#like I just wanna sit down with a fat book and read it

[bachibabe]

Going back to my reading era where I consume entire books in a day

[gold-dustwomxn]

brat tamer!ellie —> safety net

cw: smut mdni !!! degradation, spanking, binding, dacryphilia, spit play

ellie is a sweet baby angel at the end

oral + fingering (e receiving) strap (r receiving)

a/n: ellie and reader have a safe word and this is all completely consensual

“babe, have you seen my work folder? I can’t fucking find it anywhere and I’m gonna be late.” ellie is pacing frantically around your shared apartment, tugging at her hair in frustration.

honestly, you’ve been a little pissed at her. she hasn’t fucked you in five whole days because she’s been too busy and too tired from work. “nope, haven’t seen it.”

she stops in her tracks and looks at you dumbfounded, “well can you help me look for it?”

you groan and roll your eyes, noisily stomping around the apartment. you look between the couch and the wall, “found it!”

she runs into the room and takes it from you, “thanks, baby.” and leans in to kiss you.

ellie knowing your body language like the back of her hand, realizes that you barely kissed back and knows that something’s up. “what’s wrong?”

you avoid eye contact and shrug, “nothing.”

she places her middle and ring finger under your chin to direct your face back to her. “look at me, what is it?”

“it’s nothing! you’re gonna be late.”

her eyebrows raise, “if nothing’s wrong, then why the hell are you yelling at me?”

you can tell that her patience is running thin by the way she’s tapping her foot with her arms crossed against her chest. “ellie. just go to work.”

she lets out a heavy sigh, “fine. I love you, I’ll see you later.” you and ellie have a rule that you always say I love you before leaving the apartment, argument or not.

“love you too.” she looks at you for a moment and then turns on her heel to leave.

ellie returns home from work 2 hours late. let’s just say you’re more pissed than you were this morning. she lets out a yawn and goes to walk into your shared bedroom and observes you, laying in bed, reading a book. usually when she comes home, you greet her with a hug and a kiss, and now you’re acting as if she’s a ghost.

she’s too tired to dance around whatever passive aggressiveness you’re throwing at her. “wanna tell me what the problem is yet?”

“you’re home late.” you turn to the next page in your book, not even looking at her as she speaks.

she sighs and sits down next to you and gently takes the book from you, dog-earing the page and places it onto the nightstand. “I’m sorry baby, I have a huge deadline to meet.”

you finally look up at her; her tie loose around her collar with the first few buttons undone on her shirt, and belt unbuckled. you bite your lip as your eyes roam her body.

ellie, ever the observer she is, doesn’t miss how you’re basically drooling over her right now. “is that what your problem is?”

you look into her eyes, “huh?”

“huh? oh now you wanna look at me? don’t play dumb.”

you swallow hard and squeeze your thighs together. she places a hard grip on your thigh, spreading your legs apart, making you whimper. you can see the expression in her face harden, eyes darkening, slipping into that delicious role that you desperately need.

she chuckles and runs a hand through her hair. “you are fucking unbelievable. take your clothes off. now.”

ellie has you completely naked, perched over her lap with your hands bound together with her belt, having been spanked multiple times already.

“you know you really fucking pissed me off with your bratty attitude today.”

“I’m sorry.” you whimper. “oh, now you’re sorry? now you wanna be a good girl?” she grips onto both of your asscheeks hard, squeezing the fat between her fingers before her hand lifts and then whips down with a loud slap.

you let out something between a yelp and a moan and she laughs. you can feel the tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

she leans down to look at your face, “gonna cry for me?” you can hear her breath getting heavy, eyes low as she observes your glassy eyes. she keeps her intense gaze on your face and your body tenses up in preparation, feeling the wind before her hand connects with your ass again.

tears spill from your eyes and she groans, “so pretty.” she leans back and rubs her hands softly over the marks before spreading you apart, eyes taking in your sopping cunt.

she chuckles, “you’re fucking soaked. such a pathetic slut for me.” you whine and try to squeeze your legs together but she grabs onto your thigh before you’re able to.

“isn’t that right?” you nod and she lightly slaps your cunt. your eyes roll back at the pleasurable sting, feeling more arousal leaking out of you. “words. use them.” “yes,” you whine.

“say it. say you’re a pathetic little slut for me.”

you take a moment to catch your breath and she slaps your cunt again. “I’m a p-pathetic little slut for you,” you cry out.

she hums and leans down to blow air on your cunt for relief from the sting, how kind of her. she sees your hole clench and she spits on it before teasingly sliding her tongue between your wet folds. you whimper and squirm in her lap.

“you think you deserve to get fucked?” she lightly brushes her thumb up and down your clit.

“yes, yes please.”

“please what?”

“please fuck me.” you breathe out.

she scoffs and chuckles. “too fucking bad, you’re gonna have to wait.”

suddenly, she’s hoisting your body up from her lap and pushing you to your knees. the abrupt movement has your wrists stinging from the belt tightly wrapped around them. she notices your wince and undoes the belt, kissing each wrist.

she pulls down her boxers and tosses them to the side and your eyes take in how wet she is. your thighs squeeze together in anticipation. “now, be a good girl for me and let me use that mouth.”

she grips your hair into a makeshift pony-tail and shoves your face into her cunt, immediately grinding against you. you moan into her and she grunts.

“acting like such a f-fucking brat because you wanna be treated like a whore.” she huffs out.

you nod against her, and suck hard on her clit making her hips stutter.

“can’t even c-come home from work without getting a fucking attitude from you.”

you brush your hand up her thigh before easing a finger into her. her pace falters for a moment, and her eyes roll back, letting out a moan. “oh fuck, yeah.. good girl. suck my fucking clit.” you moan into her from the praise and add another finger before increasing the pace of your thrusts, sucking harder onto her pulsing bud.

lewd squelching sounds fill the room from your fingers slamming in and out of her, and from your mouth greedily lapping at her.

“gonna be useful and make me cum?” she looks down at you with furrowed brows, eyes bouncing between yours and your mouth on her.

you look up at her, her gaze intimidating even in her vulnerable position, and you feel your arousal dripping between your thighs.

ellie shoves your face deeper, bucking her hips aggressively, loud strangled grunts spilling from her mouth. her head rolls back as she closes her eyes and bites her lip.

finally, her body tenses up and her shaky thighs squeeze around your head, clenching hard around your fingers. “oh f-fuck baby nghh. lick it all up and then, mphh, stick out your tongue,” she pants. you lap her up before curling into her hole, collecting all of her arousal.

you stick out your tongue, her cum dripping onto your bottom lip down your chin and she groans. “you look like such a slut with my cum all over your face. so pretty.”

she spits in your mouth, “now swallow.” you do as she says with no hesitation, and she strokes your cheek. “good girl.”

she swipes a thumb over your glistening chin and pops it into her mouth. sliding her hand down your arm and grabbing your hand, she takes your fingers and rolls her tongue over them, sucking them into her mouth, tasting herself. you let out a moan and she chuckles, “you like that, huh?”

you squeak out a ‘yes’ and she leans in to kiss you for the first time tonight. she grabs onto your jaw and slides her tongue against yours. you feel yourself getting lost in the kiss, tugging on her hair, making her groan. she sucks on your lip and pulls back, both of you breathless.

“you did good.” she bites her lip looking down at your naked body and pinches your nipple, before pulling you up by your arm and bending you over the bed. “stay.”

“got anything else you wanna say to me?” ellie says pounding harder into you between each word. she pulls out fully and slams back into you, making you whine. your body gives out and she wraps her arm around your waist to hold you back up.

she leans down and places sloppy kisses behind your ear and neck to your cheek, “hm?” “n-no ellie.”

she chuckles, “fucking the attitude right out of you. just needed to be put in your place, huh?”

you moan and your legs start to shake, “mhmm I’m sorry.” you’re not sorry, you’re loving this right now, and ellie knows that.

she laughs, “no you’re not, you’re just a greedy slut. don’t fucking cum until I say so, got it?” her breathy, whispered tone contradicting her harsh words.

your mind is too far away, in a haze of euphoria, only distantly registering her words.

she stills inside of you, making you whine in protest. “you gonna answer when I’m talking to you baby?” she slaps your ass and pulls out before plunging back into you hard, making your eyes cross and arms give out, upper body falling flat onto the bed. you can feel her grinding against you for her own pleasure, waiting for you to answer her.

“yes! yes yes ellie,” you whimper, “I understand.”

she gently glides her hand from the base of your spine to the dip between your shoulder blades and leans over you completely, naked chest pressed against your back. angling your jaw to look at her, she studies you for a moment, before her lips attach to the curve of your neck, her teeth scraping against the soft skin. her tongue soothes the mark, and she tugs on your hair until your lips meet, sliding her tongue into your mouth and nipping on your bottom lip. “good girl.” you chase her lips when she pulls away and she chuckles, not giving you what you want.

ellie stands up fully and grips onto your hips, arching your back before slamming into you hard and fast. she watches your ass ripple with each thrust, “you’re perfect, fuck.” she mutters breathlessly.

“oh my god,” you gasp out, “s-so deep.”

“yeah? you like when I fuck you like this?” she changes her angle slightly, somehow going deeper than before.

“mmm ellie, please!” tears are rolling down your face.

“please what?” her pace never faltering. “please I wanna cum,” you whine. ellie wanted to take a picture, hold on to this breathtaking view of you below her.

“just sh-shut up and fucking take it. you can hold on a little longer.” she breathes out shakily, chasing her own orgasm, pounding into you harder and faster.

ellie’s grunts and moans start to turn more animalistic, slightly higher in pitch. she leans down and starts rubbing your clit in fast circles. “ellie ellie please I-I can’t.” you stretch your hand behind you in search of hers and she intertwines her fingers with yours.

“okay baby, cum for me.” your body starts to tremble violently. you moan into the sheets, seeing stars as you gush around the strap, gasping for air. ellie lets out a guttural moan, “fuck, yeah, good fucking girl.” she leans against you, hips slamming sloppily into you as her body shakes, succumbing to her own release.

when you come back to earth, ellie is immediately scooping you up into her arms, brushing the hair out of your face. your body is still trembling, breath still heaving as you come down from your high. “hey shh shh, it’s okay baby, it’s okay. you did so good for me.” she kisses you passionately and slowly. she places gentle kisses all over your face to help soothe you before leaning your head into her chest, rubbing your back in small circles. when you pull back to look at her, she smiles, stroking your cheek. “I love you, sweet girl. wanna go take a bath?” you nod and lean in to give her a soft kiss, “I love you too.”

[bettysupremacy]

hi love ! could you write a fluff!rafe where the reader is a workaholic and ends up getting a cold and rafe takes care of her? 💌🍄

my boyfriend!!!!!!!

“I need to go in today.”

You gaze at Rafe, who returns your stare. It feels futile, yet you persist. You try to sit up, pulling the covers off your legs, but retreat under them when the overhead fan reaches. A dull ache permeates your body. The cold seeps into you, but the blanket is suffocating. Your body feels warm, but the air is biting.

You concede. “Nevermind.”

“Yeah.” Rafe moves to help you gently, he’s fixing the blanket.

“It’s fine.”

“Seriously,” Rafe warns suddenly. “I’m gonna make you cut your shifts down.”

“But-“

“No, this is a ‘I want to pass the time’ job, and you’re treating it like you’re employee of the month.” He’s annoyed, with you surely. “Shit, are you employee of the month?”

You frown, ignoring his question. He’s right. Though, he usually is. He already provides for you through the big money of the company his father passed down, you just don’t wanna be bored. You don’t want to contribute nothing, and you’re treating it like there’s rent to pay and mouths to feed. Well, there is, but not in the demand you

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he huffs. “I just can’t stand seeing you like this.”

“I know.”

He helps you sit, moving the pillows behind you. Your chest feels fuzzy and so do your eyes. Dully, your nausea makes you cough.

“I’m nauseous.” You tell him.

“Jeez.” He murmurs, his eyes round and concerned. “You want zofran?”

“Yes.” You whisper.

Tears pool in your eyes as he sits up, collecting at your eyelashes as you try to blink them away. You bring your hand to swipe at them, sniffling. Rafe’s brain lags.

“What?” He asks, kneeling down again, hands in desperate search of your face. “Baby, what?”

“I’m embarrassed.” You cry.

“Why?” His rough hands swipe at your tears gently. “Everyone gets sick.”

You turn away from him,

“If this is about me being upset earlier, I swear it wasn’t at you.” He stresses. “I-I had a bad day, and seeing you’ve succumbed to illness makes me sad.”

You giggle wetly. “Succumbed to illness.”

He beams proudly. “I knew that would get a laugh.”

You smile up at him, fever working through your veins slowly. You shake again miserably, working yourself up into a fit of fat tears. They roll down the hills of your cheek heavily, pooling under your chin. You blink out three at once and Rafe nearly has a conniption. Why are you crying?

“It’s not.”

He works his hand over your hair, gently, but not cautiously. “Then what?” He pleads. “Help me understand.”

“I just love you.”

“You’re crying because you love me?”

“I don’t feel good.” You correct.

“You don’t feel good?”

“And I love you,” You admit. “but you’re here,” You moan. “seeing me like this, and you’re so pretty.”

He laughs, quickly recovering to a sympathetic face when you frown at him.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” He soothes, lips near your ear. “Sometimes I look at you and I want to cry.”

“But you never do.” You wallow.

“Have you ever seen me cry?”

“Once.”

“Forget that.” He grimaces. “The point is, you’re stressed and sick.”

“I don’t see the point.” You murmur.

“You’re vulnerable right now, to your.. feelings. If I were sick, and stressed, and I saw you, I think I might cry too.”

“No you wouldn’t.”

“Did the people cry when the angels came down in the Bible?”

“Did the angels.. come down?” You ask. “I’ve never read it.”

“I’m not sure.”

You laugh. “Maybe we should ask Scar.”

“Scar?”

“She’s smart.”

“I think she’s Jewish.”

“So?”

“Different book, my love.”

“Duh, I’m not that sick.” You laugh. It drips with sticky sticky cough syrup. “But still, she’s smart, maybe she’ll know.”

Rafe sighs lovingly. “Maybe. We got off track.”

“We always do.”

Rafe snorts. “You’re feeling better.”

“Get on track.”

“I don’t remember the point I was making with angels.”

You laugh, tilting your head up to look at him. “You’re useless.”

“Abominable girl.” He chastises, sitting up anyways.

“Go get me medicine.” You’re smiling. “Useless, useless doctor.”

[erzva]

⟡ general Jason todd headcanons and how i view and portray him in my works cw. soft gentle clingy needy desperate touch starved jay

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i need to start off with certain stereotypes/ways in which he gets potrayed sometimes that i hate with every fibre of my fucking being :

he’s not some aggressive horny flirty fuckboy asshole jock. he’s grown and too old for that hs bs. like literally he would think of that behavior as annoying, revolting and stupid

and he’s most definitely (and i can’t stress this enough) not a yandere kidnapper or a stalker or any of that weird bullshit (if you wanna write stuff like that do it but it’s ooc)

he’s literally so caring and sensitive and he would be so gentle and soft. he’d be awkward and wouldn’t exactly know how to go about his feelings for someone.

he knows what its like when no one cares and when you grow up in an unstable home or on the streets so he has compassion for outcasts, children, women, non-cishetmen and animals

he’s canonically a nerd. he’s literary and he used to like going to school and learning. ppl always get him and tim mixed up bc tim hated going to school whereas jason wished he wouldn’t have had to drop out

also obviously very much an intersectional feminist ! he’s read all the books abt it and is actively working against his indoctrinated misogyny yup!

he loves all women and has a little soft spot for woc, fat/chubby/muscular women, women with big noses, you name it. just women who don’t fit the stereotypical beauty standard in general

he’s scared and ashamed of how needy and clingy he actually is. he knows himself (unfortunately) and it’s not something that he can just get rid of. it’s pent up from early childhood bc he never got enough love and then from after his death bc of all the shit he had to go through.

this side of him will haunt him until he dies- again. he can’t change it but he sure as hell won’t embrace it either. it’s a secret he wishes he could take with him to his final grave. actually- deep down he wishes he would find someone who understands and accepts him the way he is and someone who he can trust to be himself with.

!! aroace-spec , bi (women+)

he is secretly so incredibly desperate.. desperate for love, intimacy, being understood and accepted, desperate to be touched and hugged- loved.

he’s just so touch starved, he doesn’t even know what it feels like not to be. what it feels like to be loved or happy, to be content. how to not constantly feel like something is missing.

he needs someone to take care of him bc he just does a very poor job at that.. also it feels nice being able to just shut off and not having to think about anything

he wants to be hugged and caressed

gentle touches

he loves forehead kisses and headpats or just your hand on his head and in his hair

he wants to kiss you passionately and deeply

prefers making out and hugging/cuddling over sex

all he wants is to lay in bed or sit on the couch hugging someone who truly loves and accepts him and never let go

switch with a sub/bottom lean

i think it goes hand in hand with him having a sub lean but he’s attracted to strong dominant people. preferably someone who’s a switch too

everybody knows this already but he LIVES for praise

praise him and he’s in heaven. you’ll literally get him to do anything if you praise him. want him to give you head? just be a little clingy and loving, telling him how much you love him and how good he always makes you feel and he’s already dropping to his knees taking off your pants.

definitely a service / pleasure dom

if you’re fem/afab :

eating you out is his favorite thing. he goes in like it’s all or nothing (to him it is). no penetration if you didn’t cum at least once from his tongue.

he loves it when you ride his face and use him to make yourself feel good. there’s not a single thing he likes more than seeing you on top of him.

he loves watching you go from humming and gently playing with his hair to breathing heavily and tugging on his hair- to whining, moaning and grunting while grinding your pussy into his face deeper and faster to finally reach your high

also loves it when you ride his dick. being able to relax a little and just look up at you feeling good because of him makes him moan so much

he’ll also pull you down a lot when you’re riding him just to hug you and hold you close and to hear you breathing and moaning into his ear

he’ll thrust up from under you as fast as he can just to catch you off guard and see your face in pure bliss. he loves it when he makes you cum in this position.

he also loves missionary and the mating press

you know he’s close when he starts holding you close and mumbling/whining your name over and over again

if you’re male/amab :

he loves giving you head and eating your ass and wants you to use him. it really gets him going. it’s bc of his incredibly patent inferiority complex and feeling like he’s a good for nothing piece of shit

he also likes being the one that penetrantes you though. he’ll start begging for praise even though he’s the one topping saying things like “tell me i’m a good boy, tell me i’m your good boy.” “tell me how good i make you feel” “please just tell me i’m doing a good job.” “wanna make you feel good.” all while his big tall frame is hovering above you and ramming into you

a whimperer. he whines and moans a lot, shamelessly. he grunts and groans too. especially when he’s a little bit too frustrated or stressed. and he shamelessly breathes heavily during sex. any noise that he can make will escape his lips. all in all he’s just incredibly vocal and he doesn’t care if people can hear.

he really likes handjobs. preferably with you sitting in front of him so he can look up at you but he also likes it when you’re sitting behind him and you say things in his ear while kissing his neck or cheek and sucking on his earlobe

but he especially loves it when you’re sucking him off and finger his ass at the same time. add a little praise and you’ll have him whining, whimpering and maybe even crying. he’ll be a mess

he often gets teary-eyed during sex because of how sensitive he is. and i mean both his body and his feelings.

he prefers frotting, handjobs and dry humping over penetration.

he wants and needs someone who'd accept him for who he is and wouldn't wanna change him. someone who shares the same morals as him and doesn't have a problem with him being morally grey.

he would want someone he doesn’t have to explain everything to. he knows it’s toxic and not really fair but he hates having to put his thoughts into words. he’s not really good at it.

so he needs someone who’s observant and pays attention to details. maybe even someone who can read body language. just so he doesn’t have to go through the uncomfortable experience of having to say that he’s needy and broken out loud.

he wants someone to pay attention to him and figure him out so well that he doesn’t have to ask for things and they instead know what he wants and needs at certain times and just give it to him.

he gets pissed and sighs while rolling his eyes when he’s showing clear signs of what he wants and you’re not picking up on it.

it took great cruelty to make him this gentle. but to an extent he’s grateful for it because he now knows exactly why it’s so important to treat people kindly and gently.

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[theartofclowns]

7/11 (art x reader)

note: this is my first time writing so pls tell me if its good or not.

tw: a bit suggestive, mostly fluff and cute stuff, mentions of making out.

NOT PROOF READ BTW

also he uses ASL to communicate (only once i think)

anyways enjoy!

As you were on your phone, headphones in, listening to music and colouring in a book, you hear the door open. Its your boyfriend Art, you smile and jump up to give him a hug. "I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!" you squeal in excitement as you hug him tight. He looks down and smiles as he hugs back, not as tight, and kisses your forehead softly. You hold him until he gets a bit uncomfortable and pushes you away. "sorry.." you whisper in embarrassment. you then go back to the couch and get back to colouring. Art sits next to you and watches you colour with bright markers and crayons. You look at him with a smile, "what?" you ask as his eyes stay on yours. He then grabs your hand and holds it before brining it to his lips and kissing it. You blush and look away before feeling a familiar feeling. You look at his lap and then look back up. "can i sit there?" you ask still flustered from the kiss on your hand. He nods and pats his lap as he watches you climb over him, legs on each side of him, and sit. You then look into his eyes before kissing his lips. Your lips intertwining immediately. Art moves his hands around your hips and pushes the kiss into a small makeout. Your phone rings and pulls both, you and art, out of yalls "makeout". You pick up your phone realizing its just a spam caller. You turn your phone off and look at him again before saying, "im hungry..", He looks at you confused before rolling his eyes. You look at him with a dirty look, "what? you calling me fat huh? you think im big huh?" you accuse. He looks at you and shakes his head quickly, you start laughing and then randomly stop. "Art im really hungry.. can we go to the store or something?" you ask, "ill get you something and you dont have to drive!" you add. He then silently sighs and nods before shaking his head, singing he doesnt want anything. You smile and slide off his lap running to get the keys, as arts still stuck on the couch just looking at you. "what are you waiting for??" you ask, trying to get him off the couch. he then sighs and gets up walking over to you. You walk out of the house making sure hes still behind you before walking over to the car, parked in the front of the house, and you open the passenger door first, waving your hand towards the seat "ladies first" you say with a cocky smirk on your face. He rolls his eyes and then gives you the finger before getting in. you walk to the dirvers seat and open it for yourself as you jump up and into the car. You put the key into the ignition, and put the car into reverse as you back out into the street. Art moves his hand onto you thigh as you start to drive. You stop at a stoplight and turn to look at him. He's already staring at you, you continue to stare back untill the light turns green. You drive until you see a 7/11 and you pull into the parking lot. You look at art and smile as you open the door. "you wanna come in or stay in here?" you ask, he then points to himself and the door and he begins opening it. You walk to his side and hold his hand tightly as yall walk into the store together. You grab a couple snacks and you grab a soda before looking up at art to see if he wants anything. He shakes his head, no, and you nod again walking to the cahsier. you hand him the money and you leave with a smile. You hold his hand as you sit down on the ground. You open your snacks and start eating them. Thats when you see Art eyeing your food. "you want some now, dont you?" you smile as he nods. You hand him a chip and you watch him devour it like hes starving (which he probably is). Once you and art finish the snacks Art stands up and walks towards the car, leaving you behind. You pout as he leaves you, and you run after him. "Whyd you leav me!?" you ask while grabbing his hand tightly. He shrugs and then silently laughs. You roll your eyes and walk with him to the car.

anyways hope yall like it! ill make a pt 2 if yall want it!!

[alt0writings]

Only for you~

Lucifer x reader

fandom: supernatural

Note: in my stories "luce" is pronounced like "loose" just so you know :)

When I mentioned looking at his wings he tensed up his mind was running over all the situations. The only conclusion he could think of is I would leave him.

So he denied it, "don't you think we're kind of busy right now?" He says kind of harshly. I frowned "no your right we are busy" I laughed awkwardly.

Since lucifer wasn't showing his wings maybe I could ask michael for a description.

Michael wasn't keen on the idea of telling me, "come on michael tell me!" I begged. He still said no.

I sat down in a chair right next to sam and dean "hey boys, how's it going?"

They both looked stressed "not good we can't find this crucial piece of information." Sam groans and lays his head on his arms which were folded in front of him on the table.

I frown "can I help some how?" I looked over towards dean but he was shaking his head "nothing you can do kid" I sigh and nod.

Sam and dean had left to go hunt a werewolf that has been eating elderly people. I sat in a chair off to the side in the library so as not to disturb micheal and lucifer, it's the first time they had gotten along without wanting to rip each other's throats out.

I was reading my book, as I was nearing the end of a chapter I could hear whispers. I turned the page to act like I was reading when I was actually listening.

"Just show them!" Michael harshly whispered. I heard a growl and a forced bitter laugh "you know I can't do that." Everything was silent after that.

After a while dean and sam came back, "how did the hunt go?" They smiled and hugged me. "It went really well besides the fact we almost died" dean snorts. I shake my head and nod "I'm glad you both are back in one piece" they release me and back up, my face scrunches up "you smell like a wet dog. Go take a shower."

Once they agreed and started walking towards their rooms I took my leave and started walking towards my room.

I opened my door and almost jumped out of my skin, lucifer was sitting on my bed, and was sweating profusely He looked up and rolled his shoulders.

"I need your help" he stood up and pulled me into my room before shutting the door and putting an angel banishing sigil on it. "What are you doing?" I question, he sighs and gently places his hands on my shoulders. "You want to see my wings right?" He says while looking away he seemed.

Fearful.

I nod cautiously, he sighs and pulls his hands away before walking around me towards my bed. He pulls his shirt off, he had a surprisingly toned body he wasn't a bodybuilder and wasn't exactly fat. What was the word I am looking for? Oh right.

Dad Bod. He has a dad bod, he turns and walks towards me. From where he stood in front of me I could feel his breath fan against my face, a slight minty smell.

"Don't freak out." He quietly mumbled as he covered my eyes. A bright light flashed from behind his fingers, he pulled his hand away.

I gasp as I take in the beauty of his wings. There were 3 sets of 6, the biggest were the brightest.

pink mixing with blue while fading into black due to burn damage they looked to be torn. The set below that was a mix of pink and white with small black spots, it kind of looked like a sunrise it was also burnt but it also looked torn as well. His last set was the smallest yet was still bigger than your thigh. It looked to be the worst, half of it was gone but you could tell it was gold underneath all the dirt and grime.

"They need grooming, c-can you do that?" His request went on deaf ears, I was hypnotized by their beauty.

I blink repeatedly "what?" I shake my head slightly before looking up at his face. His cheeks had a pink hue to them, he groaned and released my shoulders "listen I need help cleaning them I don't wanna have to ask michael." He crosses his arms over his chest as if a defense.

I nod "of course I would be honored too luce. I can't believe you let me see your wings." I mumbled the last sentence, not trying to be rude or suggest I wouldn't be honored to do this again.

"Only for you~" he purred out as I ran my hands through his biggest set of wings.

Note: hope you enjoyed this I liked writing it lol

[biancadjarin]

Thinking about being

Bully!Eddie’s passenger princess

18+

(Bully!Eddie drives a black Camaro in my mind)

Eddie found you where he usually finds you after school. In the library. Books and papers spread all around you, pencil being chewed nervously in your mouth.

You feel a finger drape around your neck softly, pulling the curtain of your hair over your shoulder and exposing your ear for his lips to whisper into. “Don’t study too hard y/n.” You shiver at his warm breath against your ear. He knows that’s your weakness. He plants a wet kiss on your cheek with an exaggerated “muah!” for everyone to hear.

“Well thanks to you, I have to do extra credit in biology because my grades are slipping.” You say bitterly. “Thanks to me?” He asks, clearly flattered. “Because you just can’t focus when you’re near me huh?” He asks, sitting on the table in front of you, his lap directly in your face.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” You smile back at him sarcastically. You hate that it’s true. You sigh deeply and close the textbook you’ve been reading, eyes too tired to keep studying the tiny print.

“Well if you’re done studying I wanna take you somewhere.” Eddie says abruptly. “Uh while that’s a tempting, extremely vague offer, I’ll have to pass.” “Oh come on my pretty little thing.” He pleads as he starts to put all your things in your backpack. “Come with me to run an errand and then I’ll drive you home. Promise.”

You’ve been driving for almost an hour when you pull into a high end community full of big houses. The whole ride was filled with playful flirting, Eddie even asking you some actual questions to get to know you more. He wouldn’t let you pick any music, saying your taste in music is “absolute shit.” but his metal rock was actually pretty good. He told you about his band, his uncle, his friends. He held your hand the whole way, bringing it to his lips to kiss your fingers occasionally, then letting it rest in your lap. His bulky rings are fun to spin around his thick fingers, you feeling the shapes and ridges in them, commiting them to memory. It was nice. Oh no, it was nice.

“If I’m here to help you commit a crime, I’m out, Eddie.” He laughs at you, fingers squeezing your cheeks together as he looks in your eyes, car slowing down at the end of the street. “What crime would I possibly be committing, sweet angel?” You shrug, lips smooshed together by his strong fingers. “Breaking and entering? Grand theft auto?” He lets go of your face to turn the wheel into a long driveway, stopping in front of one of the biggest houses on the block. “I have hot wired a few cars before but that’s not what we’re doing, don’t worry.” He winks at you.

Eddie puts the car in park and presses his back into his seat as he lifts his hips and spreads his thighs. He’s getting comfortable. “Now what?” You ask. “Patience, sweet thing. Rick will come out soon.”

You see a tall man in a button up shirt and khakis emerge from the front door. Down the winding driveway, holding a small black duffel bag. He wears sunglasses and his hair is a little disheveled but he’s not bad looking. Kinda handsome. Probably in his late 30’s or early 40’s.

Eddie reaches into the back seat and grabs an empty paper bag. Then his hand reaches across your lap, the pads of his fingertips brushing against your upper thighs purposefully. He unlatches the glovebox and pulls out a fat wad of cash. Your eyes go wide as he tries to fold it and put it into the bag.

He notices a little gasp that leaves your mouth. “You like that huh?” He asks. “Y’know… I can buy you things baby. Take you places. There’s a lot of world outside Hawkins.” His voice is low and husky, like the whispered promise of a devil. It makes your stomach clench. You’ve never seen that much money in person and Eddie was acting like this is a usual occurrence for him.

Rick taps on the tinted driver side window of Eddie’s Camaro. He smiles at you as he rolls down the window, “sup man?” “Eddiiiiiie my boy-” Rick’s cut off when his eyes land on you. He raises his brows and looks back at Eddie.

“She’s cool man. She’s with me.” He tell Rick. “Alright. What’s your name beautiful?” Your jaw hangs open but nothing comes out, too nervous too speak. Eddie laughs and pinches your chin in his hand with his thumb and first finger. “She’s a little shy.” He says over his shoulder to Rick. “You got that new stuff you were telling me about?” Eddie asks him, returning his attention back to Rick but keeping his hand firmly on your thigh. His fingers squeeze the plush flesh there and it makes your nerves fizzle away.

“Hell yeah man. Shit’s crazy strong. Flown in from Hawaii. Can you believe that?” “Shit man, Hawaii’s pretty cool.” Eddie says, voice flat and bored, wanting to get this exchange over with so he can be alone with you again.

He passes Rick the paper bag and takes the duffel in return. He places it gently on your lap, winking at you as he does. “Got the usual shit in there Eddie but I included some crazy powder that my guy got his hands on last time he was in Miami. I put a few small baggies in there. Do ‘em for $50 each.” Eddie nods, eyes peeking at you and the bag in your lap.

“But don’t you touch that stuff.” Rick says pointing to you with a laugh. “My girl’s taking bumps of the shit all the time. Costing me a fortune.” He says as he looks back at his mansion. “Alright well as always,” he reaches in to shake Eddie’s hand, “Always a pleasure doing business.” Eddie finishes. Rick says it was nice to meet you and heads back inside.

“You didn’t tell me you were taking me on a drug deal, Eddie!” You say as soon as his window is rolled up. “Of course I didn’t. Didn’t want you to overreact. Like you’re doing right now.” You scoff and push the bag off your lap onto the floor. “I don’t want to be an accomplice to your crimes.”

He laughs at that, hand coming back to slide into your lap. His fingers curl softly around yours, bringing them to his lips for a soft kiss before placing your hand in his lap to hold. “S’too late princess. You’re just as guilty as me now.” You scoff, heart starting to race at the thought of getting in trouble. “I know I said I’d take you home but I think I’d rather try some of this Hawaiian strain back at my place? That ok angel?” You sigh deeply, knowing coming home late will worry your parents. But when Eddie looks at you like he’d crumble into a million pieces if you say no, how can you turn him down?

“Okay.”

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[live-laugh-lenney]

Hi just got into reading your writing, I adore it ❤️❤️

Was just wondering if you could write about George while during labour and after cuddling with a cute baby. I feel like he would be so cute and helpful 😂😂

thank you for coming by my blog and checking out my stuff, that means a whole lot to me! if you wanna check out the previous girl-dad!george blurb then you can read it here. xx

nearing the last few weeks of her pregnancy, all yn wants to do is stay at home.

as much as george tries to coax her out for some fresh air, just for a walk around the park down the road or sitting in the background of on one of chris' football shoots so she could get some social activity in as well as some time outside, she denies every invite that comes her way. she just doesn't feel up to it.

and george understands.

"i'm fat, i waddle instead of walk, i look gross and i haven't showered for about four days because i'm tired lugging this around," she points to the bump that protrudes from over the waistband of her tracksuit trousers and stretching the material of one of george's old t-shirts, "i just don't want to go anywhere, george."

"you're not fat," he tuts and runs the stretch of his palm across the curvature of her front, feeling the active kicks from his little girl as she moves around and gets comfortable from the previous jostling motions of yn waddling her way towards him, "you are pregnant. not fat."

"i've gained so many pounds," yn huffs her fringe from her face and he rolls his eyes, "don't roll your eyes with attitude, clarkey."

"not done with attitude," he retorts and presses a kiss to her lips, "you're just being silly, okay? the midwife told you in your last visit to her that you'd probably gain a little weight from your body changing."

she frowns and he cups her face in his hands.

"besides, all that added weight is just proof out little girl is growing healthily."

she drops her forehead to his chest, a slight stretch from her neck because of the bump restricting her from getting any closer, and she groans lowly.

"will you be okay for a few hours? i can get someone to come and sit with you for an hour or so?"

"i'll be fine," yn grumbles, lifting her head up to look at him and he has a soft and gentle look in his eyes, one that seemed to be debating on whether he should leave for chris' video shoot or stay and explain that he needed to be home with her, "don't even think about cancelling, george. i'll be fine. if anything goes wrong, i'm sure arthur can come down from upstairs."

"hill or television?"

"oh, definitely hill. i think mister frederick would pass out if he had to do anything remotely related to me being in labour."

george snorts and retrieves his hands from her, passing her by as he walks towards the door to her flat and grabs his boots for the 3g pitch chris had booked, slipping his feet into his trainers, before grabbing his hoodie from the back of her door.

"you call me if anything happens."

"george, we have three weeks."

"baby's can come early," he warns her and she rolls her eyes, "less with the attitude, missy."

"go on, go. you'll be late otherwise," yn smiles softly, "tell chris i say hi and that the baby told me that she can't wait to puke on him when she's finally here."

and, of course, everything is fine and dandy in the first few hours without george.

she made herself a sandwich then followed it with a bowl of cereal because she was craving something a little chocolatey, watching all of the youtube videos that she needed to catch up and scrolling her social media, replying to sweet messages on her twitter and doing a small q and a on her instagram for people to involve themselves in.

until she felt an ache roll across her belly.

an ache that was nothing like the braxton hicks she'd experienced just a short week ago when she'd panicked about going into labour. the midwife explaining it was just her body getting ready for when it was time to pop their little girl out, that it was nothing to worry about and that she wasn't in active labour and just needed to rest and enjoy the last few weeks as a family of two.

an ache that did worry her because it was harsh. enough to make her hunch over. enough to make her eyes water. enough to have her heart racing in her chest.

"you just had to do it without daddy here, huh? did you not hear our conversation earlier?"

she didn't want to interrupt george and she told herself that she had enough willpower to cope for the first hour, by herself, and she didn't want to call chris when he was in the middle of his shoot to tell him she needed her boyfriend when her labour was only at the first stage.

she reaches for her phone and tries to call arthur hill, except it goes to his voicemail twice. to which she left a rather agitated message in relation to how she was going to make him do all the nappy changes and have him on babysitting duty when her little one had arrived.

"yn?"

"arthur," she says, "hello."

"hi?"

"don't be so surprised i'm calling you, idiot. we're friends," she rolls her eyes to herself and her words come out as a low grumble and he huffs out a gentle laugh, "i just need your help."

"i'm in the middle of editing a new reacts video, can it wait till-"

"i think i'm in labour and i just need someone to come and sit with me for a little while. just in case," she grumbles out, looking at the clock as she kept a close eye on the minutes ticking by, "just until george comes home from his shoot with chris in a couple of hours."

"oh, shit."

"please don't panic," she begs him softly, hearing the instant shock and worry in his voice, "i'm fine. nothing is really progressing and i've only had two contractions in the last fifteen or so minutes. but-"

"no, no. it's fine. give me five minutes and i'll be down, okay? do you need me to bring you anything? does george have anything that you'll need?"

yn shakes her head, "no, no. just, yourself. please. george has a spare key in your flat, by the front door, you can use that."

"okay, i'll be there soon. just sit tight."

and when george gets home a short hour and a half after her first contraction, he's greeted with the sight of yn swaying her hips on her yoga ball in front of arthur who was sat on the sofa, her hands in his as she squeezed them gently, lips pursed as she took deep breaths in and out.

and, at first, he's confused.

until it really dawns on him and he's drops his stuff instantly. feet on their way to her before he could toe his trainers off and usually, yn would complain about the smell of his sweaty clothes after his arrival home after anything activity-related except today, she had bigger things to worry about.

"jesus christ, you didn't think to call me?"

"i didn't want to interrupt your shoot. plus, it's not too bad," yn smiles softly, her cheeks red and her forehead shiny with a thin layer of sweat building up on her skin, "arthur's been a great help. he should take up midwifery."

"no," arthur blurts out suddenly and she giggles lightly, "i don't have the stomach for it."

"okay, maybe a doula then," yn suggests, "your voice is very calming and soothing to listen to. i made him recite animal facts to distract him and myself."

she looks at george and his eyes are full of concern.

"george, i'm okay."

"she's a trooper," arthur lets george take her hands, replacing his spot in front of yn and he stands to his feet, wiping his hands on his t-shirt as they were warm and a little sticky, "do you need me or shall i leave you both to it?"

"i think we've got it," george look at him and smiles, "thanks, mate. i'll keep you updated on everything. hopefully we have a baby next time we see you."

arthur grins and bends over and presses a soft kiss to yn's forehead, squeezing her shoulder before he bids his farewell to the two of them, closing the front door behind him as he exits the flat. leaving yn and george in their own bubble, allowing them the privacy to endure the next step of their parenting journey together, the quiet feel to the room almost comforting for her as his thumb rubs over her knuckles reassuringly.

he calls the hospital, speaks to her midwife, lets yn inform of her of everything and they're told to come in because yn was definitely about to have a baby. no fake contractions this time around.

it was the real thing.

and she was terrified.

"i don't wanna go," she whispers tearfully and her feet come to halt at the front door, dropping his hand as he takes one step more and he turns to look at her, "george, i don't want to go."

"no, no. hey," he hoists the strap of the baby bag over his shoulder, her head dropping down to her chest as she hid the tears that were beginning to well and spill over her eyelids, "i know you're scared. hell, i'm scared, too. so scared. but we've got this, yeah? you've got this."

she shakes her head.

"yes, you have. you're the strongest woman i know, okay? you've been amazing through the last nine months, you've battled all you can battle, now it's time for the final step," he grins widely and she looks up at him, his palms cupping her face, "we're about to have a baby, yeah? the last nine months of growing our little bub is coming to an end."

"i can't do it," she whimpers and her bottom lip wobbles, "george, i can't."

and she bursts into tears. her cries echoing around the hallway, down the corridor of the floor of her flat, and his heart breaks at all of the emotions coming from within her. her cheeks wet. her eyes red. and he scoops her into a hug, hiding her face in his shoulder, cupping the back of her head with his hand.

"i'm with you every step of the way," he whispers, "right there, next to you, holding your hand. i'm not going anywhere."

she gulps back a thick sob, her tears dampening the shirt on his body and her knees are shaking, gently swaying as she felt a contraction start its painful ache across her stomach muscles, a heavy groan in the air that he could feel the pain radiate from.

when they get to the hospital and once she's given a room, with a pool in the corner in case she wanted it and a birthing ball beside her beside in case she found comfort on that, changing into a gown so she was a little more comfortable. the smell making her feel a little more at ease knowing she was somewhere where she could birth her baby safely. the gentle pastel colours of the walls around her making her feel less stressed and panicky and a lot more mellow and calmer.

and george stuck to his word.

he never left her side. he never tore his attention from her. he never left the room. he stayed planted to the seat beside the bed. only getting up to use the en-suite loo that came with the room and when she was after a nurse to ask a question about something she was a little scared and nervous about.

"think we should tell the guys?"

"i think arthur would have mentioned something," yn smiles, "i'm very surprised they're not in the waiting room."

"do you want them here?"

yn shakes her head, "as much as i'd love to see them, i just want you here."

he smiles and kisses her forehead.

"you're doing so well, okay? i wish i could do more for you than just hold your hand or rub your back," he frowns, "i just hate seeing you in so much pain."

"it's all worth it though, right? we get a baby at the end of this," she's softly spoken, having only just had an epidural to ease the pain she was feeling and to help her cope with the aches of her contractions, "me and you, can you believe that? not once did i ever picture us in this position when i saw you on tiktok all those years ago."

he snorts out a laugh and blushes softly.

"i'm so glad i commented on that one video you stitched onto mine," he reminds her, "don't think i'd be as happy with life than as i am now. never did i think i'd be a dad, though."

"you're going to be such a good dad," she says, "such a dilf."

yeah... so... i definitely love this girl-dad!george au that had risen up on this blog. i have a few messages in response to it so i'm going to work on them. i just love the idea of all of the boys being girl-dad's. :'))) please tell me i am not alone! anyway! thank you for requesting this. my inbox is always open for george and arthurtv chats on here. xx

[beautifulfuckup99]

Do you only do BTS? Because I would love a plus-size doc, why choose with Namjoon, Bangchan and Seongwha 🫠🫠🫠

For you, babes, I'm gonna make it a preference of sorts. Hope you like it!

Title: My Girl

Warning(s): Body image issues, hints of ED: Count!ng Calor!es, nut also all-around fluff...

Author's Note: I'm sure this isn't what was wanted, but trust me, it's needed. Lol.

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Namjoon:

Breathing in through your nose filled your lungs with the fresh pine scented air of the park you and Namjoon had walked to for a random, mid-day picnic. The scenery was a calm and quiet one. Ducks floating on by in the pond right in front of you, birds flying through the sky over you, and not a single person in sight. You two had gone far enough into the field of the park that you were basically alone. With a soft sigh of contentment, Namjoon set his book down. "I could sleep here." He notes, voice as deep as the body of water in front of you. You eye your boyfriend as he fixes his beanie before laying back, head going to your thighs. You instantly stiffen in slight embarrassment. You could never help it. You knew your body and you knew how it looked. And you knew your handsome boyfriend could always find better. And you knew this angle wasn't flattering at all. "Joonie..." You mutter as you cover his face with your hand as he tries looking up at you. "What?" He chuckles. "Stop that, Y/N. I wanna see you." He smiles as he moves his face from under your palm to smirk up at you before nuzzling more into your thighs. "Like my own personal pillow." He teases and you swat lightly at his broad shoulder. "What? You are!" He laughs. "Not funny. My fat thighs aren't your pillows." You snort and he turns his head to kiss your bare thigh that was only on display because Namjoon begged you to wear a sundress he'd bought for you weeks ago as a 'just because' present. "Yes, they are. I have commanded it..." He smirks. "And don't call them fat." He says as he gives you a look. "I love your thighs, baby." He adds softly, turning his head to kiss your bare skin again, making you blush harder and swat lightly at his arm as he laughs before looking up at you. "Let's start packing up." You say gently after a bit of resting in the silence. Namjoon playfully groans before sitting up to start putting the leftovers back in the basket. You collect the books to put back in your bag but pause whenyou're overcome with the urge to peak in on what Namjoon had been reading these past few days. He must be learning something new because he's been damn near obsessed with this book. You skim the pages for context clues as to what his nose has been buried in and pause as you spot a sentence that has been highlighted. 'The skill of observing is just that: Instead of focusing on the body, have them focus on everything and anything else around them. Mindful breathing is wonderful in that you can do it anytime, anywhere. Focus your attention completely on the new of life, thereby reducing the focus on negative thoughts they may have. And show patience when those thoughts occur anyway'. You blink a bit, slightly confused until you see Namjoon's usual scribbled handwriting next to that paragraph in particular. Little phrases shaped as ideas written a pen, saying things like 'More dates?', 'More traveling?', 'Nature. She likes nature...', 'Quiet. Give her quiet.'. You feel your heartbeat quicken as you silently flip to the front cover of the book since Namjoon had taken off the sleeve of the book. The title is called "Cognitive-Behavioral Therapy: Loving Insecurities". You slowly look over at your boyfriend who was folding up the blanket you two had been laying on, none the wiser to your findings. Your boyfriend who you've only had the honor of calling your boyfriend for 5 months. Your boyfriend who's decided to spend his time off reading up on how to love you better. You slowly walk over to him as he speaks softly about getting ice cream and place a hand on his shoulder to pull him down to your level, kissing his lips softly. He's surprised, but quickly kisses back. You pull away slowly and smile. "I'd love ice cream." You say gently as you stroke his soft skin with the pad of your thumb. He smiles bashfully and nods. "Then let's go..." He says as he finishes packing up.

Bangchan:

"Oh, that's so pretty..." You say as you hold your boyfriend's hand as you stare up at the window display that showed a mannequin wearing a beautiful red, thinned-strapped, sweetheart-lined dress. Going out was a rarity with how busy you two had been lately, but you were enjoying this peaceful moment of mindlessly window shopping. And you knew even though Bangchan would rather be resting lazily at home, he was allowing himself to be dragged around all for your happiness. "Wanna head inside?" The five-foot-seven Korean man asks softly, and it makes you eye the rest of the store. "Nah. Nothing there would fit me. God, if I had that body type..." You sigh as you eye the mannequin, making Bangchan nudge you playfully. "You wanna be headless and plastic?" He asks as he eyes you oddly and you laugh softly. "Yup. The embodiment of beauty." You play along before you continue walking, pulling him along effortlessly. "Well, I for one, like how you are now." He states simply and you chuckle a bit. "Yeah, yeah." You mutter. "What? It's true." He defends lightly as he softly swings your entwined hands back and forth as you two walk through the shopping center. "Okay, sure. Cause it's not like you're my boyfriend who'll be in the doghouse if you say otherwise..." You tease and he laughs softly before kissing your hand tenderly. A full week goes by and as you lay in bed, one night, scrolling through your phone, Bangchan walks into the bedroom of your cozy loft. "Mail." He says as casually as he can master, which for him is an average tone. You look up from your phone and see the box he'd laid out on the edge of the bed for you. "And... What's this?" You ask as you slowly sit up, watching as your boyfriend gets more comfortable on his side of the bed. He gives a slight shrug before watching you the way a child watches their parent open a gift from them. His eyes giving away his emotion like always. The excitement was clear in those eyes. You hum and grab some scissors from your nightstand. You open the box and freeze as you see the same dress that you had stared at through the shop window that day, only it was your size. "How...?" You stop your questioning and look at your boyfriend in shock. "You are the embodiment of beauty, babe." He says in a soft voice as he watches you closely. You feel your face heat up and turn back to the box. You pull the dress out and see it's the exact same one, just as perfect as when you spotted it that day. "How did you even find this?" You ask in awe as you scrunch your nose in pure delighted confusion. You hadn't been able to get this damn clothing item off your mind since that day, and now here it was. Right in front of you, in your grasp and it looked even more beautiful in person. The plus size sections here in Korea weren't as... widely selective as they were in the US. You'd gotten used to seeing a gorgeous clothing item in a store and putting it back on the rack when you saw it wasn't in your size. "I ordered it online. I wasn't gonna watch you give up something you want badly because the store doesn't have your size. That's dumb." He shrugs as you set the dress down and move over to hug and kiss him while he playfully groans like it's killing him. But you see the tips of his ears turn pink at your affection. "You're amazing..." You whisper with a giggle before kissing his lips firmly as he laughs. "Well? What are you waiting for? Try it on!" He says and you giggle excitedly before jumping out of bed and running to the bathroom with the dress in your tight grasp.

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Running out of space, but I will be posting part 2! So, if you're a Seongwha stan, then... Stay tuned!

[ghost-b0i]

Pro hero Deku × pro hero gn reader

Warnings: not sure if there's a need of a warning on this one but there's a mention of a burning building, a dead kid and a woman.

**comforting Izuku after a bad mission**

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"Knew I'll find you here" You spoke calmly as you walked over to the edge of the building, stopping behind Izuku to give him a hug from behind. Your hands sliding down from his shoulders got his attention and he quickly looked up at you. A few tears were wailing up in the corner of his eyes, causing his to eyes sparkle at the light from the sunset. Izuku pressed his cheek against your arm, finding comfort in your touch.

You gave his forehead a small kiss before moving to sit next to him on the edge of the building.

It was silent for a moment, you looked over at the city. You could see all of it from up here, from the ocean slowly swallowing the sun to the park next to the building you were on. You watched as the sky switched colors, the stars slowly coming into view as the purple and pink was fading away from the sky.

"You we're never good at keeping things from me you know?" You asked, turning your gaze to him. "It's because the mission we had today doesn't it?"

He nodded and you started replaying the event in your head. There was a fire, a massive one. It burnt down a few buildings. You had to rescue civilians but as far as you knew you rescued them all.

"Something happened" You staited "something only you knew happened" He nodded in response, his gaze still fixated at the setting sun. "You wanna talk about it?" You asked, grabbing his hand and giving it a comforting squeeze.

He took a deep breath and sighed "there was this lady" He said softly "she lived on the eight floor. I tried to get her out but she kept trying to run back to her apartment, she tried to grab a teddy bear from one of the rooms. I tried to run after her but the whole building was starting to collapse on itself at this point. I was trying to get her out but she said this teddy bear was the only thing she has left from her son. There were pictures on the wall of her and a bold kid in a hospital gal on the wall I'm guessing he was sick... When she said that I finally let go of her hand and she run to the room and was running back to me with it in her arms..." His voice was starting to break as tears stated to wale up in his eyes "but I wasn't fast enough.. " He started to sob and you gave his hand a squeeze,trying to comfort him "she died when the ceiling fell..." He was sobbing now, his voice shakey "I didn't even have time to get her corpse out so she could be buried" He broke down, starting to sob uncontrollably. You hugged him trying to reassure him it'll be okay. His head rested on your chest as he cried, muffeled sobs escaping him.

"I keep thinking that if I was fast enough maybe I could have saved her" He sobbed "maybe she could still be here if I was just fast enough"

You petted his head, running your hand over his hair in an attempt to calm him down a bit.

"Sometimes it doesn't matter how fast we are" You said and pressed a kiss to his head "sometimes no matter what we do, we will never be fast enough.. But even so, it just means we can get better you know?" You stroke his hair with one hand while the other stroked his back "for now... Focus on who you did save, like the pregnant lady and her other four kids, or that ugly chiwawa who looked like he was on something" You both chuckled softly "or that fat orange cat that constantly had his tounge out, or that Lady who was so hooked on her book she was still trying to read while you saved her" He chuckled softly and looked up at you, you placed your hand on his cheek, wiping away a tear with your thumb. "You have to remember the people you did save, and when you can you can try do what I do"

Izuku smiled softly "and what do you do?"

"Well, for started, if I wasn't able to save someone I donate blood. It helps me when I know I might didn't save that one person but maybe I saved someone else's. But if I lost no one and I just need to cheer myself up I buy some stuffed animals and go to the hospital to give them to sick children, seeing them smile makes it a little easier, knowing I did something good for someone else.. It just makes easier you know?"

Izuku kissed the inside of your wrist "I think I should do that" He smiled softly. "I'll go donate blood tomorrow so I could save someone else's life"

You smiled at him, wiping another tear "maybe we can go together?" He nodded.

"Thanks for making it easier on me" He spoke "you always find a way to make me smile when I'm sad"

"That's why you proposed to me" You smiled "you saud, and I quote 'you make everything better' "

He chuckled "I did, didn't I?" He looked at you "well it's true, you always find a way to make me smile when I get like this"

You giggled "I know, that's my magic" You looked over at the now dark sky "we can stay here a bit longer if you want to"

"I think I wanna go home" He smiled "take a cold shower and get ready for bed"

You nodded "okay"

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Okay, just to clarify when I say an ugly chiwawa I mean this:

Hope it made you laugh like it made me lol.

[cryscendo]

11. Travel!au

7. Childhood friends

23. You know your book is upside-down, right? (If this is duplicated then my backups are au 14, trope 9, prompt 34)

this one was incredibly cute and fun to do! it gave me an opportunity to write flustered blaine, which i love doing!

Word Count: 736

If anyone else would like to send in a prompt, you can do so here!

Fic can be read under the cut!

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“Attention, everyone. Flight 283 to New York is now boarding.”

“Blaine, c’mon! We’re boarding! We don’t wanna be late!”

With an unmatched eagerness, Kurt directed them towards their boarding gate. Though it should certainly be said that there was absolutely no way they were going to be anything less than punctual if Kurt was the one who was in charge of making sure they got where they were supposed to be.

Blaine couldn’t blame Kurt for his excitement, however. He knew Kurt loved New York more than anything. He also knew that if it weren’t for his dad’s health taking a surprising decline, Kurt would still be living there and not back in Ohio. Blaine feels for Kurt in many ways, though he had to admit, at least only to himself, that he liked having Kurt back in Ohio with him. It felt incredibly selfish, but it was the truth.

He and Kurt have been friends since elementary school. And even back then, Blaine knew that Kurt had no interest in staying in Ohio. That was kind of where the two of them differed. Blaine was quite content where he was. Kurt was not. The few years that Kurt was away in New York was the hardest few years of Blaine’s life. He truly could feel the distance, even if they had Skyped frequently. He would never tell Kurt that, though. He never wanted to be the reason why his best friend couldn’t live to his fullest potential.

But Kurt is back now! And not only that, but they’re taking a trip to New York together. Kurt was looking forward to showing Blaine all his favorite parts of the state. Blaine was mostly just looking forward to having Kurt to himself for two weeks. 

Because as much he hates it to be true, he never did shake his stupid, fat crush on his best friend. And these days, that has only been amplified. During childhood and even into their teenage years, Kurt was always incredibly reserved about being perceived in any way that was even remotely sexual. Nowadays, however, he’s a changed man. New York changed him. He’s confident, alluring, and if Blaine were to be so bold in his word choice, sexy.

Blaine can’t stop himself from staring at him.

Once they were seated on the plane, he and Kurt adjusted their belongings to get comfortable. Kurt pulled out a sketchpad and opened it up to a design that he had been working on. Blaine wishes that Kurt could have continued working for Vogue, but obviously the high fashion market doesn’t really reach Ohio.

Blaine took a book out that he had been reading and opened it up. He was trying to focus on the page, but he was finding it hard with Kurt sitting right next to him looking immaculate. No matter how hard he tried, his attention kept being pulled away from his book and towards the line of Kurt’s jaw, or the slope of his nose. It was unbelievably distracting.

“Uh, Blaine?”

Blaine’s attention was fully on Kurt immediately. “Yeah, Kurt?”

Kurt nodded down to the book in Blaine’s hands. “You know your book is upside-down, right?” 

Huh. It sure is. Blaine flips the book the correct way around, a blush spreading across his cheeks. “You’re right, th-thanks.”

“You feeling alright?”

“Yeah!” Blaine replies, already knowing that he sounded far too energetic to be convincing. “Just a bit nervous about flying is all.”

Kurt gave him a look of genuine concern, and damn it, why does he have to be so caring? “I didn’t know you were afraid of flying.”

That’s not the only thing you don’t know about me, Blaine thought, a bit pathetically. “Yeah, a little, but I’ll be fine!” He offered Kurt a smile that he hoped came off as believable. “Once we get past take off, I’m sure it’ll be easy-going from there.”

“If you say so.” Kurt then patted his knee in a way that Blaine was sure was supposed to be purely friendly, but all he could think about was the heat of Kurt’s touch and how it somehow managed to warm his whole body. Once a silence fell back between them, Blaine forced himself to look back down at his book (which was now turned the correct way), but he couldn’t focus on the words at all.

This was going to be a long trip.

[berrypass-de-murdler]

2-2. The Zeppeliving and the Dead

hfnsdkjfhnkgfsg i thought I got an ask/message but it was a reminder of where to post something </3

First book 2 character dropped, President White is supposed to be the most generic-looking furry girl of all time. So her design is unoriginal on purpose don't kill me-

Anyway already kinda hate her just because I decided to make her look like this lmao

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

Logico has to go. And due to the one-sided invitation, he has no choice but to say a tearful goodbye to Inspector Irratino. They hug at the dropoff, and for a long, long time.

IRRATINO: Please don’t go… LOGICO: Irratino, you told me I should do this. I have to. IRRATINO: If you don’t make it, I’ll… LOGICO: IRRATINO. I will be fine. I’m not leaving forever.

The goat buries his face into Gico.

LOGICO: My goodness. You are such a crybaby. [pats him]

He finally manages to break free from the emotional goat, and head onto the plane - sorry, zeppelin (A fat-ass blimp!). Despite the single invitation, Captain Slate and Dr. Crimson have also appeared to join him.

SLATE: Logico. CRIMSON: Logi-HELLOOOOO… LOGICO: Well. This will be so fun.

An upper-class wolf girl is in the best seat, the one Logico really wants.

WHITE: Sorry, munchkin. President’s seat. LOGICO: MUNCHKIN?!?!! SLATE: You can sit with me.

He does. As they fly, the turbulence suddenly increases drastically.

WHITE: I DIDN’T PAY FOR THIS!

Logico is about to throw up, and stumbles toward the cockpit to give the pilot a piece of his mind.

Guess where the pilot is? (That’s right - dead.) A robot is driving! 

WHITE: I DEFINITELY, DID NOT PAY FOR THIS!! LOGICO: Everyone calm down! I’m a professional detective! SLATE/CRIMSON: We know. LOGICO: She didn’t! WHITE: I COULD HAVE GUESSED!!

Thank goodness the blimp is over the water, but the nonstop shaking makes looking for clues very hard.

CRIMSON: PRETTY GIRL…. I’ll give you MY parachute if you’ll give me more MONEY! WHITE: Everyone has a parachute already!  CRIMSON: But you look GREEDY… WHITE: UGH!!

Slate is just standing around, holding a cup of coffee (that she couldn’t drink anyway). It’s splashing everywhere and is so hot it’s burning holes in the floor. Logico has to parkour around her.

LOGICO: Could you put that down for a moment?? SLATE: I’d rather not. I don’t want people near me.

Everyone is incredibly suspicious, as usual. Logico gets a message from Tino! 

IRRATINO: HI Logico! Just thought I should tell you, I got a weird vision of some kind of hot liquid burning a parachute. You miiiight wanna check that out!

Logico looks over. Slate’s coffee is burning through the emergency parachutes! 

LOGICO: [scream] SLATE! GET AWAY FROM THE PARACHUTES!! SLATE: …No…

Wow, this is infuriating! Logico finally matches burn marks on the dead pilot to a taser that Crimson is holding. She snarls like a psychopath.

CRIMSON: I had a VERY GOOD reason, and it was for a VERY GOOD cause, and if you GIVE ME A MOMENT I’LL EXPLAIN!

They stare in silence.

LOGICO: WELL??

Crimson steals President White’s parachute and jumps into the ocean! She cackles like a witch and fades into the fog.

The end!

ummmmmm I'm always looking for people to talk to so I'm just berrypass on discord <3

Also I'm trying to make a murdle roleplay on roblox using avatar creator and it is um

Aureolin fought Obsidian and won by throwing her into a campfire so it's going great

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[hypnoswap]

Son of a warlock #3

Just a day of fun

At 18 I received my powers,I learn how to cast spells I could hypnotize people and give them triggers to really improve themselves or make them look like idiots. It’s been a lot of fun over the last three years now that I’m in my last year of college I tend to try Improve the underdog, or taking down the alpha or bully a notch or too.

I still like to hit the gym It’s one of my favorite playgrounds. well today I get up had for the subway to go to the gym as I’m on the subway sitting across from me too good looking guys I couldn’t help but notice they both look like they were under endowed, one was reading the other look like he was ready to fall asleep, so I cast a little spell on them to increase their balls and cock 50 percent to see if they would notice as a cast the spell I look intently as there cocks started to stretch out and balls started to inflate the one that was reading I could see he was started to shift around in the seat he lifted his book up and looked down at his bulge You could see a look of bewilderment As he took his hand and coupled his junk as he had his hand checking out his new endowment Decided to give him another surprise and cast another spell to make it 25% more bigger as he had his hand there He could tell that he could feel it getting bigger as you could see his bulge getting bigger than his hand. The other guy sorta was just dozed off through the whole process.

So this is the kind of things I do all day long when I get bored. Well I arrive at the gym. I check in, go to the locker room change into my workout clothes. go to a treadmill to warm up The guy next to me I’ve seen many times at the gym his name is Jim we’ve had casual conversation he is a nice guy , every time I’m there. I pretty much watched him working out but with little change. well today I decided to make Jim his lucky day. I looked at the timer on those treadmill. He’s been there five minutes. I cast a spell on him for every minute he stayed on the treadmill. He would lose 1 pound of fat and gain 1 pound of muscle that day I was curious how far he would go so I stayed on my treadmill so I could watch him change as he kept going. It took about 15 minutes before I could really start noticing a difference. I looked over at Jim. He just smiled. Not realizing what was happening yet. I told Jim to keep up the good work you’re starting to look fit, he replied with a smile thanks another five minutes go by Jim looks down at his body, you could tell he looked confused, but he kept walking on the treadmill. His clothes were getting baggy on him , after another 8 to 10 minutes. Jim was really starting to look amazing at that point his shorts started to fall down his legs. He grabbed them and held them up and proceeded to the locker room, I wish I was there to see his look on his face when he looked in the mirror., the next time I saw Jim on the treadmill, he was shirtless, showing off his new hot body.

Well, I get off the treadmill head to the locker room as I was changing I hear a voice say hey Steve I turned around it was Pete a kid I talk to time to time, Pete was a skinny nerd type kid. I told Pete I’ve been seeing you a-lot more at the gym, how’s it been going? Pete replied well it’s been tough at high school. I’ve been getting picked on a lot because of my size so I’m trying to get bigger. I asked why are they picking on you? He said well look at me I am skinny and in the locker room, they call me teeny Pete. And I’ve seen Pete changed before he was teeny in every way, and I decided that I was going to change him that day. I told Pete that I can do hypnosis I can set triggers so he’ll wanna work out harder and he should get bigger in no time, Pete said that would be great. I would be up for that anything to get the boys off my back. So I Hypnotize Pete and give him a trigger that every morning he wakes up we’ll have the desire to go to the gym that each time he picks up weights he’ll get a pump that makes him feel really good the more he pumps the weights the better he feels at the end of the workout that he would feel amazing. He could feel his muscles growing and testosterone building up in his cock and balls you will have a sense of well-being and being proud of your body I let Pete remember the triggers and the conversation so you can remember and understand why he is changing so much . Pete thank me and say God, I hope this works. I told him my pleasure. I look forward to seeing what you look like in a month he just smiled then he asked me why did you tell me I would feel the testosterone in my cock and balls, I replied, I was hoping That that might trigger a late puberty and increase everything if you know what I mean, he just gave me a big smile said well that would be amazing and thank me again .

Little did Pete know I also was going to cast a spell to increase his success for every day for the next month that he worked out he would gain a pound of muscle and gain a quarter inch of cock and a quarter inch in his balls for the month . I don’t think he will be called teeny Pete for much longer.

Well, on the way home again I’m sitting on the subway notice a guy with a little bulge in his pants sitting across from me again so I decided to cast another spell because I was bored, that every five minutes that he stayed seated, his cock and balls when increased 25% as was sitting , five minutes go by and all of a sudden I see him start to expand a little he starts to move around in his seat , the man could feel he sack expanding he looks down you could see a slight smile and his face, another five minutes goes by and again he’s getting bigger again he looks down and I think he was starting to wonder what was going on. He tried to put his hands down to cover up the obvious bulge. But he remains seated , again another five minutes goes by and it started to look like his balls were going to bust out of his jeans now I’ll look of concern came over a face. it really did look amazing. There’s no way he’ll be able to cover that up for now on, but it was my stop so I had to get off. I just wonder how long he remain seated before he stood up and if he got any bigger.

I was sitting at home and about a month went by so I decided to go back to the gym to see if Pete had made a lot of progress. I’m hoping that he went to the gym every day he’ll be a big stud.

I arrive at the gym, started my workout. No sign of Pete was kind of disappointed. I walked into the locker room to change when Pete walked in and said hi, I looked at him and my jaw dropped. He looked really amazing. He came up to me and said thanks for everything that you did that hypnotism really works, I told him it was my pleasure and that he looked great. I bet you’re not being bullied anymore, Pete said no , they wanted to work out with me now, they wanted to know my secret. And that trigger to start a late puberty really worked. My balls are huge and my cock actually grew another 8 inches. No one calls me teeny Pete anymore. I can’t thank you enough you really change my life I told Pete enjoy your youth you worked hard for it. He had a sexy little smile on his face. He had a tear in his eye and actually came up and gave me a hug. After Pete left, I figured who can I help next it’s people like him that keep me doing what I’m doing

Well stay tuned for my next adventure. Hope you enjoyed. I accidentally hit post before I proofread I corrected my errors and reposted.����

[sunnyie-eve]

3 | Slytherin Nerd

Series: Little Things

Paring: Mattheo Riddle x OFC Potter!

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Might be a few mistakes

| MASTERLIST |

In the great hall while we were all studying the boys wouldn't shut up, and I've noticed over the past few days Pansy is the type of girl who tries to fit in with the guys.

"You're good at potions, right?" Mattheo sits next to me.

"Yeah. And you heard from the other Slytherin's that if you need help come to me?" I giggle. 

"Yeah."

 "Mattheo, who was your dad?" Draco asks. 

Also yeah, over the days Mattheo has been way more outgoing fitting right in with the other Slytherin's mostly Draco's group. "I don't know." I notice his body language changed, so I knew he was lying to Draco.

"Draco, I'm trying to help him study." I huff. 

"Sorry, nerd." I roll my eyes. 

"Hey, she may be a nerd but she's helped us pass assignments." Theo tells him. 

"He's right." Enzo nods his head. 

I grab my stuff and tell Mattheo to come with me down to an empty part of the table. "They never shut up." Mattheo says making me giggle. 

"You do the exact same thing all the time with them when you aren't the one trying to study." I explain to him. 

"Hey, at least I don't join the conversations about how purebloods are better wizards. I was told my biological parents did and my adoptive parents don't. Also when you think about it it's nasty." He makes a point making me laugh but then stop. 

"So your real parents were on the bad side? I think they were called Death Eaters." 

He sighs, "Actually both but my adoptive ones have changed their ways. My adoptive dad works in the Muggle world and my adoptive mom works in the Ministry of Magic that deals with Muggle-borns." He explains to me. 

"That's good. Since I grew up outside of magic and know nothing about what happened, I've been-," 

He cuts me off, "Reading anything you can find about what happened. I know. You're eyes are always glue to something." I laugh.

"Can't help I'm a book worm. Can I ask you a question?" He nods his head. "Why did you lie to Draco about your dad?" I whisper to him. 

"You noticed, huh." He whispers too so I nod my head. "It's just he was a really bad person and I don't wanna be like him or associated with him. Don't tell anyone I told you."

I nod my head, "I promise." 

He gives me a smile as there was a sudden boom making us all look at the Gryffindor table. "Are you excited for flying?" Mattheo changes the topic. 

"I'm sure us as first years aren't going to actually fly yet." I explain to him. 

"True." He says before we all start to get ready to go outside. 

Madame Hooch has tells us what to do by stepping up to the left side of our brooms then stick our right hand over the broom and say up. Harry gets his up right before me then a few seconds later Draco does too. 

"Well you seem like you got it down." Theo laughs at me. 

I couldn't help but laugh when Ron's hits him in the face. "Shut up, Harry. You too Hazel." Ron glares over at me.

Once we got a hold of our brooms she told us to mount it and grip it tight. She wants us just to hover for a minute but Neville doesn't have control and takes off and ends up hurting himself. 

"Draco that's not yours." I see him pick up Neville's Remembrall. 

"Did you see his face? Maybe if that fat lump had given this a squeeze, he would have remembered to fall on his fat ass." Draco says making the Slytherin's laugh. 

Harry goes up to him saying to give it back but Draco doesn't want to. Draco fly's off then Harry goes after him. "Your brother can fly well for his first time." Sienna walks up to me. 

"Well? No, great for his first time." Willow joins us. 

"You can't stand him." Mattheo laughs. 

"How can you tell?" I look at him. 

"I just can."

When Harry comes back with the ball McGonagall takes Harry away but I don't think he will get in trouble. While I walk around school with the girls, Theo and Enzo come up to us. "Did you hear?" Enzo asks us. 

"What?" Sienna asks. 

"Harry is the new Gryffindor Seeker." Enzo tells us. 

"No way! First years never make the house teams." She freaks out. 

"I feel like it shouldn't be far." Theo rolls his eyes. 

"Well if he's really good then it's fine. He's got a natural talent." I speak up. 

"Of course you will say that he's your brother." Theo gives me a look. 

"Of course you will say what you said because you're jealous he's a natural at flying." I snap back. 

"There's a Slytherin characteristic I've been waiting to see." He smirks at me. 

"Shut up, Theodore." I smile leaving them going over to Harry, Ron and Hermione. "I heard the good news." I grab Harry by his shoulders. 

"I just told Harry it's in your blood. Follow me." Hermione leads us to a part of the school and points something out to us. 

We see our dad was all a seeker. "Wow, you get to be part of something dad was apart of." I smile at Harry. 

"Hey, next year you should try out to be the seeker for Slytherin. Maybe you are just as good too. Siblings rivals." Hermione laughs. 

"Well I don't know if I'm any good. I didn't get to get my feet off the ground." I explain to them. "

But like Harry you got the broom to go up in your hand right away." Ron adds before they go to there common room and I go to mine.

"Where did you go off to?" Enzo asks as I join them. 

"Hermione showed Harry and I that our dad was also the seeker for Gryffindor." I take a seat.

"That Mudblood." Draco makes a disgusting face and a few laugh with him. 

"You can be an ass with your Pureblood supremacy but I want no part in that. So try to stay quiet when I'm around you. It's funny you think you're better when in reality it's just a bunch of marrying into the same family multiple of times. Basically every Pureblood wizard is related to each other some way. Sorry but I don't want to marry my cousin." I snap standing up going to the other side of the room. 

"Hazel..." Pansy follows me. 

"What?" I open my book. 

"I know we have different beliefs and when you are around me... I will try to control it because I think it's an advantage to have a Potter as a friend." I look up at her.

"So you just see me as an advantage?" I say and she's lost for words. "Pansy, you are nice when you aren't being a mean girl. But I don't wanna be friends with someone like that because I grew up getting picked on by my cousin. Now please tell the others I want to be alone." She just looks down and leaves. 

I sit alone and read my book for awhile till someone comes sits next to me. "I really want to know why the sorting hat put you here." Theo closes my book. 

"Because I have stronger Slytherin traits over my Gryffindor traits. You and a few others only ask that because I'm not a bully like you. Being a Slytherin it's not about being a bully... it's about the ambition, resourcefulness, determination, and cleverness we have. From what I've gather Slytherin only had a bad reputation because of rude bullies like you all." I explain to him.

Theo just starts to shake his head smiling at me, "Hazel Potter, I think you are trying to make me a better person." He laughs. "Only around you though. I got a reputation with the guys." He gets up leaving me. 

"Mattheo." I say his name as he walks pass me. 

"Thought you wanted to be alone." He walks over to me. 

"Theo, ruined it by coming over." I laugh as he sits next to me. 

"I know I'm you're favorite out of the guys." He laughs making me look at him. 

"Can you read minds or something?" I raise an eyebrow at him. 

"Nope, I can just read your eyes." I nod my head looking at him.

-

"Morning." Enzo walks by my side as we head to class. 

"Morning. Where's your two other Musketeers?" I don't see Theo and Mattheo. 

"Where's your two?" He looks for Willow and Sienna. 

"Getting ready still." I say as we walk into Professor Flitwick class. "You're here early." I see Draco sitting with his dogs. 

"I beat you here? Wow." He laughs as I take a seat with Enzo. 

Suddenly Mattheo and Theo come crashing in bickering and pushing each other. "I called it first." Theo pulls Mattheo back and rushes to the seat next to me. 

"Fine, you win." Mattheo sits on the other side of Enzo. 

"What?" I ask confused. 

"A bet/race." They both say together. 

"Okay..."

During class we go over what we've been learning and now get to levitate at feather. "Swish and Flick." We all repeat with him. "And enunciate. Wingardium Leviosa." He tells us and we all try. I was first to get it and the boys call me a nerd again but Flitwick only notices that Hermione got.

As Theo goes to say something Seamus makes another explosion with his feather this time. "Professor, Hazel levitated her feather before Granger did." Theo speaks up making Flitwick apologize for not seeing me first. 

"You didn't have to do that." I turn my head to look at him. 

"I wanna make sure my friend got noticed." He smiles.

 After class we walk behind Ron, Harry, Seamus and Dean. "She's a nightmare, honestly. No wonder she hasn't got any friends." Ron says making her rush past them. 

"I think she heard you." Harry tells him. 

"Really guys?" I shake my head at them going after Hermione. "Don't let people get to you. You're smart and were just trying to help him say it right." I say as we both enter the bathroom. 

"I get made fun of for being smart." She wipes her tears away. 

"I think it's more because you show off how smart you are." I laugh. "Hey, I get made fun for being smart too." I try to help her out. "If you need a friend to talk to I'm here for you. I could really use friends outside of my house because they will drive me insane at some point." I say making her chuckle a little bit. 

"Thank you, Hazel." She smiles. 

"I know the feelings of wanting to cry alone so I'll leave you be." I back out to the door. 

"Thanks for being the first to let me call them a friend." She sniffles. 

"Of course." I leave the bathroom. 

"Your mu- your friend okay?" Theo asks waiting for me in the hall with Mattheo and Enzo. 

"She just needs some space to cry. I know the feeling very well." I tell them before we go on our way to finish our classes.

-

"Potter, did you take notes during potions?" Draco asks me as we all eat dinner. 

"Did you really just asked her that?" Pansy gives him a look. 

"You heard what I asked. So?" Draco asks. 

"Yes, Malfoy, I did. And no, you can't copy them." I smile at him. 

"Why not?" He he stops eating. 

"Because instead of paying attention you were messing around with Crabbe and Goyle." I tell him. 

"You can copy mine." Theo lets him know. 

"But they aren't your notes... You copied from Hazel." Mattheo laughs. 

"They're in my book so they are my notes." He shrugs his shoulders. 

"Troll! In the dungeon! Troll in the dungeon! Thought you ought of know." Professor Quirrell comes running in then passes out. We all panic so Dumbledore yells for us to be silent then lead to our dorms by our prefects.

"I wanna see it." Theo stops me and Mattheo. 

"Are you crazy?" I shout at him. 

"Where is your brother going?" We see Harry and Ron run off so the guys drag me to follow them. "We lost them because you're so slow." Theo whines as we walk around empty halls. 

"I don't want to get in trouble." I say then hear yelling. "Hermione!" I run ahead of the boys and they follow me. 

As I enter the bathroom I see Harry on the trolls shoulders. "Harry!" I shout as the boys join me. 

"Ew." Ron, Theo, and Mattheo say as Harry's wand goes in the trolls nose. 

"Do something!" Harry shouts as the troll holds him upside down. 

"What?" Ron looks around. "

Anything!" Harry tells. 

Ron pulls out his wand, "Flitwick's class!" Theo shouts at Ron. 

"Swish and Flick." I tell Ron.

"Wingardium Leviosa." Ron stops the troll from hitting Harry with his club. It falls down on its head and knocks him out. Harry crawls backwards and Mattheo helps him move out of the way. 

"You okay?" I ask him and Hermione. 

"Is it dead?" Theo asks. 

"I don't think so. Just knocked out." Harry tells him then pulls out his wand. 

Professor McGonagall, Quirrell, and Snape come rushing in. "Explains yourselves, all five of you!" She points at us. 

"Well, what it is-," We all five start to speak. 

"It's my fault, Professor McGonagall." Hermione speaks up making us all look at her. She lies saying she went looking for the troll because she read about them and thought she could handle it. "But I was wrong. If they hadn't come and found me, I'd probably be dead." Hermione tells her.

"5 points will be taken from Gryffindor. As for you five... I just hope you realize how fortunate you are. Not many first year students could take on a fully grown mountain troll and live to tell the tale. 5 points... will be awarded to each of you... for sheer dumb luck." We all leave going to our dorms. 

"Thanks for helping us." Harry says as we get to the part we split off. 

"Theo wanted to find it just for fun but then I heard Hermione yell so I ran fast." I smile to her. 

"Thank you." She smiles back. 

"Anytime." I wave goodbye. 

"We just got 15 house points because I wanted to see the troll." Theo wants a high five. 

"We got them because Granger said we helped save her." Mattheo smacks him as we make our way to the dorm.

[joshisurcrush]

'The Host' by Stephanie Meyer

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Dawg I'm gonna be really honest, I hated the novel for the first 200 pages. It was so edgy for no reason, the author was so mysterious and cryptic with it, but not in an appealing way; more in an edgy 13-year-old's angst fanfiction. I read this book because it was literally the only English book left in the school library that I hadn't read yet, and I didn't want to sit around bored at break. I'm gonna cover a lot of stuff in the book, that isn't mentioned on the cover or in most reviews, so here's a fat spoiler warning, since I'll be discussing things even more thoroughly than I would in other reviews.

First off, I wanna make it very clear to fellow aromantic individuals that this book is going to be either a) very funny, b) a case study, or c) hard to read. For me it was all three of those things. See, Stephenie Meyer, author of The Host, also wrote "Twilight" which y'all may have heard of. I saw "written by Stephenie Meyer, author of the *twilight saga*" on the cover of the book and gagged. Well, she's good at what she does, I'm gonna say, but that doesn't necessarily mean that I like it. Some parts of the book just had me frowning at the words on the page, the parts where one of the two main characters makes out with her partner (Melanie and Jared), for example. That part had me sitting in my chair thinking "Are people actually like this?" and "What the fu(dge), this is so cheesy." Right? But then there were other parts, (Wanda and Ian), where I found the romantic moments cute/funny. I think it’s mainly because the Wanda-Ian bond is more of the lighthearted cutesy friends-to-lovers bond, and not the “rah hot sexy ownership mmm sex” bond the way that Melanie and Jarend’s is written.

I digress, well, I think I should get to explaining. I'm not going to explain exactly why everything happens, but I'm going to list facts that you just have to believe me. Wanda is an alien parasite in Melanie's body, who controls Melanie's body entirely, but they're friends and can hear each other's thoughts. Jared is in love with Melanie, Jeb is Melanie's uncle and owns a secret underground base where most of the story takes place, and Jamie is Melanie's little (teenage) brother. Then there's super-sexy Ian who's in love with Wanda (the parasite) and somewhat-sexy Kyle, twin brother of Ian, who happens to be really violent and tried to kill Wanda (in Melanie's body) twice. Oh, and there's Doc, the kind surgeon. There's other characters but I don't think they'll be all that relevant to my review. 

Well, I like Wanda, the main character. Ironically, it's in her parasite species' nature to attempt to please everyone, be nice and always keep everyone's best interest in mind, even at her own expense. Also, unrelated, but this is one of the stories with female characters that I thoroughly enjoy. As a guy I prefer stories with strong male leads, it's just my personal preference, and stories with female leads tend to feel flat and weak, or "forced-strong", or stereotypical in some way. Mosquitoland had a good female lead, along with Falling Into Place, and The Host. These are some good female leads/characters that I can thoroughly enjoy because there's inner conflict, backstory dimension and history, more than just a single objective or focus (a lot of love-stories tend to make the female character into this caricature of what a girl is, and I hate it because women have vivid internal lives and a boiled-down simplification simply doesn’t do it justice imo). Back to Wanda, though. 

She becomes more and more human throughout the book (which is supposed to be like, a big thing. I bet Meyer was proud of that one.) It's underlined as the story goes on; Wanda compares herself and her emotions to the human ones and talks about how Earth is so unique and different from the other planets she's lived on, etc. You definitely feel an interesting but slight shift in her narration as the novel progresses, evolving with the number of connections she makes with the people around her. 

Also, I like how Stephenie Meyer managed to separate Mel and Wanda from each other so distinctly. You get a feeling for how different the two of them are from each other, and how they each have their own principles and ideas, and they're like night and day, even though their actions are the same throughout the story. Talking about characters also, I like the way that all characters a) serve a purpose/role, and b) they're fleshed out well enough for me and c) they're not all written the same way, which is a fat pet peeve of mine. I hate when a story has three sarcastic characters, four strong men, and three quirky girls. They're all characterized differently, which makes Stephanie Meyer better at writing than whoever was behind the new arrangement of Marvel movies. Do not crucify me in the notes for having said that, I’ll get very sad. 

LMAO Imagine being a Marvel superfan and trying to read a normal thriller or something, I feel like a Marvel superfan would gasp and flail on the floor like a fish on land if the murderer doesn’t go “erm.. Well that just happened 🤓” after brutally snuffing the lives out of his victim(s).

Plus, the story had the first good love triangle (tm) consisting of one body shared by Mel and Wanda, Jared and Ian. And the thing that makes it interesting to me is the fact that it's two couples (Wanda + Ian, and Jared + Melanie) who sort of have to work around the fact that both of the girls share the same body, which leads to jealousy between the two guys and Melanie and things like that. I found it interesting, it's so much better than the usual, and wildly annoying trope of "who will they pick! woo! two choices!" type of love triangle that I couldn't give two sharts about. 

The one thing, though, that bumps this story up to its rating, from a six, is the ending. The ending is genuinely the happiest ending I've ever read. Nobody dies. Everyone wins. Everyone is happy and complete; nobody is left alone or heartbroken, and it ends on a good note (since this book doesn't and will not have a sequel.) It just wraps everything up really nicely, it actually had me grinning and screaming "Good for them!" internally. It's the best ending to a book I've gotten to read in a really, really long time.

[antique-forvalaka]

love that the powdermage idea made it to the wip game! I'm reading it now and preparing for all hell to break loose! But I wanna know about the one titled HY_Journey!

(referring to this ask game)

ahahahah yeah, and im ecstatic to know someone else is giving the books a try!!!! Though to be honest that wip is the lowest on my priority list atm...

anyways, the HY Journey one is the same story born from this 'daily hwz thought' by sky, and it's technically a spin-off of a different HY centric post-canon story in the works as well (called Find It On Your Own.)

Highlights of this one are just Ying'er vibing with his asshole of a horse <3

(plus it's almost done 👀)

He only really has time to use his new writing supplies to pen a letter in the evening, when he merely has flickering candlelight to see by. Han Ying still hates writing like this; mission reports he can do but for more sentimental letters he always lacks words. He never quite knows what to write once he sits down with a brush in hand, even though it comes so easy whenever he’s outside and pretending to describe his travels to his xiongdi. In the end it comes out incredibly stilted, but at least the important parts will be conveyed: he’s healthy and happy, the horse is fine as well, and he’s on his way back – estimates an arrival 5 weeks from now. Then Han Ying tries his hand at a painting, after all he still has two sheets left, and he knows the others will enjoy it. And anyways, Siji manor expects its disciples to be proficient in this just as much as in disguise skills. He ends up painting a small stream he passed on the way, a big mountain looming in the distance – the sight reminded him of the ascent to Siji manor proper. When he spills a bit of ink over the lower half he also manages to turn the mistake into a rough doodle of a fat Dafei rolling on the ground, though in the end the blotchy shape of the ink still manages to give off the impression of a particularly ungainly cat more than a horse.