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dwindlinghaze · 1 year

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helloo can i request a fic for introvert!reader with extrovert!remus lupin whos head over heels for her <3

yes u can darlin <3 🫧🫧 i sort of wrote this into a whole new story but i hope you like this one ☁️🌸🩷🤍

everytime

(remus lupin x reader)

contents : fem reader, toxic friendships, kissing, fluff !! not proofread

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the door slammed open, revealing three young witches with their hands full of shopping bags. you knew they were going to hogsmeade together, but a part of you wished they had invited you.

they're your roomates and friends.

you couldn't go as far as calling them your true friends because they don't involve you much in their group activities.

they go on picnics together, shopping for pretty dresses in hogsmeade, having brunch dates, going to the movies.

a part of you wished you're there, being together with them and just fitting in. but the other part of you were thankful as for they're not inviting you because you would feel left out anyways.

it was better to be left out, and only you know it, rather than being left out with other people knowing.

maybe it wasn't their fault. elina is pretty, smart, bright and outgoing. adrienne is cheerful, energetic, and sociable. cassie is ambitious, intelligent, and talkative. you laughed bitterly to yourself, realising that they all have similar traits- all really easy to talk to and would always have an on going conversation.

you couldn't even hold a conversation for more than four minutes. it feels like your fault now.

you sit alone the morning after. you usually sit with your 'friends' for breakfast, but you were hurt from yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that. it was tiring, you needed break.

which caught the attention of a young gryffindor boy, sitting at the opposite end of the table.

remus lupin always thought you're the most beautiful person he ever saw. you two never talked, there's no reason to.

only his longing stares are the closest thing to interaction.

he thought you're beautiful. not the kind of beauty in magazines or billboards, but the kind of beauty that spreads through a field of mystical flowers. a kind that shines golden in daylight and a night fairy at late.

he saw the way you chew on your breakfast gloomily. he wondered why. you weren't spotted with your usual friends. you were just there. alone.

you would think of yourself as pathetic, but remus doesn't. he would never. he saw an angel-like soul that nobody's good enough to know. nobody's smart enough to notice.

he frowned when he saw you wiping away a tear before you got up, exiting the packed hall.

"frowning moony is not a safe moony," james said, quirking his eyebrows up.

"it's y/n, isn't it?" sirius questioned. the handsome man noticed how remus has been distracted from reality lately. he noticed how remus basically looks at you with heart eyes everytime.

"she looks sad today," remus noted, feeling an overwhelming sense of worry flooding him. it was funny to think about actually, you two never spoke a word to each other yet remus is worrying as if you're his.

"talk to her," james urged. "it's been- what was it? years of pining, you should make a move first because we all know she won't."

"i can't- y'know, my condition," remus huffed.

"she won't mind."

"how'd you know?"

"because- she is her...?" sirius said. "give it a try moony, if she doesn't love you with your condition then she doesn't deserve you, but if she does, it's worth it."

"right..."

that evening you sat down staring at an open window, catching your breath. you had been crying. you don't know why you're being so sensitive lately especially since your friends are always like this. why are you taking it so personal now?

you let the wind hit your face, drying your tears up with the cold breeze.

remus was on his nightly patrol around the castle. he's a prefect. that's how he heard a sniffle down the hall, his vision met with the most enchanting sight.

he walked slowly towards you, not wanting to scare. "hey... you alright?"

you turned around abruptly, wiping away the tears on your eyelashes. "i'm sorry for being out late."

"i'm not going to report you to professor mcgonagal, are you alright?" he asked once more.

"yeah, i'll be heading back to my dorm now," you collected yourself. the quiet footsteps didn't go unheard by you. remus was following you to the dorms.

"don't want filch to get you, i'll walk you there," he smiled a generous smile.

then silence fell between the two of you, only for remus to break it. "i know we're not friends but you can talk to me about it if you want, you can trust me," remus took hold of your upper arm, caressing it gently.

"thanks," was the only reply. you cringed at how short it sounded and he probably thinks you're rude and cold which is the opposite of who you are. your words aren't the best representation of yourself.

remus knew you were an introvert, hiding away from crowded rooms whenever you can. you never go to the parties his friends held. he knew you prefer reading to revelling.

he understands, he was once just like you. but with the help and support of his friends, he feels more comfortable in expressing himself now.

"will i see you tomorrow?" remus asked once you were inside the gryffindor common room.

"yeah, thank you- for not turning me in," you sent him an awkward smile.

the next day, you weren't in a better state either. you found out that cassie was talking horrible things about you with some slytherins. you weren't surprised. it was just your nature to constantly be disrespected by them.

remus saw you again that very day. your eyes were watery and your fingers were shaking.

he quickly ran up to you, his heart breaking into a million pieces. how dare someone did this to you?

"honey, you okay?" remus said, looking at you with the fondest eyes.

you almost cried again, hearing how someone actually asked you if you were okay. you shook your head in response.

"talk to me, we're friends," remus said softly. in reality, you two aren't technically friends. you only met face to face twice.

"we're friends?" you asked, feeling unsure.

"we are. from now on. now tell me who did this to you?"

"oh remus i can't," you shook your head.

"okay... but you can talk to me about anything okay? it doesn't have to be important. that's what friends are for," he smiled.

and oh when you smiled back, was like heaven to him. you looked like an ethereal angel with that divine smile and that archangelic face. he might as well fall in love right then and there.

the sparkles in your eyes that hold such loneliness and hope is what he calls beauty. the way you smiles even when you're sad just to assure him that you will be okay is heart warming. to him you weren't just beautiful for something as temporary as your face. you're beauty hides beneath that broken heart of yours, that delicate soul you have.

you opened up after a while, you feel you can trust remus. he is a calm and caring person. the way he asks 'how are you' every morning since. he wrapped his arm around your shoulder because he doesn't want to lose you in the sea of students. he cuts your breakfast so you can eat them easier. he reads to you softly when you cried again because of your friends.

he didn't know how much this has helped you to be okay again. how much you adored him for everything he does, even the questionable ones. you didn't care.

"rem, want to talk to you," you spoke, breaking his gaze from his book.

"i'm all ears, darling," he replied.

"you wanna know why i keep on crying?," you sniffed, ready to open up for the first time. "it's because- cause cassie, elina, and adrienne. they keep saying bad things about me- that you probably heard already. i used to always think we're friends, maybe not the kind like- you and me. but just friends... i guess. they keep leaving me out. it's like they don't even want me there." you were wiping tears away now, feeling unsure of yourself.

you never spoke of your feelings like this. never to anyone. how can remus made it so easy for you to be transparent to him?

"oh angel, they don't deserve you. they're too full of themselves to see how worthy you are. i think- i think you're the perfect just how you are. forget about them yeah? we will start a new beginning. you can come and sit with me from now on. no need to care about them. i will never make you sad, promise."

he pulled you to his chest, embracing you in a warm hug.

he made a promise to himself that every week, he will give you gifts and such to remind you how important you are. how much he loves and cares about you.

he couldn't let you waste your tears for your past friendship. remus treats you like a princess. he wants to make you smile. seeing you happy is what matters most because a dream girl should live in a dreamworld. and he made it a mission to make a perfect world for you.

he remembered you saying how those girls never invited you to picnics so here he is, inviting you to join the picnic he has set just for you and him.

"oh rem, this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done!" you sighed, sitting yourself down on the carpet.

"it's nothing! you deserve it," he smiled proudly, pouring you and himself a cup of chamomile tea. your favourite.

there's something sparkling in your wrist. the shine of it glimmering under the perfect weather. you were wearing a bracelet remus gave to you a few days ago. a pretty silver chain with a moon and angel wings intertwined together.

when he first saw the jewelery on the display, it immediately reminded him of you so he just had to buy two of them. a matching bracelet.

god, nobody has ever even given you a friendship bracelet before.

he saw you, picking up the fresh strawberries with your delicate hands. 'what a dreamy girl' he thought 'and to have an angel like her to call my own'

he wanted to kiss you right there. everything was perfect at the moment. the soft honey rays of the sunshine warms the air surrounding the two of you, there's no reason for remus to scoot over closer to your figure. but he did anyways.

"i like a girl, no i actually love her," he started.

your heart sank, you thought maybe-just maybe remus is the one. he pulled you right out of misery in the best way.

remus saw your crestfallen expression, though he continued, "she makes my heart jump. she's the girl i've been in love with for a long time, i wanna go wherever she goes."

you forced a smile at him, munching on your strawberry that suddenly turned sour.

"she gets sad often, but that doesn't stop her from taking care of the people around her, and herself. she's smart and wise. she inspires me actually. everytime we say goodnight, i go to bed and sleep happily. dreaming of happy thoughts because when she's around, there's no negativity."

"i love her- y/n," he said, hinting at the way he emphasised your name.

"can i know who she is?" you asked shyly.

"can you guess?"

"i don't know..."

"well, i see her everytime," remus said, a smile playing on his lips.

"you see a lot of people everyday," you replied.

"i said everytime not everyday," he chuckled.

"that's not possible!"

"it is actually. i could never get tired of her. anyone is crazy if they do," he shook his head. "okay.. she smells like the most cosiest bakery in town."

"i don't think i know anyone that smells like a bakery."

"of course you don't, darling," remus said, cupping your cheeks. "'cause it's you. i'm in love with you,"

"wha- me?" you knitted your brows. he caressed them away.

"yes you, it's obvious actually. i thought you knew," remus chucked. "i don't have matching bracelets with anyone else, i never go on picnics, i never crochet someone a sweater before, i could go on but i want to hear what you have to say."

"i love you too, it's inevitable," you said, rubbing your cheeks further on his palms.

"can i kiss you?" he asked. he always considered himself a gentleman and he will be the most gentlemanly when it comes to you.

you responded with a soft nod, then he pressed his lips against yours. slowly but surely, he felt you melting in the kiss and god does that feel way more magical than the daydreams he had about this. his tongue manoeuvred its way inside your mouth, meeting yours in a soft touch that sent shivers down your spine. he loves the way you taste, licking the remnants of strawberry juice in your mouth.

he placed his hand on the back of your head while the other wrapped itself around waist, making you impossibly closer to him.

you didn't know how long that lasted but when you pulled away, the both of your cheeks were bright red and the smiles couldn't be wiped away.

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starshipsofstarlord · 1 year

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Sleep Through It All

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Summary -> Y/N and Kai had a brunch and coffee date planned, however Kai doesn’t keep to their schedule, frustrating his pregnant girlfriend, and thus when he finally wakes up, he has to make it up to her (1k)

Warnings -> sleepy!kai, fluff, slight angst, mentions of torture & Kai’s past, pregnancy, siphoning, mentions of sex

He had been reliving the same day over and over in the prison world, it was his endless punishment to never experience all the things life had to offer. Whilst many people didn’t see it that way, Kai was also a victim under your pretences, his father isolated and abused him all because he was born a siphon - an abomination as others had described him as. And now he was a free man, also a heretic, not to mention your life partner.

When you had first met Kai Parker he was curious, not just about the modern world he had escaped back into, but you too. All of your friends had warned you of his newspaper worthy past and all the cruel antics that he was forcing them to endure, however you couldn’t relate to the personal and individual pain that he had caused them, it was odd but he never laid harm onto you. He seemed sweet when you were by yourselves, it appeared when it was only the two of you by your lonesomes that he was an ordinary man. He would smile and laugh without the sociopathic demeanour behind his amusement, it was innocent and endearing to the point where you had started to fall for him; the him that was deep down and that nobody else saw.

And now there were no ongoing qualms; nothing to fight other than the stumps that came along in ordinary life, such as attempting to awake Kai on the other side of your bed. He was plagued with an abyss of sleep, snoring into his pillow that his face was adorably mushed into, as the one cheek that you could see was upturned in a calm smile. But it didn’t matter how many hours it had been since he had tiredly crashed upon the mattress, there was apparently no such thing as too much sleep for the one and only Kai Parker. Again you pried at his uncovered shoulder, huffing when you once again received no response! It had been all his idea to take you out late morning for something to eat alongside a steaming cup of the best coffee money could buy in Mystic Falls. Another groan surpassed your lips as you realised that there was little to no chance that your boyfriend was going to open his eyes before noon.

“I guess it’s just me and you.” Your hand gently laid over your stomach as you moves away from the bed; you were already dressed for the day you thought was ahead of you, in a nice flowy shirt that hid your small bump which was forming on your body, and a pair of jeans that you had struggled to get into. When you shortly reached the kitchen you headed straight for the cupboard, stealing Kai’s pork rinds as payback for his laziness. It took little time for you to finish eating the remains of the packet as you settled on the couch, distracting yourself with a movie and unbuttoning your tight jeans as you did your best to avoid looking at the passing time. Your hands once again found placement on your belly, soothing yourself by rubbing the babies through the layers of tissue and flesh and blood that separated you from them.

Everything appeared normal as you hoped to feel them kick for your attention, that was until a red glow bloomed around their home and your loving hands. And then you felt it, the shrivelling of strength as they drank from the power that was contained in your witch blood. It was how you had gotten impregnated in the first place; during the act of intimacy, Kai had somehow siphoned out the magic from his vampire side temporarily, therefore making your body susceptible to growing his Gemini seed. “Aargh.” The heave made your throat dry, you attempted to reach Kai, but as you stood you tumbled to the carpeted floor, your eyes fluttering closed as your consciousness slipped away and out of your control.

As you awoke, you could hear the muttering of a spell, each phrase desperately surpassing Kai’s trembling lips. There were bags drawn boldly beneath his eyes, and a scared craze within them as he looked into your own. The heretic had been terrified when he had surpassed the drowse that had riddled every inch of his body, mind and soul, or there lack of. He had found you drained of magic, much like he had been when he instinctively cuddled you in the night. “What happened?” Your voice was hoarse, and he felt guilty for being powerless in the situation. He should have heard your scream, and realised the obvious truth much much sooner.

“Our babies…” Kai trailed off, thinking this to be all his faulty. “They’re like me… siphons…” You should have realised it before all of this - Kai would never forget about a date, he never had before. They had been feeding from him as well, much earlier than he had when he was a baby, at least his powers and abilities had been patient until he had gotten out of the womb of his mother. “It’s okay baby,” he stroked your face, brushing the hair out of its frame as he cast you a sweet and calming smile despite his nerves. “We will find a way, or a spell, or an artefact that you can drain. We’ll do this one step at a time, together, for our babies.” He pressed a kiss upon your damp forehead as he helped you up, pulling out his phone so that he could order you both coffee and food to the door of your apartment. His eyebrows scrunched together as his eyes lingered on the coffee table before his eyes finally returned to you. “Did you eat my pork rinds?” It was a fair price you had to say for him knocking you up with his siphon spawn, but you still loved the twins you were carrying, and the man who remained by your side through it all.

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carnivorousyandeere · 8 months

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Hihi! I always love seeing your zodiac yans being written about!

How do you think they would react to a darling that has recently been heartbroken and refuses to let them in? Just kinda open for any of the yans to be written in- even Quinn!

- cow anon 🐄

Goin with the fire sign zodiac yans just bc, but I’ll write the other signs sometime if they’re requested too. Just thought these three would be interesting to see in this situation. Written under the assumption of Darling and the Yans having been friends for a while, with the yandere tendencies and obsessions only beginning to arise…

Thank you for sending this in, and sorry for the long wait ❤️‍🩹

CW: alcohol, lack of boundaries, murder, mentions of sex but no smut

Kosuke pretends not to give a damn that you’re avoiding them— telling themself they’re too cool for you anyway, they don’t need you— but it’s a lie. The situation honestly pisses them off, especially if they don’t know why you’re being so ‘weird’ all of a sudden (they’re not the stalking type of yandere usually, so they really may not know why). They do get really pushy and demanding with you, basically forcing you to spill your guts about what’s up. Once you tear up and admit you’ve had your heart broken, they’re at a loss for words. They feel embarrassed and guilty about how they acted, but they’re definitely too prideful to apologize directly. They think they oughta be happy that there’s one less source of competition for them in your life, but seeing you so sad ruins any enjoyment they might get from it. Orders you food and (tries) to clean up around your place to help you out. Not the best at comforting, per se, but they’ll let you cry on their shoulder and shit talk whoever hurt you. Definitely thinks about beating the shit out of the other person, and depending on the circumstances, might actually hunt them down to teach them a lesson.

Jett doesn’t expect you to get over it quickly, but they do get impatient if you keep blowing them off to stew in your own misery. They firmly believe that you’re never gonna recover if you keep uselessly pining and mourning in your bedroom. You’re way too good to be heartbroken over some loser, anyway. If anything, you should celebrate being free from that nobody! They’ll take any chance they can get to drag you out with them— brunch, shopping, or especially partying. Maybe you’ll spill all the details if they get a few drinks in you, or if you’re just tired enough. Jett is plainly happy to have that worthless slime competing for your attention out of the picture— they should be the one in the center stage of your heart, anyway! They’re likely to flirt a little extra heavily and try to worm their way into being your rebound. Pretends like they were just kidding if you get annoyed by the flirting instead, but, like I said, they’re not patient— it burns them deeply inside.

Blake is the most hurt by you having feelings for another person, even if it was in the past, and you’ve since had your heart broken by that other person. If Jett and Kosuke get irritated and angry with you for pushing them away, respectively, Blake gets sad. They’re not used to outright rejection, especially from people they’re close to. They’re fun, they’re gorgeous, they’re kind (to anyone who isn’t a romantic rival, or who’s been a hater first)… and they just want to help you. They want to help take your mind off of things. Blake honestly, and with no self-awareness, manages to take a page from the water signs’ book and guilt trip you into feeling bad for not accepting their help and company to get you through your breakup. Most likely out of the three to kill whoever broke your heart and bury them out in the middle of nowhere, ‘just to be on the safe side,’ and also so they can truly feel like they “fixed” the source of your heartache by removing it from this world entirely. They don’t tell you, they just expect you to feel as if a weight’s been lifted from your shoulders in some mysterious, mystical way. They want to feel like they’ve fixed the problem as they hold you in their lap and look up at the stars, off-road on a spontaneous trip to bring you someplace fun. This is where their own impatience starts, if you ‘keep moping around’ when you ‘should be having a good time with them,’ similar to Jett.

As insensitive as it probably is (depending on the Darling’s personality, I suppose), Jett and Blake are also the types to suggest sleeping with them as a way to take your mind off things. Kosuke definitely thinks about it, but they’re trying to be more delicate with emotional matters with their Darling;;;

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h-y-dontatme · 5 months

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Obey Me! Set to Silent Mode

Summary: You have no way to charge your DDD in your very human home. Pairing: None, if you squint it could be read as GN!MC x Mammon Word count: 851 Warnings: angsty goodness, mentioned drinking, mentioned death, spoilers for chapter 16 and i guess chapter 20 A/N: A very short little dabble. I know canon says everyone keeps messaging and calling after MC returns home for the first time, but I like the idea that MC was really cut off from Devildom and has to work their way through it.

Mammon was promising some terribly stupid business idea for your return when your DDD died. Now it sits on your bedside table, right next to your actual phone. You know, the normal one that used normal, human electricity to connect you to all the people you know and some of the ones you loved. Earthly little pings probed you upon your return- rebirth- some concerned, some angry, but all keen on untangling the story of how you faked your death. Oh, it was like I’ve died and was reborn again, you’d joke over brunch. Your mimosa would sparkle against your lips, the tart sweetness of the orange juice covering the hint of bitterness; bottomless, bottoms up.

Sometimes, in the small hours of the morning, you imagine a devilish glow casting strange shadows across your bedroom wall. They’d dance in the pre-dawn light tempting you with wastefulness, but flee with your dreams as your mind finds your body.

Once you accidentally grabbed it instead of your functional, operational, and relevant human device. You caused something of a minor traffic jam standing in the middle of a busy intersection staring at it. Ruri-chan stares out with a sort of delusional optimism from the confines of her clear acrylic prison while the cross-walk sign blink threateningly. Behind her a Devildom lotto ticket and a coupon for Madam Scream’s Macaroons compete — unsuccessfully— for your attention.

The driver of the gray pickup truck lays on his horn and you skitter to the sidewalk. After a moment you realize you’ve gone the wrong way.

You were late to the psychic’s, but the old woman didn’t seem to mind. The bangles on her wrist jangled as she sits you at her little table in the back room where the sights and sounds of the outside world are caught between layers of velvet and dried eucalyptus. You supposed, in retrospect, that that should’ve been your first warning. No witch worth their cauldron would be caught dead with eucalyptus. She peers at your palm, then your tea leaves, them her cards with gentle scrutiny before surmising you had experienced a great loss. It was enough to knock some tears out of you, but the real crying would happen later, at home, relieved of some $30, burdened by the ever-growing guilt of having left Mammon on read.

Texting 666 on your regular, dinky, human phone did not work. You resisted the urge to throw it against a wall.

Slowly you found psychic visits woven their way into the fabric of your life until every soothsayer and fortune teller became something more than strangers but less than friends. Through the psychics you found the mystics; through the mystics you found witches; through the witches you found despair. A witch’s jealousy to be an ugly thing. They danced around you, play-tracing sigils into your skin and flicking harmless spats of magic into your face. Pact-marked and pigeoned-holed they called you, as useless as you had been before the exchange program. Back home you stared into the mirror, tracing the witch’s sigils on your skin then onto paper. They made for poor art and poorer signs of power laying as dormant as the pact marks scattered across your body.

One day, drowning in a nap-gone-too-long, you imagine Mammon calling for you outside your window; it would be the last time you cried.

Life was less a ride than it was a chariot, dragging you across a bloodied arena for the entertainment of some higher power. Your first order of business was to move your Harrison Porter charm to your keys; looking at it made you feel a little like Alice in Wonderland. Rent was due, so a job was found; then a better one. You counted the bills, paid your debts. You set aside spared bills and change in a little yellow treasure box on your dresser that sat beside a growing collection of nail polish and skincare that never failed to make you feel —dare you say it— pretty. You swam and cursed your way through summer, fostered a sizable clan of cats in the fall, then decided to become a recluse in the winter, watching winter’s stars drape across the sky from the comfort of your home.

The promise of a new life in a new city lured you out from your cave. You went to RAD with so very little, so you decide to part with all but a suitcase of the essentials, then opted for a backpack. The edges of the little yellow treasure chest pressed into your lower back as you hiked your way across the city to a hilly park with a view. Winter still clung to this part of the world; the sparkling of snow was nearly indistinguishable from the steel and glass of skyscrapers; a sky so clear that the horizon retreated into a white nothingness. You soaked in the view, then turned.

At the edge of the outlook a familiar shock of white hair caught your eye. He waves. You could feel the edge of the acrylic Harrison Porter charm, smooth after months of worry.

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odinsblog · 5 months

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OMG, it’s actually been a minute since I’ve done the whole “dating” thing and … hoo boy

I went out to a jazz club for the first time in forever, with no intention whatsoever of meeting anyone or anything happening. Just me hanging out with myself listening to a band I been meaning to catch up with for a minute now

And then, ya know. Things happened™ and it went from sharing a table at an overcrowded club, to drinks and a few laughs, to my place

Aaaaand ya boi is rusty af

When we got back to my place, after a quick tour, a little small talk and some making out on the couch, she asked where my bathroom was, right?

Then after a few minutes I think I hear my shower running?

And then after about 10 minutes, nothing. Total silence 🤔

And I knock on the door to my bedroom and ask if everything is okay, “you good in there?”

No answer

And for a split second, I wasn’t panicked or anything but I felt like, Idk maybe I should knock harder? And then I was like, Odin you idiot, this is YOUR house, and as I enter the room and I’m going to my right to see if she’s in the bathroom, I look to my left and she’s just …. laying there … butt ass naked on my bed

This how we doin’ it nowadays?

I am not complaining but it was just a little … Idk … for some reason it threw me off (LOL, but only for like 0.0005 seconds)

I don’t recall a bathroom break being the prelude to the bedroom. Not to be crass or anything, but I remember it being more like as soon as you got behind closed doors, all formalities & pretenses dropped right along with all the clothes (JFC, I’m only reaching back less than a couple of years or so). Or has the bathroom thingy always been this way, and I just wasn’t paying attention?

Anyway, I am wayyy outta practice in the mystic ancient art of dating or one night stands or whatever tf this was ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

On the plus side, it’s been a minute since someone made me breakfast (brunch?), so that was a nice change of pace and a nice way to end the date

Disclaimer: no fetuses were harmed in last night’s activities and hopefully none were accidentally created

Over all, 20/10 experience, would recommend 👍🏿👍🏿

#a post about me #date night

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cbsxreader · 1 year

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Sooo, Christian Pure Spy won the poll on which Freak Fortress character I should start writing, and to start things off:

General relationship headcanons with Christian Pure Spy!

*Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy starts blasting*

He is very polite to you. Picks you up for dates and drops you off after, holds the door open for you, respects the sidewalk rule and doesn't try to rush the relationship.

Loves to talk to you. He can ramble on for hours about gods, angels, demons and other mystical creatures.

But he also loves your voice and listens to everything you say.

Pure enjoys reading books in his past-time and often recommends the best books to you.

Often likes giving you small but thoughtful gifts, usually it's in some way connected to a small thing you mentioned in a conversation once and he's remembered that. You mention your favourite flower? One day he shows up with a whole boquet. You bring up a memory you wish you could relive again? He will arange a date where you go through that experience once more.

Prefers to take you to cafes instead of restaurants simply because it's more quiet and collected. He also likes cafes more because you can hear and understand eachother better.

Sometimes, he surprises you by teleporting you both to a special location (maybe he can't exactly get you to Paris or something like that, but it's the whimsical experience that makes it worth it)

Speaking of dates, he also enjoys walks in the park or in a lush, well kept garden.

If you live together, he wakes up before you so he can make you your preferred beverage in the morning and you can stay in bed.

Doesn't mind making meals for you two. Breakfast, brunch, lunch, tea time, dinner, you name it.

Once he's sure you're comfortable with his work, he ends up ranting to you about failed missions or Brutal just being incompetent. This usually happens after you buy some desserts or pastries and talk with him when you notice he's feeling down.

Likes interlocking your arms together or holding hands in public. He likes you being close to him, in other words, safe.

If someone or something interrupts you two, threatening you, he will not hesitate to use his full power against them to protect you. (Just make sure he's alright afterwards)

#christian pure spy x reader #CPS x reader #freak fortress x reader #tf2 freaks x reader #tf2 freakshow x reader

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the-jonestown-holotape · 2 months

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my friends want me to go to brunch but I want to get high in my bed & watch video essays on christian mysticism

#text post

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princess-pathetic-112898 · 2 years

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Jellicle Headcanons for my Mental Health (It gets chaotic)

If the Jellicles were ever to watch movies, some common favorites would include Fantasia (1940), A Cat in Paris (2010), The Aristocats (1970), Coraline (2009), Suspiria (1977) and The Red Shoes (1948)

Tugger will sometimes try to get Munkustrap to get some rest & take a day off from being the Responsible Oldest Child™️. Munkus is always convinced it’s a trap and Tugger is trying to distract him from something he did sitcom style.

He’s not much more receptive to any of the other cats telling him to relax. He’s fairly certain that if he did ever leave them to their own devices, there’s like a 30% chance they’d all die.

He’ll begrudgingly take a 5 minute cat nap only after Jenny lectures him about his health for 30 minutes.

Tugger is extremely protective of Misto. He’s been known to hiss and swipe at any stranger of any species who approaches his magical, mystical, marvelous, clever, phenomenal tuxedo cat.

Misto will loudly fuss & act annoyed over this, but he actually thinks it’s pretty cute and at times unintentionally funny.

The kittens can be bribed into behaving with fish, catnip & cream (it’s basically promising McDonald’s if no one fights).

The first time Tugger took Mistoffelees on a date, he took him to the junkyard to pick scraps & yowl at the moon. Misto, being the dutiful nephew of Bustopher Jones and growing up in the Hall of Saint James, had only ever been exposed to the finest high-end dining and the most respectable of social gatherings up to this point, so there was immediate culture shock. Mistoffelees still insists it was the most romantic night of his life.

Mungojerrie & Rumpleteazer secretly give the kittens pickpocketing lessons. Munkustrap suspects but cannot prove anything, and it has contributed to his sleep deprivation.

Victoria and Jemima are BFF’s who are constantly having sleepovers where they do all the unapologetically girlish & kiddish things you can think of- but like, as kittens. Gossiping about the cats they have crushes on, sharing their deepest secrets, trying on each other’s collars, jewels & ribbons, playing catch with Jenny’s yarn balls (it’s better to beg for forgiveness than permission).

Skimbleshanks’ combined dad skills & tea expertise can only be rivaled by Uncle Iroh (he would definitely say that being sick of tea ~with a drop of scotch~ is like being sick of breathing).

Alonzo sometimes feels outshined by his magician brother & ballerina sister. He doesn’t blame them for being themselves, but he does wish the others would acknowledge him a little more as a protector. He looks up to Munkustrap & is determined to learn all the tricks of the trade from him.

Munkus is aware that Alonzo seeks his approval, and can relate, having lived with siblings who required more attention while he was the responsible one. Neither is quick to open up about personal matters, but they do confide in one another. The only other cat Alonzo has talked to about all his feelings is Cassandra.

Tugger takes those damn bagpipes everywhere & is looking for a chance to play them all the time. Bagpipes at family meetings. Bagpipes at brunch. Bagpipes on dates. Bagpipes at midnight. Bagpipes at 4 AM.

Munkus insists they put on his plays at every meeting. He has yet to have one go off without a hitch, in part because he, indeed, is a massive control freak in this particular area, and in part because he’s surrounded by damn kids who love to fuck with him. Every rehearsal is like that one episode of Community where the dean’s making a commercial & Abed’s making a documentary about the dean making his commercial. It’s going to be what kills poor Gus.

Everyone assumes Demeter & Bombalurina are gossip queens who have all the dirt on everyone.

They’re actually thinking of Jellylorum & Gus. Dem and Bomba are just doing makeovers.

Bustopher Jones does not get what Mistoffelees sees in Tugger. He raised his nephew to be a proper, fancy cat, where did this spiky punk come from?? He doesn’t know where he went wrong.

Jennyanydots has knitted multiple sweaters for every single one of them.

Skimbleshanks, of course, wears his sweaters whenever it’s sweater weather and loves these thoughtful gifts from his beautiful wife.

Tugger has ripped holes into his sweaters to make them look cooler.

Mistoffelees bedazzles all his sweaters & wears them in performances where Jenny will be in attendance.

Cass will spend hours looking for suitable accessories anytime she has to wear a sweater.

Coricopat & Tantomile love to wear their matching sweaters & basically be the Shining twins.

Mungo feels humiliated wearing his sweaters because who is he without his crop tops? Rumple always gets super fancy sweaters to go with her pearls.

Mungo & Rumple also got a “Get-Along” sweater.

Gus is practically swimming in his sweaters & appreciates them immensely.

Bomba is proud to announce she looks as sexy in her sweaters as she does in anything

Demeter & Munkus make the kittens wear their sweaters anytime they’re seeing Jenny no matter how hot it is or how itchy they are.

#fan post #headcanon #cats the musical #cats #jellicle cats #jellicle kittens #cats headcanons

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chapteronesblog · 2 years

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Reading Anais Anais reviews from fragrantica lol

It is my mom in a bottle and my first ever memory of fragrance. It reminds me of baby dolls, Sunday brunches , lush lilies, pink powder blush & more than anything nuzzling my mom's neck.

It was so fresh, airy, flowery, perfect for the delicate beauty my mom was in her early 30s.

With the loud white lilies and astringency.. this makes me think of funeral homes.

Very feminine and romantic, this combination of scents made huge success in early 80's

It is about femininity, beauty and clean freshness.

It is astral, ethereal, reaches something in the spiritual subconscious, mystic, yet disguised as something earthly and earthy.

Grandma sitting on wood chair doing crosstiches in her hands, suddenly she turns her face and see picture frame of her passaway husband with her when they were young, then she reminds of those times when he rode a bicycle to her home with a lot of white flowers in front basket, in their first flirting time.

This is the perfect soft, feminine, powdery fragrance for me.

And it's gorgeous! It transports me right to a world of sheer lipstick, glossy mall floors, painted nails, girls gossiping and dancing and flirting, etc.

Even in all its screechy, powdery, dry Lily-of-the-valley floralness, it very successfully embodies and (if I may) critiques historical French perfumery; paying homage of a bygone era of luxury and perceived innocence.

#perfumes

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I don't get any extended time off this year (there's just too much to get done at Jesus Factory #2), but I do get good brunch today, and Dale is making Halibut on the Feast Proper. The only things that give me any relief from the current hellscape are good bites/good tokes, so I'm leaning into the fact that I will have ample of both today and Monday.

The Eve of the Nativity at Jesus Factory #2 will be a long day, but I'll still probably enjoy it, even if I don't get any "Christmas" out of it. I don't have any reason to think that the liturgy will offer much in the way of solemnity, but they will have a thurifer, and at some point lots of candles will be lit, so I'll take what I can get. Rector Brian Hastings — whose Jan 1 retirement, like the commemoration of the previous Coming-Among-Us, is shockingly imminent — himself is pretty contemplative, so we might get at least some mystery, even if we are to be starved of solemnity. (I won't hold my breath, but neither will I be entirely surprised if I end up being spiritually nourished at least to some degree.)

Another noteworthy change would be that the poem of my life is become all-but-impossible to decipher, let alone interpret. It speaks a language it has not yet taught me. In so doing, it bids me away from hubris and impatience towards wonder and curiosity. The only possible judgement in such ignorance is aesthetic: Do I like the look of the language-made-visible? Do I like the medium by which it is presented? Do I respond favorably to the gestalt?

Or perhaps more briefly: How do you find your personal hell, sir/madam?

To be blunt, I find it surprisingly full of insatiable desire.

I was talking about this to my colleague, Will, a day or two ago. I confessed that I had experienced the mystical, but that I had not seen the Beatific Vision; instead I had experienced the Mystery as has been described as "tremendum." This did not convert me to sainthood: it did, however, cure me of my blindness, revealing that I am, in fact, in both "heaven and hell at the same time" but that my subjective grounding is in the "below" aspect of Godself.

What am I doing? I meant to leave long ago for the grocery store to get the potatoes and spinach and good butter and cream and and and, etc., all the things that make a holiday feast indulgent. It will not be possible to forget entirely that there is a hell-world blazing all around us. But maybe, somewhat renewed by the Solstice-hinge, come 2024, I'll be more successful in my attempt to experience the hell-fire as light instead of pain.

#text #minutiae

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Daedra of Kvatch minor details

Been a while since I’ve written anything for this AU, so here’s some random details that don’t have too much of an impact on the main story. The AU has changed quite a bit since my last posts about it, so I thought I’d just throw in some minor stuff, like secondary character backstories and small quirks about HoK, who still doesn’t have an actual name. I’m thinking Samael or Weylin.

HoK has a Breton woman named Alice who keeps just showing up in his palace and not even the guards knows how she gets in. She keeps saying that a cat, rabbit, and mouse let her in through a secret door, but no one has been able to find any of the mentioned creatures. She is currently the acting Duchess of Mania.

HoK does actually know the cat Alice is talking about, but he refuses to say anything because he finds the whole thing absolutely hilarious.

HoK has made an extra artifact since he became MadGod and became more familiar with his powers. It’s a necklace that he gave to Martin. It has a powerful shield enchantment, as well as resistances to all types of magic, disease and poison.

HoK sometimes forgets he’s Sheogorath and will be surprised anytime he does something daedric-y.

The first, and only, time HoK was there for a christening of a baby (would it be a divining? An akatoshening?) the baby gained an unbreakable tie to the Isles. Her hair yearned stark white, and her magical pools grew to unwarranted amounts. She later grew up to be the worlds strongest conjured, mystic, alteration mage, destruction mage, and illusionist. She later became HoK’s apprentice.

After the Oblivion Crisis ended, the hero who went into Mankato Camorans Paradise and later became the Champion of Cyrodiil, later remade the Knights of the Nine and vowed to wipe the Daedra from Tamriel. This makes things awkward between them and HoK.

Martin and HoK actually had 2 wedding ceremonies. One in the Shivering Isles and one in Cyrodiil.

HoK founded a museum in the Imperial City, where he stores multiple artifacts he comes across in his journey, and where CoC stores the ones they come across as well.

HoK regularly travels to Skingrad to have tea with Count Janus, as well as a few other guests of varying afflictions. The regulars are a werewolf, a lich, and a Dunmer woman who says she was cured of Corprus. HoK calls these meetings Outcast Anonymous. Janus calls them Sundas brunch, even though they almost always start at 11:25 p.m.

The other Daedric Princes have different emotions about HoK. Some (Dagon, Molag, Namira, and Nocturnal) despise him for his ability to walk on Mundas, others (Malacath, Hircine, Sanguine, the True Tribunal occasionally, and Clavicus Vile) actually like him and hang out with him quite often, the others don’t really pay him any mind.

HoK works part time as a teacher for the Arcane University about proper etiquette when working with Daedra and how to safely traverse the planes of Oblivion.

He has a pet. It’s a ferret named Hircine. Hircine pretends to hate it, but he is in love with the Baby Hircine™️ as he calls it when he thinks HoK isn’t looking

Martin does his very best to accept HoKs station and nature, but it is hard when he can feel the presence of his old master, Sanguine, on his husband.

There are no mirrors in the entire Imperial Palace except for one, which is inside HoK’s private library, which not even Martin is allowed inside.

It’s not very rare for insane people to show up at the Palace. Martin doesn’t know how to feel about them, as HoK finds their antics either amusing or annoying depending on the day, instead of sad and pitiful as Martin does

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