#sigh i love how my brother is the only rich person in my family

[sleepinginmygrave]

MY BROTHER JUST ORDERED THE BEWITCHED GODDESS EDITION VINYL FOR ME HHKGLGLHLGH

[flwrkid14]

Tim Drake’s Coworkers (ft. The Fenton Family)

It’s not that Tim doesn’t like the Batfamily. He tolerates them just fine. Damian is great for sparring (if you like sparring with a tiny murder machine), and Jason’s brand of dark humor isn’t too bad once you get used to it. Dick’s a bit too much sometimes, but overall? Fine. Totally fine.

But the thing is… they’re just his coworkers.

And it never really clicks for the Bats until Danny Phantom joins the Justice League and everything starts unraveling.

———

The revelation comes during a League meeting. They’re strategizing about some ghost-related chaos, and Danny floats into the Watchtower, bright and glowing.

“Oh, hey, Tim,” Danny greets casually, giving him a little wave.

Tim doesn’t even look up from his tablet. “Sup.”

Superman looks between them, confused. “…you two know each other?”

Danny grins. “yeah, he’s my brother.”

Dead silence.

“WHAT?!” Bruce’s bellow shakes the entire room.

Tim finally looks up, unfazed. “What? Did you think I just spawned into existence?”

“You have a brother?!” Clark sputters.

“Two siblings, actually,” Tim corrects, utterly nonchalant. “Danny’s the younger one. Jazz is the older one. She’s great. Super organized. Kept me alive in middle school.”

Bruce’s eye twitches. “Why—why am I only learning this now?”

Tim shrugs. “It didn’t seem relevant.”

“Relevant?” Diana repeats, incredulous. “You’re the brother of Danny Phantom and it’s not relevant?”

Danny, who’s been munching on some ectoplasm candy, jumps in: “Honestly, Tim’s always been kind of private about his personal life. We just figured it was his way of coping with the whole ‘raised-by-rich-neglectful-aunt’ thing.”

“Yeah, about that,” Tim interjects, glaring at Danny. “Thanks so much for dumping me with Aunt Janet, by the way.”

Danny shrugs sheepishly. “Mom and Dad panicked! They thought you’d get ghost-napped next!”

“Uh, correction: Aunt Janet left me to raise myself, so that plan was awesome.”

Bruce, trying to keep up, interrupts: “Hold on. Your parents left you with Janet Drake?”

“They didn’t know she sucked at raising kids,” Tim deadpans. “And to be fair, they did call. A lot. I just didn’t pick up.”

Jason, who has been cackling this entire time, leans forward. “Wait, wait, wait—so you’re telling me that the Replacement’s entire family is a bunch of ghost hunters?”

“Yup.” Danny pops the “p” with a grin.

“You’re kidding me,” Steph says, borderline hysterical.

Tim sighs, clearly over it. “Look, it’s not a big deal. Jazz keeps the parents in check, Danny handles the ghost stuff, and I… stay out of the way. It’s fine.”

“FINE?” Damian glares. “Drake, you’ve been fraternizing with ghost hunters while working with a vigilante group, and you think that’s fine?”

Tim raises an eyebrow. “Dami, chill. It’s not like it affects work. You’re my coworkers. They’re my family. Separate categories.”

Cue collective Batfamily malfunction.

———

Later, Danny is chilling in the Batcave, feet kicked up on the Batcomputer, chatting with Alfred. The rest of the Bats are still spiraling.

“Tim, we’ve lived together for years!” Dick exclaims, sounding genuinely hurt. “How are we only your coworkers?”

“You’re not my family,” Tim explains, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Danny and Jazz are my family. You guys are my teammates. It’s different.”

Jason throws his head back, laughing. “Oh my god, Replacement, you’re stone cold.”

“I’m not cold,” Tim argues. “I just don’t think we need to make it more complicated than it is. We work together. That’s enough.”

Meanwhile, Danny is wiping tears of laughter off his face. “Oh man. Jazz is gonna love this.”

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ SUPER RICH KIDS kim chaewon x reader

❀ ͘ ⴰ previous chapters | richgirl ⭢ that girl (she’s delicious) ⭢ idon’t smoke ⭢ pretty when you cry ⭢ homesick

↳ warnings richgirl!yn, angst (yn is back home), family dynamics, rich kid things, swearing, chaewon is still chaewon, arguing, weight mentions

finally.

you’d think after everything that someone has gone through in this house, stepping back through those doors would be the last thing she’d want. but she wasn’t going to lie.

yn felt at peace.

because in the moon mansion, she could be who she truly was and not feel bad about it.

a rich girl.

“lunch will be ready soon,” jia’s voice broke through the peaceful quiet as yn lay sprawled on her pink towel by the pool.

yn let out a contented sigh, lifting her sunglasses and pushing her hair back. “thanks, jia. what’s on the schedule for tomorrow?”

“you already attended the press conference with your father, so that’s off your list. your brothers will be going to the one tomorrow, so all you’ve got left is golfing with your members.”

the happy, serene soundtrack in yn’s head came to a screeching halt as she shot up from her towel.

“what?!”

“your mother didn’t tell you? she thought it’d be a good idea for you to invite them, so she reached out while you were out with your father,” jia said, her expression full of concern. she didn’t understand. shouldn’t yn be excited?

“when does she ever tell me anything?” yn grumbled, flopping back down on her towel childishly “jia, during dinner, add a splash of vodka to my mango juice. maybe the alcohol will keep me from flipping the table.”

jia chuckled softly, fondness in her eyes for the girl she’d watched grow up. “when has that ever helped anything? i’ll check on lunch.”

yn groaned as jia walked away. this was supposed to be her escape. chaewon is going to have a field day with this.

it seems like nothing can ever go yn’s way.

dinner was quiet. but that was hardly unusual. as far back as yn could remember, dinner had never been family bonding time

bonding didn’t even exist in this family.

the unspoken rule was simple: eat in silence, speak only when necessary.

honestly, yn found the quiet pretty peaceful. just eating, no forced conversation.

but it seemed like her mother couldn’t stand seeing her at peace—ever.

maybe that was an exaggeration, but yn firmly believed it.

“you seem tense, yn,” jae said, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he took a slow sip from his drink. “something bothering you? got a problem with someone?”

yn gripped her fork tightly, slowly lifting her gaze from her plate. “i do, actually. and for once, it’s not with you, dickhead.”

“language,” their father muttered, eyes never leaving the documents he’d brought to the table.

“oh really, who’s ahead of me?” jae asked clearly liking the banter him and yn are having at the moment.

“I won’t disclose any details just as yet.”

daeun rolled his eyes at his siblings, then, deciding to break the silence since everyone seemed eager to chat, he asked, “so, mom, how was your day?”

their mother beamed at the question, her smile bright and warm. oh, how she adored her son. yn couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

“it was amazing, honey. i was just reading an article about your sister’s group.”

“oh, really?” jae responded with mild interest.

“yes! that yunjin member mentioned how she always makes sure the other girls eat and stay healthy. isn’t that wonderful? yn, you have such lovely members.”

as far as yn was concerned, yunjin had never once asked if she was eating properly. but that wasn’t what set her off, she had kazuha who always checked in on her.

it was the nerve her mother had to praise yunjin for something like that—the same person who was the root cause of yn’s so-called “problem.”

“is that why you invited them over tomorrow—without asking me?”

yn hadn’t planned on bringing it up, but her mother’s comment set her off.

her mother furrowed her eyebrows at yn’s tone. “yes, actually. they seem like lovely girls. i was going to suggest you invite those ai girls you’re so fond of, but your judgment isn’t always the best, so i made the decision for you.”

the screech of yn’s chair echoed through the dining room. “i’m not hungry anymore, because clearly no one in this family respects me. may i be excused?”

“sure,” her father said casually, taking a sip of his wine.

“oh, come on, yn! let’s not fall back into those habits,” jae teased.

”fuck you jae!”

“language.”

“you don’t like them, do you?”

yn lifted her head from her pillow, turning slowly to see daeun standing at her door.

“what?”

“the girls in your group. you don’t like them.”

she watched as he stepped forward and sat at the edge of her fluffy bed. “you wouldn’t have reacted that way if it were the girls from sm.”

yn hated how daeun could always read her. they barely talked nowadays, but he still knew his little sister like the back of his hand.

“it’s not that I don’t like them. they don’t like me. no matter how much I lower myself or how nice i act, it’s like they can’t get over the fact that i’m a moon.”

“you lowered yourself for them?”

yn’s eyes flicked up from her lap to see jae standing at the door, disappointment written across his face.

she nodded, feeling a wave of shame. they were raised to believe they were better than everyone else, and here she was, bending over backward for girls who didn’t even like her.

“well, that was your first mistake,” jae said, shaking his head as daeun nodded in agreement.

“you’re dimming who you are to make them feel comfortable, and they’re taking advantage of that,” daeun added, hitting the nail on the head. yn hated how right he was.

“i know you, yn. you’re a bitch—a real one,” jae said with a smirk, earning an eye roll from her. “just be who you are. that’s how you’ll show them. it seems like they can’t stand the fact that you were always going to be successful, idol or not, and they hate that.”

“woah.” yn blinked in disbelief, looking between her brothers. “for once, you two actually make sense.”

“see? a bitch.”

yn adjusted the dior sunglasses perched atop her head, then straightened her pink ralph lauren golf dress before turning to jia.

“why are they taking so long? it’s a gated community,” she complained, tapping her foot as she stood in front of her expansive front lawn.

“patience is key, miss moon. the van is pulling up,” jia replied calmly.

yn felt anxiety creep in but quickly reminded herself of her brother's words. this wasn’t the dorms; this was her turf, the place where yn excelled.

the first person to step out of the van was kazuha, who immediately sprinted toward her.

“zuha!”

“you look so cute! i love your dress,” kazuha gushed, her eyes scanning yn’s outfit she couldn’t help but smile at how relaxed yn looked, she was completely in her element.

“thanks! my dad got it. it’s vintage!” yn beamed.

“of course he did.” yn already knew who that could be.

as she looked past kazuha, she noticed the rest of the girls gazing at her house in awe, it was kinda awkward seeing them, especially after the last time, but yn was just gonna pretend like that day never happened.

yunjin nudged chaewon, nodding toward jia, who narrowed her eyes at chaewon, causing the latter's eyes to widen.

chaewon hadn’t realized someone else was there.

yn couldn’t help but smile at that. “this is jia, the help.”

the girls nodded politely, while kazuha waved, causing yn to furrow her brows. “bow?”

the girls’ eyes widened at the unexpected demand but quickly bowed their heads.

“we treat the help with great respect around here,” yn said sternly . “so take note of that for next time.”

kazuha smiled at yn while the others nodded, a mix of confusion and compliance on their faces.

“so, who’s ready to golf?” yn asked, flashing a sweet smile.

“you guys suck,” yn laughed, watching the girls struggle with their golf swings.

“well, not everyone has been doing this since birth,” chaewon shot back, rolling her eyes.

“you’re so right! it would take a lot to be like me, wouldn’t it?” yn teased, nudging chaewon’s side causing the girl to stumble “your form is horrendous.”

she strolled over to eunchae, adjusting the younger girl’s stance, then moved on to yunjin.

chaewon’s gaze drifted down yn’s body, taking in her outfit of course, she didn’t even know people actually wore dresses like that these days.

she was about to make a snarky comment when a loud shout interrupted her.

“ignore them it’s just the golf boys,” yn said as she corrected sakura’s form.

chaewon rolled her eyes when she heard the boys calling out yn’s name in a flirty tone.

“passed around?”

yn groaned at chaewon’s words. “I’ve only talked to them a handful of times. I barely know them.”

“i talk to the caddy girls a lot, though,” yn added, causing kazuha to laugh while chaewon scrunched her face in distaste.

“do you want my help with your form?” yn asked chaewon, raising an eyebrow.

“definitely not.”

“okay, then continue embarrassing yourself.”

chaewon opened her mouth to argue but was cut off by a woman’s voice.

“yn!”

the girls turned to see yn’s mother approaching, and yn groaned, rolling her eyes. “why is she here?” she mumbled to herself.

the girls recognized the woman—it was yn’s mother.

“hey, ladies! I hope you’re having fun and that yn is being a good host,” she said with a bright smile.

the girls greeted yn’s mom with polite smiles, and she continued, “I just wanted to drop off some cute gifts i got for you all. I completely forgot about them! I had to stop the driver we just left from going to lunch.”

“lunch?” yn asked, the emotion in her voice hard to pinpoint. “you guys went to lunch without me?”

“honey, it’s not a big deal. don’t be dramatic! we were just celebrating your brother’s achievements just an intimate get together that I planned.”

yn couldn’t remember them ever holding something for her achievements, and she had plenty. “right,” yn laughed sarcastically. “i’m always so dramatic, huh?”

the girls exchanged awkward glances; they had never seen yn like this before.

“don’t act like that. god, you’re just like your father,” her mother said, brushing off yn's feelings.

yn clenched her jaw. “is that all? you just came by to drop off gifts?”

“yes, and i wanted to check on you. stop being so moody! just like your dad. my boys are more like me,” her mom said with a smile, prompting awkward laughter from the girls.

“you see how she argues with me, such a daddy’s girl, she looks like a girl version of him as well doesn’t she?.” her mother laughs causing yn to look at chaewon who looks at back at her with a blank face.

“how about you go back to your boys? they’re probably waiting for ‘mommy’,” yn snapped, glaring at her mother.

she had never spoken to her mother this way before, but as she got older, her respect for the woman had diminished. she barely considered her mother a mom anymore.

“yes, i have to go. we’re going shopping to pick out suits for your father and brothers.”

yn felt as if she had been punched in the gut. family shopping—without her? everyone knows yn loves shopping.

“did you plan that too?” she shot back.

her mother ignored yn’s words, stepping back to scan her daughter. “this outfit is cute. it looks good on you. maybe lose a couple more pounds, and it’ll look even better.”

the girls’ eyes widened at her mother’s words, but yn remained unfazed on the outside.

inside, however, yn felt the sting. she tried to pretend she didn’t care about her mom’s opinion, but deep down, she knew she’d spend extra time on her diet after that.

“anyway, I have to go. it was nice seeing you girls! i hope you like the gifts,” her mother said before walking away.

the girls turned to yn, who stared at her mother’s retreating figure before turning back to them.

“I just love my perfect life, don’t ’ I chaewon? now let’s work on your imperfect form.”

[diremoone]

“make me (yours).” | r. sukuna

w — [ minors do not interact ] modern! AU, hints of sugar daddy vibes ;), older man/younger woman, age gap, everyone is above 20+ and legal age, male masturbation, Sukuna imagining seggs positions and shit like that, Sukuna is around 36 & Reader is around 22/23, tbh sukuna being a comfort character rn. jjk after 235? it’s non-canon lmao

a/n: this is the most I’ve ever written that’s sinful I’m not used to this (it’s been so damn long since i have written anything remotely sinful omfg) and it’s not even that much I’m so embarrassed y’all HELP— also part two depends on you guys and any ideas you want to send in through my ask box :3

part one | part two

[ first divider by @/benkeibear, the second by @/cafekitsune ]

♥️ Rich! Sukuna who meets you through his younger brother, who’s a few years older than you. You’ve been in Japan for a few years now, that much he knows, attending the same school his little brother got into. And now he’s determined to find out everything about you.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna who’s so fucking glad you can speak Japanese. He knows English, yes, but he prefers it when you speak his native tongue, because he fucking loves your accent and gets off on it. It’s exotic — you’re exotic — and he can’t help the temptation of wanting you and more.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna who knows to keep his smug smirk into himself when his little brother finally mans up and finally introduces you to him one day when he comes home to work on a project that you’re helping him with. And he knows that Yuuji knows about the look on his face. Because he knows his history with women. Yuuji knows he’s made a mistake introducing you to each other.

Or so he thinks.

Sukuna is thoroughly amused by you, although there are times where he becomes frustrated. You’re not an easy case to crack, and not easy to tease and rile up. Perhaps that’s the part of you that’s from accelerated maturity.

You’re smarter than the average person, even the people slightly above average. You’re intellectually and psychologically challenging and he very much likes it. It’s been a long time since he’s had the kind of stimulation you’ve brought him. Since his and Yuuji’s father passed away.

He watches from a distance as you and his brother go over notes and work and crack jokes that put a pretty smile on your face. He can’t hear your laughter from where he stands, but he’s positive it’s as lovely as your smile.

As for you, you know you’re being watched. You look to the tall man out of your peripheral vision and halt rolling your eyes.

“Your brother is never subtle, is he?”

Yuuji sighs heavily. “Never.”

♥️ Rich! Sukuna who hates the fact he can’t see you more often. So he digs and digs and then finds out about some old family debts and a couple things for medical expenses he can easily pay off to hold over your head, to use as a means to be something akin to a sugar daddy so he can order you around and see you whenever he wants to.

And it comes as no surprise to him when he mentions it the next time his brother brings you over for schoolwork that you’re startled by him finding out. He only mentions it after Yuuji has fallen asleep on the couch. You give him the wide-eyed expression of shock, probably wondering how he found out about it.

But unlike his expectations, you don’t ask how he knows. you don’t get embarrassed and try to hush it away with the option of using yourself as his favor. You shrug, going a little more into depth and detail about the financial struggle that’s been kept under wraps for several good years.

Sukuna himself is surprised in return, by both you and the way he sits down for you — to listen to you.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna, who finds out that even though you see him as super attractive, you’re not as swayed by his flirting and all of his advances like many women and young women your age are. Yes, you know he’s super fucking stupidly hot, and yes you’ve more than likely thought about certain things while in bed under the sheets, but you’ve got more important things to prioritize than hot men. Which he applauds you for just as much as he despises it. It makes him frustrated, because he’s attracted to you and wants you in his bed so bad; because it should be so fucking easy like it has been with other women. But you’re not the same, and while his lust is as prominent as ever in his older age, he also has the desire for something more than just a fling.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna who manages to get ahold of your schedule through his baby brother (who’s prepping for your broken heart) and asks you out, setting up a date for when he knows you’re free. He much enjoys the look on your face when he brings up the date he’s set, knowing you’re wondering about how he managed to nail the exact day you’re free for the day he’s set for the outing. He enjoys it even further when you quickly deduce how he knows about it.

Goddamn, he loves a sharp woman.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna, who orders you a dress to be made that’s a mix of beautiful deep crimson and black, one that shines but doesn’t shine too much to glare at people eyes. He drums his fingers against his desk in his home office as he sees the notification pop up on his phone that the item has been delivered.

But as usual, you surprise him. You don’t end up wearing the dress he’s made, but something completely different. You arrive to the restaurant he’s bought out for the night in a deep silver-gray tux, hair styled in a simple manner with minimal makeup that he knows you don’t need because he’s already seen and fallen for your natural looks anyway.

Sukuna hates you. He doesn’t, but he doesn’t know what the fuck to do with the feelings he has. You’re so much younger than him, but holy fuck has it been so long since he’s been given any sort of challenge or stimuli, especially from a woman. He both hates and is glad you’re not easy. And it only fuels his drive to get you to give yourself to him.

You drive him up a damn wall.

He’s been in the shower for at least forty minutes, alternating between hot and cold every five minutes. Forty minutes and the painful hard on he’s had all morning still hasn’t gone away.

Sukuna leans his head forward against the wall and cusses at himself. His hand isn’t enough, but there’s some relief as he starts leisurely pumping his shaft. He cusses and swears worse than a sailor as he starts off slow, imagination running wild (at what could be).

He wants you so fucking bad. He wants you on your knees in front of him; on the soft carpet because no way is he going to let his pretty woman have sore knees while taking his monstrous dick down her throat.

He wants to bury his face between your legs and make you cum so much and so hard you see fucking galaxies, then let you catch your breath just barely enough before he uses your juices as lubricant and permanently molds your pussy to the shape of his fat cock.

He wants your legs over his shoulders as you throw your head back and moan as he fucks your better than anyone ever has and ever will. He wants to see a white ring around his cock as he pumps himself in and out of you like he’s a starved man. And that he is. For you, anyway.

Sukuna just knows your pussy is so fucking warm. He’ll bet his dick that you’ll have the tightest pussy he’s ever going to have. The best he’s ever going to have.

His hand pumps his shaft faster and faster, gripping it harder as he nears climax. His massive cock aches painfully, desperate to cum. Fucking hell… He wants you so bad, underneath him, or on your knees, calling him by whatever pet name or name from whatever kink you might have.

Forbid everything if you call him ‘Daddy’ or ‘Master’. Game fucking over.

He doesn’t even care if you have those kinds kinks or not. He just wants the pretty girl that’s done more than caught his attention under him as he makes her feel pleasure that only he can provide.

But the selfish part of him can’t help but hear you call out those names in his head. And that’s what does it.

Sukuna’s thighs and back muscles flex almost painfully as his balls draw up and cums. He tosses his head back, the feeling of his load spurting from the tip making him groan in pleasure. He cums so hard he feels like he’s about to keel over.

“Fuck yeah…” he pants, oxygen finally catching up to his lungs’ need.

But now he’s disappointed and just a little pissed off. Because the cum on the wall shouldn’t be there. It should be on or in you. And he doesn’t like that.

And as he rewashes himself, his jaw clenches, can’t help but thinking determinedly he’s going to change things between the two of you.

Come hell or high fucking water.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna who’s finally shifted the relationship to being something else. Although you can’t tell what it is. The first date he takes you on is to break the ice, getting to know you better as a person. It’s also to see if you’d fuck him, but he knows you’ve got stronger convictions than the women he’s used to.

He takes you on a second date, this time in more casual clothes on a drive to a house he’s set up to have dinner and stargaze at.

He gets to tell you he’s paid off your family’s old debts now, relieved them of the medical bills and taxes that haven’t been paid yet. But it backfires, and now he’s left to make you understand that it wasn’t to make you feel beholden to him in any manner, like owing debt to the mafia.

♥️ Rich! Sukuna needs you to understand that despite how much he wants to fuck you, it’s more than just because he finds you attractive and wants to satisfy his dick. He wants you to know you’re not temporary; he doesn’t see you as a quick fix to his primal needs.

Not at all.

You’re the long term fix to his primal needs. And perhaps the only one he’s going to need ever again. And once the expression of understanding crosses your face, he goes to cradle the back of your head and hungrily slots his lips on yours. He may not get to take all your clothes off right now, but he’s happy with his results tonight.

Besides, he knows he’ll get you into his bed with a shiny diamond ring on your left hand eventually.

wheeeew im gonna go take a cold bath

@vagabond-umlaut here’s ur man babe pls enjoy.

& everyone pls feel free to send in more ideas for this series if you want im having fun with this lmao

[lght-roastcoffee]

⋆ ˚｡⋆ Jealous ⋆ ˚｡⋆

prompt: "Are you jealous?"┆Tuna-Tober ⊹ Day 3

pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!Reader

wordcount: 1.6K

warnings: slight language

author's note: So I've only watched the netflix show and have yet to read the books, so my knowledge of the series and universe is from that. I love Benedict though. He's the himbo rich boyfriend I've always wanted. ♡

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ 𝘯𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ 𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢-𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴 ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹

“Why do you insist I wear these silly gowns, Mama?”

My mother huffs as she swats at my fidgeting hands, trying to find a more comfortable angle in this ridiculous corset. She straightens the damned thing back to how it was, one of the bones digging its way into the side of my waist.

“Because, darling,” she begins, smoothing my hair to the side, “tonight is your first ball back into society. I know you enjoyed your time in the country with your aunt, but it is time you find yourself a husband.”

Taking my gloved hand in hers, she places a dance card on my wrist and leads me into the Danbury estate where tonight’s social event is in full swing. 

“Now, remember.” Mama turns to face me, cradling my face in her hand. “Tonight is for you to socialize and get to know those of the Ton. If you do not find someone who has caught your attention tonight, I will still love you.” 

Mama smiles at me before taking my hand again and guiding me inside the grand ballroom. It was filled with a vast assortment of fellow debutants, bachelors, and families mingling. In the middle of the room, couples were participating in the dancing, others talking near the lemonade tables, and others hovering around the dance floor conversing with their neighbors. Off to one side, I spot the one person I was hoping to see tonight dressed in the ever-recognizable blue color nearly all the Bridgertons wear. I quickly say goodbye to Mama, who was already conversing with Lady Danbury, and rush over to my friend.

“Eloise!” I greet, catching the girl’s attention. “It is so great to see you, my dear!” 

Eloise’s face lights up in recognition, turning to hug me. “Y/N! How was the country? You will have to recount your time to me! I’m sure your aunt taught you much in your time together.” 

My mother thought it best for me to get away after my failed engagement to Lord Pedleton, a filthy man double my age of twenty years. My father thought the union would bring fortune to our families, but all it brought was harm after Lord Pedleton was found bedding his maid. The scandal it brought to both our families caused my father to break the union and my mother convinced him it was best I spend some time with my aunt.

For the past year since, my aunt has taught me everything she knows and how to be in society as a woman while enjoying the more… improper joys in life. She took me to gallery openings of her friends, invited me to parties and gatherings with equal minded artists and intellectuals who did not look down at me for being a woman. She encouraged me to begin writing and worked with me to finish my first novel, publishing under a pseudonym and watching as others enjoyed my craft. To say I thoroughly enjoyed my time away was an understatement, and Eloise knows as I’ve written to her through the year and sent her an advanced copy. 

“It was wonderful, Eloise,” I sigh, a slight smirk forming on my lips. “The things I’ve done would make you blush.

She laughs, throwing her head back and grabbing my arm. “Oh, I’m certain! But I’m sure you missed me, or more accurately,” she leans in, mischief dancing in her eyes, “you missed my brother, did you not?”

My cheeks flare as I swat the girl away in playful annoyance. “Eloise!”

“What?” Eloise raises her hands in defense. “I only speak the truth! It is not like you haven’t been smitten with him since we were children!”

“Smitten with who, exactly?”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. That’s how the saying goes, is it not?

Benedict Bridgerton struts over to the two of us from whatever corner he was hiding in, butterflies erupting in my chest at the sound of his voice. His face lit up in boyish excitement as he stepped to his sister’s side. 

“No one!” I quickly reply, glaring at my friend before she can speak any more. 

Benedict chuckles, looking between Eloise and myself. “Well, I do hope whoever has your eye is worth it.” 

I roll my eyes. “There is no one that has my eye, Ben. Eloise was just asking about my time in the country.”

“Ah, yes! How was it?” His blue eyes pierce mine as he engages in the conversation. The look he gives is filled with an emotion I haven’t seen before.

“Oh you know,” I shrug, trying to avoid the total truth, “my aunt introduced me to her friends and I learned how she lives. She is always lively company to keep.”

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, and that you have now rejoined us!” Benedict slightly bowed in a playful manner, pulling a laugh from myself and an eye roll from Eloise. “You’ll have to join us sometime for a game of pall mall. It hasn’t been quite the same without you there to taunt Anthony.”

I smile widely, returning his bow with a curtsy. “Of course, Mr. Bridgerton. I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”

The three of us stand in our corner recounting the past year together and catching up. I didn’t quite realize just how much I had missed my friends, but I am glad to be back in their company. 

While in the middle of Benedict explaining his recent work of art, I feel a tap on my shoulder, pulling the attention to the young man behind me. 

“Excuse me, miss,” he says. The man is young, not that much older than myself, with dark hair and a scrawny frame. “I apologize for interrupting, but I was wondering if I could take your next dance.”

I blush slightly out of both embarrassment and disbelief. “Oh, uh, sure.”

He takes my hand in his, filling out a line on my dance card before leading me to the dance floor. The music begins and the familiar tune fills the room. The man bows and I curtsy before getting swept into the dance. My partner is nervous, I can tell. His dance moves are clumsy and rushed, palms growing clammy. He refuses to meet my eye and is silent the entire time. 

Not very far into the dance, I glance back to where I left my two friends, Eloise silently laughing at my misery after getting tripped over and Benedict watches with a hard look on his face. I continue moving, but I cannot take my eyes off Benedict. The look on his face, eyes hard, jaw clenched, is one I had only seen when he was frustrated or angry. Why would he be angry?

Soon, the music ends and I remove myself from my partner, excusing myself back to my friends quickly. 

“Well that was quite the show!” Eloise laughed. For what felt like the hundredth time tonight, I rolled my eyes at the girl, but joined in her laughter.

“He might not be the greatest dance partner, but he wasn’t hard on the eyes, was he?” 

At my jest, I hear Benedict scoff before crossing his arms across his chest. “Please, the boy could hardly keep up.”

“Are you jealous?” I tease, stepping closer to him. Up close, I see his eyes shift across my face, shock dancing over his eyes briefly.

“Well- I-” Benedict stutters.

“I believe mama is calling me,” Eloise announces, clearly trying to leave and nearly tripping over another girl as she backs away. “I shall catch up with you later, Y/N.”

I huff before the feeling of a hand on my forearm is dragging me outside to the gardens. I struggle to keep up with Benedict’s quick strides before I stop around a secluded corner.

“Ben, what-” He interrupts me.

“What if I am?” Benedict stares at me, eyes wide and darting between mine.

“I’m sorry?”

“What if I am jealous?” He steps closer, but I stand my ground. He slowly closes the distance, taking one of my gloved hands in his.

“I would say that I have been jealous as well.” 

He leans in closer, face mere inches from mine, allowing me to see the creases and lines on his gorgeous face. His blue eyes, with flecks of green scattered like stars, dilate at my words. His other hand comes to rest on my cheek, thumb rubbing against my cheekbone. 

“You are so beautiful,” he says shakily. “You have been since I first met you.”

The breath catches in my throat, my hand slightly squeezes his still in my grasp. My eyes dart from the intensity in his eyes to his lips just briefly, but just enough for him to notice. Suddenly, the feeling of his lips on mine is the only thing I feel, my head spinning as I return his kiss. My free hand trails along his arm to rest at his shoulder, the other letting go to do the same while his finds my waist.

“Wait-” He carefully pulls away slightly, searching my eyes. “Are you sure-”

I pull him back in, arms securing themselves around his neck as he melts into my embrace. We continue before the need to breathe takes over and we part, chests rising and falling with each inhale. The sight of him, hair disheveled, lips slightly swollen, is a sight I’d like to see everyday if he’d let me. He smiles, still catching his breath before laughing quietly. His infectious personality has me joining him, my head falling to rest on his chest with his arms wrapping around my frame.

His hand tilts my head up to look at him. “I am glad you’ve returned, my love.”

[only10th]

Thinking about a what if A-Yuan remembers being placed in the hollow tree by Wwx? What if he remembers Wwx and his family?

When A-Yuan woke up and realized he was in CR he expected for his Xian-gege to appear around the corner. It only made sense since rich-gege was there. Even tho it only happened once, A-Yuan noticed how close his Xian-gege stood to the Rich-gege, and how they moved almost in a synchronized manner.

“Rich-gege, where Xian-gege?”

There’s only silence from the Lan cultivator, eyes already watering and tears quickly flowing down his face. The reaction has A-Yuan confused. Why would rich-gege cry? He saved him and Xian-Gege from the scary people, just like Xian-gege said he would.

The child looks around, patiently waiting. He knows Xian-gege loves to play hide and seek, it’s their favorite game after all! Oh, maybe rich-gege felt sad because Xian-gege kept winning! So, A-Yuan moves closer to LWJ, softly patting his cheek and whipping the tears away. “S’okay! Xian-gege is good at playing hide and seek, sometimes he hides really good! I’ll help you find him!”

That only seems to make the man want to curl onto himself, harsh sobs being wrenched from his chest. He was holding on to something, clutching it close to his chest as if it was part of him. A child can be curious, so he tries to see what it is. He gasps when he notices the red fabric. It’s Xian-Gege’s red ribbon!

“You found it!” A-Yuan celebrates, “Xian-Gege lost it. He’ll be so happy that rich-gege found his ribbon!”

“A-Yuan…” LWJ whispers brokenly. Nothing more comes from him, but now the child is a bit concerned as to why Rich-Gege is crying so much. It reminded him of when he’d see Xian-gege crying and he didn’t like when he cried. So he tries to gather himself and give rich-gege a hug, but the man winces loudly when he tries to round his arms over his shoulders.

“Rich-gege…?” A-Yuan asks alarmed, now noticing the red staining his pretty white robes. Xian-Gege always talked about how he liked rich-gege’s robes, how pretty it made him look even though they looked like mourning robes. The stain only seemed to grow bigger, and only then is when the child starts to panic, “Xian-gege? Xian-Gege will help! Xian-gege, stop hiding, rich-gege needs help!”

“Wangji?” Someone unexpectedly comes speed walking into the room. More people with white robes come into the room, all their faces with alarm and worry. By instinct, A-Yuan stands in front of LWJ. Xian-Gege told him that Rich-Gege was the only good person he knew from the sect that wore white robes, they couldn’t be trusted.

“S-Stay away!” A-Yuan warns, his small body blocking the larger man behind him. “Don’t h-hurt rich-gege, o-or Xian-gege will be mad!”

The healers and LXC can only look at the child, perplexed at how he protected LWJ. Even more so at the term of endearment used to describe their HGJ and the late YLLZ.

LXC tries to step closer, but that only makes the child puff his chest and stretch his arms wider, just like Ning-ge had taught him. “Young one, we are here to take care of Wangji. We won’t bring any harm to him.”

A-Yuan stares at the man that looks similar to LWJ, but he can’t help but be cautious of him. The child shakes his head, “Xian-gege said not to trust anyone that’s not Rich-gege. Xian-Gege and A-Yuan help rich-gege.”

There’s clear conflict in LXC eyes as he looks at the boy and then at his brother. Has Wangji not told him the news yet? But his priority was to take care of Wangji’s wounds, and he could easily just go around the child, but that would only cause trouble. So he nods in understanding, kneeling until he is at eye level with the boy.

“You are a fierce protector, I must admire that. However, my didi needs help. His wounds… are far too great.”

“Then Qing-jie can help! Qing-jie is the best doctor!”

LXC pressed his lips together before sighing, “I’m afraid… Wen Qing is not here to help us.”

Qing-jie still hasn’t come back? But Xian-gege told him she’d come back with Ning-ge. He looks around one more time… where is everyone? Why hasn’t Xian-Gege come out of his hiding place? The boy backs up until his back collides with LWJ's chest, who instantly wraps his arms around him and envelopes him in a tight embrace.

“Rich-gege… Wh-Where is Xian-gege?”

LWJ inhales sharply and then in a mere whisper he says, “I’m sorry…”

It doesn’t make sense, why would he apologize? He didn’t like any of this… he didn’t like the sour feeling in his stomach and he didn’t like how sad rich-gege looked. “I want Xian-gege…”

“I’m sorry, A-Yuan…. I’m sorry…” LWJ repeated with grief, more tears flowing down his cheeks. He had the same expression Xian-Gege had when he woke up after Ning-ge brought him back from his trip. It was scary to see Xian-gege and Ning-ge fighting. “I couldn’t protect him… please, forgive me…” LWJ sobbed as he hugged the child tighter.

At some point, A-Yuan’s eyes started to sting with tears. He wanted his Xian-gege and his popo, and Qing-Jie, and Ning-ge… where were they…?

“Where is Xian-gege…?” He asked again but this time with tears slowly falling down his cheeks. He couldn’t take it anymore, the uncertainty. The sad look the people in white gave him and rich-gege crying.

With a shove, he escapes the safe, warm embrace and scrambles out of the bed and runs past everyone and out of the nice house. The world outside was brighter, it almost blinded him how the sky was so blue and there was green everywhere. It was so unlike the grey and darkness casting over the mountain that he called home.

“Xian-gege!!” A-Yuan screamed as he ran, ignoring the calls from the people in the house. “A-Niang! A-Niang!”

The boy ran, and ran until his little legs couldn’t carry him any longer. He hadn’t realized where he was going, but he found himself surrounded by tall trees. It was too much. He just wanted his A-Niang to come get him. So he cried for him. He cried for his family to come get him.

“A-Yuan!” Someone called desperately, “A-Yuan!”

“A-Niang…?” He swears he saw a flutter of dark robes through the trees, but once the person came into the light he realized it was LWJ. Despair and fear clouded his features as he called for the boy, and it reminded him when he got lost in the market and had met rich-gege for the first time.

Rich-gege was safe, it’s what Wwx always said to him. So A-Yuan stands from where he was hiding and runs towards LWJ, clinging to his leg just like he had the first time.

LWJ instantly crumbles, picking and hugging the boy despite the bloody mess on his back. “A-Yuan…”

A-Yuan sniffles, burying his face on his chest. Staining his robes with tears, “Xian-gege…”

LWJ sucks in a sharp breath, “Gone… Forgive me…”

So both of them cry, being there for each other as they mourn the ones they lost.

[elektrantchios]

fallin’ into love | b.b

pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x gn!reader

summary: Benedict realises he has feelings for you at the wrong time

warnings: fluff and a little angst

word count: 660

a/n: since i dropped the pressure to write longer fics I’ve really enjoyed writing again. I’m gonna be unbearable when Benedict’s season comes out

Requested : reader is super clumsy and benedict is always there to take care of her (he would hold her when she’s about to trip and maybe wipe off something that’s on her face) and he always thought he sees her only as his little sister. but when he sees her with another man, who is just as considerate with her as he is, he’s afraid that he would lose her forever. can i have a fluffy ending please 🥺

It had become second natural for Benedict to watch you at balls. You had a habit of, well, making a scene. It was something that vexed your parents to no end. He himself found it funny.

He cleaned away a bit of cream from your cheek, heating up with embarrassment, you thanked him. You brushed down the front of your outfit, looking around nervous. “What is it?” Benedict asked.

“My mama and papa have roped my brother into introducing me to a friend of his, ” you admitted.

“Really?” He stammered, not understanding his own shock.

You were still looking around the room, unaware of his reaction, “he’s some lord Hightbottom with a lot of land somewhere in the north of england” you explained.

The north of England?

You were going to marry some man and be taken up north away from him. His childhood companion, the first person who saw his work, his best friend. Who would he be if you weren’t together?

“Oh god there he is” you gasped smiling, looking at him, “will I do?”.

He nodded still speechless, he watched you walk away dreading the day you would walk away forever.

As you always did you tripped over air, Benedict braced himself for the fallout but Hightbottom caught you. He smiled and blushed, you laughed too. Your brother introduced you to each other. Even from a distance Benedict saw how Hightbottom looked at you.

When the two of you moved to the dance floor, he held your hand and must have said something funny from the way you laughed.

Every ball you and he went to he was always the one who danced with you. Both of you always said no one else knew them enough too.

But there you were dancing with someone else and he was alone. Highbottom didn’t falter when you missed a step or stepped on his toes. He looked at you like you deserved to be looked at. And it broke his heart.

“May I have the next dance?” You were surprised to see Benedict.

“Benedict!” You grinned, “this is Robert, my brother's school friend”.

The two men bowed to each other.

“So what about that dance?” Benedict asked again.

“Go on” Robert smiled, “i’ll get us some drinks”.

You nodded watching him go.

As you danced you looked at your friend, “so what do you think?”.

He gave a small shrug, “he’s an alright dancer”.

“Anyone’s an alright dancer when paired with me” you rolled your eyes. “Do you think he might actually make an offer?”.

An offer like your were some kind of business deal

“Don’t you want to marry for love?” He asked.

You frowned, “love?”.

He nodded, “yes love”.

“I don’t suppose I get much of a say. If I’m lucky love will come after or if not love then friendship”.

“Is that how you want your marriage to be?”.

Getting more annoyed with each question you huffed.”my family isn’t rich, if Lord Robert likes me enough to marry me then who cares if we are in love or not? I will have a secure future".

“What If ever was someone who would marry you who already loves you?” He asked.

You sighed, “you’re being ridiculous now, if that someone was real then they would have done it already”.

“What if they misunderstood the way they loved you until they nearly lost you?”. You opened your mouth to speak but he carried on. “What if they spent years catching you each time you tripped and telling you whenever you had cream on your cheek, what if you were the person they told everything to and you to them”.

Your frown dropped, he couldn’t be talking about himself could he?

“What would you do then?”

“If there were someone like that then I should think they ask my parents before another could” you said not able to keep yourself from smiling. “Or we’d have a rather uncomfortable conversation on our hands with that other someone”

[typingdyslexiaisathing]

Mammon Adores His Human (Obey Me!) fic

The sounds of sniffling and sobs woke Mammon. Making him grumble instinctually before he recognized who it was crying. So he snapped awake to then turn to you in the bed. His mind frantic as he saw you rubbing at your eyes and trying to make yourself as small as possible. Yet he wasted no time in touching you. Both hands to your shoulders as he asked you, "Hey now. What's got you all sniffling and not sleeping, huh?"

He figured it was a nightmare or stress or something. But he wasn't expecting what you said at all. You told him how you felt like a failure. How you were a terrible person and didn't do enough for people. That you didn't feel like you deserved to be with anyone and that you were worthless. Mammon was shocked to hear you say such wild things. His internal monologue going a mile a second with 'Why would you ever think that?! Who made you feel this way?! Is this just a dumb human thing or a you thing?!' It honestly left Mammon at a loss for what to say to you.

So he decided to act instead of just speak. Taking his warm hands to place them to your cheeks and give them a gentle squish to get your attention. Meeting your gaze to look serious for once. His own words deep and rich with affection. "You silly human. I have no idea why you think that. So let the Great Mammon tell you this right now. You are the most amazing and wonderful person in all the three realms and any other besides. You do tons for me and my brothers and loads of other people all the time. Because you try your best every time. The Great Mammon sees you. I cannot begin to tell you just how much I love you."

So Mammon leaned in to give you a kiss on the forehead. Sweeping you into his arms to hug you close and sigh into the crown of your head. "You are my number one favorite fan. Nobody means more to me. Sure, I ain't the only one here to thinks that of you. I have to all but fight fang and claw to have you all to myself instead of Lucifer or Asmo or any of my other brothers. We all love you and value you as you are. Silly human. My heart has so much love for you it might explode into dozens of fireworks. I can't get enough of you and how you make me and my family feel. As your first man, I'll always love you."

He felt you shiver in his arms to then openly cry into his front. His hands rubbing over your back and arms as you thanked him for being so sweet. He let you cry it out and hugged you tight. Until the both of you laid back down and fell asleep. With Mammon thinking he would talk to Solomon and Lucifer later about how to help you feel more valued and cherished.

[loviingpedri]

Did You Know I Loved You?

prompt: pedri never forgot you

warnings: cursing, grammar issues. all pictures used are not owned by me. not proofread.

word count: 1735

angst, some fluff

dedicated to all my pedri girlies <3

pedri and you were inseparable. from the day you walked into his parents' restaurant, the air suddenly changed. the town seemed to sparkle in tenerife when you two were exploring the island.

"let's play football," pedri slowly kicked the ball to you.

"it's so hot outside though," you groaned at the thought of kicking a ball in the burning sun.

"pleaseee, i wanna practice just for a little bit." you knew you couldn't say no to him. the decision ended up leaving you playing with him until the moon smiled at the duo.

little did you know, the moon never smiled and the sun never glistened after that day.

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“so what? you’re just gonna leave?” you shouted at pedri in disbelief.

“i can do what i want. you can’t control my decisions for the rest of my life,” he sighed and sat down to control his thoughts. “you knew this was gonna happen. i need to grow my career. i wanted to be in a work environment which i enjoyed. just don’t be so self-centered right now.”

“im self-centered? i didn’t even get a warning you would leave to this big city. you knew for weeks. fer knew for weeks. you said i was your family pedro, and family doesn’t hide things from each other.” the yelling echoed through the house. it was a situation that would never be fixed.

“i cant just tell my best friend that i’m leaving in 2 weeks. it would ruin everything. if you knew, you would’ve changed my mind and i wouldn’t be successful for anything.”

“pedro gonzalez, think for one fucking second. you kept a secret that could’ve changed everything. the moments we had together could’ve been more important than anything. i just needed one warning and this wouldn’t be happening. i don’t give a shit that you want to continue your passion. all i always wanted was for us to be happy.” it took everything in your power to not leave the house after you completely lashed out on him.

you knew deep down you didn’t want him to go because he was your first love. he was your first kiss, first friend, and first person to even talk to you in tenerife. you didn’t know who he was gonna see. you sure did not want him to talk to rich girls blinged out with their designer bags. you were scared shitless of how life would be without him. he was the only person who knew everything about you and what you should do in anxious situations.

then, the tears came. would he visit you? would he ever speak to you? would he write or text you? would you ever see him again? will there be time for the two of you to be together again.

“why are you crying? come on, its not that big of a deal.” he huffed loudly, shaking his head in stress that this was not the way this was suppose to happen.

“pedri, you are leaving to the city. i dont even know if i’ll ever get into contact with you anymore. you’ll have new friends, new people to worry about, and probably gonna knock someone up while you’re at it. can’t you just let me process this for one second.” and that’s when you made a mistake. doubting pedri was never a good idea. especially about the people he loved. especially when it came from the person who he loves the most.

pedri got up and looked at you for one last time. unexpectedly, he walked out the door without a word. you sat there in tears, debating to chase him or just let him go. the sobs fully came out.

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2 years had passed since he left. everyday, he thought about you. “what would y/n do? what would y/n say?” he questioned his decisions by following your mindset everyday. he begged his brother to tell how you were doing. never a word budged from fer since the huge fallout spread throughout the city.

tenerife was never the same. since both lost communication, it felt like the island itself was hopeless.

you, continued to push yourself through school. showing everyone that you would do well without him was your motivation. you’ve worked so hard to prove yourself to people that you had a job offer in barcelona.

of course, you accepted the job. people were upset that their beautiful youngin was finally moving on in life. moving into your modern apartment was like a fever dream. you’ve had your doubts, but it was definitely worth it. everyday, there would be news of pedri. pedri, barcelona’s best midfielder. pedri, one of the best young players in the world. pedri, the guy who gets every spanish girl all over him. hell, a video of him was going viral for taking a girl’s number and putting it into his pocket. obviously, it was implied that he would never have a single thought about you. fuck, it was stupid to even try to reach out for him.

after sitting in your living room while trying to find something to entertain yourself that wasn’t pedri related, you decided to go out for once. there seemed so much to do in the city instead of being lazy at home. walking for ages in the wind, you finally found a small cafe to rest. ordering your latte and sitting down, your thoughts were interrupted by a boy.

“excuse me, are you y/n?” said a boy that was not too much younger than you.

“yes i am,” you nodded your head slowly before taking a slow sip. it was a little awkward considering he looked at you in shock.

“i’m sorry. i’m pablo gavi. or known as gavi. you’re the person on pedri’s lock screen. he always talks about you during practice. holy shit, i never thought i would meet you. are you visiting him?”

what the fuck just happened. pedri still remembers me? why am i his lock screen? why does he talk about me? what does he say? for a moment, you sat there trying to understand what he said. gavi, confused on why you’re frozen in time, waved his hand in front of your face to make sure you’re okay.

“oh no, i’m not visiting. pedri and i don’t really talk anymore,” you shook your head and forced a little smile. only to ease the tension of gavi’s then saddened look.

“that’s weird. he talks about you like you’re his girlfriend or something. i thought you were doing long distance,” he shrugged his shoulders. “maybe you should visit camp nou. i think he’ll be happy to see you.”

quickly, you rejected his offer. “oh no, we exactly didn’t end off our friendship in the best terms. i think it’s better if we just don’t see each other again.”

“i insist. i’ll give you my number and i’ll text you all the details.” he took his arm giving you his phone. you bowed your head in defeat and put your phone number in.

unfortunately, everyone’s eyes had been on you and gavi.

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the next morning, your phone was blown up in notifications. your best friend constantly texting you on how you’re viral on twitter. paparazzi snapped pictures of your interaction with gavi.

“fuck.” you mumbled before groaning in defeat. you knew you had faced defeat in keeping a low-profile.

gavi, you knew, was for sure fucked. if pedri had seen the pictures, he was definitely getting beat up.

during practice, gavi kept his best to avoid his best friend. when pedri came up to him, he quickly turned pale.

“what’s wrong with you? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” pedri patted him on his back with a small laugh. gavi sighed in relief. he’s glad to have all his teeth and no black eye before the game.

“yeah, i’m fine.” and that’s when everything wasn’t. balde came up to him, rubbing his head and patting him.

“so, who’s the new girl? it’s all over the internet and not a word from you.” fuck you balde was the first thought that came to gavi’s head. gavi’s head was pounding. he didnt know what to say, how to react, or what to do.

“wow gavi. what other secrets are you keeping from us. let me see the picture balde.” pedri laughed even harder from the thought of gavi even approaching a girl. at that moment, gavi had to remind himself that he wasn’t 9 anymore. he couldn’t just simply run and cry his way out of this. luckily, balde only showed pedri the picture from the window. when you were facing towards him and could only see him offering his phone. gavi’s blood started to circulate again and his heart rate slowed.

“i cant really see her face, but she looks so familiar to me.” well no shit jackass. that was the girl you’ve been in love with since second grade. in fact, she’s sitting on the side waiting for you.

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your heart was about to jump out in any second. you sat there for two hours for them to be finished with training. each time pedri walked towards your direction, your nerves would start running around. luckily, he didnt see you a single time.

gavi texted you from the locker room that he was coming towards your direction. you never expected this to be happening. you were debating to run away, but your feet forced you to stay. you knew your mind was fighting to hate him, yet your heart convinced you to see him. even if it was the last time. finally, you heard footsteps coming.

pedri was wiping the sweat off his face. he came to a full stop. he thought he was hallucinating. he thought it was a dream. he stared at you for which felt like minutes. admiring your facial features, you sat there frozen. it was harder to read his facial expressions now. did he want you to leave? did he want you there? why isn’t he saying anything?

what felt like years, he started walking towards you. again, your nerves were still jumping. eventually, he made his way in front of you. suddenly, he smiled.

“holy shit you’re beautiful.” the state of confusion turned into love with one simple kiss. your lips connecting made the world happier. the air cleared. the atmosphere was different.

it felt peaceful.

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author’s note: hi everyone! i’m so glad you enjoyed my first story let’s be tourists. this is my second time i’m writing on tumblr, so im still getting use to it. i will be taking requests once i figure out how to set it up. please let me know if you have any suggestions on what i could improve on. thank you for all of the support !!! <3

[an-gothamite-aka-zannalial]

What if Terry and Matt lost their parents that day, Amanda hired a killer to kill their parents and the murder was successful.

And after that a few days later the Cadmus project was discovered by one of the bats, And Bruce decided to take them without telling Terry what really happened to his parents

Terry was the only one who was really traumatized because Matt was only about 1 or 2 years old at the time, so the one they had to worry about the most was him.

I have an idea about Terry growing up to be an angry child and wanting to always be perfect, because for him that is what is important to get respect and love. He will do anything to be the best among everyone

And no one in his family tried to advise him that it was bad or unnecessary, because deep inside they also always tried to be perfect. And he will be the person who always dominates and controls, even though he doesn't always succeed

Meanwhile, Matt, unlike Terry, will grow up and only remember being a rich kid who can do whatever he wants. And being a good older brother to his younger sister Helena

Here, Helena was born 1 year before Terry and Matt entered the family. She is a child who always seeks attention from everyone around her in various ways, from normal to suspicious.

Also Terry is called Terrence because no one knows about his Terry nickname, he no longer cares either

Sooo........

Bruce: Terrence how was your school

Terrence: That's a terrible B, I got a B- because those stupid kids can't listen

Bruce: Ter you shouldn't be like that, they are your friends don't say mean things about them or-

Terrence: I don't want to call people who lower my score as friends forever

Bruce: *Sigh

Damian: Are you done now, I want to use my painting tools now mcginnis

Terrence: No, I have to start from the beginning again, the first one was crossed out

Damian: It's just a little graffiti no one will care about emo teenagers

Terrence: Maybe you don't but I'm sure many will

Helena: It's not fair isn't it Matty

Matt: yeah. We should be able to walk there, it's just a bunch of ordinary flowers that happen to be prettier than usual

Helena: Right. We can ask Daddy to buy this

Matt: I'll call him in a moment, this time you have to ask. Yesterday I asked for a swimming pool. Ok

Helena: yeh

Dick: Why are you crying hello Kitty princess

Matt: She cried because father wouldn't let her buy beauty equipment

Dick: why did you want it helen

Helena: Because all the other girls can wear them, and they won't let me borrow one

Bonus:

Hero school students: Robin (Terrence) is good, he doesn't have any evil intentions

Terrence: *literally manipulates them into doing whatever he wants, uses them for his own gain, never really caring about them,Always wanting to be the center of attention alone, etc

[bsverryin]

: ̗̀➛ Rizz-ing up genshin men pt.2

Who?

╰┈➤ Alhaitham, Kaeya, Wanderer, Neuvillette, Childe

Plot?

╰┈➤ how you became friends to lovers from rizzing them up.

✎ possible warning ⚠️ mention of alcohol. Neuvillette is not CHARACTER ACCURATE I just wanted to include him because he's hot Fluff/wholesome how you became their friend, lover after. HEAD CANNONS ONLY !! I don't know if it's character accurate enough but I tried my best, again I can't assure you of PERFECT grammar, enjoy!

: ̗̀➛ ALHAITHAM

Alhaitham didn't let it slide right after you tried to rizz him, he didn't have time for these childish things such as the thing called rizz, but this man also has that unspoken rizz. I can't even deny that

Alhaitham saved you from mentally dying because of you being careless around the sumeru, basically you were about to get tricked to spend all your money to have someone to guide you throughout the sumeru, turns out that doesn't exist in sumeru. They can't blame you, you're a visitor from another nation.

"Does the nation you live in teach you to be a fool or are you just that naive?" Alhaitham said. He was annoyed because you gave him more work which is saving you from being too nice and careless.

"No but it's important to be nice at all times." You said a little concerned, you were about to spend all your money on random strangers you just met, it was because they looked nice. It was your reason.

"That doesn't apply here." He sighed and he walked with you inside the sumeru watching you buy things that you won't even need. You're a rich person from the other land, he can't stop you and all he did was watch you. I guess it wasn't so bad for alhaitham to spend his free time with you.

After a few hours, you finally stopped shopping and you felt as if alhaitham felt happy and relieved that you're done. You stood in front of him to smile and you gave him a gift as a thanks, it was the most expensive jewelry you found on sumeru that fits alhaitham's style.

He was going to refuse your gift but you said it was your thanks and asked for his number, he was hesitating to give his number to someone he just met but he thought that it won't be that bad, that's what he thought. He regretted his decision when you kept texting him and rizz-ing him up all the time, he might've just put his phone on do not disturb but then finds himself looking for your messages.

You got closer through chats despite him leaving you on read most of the time and telling you to stop sending unnecessary messages sometimes you meet him and give him expensive gifts, it was your love language.

After months and months of being friends You confessed first, if he rejected you, you'd go back to your hometown but if he didn't maybe you'll stay for a while.

"What made you think that I don't appreciate someone like you? Y/N?"

: ̗̀➛ Childe

Childe knows what rizz is and he lets you rizz him because he doesn't see why not?! You both rizz each other up and boost each other's confidence, you have this very healthy relationship with him which is really good for the both of you.

You were up all night strategizing how you can steal toys for your little brother, your little brother doesn't show much emotion but this time your little brother showed so much interest over a toy, it was the first time he did, you wanted to be the best big sister and give him the toy he liked, however you didn't have much money for the toy.

"Hey girlie, it's not right to steal a toy.." someone behind you said as you shiver in fear, feeling scared that someone caught you from stealing something expensive.

You were about to run but he caught up to you saying that he will buy it for you since he's buying it for his little brother too, the man didn't look so bad and had fun talking about how much he loves his family. You thought it was weird at first but he wasn't so bad.

"how can I repay you?" You said curiously, he chuckled and said you didn't have to but you're so persuasive that he just asked for your number and that's all, he texted you first and started rizzing you up but he tries his best not to creep you out, in fact he was the one who taught you how to rizz someone up.

For some reason you got much better than him at rizz-ing up someone, you both got along so well and he was such a nice guy he may have confessed that he was part of a harbinger which made you act really surprised but didn't really know what it was about.

He confessed first, he loved the way that you're family-oriented just like him and you got along so well talking about your families and yourself at the same time, you loved him too much to reject him.

"You're really cute. Do you know that, YN?"

: ̗̀➛ WANDERER

Wanderer is always annoyed by you trying to rizz him up, but some part of it he can't deny that he likes it but he still hates it, he may have blocked you a thousand times but still unblocking you days later because you're his little pet.

"You crazy creature, what are you doing with that low-life creature?" Wanderer said with his annoyed and disgusted glare after looking at you trying to experiment the abyss mage he killed.

"I'm scientist Y/n at your service!" You gave him a positive-smiling look while you're putting your gloves on in the middle of a forest. Yes, you're experimenting an abyss mage in a forest. He gave you a look while you're experimenting the dead mage.

After finishing, you asked for his number so that he can kill those monsters who you'll use for your experiments, but he didn't give his number easily. You persuaded him successfully in return you'll do everything he asks. That's when you started to message him all the time, trying to rizz him which he ends up blocking you. You had to meet him and ask for him to unblock you sometimes.

"One more message like that and I'll never unblock you again." You chuckled when you heard his words as he started to kill the next abyss mage you're gonna experiment on, after that he made you run a lot of errands for him just because he killed the abyss mage for you. You had no choice but to do anything he asks.

The only time where you get along with each other is when you're both not talking and minding your own business because if not then it's always gonna be a war. You both are prideful and too much for each other but it wasn't that bad.

Again, you both are prideful that it took years for you to confess your feelings towards wanderer, you realized that you loved it whenever you're with him and annoying him as much as you can because he doesn't get mad as much as before but he still does. Surprisingly, he liked you back but you never knew the reason why.

"You're so silly thinking I don't like you. Scientist Y/N"

: ̗̀➛ Neuvillette

Neuvillette is so nonchalant but he loves it when you rizz him up, it makes him real happy but he doesn't show it, another man who doesn't like showing emotions.

You met this man when you were wandering in the streets around Fontaine, you didn't know where to go. Everyone was so private that they thought you were an enemy because you didn't dress like them.

That's where you saw neuvillette, he was having a little break and walking around Fontaine, it was his usual hobby walking around his own city and you knew him because everyone kept talking about him, some are good some aren't. You decided to go off and talk to this man and everyone around Fontaine looked at you like you were crazy.

It was a good decision at least, you got his number because you kept telling him you're poor, had no place to live and you're thrown out maybe he felt a little pity for you but he may have regretted the decision of telling you his number because all you did was rizz him up message him about what's the best thing to do in Fontaine, you didn't seem and sound like a poor person at all so he considered himself tricked by you but he still has a good heart and didn't block you.

You were cheerful around him, he was having a great time with you but for some reason you try and rizz him up whenever you had the chance too.

"Stop saying the same pick-up lines over and over again." He said as he sipped his tea while you ate a lot of good Fontaine specialty, it was his treat of course.

"It's not my fault you look heavenly!" You smiled and teased him a lot. After all, you couldn't pay him as much as he was spending to you.

He liked you first but you confessed first because of trying so hard to rizz him up you really did fall in love with him he was everything you could ever ask for.

"Y/N, just tell me when you want to meet me, I'll be waiting for your cheesy pickup lines."

: ̗̀➛ KAEYA

Kaeya owns the word rizz tbh he just has too many rizz and both of you just exchange your rizz lines and you both just got used to it, he likes it when you rizz him up as he does the same with you. You were casually drinking and making friends when you spotted kaeya, You decided to rizz him up without any questions, it was the best thing you ever did because you got his number easily, you message him a lot and send over the most rizz lines. It was a little unfair because he had all the world's rizz and he's just so cool all the time, he may be busy sometimes but you're his favorite lady and gives you half of his time, you drink with him and talk about many life related things. "Do you think I have more rizz than you?" you asked before drinking the dandelion wine you ordered. "I don't know, you wanna find out?" Kaeya said with the most flirtatious tone with his little smirk, you both kept flirting with each other overtime. You appreciated the way he gives you time despite his pretty busy schedule after all he was part of the knights of favonius. You both didn't confess at each other because you both knew you liked each other mutually, you both started a relationship because you knew it yourselves. He was sweet and all you could ever ask for. "Let's have another drink for the night, Y/N"

[holylulusworld]

The Widow - Prologue

Summary: You trust now one. Not since they got your husband killed.

Pairing: TFaTW!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: death of a loved-one, reader is under protection, bitchy reader, arguments, grumpy Bucky, angst, blood, character's death,

The widow masterlist

Blood…so much blood. 

You always feared your life with Ransom would end like this.

On the run, without anyone siding with you but the cops.

After your husband ratted his partners out it was only a matter of time before you ended up dead.

One greedy agent and you held your dying husband in your arms.

He choked on his blood, staring up at you with scared eyes. “Y/N…sorry…Y/N…”

“You goddamn idiot,” you cried and kissed him hard. “I know…I love you…”

Two years later…

“Why me?” Bucky releases the deepest sigh ever leaving his lips. “Sam, I don’t want to play babysitter for some spoiled woman. Maybe Torres can protect her.”

“Bucky, you are the only super-soldier I know. Torres is a good man and can stand his ground d. But the people who are after Y/N Y/L/N are not the cuddly kind of enemy. If they try to kill you, they use a scalpel to cut you into tiny pieces, not a weapon.”

“Do you try to cheer me up, or scare me?” Bucky scoffs. “You want me to risk my life for some criminal’s wife? Why? We agreed on doing this job to protect the innocent, not people getting rich at the expense of others. That’s not who we are.”

“We protect people who need protection. She ended up in this situation because she fell in love with the wrong man. I checked her background and found out that until her marriage with her deceased husband, she was a good person without a criminal record.”

“She lived a fabulous life, spending money she didn’t earn,” the super-soldier grunts. “How do we know she won’t rat us out, and we all end up dead?”

“You jump out of an airplane without a parachute and now you are scared of a widow needing your protection?” Sam grins. “Aw, are we getting old?”

“Watch your tongue,” Bucky points his gloved index finger at Sam. “I didn’t say that I’m scared. I just don’t trust a criminal’s wife.”

“Who’s that?” You size the new arriver up. “Another loser not knowing how to handle a gun?” You sneer as the agent tries to find another lie. “What? Do you want to tell me that this one will protect me and my husband better than the last agents?”

“Mrs. Y/L/N, this is James Buchanan Barnes,” the agent stammers, as if you should know the name. “He’ll protect you at all costs.”

“Oh, yeah? Like the other ones protecting us before?” You cock your head and raise your hand to stop the agent from talking. “Did you forget that you got my husband and his brother killed?”

“He got killed because he did business with the wrong people,” Bucky sneers. “You made your bed, now sleep in it. I’m not here on free terms. No one wants to protect the likes of you.”

You grit your teeth and glare at the newly arrived asshole. “Do you think I care? One of your so-called fine people ratted my husband and me out for some hard cash. So, you are no better than me. At least I didn’t kill people for money.”

“I see you will get along very well,” Sam pats his friend’s shoulder. “Just remember, don’t kill her. She’s the last witness alive. If she dies, they will all get away with their crimes.”

“I should leave you to your misery. Why should I care about their crimes?” You pucker your lips. “You got my Ransom killed! He only tried to make more money than his fucked-up family. He never harmed anyone with his transactions! When he found out about their crimes, he did the right thing!”

For a moment, you let your mask slip, and the grief shows. Bucky blinks, but the sadness in your y/e/c orbs is gone, and he’s not sure it happened. 

"Just shut up princess and we will get along very well..."

Part 1

Tags in reblog.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

hey weird question but, with the context that while conspiracy thought in and of itself is just a sort of dangerous logical fallacy, most conspiracy theories have some kind of tie to antisemetism, are there any antisemetic aspects to gaylor theory? i can't think of how but somehow it almost always weasels in there, no matter how innocently silly something seems on the surface.

DEEP SIGH okay it's time to talk about Scooter Braun and his place in the Gaylor conspiracy

I'm not going to recap everything but will instead link you to this US Weekly article (I know, sorry) which is basically a fine summation of events despite being a bit sensationalist in calling a business disagreement between two adults a "feud"

tl;dr for anyone who doesn't want to read all of that (it's not actually that long, I prommy): in 2019 talent manager Scooter Braun acquired Taylor Swift's former record label Big Machine, giving ownership of the masters of her first six albums. Swift objected to this very publicly on the grounds that she wanted ownership over her own work and had repeatedly been denied the opportunity to buy it outright, while also alleging that Braun has been harassing and bullying her for years. ultimately, Swift has remained unable to buy back her work, leading to her steadily re-releasing expanded versions of her first six albums under the "Taylor's Version" headline.

obviously, given my stance against speculating on the personal lives of famous rich people, I'm not particularly interested in debating whether or not there's merit to Swift's accusations against Braun, although given the exploitative nature of the music industry I hardly think her claims are implausible.

regardless of whether or not Braun sucks as a person, it's important to note that he was only very briefly in ownership of Swift's discography: as the linked article above notes, he only owned them for about a year and a half before selling them off in 2020.

despite this, Braun holds what I would consider a rather outsize role in a lot of Gaylor conspiracy theorizing, with many apparently believing that Swift fully intended to come out in 2019 with the release of her seventh album, Lover, but was prevented from coming out by Braun purchasing her discography. I've seen some claim that he actively subjected her to homophobic bullying and others saying that she didn't him to financially benefit from any career boon she might have after coming out (although no one ever seems to have an answer for why she still hasn't come out three years after he sold her discography).

I can't say whether or not the majority of Gaylors, like, know or care that Braun is Jewish, but it feels tragically predictable and yucky that a Jewish man is given such a disproportional share of blame for why Taylor "can't" come out and is made a scapegoat in the ongoing effort to evade reality with "arguments" like this

(source)

... hang on, what's that?

oh man I love when a Jewish family gets put n SCARY ALL CAPS

okay so let's talk about Karlie Kloss and Josh Kushner!

as many of you probably know by this point, Karlie Kloss is the pinnacle of Taylor Swift's platonic gal pals that she gets relentlessly shipped with; I think it's fair to say that "proving" a romantic relationship existed between the two of them is the primary focus of a lot of Gaylorism.

since 2018 Kloss has been married to Josh Kushner, heir of THAT Kushner family. his infamous brother Jared is in fact Donald Trump's son-in-law and probably guilty of, like, a lot of federal crimes. that doesn't inherently make Josh a shithead or anything and he and Kloss both claim more liberal politics, although it should be noted that like a lot of rich liberals Josh does also suck pretty hard. he and Jared own a real estate management company together and were suing their tenants and evicting them during the COVID-19 rent moratorium, so that's kind of everything you need to know about him and Karlie Kloss IMO!!!

having said that, Josh being a bastard landlord doesn't make it appropriate to frame a Jewish family as having some kind of sinister interest in suppressing a queer woman's sexuality or imply that Kloss and Josh Kushner are in some kind of sham marriage. for YEARS Kloss' marriage to Kushner, including her conversion to Judaism and their two living human children, have been dismissed as elaborate turbo-bearding, with some Gaylors going so far as to allege that Kloss and Swift have actually been married for years and Kloss is just having Kushner's children for... reasons unknown... which feels like, you know. a pretty gross dismissal of a Jewish family in favor of pretending two WASPiest WASPs to ever WASP are secretly scissoring.

anyway I certainly don't think it's the most egregious or deliberate anti-semitism that's out there in the conspiracy world but are there some Gaylors blaming The Jews(TM) for forcing poor innocent Taylor to stay in the closet? resounding yes.

[petitelepus]

CAN I REQUEST EITHER AN AIZETSU OR SEKIDO SLAVE!AU SEEING THEIR SWEET OWNER SICK?? like its not your typical sickness, it seems serious and stuff.. And the fact their health degrades so quick and fast out of nowhere (like c0vid for example) since demons can't get sick (if they could theyd heal fast), if possible gn! Or male!reader please! (Also just wanna say i absolutely LOVE your writing, its always such a mood bringer seeing your creations, love it!)

WHY NOT BOTH?

Summary: It's only Sekido and his younger brother Aizetsu left and then you come and buy both of them. You're a very sickly person, always have been until Death would collect you, but if it's up to Sekido, he won't let you die.

Warnings: Deathly ill Reader, Sekido Does The Unspeakable, Mild Warning For Potential Cannibalism?, NOT CANON, I MADE STUFF UP

A/N: Slave!AU, Demon Slaves, Gender Neutral Reader, Sekido, Aizetsu

There were originally 5 of them, 5 brothers, but Sekido and Aizetsu were separated from their brothers ages ago. They had no idea where their brothers were taken and they fought against the authorities so often that they were nearly beaten to death a couple of times already…

Well, Sekido was, but they beat his meeker brother to add to his punishment. What they didn't know was how they fueled the red-eyed Demon's anger but there was very little he could actually do… They were no doubt going to meet their demise if it weren't for you.

You were a bright and kind Master, taking in both Demon brothers when they were on the brink of death. Anyone else would have separated them, but you took them both.

Aizetsu was crying over your kindness, but Sekido couldn't bring himself to do the same. He had experienced enough pain to ever trust anyone other than his brothers, humans even less…

"It's okay," You had told Sekido when you were on your way to your home, smiling so kindly, "I just need you to take care of my house for me and keep me some company."

"Yes, Master," Aizetsu nodded and Sekido grunted, refusing to say anything else, but you didn't seem to mind his silence. The trip to their new home was a little longer than expected, but it was dark and you had no hurry anywhere. Plus, it was all worth it when your private car stopped by this small manor.

"This is my house and your new home." You smiled as you stopped, "Your job will be to keep the place up and running."

"Such a big house…!" Aizetsu was in total awe and you chuckled in a good manner, "I hope I'm not asking too much."

"Nonsense, Master…" The blue-eyed Demon shook his head and you were happy, but as you were trying to get out of the car you tripped and fell on the ground.

"M- Master!" Aizetsu cried out as he quickly jumped after you and proceeded to help you up. You sighed as you got back on your feet and looked at the Demon happily, "Thank you Aizetsu. For a Demon, you're an angel."

The Demon smiled a little, but Sekido wasn't as impressed as his brother was. In his mind, you were too good and frail for your own sake…

So they started to live with you and take care of you and the manor. The Demons soon learned that you and your family were filthy rich, it was only you and them, and that you had dismissed all your former servants.

It was up to Aizetsu to make your meals for you and spend time with you. Especially since Sekido tended to avoid you, so he worked alone around the manor mainly by himself.

Life was, for the first time ever, better for Sekido and Aizetsu. They had a roof over their head, as much meat as they could just eat, and all the modern-day comforts, something most Slaves never got.

But then you got sick…

Inside, Sekido knew. He knew you were sick from the moment you guys met, the moment he saw you secretly cough up blood on that napkin of yours you always carried with you.

Did you honestly think you could keep it a secret? Especially when you had gone out of your way to get the brothers because of this exact reason?

Finally, you had told them how your sickness was terminal and highly contagious to other humans, which was the reason why you had let your entire staff go and why you had gotten these two Demons instead. They couldn't get sick like humans did and as selfish as it might have been, you didn't want to be alone when your sickness would finally take you down.

That was a month ago. You had been bedridden for over a week ago now.

Sekido made his way down the manor's halls and towards your room. Usually, he would just barge in, but lately, since you haven't felt so good, he has started to knock before entering.

"Come on in," Came your weak voice and he entered the grand bedroom. As he entered, he saw his brother attempting to spoonfeed you some soup he had prepared.

"Hi there Sekido…" You said quietly as the Demon approached your bed.

"Master…" He grumbled and Aizetsu looked at his brother sadly, "Brother…

"How…" Sekido frowned as he looked at you, "How are you feeling Master?"

"It's just a flu, silly," You smiled even if you were dead tired, "I'm not gonna die because of this…"

"Idiot…!" Sekido growled under his breath, "Such an awful idiot..!"

They already knew this flu might be the last nail in your coffin. Sekido knew, Aizetsu knew and the Demon hated it how you knew it also. Your time was running out and here you were, trying to assure them that everything was alright!

The red-eyed Demon was angry. Angry at this sickness that possessed you and angry at himself for not being able to help you and-!

"Aizetsu?" You looked at the blue-eyed Demon and smiled weakly, "Will you let me talk to your brother alone?"

"I…" The meek Demon frowned as he nodded, putting the soup on your bedside table before leaving the room. Sekido watched his brother leave and then-

"I'm sorry Sekido…" You said suddenly, "I feel it. I won't survive this night. I'm sorry I was such a bad Master…"

"Don't say that…!" Sekido growled, but you shook your head, "I want you and Aizetsu to take care of the mansion when I'm gone. You can live here as long as you want and-!"

"Don't-!"

"Please…!" You cried out quietly, "I have all the paperwork done. This place is yours. My lawyers and I have taken care of everything. You have my manor and all my money."

"Master…!"

"Use them to find your brothers if you want…" You grinned lightly as you laid down and rested your head on fluffy pillows, "Now… If you excuse me… I think I'm going to take a small nap… I'm so very tired…"

"Master-!"

"Don't worry, silly," You chuckled, "I'll try my best not to kick the bucket just yet…"

Sekido growled as he watched your eyelids slip shut and you fell into a light small sleep. The Demon held his breath, watching you and wishing you wouldn't die.

You had saved them… Now Sekido had to save you.

He had a plan… It was a high risk… But it was a risk he was willing to take for you. With that in mind, he grabbed the soup you had barely touched and left your room…

And then, exactly one hour later, he came back with another bowl of soup he had personally made for you. He put the soup on the table, pulled himself a chair to sit on, and gently proceeded to shake you until you woke up.

"Master? Master!" He called your name and slowly your eyes opened and you looked at the Demon who had woken you up, "Oh, Sekido…? What brings you here?"

"Soup," He stated as he picked up the bowl and showed it to you. You looked at the soup and then at him, amused, "Is this my last meal, perhaps?"

"Eat," He simply ordered as he grabbed a huge spoonful of soup and you chuckled quietly as you opened your mouth and let him feed you. Sekido watched closely as you chewed the chunk of meat he had made sure you would get with your spoonful and he felt relieved when you finally swallowed.

"Ha ha, you're an awful cook Sekido," You laughed lightly, much to his annoyance.

"Tch!" The Demon frowned, "Eat what you are given!"

"I'm just kidding," You smiled, "It just needs a little salt, that is all."

"Should I get some?"

"No," You shook your head, "This is perfect."

Sekido grunted as he kept feeding you and despite your poor desire for food, you were eating well or at least attempting to. Finally, the spoon clanked against the empty bowl and Sekido felt ecstatic. You had eaten his soup.

"Thank you, Sekido," You smiled as you yawned, "I'm so sleepy…"

"Then sleep…!" He grunted and you chuckled at his nature before nodding. "Thank you Sekido…" You thanked him, "Thank you for everything…"

And as you fell asleep, the Demon watched you nervously for the first time in ages… Hoping you would wake up when the morning sun would come…

And the miracle happened and you woke up, feeling better than you had in ages.

"Master!" Aizetsu cried out as he rushed to see you and you blinked as you felt energetic enough to sit up on your own. As Aizetsu hugged you, Sekido grunted as he watched from the sidelines, "Good thing you are feeling better…"

"I do!" You chuckled as you petted the blue-eyed Demon's head, minding his horns, "I feel much better!"

"I'm so glad, Master!" Aizetsu was smiling and you grinned also as you turned to look at the red-eyed Demon who kept his distance, "Sekido?"

"Yes, Master?"

"I'm feeling hungry… Do you mind making me that delicious soup of yours?"

"Sure…" Sekido nodded as he pushed himself away from the wall and made his way out of your room, "I'll make sure to add more salt…"

You laughed lightly, happy to see that apparently, the cranky Demon had some twisted sort of sense of humor.

Days and nights passed and you grew stronger and stronger after each one you managed to survive. Aizetsu was overjoyed and Sekido was feeling better also since you were getting stronger also. You were playing games with his younger brother and his brother was happy also. His happiness was Sekido's.

One day, around lunchtime, Sekido made his way to your room with your lunch. As boring as it was, all the Demon knew what to prepare was soup, but you didn't seem to mind it.

He knocked before entering, "Master, I got your soup-!" He was saying when he noticed that you weren't resting in your bed. He looked and to his shock, he saw you on your knees by the long curtains that shielded the mansion's residents, Sekido and Aizetsu from the burning sunlight.

Only you were hissing and holding your face with your hands…!

"Master!" Sekido cried out as he dropped the soup and rushed to your side. His red eyes widened as he saw the nasty burns on half of your left face and left hand.

"It hurts…!" You hissed as you attempted to look at him, and the Demon grounded his teeth together as he picked you into his arms and carried you to the bed, "Shit, just, hold on, I'll get some medicine-!"

"Sekido…?"

The Demon looked at you and his eyes widened as he watched your skin heal on its own. You gasped as the pain ended and you looked at your slave in pure wonder, "Sekido?"

"What happened!?" He demanded to know and you frowned as you recalled what had happened, "I was… I tried to look outside and then I felt this excruciating pain…"

Sekido frowned as he listened to you and nodded quietly as he bit his lip and tucked you back to the bed, "Idiot, you need more rest than tha-!"

"Sekido, may I ask?" You interrupted him and he nodded, "Of course?"

"What exactly have you been feeding me this past week?"

"…You don't want to know."

"I see." You nodded as you raised your hand and felt your teeth with them and you and both Sekido noticed that your teeth had grown sharper. So sharp that you pricked your finger accidentally.

You winched and licked the blood off, but when you looked, the puncture wound was already healing.

"I might not be human anymore, am I?" You asked and Sekido frowned as he looked aside, "No, Master…"

"Interesting…" You hummed and the Demon's frown deepened, "You should talk with doctors-!"

"I'm not going to see them." You stated and he looked at you, "You're not?"

"Ha ha, my doctors would start asking unwanted questions and perform tests on me." You chuckled as you carefully licked your brand-new teeth, "And I would lose all my wealth and be rendered into a slave. We don't want that, do we?"

"No, Master," Sekido shook his head and you smiled, "As long as I stay here, I should be okay. As far as people may know, I'm just someone who is living on borrowed time. Or a rich loner."

"But…" The Demon looked at you, "You would be a prisoner of your own home?"

"Sekido, I've lived here my whole life inside these walls. What does it matter if choose to spend my new life that way also?" You grinned happily, "Now I can at least walk to my rose garden at night and feel the night air without fear of getting a fever and kicking the bucket."

"You're not mad at me for this?"

"No, I'm thankful for this new chance." You shook your head and motioned Sekido to get closer to you. The Demon did as you asked and to his shock, you hugged him.

"Thank you Sekido," You hugged him tighter, "It must have been so painful. Thank you for saving me."

"You're welcome," He nodded awkwardly and you chuckled as you pulled back from the hug, "Now, we can start looking for your brothers, what do you say? I got enough money coming that we could hire the top private investigator to find them."

"You would do that for me?"

"You and Aizetsu. You both are so very dear to me and I want you to be happy." You grinned, "So hand me that phone and get me a nice RAW steak. I'm hungry like a horse."

Despite his angry nature, for the first time ever, Sekido smiled before you, "Thank you, Master."

"Thank YOU, Sekido."

[persephinae]

so i was driving with my brother on sunday and he mentions, "oh i'll be visiting my friend and we'll probably be taking care of the horses. she said there won't be horse back riding this time, but it will be nice to pet the horses"

and i was like "excuse me? you've been secretly friends with a rich person who goes

~horse back riding~

and you kept this from me, your only sister."

him, "well... when you put it that way.. yes.. BUT -"

me: no fuck you

him: "but-"

me: no fuck you fuck you fuck you, you've been horseback riding this whole time with your secret found family and you complain about dad never telling us or taking us out to see his side of the family. fuck you

my brother, sighing the long suffering sigh of brothers everywhere, suffering more than Jesus Himself: would you like to see the horsies on Wednesday?

me: yes, please. that would be lovely, thank you

So I might see horsies tomorrow after work

he then proceeded to explain how horse people are weird and how it will become clear tomorrow

[writer--in--theory]

I'm Over This Roller Coaster

First fic. Beta read by my loves @birdsandbeetlesandmoths and @mobirights so if it sucks, blame them. Heavily based off of Wish You Were Sober - Conan Gray but it's not a songfic.

Word count: 3543

Warnings: Angst-ish, transphobia, drug and alcohol usage. I think that's it

Remus leans his head back against the wall and squeezes his eyes shut, trying to block out the loud noise, suffocating smell of alcohol, and lights of the frat party he’d been dragged to. Lately, Sirius had been doing this a lot; dragging him from party to party like Remus was his own personal chaperone.

It was always a pattern with Sirius. A break would happen, he and Regulus would go home, their parents would be assholes, he’d come back and drink himself near death. Though, Regulus wasn’t much better. The only difference is that his poison of choice is a vape.

“Remusss!” A very drunk Sirius slurred as he stumbled over to his best friend—Well second-best, James still holds first.

Remus was quick to catch his drunken friend as he let out an exasperated sigh. “Sirius, how much did you have to drink?” He asks, eyeing the cup that Sirius was carelessly sloshing around. Remus tried not to be too mad at the bit of liquid that splashed on his new Converse.

“Uhhhh… i d’nno. Lost count,” Sirius mumbles out. Remus does his best to get Sirius back on his own two feet. Eventually, and after quite a bit of struggle, he manages to do so. Once he does, he looks over Sirius’ appearance. There’s a dark spot on his shirt that Remus prays is just alcohol, his belt was loose, and his hair was incredibly disheveled. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that he had just gotten done snogging someone.

As Remus is taking inventory of Sirius, the latter begins to lean forward, close to Remus’ lips, but is quickly stopped.

“Sirius, not this again. Please.” Remus all but begs.

This was also a common occurrence. Sirius would get blackout drunk, then try to make out — if not sleep — with Remus, then profess his undying love for him; not necessarily in that order.

“And put the cup down.” He demands, snatching the red solo cup out of Sirius’ hands mid-sip. Sirius immediately begins pouting and whining like the child he is. Remus could feel his irritation rising at an unusually fast rate, especially for him, and even more so that it was towards Sirius.

Remus grabs Sirius’ hands and leads him through the party until he finds James talking aimlessly to Marlene and Dorcas. “Tag, you’re it” is all he says before shoving Sirius in their direction and walking off. He doesn’t have the energy to push through the crowds and get to the door, so he simply finds the nearest window and climbs down the fire escape.

A small, hopeful part of Remus hoped that Sirius would come running out after him and beg him to stay or even to go with him, but it never happened. Even if Sirius had wanted to, he was far too drunk to even climb out of a window, let alone get down a fire escape.

Even without his friend following him out as hoped, Remus continued into the parking lot. He pulled out the keys that Sirius had handed him after they arrived and unlocked the jet-black Range Rover, climbing into the passenger seat and starting it. James would drive him back, plus Remus didn’t want to risk something happening to Sirius’ car because he left it overnight in front of a frat house.

At least that was what he told himself to excuse basically stealing Sirius’ car.

As Remus drove, his mind drifted to Sirius. No surprise really, Sirius practically lived in his mind. He thought about tonight, about the way Sirius acted, about the cause of it all. Being the oldest heir to a rich family that puts all of their expectations on you, protecting your little brother from their scrutiny while also doing your best to raise him because they can’t be bothered, having to grow up faster than everybody else your age; truly it would drive anyone mad.

Remus didn’t blame Sirius for his drinking, especially since he knew for a fact that those same circumstances might have led him to something much worse than a few beers here and there. Hell, Remus didn’t even blame him for the way he acted while he was drunk, what he did blame him for was the way he fell all over Remus as though he were in love.

He could never flirt with Remus sober.

It was honestly absurd.

Sirius has the confidence you’d expect from any rich white boy. He flirts with anything with a pulse, including his friends, but the second Remus becomes the friend in question he suddenly “doesn’t want to cross any boundaries.” Remus would find it endearing if he believed it, but he didn’t. Not for a second.

Remus’ mind began to drift as he drove home basically on autopilot. He thought about the millions of other parties he’d been dragged to against his will. He thought of all the beers that Sirius would down, one after the other like they were water. He thought of those times when Sirius would seek him out and always find him no matter where he hid in the party or how drunk he was.

Remus thought about those quiet moments when he and Sirius would be alone together in the silence of a mostly abandoned backyard or a locked bedroom. Well—locked before Remus picked it.

But then Remus kept thinking. He never was good at turning his mind off and stopping at the nice memories. He kept going until he got to the less sweet memories. Sirius dancing with, grinding on, and trading drinks—and other things—with random girls he didn’t even know.

He thought of Sirius coming to him after making out with dozens of people. Only then did he give him any attention. And Remus would eat it up every time, acting as though his heart wasn’t slowly breaking as Sirius treated him as nothing more than an afterthought, or worse, a secret to be kept from the world and, in a sense, from Sirius himself.

As Remus pulled up to a red light, he looked over at the passenger seat as another unwanted memory flooded his mind. He thought of what was simultaneously the best and worst night of his life. He remembers it like it was yesterday (it was only a week ago), and it still makes his stomach flip every time it crosses his mind.

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“You didn’t have to punch him!” Remus called desperately to his friend as he did his best to keep up with Sirius’ fast and angry stride.

“That prick was making fun of you being a scholarship kid! I should have beat his ass!” Sirius yelled back in pure rage, fists clenched at his sides and teeth grinding so hard that Remus feared for his dental health.

Sirius got to his car and climbed in, waiting for Remus to get into the passenger side before he started the engine. “Uhm…Sirius? Are you sure you should be driving… like this?” Remus asks nervously.

Sirius’ grip on the wheel was so tight, he was sure to leave a dent in the faux leather, His foot was tensed hard, clearly trying not to slam down on the gas and send them flying through every red light for the next ten miles. Not to mention his near-manic muttering. Remus could only catch bits of it, “...so fuckin’ special…damn rich kid…daddy’s money…beat him up…deserved it…”

Suddenly, Sirius swerved hard enough to send Remus flying into the door, letting out a grunt of pain. When he gained his bearings again, Remus saw that Sirius had pulled them into a parking lot. He didn’t even have time to properly register the situation before Sirius was talking again.

“That jerk thinks you’re not good enough for the school? The school’s not good enough for you! Fuckin’ classist prick…” Sirius continued ranting, with a look in his eye that damn near scared the Welsh out of Remus.

“Sirius…you should calm down. Maybe I should drive instead…”

“You’re right, I should,” Sirius replied, clearly ignoring the second part of what Remus said. Remus didn’t get to comment on it because just seconds later, Sirius leaned over and kissed him.

He kissed him.

The kiss lasted a good thirty seconds before Remus finally came to his senses and pushed Sirius away. “Are you drunk?” It was a stupid question. Of course, he was, but Remus felt the need to ask anyway.

“...Yes.” At least Sirius had the decency to feel ashamed this time.

“Give me your keys, I’m driving.” Remus’ tone left no room for argument. Sirius did as he was told and they switched seats.

The drive back to Sirius’ place was silent, neither of them wanting to breach the topic of what just occurred between them. By the next morning, it was like nothing had. Remus wouldn’t usually be so stuck on it if it weren’t for the fact that Sirius is never that coherent when he’s drunk. However much he drank, it wasn’t enough to make him forget the kiss, but he acted as though he had, and that broke Remus’ heart.

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Remus was shaken out of his memories when a loud car horn blared behind him. He looked up and saw that the light was now green. He did his best to shake off the memory before he continued off down the street and finally made it home.

He walked inside, putting his jacket on the coat hanger before making a beeline to the stairs, seeking the solace of his room. “Hey sweetie, how was the-”

“Not now, mom, please.” Remus felt bad for brushing off his mother so quickly and harshly but he really wasn’t in the mood right now.

He got into his room and closed the door, careful not to slam it, before belly-flopping down on his bed and burying his face in his pillow, desperate to smell anything other than Sirius’ cologne that had unfortunately tainted his clothes.

That night was a restless one for Remus.

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James parked his bright red Ferrari in the driveway of the Black household. Despite his “bad influence” according to Walburga, he was always welcome because he’s an heir and the brothers could “use more of those” as friends. It’s a stupid and definitely classist reason really, but if it means he gets to see his friends, then he’d endure it.

He makes his way up the ridiculously long walkway and to the door, ringing the doorbell which he can hear echoing inside the large house. Only moments later does he hear voices. “No! Kreacher I’ve got it!” “.....” “I understand it’s your job but I’ve got it!”

The door opens seconds later, revealing Regulus on the other side with a wide smile. “James!” He exclaims, pulling James into a hug which he happily returns.

“[REDACTED]! Close the door! You’re either inside or outside!” Walburga yells from further inside the house. Regulus tenses when his mother yells out his deadname and James acts as though he didn’t even hear it. Regulus pulls away from the hug and steps aside to let James in, making sure to slam the door shut as an act of pettiness toward his mother. She wastes no time in yelling at him for “being rude in front of a guest.”

“Let's go to the garden. It’s quieter,” Regulus suggests. James agrees and they make their way through the estate and into the garden. They spend the rest of the day there, hanging out and talking, basking in the warm glow of the sun on their skin and for a while, Regulus forgets about his shitty parents.

As the sun gets closer to kissing the horizon, James begins to take his leave, packing up his things and heading towards the side gate that leads directly from the driveway into the backyard, only to be immediately stopped by Regulus.

“C’mon stay! Pleaseee?” Regulus gives his best puppy dog eyes accompanied by a pout. James crumbled immediately. He sent a quick text to his parents to let them know that he was staying over and then they made their way up to Regulus’ room.

As soon as they get up there, Regulus locks his door and grabs his pen. He throws himself down on his bed and takes a hit. It doesn’t take long for him to get high. James, on the other hand, was sitting on the windowsill, trying his best not to judge, considering his friend’s predicament. Though, internally, he is judging, just a little. Since Regulus was too busy trying to pretend his problems didn’t exist, he busied himself on his phone, playing games like a bored child at a family function.

Unfortunately, like his brother, Regulus had a pattern. His parents purposely deadname and misgender him, he calls James for comfort, he smokes, and he flirts. Unlike Sirius, Regulus wasn’t afraid to flirt with James when he was sober, it just happened less. James did his best to ignore Regulus’ seemingly endless tirade of cheesy pickup lines while Regulus did his best to get at least a smile out of him.

Also unlike his brother with Remus, Regulus has never kissed James.

Then again, there’s a first time for everything.

“Jamie,” Regulus called out to his friend in a sing-songy tone.

“Yes, Reg?” James responded, looking up from his phone to give the boy his full attention. Though there wasn’t much room for clear thought when suddenly Regulus’ lips were on his. Hands grasping at James’ shirt, mostly to keep himself steady.

“Mmph!” James let out a muffled yelp and immediately shoved Regulus off of him. “What the hell?!” He yells out. It’s not necessarily anger, mostly shock. Regulus, of course, can only giggle.

“Wassa matter Jamie? Wasn’t the kiss good?” He asks, seeming to feign offense at the thought that James didn’t enjoy the kiss. James sits there for a moment, fuming. Since when does Regulus kiss him? Since when did Regulus have any genuine interest in him? Does he? What would this lead to? A relationship? No. No, that was too permanent for him…right?

James couldn’t take it. Even when he was high, Regulus’ flirting never went past joking, but this, this was too real. Did Regulus actually like him or was it a mistake? Was this just the effect of drugs? He hoped it was. Not because he didn’t like Regulus, because he did. A lot. Commitment just scared the hell out of him, and he thought that Regulus felt the same.

Also unlike his brother, Regulus remembered everything he said and did while under the influence, so he’d have no way to avoid this, no way to pretend the kiss never happened.

Slowly, James’ anxiety began to rise, and then, in a moment of panic, he ran. He ran out of Regulus’ room, down the hallway, down the stairs even skipping several steps, and out the door. Never once did he look back as he jumped into the car and drove like he was in a Fast and Furious movie.

He kept driving until he pulled into Remus’ driveway. He ran up and frantically knocked on the door. Hope Lupin opened it with a look of concern on her face.

“My god, James, where’s the fire?” The older woman asks, giving James a lopsided smile. It takes James a moment to respond, the panic still pumping adrenaline through his veins.

“Remus…Where’s Remus?” He stumbled over his words but there was still a sense of urgency in them. Hope’s concern grew tenfold at this. She waved James inside and led him to the couch.

“Rest, dear. I’ll go get Remus.” Whether it was the motherly tone or the comfortable and homey feel that the Lupin family house gave off, James could feel some of his panic fading away.

A minute later, James could hear soft footsteps coming down the stairs. He looked up to see Remus’ concerned face. God, he looked like his mother. Remus walked over and took a seat beside him.

“...Hey…” It was awkward and a stupid way to start a conversation when your friend shows up at your door mid-panic attack. Usually, Remus was better at comforting his friends, but the situation felt so bizarre that he didn’t know how to react.

“Reguluskissedme.”

The words were spit out in rapid succession, and it took Remus a few seconds to decipher them, but when he did he let out a heavy sigh. He knew more about this situation than he’d like.

“What is it with those two? I mean honestly, god forbid they actually discuss their feelings instead of just kissing people at random.” Remus gives a bitter chuckle and leans back against the couch. He turns to see James staring at nothing. “Mate?”

“Yeah yeah, I heard you. I just…oh god. I can never speak to him again. Or Sirius, 'cause he’ll kill me for avoiding his brother and-” It wasn’t hard to tell that James was spiraling all over again and Remus was quick to cut him off and try his hand at calming him.

“James! You’re being ridiculous! Just talk to him, it’s really not that hard.”

“Oh yeah? Then talk to Sirius.”

“...”

“Exactly”

For a while they both just sit there in a comfortable silence, both of them considering their horrible situations. Until they both came to the same conclusion. Avoid the Black brothers at all costs.

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“—And then I kissed him, Siri!” Regulus cries out in despair as he throws himself face down onto his brothers’ bed. Sirius watches his brother with a mixture of pity, understanding, and amusement.

“Just do what I did with Remus and pretend you don’t remember it.” He replied as though it were simple. Regulus rolls over onto his back and turns his head to look his brother in the eye.

“You’re joking.” Sirius was not, in fact, joking. “Siri, I can't do that! It’s mean! Plus, I’m pretty sure Remus doesn’t buy that ‘I forgot’ bullshit.” Regulus groaned with annoyance as he buried his face in his hands. He was truly fucked and not in a good way.

“Okay, how about this…You talk to James and…and maybe I’ll finally talk to Remus. That way we can comfort each other in the face of rejection.” Sirius gave a small grin, chuckling softly at his little joke.

“Yeah, sure. It’s funny to you. You know Remus likes you, you’re just scared of emotions.”

Sirius rolled his eyes at his brother. “Mate, James likes you so much it’s actually a little sad that you don’t notice it.” This immediately became an argument between the two brothers.

~two week time skip~

Two weeks. It had been two weeks since James and Remus had spoken to either of the Black brothers. Two weeks since those same two swore to come clean about their feelings. Two weeks that the brothers have been agonizing and planning over what to say.

Currently, James and Remus are hiding from the brothers in James’ house. They would have gone to Remus’ place, but they’re running low on food and James eats for ten so they decided that his place was better.

“Jamie! Remus! You’ve got visitors!” Euphemia called from downstairs. Both boys were half asleep and just overall mentally exhausted from classes, so neither of them considered who could be at the door until they came downstairs and saw three somewhat unsettling things.

Sirius and Regulus dressed up Both holding flowers and chocolates Euphemia smiling like crazy

“I’ll leave you four alone.” The words were thrown over her shoulder as she made a quick escape out of the living room and into the kitchen. Still, as James noted, close enough to hear everything.

“Okay, what the hell is going on?” Remus was the first to speak after a minute of everyone standing there like it was an impromptu game of statues.

“We uh…we have some…things to say.” Regulus muttered shyly, shuffling his feet so hard, James worried he might wear a hole through the rug. “We’re sorry for the way we acted and how we treated you…”

“Yeah and if you want nothing to do with us ever again, we wouldn’t blame you-” Sirius was cut off when Regulus elbowed him harshly in the ribs. He coughed and continued, “-But we’d really like you guys to forgive us and maybe even take you out?” Both boys braced themselves, clearly waiting for rejection.

“Will you stop? With the drinking and the smoking, and avoiding your emotions?” Remus knew it was a tall order, and that all of those things would take work. but he at least wanted them to acknowledge what it is that they did wrong.

“Yes, I promise.”

“Me too.”

James and Remus looked at each other, having a silent conversation. Meanwhile, Sirius and Regulus were both shifting from foot to foot nervously. Most of the silence was honestly just to make them sweat.

“...Okay, yeah we’ll go out with you guys.”

Their eyes lit up like kids in a candy store

“Really?!” They squealed in near-perfect unison. Both boys nodded and were immediately pulled into bone-crushing hugs. From the kitchen, they could all hear the quiet squeals of Euphemia who was probably mentally planning their weddings and naming their future kids.

Uh…. idk how to end this so the end ig