#of course i don't mind them all being stored here for now but sometimes i worry abt like. him not getting full credit for his ocs? if that-

[wyldblunt]

wait u know what im SUPPOSED to be drawing??? glynalan!!!! glynalan won the ship poll a while back!!!! plus it's just nuts that i don't have more art of alan in general, with glyn or otherwise. he's literally more of The Commander than glyn is and also i am obsessed with him

[letstrip13]

୨୧ - cramps

summary: your boyfriend comes over to take care of you when you get your period

warnings: none, just enjoy cutesy bf!chris. not proofread!

word count: 819

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you're laying on the couch in your apartment's living room, all curled up in the only position that can provide some relief from the pain. your period came this morning and by this evening, the horrible day one cramps had hit.

about ten minutes ago, you had texted your boyfriend, chris, to come over to cuddle and watch a movie. he wasn’t too far so he’d be showing up any minute now.

another few minutes tick by when the door you left unlocked for him comes flying open. chris bursts through the door holding an overflowing grocery bag in each hand as he calls out to you, sounding urgent, “baby?!” you sit up in a panic, worried by the tone of his voice. ���i'm in here!”

he rushes into the living room and drops the bags on the coffee table, almost knocking over the scented candle you had burning in the process. a giggle slips out of your lips, the panic quickly replaced by confusion and amusement. “what's all this, my love?”

he looks up at you, an expression so nervous that you just want to run your fingers through his hair and give him a squeeze, but you let him speak.

“i- umm.. it's everything you need for your period. i know it's hard for you sometimes.. so i wanted to make it better.” the confusion courses through your mind again. you hadn't mentioned it when you texted him. “wha- how'd you know?” a soft chuckle escapes him. “you always ask me to come cuddle when you're on it.. and we've been together over a year, princess, i know you.”

“you're so sweet, i don't know what i’d do without you, chris.” his face breaks into his usual charming grin. “wanna see what i got?” he kneels in front of the couch where you're sitting and he places the bags in front of him.

first, he pulls a box of pads and a box of tampons, placing them next to him. “just in case you needed more,” he adds with a sheepish smile, “i hope i got the right ones.” “you did great, baby.” a relieved smile crosses his lips and he continues digging through the bags.

he pulls out a hot water bottle complete with a cute cover, pink with little red strawberries scattered around it. then he follows it up with a bottle of generic painkillers. “the lady at the store says these will be good for your cramps,” he tells you with a proud little smirk.

he takes out a pair of black fresh love sweatpants and the zip-up hoodie to match. “these because i know you forgot to get some last time you were over,” he pauses and digs around in the bottom of the bag and pulls out a pair of purple fuzzy socks with black cats on them, “..and these because i know you love halloween, even if it is a little early.”

you watch him carefully, hanging on to every word he says but you remain silent, words having left you for the time being. he takes a different approach with emptying the second bag, opting to just dump everything out in front of you. out tumbles a pile of your favourite snacks, chocolate, and candy, as well as six bags of honey bbq fritos which chris starts to ramble on about, “i was looking for these for so long. i went to so many different stores and gas stations this week but they were sold out every time. i saw them today and thought might as well buy them all-”

he's interrupted with a choked sob escaping your lips as hot tears roll down your cheeks. the thoughtfulness of your boyfriend's loving gesture gave you such an overwhelming feeling of adoration. but mixed with the heightened emotions as a side effect of your period, you can't help but cry.

chris quickly notices and rushes to pull you into his arms, doing his best to soothe your sobs. “is something wrong? did i buy the wrong thing?” a few slightly louder cries come out of you before you can hold it together enough to speak. “no, it's all perfect. you're-” you manage to gasp out between sobs, “perfect. i love you so much. thank you.”

you can feel a rush of air leave chris at his relief. “oh good. i thought it was about the fritos. they're not all for me, you know.” you laugh, the tears quickly being forgotten as he wipes away the traces of them on your cheeks.

“how about we cuddle and watch a movie?” you nod, getting comfortable on the couch and grabbing a blanket for the both of you to share. “sounds good to me.” you rest your head on his shoulder and pick a movie. he gently tilts your chin up to place a soft kiss on your lips just as the movie begins.

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[etherfabric]

How to grow from your roots

Choose a pile by which picture you resonate with the most.

If your mind is too busy to clearly decide, take a few deep breaths, and use the finger of your non-dominant hand to hover over the images. One will give off the most subtle yet prominent signals, like tingles, a magnetic pull, or temperature. This is your pile. Multiples are also possible.

You are the ultimate authority over your life. I merely provide my perspective. Sometimes the Universe lines you up with something that doesn’t resonate with your truth, so you have contrast to find out what does. Never give away your power.

Pile 1

Judgment, The Devil

Be honest about what you really need - not what you could make do with if forced to by your fear of causing a commotion. You need to speak up about what makes your heart sing, what makes your belly full, your day a bright one instead of a dull one, your relationships something you cherish instead of feeling suffocated by them. No matter how big. But you can start small. "You want something to drink with that?" No, actually, I don't. Thank you. "Need anything from the store?" Yes, actually, this kind of tea, last time you brought the wrong one. I like the chamomile, not the nettle one. "Can I call you back?" Yes, but after 8PM I won't answer. I want to watch the new episode. "Can I borrow that?" No, I get scared when other people have it. Sorry.

It might feel like being a diva the first times around, and the anxiety about what people might think will tank the emotional gain initially - but wait until the smoke settles, and nothing dreadful actually happened. Plus - you got your thing! Yay! That's the stuff. Whoever shames you for that is just too accustomed to your placation, and will surely find another comfort soon enough.

Pile 2

The Sun, 6 of Swords

Believe that you deserve what you already have, then you will have no qualms expecting the next blessings. What seemed presumptuous in your old mindset is suddenly the only logical turn of events. Of course I will meet someone. Of course they will like me. Of course I will get what I need. Of course I will accomplish my version of health. If you feel comfortable with the idea, imagine roots or lightbeams shooting down from you into the core of the Earth. You belong here. Life gave you what you have. Of course you deserve it. You are part of all of us, and we want you to be content and fulfilled. It's safe to continue. It's safe to want more. Because there IS more for you. Just like you got everything you already have. It's yours to enjoy. Not your foundation is shaky - your knees are trembling. Find comfort, find relief, and see how it carries you like it always has.

Pile 3

7 of Wands, 6 of Swords

You have forgotten what you are actually capable of. The last season asked different things of you than what you need to bring to the table now. But it's nothing new, or necessarily complicated - you already got it in you. It's like you are not even looking in your closet for something appropriate to wear, because you just decided it's all shit anyways, so don't bother opening it. You got your defenses up, because being small was safe so far. But now, the old skin starts itching. Tear it apart! It's not as fragile as the fresh pink one you had to grow tenderly after the wound. This one is dry and flaky, and begs to be shed by movements you didn't dare to do for a long time. Find a situation where you can prove yourself to yourself. See it with your own eyes that you are a new version of your old self, and capable of everything former and beyond.

Pile 4

5 of Pentacles, Ace of Pentacles

Your darkest times are begging to be included in your story. Not to drag you down - to elevate you! Look at what you survived! What you came back from! You don't celebrate this enough. You live the life of someone else, someone ordinary, someone with only happy days. You should carry yourself like the force you are. You should command the respect you always had for yourself to keep fighting, trying again, getting up sooner or later, and be it just to go to the toilet. You don't know the weight of your life because you always carry it, but it would crush others. That is something to be proud of. That is something giving you the vigor you are looking for to get what you want, become who you see before your inner eye, and live the life that calls to you. You are not daydreaming - you are finally coming to your senses.

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[idontknow-andyoudonteither]

Toji the softie

What if Toji actually wasn’t so brutal in bed? What if he was tired of being a big meanie all day and just wanted some softness in his life? And you were the softest person he knew.

“Tojiiiiii! Get off I gotta pee!” You whined, as you tried to push the giant teddy bear off your lap. “Fiiine,” he groaned sitting up slowly, “but I’m cuddling you as soon as you get back!!” You giggled as you got up to go to the restroom. As you walked down the hall you could feel him pouting behind you. “I’ll be quick I promise!” you called as you pulled your pants down. You felt yourself in a good mood, soothed by the cuddle therapy session. You finished up washing your hands just as Toji started grumbling again.

He pulled back the blanket as you tucked yourself back into your little love pouch on the couch. He smiles as you wiggle into place beneath him on the couch. “I’d go crazy without you, you know that?” Toji says as he wraps himself around you and lays his head on your chest. You meet his gaze, and believe every word despite the lack of vulnerability in his eyes. “Well it’s a good thing I’ll always be here.” You say pulling him closer to you and stroking his scar softly with your fingers.

You had been doing this for three weeks now. He wouldn't come over every day, but at least half the week he was there. Cuddling up on the couch with Toji had quickly become a favorite activity for you. You had been hanging out and fell asleep during a shitty movie. Toji was so tired himself, he didn’t mind and decided to join your nap. Ever since he’d text you a couch emoji and you’d hear a knock at the door a couple minutes later. You worked from home so you didn’t mind your downstairs neighbor popping by. Sometimes you would just work and eat snacks while he laid in your lap. He loved head scratches and neck rubs. This of course made your cat jealous, until he too discovered how great Toji was to cuddle with. It was so cute seeing the big scary man cuddled up with a little kitty purring on his chest or lap.

You enjoyed your time together, and it never felt rushed. There was never any pressure to be more than what you were. Just two beings showing each other kindness. “You’re so little and warm.” Toji cooed squishing you harder. “And you’re so big and heavy” you cooed back, squeezing him tighter. Toji reaches for some grapes, and pops one in his mouth. You were watching some comedy, and they were out for a night on the town. As he chews you can feel his muscular jaw moving against your chest. He pops another grape in his mouth and leans up with it between his lips. You look at him and see the first flames of excitement burning in his eyes, as he leans closer touching the grape to your lips.

You touch your lips to his around the grape and he kisses you around it holding it place with his tongue, as his lips rub against yours. He's caught you so off guard you don't even think to reject him, lips softly molding to fit his, as they dance around the sweet grape. While you kiss him back, he pushes the grape further into your mouth, as if paying you for your affection. Once it's all the way in he lays back onto your chest, and you try and calm your heart, because it must be punching him in the head right now.

Voices carried from the TV and Toji laughed with them, but you had no clue what was even on. Toji popped another grape in his mouth and winked at you. He continued to eat, and cuddle you while your mind tried to catch up to what was going on. By the time the movie was finished the grapes were too. Toji squeezed you tight again. "Well I'll be back to bother you tomorrow, I've gotta go work out." He said as he sat up and stretched. "Of course, I'm going to the store in the morning, but afterwards I'll be here." You said as you walked him to the door. Once he left you felt so conflicted. What was that kiss about? Did he really like you? Maybe he just wanted a hook-up? Toji was too tempting for you to ever survive just a "hook- up" with him. UGHH it was only a kiss maybe he didn't even mean it? Maybe he'd never even do it again? Maybe you weren't what he thought you would be?

The next day while grocery shopping you get a text:

Hey you still out at the market?

Yeah what's up?

Grab some more of those grapes :)

Will you eat them all again?

You can have some......... if I can feed them to you.

Suddenly you realized grapes were your new favorite fruit.

*I wanted to write something cute for Toji where he isn't abusing/ assaulting someone, because he fine af and deserves love. Also I think I wanna write things that make people horny, but I don't wanna straight up write porn*

[znitsamluv]

Hello! Could you do a Chifuyu x reader, they met a bookstore in the manga section. Chifu saw them reading the same manga as him and decided to strike up a conversation. They exchanged numbers and they plan a date. Takemichi and the others are wondering why he is distracted. Few days later they follow him and see the reader in the classic white dress and sun hat waving at Chifuyu. Lucky guy has a date with a total cutie!

Lucky bastard

Pairing: Chifuyu x FEM!reader

Warnings : none just fluff unless you are allergic to happiness

Note : sorry for making you wait anonie 🫶

" Excuse me, Do you have this volume?" Chifuyu asked the counter lady at the manga store showing her the picture of the manga cover , he spent 20 minutes looking around for the new released volume but he had no luck at finding it .

" Sorry it's sold out" The counter lady said without evening sparing Chifuyu a glance making him frown , it was just released yesterday! How can it be sold out already.

" Excuse me " chifuyu was about to complain and tell whoever talked to wait in line but he stopped once his eyes fell on you, it was ironic how he felt like how the Main leads in the romance manga he reads feel when they see their love of their life for the first time , words getting stuck in his throat and his heart pumping faster the more he looked at you.

" Oh did I interrupt you? " Chifuyu couldn't help but let out a chuckle at your adorable panicked state.

"it is fine " Chifuyu gave you one of his bright smiles , he was handsome you can't deny that ... And polite , you expected a rude response but the warm answer made you smile in relief.

" I was looking for the newest volume of (manga name) , do you have it here ?"

Chifuyu almost got a whiplash from how fast he turned his head once he heard you ask about the volume he was just asking about.

" No " the lady said again and continued to type on her computer, chifuyu felt his heart tighten seeing the beautiful smile you wore since getting in fading into a frown .

" I know a place that has it ! " Chifuyu said without thinking, he doesn't know another place but all he cared about right now was not letting you leave , not now.

" Really?!" The sparkle in your eyes was everything Chifuyu needed he might be dumb for saying something he wasn't sure of but what is the harm in making a beautiful lady happy?!

" yeah .... I can show you if you want it is around the corner"

You are not dumb of course , you know that trusting a total stranger and following them somewhere else might end up bad but you can't deny that from the moment you went inside the shop you had your eyes following Chifuyu around, it was as if the universe finally decided to be on your side and have that fine man talk to you and suggest showing you another shop , it can't be bad !

" if you don't mind then I'm ok "

Chifuyu had to hold himself from doing a victory pose now , he needs to seem cool , he wants to impress you.

He held the door open for you , he made you stand on the left side so you aren't close to the road and cars , he listened to you attentively like you were his favorite song , he looked at you like you hung up the stars and laughed whenever you laughed, it was like you wiggled deeper in his heart the more time you spent together.

And you better believe that you found the volume you were looking for, but it didn't stop here , you both exchanged numbers and from that day you hung out regularly , Chifuyu would sometimes ditch toman meetings and hangouts to go hang out with you .

And after a month of talking and being casual chifuyu had the courage to ask you out on a date and almost passed out when you agreed.

" you look... Stunning" chifuyu felt like he forgot how to talk , just seeing you in that beautiful white dress and sunhat once he met you at the park was like seeing an angel sent from heaven, you both spent the evening together laughing and having a cute picnic.... Until a certain group of chaos noticed you both.

" so this is who you have been ditching us for ? "

Chifuyu froze upon hearing the familiar voice and looked at Baji and Takemitchi , Baji looked at you then at Chifuyu and let out a toothy smile.

" fair enough"

" I can explain! " Chifuyu panicked slightly as you looked confused at the whole situation.

" no need to..... What am I doing wrong god "

Baji said loudly as he looked at you then at Chifuyu, then at Takemitchi who has Hina .

" Let's go Takemitchi, chifuyu is busy with his girlfriend"

Without even letting chifuyu explain himself they left and he looked at you with rosy cheeks.

" I apologize-"

"I like the idea of that "

" huh ? " Chifuyu looked at you with a tilted head when you cut him off .

" I like the idea of being your girlfriend"

Chifuyu had to pinch himself to know he wasn't dreaming, looking at you with a wide grin like a lovesick fool

" I like the idea of that too "

[italianhomosexuality]

rant to me (i like the sound, i like your voice) on ao3

“Nico! You're finally here!”

The ever too-chipper voice took Nico out of his thoughts. He had plans that consisted of brooding and staring, but it seems like Will Solace didn't think that behavior is appropriate for a party.

If whatever it is that's happening can even be considered a party; the Apollo cabin and some other campers decided to get together near the lake, with some soda cans, Doritos bags, and sour gummy worms. There's some music playing and chatter going around, but Nico's foam earplugs do a great job at keeping the volume low enough so that it's not overwhelming. He plays with his fingers, practicing the alphabet in sign language. Tatiana, a daughter of Nemesis, was hard of hearing. Nico became close to her since both of them would usually sit in the shadows, a few feet away from the crowds. It was easy to be around her, and he was making an effort to learn sign.

Will's voice was a little muffled by the earplugs, but taking them out would be much worse. Nico just gestured towards him, pointing in a general direction that is a little further from the noise and confusion. Will understood, because of course he did. They walked a few steps in silence, and Nico didn't bother correcting Will that he'd been here for a few good minutes now, he just didn't want to interrupt Will's conversation with Connor.

He wasn't wearing his usual orange shirt; the blue fabric suits his eyes and looks nice under the moonlight. Nico knew he's clad in cargo shorts and flip-flops without even having to look down—that's what he wears all the time, even when Nico thinks about him before going to sleep, when he thinks of the two of them under the soft orange of a sunset, sharing McDonald's fries, maybe making jokes, hands just one or two millimeters away from each other, itching to touch, aching to be intertwined…

He couldn't afford to think about that right now.

As they reached a tree, Nico offered Will a sweet smile. They were far from the crowd, watching from a distance so that they could hold a conversation even with the earplugs. It's the little things Will does; the accommodations, the giving, the gifting, the understanding, the treating him as an equal that makes Nico have some thoughts that he'd rather keep to himself.

(“Nico, I've noticed you wince and flinch when it gets too loud. What do you think of trying some earplugs? They might help. I wear them sometimes.”)

(“Nico, can you come body double me? I need to clean the infirmary and I can't do it if I'm just there by myself.”)

(“Nico, I have bad days too.”)

(“Nico, would you mind hanging around for just a little longer? I had to treat a head injury today. I don't think I'll ever get over it.”)

“Have you been having fun?” Nico asked, feeling the deep rumble of his voice in his chest. He only now noticed how Will's eyelids and cheekbones seemed to sparkle and glimmer under the moonlight. Lou Ellen must have been experimenting with makeup again.

“Yes! It's been good.” Will raised his voice just enough so Nico could still hear him through the earplugs. It's the little things, Nico's brain supplied.

“How was your day?”

After a lot of practicing with other campers, Nico realized that he enjoyed asking questions. They were an easy way of navigating a conversation and he had a premade list of questions to use in any social setting. For the most part, he asked and listened, keeping only a few bits of information, glancing at the other person's forehead and nose bridge occasionally to mimic eye contact. With Will, however, he didn't have to overthink. He'd ask, but because he actually wanted to know. He'd look at the ground while paying the most attention he's ever paid. He'd fidget and fiddle with his necklace, humming and nodding, while storing every single bit of Will's stories, stitching guides, camp rules, and so much more.

“It wasn't that great, if I'm being honest,” Will said, picking at his fingernails, “but I've been managing. It was just… hard. At the infirmary. Being by myself.”

“You could have asked me for help,” Nico said, swinging back and forth on his ankles. “I didn't do much today. I could have at least been around. Make you feel less lonely.”

Ever since Will started opening up about his mental health and struggles with himself, Nico found it easier to do so, too. Some campers thought of the Head Counselor of the Apollo cabin as this perfect, do-no-wrong, ever-happy, feel-good Care Bear. Will played the part really well, having fooled Nico at the start, but then he understood. He saw the insecurities, the blood—Will's own—pooling and drying around his fingernails, the teeth marks on the bottom lip, the nervous ticks that would come out after an especially long day. Sometimes, though their wounds were far from equal, Nico felt as if he was looking into a mirror. Maybe not a mirror, but a murky reflection on a lake. A resemblance, something similar enough to his own, but with different shapes and jagged edges.

So, as Will listed his fears and how he wished so, so badly he could be someone else, Nico felt comfortable enough, for the first time in his life, to revisit his self-hatred and coax it out for a walk. Will took it and acknowledged it, but didn't yell at it or scare it away. It was almost as if he said, “Hey, I have that, too,” and Nico finally understood the many meanings of the word gratitude.

Nico never thought he'd be able to help someone feel less lonely. He'd also never thought he'd withstand a party—a get-together—just to catch a glimpse of blonde, defined curls and butterfly-blue eyes.

It's the little things.

“I know what you will say, but…” Will caught himself, stopping mid-sentence. “I didn't want to be a bother. A hypocrite, I know, but this happens sometimes. I'll try to not let it happen again.”

“Good.” Nico smiled, feeling the warmth from inside.

It was warm enough that he'd ditched the aviator jacket, but he still kept the jeans. The breeze coming from the lake was a nice touch to the night. He looked down, finding a spot dry enough for both of them to sit, and reached out to tug at Will's hand.

He couldn't pinpoint when he had gotten so… used to physical contact. When he had started to initiate it, even. But then again, he couldn't pinpoint when Will had become Will.

Will took the hint and sat down right beside Nico, scooting closer to him so that the skin on his calf touched the black denim. It was a common position to them. Comfortable. Nico's back didn't hurt as much and he didn't feel pressured to maintain eye contact. Will got to relax his posture and relax his legs from standing all day.

“Do you want to talk about what happened today?” Nico initiated, fingers tapping on his knee. “About what made you not have such a great day.”

No one had ever ranted to Nico. They were always afraid he wouldn't care or that they would be putting too much on him, as if he were a thin, fragile table, built to break at any point. Will didn't.

So Will said, “Yeah, I think that will help,” and started.

Nico listened.

He made sure to store every tidbit of information in his Will Solace-shaped mental drawer. He would remember, in the future, that the infirmary had a shortage of darker-colored band-aids, and he would point it out next time he and Will went supply shopping. He would remember, in the future, that Kayla had offered Will coffee with hazelnut creamer and he drank it all so as to not dismiss her, but he actually hated that flavor.

(Nico already knew that. If he wasn't having his coffee black, french vanilla was the go-to.)

He would remember how Will's fingers flexed as he told Nico how he had to patch up this new camper, almost as if he was going through the motions again. He would remember how Cecil's comment about his off-tune singing while washing his hands post-procedure made Will's heart sting, though he was used to the mockery, but it just hadn't been a good day. He would remember that Will hadn't slept well that day because the sheets had been recently washed and someone had used fabric softener on them, causing the texture to be plastic-like and that it made Will's skin itch. He would remember, and he would fight against every part of his brain that forced him to forget.

Once Will deemed his rant finished, Nico finally looked at him. He looked… pretty. The golden hue that came from the sun was perfect for Will's features, but the silver complimented him. It was the missing part. It hit his skin and bounced right back, catching on the glitter on his eyelids, cheekbones, and cupid's bow, making the chapstick on his lips shine a little more, exposing the chipped pink nail polish on his fingernails.

Nico didn't think boys were supposed to be considered pretty, but most common rules made no sense to him, anyway. Will was pretty. Accepting that fact had been complicated enough. He would not put up a fight against his thoughts.

“I like hearing you talk,” Nico confessed, straightforward as always. “The sound of your voice is very calming, like a stream of water. Constant.”

“That was a very sweet compliment, Nico,” Will replied, smiling wide. “Thank you.”

“You're welcome.”

In the background, the party was still happening. Nico could hear laughter, cans being opened, fire crackling, stomping, soft tones and chords. But Will was next to him, seemingly not wanting to go back to the crowd, so he just settled into his makeshift seat a little more.

Maybe, in the future, Nico could ask Will if he liked him back. For now, he'd rather keep making a list of the little things. Little by little, he could have Will. He just needed some time to build up courage. Maybe, in the future, Will would slip out his ideal love confession or first date.

Nico would remember.

[thisismeracing]

Mick + shopping + fluff 🤍

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Shopping | MS47

⸺ the one where you go shopping together. ✓ no warnings.

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Yn makes a U-turn going straight into the lingerie store.

"Babe, I'm shopping for lingeries now, you can...I dunno, go see some shoes or eat something while I dive in here. You can leave all these bags with me too. Are you sure they aren't too heavy?" She blurted, looking at all the shopping bags Mick was carrying.

Earlier that day when she was getting ready to go out and he was lying in bed, Mick asked where she was going and if he could tag along. And when Yn told him she needed some new clothes and shoes, she thought he would dismiss her and choose something fun to do by himself, but he got up and started getting dressed to go with her. Granted, he wasn't having the best time of his life, but he was sure having fun. Being around Yn was enough for him, and plus he got himself some new shirts and pants too.

And of course, Mick is a gentleman, so he was carrying all her bags and following her around like a lost -but happy- puppy. Yn would try every piece and parade them for Mick who would give his honest opinion and even clap and whistle sometimes. They were having fun together, doing something that Yn never thought would be fun for a male partner -that considering all her's and her friends' experiences. However, Mick was different. Mick showed her how love could be. He gave her all his patience, love, affection, and attention. He was honest, and he would make a point of spending time together whenever they could. And now, he wanted to lingerie shop with her.

"I'm coming. Can I come?" he asked, eyebrows creasing in confusion as to why she was being quick to instruct him to leave.

"Yeah- do you really wanna tag along? Aren't you tired of running around the mall?"

Mick chuckled, "Yn, I'm an athlete. Do you really think walking for a bit will take all my energy away?" he questioned and when she opened her mouth he added, "Don't even mention the bags, they lightweight for me."

"Oh- ok, then," she couldn't help but grin, and grab his arm entering the store.

Not only did he watch her, but he helped Yn find her size when she liked on display, he did all the whistling and clapping too, though he had to charm the saleswoman with an autograph so she would let him into the fitting room with Yn. And though Mick saw everything, helped her choose, and paid for it without her noticing -something he had been doing all day-, he still asked for a private show at home just to hype her up.

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: Mick will go shopping with you and not only will he like it, but he'll end up getting stuff for him too. change my mind lol I hope you guys like it! Don't forget to reblog and leave me a comment *mwah*

[satureja13]

After Jeb and Kiyoshi finally came back to consciousness, the Boys went to Porto Luminoso. Since they're already here and the members of the Council scattered to the four winds, the Boys could as well cherish their time here before their meeting with athena and Ms Coombes tomorrow afternoon.

And since the Bond wasn't able to join Ji Ho and Vlad beyond the Veil and it's finally, finally allowed to run free (No curse! No spell! Nothing to hold it back anymore!) it's grimly determined to get its share! It's feeding off of the love shared between Ji Ho and Vlad and it's been starving all these years! Ji Ho and Vlad felt the pull from their Bond. It wants them alone. And close to each other! And they decided not to act up, since the Bond already hates Vlad (for trying to kill it - twice!) and they are afraid it would punish him again, should they not obey ö.ö' Vlad: "Eh, Ji Ho and I..." Jack laughed: "Got it! See you later for dinner at Porto Azzurro! And: don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

The others went over to Porto Azzurro. Sai and Jeb fell behind because Sai was drawn towards 'Moda Capoliveri', the fashion store. To give Jeb and Sai some alone time too, Kiyoshi said: "Jack and I are going jet skiing. See you later!" Jeb was flustered, being alone with Sai after all those months apart is still a mine field, but answered: "Uhm, ok..." Jack was proud of Kiyoshi making a bold move like this: "You're totally my kind of scum. Fearless and inventive." And off they went.

It still feels awkward between Jeb and Sai. They agreed to start over again but Jeb is afraid if he says the wrong thing, it would all go downhill again... But Jeb didn't need to talk. Like the Bond, Sai is grimly determined to make it work this time. Sai: "Do you remember our first date? Tomorrow it's two years ago. You also took me to a fashion shop." Jeb laughed: "It was just the Thriftea ^^' But of course I remember." They didn't have money to buy anything since they're already deep in dept for their tutoring, but Sai loves it to browse for new ideas for Noxee and his fashion store Strawberry Cake Fashion.

Jeb sensed how tense Sai is and how much he dreads their meeting with athena and Ms Coombes tomorrow. Jeb: "We will be able to pay back the school fees and of course Ms Coombes will give us a loan. Vlad, Kiyoshi and I worked hard over the weeks you've spent at the beach house and we even payed back Rubyn and the others and were able to put some money at the side. Don't worry, hm?" Sai: "Gods, while we wasted our time with that stupid game and the tin can!" Jeb: "Don't say that. This game helped us a lot and it is going to help others too (Jeb sensed that Sai wanted to scream and disagree, but he kept on talking). Sai, the Therapy Game was worth the trouble. And our stay at Verdantis was worth it too. Look on the bright side, hm? We got amazing tutoring and improved a lot and the game helped us to overcome some of our hardships. I feel we're able to face anything now. You did a great job keeping us together and making us stronger." Sai smiled at Jeb, he always knows to say the right things to him. Then what Jack said earlier came to his mind (about Jeb trying to avoid woohooing with Sai) and so he tried to nudge Jeb in a different direction... Sai: "Since we improved a lot, will we also be be able to put our relationship to the next level? We could ask the owner of Hotel Elvis for a free room, since we chased the Council away from Tartosa again ;) We've spent our second date here, do you remember?" The Little Goats: 'Yes, yes, YES!'

But Jeb didn't find it fair to the others (they are supposed to sleep at the campsite tonight to keep their money together) and does not want to exploit the hotel owner, so he declined Sai's offer... Or maybe he really tries to avoid getting physical because he does not want to hurt Sai should he want more...

'She: You know, sometimes I ask myself: What is this a kind of fear to lose you? What is inside of you that makes you unique And makes me fall in love with you?

He: I like to spend days teasing you With phrases that I get old And, perhaps, your impossible character Makes me fall in love with you

Cosa Sei - Ricchi e Poveri

'A volte, sai, non so perché, mi trovo a chiedermi cosa sarà questa paura che ho di perderti. Che cosa c'è dentro di te che ti fa unico e mi fa innamorare di te?

Mi piaci sempre e passo i giorni stuzzicandoti con frasi come «Sto invecchiando sopportandoti» e forse è proprio il tuo carattere impossibile che mi fa innamorare di te.'

From the Beginning 🔱 Underwater Love 🔱 Latest

Current Chapter: 'Here comes the Sun' from the beginning ▶️ here Last Chapter: 'Who killed Jack?' from the beginning ▶️ here

📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 23-28

[florashifting]

Marvel dr incorrect quotes (eternals edition)

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Makkari: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.

Jaz: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you.

*Thena walks in*

Jaz: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

-

Jaz: So according to the cease and desist order I got, apparently you can’t ‘legally’ be a lawyer if your license is ‘cut out of a cereal box’.

-

Sersi : Are you a masochist or a sadist?

Druig, deadpan: I’m a Taurus.

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Sersi : Do you even know what an amulet is?

Jaz: Of course I do! I eat amulets sometimes. I like the ones with cheese and onions!

Sersi : Jaz, those are omelettes.

Jaz: Oh. Then I’ve got nothing.

-

Jaz: You know, when I first met you I thought you were a real bitch.

Ikaris : What changed your mind?

Jaz: Oh, now I know that you’re a fake bitch. Why do you ask?

-

Jaz: You can address me as Eagle One.

Jaz: From now on we will be using code names.

Jaz: Druig is “been there done that”.

Jaz: Ikaris is “currently doing that”.

Jaz: Gilgamesh is “it happened once in a dream”.

Jaz: Ajak is “if I had to pick a dude/gal/enby”.

Jaz: And Sersi is..

Jaz: Eagle Two

Sersi : Oh thank god.

-

Jaz: Why do you think I don’t like you? I do. I would kill for you.

Jaz: Ask me to kill for you.

Thena: ...First of all, calm down-

-

Jaz: I may be antisocial and unattractive.

Sersi : ...but?

Jaz: That's all.

-

*The Squad is gathered in the living room for a meeting*

Jaz: *walks in and sits on Thena’s lap*

The Squad: …

Kingo: Why are you sitting there?

Jaz: There’s no free seats!

Kingo: But we made sure there was enough room for-

Thena: *hugs Jaz tightly* There are no free seats.

-

Jaz: I never tell people off the bat that I'm queer. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like "you know I'm queer right?" and watch the look of terror on their face.

Ikaris :

Ikaris : I like you.

-

Jaz: Onion rings are vegetable donuts.

Gilgamesh, used to Jaz being dumb: Sure...

Jaz: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.

Gilgamesh: Okay?

Jaz: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake.

Gilgamesh:

Jaz: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio-

Gilgamesh: Jesus, that one is a little-

Makkari, interested: No, no, Jaz, keep going.

-

Jaz: We need to open this locked door. Druig, give me your credit card.

Druig: Here.

Jaz, pocketing it: Thanks. Thena, break down the door.

-

Makkari: Are you an ‘arr’ pirate or a ‘yo ho ho’ pirate?

Ikaris : I’m a ‘I’m not paying $600 for photoshop’ pirate.

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Jaz: Surgery is basically just stabbing someone to life.

Sersi : Please never become a surgeon.

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Sersi : Treat spiders the way you want to be treated!

Jaz: Killed without hesitation.

-

Jaz: But that place is haunted.

Sersi : Ghosts prey on fear. Just be confident!

Jaz, marching into the haunted house: I AM NOT SCARED! I AM NOT A PUSSY!

-

Jaz: You... you said I could trust you!!

Jaz: You said you were a GAMER!!!

Sersi : Jaz... I only play mobile games.

Jaz: NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

-

Ajak: Don't joke about murder. I was murdered once and it offends me.

-

Jaz, wiping tears from their eyes: If you love someone, set them free. If they come back, it’s meant to be…

Ikaris : I’m literally just going to the store.

-

Druig: *Gets down on one knee*

Jaz: Oh my god! It’s finally happening! Druig: *Collapses* Jaz: The poison’s kicking in!

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Jaz: I got grounded for a whole week just because I came home late.

Ikaris : Well, you deserved it. I mean, getting everyone's hopes up like that and then showing up again.

-

Ikaris : Life could be worse, Jaz.

Jaz: Life could be a lot better too!

-

[yourpalmickeymouse]

Mickey helllo!! ☀️ how long has it been since I was here the last time? (The last time I asked you was… months ago haha!) I’ve been busy with my life and well, let’s just say a lot has happened to me! 😄

Okay enough about me, I wanna ask you something, it’s actually have to do about well. Your height (if that’s okay for me to ask!),

Do you get tired of being small? I can feel not many people would take you seriously for your size or would make fun of you height for laughs… (is it also a genetic thing in your family where your relatives are also the same height as you?)

But to me, I don’t think you’re small at all. Physically yes but I know deep down you have a big heart that would never stop trying to help the people they care and cherish the most! :D (that’s all I got Mickey, it’s great to be back here once again! I’ll be sure to stop by again pal!)☀️

Hiya Sunny,

It's swell to hear back from you again. It has been quite a while, hasn't it? Though to be honest, I've also been pretty busy with all these crooks runnin' around Mouseton. Sometimes it feels like they're tryin' to break a world record on the most amount of crime they can commit within a couple of months. It's real annoyin'.

As for your question... ha... I was wonderin' when this would pop up. Don't worry 'bout askin'. I love answerin' 'em all. 😊

When it comes to my height, I guess I could see why someone would see it as a flaw. To be honest, the world I live in doesn't always seem to have people of my height in mind. Outside of havin' a heck of a time gettin' a car where I can reach the pedals, I have to bring my own stool whenever I go to the market since whatever I want is always, always, on the highest shelves. It's real annoyin' at times. But there are benefits too. If anythin' I think it offers me a bit of unique perspective that not a lot of people get. Sometimes I feel like I can be a bit more agile and fit into places most others can't. Also if I can't find something I like in the men's section of the clothing store I can always go to the kid's section and find somethin' there, ha ha. The clothes are usually cooler there anyway.😉

I think with the right mindset, you can do anything no matter what size you are.

As for where it comes from, it's definitely genetic but also very random. My Uncle Jeremy is short like me and yet my sister and Aunt Melinda are tall. I guess it would seem only the men in my family seem to be short, but based on past family reunions, that doesn't always hold up. To be honest it seems to vary wildly in mice in general. Even Minnie's family can be all over the place. It kinda makes me wonder if there's a size fairy that goes around to all the baby mice, randomly decidin' whether to make them short or tall🧚. Ha ha, Wouldn't that be funny? Maybe I should see if they can make a last-minute change.

Though seriously, as I said before, my height doesn't really bother me. Or at least it doesn't now. I'd like to say that it hasn't caused me any problems outside of high shelves... but that would be a lie. As you mentioned, I've definitely been ridiculed or not taken seriously for my height sometimes. I feel like I'm constantly havin' to prove myself and show that I'm more than capable of doin' what someone a little taller can.

Sometimes there's an advantage in people's underestimatin' ya, at least when I'm fightin' bad guys. But when I was younger and had lower confidence, it would really get to me. I remember readin' or hearin' somwhere 'bout how you could grow real tall if you eat a bunch of yams. So I used my allowance to buy a ton of yams and started eatin' 'em all in one sittin'. Of course, it didn't work and all I got was really sick. But after a nice talk with my sister and my aunt, I learned that nothin' was wrong with my size and I'm fine just the way I am. A bit cliché, but a much-needed message I still keep close to my heart.

Talkin' 'bout hearts, I appreciate you sayin' I have a big one. I definitely do try my best when it comes to carin' about others and makin' the world a better place. And ya know what, I think that's what really matters. We can't pick our own size, but we can pick the size of the positive impact we make on the world.

Thanks a bunch for the questions. I hope to see ya real soon.

- M.M.

[666writingcafe]

So, tomorrow is my birthday, and I'm trying really hard to calm my anxiety about the US Presidential Election, so I've picked a prompt from my Fall Menu and I'm gonna write it for myself. At least for a little while, it should distract me from the impending sense of doom I'm currently feeling.

Order #11

“I’ll be honest: I get off to the thought of you.” Lucifer x GN!MC

It started with a bottle of Demonus and a writing assignment.

This semester, I'm taking a theater class to improve my acting skills for RAD's Improv Club. I've done okay so far, but I've been told multiple times that I have a stick up my ass and need to relax. Maybe not in those exact words, but I'm pretty good at reading between the lines.

I suppose in this way, my pride is a detriment to my performance. I'm afraid of looking stupid in front of other people, especially when they're much more knowledgeable about a subject than I am. I feel rather nervous whenever I'm standing in front of the class, reading lines out loud. If I mess up, I feel like they'd all start mocking me. Word would spread across campus about how the Avatar of Pride isn't good at something, and everyone would stop taking me seriously.

Insecurity is a bitch sometimes.

Tonight's assignment is to write a monologue that starts with the line, I'll be honest: I get off to the thought of you. The professor will read through all of them and select a couple that he wants read out loud in class. Of course, being the prideful and competitive man I am, I want to be among that group. It would be nice to excel at this and essentially prove everyone wrong.

That's where the Demonus comes in.

I honestly tried my best to attack this sober, but the only thing I've successfully written in the past hour is the prompt itself. Nothing else has looked or sounded right. I figured the wine would help calm my frustration and somehow inspire me.

Two glasses should do it, at least as a start.

A gentle knock on the door interrupts me as soon as I've finished pouring glass number one. There's only one person in this entire House that has the decency to knock quietly.

"Come in," I call out, taking a sip of Demonus. The door slowly creaks open and closed as they enter the room.

"I brought you dinner." A plate soon gets set on a clean spot on my desk, away from any paperwork. "I figured you were in for a busy night when you rushed in here as soon as we returned from class, and I didn't want you to go hungry."

"Thanks." I quickly glance up at MC to acknowledge their presence before returning to the assignment at hand. However, I inadvertently meet their gaze, and I'm suddenly unable to look away.

Perhaps it's the lighting that makes them alluring in a t-shirt and sweatpants, or maybe I accidentally grabbed a stronger bottle than usual when I was at the store. In any case, seeing them causes ideas to begin pour into my head.

"Do you need to do anything else this evening?" I ask, my voice sounding oddly desperate.

"Not necessarily," they answer. "I mean, I was wanting to get a jump start on a project, but it can wait until tomorrow."

"Good. Would you mind taking a seat? I need you for something."

"Of course. What do you need me to do?"

"Just be here with me. I'll explain once I'm done writing." MC dutifully sits in one of the chairs across from me and pulls out their DDD as I begin scribbling furiously in my notebook. I can always rewrite this to look neater later, but if I don't get these ideas out of my head now, I'm afraid they're not going to appear again, and I really need to prove a point.

I can be vulnerable. I just need to be around the right person in order for that to happen, and if I can channel that into this monologue, then surely I'll get chosen to read it out loud, right?

~~~

"There. All done."

"I'm pleasantly surprised, Lucifer. You've managed to finish before I began nodding off." I playfully glare at MC, who reacts by sticking their tongue out at me.

Fuck, they're adorable.

I briefly explain the assignment to them, and they're astute enough to know that I want to read what I've written to them. Mostly so that they can help me edit, but this little exercise ended up morphing into a confession of sorts.

They need to hear these words come out of my mouth exactly as I've written them.

"Whenever you're ready, I'm all ears," they tell me. Clearing my throat, I begin reciting my monologue.

I'll be honest, I get off to the thought of you. Your smile, your scent, your sense of humor...everything about you turns me on. You have me wrapped around your finger in a way that no one else has before. I want to please you, and I'll do anything for your approval. Just the thought of you makes my heart skip a beat, and my pulse quicken. I want you more than words can describe. So, let me show you just how much I adore you. I'll do whatever you say, be whatever you want me to be, and give you all the pleasure in the world. Just the thought of holding you in my arms is enough to drive me wild. I crave you.

I want to feel your lips pressed against mine. To feel your warm breath against my skin. To hear the sound of your voice as you whisper sweet nothings into my ear. To touch every inch of your body and memorize every curve. To be yours, and for you to be mine. I want to hear the sound of your voice as you moan my name. To know that it's me making you experience true ecstasy would make me the happiest man in the world.

I love you, body and soul. Just let me prove it to you. I promise you won't regret it.

Looking up from my notebook reveals a blushing MC fiddling with the hem of their shirt.

"That was well-done," they mumble. "I'm sure you'll get high marks." They momentarily pause, swallowing nervously. "Can I ask you something?"

I nod my head, closing the notebook so they have my undivided attention.

"Did you have any other plans this evening?" They sound fearful. Are they afraid I'll reject their request?

"None that don't involve you." They initially open their mouth to respond, but quickly close it as my words fully register in their head.

"I see." Another swallow. "I haven't exactly been in this position before. Usually I'm the one submitting to other people. Are you sure you want me to do this?" I walk around my desk and stand in front of them, reaching down to touch the side of their face.

"My dear, silly little lamb, I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it. Besides, most of the hard work has been done already. All you have to do is give me an order. You don't even have to use the pact to get me to obey. I'll do whatever you say."

"Within reason?" I chuckle.

"I trust your judgement." MC closes their eyes and takes a deep breath.

"I want you in my bed. I know it's much smaller than yours, but--"

"Done. What else?" My interruption catches them off guard.

"Well...um..."

"Breathe." After MC takes another moment to compose themselves, they whisper,

"I wanna ride you."

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[deadmomjokes]

as a teacher, hearing about the way you communicate so clearly and thoroughly with your child is so inspiring. I wish more people had resources on how to communicate with kids like you do.

I'm very bad at taking compliments, so I'll just say "Thank you" and also qualify that she makes it pretty easy. She's very smart and has always, from day one basically, needed to know the reasons behind everything. In other circumstances, she would probably be called "stubborn" or "defiant." But the thing is, I remember my own "stubbornness" growing up, and it was almost always the result of me not understanding why things were the way they were. From a young age, I hated with a burning passion the "Because I said so" thing. So I determined that I didn't want to do that when/if I had kids of my own.

My daughter is very bright and curious and makes that easy for me. Her "why" phase was/is pretty specific, which is helpful in keeping ahead of the frustration-induced rage-meltdowns. (Not all of them, of course, because some concepts are really hard to grasp even as an adult, let alone when you're 4 years old and everything Feels Too Big.)

But I also made a conscious effort to start practicing early, before she could talk or push back on a lot of stuff. It felt so weird and silly at first, but I basically narrated everything I did with/around her, and put a reason for it. So a trip to the store sounded like this:

"We made it to the store to get our groceries, so we have yummy food to eat. Let's go inside and get a buggy--that's where we'll put all the things we get, because we can't carry them all in just our hands. I'm going to put you in the buggy, too, right here in this seat, that way you can see what's going on but I have both my hands to push the buggy and grab the things we need. Here, look, some bananas! Let's get some of those because you love to eat them. Oh, no, sorry baby, we can't eat them right now. This stuff isn't ours until we pay for it at the very end-- that's the part with the beep-beeper and the bags. When we get home we can have some of the bananas, because then they are our bananas." Etc, etc, on and on.

People looked at me like I was nuts. It felt a little nuts at times, especially before she could respond verbally. But it worked. It built a habit for me to give a reason for why I'm doing things, or making her do things. More importantly, I feel like, it made me stop and question when I didn't have a good reason for my answers or behaviors. Like if she comes up and asks to blow bubbles outside, and I go, "No baby, not right now," she can be like "why not?" And I have to look at myself and my reasoning. Is it because I'm actually busy or we're genuinely about to do something else that precludes the 5 minutes it'd take to do bubbles? Or is it because I just don't feel like it? It's not fair for "I don't feel like it" to supersede her desires for connection and entertainment all the time. (Sometimes you're just worn out and don't have the bandwidth for it, and that's valid. Parents are people too! But it can't be all the time, yk?) So if I don't have a good reason why not, I let her know that I thought about it more and changed my mind, and off we go to blow bubbles.

I also heard the advice, idk where or when, that you need to practice on your children what you want from them. So if I want my child to be kind, I have to be kind to her, in ways that she can see and appreciate. If I want her to know it's okay to change your mind, I have to point out when that happens for me, like in the above bubbles example. If I want her to be a decent human being who respects others, is empathetic, appreciates the efforts of others, speaks kindly, thinks about how her actions impact those around her, etc... You get the idea. It starts with me. And I try to consciously remind myself of that fact.

It's not always easy, because kids aren't always rational (but to be fair, neither are adults lol). And what is rational to a 4 year old is not always the same as what is rational to me, the adult with almost 3 decades of experience more than her. So sometimes it's like explaining to the wind why it ought to blow in a different direction. But the longer I get to know her, the more I'm able to pick up on the way she sees things, her personal defaults, the way she talks around concepts she's not sure about, etc. It's part of what's cool about getting to be her parent. I get such a close-up view of this little person becoming a little person, and it makes me stop and think about things I have taken for granted for a long time.

I'm rambling again, but I have developed a lot of Strong Feelings about the way kids are treated and looked at in general, and a lot of determination to do better for the kids I get the privilege of loving.

[lakesparkles]

Thinking about... Goosepowers. As I don't really think we'll get a season 2, here are some headcanons:

- Something I love about them is how their relationship is actually... Very health lol. It's that thing about them canceling each other's negativity. Do you remember how soft Julie's smile is when she's around him? She doesn't do this with anybody else, I think. So, while they make everybody else's lives hell (for no reason), they're still quite sweet to each other, with all the pet names and stuff like this. It just makes everybody else hate them more.

- But do I think their relationship is perfect? Of course not. They're still Gideon and Julie, nothing would change that. And Julie truly, truly loves Gideon, but she would be lying if she said she could fully trust him. Gideon is unpredictable, and she pretty much dislikes how she's never sure if he's being nice because he cares about her or because he wants something *from her.*

(more below)

- Let's pretend for a second that the Glow exists in the anime. I imagine Gideon happily telling her about it. At first, Julie would be "yeah, that is very sexy of you, baby", a little proud of his mind. After thinking more about that, she would notice it was not good news. I mean, Gordon would never hurt her, she know this. He would never use that Glow thing on her, right? Most times, she believes on him. When she's upset about anything else, however, her mind goes back to the doubt stage. What if he already did it and her feelings and memories aren't her own? What if this dude sleeping next to her was never that nerd teen she once met in high school? She hates this feeling and how her stupid mind doesn't let her trust him.

- Gideon has his own issues to deal with, of course, and he's not good at this. Sometimes he feels bitter about the way Julie makes him different - in many ways. The fact he can never truly controls her is what makes her so interesting to him, but he's not used to that feeling at all. He's not used to even liking someone at all. Gideon realized things with Julie are very different from Ramona, but he always suspects the ending will be the same. That he'll wake up and she'll be gone. He doesn't only *think* that. He's sure. So he doesn't like when they fight. I can see him gently holding her arm, smiling while saying they should talk instead. The "okay, just don't leave" every single time that only ends up making Julie even more upset.

- Okay, now something more wholesome: after getting his money back - and fixing all the mess Matthew caused -, Gideon will be very excited to give Julie many gifts. He'll make sure that she knows she can get anything she wants at any store she wants. If it makes her happy, he'll give it, no matter what. Julie accepts it, why wouldn't she lol

- But she isn't dependent on Gideon, of course. She likes having her own space and her own better job. I still didn't decide what exactly she would work with, but it would be related to hosting parties or big events, I guess.

[blackbloodteeth]

4 Years, and then some

Since I've never really mentioned it in detail anywhere, allow me to share an idea I deemed unable to write because it was just too long, and the main reason for this is that the story itself takes place over the course of about four years, give or take a few months more. Most likely would've been named after the amount of years that pass initially.

It should be noted that this is somewhat long, clocking in at around 3.2k words. It's somewhere between a ramble and traditional writing, but there's really no better way to convey an idea like this, and it's just another form of storytelling. Either way, here it finally is.

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The start of it would've been after said four or so years where Soul and Maka are contemplating the decision to make a long trip, knowing it will be daunting for them both. Maka has become dead set on going through with this, and Soul will always go where she does.

You now get to see where this truly starts, four years prior. It was a regular assignment, or as regular as taking on a witch gets. Maka appears to be holding her own – she is wielding Soul, after all – but it is soon revealed to have been a distraction to the witch's true motive: A powerful spell that shakes the earth itself.

Something doesn't go quite the way it was expected, however. The witch disintegrates on the spot. Maka falls to her knees, not because she was harmed, but because she felt something so visceral it made her drop Soul and wretch: The day the world fell silent.

And that's the name of this chapter.

After consoling his meister and helping her back onto her feet, slowly they start to assess what really happened. The witch – not even her soul – was nowhere to be found. The soul responses or bodies of anyone in the surrounding township was nowhere to be found. The soul responses of anyone, any living person, in as far as her perception would stretch without hurting her further was nowhere to be found.

Everything was silent.

It's a lot to take in when you can feel the presence of everyone around you, even if you don't think about it, and suddenly they're all gone. Soul has her try to sit down for a moment, let her rest for even just a second while he tries to rationalize all this. Television only somewhat functions, and of course there's no news on this – can't if there's no one to report it. Radio's a bust, but it was worth a short. He decides to skip telephoning once he can understand Maka enough to try mirroring home.

Except... nothing happens.

He tries again. And again. And again. And no one answers.

The world has fallen silent. And they're the only ones left in it.

It's a lot to take in when you realize the world suddenly ended without knowing it. Soul, however, doesn't want to think about it. He's still here, he has Maka, and she's upset. He might be upset. But he has to look after his partner.

Electricity is still automated enough that it hasn't shut down yet by this point. Cars are deserted, many left on and in places that were caused by inertia, sometimes into each other. Buildings are obviously abandoned, and that makes this the perfect time to hit the store – They can do whatever they want to get their minds off of everything until she's calmed down, and if it helps jinx it so everyone appears again to get them in trouble, then it's a win-win, right?

Freezer's definitely going to go first, so: Ice cream. Try whatever flavours they want, break a few rules, make her laugh while he can. It was fun, forgetting for a moment. They could pretend things were normal, like everyone was just hiding and they were a couple of goofy, reckless teens causing trouble. Maybe mess around and see who would end up in jail more than the other for how much stupid crap they did.

It was a day he would still remember vividly every time he thought about it again.

The next chapters aren't so concrete.

Over time, Maka got used to her perception being underworked, to the point she could feel the faintest signals of life from insects if she focused. Most animals had also vanished, but some – like birds and fish – still remained, settling into this silent world as if it almost hadn't changed.

While she can sense Soul at all times, Soul wasn't as unlucky and eventually devised a system to help keep track of each other as they later needed to separate (out of sight, but still within earshot) or in the event something other than them somehow becomes a threat. Maka wore lightweight but noisy enough items when exploring, and the both of them had bells in case they needed to locate each other faster. If the two ever needed space (which was rare, all things considered), they would keep each other updated and make sure to check in at designated places.

As for the world itself, electricity did inevitably fail. One by one, the unattended grids shut themselves down and the two had spent much of the time beforehand preparing to survive without the necessities they'd grown up with. They'd raided most of the stores for goods – water, clothes, lights and batteries, etc. – and made a "home base" of sorts where shelter and temperature would be the least likely to be an issue. It turned them into decent scavengers, both having at least some on-the-field survival skills and fairly good wit, and of course teamwork to coordinate the window they'd been gifted to prepare.

Then... came afterwards. Surviving.

It should be known now that they weren't in Death City when this happened. Could've been halfway across the country to fight that witch. Speaking of, they did actually go back and attempt to figure out what the spell was. What remained was all in the witch's native language, and with her vanished that knowledge no matter how studious Maka was – Whatever really occurred with the spell, intended or not, was most likely irreversible.

It was going to be a long four years that the witch left for them.

For a good portion of it – they stopped being able to keep track of days accurately after a few months – they lived in the town where it had occurred. Had a pretty good setup with what was left behind, but eventually they knew they'd run out of resources, and gasoline does expire after enough time. When the time finally came, they took all of their preparations with them and learned not to grow too attached to anything that wasn't necessity.

They didn't carry much with them on themselves; There were a few backpacks, and even a couple of wagons they could wheel behind them, but for the most part they traveled with what they needed and that was it. Always hope for the best in the next place, but prepare for the worst on getting there.

Mind you, they did keep at least a few comfort objects – They were human, after all. Maka always tried to read up as many books as she had the time for since she couldn't take them all with her, save for a couple she found to be her favorites, and throwaway journals that she could write in but abandon when no longer needed. Soul had the guilty pleasure of spending some of their batteries on cassettes and keeping his most replayed on hand in case the quiet creeped in too much. He did eventually also make use of journals too, just never shared what he wrote. That was okay.

Living on just their own (quite literally) was the hardest when they started to think about it.

In the weeks, months, years that passed, many conversations came and went, but some were almost a necessity of their own. Heavy weight that the mind can only carry for so long, and truths that could never truly remain lies even if they hurt.

They were alone, but at the same time they also weren't. They slowly eased into letting out the harder stuff of living in a world that wasn't the one they grew up in, piece by piece opening up and processing it together. Soul and Maka missed home. They missed their friends, the families they once knew, people. Death City was a lot like Schrödinger's Cat in that they knew that everyone would be gone, but in their minds they were still alive, just far away with them not having seen it since that day. Maka didn't have the stomach to go back home and prove the cat existed. Soul didn't have the heart to think of what the answer would mean for them.

Then there was the important conversation. They were the last two humans on Earth, the last living relics of what the world once was as it slowly becomes reclaimed by nature. Soul and Maka would carry on that last memory, hold onto it for what it was, but for as long as that too would last, "souls" would end with them.

Four years is a lot of time to process, and at the same time it isn't enough. Neither of them really knew much about each other in retrospect, but slowly they would learn, even it would never be everything. Sometimes Maka would hold Soul in his scythe form again, just having whole conversations between their heads. Sometimes Soul would cry at night because he regrets not seeing his brother and could no longer hide it. Whenever they set up a new place to sleep, they'd gather as many pillows and stuffed animals as their surroundings allowed, and eventually found it much safer and easier to share the same bed. At times, things weren't so lonely.

Four years is a lot of time to pass, and at the same time it all blurred by in the end. And so returns the beginning.

Returning to Death City to finally put the question to rest was something that weighed on their minds the longer it sat there. Maka had been opposed to it more than Soul had for obvious reasons, but four years and a few months since the day the world fell silent, Maka decides that it's time to be okay with knowing. It was on this morning that Soul unhesitantly agreed to see this journey through, and burned his last journal before the sleeping sun fully rose.

The trek will be a long one. They may not return, depending on if there are no more supply stops before traversing the desert. It's a risk, almost as reckless as she was in the before days. but it was a purpose. To be alive is to know, even if the answer was the end of everything.

It's unknown by this point how long the trip takes. A couple of wayward souls making their way back home on foot, through the woods of towns and fields of roads, hand in hand towards uncertainty. The desert is at least a little more forgiving in autumn, and what would a journey be without its destination – Maka was born here, Soul was one of them. They were strong even as the horizon of the city's silhouette was empty.

In a way it almost hadn't changed. Streets were still recognizable beneath the sand, rust and hardy plants making a living among the buildings, and birds could sometimes still be heard echoing through the quiet of nothing. Neither of them needed to find the apartment.

Soul and Maka find themselves at that old staircase again, her hand squeezing his. She hasn't said anything more so than usual, but that was never unexpected. What is, though, is the little feeling that passes along through his hand. They need to see what's in the still heart of the Academy.

Up the steps, Maka almost doesn't pace herself – They've left everything behind by this point, save for a few remaining drops of water between the two of them. It's sundown by the time they've made it to the top, but there's no time to rest, not truly until they've seen this through to the end. Their flashlights still work as needed, and Soul even ends up lightly bringing up how unsettling it is walking through these hallways again. Still was never a fan of the dark.

It's been a while, to say the least, but Maka still remembers where the halls lead. Classrooms that used to be all she could think about slipping past them, a layout that almost doesn't make sense to those who were never born with it. And finally... the Death Room. She still knows where to find it.

She needs to remember how to breathe before even setting foot in front of the door – Soul offers for them to take a break with how much they've walked, but they're already here, just need to... finish this.

It'd be almost nostalgic, in a way; Like that lifetime ago when she'd failed to reach the goal she set for the both of them, one that mattered more than herself at times. But now, this is it. This is the end of everything.

All there is is opening the door.

The Death Room looks so much stranger in contrast to the rest of the memories that have led up to this point – Instead of a endless blue sky, its like an infinite void. Not even the walkway leading up to the platform remains, just a little space to walk in, and the steps leading up to something dark floating in the exact center of the room.

It's... dormant. Maka can feel it, could the farther they moved into the city. It doesn't feel dead, but it doesn't feel alive either, just... exists.

Was this... Lord Death?

Maka doesn't know how to answer that.

They both look at each other, never having let go of each other's hand. Both think of reaching out to it – nothing left to lose, maybe? – until something very bright and jarring slices through from the ceiling and lands directly in front of it. Needless to say, both are ready to have a heart attack.

After enough cursing passes to raise the rating, the light – a sword? – suddenly bursts into another show of light, revealing it to be none other than the Holy Sword Excalibur of legend.

Being the last audience members on Earth, let's just cut to the chase: Excalibur recounts that he avoided whatever had occurred that day by cutting through the very fabric of time and space to preserve himself, and that, coincidentally, this has left a hole between then and now that he could help Soul and Maka return through if they played their cards right. As shocking as this information is, would they have ever said no?

It was the biggest gamble of them all, Soul reckoned. Going back in time and stopping this from ever happening was indeed dangerous business. And yet, maybe it's because Maka still has that old sense of adventure still burning in the embers of her soul, reassured by Excalibur's telling that the persistence of these two left just a shred of order still lingering in the world.

A chance to truly lose everything for the second time was horrifying beyond comprehension, but to fight to save that last piece of what was left of the world, how it should be... perhaps that was the most human thing they could think of.

And so, hand firmly in hand, they take ahold of the Holy Sword's hilt, and let its shining light engulf them as they don't dare to ever let go. The threads of time and space pull on them even as they felt completely weightless, the sheer existence of Everything passing them by but too much for them to perceive. Soul and Maka were both nothing and something between it all, just souls that held on to hope and the memory of what they knew and the pure light keeping it together, until finally eternity grinds to a halt of 60 seconds per minute as the blade of the Holy Sword pierces straight through the witch's heart.

Four years and many months prior to before the spell could activate.

As Soul and Maka caught back up to time and space and gravity, Excalibur stood watch as his light had saved them from both the fabric of reality and the overwhelming sensation of souls being in the world once more, a feeling so strong that even Soul could feel it right through his bones after having spent so long in silence. And they looked upon the way they came from, the opening of Everything tying itself back up just as quickly with the threads that had been pulled through it.

Order had been restored. The world was no longer silent, now exactly as it had been on that day. The two look straight to each other – Their younger selves weren't here, but they were still around? Were they going to disappear now that things were back to normal?

Excalibur slammed his cane down like a gavel – Nay. Order had been brought back to life. Soul and Maka are Soul and Maka, the two souls carrying the threads and needle through which the world needed to realign itself. They now carry the stitches of having fixed a part of Everything, but what's done is done.

For once, what Excalibur said made almost complete sense. He then tips his hat farewell, wishing to return home for the day, yet departs his wisdom that they may take as much time as they need now that normalcy is as it was (and that they may visit him again as they so wish).

Deciding to take his advice, the two take a breather as Maka readjusts to feeling soul wavelengths again, and Soul lets it sink in at least a little at first that they can now call back home when they're ready even if they aren't sure what to do with the witch's soul.

The mirror call home was jarring, to say the least. Everyone they remembered was exactly the way they were four years (and many months) since Soul and Maka began surviving on their own, however they themselves had noticeably aged, much to the confusion, and eventual concern, of even just those in the Death Room. It was strange seeing it so bright and lively.

The witch's soul would be dealt with at later point. What matters now was getting them back home safely, and taking care of their needs – It had been a long four years, and now they could finally rest. Make sure their physical and mental health needs were met, letting them readjust to other people, and eventually reintegrate their daily lives back into society, one step at a time.

Soul even decided, when they were comfortable enough to be more apart from each other, to return back home to his family. See his brother again and let him know how much he meant, even if it was hard being a little older than he should be. After Maka had similarly made peace with both her parents – having had time to process how difficult it was, and being at least a little more okay with neither of them being perfect – she took a trip to visit and meet Soul's family, his nana being especially welcoming in hearing what they both went through.

It was a long number of years since the goals they once strived for as weapon and meister mattered. It wasn't a hurried decision, but they decided to lay that part of themselves to rest for good – Not because they had died all those years ago, on that day, but because they were given a second chance at life, and they wanted to find their own ways on living it to their fullest.

They both went through with finishing schooling, graduating, and as the years passed again – not surviving, just being – that silent world faded into memory, with Soul and Maka waking every day thankful that no matter where they go from here, they were together throughout all of everything.

[yurfavmommy]

I uploaded a couple of chapter to my Severus Snape shorts on Wattpad, but I didn’t even think of adding them here. Here it is

Warnings: Smut :) 18+

Sweet Dreams Princess

It's another Friday afternoon and you're making your way to your last class of the day. Potions. You knew just about everything you needed to know and then some when it came to the crafts of potions, but the potions weren't what really interested you in class. The tall, strong, dark and mysterious professor that taught the class was though indeed. He was the only one on your mind most of the time. You didn't think you were obsessed, but the more you thought about the professor over the years, the more you wondered what he was like when he wasn't so stuck up in the ass. You also realized being kind wasn't going to work fast enough.

            You walked to the door of the class and pulled your skirt up right above your knees and straightened your posture. You made sure to be late a few minutes to set the trap. You bust through the door to make your dramatic entrance and of course all eyes are on you. You couldn't help but notice Professor Snape shooting his head up and shooting you a glare that could kill. "Ms. Y/N. Why. Are. You late to my class? Actually save it. Detention 8 o'clock. Don't be late." You had never had a detention before and it does make you nervous, but you wanted your plan to work out.

            Today you were all brewing a sleeping draught. Pretty simple for you. When you had walked into class you had chose the empty seat right in front of his desk because you knew nobody wanted to sit there. Not even Hermione. It helped out with your plan. When you were walking to get your ingredients, you had tripped and caught yourself on your professors desk. You knew not responding to Snape's question asking if you were alright would annoy him, but of course he made sure to ask as well as throw in an insult as well. You just picked yourself up and walked away to the store room to grab what you needed. Now you didn't plan for one of the ingredients to be in the top shelf, and you pulled your skirt down just a pinch to not flash yourself to anyone. Your legs were showing a lot, but not your underwear. As you went to reach the item you needed a long arm with a black sleeve grabbed it first startling you. You quickly got off your toes and turned quickly knocking a vile off of a shelf.

            You winced because you knew you were in for it. "Ten points from Y/H and your detention just changed to 7:00pm sharp. If you are late the consequences won't be merciful." You took this to your advantage. "It's your fault the vile fell from the shelf. If you got my attention before getting so close this would have been avoided. And I will be here at 8. I'm rather busy not caring about what the bat has to say." You knew saying this was very inappropriate. You knew it would send him almost over the edge, but what you did next you knew put the cherry on top of the cake. You maneuvered around him and slipped out of the room. You grabbed your bag and got out just before he could say something, and oh boy you knew your ass was grass.

             You were one of Snape's top students. You had never stepped out of line, and you knew how to mind your own business. Your grades didn't change over the course of the three weeks you started to change. You knew he knew that you were acting out, but that didn't stop you. To be honest you only thought your plan out so far, and you didn't actually think past this moment. It was like you were afraid he wouldn't be interested back. He did give you special treatment sometimes and now it's going to be down the drain. When you got back into your dorm you decided to dress normal for detention. Your attitude wasn't based off of how you dress, and you weren't very comfortable wearing the revealing clothes around the school. You made the point you wanted.

            It was 6pm and dinner started 30 minutes ago. You weren't going and a house elf politely brought some food up to you. You were thinking of what Snape will say and you were thinking of chickening out. You knew you'd be toast if you did skip. You finished your dinner and started to get ready. You just went with some leggings/jeans and a t-shirt/blouse (whatever you want really).  You were slow to the room and once you got there you walked in. The first few steps into the room and the door slammed shut so loudly you nearly jumped out of your skin. 'Just breath' you kept telling yourself. You didn't even have much time to turn until Snape was glaring at you and he grabbed your shirt and forced you into a chair.

            His steps were heavy as he walked to the front of his desk and leaned against it with his arms crossed against his chest in a way that made your stomach drop. You were sitting with your hands tight in your lap trying to steady your breathing, when he swiftly moved to hovering just inches from your face. His eyes were looking into yours with an angry but questionable look in them. You know he's trying to search into your mind to see if he could see why you've been acting the way you have. His next words sent shivers down your spine. "You will never disrespect me again. Understood?" You were frozen and didn't know what to say. You shouldn't be thinking about his lips on yours at a time like this. "UNDERSTOOD?" His voice was deeper the second time, and your eyes glazed over just the slightest, and that's when the lightbulb went off inside of his head, and you could see it.

            Had your cover been blown already? What do you say? What should you do? With that final statement the only thing you could do was give out a soft "okay". He was still staring at you, but with the couple of inches he's moved back he's still staring at you. It was weird to you. Almost like a trance. What is he thinking? When was the last time you blinked? You seemed to get pulled back into reality a little and blinked quickly a few times relieving yourself of the burn you felt in your eyes just moments ago. Why was he just staring at you? It hits you. Snape is basically a master when it came to reading minds. A legilimens. This whole time you were worried about the wrong thing, and now you know he knows, and now he knows that you know he knows.

            In an instant he's turned around and walked up to an empty wall in his classroom and was already saying  a spell revealing a black elegant door. Are those his living quarters? Your eyes snapped up to him when he approaches you again. "How childish of you to play these games. You're just like all of those other brats. You want attention? Get. Up. Now." He has you by the wrist and he's pulling you to the black door slightly pushing you inside. When you turn to him he has the door shut and locked. He's swift on his feet backing you up into the wall nearest. "Is this what you wanted? For me to give into your teenage mood swings? You want to be the bitch that I get to walk on my leash?" You didn't necessarily like when people called you names so vulgar, but he picked up on that and smirked. At this point there was no need to close your mind off because he's seen everything. The daydreams of you and him. Even the embarrassing ones of you and him staying together forever.

            He grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. "Are you going to be a good girl for me or are you going to need punished?" You nod to him. "Speak. Are you going to be a good girl for me?" You lick your lips. "Ye-yes." his smirk turns into a small smile. "Yes what?" Your breath hitches. "Yes. Sir." He gives you a small but affectionate kiss. "You may call me Severus Y/N." Between the heat in the air and the way he says your name you know you're in for it now. His lips move to yours again and he moves one hand to the small of your back while the other is running up and down your side. You cant help the small moan that comes out of your mouth.

            "Why are you being so shy now? You had no problem acting the way you did in my classroom earlier today." He's now kissing small kisses down your chin to the tops of your collarbone. Your mind is in shambles and you cant think of an answer. He's teasing you and it makes a blush spread across your cheeks. "You're already a mess for me." He ushers you to follow him to the bed in his room and he lightly pushes you down on the bed to resume kissing you and rubbing your now exposed skin. "Your body is beautiful and all mine." He slides your pants off and throws them into the corner of the room. You place yourself on your elbows while he makes his way in between your legs going back to kissing your neck.

            His hand make their way to rub up and down the insides and outsides of your thighs and you can just feel yourself dripping for contact on your aching pussy. He doesn't touch it and moves to take your shirt off and then your bra leaving you in only your underwear. "You're being such a good girl for me princess." He knows just what to say to you to make you feel more needy for him. He takes one of your breasts into his hand and bends down to suck on your nipples. His free hand is traveling slowly up your inner thigh just barely grazing your heat with each stroke. It almost feels too much for you. The teasing. He finds a sensitive spot on your side and starts to leave little marks from his kisses. He does the same thing again but only on your thigh so close to the area that's begging for stimulation. You throw your head back biting your lip to hold in your moans. Severus knows you're trying to hold them in so he moves up to your ear. "I want to hear you say my name in those pretty moans of yours."

            When he starts kissing your neck again you cant hold them in anymore. "Severus I need you." Your breathing and moans are growing in sound from his touch. "You need me to what Y/N?" You didn't want to say it. "What do you want me to do? I'll stop if you won't tell me." Your lust filled eyes meet his. "I want you to make me yours." His eyes light up with recognition. "Is my princess a virgin." You nod. "Yes, but I want you so bad. Please." Severus nods in approval, and stands starting the process of unbottoning his robes. you sit up and start to unbutton the for him. "Not being so shy now huh?"

            Being honest you weren't shy at all. You trust Severus and you know you're safe and he won't hurt you. You get to the last button and he then takes his shirt off revealing his toned chest. Next you were a little shy reaching for the button of his pants, but you wanted to be with him so it didn't matter. You pulled his pants to his knees and he helped you take them off of him only leaving him in his boxers. You could see his bulge huge now without the compression from his pants restricting it from view. When you started to pull his boxers down you were getting more excited. The feelings you've been holding in for so long you have to no longer. His member sprung out from his boxers and you grew hungrier for him.

            He went to move you to lay back down but you stayed up wanting to touch him too. "Are you sure you want to this time?" He was asking not expecting you to want to, but you nodded and put your hand on the shaft of his dick and started slowly moving it back and forth. You were contempt when he moved his head back and let out a soft deep moan. Next you placed a soft kiss on the tip of him and slowly lapped your tongue around his head. He moved his head quick to look at you in bewilderment of your actions. You placed more of his throbbing member into your mouth and hollowed your cheeks to start moving back and forth.

            When you looked up at his face he was staring at you with so much feeling it made you wetter. "You're doing so well princess. It feels so good." After getting used to seeing him you took your mouth off with a 'pop'. Severus leaned down and connected his lips with yours moving you back onto the middle of the bed. He trailed long sloppy kisses all the way down to your heat, and kissed that too sending a shiver down your spine. He placed both hand on your underwear and pulled them off revealing your soaking cunt. He put his hand under your thighs and spread your legs apart kissing them. His hot breath was making you squirm and now he finally sent a slow lick up your cunt. That made your body jolt and your hand immediately found their way to his hair.

            His licks were getting faster and he started to suck on your clit sending you into a spiral of pleasure. Something was bubbling up inside of you and you only have ever felt it when you were alone by yourself. Someone else doing it for you was magic to you. Severus hums onto your pussy. "You taste so wonderful princess." All of the name calling and gentleness is sending you over the edge. "Do you want to cum for me princess?" He takes two fingers and glides them into you while still sucking on you. Your moaning has doubled in sound and you know you're about to cum. "Please can I cum Severus? Please." You don't think you can hold it in longer. "Cum for me princess. Cum for me." Your legs start to shake and you're sent into your first orgasm of the night. You were biting your lip so hard and grabbing onto his hair. When you were coming down from your high he removed his hands and crawled up to your face to cradle it and give you more kisses.

            These kisses were more lustful and urgent. "Are you ready for my cock princess?" You nod your head still needy for more. "Yes. Please! I need you now." You closed your eyes when you felt the tip of his penis start to push inside you. He slides more of himself in and you opened your eyes when you realized it doesn't really hurt much. You move your hips silently asking for more and he gives it to you. He's fully inside you and starts to move back and forth slowly picking up a steady pace. You grab his face and start to make out with him. While his hand works its way to your clit the other is cradling the back of your head. You're meeting his thrusts now and he's a moaning mess just as much as you are.

            "Can we try another position?" With that he turns you over and has you get on your knees. When he re enters you he's deeper than before. You open your mouth and dig your face into the bed digging your fingers into the sheets. This is way better than you could have ever imagined it to be. "You make me feel so good princess. Thats my good girl." His thrusting is getting faster and you can feel him reach down to rub your clit. "I want you to cum for me again Y/N. Cum for me on my cock" Not seconds later you're cumming on his cock. He keeps thrusting making your orgasm last longer as you are crying out in the sheets. "Yes. Yes. YES! Oh my god." Severus must be getting close too because his thrusting is getting uneven. "Cum for me Severus."

            Severus quickly pulls out and releases his seed onto you. His moans filling the room for the final time that night. You guys were left panting and tired. He says a spell cleaning up the mess he just made and grabs you pulling you close to him. He keeps stroking your hair and saying sweet nothings to you. "You did so well Y/N. I might just have to keep you forever." His gives you a sweet kiss and pulls the covers over your naked bodies. "Sweet dreams Princess." You fell asleep so comfortable and with a smile on your face.

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Was this pretty cringe or okay? I’ll upload another story if this turns out okay :) sorry if there’s some spelling mistakes or I used words that make you cringe lol

[angelosearch]

Writing, and how it helps with a loud brain.

I am not an unusual person with mental illness in the sense that I think, a lot. My brain constantly searches for things to chew on, and it's natural inclination is toward self-criticism/hatred.

The thoughts move fast. I'll start with one concept and then other ideas get swept up with it. Supporting scenarios get analyzed. Social interactions get recontextualized. It builds momentum in the quiet, and the faster it gets, the louder it seems, until I feel like I've been sucked into an inescapable thought-tornado.

The trick is to slow it down early with some sort of intervention.

There are plenty of interventions that no longer serve me that are very effective - things that amounted to escapism, sometimes unconsciousness. At one time, I was so opposed to being with my own brain, I would avoid going home. I'd go out to bars every night, spending more money than I had, drinking more than I should, sharing my time with people I no longer know. I would stay at work long past my shift.

When I had to go home, I became set on clouding my mind until it was completely opaque. If all else failed, I just slept to avoid myself. I abused benadryl at one point so I could sleep through my days.

I've done a lot of work to understand where these thoughts come from, how to challenge them, and how to slow them, but there are still times when the thought-tornado touches down and picks up my perverbial brain-cow and takes it for a whirl. But I don't fear the funnel like I used to.

Writing helps me in multiple ways.

For one, if I chose to write out the negative thoughts instead of just thinking them, the narrative distance helps them feel less true. I also write slower than I think, so if I concentrate on capturing the ideas, I will never catch up. It's harder for the speed of the thoughts to build, especially in pen.

There is an element of escapism, but not to the point of avoidance. I will often start writing while I am trying to calm down, and then, once more level, I will come back and think about things more clearly. I also process a lot of what I think and feel through writing, even in fanfiction. Sometimes I give my characters the breakdown I am on the verge of, and the degree of separation makes it less severe.

And then, of course, writing is just fun sometimes. I get excited about ideas and it puts the self-hating thoughts on pause. It only takes a few minutes of a mindful activity to calm the nervous system, and it is important I don't let the thought-tornado hit those power lines.

I enjoy writing so much that I have learned to live more effectively with these thoughts. I don't want to run away from my brain, because yes, it is mean to me sometimes, but also it can create wonderful things. I find myself doing less and less to alter my state of consciousness because I want to be able to write. I can sit with myself, and that is something that, as an adult, I could not do until recently.

To mix metaphors here, I will tell you what I told my therapist this week:

My head used to be like a shitty gas station at night. I wanted to be in and out quickly, get what I needed and run. It was not a welcoming place, or a place that felt safe, and I would never go unless I needed to.

Now, my head more like a mid-teir grocery store (Safeway) a few days before a holiday. It's busy and stressful and over-stimulating, but I will go, and it will be safe, just a little frustrating. I will linger sometimes because I'll find an interesting product or I'll be willing to wait at the deli. As maddening as it can be, there will be some part of there experience to enjoy - maybe the early 2000s soft rock song over the PA or the fact the thing I needed was on sale.

Someday, I hope my head is like a really nice grocery store (Wegmans) at a time when it is empty, maybe at 5 am when they bring out the fresh bagels. Then, I won't mind wandering for hours.

Anyway that was a tangent, but I was writing this to calm a thought-tornado and, guess what? It worked. Writing for the win, ya'll.