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[devilledminion]

Cheers, my ever-swimming stream of toadies! It is I, Huevo Diablo!

[brightlight-dazzlingeyes]

Hey can I request a Pablo Gavi story where he comfort the reader after their big argument? Thank u💐

it's just a blurb, but i hope you like it!

the things i said | pablo gavi

☁️ synopsis: You have to deal with the aftermath of your first fight with your boyfriend. tags: hurt/comfort, happy ending. (written in 2nd person but no mention of yn) (around 0.9k words)

You’re outside now, the door clicking shut behind you, and it feels like the air is too thin to breathe. Everything feels too loud and too quiet all at once – the faint hum of the streetlights, the distant sound of someone’s TV, the blood rushing in your ears. You’re hyperventilating, you think, leaning against the cool stone of the building’s entrance, trying to ground yourself.

You’ve never yelled at each other like that. Never. Not in two years. And now you’re out here, and he’s still inside, and what does that mean? Are you breaking up? Is that what this is?

You’re pacing back and forth along the edge of the manicured sidewalk. The words from the fight replay in your mind. “You’re overthinking again.” “Why do you always do this?” “Your feelings don’t matter.” Wait, that’s not what he said. Not exactly. But that’s how it felt. That’s how it landed.

You stop pacing, leaning against a lamppost, and close your eyes. Breathe in. Count to four. Hold it. Count to four. Breathe out. Your therapist’s voice echoes in your head, calm and steady. You try to listen to her, to slow your racing thoughts, but the question looms, heavy and relentless: What if this is the end?

Your eyes sting, and you swipe at them angrily. No. You’re not going to cry again. Not out here, not where anyone could see. What if someone takes a picture? Posts it somewhere with a caption about the two of you fighting? You hate the thought, but then again… you did fight. So maybe it doesn’t even matter.

The door creaks open behind you, and your heart lurches. You don’t turn around right away. You’re not ready to face him yet, not ready to see if he’s still angry or if he’s sorry or if he’s… whatever he is. You’re not ready.

“You’re still here,” he says, his voice almost disbelieving.

You flinch, trying to wipe at your face before turning around. “I was just leaving,” you mumble, hoping he doesn’t see the tears.

“No, come here. Are you crying?”

He steps closer, his hands reaching for your face, and you try to turn away, but he’s gentle, cradling your jaw, using his thumbs to wipe away the tears you couldn’t hide. “I’m sorry,” he says, his voice breaking, his touch so soft it makes your chest ache. “I didn’t mean what I said. Are you okay? Are you…” He trails off, searching your face, like he’s trying to read every thought you’re too scared to say out loud.

“Are we breaking up?” you ask, the words spilling out before you can stop them. Your voice wavers, your heart pounding so loudly you’re sure he can hear it. “Is that… is that what’s happening?”

He looks stunned, his hands falling to his sides for a moment before coming back, holding your face again. “Is that what you want?”

You shake your head quickly, too quickly, your tears starting again. “No,” you whisper. “No, I don’t.”

“That’s not what I want either,” he says, his eyes locked on yours. “I don’t want that. I don’t want to lose you.”

And just like that, the tears come harder. You try to stop them, to hold them back, but it’s no use. They spill over, hot and unrelenting, and before you know it, he’s there, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into him. You let yourself collapse against him, your face pressed into his chest, his shirt dampening with your tears.

“We’re okay,” he says, over and over, like a mantra. “We’re okay. I’ve got you.”

His hand moves to your hair, gently combing through it, soothing, grounding. “Breathe,” he whispers. “Just breathe. I’m here.” His other hand rubs slow circles on your back, and it feels like he’s trying to hold you together, like he’s piecing you back into something whole.

“I hate fighting with you,” you manage to choke out, your voice muffled against his chest.

“I hate it too,” he says. “I’m so sorry. I… I didn’t mean what I said. I was just… I don’t know. I was stupid. I’m sorry.”

You pull back slightly, just enough to look up at him. His face is so honest, looking so upset, it makes your heart ache. “I’m sorry too,” you say. “I didn’t mean… I just… I got scared.”

“Scared of what?” he asks softly, his brow furrowing in concern.

“That this was it,” you admit, the words tumbling out in a rush. “That we weren’t going to be able to fix it. That I… that I’d lose you.”

His hands cup your face again, his thumbs brushing away the new tears that spill over. “I’m yours,” he says firmly. “You’re not going to lose me. We’re okay. We’re going to be okay.”

You nod, trying to believe him, and he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a moment. It’s not even romantic; it’s something else. Deeper, something steadier. Reassurance. Comfort. Love.

“Let’s go inside,” he says gently. “We can… we can talk. Or not talk. But let’s get out of here, okay?”

You look around at the quiet street, the windows that feel like they’re watching. Then you nod, letting him take your hand, his grip warm and sure, and lead you back inside.

[bluzebub19]

Writer's note: First time posting my writing here! SO, since there are still barely any Mylo x reader fics, I was going to make an AI bot myself of Mylo in character.ai. But I wrote the greetings thing too long so I thought I'd post it here.

Warning(s): S2 Act3 Spoilers, set within a week before Ep7 happens, slight angst?? English is not my first language. Aso a bit short?? Reader is referred to as "they/them" in the 1-2nd paragraoh and then I used "you" after. I see so many flaws here so pleade correct me if you can, thank you!

Pairing(s): Mylo x reader

Summary: After a strange anomaly sends you, Ekko, Jayce, and Heimerdinger, spiraling into an alternate version of your world, you find yourself in a place that feels both familiar and foreign. But how are you supposed to feel when the very person you thought you lost forever, walks into the room, alive and well? (With a silly, dorky mustache)

The hum of faint music filled the small room as they scribbled on a piece of paper, a soft chuckle escaping their lips as your alternate self hummed along to the tune. The box of decorations sat neatly by the table beside you, ready to be delivered to the Last Drop for Powder’s party preparations, just ahead of the Innovators Competition that everyone was looking forward to. Everything seemed fine—until it wasn’t.

A sharp pain suddenly pierced through their head, and the world around them spun violently. The ringing in their ears drowned out the music as the paper and pen slipped from their hands. They stumbled, catching sight of the box toppling over before darkness overtook them.

When you opened your eyes, you were... somewhere else. Somewhere familiar but at the same time, entirely unfamiliar. One moment, you were with Jayce, Ekko, and Heimerdinger near the hexgates, staring at the strange anomaly. The next, memories flash before you then everything had gone white, and now you were here—wherever here was.

You blinked rapidly, your mind racing as you tried to process what had just happened. You're not sure if you're still at home or where the others are. So many questions playing in your mind, to the point you felt the whole world was spinning around, and you felt sick because of it.

You tried to balance yourself as you hold on to the table. You glanced around, taking in the worn furniture and scattered decorations. It was like looking into a half-remembered dream. Your chest tightened as you caught sight of your reflection in a cracked mirror. The person staring back at you wasn’t exactly who you remembered. Your attire was softer, less utilitarian than the hardened look you'd adopted in your own timeline. It was as if this version of you belonged to a world that hadn’t been ripped apart by chaos.

Before you could process further, a knock on the doorframe snapped you out of your daze as you jolted. “Hey, ya ready to go? Or is the box too heavy for the madame?” The voice was unmistakable. You froze, your gaze slowly shifting toward the figure leaning against the doorway. Mylo.

He grinned, his lopsided smile framed by that fake elegant accent he always used when he was trying to be funny. “I can carry it for my lady,” he added, exaggerating the words with a playful bow before breaking into a chuckle.

Your heart stopped. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. His face—so recognizeable, even it's been almost a decade since you saw him alive. How? How was he here, smirking at you as if nothing had happened? As if he hadn’t died in the explosion that tore your group apart? You had mourned him, carried the weight of his absence like a huge stone in your chest. Yet here he stood. It was the Mylo you remembered—the one from your timeline. He still had the same cocky, playful energy, but there were differences. Like how he's older, as if he had the chance to grow up, a stupid looking mustache and sideburns, as well as a different tone in his voice. Regardless, it was still him. It was still Mylo.

He tilted his head, his smile faltering as your stunned silence dragged on. “Or… is now not the right time?" He glanced around awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “You okay? You’re… staring at me like I’ve got three heads.”

Your chest ached as memories of him flooded your mind—his snarky comments, his whole bravado of masking the insecurities he’d never admit to, the way he’d always tried to prove himself to feel like he had a place in the group. Others may havve not noticed those signs, but you did. You were all too familiar with it. And then, the memory of that night. The night the explosion happened and he… died. A part of you had been buried alongside him that day, and yet, here he was, alive and breathing, standing before you like the universe was playing some cruel joke.

He was frustrating at most times, sure, but you missed him more than you ever admitted. Even to yourself.

Might do Claggor soon too, both are such handsome fellas 🤭 Idc what you think about Mylo and his mustache, I love him

[the-desilittle-bird]

Hi,

do you still take Gellert Grindelwald requests? If you do, could you please write a fanfic, where the reader is Newt‘s best friend (a bit younger than him) and is also relativly close with Dumbledore. She meets Grindelwald during his escape, with her being one of the aurors. (At the beginning of the 2nd film) At first she despises him, but slowly starts warming up. Newt and Dumbledore often try to save her (she also tried to escape in the beginning), but in the end (after FB 2) she chooses Grindelwald over them. Smut in the end?If you are comfortable with it.

Thank you for considering

AN - Yep! I still love that old and beautiful man and god knows how long I have not been on this platform. I forgot my password and what not so sorry for the dead silence. Hope you like this.

Enjoy your Read and Thank You!

Requests are Open!!!

Be By My Side

Gellert Grindelwald x Fem!Reader

Summary - What happens when Y/N finds herself on a crossroad and needs to decide between her best friend and the ultimate love of her life?

Warnings - You asked for smut, and you will get it (please pardon me if it's bad, its my first or second time) (Breeding Kink and Dirty Talk). Gellert Grindelwald (He requires his own warning).

Tag List - @lady-athanasia, @littlesatanicassholebitch, @eudximoniakr, @hyacinthus007, @shopping, @choccocake, @andlizeth, @lady-juliettes, @blackhoodlea, @omgsuperstarg, @killing-gremlin, @narcy, @targaryenmoony, @moon-light1415, @thatgirlthatreadswattpad

GIF Credit goes to @grindeldore-is-real

Y/N FOUND HERSELF STARING AT THE BLUE FLAMES WITH WIDE EYES AND A RACING HEART. This was it, she thought to herself as she watched the loyal followers of the blonde man step through the circle of fire and disappear. Perhaps to Nurmengard, she assumed.

The past few weeks raced through her mind, memories turning her mind dizzy as she was overwhelmed by the burden of the choice that weighed her down; turning her body to stone.

Months ago, had she been told that she would need to choose between Newt, her best and probably the only friend who had ever stood by her side, and Gellert Grindelwald, the dark wizard she was supposed to catch. She would have chosen her best friend and had allowed her former professor's words to sink deep into her. But now, she felt her mind and heart conflicting.

Don't choose a man who is capable of destroying you, Dumbledore had said on the day she had graduated from Hogwarts and started her job as an Auror. Probably he knew that she had a liking for questionably type of men, or perhaps he could see future; Y/N doesn't know.

"Y/N/N." Newt's scream fell on deaf ears as the young girl remained locked in her own memories. Remembering the first argument she had with the Master of Elder Wand, having pointed her own wand to his face while he had not even flinched. Perhaps he knew that she would never harm him or kill him. She was not allowed to.

The young Auror could remember the day vividly when she had tried to escape her prison, caught only due to the cold winds and the snow. I do not wish to harm you, I never will, he had said, carefully placing his wand on the snow, disarming himself to comfort her. You are a liar, she had argued only to earn a smile and a deep chuckle.

If I had lied to you, then I can assure you that this moment would have never happened. He was right, she knew in her heart. Gellert Grindelwald was a master of words; had he truly ever wished to trap her, he would have already.

The gentle brush of his lips against her was still fresh in her mind. A deep hum from his throat, a moan from hers. One hand sliding down her sides to hold her against himself while the other pursued its way into her hair.

The electric tinge she had felt was unique, something she had never heard of. The same could have been said for her heart skipping a beat or the butterflies in her stomach, but was it really unheard of? No. Those were all indications to a revelation she wished not to see. But how long could she run away from the truth?

"Y/N," the rumble of Gellert's deep voice made her open her closed eyes, inhaling sharply as she felt every pair of eyes present watching her. But above all, the mismatched eyes of her lover watched her with a tilt of his head.

He took a step, and again, and again. He approached her, never letting go of her eyes as he walked up the stairs. His hand was outstretched, empty; waiting for hers patiently.

"Come join me, beloved," he whispered, making the girl gulp as her eyes trailed off to her best friend who watched her with desperation. 'Don't,' she saw him mouthing, but her mind could no longer register anything, frozen in a single place.

Gellert's lips brushed against the outer shell of her ear, eliciting a deep moan which made him chuckle. His hand cupped the side of her face while he whispered: "Be by my side. Be my Queen."

All the thoughts vanished from her mind, leaving behind only a single man in focus. One who had platinum locks and mismatched eyes which resembled so much like his own personality. The man who stood in front of her, waiting for her to say the word, to give him the consent.

"Yes."

Silk sheets covered her bare body from the preying eyes of her lover, whose fingers drew patterns on her back while she slept peacefully. The soft glow of the first sunlight entered the bedroom, filling it with a golden glow.

Y/N hummed to herself, snuggling deep into the arms of Gellert who smiled down at her; a smile reserved specially for her. His fingers deliberately moved south, running along her spine before they moved to touch her thighs.

His fingers were calloused, rough, against her skin. Creating the perfect sensation that had her moaning prettily into his shoulder. A light flush painted the skin of her neck and cheeks, touching the tips of her ear as she tried to hide herself in the crook of his neck.

"How pure," he whispered with a smirk, his fingers teasing her folds, gathering the moisture that had coated her lips. Another moan left her lips involuntarily as the pad of his thumb came in contact with her clit, rubbing a slow circle that had her withering.

"Yet so desperate," he growled, retrieving his hand as he flipped them. His eyes watched with amusement as the girl underneath him flustered pink at his words.

She leaned up, chasing his lips into a shy kiss that had Gellert groaning as his hips snapped against her. His hand moved eagerly, intertwining with her hair before tugging her back, baring her neck. The sight of purple bruises and bites had him grow harder as he nipped on the skin on her collarbone.

"Gellert," she moaned, hands shooting off to tug at his disheveled hair. "Please," she mewled, moving her hips desperately. With a smirk plastered on his angular face, the wizard taunted, "what do you want, rabbit?"

The cry that left her satisfied him enough as he slowly settled inside her, grunting at the feel of her insides squeezing him. A broken moan left Y/N as a single tear rolled down her cheek, her nails digging into his back as she forced herself to relax around his length.

Moments after, the entire room was filled with loud sound of moans and grunts and the peculiar sound of skin slapping against skin. Filthy words escaped Gellert's mouth as he praised her while pounding deep into her.

"Such an obedient little girl. A perfect slut. So tight, so pure, so innocent. The perfect little wife. Should I make you a mother? Would you like that? Carrying my child. I feel you clinging around me, seems that you like that idea."

The sunshine filled the entire room in a holy glow as Gellert and Y/N cummed on the same time. Breath labored, both of them slumped against each other, foreheads pressed together as they came down from their peaks.

"I love you," she whispered, the words almost lost between the heavy pants. But Gellert heard them anyway, and with a smile and a light heart, he whispered the words back.

"I love you too, beloved."

[yeetfanficccc]

Just Friends Wicked Boq x reader Oneshot

Author's Note--

So.... I haven't written x reader in years and not ever on this platform, but when I saw Wicked movie and thought Boq was low-key hot (I guess Ari and I have same taste lol) I couldn't find ANY fics for him I knew it was my duty to write this. I am rusty and this was in a single sitting but... enjoy, This is in an AU where Nessa never liked him, reader was written in mind as female but can be read as gender neutral :)

TW reader has anxiety and a panic attack

Shiz University was blooming with life. Ozians from all walks of life buzzed down the hallways chattering away about the new student, Elphaba, who was the most beautiful shade of green. Everyone seemed so lively and bright like they were dancing through life. I was not so lucky. 

I had been at Shiz for a week now and I still was perpetually scared everywhere I went. Everything was so loud and disconcerting.  During orientation, there was an altercation with Elphaba and for some reason Madame Morrible cast a huge spell to keep us on our toes, at least that’s what she told us. Pieces of the building flew clean off! I nearly passed out because my Oz, I am pursuing a higher education I should not be afraid of being crushed! There was a stunning girl named Galinda Upland who I was so intimidated by I had not uttered a single word in any class we shared in fear I would somehow upset her. Elphaba had gotten on her bad side, and I did not want to be 2nd on that list. 

So, I stuck to the edges of Shiz, trying my best to stay focused on study.  I people watched, admiring them from a safe distance. It was a quiet life, a simple life. Today, I sat in the library rewriting a history assignment for Dr. Dillamond. I just couldn’t seem to find the words. My body gravitated back to my beloved shelves. Our library had the most amazing rotating shelves I had ever had the honor to behold.  I reached for a reference book and turned the page,

In the years after the arrival of our Wonderful Wizard of Oz…

Smack! 

My book and I were sent hurling towards the ground. Panic. First for the book, it was not my property, and then for the warm body under me. More panic. Dear Oz, LET IT NOT BE GALINDA! 

“I am so sorry!” I spurted out, tumbling off the poor person I landed on. 

“It’s okay, it was my fault.”  

I looked up to see a shock of curly red hair. Huh. The stranger held out his hand and helped me to my feet. 

“No. I shouldn’t have been walking with a book in my face.” 

“You were just killing two birds with one stone.” 

“My third bird was not using another student as a landing pillow, but I’ve never been a good multitasker.” 

The joke was simple and not very funny, but he laughed.  A genuine boyish laugh.

“You’re in my class, right? Dr Dillamond’s?” 

He remembered me? I was a statue in that class. 

“Oh yeah, I am…” 

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to freak you out. I just never forget a face.” He giggled in his lovely tenor, “And you have a great face! Oh wow. That’s even weirder of a thing to say…” 

I felt a tingle in my chest, light airy. But one I hadn’t felt in a long while.

“(Y/N).” I spat, “I guess we’ll find out if you ever forget a name.” 

“Boq Woodsman,” He stretched out a bit to appear taller, “at your service.”

“That’s a good name.” 

“Really? I’ve always thought it was a bit stupid.”

“No. It’s a strong name. It suits you.”  I looked down when I said it. How could I let such cheesy words come from my mouth?

“Is your book, okay?” He stumbled the words, his face a bit red. Had I embarrassed him?

“My book? OH, my book!” I retrieved my wayward copy of Oz history from the ground, “I think she’ll make it. Just barely.” 

“Good, because I think we have class in like 2 minutes.”

Damn! I had lost track of time. 

“Oh no.” 

“Wanna make a run for it?” He grinned. 

“Only if it’s a race.” 

“Deal.”

We both entered Dr Dillamond’s class heaving and gasping for air, somehow on time. We couldn’t stop laughing. 

Weeks Later 

From that day on, Boq and I formed an allyship of two awkward college kids just trying to get by. We started sitting by each other in class, eating lunch together, and studying night after night. After a few weeks, I had even started feeling comfortable around Galinda. Kind of. Boq informed me of his crush on her, which apparently went away very quickly. I wanted to believe him, but I just thought he was saying that because he knew she freaked me out. Boq had even given me the courage to make another friend, Nessarose, who was so sweet. Of course, there was also this very inconvenient feeling in my chest whenever I saw Boq. It was getting to be very annoying. So, like most of my life’s issues, I ignored it. I was not about to mess up my strongest college friendship over stupid, most likely one-sided feelings. 

“Boqqqqqqq.” I ran up to him outside in the courtyard. 

“Whatttttttttt.” He drew the word out to match me. 

“I’ve been looking for you!” I smiled, “What do you think about the new guy? Fiyero. It makes so much sense he’s a prince!” 

“A prince?” He grimaced, “I don’t know if it fits him.”

“What do you mean? He’s so charismatic, it’s scary.”

“He’s okay I guess.” 

“Are you going to the thing tonight at the Oz Dust ballroom?”

“Are you?” He blurted out. 

“I think it’s more of a date thing.”

“Do you want to go through?” 

“Yeah, kind of.”  There it was. That stupid feeling in my chest.

“I could take you…” He stammered over the words like tripping on molasses. 

“Really?” I lit up. 

“As friends.” 

My shoulders sunk, “of course…” 

That Night, the OzDust 

Music exploded from every corner of the room. It was piercing. I held myself together. Couples in lavished gowns and suits danced under the watery glow. Ever since earlier that day when Boq corrected this to be a friend’s date, something was off between us. We had hardly spoke on the way over. When I saw Galinda looking ever so enchanting in her dress with Fiyero, I worried Boq was off because he wished he was there with her. I couldn’t blame him, she was the light of every room she was in and I was just… there. 

I was determined to still have fun. Even if all the people and the loud music was wearing me down. I danced next to Boq yet he seemed to zone out, like he was somewhere else. I frowned. 

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine…” 

“Maybe we should take a break. Get some fresh air.” 

“(Y/N)” He turned to me suddenly, “there’s something that’s been weighing on me, I need to tell you-“

Before Boq could finish a man stepped out of the crowd and took me by the hand,

“May I have a dance lovely?”

He was a guy I had seen around Shiz and in Dr Dillamond’s class. He was broad, always brooding and gave me a bad vibe. Still, he had never spoken to me at length in any sinister way. He had never spoken to me at lengh once so ever. There was a chilling ache in my head under his gaze, I blamed it on me just being too anxious for my own good.  

“Oh sorry. I’m okay.”  I smiled polite as possible.

“Come on. You’re always so quiet. But I think you’re amazing. I see the real you.” 

Dread ate away at my composure. The music seemed to blare into me like a siren.

"It's a party, you should dance with someone fun."

Did I lead this guy on in some way? I don’t want him to hate me. There are so many people around… I don’t want to cause a scene. He touched my shoulder. His hands were so cold. 

“They said no.” Boq corrected his voice a light in my growing panic.

"Come on, man. They're not your partner or anything. Let me have a shot."

Boq shoved away the guy and put himself between me and him. 

"Stay away from them." Boq spoke the words with a bitterness I had never seen from him.

People began looking at us, whispering. I couldn’t handle it. All those eyes. I ran out of the room without thinking. 

It’s okay. It’s okay. I breathed in and out. 

“(Y/N)!” A familiar voice called. Boq. 

“I’m sorry,” beyond my control, tears poured down my face, “I shouldn’t have ran like that.”

“What do you need?” he was sweet, low, gentle.

“Just air, I’ll be ok.” 

“Let’s sit.” He led me to a soft patch of moonlight. I felt safe again. We sat for a few minutes, watching the world go by. It made me think, think about what really mattered. I couldn't let this moment pass me by.

“Boq. I need to tell you something.”

“Anything. Anything from you.”

“I like you, like as more than just friends.” 

“Are you serious?” his eyes were big and round like he was going through heart attack. Oz, did I send him into shock?

“I’m sorry! It’s silly. I just needed to tell you.”  I turned away, "Forget I said it."

“No. It’s not. I like you, like really like you (Y/N).  Since I’ve been at Shiz, I feel the happiest when I’m with you, like I can really be myself.” 

"I feel that way with you to." I grinned, warmth flooding my body.

"Can I kiss you?" His face was as red as his hair. It was adorable, handsome, all the good things! And it was for me.

I sprung forward and planted my lips on his. He was melted honey. And I was more than just a friend.

"I am so glad you couldn't keep your face out of that book..."

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Could we maybe have some ghost!Vi haunting the reader who is investigating disappearances in a ramshackle building?

Strange Situations

|| ghost!vi x fem!enforcer!reader

|| Warnings; Vi's dead and a ghost, brief retelling of what happened season 1 episode 3, brief death mentions, vi flirting and teasing reader

|| Summary; when reader goes to an investigation, she meets a ghost who helps her.

Requests closed!

Started; December 2nd

Finished; December 2nd

~~~

The case was unsettling. The building itself even more. You found yourself walking through ruins on your latest investigation. Hand trailing over the debris that you could only assume once belonged to a wall. Maybe a ceiling. You glanced up to the open sky. Whatever happened, one thing was for certain. Lives were lost. A sigh left your lips. Cases like these were always sad. Especially with the rumour that kids had been involved. Kids. Your hand traced the cracks in the rubble. A chill going through your spine before you faintly heard what sounded eerily like an "ahem". Though you were alone.

Instincts took over. Your hand whipped out your gun, pointing it all around you. Your nerves were on the edge of their seat. Adrenaline kicking through. Was someone with you? Did someone follow you in? This place was already unsettling enough. Now you were hearing things," who's there?" You called out. Voice echoing off the walls that remained. Silence.

"Boo," a chill went down your back. All the hair on your neck stood up. You practically jumped a foot in the air when you spun around. Gun aimed in front of you. That's when you saw it. The transparent figure of a girl with pink hair. Her arms were folded, a smug smirk dancing on her lips. You could already tell this one had a flare for trouble. She looked... young. Not much younger than you," jumpy. That's cute."

Was the ghost... flirting with you? You cringed in confusion. Trying to figure out what was happening. You thought ghosts weren't real. Fake news told to scare people off from abandoned places. You never thought... that you'd meet one. Let alone have one flirt with you so openly.

"Who... what.." Your words failed in your throat. Just watching as the figure floated over to you. She was cute, you'll admit that. But that didn't make this whole situation... any less strange. Out of everything you've done in the last few months on the job, this was the top of the list for strange situations. If this was the kind of thing people saw on the job, you wondered what your future had in store for you. To think this was just the start of your career.

"What's the matter, cute face? You look like you'd seen a ghost," the ghost continued to tease. Circling you with interest. Eyes looking you up and down.

"You're..." You had tried to speak again. But your mind was too busy trying to catch up to the situation. How...

"A ghost, yes. I know." The girl groaned. You tensed up, you didn't offend her, did you? An offended ghost was the last thing you needed.

"I- I'm sorry- I've just never.. met one," you apologized. You were not taking any chances here," what's your name?" You figured it was better to be friendly. Get the ghost to trust you. Maybe she could help in your investigation.

"Vi." The ghost replied. Settling herself down on some of the debris.

"Vi... do you- know what happened here?" You picked your words carefully. Slowly. You had to tread delicately here. You didn't like being in uncharted territory. In fact, you tried to avoid the unknown altogether. So to be dealing with this... it was definitely a challenge.

Vi scoffed, kicking one of the stones. It flew past you. Making you freeze. She can move things. That changed your whole approach. The thought of what she could do to you sent a jolt of fear through your body," an explosion."

Your face fell. Looking a little annoyed at that response. You figured that much out yourself already. Vi seemed... sad. Angry. You weren't sure if it was from you or the memory of whatever happened. You assumed it was both.

"Can you tell me anything more?"

The ghost was quiet for a long moment. Vi debated if she should tell you. She didn't really like enforcers, but you... you seemed to genuinely care. At least from the small interact she's had with you. And when you made your way over to sit down with her, that just confirmed what she had been thinking. You did care. You genuinely wanted to help. You weren't like the rest of the enforcers," ...my sister. I told her to stay behind but she didn't and well.." Vi gestured to the building.

Her sister did this? You looked around at the ruins, wondering how that night might have gone. Your hands folded gently together in your lap as you sat next to the ghost. Your shoulders brushed, giving you a cold chill where she touched you," your sister did this? How?"

"She was an inventor," Vi recalled with a fond smile. A look in her eyes you couldn't quite understand," always making some new creation. She'd been making some explosive stuff. Thought she could use it to help. It... caused more harm than good. Vander, our friends, me. Everyone but the enemy."

Your eyes softened. Listening to her story. It pulled at your heartstrings. It gave you the intel you needed. Just maybe.. you could find the girl's sister. If she helped. But should you ask?

With pursed lips, you treaded forward. "Would you help me find your sister?" You asked. Speaking slowly. Carefully. Vi looked to you. Her eyes studying. As though she wondered what you would do when you found her. But she wanted to find her sister. See her. Talk to her. That need was enough to get her to agree.

"Okay." Vi nodded, her expression suddenly protective. Fierce. Her glare sending another shiver through you," but if you so much as touch her I will make your life a living hell. I've gotten damn good at the whole ghost thing."

You raised your hands in surrender," I won't do anything. I just want to talk with her."

Vi relaxed at that. Giving you a nod before walking with you. Following you out of the building in search for Powder.

~~~

perhaps part 2 if the people want it?

[cece693]

you wrote about the mad hatter so well... i don't want to overwhelm you, obviously, but i would love a 2nd part!! and maybe in the future you can write some smut scenario with him? 😶‍🌫️

You're Not Crazy Pt. 2 (The Mad Hatter x M! Reader)

Here's the second part :) I'm iffy on writing smut for the Hatter since he's so childlike and I think he wouldn't go that far with someone, he probably finds kissing pleasurable enough, but who knows. I'll probably end up doing it 🤷‍♀️

tags: angst, happy ending, the reader tries to say goodbye, mentions of Alice, the reader is an idiot, but redeems himself

The Hatter's words stung, but you couldn't stay with him. You didn’t belong to Wonderland, as much as you envisioned yourself adapting to the world. You didn’t share its whimsical madness, its strange logic that defied all reason. You loved its colors, its characters—especially him—but deep down, you felt like an outsider playing pretend in a place that wasn’t truly yours.

So, you left.

Back in the real world, everything felt strangely muted. The once-familiar streets seemed dull and lifeless, lacking the vibrancy of Wonderland. Your sister Alice noticed your somber mood almost immediately. She’d seen you come back looking tired or perplexed before, but never like this. It was as if the life was sucked out of you; You weren’t yourself. She knew something big must've happened to put you in such a state.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the room, Alice found you sitting by the window, staring off into the distance. She approached quietly, her voice soft. “You’ve been awfully quiet since you got back. What happened in Wonderland?"

You hesitated, the words sat heavily on your tongue, reluctant to be spoken. How could you even begin to describe what had transpired in Wonderland? The way the air had seemed to still when the Hatter looked at you with those wild eyes, the hurt lurking behind his laughter? But after a moment, you sighed and decided to open up, knowing Alice would pester you otherwise.

“The Hatter…he told me to leave. He said I should return home. So, I did.”

Alice watched you carefully, her brow furrowed with concern. “But why would he say that?” she asked softly. She knew the Hatter was eccentric and unpredictable, but she had seen how he looked at you, how his eyes lit up whenever you were near.

You shook your head, frustration mixing with the ache in your chest. “I don’t know.” you admitted, though it wasn’t entirely true. “I think…I think he was afraid. Afraid I’d leave on my own someday, find something more important than him.” Your voice wavered, and you clenched your fists to steady yourself. “He wanted to push me away before I could do it to him.”

Alice remained silent for a moment, her expression softening as she pieced together what you weren’t saying. “So, you just left because he told you to?” she asked, not accusingly but with a kind of gentle reproach. “Without telling him how you felt?”

You looked down, guilt settling like a stone in your stomach. “I thought it was what he wanted.” you murmured. “I didn’t want to hurt him more by staying. But leaving…it felt wrong, too. It still does.”

Alice reached out, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “You men and your pride,” she said with a soft chuckle. “You’re both acting like fools. You know that, right?”

“What do you mean?”

She smiled, patient and knowing. “I mean that sometimes, people say things they don’t mean because they’re scared of being hurt. The Hatter’s a complicated man, but he’s not so different from anyone else in that way. You need to go back and talk to him. Really talk to him. Otherwise, you’ll never know what could’ve been.”

Her words struck a chord deep within you, resonating with the doubts and hopes that had been churning inside you since you left. She was right—you couldn’t leave things like this, with both of you hiding behind unspoken fears. You had to face it, face him, and figure out what you truly wanted.

Returning to Wonderland was like stepping back into a dream, one that you’d missed desperately in your time away. The colors were brighter, the sounds sharper, yet everything felt strangely muted by the tension in your chest. As you made your way back to the tea party clearing, you could feel your heart pounding harder with every step, a mix of anxiety and anticipation.

When you arrived, you found the Hatter sitting at his usual spot at the head of the long, cluttered table. He was hunched over, a hat perched lopsided on his head, his fingers busy stitching a ribbon that looked like it was fraying at the ends. His back was to you, but the moment he heard your footsteps crunching on the gravel, he stiffened ever so slightly.

“I didn’t expect you back so soon,” he said, his tone light and airy, but you could hear the strain in it—like a string pulled too tight. “Come to say a proper goodbye?”

You took a deep breath, stepping closer, feeling the weight of the conversation pressing down on your shoulders. “Yes, but I want to do it right. I don't want to leave with things unresolved between us."

The Hatter turned to face you slowly, his usual mad grin stretching across his face, but it was different this time. His eyes, usually bright and wild, were shadowed, clouded with something you couldn’t quite place. “Well then,” he said, forcing a laugh that sounded more like a broken sigh, “goodbye it is! Off you go, then! Don’t let the rabbit hole hit you on the way out!”

Without thinking, you reached out and pulled him into a hug. His body went rigid at first, as if he didn’t know how to react. You could feel his rapid breaths against your chest, hear the hitch in his throat as he struggled to keep up the façade. Then, slowly, he softened, his arms coming up to clutch at your back, holding you as if you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the ground.

“Why are you doing this?” he whispered, his voice cracking, caught somewhere between a sob and a laugh. “Why are you making this so hard?”

“Because I don’t want to leave you,” you confessed, your voice thick with emotion. “But I don’t know how to stay when I feel like I don’t belong here.”

The Hatter pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes glassy with unshed tears. “You do belong. To me, you do.”

His words pierced through you, breaking down the last of your defenses. You thought you had made up your mind to leave, to return to the real world where everything made sense, where things followed rules. But in that moment, nothing made sense without him.

You stepped back, letting go of him even though it hurt. “Goodbye, Hatter.” you said softly, turning away. “I’ll miss you.”

As you started up the path that would take you back home, every step felt like dragging a weight behind you. You reached the midway point, the fork in the path where one route would lead you back to reality. You paused, your heart aching with each second that passed. You glanced back, your breath catching in your throat when you saw him still standing there, watching you leave with a look of pure devastation.

You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t leave him like this.

Turning on your heel, you sprinted back down the path, the wind whipping against your face as you ran. You didn’t stop until you were right in front of him again. His eyes widened in shock, his lips parting to ask something, but you didn’t give him the chance. You cupped his face in your hands and kissed him, pouring all the emotion you’d been holding back into that kiss—your fear, your love, your need to stay.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, he stared at you, his eyes wide and searching. “You…you came back?”

“I did,” you said, smiling through the tears in your eyes. “If you’ll have me. I’m not going anywhere.”

For a moment, he looked as if he didn’t believe you, his gaze darting over your face as if trying to find some hint of doubt or hesitation. But then his lips slowly curved into a smile—a real, genuine smile that lit up his entire face. “Oh, yes. Yes, indeed! And we shall have tea every day, and perhaps cake, and perhaps something more delightful!”

You laughed, a lightness settling over you that you hadn’t felt in days. “Sounds like a plan.”

[thecordelialetters]

˚✧₊MEGUMI'S GIRLFRIEND⁺˳✧༚

A short one-shot where you are Megumi’s Secret Girlfriend

★ pairing: Megumi x f!reader ( slight Yuta )

★ wc: 1.38k

No one expected Megumi to have a girlfriend. The guy had no rizz as Yuji would say. He had about as much personality as a block of stone. “Yah Megumi, tonight me and Nobara are headed out to Roppongi to go clubbing want to join?” Yuji asked his friend. They had just finished all their missions and would have off the next few days

“No, go on without me.”

It wasn’t unusual for Megumi to say no, so Yuji, Nobara, and the 2nd years went without him.

The next time the trio went on a mission they noticed Megumi couldn’t stay off his phone. It’s like he was glued to it.

“Who are you texting? You don’t have any friends besides us.” Nobara was just as nosey as Yuji when it came to Megumi’s personal life. And as usual, the response was “None of your business”.

The Jujutsu Sorcerer life was a tough one. If you found a partner that was great. Staying alive, working , and keeping your partner happy and safe was another challenge. But Megumi somehow did it. He loved you with all his heart. Made time for you. Took you on dates. He showed you a soft side that he had never shown anyone before. You and Megumi had been together for over a year and you had never met his friends and still didn’t know too much about his school life.

It was Friday and every Friday Megumi took you out on a date. It didn’t matter where, how long it was, or if he had a mission, he would always do something with you on Friday nights.

Last week he took you to the aquarium to look at the sharks, your favorite animal. You split a sandwich in the cafe ( cuz ur boi poor like his dad) and he bought you the cutest fluffiest shark plushie that currently sits on your bed.

However, this Friday was tough, he has just gotten back from a mission and was covered in bruises. After a short trip to Shoko, he made his way to your place to relax and watch on of your favorite movies, Legally Blonde. However this time, his absence did not go unnoticed by Yuji whose room was right next door.

The next morning Nobara and Yuji were walking to the training field to meet with Gojo and Yuji thought it was the perfect time to have a little gossip sesh. “Hey, Megumi snuck out last night.”

“What ? No way that guy definitely has no where to go. What do you think he doing?”

“I don’t know he’s been acting sort of weird”

“How so?”

“Well, For the last few months, he’s been going out on his own, staring at his phone a lot and sneaking out… MAYBE HE'S DEALING DRUGS”

After a quick wack in the head from Nobara “No freaking way he’s dealing, he’s probably reading new ways to train or something”

For the next weeks, the duo would stalk Megumi. They began noticing things. The slight blushes on the check after a sly phone call, the hint of lavender on his clothes when he came back to the school, a necklace in the shape of a heart he wore that was way too girly for him to buy himself.

It wasn’t until the next Friday that Yuji and Nobara decided to follow Megumi when he left. Dressed up in horrid disguises, they followed Megumi to the train station where he bought a small bouquet of daisies at the flower shop.

One… two… three…four… they counted four stops before the train arrived to shibuya.

“He went all the way to Shibuya? For what … the flowers? No way this guy is on a date…”

“Nobara! Hey he definitely is on a date! He got all dressed up and brought gifts!” Yuji replied as they both scurried after Megumi to avoid losing him in the crowd.

“No … way.” Yuji and Nobara’s jaws dropped as they saw a gorgeous woman run into Megumi’s arms before he swung her around, landing a small kiss on her head. The look in Megumi’s eyes and the expression on his face was something they hadn’t seen before. It was a look of pure love and adoration for this woman dressed in another Tokyo school uniform. The couple chatted a bit, you thanked Megumi for the flowers and gave him a swift kiss on his lips. Kissing Megumi was a treat, he was soft and gentle, but his arms around you were strong and protective. Almost as if he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go.

Yuji and Nobara were shell-shocked. Firstly Megumi had a girlfriend and DIDN’T TELL ANYONE and secondly, you were hot as fuck. No way a guy like Megumi could land you. But to you, it felt like it was the other way around. Megumi was perfect for you. He was a gentleman who showed you what love was and treated you with respect and kindness. It didn't help the fact that he adored everything about you.

After Yuji and Nobara got over their shock and gorged on food in Shibuya. They went back to Jujutsu High and gossiped more about you and Megumi.

Four months had passed and neither Megumi nor Yuji and Nobara brought you up. Yuji was waiting for Megumi to tell him on his own, and Nobara wanted to see how long Megumi could keep the secret for.

“Hello first years! We have a new student joining us today. Treat her well!” Gojo was never really good at intros. Stepping around Gojo there you stood in your own Jujutsu high uniform looking just as cute as when Yuji and Nobara first saw you. The duo almost broke their necks to look at Megumi but he showed no reaction, you didn’t either.

It wasn’t until you four headed to the training field to meet up with the 2nd years till Yuji and Nobara started whispering.

“How are they going to pretend they don’t even notice each other!?”

“They didn’t even look at each other!”

Dumbfounded, they watched as Yuta approach you with a friendly smile on his face. Standing a little too close he introduced himself. “Hi (y/n) I’m Yuta Okkotsu, 2nd year and special grade sorcerer.” Yuji and Nobara watched Megumi as a large tick appeared on his forehead. Seems as if Megumi was the jealous type. As you and Yuta conversed a little more the duo swore they saw steam rising from Megumi’s spikey hair. After 3 minutes and you laughing at Yuta's stuttering, Megumi stalked forward and grabbed you by the waist. His grip was firm, not too much to hurt you but enough to show Yuta that he was serious.

“Oi, (y/n) I see you’ve met Okkotsu-senpai.”

“Yes, Gumi I have! We were just taking about our abilities”

“Oh yeah, you’ve showed me them all the time. I know you abilities in and out. “

Panda , Maki, Inumaki, Yuji, and Nobara watched the interaction unfold and Megumi practically hovered over you.

“Megumi… or… Gumi he he… YOU DIDN’T TELL US YOU HAD A GIRLFRIEND.” Panda shouted.

“Oh yeah… I guess I didn’t. Well, everyone this is my girlfriend (y/n) we’ve been together a little over a year now.” Megumi confessed as he looked at you.

Yuji and Nobara sweated before shouting “We’ve been WAITING for you to finally admit that. It was eating us ALIVE.” This is definitely the longest secret the pair had kept.

Megumi chuckled “I know. I saw you guys following us on our date to Shibuya. You guys are shit whisperers and dressed like Sherlock Holmes…”

“YOU KNEW???!” At this point, Yuji and Nobara were shocked and accepted defeat. They needed to work on their spy skills.

“Yep, I knew I just wanted to see how long you guys could hold out for. But thank you. I just wanted to keep my girlfriend to myself but now that she’s here we’ll all my seeing more of each other” Megumi said as he grabbed your hand.

“I like your friends Gumi, they’re funny. I hope Yuji doesn’t mind me coming over to your room too often though. Don’t worry Yuji I’ll buy you some earplugs.” You said as you kissed Megumi on the cheek, effectively leaving everyone speechless.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hi there! Big fan of your writing, can I request Yandere 1st, 2nd and 3rd Years with a Female Yoriichi Reader who’s the creator of Sun Breathing and the other Breathing Forms, known as the Strongest Demon Slayer to ever exist (She has access to the Transparent World and can use the Selfless State)

Reader always has a solemn expression, but is in fact very kind and compassionate but despite her incredible feats, skills and abilities she’s very humble, seeing herself as just another regular human and not even special, despite her extraordinary skills and explains that she sees herself as nothing but a ‘worthless failure’ because she couldn’t kill Muzan and how her older brother turned into a Demon (As she says her life is completely worthless and wouldn’t mind to be forgotten)

Thank you so much!

🖤🖤🖤

Yoriichi Tsugikuni Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

You’re a lot more mature than the rest of them. As expected you’re physically stronger and you're usually stone-faced, making your pursuers eager to break that. When you do finally open up about your past it puts everything into perspective, making them more eager to stop you from going home:

Jack Howl

“You’re no failure! You are strong and it isn’t over yet there is always the option to move forward!”

If he’s able to kindle your spirit he’ll make it so that you will return 

But not without him

Your his mate, and whoever's in the way needs to die move

Sebek Zigvolt

“DO NOT MAKE SUCH A FACE. You’re on the level of Malleus-sama I see no reason to denounce your achievements!”

No doubt is very vocal about your beauty and strength

He loves all of you

He’s irritated you can not see that

Thus he refuses to allow your return

But until he’s able to take you head on

So he’ll use more underhanded methods 

Ace Trappola

“Yeah? Well, I guess it's best you ended up here then!”

He hates that you’re moping about anyone other than him

So he’ll do what it takes to keep you happy here

Even if it means twisting his words 

Deuce Spade

“No way! You’re the best! I lov–I mean w-w–e’re the best of friends…so don’t think about them, okay.”

Who cares about the monsters there when there are plenty here

You can slice at them

It doesn't have to be a demon right

If you’re really needing to slay a demon he’s more than happy to make some

Epel Felmier

“Its not your fault! Those jerks are the ones who are at fault they’re the monsters you just tried to help.”

He so mad that some nameless nobodies are what’s making you upset

As far as he concerns he’s not letting you go back

You might beat him when it comes to strength but until he gets there

He’s winning the only way he can

And if that means putting you to sleep while he destroys your only source home

[chrimsss]

A Tall Manager -

Some teams and how they would be with a tall (betwen 175 to 180cm) beautiful manager.

The teams include: Karasuno, Aoba Johsai/Seijoh, Shiratorizawa and Fukurodani.

Note: This is another random idea i had and had a beautiful, amazing friend choose the teams for me :)) this was written at 3am and its rushed, I'm sorry.

Might have some grammatical mistakes or mispellings, sorry for those- LONG POST!

Pronouns: You, implied as female.

Karasuno (Height: 177cm) -

You're a 1st year, in Class 5.

Which also means you share a class with the one and only, Yachi Hitoka.

You both first talk was due to a project you two needed to do together and she was utterly scared about your height.

But you quickly surprised her with a friendly nature, almost like an older sister. Yachi grew close to you rather fast.

So it was no surprise when she asked you to come with her to the school gym, after class.

"Hum? Why, are you going to train for something?"

"NO, I TOLD A BEAUTY THAT I WOULD JOIN HER CLUB ACCIDENTALLY AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO, PLEASE (Y/N)!"

"A beauty? what..."

Despite that, you decided to follow her anyways.

Arriving at the gym, it was clear both you and Yachi gained the attention of almost all boys in the gym, which was somewhat understandable, since we have this 149cm cute girl and 177cm pretty girl.

Kiyoko was the first to walk towards you both, greeting Yachi before going to you with a friendly welcoming and asking if you were to join as a third manager. Now you understand how Yachi couldn't say no.

Daichi, Suga and Asahi were the next to introduce. They all were really sweet to you, although Suga were jokingly disappointed at you being taller than him while being a 1st year, which made you laugh a bit.

Ennoshita, Kinoshita and Narita were the next ones, all also very kind, but in a more quieter way. Kinoshite also joked a bit, asking what you did to get so tall, since you were taller than him. His only answer was a slap at the back of his head by Ennoshita.

Nishinoya and Tanaka, were... something else. When you first introduced yourself, they were both dead silent, almost as stones statues, that also scared the other 2nd years, before tears appeared in their eyes. They were just happy of having 3 different managers. You could also hear Tanaka commenting something about "School's Beauty" and "Nekoma", but you weren't too sure.

Hinata and Yamaguchi were both stunned by you, a small blush in their faces while you looked at both of them with a bright smile. Hinata started jumping up and down, greeting you and commenting about your height in a non-malicious way, to which you tried to answer truthfully. As for Yamaguchi, he let out a small compliment, shocking himself, but your only response was a compliment about his freckles.

Tsukishima and Kageyama were... Indifferent. Of course, Kageyama was surprised about your height for some time since you were almost his height, but it quickly drew away. Tsukishima knew about you, since you were in a College Prep Class as well, so he somewhat respected you, but he really didn't care about your height or anything.

After that day, you were now officially a Manager for the Crows. And, even though you were almost the same height or taller than most of them, they were still protective of you, just like they were towards the other 2 managers.

But, to be honest, you wouldn't have it any other way.

Aoba Johsai/Seijoh (Height: 179cm) -

You were a 2nd Year, in Class 6.

You sit right beside the sweet Libero for the Volleyball Team, Shinji Watari.

He was pretty surprised about your height, he wasn't short in anyway, being 171cm, but he could feel shorter beside your 179cm self.

You both were "seatmates" since the first day of 2nd year, and just clicked as friends.

After the volleyball team's practice match against Karasuno, Shinji constantly heard his captain commenting something about Karasuno's Manager and Seijoh's Lack of one.

So, one day, while both of you were quietly eating during lunch, he asked you the infamous question;

"(Y/N)-chan, do you have a club yet?"

"Hum? No, my last club was full this time."

"Would you like to join our club as a manager?"

To say you were surprised was an understatement, but you still agreed about it.

After school, you found yourself a bit nervous, you knew their volleyball team was strong and a powerhouse, so a small wave of anxiety filled you but Shinji was quick to calm down your nerves.

Arriving at the Gym, you took quick notice or the spacious place and all the players around, who seemed to be doing their own things.

The coaches already knew why you were there for, so he called out all of his team players, who were quick to notice the pretty girl standing besides their Libero.

The Third Years all had different reactions, and it kinda shocked you: Oikawa was the first one, greeting you with a sweet smile and also a wink, that took you by surprise, but a ball on his head was enough to make him drop the "flirtatious boy" act. Iwaizumi was the next one, the one who gave you a proper welcoming, glaring down at his captain. Matsukawa and Hanamaki, however, instead of introducing themselves first, their first reaction was compare you and the Ace height, while holding a bit of laugh, this making Iwaizumi angry and you a bit surprised.

Yahaba was another one who tried to flirt, but just looking at your sweet smile was enough to make the boy weak and stutter a bit before recovering his posture.

Kyotani completely ignored you, at first, but was forced by a certain Setter (read: Yahaba) to be kind and introduce himself. However, instead of the introduction, his first reaction was to ask how did you get this tall, boy was genuinely curious. Also, you were 0.2cm taller than him, he was insistent to know the "truth".

The First Year also had unique reactions: While Kindaichi was bit red on his face while staring at you, Kunimi were just staring uninterested and kinda tired from all his training, that didn't stop him from being kind to you when you first introduced yourself.

Needless to say, they all accepted you pretty fast as they first manager. Iwaizumi was quick to teach you how to throw a ball at your captain's head. Matsukawa and Hanamaki were also quick to put you in their group chat, where they would post random memes.

Now its a routine for you, Shinji and the other two 2nd years to have lunch together.

Also, the next time Seijoh went against Karasuno, Oikawa was fast to brag about you, as their manager, to his precious kouhai, who was utterly confused about the situation.

Shiratorizawa (Height: 175cm) -

You were a 2nd year, in class 5.

Now this one is a bit different, you and Taichi were close friends before High School, meeting each other in middle school and it kinda just clicked as best friends.

This one, instead of Taichi calling you, you were the one to initiate the conversation. The main problem was the coach, who highly believed you would be a distraction for the boys.

It took some while to convince the coach, to even have the thought of giving you a chance, but seeing how some of them were alreayd distracting themselves with filling bottles and other stuff, instead of training was enough to make him agree.

So, one day, after school you found yourself standing on the doors, staring a bit dreamily around the gym and noticing the team players.

Look, you aren't short in the slightest, but being around this team makes you feel tiny. Their shortest members are around 174cm, for god's sake.

Taichi was the first one to notice you, jogging, mid training, to talk to you, and this quickly caught the attention of his teammates.

"Could this be? Taichi's girlfriend?~"

"Tendou, I don't think we should be meddling with our kouhai's love life."

"Are you telling me you aren't also curious Semi-Semi?"

"..."

Be glad the Coach was busy that time.

Anyway, while the third years talked like you weren't there, Taichi was quick to introduce you to his teammates.

First person you met was Goshiki, he seemed a bit nervous and serious around you, but still did a fast introduction and talking about how he was going to be Shiratorizawa's Next Ace, to which you just smiled brightly and agreed with him. Kai and Yusho, the next ones, were a bit in the back, but you still greeted both of them in a friendly manner, making a small blue appear at their face.

Shirabu, seemed a bit annoyed since you were 0.2cm taller than him, but was quickly subdued since you were really friendly to him. He seemed indifferent, but having someone sweet yet not overwhelming was good for his soul.

Then, you get the 3rd years. Hayato was the first upperclasmen to greet you, making a small joke about you being taller to him, which made you giggle a bit. Reon were also really sweet with you and promised to help you around the gym whenever needed, although you couldn't take his offer.

Semi was a bit more quiet about it, but he was glad to have a manager to help with certain 'trivial' things, since he was one of the main 'workers' there. If you like music, he would be quick to recommend multiple songs for your playlist.

Tendou was the sweetest one, instead of just a normal greeting, he would go directly for a quick hug; If you were uncomfortable with the situation, he would be quick to break from the hug and apologize, giving a proper introduction. If you were to return his hug, you are now officially adopted by him, that's it.

Ushijima was a bit more complicated. While he was staring you down, he introduced himself and welcoming you to the team officially. He seemed a bit blunt, but you were quick to notice that this wasn't in a malicious way. So you took his encouragement and tips to heart whenever doing your managerial work.

In all fairness, this team would act like they didn't need a manager first but with you there, their tactics were more calculated and they stuff was more organized, so they were pretty happy with you there.

Also, when you first met Oikawa, he was exteemely annoyed at the fact that Shiratorizawa had a manager before him. Ushijima was quick to throw his famous infamous catchphrase, annoying the setter even more.

Fukurodani (Height: 180cm) -

You are a first year, but this time, you didn't share class with anyone else on the team.

You trial as Manager was one of an accident.

You were walking around the schoolz trying to evade as many people as possible, you accidentally bumped into one of the volleyball managers, who seemed to be in a hurry, with you both falling to the ground.

Before you could even say anything, she quickly got up and apologize, picking up some papers she scattered around and then running away. What she failed to notice was one last paper laying beside you.

"Volleyball Trial Manager Sheet".

While in class now, you stared at the paper, a bit curious about it. You knew the volleyball team had alreayd 2 managers, so they wouldn't really need another one right? But you also remembered that they were both 3rd years and this was their last year, what if the team doesn't have another manager?

These thought plagued in your mind for the entire day and took one of your parents to convince you to finally join it.

The next day, you decided to join during morning practice, rapidly noticing they were in a rally, so you just stayed at the door, trying not to disturb the team. But a hand on your shoulder made you turn around, noticing the Coach with a small smile.

He then entered the gym, clapling to get his students attention, which was a success but their attention was fast towards you. You introduced yourself kinda nervous about the sittuation but still holding your place.

Yukie and Kaori were the first to go to you. They were really happy to have another manager with them, and kept complimenting your height, which made you a bit bashed.

The first years were a bit in shock about your height. Anahori was a bit intimated but curious, but he also hold onto his comments to himself, scared that it could offend you in any way, to which you quickly denied, saying you didn't mind. Onaga was also surprised, he didn't have to look down too much to talk to you and that was a relief for his neck. He was also happy you didn't mess his name like his classmates.

Komi and Konoha were a bit in shock, their new manager was taller than them in unique levels, but they were really gentle with their greetings even joking a bit about stealing your height to play.

Sarukui was one of the calm ones, he was kinda surprised about looking at you in the eyes without bending his neck, but nonetheless he was happy about having another manager happy. He was also grateful about you not commenting on his mouth unnecessarily, that has happened way too much.

Washio was somewhat indifferent about it. He was surprised a bit but didn't have anything to comment much, since he knew height was something uncontrollable. As being a manager, he was glad to see the team would have someone trustworthy as their manager for two more years when the other 2 graduates.

Now, here comes the complicated part. Bokuto for you was an enigma, he was blunt about his question and commentaries about your height, but you knew there was no ill intent in his words. But after it cooled down, he was fast to ask you about volleyball and what you knew.

When you first found out about his Emo Modd, you were taken aback, since how could someone lively be so quiet?

Akasshi, the sweet boy he is, thanked you a lot almost daily, since your praises were quick to take Bokuto out of his Emo Mode, thus taking a lot of stress out of him. He was also the most helpful one, he would always take the boxes from you hand, yadda, yadda.

Overall, Fukurodani were pretty shocked about your height but these sweet boys were nothing but sweet.

Also, Bokuto bragged about you being a Manager to his cat friend, who at first thought was a lie but was quickly shut off by your tall stature cheering for Bokuto.

[an0ther1]

Two Is Always Better Than One pt.2

Leah x Alessia

A/N: This is the “2nd” chapter of a 3 part short series I have on AO3. Thanks for all the dog name suggestions.

“LEE! LEAH! Swear I need to put a tracking device on you in this house.” Leah could hear from down the hall.

“In the study, love.” Leah was setting up their football photos throughout the room. They had been in the house for 3 weeks now. They had some custom built-ins made for the study and painted a few rooms before all their furniture and personal items were moved in. They still had a few things to unpack.

“That Martha woman got back to me!” Alessia started before she crossed the threshold. When she entered the room and saw the confusion on Leah’s face she continued. “The lady with the foster puppies the shelter told us about. Remember, the shelter we went to on Tuesday told us about those puppies that had been found by the pond in London Colney, they nicknamed them the Gooners.”

“OH YEAH!”

“Want to go meet them?”

“Right now?” Leah was still on the step ladder trying to hang an enlarged print of Alessia’s back heel goal against Sweden.

“YES! Before someone else takes the puppy that is meant to be with us!” Alessia smacked her hands against her thighs like a child that was utterly frustrated with having to explain themselves. However this was the first time they had talked about this litter of foster puppies aside from the initial mention of them at the shelter. “You promised me I could have a dog.” Alessia whined.

Leah finally got the picture on the hook in the wall and straightened before descending the small ladder. “Of course we can go see them.”

“YEAH?”

“Yes beautiful” Leah walked over and dropped a kiss to the top of Alessia’s head. “Let me just change my shirt.”

Alessia squealed. “I’ll get the keys and meet you in the car!” Then she was off down the hall, leaving Leah just standing there.

“Never again.” Leah muttered to herself.

15 minutes later they were in a village a stones throw from the training center. “These puppies are Gooners born and raised. One of them is definitely ours!” Alessia bounced in the passenger seat as Leah pulled the car over in front of a small white cottage. She had the door open before Leah even got the engine shut off. The defender could only laugh at her girlfriend's excitement. Alessia at least waited for Leah to catch up before she knocked on the door.

A few puppies could be heard yapping behind the door as well as a woman trying to calm them down. “Saka, get off of Declan. Leah! No, stop pushing Kai around. Little, get a handle on your team.”

Leah and Alessia just looked at each other. The door opened a moment later to reveal an older woman with dark hair that was graying around her face. She had her head turned back towards the dogs in the house when she first greeted the couple. “Hello, sorry for all the yapping. But trying to control 10 pups is-” She stopped mid sentence when she finally turned to face the blondes. “Bloody hell, you’re Alessia Russo and Leah Williamson.”

“That’s us!” Alessia said cherrily. “I emailed you about meeting the foster pups.”

“Really?”

Alessia glanced over at Leah for a moment. “Ah, yeah. I mean, are you Martha?”

“I am.”

“Then I do believe you were the one I was emailing with.”

“Oh. Yes, yes. Sorry. I just. You’re Alessia Russo.��� The women then turned to Leah. “And your-” The woman shook her head. “Sorry, I just can’t believe that you two are standing at my door. And clearly my manners have completely left me. Come in. Please.” The woman stood back in the entryway to allow the footballers in. “I have 2 real life Gunners here to meet my Gooners.”

Leah laughed. “It would seem that way. And thank you for letting us come meet them.”

“Oh yes, of course. So, umm.” The woman pointed towards a couch in the living room. “Please have a seat there, or on the floor if you like. So yeah, I’m Martha.”

“Hello Martha. So did you say you have 10 puppies right now?” Leah asked.

“Yes. There are the 6 Gooners that were found near the pond. And then I have 4 others from a pregnant foster I took in. They were born about a week before I took the pups. Since no mother was found with the Gooners, Emilia stepped up and took the 6 in with her own. She’s in the garden right now having a bit of a break.” Martha smiled.

“I thought I heard you say a few names as you came to the door?” Alessia lowered herself onto the floor in front of the couch, which got the attention of several puppies who came bounding over to inspect the new person.

“Oh yes.” Martha chuckled. “All of the pups are named after players. So that one there is Kaka, and that’s Kai. The blonde one is Leah.”

Alessia scooped that one up first. “Well don’t you have the perfect name, pretty girl.” She cooed.

“The one with the long skinny legs is Stina. The dark one is Declan. And then,” Martha looked around the room and continued pointing and naming pups as she saw them. “There is Frida, Foxy, and Victoria.”

“I thought I heard you say Little, and that’s only 8.” Leah pointed out just as there was a crashing sound from somewhere in the house.

The older woman huffed. “That would be McCabe. And I’m sure Little is right behind her trying to get her to stop whatever mischief she has gotten herself into. I’ll be right back.” She headed out of the room.

“She can’t be serious.” Leah said quietly.

“Oh I can’t wait to tell the girls about this.” Alessia said as she rubbed the bellies of 2 of the pups.

A moment later Martha returned with a dog under each arm. A black one who was squirming in an attempt to escape, and a caramel colored one who seemed satisfied the other one had been captured. “These two, are Little and McCabe.”

“Do we need to ask which is which?” Leah chuckled.

“Your guess will be correct, I promise you.” The woman laughed as she set them both down.

McCabe shook like she had just gotten out of a bath before realizing there was someone new sitting on the floor and taking off like a tiny rocket. She barrelled through 2 other puppies before slamming into Alessia at full speed. “You are true to the namesake I see.” Alessia said as she picked the puppy up.

Little sat in the middle of the room for a moment, watching and observing all the other dogs before she seemed to decide everyone was where they should be and wandering over to Leah. She sniffed the defender's outstretched hand before sitting up on her hind legs to be picked up. “Well aren’t you a well mannered little thing.”

“She is definitely the responsible one of the bunch. We think she was the one that kept all the puppies together at the pond as she always seems to be rounding them up and checking on everyone. And then that one.” Martha pointed at McCabe. “Well her and Little are now connected at the hip because she’s always getting into something and Little is always trying to pull her back. Which is funny because McCabe is not one of the 6 Gooners.”

“Yeah, McCabe seems a bit bigger. But she’s younger, yeah?” Alessia asked.

“That’s correct. But, Little is her keeper. So much so that I’m hopeful they’ll find a home together.”

“Awe, aren’t you a sweet one.” Leah had Little on her back in her lap rubbing her chest. “Any idea what they are? Like breeds? They’re all kind of small”

“Well Emilia is part Dachshund. But she is mixed with something a bit heftier too, like a corgi maybe. And then I would guess the Gooners are Dachshund as well, but mixed with something smaller like another terrier. They have rounder snouts too.”

McCabe started getting feisty in Alessia’s lap and immediately Little rolled over from her relaxed position in Leah’s lap and jumped to the floor. She snipped lightly at McCabe’s ear causing the black pup to stop immediately.

“See. Little runs things.”

Alessia was giggling as she picked up McCabe close to her face. “At least you listen to your captain.” The puppy began squireming wildly until the footballer set her down, before taking off across the room full speed, Little hot on her heels. “Those two are adorable.” Alessia began calling over the other puppies who were happy to gain the blonde's attention.

Without a puppy in her own lap Leah pulled out her phone and began taking photos of her girlfriend with several of the pups in her lap, a bright smile on her face. She took several more photos over the next 20 minutes while Alessia rolled around on the floor with the dogs. Every so often you could hear a small bark from across the room and then McCabe would wander back to the middle of the room under Little’s watchful eye. And each time Little seemed satisfied that McCabe was going to stay with the group, the caramel colored pup sat itself at Leah’s feet.

“Kindred spirits it would seem.” Alessia said after the 3rd time.

Leah leaned down and rubbed the dog's ear, causing Little to slump over into her leg. “So it would seem.” She smiled softly.

Slowly one by one the puppies started to lose momentum and began curling up together throughout the room. Little was still settled next to Leah’s feet when McCabe came over and nudged the other dog. When she got no reaction, she crawled up into Alessia’s lap just above Little and plopped down.

Martha smiled at the footballers. “Looks like they’ve taken a liking to you.”

Alessia leaned her head back against the couch looking up at Leah. The look in her eye told Leah everything the younger woman was thinking before she even said anything. “You know, two is always better than one.”

“Is that so?” Leah smirked.

“One is so lonely.” Alessia pouted.

“I spend enough time yelling at McCabe as is.” Leah paused. “We are not keeping that name.”

“REALLY?!” Alessia squealed, waking several of the puppies. All except McCabe it seemed. “Martha, if we wanted to make these 2 ours?” She turned to the older woman.

“I would expect regular Instagram uploads to see how they are doing.” The woman smiled. “This is a private foster situation, so there really isn’t any paperwork or anything to be done if that’s what you’re asking. There are just some questions I like to ask.”

“Fire away!” Alessia hugged a sleeping McCabe to her chest.

“Do you have a fenced yard?”

“Yup! A big one! With lots of things to explore.” Alessia answered.

“Do you have a vet lined up?”

“Beth and Viv said they would give us the information for their vet. Said they highly recommend them. Especially for puppies.” Alessia played with the still sleeping dogs' ears.

“Wonderful. You two do travel. Do you have care lined up for when you are away?”

“We have several people willing to stay at the house with them.” Leah answered.

Martha took a deep breath and exhaled. “Well then. After seeing the four of you together, if you would like to take those babies home with you, I think you would be a great fit for them.”

Alessia spun around on the floor with McCabe in her arms, bright blue eyes looking at Leah. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Leah bent down and picked up the sleeping puppy at her feet. Little only opened her eyes slightly, clearly not caring about being handled. “You want to come with us and keep an eye on that little bugga for good? Hmm?”

Martha stood up. “Well then, let me get their things. They each have a toy and blanket. I’ll also give you a bag of the kibble they currently eat. You can keep them on the same brand or change it. You’ll just want to mix this one with whatever you get to help ease their body into the change. And then I have quick info care sheet.” The woman exited the room.

“Are we really taking them home Lee?”

“Yeah Lessi.”

Alessia rose up from the floor to sit on the couch next to Leah. “Thank you, Leah.” She kissed the other blonde softly. “I love you.”

“And I love you.” Leah smiled as she leaned in for another kiss. “I did promise we would get a dog when we had a home with a garden, and I keep my promises.”

“That you do.”

“Alright. Here we are.” Martha reentered the room. “These belong to Little.” She held up a gray blanket and stuffed rabbit. “And these belong to McCabe.” She held up a red blanket and. . .

“Is that a shin pad?” Leah asked with a twisted face.

“It is. I honestly have no idea where it came from. Might be an old thing that belonged to one of my boys that she pulled from a closet.” She shrugged. “But as you can see from the teeth marks, she loves it.”

“She is going to need a new name before we introduce her to any of the girls.” Leah shook her head.

“Do we? It just seems to fit so well.” Alessia whined.

Leah leveled her with a glare.

“Fine.” Alessia rolled her eyes. “Martha, do you take donations or anything to help take care of these little ones or other fosters.”

“I personally don’t. I’m fortunate enough to be able to have a few fosters at once and manage. But if you would like, please donate to the shelter that sent you my way. They’re the ones that need the most help.”

“I will do that then.” Alessia smiled. “Alright McCabe. Are you ready to go see your new home? How about you, Little?” She scratched behind the ear of the pup in Leah’s lap before standing up with McCabe in her arms. Leah followed suit with Little in her arms.

Martha handed the items for each puppy to the footballer that was holding them. She leaned in and placed a kiss on top of each dog's head. “You behave.” She said to McCabe. “And keep her out of trouble.” She said to Little. “Right. I’ll get the door.”

Leah and Alessia followed Martha to the door. “Thank you so much Martha. It was a pleasure meeting you. And we’ll be sure to post plenty of pictures to keep you updated.” Alessia started.

“Yes, thank you very much.” Leah echoed.

“I can’t wait to see the official announcement with the names you pick.” Martha opened the door. “It was lovely meeting you both. Take care.” She remained on the porch and waved as the couple drove away.

On the way home, they made a stop at the pet shop for essential supplies. Mostly. They got a playpen to help contain the pups in the kitchen, or outside until they were a bit bigger, pee pads, puppy training treats, collars, harnesses and leads, and half the toy aisle. Alessia wanted to let the dogs have anything they picked. So every single toy that McCabe picked up and thrashed about went into the trolly. Little had picked up a single toy and carried it throughout the entire shop and car park as she sat in the trolly.

“We should have got that carrier that holds the dog to your chest like a baby.” Leah said as she held tightly to a wiggling puppy. “McCabe, seriously.”

“Here.” Alessia grabbed one of the toys they had purchased and handed it to Leah, which was swiftly snatched by the black pup who began thrashing in the defender's arms. “Calm down Stitch.”

Leah stopped walking. Alessia stopped the trolly a few steps later, turning back to her girlfriend. “What?” The striker asked over her shoulder.

“McCabe is Stitch. And Little is Lilo.” Leah looked at each pup as she said the names.

Alessia looked between the dogs and Leah. “Oh my gawd, Le! They are!” She scooped the caramel colored puppy out of the trolly. “What do you think Little? Hmm? I think Lilo would be a perfect name for you. And she.” She turned towards Leah and the other pup. “Is definitely Stitch.” Alessia took a few steps to Leah. “Lilo and Stitch, yeah?”

“Lilo and Stitch.”

Alessia gave Leah a quick kiss. “Come on. Let’s get the car loaded.”

The couple continued through the car park and loaded their items into the boot. Each pup still holding on to a toy. When they were settled into their seats, Alessia pulled out her phone. “Hold Stitch for a sec, Le. I want to send a pic to the girls.”

StarGirl23: jpeg.

StarGirl23: Anyone want to come over and meet Lilo and Stitch?

[mariariley]

Reaching out

Simon Riley x reader

2nd person

feminine terms such as: sweetheart, love, girl

reader is Simon’s s/o

WARNING: eating disorder

Word count: 1k

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Food makes me sick and gives me fear that I will ruin my body. I feel guilt every time I eat. My appetite keeps getting worse. I’m writing this on the behalf of all people out there who are struggling with the same problem hence I’m writing in 2nd person. I chose Simon for this because he represents great comfort for me.

Additional inspiration by @saintship 🖤

Every time he lays his eyes on you it seems as if you’re getting thinner. Every time he holds you he fears he’s going to snap you in half. Your wrists and ankles appear thinner as your cheeks are starting to stick to your teeth, exposing your paper cutting cheekbones. The color of your skin had a lack of necessary vitamins and minerals written all over it.

When he’d trace his hand over your back he could count every vertebra in your spine, as well as you ribs. When he’d kiss your collarbones he’d notice how unnervingly exposed they’ve gotten.

He’d notice how you’d try to hide it with wearing his clothes more often.

You wouldn’t talk to him. You wouldn’t tell him anything. You didn’t want to be a burden.

“‘ere ya go, luv.” he said as he served your favorite mug filled with warm tea he’s just made, sitting his heavy body at the kitchen table diagonally from you.

You thanked him quietly as your sleepy body was still trying to adapt to the gloomy morning you had to face. His casual black t-shirt that you often sleep in protecting your tormented body from the light cool breeze of the slightly open window behind you.

“Look at me, luv.” his voice dipped in a barrel with “serious” written all over it.

You wouldn’t lift your heavy head. You wouldn’t speak. You’d just keep drinking your tea.

“Sweethear’, please, look at me.” he adjusted in his seat, leaning closer to you with his elbows on his knees. His gloved hands and a gently ticking watch around his wrist that would fill in the gaps of silence meeting your bowed gaze.

You wouldn’t lift your head. You wouldn’t speak. You’d just keep drinking your tea.

“Y/N.” your name being coated by his raspy voice coming from his smoker cords and rough accent from suburban Manchester made your empty stomach ache even more. His tone calm though. As if he was trying not to scare a hopeless wounded animal sitting before him.

You wouldn’t lift your head. You wouldn’t speak. You’d just keep drinking your tea.

“I am many things but oblivious is not one of ‘em. You need to talk to me, luv. You need to tell me what’s bothering you.” he said as you’d feel his gaze piercing through you.

“There’s nothing wrong with reaching out, luv, you know that?”

You wouldn’t lift your head. You wouldn’t speak. You’d just keep drinking your tea.

“You need to eat. You cannot live with a cuppa and a single biscuit hoping those liters and liters of water you’ve been drinking day after day will ease the hunger.” the amount of reality he was pouring into your brain was almost making your tears come out of your stomach instead of your eyes.

But you wouldn’t lift your head. You wouldn’t speak. You’d just keep drinking your tea.

Which would slam a thick nail into his stone cold heart.

“Listen to me carefully now. There’s two sandwiches in the fridge, ham and peanut butter jelly. You will have a glass of milk with that. For lunch I’ve made the British classic, fish and chips. We will ignore the fact I am not capable of making anything else.” he threw a little joke in there which pulled your lips into a tiny smile and made your gaze finally lift up.

Your sweet eyes met his. You couldn’t see the smile of relief under his mask but his cheeks lightly scrunching underneath his eyes was telling you enough.

“That’s my good gal.” he said before his tall broad figure with a dark aura stood in front of you, looking down at you.

“I will be back before six. I don’t want to see a single crumb on the plates when I get back. Do I make myself clear, soldier?” so he wouldn’t make it sound hoarse and aggressive, he made it entertaining for you.

“Copy loud and clear, lieutenant.” finally he got feedback from you.

“Good.” he said as he leaned to plant a soft kiss on your temple, placing his hand on the back of your head. He was looking down at you for a couple of seconds filled with comforting silence. All that you could hear is his loud inhales that were coming through the dark fabric of his mask. All that you could feel is his hand soothingly stroking your head.

“You willingly did all this for me…?” you asked.

“Shhh. Don’t speak.” he said almost through a whisper before he lifted his mask merely to reveal his mouth. He slowly leaned and planted a petal soft yet long kiss onto your forehead as he closed his heavy eye lids.

You thickly swallowed the urge to burst into tears on his lightly equipped gear he prepared for today’s short mission. Your mouth danced along with your eyebrows as a singular tear tickled its way down your cheek and along your jawline before Simon’s glove caught it.

He gently lifted your head farther up by the chin, holding painful yet soothing eye contact.

“Promise me you will do it.”

“Simon, I-“

“Promise me.”

“I will…” you said as a deep sharp breath scratched your lungs.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“I promise.”

“That’s my sweet gal. You know how to make me proud, don’t you?” he kept tickling your heart with praises and encouragement as he very carefully tucked some of your hair behind your ear.

The last thing you felt was a gentle stroke of his bare thumb on your cheek as the rest of his gloved hand nicely warmed it up.

“Can you buy me those chocolate chip cookies I like on your way back? And some gummies perhaps…” your voice toned down with each word you’d barely muster.

What you said made a light chuckle escape Simon’s chest as the sound of his heavy boots thumping on the old creaking floor was making its way to the front door.

“Duly noted.” was the last thing you heard from him before the sound of the heavy door closing greeted him out, pulling the air from the window and making it whistle its way across your mug as the herb scented steam danced along.

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[hulkscannibal]

: ̗̀➛ the las vegas gp has come to an end, and im here to drop my analysis on the race!! ill leave it below the cut (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و

word count : 549

i don’t even know where to start. though the race seemed overall boring, i found it extremely interesting, hence why i stayed up till 2am hah! the first thing i want to point out was the mini fight between magnussen and lawson that went on around lap 5 (?). what an interesting little battle to see!! it was nice to see kevin put up a fight again after underperforming in his car for some time now. i believe there was some incidents that were noted, but turned out fine for the both of them. though i do believe that kevin isn’t performing well, these are his last three races and i think he’s just trying to enjoy what little time he actually has left in formula1 before his retirement. on the topic of haas, let’s talk about nico. he performed absolutely amazingly (well, at least compared to kevin). he started the race in 9th after a quote on quote heroic qualifying. in the first 15 laps of the race, he had climbed his way up to 3rd and then to fourth, before pitting and moving down to 15th. he managed to scrape his way all the back up to 8th and score some amazing points for haas, putting them 6th in the constructors championship again. that’s a few million dollars for them, meaning we can hope for some good things for the car for ollie. another thing that caught my eye was pierre’s car failure, where he had to retire from the race after qualifying third. personally, i felt really bad for pierre, even though i wasn’t particularly rooting for him. he left us with a very sad radio. (“aw man”). it’s crazy to say that he wasn’t the first person in this race to do so. well, maybe not in the race, but lance stroll faced the same issues in free practice, but returned for the race. on the topic of returning to the race.. was that the right call for franco colapinto? he had hit the barrier with 50g. that’s a lot. say he’s 70kg, then that’s 3500kg right on the side of his body. this is only 1g less than verstappens silver stone crash, which he complained about the pain from for days later. if you seen the aftermath of the crash, you can see how much franco moved the CONCRETE wall. i don’t know, but i think that williams is more worried about him driving then his health. i hope this is more looked into. seeing max win the championship was truly so life changing. he put in all the work and this season has been his best performance out of all the years he’s one the championship. he’s now apart of a club of only six drivers to win 4 or more championships as he did. finally, i want to talk about the ferrari dilemma. sainz had made the podium, leclerc not, even after spending a lot of the race in 2nd place behind russell. he seemed to be very upset with the team, claiming that everytime he tries to be nice, it never works out for him and backfires. ferrari told charles that sainz would not overtake while sainz was literally pressing and then overtaking. of course it wasn’t carlos’ fault, more the teams.

this concludes my rambling unless anyone wants me to elaborate on a specific part (question box is open!!) thanks for readingggg (• ε •)

[invivoinsomnium]

I have found myself drawn to three scenes and honestly, I would hope to see more like them...

1st. The ultrasound scene in Immaculate, not the beginning one but the last one when she is being held prisoner, is bed ridden and clearly full term. I wish that they had used the "delivery" room we were introduced to when she was branded. I would have liked to have seen either a natural birth or c-section. I know we were given one but I'd have liked more focus on it and not just seen her face.

2nd. Technically two scenes, the belly expansion and c-section in The First Omen, usually I'm not a fan of belly expansions but this one has me hooked.

Admittedly, I would have enjoyed to have seen a natural birth like we did earlier in the film, seeing her wheeled into a medical room instead of a dark stone chamber. Still, the facial expression were spot on in the c-section scene, you could feel the panic.

3rd. The forced artificial insemination scene from The Devil's Conspiracy. I love how its more medical though the artificial insemination scene from breeder is a little more detail so it would have been nice to maybe have a close up of the ultrasound machine. I do like how the movie had an ultrasound and birth scene though in itself it was short, could have been made longer in my opinion and preferably in a medical setting.

A few mentions which I do find myself watching over and over again; the birth scenes from The Mayfair Witches and Dead Night. I also like the ending scene from Anthropogus II

[faun-the-fawn77]

hello lovely!! i was scrolling through x reader (as girlhood demands in the middle of the night) and i was hoping i could do smth about your empty hp!masterlist!! leaving everything up to you but i would love love love a soft!tom riddle fic with slytherin f/gn!reader (whichever you're comfortable with!!) maybe in 2nd ppov but that's personal preference 😭😭 thank you!! have a lovely day 💐💌

"𝓕𝓞𝓡 𝓨𝓞𝓤"

Soft!Tom Riddle x F!Slytherin!Reader

Genre: SO MUCH FLUFF!!!!

Word Count: 765

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, Tom being OOC but that's okay.

Desc: Despite being strict towards other house students for breaking curfew, Tom just can't seem to apply the same rules to his girlfriend when she wants to sit and watch the stars by the Black Lake. A comfortable silence soon broken by the soft voice of his Slytherin Princess with questions about the future.

Notes: AHHH MY FIRST REQ/FIC OUTSIDE OF HELLAVERSE STUFF!!! Now, please don't come after me if make Tom OOC. I'm going to try my damndest to make him...him? And if you don't know, most of my fic titles are based off a song that either inspired this or was something that fit the vibe. I was listening to "For You" by Angus and Julia Stone and it just spoke to me. I love this song and if you happen to know what show it's from then please be my friend:( I need some to talk to about it.

Note 2: So....I got this request forever ago and I just now got around to completing it(work is kicking my ass) and I thought: Why not work on some things while sick? So here we are! I wanted to finish this req cause I have been feeling SOOOOO guilty for not completing upon receiving but I have done it! I guess my req's will take time to come out since I work 5-6 days a week:( But I get them done!

Waiting for Tom to come back from Head Boy duties was like watching paint dry. He was always meticulous about the things he did.

You sat by the vibrant green fire of the fireplace in the Slytherin common room with an abandoned book next to you. Your (E/C) eyes lit by the fire, were staring out into space as you thought about what to say to convince Tom to sneak you to the Black Lake.

Despite the fact that it was lightly raining outside, you had wanted to go outside. Certain thoughts about the future have been racing through your mind for the last few months. You and Tom were in your last year of school before being thrust into the lives of adults. Job interviews will take up your time along with apartment/house hunting. Did you want to go back to America? Do you want to travel first? So many questions and all of them you had to discuss with your stoic and unmovable boyfriend.

The entrance to the Slytherin chamber scraped open and a quiet set of footsteps walked up to you. Tom was usually (Or unusually) as quiet as a mouse when moving about the castle but when he knew you were awake then he'd be a bit more loud to notify you of his presence which you greatly appreciated.

"Is it raining cats and dogs or is it light enough to sit out by the lake?" Tom turned to you with curiosity swirling in his dark eyes.

"Sprinkling. Why on Earth would you want to sit out in the rain anyway?" You turned your body to face him and grabbed one of his cold hands.

"I have a few things to ask you but I am sure that we have a few pests lingering about this late in the evening." Tom turned to look but you raised a hand to his cheek to guide his eyes back to you.

"We'll talk about that later but for now, show me the way, Head boy," you cheekily smiled and stood up brushing the little dust that clung to your skirt. Tom stood as well and led you out the chamber and down the halls that he knew had less activity.

"Reminds me of home, you know?" You murmured while looking up at the moon with the light rain sprinkling down on your head. Tom knew where you used to live and that being transferred to Hogwarts took its toll on you considering you came in halfway through 4th year. You always talk about Alaska and how beautiful it was. You wanted to travel with Tom through your state starting with your home town and going from there.

"Are you leaving when we graduate?" The look Tom had given you after asking broke your heart. You knew his financial situation, how hard it is to get through with just a pocketful of change to last the school year.

"I want to go home, but I'll only go if you come with," Tom opened his mouth to protest when you clasped a hand over it, "And I will pay. I want to show you where I grew up. And we'll give you more happy memories so you can work on conjuring up that corporeal patronus!"

Tom gently removed your hand from his mouth. His face was blank but you could see the different emotions flickering in his eyes. You pulled him into a hug, resting your chin on his shoulder and whispered into his ear, "You will always hold a special place in my heart, Tom. If you wish to stay here and pursue a job at the castle, then I won't stop you. You are welcome to join me for the year I go and travel Alaska so when I come back here I'll remember my home forever."

Tom squeezed your waist a bit tighter, like he didn't want to let you go or like he was going to lose you. You knew he was dabbling in dark magic. You have tried everything to get him to stop without him knowing the you knew. Maybe travelling for a bit will help? Or if you guide him in the right directions that he'll completely abandon it altogether.

What you didn't expect was Tom to agree to come with you.

"You're the brightest star in my universe. I love you with all of my heart and I will love you till death do us part. My star..."

What you didn't know was that Tom was born under the Amortentia potion and while those who are cannot feel love, this was the closest Tom has felt to that feeling and he will never let it slip from his grasp.

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[femoso-seben]

Humanoid Monster

Previous, Next

141 decided to have dinner with the young monsters of the orphanage. The adults were cooking and some of the older children bearded the children into their seats.

“Michael!” The little honey badger screams bitting at the willowy siren who kept singing little taunts to the little girl. “You stink nutty head!”

“Michael,” a dragon roared his wings furrowed out, “stop taunting her.” He commands. Price hadn’t seen this dragon before he looked on the older side, more college-age than middle or high school.

“Who’s that?” Price asks Jezebel.

“Elijah, the third oldest kid that ever enters the orphanage, and the 2nd oldest… ever.” Jezebel hums as the small Hapries climb over her. As a tall girl, they like to jump from her and glide down.

“Who’s the oldest?” Soap asks.

“Her name is Lizzie, she’s a Gorgon and in her residency. She’s going to be a nurse.”

“How did this orphanage start to begin with?” Laswell questions.

“It began with Mother Maia who wanted to keep her pack together. Her werewolves and her daughter. Lobby hard, and it morphs into an Orphanage when one gorgon drops off their deformed baby. Then soon others dropped off their runts.” Jezebel muses.

“Mother!” A new voice shouts. Everyone stops and looks over as a Gorgon walks in in scrubs sunglasses on. Mother Maia walked and the tall Gorgon hugged her.

“My residency is over!” She cheers and jumps up and down, “Since the nurse’s office here is complete I’m applying!” She cheers. Elijah runs up to her hugging her with joy.

“Why not… I don’t know a soldier?” Soap mumbles.

Lizzie looks over and walks straight up to Soap, “Why be around dogs like you?” She loves her sun glass and Soap instantly looks away but stops when he notices her glassy milky eye. She is blind, she can’t turn anything to stone.

Gorgons had a disease, the blindness disease that spread through the clutch. They can still see with the snakes in their head, but it’s still pretty impactful on their life.

“Aren’t clutches that have the blindness disease get squashed?” Soap asks, everyone froze and just stared at him. Elijah looks mad, and he almost storms over. Lizzie put her hand out.

“Yeah and?” Lizzie asks without a second thought. Soap looked around and realize he fucked himself.

“Why aren’t…”

“I dead?” Lizzie asks before smirking. “My mommy,” she said before clinging onto Mother Maia and climbing into her arms. The silence before Elijah also tried to get into her arms the two begin to argue.

Price and Laswell couldn't help but chuckle at the youngsters who were acting like babies, human babies. Mother Maia stood there rigid like a tree. The two were bickering, like they were children again.

In their little territorial dispute and need to dominate and claim Mother Maia’s viel slips off. The crowd gasps and both Lizzie and Elijah scramble to catch her veil and dragged back over her head, right before anyone can see her face.

“Children,” Mother Maia said clipply, “sit and be obedient.” she sternly told them the two got off her and sat down.

Gaz stared at her, she had such control over them it was a tab freaky to him. The small Harpies begin to pull him to their table to eat. Good is brought out shortly. Gaz felt at home, back in his forest for communal dinner.

“Maia,” Laswell spoke up, “can I talk to you in private?”

Mother Maia looks over and nods, “Everyone says your thanks or prayer and you can eat, and don't make a great mess for the janitors,” Mother Maia addresses the room before walking out with Laswell.

——————/\———————

“How did this orphanage start? And when did you get involved?” Price against the entrance and listens in on Laswell’s questions. “This be a great—”

“Publicity stunt?” Mother Maia said softly. She sighs, “… this has gotten out to your world.”

“Yes.” Laswell clears her throat, “We want official words from the orphanage—”

“Why don't you bring in the media so they can see for themselves, I fear you'll twist my words against me.” Mother Maia said calmly, “I can call the media and we can give a public statement.” Laswell eyed her wearily eyes looking to Price.

“I would like that.”

“I believe we can have cameras here by tomorrow or for the day after.” Laswell nods at Mother Maia’s words.

“Will you still answer my question,” Laswell asks.

“I've been Invited since the beginning. I was freshly twenty-one and wanted to keep my family together. The young werewolves would have been forced into the army and I might have lost my daughter. I wanted them near, their family.” Mother Maia begins.

“My first ever orphan was Elijah and then Lizzie. They were dropped off by their parents and soon it spread and all these monsters dropped off their runts, and then I had to contact the government and soon I was funded.” Laswell mods.

“You’re a very, admirable woman.” Laswell smiles and the two re-enter the main building.

——————/\———————

The media crew follows both humans and monsters, they are rather… upset with each other. Though Switzerland gives equal rights to everyone humans and monster still chooses to segregate themselves.

Within Switzerland, Mother Maia is known along with the old wise Abraham. They were usually talked about within the political sphere but the average people knew of them, like a mere rumor.

“Maia,” a monster reporter calls out, “why is this orphanage important to this country?” they ask with a condescending tone.

“We provide over a thousand jobs. We have infant nurses, nurses, nurses in training, then we have the teachers, other orphanage workers, case workers, guards, Janitor, and chief. We give people a normal job after fleeing here.” Mother Maia hums. 141 stands in the background along with a few teenagers.

“Maia,” the human reporter calls out, “do you think it's appropriate for a human to look after monsters and a man-eating dragon looking after human children?”

Mother Maia turns to them and pauses, a silent judgment. “This is called cultural exchange. Humans and Monsters apply to work here. They are expected to work with each other. Here we try not to discriminate.”

“Why haven't any of these kids been adopted?” the monster asks.

141 perked up and moved closer, these kids haven't been adopted? Not a single one?

“The human children are adopted, for every monster child that is adopted around five human children are adopted. It's not that we don't let them be adopted, it's mostly monsters who don't like monsters that aren’t theirs. And those that try, well they are… paramilitaries trying to get more recruiters.” Mother Maia explains.

“Well they get a home—”

“My children aren't going to war, blank period.” Mother Maia straighten up, “Why don't you all interview the children, I'm sure a few of them will talk to you.”

“Do you think it's dangerous to have these monsters near the children?” the human reporter spoke up.

“They are also children. Most of these monsters aren't violent and those that are working on their violent issues—”

“What happens if they attack?”

“This is fear mongering,” Soap mutters angrily.

“Shh,” Laswell shushed them, she wanted to know her next words.

“Hey haven't.”

“So you kill them?”

“No. We don't put down humans or monsters for being violent. That is ridiculous.” Mother Maia walked off before the reporters could say anything.

“Wow, she defended us,” Gaz said a slight sneer in his voice. “I thought she threw us under the bus.”

“She likes her children—”

“She treats them like pets,” Soap sneers and walks after Mother Maia. He wanted to talk to her, and Gaz followed.

“You,” Soap barks grabbing Mother Maia by her dress cuff. “What's your angel?”

“Angel?” she asks. “Are you referring to my stance on humans and monsters?”

“Yeah,” Gaz shifts and folds his arm.

“Human and monster devoid from the divine, humans from angels, monsters from devils—”

“You believe that bullshit?” Soap roars. It's been a long myth of the origin of humans and monsters. Everyone knows that fairytale. It's bullshit to Soap.

“Humans evolved from Monkeys, and we Monsters are divine—”

“Humans are devine to we are made in Angel’s image.”

“You sound delusional—”

“Abraham the oldest known Monster and dragon believes that, and I believe him.” Mother Maia pushed Soap away from her smoothing out her dress and straightening her veil.

“Humans and monsters can live together in harm and there was a time it happened. Both sides can live with harm and when it happens nature will come back.” Soap turns to Gaz with a strange expression.

“You sound—”

“Who are you?” Gaz asks, “Are you a monster?”

Gaz spends a long time reading about the past, all the wars, and negotiations. It fascinated him, and he read all of Abraham’s work and memoirs of the peaceful time.

“I am Mother Maia.”

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