#jealous fairy man with pretty hair?

[wyndowpane]

Someone: How badly did you want to be Crysta as a child-

Me: Not much, i wanted to be best friends with her, not really be her

Someone: -I wasn’t finished, in this particular scene, how badly did you want to be her?

The scene:

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Me: ….HOW BADLY DO YOU THINK-

[immortalmrwavell]

Toby’s Wish

(Original Story posted August 28th 2021) This story has been Updated!

It’d been about two months since Toby started going to the gym. He recently turned 29 and had been skinny his whole life. So he’d finally made a decision. By the time he turned 30, he wanted to have put at least a small amount of muscle on his frame. He wanted it sooo badly. Only problem was, he body didn’t seem to want it as badly as he did.

Ever since he’d started going to the gym and eating better he’d been hoping to see some change. He knew it’d take time and he didn’t expect results immediately but even after months he could hardly tell the difference. He couldn’t think what the hell he was doing wrong? Was he not being patient enough? Was his body just not that receptive to putting on muscle? Or was it his diet that wasn’t good enough? Most would say that he just needed to give it time but… he was tired of waiting. At this point the only thing that really kept Toby going to the gym was seeming all the other hot guys working out. Even if that did make him slightly jealous at the same time.

There was one guy in particular that Toby was alway eager to see. It hadn’t been hard to figure out the hunk’s name was Scott seeing as he worked at the gym as a trainer. Large and charming would probably be the two best words to describe Scott. His biceps were certainly large while those legs he showed off always looked so thick and muscular. Not to mention the juicy pair of pecs not so well hidden under the tight shirts he always wears. He also looked pretty hairy with a coating fuzz running down his muscled legs and forearms. Toby had never gotten the luxury to see Scott without his shirt on but he could tell by the few tufts of hair that would sometimes stick out of his collar that he must’ve had some glorious chest hair. And to top it all off there was that lovely well maintained beard that his face adorned. Scott was quite simply everything Toby wanted to be and the worst part was that Scott was almost the exact same age as him! It was as if the universe was taunting him.

And so one day Toby couldn’t help but find himself wishing he was Scott. Wishing that he was the one in that handsome, muscular and manly body. He deserved it right? He was working hard. He’d always tried to be a good person too! He deserved a body like Scott’s! One that was hunky and effortlessly charming. Yet little did Toby know that someone was actually listening to his little wish…

Mr Wavell floated casually nearby, cloaking his body with a veil of magic that rendered his form invisible to the eyes of mortals. He’d been observing Toby silently as he made his wish. Wavell smirked to himself as Toby’s words echoed through his mind. “I suppose it couldn’t hurt to play fairy godmother.” He chuckled to himself.

The mysterious entity pointed a finger towards Toby, shooting a small ray of magic at the small and slender looking man. Just like Wavell himself, the magic beam was invisible to the naked eye but Wavell could see the aura of magic that now surrounded Toby’s body very clearly. After that he floated across the gym, making his way towards Scott before a similar beam of magic at the hunk as well. But nothing happened just yet. As a kindness Wavell made it so that his spell would only kick in once both men were alone with nobody else to see them.

Not too long after Scott finished his final session with a client for the day before looking at the time and finding it was almost closing time. Toby had also stuck around just so he could sneak a couple extra glances at Scott while pretending he was doing something.

Scott headed into the locker room to get changed back into his normal clothes, seeing that the space was now completely desolate. Moments after, Toby of course followed. Entering into the locker room to both get changed himself and hopefully sneak another pervy glance at Scott. Perhaps finally getting the chance to see the other man shirtless. However this now meant they were both out of sight. No gym-goers to see them, no receptionist, no passersby at the window. Nobody except Mr Wavell who was watching and smiling.

Out of nowhere Toby began to feel strange, his body starting to heat up. “W-what the…” was all he could say before he cut himself off with a groan. Before he could even process what was going on, his groan deepened into a roar of discomfort as his body started to expand! Every part of him was growing larger and thicker… and slightly taller!!

Toby barely had any time to think as his muscle mass increased at a rapid rate. Before long he was tearing through his clothing by completely destroying his shirt with his broadening shoulders and back. Meanwhile forcing his shorts and underwear to rip under the pressure of his bulging thighs and ass. All the while groans deepened even lower by the second as his already tight underwear grew more uncomfortable with the increasing size of his cock and balls bulging against it.

Just before his shorts and underwear could explode off his body though, the growing slowed down. Toby was left panting and sweating like a madman, not know what the hell had just happened to him. But just when he thought it was over, his entire body tensed up! Then in a matter of seconds, his body began sprouting thick body hair all over! covering him from head to toe in a coating of manly fur along with a full beard.

With that the heat subsided and the changes finally came to a stop. For real this time. Toby felt disoriented for a moment before looking down at himself and not being able to believe what he saw.

A huge set of hairy pecs.

Before he even had a second more to think about what the hell had just happened, he heard what sounded like his own voice shouting from across the locker room “WHAT THE FUCK!” The voice screamed in a mix of what sounded like fear and disbelief.

Toby walked around to the lockers, almost tripping a couple time due to his new unfamiliar size and restrictive shorts. His eyes widened when he turned a corner to see none other than **his own body** Stood in front of Scott’s locker and swamped in the very same clothes that Scott had been wearing!!

“No…fucking…way” Toby said muttered to himself as he looked at what appeared to be his identical twin. Only he didn’t look like that anymore. He wasn’t skinny and hairless. He quickly starting to piece everything together as insane as it seemed just as his ‘lookalike’ turned to look at Toby with a look of sheer horror and bewilderment plastered on his face.

“No… no no no… Why d-do yo-… Why do…” His lookalike stumbled on his words. His body shaking with terror as he scanned over Toby. “W-WHY THE FUCK DO YOU LOOK LIKE ME?!” His lookalike finally shouted in a panic. But Toby simply smiled.

Toby turned to look at one of the many locker room mirrors and just like that his suspicion was confirmed. He hadn’t realised through all the muscle growth but Toby’s face had transformed also. And now the face staring back at him was none other than Scott… the hunky gym trainer who’s body he’d been thirsting over for months!

Almost immediately Toby couldn’t help but start flexing and groping his new body. Checking out his biceps with glee as the muscle peaked with such strength he never imagined. Running his hands through all the glorious chest hair that coated his thick pecs. He’d been dying to see Scott’s furry muscular chest for so long and now it was all his to touch and squeeze as much as his heart desired. It wasn’t until his old body, who must’ve been the real Scott, practically lunged towards Toby in a mad fury that he was forced to stop.

Scott was freaking out like a mad man and understandably so after losing his handsome hard earned body. But Toby didn’t want to deal with Scott right now. So he decided to put his new size and strength to test by using Scott’s own body against him to put him in a choke hold. Toby couldn’t believe how powerful he felt as Scott was completely helpless until he fell unconscious. Of course Toby felt a little bad as Scott honestly was actually a pretty chill dude but right now he was too drunk on his new body to care all that much.

Once he’d moved Scott out of the way, Toby got right back to business. Back in front of the mirror again, he worshiped the forest of hair on his chest before digging his nose into his pits. Not hesitating to get a good deep whiff of his new scent and allowing his eyes to roll with ecstasy. Before long Toby ripped off the tattered remains of his shorts and underwear to give his new fat cock the attention it was begging for. Buuuuut not before giving his ass a playful jiggle in the mirror first. Even going as far as to let a finger explore his now once again virgin hole. Not long after however he was jerking his new cock furiously while playing with his nipples until finally his cum exploded over the mirror and himself.

After a quick little cleanup Toby marched over to Scott in his old body before removing the now oversized clothes from him. He pulled up the larger underwear and shorts before slipping on the t-shirt that hugged his pecs nicely. Then he pulled on his new ankle socks and trainers before lastly taking the grey cap and placing it on his head. He could still smell the sweaty scent emanating from the clothes and just knowing that the scenes belonged to him now was enough to make his cock twitch again with excitement. Toby went on to take all his new things from Scott’s locker before exiting the locker room as a complete muscle daddy while leaving the real Scott unconscious and naked on the locker room floor.

Mr Wavell couldn’t help but smile and laugh a little as he watched Toby flex again while he passed the gym mirrors. Toby said goodbye to the receptionist who was none the wiser to swap that’d just happened. Simply believing him to be the same man who’d been working as one the gym’s best trainers for years. And before long he was headed off towards Scott’s car.

Wavell watched as Toby got into his new car. He considered revealing himself just to see Toby’s reaction but decided to remain as an anonymous observer this time. He knew Toby would be fine. After all, the transformation should allow for Scott’s memories to drip feed themselves into Toby’s mind whenever he may need them. He was gonna be fine. More than fine. He couldn’t quite say the same for the real Scott but… oh well.

As he watched Toby chug the last of Scott’s protein shake in the front seat, Mr Wavell decided his work here was finished. Simply floating in the sky as the car's engine roared to life and began pulling out of the car park.

“Time to head home.” Wavell mumbled to himself, knowing there’d be plenty more men out there for him to use his extraordinary powers on whoever the mood struck.

[sukunasbow]

sfw hcs, the specialists.

summary: the specialists and sfw hcs!

warnings: fairy!reader and not fully proof read yet!

notes: i know winx probably doesn’t have much of a fandom on here but honestly this show gives me so much nostalgia so enjoy!

sky ✿

sky spoils you so much, he treats you like a princess, which is ironic considering he’s a prince.

to him, you’re his world, he’d never do anything to hurt you and he loves you so much.

sometimes, when the two of you are relaxing together, he lets you style his slightly long hair.

speaking of relaxing together, that’s one of his favourite dates, when the two of you just spend time at a cafe, getting a break from the chaotic fairy and specialist duties you usually deal with.

brandon ✿

you were one of the few people to first know that sky and brandon switched names. brandon wanted to be completely honest about the switch and you understood due to sky’s feelings about wanting to try a normal lifestyle.

literally the sweetest boyfriend ever, he treats you so good. he’s so gentle and loving with you, your heart melts every time you’re with him.

he doesn’t get jealous that often and neither do you, the two of you trust each other and have a relationship that’s really built on honesty and loyalty.

riven ✿

no one would’ve thought the two of you would get together, as riven has a high temper and you pretty much have no temper, always calm and relaxed. in fact, the only people that suspected something was going on with the two of you were bloom and sky, they always took notice of the flirty comments and subtle touches between the two of you. however, ever since you’ve announced your relationship with the hotheaded specialist, you’ve been extremely happy with him, and your friends started relaxing exactly how much sense the two of you make.

you’re a balanced couple that occasionally has rough patches, as riven can get really jealous and insecure, but you guys always make it out and your love grows even more. riven loves you and never wants to make you feel less than appreciated.

his favourite date with you consists of literally anything that involves you two being near each other, but he especially loves when you and him help your friends defeat the newest villain. he also loves when you cuddle with him, as he’s really just a softie deep down, constantly wanting to be touching you. he’s a huge fan of pda, unless you’re uncomfortable with it.

helia ✿

you and helia go together so well, no one was surprised when the two of you made your relationship official. your both calm and loving people, quickly becoming one of the best couples out of your friend group.

you love his hair so much. he just lets you run your fingers through his hair and style it into stupid little ponytails and buns, the man not even complaining about it, actually secretly enjoying it.

he’s literally the best boyfriend. he is always at your side when you need comfort and he gives you all his love.

timmy ✿

it took a while for timmy to build up the courage to ask you out, but once he did, you happily said yes.

the two of you are the definition of ‘opposites attract.’ you’re outgoing and a social butterfly, compared to timmy, who’s shy and doesn’t talk to many people aside from his friends.

he isn’t a big fan of pda, but behind closed doors, he’s always wanting to be close to you.

[smileysuh]

- JEONG JAEHYUN

works. 19 I words. 197k

solo works. 8 works featuring other members. 14

Model Cowboy - Jaehyun

💕 preview. You maintain eye contact until the moment your lips meet, and then, you do your best to just relax, to forget about the cameras pointed at you. You allow yourself to melt into the kiss, following Jaehyun's motions, following the gentle notes that soon become more heated. His tongue swipes against your bottom lip, and on instinct, you open your mouth for him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck to pull him closer.  You try to convince yourself that you’re leaning into this for the sake of the scene, that you’re just being good actors together, but there’s something underneath it all. There’s a desperation. You can almost taste it below the spearmint on his tongue. 

tw/cw. unprotected sex, dry humping, breast worship, slow and adequate foreplay/pussy stretching/prepping, pussy eating, fingering, praise, slight switchy power dynamic but Jae is generally the dom/top, slight overstim, face riding, slight hair pulling, precum (jae is horny), dirty talk, sappy sex, alcohol, etc… I pet names: (hers) superstar.

🌸 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 13.2k I au. fake dating

Knight of Roses - Jaehyun

💕 preview. The Knight of Roses looks so beautiful as he says his piece, and the idea that he’s already committed to you is one that makes your heart race in your chest. He’s so beautiful- and you’ve tried to deny it for too long. You hate being the girl who falls for the same man that everyone else has their eye on, and Jaehyun has no lack of suitors, especially in court. However, you suppose there’s always legitimacy in the looks of a man who has captured the hearts of many.

tw/cw. Unprotected sex, virgin!reader, first time, dirty talk, praise, power imbalance, Jaehyun unties her stupidly royal corset, armor removal, hand job, pussy eating, fingering, stretching out, multiple reader orgasms, etc… I pet names: (hers) princess.

🌸 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 9.1k I au. fairy

Heart Aches - Jaehyun

💕 preview. Your ex finds your sweet spot as easily as ever, as if it hasn’t been two years since his tongue stroked this specific patch of skin and made your whole body tingle with pleasure. You let out a shaky sigh, threading your fingers through his hair and relaxing against the pillows. “Don’t leave me again,” you whisper. “Never again,” he promises.

tw/cw. foreplay, fingering, mutual masturbation, hand job hand fucking, spitting, finger sucking, inklings of oral fixation, praise, dirty talk, pining, reminiscing, breast worship, teasing, Jae being a simp, unprotected sex, handholding while fucking, Jae is pretty vanilla but pent up as hell, etc… I pet names: (hers) baby.

🌸 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 5.3k

Christmas Puppy - Jaehyun

💕 preview. “God, you’re so jealous,” you laugh. Your best friend’s brother doesn’t usually act this way, at his frat, everyone knows you’re his, no one would dare come near you- but here, in your hometown, surrounded by past crushes and would be romancables, it’s open season, and it’s clear that it’s making Jaehyun uncomfortable.

tw/cw. multiple sex scenes, airplane sex, best friend's brother Jae touching reader while his sister is drunk/asleep next to them, fingering, multiple orgasms, phone sex, dirty talk, praise, slight stalking/use of snapmaps to obsess over a crush, jealousy, unprotected sex, Jae is a munch, sibling antics, 'loser' jae, exhibitionism, directed masturbation, etc… I pet names: (hers) angel. (his) puppy.

🌸 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 11k

Racer - Jaehyun

💕 preview. You feel like a chew toy caught between two rottweilers, and it kills you to give Jaehyun one last look before turning your back on him, following your brother to his car. Jaehyun is watching you as you get in, and when you close the door, you let out a deep breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. “I know, what a killer race,” Johnny grins, starting his engine. “Could have been better though, he could have actually died.”

tw/cw. car crash/injury, Johnny maybe slightly tried to kill Jaehyun, illegal street racing, protected sex, dry humping, blowjob, hand job, pining, praise, slow sex, slight wrist restraint, admitting you love someone while balls deep, sweet dirty talk, hair pulling, etc… I pet names: (hers) Lil Suh, baby.

🌸 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 6.7k

Arranged - Jaehyun

💕 synopsis. you give your arranged marriage to mafia!Jaehyun a chance.

cw/ tw. arranged marriage, unprotected sex, multiple positions, soft dom Jaehyun, etc…

🌸 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 3.5k

Team Captain - Jaehyun

💕 synopsis. Jaehyun is a notorious lady killer. He’s captain of the soccer team and everyone on campus wants him… except for you, Yuta’s best friend. A camping trip featuring some of the rowdiest members of the frat ends in drinks and a game of truth or dare, there’s laughs, horny men, and way too much pining to be healthy, just another day with NCT House.

cw/ tw.  lots of shenanigans in the frat, lots of dirty talk, finger sucking, Haechan exposing secrets, semi-exhibitionist/public sex, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), switch x dom(switch)power dynamic, multiple orgasms, choking, biting, pet names, etc…

🌸 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 14.2k I frat au

Heat - Jaehyun

💕 synopsis. He’s a hot, young, rich, alpha in an all alpha pack, and he’s been sugar daddying you and taking you on public dates for a while now. You finally decide whether or not Jaehyun is the alpha who gets to claim your omega side

cw/tw. a/b/o au, abo class systems, power dynamic focus, mentions of werewolf men being creepy to omegas, inclusion of omega on heat, sugar daddy Jaehyun, knotting, sex without condom, breeding kink, multiple rounds, alpha Jaehyun, fingering, cum stuff, baby making, dirty talk, etc...

🌸 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 5.8k I a/b/o au

Cam Baby series - Jaehyun I ft. others

💕 synopsis. Jae makes you regret not coming to see him earlier for your cam show.

cw/ tw. cam sex,dom/jealous/competitive Jaehyun, choking, overstimulation, oral (m/f receiving), face fucking, fingering, biting/marking, petnames, daddy count (2), submissive reader, ‘fucked you stupid’, begging/worship kink, etc…

🌸 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 5.2k I 1 part

Switch Series - Jaehyun I ft. Johnny & Haechan

💕 synopsis. Ceo!JohnJae celebrate welcoming a new CEO into the NCT Empire, and when they find out that he has a crush on you, their girlfriend, Jaehyun gets jealous and invites Haechan to join a night of fun. But the tables turn when Haechan turns out to be more of a switch than the sub that he appeared to be at first.

cw/tw. 4-some, soft dom Johnny, dom Jaehyun, switch Haechan, oral (f/m receiving), extreme pussy eating, BIG DICK Haechan, Petnames, sub to dom Haechan!!!!, whiney Haechan, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, spanking, slight degradation, man handling, voyeurism, etc…

🌸 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 29k I 4 parts

Redemancy - Jaehyun I ft. Johnny

💕 preview.  “Jaehyun can go dance with you-” Johnny agrees and your heart swells at his innocence, his complete lack of jealousy towards your best friend Jaehyun, who, you’re beginning to realize, may provide a legitimate threat that your previous lovers were picking up on.

cw/tw. Threesome, unprotected sex, dirty talk, oral, masturbation, 69-ing, face riding, soft dom!Johnny, blowjobs, pussy eating, multiple reader orgasms, deep throating, cumming on tits, cumplay, finger sucking, cum licking, breast worship, voyeurism, praise, power dynamics, double penetration, spit rosing/Eiffel tower, etc… I pet names: (hers) princess & baby.

🌸 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 11.9k

Send In The Clowns - Jaehyun I ft. Mark & Haechan

💕 preview. “She’s not the reason we’re dressed as clowns,” Hyuck is quick to insist. He’s such a good liar. Jungwoo would almost believe it, if you hadn’t told him your Halloween clown plan. It’s no secret to you that your three frat friends all have crushes on you, so you’d decided to tell Jaehyun about wanting to fuck a clown, just to see who would actually follow through with the costume. You’d expected one, maybe two- but here are all three men, dressed as exactly what they are: clowns. And it’s obvious to Jungwoo that they think this is their own idea. As if you’re not the puppeteer behind this all. God, Jungwoo loves having you as a best friend, even if your bucket list includes a frat clown Halloween orgy with three of his best friends.

cw/ tw. clown kink? orgy, foursome, unprotected sex, semi-inexperienced reader, oral, blow jobs, pussy eating, cum eating, squirting, fingering, masturbation, guided masturbation, spanking, choking, spit-roasting/Eiffel tower, cum/filling kink, praise, dirty talk, first time anal, cock warming, double penetration, triple penetration, multiple reader orgasms, dacryphilia, overstimulation, deep throating, face grinding, etc… I pet names: (hers) barbie, babe, baby.

🌸 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 10.6k I frat

The V Week Spy - Jaehyun I ft. Jungwoo, Haechan, etc...

💕 synopsis. Every year, seven days before Valentines day, sororities and frats are paired together, and eligible himbos, hoes, bimbos and fuckboys alike volunteer to be raffled for a chance to become the year’s V Week Spy. V Week is open season, with outings and parties tailored to be the perfect excuse for sexscapades, with the knowledge than 1 boy and 1 girl are undercover, grading sexual performances. Once the week is over, at the annual Valentines Day Party, the evaluations are presented- It’s a bad time to be unsure about someone’s feelings towards you, and an even worse time to fall in love.

cw/ tw. multiple smut scenes, fingering, oral (f receiving), mentions of mirror kink, lots of sexual implications, dry humping, boob worship, corruption kink, dacryphilia, service dom, dirty talk, praise, dom/sub themes, ‘service dom’, thigh riding, unprotected sex, etc…

🌸 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 20.1k I frat

Sandwich - Jaehyun I ft. Jungwoo

💕 preview. He watches Jungwoo kiss you, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around, announcing to the world ‘my good luck charm ducky baby!’ and if Jaehyun didn’t love his roommate so much, he’d have barfed at the sickly sweetness of it all… Or maybe from the jealousy. But he’d never admit that to himself.

cw/ tw. threesome, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, shower sex, spit roasting, praise, inklings of hand/size kink, deep throating/choking, oral, etc… I petnames. (pretty) duck/ducky

🌸 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 11.6k I frat

Home - Jaehyun I ft. Yuta

💕 synopsis. A lot has changed since university, but at the same time, so many things are very much as they’ve always been. Jaehyun is wonderful, but doesn’t fully meet your needs, and your best friend Yuta is as enticing and eager to please as ever- things have always been up in the air, and when you make a decision that fractures everything- you find yourself pondering the age old question: where is home.

cw/ tw. multiple sex scenes, so much Oral (f/m receiving), exhibitionism, unprotected sex, ‘daddy’ count (2) im sorry, sir, dom!Jae, switch dom leaning! Yuta, Yuta is a massive tease, overstimulation, dacryphilia themes, phone sex, masterbation, teasing, BDSM themes, shibari, toys, blindfolds, handcuffs, vibrators, Love Triangle jealousy as dirty talk, shower sex, degradation, praise, lots of man handling, body worship, spanking, spit roasting, face fucking, deep penetration fixation, etc…

🌸 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 34.6k

Marks - Jaehyun I ft. Johnny

💕 synopsis. your soulmate sold your soul to not one but two demons.

tw/cw.: ex Haechan, threesome, some dirty talk, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, choking, tiddie worship, multiple orgasms, fingering, etc… I pet names: (hers) princess, kitten.

🌸 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 14.2k

Soft - Johnny I ft. Jaehyun

💕synopsis. Jaehyun’s never been able to deny the fact that you and Johnny are simply soulmates. But he can’t deny the way he feels when he starts to see your body changing due to your pregnancy, and your lover, Johnny, has always been a very non-jealous type, which honestly, probably makes the whole situation that much harder . 

cw/ tw. Jaehyun verified pregnancy kink ya’ll, he wants all up in those mommy milky knockers … i mean, sort of, no sex while pregnant, romanticization of pregnant body ?, pregnancy kink, unprotected sex, ‘daddy’ in a pregnancy kink capacity, the SOFTEST SMUT etc …

🌸 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 8k

Birthday Boy - Jaehyun I ft. Johnny & Doyoung & Taeyong

💕 synopsis. There’s only one thing Jaehyun wants from his friends for his birthday, and that’s a taste of their girlfriend. She’s already used to dating three idols, what’s one more?

cw/ tw. fivesome, oral (m/f receiving), unprotected sex, spit roasting, no anal, sploshing/nyotaimori/food play, dom Johnny/Jaehyun/Doyoung, switch reader/taeyong, dirty talk, daddy count (4), sir, choking, biting, marking, bdsm themes, slight bondage, overstimulation, shower sex, jealous Doyoung, vouyerism themes, it’s just a LOT, etc…

🌸 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 13.1k

Invidious - Jaehyun I ft. Johnny

💕synopsis.  You’re Johnny’s fuck buddy and usually, he doesn’t care about who you’re sleeping with. Until he sees a bite mark that looks awfully familiar on your ass.

cw/tw. Dom/jealous!Johnny, giver!Jaehyun, daddy kink, choking, size kink, degradation, spanking, oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, spit roasting/double penetration, cum play, facial, etc… I petnames. (hers) princess, baby girl, kitten, little slut, etc…

🌸 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 4.1k

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[newtthetranswriter]

Hello!

How are you? I was wondering if you could write some Fairy Tail fluff please?

I was thinking of something with Laxus and Sting ( separately) jealous hc please?

Thank you!

A/n: Hello, I'm doing pretty good. How are you? Anyways thank you for request I hope you enjoy these and as always remember to hydrate or diedrate.

Sting:

He's not normally the Jealous type so I feel it would take a lot for him to really get jealous

for this we'll say you've been spending a lot more time around Rogue

At first he just thinks you're getting closer with Rogue because He's his best friend and he's happy about it

But then the two of you start being secretive, nothing big just hushed conversations and going quiet when he enters the room

He can't help but think something is going on, after all what if you changed your mind and fell for the shadow dragon over him

So thinking his friend won his s/o, Sting would start to grow distant

He'd eat meals in his office or skip them all together, not go on jobs with You and Rogue as much claiming he had guild master work to do (even though we all know he never actually does it)

Sting would also get easily irritated, snapping at guild members for little things and ignoring anyone who tries to ask if he's okay

Once finally notice and try to talk to him, he's on guard after all how can he trust you when you've been spending more time around Rogue instead of with him

You'll most likely have to slap him once to get him to actually listen but don't worry he does eventually listen

He'll apologize repeatedly for thinking anything was happening between you and Rogue, especially once you tell him you were hang out with Rogue to help Frosch become a little more independent

Sting will also be a little more clingy for a little while after

Always having a hand in yours or on your waist or shoulder, he just wants to reassure him self that you really are still with him and aren't going to leave him

Laxus:

This wall of a man is 100% the silent/protective jealous type

He wouldn't get jealous super easy but there is one person who can cause this man to get jealous over nothing

That person is none other than the Pink haired Dragon slayer, Natsu

Laxus knows that you're friends with the fire dragon, but something about the way he can always make you laugh really grates at the Lightning dragon

His jealousy starts out as glares across the guild hall, if looks could kill the pinkette would be dead 100 times over by now

He just sits silently and watches telling himself and the rest of the Thunder legion (who already figured out he was jealous) that he is just making sure you're okay

After a while of just glaring and neither of you noticing his stare, Laxus will get up and walk over to you

He'll stay quiet except for a slight grumble as he sits down next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder

The blonde would just sit there, chest puffed up a bit trying to silently show who you belong too

But once he feels you relax into him, he softens

He may not say it but feeling you lean further into his side, while you talk with your friend helps calm him down

Laxus still shoots a glare at his fellow dragon slayer but it's more out of the fact that Natsu gets on his nerves than anything else at this point

He'll still wait for the perfect moment to pull you away from the conversation with Natsu so he can fully relax but having you next to him reassures him that you wouldn't trade him for anyone else

(dividers by cafekitsune)

[fogwitchoftheevermore]

making yourself up as you go (a 12x100 about ESMP S1 and transgenderism)

(fic can also be read on ao3 here. cw for gender dysphoria and mild transphobia)

Katherine has, as far as anyone knows, always been Katherine. Always been the beautiful, lithe, perfect fairy they expect when they hear her name.

There is a certain image faer titles bring to mind, to faer fellow emperors and fairies alike. And if Katherine’s magic is any good- and it is good- that is the image they will always get, whenever they think of her.

It is only Katherine, now, who remembers that small and gangly child, hair too short and eyes too bright. He lives only in her mind, now, and Katherine is quite content to keep him there.

---

Shrub still doesn’t really get it, the gender thing. She grew up with something almost similar, but the words he used then, the words people used for his parents and baby sister, sound foreign and wrong on her new friends’ tongues.

So instead, Shrub looks at herself in the mirror, at her stocky build and choppy hair and mismatched socks, and she takes it in stride. It’s not wrong, the words her friends suggest- sometimes they even feel nice. They’re just not his, in the way nothing here truly is. In this way that means he’ll take what he can get.

---

Joey doesn’t understand what all the fuss is about. Maybe when he was younger, when becoming a boy was a much darker bruise, he would’ve understood better all the stress his new friends feel about the thing. Nowadays, however, Joey’s settled so well into the feeling that it’s hard to remember he was ever something else. 

It certainly helps that no one he knows nowadays knew him as a kid, or that his closest friend and neighbor is a gnome who doesn’t understand human gender anyways. Joey is a man, now. Does there need to be anything else to it?

---

Fwhip has been grasping for whatever parts of manhood he could reach since he was young, and he still feels less than halfway there. It’s the small things- reminding ambassadors that it’s Sir, trying to match the bulk and height of his fellow emperors, making his voice sound deep enough to be believed. It’s the big things too, the things that make him taste bile when he catches sight of himself in the mirror.

But it’s easier to ignore the persistent ache, these days, with people, people like him, drowning out the voice of the angry little girl in his brain.

---

Gem sometimes feels like she hasn’t grown past the little girl she was 10 years ago. Sometimes, the face in the mirror isn’t hers, but a child in their mother’s clothes who’s about to discover her greatest secret, greatest joy.

It was hard, for a long time. The Crystal Cliffs only ever knew her as Gem, but she couldn’t help but feel like they could see right through her, through her dresses and long hair to the core of her person, to the too-tall little boy with knobby knees and broad shoulders.

Nowadays, though, all they can see is Gem.

---

Sausage knows how she looks. With her strong, tall build, her dark, coarse facial hair, her deep voice, she knows how she looks. And most of the time, it doesn’t bother him. He finds joy in the familiarity of masculinity the same way he does the novelty of femininity and androgyny.

But Sausage can’t help but be jealous. For all they love their body, they long for the beauty Katherine holds in every step, the androgyny Scott has never had to convince anyone to respect. Jealousy runs deep in Sausage’s bones, and she does her best to push it down.

---

Pearl has been pretty lucky, if she might say so herself. For the most part, her people have been quite accommodating when she slips in (or occasionally out) of being a woman. Farmer Queen or King, as long as Pearl can harvest, can defend his kingdom with fervor, how specifically he does it doesn’t tend to matter.

Pearl finds freedom in her gender, in her fancy dresses and heavy armor alike. In a world that becomes more complicated by the day, it feels good to have something, anything, that Pearl has full control over, and that makes her so happy.

---

Scott was much more of a pushover when he first became King. He let his advisors make decisions, he let the people around him form opinions of him and didn’t dispute them. It came with the territory of being a kid, of being thrown headfirst into a mass of worlds you didn’t understand. Nowadays, Scott has a century’s worth of ruling under their belt, and is much more willing to bite back against these incorrect assumptions.

He cannot deny, however, that people got one thing right. That ethereal androgyny humans tended to assign to elves? Yeah, that one was pretty spot on.

---

Joel doesn’t answer questions about her gender. There are simply more important things they could be talking about. Not only does it not matter, but it never has. No one ever cared about his gender when he was small, why should that change now that he was grown? Now that he was in charge? Lots of things that mattered as a kid didn’t matter now that xe was in charge, and in Joel’s opinion, that’s how it should be. The more power Joel gets, the older she grows, the less the world should place on her shoulders. It’s only fair.

---

When Jimmy washed up on the shores of the Codlands, the fisherman who found him called him a girl. He didn't speak the language yet, so he didn’t know what that meant. Once they learned the language, they still didn’t really understand. But sea knew it didn’t feel right, that calling searself she left a pit in sear stomach that sea couldn’t understand.

Even now, Jimmy doesn’t quite know why this new gender feels better. Codfather, Codboy, man, he doesn’t understand it in the way his human friends do. But that doesn’t matter as much as knowing it feels right.

---

The first person Lizzie met on land was a beautiful woman, tall and slender and suddenly, Lizzie understood everything she’d ever wanted to be. Lizzie molded herself on the humans of Pixandria, the fishfolk of the Codlands, and she took their words that sounded nice in her voice, looked right next to her name, until she’d made a person that felt entirely, totally, hers.

As time has gone on, that person has evolved. They’re taller now, they remember where they came from and what they originally wanted out of life. But Lizzie doesn’t think she’ll ever forget that beautiful woman.

---

Pix is beginning to get sick of being people’s queer awakenings. They’re happy to help, of course, but this is getting ridiculous.

Pixandria has always been removed from the cultures of its fellow humans. Being so far away, it was only natural that its people would care less about the customs that mattered so greatly to their fellows. So Pix gets it, when these young kids stumble through the gates of his city and take in all its differences for the first time, get exposed to the idea of more. He does, really!

But does it always have to be them?

[jinx-xxed]

Ban Headcanons

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A/N: My first post with hopefully more to come! This is simple and something I’ve had sitting around for a long time! These are my own headcanons, please be respectful!

Content; NSFW headcanons under the cut

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- Pansexual!! I don’t care what anybody says, he won’t care what you identify as so long as you can match him.

- Loves attention and cuddling from his partner and would definitely get sad if they don’t give him enough of it.

- Love languages would be acts of service and physical touch.

- Absolutely loves cooking for his partner since it’s one of the things he’s good at. Give him praise, he loves it.

- Doesn’t get jealous super easily but if someone won’t take the hint or you’re giving a bunch of attention to someone else then he’d get annoyed/jealous.

- Doesn’t get jealous easily just because he knows the person attempting to get with you doesn’t stand much of a chance.

- Protective, very protective. After what happened with Elaine, he doesn’t intend to let anything bad happen to his next partner and he’d be sure to protect them at all costs, even if they could handle themselves. He won’t take risks with this.

- Very warm, how else would you explain him wearing pretty much nothing during the winter? So if you’re ever cold just use him as a personal heater.

- Big spoon all the time, he loves being able to bring you close and hold you at night as he’s falling asleep. If you snuggle into him or something similar he’d melt on the spot, he loves when you do that.

- If you wanted to be the big spoon every once in a while though he wouldn’t mind.

- Adores it when he sees you get excited about something you’re passionate about. He thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world.

- Will gladly listen to you ramble on about whatever you want, even if he doesn’t understand what the fuck you’re talking about.

- Lots of kisses everywhere, your forehead, cheek, neck, shoulder, anywhere he can reach he’ll kiss.

- PDA, this man is not at all afraid to show how much he loves you and he doesn’t care who’s looking.

- He doesn’t have a shameful bone in his body.

- Actually a pretty decent singer, although only you’d know that. His voice would be gentle, deep, and soothing. If you ask, he’d softly sing or hum a tune to help you fall asleep. Only you would get this privilege though.

- For some reason I feel like he’d smell fruity?? It’s different, I know, but considering all the ale he drinks and his association with the fairies I feel like it makes sense? It’d be a good kind of fruity!

- Or he smells like whatever he was cooking up in the kitchen!

- Definitely likes having his partner mess with his hair. How could you look at him and not want to mess with it? Don’t you want to know how soft it is?

NSFW headcanons

- Bondage. He likes seeing you all tied up and helpless beneath him.

- Likes tying you up the most but definitely wouldn’t mind being tied up either.

- Marking, biting, hickies, etc. He may not get jealous easily but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want others to know who you belong to.

- He’s got sharp fangs, he’s going to use them.

- Lives to please you.

- He’d let you set the pace at first if you wanted but just know he can only take so much before he’s fucking you into the bed.

- Would be willing to try anything new that you would suggest.

- Loves hearing you say his name, knowing he’s the only one who gets to see you like this and make you feel like this.

- King of aftercare, he knows he can be rough and he wants to make sure you’re properly taken care of. A warm bath, lots of cuddles, whatever you want he will be happy to get you.

[mothdust23]

⟢Mundanity (PART 1)⟣

CW: A LOT of gender dysphoria, dolls, Becoming, toxic masculinity, looong post

..You are a girl.

Well, you wished you were. But boys can't be girls, and you're a boy.

The feelings stuck, either way. As you clumsily pawed at your phone to shut off the alarm, dragged yourself out of bed, turned on the shower while trying your hardest to avoid looking at your body..

Distracting yourself with hotter water, filling the room with steam.

Don't take too long in there, only girls do that. Get out, dry off, brush your teeth. Stare at the man in the mirror. Avoid meeting his eyes. Consider shaving....it wouldn't matter.

T shirt, jeans, dress shoes. Muted colors every time. Wallet, keys, contact lenses.

Traffic's slow today.

Drive through downtown. Briefly see a shop you've never seen before.

Arrive at work, spend too long looking at the secretary. She notices. HR will probably find out. You didn't mean to, she just looks pretty. Despite yourself, you're jealous. You remember to smirk and whistle. Boys do that. You have to do that, naturally.

Sit down. Type. Copy, paste, research, graph, calculate. Soul crushing work. Zone out making far less than you deserve.

Email from the boss. Invitation to an office party. You know you won't attend.

More work. Briefly entertain the idea of working overtime.

...yeah, no.

Clock out, drive home.

...

Sit at the kitchen table, looking at your hand.It's the wrong shape.

A strange feeling compels you. Something you saw on your drive to work..

You get up, grab your keys, your jacket. Glance at the car, then the darkening sky.

..Fresh air is nice.

Stroll down the street. You ate at that restaurant once. It gave you food poisoning. Wave to the guy working the night shift in the corner store. He's probably confused about why you aren't taking your car. You are too. The store is far away, but you need to do this.

You need to do this.

You need to do this.

The sun's going down. You can see stars appearing in the sky. Cars appear less and less, and the city goes quiet. Part of you says that something here is wrong.

Another part wants to see that store. It's louder. It sounds like the part that wishes it could be a girl.

..Usually, you're better at ignoring it, but it currently seems to live on a higher priority than common sense.

Your worry grows, your legs keep moving. When was the last time you heard a car? What time is it? You check your phone. Battery's dead. It was fully charged when you left. You keep walking.

..Arrival. The store is the only one open. Light spills out of its windows, enough for you to look up and read the sign.

[The Fairy Ring]

..Weird name.

..You stand outside, in the cold. You can't see anything but light through the windows.

...you feel scared, but.. there's a fluttering feeling in your chest.

⟢<(O)>⟣

As you open the door, a pleasant scent and a burst of warmth rushes over you. Cinnamon and a fireplace.. despite never having a fireplace, nostalgia and comfort fill you. Despite never coming here before, you feel oddly safe. Gancing around, you notice the varied stock- racks of clothes, strange glittering trinkets, pointed hats and a row of long objects- broomsticks, walking sticks, umbrellas, even a few metal sticks that remind you of space-age antennae. Masks, candles, blades - or at least their scabbards.. An entire wall of the store is covered in hung up keys of all different kinds, like the kind one would find on a clockwork toy.. You push the door further open, trying to look closer, but an odd noise distracts you. A bell attached to the door rings softly, and you turn your head as a stifled "eep!" can be heard behind the front desk.

"T-this one will be right with you!"

Someone(?) gets up from behind the counter, holding a screwdriver and magnifying glass. Their gender is hard to discern, which isn't helped by the metallic lustre to their skin and hair - a cosplayer, perhaps? Quite a work ethic for a night shift... you feel yourself open your mouth, stepping into the shop.

"Uh, hello.. I'm just here to look around."

"Awa, that's what they all say at first.. can this one help you find anything in particular?"

Their movements are oddly stiff. A brief wave of uncanniness washes over you, but you steel yourself.

"This one..?"

They(?) laugh, stepping out from behind the counter with the arm of a tiny doll, broken at elbow-

"No, THIS one! You are that one, and-" the person(???) gestures to themself, "this one is this one! You're very new to this, aren't you?"

Already regretting your investigation, you pretend to peruse the trinkets as you look at the door.

"Something like that. Is this a cult?"

This only causes more laughter, a comfortingly human sound considering the cashier's... odd nature.

"No, silly, this is The Fairy Ring! The premier shop for and of entities of all kinds, run by our gracious hosts! We do not meddle with such.. improper things. We only deal with helping entities find true joy and acceptance!"

A wave of revulsion passes through you as you pass by the rows of keys.

"...is this a fucking sex shop?"

"Why ever would you think that?" it says, frowning. It looks genuinely upset at this. For some reason, knowing that makes you feel terribly guilty. "This shop is for entities of all ages, and this one cares not for such base things!"

"Well, you're clearly doing some sorta freaky cosplay thing, and there's all sorts of weird junk here. I wouldn't be surprised if your store attracted all sorts of freaks and creeps." you feel guilty speaking, knowing this is horribly rude, but... you have a reputation to uphold, right? You can't think any of this.. admittedly cool stuff, IS cool, because then you'd be a freak too. You have a cushy job and social life, you can't afford to be one... the cashier, however, blushes bright red and tears up.

"T-this one lacks permission to kick you out, but.. you are on thin ice, mister! You have no... no right to say such things.. you should apologize!"

The cashier looks down.. and then back up, lost in thought.. before wiping off its tears and grinning..

"In fact, you WILL apologize to this one!"

This struck you as odd. Not the statement, although it was very strange, but you suddenly sucking in your breath, newfound guilt bubbling to the surface when you usually keep it so well hidden, and you blurting out a quick "I'msorry-" to the stranger. Normally, you wouldn't be caught dead saying sorry to anyone, let alone a stranger, but..

These are strange times, aren't they? And it felt nice to say sorry.. you felt good inside, like a weight was lifted.

..how.. long have you been standing there, smiling and cradling your cheek?

Too long, you decide. You lower your hand, unfamiliar warmth filling your face.

"How did you do that?"

"Do what? This one did nothing!"

"You told me to say sorry, and- I.. did, but.." you peter off, realizing how absurd what you're saying is. You're in control of your own mind. Nothing can change that. You.

Right..?

You sigh and pick up a little packet of novelty tea, staring at it.

"This.. uh.. hobby shop. Doesn't get many guests, does it.."

"Oh, not yet! We've recently moved to a new location, but this one is sure more customers will come!"

"Really? All of this stuff is uh.. very specific. I can't really see anything I need, to be honest."

You turn around and the cashier is inches from you, staring you in the eyes. Up close, their skin looks even more artifical, and you catch a glimpse of their name tag - "Penny".

"OH- you startled me. Why are you uh.."

You step back, discomfort growing. This shop, everything about it feels wrong. The floors aren't dusty enough. All the glass is spotless.

"This one probably should have told you sooner, but you may take one item, free of charge!"

It smiles. You feel uncomfortable.

"..uhh.. ok, I'll be leaving then-" you mutter, not wanting to stay any longer than you have to.

"Oh, you misunderstand! You must! You have little choice."

..You only then notice the ball joints connecting Penny's limbs and neck. Like a doll's.

Terror fills you.

"I- n-no, please, I can't- g-get away from me!!"

"Awa, fine.. this one was excited to help you Become, but if you wish to find something on your own.."

"..what? What do you mean, Become..? What ARE you?

"Oh, right, you are new to this! This one is a doll, this shop is made of magic, and you are to choose an item! It will dictate what you will Become."

"N-no thanks, I.. i.. i.."

The door stays open ajar. You look at it, then at the too-clean shop, full of things you cannot help but feel interest in. Is it really possible to have a second chance at life..?

"I.. tell me more." you hear yourself say, defeated. You can't think of a reasonable excuse. "Is magic.. actually real?"

"Well, haha, this one sure hopes it is! It wouldn't prefer to be powered by nothing, instead!"

Penny raises its blouse, causing you to look away and wince.

"Come on, look! It is not what you think!"

You reluctantly stare, before gasping and stepping back. Open hydraulics, visible through a glass torso, and dozens of tiny fibre optic cables, flashing like fairy lights. It's a work of art, in the shape of a person. Penny lifts its blouse further, and hundreds of cables converge on a single point, a little pinpoint of light so blinding it reminds you of looking into the sun.

"You.. you're.. beautiful.. what.. what are you..?"

"This one is a doll! It thought it made that clear. Do you believe in magic now, or should this one call its witch?"

"No, no, I- wait, aren't witches like.. evil hags?"

"Awa.. no, no, that is incorrect! Most witches are very kindly, in fact.. including this one's witch! She took it in when it was still human!"

"Still.. human..? Wait, so-"

...so you could look like that. It's starting to sink in. You don't have to be a boy.

..you sit down at one of the chairs for sale, putting your head in your hands.

"This one sees you need more time. Do not worry, you may find what you want to be at your own pace!"

Penny puts its shirt back on, walking back to the register and going back under the desk to fix the little doll. You eventually get up, stretching (how long were you sitting there, perfectly still..?) and wandering about the shop. Running your hand across rows of keys, staring into the face of ornate masks..

A bell rings. You recognize it as the doorbell and catch a glimpse of a pointed, wide brimmed hat. Part of you wants to hide - out of embarrassment, or something similar. You're a boy standing next to dresses, you don't belong here.

"Miss Brooke! This one is happy to see you in our new location! Do you need anything?"

"Oh, just a few odds and ends. You wouldn't happen to have any new dolls to adopt, would you?"

"Well, no, but.."

..Wait, dresses. You turn away from the conversation, spying rows of mannequins with dresses, masks, and hats. You- you can wear them if it's so you can hide. That's why you want to wear them. Totally.

Hurrying and pulling items off shelves, you assume your new disguise next to the other mannequins, trying not to shake from how nice it felt to wear clothes like this.

..what is wrong with you?

you just need to pose like the mannequins.. and stay still.

Pose... just pretend the clothes fit.. just.. stay Still.

Stay.. Still.

A woman in a pretty hat walks by you and smirks. There was something important about her. You.. were hiding from her?

Stay Still.

Stay..

...

St.. i..

You jolt awake, pulling off the mask and hat. It's light now, like it's morning.

"How.. how long was I.."

[oddparentsaday]

Hi there!!! I have an idea for a fan fiction that's been puttering around my mind, so I thought I ought to offer it to someone who actually writes fan fiction lol.

So it's like Cosmo and Wanda doing the regular hijinks as they do, maybe Hazel's there maybe Timmy idk, but Cosmo messes something up, and someone (probably not Wanda but idk up to you) kinda snaps and calls him a dumb ass. *que class shattering noise* this sets Cosmo off and he poofs right the hell out of there. (If it wasn't Wanda who said it) the guilty party (maybe it's Perri who knows) asks Wanda like what the frick why'd that upset him so much. Dramatic flashback, now Wanda explains Cosmo's tragic upbring (maybe he was bullied and called a dumb ass as a kid, maybe a cruel parent called him a dumb ass as a child). But then Wanda goes and comforts Cosmo, and the guilty party comes and apologizes to Cosmo, who most likely forgives them immediately.

But idk, do whatever you want with this (including nothing) I forfit my half baked idea to you in hopes it is of some interest to you, if not THAT'S OK!!!!!!!! Anyways have a lovely day!!

Note: THANK YOU FOR THIS!!!! I made it Timmy because I don't want to write Wanda as kinda mean and i don't know the new wish crew as well.

Summary: Timmy strikes a nerve with Cosmo

Stupid.

It was a genuine mistake. One of Cosmos usual mess ups that they would laugh off later.

Something that wasn't usually that big of an issue. 

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Timmy was particularly snippy today. Being rejected yet again was getting on his nerves. Apparently both this and all his other issues including Vicky and school was weighing on him like a large boulder. 

He felt so frustrated but he was just ten what could he do? 

Why would anyone listen? 

Why should he be this upset this young?

~

Cosmo messed up the wish per usual. It pretty much cracked the camel's back.

"God why can't you do one simple task?!!?"

"Timmy-" Wanda warned.

"God your so stupid. Why is it that you're such a dumbass?!"

~

Cosmo was an insecure man. Not many knew. Sure he got jealous but never did he appear to feel less than.

Cosmo had ran crying. Or rather he poofed away. He has always felt dumb. Like everyone else was better.

Smarter.

Better looking.

More put together.

Cosmo had always been told he was stupid and wasn't fit to be a fairy. Hell he even caused the ban of fairy children.

He couldn't handle it. Yes his mother was clingy and loving to a creepy degree, but all that love even Wandas love never stopped the insecurity.

It had to be a hour before Wanda found him huddled in the tree house.

Face stained with tears that kept falling. Eyes puffy, slightly pink, hair disheveled, his tie was askew.

It broke her heart she had always tried to let him know how sweet he was.

How loved,

Appreciated,

Depended upon, 

Admired he was. But he just never saw.

"...Cosmo?"

"Are you ok?."

"He didn't mean it." Wanda urged. He didn't believe her. She'd shuffled over crouching in front of him.

She poofed in some tissues and softly wiped. His tear muddled face gently. She pulled him in for a tight hug cradling is head to her chest right under her chin.

"Sh sh sh.. it's ok, it'll be ok"

~

Once Cosmo calmed a bit Wanda brought him back down to the house. 

While Cosmo was alone in the treehouse Wanda had explained his insecurity and his issues.

When they entered the room Timmy and Cosmo stared at each other akwardly. An unusual silence filled the room.

Timmy spoke first, "I-umm I'm really sorry Cosmo."

"I know it was wrong. I was frustrated and took it out on you."

Inevitably Cosmo forgave Timmy. Things would be strange for a while but eventually things went back to some form of normal.

[littlemissthunderstorms]

she’s not you

2008 alex turner x reader

synopsis: you’re jealous of your bestfriend alex and his new girlfriend (an angsty fic but do not worry!!! happy ending!!! stay tuned!!!) another love confession for you guys hint hint

also PLEASE PLEASE listen to this song whilst reading trust

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you sipped your drink, chatting with a friend as jazz music swirled around the room, people chattered and hugged, and glittery reflections of fairy lights sparkled in your eyes, all coinciding to create a lively atmosphere.

as your friend excused herself to go grab a drink, your attention fixated on the door, heart swirling as you saw who had walked in. the boy’s eyes lit up as he made eye contact with you, giving you a sweet smile.

alex was your best friend, but over the course of a few months you’d fallen in love with him. to your disadvantage, miles had introduced him to one of his friends, ashley. they’d started dating a couple months ago. you’d met her before and she was pretty nice, they seemed like they liked each other but you were heartbroken over it, desperately trying to get over alex which was very much not working.

every time you’d seen al recently, he’d been with his girlfriend. whenever you’d get home from suffering through another horrible event, having to watch alex swoon over some other girl that wasn’t you, you wanted to lay in bed and sob. you felt so pathetic, getting jealous but you couldn’t help it. it made your heart hurt.

so, your stomach dropped, expecting ashley to walk in, but surprisingly, she didnt. it was only alex and miles, conversing with a few people near the door. sighing, you sipped your drink and spotted a few of your other friends from across the room, making your way over to them to say hello and get your mind off of alex.

———

30 minutes slipped by and the party only got busier. excusing yourself from conversation, you made your way upstairs and found a quiet balcony to get a breath of fresh air.

———

the balcony was much more peaceful. a sense of tranquility washed over you as you gazed at the stars. the breeze blew a gust of cool early spring air towards you, making you shiver slightly, snuggling into your jacket. laughter and dialogue from the party was now muffled and distant as you sighed.

you closed your eyes, reveling in the peacefulness of it all when a noise behind you startled you. jumping, you turned around to find alex. his long hair was slightly disheveled, gold chain glimmering in the moonlight, peaking out beneath his jacket.

“oh! sorry sorry i didn’t mean to startle ya!” you laughed as alex came over and hugged you tight, burying his face in your shoulder. “you’re fine, just thought you were a hit man coming to push me off the balcony for a second there.” you responded, pulling away from the embrace.

alex laughed. “it’s been way too long since i’ve seen ya.” the boy shoved his hands in his pockets. “it’s been like two weeks al.” you giggled, making him roll his eyes in response. “still. missed ya.” you gave him a sweet smile, your cheeks rosy pink from the cool air, and the boy. alex’s eyes lit up, returning your smile, making your heart flutter.

flustered, you tried to make conversation with him. “so, ashley not here tonight?” oh god. you immediately felt like jumping off the balcony at your choice of words. alex’s demeanor changed as he responded. “actually..” he cleared his throat. “me and ashley broke up.” your eyebrows raised. you felt bad for your friend course, but you couldn’t help feel a twinge of happiness. concerned, you comforted him. “oh i’m so sorry alex.” he nodded and waved it off. “no no it’s fine. seriously.” you gazed back at the boy awkwardly and nodded, averting your attention back to the night sky.

alex stepped a few inches closer to you and met your gaze. he was about to say something when miles and some of his other friends swung open the balcony doors. you two both jumped, stepping away from eachother. “AYYEE al come join us!! i want you to meet one of me old pals!” miles exclaimed.

alex looked over at you, smiling. “looks like i’ve gotta go, really nice to see ya, missed you.” you smiled back at him, waving goodbye and greeting miles as you walked back into the house to rejoin your other friends.

———

the evening passed by and you were exhausted. the party had died down and you were now outside, laughing with one of your friends and wishing them a goodnight before wandering off in the other direction, eager to get to your car.

the night was quiet and the sky was now a darker shade of blue, causing the stars to shimmer and twinkle in contrast of the darkness. the streetlamps emitted a soft glow, illuminating your path as you strolled along the sidewalk. there weren’t that many people out since it was late, just a few stragglers from the party making their way home, including you.

a familiar voice from behind you called your name. surprised, you turned around to find alex. “oh hey al!” you smiled. “thought you went home already.” he smiled softly as he shook his head, still catching his breath from having to run up to you. “it’s just um… can i tell you summat?” you tilted your head, nodding. “course!”

alex grabbed your hand, pulling you into a not so dangerous, more so secluded alleyway. the boy ran his hand through his messy hair, clearly nervous. “i’m the one who broke it off with ashley.” he admitted. confused to why he was telling you this, you furrowed your eyebrows.

“look, it’s because of you.” he stated, deep brown eyes gazing into yours. “i- what?” you stammered. he continued. “she just wasn’t what i wanted. it wasn’t fair to her.” still slightly puzzled, you tilted your head. “i thought you liked her though? i mean she’s perfect alex.” you replied.

“yeah, she’s great, but she’s not you.”

before you could respond, he continued. “it’s not fair to be with her when all i’ve ever wanted was you. it wasn’t fair to be kissing her and only thinking of you. it wasn’t fair for her because the whole time i’ve been in love with you.” he finished, dark eyes pooling with longing and desperation, staring into yours.

“alex…” you whispered. he didn’t break eye contact, eager for your response. you broke into a smile. “god you have no idea.”

you shook your head, smiling as you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his.

———

goodnight sleep tight!

love confessions are just so so fun i cant help it 😣

[icouldntcareless22]

The girlfriend wannabe

Lee Minho x reader

Fake Dating trope. Strangers to lovers.

Words: 1.7k

Summary: When a young attractive man asks you to be his girlfriend...when you first meet him...in front of his parents...when you don't even know him...you say yes. Right?!

AN: I planned this is to be a series. This is the 1st part, I hope you enjoy.

It looked like numbers were taunting you.

The vast number that was displayed under the tag "college debts" on your ancient phone was making you anxious, and anxiety lead to panic, and panic lead to stupid decisions and stupid decisions were exactly why you were here.

Here meaning at the corner of a fairy lighted and expensive as hell rooftop garden, shiny silver disk in hand and clad in a restricting black uniform. Men and women docked in every brand known to humankind were twirling on the dance floor, champagne was flowing and your nerves were off charts. Every two seconds someone was demanding a drink, every round around the mass was causing your body temperature to rise and the food was gone in milliseconds. Talks about galas and investments was alla that was heard outside while the jazz music was peacefully playing outside. Meanwhile in the kitchen, a place you run from and to every 3 minutes, all that was heard was battle cries.

"Smile, Y/N" a high voice playfully reprimanded.

"Fuck you, Lisa" you murmured while baring your teeth, face contrasting more into a grimace than a smile. After your 8 hour shift, you certainly didn't have the courage to smile for an other 4 hour shift. A blank face is the best you could do.

"Oh.. don't worry about me, dear. I certainly will" she giggled, eyes smothering and sweeping across the room. Probably searching for a victim of choice. Everyone wanted to get swiped by Lisa's claws. Who wouldn't? Smile of an angel, eyes of a devil, long glossy locks and a dancer's body. She was every man's dream.

You signed and left your post to do an other round, yet again. This time champagne in hand, well on disk more like it, you rounded the roof again. Making your way between hot bodies and snobbish looks, grabby hands made your disk lighter and lighter until a single glass remained.

But that too would be gone in a flash.

A pair of grabbing hands claimed the lonely bubbly glass, but this pair was different.

This pair of hands grabbed, not only the tall glass, but a firm hold of your waist too. And suddenly you were twirled and pressed into a stranger's side who playfully commented "Baby, you didn't need to save me a glass"

Too shocked to response right away, you leveled your gaze to his. Hair brown as a tree's truck stylishly fell into a pair of sharp cat eyes, a tall slim nose you definitely weren't jealous of and a pair of slim but well defined lips that were posed into a half smile. His two piece suit was the colour of blood and his cologne as expensive as this place required.

An attractive stranger.

But a stranger none the less.

Before you could gently push the man away, the pair of lips made contact with your cheek and whispered against your skin were the words "Play along for now" accompanied with a squeeze of your waist. He leaned away from your personal bubble and turned towards the adult couple watching you with an empty stare.

"Mom. Dad. This is my girlfriend " he announced with a wicked kind of glee all over his face.

The man, his dad, raised a single eyebrow and let out an amused chuckle. The woman only stared in a barely disguised horror. Your eyebrows raised themselves and your eyes balked a little bit, but a gentle reprimand from your 'boyfriend' in a form of a squeeze leveled your face. A careful blank expression found its way to your face as you watched the scene unfold."

Lee Minho!" The woman choked out, colour finding its way to her pretty face. It was both worrying and amusing how her face started to match her son's red suit.

"Yes, mother?" He nearly sing songed, amusement all over his face. He was fighting to keep a mocking grin away from his face.

"Lee Minho!" She repeated, stamping her heeled feet against the marble floor. Were those Chanel?

"Hello..." The elder man started, but soon trailed off when he hadn't been given a name to put to your face.

"Y/N" both you and Minho stated in the same time. You titled your face towards him, eyebrow raised. How you know that, creep? You hoped your intentions came through. Apparently they did, because his grin widened and his eyes diped lower to were your tag lied. Really, doll? His eyes seemed to say that. You snickered quietly and jabbed his ribs, before turning to his father whose attention was on you. "Well..dear. Pleased to make your acquaintance" he stated, before looking around and wondering out loud "Mind me asking what are you doing here?"

You would be rather doing anything else. Kitchen duty sounded much more appealing than siting here and entertaining the macho parents of the boyfriend you don't have. But the boy whose arms you were huddled into screamed desperation. He didn't to show it and from afar he looked the pictureof confidence. But the way his fingers drummed at your side, clutching and unclutching, the way he positioned himself just slightly behind you, like he needed a barrier made you reply. Damn you were too fucking nice.

"Part time job, sir. Someone bailed and my friend asked me to fill in" you responded, eyes scanning behind him for a moment. You hoped no one sees you lazing around. With some of the guests too.

"Ah.. a hard working lady. And what do you do, dear?" He asked, downing his amber liquor.

At that the delightful mother of his let out a scoff. Her colour was not any better. "Do you need to ask? Model? Singer?" She mocked, eyes scanning your figure. She lingered on your stomach and thighs a beat too long. "Not a successful one. That's for sure"

What a bitch. You thought and decided to end it here.

A mockery of a smile made its way to your face and you replied, sugary sweet and obviously fake. "Actually, business major. Marketing is my goal. But thank you for the model comment, appreciate it" you diped your head in polite nod, not wanting them to see the grimace on your face. Amused huffs surrounded you, both from father and son.

Time to dip.

"I have to go now. Pleased to meet you" you stated, turning to the couple. The man threw a half grin to your direction and replied like wise. The mother snickered quietly towards you, but remained silent.

Before you removed the man's hand from your person, you turned and whispered to his ear "Hope I don't see you around, honey" A gleeful chuckle left his red clad figure and with that, you turned and blended into the crowd.

As you made an other round, you spotted Lisa by the bar at the end of the roof. You sneakily made your way to her side and quickly tagged on her sleeve. "I will take over kitchen duty. My shift ends in an hour anyway. If I don't see you, bye" you muttered quickly and once you saw her nod her head towards you, you fled.

The way to the kitchen was shown to you upon arrival.

Wide, fancy and white.

Pristine like everything around this place.

Scanning the place you found the woman in charge and off you were to kitchen duty. Half an hour passed quickly, the job of polishing the kitchenware numbing your mind pleasantly and you thought that was it. Your day would be over, a quick meal and your bed was all you could think of.

That was before hearing his dreaded voice. "That's where you were hiding baby!" His jolly voice echoed in the quiet corner you were hollowed up. You turned to face him once more. His cherry red suit still on, tie loosened, brown hair fell a little more widly around his blushy face, like he ran his fingers through it. The most outrageous smirk still intact on his face.

"Anywhere away from you, baby" You deadpaned. You briefly considered to school your face, in fear of him being one of your current employer's sons, but no longer able to morph your expression into a pleasant one, you simply looked at the stranger with a blank look. But it seemed your answer brought him more mirth and amusement than you were hoping for as he simply chuckled and hoped on a stool next to you.

"What are you doing? Need help?" He casually threw. You looked up from the utensil you were polishing, finally directing your full attention on him.

"Can I help you with something?" You pointedly inquired, as you pushed the now clean knife away from you.

He briefly glanced around him and then leaned in, not quite in your personal space, but close enough and personal for a stranger you met on the same evening. "I want you to be my girlfriend" he announced lazily. His expression told the tale, he knew he was being ridiculous. The smirk he was wearing was getting bigger, cheeks pink with glee and little laughs escaped him.

One of your eyebrows lifted before you snorted and returned to cleaning. Rich people are crazy. "Anything else while you are at it?" You huffed, this time your turn to shake with laughter.

"No, that is all" he gleamed, actually taking the utensils from the clean stand and warping them neatly in napkins. You looked twice at the action. He was doing a neat job. Creases and all. You averted your gaze.

"I see, in that case..No" you returned plainly and reached for an other pair. The vinegar was making your fingertips ache, the exhaustion was weighting on you like a heavy blanket and the conversation was not helping.

"Why, baby? I thought we had a connection!" He dramatically wailed and immediately snickered at his own joke. His knee bumped at the table from its constant shaking, making the utensils dance briefly in the air before gravity pulled them down.

"If you bring every girl you think you have a connection with to your parents immediately...Boy oh boy do I feel sorry for them!" you stated dryly.

A brief glance at the clock above the counters told you that your time was drawing near. You exhaled and slowly turned to the boy next to you. Posture relaxed, a smile was pulling at his lips, eyes set on you like a cat that was chasing a mouse. Your brows pulled together before you scolded them to a neutral expression. He was looking for a reaction, you told yourself. You weren't about to give him one.

"Look, I am not looking for a relationship. Too busy and frankly you don't seem like my type-"

He waves a hand, dismissing your statement "I am everybody's type" He noted arrogantly. He looked like he meant it too.

Damn..Couldn't you have a tenth of his confidence..You shook your head as if to clear it. We were getting off topic here.

"Then find somebody else. My shift has ended so I will be going" With that you pulled yourself as gracefully as you could from the stool and grabbed your jacket, along with your trusty old bag. As you turned to the door, you glanced behind your shoulder.

He was still lounging on his stool, a red clad sin with an annoyingly charming grin. "See you never, lover boy. I mean it this time"

His giggle echoed. "See you later, baby. I meanit too"

You huffed.

He was a dangerous one.

[sea-owl]

Ooohh your yandere Phillip got me thinking what if it was Colin? Like someone insulted Penelope and unrooted some childhood insecuritiea so Colin tortures the bastard but like while doing so, he waxes poetic about Pen?

Like imagine him cutting this poor sod and lamenting how his blood doesn't even come close to the hue of Pen's hair or plucking out his blue/brown eyballs because how dare he share the same eye color as his goddess!

Lmao I just think Colin would be the kind of yandere that would make every torture method he instilled on his victims somehow relate to Pen (or their kids). Thoughts?

See, Colin didn't even like Marquess Odysseus Rose in the first place. He thought himself in love with Colin's soulmate and that Colin's nymph would be in love with him too! The man was also practically a roach. No matter what Colin did, he always came back. The only reason Colin had not killed him outright yet was because he provided the stories of different fairy tales from around the world that made Penelope smile.

Well, that roach made Colin's nymph frown last night. All bets were off.

"You know Rose, I always was partial to the color red," Colin said as he picked up the needle. He stuck it in the nearby fire. "Like this fire or your blood. Though neither are as pretty as my nymph's hair."

The needle was glowing. Perfect.

Colin leaned over the tied down lord and began to write on his back.

Marquess Rose let out a muffled scream.

"Yellow is a close second," Colin said as he continued writing. "Not an ugly yellow like your festering wounds. More like sunshine, like my nymph's dresses, and her smile."

The pain was too much, Marquess Rose began to cry.

"I will say, I have always been a little bit jealous of you," Colin confessed. "You were given a gift to named so perfectly that it paired with my darling nymph. Odysseus and Penelope."

Colin sighed. "I guess in a way to counter that, I tried to become Odysseus. A wordly explorer." Colin pressed down harder. "Of course, I would never have a mistress when my darling nymph was at home. Your namesake was a fool to do that to his queen. I am no such fool."

Colin inspected his writing. Odysseus had passed out from the pain. Colin frowned. No, no, they can't have that. He has to hear the poem Colin wrote dedicated to his nymph.

Colin plans to make his darling nymph smile, unlike Odysseus.

[ariel-seagull-wings]

POMEGRANATE SEED

@themousefromfantasyland @faintingheroine @princesssarisa @softlytowardthesun @grimoireoffolkloreandfairytales @the-blue-fairie @inevitablemoment @thealmightyemprex @tamisdava2 @natache @gstone97 @lord-antihero @professorlehnsherr-almashy

(Arab folktale from Palestine and Israel. Recorded by Yoel Perez, from the mouth of Zahia Ghurayfât (60) of the 'Arab al-Ghurayfât tribe of Bayt Zarzîr, September 11, 1982)

Oh, honored listened to the words, shall we tell a tale, or shall I sleep? Let's tell a tale.

There was a woman who was not able to become pregnant, and she could not bring forth children. Her husband was a working man.

One day a merchant came and was hawking his goods, saying:

"Pomegranate for pregnancy! Pomegranate for pregnancy!"

The woman came, took a mug full of pomegranate seeds and said:

"Oh Allah, Allah be praised and exalted! With Your might and by Your miracles and Your exalted state and Supreme Being, let me have a daughter or a son like the seeds of this pomegranate, red and good. Praised be Allah sublime, who is mighty with His ability, power and supremacy!"

Twenty years later she gave birth to a daughter whom she called Pomegranate Seed. The daughter was very pretty and and beautiful. Her beauty was incomparable. When anyone saw her, they would say:

"Pomegranate Seed is more beautiful than her mother!"

Then her mother became jealous and angry, whenever she heard that her daughter was more beautiful than she. Then her father started to like the daughter more than the mother. The mother, upon hearing this, would ask him:

"Why do you love the daughter more than me?"

He said to her:

"Because she is more beautiful and better than you."

Subsequently she started to ask the stars:

"Oh Stars, who is more beautiful, I or Pomegranate Seed?"

The Stars replied:

"Pomegranate Seed."

Then she asked the Moon:

"Oh Moon, who is better, I or Pomegranate Seed?"

The Moon replied:

"Pomegranate Seed."

She asked:

"Oh Arabs, who is better, I or Pomegranate Seed?"

They said to her:

"Pomegranate Seed."

In the end she asked all the people, and all of them prefered Pomegranate Seed. Then she said:

"I want to spill the blood of that girl and to slay her."

The mother prepared provisions for a journey and said to her daughter:

"We want to go to your uncles."

The daughter said to the mother:

"No, how can we go? I don't know my uncles."

The mother said to her:

"I want to introduce you to your uncles."

Then she took the daughter through mountains and valleys in which there was nothing except hyenas and ghouls, and other such creatures. They both stayed in an area full of rocks until night fell, the sun set, and the world became dark. There was no moon.

The mother said to her daughter:

"Let's go to sleep."

The daughter said to her mother:

"My hair is joined to yours, my flesh is tied to your flesh, and I shall sew my dress to yours, and your will be beneath my head, and my arm will be beneath your head."

The girl remained asleep until the Sun rose upon her, and she became hot. She woke up to find that nobody was beside her. She started screaming:

"Mother! Mother!"

There was nobody near her.

Then a ghoulah came and said:

"May Allah watch over you, Oh darling Pomegranate Seed! Allah be with you! May the safety of Allah be with you, and whoever forsakes you will be forsaken by Allah! From where did you come to me? From the gate of happiness to the gate of hell?"

The girl said to her:

"I was brought here by good fortune and by luck."

Thereupon the ghoulah took the girl with her.

The ghoulah was roaming freely with gazelles, and she took the girl along with the gazelles to a cave, to a natural cave, like the ones used by goats. She let the gazelles into the cave, and brought the girl in was well. She warmed her and dressed her. She said to her:

"You are my daughter, by the covenant of Allah, and whosoever betrays you will be betrayed by Allah! For I have been looking for you for a long time, Oh Pomegranate Seed!"

The ghoulah roamed with the gazelles, and every day she would take the gazelles with her as she roamed about. When she returned, she would shout:

"Oh Pomegranate Seed! Open the door for the gazelles!"

And Pomegranate Seed would clear the door for the gazelles.

The ghoulah led the girl in the cave, and all of a sudden she saw houses in the interior of the cave. The ghoulah showed her a door and a faucet, and told her that she was allowed to open them, but warned her that whatever room was closed she should beware of opening it. She gave her the keys to the entire place.

Once the ghoulah was absent, the girl went around and started to open the places which she had been warned not to open. She opened the first faucet, and dipped her finger into it. All of a sudden, her finger was all gold, and then the gold stuck to her finger. She tried to remove the gold from the finger, but could not. She opened another place, and all of a sudden there were two girls there, hanging by their hair. She did not speak to them, but closed the door, and while doing so she injured her finger, and wrapped it up.

The ghoulah came back, and said to Pomegranate Seed:

"Open the door for the gazelles! They give milk from their horns, they give milk from their teats. Oh Pomegranate Seed! Open the door for the gazelles, they give milk from their horns, they give milk from their teats!"

She opened the door and, behold, the finger of Pomegranate Seed was wrapped up. The ghoulah asked her:

"Why is your finger wrapped up, Oh my darling?"

She said to her:

"It was injured."

The ghoulah knew the truth, and she said to her:

"Let me see it!"

The girl said to her:

"No, it hurts me."

"Let me see it!"

"No, it hurts me!"

The ghoulah said to her:

"Did I not tell you not to open that door?"

However, the matter was of no importance, since the girl was dear to her.

One day, a merchant was hawking his goods, shouting:

"Buckles, combs for sale!"

It was the first time that a merchant came to this place on a donkey.

Pomegranate Seed looked at his wares, because she had much gold to spend. She asked his permission to take his merchandise. He asked her:

"Are there any human beings in this place?"

She said to him:

"I am a human being, I am Pomegranate Seed."

He said to her:

"Pomegranate Seed used to live in our neighborhood, but her mother took her and shed her blood."

She said to him:

"I am Pomegranate Seed. Is my mother still there?"

He said to her:

"Yes."

She said to him:

"I want to entrust you with a little gold to give to my mother."

He said to her:

"Good."

She gave the merchant a little gold wrapped in an envelope, to deliver to her mother.

Her mother was very upset about her daughter. She wanted to kill her, she no longer wanted to have a child. She wondered, saying:

"I abandoned her among the debris of rocks, and yet she is still alive! I want to kill her!"

She said to the merchant:

"Return to me!"

She bought a poisoned comb for her daughter and when the merchant returned, she gave it to him for her daughter. She told him:

"I entrust you with it for my daughter. Let nobody else open it, except my daughter, and when you arrive there let her wash and clean herself, and make sure that she combs her hair."

The merchant set on his rounds, carrying his gold and his property. He went to Pomegranate Seed, and told her:

"This is what your mother entrusted to me!"

Thereupon she heated up water on the fire, and washed her hair. Then she started to comb it. The first time she combed her hair the teeth of the comb broke on her head. The second time her fingers were broken.

The third time Pomegranate Seed died.

The ghoulah came back from afar, and started to shout:

"Pomegranate Seed! Open the door for the gazelles!"

Nobody answered. The ghoulah said to herself:

"If I find her asleep, she is safe, may Allah be with her, and may the trust of Allah be with her! But if I should find her alive and awake, by Allah, there is nothing else I can do but eat her, eat Pomegranate Seed!"

The ghoulah went to open the door, and there was Pomegranate Seed dead.

"Oh darling! Oh Pomegranate Seed! Oh Pomegranate Seed! Oh Pomegranate Seed!"

Pomegranate Seed did not answer. The ghoulah put rugs and carpets on the floor, dressed Pomegranate Seed in the finest clothes of the most expensive kind. The gold that the ghoulah heaped on Pomegranate Seed could not be heaped on the backs of the camels of love.

She sad:

"Oh camels of love! I beg your trust, don't descend unless you are told the phrase 'By the life of whoever is on your back!' Only then descend!"

The camels of love flew. There were some children playing ball in the field. Among them was a poor man. He was saying:

"Come down, Oh camels of love!"

But the camels did not come down.

The poor man then said:

"By the life of whoever is on your back, come down, camels of love!"

The camels of love came down. When they came down, the poor man said to them:

"Keep all the money and gold, I want to take only the girl! I shall ask my mother to wash her, and we shall bury her."

The youth, took the property and the gold, and the rugs and carpets, and he took Pomegranate Seed and brought her to his mother. He said to her:

"Oh my mother!"

She said to him:

"Oh my son!"

He said to her:

"Heat up some water, Oh my mother, and wash this young woman. I found her dead on the back of the camels of love. Let us wash her and bury her."

She said to him:

"Yes, Oh my son!"

Thereupon she started to light the fire, and she brought a pot that resembled a jar of copper, and brought water and heated it. She carried in the girl and spread mat under her, and started to wash her for burial. Who would be willing to bury her? As she was washing her, the woman shook the girl's head, and behold there was four or five teeth of a comb in her head. She plucked out the first one, whereupon Pomegranate Seed said:

"Ouch!"

She plucked out the second one, and again Pomegranate Seed:

"Ouch!"

Then she plucked out the third one, and she said:

"I witness that there is no God but Allah, and I witness that Muhammad is the messenger of Allah!"

When she said that, the woman said:

"This girl was dead, and now she has come back to life!"

She brought clothes for her, and dressed her, and she woke up, and behold, she was Pomegranate Seed!

The woman stopped showing her to the Arabs (i.e., she hid her), fearing that somebody would her and take her to marry his son, or that the king would take her for his son.

Day after day the old woman would go to the water, and Pomegranate Seed would ask her:

"Let me go with you to the water!"

But she said to her:

"No, Oh my darling!"

One day the king's son saw her and fell in love with her. He told his father and mother:

"I want the sister of the poor boy!"

They said to him:

"He has no sisters."

He said to them:

"I shall never get better if I don't get that girl!"

They went to the old woman and told her.

She said to them:

"This is my son's wife, and her story is such and such and such. She is not my daughter."

They said to her:

"We want her even so, even if by force!"

The old woman took the girl and went to the king's son. He was told her story, from its beggining to the end. The king's son did not stop wanting to go to see the poor girl. They told him:

"Allah sent her as a gift to the poor man; it is a sin for you to take her away. You can take any girl you want."

He said:

"Yes, of course!"

He came and gave the poor man fifty sheep, fifty goats, and fifty cows, and gave him property. He then married Pomegranate Seed, and brought her to the poor man.

[mochimistress]

Hi y'all ! I just finished my most recent Steddie fic. If you have any headcanons or requests feel free to drop an ask ! Im always a slut for Steddie

AO3 full fic under the cut

Edith knew she was possessive. Clingy. Jealous.

Crazy, if you asked most guys.

Not that Edith gave a fuck about what they all thought. Not when she finally had him. The man of her dreams. The one who's had her heart for as long as she could remember.

Steve.

Her Stevie.

The beautiful, wonderful, gorgeous man who bridal carried her out of literal hell. Who bulldozed over any doctor unwilling to treat her and threw his father's name around even though he hated the very thought of using that power. Who nursed her back to health and refused to sneak a peek when helping her in and out of the tub (what a wonderful, fucking frustrating thought).

Who got along with her Uncle Wayne, sitting and watching the game with him, sharing a beer and laughing in commiseration.

And the day they finally got together. He'd set up a beautiful picnic in the woods behind his house, path lit up with twinkling fairy lights and her favorite foods laid out on a soft blanket. Steve had even fucking dressed up as her favorite Lord of the Rings man and recited Arwen's vows to her.

How could she not jump his bones then and there? (And what a bone indeed.)

Edith was already planning their wedding, something non-traditional, maybe a ripped up wedding dress, adorned with chains and sparkling blood-red jewels. Steve would look so handsome in a deep red vest and black tie.

(And maybe they were young, but when you almost fucking die for ungrateful small-town assholes, who gives a fuck)

Her Steve never made her feel lesser—like a trailer trash washout everyone said she was. He believed in her, defended her every time. Even bringing out his nail studded bat to deal with Carver's old goons.

With all the love and care and cherishing he gave her, how could Edith ever think about letting him go?

And all the love Steve gave her? She gave back just as much. Supporting him when he needed, when his head hurt too much, became too dark, swirling with negativity that didn't belong in his beautiful head. Stood up for him when the kids took it too far (they had no right to make fun of his grades or how long it may take him to process some stuff when he had literal brain damage-) And the way Steve looked at her every time she did it.

It broke her heart.

He deserved so much more than he'd been given. And Edith would be the one to give it all to him.

And yeah, Edith saw how other women would look at her boyfriend. How they'd try to flirt and bash their pretty little eyes at him.

(Oh, Edith certainly wanted to bash something.)

But Her Stevie never looked their way, never even gave them a passing glance. His eyes were always on Edith, alight with adoration and love (and lust that sent shivers down her spine and heat between her thighs).

And Steve was so fucking sweet all the goddamn time.

Chivalry may be dead, but Steve Harrington was bringing back a revival.

He held doors opened, helped with overflowing books and papers. He even stopped bullies from going after Edith's little sheepies and Robin's band friends. Hell, he'd lend out pencils if he could remember to bring extra (Billy Hargrove was lucky he was fucking dead, and Byers was on thin ice). No, with his soft, floppy hair, down-turned puppy dog eyes, and reformed heart of gold beating in his beautiful hairy chest, it's no wonder that people flocked to him.

So if Edith had to defend what was hers, could anyone really blame her?

Girls knew better than to go near Her Stevie. One wrong look and they'd meet the right side of Edith's combat boots. Because none of them knew Steve like she did (and never would, as long as she was around). They didn't know his dreams. Fears. Didn't sit up with him when the nightmares and paranoia were too much. Didn't know how to help him through his migraines and insecurities. All of them just looking to add Steve Harrington as a notch on their bedposts.

No, they knew to stay away.

Except.

There was always one bitch stupid enough to try, despite Edith's glares and other's warnings.

She (because Edith was not about to waste her time learning some tramp's name) transferred in halfway through the year. A grade below them and pretty, Edith supposed, long beach-blonde hair and a button nose.

With an attitude absolutely worse than dogshit.

She clung to her Stevie, even when Steve asked to not to. Wherever Steve was, she would just... appear. Basketball practice? She'd be in the stands, embarrassing herself with loud cheering. Shift at Family Video? She's leaning against the counter, arms crossed under her chest to push up her boobs.

(As if Steve would look; he'd always made sure Edith knew how much he loved her smaller chest. Perfect to cup in his large hands.

“Besides,” he smirked one night, “they'll have room to grow when I knock you up.”

God, he always knew what to say to get her going.)

No, Edith never needed to worry about Steve doing anything. Her sweet, loyal boyfriend would never.

But she took it too far.

She and Steve had a rare shift together at Family Video (after Keith had turned tail when the “earthquake” hit, and Robin was prompted to manager, it was easy to get herself into one of the gross green vests) when she walked in, trying to flirt and failing miserably. After watching her sad display for a good 10 minutes, Edith was finally able to ring her out, giving her a condescending smile and a fake-cheery “Come again!” when she crossed the line.

She'd leaned over and kissed Steve on the cheek, ignoring the look of utter disbelief and outrage on Steve and Edith's faces respectively. She was gone before Edith could even think about leaping over the counter and dragging her back by her dried up straw hair. Seething, she turned to Steve, and all anger disappeared as she took in her boyfriend's face.

Steve was staring after the bitch, mouth open and eyes wide. Suddenly, his face crumpled and he turned to Edith.

“E-edi,” he choked out, hands waving uselessly. “I-I swear I didn't know she would do that. I don't even like her-I swear I have never-I would never-” Steve's voice cut off, choking on his own unwarranted guilt. He looked seconds away from collapsing to his knees and Edith could see him begin to spiral.

She worked quickly, dragging the panicking man into the breakroom, uncaring of the empty, unattended store, and closed the door. Robin would understand, just as protective of Steve as Edith was (that was her brother, her twin flame after all).

“Stevie,” she said softly, grabbing hold of one of his warm hands and placing it firmly over her heart. “Breathe with me baby, follow my heartbeat.” She took an exaggerated breath, keeping her pulse even. Steve sucked in a breath, eyes closed and trembling. Edith remained calm as her mind rolled with thunder.

How fucking dare she do that to her Stevie. How dare she send him into a panic attack. She had no fucking right to kiss him, to ignore his boundaries-and then to send him spiraling into what he was most afraid of? To try to paint him as some cheater like his pathetic asshole of a father? She felt him let out a whimper.

“It's okay,” she shushed him gently, leaning up to place a kiss on his forehead and tipping his head to rest against her clothed shoulder. Steve's hands gravitated to her waist, where they belonged, and he breathed in her scent deeply. He held her there, grounding himself as she continued to hum reassurances.

Edith settled a hand between his shoulder blades, further leaning him into to her, and the other ran through the short locks at the nape of his neck soothingly (another privilege only she got to have and will ever have). She swayed them slightly side to side, letting the tension and hurt wash away.

“My sweet boy,” Edith cooed, pressing a kiss against the shell of Steve's ear, “I know you'd never do anything like that. You'd never lead anyone on or cheat. I know baby.”

With those final three words, Steve slumped fully, though careful not to put his full weight on her. The tension gone, like a puppet's strings snapping, in an instant.

“I'm sorry,” he said weakly, muffled by the fabric of her shirt.

“None of that darling; it's not your fault.”

No, it wasn't Steve's fault. Never her Stevie.

But Edith knew exactly whose it was.

And she would make her pay.

Edith leaned against the picnic table, cigarette held casually between her fingers. She did all her business here where no one could accidentally stumble upon. Secluded. No witnesses.

Leaves crunched to her right and she tilted her head, hearing the skank's loud footsteps before even seeing her.

“Steve?” She called, stepping into the clearing and stopping short when she caught sight of Edith. Straightening to her full height, Edith stubbed out the butt of her cigarette under her steel-toed boots. She was already tall compared to other girls, boots only adding to her imposing figure. She crossed her arms, looking the other girl up and down, unimpressed. “What are you doing here? Where's Steve?”

“I'm afraid he won't be joining us,” Edith smiled sharply, laughing when she took a step back. She pushed off the table, slowing coming to circle around her, a shark and her prey. “Stevie wasn't the one who called you out here. Hell, he doesn't even know we're out here at all.”

“What do you want?”

“Hm,” Edith huffed, stopping a couple of feet in front of the blonde, “I want a lot of things, but what I want right now-” she chuckled “I want you to stay away.”

“What!?”

“See, you decided to touch and cling and harass someone who very clearly didn't want it. Someone who had turned you down, way too politely in my opinion, and asked to be left alone. Someone who is in a happily committed relationship, who loves his girlfriend very much. Someone who's mine-”

“Ugh,” she scoffed, “you're really that fucking insecure? Steve could do so much better than some trash nobody bitch like y-” her words cut off, choking as the cold metal of Edith's pocket knife pressed against the skin of her neck.

Edith smirked, amused. “You think I give a fuck? So what if you think Steve could do better. He still chose me, and I'm going to hold onto him till my last fucking breath.” She pressed hard enough to get a trembling whimper. “And no snot-nosed pretentious bitch is going to do anything about it. So,” another shiver, “if you know what's good for you, you'll Stay. Away.”

Edith stared her down, dark eyes boring into her tear-filled ones. With a final scoff, she stepped away, blade folding elegantly back into itself.

“Now, be a good little girl and run along. I'm sure there's some dickhead jock just waiting to take you up on playing 'Hide the Sausage' with you.”

She stood frozen for a moment and Edith lunged at her, sending her rushing away, almost tripping over her own feet. Edith nodded, pleased, already planning her date with Her Stevie tonight (maybe a nice diner date with an even nicer dessert back in her ro-).

“Edi?”

Edith felt the air freeze in her lungs.

Steve stood on the other side of the table, face unreadable as his eyes darted between Edith and the direction the other girl went.

“S-steve-I-this is-” Edith swallowed, unsure. “I- what- what are you doing out here?”

“I came by the trailer to surprise you early for our date and Wayne said you were out here on a deal. I came to walk you back.”

“Did-how long were you standing there?”

Steve said nothing, continuing to stare at her.

Fuck.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-

Edith's breath hitched as her world fell apart.

He saw. He'd seen everything. He saw how she threatened some girl and held her at fucking knife point and now he was going to leave her and-

Lips crashed onto hers (when has Steve even moved-) and stole her breath away. Edith gasped, but quickly melted into the kiss, arms coming up to cling onto his shoulders.

Steve kissed her reverently, a single focused intensity that left Edith lightheaded. One arm around her waist, keeping her crushed against him as his other hand tangled in her unruly hair, almost afraid she would try to push away (as if Edith would her dream of doing that, not when he poured everything he was into her). She moaned, feeling Steve swell in his own pants. God, she could already feel it in her.

Gasping harshly, Edith had to pull away (Fuck the need to breathe, she though angrily), but Steve just moved onto her jaw. Nipping his way down to the spot he knew drove her wild, her knees threatened to buckle if Steve hold wasn't so strong. He gave her no chance of reprieve, sucking, licking, biting down-

“S-steve,” she stammered, pressing closer (not close enough, never close enough)

“I love you,” Steve whispered through a ragged breath into her curve of her neck. “I love you so fucking much Edith. Fuck-” He groaned out the last word, grinding against the heat between her legs. He leaned back up, chasing her lips as she pulled away, and let out a whine.

“Steve.” He tone made him pause, finally looking in her eyes. Confusion and weariness darkened her eyes. “I-you just saw me threaten a girl for-for-”

“For making me uncomfortable? For not taking 'no' for an answer and violating my personal space and boundaries when I've told her repeatedly to stop? For showing how much you love me? How much you'll do to actually keep me?” He growled the last words, giving her another dirty kiss. “God, Edith I-” Inhaling shakily, Steve squeezed his eyes shut. “I-I don't think I've ever been in love with anyone like I am with you. You... you make me feel like I'm actually worth something baby, like the things I say and do are interesting when almost everyone else has only ever made me feel stupid, lesser. No one's ever even fought for me, want me for me. You make me feel like...like I actually matter-”

“You do matter, Stevie.” Edith cupped his cheeks, making Steve open his eyes. They shun with unshed tears, though full of love. It made butterflies burst in Edith's belly. “You mean so fucking much to me. Fuck-you're my everything Steve Harrington. And nothing or no-one is ever going to change that. You. Are. It. For me baby, and all those people that ever made you feel any different are lucky I don't find them and-” She stopped, “well, You've seen what I would do.”

“Yeah,” Steve sighed airily, gaze softening into a look Edith had only ever seen directed at her. Full of devotion, as if she had the answers to everything Steve needed. It made Edith dizzy with the realization that Her Stevie's world revolved around her like hers did him.

“We need to go,” Steve said simply, picking up Edith into his arms and she let out a yelped “Steve!” he walked the worn path back to his car swiftly. “Need to get you back to my place baby. Need to show you how much you mean to me,” He whispered into her ear in a deep voice.

“Oh.” A shiver ran down Edith spine, settling into a ball of heat in the pit of her stomach. “w-well, sweetheart, better hurry before I decide to start off early.” She gave a dangerous smirk that Steve matched perfectly.

Edith knew she was possessive. Clingy. Jealous.

Crazy, if you asked most guys.

But. Her Stevie wouldn't have her any other way.

[emeritus-fuckers]

uhm hello hi this is for the match up thing

so uh looks wise i’m a 5’6 female, extremely fucking pale😭😭 i have dyed dark red hair that’s like quite long. i have light blue eyes and i have freckles. fashion style wise uh i’d say it’s like kinda like sort of fairy grunge in a way if u know what that issss but my makeup always varies between like what i’m wearing/how bothered i can be... idk where this should go but i am a scorpio who was born on halloween so i pride myself on that!!!!

uh personality wise i’d say i keep to myself and my close friends a lot i can be pretty talkative if i’m talking about my passions tho, i’d say i’m loyal cause like i’ve had the same friends for years and i’ve never replaced any of them for anyone ever, i can get quite jealous easily but that’s down to attachment issues (womp womp) 👎👎👎 my friends say i’m a really funny person so!!! does nostalgic count as a personality trait?? because like people always speak to me if they want to like feel like the old times but that’s because i’m stuck in the past a little too much and have like quite a good memory…..errr….i’m good at comforting people i guess and at giving advice since i was my friend groups like therapist friend.. people have told me i look quite intimidating at first glance but when they get to know me i’m not but that’s just cause i have like a raging rbf😭😭 i’ve been told i’m quite like helpful aswell and i like doing favours for people i care about tho so!!! i’m also very sentimental. and i am almost worryingly competitive….i will throw whatever is in arms reach at you if i lose…but i guess i’m just quite a quiet person unless you’re in my close friends circle then i can be quite loud and energetic…but i do have like crippling anxiety so…..slay….

okay uh interests wise i really like painting, reading, baking, listening to music, photo taking, i’m like really into the paranormal and like spiritual shit like crystals, incense, and i’m currently learning tarot!! i’m also very into history. my music taste is like all over the place so i can’t name any specific genres but some artists are; ghost (obvs), lana del rey, fleetwood mac, mitski, kate bush, abba ykkkk

here is some add on info!! : my favourite colour is purple. my favourite animal is cats, and i have a black and white one called crystal. i have like an uncontrollable obsession with candles and incense….i am a hoarder for that shit. my fav board game is uno because i am literally the master but i will throw the cards at your face if i lose….my favourite season are autumn and spring because i’m indecisive, favourite weather is rain but only if i’m indoors if i’m outdoors then it’s snow. i am a just dance PRO. my fav movie is phantom of the operaaaa, my fav tv show is either modern family or what we do in the shadows. my fav book genre is either fantasy or romance. if i was one of the seven sins i would def be fucking gluttony cause like i am snacking all day everyday, i have such a sweet tooth omgg…..

sorry if this is very vague especially for personality wise i just have no sense of my personality and would need to be told what i’m actually like to know….but my friends are asleep…..so!!!! 😭😭😭

Your match is... Secondo

To him being born on Halloween is just the coolest thing. He always gets carried away with your birthday celebrations.

He can handle you getting jealous, he understands it comes from attachment issues.

He loves how loyal you are. It's a trait he values highly in people.

This man is an expert at uno so you won’t always win.

While your competitiveness greatly amuses him (he’s very fond of it), if you throw cards at him, he will raise an eyebrow with an amused smile. The smile that means you are in trouble.

If you allow him too, it will most likely end in him pinning you down on the table and punishing you in a very enjoyable manner.

He is very impressed by your good memory. He will often ask you to tell stories of your first dates together.

He also loves hearing about your past to learn more about you.

He doesn’t open up much about his feelings but when he needs to talk he’ll go to you.

You both look very intimidating before people get to know you.

When you are feeling anxious he’ll spend the day with you. Baking, reading, photography or painting. He loves doing that stuff with you.

He helps you learn Tarot

He is very fond of your cat Crystal (don't tell another soul).

Because Crystal is black and white he’ll call them 'Papa Crystal'.

Ps I’ve just seen your other ask re this matchup, I will add this: He always leaves food on his plate for you to eat. He says he’s full but really he just enjoys seeing you happy when you steal his food.

~

This post is a part of Match-up Event. The Event ended on July 15th.

Written by Nyx

[dejadoodles-101]

Empress Erin

Hey y'all! So I finally want to introduce you guys to one of my witchsonas Empress Erin! The first pic is my very first drawing of her and the second one is the updated version.

Her bio is pretty long so just bear with me

Erin is a very beautiful, attractive, and sexy witch (she's know to be the most sexiest witch in the Demon Realm). Erin is also known to be the one Disney character that should not be allowed on TV because of her appearance and behavior.

She's the empress of the Boiling Isles and she's married to Belos and is the aunt of Hunter. A lot say that Belos is one lucky man to have such a sexy wife like Erin. A lot of the members (mostly men) of the emperor's coven have a huge crush on her. Erin and Kikimora are rivals and they despise and hate each other very much.

She went to St. Epiderm for her educational years and studied plant magic. She was born in Latissa.

Here is her actual bio:

Full Name: Erin Marilyn Wittebane (née Harris)

Nicknames: Rin/Rinny, (by Belos and Hunter) Darling, Sweetie/Sweetheart, Love, Er-Bear, and etc (all by Belos) Aunt Erin, Rin/Rinny (all by Hunter)

Birthday: June 29th 1979

Age: 41 (in the series) 44 (in reality)

Astrology Zodiac: Cancer

Chinese Zodiac: Goat

Height: 5'8

Sexuality: Heterosexual (most times) Bisexual (somewhat)

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers

Gender: Female

Voice: Cristina "Vee" Valenzuela (Verosika Mayday from Helluva Boss)

Family Members: Herbert (father) Mildred (mother), Paul (older brother), Jacquline (older sister), Kimberly (younger sister), Philip Wittebane/Belos (husband), Caleb Wittebane (brother in-law; deceased) Hunter (adoptive nephew)

Personality: Intelligent, evil, mean, selfish, sarcastic, intimidating, manipulative, vulgar, seductive, easily jealous and annoyed, etc

Appearance: Very beautiful, sexy, and attractive, slender, dark brunette wavy hair, fair skin, green eyes, pointy ears, black nail polish

Alignment: Bad

Occupation: Empress of the Boiling Isles, student at St. Epiderm (formerly)

Coven(s): Emperors Coven (currently) Plant Coven (formerly)

Palisman: Pearl (a one eyed crab)

Allies: Belos (spouse), Hunter, (sometimes) Lilith, some members of the coven, The Collector, Pearl

Enemies: Kikimora (rival) Luz, Amity, Willow, Gus, Hunter (sometimes), The Collector (currently)

Likes: Spending time with her husband Belos, being in the Emperor's Coven, the human realm, manipulating members of the coven, being beautiful and gorgeous, the color green, fairy pie, salads, alcoholic apple blood, being drunk, singing, dancing, music, cats and dogs, her high school years, 80s and 90s, plants and flowers

Dislikes: Kikimora, Stupidity, male members of the coven crushing and flirting with her, hangovers, her elementary and middle school years, Belos telling her not to drink so much, things not going her way, men asking her out, the fact that her husband is dead

Trivia:

Her biggest dream was to join the emperor's coven since she was 3

Back then, Erin was a dorky kid (mainly back in her middle school years)

She had a terrible mouth accident when she was 3 which caused her teeth to be cracked and yellow and had to wear braces and a dental headgear for a few years

She then started to lose her vision and had to wear glasses at the age of 10

She was bullied a lot during her elementary and middle school years

She had her palisman Pearl since she was 13 and still has her to this day and helped her get through the rough times she had

Before when she started high school she was finally able to take her braces and headgear off and changed her appearance completely

She started wearing eye contacts and dyed the end of the hair green and made lots of new friends

She became popular in high school

Joined the emperor's coven after she graduated in 1997

Was a scout for 13 years

Married Belos in 2010 when she was 31

She's rivals with Kikimora. They absolutely hate each other. Erin finds her really annoying and Kiki is jealous of her

She's the only member who can still visit family and friends

Erin is known to be the "most sexiest witch in the Demon Realm

Her original name was going to be "Marilyn" but since Eda's human name was "Marylin" her name was changed to Erin

She absolutely loves Belos with all of her heart and is the only witch who Belos cares and loves for

I think that's everything! Really hope you guys are gonna love her just as much as I do and I’ll be posting more of her at some point! I did a lot of drawings of her.

Art and witchsona are mine

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