#love the giddyness of this ask....

[wombrion]

you are my favorite falin artist. i have been thinking about your falins for MONTHS i have been obsessed with em even BEFORE i got into dunmeshi and i just wanna say thank you thank you thank you thank you your art is incredibly inspiring i hope you always have fun doing what you love and i cannot wait to see more of your creations in the future!!!! blows you a girlkiss :]

teehe thank u!! heres a wip of her.. god knows when ill get around to it

[bucchiboo]

I'm crying because I love the idea of correspondence between the students leaving next year and I'd love to see more of it. The white day cards are so cute that I just want to elaborate (hc) on handwriting and maybe even writing quirks. Just Malleus (for now...)

Malleus would be really interested in how his partner writes, it's all so fascinating to him and he's a pattern noticer. The noticerrrr. And he sees so much that he even finds himself compiling all the repetitive actions you take when writing -not just what you're writing, and brings them to you to discuss further. The way you slant letters, when your pen lets up, if you type then the frequency of paragraph breaking, how you insert images, etc. I think it'd be something like "Did you know you tend to smudge the paper when you reach the furthest margin, are you perhaps left-handed? Oya, you are? I knew that to be the case." He says with a slight smile and downturned gaze because he knows he ate that. Sherlock Horns.

He would get overzealous about the fact that you're only a word away and would immediately call you with his archaic phone and pester you until you receive it. His Correspondence wouldn't actually be a surprise because you are usually visited by a heavy knock on your door and fae appropriate fanfare when it arrives, that's just etiquette when writing royalty. But, he always calls you the day he receives it so that you know he shall be returning post haste and he intends to dazzle you. In fact, you'll spend so long speaking to each other about what was written to him, that when you finally get his response, it's more or less just recapping what you spoke of two days prior. He can't hide his giddyness, even if he keeps a cool baritone while on the phone. Because you're a kind person, you pretend that his tail happily thumping against the ground is inaudible, because you know he can't help it.

He is going to surprise you by the emojis he uses because WHO taught you that!?!? He learned these from Cater and Lilia, but he doesn't change the way he speaks. It's "Good evening, How have you've been? The summer season of Briar Valley is particularly exhausting and hot💧, I am very bothered by the heat of it all.🥵🥵" and when Lilia intercepts it, he's like "that's a perfect sentence, go ahead and send it. Actually, one note, send more sweating emojis, it's really hot this summer, right?"

Your messages go through a diverse array of moderators and middle men. Those people being his Grandmother, who reminds him that he's a prince, Lilia and Silver (the two who initially opened the letter, and finally his transcriber and narrator, Sebek who scoffs at the quality of the smut you're peddling his young master, who shouldn't even be hearing this, but he'll read on against his better judgement. (It's literally benign, the furthest thing from smut, Malleus argues). His letters would look a little like this:

21.09.19XX Child, It's been nice knowing you.😌 Why do I say that? Since we've met, it seems as if Briar Valley has taken a lead in comedy and our collective temperament could not be more jovial. Your humorous description of your familiar, Grim child, was very well received by my Grandmother, as I was awoken early enough to the sounds of insects humming and birds chirping well into the night to read it aloud to me, guffawing as she spoke. (I apologize, I cannot stop her from opening my mail, but we're working on her problematic behavior, that's a fact.😉) She in particular has asked if she may keep it, you know how older individuals are with their chucklesome cat stories. 🙄 There's this understanding of the world that I just don't possess when it comes to what grabs the attention of the people's comedy, it continues to evade me. For instance, what is the humor of "surprise hot dog 🌭" and why must it be a surprise to be enjoyed? The children of Briar Valley seemingly shout this and end their sentences with it, and I am surprised and annoyed every time. It seems like you have an understanding in the matters of humor, so you are welcome to explain it to me. But I digress, If I sat down and listed to you all the things that escaped me, well, you might find yourself as old as I am by the time we've finished! 🤣The trees and wind must sense the happiness in our friendly union, and have planned accordingly to block out bad weather🌧️ and unforgiving spirits. The weather is nice enough that (forgive me I've overstretched my hand) planned your visit for sooner rather than later. Next time we meet in person, this shall be us ->🕺💃, as I've already made arrangements for a night in a cabaret club in the Capitol for us to partake in. It's a culture so far from the realm of possibility of establishing itself in our quiet little country, that I was astounded when I stumbled across its zoning request permits one day and I rushed to see it in person, paperwork be damned. The smaller fae who perform insist it to be a "cheeky, yet inoffensive showcase of the arts", and after witnessing it for myself, I knew it would be the type of entertainment you'd enjoy.🤫 Even now, it doesn't feel natural to write, like an odd mouth feel that doesn't change as I turn it over and over. A cabaret in Briar Valley, a music club in a quiet kingdom... it's as I've mentioned earlier, Briar Valley has surprisingly given itself wholly to the Joviality of life. Sincerely yours; Malleus Draconia, Heir to Briar Valley p.s Surprise hot dog 🌭

On the other hand, as confident as he is in your responses, he's always a little embarrassed to send something back. It's not fear of his ability, but rather, if you'll care to hear about the day to day of a crown prince who's routine is very boring and full of nothingburger drama. He doesn't understand that his 18 page assessment of his life is literally replacing the cable you can't afford, and when he describes the way the lion prince attacked him during a diplomatic meeting, the colorful language of his response makes you laugh, and then cry, and even gag because "how did he get close enough to gash you!?" You can see the face he's making as he writes this, pouty and angry and even chuckling when he describes the punishment that followed. Just like in his real life, Malleus has a hard time concealing his emotions. He's not shy about who he is as a person, and his writing is not either. The way it flows is a little different from traditional correspondence, if anything, he's sending you disjointed journal entries and prose while also clipping what you send him to respond directly. Your 2 page crapped out response filled with emojis and memes and inside jokes is returned in full by 20 pages of thoughtful dialogue, assessments of politics and fondness of your life, and even sketches of the things around him (okay... just gargoyles and Sebek, but those are things in all fairness.) He has a real zest that he doesn't try to contain, and even his handwriting gives it away. When he's in a good mood, it's very pristine, heavily slanted cursive that his heavy hand oppresses by not dotting his i's or crossing his t's. It's just understood between you two what he means. Likewise, when he's angry or melancholic it's surprisingly very light, almost inelligeble as if he was speaking through gritted teeth. He must be getting up and pacing, because of course he is. When upset or recounting something terrible, his handwriting is unusually neat, funnily enough the sentences are much shorter, as if he's hiding something or thinking long about what should be said next. He's a very wistful person, after all.

Malleus enjoys fine art that seeks to appease the senses and refine beauty, so attached to his letters will often be trinkets like necklaces, earrings, watches, and pocket squares that he found in shops in Briar Valley, or a ticket to a play or music shows that dazzled him. The heavier packages (these tend to come at random) are filled with small desserts, books on the anthropological history of different fae species, woven pieces from more aesthetically competent fae and their fashion, and of course, fragmented pieces of ancient gargoyles he found hiding in deserted rooms of the castle. <- He'll know if you've thrown it away, so hold on to the heavy, weird rock fragment, please.

[e-vay]

Hello! I'm a Brazilian fan and I love your work so much! Congratulations on that! I'd like to ask you what's the best Sonamy fanfic you've ever read and what's the best you've ever done in your opinion? It's okay if it's in English and I'm sorry if I wrote something wrong, I'm still not a professional in the language ❤️

I get a lot of fanfic questions so I figured I'd lump them all together here. Also, @blsantos your English is great, please don't apologize :) Honestly, some of the best fanfics I've ever read are sent to me as recommendations anonymously. So please, always send me your recs!

On that note, I want to specifically send 1,000 kisses to the anon above who recommended "I Love You - Come With Me" by @molinaskies

"I Love You - Come With Me" by @molinaskies was one of those stories where I wasn't sure what to expect, but as soon as I started reading it I PHYSICALLY COULD NOT STOP until I finished it. It has not only romantic love but self love. It's healing and cathartic. The author nailed the intricacies of Sonic's and Amy's characters.

"Subliminal" by @maddiebat takes place post-Sonic Frontiers and ahhh it just makes my heart explode. I can see this fic actually happening in canon! It will pull on your heart strings, I guarantee it.

"Late Night Talks" by @luescris takes place during the Metal Virus arc of the IDW comics. I haven't read the comics yet but I was aware of that arc enough for this story to make sense. I loooooove touch-starved themes and this fic really hit it outta the park!

"Birthday Surprise" by Shteph is a BLAST! It's a one-shot but it is filled with tons of great moments and humor and romance. There are scenes in this fic that legitimately gave me butterflies and had me kicking my feet and squealing 🥰

If you haven't read "What Was Stolen" by @beeextraordinary123 you are DEPRIVING YOURSELF! For the love of all that is good, go read it! If you aren't aware of it, it's an AU where Amy is a princess who meets a dashing blue thief 😉 It's full of all the delicious angst you could ever want with tons of romance and fantastic character exploration. I've physically sobbed over this story.

If you're looking for something short and sweet, check out "Late Night Texts" by @paddy-nic. It's one of those stories that gives me second-hand giddyness.

These are just some of the fics that have been on my mind recently and I hope you enjoy them as much as I have! And again, please always send me recommendations. I'm always looking for good sonamy fics. I live and breathe for these cotton-candy dorks.

-

As far as my own fics, I write a lot but I don't post much of what I've written. Of the fics I have posted so far, my favorite is Bubbles and Blush. There's no drama, it's just slice of life with pre-established sonamy and LOTS of lovin'. I had a whole lotta fun with that one!

Also for those interested, I am on AO3!

[heeverseblog]

focus (jake sim)

pairing: nerd boyfriend!jake x  fem!reader (a.k.a. sub!jake x dom!reader)

summary: your boyfriend was willing to study with you for finals but the only thing you can focus on is him.

genre: smut, tinge of fluff

warning: reader is horny af, finger sucking, dry humping, oral (male receiving), fingering, a lot of cursing, RIDING!

read more under the cut

when it comes to anything about numbers, your boyfriend is the first one you call.

you see, you met him at a math class you had to take for your program since it was general course. and yes, you fell for him at first sight because he looked so cute with his glasses and his smile was so cute. but what got you hooked was how smart he is and how he really loves math and physics.

you became closer and you tried hard to hide your crush towards him. from coffee hang outs and studies in the library, your feelings for him grew and grew by how the way he helped you in class and treated you like you were someone important to him.

tou always thought you'd be the first to confess when o e time you were studying at the library, jake asked you to solve a math problem and you didn’t know why but he said to see if you learned anything.

you were surprised by the answer: i <3 u

what a nerdy and corny way to confess but you have to admit that you couldn’t control your shyness and giddyness after that.

four months later you’re in your boyfriend’s apartment studying for finals because you needed help. but really you just miss him. and he knows that but he doesn’t mind because he misses you too.

“baby,” jake gets your attention, “focus.”

how could you focus when your boyfriend just called you baby and when he loosened the buttons of his shirt, and is wearing his chain necklace inside? not to mention, he kept biting his lips when he was so focused in studying.

“how can i when my boyfriend looks so hot?”

jake immediately felt shy at your remark but masked his feelings by acting serious, “y/n, sseriously. don’t distract me.”

“alright.” you say with a sing-song tone.

you tried to focus but seeing your boyfriend casually bite his lips just kept distracting you and the thought of him letting you suck his fingers then sucking him off and ride him until all he can remember in your exams is your name and how good you made him feel.

your thoughts broke when you felt jake touch your bottom lip.

“keep biting your lip like that it’ll bleed.”

great. your pussy is aching more than it already is.

jake was teasing you. you know that he knows what you’re thinking. to be fair, you’ve been longing for each other since the last time you did it after both of you got wasted in your dorm and end up doing it on your couch.

he kept brushing his thumb at your lip and you can see the transformation of his gaze to a lustful one. your attention drifts from his thumb to his lip that he was now biting.

you couldn’t help it. you held jake’s wrist to which he was surprised but what made him more surprised was when you sucked his thumb that made his dick hard.

“y-y/n, what are you doing?”

“thought you were smart, jakey?” you continue sucking his fingers, this time his middle and index fingers.

“i want you.” you mewl and take his two fingers like it’s his dick.

“we have to focus—u-uh!” jake lets out a moan and you lean forward, gripping his the unbuttoned part of his shirt. but he secretly likes how you’re trying to rile him up.

“i can only focus on you.” you say, almost begging jake to give into you.

jake grunts, “come here, baby.”

you immediately sat yourself on his lap and didn’t wait before you grinded yourself on his thigh.

“fuck.”

you grip at the chair jake was sitting on and continue pushing your hips forward, moaning at the friction you feel between your clothed legs.

“you look so hot today. c-couldn’t focus.”

both of you pant, enjoying the feeling of rubbing yourselves against each other. you grab jake by his nape and leaned down to kiss him feverishly. you continue rocking your hips forward and it made jake gasp, giving you the chance to push your tongue inside his mouth.

with your intense make out, jake’s glasses were hitting your face. you held jake’s wrist when he was about to take them off.

“leave them on. you look so good wearing them.”

jake nods his head before pulling your face down and pressing his lips on yours. you can feel your panties getting soaked by your cum, especially with jake’s dick poking your clothed pussy.

“can i?”

you fidget the zipper of jake’s pants and he nods his head like a kid excited to receive candy.

you got off from his lap and unzipped his pants. by the time you reached his boxers, you grabbed his dick and rubbed it. jake  was letting out cute whimpers that made you smile and it was a signal to take him in your mouth.

“god!” jake threw his head back. you continued bobbing your head up and down, taking your boyfriend’s whole dick in your mouth.

jake was sweating, his glasses were starting to fog up and he couldn’t see you from below. but he didn’t take them off, knowing how much you like seeing him with his glasses.

“s-so good!”

you were choking but hearing jake praise you like that just turned you on more and you kept working hard to make him cum.

“i’m gonna cum!”

jake was pulling your hair hard but you didn’t mind. as long as you were pleasing him.

minutes later, you can taste that white warm, liquid on your mouth. both you and jake were panting. your knees were feeling numb but you tried your best to stand up before sitting down on jake’s lap.

“you did well for me.” jake held your face and wiped his essence with his thumb. he kissed you and grunted when he tasted himself on your lips.

both of you were basically eating each other’s faces while jake inserts his fingers inside your panties.

you whimper and this time it was jake putting his tongue in your mouth. he circles his finger on your clit fast and got you into a moaning mess.

“how does it feel?” jake asks, grunting at the sight of you taking his fingers.

“f-feels good.”

you hid your face on jake’s neck as you continued panting. jake felt chills when he felt your lips on his neck. he moaned with you when you started sucking his neck and plant kisses on it.

“want you inside me...”

jake didn’t hesitate to lift your skirt up and take off your panties. both of you moaned when you sunk down his dick. you threw your head back and jake holds your nape, making you look down at him.

when your gaze landed on jake, you held his face and massaged it as you took a good look at him with his glasses again. the chain necklace he was wearing inside changed how cute he looked to how hot he is wearing that necklace.

“move please.” jake whispers, almost begging.

you smiled at your cute boyfriend and you listened to his request. you slowly bounced up and down, panting at how your walls were squeezing jake’s dick.

jake was holding your waist, aroused at how wet both of you were. later on, he was the one controlling your movements and it made you scream while throwing your head back.

“a-AH!”

“y-you feel so good. w-wanna cum...”

“let’s cum together, jakey?”

jake nods his head vigorously and pushes you down faster until both of you were a panting mess, not caring if your neighbours thought that two students should be studying instead of having sex during their finals.

“i’m so close—fuck!”

your movements slowed down when both of you and jake came. you were holding on his shoulders for your life while jake was holding the small of your back.

“that was...so much better than.... studying,” you say in between breaths.

“i can’t believe i’m saying this but...i think so too.”

both of you end up giggling before you caught jake’s lips again. you deepened the kiss by holding jake’s face with both hands and pull him closer to you.

“y/n, y/n, wait.” jake says in between and you pout.

“we have finals.” jake says as he brushes his hands in your arms, something you find endearing when he does it.

“i know but...”

“how about,” jake holds your cheek with his right hand, “we study for an hour. then...i’m all yours.”

a smile appears on your face, “really?”

“i would be lying if i said i didn’t miss feeling you.”

“hearing that makes me wanna rail you again.”

“uh-uh-uh!” jake raises his finger, “study for an hour.”

you groan and throw your head back, “fine.”

you got off on top of jake and immediately wore your panties, “come on! let’s do some studying.”

jake giggles at your excitement.

[fernlessbastard]

I love to think that ctntduo are literally inlove and downbad with each other but their also extremely dumb

like cwilbur would have a whole book where he writes songs, poems, letters (that he wont ever sent) about quackity and sometimes drawings of him if he feels confident enough, he’ll write all of this while he sits across a river where you can see the needle and he’ll be like “i wonder what q is doing right now” and somehow is still conviced that Quackity is his rival and he hatesss him so muchhhh he cant bear it!!

Also times when Cwilbur cant directly meet cQ because hes in a meeting or the man is nowhere to be found cWilbur would disturb his employees and ask about cQuackity just so he can hear ppl talk about him and he gets a mysterious sensation that feels like giddyness everytime he gets the chance to talk or hear about quackity, but hell say to himself “this is for future planning to DESTROY quackity i must gather all these tiny little infos about quackity and talk about him to his employees while twirling my hair because im going to DESTROY him w this info”

Cwilbur would literally b textbook school girl crushing kicking his feet screaming into his pillow thinking abt Q and how alive he makes him feel or other words ‘butterflies’ and realize that hes THINKING about Quackity and be like “Oh shit…”

I asked about headcanons, not canon🙄🙄🙄/lh/pos

Anywho yeah no that's literally true like what do i add to this it's just canon that's all

[intriq]

i'd like the one person my friend arden showed me they were a fan of me to know i screamed in surprise and giddyness

genuine giddy giggles and smiles

but im glad you like my account! i've got stuff in store

so while i'm here, let me show all the things in my writing queue:

Hanahaki disease series

ATSV characters react to you dying in their arms

DC characters react to you dying in their arms

Oneshot about clark x reader where reader thinks clark is cheating cus reader dont know he superman [idea by elite4cekalyma on tumblr]

Little moon universe: dc characters and how they’d react to finding out you had a child. What would they do?

Fic about batfam dealing with their grief after jason dies

Soulmate au jason todd x reader

Ghost!reader x jason todd

First love sort of fic with AK jason, but after he’s freed from joker’s torment he thinks you abandoned him just like bruce did. But what if he learns you went out to find him, only to ALSO get kidnapped by the joker, except you're still missing?

Bruce being a bad batdad. Reader is older than Dick and wasn’t a vigilante, only because they got beat up p badly by a villain on their first patrol out w bruce. Reader raised the other batfam kids and later when Damian finally shows, Bruce suddenly wants to be helpful and be a father to his kids. Reader doesn’t like this. Lots of angst and maybe hurt/comfort. Dash of fluff, if i feel like it

Arguing with the bat boys and after you get killed/die before they can apologize

AK jason where before he got captured by the joker you two argued so after joker sends out that video abt him "killing" jason, you actually die or smthn and when jason finds out after he's freed hes utterly shattered bc the thought of being able to see you again and being able to apologize was one of the only things that helped him keep going and its one of the reasons that fuel him to become the arkham knight. maybe some bruce blaming in there too!

Amnesiac!reader au for little moon universe

Little moon au where reader is a younger sibling of jason who was turned into a vampire, and jason feeds them in secret

Little moon part 3

REQUEST: timkon, tim having a breakdown and kon helps/comforts him

REQUEST: kon x reader, fake dating for a mission [but he catches FEELINGS]

angsty diluc oneshot

Batfam but it's Haunting of Hill House AU

inbox asks, including angry confessions [steph, ak jason, reg jason], angsty things, platonic duke & cass fic, and rescuing ak jason from arkham!

also even if my queue is this giant i still accept requests lol

[buriedpentacles]

Greetings. I hope you are well in these trying times.

I humbly ask for a reading from you. Will HW find someone to love and have that love reciprocated this year? Initials: HW , Sagittarius, he/him

May Gaia ward you from harm.

Your cards: Page of Coins

This card is a hopeful YES! The spark of new love, the tentative looks and butterflies in your stomach, the feeling of childhood giddyness and a million opportunities ahead - that will be found. But, it will only be foundations. This may manifest as a reciprocated crush that you don't realise is reciprocated for some time - this relationship will take time and work to build.

The future is not set in stone and any number of things can change it, so always take future readings with a grain of skepticism.

[handhourgalleries]

Personal, non-art related drabble below:

Just a couple weeks before the holiday, and my spouse was fired from his job. Sometimes I feel we are cursed in this way, where something always falls through just when we feel steadier and are naive enough to think that life can begin to vastly improve. The plans we were making to move out of what amounts to be a very expensive studio seems so brittle now. We've been told by family that we seem to have the worst luck in the world, the way we keep struggling.

On the positive side, he did receive a Christmas bonus right before being let go. It seems like a final evil before getting kicked to the curb, however. Here, you'll need this to survive the next couple of weeks, I'm sure. Be grateful to your corporate overlords, peon.

And we'll be covered for the next couple of weeks with some grandiose budgeting. I'm disheartened that we have to ask my son to put off going to taking his classes a little longer just to pick up more hours at work to help me keep things covered until parental unit #1 acquires new employment. I think we are delayed at most. I know we will recover. We have to. And...yet...

I have somewhat been in a dissassociative calm to cope, I suppose. Though the people I work with have been lovely, the calls I take are a mental exercise in patience with people not happy at all to be calling me - there are days when I dread work in a deeply demoralized way. I miss writing, and art, and roleplaying, but have very little energy or mental bandwidth to commit to it now, and that is deeply unsatisfying, this sort of ghost of an existence. I want to try, still. Still. The compulsions to create remain in a tired shell.

But i digress. Anxious as we are, tired as we are of being dealt bad hands as we are, we made a little budget for Christmas, somehow, and we did a little shopping for those we loved. That felt good. Today, despite everything, felt good. I am thankful at least for the few hours of giddyness, where I did not default to thinking of all the wrong.

I'll try to put off the feelings of dread till Monday again, heh.

[modthoughts00]

Summer Sublet 

Drip drip. My eyes jolt open as I am greeted by the tranquil pitter patter of rain outside my fogged window. It hasn't rained all summer in New York since I moved here. My mom and I found this three story apartment to sublet for summer. I guess the girl before didn’t think to mention the leak in the ceiling. 

“Bing - Did you see the rain sweetie? Can’t wait to catch up after my show tonight. XX mom” 

I hate that she signs her texts like I dont have her name in my phone. Like the whole world doesn't know who she is. I stumble into the kitchen about 10 feet from my bed in my studio, to find a pot that's not covered in yesterday's ramen to put under the leak. 

“Bing - Did you see this?'' Laura, my older sister, always scours the internet for articles on our moms Broadway shows. “Margaret - the forever 20 something”  there's a film photo next to the article of a young Margaret smoking a cigarette outside a club in manhattan. She’s oozing elegance and sex appeal. My mother is the sweetest, yet most selfish woman you will ever meet. Her ex boyfriend used to say she looks like a combination of Jennifer Aniston and Marilyn Monroe. As much as I hated him…He was right. I never knew if people loved her or were afraid of her, I don’t really know where I land on that either. Laura definitely loves her. They get along like 2 peas in a pod. Laura just moved to Paris to be a dancer with the Moulin rouge. Anytime we facetime, they go off like twin flames about show biz. After a few OMG’s and gasps I start falling asleep to their voices. It's become a sort of ritual for me to sleep. I still don’t know if they notice.

“ I didn’t but nice” I replied. There's so many articles out there like this. But this picture of her looks a little like me. But she’s much prettier I think. 

“Fuck is it 7 already”. I pull on a different version of the same outfit I wear every day like a zombie, grab my purse and run to the elevator. 

“ What floor are you going to ?” a shy voice from behind me says. I turn my frazzled self to see a tall, lanky boy. 

“Uhh the bottom floor… main floor..uhh Lobby..”

Oh god is that what I look like? It always trips me out how I can see 1000 of me with the 360 degree  mirrors in here. 

God why is he so handsome? He must be new. He politely pushes the button without acknowledging my clumsy chatter. The elevator smells like sweet cigarettes. Similar to the smell that wafts from my window. 

“ Do you live in the building?” I ask, trying to hide my giddyness. Obviously he lives here… why else would he be in the elevator Phoebe.

“ Yeah I live in 3b, you?” 

“ Nahh, I'm just a squatter.” I joke back 

“ Ahh got a little criminal in the building, do we?” 

“ Yeah that's me the criminal in 3C”

“ Oi were neighbours? How come I never see you on the balcony ?”

“ The balcony?” I question back, I do not have a balcony.

“ Yeah, outside your window there's a little fire escape. I have a smoke out there every night”. His voice was so low, he looked away, like I might judge him for smoking. 

“ Ohhh yeah my mom told me not to open the window. She's a little paranoid, you know? ‘Stranger danger’”.I say mockingly. 

“ Ahh well I’m Elijah” he reaches out his hand. 

“ Phoebe. Nice to meet you” I shake his hand and little sparks go up my arm. 

“ Well, maybe open your window more, now that I am not a stranger, Phoebe” the elevator opens and he walks out not turning around to say goodbye.

[justblades]

hi ten!!! congrats on 100!! (´꒳`)♡ i'm sorry about your other blog (╥_╥) tumblr needs to fix their shit

but anyways i'd like to request number 41 for shu heheh. thank you in advance (*¯ ³¯*)♡

♡ MAKE LOVE WITH ME ! ➠ 100 EVENT

#41 SHU YAMINO ; ❝ what makes you think I’m going to fuck you? ❞ gender neutral! reader

WARNINGS ; nsfw, mdni ! toxic relationship, it gets fluffy later on, use of viagra WC: 914

AN ; thank you so much hana ily <33

"why won't you just drop your frail façade of being hard to get when i'm literally in front of you?" you clench your jaw and ball your fists, anger washing upon you. the male in front of you heeds none of your taunts nor your words to which you feel angered a lot more.

he folds his arms across his chest and keeps a straight face, looking at nothing but the deep end of the road rather than acknowledging your presence. "shu, just please pay attention to me." you whimper as you sit beside him and hook your arm with his, face crumpling from the constant silent treatment you've been receiving. "just please—"

"you're embarrassing me."

he said, and so you thought it was really game over for the both of you.

truth to be told, it was a painful experience when you broke up with him; you were at the height of your emotions and so was shu. the reason was something feeble, petty and shouldn't have been the trigger for all of these. it was too late when you realized the fault you made and now you're here, begging for his attention. to be acknowledged. to be understood.

as a last resort, you gulped down the pill to show shu how far you were willing to save the already burnt out bridges of your old relationship. he tries to stop you by taking the tablet out of your mouth, but apparently it was too late.

the result of that hasty action was: you being in heat and begging even more for shu's attention. he brought you back to your home to make sure nothing chaotic ensues and that you are in safe hands as well. apparently the opposite could be said for you. rubbing your face on shu's chiseled arms as you yearn for his touch, you continually plead. "shu if you don't want to forgive me then atleast let me feel you inside me once more."

he scoffs, growing tired of you already. "and what makes you think i’m going to fuck you?"

the question came like a blizzard meant to destroy even the sturdiest planks of your heart, but you were not sober from the lust encaging your body as you could think of one answer:

"didn't you propose to me? that even after we break up we'll still be fuck buddies?"

you straddle on his lap and make him lean on the mattress of your bed, both of your weights sinking down on the soft cushions. "so tell me, do you want me or not?" boldly asking the male, he averts his gaze first, not able to handle the tension from the shared glances. hesitation fills his mind.

"maybe i do." the ebony haired finally gives you a non negative response and you could feel how your heart fluttered from his answer. your heart performs a somersault of giddyness and love budding once again, "and maybe i should've given our relationship another chance and forgave you for your silly mistake."

hot tears start to well up in your eyes; shu was bewildered as he pulls you close to his chest in an attempt to stop your cries. "hey, don't cry please."

looking up at him with a blurry eyesight, barely able to make out of something from the view, he wipes the liquids staining your cheeks. "i'm sorry, i should've been more understanding." a pseudo sinless smile carves your lips upwards, but the viagra in your system has been stirring inside, making you act differently from the way you intended to respond to him.

"if you're truly sorry, you know how to please me." you state as you carefully buck your hips, making friction with your lower region and shu's cock. intuitively, he clutches your waist as he tries to stop you. "fuck—"

he curses with a heavy sigh in the end, not being able to bear with the sensation of you grinding on him. "i missed this. this reminds me of the olden days." ending the sentence with a smug grin, you bury your face on the plane of his chest. "nobody does me like you do, shu. can you imagine how hard it was for me to find someone similar to you?"

more groans of arousal bubbles from shu's throat and there he knew he really is whipped for you. he could never ignore you and your charm, even if he wanted to. he struggles to find the right words to say in exchange, "me too, baby. me too."

the male covers his shameful expressions with his dominant arm, but you insist on igniting the flame of his lust brighter than ever. you start to unzip his pants with dexterity and let his dick out, free of restraints and confinements.

shu's leg bounces back and forth everytime you give him short lived strokes, biting his lower lip ferociously. the teasing was becoming unbearable for him and his breathing becomes even more ragged once you started to give the tip of his dick some kitty licks, the sharp point of your tongue inspecting every nook of his cock.

"tell me, what do you love about me?" you ask the male as you worked your way taking him in little by little with your mouth, opening it wide to make sure your teeth won't graze on his skin. "you're the best partner i ever had . . you help me in ways that you can do . . you do so much for me and—"

gatherting more spit on your mouth, you let it drip down on his cock. "and?"

"and the way you blow me, it feels heavenly."

[uselesssomebody]

reader that didn’t have a lot of emotions before she turned (to whatever you want) but now the bite made her feel things she never felt so she just asks everyone “why is my heart tingling 😠” HAHA

complete masterlist | teen wolf masterlist

words || 𝟙.𝟟𝕜

summary || in which the reader feels - maybe a bit too much

a/n || yo anon i love this request, and i'm sorry i haven't gotten to it in a hot minute. not gonna lie, i did make this a bit more romance-y and a bit more stiles-y than originally intended because: surprise! i'm a whore!

➵ alright the rest of the requests will be out within the next two weeks so stay tuned!

➵ next non-request fic is one i'm so excited for: a bucky fic inspired by a halsey song and a buzzfeed unsolved episode. if anyone can guess it, i will dedicate the whole fic to you hahaha

➵ me to myself while writing this: you didn't expand on the romance enough

➵ also myself to me: whore it is two in the morning go to bed

warnings || fluff, i suppose

➵ a wee bit raunchy, esp. near the end, but deffo not smutty so that is why i am not putting an 18+ warning

➵ if you still think you will be uncomfortable/are not suited for that type of content: hey! come back later or check out my other fics!

it’d been weeks since they’d had an occurrence. while everyone else was happy to finally focus of school, work, or each other - stiles seemed like he was gasping for another wild, supernatural goose chase. 

y/n could see it in his eyes, everytime he overheard one of his father’s radio transmissions, and the light in his eyes fades when he has to hear about a regular violent assualt, as opposed to one where a ‘strange, furry, four-legged creature’ was the perpetrator. similarly, stiles had been careful to monitor his best friend’s - he’d never admit it to scott - condition over the coming weeks.

she’d been bitten no more than a mere week and a half ago, and she’d taken it surprisingly well. he knew he shouldn’t, but stiles couldn’t help comparing her reaction to scott’s - during a time that seemed so long ago now. he’d noticed both the big things - the noticeable flinches and disgust at the school bell or when a loud motorcycle revved along the road. he’d abused the fact that her hearing was uber-sensitive; scott had been trying to wean stiles away from the sheer invasion of privacy the power granted. but stiles wasn’t having it, happy that y/n shared in his somewhat-immoral curiosity. he also noticed the small things: the twitching of her eyes when listening out for small noises during their otherwise quiet study sessions. the cold weather of the growing winter meant she would wear gloves often, but he’d seen the small, crescent-shaped scars littered on her palms. 

he didn’t know if he could attribute it to the bite, but he also seemed to notice that she was much more emotive than usual. before it, shows of insecurity or joy were both scant; a tear being shed was almost unheard of. because of it, stiles was almost bombarded by the sheer giddyness and depression that seemed to follow her around for the past few days. she laughed more - it was akin to a cackle now, but stiles thought it was cute - and it had done wonders to stiles’ self-esteem, happy that at least someone was appreciating his jokes. and he could have sworn that, as lydia convinced the lot of them to go to the movies, tears had dripped on to his sweater - the one she’d been leaning her head against - as one of the main characters in the film died a rather upsetting death. and he could have also sworn he hear her quiet sniffles as he drove her home. 

he was at a stalemate - unsure as to how to approach her about it. would it be insensitive? was he in the right to say anything? was anything even actually different going on? he was pondering the questions as he walked out of class - and walked into someone. shaking his head in shock, he’s happy to see scott.

“hey, man. you doing okay?” scott must’ve noticed his penseive state, and stiles was quick to brush him off.

“yeah, yeah, i’m good.” they walked to their lockers in silence, before stiles realizes that the answer to all of his questions in standing right in front of him, “hey, scott?”

“hmm?” 

“uh - when you first turned, did you - well, was there any difference in your emotions?” he stumbles the question out, somewhat unsure of exactly how to phrase it. scott looks confused, implying stiles probably hadn’t done a good enough job.

“emotions? uh, you remember that i’d get angry and that would lead to me changing, but-”

“no, no, not like that. i meant - were you more, like, expressive? did you just feel happier or sadder or whatever?” scott pauses to think about it.

“uhm, i - i guess, i mean - yeah, i guess i was.” stiles wasn’t fully convinced by his answer, but thanked him anyways, bidding him goodbye before heading out. the only way he’d get an answer was by going to the source - y/n.

he’d let himself into her place - the spare key in its familiar place in the potted plant by the patio. he had immediately noticed the silence on the lower floor - evidently, her parents weren’t home. however, he could hear light music from upstairs, so he hollered a greeting to her as he walked up the stairs.

she didn’t even glance up at him as he walked in, instead offering a quiet greeting as her eyes stayed trained on the work in front of her. she seemed… stressed. god, stiles had never even seen her stressed - how on earth does she consider him her best friend? realizing that now wasn’t the best time to bombard her with questions, he instead found a comfortable place on a cushioned chair by the wall, swinging his legs over the armrest as he pulled out his own textbook. 

there was silence between them for a moment, with just the soft melody of the song she had playing. 

“your book’s upside down, ya know?” she broke the silence by pointing at his book, still refusing to take her eyes off her paper. it was true, he really han’t been paying attention to his book - focusing instead on if she was okay. he was quick to correct it, muttering a small story, “you should be,” she responded in her usual humor, but her voice quivered a bit as she made the light-hearted joke. stiles didn’t know whether or not to press her, but decided that making sure she was okay outweighed the potential awkwardness of the following situation. he cleared his throat.

“y/n, are you okay?” he was looking at her in earnest, and he saw her eys flit up to hers, before quickly fixating back on her paper. even in the dim light of the room, he noticed that she wasn’t actually focusing on the text, instead sporting a gaze that was unfocused and distant.

“why-” she cleared her thoat, her voice-crack obvious, “why do you ask?” stiles gulped.

“i - i dunno, you just seem a bit stressed. you need help with something?” 

“no, of course not, it’s just this stupid lit paper and-” her voice broke off before she could continue, and stiles could see small drops glisten as they fall onto her lap. was she crying? he rushed to her side, quick to take the paper that had been causing her such misery away from her. 

“hey, hey - it’s okay, it’s okay - you’re fine - i…” stiles trailed off, unsure of what to say to his best friend - the person who never cried, the person who walked around with such a confidence that it almost came off as arrogant, the person who barely showed her emotions. he opted instead to wrap her in a hug, allowing her to shake against his shoulder.

he listened as her little gasps and hiccups dwindled down, and she slowly, begrudgingly, untangled from him. she was quick to wipe her wet face with her sleeve, and stiles waited patiently as she calmed down.

“i’m so - so sorry, that was so dramatic, i didn’t mean to spring that on you, i-” in an attempt to justify herself, she had begun rambling, but stiles was quick to reassure her.

“no - no, it wasn’t. you okay now?” she smiled - it was small, but it was there.

“yeah, much better.” she grows silent, and that small smile fades. she bites her lip, as if she’s unsure if she wants to say something or not. obviously deciding she should, she takes a final deep breath to calm herself, “it’s just - ever since the bite, i’ve been feeling like everything’s hitting me all at once. i mean, i got used to the lights, noises and smells, but - shit - i can’t deal with all this fucking stuff. i’m swinging from happy to sad so quickly, and over the dumbest things, and it just feels like my heart’s always tingling! and i can’t get it to stop and i hate it - god, i hate it so much.” stiles’ theory had been correct, but now he was wondering as to why exactly she hated it so much. she had started fiddling with her sleeve, her confession leaving her in a state of vulnerability.

“i - why exactly is that so bad?” he said it in an earnest tone, hoping not to come off as confrontational. she looks like she’s not going to answer him, and he’s about to gently press her further, when she exhales deeply, and throws her head back a little.

“you wanna know why it’s bad?” it’s rhetorical, but stiles nods nonetheless. instead of a verbal answer, she grabs his hand - bringing it slowly up to her chest. finally placing it on the dip between her breasts, he lets out a soft exhale at the rapid beating of it, “that’s why.” her voice isn’t above a whisper, and stiles’ mouth is dry as a bone, “i can’t even look at you anymore without my brain going into overdrive, and-” she laughs, a breathy laugh laced in uncertainty, “i don’t know if it’s one of those ‘primal urges’ or whatever but…”

“i-” stiles had regained his voice, and had dropped his hand in shock, “i - you-” instead of allowing him to continue an incoherent ramble, y/n inches closer, and starts closing the gap between the two. she could hear his heart, already beating inconsistently, somehow still manage to pick up the pace - as she lowered her lips to his. she can feel the sweetness of his breath.

“i need you stiles. god - i need you so bad it hurts.” she can see the small movement of a nod as she presses down on him, the meshing of their bodies perfect in an almost indescribable way. the heat from his body enhanced the inferno of emotions she could feel in her own, and every graze of his fingers over her hips, his hair on her forehead, and the press of his lips felt amplified to a unignorable extent. as much as she’d hated the sensitivity to everything over the past few days, she was relishing in every sensation provided by the man - her best friend - in front of her.

when they broke away, they were both a bit breathless. she had his head in her hands, and ran her fingers lightly through his hair.

“still worried about that lit paper?” she laughs, even at such a serious moment, she loved that he could still make a joke.

“should i be? i thought i’d have all night to work on it.” similarly, he laughs.

“not anymore.”

[beautiful-is-boring]

Drunk fem reader with gojo (as her boyfriend) and she goes on to say how much she loves him and admires him. Pure fluff please. Thanks!

Here you go! I apologize if this is short.

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Drunk words are sober thoughts

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Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

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You were out with your friends for a girls night-out, and you went a little overboard with the drinks. You got so drunk and acted weird that one of your friends had to call Satoru, your boyfriend to come and pick you up.

"My my y/n, you drank way too much." Satoru commented as he helped you walk inside your shared home.

"...sorry" you replied.

Once you got inside, you somehow managed to speed-walk to the couch in the living room and sat down. You then noticed Satoru taking pictures of you. Normally you would have looked away or told him to go away but this time, you were drunk. You had no idea what you were doing...sort of. You gave him some cute poses while he continued to click pictures to show you later.

"Baby! Come sit here!" you told him while excitedly patting the spot next to you.

"You're cute." Satoru chuckled and sat next to you. He figured he would comply to your demands before putting you to sleep.

You looked at him with bright eyes and raised a hand to rake your fingers through his hair. He found himself automatically closing his eyes at your touch.

"You're so pretty you know. I love your eyes and your hair and the way you look." you suddenly said in a slightly slurry way.

"Mhm. I know that, love" he replied.

"You're an annoying little shit. I still remember when you put mentos in my coke when we were in high school." you said.

Satoru chuckled at the memory. "Awe Y/n you're still mad at me for that?" he pouted.

"Yes! But..." you started to say.

"..but?" he asked?

You immediately turned your body towards him, cupped his cheeks and peppered his face with kisses while Satoru laughed.

"You're so sweet you know. Like a gummy bear." you pulled away and told him.

"Are you comparing me to a gummy bear?!" he whined playfully.

"No dumbass! What I'm saying is that you're sweet in general. You help a lot of people and you care for them and I love you and the way you care for your students 'Toru!" you explained

"Satoru I really admire you." you continued to say while moving to lie on top of his chest.. "You carry a lot of burden, but you still stay so cheerful. I like the fact that you open up to me. I like it when I know that you feel comfortable around me and I...I love spending time with you. Even If I can't express it properly, I hope you know how much I love you darling."

Satoru wrapped his strong arms around you and his eyes softened. You were really talkative in this state. Moreover, you were an honest drunk. He always thought you were beautiful, an angel who just appeared in his life and suddenly and filled his heart with giddyness and love for you. He was overjoyed when he heard you say this.

He looked down at you, only to find you fast asleep on his chest. You were drunk after all. Satoru smiled and placed a loving kiss on your forehead and then your cheek, and then laid back again with his eyes closed and a hand rubbing your back slowly.

"I love you so much y/n. More than you can ever imagine."

[mypoisonedvine]

hi could u maybe do a highschool au where they are of age ofc with either Steve or Carter bullying the reader? <3

yes, yes I can!  going with carter for this once cause that’s my baby

You didn’t understand why he refused to just leave you alone.

Up until fourth grade, adults always said it was just because he had a crush on you.  You never knew what to do with that.  What difference did it make if he had a crush on you?  He was making your life hell and no one cared.

Then from fifth to maybe about seventh, it was some stupid psychology thing about how he was probably working through his own insecurities.  And that did add some context but it wasn’t enough to make you sympathetic to him.  After all, he had given you plenty of insecurities and you weren’t out there bullying anybody; what gives?

And then from then on to high school, it wasn’t about anything except power.  “Don’t react, that’s what gives him power,” that was the company line.  And to be fair, by now you were pretty good at ignoring him, but he was also pretty good at seeing through your attempt to feign disaffection; by now, he knew that he got to you, and he knew how to do it perfectly.

More than anyone else may ever have in the history of everything, you were excited for the last day of high school.  You were finally fucking done, and you could leave this shithole behind and never see any of these people ever again-- Carter Baizen especially included.

You knew that he would probably be the worst he’d ever been, one last hurrah to try to twist the knife before he lost his favorite punching bag.  But you couldn’t even care, because for the first time, he didn’t have tomorrow.  It was just one day.  After basically your entire life with him there to cut you down, you could survive one day.  He couldn’t do a single thing to surprise you now, you’d seen it all from him, and tomorrow you were done, forever.

Everyone else was emotional: signing yearbooks, hugging goodbye, promising to write and call and text.  You were just trying to lay low (like always) and make it to the end, a rare sense of hope starting to warm your chest.

It was all pretty quiet until lunch, where he went off-campus to get a cherry slushie only to come back and promptly spill it down the front of your shirt.  The others laughed, and for the first time... you did too.

Apparently, you could still surprise him.  His eyes went wide with confusion and rage when you began to laugh and look down at your ruined shirt.

“Refreshing!” you beamed.  “Sorry to see your eight dollar extra large slush go to waste on my hand-me-down shirt that’s worth even less.”

He sneered, but couldn’t seem to find anything sassy to say.

“Speechless?  That’s new,” you rolled your eyes.  “I’ll go clean up and change, and check up with you when I get back to see if you thought of any good comebacks yet.”

A few of the others dared to gasp in awe at your bravery, or even laugh at him, but his glare shut them up quick.  You turned on your heel and made your way to the gymnasium locker room, where a shower was calling your name to wash the sticky, sugary drink off of your skin.  You didn’t have time to dawdle before your next period, but maybe a tardy on the last day of school wouldn’t be the end of the world.

The shower was relaxing, especially with a new weight lifted from your shoulders; that look on his face when you laughed with him... priceless.  Almost worth all the years of torture.  

Your giddyness faded when you heard a sound from the other side of the flimsy plastic curtain.  Just as you opened your eyes and leaned out from the stream of water, a hand yanked the curtain aside and you screamed, instantly getting pinned to the tile wall by Carter himself.

“You fucking bitch,” he growled.

“Get the fuck out!” you yelped, but he covered your mouth with his hand and glared down at you.

“You stuck up little fucking cunt,” he continued.  “Who the fuck do you think you’re messing with, huh?  Since when do you think you can talk to me like that?  Nobody talks to me like that!”

You shuddered and sobbed and struggled against his grip, but he held fast and you were just too weak to challenge him at all.

“All these years, you never stood up to me,” he recalled, his rage softening into almost a wistfulness.  “You never talked back.  You never even tried.  You just... let me do it.  And the craziest thing of all, you never said what I know you wanted to say.”

Your struggle slowed to a stop as you looked up at him, eyes wet with tears (and yes, all of you was wet from the shower, but this was different).  His gaze was dark and penetrating; his face was stoic.

“You never asked me what you wanted to ask, all this time,” he continued, nearly whispering.  “And now it’s almost all over.  It’s the last day of high school and I think it’s time that you do it... go ahead.  Ask.”

He lowered his hand from your mouth and you took a soft but gasping breath as you searched his face for... something; you didn’t find it.  Swallowing, you meekly spoke aloud the question that had been weighing on your heart from the day it all began, the question you had wanted to scream at him every hour of every day for most of your life: “Why?”

His tone was somber and gentle as he answered, “because I love you.”

The kiss was actually soft at first, until you realized it was happening and started to fight him again.  But he was totally undeterred, holding you by your face and kissing you deeper, ignoring entirely your fists beating on his shoulders and trying to push him away.  You hummed angrily against his lips, your grunts of protest lost when he forced his tongue into your mouth.  

“I love you,” he repeated against your lips, pulling you closer until your naked body was pressed against his clothes, soaked by the shower.  “I love you, so much.  Let me show you the right way.”

Forcing himself on you on the shower was absolutely not the right way, and you were so confused, so paralyzed, so terrified of him that you simply went limp and gave into it.  The good news for you is that you got the answer to your question, the one you had never let yourself ask.  But he won in the end, because he got back the only thing he needed to own you completely: tomorrow.

[priimeblue]

@humnsources ; " leo? i was tasked as the baron's maid of honor, so would you honor ME as my date? "

oh, c’mon, leon! play it cool, play it cool, play it cool. he tries to hold himself together but he’s grinning from ear to ear already, the giddyness swelling up in his chest like a happy little balloon ready to pop. and she’s asking him so nonchalantly? as if this isn’t the single greatest inquiry of his LIFE? and NO, he’s not being dramatic.

“are you kidding?” and now he’s taking no time to wrap his arms around jinx in a close, chest to plastron hug, swinging her around effortlessly.

“as they say ; i do! i would LOVE that. ohhhh, my brothers are gonna be SO jealous.” he sets her down but doesn’t take his hands away from her sides. “im gonna be the best wedding date you’ve ever, uh. dated. power couple, here we come!”

[sixx02]

New Arrival

“This is your younger brother, Oscar Pine Arc.”  All three of them gaped for a moment as they stared at the young boy who was hiding behind their mothers leg.  He had chocolate like skin similar to Terra.  His eyes were a dark color as well as his hair.  He was obviously afraid and unsure of himself or his new environment.  Though as Lie inspected the younger boy, he did have to wonder where his other sisters were.

Lie had expected a lot of things when their parents showed up.  What he hadn’t expected was for them to get another sibling.  He knew that things were hard as it was, the Arc’s were a HUGE family.  Some of them, namely Rouge and Saphron had moved out already, but that was still eight kids in one house hold.  He always felt guilty about it, but they’d always told him not to worry.  It was his job to grow up strong and mighty, that all they wanted was to give him and Nora all of their love.  So again, he was more than a little shocked when he found out they’d be having a little brother.  

There was only really one thing on his mind however, and apparently Jaune shared it with him.  As both boys turned to look at each other, their thoughts aligned.  ‘Oh thank the gods!’  They finally had another brother!  It was no longer 2v8, now it was 3v8 and that meant the world to them.  Though he tried to keep his excitement down, he found himself feeling oddly giddy as he stared down the small brown boy in front of him.  He could see the trepidation in his eyes, obviously worried he may not get along with his new siblings.  But when Jaune, lovable brother Jaune, gave him a warm smile he could see the younger boy… Oscar.  Oscar began to move forward on his own.

Before he could get closer though, Nora struck.  In her Nora like fashion she grabbed the little boy, pulled him into the air and trapped him in a vice like hug.  “OH MY GOD HE’S SO CUTE!”  Lie could practically feel the excitement that was just oozing off his sister.  Jaune on his end was attempting to stifle his chuckle as Nora bounced up and down with the little Oscar in hand.  “I can’t wait to dress you up just like Lie and Jauney!”  Lie felt a chill run down his spine, apparently Jaune did the same thing as his eyes shot open.  Neither of them missed the way Saphron smiled in the back.

Lie didn’t like where that was going, “Dress up?”  Oscar was obviously confused, but as he turned towards the two boys Lie could only give him a look of sympathy.  One that seemed to cause him to whimper slightly.  

Though Lie had many questions, turning towards their mother he took a moment.  “Mother, did something happen?”  He watched his father flinch slightly, as his mother turned towards his father.  

“Yes darling.  Just like… with you and Nora.”  Understanding dawned on him, as well as his other siblings as Nora only held Oscar tighter.  

“I see…”  Lie turned towards Oscar who was currently struggling for air.  “Nora, I think he’s having trouble breathing.”  His sister stared back at the younger boy and suddenly let him go causing him to stumble as his feet hit the ground. 

“Whoopsie!”  She sheepishly rubbed the back of her head, something Lie had realized they were all doing now.  

However, in the next moment he was upon Oscar as well.  His arms wrapped around the younger boy as he pulled him in a gentle hug.  Now that he was closer he noticed just how red his eyes were, and how puffy the skin around them was.  “It’s okay, it’s okay.  You’ll be fine here.”  Lie felt Nora’s strong arms wrap around them, and finally Jaune’s as well.  He couldn’t read Oscar’s mind but when the younger boy pressed his head into his chest and began to sniffle, he knew that they’d have to be there for him.  

He felt his heart swell as more arms began to wrap around him till he was certain that both his parents and Saphron had all joined in on the hug.  He really loved this family, and he knew that they may have not been his birth family but they WERE his family for sure.  He wouldn’t trade them for the world, his thoughts remained secure even as his own tears began to drip from his eyes.  He pressed his head into Oscar’s face as they all began to hold together.  

They would have stayed like this for a bit longer if not for the sudden knock at the door.  That was when Jaune of all people stood stiff.  His face suddenly became really red, “I wonder who that could be?~”  It was Saph who asked that question.  Apparently she’d noticed Jaune’s little outburst.  

“Hmm?”  Their mother caught onto the sudden shift.  

“Seems a lot of things are going to happen at once.”  Nora mumbled to herself as she refused to let go of Lie and Oscar.  Lie could honestly agree as he watched Jaune panic from the corner of his eye.  

“Yeah… but everything’s good, we have our family, and Oscar?”  

“Hmm?”  The younger boy pulled back to peak up to him. 

“You’re part of our family now.”  Lie held a smile, he knew that things would be hard, but as the Arc’s had been welcoming of him and Nora.  He would as well, they’d make sure that life for Oscar improved from now on.  They wouldn't ask any questions, they wouldn't force anything.  But they would be there for the younger boy.

However, Lie couldn’t help but feel a sense of giddyness as Jaune tried to answer the door before their mother did.  However, Saph was not on his side holding down her younger brother as their mother made their way to their door.  

The next thing any of them heard was a loud gasp followed by, “Oh my god you’re adorable!”  

“Hahahahaha!”  Nora couldn’t help but giggle to herself as Jaune struggled.  

“Dang it Saph!”  

“Who might you be?”  Their mother asked the invisible figure, not like any of them had any trouble realizing who it was.  

“Uhm, my name is Pyrrha, Pyrrha Nikos.”  

[redmatches]

Prompt #10: Heady

CW: The entire thing is just a blast of Elise’s thoughts on sex, from her past sex experience with some trauma, to current thoughts.

Intoxicating. Just another word to state poison. Another word to lose one's self. Yet it is all futile to ponder on words when you could just ponder words. What lies behind was a path in pain and toxin, and what lies ahead-- well, what lies ahead has yet to be determined. Perhaps a new antidote, a new drink that can drown out the past. But into the past, into the exhilaration, into the forsaken hours when she was so touch-starved, so alone, that even the touch of a fool gave her comfort. When the touch of those who hated her gave her a measure of comfort, a measure of bliss, even if she has come to regret it. The invitation of sex, laid bare, a mere imitation as it stands in the past.

All another word for poison.

Yes, she remembers the days where they wanted her to play the type, play the role. For her to choke them, an aggressor, for her to-- what was it, dominate? As was the fate people like her. Yes, play the role of a brute, play the role of a-- gods, it was exhausting. And she remembers, it is only another word for poison. How many wanted her to do that? And stupidly, foolishly, she did. Hindsight offered no mercy. Often she wondered, was it worth it for moments that grew into regret? Often she wondered, why she even bothered to do it, why she chased those very minute seconds.

All another word for poison.

Moons. Turns. It was turns. Turns she meandered, disrespected. Inventing reason and reason, believing it different each time. But every illusion is fated to fade away, and there is no ache worse than one of realization, one of how much someone has simply succeeded in a disservice to themselves. But where does the blame shift, where does it lay-- and many hours are spent asking herself the question. Was she a fool for asking that selfsame witch to grant her a body she wanted? Was she a fool, wanting to feel desired and loved for the same thing she wanted for herself? Was she a fool, was she a fool, was she a fool--? The question means nothing. It is all born from another pool of poison. How simple acts pile into a mountain and then corrode into nothing but pebbles, and how simple acts have made her take the fall. All of the confidence, all of the daydreaming and the excitement and giddyness, gone under the road, damaged by playing the act.

But sometimes, poison is a medication.

At least, when someone who cares, who gazes into her eyes and that someone places her hand onto the aching chest, the spirit denied and hesitant, onto the fire that’s been long snuffed out, exhilaration may return. The intoxication may return. Perhaps not perfectly, not so eagerly, not to explore her desires fully...

But she might. Sometime. It was intoxicating for a reason, right?