#if you deny it you are just proving you need to touch grass

[scarybabe]

The Reina effect! (She won’t post this because she won’t post the truth lol.

Lie and say you are into freedoms, fatten up to attract a huge audience. Get outed multiple times for saying feedism is disgusting and that you only do it for money. Deny it and keep going. Eventually make enough money where you can quit, lose your weight and start a twitch channel hoping some views will transition into just twitch watchers and regular porn watchers.

It was never about the feedism community, it was never about other creators, it was never about body positivity. It was about your privilege and your POCKET.

hahaha sure Jan!

That’s why I married a feeder, gained weight a second time after losing it all when it was INFINITELY easier to stay thin (wanting to experience my kink with someone genuinely as into it as I am) and raised my goal weight twice despite actually making LESS money the closer I got to 300 (my income peaked at 230lbs) for the love of the process & to prove to myself that I was capable of achieving it. I didn’t have to do any of that. If I wasn’t into it, why would I keep making belly content when I really don’t need to? I honestly made plenty of money just doing vore and inflation content - I didn’t need to gain weight ever, period (but I wanted to)!

Is it really that unfathomable to you that I’m a human being with interests, dreams and goals outside of only making p*rn that are affected by my health, like having a family someday? That branching out into safe for work fields like twitch is almost necessary in a social media landscape that represses anything sexual?

I’m sorry you think all content creators are totally one dimensional human beings, and you think being nasty to me will guilt or manipulate me in some way to changing my body to align with your desires. That has NEVER worked on me 😂

If anything, gaining muscle and starting a twitch channel (btw my first 5 streams are all going to charity, I won’t see a penny of it) is the OPPOSITE of what my feedism fanbase wants, but it’s important for me to be true to myself and my dreams.

That doesn’t mean that my fetish is “fake” - plenty of people can experience and love things without signing their life away to them. I have nothing nasty to say in return because you sound extremely sad and maidenless, I implore you to make some friends and touch some grass - you’ll be a lot happier!

[patchofgrey]

NejiTen headcannons pt 2; because yes

Yes, welcome to part 2 of my delulu, please enjoy my head cannons for my OTP. If you need part 1 here it be. part 3 is spicey.

Here are my Tenten Head Cannons and some Neji Head Cannons that don't completely go against cannon (more like add ons to the cannon to add some spice) that I use for my fanfics. They remain pretty consistent throughout (give or take a few characters).

1. Their first kiss was an impulsive mistake 😬. I could see Tenten being overly excited about an achievement, or Neji does a huge favor for her (his love language is acts of service and gift giving) and impulsively kisses him due to be wrapped up in the moment. Especially when they’re like just turned sixteen, so think right before Shippuuden. Neji is surprised, but doesn’t push her away or offers any kind of repulsive reaction. In fact, it didn’t register in Tenten’s mind that she had potentially taken Neji’s first kiss at all (oblivious but hey, still love her). When Neji asked her about it, she had apologized for the sudden action. They both learned it was each other’s first kiss. Because he’s awkward, he keeps to himself that he likes it. Naturally, this happens around Gai, Lee, and maybe even Shikamaru to which they’re all looking at him with a shit eating grin.

2. Tenten’s love languages are words of affirmation, quality time, and physical touch. Words of affirmation we can see in the anime; Neji is the one usually praising her for her abilities (in his own way). She also likes to boast about Neji and his abilities to others since she is…always with him (side note: Even though Rock Lee and Pals/Naruto SD is not really cannon, it more of just a gag show to highlight Team Gai in a comedic light and separate the seriousness of the main story; Neji and Lee both praise Tenten quite a lot in this show. They boost her up so much where she’s like “omg me? Really??”.) Kay, back to how they’re always together; Like, c’mon. You mean to tell me that these two aren’t always together just for training? They definitely spend a lot of their days off together. Whenever something pops up they just so happen to appear together? They could be at a tea shop, a hot spring, lying in the grass at the training fields as Neji meditates or Tenten sharpens her kunai. Hell, Tenten’s hobby is fortune telling, she probably reads Neji’s fortune when she’s bored or if he feels like indulging her. If Neji is running errands, or training with Hinata and Hanabi, he will make time to check in on Tenten afterwards and surprise her with her favorite dumplings or sweets. For physical touch, I can see Tenten hanging off of Neji’s shoulders or holding onto his arm when they are together. She also plays with his hair. Neji being awkward, will do no more than hold her hand in public (but even then he didn’t get comfortable with that until after the war). But also, for me, I think about the dream she had and the final scene with Neji:

It took his touch and his words to get her completely engulfed within the genjutsu. This is the only scene in that whole episode that her eyes are completely dark. She IMMEDIATELY FOLDS TO HIM after all that (granted the build up what her proving and wanting to save everyone with her dream teammates believing her when she claims she’s in a genjutsu but also Neji is alive and I think that’s the first falling point for her, not the saving them part). But thus also tells me that she is completely comfortable with Neji’s touches, probably because when they are alone, he’s casually physically interacting with her and because he’s fucking dead in the main cannon she will miss his touch. shhh let me have this please.

3. They started secretly dating after the second Chunnin exams. I will leave you with this for the explanation:

The way I fucking SQUEALED at my screen when I played this game and saw this. You can’t tell me SHIT at this point. Let me sink with my ship alright? Neji didn’t deny it either. I think neither of them denied it. I will replay the game just because lol. Nothing gets past Itachi Uchiha, we know this.

3. Shikamaru figured out they were secretly dating right away and he hold a great friendship with Neji to a point. I could see him asking Neji outright if his speculations were true; to which the Hyuga would brush him off until he got tired of the Nara teasing him. When he asked Neji why they were keeping it a secret I could see Neji saying he didn’t want anyone butting into their business. But also, in his shinobi mind, if they made it obvious, it could be dangerous for them if they went on missions; but then, Neji slipped up:

He didn’t have to, but he did. And continued to hold her until he was certain she was alright. I also have it written in my fan fictions that Shikamaru and Neji share that genius book smart friendship where they can read each other very easily. It’s cannon that Neji is shit at card games and strategy games, which I wouldn’t be surprised if the Hyuga sought advice from Shikamaru for certain things pertaining to his work and Tenten. Shikamaru also is very good at keeping secrets, so Neji and Tenten didn’t have to worry about him blabbing like Gai and Lee. I also think after this scene, Lee and Gai had confronted Neji about him doting on her after she almost drowned in the water prison. BUT ALSO, this is a parallel to the first rounds of chunnin exams! When Temari threw Tenten across the room, Lee caught her. This time, Neji acknowledges that Tenten is at her limit, saves al of them, and goes out of his way to catch her and again continues o hold onto her to make sure she's okay. And it's expensive as hell to animate scenes that drag on like this, and they chose this panel to drag the animation out for. This slow burn was killing me when I saw this episode.

4. Neji is book smart and Tenten is street smart to balance the partnership. Personally, I love that Shikamaru and Tenten share that “street smart” mentality; in the data books Tenten has a higher IQ than both Neji and Lee. She’s very intelligent but would rather have others do the thinking for her “point and I’ll shoot” type of thinking. BUT 👏🏼IN 👏🏼THEM 👏🏼STREETS she is a menace, which is also probably why Neji is always with her to make sure she doesn’t get into trouble while she’s running the block. I could see Shikamaru and Tenten understanding that which leads to a friendship; so to recap, Shikamaru knows, but understands why they’re keeping it under wraps. He’s like the reminder of when the sent of their relationship is in the air/obvious when they are on missions or in public.

5. Neji felt threatened by Sasuke as gennin when Tenten found him cute. She didn’t verbalize it out loud, but he probably knew she would find the Uchiha cute. Since they were young teens when they first took the chunnin exams, it wouldn’t surprise me that Neji was a bit annoyed that Tenten was looking at him, almost as if “how dare he”. I wouldn’t be surprised if the team had spoken about it; Lee probably complaint about how Sakura liked Sasuke and Tenten probably said she though Sasuke was pretty cool, which irritated the fuck out of Neji. The first sign of jealousy, especially if Tenten was bragging about how cool Neji was for the past year when they first became gennin.

6. There was no way Hiashi didn’t pick up on his nephew having a crush. There is also no way Neji did not bring Tenten around his family. There had to have been some interaction with Hiashi where Neji had brought her to the Hyuga compound as gennin, and again as chunnin. I wouldn't be surprised if Tenten watched as Neji trained with Hinata at times and had conversations with Hiashi. For shippuuden purposes, I wouldn't be surprised if Hiashi had brought up Tenten as a potential marriage partner to Neji and his awkward ass was avoiding the topic completely. In Frequency, I have Hiashi bring it up (implying that he has already spoken to his hard-headed awkward ass nephew about it) but in a way where he is directly talking to Tenten, who is there. I believe Hiashi is a character who follows tradition for tradition sake; he is conditioned to do so as head of the clan, but that doesn't mean he agrees with certain things about Hyuga tradition. The fact that he apologized to Neji after seeing his power and understanding why his nephew was angry at the world, he made it a priority to salvage some kind of relationship with his nephew for the sake of his twin brother. When Neji brought Tenten around, he would see that Tenten was some kind of comfort/light for him and decided that Neji should have a choice of who he chose to have in his life and how close; There's a lot of head cannons/assumptions that in order to preserve the Byakugan, they need to inter marry with other clan members, but for me, it's a dominate gene where the eyes change permanently when activated at a young age (low key, fuck how they brought it up in Baruto, Himawari should've had Hinata's eyes and Baruto should've just had the recessive gene). This was another plot hole I wanted to fill and it made sense to me since people were so hell bent on stealing the Hyuga eyes; the clan is very selective of partners but perhaps that is because it is a dominate gene. Sure, they can marry cousins if they want, but I don't see it as a forced marriage situation unless the arrangement is requested for. Hiashi saw Tenten as a great match for Neji, is all I'm saying. Hiashi knew they were secretly dating, in fact he was the on who told them to keep it a secret.

7. Neji's promise to Tenten during the war was of romantic and platonic intentions. He gave her that un-Neji like smile and thumbs up which means he had to had promised her something big in order for him to do that. AND ALSO they had to had been alone when he made her that promise, right? She was the only character who showed that interaction with him. It probably went something like this; Neji and Tenten had a deep conversation about possible out comes of the war, his death, her death, unheal-able damage...etc. I actually see this being a conversation about their feelings and how if one of them kicks the bucket, they would celebrate their life instead of mourning their death (which is hard) but Neji would prefer Tenten to keep his memory alive, not fixate on his demise. Neji probably also promised Tenten to be by her side always and maybe even promised her his heart (idk on the fence on this one but it would go with them secretly dating headcannon). In the video game, you will run into Tenten still in her feelings about Neji's death after the war. She was probably processing that conversation all over again and now that he was physically gone, she had to come to terms with the fact that she was now alone and had to force herself to move forward. I absolutely loathed how Lee was written to have the most emotional reaction and Tenten and Gai just brushed it off a bit. To make myself feel better, Tenten was probably in Neji's arms, crying her eyes out denying that anything would happen to them and then he made his promise to her that after the war, they would be together as fate willed it to; they've been together all this time. I can see Tenten releasing all of her feeling with Neji himself and him trying to comfort her of any overthinking she was experiencing. He also remined her that she is a very capable ninja and can hold her own without him. WHICH SHE DID IN THE WAR. (I'm still salty about Hinata's meat-bag no jutsu and how Kishi was like MMMMMM Neji can go. But then, proceed to make Tenten single and have promotions where Neji and Tenten were displayed as a matching couple with SasuSaku and NaruHina. Then have the audacity to state that he regretted killing off Neji? Fucking tear my heart out, how could he do my girl dirty.)

In my own au, Neji does go through with his promise of remaining by her side. Between my fics Radio (Trigger warning on this one it's a heavy and unfortunate situation of them as ANBU) and Frequency (The sequel of them picking up the pieces).

Part 3 will be the spicey headcannons; please stay tuned for my continuous delulu train. Also, message me about your thoughts, I'm open to a lot of other ideas even if they disagree with mine. That's the whole point of a fandom to be honest; everyone if free to have their opinions, this is just mine based on the cannon we are given.

[mcyt-builds-contest]

To clarify in case people are very very VERY confused why people are clowning on that previous ask:

-There is canonical evidence, plainly stated by multiple parties both in and out of character, that the incident (the Disc Finale) which led to c!Dream being imprisoned was entirely staged/faked

-There are a lot of...unsettling directions taken with the "c!Dream wanted to Completely Control c!Tommy" train of thought. Calling him a doll DOES NOT HELP.

-c!Dream fans have gotten hatred, been chased out of other sub-groups, and been decried as abuse apologists for pushing back that c!Dream was not actually obsessed with c!Tommy (or just liking the character!). We were also called delusional for Staged Finale theory, despite...literal in-character conversations, recorded and clipped...stating there would be a fake betrayal.

Sooooooo, despite technically being on the same side, that person (knowingly or not) kicked a HUGE hornet's nest and lowkey gave some c!Dream fans war flashbacks.

But our ire is solely at people who are like. Denying easily proven and explicitly stated canon in the year of our lord, 2024. The poll itself is merely the avenue in which we have been having a silly laugh. The place I'm in is loving it so far, we fully support you poll-runner!

Whoever is giving them shit needs to go and touch grass tho, what the fuck is wrong with y'all?? THIS IS MINECRAFT. M I N E C R A F T. THE PUBLIC AT LARGE THINKS WE ARE ALL CRINGE WEIRDOS IN HERE.

Stop being fucking weird in MCYT polls on tumblr. I dare you to go tell your parents what you said to this poor person who is just trying to have fun. This is why some people are staying anonymous, you are proving our point about polls getting toxic af.

Can't have shit in MCYT, smh...

Thank you for explaining that, I only know dsmp lore by proxi so I had no idea what was going on

Also I hope the drama has been resolved now please it's a block game not the elections get your priorities straight

[nanamizix01]

she is my world

neteyam sully x reader/human

Summary: he was just in love. Boy in love. He didn’t even notice how he fell in love with a person. She is everything to him. His heart, his world..but the most important question. Will his people accept his beloved?

Warning: none

Note: this is my first fanfic. And by the way, English is not my native language.😭

Part 1

Neteyama is sent to patrol and hunt for the clan. If he wants to become the head of the village, he must study to prove himself to his family, especially his father. Neteyam patrols in the lush forest of Pandora, watching the Pandora bird as he crouches low and the grass touches his bare toes. Neteyam takes position, quickly grabs an arrow and . takes up position with the bow as he draws the string of the bow, ready to pierce the bird... When he smells it. Sweet aroma.

It was the scent of a young girl named Y/N. Such a young...beautiful...nice girl. She and Spider stayed together on Pandora. But due to circumstance, Y/N was always inside the lab. She never left the lab. But not today..

The girl hurried out of the lab. Sincerely rejoicing that in the end it will come out of this boring place. She was wearing loose pants and a translucent shirt. Her beautiful hair fluttered in the wind.

Neteyam freezes mid-frame. With an inquisitive thought, he slowly rises. His head turns from side to side, and the arrow remains at the ready. His eyes are focused on the person as he slowly steps forward, a watchful caution appears in his eyes as the person approaches him. With a puzzled expression on his lips, he raises his hand in greeting and says "who are you?"

"I...I scientific . Honestly, I didn’t want to bother you .. I just .. just got lost,” the girl answers uncertainly. Neteyam studies human. She looks so... vulnerable, so tender. She could barely stand on her own feet. How could she even defend herself? She didn't pose a threat. However, he could not feel attracted to her. It was just the kind of feeling his instincts had warned him against, and he knew it, but he just couldn't bring himself to deny it. The more his eyes met with her eyes, the more his heart seemed to beat.

"Why are you here?" he asks, coming closer. "Oh, I'm one of the scientists" replies a little more confidently "I need some plants to study them" she pronounces the words as gently and gently as possible so as not to frighten him. Neteyam's eyes run through the forest. No other people in sight... but why was she here? This person seemed innocent, this person didn't look like a threat at all. It doesn't look like she was here to cause trouble...

"Your people... why did they come to this sacred planet? Studying plants is all you do here?"She didn't want to be a threat to Pandora. She loved Pandora with all her heart. After all, she grew up here since childhood, although she did not leave the laboratory. "Scientists older than me are studying Pandora. inhabitants of the planet, animals and much more"

Neteyam takes two steps forward, now standing next to her, his eyes continuing to meet her... he studies her, assessing her. His heart is pounding like a drum in his chest... his mind is screaming at him to stop... but his instincts guide him, drawing him to her like heat from a fire... the more he looks at the person, the more he finds himself drawn to her beautiful eyes.. "What's your name, human?"

[fandomsfuckoff]

seeing right wingers bitch about how "white american identity" doesn't exist because of "white genocide" (not real) just proves to me that they've never touched grass or talked to anyone.

white americans identify more with the region they grew up in than with whatever heritage they have, often times , as when you immigrated you needed to leave behind a bunch of shit. bipoc americans often identify more w/ their heritage than place of living.

the other thing about these cultural identities, aside from how lovely they are , is that they're based on geography, history , jobs/industry, natural resources, etc and won't be "replaced" due to how much geography plays a part - at most there will just be people who are nonwhite but also appalachian, northwoods, rustbelt , etc. which is why fascists deny the existence of this (or at best lump american cultures all together ) , because it doesn't fit their narrative that "american culture" can be easily replaced. acknowledging these identities would ruin their arguments.

#1 example would be wisconsonians(?) imo, but maybe that's because i'm from a neighboring state and they really want it to be clear that they're from wisconsin and not from here if you bring up things in this state.

white americans also do think differently of americans from other regions (often based on class, or in the case of new york usually antisemitism) even if those people are white. Just because some 30smthn fascist doesn't leave his room or talk to people, and thus is out of touch with the local culture, doesn't mean there isn't any.

[thottie777]

college matt.

part 5.

by the 8th lap around campus you could barely keep your eyes open as you looked down at your phone and read ‘4:00’ on the overly bright screen. you were yawning, looking down at the ground as you strolled around and could feel your eyes constantly shutting until suddenly you collided with someone, hitting them in the shoulder as one of your airpods flew out of your ear, glasses fell to the ground and your bag slipped off your shoulder. “fuck sorry!” you exclaimed, bending down to the floor to pick up your lost items, feeling like velma from scooby doo as your hand scrambled across the cold concrete, pedantically searching for your glasses, the dark night sky really not helping your vision. “here you go y/n” a manly voice muttered, as he passed them to you, giving you a hand up from the floor.

it was matt. he had his red tartan pj bottoms on, a black hoodie and dirty air force, his hair was messy and ruffled and he had his overnight bag with him. you looked away, embarrassed that he saw you look like such an idiot “thanks matt” you said as you took them out of his hand placing them back where they belonged, finally being able to see the details of his face again, the slight stubble that had grown out, the curly wisps that fell over his eyes. you quickly realised you were staring and felt a soft blush hit your cheeks.

“what are you doing out so late y/n, it’s not safe, do you need me to walk you home?” he asked, with a tone of genuine concern in his voice “oh you know, just getting my steps in” you replied letting out a soft laugh, “i thought you and meg were having couple bonding tonight” you questioned, suddenly reminding yourself of their sexual escapades that she had so clearly reminded you of the whole day prior. he lifted his arm to scratch the back of his head, looking down a little “do we have to talk about her right now?” he said, with a slight desperation that implied “y/n can we literally talk about anything else”. you assumed it hadn’t gone to plan and left the topic, “wanna do a lap with me?” you asked already beginning to walk ahead, looking back behind your shoulder to see if he would follow. and of course he did, quickly catching up to your steps. “how could i ever say no to you y/n’ he replied, “you can’t”, you giggled to yourself and he smirked looking down at you, strolling in the crisp, cold night. “take my hoodie y/n, it’s freezing out and you’re wearing nothing”, you were about to deny yet he was already stripping it off his frame, you couldn’t help but stare as it lifted up the t-shirt he wore underneath, revealing his boxer line and snail trail, you looked away quickly so that he wouldn’t see the smile that grew on your face or the rose colour your cheeks began to turn. he handed it over to you and you put it on, instantly warming up and secretly smelling it a bit, admiring the scent of his cologne.

you discussed why pasta is better than pizza, why blonde is one of the best albums ever released and why your major is so obviously harder than his, walking past your house’s front door multiple times. you raced each other from one tree to the other, him beating you every time, and attempted wrestling to prove you did indeed have impressive strength in your arms. at your last attempt of wrestling him, he managed to catch your leg, tripping you up and you both fell down the floor, laying beside each other laughing so hard until your chests hurt.

as you laid beside each other on the freshly mown campus grass, you both turned so that your bodies were facing. noses only inches apart. he lifted his hand over to you, brushing off the strands of hair that had fallen onto you face and were covering your glasses, tucking them behind your ear. your breath hitched and heart began to pound. matt touching you was a sensation you tended to long for, a sensation you had had dreams about. and here he was, by your side, enjoying your company and revealing your face so that he could look at it fully. you wanted to feel how soft his lips were so badly, what the warmth of his breath would feel like, what his hands would feel like wrapped in your hair as you couldn’t get enough of the taste of each others spit.

you both noticed you had kept eye contact for too long and quickly shifted your bodies so you were facing up at the sky. “which star is your favourite?” he asked, breaking the silence, moving his position slightly so that your arms were now grazing each other. “probably that one there” you pointed, as you both stared at a large, glistening star. it was mesmerising. “that’s actually not a star, that’s jupiter you’re pointing at” he said, laughing at his comment a bit “i used to be really into space when i was younger” he admitted, you looked over at him and saw a pink flush at his cheeks ‘god he’s so beautiful’ you thought. but instead, said “you’re such a nerd” pushing his arm, teasing him. “fuck off” he said through a grin, laughing and pulling himself up from the ground, stretching out a hand for you. he helped you up and you began to stroll again.

“okay home time” you said as you began to approach your house’s area for the final time. “fine” he huffed, not willing to admit to you that he doesn’t want this night to be over. “last person to the front door is a loser” you shouted, sprinting as quickly as you could to be the nights winner. you reached the doorstep and felt him drag you back by your waist, lifting you up from the ground so that he could get there first. “i win” he said as he laughed, looking down at you with a smirk, “cheat” you muttered, squishing his cheeks with your cold hands to wipe the smile off his face, but it didn’t work, if anything it made it bigger. “i do actually have to go to sleep now”, you said opening the door and handing him back his hoodie, feeling the cool air hit you immediately, only just realising how cold you were. matts eyes glanced at your hard nipples, they were perky and prominent as the band t was so old it was almost transparent “uhhh- yeah bye y/n”, giving her a wave he turned around quickly and made his way back to his house, panicking as he felt a warm growth in his pants.

when he got home he couldn’t stop his mind from thinking about you, your tight shorts and how they gave you a camel toe, allowing him to see the shape of your pussy lips, your hard nipples and how badly he wanted to feel them in his mouth so he could suck on them. he had to relieve himself. he got up some photos of you that he had collected on his phone from the times he had been over in their dorm, you bent over in the bathroom, you in a thong when you were getting dressed and didn’t think he could see, you with your legs spread as you practiced her yoga on the bedroom floor. he began to wank his cock that was already dripping in precum, quietly moaning your name, stroking faster and faster, imagining it was your hand rather than his, he closed his eyes tight as he felt his cock twitch and came quickly, splattering his phone with his own cum, which left the image of you look like you had his jizz dripping down you, an image he had fantasied about frequently.

[terraliensvent]

I’m sorry put the op was right about them being human beings with thoughts and feelings. Did it come off to strong? Yes. But the fact you have to put the glaring issue of they can’t take criticism as your stance isn’t even a viable way of proving your point as there have been clear efforts to change things in the community as of recently. Now that Temul is in charge of the group!

Not saying the fair of amount of criticism isn’t justified. In fact there is always room for improvement and it should be heavily encouraged.

But shouldn’t mods be people you trust? Not total strangers? but active community members who become good acquaintances with staff? No seriously. I’ve been spectating the server since July of last year and half of those people didn’t even know each-other til they met on the server. Some of them aren’t even friends til being asked to join. And so what if they’re friends? That means they’re a trustworthy candidate that can be vouched for.

It’s actually insane how people will just assume the worst out of a situation without any definitive answers but purely based on their pre-decided judgement of others. Which is a huge issue right now especially with cancel culture.

I can’t even begin to explain how entitled half the people in closed species communities are because half of the problems stem from the people themselves. Now this is a vent blog and it’s meant for voices to be heard. That much is obvious. All you need to know is change doesn’t happen within a week. It takes months so don’t assume the worst in situations or you’re gonna stay bitter in these communities when you eventually quit.

Stay safe and touch grass 👍

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i feel like youre neglecting to acknowledge the full range of points i made in my last response.

yes, theres change happening within the past 2 months, but theres also things to have gripes about. im glad things are seeming to move toward getting better, but at the same time that shouldnt deflect from the fact there are still things to be worked on

i understand theres the big rework happening right now with stuff, but for transparency’s sake im not going to give points for things that arent completed. you can say youre working on things, but until i can physically see them and be able to make a judgement on the effectiveness of implemented changes, im not going to comment on them because i dont want to have to retroactively edit my perspective.

also, “mods are making changes” and “mods cant take criticism” arent mutually exclusive. the changes being made currently are a result of the work getting too hard for them with design approvals because they were SO nitpicky and people actually started to complain on a large scale. but as seen in the suggestion forums, not a lot of suggestions seem to be really introspected on. ive seen so many solid ideas that work for other large species just be totally tossed out because “its too much work for mods” but yet when more mods are hired, they dont seem to be doing really any work.

which brings me to my next point, i said in the last post i would have been more forgiving about all the mods being in the same clique if it werent for the fact that the new mods never seem to be doing anything besides promoting commissions. quality of life improvements are constantly denied because the workload is “just so difficult” but then you never actually see evidence of extra hands being used to make big change. again, if you keep adding people do the mod team it should not be taking weeks to get a MYO design approved.

im gonna barely entertain the last bit of your ask simply because it comes off as intensely patronizing to me. are we really talking about cancel culture when the issue at hand is “terra staff are bad at taking criticism?” it comes off as very much “holier than thou” mentality when you call others entitled for daring to say they dont like the way things are run. change takes months, yeah, but thats when you actually DECIDE to change and not shrug it off because “work hard :(“ dont put yourself on a pedestal just because youre more dismissive of things than others

[mywrittings]

lust 02 / anthony bridgerton

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: The man you despise so much is suddenly in the arms of someone else and that makes you realize you actually have real strong feelings for him

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 1.8k

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: mild mature talk & actions

a/n: thank u for liking this imagine, i am so happy with the amount of love it got! here is part 2! hope you enjoy!

part 01 | part 03 | part 04 | part 05 | part 06

‘’Miss Y/ln?’’ that deep voice, froze up your entire body. Goosebumps started running down your spine, when you heard Anthony say your last name. This time, it felt different. As if he made up a new way of saying it.

You couldn’t move. You couldn’t take another step ahead into the garden and try to escape him. You were too embarrassed, you knew Anthony saw that look on your face. And how your eyes glistened, before you rushed outside. Why did he ever gaze at you in the first place? He should’ve continued on as if he did not just see a woman he has been courting for a while now, breaking in front of his very own eyes.

‘’Miss Y/ln.’’ he strongly repeats, placing his hand at the top of your shoulder, gently making you turn around.

"Why did you come to the garden?" Anthony questions, letting his hand slip off of your bare shoulder

"I-... I just needed some fresh air, this dress is too tight on me." you lie even though you knew this isn't going to fool him.

You made a very bold move back at the ball, your eyes were telling a story, a story that you were now afraid to admit in front of him. How could you let a man, someone like him, catch you in this weird spiral of events.

A light breeze passes through the garden, leaves swishing around enough to muffle the joyness coming from the ball. Him standing in front of you, his eyes searching for an answer or better yet a confirmation. No girl ever would bolt it outside when the man she did not care about was dancing with another girl. And maybe you could've tricked him and moved your eyes for that split second away. And the night would go on, as if nothing happened.

But a scene like this would not have made you prove your pushed away thoughts correct.

"Miss Y/ln, you and I both know that is a blatant lie," he confirms what you already knew "I know you felt something."

You quickly look up, eyes meeting his, a questionable look yet soft.

"Felt what Mr. Bridgerton?"

"You know I hate it when you call me like that," he whispers, taking a small step towards you "stop trying to deny it that-.."

You scoff at him, letting go of your gown and having it fall on the slightly wet grass "So I can't call you by your last name but you can?"

Anthony sighs in disbelief "I am a-..."

"Oh please, do not use your 'I am a gentleman' sentence." you boast

"Why are you bickering over a last name? Rather, tell me you felt something towards me," he switches the topic, wavering his hands around "if there is one thing I have learned from you, it is that you are so easy to read." his voice was firm, almost as if he knew every single detail about you. Every little small gesture, he caught onto it and remembered it.

"I don't know what to tell you." you barely manage to whisper, staring down at the ground. Pondering what to say next as a way of getting him to stop you to confess.

"I wish you would tell me the truth Miss Y/ln," Anthony begs, taking another step towards you "just say it." softly grasping at your chin, lifting it up.

"I have nothing to tell you." but your eyes were saying otherwise. This man standing strongly in front of you, having a hold of your chin, that soft tender touch of his fingers, twisted and tumbled with the thoughts in your head.

‘’Please…’’ he begged you, moving his face closer to yours. The small wind letting his scent hit your nose, pleasant but strong, making your stomach explode in a buzz. That same scent that is probably lingering around the Diamond, when you remembered them dancing together. A jolt of jealousy passes through you, that this man was held by another woman. That his hands were touching her, having them rest on her curves, as she by now was admirable by every other man in the room.

‘’I can’t admit it,’’ you start off, your eyes focusing on his as he lets his forehead lightly press against yours

‘’You can. There is no point in fighting a feeling.’’ his eyes deeply staring into yours, as he was breathing heavily

He lets his finger caress your face, going from your chin past your cheek before placing his hand behind the nape of your neck. The delicate exposed skin met once again with his touch. He moves another inch closer, his hot breath wavering around your lips.

‘’No!’’ you yell, jumping away from his touch.

‘’I am a fool Mr. Bridgerton. I look like a fool in front of you. Do not play a part in this, it is only going to make it worse,’’ you quietly say that last part, as your hand comes up to your forehead, scoffing in disbelief

‘’I am not playing a part and you know that.’’ he fights back, trying to catch your eyes with his

‘’Yes you are, we both know why you are courting me. The look on my face, my actions only appeal to you more. But not for the right reason.’’ your voice was thick, filled with emotions.

‘’You do not know what I feel,’’ he begins but you roll your eyes ‘’what I have been feeling.’’ that made you peek up at him, those words, he has never used them. He never talked about his feelings because you knew that he wishes not to marry out of love. But here we are. A change of plans, a change of heart perhaps.

‘’Do not play with me like that while I am standing here in front of you, like a total buffoon,’’ you spat at him, scrunching up your nose in annoyance ‘’I was the one always pulling away from you, not wanting to be near you as I know your deal with marriage,’’ you continued as Anthony’s eyes went heavenward, his tongue poking the side of his cheeks ‘’but then in the end, I fell in love with you.’’

After those last few words, Anthony finally got what he had been waiting for. A confession out of you. A confession telling him you loved him. To you it was the most embarrassing thing you could’ve ever done, running away from him for so long to only at the end have him win your heart. Today’s dance proved everything you were trying to push away and hid behind lies and excuses as to why you were feeling something towards this man.

‘’You have no idea how worried you make me every single time I am unable to find you with my eyes,’’ Anthony grunts ‘’how each time you grab someone else to dance and I’m fixated on you, wishing so deeply that was me holding your body.’’

You gulp, biting at your lip, unable to focus on what he was saying. Your breathing only getting heavier and heavier with each sentence he spoke. But his eyes, piercing at you, at your body, almost as he was trying to have you imagine his touch on your curves. A close touch, feeling him against your back, the breathy whispers trickling down your neck.

‘’I never tried anything more but,’’ he takes a small step ahead, licking his lips ‘’deep down it was eating me alive, how badly I wanted you.’’

‘’And how do I know you are telling me the truth?’’ you protest, quivering, scared he is only saying this to somehow trap you into a marriage without love

‘’Do you really think I would be courting someone for this long? Do you not think by now I would be courting the Diamond? Someone, Her Majesty, picked out to be this season's best.’’ he points out but you quickly correct him

‘’But you were courting her today Mr. Bridgerton. The two of you seemed quite pleased with each other may I add.’’

Anthony sighs ‘’Do you see me dancing with her now? The Queen insisted, in fact she knows I am not the best match for her,’’ he explains ‘’she told me to dance just enough to have the other suitors follow her.’’

Her Majesty definitely had her ways of getting what she wanted and of course, who in their right mind would say no to her? This season in itself has been a giant cluster of unimaginable events. One event unfolding in front of you right now.

‘’But I-...’’ you began when Anthony strutted to you, closing that small gap. His brown fluffy hair, covering half of the moon, casting a shadow on his skin. He looked alluring, presented in this light. His slightly wet lips invite you to focus on them. Shade of pink, soft, in a perfect shape.

‘’I have had my eyes struck on you, ever since I first saw you,’’ he was back with his forehead touching yours ‘’I was never going to give you up, I wanted you to be mine.’’ he licks his lips, his teeth grazing over his bottom lip

‘’My days and nights are filled with forbidden desires, I wish to do to you,’’ he slowly started backing you more deep into the colorful garden ‘’I want to trace your figure with my fingers, I want to kiss the places one’s eye can’t see, I want my breath swapping with yours, getting lost in you.’’ at last he has his hand at your lower back, inching you closer into him. Your exposed shoulders are met with his soft blazer, the white shirt peeking through it, tickling you.

‘’Can’t you see what you make me do?’’ he cautiously brings his hand up to your bare collarbones, not yet touching you, he hesitates for a second. He was so close to you, yet so far away from that one forbidden touch.

‘’Touch me.’’ you murmur under your breath, giving him permission to finally feel you on his fingers

Anthony leisurely, places his fingers on top of your collarbones, with gentleness tracing them, from left to right. A knot in your stomach, a small gasp, he was sending you into orbit. You didn’t know where to look, his face so near you, his partly opened mouth, practacily devouring your soul.

‘’I won’t be able to hold back my desires,’’ he claims ‘’I will have to touch you elsewhere.’’ his lustrous eyes, making you weak, wishing for more of him

‘’Miss Y/ln?! Where are you, a lady should not be outside alone at this dark hour!’’

[halaboyz]

Now let me suggest an angst I'll only hurt you if you let me + Juyeon inspired by "when the party's over" cause noe I always connect Juju to Billie's music TT

–– i'll only hurt you if you let me // juyeon.

pairing: juyeon x gn! reader genre: angst word count: text messages format + 1k warnings // notes: none more that i know of ;; i know i said drabble bUT I CAN'T STOP THINKING WHAT IF I MADE THIS AS AN SMAU so ,, i did this on a short break so if it looks rushed i'm sorry >:

send me a made-up fic + idol and i'll make a drabble for it!

"Lee Juyeon." You say, instantly asking him what he wanted the moment he turns around to face you with the same smile he wears when you're around.

"Let's just do whatever I want for today, would that be okay with you?" Juyeon asks, a slight disappointment in his eyes.

"Who told you I want to spend the whole night with you?" You chuckle, initiating the walk around the garden. Juyeon only responds with a laugh, tailing you lightheartedly.

"Technically, you owe me one. So what I want, is for you to just do whatever I want tonight," Juyeon smartly retorts.

"That's not fair! One favor, Juyeon. That's one favor with corresponding ones!"

"Well, you didn't say anything about it not being allowed!" Juyeon avoids your incoming light punch, feeling like he was on cloud nine to see you finally, slowly yet surely, opening up to him.

"So, where?" You start, rubbing your hands together to create warmth.

"Are you cold?" Juyeon asks, quickly reaching for his pockets to give you a hot pack.

"You don't need–"

"Do you have somewhere in mind?" He cuts you off, shoving the pack in between your palm.

"I uh.. wait– I thought we're going by your plan today?" You raise your brow.

"Well, how could I plan when you suddenly message me like that?" He says, as if it was something that easily slipped out of his mouth naturally but brought a stab to your heart.

"You really weren't expecting from me, were you?" It came out as a mumble, looking down. You felt guilty, ashamed even.

You never thought Juyeon would go this far to pursuing you. You thought he probably wouldn't handle the rejection, carrying on with his life with unspoken rage for you.

But when he shows up the next day after getting rejected, a bouquet of flowers in his hand and with a smile that can't be erased on his face, you knew he wouldn't just sit around and play with you.

It was just a shame that you're still head over heels with your late boyfriend.

"It's not that.." He tries taking his words back, seeing you disheartened. "I.. Yes. I didn't expect it," He says honestly, thinks it would just be a waste of time explaining himself when he really didn't expect you messaging him first– not to reprimand him but to initiate a past conversation and deal. "Anyway, how about the fair nearby? There's also a park behind the fair and I doubt anyone knows about that place so if you want to rest, we can do that there,"

You mindlessly nod, shooting him a smile in apology for ruining the mood in just a second.

Doing everything you can do at a fair, you didn't and can't deny that you enjoyed Juyeon's company. From him taking care of you– his subtle touches, pulling you away from a stampede, his soft smiles that he shoots toward you whenever you proudly show off your win.

Your heart that stupidly beat for him– proving you did like him but kept on denying it, feeling sorry for the man that was just buried a year ago, the same man you promised a lifetime with.

"Can we.. go rest now?" You gave Juyeon a small smile, tugging his sleeve.

"Sure. Let's go," Leading you out of the fair with a smile, he glances at your hand that stayed gripping on his cloth. "Are you okay?" He asks while you followed him like a stray cat.

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" Giving him a small smile, you sat on the soft grass just feet away from the lamp post.

"So you enjoyed today?" Juyeon plops beside you, a proud smile on his face as he waits for your answer.

Glaring at him playfully, when he doesn't break the eye contact, you just pushed him lightly and trailed your eyes to the starless sky.

"I did.." You mumble, sighing. You feel Juyeon shift in his place, facing you.

"I know you did. Even the last time," He chuckles, slowly taking your hand. "Would we have another one like this?"

He flutters his eyes, looking expectantly at you. You did nothing but stare at his deep eyes, wanting to take away all the pain you had caused to him.

Everything.

"Juyeon.." You mumble, tears forming in your eyes. "You know I–,"

"Oops!" Juyeon stops you, sniffing, yet with a smile on his face. "The night hasn't ended yet," He looks at his watch, eleven fifty-eight pm.

"Juyeon,"

"I still have two minutes. Give me those," He please, holding your hand.

"Juyeon. I can't. I can't give you what you want– I promised him. A lifetime."

"His lifetime ended, y/n.. Can't you just give me the rest of yours?" He lets out another chuckle, a painful one, as he looks at his hands that held yours desperately.

"I.. I can't," You looked at him hopelessly, trying to slip out of his grip.

"A minute." Juyeon stops you, intertwining his fingers on yours. "Lie for me."

"Juyeon.."

"Act like you love me. Say you do.. then walk off. After that, I'll make sure to avoid you at all costs." Juyeon finally looks up at you, cheeks wet with the tears that kept coming out of his eyes.

Yet he still had the energy to smile at you. The one who causes the pain.

"Am I too selfish to ask for a minute in your lifetime?" He feels like he's breaking when he lets out a humorless laugh. "Please?"

His grip on your hand tightens, but it's something that doesn't hurt. It was the grip that was asking you to stay.

Returning the same force, you heaved a sigh before smiling at him.

Pulling him close to you, you caressed his hair as he burrows his chin on your neck. You feel him sob more, quietly. As you did so too, not wanting to face him shamelessly when you shouldn't have been crying in the first place.

You were the cause of his pain. How dare you cry?

Feeling you were dragging this for too long, your hands stop caressing his hair and back.

"I.. love you.'" You whispered, landing a soft, feathery kiss on his forehead.

And leaving.

You left him alone like that, crying in the middle of the grassy field. You just felt sorry. Guilty. Hurt.

But he asked for it.

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[hellotherekenobi]

───flowers in the sun.

summary: you know fandral well enough to know how much of a flirt he is, but when he asks you to join him on a picnic one day, it turns out he has a reason behind it all with you.

a/n: dedicated to the one and only @megmeg-chan for fueling my daydreams of this man. this goes out to all my fandral lovers out there. i respect you. song i listened to while writing: flowers by in love with a ghost.

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Days like today were always lovely, where the sun shining made everything gleam and sparkle and the breeze were gentle, not too cold but just the perfect temperature. Of course, days like today were always lovely when they’re spent with someone equally as such, but perhaps that’s why he was given the name “dashing.” You weren’t always that interested in him, nor the warriors three, but he slipped through the cracks and you didn’t put up much of a fight once you realized how far you had fallen for him—and who could say no to a picnic out in the Asgardian fields with Fandral, anyhow?

When he had asked you earlier today, you weren’t expecting much but as soon as you had seen the spread—fruit baskets and crystal glasses, a fine linen blanket with golden patterns etched into the fabric—you knew that, once again, he managed to slip further past the cracks you’ve never bothered patching up, and probably never will with him being so close to your heart already.

“These are delicious,” the strawberry in your hand drips down your finger as you wipe your lips.

Fandral chuckles, leaning his head further back to close his eyes up at the sun, resting on one hand where he lays. “I made sure to get only the best for you, darling.”

You don’t react to the nickname, having heard that from his lips countless times before directed at many a fair maiden. “I can tell, with all the food you packed. Must have taken some convincing to sneak this out of the palace.”

“Oh no,” he smiles, tilting his head to look at you. “Not at all, my dear. Only so much convincing for you to join me.”

You smile, wiping the strawberry juice off of your hands with one of the serviettes packed. “I’ve never taken you for the picnic type.”

“Well, what is it they say? A moment is only as good as the people you spend it with.”

“And this moment?” You tease, leaning on your elbow closer to him. “How good is it?”

He doesn’t hesitate to say, “Far greater than any I’ve spent before.”

It makes you smile, looking down at your lap as you fiddle with the serviette in your hands. The confidence in his words could make anyone swoon, but you’ve always been more hopeless than hopeful as a romantic for him. Yet you still cling to it, smiling wider and letting out a chuckle, looking up again.

“Always such a charmer.”

He nods in agreement, pursing his lips slightly as he grabs his glass for another sip. There’s a moment of silence between you two, where you simply sit basking in the sun and listening to the rustling of the flowers amongst the grass as the wind blows gentle and cool. Fandral was right about moments, since this one wouldn’t be as pleasant if he weren’t beside you, but you are still wondering why you’re with him here to begin with—not that you’re complaining but time spent with Fandral was always giddy at most, throwing quips each other’s way and believing his flirts to be mere fun. Hopeless not hopeful, you remind yourself.

“When are you leaving?” you ask finally, seeing as the question was danced around before the food was even brought out.

He sighs, something tired. “Tonight.”

“And you’ll be gone for...?”

“I don’t know—” he sits up—“I’m hoping no more than a month, should everything go to plan. These things don’t usually turn out that way, however.”

You hum in agreement, knowing how long his last campaign with the warriors had been—and how you waited to see him ride back home almost everyday. “I thought you enjoyed fighting battles? I hear so many stories.”

“All in truth, I assure you.” he wags a finger for emphasis. “But when I go, I’ll miss moments like these. I’ll miss you.”

Your cheeks burn by his words. “You won’t have any time to miss me.”

He shakes his head. “I’ll think of you always.”

Hopeless. Remember it. He’s a natural born flirt, and a good one at that, but this doesn’t mean anything to him. You keep telling yourself that but the more you do, the more you think differently. Or maybe you’re just trying to deny what he might feel because of the way you feel. Cutting your thoughts short before you lose yourself, you lean over to pluck a flower from the field, twirling it in your hands to have something other than the serviette to fiddle with in the hopes that Fandral won’t notice how nervous you are. He doesn’t leave the topic unfinished, though.

“That is why I asked you to join me here. If I’m to leave tonight, I want you to be the last person I spend my day with.”

“Fandral,”

“I know,” he chuckles lightly. “Everything will be alright. I know that more than anything.”

“Because of your bravery or your silver tongue?” you joke, expecting a laugh from him but only getting a smile.

“Because I have something worth fighting for.”

“What is that?”

You think you know the answer already, most likely for Asgard or his companions—something noble—yet you don’t expect his answer when he leans over to take the flower from your fingers, twirling it once before he fastens it behind your ear, looking at you softly to say, “You.”

It’s said so sincerely that you do nothing but stare at him, watching for a furrow in his brow or the crease in his smile to tell you that he was only fooling, but he just continues to look at you, something so genuine and intimate that it could tip you over if his hand weren’t still by your ear and gently brushing along your cheek.

You don’t know what to say, so you change the topic. “Does it look alright?”

It almost takes him a moment, but he doesn’t even look at the flower, instead staring so wistfully at you that you can feel his gaze, noticing the way his eyes flicker between your own and he swallows the clearing of his throat. “Yes, well... you are always beautiful.”

You can feel your heart racing against your chest, you’re scared it might rip right through the skin. What could you reply with that won’t end in a stutter? He’s captured your heart, though you try to deny it, and maybe now you’re about ready to tear down the wall after all these years. But even when his fingers brush along your jaw so tenderly, working their way to your chin, you need more before you can let him in completely.

“I need to know,” you say so quiet like the breeze, placing your hand on top of his to still his movements. He looks at you with those swimmable eyes of his, brows furrowed in a way that makes him look like he’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “All of this... how you are with me... is it anything more than just Fandral the Dashing?”

He leans back slightly, like your words had shoved him backward. The look on his face changes to disbelief but so fractionally, so soft-hearted, that you could almost think he was saddened.

“Do you truly believe I have no feelings for you?” he waits for you to tell him he’s wrong, that all this time you’ve known, and when you remain silent he says, “All that I do for you, it’s all of me. Every word I speak, every touch I give, it’s a reflection of how much I care for you. My dear, I have loved you ever since we were young.”

For as long as you can remember, you have wanted to hear those words from him. Every moment you spent wondering ‘what if?’ has come to a standstill, telling you so clearly that all your doubts were for nothing. Fandral loves you, but more than that he has loved you for the beginning. It’s so much to take in that you sit there, frozen, balancing on the edge of happiness and surprise, your thoughts being too loud for you to even choose how to outwardly react.

He’s known you for so long and chuckles breathlessly when you make no move, knowing how many words must be swirling inside your head. “Must I prove myself once more for you?” His thumb rubs gently at your chin as he leans closer, smiling when he notices the way you hold your breath. “Very well.”

You can’t think to close your eyes when he leans just that much closer and presses his lips to yours—the feeling alone being too good to be true, you have to make sure you’re not dreaming. Then just as softly, all at once, you fall into him. The wall comes crumbling down as you close your eyes and kiss him back, your hand reaching out to hold onto his shirt so that this moment doesn’t drift away from you. He smiles against your lips, tilting his head to kiss you deeper and feel you press against him. As he wraps his arms around you, he begins to peck kisses along your jaw, beneath your earlobe, and scattering featherlight kisses along your neck just to hear you laugh as you squirm in his arms.

“You laugh so sweetly, I might have to kiss you more just to hear it.” he has the biggest smile on his face as he speaks, leaning in close to bump his nose against yours. You giggle as you push him back lightly, hearing him chuckle along with you. “I’ll take the sound with me until I come back home to you.”

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[turnmeintoastar]

“ rose-pink bliss ”

summary: a boy who seeks escape, finds it in the most unexpected place.

         The life of a noble was not easy. As appealing as life in a big castle; servants, ready to deliver your most perverse longing; delicacies from overseas;  gold; jewels; and swanky clothes — [m/n] fancied the latter, mostly — sounds, endless balls, foreign and unwanted suitors, parental protectiveness — to be read as “overprotectiveness” —, and relentless efforts on hosting a successful bride-show, were not so much.

         In the middle of another hellish ball, [m/n] was not doing so good. Yes, of course, the food cooked by the skilled chefs of [l/n] Park was delicious, and the orchestra has been playing his favourite tune just fine. Something, however, was terribly bugging [m/n] for the whole night. No, not the persistent, borderline annoying, partner he was stuck with — he was used to such matters, smile and sway along, he has been telling himself.  Something, was not right.

         “M’Lady, please, allow me,” a voice cut through his trance. [m/n] snapped his head to his right, startled, uncle. No, Zhongli was not related to him, by blood, at least, but he has been with [m/n] through the most of his childhood and teenage years. Hiding her small smile and a faint blush behind her flower ornamented fan. Performing a small act of  reverence, they parted their ways. The woman, now, dancing with Zhongli. [m/n] silently made eye contact, nodding gratitude,  Zhongli nodding back.

        [m/n] did not waste the opportunity on escaping  — these shenanigans, surely, shall be the end of him. Straightening his posture, he was about to stroll off, to find the reason of his displeasure. Just as he was about to leave the ballroom, an arm sneaked around his shoulders.

         “Lil’ bro,” its owner cheered, “how’s the night going?”, [m/n] swore he was not a violent person, like his acquaintance, for instance ,Scaramouche, now, he was a violent person; [m/n], never.

         “Go choke, Old Man,” he grumbled. Childe was not his preferred company. Not now, not ever.

         “Don’t be like that! Who was the man who sent Zhonli, hm? Me! I did! And for what? I should a t least get a kiss,” the ginger whined, throwing his arms up in exaggeration. [m/n] merely rolled his eyes.

         “Wonderful proposal. I ,unfortunately, ought to decline. Shall we count that as payment, for all the times you almost beheaded me, Dear?”, [m/n] tapped his finger on Childe’s forehead. The man was tall, but [m/n] was not of small ones, either.  Childe was left with a heavy blush and mumbling something along “little, spoiled brat and “oh, you just wait”.

         [m/n] walked out of the residence; the sun had already set, and the only thing illuminating the flower labyrinth was the faint glow of his vision, dangling from one of his belt-loops. He took a slow pace as he stepped inside the maze. Living in the castle for over [age] years, he had memorised every little thing about the place. The garden was the place he has been the most fond of.

         Thoughtlessly walking amidst the calming walls of roses, he was startled by the faint “hm” and “uh”s from the other side of the wall. After some time, he could detect faint sounds of a musical instrument.

         “Would you like some help, um.. Sir..?” he asked, finding a quick path to the other side was easy for [m/n], trying to sound confident in the assumption he made regarding their gender.

         “Ah!” the stranger yelped.

         “Ay, did you hear that?” a deep voice, [m/n] could assume it was one of the guardians.

         “Yeah, let’s go look,” another voice, higher, ordered. [m/n] could not care less about their antics, he was more than capable of protecting himself, and he wanted some peace.  “No, I’m just fine! Just a little slippery here,” [m/n] answered from inside the maze.

         “Young Master, do you need any help? We can bring you fresh clothes if yours got dirtied,” the first voice, again, voiced.

         “Just go! I’m good! Not dirty at all,” he ordered them away. With a few words, they departed.

         “Six guards..That could get me in trouble,” the boy on the ground laughed.

“You’re either a creep that's been watching over me and memorised the place or a very good guesser.”

         “Neither, I’m actually a musician,” the boy boasted, twirling a lyre in his hands.

         “I don’t think musicians  do that. And they certainly do not invade property, boy,” [m/n] glared, a little suspicious of the young man before him.

         “Hey! I’m no ‘boy’! Venti the Bard, for you!” he turned away with a huff and crossed arms.

         “Never heard of such a bard, and I know a lot, are you not from here?”

         “I’m from Mondstadt,”

         “What brings you here, to Liyue?” [m/n] shot.

         “Heard there was a big celebration. I am where the fun is,” Venti sat criss cross on the grass.

         “And what did you want there?” obviously, Venti has just answered, but [m/n] was a curious fellow.

         “I heard the host's son — they have three of them, I believe — was a great storyteller! The oldest one,” [m/n] rolled his eyes. Always his brother, never him.

         “Then you should go, he’s now in the mood,” he commanded, turning away with a harsh glare.

         “Hey! Can you at least tell me your name? Lead me out of here, at most!” Were strangers always annoying? [m/n] could not tell.

         “[m/n] [l/n]. Second born son of the host,” the last part was not necessary, yes, but he was going to prove his coolness to this Venti person.

         “Oooh!” Venti was standing now, eyes gleaming in interest.

         “Does he also have any talents?” Venti asked. For some peculiar reason, [m/n] found himself smiling and his chest being tingly. Venti was pretty. Definitely [m/n]’s type.

         “He’s the first to receive a vision in his bloodline, he’s a skilled artist, a wonderful diplomat, and..” he was unsure on how to say that and not sound funny.

         “‘And’ what?” Venti prompted. [m/n] walked closer to Venti. Towering over the bard, he leaned closer to his right ear.

         “He’s great in bed,” [m/n] held a prideful and arrogant smirk on his lips, Venti saw when he pulled away. Venti wanted to say many things; be it a cocky reply of a small dick joke, or a flirtatious ‘prove it then, sir’, or to just look into his [color] eyes and be hypnotized by his mesmerizing voice. Venti wanted it all, he himself concluded.

         “Now, boy, don’t get lost,” [m/n] said, turning away and starting to walk away. Venti just stared at him; still in shock from either his looks or his from the thing he said earlier, possibly, from both.

         “And? Do you need a special invite? We’re going inside, you’re my companion for tonight,” [m/n] playfully rolled his eyes and smirked from behind his shoulder, making eye contact with, now, smiling Venti.

         Venti has never been this enamoured by someone in his whole life. Be it how gentle [m/n]’s touches were, or how many funny or peculiar stories [m/n] has come to share. Venti had fallen in love with [m/n], hard. And his object of affection could not deny his liking, too. The smiles that Venti gave him, and the short melodies he played, and the way he talked and looked, — everything about Venti.

         When they neared the ballroom, [m/n] shared a smile with Venti. Not one of his cocky or prideful ones, a smile born of pure love and affection. He then extended his hand, doing a small bow. Venti took his hand, and they entered. Not the looks Venti got, about his unfit clothing, or the girls trying to steal [m/n] for a dance could stop them.

         Tonight was going to be fun.  

[celestialinception]

When All is Right with the World (pt.2)

Summary: When the ministry issues a call out for the proving of blood status, Fred decides that it’s too dangerous for the Reader and him to be together, leading to unforeseen consequences.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Whump, brief mentions of torture, mutual pining- with a happy ending.

With a crack, Fred and George landed outside the gates of Malfoy Manor and began pacing around to one of the servant entrances. The wind was loud, and the sound of shaking trees muffled their voices.

“Right- in and out. And we’re splitting up. We can cover more ground that way.”

George nodded, not minding that they were going to completely disregard what their father had told them. “We’ll meet back where we came in in 15 minutes. That way if she’s not there we can keep moving, and if one of us gets caught we know somethings up.”

Fred’s mouth was set in a grim line. He shook his head in assent and continued walking through the long grass, his shoulders squared.

“We’ll find her, Fred. We’ll get to her before…” George trailed off. He couldn’t complete that sentence truthfully.

George was very worried as to what he and his twin might find in the Manor. As core-shaking as the image of Y/n’s unconscious or worse, dead body, was when it came to mind, it was nothing compared to the image of his brother finding the body and losing the plot, resulting in him inadvertently killing them both.

Fred had changed since he had cast Y/n out. His old cheerful and exuberant demeanor was faded, and instead a cynical, hardened exterior had taken its place. George also knew that he rarely had a full night’s sleep, as was evident by the dark rings under his eyes and also the fact that Fred always went to bed later and got up earlier than himself. While George was externally annoyed by this new Fred, internally he was constantly worrying about when Fred would reach breaking point and snap.

Fred didn’t say a word, and they continued until they had made it through the gate and into the kitchen of the manor. They passed through the doors, finding a long hallway.

“Shout if you need.” George said.

“Yeah. You too” and with a quick nod to each other, took off in separate directions.

The scent of old drapes hung in the air as George traveled down the corridor. He checked every door as he passed by, peeking in to see if Y/n was in one of the rooms. He was desperately hoping to find Y/n before Fred did, therefore he would be able to prepare Fred if the worst had happened.

He turned down another hallway and had gotten halfway down it when a muffled scream was heard coming from a door down the hall. George took off.

He reached the door, and checking that no one was around, cast alohomora in case the door was locked and opened it slightly. He had to be sure it was Y/n before he went barging in.

The croaky voice of a girl sounded, but it was so low, George couldn’t identify if it was Y/n.

“Please… Please don’t…”

A man’s voice floated into the hallway.

“Now, now lovely, don’t be like that. Just a bit more, I mean you can’t be dead when they see ya’ you’d be no use otherwise. Just a couple more lovely litt’le markin’s for ya, and we’ll be done for the moment.” George looked through the doorway and the chilling scream that sounded from the girl twitching on the floor shook him more than he had ever been in his life.

The door banged against the wall as George threw it open.

“STUPEFY!”

Rookwood slumped over to the side from where he had been positioned over Y/n. George ran to her side.

“Y/n! Are you alright!? Come on, answer me… dammit!”

The pools of blood that were lying in the hollow of Y/n’s collarbones were seeping onto the floor. Tremors shook her body, and even if she heard him, she couldn’t even look at him. They needed to get her out of here.

“FRED! FRED! I’VE FOUND…” His voice trailed off as the form of Lucius Malfoy strode in through the door, wand pointed at George.

“Ahh, so there was a little rescue mission after all. Well, it’ll make it easier to get information I suppose. Get away from her, go on now.” Lucius nodded his head to the wall.

“Not a chance, mate.” George stood defiantly over Y/n’s body, trying to shield her from view.

Lucius sighed. “Very well then,” A groan from Y/n caused George to look around, and in the split second of distraction, ropes flew from the end of Lucius’s wand and around his body. With a flick, George was pinned to the wall.

“Now, “ Lucius stalked over to Y/n and dragged her halfway upright by her arm. As he did so, her arm made an awful crunching sound, and Y/n, in her barely conscious state, cried out. Lucius put his wand just underneath the cut under her collar bone. “If you comply and give me what I want, she can be returned to you with no further harm done and you will be permitted to leave no questions asked.” He pressed into her skin, and she groaned. “But if you don’t, I will personally make sure she dies in the most excruciatingly painful way possible. Your choice.”

The blood was dripping from her clothes now. George’s mind was racing, weighing up betraying Harry and letting Y/n die. Neither option was acceptable.

Lucius grew impatient, “Let me spur along your decision making… CRUCIO!”

Y/n’s body writhed, and her screams had him pulling frantically on the ropes that were binding him.

“Y/N! I’LL TELL YOU I’LL TELL YOU STOP HURTING HER I SWEAR I WILL TELL YOU PLEASE…”

A loud bang sounded, and Lucius Malfoy was hurtled away from Y/n into the wall across from George. Fred stormed into the room, eyes blazing. She slumped down to the ground, and George’s ropes fell away onto the floor, he rushed to her side. Fred, seeing that George had Y/n, turned back to see Lucius clambering to his feet.

Lucius turned his wand on Fred, but Fred was quicker.

“Incarcerous.” Lucius’s body was immediately seized, and with a flick of his wand, Lucius was forced roughly back into the wall, head banging on the stone. His slumped form appeared concussed, struggling to focus on Fred as he drew nearer. Fred placed the tip of his wand harshly under Lucius’ chin.

Fred’s voice was so low that George could barely hear it. “If you ever touch her again, I will ensure that you never again see the light of day.” In that moment, George was sure Fred was half-crazed, finally cracked. Fred walked over and scooped Y/n out of George’s hold up into his arms.

“Let’s go.” He nodded at George and with a crack they hurtled away from Malfoy Manor.

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Y/n woke to the feeling of cold wind on her face. Opening her eyes, she found herself in yet another unfamiliar room and began to panic. She went to sit up in bed, but upon moving, was stopped as a sharp stabbing pain pierced through her side and shoulder. Moaning slightly in pain, she stopped trying to move and through watery eyes, settled for looking around to see where she was.

The cold air was coming through the gossamer curtains lining the open window to her left. She appeared to be in a bedroom, tucked up under covers and wearing a set of pajamas that weren’t hers. Someone had dressed her while she was unconscious. That thought almost caused her to start hyperventilating, but the sharp pain in her side reminded her to stay calm and breathe slowly.

She tried to remember how she got here. The last thing she remembered was George getting thrown into a wall by Lucius Malfoy. George. Fred.

If George was there, there was a large chance that Fred might have been nearby. Maybe they had rescued her. Or maybe someone else had helped her and the twins had been captured. She needed to make sure they were both alright.

Y/n had been positioned on her side and deduced that due to her shoulder she probably wouldn’t be able to roll over. She did need to get out of this bed though and figure out what was going on.

Very, very, slowly, Y/n began to shuffle her way out of the bed, trying desperately to silence her gasps of pain. She had managed to flip her knee over the side and land upright on the floor, and then looked up to see a familiar red-haired man slumped over the bed. Her heart began to beat faster.

Fred had fallen asleep by her bedside, the sounds of his breathing barely audible over the wind. The only way Y/n was able to tell he was alive was through the soft rise and fall of his back. She did not want to wake him however.

As much as she then tried to deny it to herself, feelings from months of missing him rushed back to her. She wanted nothing more than to stagger across the bed to him and kiss him. But she had no idea of why he was here.

Was he only there because he felt guilty? Was he there on George’s orders, only to make sure she was still breathing as a favor to him? Had George gotten hurt trying to rescue her, and Fred was only here so that his sacrifice wasn’t in vain?

All these possibilities swirled around her mind, and further convinced her not to wake him. She needed to find George.

Y/n was able to use her non-injured arm to get up onto her feet, but she was very unsteady. Her legs felt like lead, and her head began to spin as she took several steps.

She had gotten halfway across the room when a large wave of dizziness overcame her, and she tumbled right down to the floor. White overcame her vision as her crash jolted her injuries, and if the loud noise hadn’t woken Fred up, her cries of pain definitely did.

“Y/n!” Fred was at her side in a moment, carefully trying to turn her over up off the ground.

“What are you doing? You could hurt yourself even more. Dammit woman, I…” He trailed off as he saw her tears of pain.

His voice immediately went softer.

“Come on, let’s get you into bed.” He cradled Y/n into his body as gently as possible and began to lift her back into the bed. She couldn’t help but whimper at the movements, but her vision was becoming foggier, the urge to slip into unconsciousness growing stronger by the second.

Fred managed to place her under the covers back in her original position without any more jolts. Y/n tried to look back to see his face but was immediately stopped by his hands. He came around to the other side of the bed, so she wasn’t straining.

“Trying to give me a heart attack again woman, you would think I did something horrible to you.” Even though he said it light-heartedly the truthfulness of the words still hurt him.

“Fred I…” She trailed off as tiredness was overtaking her.

“Shhh, it’s alright.” Fred smoothed her hair back off her face. “You can berate me all you want when you’ve had some more sleep. I’m going to go and get some more bandages, but I’ll be back soon.”

The fatigue finally won out and she fell into unconsciousness.

The blooming red on her bandages made Fred sigh deeply. He leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead before getting up and walking out of the room.

He was met by the sight of George coming up the stairs.

“I heard a crash. Is everything alright?”

“I fell asleep and Y/n tried to get up. She only made a couple steps before she fell over. She’s very weak still. I think she reopened some of the cuts. I’m just going to get more bandages.”

It seemed that the knife Rookwood had used on her was enchanted. Despite the complex spell work performed on her, Y/n’s cuts were still very slow to heal and opened at the slightest stretch. It had taken many blood replenishing potions to stop the shock from the blood loss.

George turned and walked down with him into the kitchen. “How did she react when she saw you?”

He gritted out, “She was anxious. The fall probably didn’t help that though. I don’t think she wanted to wake me.”

“She’s probably just confused as to what’s going on. It’ll get better when she understands.”

Fred turned sharply to face him,

“Will it? She didn’t try not to wake me because she was confused. She hates me. She probably couldn’t stand to be in the same room as me. I don’t blame her.”

He grabbed several bandages out of the cupboard and shoved them at George.

“Here, grab Fleur and give these to her. I doubt Y/n will want me to see her. I’m going for a walk.”

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The next time Y/n woke, the window was closed, and the blonde figure of Fleur was setting down a tray on the side table.

“Good morning, Y/n. I’m glad to z’e you are up.”

“Fleur? Where am I?”

“Shell c’ottage. You are in ze guest bedroom. You ‘ave been ‘ere for ze’veral days.”

Y/n tried to sit up, with more success than last time.

“Days? What do you mean days? Where’s Fred?”

Fleur lightly pushed her back down to the bed.

“Gentl’y now. Or you will break open z’e wound again. He is out walking I z’ink. George is in ze ‘ouse though. It might be better if he explains it.”

“Could you get him please. I need to thank him for helping me.”

“O’f course Cherie. Just a momen’t.”

Y/n fiddled with her hands as Fleur glided out the room. At least she was able to move around without sharp pain through her shoulder blade. She must have fractured something when they had apparated her to the Manor. She looked up as George walked in the room.

“I heard someone was in dire need of my company.” George smirked

In her excitement, Y/n made another move to get up.

“George! Come here!”

“Oi don’t move now or Fleur’ll yell my other ear off.”

He picked up his pace and came to the side of the bed.

George leaned down over the bed and hugged her. Y/n was relieved to see and touch him again. After the breakup, she had not only lost her boyfriend, but one of her best friends as well.

“You should have seen the speech she gave Fred after you got up the first time. You can tell she’s part Veela, gets scary when she’s angry. Don’t know how Bill does it.”

He turned serious as he pulled away and sat on the edge of the bed.

“You alright though? You scared me back there.”

“I’m okay. Thanks for rescuing me.” She scanned him up and down, “Were you hurt?”

“Me hurt? Nah, I’m too manly for that.” Y/n rolled her eyes as she laughed, “And it was a joint effort, Fred drove the whole mission really.”

“Fred was there?”

“Yup. Stormed in and saved us both really. Lucius had me cornered.”

“Oh,” Her eyes began to swim with guilty tears. “I’m so sorry. You both could have been hurt or killed and it would have been my fault. If I had just covered my stupid bloody tracks, they wouldn’t have found me.”

She hung her head, and George put a hand on her arm.

“Y/n, it’s not your fault. We would have been in way worse trouble if we hadn’t been prepared. Fred wouldn’t have hesitated to say anything to stop you from being hurt.”

“No, he wouldn’t, I’m not worth that. He would never have picked me over Harry.”

He raised his eyebrows at her,

“Oh, wouldn’t he? As soon as you sent that Patronus, he went in, no second thoughts. It was all Mum and Dad could do to stop him from apparating off as soon as he told them where he was going. I honestly thought he was going to murder Malfoy when he came in.”

Y/n’s face betrayed that she was still not convinced. George pressed on.

“He broke it off with you to protect you, despite my saying it was a dreadful idea might I add. It nearly killed him to do it. He was a wreck while you were gone. He honestly thought you’d be safer if you were in hiding and not associating with blood traitors.”

Y/n sat back for a moment. It explained his reaction to finding her on the floor. Him coming to get her. How he had sent her away. Finding out it was only to protect her made her chest ache. It started a whole new wave of tears. All the nights missing him. Moving around listlessly around the countryside. It could all have been avoided.

She shook her head through the sobs, “He’s so dumb.”

“I told him that as well. Although it’s not his fault I got both the brains and the looks.”

Y/n laughed shakily.

“I guess I should probably go find him and straighten everything out.”

“Please do. He’s been moping around the cottage since we got here, and Fleur will probably hex him if he doesn’t stop being grouchy.”

“Alright then. Let’s go find him. Can you help me up?” She stretched out a hand to him.

“As long as we go slow and Fleur doesn’t catch us, absolutely.”

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After spending a long time carefully making their way down the stairs and out the front door, George began leading Y/n down the beach. He had had to hold onto her tightly, as her unsteady legs coupled with the strong wind and dips of the sand had her stumbling often.

“You sure you don’t just want to wait for him to get back? It’s going to be a hell of a lot easier for you. I didn’t realise how unsteady you’d be, it’s probably not even good for you to be out here.” He looked back to the cottage.

“George, I need to see him. If you don’t want to come that’s fine, but I’m going to keep going.”

He sighed. “Bloody stubborn you are. Alright, we’ll keep going. But I mean it, if we run into Fleur, you forced me against my will to bring you out here.”

They kept walking across the sand for another twenty minutes until she saw him in the distance.

“Found him.” George looked up from his careful watch for possible trip hazards to see his brother, sitting on an aged fallen tree trunk, overlooking the bay.

Y/n had a sharp intake of breath.

“Do you still want to do this? If it’s too much we can go back.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Alright then. Fred!”

Fred turned to see them both. Although he was far away, Y/n could see his face turn to a frown. Fred got up off the petrified wood and started walking towards them. Y/n’s chest ached again as she thought of being in his arms.

“We couldn’t have just walked to him?”

“You already are looking white as a sheet, I don’t need you collapsing on me where I can’t get you into the house easily.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “I’m not going to…”

The sound of sand crunching caused them to turn back to see Fred in front of them. His face was cold and he snarked at George.

“What are you playing at, bringing her out here? She needs rest, not another bloody collapse. Take her inside, now.”

He sounded so harsh, Y/n began to doubt if George was actually telling the truth. He hadn’t even looked at her. In fact, he was keeping his eyes directly on his twin, not even giving her a glance. Her fears were assuaged. If he didn’t care, he would have had the decency to look at her. Despite the cool of the wind, she felt her cheeks begin to flush in anger.

“Y/n wanted to come and speak to you. I was merely making sure she didn’t crawl her way across the sand. But now that you’re here, I don’t need to do that anymore.” He smiled and let go of her arm.

“I’ll be inside if you need me.” He began walking off back to the cottage, leaving the pair alone together on the beach.

“George!” Fred tried to call after his brother, but he didn’t listen. Fred turned to Y/n.

“You need to get inside, there’s a storm moving in. You can berate me as we walk.”

He walked a few steps in front of her, but stopped when he realised she wasn’t following. He turned to face her.

Y/n exploded as he finally looked at her. Anger and pain from all the nights spent alone burned in her in full force.

“Months! Months I have spent away from you, all this time, and all you can do is lecture me about not staying in bed. REALLY? I am so angry with you!”

Fred looked back at her, seemingly dumbfounded.

“So many nights wondering what the hell I did wrong, and all I get is a scolding. I traveled all around Britain trying to forget what you had done to me, what you had made me feel, and all I get is a “you can berate me as we walk”’?" She made imaginary quotation marks with her fingers.

"I will bloody well berate you wherever I want Fred Weasley. How dare you act as though this means nothing? I…"

Y/n went to take a step forward and lost her footing. Before she could hit the sand however, he caught her and pulled her upright. Fred had seemed to find his tongue again.

"IT’S BECAUSE IT MEANS EVERYTHING! That’s why I need to make sure you are getting inside and better!"

He was growing angry as well.

"I condemned you to torture just by being with you! You have been tortured because I did not protect you! That was my job, to protect you! AND I FAILED. I made a call and it was wrong, so don’t expect me to not try and make up for everything I have done to you, because I won’t. I am going to spend every minute of the rest of my life regretting that stupid decision, so forgive me if that guilt involves me making sure you are safe."

His chest was heaving. He dropped her wrist from where he had been holding it as his body almost began to curve in on itself.

Y/n reached up and cupped his cheek. His confession had made her begin to cry again. She took a deep breath and willed herself to keep a steady voice.

"It is not your fault." He would not meet her eyes.

"Look at me," she all but whispered to him, "Please,"

He looked back up to her.

"It is not your fault. None of this is your fault. I can’t say that making me leave was the best decision, but you cannot take this onto your shoulders. You did what you thought was best and tried to protect me as much as you could. I don’t agree with it, but I can’t allow you to take blame like that. Okay? You are not at fault for this."

All that was keeping himself up seemed to disappear as he almost collapsed and bought his arms around her, bringing her tightly into his chest. She was openly crying into his shirt, small sobs wracking her body as all the emotional pain she had felt from the last two months drained out of her.

"I’m so sorry."

She nodded her acknowledgment into his chest. They stood there, arms wrapped around the other, almost clinging for dear life. Small taps of cold began to fall onto her scalp. She pulled back slightly and looked up.

It had begun to rain.

"I need to get you back inside. I like my Y/n at room temperature, not as a popsicle."

She nodded and started trying to walk back, but her knee gave way as she took the first step. Fred caught her again.

"Remind me to kill George for letting you out here like this. Come on, I’ll carry you."

Before she could protest, he had swept her up into his arms, and was walking back to the cottage. She didn’t have the energy to fight herself and ended up leaning into him as he walked. Her heart swooped when she thought back to what he said, “My Y/n.”. Was he just saying that though or were they back together? She needed to know before she got her heart broken again.

They were nearly at the cottage. She wanted to ask him this out here before they got inside. That way she would have time to compose herself before she saw the others.

“Fred, can you put me down?” She had to talk loudly over the rain.

“We are nearly there, just hold on.”

“No, I need to say something now.” She wriggled in his grasp, and managed to slip down to the sand, landing softly as he tried to catch her.

“Y/n we need to get inside, you’re going to catch your death out here!”

“Just wait!” she turned to face him. Her voice was getting louder over the rain,

“George told me something and I need to know if it’s true. Do you love me or is it over? If you don’t have feelings for me anymore that’s fine, I just need to know. Please Fred.”

He shook his head in annoyance and shouted as lightning crackled across the sky.

“Dammit woman, I never stopped! I thought that was obvious!”

“So you still…”

“Of course I still love you!”

She reached up and crashed his lips down to hers. He immediately reciprocated. His arms circled around her and up into her hair once more, pulling her deeper into the kiss. She was soaked from the rain and unsteady as the wind felt like it was blowing through her, but it didn’t matter because he was clinging to her like she was a lifeline.

After a minute, he pulled back and picked her up again, without giving her time to say anything. He paced to the cottage's door and turned the handle, carefully carrying her inside.

As they entered, Fleur’s shrill voice began echoing around the cottage, but it didn’t matter. She looked up to see Fred smiling down at her. All was right in her world again.

[gryffindors-weasley]

Petals and Promises

Ron Weasley x Reader

Summary: A spring evening spent with Ron.

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: none—fluff, kissing

You must say, the spring season was one that always brought with it a multitude of beauty. Whether it may be the newly blossoming flowers sprinkling colorfully just about everywhere in your slightly overgrown lawn and livening up your house, or the warming temperatures calling for open windows, even the rain showers that arrived whenever they so pleased—you can’t deny how much you love this time of year.

The air was warm yet still brisk enough for a blanket as you lay tucked comfortably within your hammock with Ron, the tattered flannel material draping over the two of you in ruffles of orange and red. It was enough to stave off the chill of the soft breeze that swept over your skin, gentle yet determined to send a shiver through you. Despite that, it brought with it the delightfully sweet scent of the flowers that surround you both, flourishing wildly in the flowerbeds and in the grass. It brought with it the ever so soothing sound as it weaved itself through brilliantly green leaves.

Perhaps the most enamoring thing to be admired out of everything was laying atop your chest, heaps of red hair blowing around softly on his forehead with every gust. The warm sunshine streamed through the branches above you, dancing across your skin, across his flushed cheeks in a golden glow. Ginger lashes curl and splay over the tops of those very cheeks, fluttering each and every time he blinked slowly as he fought valiantly to stay awake. His hand enveloped over top of your own, his grip tightening a fraction each time he needs reminding that you’re still tangled up with him. The unwavering hold on your hand had hindered your ability to turn the pages in your book, but you suppose it was worth the trouble, you knew it was.

It was his idea to come outside and enjoy the weather in the first place, particularly to enjoy it with you, though he simply enjoyed just being with you more than anything else. You knew full well he wouldn’t make it more than ten minutes without drifting off; you were right.

He didn’t entirely fit, his feet dangling over the edge, socks grass-stained and bunched at the ankles. The sunshine and singing of the birds proved to be far more soothing than he’d anticipated, and the way you’d been playing with his hair had him in and out of a slumber. That and the constant tickle of his hair on his face.

Reading the book propped open in your free hand was beginning to become a distracted effort, and you were only distancing yourself from the task the more time that had gone by. The gentle wind had a constant habit of crinkling and creasing your pages each time it’d brushed over them, eliciting an exasperated sigh from you. That, paired with the natural beauty all around you, the setting sun painting the sky in a palette of pinks and oranges; it was reason enough to pull your attention from the pages to elsewhere.

The windows of your sweet little home had been opened to let in the fresh air, the wind pulling the sheer cream curtain over your door blowing outward into daylight as it rests ajar, ruffling freely in the air before fluttering back to the ground for a few moments. Your two cats had wandered their way to the two of you through that very door, sprawled contently underneath your hammock as they relished in the evening sun. Occasionally, they’d paw curiously at Ron’s feet, always drawing a groan from him as he recoiled tighter into you until sleep had its hold on him once more.

You couldn’t have thought of a better way to spend your day if you weren’t honest; it was perfect in all aspects. One might think that the lives of two people with the ability to produce the most powerful of magic would forever lead chaotic lives, and that had been true less than a decade ago. But things were different now.

Magic was still present in your everyday life, it always will be and you would never tire of it. But it was seldom ever used to defend yourselves anymore, never used to harm another. It was used to wash the dishes when you hadn’t felt like it, to startle on another by switching the lights off from another room. It was used to douse each other with water in the backyard in goofy antics before the other could think of something more thrilling as payback. It was used to refill mugs of cocoa and coffee when you hadn’t felt like making anymore, to stir pots on the stove when you were far too caught up in dancing around the kitchen. Ron had learned that one the hard way when he nearly burnt the kitchen down when he’d been far too busy kissing you, admiring you like the lovestruck fool he knew himself to be.

Magic is used after a quidditch match gone wrong, to heal Ron with the most tender of spells and potions as possible. He refuses to go to St. Mungo’s whenever possible, preferring the care of you over anyone else. He claims your magic is much more powerful, though you knew all he’d really been wanting was you.

Magic was used for the fun you’d once imagined it to be as a child. There was far too much hurt and anguish by the hands of that very gift, and the two of you had been determined to use it for good, to use it for the lighthearted ways you’d always loved.

You had a home of your own, filled with moments to be cherished as long as your memory would allow. Filled with dancing in your living room at three o’clock in the morning, and never waking up without each other. To making a mess of the kitchen when baking a cake for the other’s birthday. Of silly anniversaries of things others might consider trivial. It was imperfectly perfect and it was bursting with a warmth and love you’d hoped to have; it was right for the two of you. It was yours.

In time, you felt the tips of his fingers dance tenderly across your wrist and up your arm a few inches more, the gentle touches bringing a soft smile to your face. They trace in unknown shapes for a short while, and unbeknownst to you he’d scrawled invisible ‘I love you’s’ there, his fingers soon splaying over your skin as he grabs your hand once more. You decide then and there that you’d never get any quality reading done beyond that very point, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you close your book and let it fall to the grass below you with a dull thud.

Your other hand brushes through his hair, a bit tangled as your fingers pass through it and you don’t fail to see the way he leans into your touch. Delicate purple flower petals are woven within the ginger locks, cream ones joining in from the two blossoming trees you lay between, and it looked soft and adorable. It was then that he lifted his head and looked at you, your fingers smoothing down his cheek. The smile gracing his lips was nothing short of adoring, and he was still very much groggy with sleep.

“Hey you,” he murmured, a soft laugh leaving his lips at the feeling of his hair sticking to his face. The humidity from that morning’s rainstorm had lingered, curling the ends of his hair.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” you beam, a laugh of your own escaping you as he makes his attempts to move.

His efforts were near futile as the hammock swayed and rocked and proved to be quite unforgiving, mere seconds from sending him tumbling out and onto the ground for what wouldn’t be the first time. But he manages somehow to avoid such a clumsy outcome, the swinging he so ungracefully caused now settling to a stop.

“What d’you mean ‘sleepy head’?” He asks, his words sleepily mingling into one another as his laughter fanned warmly across your lips.

The pad of your thumb brushed over his freckled cheek, the one that’d been significantly more pink than the other from having been pressed against you for the better part of an hour. Not to mention the sleep lines imprinted on his skin. You bit the inside of your cheek in an attempt to stifle your inevitable spill of laughter, thumb now swiping over the drool that had not quite dried at the corner of his mouth.

“You’ve been drifting off this whole time, perhaps the puddle of drool on my shirt will jog your memory,” you jest even though you felt tired yourself, his nose scrunching in protest to your words, “or maybe the snores that could be heard through the whole neighborhood.”

Your giggles intensified when he dropped a flurry of kisses to your neck with the full knowledge of just how ticklish it’d been. Giggles that were quickly muffled when he kissed you, his own having hummed against your mouth. His hair tickled against your forehead, brushing lightly against your cheek. He’d been due for a bit of a haircut; his hair had been dipping over his eyes, nearly dusting over his shoulders as it once had done when he was fourteen.

“Must you always tease me?” He mumbles, the corner of his mouth quirked up in a smile at the sight of yours.

“You make it so easy,” you counter, and he pressed kisses to your cheek. “How could I not?”

“So terribly mean, love,” he sighs, kissing you once more before wedging himself between you and the fabric of the hammock, tugging the flannel blanket up further.

“Yes, but I love you terribly,” you say, your nose bumping his as you look up at him.

The pale pink staining his cheeks is something not from the sunshine on his skin, rather your declaration of love. No matter how often you said it, it would always leave him blushing scarlet—you could say it a hundred times in a row and he’d flush each and every time it fell from your lips. His eyes sparkled blue-green beneath ruffles of ginger, his smile nothing short of beaming.

“I love you an awful lot,” he grins, still sleepy yet still so adoring of you as his eyes flutter closed.

Now it had been your turn to flush a rosy pink, an obvious fact that you tried your hardest to stave off as you leaned up and kissed the underside of his jaw. He tangles his legs with yours once more, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he basks in the very moment with you. In the very way the sun glimmers over you, golden and glowing, shining upon someone who he feels is the embodiment of that very sunshine. He basked in the way the soft pink petals on the trees above you float down in a floral rain. In the way you loved him as wholly as he did you, and he couldn’t quite believe that wonderfully dizzying fact.

You yawn as you nuzzle your face against his t-shirt, picking at a loose string. Somehow, he always smelled of cinnamon, for as long as you could remember he smelled of just that. It was delightfully sweet and so incredibly Ron, and you couldn’t help but feel comforted.

“Have you finished your book?” He asks softly, the fatigue that still remained heavy having him merely hum his words.

“No,” you mumble, “too distracted.”

His chuckle shook you softly, the feeling bringing a smile to your face as you looked up at him. “What?

You narrow your eyes in a playful glare as you look at him, lifting your head from his shoulder. His smile widened at that, a soft gust of wind blowing his hair in his eyes but he hadn’t bothered to move it. “I’ve heard you reread the same line four times in a row.”

His laughter was immediate to trail after his words, more so when you swatted his chest. He tipped his head back, the action ruffling his hair entirely as he found your expression humorous. It was rather hard to stay mad at him, however, not with the way he looked at you so fondly and not that you were even mad to begin with. You exhale a sigh, finding yourself looking at him the same despite your reddened cheeks upon mention of your blunder. It must have occurred when he’d held your hand.

You drop your head to his shoulder once more, unable to fight your smile. “Not my fault.”

His response is another bout of soft laughter, and no doubt the most beaming of smiles. “Whatever you say, love.”

The same fatigue you had teased him for just moments prior had held its grip on you, your laughter dwindling as your eyelids grow heavy. You hum in a late acknowledgement to what he’d said, “exactly that.”

You splay your hand across his chest, interlocking your pinky with his. His smile went unseen by you, one of awe and knowing all the same. He knew what that meant. It was a promise as most would think of it as, a silent ‘I love you’ as the two of you know it to be. He knew exactly the day it first happened. At the Burrow under the light of the stars, he’d told you he loved you for the very first time. It was that night that you wrapped your pinky around his, joined hands settled in the grass between you. With it accompanied the very three words that made his heart race and his cheeks flush. It was then, that very first time that night, that it became an unspoken action worth a thousand words.

So he smiles, he curls his pinky around yours and he smiles. Your own grin is just as unseen as his, but you didn’t need to see each other to know of it.

“I love you,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, to your nose when you look at him.

“I love you,” you whisper, kissing the corner of his mouth in a tired attempt of a kiss. His smile was soft, and he still felt the tingle of your kiss as if it was the first time. He’s quite sure it’ll always feel that way. He knows it.

It was then that you tuck yourself against him, in the crook of his neck as the tattered flannel blanket settles warmly over top you both, the spring breeze brushing over your cheeks. You lay cradled within the canvas hammock that enveloped the both of you nearly in a cocoon. Your drowsiness was too hard to ignore by then, your eyes fluttering closed as his cheek pressed to the top of your head.

You were perfectly content to sleep there forever in the very arms, the very place you felt safest in. It was beautiful with the setting sun and the chirping of the birds. With petals falling in your hair and pinkies interlocked in a promise.

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[startanewdream]

Come fly with me

Summary:  In which Ginny can't help but follow her stupidest ideas and Harry is just happy to spend some time with her. Fluffy moment, set during Half-Blood Prince.

Read on AO3 if you prefer or below the cut:

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That's one of the stupidest ideas Ginny has ever had, but like all of her stupid ideas, she is too stubborn to withdraw.

Harry is walking at her side, throwing glances at her that mix challenge and exasperation with just a touch of concern. For someone that she knows has a bit of a saving-people thing, he seems to be enjoying this situation too much.

Of course he does. He has already done it - twice - and survived.

Sometimes it's not easy when your boyfriend has a hero-complex that got him into too many adventures. Especially if you are someone who also loves taking risks.

'Do you know how to do this?', Harry asks, and she loves that the worry in his voice is directed at helping her, not stopping her.

'I've done it before', she says nonchalantly, hoping her voice doesn't betray any fear. 'Part of it at least'.

Well, she is telling the truth. She had already met Buckbeak - or Witherwings, if she must -, but then it had been on a room with the door opened behind her and with Sirius holding the hippogriff, so she never felt in danger then.

Of course, now the situation is completely different.

They reach Hagrid's hut and the hippogriff is there, quietly patting the grass, looking even a little bit bored. He looks like he will enjoy some flying, but still, looking at his sharp talons, she thinks of how Fred and George will laugh themselves to death when they hear she died trying to tame a hippogriff.

No, they will laugh when they hear she died because she couldn't resist proving herself to Romilda Vane, of all people.

'Just be respectful', Harry is reminding her, and she nods in concentration. She remembers Sirius telling her to bow down politely and wait for the hippogriff to do the next move. She takes a deep breath and starts walking forward; but then a thought comes to her mind and she turns back sharply.

Without hesitation, she takes the three steps that separate her from Harry and kisses him fully in the mouth.

If he is surprised, Harry doesn't show - he seems always available for a good snog, more at ease with public displays of affection than she ever thought he could, as if all he thinks all the time is of kissing her too.

It was supposed to be her kissing him, but Harry easily gets the upper hand; his hands hold her face gently, his fingers caressing her cheek as his lips move over hers softly and demandingly and Ginny is out of breath when she breaks apart.

Nothing unusual. Kissing Harry always draws away all breath and worries from her body.

'Wow', she sighs, smiling happily, for the first time that afternoon less worried about facing a hippogriff.

'Wow', he repeats dazedly, as if he wasn't the one to kiss spectacularly his girlfriend. 'What was that for?'

For a moment she thinks of saying it was like a last kiss - one for if things went wrong - but then Harry might take that too serious.

'Good luck', she says instead, winking at him, and then marching resolutely to the hippogriff.

Buckbeak still looks menacing, but kissing Harry always brings light and an added touch of his bravery to her, so Ginny breathes slowly and bows to the hippogriff, keeping eye contact with the beast's yellow eyes. Looking at him causes a sudden wave of longing for Sirius, who had been so nice to her - he too understood having some darkness stuck on your head sometimes.

Perhaps Buckbeak remembers meeting her before or perhaps she is able to pass on her respect because after a few seconds he bows down to her and she advances with a smile to caress his feathery head, until she touches his back.

Her heart beats faster, but it's adrenaline, more than fear, and she thinks of the first time she ever flew when she was seven. She could do it then, she can do it now.

'We could ask a saddle for Hagrid', Harry says coming at her side, after just bowing to Buckbeak.

'Did you need one?'

'No, but I was smaller'.

Ginny scoffs.

'I am not that bigger than you were at thirteen, Harry. If you did it I can do too'.

Harry throws her an amused look, but he just nods. He is probably thinking that in the list of every crazy thing he ever did, at least she is asking to repeat one of the less dangerous.

It's not because he has already done it that she wants to do too. Well, it kind of is, but not really. It's all Romilda Bloody Vane's fault.

Ever since Romilda asked her about the tattoo on Harry's chest and Ginny told her it was a dragon, Romilda had been annoying her, insisting she was wrong. Apparently Witch Weekly has an article describing a hippogriff, and despite the fact that Ginny already saw Harry's chest - and is very much in a position to deny any tattoo -, Romilda didn't believe her.

'I bet you never even saw a hippogriff before. You could never fly one into sunset like Harry did, so dreamy -'

McGonagall had appeared then, stopping Ginny from hexing Romilda - she couldn't afford detention, not when it would lessen the time she had with Harry - and Ginny was left fuming for the rest of her classes, unable to even say Harry had flown during morning daylight.

And that was why she had dragged her boyfriend to Hagrid's hut right before dinner, explaining quickly what she intended to do. Harry had agreed quite easily with her - he always enjoyed good mischief and even more if it involved some time alone with her.

'Hey, Buckbeak', she says reassuringly to the hippogriff. 'We will just go for a flight, ok? No biting or making me fall, what kind of a Quidditch player I would look like then?'

She is not sure if he understood her, but the hippogriff nods slightly, his head inclined to her. She touches his head again, with fondness, before sitting on his back. It's not very comfortable and she looks helpless at the feathery head, wondering where is supposed to hold; before she can decide it, however, Buckbeak takes flight and she grabs his neck hurriedly.

After the first three seconds of panic, she lets out an exhilarating cry. Buckbeak has gone up faster than she could on her broom, and there is something beautiful in the way his wings are spread, in the balance of the flight. It's not like how she feels on a broom - she likes to be in control - but it has some freedom too. She had never flown outside the Quidditch field on Hogwarts before and now they are gliding over the Forbidden Forest.

She looks down and she thinks she sees the small dot that is Harry looking in her direction. A sudden thought comes to her and she smirks.

'Hey, Buckbeak', she says, bending down to talk to him. 'What do you say we take Harry on this flight with us?'

Buckbeak makes a sound that looks like agreement before he slides toward the ground, with Ginny trying to hold on to his neck and not fall over his head. It's exciting, though, so she is laughing uncontrollably when they land softly.

'Ginny! That was -'

'Come on!', she says grinning, offering him her hand. 'Come fly with me'.

'You know we could do it on a broomstick, right?'

Buckbeak makes an indignant sound.

'Look, you are offending him', she says playfully, stroking Buckbeak's neck. 'He is just playing, Buckbeak, you are much more friendly than any broom'.

The hippogriff makes a happy sound now.

Harry raises his brows at her.

'Making friends?'

'We and Buckbeak get along very well. Now come on, it's a beautiful sunset out there'.

There is the slightest hesitation in Harry, that seems to disappear the minute he sits behind her, and his hands close over her waist instead of holding on to the hippogriff. Ginny lays her back against his chest and Harry breathes in slowly - she knows he is feeling her perfume, as he likes to do. She can hear his heart beating faster even before the hippogriff takes flight with them.

It's different being well above ground with Harry, feeling his body close to her, his lips occasionally pressing a soft kiss on her neck that cause goosebumps that have nothing to do with the cold air. Even Buckbeak seems to know this flight is supposed to be softer. He soars slowly, taking them towards the lake, where they have a gorgeous vision of the sun setting behind the mountains, bathing the sky in pink and orange and red, while the lake reflects the Hogwarts castle.

'How did you know about hippogriffs?', he asks her in a low voice. She bits her lips before answering.

'Sirius taught me', says Ginny, glancing at him for his reaction. Harry smiles with just a little touch of sadness.

'Of course'.

She hesitates, wondering if she should say more, but she thinks Harry would like to hear.

'Sirius always told me that he wished Buckbeak could be out there flying again'.

'He would be glad then… he escaped Hogwarts once on Buckbeak's back, did you know?' She nods and Harry chuckles easily. 'I think it's the kind of adventure he and my dad would have approved'.

She takes his hand, entwining their fingers, and Harry raises their hands to press a soft kiss on hers.

'At least Buckbeak is free now'. There is a short pause. 'Luna once told me that people we love are just waiting for us - like behind a veil, and we will see them again. Do you think it's true?'

She never thought about it, but then again death isn't always threatening her as it seems to happen with Harry. Still, when she thinks of Harry, she is always amazed at the way his eyes are flashing and shining and so obviously impressed by the fact he is alive. She cannot picture a world in which his heart isn't beating, in which his eyes aren't sparkling with the possibilities.

But since none of them is immortal, one day - in the distant future, she hopes - they will all be gone. And then… it cannot be just this. There's got to be more.

'Luna is usually right. She is of the smartest people I've known'.

He nods solemnly, and she feels another wave of affection for him, for the way Harry obviously cares for Luna too.

'I hope wherever he is, Sirius is seeing this too', Harry whispers. 'It's amazing'

Harry sighs, and Ginny wonders when was the last time he stopped to see the sunset - if he ever did it at all.

She glances back at him. There is a wondrous expression on his face as he takes the view, as if he is surprised he gets to see such a spectacle of nature; he looks so pure and endearing.

And then Harry looks at her, their eyes meeting, and the wonder in his face doesn't change. He looks at her softly and - if she dares to think of it - in love.

He opens his mouth, his eyes not leaving her, but no sound comes out. His hand raises to touch her face, putting behind her ear all the strands of hair that escaped her ponytail, with such tenderness that she thinks she doesn't really need him to say what he is feeling.

It's written on his eyes and it's a reflection of what she feels.

She doesn't know who moves first - at this point, after weeks of dating, she and Harry's thoughts are usually in synchrony - but then they are kissing, fifty feet above the ground, the cool wind blowing around them, soaring in the air on the wings of a hippogriff.

Her hands cup his face and Harry's hands are buried in her hair, holding her neck to keep her close to him and a part of Ginny thinks it's risky what they are doing, none of them holding on to the hippogriff. Any change in the wind, any movement, and they might fall.

But Ginny thinks she has already fallen.

The sky is already purple and greyish blue when they return to the ground. She strokes Buckbeak's head once more, thanking him for the ride, and she turns to Harry with a grin that he matches without even thinking about it as if he cannot resist her joyfulness.

'So', she begins, taking his hand and looking mischievously at him. 'How do you feel about flying on a Hungarian Horntail now?'

[outerbankswriting]

Innocent (JJ x Reader)

Description: The reader and JJ get high together and the sexual tension is too much... (again.. I suck at the descriptions just read the request instead)

Request: can you maybe make a concept where the reader and jj are high from smoking. sexual tension clearly being settled and the reader is like an innocent girl and jj wants to take that away from her. so jj starts to tease and kiss her neck and the reader starts to moan and get wet

warnings: drugs

INNOCENT

You were never like this, but you didn’t regret it a bit.

When you gave in to Kiara’s endless petitions for you to meet her Pogue friends, you were clearly not expecting to meet the one guy who would change your life completely.

JJ Maybank.

Ever since you and JJ became close friends, you’d forgotten about your comfort zone.

You were constantly joining him and the rest for their crazy Pogue adventures, going to parties outside of Figure Eight, getting wasted as hell and not sleeping at home for a whole week (of course you had to lie to your parents about it and say you were staying with Kie when in reality you stayed at John B’s place with the rest).

After all, you were a Kook and the Pogue lifestyle was all new to you, but JJ never failed to make you feel as if you’ve been a Pogue your entire life.

“Drink this.” A red-eyed JJ insisted as he handed you a red cup.

“What is this?” You furrowed your brows at the sight of the drink.

“Just trust me,”

“Are you sure it’s not poison?” You joked.

“You’re gonna have to find for yourself babe.” He winked at you.

You smelled the liquid inside the cup and gagged. The strong smell of a mixture of alcohol making your eyes water.

“JJ what the hell? What’s in this?”

“Don’t be so innocent,” he laughed at your gagging, “have a little fun with me.”

That had been the first time you’d experienced what having a blackout felt like. 

Of course JJ was there to hold your hair back as you emptied your stomach and he was also outside Kie’s place first thing in the morning with your favourite chocolate and some aspirin to “cure your hangover”, ignoring the scoldings of Kiara for making you get so drunk at last night’s party.

Something about your lack of experience in life made JJ so drawn towards you. He made it his duty to help you “live your best life” and he stood by his word.

JJ never pressured you to do anything you didn’t want to do though, in fact you were the one constantly wanting to hang out with him to forget your boring Kook life. You were tired of having to be the proper girl, always having to look your best and not mess up and JJ was your escape from all of that.

You would also be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t find him attractive. It started as a tiny crush when you laid eyes on him for the first time which later developed into something more than a crush. Your feelings for him grew the more you kept hanging out with him. There was just something about his carefree attitude that infatuated you.

Your friendship with JJ was unusual though, the two of you cared about each other a lot but there was constant flirting involved and you liked the feeling of it.

You liked having your heart speed up whenever you looked at each other that way.

You liked your insides fluttering whenever the two of you accidentally touched.

You liked feeling his toned arms around you whenever the two of you got too drunk and decided to dance.

And he knew you liked it.

You were hanging with the Pogues at John B’s place after a long and tiring day at the beach. You were feeling confident with yourself with your tanned and exfoliated skin from the sand, wearing your favourite orange bikini and your hair loose and surprisingly soft after some hair mask Kie made you wear.

John B was playing some music while Pope and JJ were mixing alcohol and sodas making some weird alcoholic mixture.

“Don’t you dare drink more than 3 cups of your weird mix tonight.” Kie warned Pope who was already gulping down his first drink.

“Relax Kie,” JJ said as he poured you a drink, “and it’s not a weird mix, it’s our elixir of life.”

“Damn right,” John B added and grabbed some of the way too red mix.

“I think your elixir of life will actually make you face death instead.” You said as you remembered that one night you had too much of that mix and spent the whole night at the bathroom.

“Your body just needs to get used to it, that’s all.” JJ winked at you and sat next to you on the sofa.

“I’m not planning on having a blackout tonight, thank you.” You smiled innocently at JJ as you denied the drink he was handing to you.

“So you’re not drinking tonight?” He raised his eyebrow at you before dramatically pouting.

“I’m not really feeling it.” You pouted back.

“Hmm,” he jokingly scratched his chin, “how about some weed?”

“Only if you join me.” You grinned at him, his eyes instantly lighting up.

“I could never turn down such an offer.” He smirked and turned his head towards John B’s backyard.

The two of you went outside and walked a little further from John B’s place so you could be out of sight from the rest. Once you found the perfect spot where no one would bother you, you both sat down on the grass, JJ rapidly taking out the joints and lighting them up while you laid down completely to stare at the stars.

“Hey, hey,” JJ exclaimed, “the only stars you need in your life are right here.”

He handed you a joint and you took a long drag, feeling the hot sensation inside your body.

After the two of you went over your first round, you watched carefully as JJ placed another joint in his mouth to light it up, admiring how hot he looked with the weak flame enhancing his strong jawline and blue eyes.

“So,” he exhaled, his hand slightly touching yours but your heightened sensations making your body shake on his touch, “tell me something.”

“What do you want to know?” You replied as you took another drag.

“What are you into?” He lazily grinned.

“As in,” you paused before grinning back at him, “do I like choking?”

JJ choked on his joint for a few seconds before bursting out laughing, making you follow his actions and laugh with him.

“I was not expecting that,” he said and raised an eyebrow at you, “but do you?”

You felt your insides begin to tingle and a wave of excitement and confidence taking over your body.

“I don’t know,” you intentionally bit your bottom lip, “maybe I do.”

JJ’s eyes widened for a moment before his lips slowly curved into a smile.

“Wouldn’t expect that from a girl like you.”

“A girl like me? What’s that supposed to mean?” You moved a little closer to him.

“You know,” he bit his lip now, “all innocent and shit.”

“I’m not that innocent, you know?” You whispered, smirking at him.

“Hard to believe.” His voice was low and raspy and your hormones were very aware of that.

You raised your eyebrows at him and your outburst of confidence (thanks to the cannabis), made you place your leg over his as you pretended to be unbothered by the tension building up.

JJ’s body shifted closer to yours as he noticed how dangerously close your leg was to his friend down there and you couldn’t help but bite the inside of your cheeks to stop the grin that was trying to escape from your lips.

“Good thing I have nothing to prove to you.” You let the grin out and slightly pressed your leg against his growing bulge.

“I beg to differ,” he whispered as he moved even closer to you, your body practically sitting on his lap.

“Mhm I see,”

You intentionally moved your hair behind your shoulders, exposing your neck and collarbones to him.

“Such a pretty neck,” he softly traced his finger down your neck to your collarbones, sending shivers down your spine, “does it really like to be choked?”

Your heart began to beat faster at his words.

“You’ll have to find out for yourself.” You smirked without leaving his eyes.

You watched as he licked his lips and took a last drag of his joint before putting it out.

“I was planning to.”

You took a deep breath as his soft hair brushed against your skin and the warmth of his mouth covered your neck, leaving wet kisses all over it.

You turned your body towards him to give him more exposure to your neck, wrapping your legs around his hips and pushing your body towards his, feeling his bulge press against you.

He moved his lips from the side of your neck to your collarbones, you felt him gently suck your skin and you immediately knew it was going to leave a mark, but you didn’t mind so you pressed his head closer to your neck.

JJ noticed your desperate moves and moved his lips to your jawline, leaving small and wet kisses all over its outline making a moan come out of your mouth which immediately made his arms grab your hips.

“You like it,” he whispered against your neck and you couldn’t help but grab his face and stare deep into his eyes.

JJ didn’t take long to realise what you wanted and wasted no time to press his lips against yours, slowly but passionately kissing you before your tongues fought for dominance intensifying the kiss.

You moaned against his lips and his hand moved from your hip to the bottom of your bikini, softly tracing over the hem of it, making you breathe harder.

“Let’s go somewhere else,” he whispered against your lips, leaving you breathless and only being able to nod at his command.

It surely was going to be a long night.

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A/N: I LOVED WRITING THIS... sorry for leaving you like this ok I’m not sure if you guys want me to write smut and if you do lemme know so there can be maybe a second part???