#instead and now I have this all figured out in my head but also not really and its low key eating me up lmao

[jjoongstar]

𝕷𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝕾𝖔𝖚𝖑

➸pairing: grim reaper seonghwa x innocent fem reader

➸genre: fluff, angst

➸wc: 3.4k

➸warnings: none. mentions of nicknames. death

➸a/n: an apology post for being mia for a while (please forgive me). not proofread!😔🫂

you sat by the window seat in your bedroom, reading a book while you bask in the evening sun. a soft blanket over your lap to keep you cozy and a cushion behind your back. you were so into the story that you didn't bother on what's happening appearing, in your bedroom.

a tall dark figure appeared suddenly in your room and it approached behind you in silence. you sense the presence and looked over your shoulder right before the figure could touch you. its pale hand was near to your shoulder but it halted when you noticed its presence.

silence fills the air as you attentively tried to figure out, who or what even is this peculiar figure. tall and lean with a long black cloak that covers the top of its head and its whole body, only revealing its face and hands. you stare back at the eyes that bore into yours from the start. though he had an intimidating look, you didn't fear him at all. instead, you felt at ease with its aura.

"i really like your eyes,"

"what?" the unknown figure was taken aback by your words and he stumbled backwards a few steps.

its face contorts in a shocked expression and it felt its heart thump when you smile at it. it clutches the fabric of its robe over its chest, feeling the weird sensation. what the hell is this? i don't have a heart!

you marked the last page you read and place the book aside before you make small steps towards the unknown entity. your smile never falter as you reach up your hands and graze your fingers across its cheek. cold. his skin was iced cold on your fingertips. you saw how the entity hitched its breath upon your touch.

"you're so pretty too. who are you?" there was no response as it was still in a stunned state. you gasp when your brain connected the dots.

"are you perhaps… an angel?!"

"huh? EW NO!" it felt disgusted by your assumption of its identity and grabbed your wrist, shoving it away harshly from its face. when you winced in pain, guilty flooded its mind.

"sorry, i didn't mean to hurt or scare you," its raspy voice speaks again.

"you didn't scare me, why would i be afraid of an angel like you," a pretty face like that, who on earth would be afraid?

"first off, I'm not that kind of angel you think i am. also, everyone fears me, so why are you…smiling?"

"there's nothing scary of you angel!" you said giddily and beams a wider smile at him.

"stop calling me that!" it said through gritted teeth and eyes blaring in flame. but you kept that smile on your face, yet you felt more intrigued over this unidentified presence.

"then do you have a name i should call you? oh my name is-"

"i already know who you are. there's no need for introductions when…you're gonna…huh?" the last words from it fades slowly when you wrap your arms around its middle and your eyes full of gleam, looking at it from below.

its shaky hands tried to push you away but the way your face was full of admiration and eyes glimmer in hope, it tugs another string at its non-existent heart. i guess it wouldn't hurt for my name since she's gonna die either way.

"seonghwa. call me seonghwa,"

"hwa!" his name sounded so beautiful too, it matches his face really well and you felt so happy that he finally gave his name to you. you hugged him a bit tighter than before.

"no, seong…hwa," he emphasised every syllable of his name.

"hwa!"

"seonghwa,"

"HWA!" he sighs in defeat and lets you win. however, he felt his body getting relaxed when you have him in your hold. for once, he felt…comfort.

"now dear, the reason I'm here is to-"

"to accompany me!" you cut him off and release him from your grasp as you went to your wardrobe.

he tried to speak up in defense but you ignored him as you dress yourself up in something warm and suitable for an outside occasion. you grab his wrist and drags him towards outside. even though he is bigger and much stronger than you, he felt like he should just let you take him to wherever you wish. that is, to take a walk outside.

he kept on babbling he doesn't want to to this, but he still kept on walking beside you because your hand felt so soft touching his, and you never let go of his hand. after a while, you got used to his skin temperature. cold, but soft.

you pass by your neighbor's house and the owner greeted you. being your usual self, you gleefully greeted back with a wave of your hand.

"I'm here with a friend today," you tug seonghwa to show off to the old lady, but she had a concerned look instead of the expression you hoped for. was she not happy with the new friend?

"oh uh dear, i bet your friend must be as lovely as you are, i hope…. you go get along now," she mutters out the words carefully in a sentence. hoping she doesn't hurt your feelings.

you continued your journey with seonghwa and truthfully, you felt a bit sad that the lady didn't greet seonghwa too. does she not see him?

"no one can see me accept you," you turned your head over him surprised with his sudden response. can he read minds?

"well, let's say, magically, i do can read your mind, but just yours," he chuckles and you felt your heart flutters upon hearing him.

"so you are an angel!" you stopped in your tracks and tugs on his arm.

"not so, well, sort of, actually I'm a…uh…I'm…" he tongue refuses to mutter out the words as he saw the way your eyes sparkles in adoration and hope at him. he didn't have the heart to say the truth when you're like this. but you kept the smile on your face, waiting for his full response.

"yea, i am what you call that," he sighs.

"angel hwa!" you finally release his hand and you skipped your way back home. you've never felt so happier to eventually got a friend, an angel at that. that's what you thought he was.

seonghwa on the other hand, his lips formed into a small smile on his face, his eyes admiring you from behind. she looks so adorable. what the actual fuck? he slaps his own face, realizing his own actions.

you made yourself dinner and even made extra for seonghwa. he doesn't have to eat, but seeing your efforts in the cooking, he force the whole dish down his throat. he sat beside you and prop his chin with the palm of his hand while he admires you enjoying your meal. he likes the way you would squirm in joy and praise the food in every bite.

so cute. what the hell seonghwa?! he snaps himself out and clears up his throat. then tells you to clean yourself up for bed. you happily obliged to his orders with a happy stomach.

once you made yourself in bed, seonghwa tells you to sleep, but you only whine back at him as you were not that sleepy yet. seonghwa sighs and sits down beside you on the bed, he leans his back to the headboard.

"sleep now or you'll be cranky next morning," he pulls the blanket over your chest, tucking you in.

"but i don't get cranky," you whine again with a pout. seonghwa's lips betrays him once again with another smile and he caresses your head gently. yea, a pure soul like yours would never be in that state. a pure soul. SOUL!

seonghwa's eyes widen and found himself in a daze again and snaps out of it quickly. your eyes never left seonghwa's beautiful face. you want to admire it your whole life. you finally felt the drowsiness crept in when you yawned.

"will i see you again next morning, hwa?" you ask him with lidded tired eyes.

seonghwa hesitated at first. should he tell the truth or should he kept on lying? he bit his lip, before responding to you.

"yes, you will. that is if you close your eyes now sweetheart," you scrunch you nose when he boops it.

you felt so safe with him. you held hope in his promise. eager in wanting to see him first thing in the morning, and you force yourself to sleep.

seonghwa waited for you to finally drift off when your breathing fell consistent and your mind at peace. he stood up carefully from the bed, staring down at your whole body. he lets out a long sigh before he brings out the scythe he had kept hidden from your vision.

he needs to take your soul now. he was supposed to do that when he first met you, but he delayed. you were the first person to like him, to admire his beauty, the first human being to actually hugged him. hug. who knew a human would hug a grim reaper that was bout to take its soul away.

seonghwa grips the scythe's holder tighter. hesitate clouds his head. take her soul now seonghwa! he hovers the weapon above your body but his movements faltered when his eyes lands on your face, snoring quietly with a smile. must be having a nice dream.

FUCKING HELL SEONGHWA! he caught himself off guard and threw his scythe away as it disappeared again, back to its safe place. he walks away from you and runs his hand through his hair. frustration. confusion. denial.

he sits down on a chair that was facing you from a far. he decides to calm himself down and maybe wait a just little bit longer, then he'll take your soul. the night went on in silence as he stayed there admiring you from a far.

through the dark sky, from the same window he first laid eyes on you, dark smoke clouds behind it and slips through into the bedroom through a little gap. the smoke then swirls around the end of your bed and it thickens to form two new identical entities.

"fucking hell, look at her san!" said the first dark little figure with horns to the other one that looks just the same just a tad bit bigger.

you twist in your sleep that results in the blanket to be pushes aside, revealing your bare calves.

"wooyoung! she looks so scrumptious, don't you think?" the other one hovered over your body and points out at your exposed plump skin.

"i want to sink my teeth in and savor her…" the one named wooyoung reached out his hands and bare its teeth to you while his other companion, san, was already drooling to the thought.

"don't you two dare touch her, demons." a thundering growl elicits by the grim reaper from the darkness in the corner of the bedroom.

the two little demons shrieked and hugged each other as they were surprised by the sudden interruption of their nice meal.

"damn, seonghwa! calm down will ya. you're always cranky all the time, try smiling for once," wooyoung pulled away from san first and walks over to seonghwa but he only made a few steps before he halted as seonghwa gave him an intense glare.

"I'm a reaper, why should i be smiling you filthy thing. why do you two chose her to disturb tonight either way?" seonghwa stood beside your bed as to protect you from the harm of the two demons.

"well actually we're not here for her, we're here for you. she's just so beautiful we kinda got distracted," san was the one tho explained while wooyoung nodded, agreeing with him. seonghwa only gave a glaring look just for the same demon to further elaborate.

"her soul was supposed to collected, but in the list, its still hasn't, so we we're tasked to go check it out as it was your responsibility, seonghwa," a tight frown forms on the reaper's face. he knew this would happen. he sighs in annoyance before giving his reason.

"give me some time, i promise I'll give it soon. now go back to hell you two!" seonghwa shoos them away but they were whining not wanting to leave and stay with you.

"get the fuck out!" seonghwa opens wide the window before shoving the two outside and closes it back shut and pulls down the curtain.

he heard a soft sound from behind him, you were twisting and turning in your sleep, muttering incoherent words. he steps closer to you and heard you calling out for him, but your eyes were still shut. he lays himself down beside you and pulls you into his arms.

i shall never let anything taint your little innocent soul.

"hwa…" you mumble out his name and he shushes you back to sleep.

"I'm here, you're hwa is here."

your body felt his presence and snuggles into his chest. seonghwa pulls you in tighter and lets you rest under his protection for the entire night.

you felt bright light beaming onto your face and you were woken up by the sun shining from your window. your stretch out your limbs with a soft grunt. you felt sudden adrenaline that morning, it was the most peaceful sleep you've ever had and you wanted to tell seonghwa. you need see seonghwa. you looked all over your room, but no one was there.

"seonghwa?" you heart sinks when there was no response. did he left? but he promised…

"seonghwa!" you voice in a higher octave but cracked as you were on edge of bawling your eyes out.

"my dear, i was out to fetch some food for you," his voice erupted from the opening of the door. you jumped out of bed and ran towards him. he held the tray of a full meal higher in the air so it doesn't bump you when you abruptly wrap your arms around him.

"i thought you left,"

"well, i didn't, now sit down and eat your food, human," you happily made your way to a small table as seonghwa puts down the tray and lets you gobble them all up.

you were hugging in bed and you rest the side of your head to his chest, and you hum curiously as you let your hand wander around his chest.

"i don't have a heart sweetie," he said

"well, i do," you exclaimed and took his frail hand and place it firmly on your chest. he gasped quietly as he feels your heartbeat. the soft thumping felt so surreal to his hands. it felt so soft and beautiful. and he wanted to keep on feeling and hearing this heartbeat forever. to cherish it everyday of his immortal lifetime.

realization of his true demeanor made him snap out of the trance you put him in. he realized he should've end that beating heart of yours, not admire it.

he pushes you away from him. though, his actions never made you think negatively. you giddily grab him back and snuggles back on his chest. seonghwa was easily defeated by your innocence and he lets you get comfortable with him again. another day of spending more time you, and ignoring his true intentions.

days after days, you two spent a lot of time together, actually, the whole time. from morning to night, from dusk till dawn, from midnight to midday. every hour, every minute, every second. you enjoyed his company very much and he was getting more comfortable with you and protected you at all times behind your back without you knowing.

seonghwa sat on your bed with his legs crossed and back leans against the headboard as he listens attentively to your little rambling of the book you're currently reading.

"…and then the queen took in her late husband's mistress into becoming her new slave and they got married in the end! yayyy happily ever after to them!" you throw your hands both up in the air joyfully.

"you're so adorable, come here," seonghwa chuckles and you made your way to him before he pulls you down to sit on his lap.

the longer he stayed with you, you became very familiar of his bold and alluring scent. he smells so rich and seductive. the burst of sweet and spicy, like of coffees and vanillas which gives off a warm and also intoxicating aura.

seonghwa wraps your smaller body with his arms. you snuggle into his embrace as you leaned your back against his chest. his fingers trace undefinable patterns on the skin of your arms. you elicits soft giggle as it tickles you a bit. hearing your soft sounds, also made seonghwa giggles along with you. it tugs the heartstrings of his non existing heart.

you love little moments like this with him.

but luck was not on your side that day. the same smoke that almost haunt you in your sleep came back. though this time, it was only the the demon named wooyoung that appeared.

"yo seonghwa, its been three months. what took you so long to take…her…soul??" you gasp when you laid eyes on the horned devil. seonghwa quickly covered your eyes with his hands and you felt his chest vibrates as he growls.

"FUCKING HELL!! are you hugging…wait…why are you…no wait…have you lost your…wait WAIT…WHAT ARE EVEN YOU DOING PARK SEONGHWA?!!" the little menace widens his eyes. hands pulling the long strands of his hair. shouting. screaming. panicking. shocked? no, he was far more than that. he almost exploded with the sight in front of him.

you tried to release his hand as you wanted to have your visions back but his grip to your face became tighter.

"please leave…" you heard him sigh.

"please? did you just said please? damn, a reaper begging and said the 'P' word to a lowlife like me? that's a first. what have you become…"

"I SAID LEAVE!" the demon quickly disappeared right before the blade of seonghwa's scythe could touch him when he swung it.

the room fell in utter silence when seonghwa retracts his hand back. you looked down to your hands instead of looking to the man behind you.

"I'm sorry, i should've told the truth. that I'm-"

"a grim reaper,"

you felt seonghwa's body getting tense after hearing those words coming out from your mouth. you turned around and held his face in the palm of your hands.

"i already knew from the first time you came into my room,"

"huhh how? then…why did you-"

"you reek death, hwa," your chuckles made him giggle. let's savor this last smile of him before the last breath.

sorrow fills seonghwa's eyes. you couldn't help but feel bad for him. he pulls you closer to his chest, his face on the side of your neck, his hands placed themselves on your back, pushing you as close as he can to you. chest to chest. he felt every beat of your heart. remember and loving every thump. you wrap your arms around his neck and brush along his silky black hair.

"I'm really sorry…i should've done it sooner…i should not have grown attached to you…i-" you shush him and heard little sobs from the side of your ear.

he pulls you away and his hand cups the side of your cheek as his thumb rubs along your cheekbones. he pulls your face closer to his and place his lips onto yours. for an angel of death, his lips were soft and it tasted so sweet.

"forgive me, my little soul," he pulls away from you as his other hand grips the handle of his scythe behind you till it could almost snap in two.

"seonghwa." you trace your fingers across seonghwa's beautiful dark teary eyes for the last time.

you flash him a soft smile and gave him a last kiss on his lips. a tear rolled down seonghwa's face as he felt your last breath on his face and your body fell limp in his hold. he choked on his sobs when he no longer feel your lovely beating heart.

for a grim reaper who has no soul, he felt his non-existent heart shatter to a million pieces.

she finally said my name.

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[bonny-kookoo]

Bonny do you perhaps have any more thoughts about Yoongi and the little Fairy? It's such a cute story!

*cough* (perhaps some nsfw ideas cause you're just so good at writing thise type of ideas) *cough*

Hmmmmmm....

Its interesting how his perception of you has been going through stages, ever since you both entered a relationship.

At first, he wasn't sure about you. You seemed too innocent, head high in the clouds as if you've never witnessed any wrongdoings in your life whatsoever. He couldn't figure it out in the beginning, ans he has to admiy- he was worried for a bit. Someone as stoic and stern as him, someone so.. difficult, might not be good company to you.

Then, you both got closer. The scandal happened, the photos got around, and suddenly, you were both in a relationship, out of nowhere. His view began to shift, he started to see you as someone simply soft and gentle. You weren't naive at all, but you just love being loved- and you love giving out love as well. You like to treat others how you'd like to be treated yourself.

And now, that the dust has settled and the rush has slowed, he begins to see you in a whole new light once again.

You've started pretty much staying over more and more often, becoming comfortable with both the layout of his house, and his presence in it and around you at all times. It lead to you now walking around in just a towel, feet bare as you move into his room where he's sat at a table going over some lyrics he's recently written.

You're offering two letters, but his eyes can't help but stick to your neck and bare shoulders, water still occasionally dripping from the ends of your hair while his own pushes his back for a moment- potentially to occupy his hand to not reach out to you instead.

And then you dare to lean towards him to try and catch his gaze, and action that was supposed to be playful- but the way his eyes snap up at you with clear intent makes it obvious that he's thinking about less than innocent thoughts.

And you're not sure what it is- but you feel bold, especially these days after spending more and more time with him. So you move to sit on his lap, legs over his as the towel unravels- but you're not shy. He's got a way with words and offering them in a way that convinces you of their honesty. And these past few days, you've never felt so.. loved.

Wanted.

So when his hands move over your skin, you're not nervous- but rather excited, especially when he leans in to kiss your shimmering skin. He can tell that you're comfortable, and the fact alone fuels his confidence. He admits that he's developed feelings for you that are definite love- but also desire.

"Yoongi?" You giggle a little as he nips at your neck, and the sound of your voice makes him smile. "Yoongi!" You laugh now, his hands pushing your bare body closer by your backside.

"I love how you say my name." He purrs towards you, intoxicated by your scent.

"How do I say it?" You wonder, arms on his shoulders as you let him enjoy his time with you this close.

"Hm.." he thinks out loud. "..I don't know. It's unique to you." He simply says, leaning back in his chair to have you slip a little- taking the chance to grind on his very obvious desire.

Its then that he moves to wipe down the side of his table, papers and stationary clattering to the floor as he sits you down there instead, kisses heated. He doesn't care about the mess right now- all he cares about is what kind of a mess he can make out of you.

And a mess out of you he makes- with his face between your legs first, preparing you for what's to come before he moves on to the main course, bodies never parting as he indulges himself in simple desire, finally finding what he's been searching for all along;

His one, true, love.

[rose24207]

Hi, could I request a Fred Weasley x reader where she's pregnant and she plans on telling him on new years eve and then he takes care of her throughout the pregnancy?

New year, new chapter

Summary: Fred’s New Year transforms into a celebration of love, family, and new beginnings as he learns he’s about to become a father.

Genre: fluff

TW: None!

A/N: so cute!! English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist

New Year’s Eve was bustling at The Burrow, as it always was. Molly had outdone herself with the decorations, and the house was filled with laughter, chatter, and the faint sound of fireworks popping off in the distance.

Fred was in his element, cracking jokes and charming everyone as usual, while you lingered by the kitchen with a secret you couldn’t wait to share.

You ran a hand over your belly—still flat, but harboring the biggest change your life had ever known. A baby. You were going to have a baby with Fred Weasley.

The thought had thrilled and terrified you in equal measure since you saw the two bright lines on the test three weeks ago. You knew Fred would be ecstatic, but the timing wasn’t perfect—his joke shop was thriving but also demanding all his energy.

Still, he was your Fred, your partner in everything. If there was anyone who could take this news with a grin and a plan, it was him.

You glanced over at him across the room. His fiery red hair practically glowed in the firelight as he animatedly retold a story to Ginny and George. The way his eyes sparkled when he laughed made your heart squeeze.

Yes, Fred was going to be the most wonderful dad.

Molly interrupted your thoughts, handing you a glass of sparkling cider. "I thought you’d like this instead of champagne, dear," she said with a knowing look.

You froze, the color draining from your face. "Oh, uh—"

"Don’t worry," Molly whispered, her eyes twinkling. "I won’t say a word. But you might want to tell Fred soon. He’s got a good head on his shoulders, but even he might need a nudge to figure it out."

"Thank you," you murmured, clutching the glass like a lifeline. Molly winked before bustling off, leaving you with your rapidly beating heart.

It was nearly midnight now, and you couldn’t wait any longer. The moment had to be perfect. You set your glass down and made your way toward Fred, weaving through the crowd of family and friends.

He spotted you before you reached him, his grin widening. "There’s my favorite person!" he exclaimed, pulling you into his arms. "Where’ve you been hiding, love? George and I were just debating whether or not you’ve run off to avoid our brilliant storytelling."

You laughed, leaning into him. "Never. I just needed a moment to think."

"Think? On New Year’s Eve? Dangerous business," Fred teased, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Come on, it’s almost midnight. Let’s go find a spot for the countdown."

He led you outside into the crisp winter air, where the Weasley family had gathered under the stars. The countdown began—ten, nine, eight—and you clutched Fred’s hand tightly, your heart racing.

Three, two, one—cheers erupted, fireworks burst overhead, and Fred turned to you with a mischievous grin. "Happy New Year, love," he said, leaning in for a kiss.

You kissed him back, soft and sweet, before pulling away just enough to whisper, "Fred, I have something to tell you."

His brows furrowed slightly, but his smile didn’t waver. "What is it?"

"I’m pregnant."

For a moment, Fred just stared at you, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open. You felt a flicker of panic—had you misjudged this? But then, a slow, radiant grin spread across his face, and he let out a breathless laugh.

"You’re serious?" he asked, his voice a mix of awe and disbelief.

You nodded, tears pricking your eyes. "I found out a few weeks ago. I wanted to tell you sooner, but I thought tonight would be perfect."

Fred let out a whoop of joy, spinning you around despite your protests about dizziness. "You’re having my baby? Bloody hell, Y/N, this is the best New Year’s gift I could’ve ever asked for!"

"Fred, put me down!" you laughed, swatting at his shoulder.

"Sorry, sorry," he said, setting you back on your feet but keeping his hands on your waist. His expression softened, his voice dropping to a tender murmur. "I can’t believe it. We’re going to be parents."

You nodded, tears spilling over now. "We are."

Fred cupped your face, brushing away your tears with his thumbs. "I love you so much, Y/N. And I promise, I’ll take care of you—both of you."

The commotion caught the attention of the rest of the family, who quickly swarmed around you.

"What’s all this shouting about?" George asked, looking between you and Fred.

Fred puffed out his chest, his grin as wide as you’d ever seen it. "I’m going to be a dad! Y/N and I are having a baby!"

A collective gasp of delight swept through the group, followed by a cacophony of cheers and congratulations. Molly burst into tears, pulling you into a tight hug.

"Oh, my dear, I’m so happy for you!" she cried.

Arthur clapped Fred on the back, beaming. "Well done, son. This is wonderful news."

"Freddie’s going to be a dad, huh?" George said, his grin nearly as big as his twin’s. He grabbed Fred in a mock chokehold. "Does this mean I get to teach the kid all the stuff that’ll drive you mad?"

"Oi, hands off the dad-to-be," Fred retorted, laughing. "And no, I’ll handle that myself. You can be the boring uncle who reminds them to do their homework."

"Fat chance of that," George shot back, pulling you into a warm hug. "Seriously, though, congratulations, Y/N. And you, Freddie. You’re going to be a great dad."

Even Ginny, who usually preferred to stay out of the chaos, hugged you tightly. "You’re going to be amazing, Y/N. And Fred—well, he’ll have his moments, I’m sure."

Fred was too busy basking in the glow of his family’s excitement to notice the jab. He held your hand tightly, grinning from ear to ear as he declared, "Best New Year’s ever. Just wait until next year—there’ll be three of us celebrating."

Thank you for reading!

[ourlittleuluru]

In summary, this memory was pretty good! It was so... SO MUCH. It immediately fried my brain half way through /@A@;;;;; It was insane. This memory (and the Unreturned Traveller) both left little to no room for any sort of imagination (,,>﹏<,,)

I may have some reservations about certain things with like pacing and such, but I get what they're going for (though at the same time I can't help but feel like they're also doing this spicy banner and heavy leaning on Xavier's jealous tendency in response to much of the vocal fandom really wanting it)

I won't say I love this card as much as the others but I see the appeal and still appreciate it~ I do still love the little moments in the cards and I'll put my trust with the writers still! (writers who are also fanfic authors, seriously... the wording they used during the kindled part just screams fanfic to me! ��)

(ヘ･_･)ヘ┳━┳ into the Read-more it goes as usual! Fair warning. Long post is LONG (as per usual but at least it's not like branch story long lmao)

All in all this memory reaaaaally highlights a lot of Xavier's flaws, in a good way!

On one hand (i'm pretty sure this happened after 21 Days) now that Xavier has worked on expressing himself more with MC, he's letting the side that he's kept under wraps, out. This resulted with the Xavier we see in this memory. The insecurity, afraid that he'll lose MC-not because she'll die-but just losing out on any sort of time with her (maybe because he's also running on limited time???? angst potential????!), and his little more childish tendency to feel jealous.

He's just so baby 😭🥺 but also Xavier! You'll be okay! MC isn't going anywhere!!

For the first half of the date, I felt like there was some... unanswered questions? Maybe it's for us to figure it out. But I also felt that it was feeling a liiiiittle bit rushed?

Pretty much it seems the starting trigger for Xavier's jealousy began right in the first 3 minutes. Honestly felt that it could've been expanded on a little more, showcasing how it feels like MC would be snatched away from him 🤔 But since I'm sure there's a count to how long the dates should be, I guess they opted for this instead ｢( • ﾍ •) Which also still makes sense enough. But also just reminds me of the Tender Moment - Winter's Sun, where MC needs to go to a networking event and he's such a huge baby about it 😂

I think it's more than a little, MC X'DDD

This part though 🥺 The fact MC has given him access to their own place. And yet Xavier is still so proper about it. Such a gentleman uwu

MC had full faith and trust in Xavier. And Xavier, aware of it, but still would seek consent first. To which, after he has MC's consent, Xavier instead will make sure that MC knows it's him first. The care and thought in this 😭😭😭💖

HE'S LITERALLY PLAYING OUT THAT MEME I CAN'T EVEN 🤣

"You're the most jealous man I know" " You know other men?"

Ngl seeing this written where there's storm or dark clouds above Xavier's head is just funny because that's literally the vision 🤣 he's such an open book when it comes to MC

Him just wanting to hold onto MC at every opportunity even when people are around (/ω＼)

First time meeting Charlie and Xavier was still polite enough... the 2nd time tho... 😂

Poor Charlie! Of all people he first meet, it had to be Xavier and inciting his jealous streak X'D and he's oblivious to it... goodness

The way MC be pushing his buttons to figure out her suspicions on his mood tho 😭 and then the way Xavier literally be pouting in his voice when he says if there's other neighbours in the future that'll do things with her is just... BABY 🥺

Xavier essentially just be slowly putting his walls down, being more indulgent in showing his feelings. And the way he asks MC to see if they are okay with it 🥺

He's just seeking out for MC's reassurance at this point

How many times has some sort of sweet fruit been mentioned whenever it's them getting intimate >w< But this guy just casually leaving MC hanging on the edge.... wow 👀 he definitely knows what he's doing

Same MC... Same... u-u

Honestly, yes 🤣 Like sir, you have centuries and loved reading and also has shown to know so much. A bit difficult to assume you HADN'T ALREADY heard of it before

But the lines right after that just had me like 🥺 Imagine the times he just sat there alone, gazing. Thinking about the things that had passed. About how uneventful or how his life lacked some sort of anchor. His only reason for continuing his days is finding a way to deal with Philos's core and bringing the Backtrackers home. Or maybe to go to Uluru... stuff like that

Ngl... this line from MC had me be like ??????? cuz it made no sense to me;;; Not sure if it's just me not getting it lol.

But I went to look up the CN version and it's (very, very roughly) more along the lines of "If there's no fire, nothing would explode even with a fuse".

Interestingly enough, Xavier seems to avoid answering it? It also happened later, when MC tried to understand Xavier's change. I wonder why he avoided it. out of ego? inability to admit it because it'll be embarrassing? he doesn't know how to put it in words?

Anyways

The fact they be having such a sweet intimate moment and Mr neighbour Charlie came busting in. The face Xavier has. He couldn't even contain his emotions 🤣 thankfully he didn't need to run for his life.

Xavier really be staring him down at the side there 🤣🤣🤣 And Xavier just... 😭 I can't even with this baby. Charlie please read the room there if you know what's good for you...!

The way he just casually lies about this like....! Xavier please 🤣 One can tell he's trying to find a way to subtly tell Charlie to leave them alone I guess but you can tell he's also just letting his temper get the better of him and it came out this way

Okay this part of the whole date was like one of the biggest point to me :C

The way he has worded "do you want me to go back to how I was before?" was very much in a way referencing to one of their things about "every version of them". And the way that line was worded also reeked of Xavier's uncertainty. He was worried there. Was it too much? Is it going to end up driving MC away from him? MC of course did their best to try and ease his worry. It wasn't so much MC wanting Xavier to be how he was before but they just want to understand him more.

And the way Xavier just turns around and proceeds to take it out on the tree instead 😭😭😭😭 Xavier the tree is innocent...! That aside, he's definitely struggling to figure his own feelings out but that childish temper just pretty much got into his head so much that he couldn't keep his usual more level-headedness.

Also MC, did you really HAVE to kick him on his ass just to get his attention? 🤣 Man's angy enough and that definitely cranked his angy up to a 110

The way Xavier nuzzles saying he doesn't know (what else to suggest to help him calm down) was 🥺 he was needy and desperate at that point and he really didn't know how to deal with his emotion like... UGH muh heart

And MC THE INSTIGATOR...! The real freak fr 🤣😭 setting him off to go down the spicy route 😏 of course he's gonna respond in kind

MC gripping and stroking his chin like this 😩

and now that he knows he's allow to... man... MC just unleashed his desire

Him just smirking the rest of the way through.... asdfghjkl

LIKE HELP PLEASE (⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)

The insane animation and voice acting for these round of cards was.... inasne... even the EN side has upped their game!

The kindled wasn't too long but boy did it show SO MUCH. AND THE SPICINESS WASN'T JUST IN THE KINDLED LIKE ASDFGHJKL

IT WENT BEYOND

And so much longer than I ever thought. Like after a short fade to black was the usual, so I was expecting that but OH NO NOT THIS TIME LIKE... WRITERS PLEASE ( //>///<//) MY SANITY WAS NOT ABLE TO TANK THAT

the devs making full use of their blended animation state machine with the spicy after-kindled scenario was insane. It's like on a whole new level of expressing their emotion. And the sweat...?! THE SWEAT! the heavy breathing too like... (๑/////๑ " )

You can't tell me this isn't totally a line used so much in fanfics LMAO

🥺 This. When he said "Don't go..." also screamed to me that he was afraid. He still was. The fleeting moments his has with MC, he was scared it'll just disappear

🥺🥺😭😭😭

ASDFGHJKL when this part came up I had to freak the heck out 🤣 jumpscared fr

JUST HOW MUCH WERE THEY GOING AT IT FOR?! 😭 like rabbits??

And him admitting that he's afraid, although indirectly (also sir, you're not answering the question again T^T)

And the way MC says "I know" here. It says so much about how they understand each other more than themselves at this point like 😭

MC reassuring Xavier after this as well, to make sure he understands and knows that he's not alone, and he won't be 🥺

I... what do I even say about this இ௰இ I'm sure there's something to say but brain not braining

And the return of their little domestic moments uwu💖

This had me cackling 🤣 One can never be too careful when Xavier's in the kitchen

And more little things to signify them as a pair. Filling their homes with pieces of each other

And Xavier putting the words he couldn't say into a card like... 😭💖

Him being surprised at himself for how much feelings he has held and how much more there still is. And despite all that he makes sure to ask MC if they'd be okay with it. Xavier always checking in on MC is just precious. 🥺 ensuring they're both on the same page. Be it about work, about the progress of their relationship. It's always about that. Being together and in the same step.

I previously had some reservations about how this memory was resolved but looking back at it again, Xavier's trying to show it in his own way and MC understood and also responded in a way that it's on the same page as him. Alongside with a small little banter to end it uwu

I can't wait to see how their relationship develops further. If and when Xavier grows to be more secure and knowing that MC won't leave him. I can imagine him being a lot more of a menace than he already is. Even if he gets a little jealous, he won't be insecure about it anymore and just kinda does his lil pouty baby act on purpose. That kind of thing! This might just be my own preference speaking but... yea •ᴗ•

[multiversefanfics]

That's My Girl

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Warnings: MINORS DNI!!!! Smut, rough unprotected sex, praise kink, spanking, then fluff Summary: Steve was stressed, you were there looking gorgeous he asked, and you said yes. A/N: This one is short mainly because I wanted to post it.

Normally Steve was a little shy when it came to talking about sexual things, he always felt embarrassed bringing it up to you because he didn’t think you would care or even help him. Steve would hint that he was sexually frustrated, and you caught on every time, but you wanted him to be a man and tell you what he wanted instead of beating around the bush with it. So, until he gets the balls to say something you started to tease him a little, walking around the compound where you knew he’d be, in skimpy clothing, bending over in front of him, “accidentally” brushing passed him when the space is tight, things like that.

Steve would never actually come out and say that he wanted to fuck you, and you so desperately wanted him to fuck you. Today, you decided to have some fun, so you put on the shortest shorts you had and one of Steve’s t-shirts, you knew he would be in the gym at a specific time and you used that to your advantage, you walked in and saw Steve running on the treadmill, you decided to get on the one right next to him and started jogging beside him, you saw him look over, his eyes trailed down your body then back in front of him so he wouldn’t trip “Is that my shirt?” You smiled and nodded “It’s what I wore to bed, I figured instead of changing just come down and work out.”

The two of you worked out together for another 2 hours, you also flirted and teased him as much as you could without being too obvious. You were walking back to your room when you passed Steve’s room, you weren’t one to eavesdrop, but you heard your name and couldn’t help but stop and listen “Bucky she’s so gorgeous, but at the same time I want to shove her against the wall and fuck her silly.” You heard Bucky chuckle “Language, Steve.”

You rolled your eyes and continued to your room, you took a shower and got into your PJs, your normal PJs, you didn't really feel like teasing Steve after hearing that, you walked downstairs and into the kitchen to get a snack, you weren't paying attention and ran into a shirtless Steve, you looked into his eyes "Oh, I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention." You tried your best to keep your eyes met with his, but his chest was so chiseled you couldn't keep your eyes from wandering "Y/N, you, okay?" You blinked a few times and looked down

"Yeah, just came for a snack." He smirked down at you and stepped aside "Whatcha in the mood for?" You continued into the kitchen and looked through the cabinets "I'm not sure, just browsing." You heard footsteps getting closer to you "I know what I'm in the mood for." Steve was now behind you, his chest pressed against your back, you stood there frozen against the counter. What has gotten into him, was he finally getting revenge on you for all the teasing you've done over the past couple of weeks, was he actually into you.

You felt his breath on the back of your neck, next to your ear "I'm in the mood for you." He gently kissed behind your ear, his hands found their way to your butt and gave it a little squeeze, a small moan escaped your lips, and you titled your head back "Sorry sweetness, you're gonna have to wait for it." He kissed your neck and backed away from you, walking up the stairs. You stood there frozen. “If that’s how he wants to play it, let the games begin.”

It was now the next day. You and Bucky met in the gym for your daily workout session. "So, you and Steve huh?" You looked over and raised an eyebrow "What do you mean?" Bucky chuckled and rolled his eyes "Don't play dumb, I see the way you two interact." It was your turn to roll your eyes “It’s all just a game, I know Steve won’t actually do anything I’m just having a bit of fun.” You shrugged and continued to work out “Well.” Bucky strolled up behind you, leaning down so his mouth was right next to your ear “A little birdie told me, he wants to fuck you silly.”

You froze, rolled your eyes, and moved away from Bucky. "You're delusional. We're just friends." Bucky chuckled and walked back over to the punching bag. "Believe what you want, Doll." You stood there, your mind racing. Did Steve actually like you? Or did he just want to have sex with you? What did you want? Did you want a relationship or sex? You couldn't concentrate on anything; you often thought about how Steve was in bed, but you always shook the thoughts considering you two were best friends.

Later that night, your mind was still racing you are a gorgeous girl who wouldn't want to be with you whether romantically or sexually. You preferred romantically; you didn't like being used, truthfully the more you thought about it the angrier you got because it seemed as though Steve was just going to use you, you ignored the thoughts and decided it was time to talk to Steve.

You wrapped your robe around your body and walked to Steve's room you weren't trying to tease him it was just what you had on at the time. You knocked on his door and stood there patiently waiting for him to answer, the door opened to reveal a shirtless Steve "Y/N, you okay?" You nodded "I wanna talk." Steve moves to the side allowing you to fully enter his room you sit down on the edge of his bed, he sat down beside you.

"Steve." You sighed "Bucky told me something and I need to know if it's true or not." You heard Steve gulp; you looked over at him "It's true." You felt Steve's hand trace circles on your lower back, he leaned down leaving soft kisses on your shoulder and guiding them up your neck to your ear "I know you want to fuck me too." His whisper sent a shiver down your spine

"Steve.." Your voice came out almost as a moan "Tell me to stop and I will." He slowly dragged his tongue down your neck to your collarbone softly sucking on that spot, you leaned your head back. Steve removes your robe, and slowly lowers you back on the bed, leaving slow soft kisses down the front of your body. "Please don't stop." Every kiss became hungrier and hungrier as he got closer to your legs. You felt him stop and sit up. "Are you sure you want to continue?" You nodded, biting your lip a bit "Words, Princess."

You struggled to find your voice but if you wanted him to continue you had to say something "Yes please" He smirked as you watched his face disappear between your legs, he hooked his fingers onto your underwear and pulled them to the side, he paused for a moment, and sat back admiring all that you had to offer "You're my pretty girl." You blushed and watched his face disappear once more, this time his lips attached themselves to your already throbbing clit.

You gasped, gripping the sheets, you tried not to let your moans come out but the way he moved his tongue against your clit sent you into a frenzy "P-please Steve, don't stop" Just as you were about to cum, he pulled back you whined and looked at Steve. He stood up unbuckling his pants, you sat up helping him take off his pants and boxers, your mouth hung open as his dick bounced back from his waistband, you didn't expect him to be that long and thick.

You looked up at Steve who was already staring down at you "You okay, love?" You responded by taking as much of his length as you could, you used your hand to stroke what you couldn't fit in your mouth. Hearing Steve moan and groan gave you the confidence to do better, as you pulled back you swirled your tongue on his tip causing him to moan profanities and grip your hair, he helped you bob your head causing you to gag a little.

Steve loved that sound, and he wanted nothing more than to unload in your mouth but that's not where he wanted to cum, he pulled your head back and up to his face to kiss you, his kiss was hungry and ravenous. The two of you moaned against each other's lips when all of a sudden you heard something ripping, Steve ripped your underwear off, Bucky wasn't lying when he said Steve wanted to fuck you silly.

Steve softly pushed you on the bed towering over you. "You owe me new underwear" You pouted staring up at him "When you're around me, you shouldn't be wearing underwear." You nodded, I mean he was right, why wear them when they're just going to come off and who has the money to keep buying underwear that he rips off.

Steve aligns himself with you rubbing his tip against your clit, you tried to close your legs, but he pushes your legs apart and slides his dick in, just the tip at first to give you a chance to adjust to his size, once you relaxed, he pushed the rest of himself in you "That's my good girl, taking daddy's dick so well." Hearing him call himself daddy unlocked something you didn't know existed. You tightened around his dick as he pumped in and out repeatedly, he groaned your name pushing through your tightness

You wanted to do more than just lay there and let him do all the work, you asked to switch positions which he was all for it. He flipped you over so you're on all fours, ass in the air, back arched. Steve reentered and for some reason, it felt so much better in this position than the first, Steve was hitting all the important spots, and just then Steve raised his hand and slapped your ass as hard as he could without hurting you, you felt his dick twitch inside you, and he paused. You repositioned yourself and started bouncing on his dick.

You knew he was about to cum, and you wanted to be the sole reason why he came, you began to lose your form, and he placed his hand on your spine "Arch that back for me, baby." You did as you were told and arched your back and continued to bounce as he gripped and smacked your ass "Fuck, Y/N you feel so good." You felt his dick twitch once more and soon you felt the warm liquid shoot from him filling you up completely, he stayed inside of you for a bit before collapsing beside you breathless.

"That was amazing." You looked over at him wiping the sweat from his forehead, he realized that you were dripping and went to the bathroom and got a warm damp washcloth and came back to wipe you down. You always dreamed someone would wipe you down after sex, it’s never happened until now and you loved every second of it. As he was cleaning you off he couldn’t help but admire your body once again.

He could go for a round 2 but he could tell you were very overstimulated and respected what your body was going through, he smiled and looked up at you “I’m so proud of you, babygirl” hearing those words made your cheeks heat up, he tossed the washcloth in the hamper and climbed into bed next you, pulling you close. The warmth of his body felt so good that you didn’t even realize you fell asleep, Steve held you, rubbed your back and placed soft kisses on your forehead. This was more than just sex for him although he slutted you out, you could tell he truly loved and cared for you.

A/N: i hope you like it, this has been in the drafts since august ‘23 again i am not good at smut at all but im trying😂 if you want to be tag in any future fics, fill out this form or message me or comment what you want to be tagged in

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[backseatsoldier]

"Broken", Not Stupid - 9

Pairing: alpha!Simon "Ghost" Riley x unsual omega!CO (13)

CW: Omegaverse; cult-like situation; dehumanization; selling children to cults

Author's Note: Check out 13's new ask blog! @ask13-cod and I do apologize if this part is rough, I promise I'm trying c':

Something soft and warm nuzzles against my cheek. It tickles so I srunch my nose and open my eyes.

Bright blue feline eyes stare back at me and I blink slowly.

Where am I? Salvation doesn't allow pets...

The cat, black fur shiny and smooth, nudges its nose against my cheek. It meows loudly and paws lightly at my shoulder.

"Selene, hush. She's trying to rest," a vaguely familiar voice calls quietly from beyond the cat.

Selene.

Simon and Selene.

Once I recognize Selene and Simon's voice I sit up and look around. The smell of bacon drifts towards me and my eyes drop back to Selene.

"Good morning," I greet her gently and scratch sleepily under her chin.

Simon appears in my doorway and sighs softly when he sees me sitting up.

"Did she wake you up? I'm sorry. She's been pawing at and meowing at you for the past twenty minutes. I tried to lock her out of the room but she nearly bit me over it," he huffs and sends Selene a half-hearted glare.

"It's alright, I don't mind," I assure him groggily. "What time is it? Did I sleep too late?"

"What do you mean 'too late'? It's barely 8 in the morning."

His eyes suggest he's confused but I begin dragging myself out of the bed-

No. No this is my nest.

The events of yesterday and last night finally return to my exhausted mind and my eyes widen.

"I don't... have to be up at a certain time every day anymore," I whisper as a smile pulls across my face.

"Well, not really, no. Are you alright, 13?" Simon shifts in my doorway, like he's uncomfortable.

I stand and stretch my arms over my head, still smiling.

"I can't remember the last time I slept like that," I say after a yawn and lower my hands to pet Selene. "I feel great! Are you cooking? I thought I smelled bacon."

Simon nods slowly and steps toward the direction of the kitchen.

"Yeah. Figured I'd make breakfast. Try to make you feel more comfortable," he mumbles as I step past him.

He's studying me closely as I make my way into the kitchen and snag a piece of bacon off the counter.

"Holy shit," I groan through the mouthful of bacon. "I haven't had decent bacon in actual years! Great idea, honestly."

Simon's head tilts slightly to the side, still observing me closely as he steps back up to the stove.

"You're not allergic to cheese are you? I didn't see any mention of in your information, but figured I may as well ask," he asks as he holds up a larhe block of cheese.

"Thankfully no," I assure him with a smile. After a moment of thinking, and watching him beging grating the cheese, I ask, "What all did they tell you about me? Did they just give you a massive info packet and tell you to sign on the dotted line?"

His hand slips, nearly dragging his knuckles across the cheese grater. Then he sighs and sets the block down.

"Do you want to discuss this now? Or do you want to wait until you've at least had some food?"

I frown, thinking again. Food before getting into anything to do with Salvation would probably be the best. Especially after my reaction to trying to order food last night.

"Good point," I say finally. "Tell me about you instead."

Right after I make my request, Simon's phone begins buzzing on the counter in front of me. The caller ID says "Dumbass".

"Well, that's not very nice," I tell him as he picks up the phone.

"It's affectionate. Also accurate. Alright if I answer?" Simon asks as he holds up his phone, waiting for my response.

Snagging another piece of bacon from the counter I nod.

"Don't mind me. Can even go in the other room if you need."

"No. Stay there," he says before answering, "Johnny."

I can just barely hear a deep but energetic voice on the other line.

"Yes, she's awake." He pauses. "I haven't had a chance to say anything to her yet, Johnny," he sighs. "No, she's not been up very long. I'll talk to her about it and text you her response."

With that he ends the call and starts cracking eggs into a frying pan.

"I assume 'she' is me," I start slowly then take a bite of the strip of bacon between my fingers, "so who is 'Johnny'?"

"My best mate and co-worker," Simons says without turning to me. "I planned on taking you to the shops today, get you clothes that actually fit you, and... he's wanting to go with us."

"Are you comfortable with that? Aren't you alphas supposed to be like... super territorial or something? And we're not, y'know, mated."

My line of questions and statements sound awkward. I'm not against meeting the guy, especially if he's so close to Simon. It's only natural that I'd come across the guy eventually. I just don't know that Simon, my apparent alpha, is comfortable with that.

Omegas are supposed to take that into consideration, right?

"You can say no," he says flatly, back still to me.

"I'm not against it," I frown. "I'm just... trying to be considerate of how you feel about the situation."

Simon's entire body goes still for a moment before he glances over his shoulder at me. Then he goes back to cooking.

"Stop eating bacon or you won't eat the eggs," he mumbles. "I trust Johnny with my life and more. If you want to meet him, that's fine. He's just overexcited, as per usual, and has no patience. Since you and I met not long ago, I wanted you to have say in this," he explains stiffly.

I want you to feel comfortable in the situation we put ourselves in.

Pretty sure that's what he meant, and I do appreciate it. I appreciate it a lot, actually.

"Yeah, I'm good with it," I tell him and resist the urge to pick up more bacon.

"After we eat, I'll get you fresh clothes. They'll still be mine-"

"Simon, your shoulders aren't earrings. Relax the and get them, away from your ears."

"What?" he asks, finally turning to me. But his shoulders are still pushed up and tense.

I give him a half-hearted scolding look and step closer to him. Then I reach up and rest my hands on his shoulders, pushing them down gently.

"Better?"

His eyes are wide and he seems frozen in place for a moment. But he nods.

"Yeah," he mumbles then turns back to the eggs.

He insists on making us each a plate then guides us into the sunroom to eat at the table in there.

What a strange man I've found myself tied to.

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[godlynott]

HOLD ME, CONSOLE ME. – THEODORE NOTT

NOTES: This is inspired on my fic! 'Every breath you take'. y'all can go read it💟 also my first language is NOT english so sorry if i have any errors. HAPPY NEW YEAR !! (this is also my first time writing something short like this sorry if its bad😭)

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Rory sat curled up in the far corner of the Slytherin common room, her knees drawn to her chest. The green glow from the lake outside cast ghostly patterns across her face, and she stared blankly at the floor, replaying the argument with Cedric over and over in her mind. She could still hear his voice, laced with disappointment, and feel the sting of his words. She hated that she cared so much.

Theo entered the room quietly, his hands shoved in his pockets. He wasn’t one to go looking for trouble—or for Rory, for that matter—but he’d noticed her absence during dinner and figured something was off. Their dynamic was always complicated, teetering somewhere between grudging tolerance and outright rivalry. Still, something about her silence tonight nagged at him.

“Rory,” he said, leaning against the armrest of the couch near her. His voice was casual, almost indifferent, but his eyes held a flicker of concern. “What’s with the storm cloud over your head? Did Cedric finally trip over his own perfection and blame you for it?”

Rory didn’t laugh. She didn’t even snap back at him, which immediately set off alarm bells. Instead, she gave a hollow shrug. “Not in the mood, Theo.”

“Not in the mood?” he echoed, dropping into the chair beside her. “That’s new. Usually, you’d bite my head off by now.”

She glared at him weakly, but the fire in her eyes was dim. “Why are you here?”

“Because you look like you’re about to punch the wall or cry��possibly both—and I’d rather not have to explain why the common room’s a mess."

Her lips twitched, almost smiling, but it faded just as quickly. She sighed. “Cedric it’s over, Theo. We both saw him cheating on me. Also sent me a text saying im "Too slytherin'.” The word came out bitter, heavy with frustration and hurt.

Theo scoffed. “Too Slytherin? What does that even mean? Ambitious? Clever? Better at chess than him?”

“He thinks I manipulate people,” she muttered. “That I don’t care about anyone but myself.”

Theo frowned, his usually sharp features softening slightly. “That’s crap, Rory. Anyone who actually knows you would never say that. Cedric’s just—what’s the word? Ah, right. An idiot.”

Before Rory could respond, the door to the common room swung open, and Daphne Greengrass strutted in, her icy demeanor filling the room. Her gaze immediately locked on the two of them, and her lips curled into a smug smile.

“Well, well,” Daphne drawled, sauntering closer. “Isn’t this a cozy little scene? Rory, drowning your sorrows with Theo? How romantic. Or are you plotting your next scheme?”

Rory’s jaw tightened, and she stood, anger flashing across her face. “Not now, Daphne.”

“Oh, but now’s perfect,” Daphne retorted, stepping closer. “I just think it’s funny, really. Cedric finally saw through your act, and here you are, looking for your next target. How very predictable.”

Rory’s hands clenched into fists, but Theo stood before she could get a word out, placing himself between the two girls. “Back off, Daphne,” he said, his tone low and dangerous. “You’re not helping.”

Daphne arched an eyebrow, her smirk widening. “Oh, how noble of you, Theo. Defending Rory, of all people. Since when do you care what happens to her?”

Theo glanced back at Rory, whose face was a mix of anger and hurt, before turning back to Daphne. “I don’t. But I care about not listening to your nonsense. Go pick a fight with someone who actually deserves it.”

Daphne’s smile faltered, her eyes narrowing. “I don’t take orders from you.”

“No,” Theo said sharply, stepping closer, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. “But if you want to stay here, you’ll keep your mouth shut. Or do I need to remind you that I can outthink you in every way that matters?”

For a moment, Daphne looked ready to lash out, but the steely determination in Theo’s gaze seemed to cow her. With a huff, she turned and swept out of the room, her robes billowing dramatically behind her.

As the door slammed shut, Rory sank back onto the couch, rubbing her temples. “Great. Now she’ll probably tell the whole house I’m crying over Cedric.”

Theo sat beside her again, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smirk. “Let her. Half the house hates her anyway. Besides, it’s not like we’re friends or anything. I just couldn’t stand listening to her whine.”

Rory let out a bitter laugh. “Enemies or not, that was surprisingly decent of you.”

Theo shrugged, leaning back against the couch. “Don’t get used to it.”

But there was something in his tone—something softer, hidden beneath the sarcasm—that made Rory glance at him a little longer than usual. For the first time all day, she felt like the weight of Cedric’s words didn’t matter quite as much.

[andredeyemii]

manifesting an SP is so easy, what do you mean??

I'm not saying this as a mind saturation thing. I genuinely believe, know and can explain why manifesting someone is easy because I've done it before and it's just too funny girl.

here's the link to my SP success stories. (Will edit)

R E A L I T Y C H E C K : :

here is some education before you jump into manifesting an SP. thought transmission / telepathy is real and happens to us all the time. have you ever noticed that there seems to be a universal experience where you can talk to someone and feel drained or have the random intuition that someone cannot be trusted despite nothing happening between the two of you?? you are picking up on their energy, especially the energy of what is inside their minds. have you ever witnessed a person being so magnetic for some reason?? but have you also observed a person at rock bottom and saw their repell?? have you noticed how different your social experiences were when you were confident VS insecure?? this all counts as thought transmission, alignment and telepathy.

It doesn't even have to be for people. people can attract money into their lives too. money should be seen as an energy, because the physical object of money is just green paper but money's place in the world is basically the amplifier of who people are. people can save lives or pay to destroy it. so money is not evil, stop fearing and rejecting the attraction of money because of this!! are YOUR intentions evil?? no. so you deserve the money wtf!? same goes for your crush. are you desperate?? needy for his valuable time for the self-absorbtion of your own scarcity?? no? so you'll get him. stop over thinking.

one time my first and most hopeless crush messaged me for HOURSS even if I already transferred schools this year, and he said some sweet things and one of them was a confession that he liked me during the 1st and 2nd month of school. I liked him during the 2nd to 4th. and I didn't even know why I liked him. so he just got me the moment he detached. lmao.

M A N I F E S T H I M !!

do the inner-work.

once you like someone, just acknowledge it. don't be so afraid of admiring someone because how are you supposed to attract them? let yourself be giddy, happy and excited that you know them. be so detached in all of this that nothing is scary. why TF would it be.. I also did shadow work where I would find out things about myself. my most recent SP, I tried to talk to them once but then found something off about it and then reflected on an "independence" quality I had in myself that came from my household. damnn. so I prioritized my self-concept with it.

detachment.

then, you can put them off the pedestal and put yourself on it. how I navigate it: I basically wonder WHY I like this person and find qualities about them that I am fond of. psychologically, you are attracted to someone because of their polarity, or the things about them that you are missing in yourself. so I figure this out and incorporate this into my own self-growth. if it weren't for that stupid SP I had once, I would probably stay a homebody instead of a socialite. this is a link from angelwxnny about it btw. this aligns me to my desires.

law of assumption.

then, in the meantime, I'd do the conscious manifestation. I can glance at them, and start visualizing a scene in my head that would make me feel loved. my most recent SP is him just saying that he loved me over and over until I felt satisfied. the whole key of manifestation is just being satisfied in the 4D that you're content in the 3D and it'll all gravitate towards you.

You can also affirm what you see and feel in the 4D. you should affirm gratitude a lot. when you keep thinking about him for some reason, go switch the narrative and think "ohhh he must be thinking about me right now because why am I thinking of him!?" trust me. one time I entered a room with a clear mind but then got heavied with the only thought in mind being someone's name. this guy was talking about his crush and it was me.

law of attraction.

I keep talking about self-concept all the time. please, it's the best frking thing in the world. I use my SPs as leverages for my self-concept even. since I use them as inspiration to grow, I already feel as if. I had no wavering at all because the momentum of liking someone is really active that I kept getting confidence boosts here and there. it's easy, and honestly so much fun y'all.

And then I manifest!! easyyy!!

[turtlemagnum]

one of my favorite parts of strategy games like chess and advance wars is that feeling when you haven't quite won yet but the enemy has no real options so it feels like you're just sloowly wrapping around them like a snake. when all your enemy has is their king and you've managed to turn 3 of your pawns into queens, and all you've gotta do is get in juust the right position, and in the meantime all they can do is squirm. god, that's such a wonderful feeling. nothing quite like it

[evilkitten3]

talk to me about sarada in a sakuino and sasunaru world i beg

i mean. i'll be honest with you anon idk if she'd exist. there was a sns comic with her that had some light sakuino in the background but if i'm being fully honest i personally have like. zero interest in most of the next gen kids. i like chouchou, i don't mind himawari, and i'm indifferent at best to the rest of them.

also i haven't seen/read bort and probably never will. i've read fics that did things i liked with sarada but since i personally have no real interest in her there's not a lot for me to do.

if you have any ideas on it feel free to share them, but unfortunately i don't really have much

[ladyhavilliard]

i've long understood why representation is important but i don't think I actually felt for myself how important it can be until reading loveless and watching Isaac's journey in heartstopper this year... My best friend is ace, but we have very different opinions/feelings/experiences/whatever when it comes to this. I have known about the aro/ace spectrums for so long. And yet knowing and actually seeing/reading someone go through a similiar experience resonates with you unlike anything else.

[robotslenderman]

(Friendly, exasperated ribbing) People pronounce "restaurant" as "restorant"?? As in "restore"?? Is that a thing??

[exopelagic]

help I got way too into homebrewing dnd stuff and now I can’t sleep

[cinnabeat]

augh english version of tcf novel is going to release soon...............i know theyre gonna call him alver.......must prepare myself for the psychic damage

[29121996]

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[arolesbianism]

hello gamers minor life update I have been doing Real bad lately so I will likely continue to be very inactive, but hey on the bright side I have been fleshing out some eternal gales lore I reworked a while back and I can happily say that Dodie no longer completely contradicts the very nature of reality in eternal gales and the fog tower™ officially has a real reason to exist again so hell yeah to that