#u know u loved the gazebo

[gothicfairytopia]

“aziraphale was wrong to leave crowley” “aziraphale is wrong to think he can fix heaven” aziraphale is wrong to hate on the sound of music next question

[francisofthespook]

Merry (late depending on your timezone) Christmas y'all ! Heres a little oneshot Christmas gift from me <3

DIY Santa

Summary: Judith drags you along with her to meet Santa, but surprises you when she demands that you also tell Santa what you want for Christmas.

Daryl Dixon x F!Reader

Wordcount: 1,002

Warnings: Some very very slight suggestive dialogue

Authors Note: Thank you all so much for all the love on the works I've posted so far, I really can't explain how much that means to me <33 I have a longer Christmas oneshot I'm working on, but I didn't finish in time like I thought I would :( So I threw together this little oneshot so that I could post something today. Hope u enjoy it, and that all of you had a great day ! <333

(border made by me :) )

You really didn’t understand how Carol had convinced him to do it, but you weren’t complaining. Judith dragged you up the stairs to the small gazebo that sat in the middle of Alexandria and all you could do was bite your lip to keep yourself from laughing. The little girl let go of her grasp on your hand and ran up to Daryl. He was dressed in a ragedy white sweater, red sweatpants, and a red beanie with a cottonball beard attached to it. Carol must have called in a seriously big favor. 

Daryl picked up Judith and plopped her in his lap. The two of you had been waiting in the little line for longer than you would have liked to spend in the cold while listening to all the other children of Alexandria plead with ‘Santa’ about why they really needed a new bike, a barbie doll, or a pony for Christmas. Daryl looked less than pleased, but he surprisingly played along. However, when you and Jude ascended the steps to the dingy setup, Daryl’s expression showed a flicker of change. He bounced Jude on his lap while asking her what she wanted for Christmas. “Mmm, I want a jump rope and rollerskates!” Okay, easy enough… you were beginning to silently thank Carol, as you had been stumped on what to get your little niece. “Ah! Well, I think Santa can work somethin’ out…” Daryl looked to you and gave you a wink. You lowered your head as you chuckled in attempt to hide the heat that was creeping up your cheeks.

“Your turn aunt (Y/N)!!” Judith hopped off Daryl’s lap to grab your arm and drag you towards him. You were shocked at her demand and tried to quickly stutter out an excuse. “Oh honey, I think I’m a little to old for Santa to get me a gift.” You tried to laugh it off while avoiding making eye contact with ‘Santa’. “Nonsense!” Daryl laughed, “Yer never too old for Santa.” He opened his arms gesturing for you to take a seat. There was no hiding the blush now. 

In attempt to shut everyone up before further argument, you reluctantly turned and sat yourself on Daryl’s knee, angling your body slightly towards him. You didn’t know where to put your hands, so you ended up awkwardly resting them on your thighs. Daryl carefully wrapped one arm around the small of your back, his hand slightly gripping your hip while the other gently rested on your knee. His warm touch felt jarring against the chill breeze that was nipping at you. When the two of you met eyes, it suddenly felt like you were underwater. Everything and everyone else around you was drowned out, the soft glow of the warm lights that had been strung around the gazebo backlit his face in a halo. “And what do you want for Christmas Aunt (Y/N)?” He spoke to you in a low whisper. You were frozen in the icy blue of his eyes, unable to speak or move. 

When you didn’t respond, he prompted you with another question, “Well, I guess it depends if you’ve been nice or naughty this year…” Your stillness broke as you bit your lip and finally gave into the blush that nearly covered your whole body at this point. “She’s been nice this year!” Judith interjected from the sidelines. You had forgotten that she was there and quickly turned around to smile at her before returning to Daryl. He leaned in close to your ear and said in a low whisper, “Now tha’s a damn shame”. He pulled back and gave you a smirk. You finally were able to break your silence with a small laugh.

You and Daryl had been playing a dangerous game over the past few years. Always toeing the line, but never crossing it. You told yourself that nothing ever happened because you never had the time or stability to explore your desires, but part of you was just scared that he didn’t really feel the same despite the constant flirting. But something about the way the sun was setting over the walls, the flicker of lights in the gazebo, and the way he was confidently eying you made you take a chance and stick just a toe over the line. This time, you were the one to lean into him and whispered in a quiet sultry voice, “I may have been a good girl this year, but I definitely thought about doing some very naughty things…” before pulling back and giving him a smirk now. 

Your comment had caught poor Daryl so off guard that his mouth hung slightly agape with his eyebrows rising. You paused for a second, shooting him a knowing look. “But maybe since I’ve been so good, I’ll get what I really want this year.” You said in a sly tone and looked up at him through your lashes for a beat. Then, as nonchalantly as possible, you stood up and turned to Judith with a big smile and an outstreatched hand which she gladly grabbed. The two of you sauntered off down the steps, and you made sure your hips swayed in the most seductive way possible. Once the both of you had cleared the gazebo and started walking down the street, you turned back and gave Daryl a smug smile and a wink before turning onto Rick and Michonne’s street. 

Daryl sat back in his chair stunned and glanced at Carol who had been keeping the kids in line occupied. She looked back at him and gave him a small smile while shrugging before turning her attention to the next kid in line and sending him up the stairs. Daryl tried his hardest not to think about the way you looked at him for the rest of his Santa shift. But every time the thought of you sitting on his lap creeped it’s way into his head, his heart rate sped up just a bit.

Again, love you all and hope you had a good day <3 Sending all of y'all lots of love <33333

((((Should I do a part 2 ????))))

[fadingdaggerr]

Hey, I have just read heaven’s gate ( Larissa weems x reader ) and absolutely loved it! Is there any chance for a part two? Thank you x

pearlescent (18+ minors, dni)

pairing: larissa weems x gn!reader

summary: part two of heaven’s gate | 4.5k

includes: lesbians too in love for their own good, fluff

warnings: kissing/making out, sexual innuendo, afab reader (no breasts described for r), smut (fingering (L/r), oral (L), thigh riding (L)) can u tell i like eating pussy

note: first non-melissa post in over a year to bring me back from hiatus. thank u for ur patience. i feel like those wattpad writers that are like “just got out of a coma here’s a fic”

The smooth paving of the highway becomes bumpy and uneven as you pass the final gas station between here and your destination. Every pothole the car jumps over is like a shot of espresso through your aching joints. After the last stop, you promised yourself to drive straight through. Another stop would mean another chance to acknowledge the numbing of your ass after five hours in the car, and with one hour left, you’re not risking it. You really weren’t kidding when you said that teleportation would be much more useful.

Cell service is quickly obsolete as you continue through the woods, scanning the road for any squirrels that may decide that today was the day. Drumming against the steering wheel, you let your mind wander. Maybe coming without telling her is a bad idea, but it also has the potential not to be. She had begged you to drive to her just two days after she left, and you would have, if only your client hadn’t walked in the door. Dueling busy schedules made two months pass like molasses, longing to drop everything and hitchhike if you had to. Would the lack of alerting her put her off? Gods, you hope not.

A sudden shift of turbulent driving to a slight jostle of cobblestone removes you from the swirling doubt in your mind, peeking towards the sign you’re approaching. Green and rusting, white lettering reads: Welcome to Jericho! The Salem of Vermont. You find yourself glad someone took the time to graffiti over the last bit.

Ignoring the anxiety climbing your spine, you keep going, and going, and going, and going, until you finally break through the treeline. Out of nowhere sits the cutest town you think you’ve ever seen, with little brick shops with murals and a gazebo with the remains of New Year’s decor still hanging on. It makes sense why people would want to come here, why she would choose to stay.

In an attempt to not draw more attention than an outsider already gets, let alone an outcast one, you don’t linger on viewing the quaint town of Jericho. There’s better views awaiting you later, at the very castle-like building you can see on the high hill. Looming in a shadow, one that doesn’t extend over the rest of the town, sits Nevermore in all its glory. The corners of your lips turn up into a small smile, the view is nostalgic, bringing back the memories of your time at Byron’s.

The memory brings a reminder to the forefront of your mind, and with cell service restored, now is the best time. Carefully, and without taking your eyes off the road, you navigate to your favorite contacts.

“Hello, my angel!”

You chuckle, “it’s just me.”

“Fuck, nevermind then,” Parker grumbles, “so you’re not there yet?”

“I’m pulling up in a second, just wanted to let you know now before I can’t.”

A characteristic cackle comes from the other end, “gonna jump her bones immediately, I see, I see. Can’t say I blame you, she makes me question things about myself.”

“This is exactly why I called you before getting here,” you chuckle, pulling through the front gates, “but I gotta go now.”

“Yes, yes, go get slutted out, harlot. Just please call me sometime, so I can talk with the love of our lives,” Parker begs.

“I’m telling Max you said that,” you deadpan, hanging up just as you hear a rushed wait!

—☽—

For a town so small minded, from what you’ve been told, you’re more than surprised to find that you are able to walk into Nevermore unnoticed. Some students stand around, talking amongst themselves, but none seem to pay you any mind, likely thinking you’re just another teacher. Using the anonymity to your advantage, you slow your pace, listening in carefully. A gorgon walks by you, the only student at this time that seems to be carrying any school supplies.

You mentally scold yourself for stereotyping her studious behavior before you focus in on her mind. Your consciousness runs through hers, searching through test anxieties and hockey tryout concerns, until you find what you need. The literature wing, I could’ve guessed that. Coming back into your own mind, you’re already speeding up the stairs before your pupils return to their normal size.

Passing another student two stories up, you pray the siren knows which office you need, yet they don’t. Neither do the werewolves or the seer. Do you guys even go to classes? You’re about to give up on the full surprise, headache seeping in from all the mindreading of anxious teenagers. Just before you exit the hallway entirely, you actually look up from your feet, and you mentally smack yourself upside the head for not just reading the plaques on the doors.

With a renewed pep in your step, you keep just shy of running as you read every door. Finally, you reach a door that has a newer plaque compared to neighboring ones, serif font unscathed by age. Professor L. Weems, Department of Literature. Your heart skips a beat at the mere sight of her name. Noticing the door being cracked open, you push it open slightly more, hoping your search ends here.

Hunched over an antique desk, red-framed glasses perched on her nose with a pen spinning between her fingers, she doesn’t seem to notice the attention on her. It’s hard to pry yourself away from watching her, when holding her is seemingly moments away. Pushing the door the rest of the way open, you knock on the doorway with shaking knuckles.

A huff passes scarlet lips as Larissa peers up, a brief, disinterested gaze passing over her features. The pen in her hand stills, falling to the desk with a small clatter. Blue eyes widen as she stares unwaveringly at you. Fidgeting under her gaze, you smile nervously, “was- uh- was looking for professor Weems? Know her, by any chance?”

In no less than a blink, Larissa is rounding her desk at top speeds, crashing into your body as her arms wrap around your neck. Nearly falling into the hall, you just barely keep the two of you up, leaning into her to walk her backwards. One hand grips her waist as the other blindly reaches for the door to shut it, quickly coming back to bury into her hair. Your face tucks into her neck, brushing your nose against her skin, breathing her in.

“You’re here,” Larissa says quietly, disbelieving.

“I’m here,” you mumble against her warm skin, “couldn’t wait any longer.”

A sigh of relief passes plush lips, “and you didn’t think to tell me?”

“Surprise, it’s a noun,” you joke, pressing a soft kiss to the expanse of her neck, relishing in the way she shudders at the contact. There’s no reply except for her arms tightening around you, wordlessly telling you that this surprise is one she likes.

Pulling back from you suddenly, Larissa just stares at you, blue eyes taking in every feature, lingering on your lips before flicking back to your eyes. Your hand moves from her waist to cup her cheek, stroking soft skin that you’d been longing to touch. She takes the invitation, leaning forward to press delicate lips against your own, slow and savoring. Your tongue traces her lips, tasting earl grey and lipstick as she lets you in. No struggle or search for dominance, simply a familiar dance you’d both dearly missed. The hand in her hair stays in place, keeping her close as the other traces her cheekbone and jaw, memorizing the feeling of her skin. Every piece of you missed her, and all of those pieces felt healed the moment her lips touched yours.

Pulling away slowly, both of you keep your eyes closed, simply existing in this moment. It takes a while for either of you to move away, but you feel giddy seeing Larissa’s pink cheeks and smudged lipstick. Your thumb drifts to her lips, wiping away the mess you’ve made, ignoring that you are likely equally covered. Soft lips press into the pad of your thumb, gentle and sweet.

“I cannot believe you’re here,” she whispers into the small space between you, “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you,” you reply at the same volume.

It takes two hours for the halls of Nevermore to empty, students retreating to their rooms or to the quad, finally allowing a chance for the two of you to leave Larissa’s office. Silence seems to come over the school, however frightening it may be when dealing with teenagers, though neither of you mind as you simply exist in the spacious office. After weeks of phone calls that lasted most of the night, quiet amazingly comes easy.

Only a soft hum from the blonde breaks the silence, twisting her wrist to check her watch. Turning towards you slightly, she keeps a soft volume as she speaks, “how would you like a tour?”

“That sounds perfect, I only got to see the foyer and this hall,” you answer, nudging into her shoulder softly. “Was on a mission, I didn’t really get a chance to explore.”

“Sorry about that, but we’re not supposed to have visitors here,” she explains, “the campus has essentially been on lockdown since the nineties.”

You chuckle, reaching a hand out to draw her in. Her fingers slide across your palm before gripping, letting you tug her closer, “in that case, security might be too lax. I got in no problem.”

“You what?” Larissa stiffens, looking at you bewildered.

“I drove right through the gate, walked right in, no one even noticed me,” you chuckle, “just walked on up.”

Her lips purse as she tries to hide the laugh building in her chest, leaning in more, “you read a child’s mind to find me, didn’t you?”

It’s impossible to hide the wry grin on your face, “potentially.”

“Potentially,” she mimics, amused.

—☽—

Nevermore has officially put Byron’s Home to shame.

Every hallway is covered in paintings, Latin engravings littering every shelf, moon phases in different corners. It makes you wish you never set foot in that brick schoolhouse all those years ago. The conservatory alone almost made you weep; crawling vines and shining moonflowers, the feasting venus flytraps, and, your favorite, bleeding hearts. Larissa stands back and watches as your fingers ghost over petals, pressing lightly against the flytraps full belly, all with a deep fascination behind your eyes.

“I can’t believe you have this,” your voice echoes quietly in the room, “it- it’s incredible.”

Her silence throws you, immediately turning. The lost look in her eyes makes you falter, and where your typical instinct is to read, you instead step closer.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, reaching to run your fingers over her knuckles that stay clutching her shirt.

There have been many times where Larissa wished for different abilities, or no abilities at all. Right now, however, she wished for nothing more than your ability. She wished she could reach into your mind and see how you saw the world, how you see the flowers, how you see her. Seeing you now, how you watch her with more reverence than you grant what, in her mind, is a greater beauty, she knows she has a window into the limitless path your consciousness takes.

“Nothing at all. I just have one more place in mind,” she answers, hand lifting to stroke your cheek, lingering against your oddly cool skin. You nod wordlessly, letting your fingers intertwine with hers.

Hand held in Larissa’s, you let her lead you through the halls. She pauses to peak around every corner, terrified the two of you would be caught. Leading forward, more like tugging, she brings you towards a spiraling staircase. Letting her go first, she enters into a massive room, cool but comfortable, dark enough to rely on distanced golden lamps.

Floor to ceiling bookshelves line everywall, the familiar Latin etched into stone and wood alike. Ancient Greek, Cyrillic, and Tamil, first and second editions of texts you thought you’d only ever see inaccurate translations of. Sections of different outcast abilities, poetry from around the world, fables of the inception of different classes. Most have an unfortunate layer of dust over them, long ignored in interest of the clearly loved young adult section.

“You’re really trying to make me jealous,” you say breathily, “this place is incredible.”

“These are my favorite sections,” Larissa admits shyly, “I spend hours of my day here and never see another soul. It’s peaceful.”

“All by your lonesome?” There’s a slight mockery in your tone, “not alone now, are you though?”

Red lips curve into a smile as you step closer to her, fingers grazing up her side, slipping around her back to tug her closer. Hands rise to cup your face, eyes hooded as she takes you in. Pupils blown and lip between your teeth, she doesn’t want to deny herself the view nor the pleasure. Leaning into your space, her nose brushes yours, lips just barely ghosting.

You know she’s teasing, even with closed eyes, you can sense her smile. Tilting, you capture her lips, sighing at the contact. The moment your tongue brushes her bottom lip, a switch in Larissa flips, pushing you back into the shelving behind you. Sliding from your face, her hands grip your waist, clutching with an unnecessary urgency. Meeting her pace, your fingers weave into her updo, pulling hairs loose as you try to keep her closer than she physically can manage.

The muffled boom of a door on the other side of the shelf forces you to jump apart, wide eyes looking at each other like deer in headlights. Cheeks puff as you try not to laugh, Larissa immediately pulls you out of the library, forcing you into a jog as you run towards a different end of the building.

—☽—

Carefully, she guides you upstairs, praying that no other teachers or students are around to see her sneaking someone in. Both of you struggle to keep your giggling in, the juvenile nature of it all making you fluttery.

Coming up to a white door, you see another plaque reading Dormitory Parent. Unlocking the door with a strong wiggle, Larissa motions for you to walk in first, quickly shutting the door behind her and latching it. Leaning against it, she lets out a sigh.

Larissa doesn’t get a chance to move closer before your lips press against hers once more. This time, neither of you waste a second, no longer nerved up by the chance of someone walking in again. Timid brushing of lips is forgone as her tongue bullies its way into your mouth, stroking yours with a gentle dominance that has your knees weak.

Wanting hands grip at her waist as she pushes her backwards, leading you further into her quarters until you’re backed into a wall. Lips move from yours and trail down your chin to your neck, teeth passing over your pulse. A groan leaves your lips, hands scrambling to pull Larissa back to your lips, missing them greatly in the seconds they’ve been apart from yours. Feeling her smile against you makes your heart clench, needing more, anything she’s willing to give.

Pulling back from her lips only enough to speak, you ask, “bedroom?”

There’s no reply, only you being tugged from the wall and walked backwards further into the room. You’re so lost in her, her lips, her hands, her tongue, everything. The feeling of dropping onto the mattress is what brings you back in, eyes cracking open to see a lightly panting Larissa above you, lips parted and kiss-swollen. Lapis eyes flick over your face, expression similar to the one she wore when she first saw you, right on the cusp of relief and disbelief. She’s not unlike a goddess viewing her devotee.

Taking her moment of distraction as a tool for your benefit, you flip the two of you, happily taking in the new view of her beneath you. Hair of white gold splaying over the pillows, eyes wide, skin flushed, and entirely beautiful, Larissa Weems is a gift for your eyes only. The hand on her hip slides up, pushing the fabric of her dress with them as they climb. It’s a silent question, or more of a silent begging, hands impatient to feel her.

Larissa’s head rises off the pillow, lips pushing into yours, her hands going to yours to push them even higher, dress inching up more and more. As she wishes, you lift her dress, hands finding solace on plush thighs, laying your body between her legs. The familiarity of it makes you moan into her mouth, pure want running through your veins.

Hands close in on the lace covering her, lips moving to her neck for a chance to breathe, “can I take this off?”

“Yes,” she answers in a whiny tone, lifting herself off the mattress slightly.

You carefully, thought quickly, lower the zipper. Larissa strips the dress off her torso, letting your wanting hands take care of the rest. The world stops for a moment as you look down at her, skin luminescent against dark sheets, constellations of freckles dotted across her chest.

The blush crawling up her neck brings you back in, and you haphazardly shrug off your jacket and tear off your own shirt. Leaning back down, you forgo her lips to kiss down her neck, reveling in her skin beneath yours. Larissa moans softly as her hands wander down your back, around your torso, tugging at your belt, and you're quick to head her command. Greedy hands pull you back down on the bed, gripping at warm skin as your lips take purchase on her neck again.

Laying her back, you continue your path down, fingers taking her bra straps down with you. Eyes peek up to hers, silently asking permission. Larissa arches into you in response, and your lips wrap around a rosey nipple. Nails dig into your back as she moans beneath you, hips bucking against your. Satisfying her desire, you place a thigh between her legs as you continue to lavish her chest with affection.

An already soaked white thong becomes absolutely ruined as Larissa grinds steadily against your thigh, moaning huskily into open air. Continuing down, your thigh moves away as you near her heat. Fingers curling around the band of her panties, you pause, “may I?”

“Please, darling,” Larissa replies breathily, mouth hanging open as you toss the fabric across the room.

Mouthing at her thighs, you suck harder as you get closer, red marks painted across a white canvas. Reaching her slick pussy, your mouth nearly waters at the sight, descending on her immediately. Her hips rock just as quickly, trying to ride your face as your tongue swipes through her folds. Savory wetness covers your chin, nose just barely rubbing against her clit.

Tilting up, you allow your lips to wrap around her button, sucking gently. The gasps Larissa emits above you only egg you on further, hand moving from her thigh to her entrance. Your middle finger slowly pushes into her, pumping carefully before adding your index. Her walls grip your fingers snugly, trying to keep you there. Her hips never still, and you force them down with your free hand as you focus your attention on her.

Alternating between sucking and licking her clit, combined with your fingers increasing pace inside her, has Larissa’s voice growing horse, moans turning to pitchy whines. Long legs wrap around your body, holding you snugly against.

Heavy whimpers fall from her lips. “Please,” she begs, “more, baby, please.”

Denying her when she’s asking so nicely, so prettily? You could never. Your ring finger lines with the others, pressing into her quickly. The stretch makes Larissa cry out above you, heels digging deeper into your back as your tongue swirled around her sex. It takes little time for her breathing to grow hoarse, mouth hanging open as her eyes squeeze shut.

Her breath hitches and hips still, essence coating your fingers as you watch her chest rise and fall rapidly, eyes finally reopening. Slowing your fingers, you retract from her, but in no way are you done just yet. Letting go of her clit with a small pop, you drag your tongue down to languidly traverse her folds, taking in her full taste.

Probing inside her, you relish in the breathy whine that comes from her throat. Pulling back, you flatten your tongue, swiping across her cunt. Trailing up, passing her navel, the dip in her ribs, you take a quick pass over her nipple, swirling softly. Grabby hands pull at you, tugging you back to her lips. Moaning at her own taste, Larissa’s body arches into you, heat brushing over your thigh once again.

Hand trailing up from her thigh, you pull back from her lips, offering your fingers in place of your tongue. Fading red lips wrap around your digits, her own tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing. You can feel your eyes glazing over as you watch her greedily taste herself, gently and unknowingly grinding on your thigh.

Letting go, Larissa takes your stupor to flip you over. Staring down with cool blue eyes with a mysterious fire. Wandering lower and lower, they trace over your own underwear, slick from pleasing her. The whimper you let out only eggs her on, rubbing you over the fabric.

“Riss…” you manage out, already breathless from her touch, “baby…”

A low hum leaves her throat, hand sliding under to make contact with you. Long fingers slide through wetness as lips attach themselves to your neck. Two fingers slide into you, slowly, her thumb makes tight, firm circles over your clit, making you keen into her. The pressure building in your core, that had been steadily growing since the library, feels so overwhelming with her all over you now.

Feeling you trying to ride her slow hand, she speeds up, taking over for you as your moans quickly become airy. Under her lips, she feels your heart beating wildly. For her. All for her.

Her scent, her taste, her hands, her tongue, all of her was all over you. Her teeth scrape against your skin as her fingers curl, making you groan. The hand not in her hair splays across her back, desperate to keep her close. Feeling the want dripping from you, her fingers speed up, almost bullying gummy walls that cling to her.

Tugging her by her hair, you bring her to your lips. Open mouth and messy, you’re barely kissing, just moaning into her mouth as she presses harder to your button, bucking into her hand. You can’t find it in yourself to feel embarrassed about how quickly she got you here, how quickly you’ve become putty beneath her.

Deciding she needs to taste her hard work sooner rather than later, her fingers just barely spread inside you, stretching you. The motion makes you erupt in a silent scream, clinging more to her as you feel the coil in your stomach begin to snap.

“C’mon darling,” she husks against your throat, “give it to me. I know you want to.”

Her words are your undoing, the sheer need in her voice and the feeling of her inside you was enough to snap the band. The whines from you turn into breathy pants, hands on Larissa still holding her close as her fingers slow. As she tries to remove them, you close your legs around her wrist, locking her in place. Her lips drag up your neck, capturing your own, sighing into your mouth as your fingers scratch gently at her scalp.

Lazy kisses last until the post-orgasm warmth leaves your body, shivering slightly at the cool air that you can finally feel tickling your skin. Legs unclamp her hand, allowing her to draw back. You nearly cum on the spot watching her suck your release off, moaning softly against her own fingers.

“Keep doing that and you’re not leaving this bed for a week,” you mumble beneath her.

She chuckles, rolling off to lay on the bed beside you, “I can’t say I’d be opposed.”

Just facing her, watching her chest rise and fall, rosy cheeks slowly returning to their normal color, you’re in awe. Freshly fucked and still perfect, Larissa Weems is a miracle. Laying on your side, you trace your fingers up and down her side, following the path of silver stretch marks and faint freckles. You push yourself forward, pressing yourself into her warm body, adoring how her arms immediately wrap around you.

“I missed you,” she whispers, as if she’s not sure you’d share her sentiment.

You press a kiss to her collarbone, “I missed you more.”

There’s a few minutes of silence before you feel Larissa chuckle beneath you. You hum in question. She squeezes you briefly, “would you like dinner?”

Another pause. You both giggle as you try to walk out of the room with a small waver in your steps.

—☽—

When your eyes open, you think it’s the sun cracking through the curtain that pulls you from the depths of slumber. A piercing ring breaks through the tiredness, bringing your attention to your phone. Your groan is met in tandem by Larissa’s, who shoves her head into her pillow further, arm tightening around your waist. Stretching in her grasp, you mentally prepare for what you know is coming. The little shit has a radar.

“No,” you say the moment you bring the phone to your ear.

“Oh sweet angel, I miss how nice you are,” Parker sing-songs, “did I wake you from your slutty slumber?”

“Yes, both of us. Dick,” you grumble, “you have zero consideration.”

“Give my real friend the phone, I’m done with you,” he says, though you know he’ll never leave you alone. Even when you eventually die.

“Baby, it’s for you,” you say as you pull the phone away from your ear. Larissa peeks one eye at you, clearly irritated. Parker, you mouth. You wish it wasn’t so endearing how quickly she perked up. Sitting up, she nods, motioning for you to put her on speaker.

“Hello, Parker,” she utters through a yawn.

“My love! How are you? Achy? Tired? In need of a better lover?”

“I’m great,” Larissa chuckles, “and yes, yes, and no, most definitely not.” Her eyes stay on you as she answers, peeking down at your lovingly annoyed expression.

The rest of the call is simply Parker talking at Larissa, rather than to her, while you shake your head at his antics. Curling back into her side, you let them talk as you watch her face. She seems at ease, a stark contrast from the stressed Larissa you’d seen when you first looked in her office. She’s less imposing, loose hair and smudged makeup, a smile playing on her lips as she listens to Parker’s plans for a surprise two month anniversary gift for Max.

In the walls of her bedroom. In bed with you. Breathing the same air. Perfection lies beside you.

note: if i could rewrite the entirety of part one i would. but i guess that shows growth in writing or whatever

feedback appreciated as always

[blue-jisungs]

i keep thinking about like seo yul who has been hired to be a personal guard to the reader. and she's either like the daughter of a rly noble family or a princess just someone rly highly established in society who needs protection

and yul falls in love as soon as he sees her, he's literally so whipped he would do whatever she asked him. and once she realizes that he's not gonna tell her what to do like everyone else in her life, she starts to fall too. and like he helps her sneak out and they're just idiots in love <//3

LIKE U JUST KNOW YUL WOULD BREAK THE RULES WHEN HES SO SO IN LOVE CAUSE HE DID IT BEFORE AND THAT THOUGHT MAKES MY BRAIN GO CRAZY SKDFJSK

training // calming balm

author's note. HI ZANNA CUTIE THANK J FOR THE YUL REQ LIKE I NEEDED RHAT IN MY LIFE!!! i hope u enjoy it bc personally i feel like it isnt the best thing i’ve written :(

summary. yul falls for you // soft moments w yul as your guard

word count. 3,6k

“a bodyguard?” seo yul repeated in disbelief, eyes wide and directed at his uncle. his voice echoed in the wide room as the older man just nodded.

“the l/n family just moved here and they’re a well respected people. their daughter was raised not to cause any harm and live peacefully; therefore, in case of an attack she wouldn’t be able to protect herself” park jin explained calmly. yul just nodded “it’s not going to be a permanent occupation, only until the time they find a professional guard for their daughter”

“i understand” yul bowed gently.

“i’m glad. we’ll pay them a visit in a while, i’d want you to go with me” park jin announced. his nephew didn’t say anything, just nodded. the older watched him leave the room almost as quietly as a rustle of wind.

yul was smiling gently while talking to your parents, genuinely invested in why they moved here. the tea that was served was truly delightful and he couldn’t help himself but ask for more. when the discussion topic turned into a political one, the young mage looked around the garden. the gazebo they were seated in was cozy and prettily decorated, you could see the majority of the open space with one’s bare eye.

suddenly, yul saw a movement behind the peony bushes. he straighted his back and his hand rested on the grip of his sword.

eyes trained on the bush, he frowned upon hearing some voices.

out of the blue, someone fell from the bushes with a yelp. everyone looked that way, lady l/n letting out a huff.

“there she is… gods, this child will make me die because of an heart attack one day” she mumbled.

indeed, there was a young lady standing in front of the peony bush. she was dusting off the pink flower petals and leaves from her pastel purple hanbok. everyone could notice she was saying something to herself and seemingly, she didn’t realise she wasn’t alone.

“this is our daughter, y/n” your father sighed.

you looked up and suddenly saw the four people’s gazes on you. blood of embarrassment rushing to your cheeks, you approached them.

bowing gently you greeted the guests and a young man caught your attention. it seemed that you caught his too – he was staring at you in awe.

“greetings” you mumbled and refused to look at the unfamiliar people.

“where have you been– you know what? i done even wish to know. this is your new bodyguard, seo yul” your father pointed at the young man in light purple hanbok. you smiled upon realising it had the shade as yours. sending him a nod, he bowed.

his face was truly handsome and being honest, you were glad it was him and not the older man seated next to him.

“it is my pleasure to meet you. i promise, a single hair won’t fall off your head as long as i’ll be guarding you” he said softly. his ebony irises were glued to you, enchanted by your beauty. park jin just lifted the corner of his lips in a smirk, noticing how smittened his nephew is.

“and your name is…?” you asked, ignoring the look your mother sent your way.

“seo yul, lady l/n” the brown haired man replied, his feline-alike features causing you to study his face. then, your gaze fell upon his plum-shaded hanbok with tender, blueish sewings forming peonies. how ironic.

“i like your hanbok, seo yul” you smiled and bowed, then looked at your parents “i still need to unpack my baggage so if you’ll excuse me, i shall get going”

they just nodded and dived back in to the conversation whereas the young mage’s eyes followed you until you disappeared inside the house.

you were so pretty and graceful yet – unlike choyeon – you had a rebellious spark in your eye. something in you just intrigued seo yul and he didn’t even notice when he tried to drink from an empty porcelain cup.

the young mage arrived at your residence, the warm sun heating up his skin pleasantly. the fresh air was filled with the scent of flowers that blossomed in the garden, the birds’ singing beautifully filling in the silence.

someone from the servants led him to your chamber and knocked gently, looking at the new addition to the staff.

“lady y/n is very… childish. please, don’t be afraid to tell her no if she has an ridiculous idea or a foolish request” they said. yul frowned and suddenly the door opened, your maid looking the man up and down.

“you may come in” she said and yul stepped inside.

“who is it?” your voice rung in the room yet you weren’t nowhere in sight. only when your maid came to the folding screen and stepped behind it, he realised you’re there.

blush hit his cheeks and he shook his head.

“it’s seo yul, lad–” he started.

“we’re the same age, i assume. please, don’t use any of the honorific words and nicknames” you hummed and then said something to your maid “this ribbon, please”

yul looked around the room. he didn’t spend much time with noble women except choyeon, yet he thought it’s something known that women tend to be tidy. well…

maybe your room was somehow clean, it definitely had it’s own charm. history books on the floor, along with calligraphy supplies. horse-themed ornaments scattered on the wooden furniture, makeup tools next to a pretty mirror and… empty plates.

“can you show me around the city today, yul?”

his gaze snapped up and he felt his face get warm when he noticed you caught him staring. but there was no anger or disgust in your eyes, no. pure amusement and excitement.

“of course” he nodded, taking in the sight of you. today, you decided to wear a faint yellow hanbok. the sewings at the bottom of the dress were gold and formed a beautiful scenery: young deers, forest plants and wild birds. the rest of the clothing, including the frame of your sleeves, was white. there was a yellow ribbon in your braided hair.

“we shall go, then” you grinned and energetically stormed out of the room. he looked shocked at the maid. the older lady just sighed, dramatically wiping her forehead.

“good luck” she just mumbled and seo yul chased after you, with a love-struck smile.

“so? what are you going to show me? can we see the mage place?” you asked, not even turning around when you heard his footsteps approaching.

you knew he’d say no: you heard that only mages were allowed to enter the place and after all – sadly – you were no mage.

“sure, i’ll take you to jeongjinjak. but be aware that the mages might not be too pleased to see you there” he answered casually and just when he caught up with you, you halted your movements. yul realised he had to stop and turn around, blinking.

“really?” you asked in disbelief, lips forming into a huge smile.

“of course, why not?” seo yul returned your smile.

“i thought… ah, it doesn’t matter. we should go, then” you hummed happily.

yul already knew that he won’t be able to resist you.

“oh my, it’s beautiful here” you sighed when you entered jeongjinjak. the place was spacious and quiet, the air filled with a feeling of seriousness and a scent of old books “do you live here?”

yul nodded, his hand intertwined behind his back as you two strolled around the place carefully.

“my uncle is in charge of this place” yul added. passing by some young mages that were training, you sent them a sweet smile and bowed gently.

they all stared at you in awe, immediately losing focus and stumbling over their own feet. giggling at that, you failed to notice the disapproving look yul sent them.

“i always wanted to at least possess the power ryusu” you hummed sadly “but my parents were never willing to find me a teacher, even though they know some of the stages themselves. selfish, isn’t it?”

you turned to yul and his apologetic smile. there was a certain softness in his features, a look that was different to what you always stumble upon. most of the people assumed you’re a spoiled brat and treated you this way. but yul was the only one who didn’t: he was carefully listening and genuinely cared about what you said.

“i can teach you the basics, y/n” he offered and before you could burst out with happiness, he quickly added “but it must remain a secret between us”

“of course it will” you grinned and quickly went to hug him. you realized your actions and froze, feeling ashamed of your impulsiveness. seo yul noticed that and his heart ached with a strange feeling. were you taught to suppress your emotions? “thank you so much, yul”

“it will be my pleasure, la– y/n” he smiled, ebony irises glinting with happiness. you held eye contact for a mere moment longer before there was a sudden bang.

it was the mages in training who were just staring at you and didn’t notice that they tripped over the edge of the passage.

spending time with yul became a part of your routine. however, it wasn’t a negative thing. you loved his company; for the first time ever you felt like you had a friend. someone who truly cared for you.

a knock at your door caused you to smile. yul had a specific pattern of knocking – it sounded like a tender melody, rhythmic but pleasant to listen to.

“come in!” you hummed, finishing braiding your hair. your guard entered, bowing and scanning your figure (not so) secretly.

“good morning” he hummed, stepping in. you could read it on his face that he wanted to add something but halted from doing so. ‘you look stunning today’ was what lingered on his lips, albeit his shyness prevented him from wording it out.

“what should we do today?” you asked, tilting your head.

you adored seo yul – he always kept up with your ideas and temper. most of the maids were old and always too tired to even take a short walk. even though he wasn’t your maid – and certainly, he wasn’t old – he never had a problem with taking strolls around the city or showing you the neighbourhood . sometimes it included walking through hills, high grasses and small rivers. but he was always willing to do so.

“is there something particular you wish to do?” he asked, his tender voice calm as always.

“not really, no” you shook your head.

“then, we could go–”

he wasn’t meant to finish when your mother barged into the room. her face morphing into relief when she noticed you.

“you’re here, good. do not leave the house today, i heard there are some… civil commotions in the city. and it’s been dangerous lately” she said and her eyes met yul’s. he bowed “oh, you’re here. you can go home now. y/n’s not leaving the household today”

“but mother, i–” you started.

“no. it’s too dangerous” she cut you off and left, the maids closing the door behind her.

yul watched your features grow sad and his heart sank. you lost your excitement, eyes gradually fogging with a strange, bland emotion.

“it’s fine. i’m not in the mood anymore, you can go home” you mumbled, turning your face to the window.

“i’m not in the position to disobey your mother’s orders, however i’m your guard” yul offered and carefully studied your reaction “and not to brag or be overconfident, but you’re going to be safe under my watch”

there was a ghost of a smile dancing on your lips as you played with the hem of your hanbok.

“mhm… and what if my parents found out?” you hummed, cocking your eyebrow.

“i’d take the responsibility” yul said seriously. shaking your head, you stood up.

“no need, i was just teasing you. shall we go, then? where are we going, anyway?” you asked.

“to the market. i believe you haven’t seen it yet, y/n?” he asked with a tender smile.

“no, our maids do the duty of providing food…” you hesitated and stopped yul before he left. his eyes widened when he felt your hand on his chest “how are we going to leave? it’s the middle of the day, everyone will see us”

“just trust me, lady” he hummed and slid his hand to grab yours “may i?”

you nodded. yul’s gentle and smooth hand took in yours, as if scared that he’ll cause harm. blush spreading across your cheeks, you looked away and let him lead you.

seo yul was like a cat – his moves were sharp and calculated, paying attention to if someone is coming or not. in no time, you left through the back door and the garden. finding yourself in the middle of a busy street, you looked at him with wide eyes and a smile of gratitude.

“i’ll be using this route” you grinned and saw a flash of fear go through his face.

“no, don’t do that… you’ll get hurt or…” he started and you let out a gasp, drawing some passersby’s attention.

“what is that? that colorful thing? wait, yul, are those parrots?” you yelped in excitement and he couldn’t help but laugh sincerely. his features dropped when you ran off.

“wait a moment!” he giggled, adoring your excitement.

yul walked you through the market, explaing who’s selling what. the delicious smells and colors surrounded you, mouth agape as you took in all the amazing views. the young mage was stealing glances at you and how adorable you were while doing that.

“oh, the sweets!” he hummed and noticed you look that way curiously.

“can we get some?” you asked.

“of course” he grinned, hands interlocked behind his back. he followed you slowly while you already approached the seller. eyes meeting, you stood closer to him once yul arrived.

“what are we having? my treat!” you grinned “all of them look delicious…”

“my favourite are the pine pollen tea ones” he mumbled shyly, pointing at the greenish cookies.

“well then, we’ll have each one of everything” you hummed and noticed the seller’s eyes widen.

“ah, yul!”

you both turned around and saw a man with blonde hair approach you. while yul was distracted, you said something to the snack seller.

“what a beautiful lady… my name is park danggu” the blond man bowed dramatically as you stared him up and down.

“uh-uh. nice to meet you, i’m l/n y/n” you smiled and frowned, looking at yul. he just smiled.

“that’s a friend of mine” your guard explained and noticed all the snacks are already packed, waiting for you. suddenly, yul had a strange feeling ache in his heart: he did not want you to talk too much with danggu. “shall we go home?”

“oh, already?” you pouted, grabbing the bag. yul took it from you, fingers brushing against each other. blush spread on both of your cheeks. danggu smiled upon that.

“yeah, i’m busy either way. i will see you around, yul. don’t come home too late, though” danggu wiggled his brows and was off before yul could even say something.

“he’s silly” you snickered and poked his arm. yul seemed flustered.

on your way back you chatted all the time. you decided you won’t go anywhere once you’re home, so you dismissed yul to go back (only after thanking him for his company, of course).

once back at jeongjinjak, yul was surprised to see a package addressed for him.

it turned out you bought all the pine pollen tea snacks for him and had them delivered at his dorm.

the mage couldn’t help but melt and smile absentmindedly at the gesture.

for a couple of days yul was dismissed from his duties: your parents gave him some spare time and you said you’re not in the mood to leave the house. it left him pondering if something is wrong and decided to ask you if everything is alright.

the time he spent without you made him realise something: life is bland when you’re not by his side. you’re so lively and energetic, yet so adorable at the same time. he missed you and had this tingling feeling in his heart whenever you weren’t around. yul was looking forward to the day he’ll meet you again.

after finally coming back to his duties, he went right away to your chamber. it was late and dark outside but a messenger called him, saying it was urgent. the mage thought something dangerous was happening.

“y/n?” yul asked, coming into the room. there was a couple of candles lighting up the room, shadows dancing on the walls.

“yul! let’s go out!” you whisper-yelled, grabbing his hands. a pleasant warmth spread through his body before he processed your words.

“what? i thought it was an emergency and you got hurt…” he mumbled.

“no, no. i’m fine. just bored to death… are there any horses…?” you asked hesitantly.

“h-horses?” he choked out, eyes widening. you shrugged nonchalantly.

“i feel like going on a horse ride”

you are insane.

“sure, we’ll find something” he scoffed, shaking his head. he shouldn’t be doing this; none of this, at all. he’s about to sneak out with a lady he was supposed to protect and do something that could potentially harm you. which, he was here to prevent in the first place.

but he couldn’t help it! he felt like you put a spell on him, he just wasn’t able to resist.

“we shall go then, my lady” he hummed. good thing the room was dimmed, otherwise he’d see how your face reddened with a shade of ruby-alike shade of the yin and yang jade.

yul held your hand gently and helped you leave through the window. erupting into quiet giggles when you almost stepped on his feet or when you passed the peony bush where he first saw you. under the cover of dark night sky, yul led you to a nearest stallion. he looked around, making sure no one saw you.

“y/n, do you even know how–” he turned around and gasped when he saw you already on the horse.

“can we go to the pretty fields? please…” you mumbled. yul nodded slowly and hopped on a horse too, leading the way.

“we should be back before sunrise…” he mumbled. there was a look of calmness in your face, almost unfamiliar.

wind in your hair, the sound of horse hooves pleasantly clacking against the ground underneath the starry sky caused your heart to soothe. the smell of fresh grass and yul’s silhouette beautifully framed by moonlight – it was a moment that you wanted to stay in forever.

arriving at the fields, you stopped next to a small stream. the water was rustling pleasantly, hypnotizing you. yul realized that you stopped following him and turned around, looking at you. something was troubling your mind, clearly.

“yul-ah”

even in the faint light you saw his eyes widen. cute.

“yes, y/n?” he asked, voice gentle.

“i think i… no. um, actually, no. i’ve been practising ryusu! can i show you?” you asked and he nodded, locking his hands between his back.

you put your body strength on your legs, focusing to keep your moves sharp and clean. chest moving up and down to keep your breathing regular and steady. just when you thought you got it–

“y/n, i think… my heart longs for you when you’re not present but then it acts as if it was possessed whether you hold my hand… i’d rather look at you than all of the stars or beautiful ornaments” yul said, his words carried by wind.

letting out a shaky breath, you looked at him. moonlight shining on his handsome face and somewhat scared eyes.

“why did i say that…” he mumbled.

you let out a melodic laugh and ran up to him, wrapping hands around his neck. yum was startled but held you gently.

“you fool” you mumbled, smiling against the fabric of his hanbok “my heart calls out for you too. i’ve been meaning to say that for while, that’s why i needed some time alone”

“huh?”

you leaned away and gently grabbed his face, cupping his cute cheeks.

“you’re the only one who understands me, yul-ah. i bask in your warmth and kindness, your spirit makes me feel alive– can… can i kiss you? i’m out of words” you asked. yup nodded shyly, unsure what to do with his hands.

placing your lips on his plump ones, he instinctively wrapped hus hands around your waist. pulling you closer and smiling softly into the kiss.

when you felt like you were running out of your breath, he pulled away.

“you need more training though…”

a frown formed on your face and he snickered.

“with ryusu?” you asked, unable to believe he just said that.

“no– well, yes. if you train your breathing, you’ll be able to kiss longer” a smirk danced on his lips “or the other way around. fortunately for you, i can help with such matter”

suddenly his eyes widened, the flirty behaviour disappeared in a blink of an eye.

“don’t tell your parents. or my uncle. we’re kind of… breaking the rules”

“i won’t” you smiled sweetly and tip-toed to smooch his cheek.

years spend alone without friends or love, barely with your parents caused your heart to ache in a mysterious and hurtful way. but now, with yul by your side, a soothing feeling washed over it as if someone put a calming balm. a balm called love.

masterlist <3

taglist. @laylasbunbunny ,, @slytherinshua ,, @kazmura ,, @ameliesaysshoo ,, @planetkiimchi ,, @primoppang ,, @dazzlingligth

[sammyluvr]

sam and someone who doesn’t believe in love>>

like i feel like she’s a hunter too but she was raised by a hardass father who didn’t take shit from no one and basically told her from the get go that most men r shitty ppl so she’d js make herself as undesirable as she could.

she woulda definitely met sam n dean on a hunt and she woulda saved them bc she can absolutely kick ass and sam was like an in love puppy straight away, and he tries to be like “hey let’s be friends” but she’s like “i don’t do friends” and leaves it at that but like a year later they meet again at the roadhouse and i feel like some of the old men hunters were definitely talking shit abt sam so she’d kick their asses. also dean lays it on THICK with her but she’s like “hit on me again and i’ll knock your teeth out” and he doesn’t so him n her have a sibling dynamic from then on.

but yeah no shes got a soft spot for sam, a tiny one but its there, she slips him her number but is like “we’re not friends, it’s only if you need help” and leaves and again he’s in love all over again but she’s like a ghost to him, when she appears it’s brief and his heart hurts when she goes. anyways he calls her (not for help js to talk) and she hangs up because it’s not for case help.

they meet again at bobby’s where she’s crying (very unusual for her because she’s very cold and tough) but basically her dad died and bobby was comforting her and sam wants to but she’s not a touchy person and tries to keep her façade up in front of him and fight his hugs but eventually stops resisting and just cries in his arms, also remember that by this point sam’s in love with her. i think she’s starting to day but she’s like “nah i don’t do love” very stubborn but they don’t see each other in person for around 2 years, only phone calls

then they meet again and she’s the one in trouble and sam n dean both save her, while getting drunk they get on the topic of convo (love) and she says she doesn’t believe and sam does and sam actually rambles on cutely about it and she kinda falls for him but represses it and an extremely drunk sam confesses his feelings to her and she just shuts down and leaves and she gets into a car crash, she deffo has bobby as her next of kin since her dad is gone so the boys find out so sam sees her in that state and breaks down crying bc the woman he’s loved for so many years is laid in a hospital bed hooked up to sm things but he stays with her and his face is the first she sees when she wakes up and sam lays her head on her and she comforts him

anyways she decides to get closer to sam and they become friends and they have deep conversations about love, she puts it down to oxytocin n shit and he tells her why it’s sm more than that and she thinks she’s starting to believe but she’s like “nah dude” to herself

anyways she asks bobby for advice n he says to give sam a chance so she calls him and drops the coordinates to a really pretty willow tree by a lake with a gazebo thing and she dresses up the best she can (that being makeup and a pretty dress, accentuates the chest but the rest is imaginative) and he loses his breath for a minute because of how you look under the gazebo light and you tell him how he made you believe and that you love everything you know about him and he cries and kisses you and ur like “why u crying” n he’s like “happy tears honey” and yeah

the timeline for everything above this is between s1-5, so sam waited 4/5 years

ofc she loves dean like a brother, their relationship bloomed into a very nice platonic sibling thing and she occasionally lets him hug her when she needs it

but sam writes her poetry n stuff and they’re like the cutest and sexiest couple, also the loudest, the get a separate room sometimes and dean is like “dudes keep it down i can hear you through the wall u freaks” and it’s the same in the bunker, even when u both think ur quiet dean can still hear shit, he also walked in on u n him while u were on top and sam shielded ur body so good like yes pussy queen slay come here and protect me like that‼️

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this is like a whole ass long fic someone could make this into a series probably like wow. this eats so hard <33 just such a good storyline i love love love it <333 you said it all bbg i don't even think i could contribute to this LOL wagh the potential for all the good fic tropes is absolutely there I JUST LOVE ITTT <333

[lotties-ashwagandha]

Can I request a tai x van x fem!reader

Reader met Van a while before tai and van like spoke again but when they did they all immediately fell for each other and so when tai says she wants to go to meet Lottie and Misty and Nat tai thinks it’s a good idea for them all to go

Can you do a thing where van tells tai and reader that she has cancer and while they are both heartbroken reader is beyond devastated and can’t stop crying even when Misty comes to them, reader has lost everyone in her life before and she can’t afford lose van or tai

tai x van x reader has me in such a chokehold

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PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY

pairing: tai x van x fem!reader

word count: 1742

notes and warnings: tw for cancer but that’s it. also yes i named this after a lana del rey song im THAT bitch deal with it

taglist: @ladyveela (gonna tag u w this act bc. cartoonpeoples is deactivated i think lmk if u want off) @thedeconstructionist @cordeliass @paulsonsratched @goodeday2u @christies-fleur @traumatisedfangirl

The silver stars shone above, fractures of moonlight, broken and shining just as ever, perfect. Like diamonds they glimmered, illuminating the earth, the perfect scene before you.

You sat a few feet away from a fire, out in the fielded expanse of Lottie’s compound. You sat against Van, her arm around you and your head resting in the crook of her neck as the two of you sat against the outside of a small gazebo (A/N: was it a gazebo Van was sitting against?? Idfk but we’re going with it ok). The two of you passed a bottle of vodka back and forth, which you had snuck into the compound from Van’s car when you were supposed to be doing your designated activities.

You’d never felt more peaceful. The two of you had been aching for a getaway for a while, but had never acted on it, and though being dragged to Lottie’s compound due to Taissa’s sleepwalking was less than ideal you had to admit it was a decent escape from normal life. It brought you irreplicable peace to be able to sit with Van by the fire, the vodka gently dulling your senses, a cool breeze interrupting the monotony of the spring warmth.

“I’m glad we came here,” you said quietly. You took the bottle of vodka out of Van’s hands and took a sip.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I didn’t think you’d be into this sort of thing. And all of the other women, they’re a bit…”

“I like them,” you said, “it’s good to be able to put faces to names. You don’t talk about what happened much, but still.”

You heard the rustling of footsteps in the grass as someone approached, and soon Taissa was sitting beside you. You allowed yourself to relax completely in the presence of both of them. You’d never before felt the same sort of peace that you felt with Van and Taissa — you’d felt it a bit with Van, in a way, unexplainable happiness in your relationship as a couple, but ever since you’d met Taissa everything had seemed to click. None of you had spoken about it, but everyone knew it, that she was what had been missing, everyone needed each other.

You handed the bottle of vodka to Taissa, and she smirked.

“Don’t tell Lottie we have this,” you said, “or, surprisingly, Nat.”

She laughed lowly, taking a drink from the bottle. “I pay for almost twenty years of rehab and it’s a week in Lottie’s cult that fixes everything.”

“I think we all know it’s because Lottie and Nat are gay as fuck for each other.”

Both of them laughed quietly at this, mainly because they knew you were right. Everyone who had eyes could see that Lottie and Nat were obsessed with each other.

“Put a couple of women in a cult together and they all fall in love.”

“I hope so,” you said, sparing a glance at Tai, and part of you hoped she knew what you were implying and part of you hoped your comment had gone right over her head.

“Van,” Tai said with a smile, “your girlfriend’s drunk, she’s trying to flirt with me.”

“Yeah, but she tries to flirt with you even when she’s sober,” Van said.

“Shut up,” you smiled, shaking your head. “Don’t act as if you’re not as guilty of that as I am.”

“I don’t mind,” Taissa admitted, and you watched as Van met her gaze.

You knew neither of them would act on it. If you didn’t act first nothing would happen, nothing would change, and all of it would carry on as usual, all three of you lost in darkness.

The alcohol was giving you more courage than you would’ve liked to admit. Without hesitation you pulled Taissa into a kiss, and though she melted into you you pulled away after hardly a moment had passed, gauging her reaction.

You didn’t know what you had expected, but you certainly had not expected her to pull you back to her, lips crashing against yours, both of you engulfed in momentary euphoria. Her hand rested at the back of your neck, ever so subtly controlling, and had you not been in the middle of the compound you suspected things would have gone quite a bit further.

When the two of you pulled away, regaining your breath, you looked to where Van sat on your other side. She seemed mildly surprised, but her eyes were occupied by blatant longing as her gaze flickered from you to Taissa.

Reaching across you, the two of them collided, and where Taissa had been gentle with you she was not with Van, the kiss rough and eager as if it had been all either of them had wanted for years. They had a history, you knew that, but never had you suspected how deeply things had gone, and the realization intrigued you in the best of ways, exhilarated you.

Tai pulled away first, and everyone was silent for a few moments. When she spoke, Tai’s words were barely louder than a whisper. “I want this,” she said, looking from you to Van, “but with Simone in the hospital, and my son…”

“We have time,” you reassured her, giving her a small smile, though the loose ends pained you. “Do what you need to do, and when you’re ready-”

“I can’t give you that much time,” Van said suddenly, not looking at either of you, just straight ahead.

You weren’t yet sure why, but something about her tone had you feeling sick, and you knew that something was wrong. Not in a way that could be solved easily, but in a way that would haunt all of you, that once you knew the truth it could never be forgotten. “What is that supposed to mean?” You asked, and still she wouldn’t meet your gaze.

“I have cancer,” she said nonchalantly. It was as if she’d told you she had a splinter.

For a moment you couldn’t breathe. It was like you hadn’t heard her right, and you were sure you hadn’t until she finally looked at you, and you could see the remorse, the fear, the desperation she was trying so hard to hide.

“You know when people are all ‘it’s okay, I have cancer but the doctors caught it early,’” Van continued, and her gaze moved to Taissa. “This isn’t like that. I have, I think, months.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Van,” Tai breathed, and still you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t think. It wasn’t happening — it couldn’t be happening, because everything had been so perfect up until this moment, and if you heard another word of it you were going to die. “When were you going to tell me?” She asked.

“You showed up on my doorstep, I wasn’t going to tell you at all. We hardly know each other anymore, Tai.”

“What about me?” You asked, only processing that you’d spoken after the words had already come out, and you could see the guilt in Van’s expression. “You weren’t going to fucking tell me, were you?”

“I couldn’t, not will all of the shit both of us have been through. I didn’t want to burden you.”

“And it wouldn’t burden me if I woke up one day to see you fucking dead?” You shouted, and she motioned for you to keep your voice down, which you ignored, or you would have if you’d been able to say anything else. Tears blinded your vision, and your hands were shaking, and all you wanted was for all of it to stop and to wake up and realize all of it was a dream, none of it had really happened.

“Listen,” Van said, one of her hands holding yours and the other running up and down your back, which was supposed to be soothing, but nothing could have soothed a blow such as this. “I want you and Tai to be together. The two of you can sell out the store, buy a nice house. Fuck, you could even stay here at the compound if you wanted. But I want you to be able to be happy when I’m not here.”

There was a certain potency of grief that came with knowing she was going to die. That even as she was sitting there before you all of you knew that in a few months she wouldn’t be, and the entire world would die in your eyes. You would have Taissa, but even then something would be missing, and that something would be unattainable, would be Van.

“Misty’s coming,” Van said, “both of you act fucking normal.”

You knew you couldn’t. There was no reaction to this that was “normal.”

You took the vodka bottle, quickly chugging what was left of it before walking away, going to the edge of the forest and further, letting yourself be taken into its depths. You were vaguely aware that Taissa was following you, and maybe she was calling your name or maybe it was your imagination, you weren’t sure.

Eventually you stopped at a fallen tree, sitting on it, and after a moment Taissa was sitting beside you again in the darkness.

Neither of you said anything for a while. There was hardly anything to say, and you could hardly think coherently anyway.

But as soon as you dared, you let yourself speak the thought that had been haunting the back of your mind ever since Van had told you she had cancer.

“This is what it wants,” you said quietly, and you could feel Taissa tense beside you.

“What are you talking about?”

“That thing, the being… from when you crashed… whatever Lottie invoked in the wilderness that never left.”

“How the fuck do you know about that?” She asked, her tone sharp.

“Van told me.”

“Of course she did,” Taissa sighed. Her words weren’t sharp now, they sounded only tired. “She always believed in all of it.”

“And you don’t?”

“I'm not sure anymore,” she admitted, taking your hand, providing whatever comfort she could.

“It chooses, Taissa,” you said, barely a whisper. “It chose Javi, and it chose Travis, and now it’s choosing her.”

It took her a moment to respond.

“You’re not supposed to know those things,” she said, and by her tone, and the look she gave you, her grip on your hand tightening significantly, you knew it wasn’t her anymore.

It was the other one.

[wooyoungqueen]

True Hate Kiss

🐸For the See U on the Flip Side Event, prompt chosen: True hates kiss

🐸Pairing: I.N (stray kids)  x Reader (F)

🐸Genre: slight funny, modern fantasy  

🐸Trope: the reverse of true love's kiss!

🐸Au: modern, fantasy au, academy life

🐸Word Count: 2224

🐸Rating: 18+, MDNI, E for everyone (expect for minors)

🐸Warnings: none

🐸Summary: I.N popular boy in the academy everyone feared him but one night he was turned into a toad,due to a young witch practicing her magic  until Lee Know saw and picked up I.N finding out who turned him into a toad. A witch appeared saying only a hate kiss will break the curse. Not the kiss of love but a hate kiss of his mortal enemy. 

Y/n got ready to put on her uniform, grabbing her books, bag and wand. Felix was sitting down reading his book of spells waiting for his best friend to come. “hey felix good morning” “Morning buddy, say do u want to get breakfast.” “Sure I will like that.” y/n and felix were walking to the cafeteria both grabbing their food. The students were chatting, eatting, practicing their magic in the gazebo   until the doors opened, making everyone turn and see Lee Know. Next to Lee Know was Changbin and then I.N appeared in the middle of them. All of the  chattering stopped, “um excuse me, you guys are blocking the way~” “oh? I didn't know but I don't care so shoo, you bring my breakfast and~ I.N was looking for the nerd who did his homework. “There you are, did you finish my assignment?” “yes..” I.N and his friends walked to their table and sat down. Y/n looked and scoffed and rolled her eyes, then turned to Felix. “I don’t know why, everyone is so afraid of him like he’s not that important!” “Y/N don’t, if he hears you then he will…”

Lee Know heard getting up from his seat walking towers where Felix and Y/N was sitting.  “I don’t care if he hears me or not, he could come over because I am  not scared of him.” after talking to both Y/N and Felix looked up at them “Do we know you?” Felix looked at them and said “um, well. We've been going to this school, having a lot of encounters, not mentioning the same classes as well. but that all adds up to, that you don’t know us at all.” Felix looked down and then  I.N laughed  “huh how funny did you even know you excited or you?” “The name is Y/N, but don’t worry about it.”  I.N  looked at Lee Know, and Changbin then said. “ So here's the thing, over hear you saying you're not afraid  of me. but we are here to change that around. right guys.” “That’s right.”

Y/N looked and said to I.N. “You could do whatever you want but we are not scared of you, not even Felix.” I.N looked and was about to use his wand but Y/N stopped him.  “You can't use magic on another student.” “aww, how cute! Worried that I will get in trouble.” Y/n scoffed and said  “I'd rather worry for a toad than worry for you. Come Felix, we are done here.” Both Y/N and Felix walked away from I.N and the group, when the students heard the bell everyone went to their classes after I.N walked to his dorm and laid down, not knowing that  a witch came in through his window and used a spell to turn him into a frog and adding a spell to break the curse. The next morning every student was getting up, Lee Know was knocking on the I.N door waiting  for him to open it  but still no sound until he opened and pulled the bed covers seeing a toad. “Come on I.N is time for you to wake up. I know that  you want to sleep in but… OMG it's a toad!  Changbin came here quickly and saw his best friend ribbiting in his bed until he saw Felix reading and grabbing his shirt. “you the one that turned my best friend into a toad, better undo it.” “Wait, what?  i didn’t do anything changbin. where is I.N”

Lee Know walked and had I.N in his hand and Felix looked down until he talked. “better turn me back into a human, the dance is not far from here.”  “I don’t know how, I'm sorry. but we could find a way.”    “Felix, are you okay, are they? What's going on..”  The guys explained everything to you, then Lee Know said. “Now you could worry because, as you said yesterday, you would have worried for a toad and look I.n is a toad.” “repeating my own words, that’s true but damn. Fine I’ll try to help you but this doesn’t mean we are best friends.” You turned your heel and went to the library pulling out books trying to find a way to undo the spell until I.N hopped up and ribbed  to catch his breath. making you roll his eyes until everything turned dark seeing a young girl wearing a cloak and said. “You won’t find how to break the curse in books, only you have to care even though they're your mortal enemy that the curse could be broken.”  “But why would you put a curse on I.N if you don’t know him?! it doesn’t make sense.” “all in due time Y/N, but not just a hate kiss, but a true hate kiss could break his spell. if you can’t do it. then he will remain as a toad for the rest of his life.” The young witch disappears, making the library lights turn back on, Felix and Y/N try to find a potion or something else to reverse the curse and also for Y/N to avoid kissing her mortal enemy. “there’s gotta be another way I am not going to kiss I.N, i hate the guy.” “But we check everything, besides the dance is tomorrow. if we look for the young witch to tell us more.” Y/n smiled and said. “yeah let’s go buddy, come on.”

after following the map, they stop at a cave when they step inside it was fill with crystals popping out of the ground and on the top, not to mention pots and magic brooms that was sweeping the floor until they twisted a door knob and saw the witch that was looking through her looking glass, than saw Y/N and Felix. “ooh two students, what can i do for you.” “We talked yesterday, I think it was you or someone else saying I have to hate my mortal enemy?” “ooh, that was my daughter, that you spoke of. she was practicing her spell but I never thought she would turn your friend into a toad. also is true what she said.” “we have a dance, how long does the curse break when two mortal enemies kiss.” the witch looked and said. 'Until midnight, if Y/N doesn’t kiss him by then, then he will be a toad forever.” “Grate is this sort of a fairy tale, ugh why is 7:45pm we need to get ready.” “the witch said until midnight. but since when did this become a Disney  film?” “I don’t know, buddy.” The both friends sigh and  walk back and then Y/N went over to Changbin and Lee Know and fill them in. “EH? you have to kiss him in order for him to turn into a human, can you just kiss him like that.” “It has to be a true hate kiss but now that you mention it.”  you sigh and kiss I.N in the head, but nothing happened and they said. “This was supposed to work. Why is he still a frog? That witch is nothing but a liar. you got played by both of you guys.  Will  I guess we will take him to the ball like this.” Changbin,

Lee-Know walked with I.N. all the students were dressed to the nines, Felix got dressed into his tux, knocked on his best friend's door, revealing you still in your uniform studying. “You're not going to the dance?” “nope, i am not. I just don’t feel like that's all. but you should have fun.” Felix took your notebook and book away and sat on your bed and said. “Look, I know that you dislike him, I do too. but at the same time I feel bad for him. He didn’t deserve to be turned into a frog.” "Even though he bullied you Felix, I know there’s gotta be  another way.” Felix looked at you, looking at your clock saying 10:45 pm then said. “I know you could make it, before  he stays as a toad forever but if you need me for something I will be at the ball okay buddy.”

You looked at your dress, remembering what the young and old witch said about only true hate kisses could break the spell. you went to the library and read a spell that could make I.N into a human for a little bit grabbing the book running to the ball slamming the book into the table. “There is a spell that could make I.N into a human for a little while but not here though.” “Really, let's go then.” Lee- know sat I.N down and then Y/N did a spell to make I.N human. “This is only temporary.” you went back to your room and looked at your dress then remembered what the witch said “you have until midnight to give a true hate kiss” “maybe I should, but I don’t know. but i should go to the ball for fun” you took a nice warm shower, after you saw your clock  saying 11:20. putting your make-up away until you hear a knock. “Can you do the spell again, please Y/N” “I said it was only temporary, sorry guys, can I change in peace please.” “Will you kiss him at least.”

You scoff and close the door in order for you to change peacefully after you still saw them waiting for you, your boots clacking against the tile floor of the hallway, taking the decorations in after you heard the announcement. “It's almost midnight, remember to grab your dance partners.” Lee- Know gave you I.N then went to get his partner and Changbin said “Please Y/N, you're the only one.” you sigh, grabbing I.N from bringing him close to your lips, before you kiss him you said something, “This doesn’t change anything, we will always be mortal enemies and hopefully you stop bullying my friend Felix.” “I promise Y/N.” 

You kissed him, closing your eyes  when the bell struck midnight you felt his hands on your shoulders after you two pulled away I.N looked at you and you at him both you and I.N wipe your lips, Changbin and Lee-Know ran to hug their best friend but thanked you. “thank you Y/N, and I can’t believe you kiss a to~” “stop, she did what she needed to do changbin, but thank you Y/N i appreciated it and i accept to stop bullying your friend Felix.” 

Y/N nodded and turned your heel and before going to Felix you said to I.N “Hey I.N, I hate you. remember that.” “Ha, Hate you more Y/N.” After the dance, no one talked about the events that happened, except you had to tell Felix being your best friend for years.  After that Felix went to class making you read a book of spells making I.N appear blocking your sun. outside of the academy garden  “You're blocking my sun.” “ Sorry nerd, didn’t quite hear you. I just wanted to give you this for yesterday. later nerd.” raising your eyebrow you took the letter and read it. 

“dear nerd,  

I just want to say that, thank you for breaking the curse, who would've thought that I would have my mortal enemy to kiss a toad but anyway like you promise I will stop bothering you and Felix and we won’t dare talk about what happened in yesterday's events also I wash my lips and exfoliate anyway I won’t cross your path. I am a man of words. but if someone else bullies you or Felix i will fight them because I hate you so much. Anyway, I hope this won’t happen again. ~ your mortal enemy I.N” you smiled and folded the note, slipped  it in your notebook and said while looking up in the sun and took a breath.  “What an ass, but I believe that you will keep your word, you toad.  hey Felix ready to eat breakfast.” “you betcha come on buddy of mine. So everything is okay? have I.N bothered you. ” “ nope no sign of him or his lackeys which is  Perfect, Felix, never been better.” you and Felix walked happily, Chang bin, Lee-Know, and I.N saw and nodded while you rolled your eyes at them and still walked to get your food. 

[newty]

i Have to know what wwi au duck hunt is about??

duck hunt is one of the more complicated ones--i wrote it back in college and began rewriting it a year and a half ago?? it's a climactic insane moment where elliot confesses to nol and i wanted to shape it up bc it feels like this the entire way thru

theyre wandering around in the fields nearby the psychiatric hospital nol is a patient at. hes very comfortable in nature with his rifle, looking for things to kill, while eli is worriedly tagging along w an umbrella

nol kills a couple ducks and collects them, making him even more brainlessly content w himself. it starts pouring and nol leads them to a gazebo beside a heavy river w a bunch of canoes

they have this tense, awkward talk abt eating and food, then nol decides he wants to swim bc hes already wet and he's still riding this weird, unthinking high of feeling in his element. elliot's like, no wtf

so nol grabs him and runs across the canoes like a plank bridge until one inevitably shifts and knocks them into the river. eli panics, and nol yanks them back to the shore.

theres a huge physicality to the water eli gets dragged from, the shore pebbles he gets pulled onto, nol's hands on him and nol's body above his to shield him from the rain. this is not making eli feel any better, and hes like 'fml never do that again sir'

the convo becomes 'why do u call me sir. its weird.' / bc i respect u / 'no u dont. theres smth wrong w ur respect.'

so eli just explodes like yeah!! there IS smth wrong w it!! and wrong w me!! and im gonna just spell it out in the most convoluted way bc im frustrated and afraid!!

so nol sits there with a single dead braincell. barely understands any of it. and comes out of the convo with a Sinking Suspicion that being institutionalized for several manic breakdowns in Not the worst thing wrong with him, and perhaps he is in love w this medic thats been bullying him across the somme offensive

eli sits there w a braincell that feels like its being pinned to a torture table. nol tells him to go back to town, but hes like 'mmmm no' bc maybe he'd rather feel like a prey animal abt to be killed by a machisimo madman than be alone. so nol hands him a dead duck like. 'k. ur good at taking bullets out so'

[milksnake-tea]

EVEN MORE MERMAID LORE

•Long got more protective of the mermaids because of the loss they experienced, therefore they created a lot of beautiful isolated shelters for the mermaid near the water bodies. For example, you might find an eerie looking cave near a water body but when you go inside there are a group of mermaids and a big, intricate gazebo floating on the water. There are tons of these but very few can be found or made public. Said shelters was made by Long with the intention of safety, so mermaids usually use these shelters to keep mermaid stones, treasures, and raise their young.

•In the more detailed mermaid shelters, there are statues or paintings of the late sea spirit.

•The mermaids got their good looks from the sea spirit, yet varies in appearance because they're also made from the different beings in the ocean. Which is why they look nothing like Long. Mermaids refer to the late sea spirit as their mother.

•Long passed down the protective instinct to the Vidyadharas because of the trauma of losing their companion. Naturally Vidyadharas are also protective of mermaids because they're more vulnerable on land. Also dragons liking pretty things? Yeah, they got it from Long too.

•Long also created the mermaids because of their late friend's wish, to be friends for all eternity. Even if there are heartbreaks, Long managed to fulfill it through the Vidyadharas and mermaids' friendship or romance despite the reincarnation cycles. 🧠

AWWWWW THE LITTLE COVES 🥹🥹🥹 I LOVE THAT SMM ALSO QUESTIONNN ARE ALL MERMAIDS FEMALE OR ARE THERE OTHER GENDERS :00 BUT LONG SO TRUE

ALSO BESTIE ,, DONT TAKE THIS AS ME BEING MAD BTW BUT IF U SEND ONE MESSAGE IN PLZ DONT SEND IN ANOTHER BEFORE I ANSWER BC I GET OVERWHELMED 🥹🥹 AGAIN NOT ANGRY JUST LETTING U KNOW BBG

[prentissluvr]

hear me out on this one…

farmhand! sammy x ranch(or farm) owner’s kid! reader…

could be daughter or son but i wanted it to be as gender neutral as possible!!! this would obviously be set back in the old times (im thinking somewhere between the 50’s-60’s)

sam and his brother would be looking for work and find out that your father, who owns a big ranch, is looking for workers to do different tasks around the farm. this includes milking cows, feeding the animals, collecting produce and fixing fences etc

obviously, they would go to your father and what do they know! they start work a week later and get their own small cabin on your fathers ranch for easy access!!

this would lead to you meeting your dads latest and newest workers, both of them making a good impression when you first meet, but sammy would take an immediate liking to u, and vice versa. he’d do things to get u to notice him! like building things in the patch of grass in front of your window (don’t ask how he knows that it’s your window..), or or!! walking the sheep back to the farm and going the long way just because that means he’d run into you on his way back because that’s where the gazebo you sit at to read is located!

i’m gonna skip the details of how u got together, but i can see that readers father would be a little put off considering sam is one of his workers, but once he sees how happy he makes his kid, he’s in for it! best believe you’re getting the best wedding in town! on your own ranch!!

afterwards, sam and dean move in to the big house! they’d still do work, obviously, considering that’s how they get their money

IM A GENIUS

- 🧺

OKAY OKAY YESSS LITERAL FACTS YOU ARE A GENIUS MY FRIEND !!! i loveeeee this idea so much you don't even know LIKE

ugh sammy in his little overall working the fields HAHA SUCH A CUTIE PATOOTIE. he's just like. the most polite young gentleman in the whole wide world. he's so so respectful and kind and sweet, always going above and beyond with his work.

AND I'M SCREAMINGGGG i just love love loveee the idea of him doing things to get your attention and he thinks he's being subtle BUT HE'S NOTTT LOLOL he's slightly awkward, but it's completely endearing and you barely notice it due to how sweet he's being all the time. anyways but you notice him going out of his way to get your attention or to be near you and you welcome it. you'll invite him to town with you or ask him to come along when you shop with the excuse that you'll need someone extra to help bring everything home. every time you initiate something with him, he's so so giddy like a puppy wagging its tail!

eventually, you stop seeking out his company with any sort of excuse, and you'll spend any rare workless afternoon exploring the nearby woods or watching the clouds from the wildflower meadow just down the road. you eat with him on his lunch breaks and bring him fresh bread and lemonade from the kitchen.

ugh ranch wedding I LOVE IT!! also also also we can insert ellen and jo who run the town's best bar!! and we get a side dean and jo love story hehe <333

UGH I LOVE THIS BESTIE I REPEAT, YOU REALLY ARE A GENIUS <33

[adultswim2021]

Frisky Dingo #20: “The Debate, Part One” | October 8, 2007 - 12:00AM | S02E07

Did Frisky Dingo peak during the last episode? I say yes. She said yes.

The loathsome Killface is preparing with his debate with the loathsome Xander Crewes. There’s another pointless Ferris Bueller reference (”Something D-O-O economics”). Xander is imprisoned on the Xtacles ship which… I might not have mentioned at all in my last episode recap? I actually wrote that entry like two days after watching the actual episode. I try not to let that happen. I’m sorry. 

Speaking of stuff I don’t think I touched on: Wendell visited Cody in prison. That’s a holdover from season one, where Wendell shoots one of the other agents while solemnly declaring “this is for Cody”, who he did not actually kill. In fact when Cody shows up, alive, Wendell throws the gun into his hands as to pin the wrap on him. The joke here is basically that Wendell just loves shooting people dead to get out of trouble, I guess.

Also worth noting: we return to the use of documentary talking head segments, which I think they’ve been taking a break from. They were present in the first episode of the show especially. I’m guessing there’s some need for this later on? (I am lying: I am writing this after having watched the next episode. I am not guessing. I sorta know). 

Okay, so the reason Xander is imprisoned on the ship is because Sinn, known to the Xtacles as Hooper, has taken control on the Xtacles ship. I believe her single-minded goal is to murder Killface, so taking him prisoner seems gratuitous. I guess she just doesn’t want him taking back over. He gets stuck in a cell with Ronnie, who raped him in season one, LOL. This is why we need to strengthen the men’s right’s movement in this country, because this is an outrage.

Hey, just kidding, everyone. I don’t have opinions or values of any kind, except for when it comes to pointing out references to old TV shows. Ronnie references Jack Benny when says “violin man with slave”, by the way. Also his poster hiding the big hole in the side of the Xtacles ship is a reference to Shawshank Redemption. Ever seen it? Check it out! Just go to the IMDB Top 250 and click the link and you can watch it for free probably.

So Killface shoots his campaign manager because she insults the Anhiliatrix, which is currently being looked over by Sinn/Hooper and the Xtacles. She wants to get it back in working order. Xander and Ronnie crash through a gazebo after running out of rocket fuel in Xander’s rocket pants. They don’t land on any nerds, but they do run into Wendell, there for some drug or arms deal. Xander and Ronnie pretend they’re the guys he’s looking for to get a ride from him on his scooter. He’s dressed like a neo-nazi (complete with skinhead bald cap) as part of some new fundraising scheme from Killface’s campaign (at least that’s what he says). 

This one is okay. The plot moves, and that’s fine, and so far the story is more cohesive than season one. It seems like they may have actually made plans for the whole season, even. Season one was full of self-conscious attempts to make fun of their own lack of preparation with meta humor. But the sad truth is it’s only a little above average compared to the rest of the series, and doesn’t reach the heights of the previous episode. Not by a long shot.

MAIL BAG:

You're a man! you're the man! And soon you will be a Robot Chicken man!

*screaming it so loud that it hurts u* FUCK YOUUUUUUU

[swallowtail-jumper]

Nightrage Drag and Shattered Gorge have both been moved to different locations. The Shattered Gorge has relocated to a cavern on the side of an actual gorge. 

The Nightrage Drag has relocated to a swamp. Alpine’s swamp, specifically, where there are huge boulders (huge for imperial standards) all in a row that have each been carved out on the inside so as to give 5 separate ‘districts’. The districts are as such: “royalty” (where the royal family and its guards live), “educational” (where the new magic school is being built and will reside), “recreational” (where all the fun stuff is), “residential” (where everyone else lives), and “religious” (where the devout can go to pray or any religious rituals can occur)

Small businesses would fall in the residential area, as the citizens are wont to sell out of their homes

[tomholland1996simp]

Family isn’t just by blood || Tom Holland

Warning: Most fluff and happy but some angst with swear words and a little shouting. Upset y/n but then is happy.

pairing: DadTom

Summary: Could you make one where the reader and Tom celebrate there child’s birthday party.(Use scarlett again if u want) And Toms family comes over and y/n’s family is meant to as well. However her small side of the family to her mum comes but her dads side doesn’t. She tries to act not sad at all by it until two someone’s appear late to the party. Just make something up.

Today is a very special day, not only is the weather outside beautiful it’s also my daughters birthday, Scarlett. Me and Tom have prepared a small children’s party to celebrate her 4th birthday. Scarlett was born a little before the lock down, which means when covid happened we were all stuck inside without seeing the family.

But now finally we can all come together as a family to celebrate our little holland’s birthday. Of course I’ve met Toms family before, we have been dating now for 6 years and have been engaged for about 8months now. His family really support our relationship and there always so kind and welcoming to there family.

My family on the other hand they can be kind and nice sometimes. Well my mums side of the family are so sweet, my dads side are not as sweet as that seem. Throughout mine and Toms relationship and pregnancy my dads family has been nothing but unsupported and fake. They hadn’t even tried to take time out of there day to see how our daughter was or even me.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my dads side of the family even though I shouldn’t. Even as a child they never really cared for me, during a long period of my life they abandoned me, my mum, my brother and even my dad. It was only when I was 11 they came back after 8 years, making up some stupid excuse. Yeah, it really did affect me in my life as a teenager and still now. Knowing you didn’t have your family to talk to really sucked, especially with all the problems with my parents at that time.

You see, as a kid I always wanted to have this perfect life. I wanted a great boyfriend, a good job and eventually start a family. It was hard for me to get what I have now, and honestly I couldn’t wish for any better with Scarlett and Tom.

My parents used to always argue every day and every night. My siblings used to protect me from them arguments, me being the youngest. Eventually once my older sister and brother moved out they got worse. They started to argue more and more but it started to get physical.

Sometimes I would get hurt not just mentally, physically too. I would stand in front of them at around 12 years old trying to stop it, my mum would try swing for my dad and I would get punched in the face. The next day they always were best friends, cuddled up on the sofa like nothing happened. My mum nor dad thought to apologise to me neither. They were both alcoholics at the end of the day and my dad being a druggie.

Anyways enough sad shit, the end of the day I’m trying to give Scarlett the best life that she can live. I am making sure she can come to me for any problems or whenever she’s sad, I wanna be a good mother to her the one I never really had.

So, as I was saying. Toms family and hopefully mine will come over today to celebrate Scarlett’s birthday. We had everything set up with the help of Harrison, Harry and Tuwaine of course. Part of the party is outside, we had a small gazebo up with a table full of snacks, drinks and party bags for later. Chairs were also set around the place so everyone could have a seat, alcohol was in cold buckets to keep them cool. The temperature was really hot so we decided to let a small pool out for the kids.

“Darling did I tell you that you look so beautiful today?” Tom wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I was wearing a cute white summery dress with my hair wavy, makeup light.

“aww thanks Tommy.” I rub his arms that are around my waist. “Thanks boys, I really appreciate the help” I thank Harrison, Harry and Tuwaine.

“It’s okay y/n. We love you, Tom and Scarlett. We’re always here to help” Harrison smiled at me taking a sip from his beer.

“Mummy?” Scarlett calls making my head snap back to the little girl who was in her swimming costume. “Yes, birthday girl” I smile going over to her, picking her up.

“I think someone’s at the door” She told me, pointing in the direction. Placing her back down on the grass, I walk over to the door opening it. There stood my brother Charlie with his little boy, Liam. And my sister, Kirsty with her two sons lake and Jake.

“Hii, come in. Hello Liam, Lake and Jake” I smile at the two 4 year olds and Jake the 12 year old boy. “Thanks for coming” I hug Kirsty then Charlie.

“Uncle Charlie, auntie Kirsty!” Scarlett shouts running into there arms. 

“I heard it’s someone’s birthday today, so I got a little gift. But you can’t open it until all the guests have gone as mummy’s requests” Charlie told Scarlett. It was true you didn’t want her getting her new toys out and either breaking them or other kids playing with them.

“Charlie, Kirsty. Hi how are you both?-Hey little ones” Tom walked over greeting my siblings and there kids. Obviously there was one more sibling, Kieron, he was sadly sick so he couldn’t come. “You guys want a drink?” Tom offered them.

……………….

“Hi Nikki, you look beautiful as always. Hi Dom” I greet Nikki and Dom as they enter into the garden. Now everyone was basically here, Toms cousins, grandparents, Family friends and others were here. My nan was now here with her husband, Denis.

Also my cousin Ellie and her daughter came. One of my aunties and uncles had arrived too. Sadly this was just my mums side and non was my dads. I mean what did I expect? They of course wouldn’t come. But what hurts the most is that My dad or my mum isn’t here either.

“Where’s Sam and Wayne?” Asked Ellie whilst she sips on her drink.

“Clearly they ain’t coming. I mean it’s been an hour what the fuck is wrong with them” I scoff, checking the time. I was hurt and it showed a lot.

“Hey, don’t let them get to you. It’s alright. It’s there loss. Anyways let’s play a little bit more better music, whilst I talk to Harrison” She winked walking over to the speaker.

“Daddy? Where’s grandad and nanny? Nanny said she was coming to brwing me my new doll” Scarlett cried to Tom, them only being a few metre away from me so I could hear. He stopped his conversation to kneel down to his sobbing daughter. He looked over to me, knowing I heard what she said.

“Princess don’t cry, I’m sure there coming. Maybe there just running late” He cooed the now 4 year old. “How about this. I want you to get water in this water gun and spray uncle Haz, yeah?” He smiled at her making her laugh and nod straight away, running to squirt Harrison with the water gun.

“You okay?” He walked up to me placing his cup on the table.

“Yeah, there probably not gonna come. I mean my dads side of the family most likely ain’t. My mum is a bit surprising I did try to call her.” I wanted to cry, I shouldn’t cry. I needed to keep it all in, I need to stay strong.

“Well even if they don’t come, this is your family here. Family doesn’t have to be by blood, baby. Everyone that is my family is yours and Scarlett’s.” He placed his hands on my waist, kissing my forehead.

I smiled a little just by what he had said, “Yeah, your right. It’s not the first time they’ve let me down anyways” I watch as Harrison now chases Scarlett with the water gun, her screaming when the cold water hits her.

“Mummy! Daddy! Ahhhh” She screamed laughing, running behind mine and Toms legs. “You can’t get me now” She laughed at Harrison.

Harrison smirked pointing the gun at me, “Oh yeah well i’ll get your mummy” He looked down at Scarlett then back at me.

“Don’t you dare Harrison-“ He ignored me squeezing the gun in my face. Scarlett then stepped in front of me, protecting me from this stupid boy in front of me.

“Hey! Don’t you do that to my mummy! You can do it to daddy not mummy-“ She demanded causing Tom to say a ‘What! why me and not mummy’. “Well mummy is wearing makeup, and has a nice dress on.” She reasoned with her dad, but before he could say anything back she ran over to the pool getting inside it with her cousins.

To the corner of my eye, I saw my Nan and denis talking. “I’ll be back” I told Tom before leaving his side to go speak to them.

“Hi Nanny, Denis. Do you know if mum is coming?” I ask them.

“Hello darling, I’m not sure. Her and Wayne had an argument last night and this morning they said they were going out to eat. She was meant to be coming but not so sure now” My nan told me, just as I expected. They must’ve had an argument, made up then went to drink and clearly forgot.

“Thanks Nan” I quickly walk away from both of them, going to speak to Nikki and Dom.

……………………..

“Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy to Scarlett…Happy birthday to you!” We all sang as she blowed out her candles on her beautiful princess cake.

“Daddy!” She whines as Tom pushed the cake a little into her face, pink frosting going onto her nose.

“Happy birthday, bubba” Kissing her on the head, placing her cute princess tiara on there.

“Thanks mummy” She smiled widely placing a kiss on my cheek.

“Now who wants some Cake?” Sam asked taking the cake from Tom, everyone saying whether they wanted any or not. As I looked back at Scarlett, about to ask whether she would like some, she started to look around the garden trying to search for something somebody.

“What you looking for?” I chuckle at her face as her eyes wonder around. All she did was huff, running inside the house.

“what’s up with the little one?” Ellie questioned, I just shook my head having no clue whatsoever.

Walking pass the people and inside the house, I search the rooms for my daughter. She wasn’t in the bathroom, nor her room or the kitchen, so I looked in the last place I thought she could be. Mine and Toms shared bedroom.

And she was there….laying on the bed, face planted into the pillow as soft cries escape her mouth.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

I worry, sitting by her legs. “Go away” was all that she had said before crying even more. “I-I just wanna help honey, don’t want you crying on your birthday now do we?”

“Did Nanny and Grandad forget?” she mumbled, almost not hearing her.

“What do you mean?” I curiously asked, trying to understand what she meant by what she had said.

“Nan and Grandad, they forgot about my birthday! They never come visit anymore, they don’t care about me” She cried into the pillow more. My heart Instantly broke. I never wanted her to feel it, however them even being her grandparents make her feel like they don’t care.

“Sweetheart, listen sit up look at me” I tell her, waiting till she gets up, which she does, keeping her head hanging low as sniffles just come out. “Nanny and Grandad Love you so so much. They just- listen your too young to understand right now but they do care. Nanny and grandad haven’t been feeling well lately.. They do care about you so much, okay. I used to feel like that all the time with them. They just have many problems going on right now” I lied. I had to lie to my own daughter because of them.

“I’m still upset and angry” she admitted finally looking at me in the eyes.

“And that’s okay. Your allowed to be upset and angry by them. But baby you have everyone else, you have nanny nikki and grandad Dom here.” I explain to her.

“Yeah and you have your cousins, your mummy and daddy here.” Tom walked into the room, hearing the conversation knowing it was breaking your heart too. 

“Thwankss” She smiled hugging me tight.

“How about let’s go outside and have some cake. We can finish the party?” I offer her smiling a ‘yes please’.

………………….

The party had finally died down, I was now sitting on a chair with Scarlett sleeping on me with her head nestled in my neck. She was now in the dress she had gotten into earlier that Nikki brought for her. She was shattered after being in the sun all day and dancing around to the music and playing with her family. She had such a good birthday party.

“Little birthday girl must’ve been tired” Charlie pointed to her sleeping body on me. “Yeah had a good day” I smiled, looking at the floor, my mood showing more since everyone had left.

“You okay?”

“Y-yeah, just tired now that’s all” Faking a smile on my face.

“Listen I know your hurt and upset just don’t take it to heart. There a bunch of idiots y/n” He kissed my forehead. “I’m gonna go now, i’ll see you later” He said, getting his things ready.

Once I had said my goodbyes to him, Tom came over to me sitting in the seat next to me. “Want me to carry her to bed?” Tom offered rubbing my leg.

“No it’s okay, Needed to go inside to get black bags anyways” I half-smiled standing up holding Scarlett trying not to wake her up.

Then walking into the house and straight to her bed room, taking off her dress to put her pjs on. Tucking her in, she started to stir awake so I slowly shut the lights off, leaving the room with the door a little bit open.

Now everyone had left, when I walked out of Scarlett’s bedroom Tom was saying goodbye to his brothers and thanking them for coming. He shut the door behind him, looking over at me. He knew I was still upset, he just knew not to ask.

“Right some of the rubbish is in the bin, thanks to your brothers. So there’s only a little more to do, just need to put the left over drinks in the fridge and the food in the bin if it’s been eaten” I instructed him, we both instantly getting to work. It didn’t take that long to clean, we was gonna leave some to do tomorrow as it was getting dark.

“Phew. I’m so happy that’s all-“ I couldn’t finish my sentence as the door bell rang, multiple of times. Running to the door, quickly opening the it so the person doesn’t wake up Scarlett.

There stood the two people I didn’t want to see at all. My mum and dad. Both were of course  wreaking of alcohol and my dad of strong weed. “Nope” I said going to shut the door on their faces, my dad holding it pushing it open. “No. Get out I don’t want you here” I didn’t want to see them because I knew I would break then and there.

“Y/n my darling, it’s Scarlett’s birthday” My mum slurred being too loud, making Tom come inside seeing both my parents.

“Shut up yours going to wake scarlett, the party was hours ago you missed it so leave. You stink of alcohol and-“ I see my dad pull out a packet of weed. “What the fuck! I said I didn’t want that near my daughter, nor my house get that out now!” I whisper yell at him.

“Don’t speak to your dad like that!” My mum snapped at me, making me look at her up and down.

“Please leave, you’ve done enough. You don’t even realise how much you ruined Scarlett’s birthday she’s was so upset you didn’t come, she thought you forgot and that you don’t care about her” I couldn’t care anymore they needed to hear this.

“Y/n stop being pathetic- oh Hi Tom” My mum changed her tone towards Tom, making me roll my eyes as he even knows it’s an act.

“Just get out please, that’s all I’m asking” I plead to them both loosing my patients.

“Y/n I wanna see Scarlett it’s her birthday” She started to walk towards her room but I stepped in front of her, snapping.

“SCARLETT IS ASLEEP. YOU FUCKING SAID THAT ALREADY YOU CAME LATE SO GET THE FUCK OUT! I DON’T WANT TWO ALCOHOLICS IN MY HOUSE WHERE MY DAUGHTER AND FIANCE LIVE, ITS FUCKING EMBARRASSING!” I scream at both of them, tears streaming down my face, regretting saying it as I saw my dads face.

He stepped towards me making me back away, “What did you just say?” He scrunched his fists by his sides.

Tom immediately seeing my feared face steping in the middle of us. “We will visit you another day, we’re very tired after a long day” Tom spoke nicely trying to not start anything. Surprisingly it worked. They both left slamming the door behind them.

“I knew they would do it. Why do they have to be like this! My dads family didn’t even come and see her. They didn’t leave a fucking message” I cried into his arms burying my head inside his chest.

“shhh darling it’s okay” Tom soothed stroking my back.

“Mummy? Why you crying?” I heard that sweet voice behind me, making me turn to her. She rubbed her eyes, most likely waking up from the shouting.

“I’m okay princess, go back to sleep” Fake smiling.

“I heard mummy, it’s okay really. My party was still really good. I know Nanny and Grandad are just having problems” She smiled, she was really smart for a four year old. “Don’t cry mummy please” she said holding her teddy bear, with a tear rolling down her face.

“I wanna see my two favourite girls happy, so what we’re gonna do is…Mummy and I will get ready for bed then Scarlett you wanna sleep in our bed tonight? We can watch any movie you want?” Tom suggested making me smile.

“yessss, thank you daddy” She jumped up and down. We then got ready for bed, brushing our teeth, washing our faces and then getting under the covers. We put on a princess movie, laying comfortably all together as a family.

I wasn’t sad anymore, I was with my family, who I know love me for me and will always be here.

Toms family is mine too.

It’s true what Tom said, family isn’t just by blood.

[koihanwrites]

Hello Koii, i heard your requests are open so i thought i can slip an anonymous requests for you heheh... but to the topic again.

Can i requests a tori x reader where tori confessed to them after school on the garden space? (you can search it on google if u dont know here the garden space is) please make the reader gender-neutral if its ok! its fluff btw

pls take ur time on making this request koi, love from anon <3 <3

Prologue: After school you found a suspicious letter in your locker, it said that someone wants to meet you in the garden space by the name of "H.T"... ☄. *. ⋆:

Important: The poem I made in the confession part is made by me, so please do not use it without my permission.

Tori x reader ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Gender-neutral reader 𓆩♡𓆪

Fluff + confession 𓆩♡𓆪

Requested? by anon ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Words: 978 𓆩♡𓆪

Warnings? : None!

Hello anon! Koi here, thank you so much for requesting! I really really love the idea of Tori confessing to the reader. I tried my best to make it as specific and heart-warming as possible so I'm really sorry if it's not to your liking ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა I had so much fun writing this!

My Heart Has Always Belonged To You..

You hastily copied the last sentence of the assignment on the blackboard before the professor erased it, you sigh in relief that class is finally finished, you can finally meet up with your friends after class.

"Class is dismissed, you all may leave the classroom now" the professor said in a monotone as he picked up all of his paper works on his desk. You quickly put all of your belongings in your bag, "My notebooks..pencils..ruler..my pen..ok all here" you smile to yourself as you rose from your seat and wore your bag.

You leave the classroom and go to your locker to get a few books. The hallway is filled with students talking and walking with each other which made the atmosphere light and comfortable. You walk past all of them, whilst greeting others that you're familiar with.

You finally arrived at your locker and you carefully unlocked it, as you were opening your locker a letter fell right on your shoes. You look down and curiously pick it up, examining it carefully. The letter has a rose pink colour with a heart stamp on it, it almost looks like a love letter rather than a normal letter.

You cautiously take off the stamp and carefully pull the letter out of the packaging, as soon as you touch the paper you can feel someone watching you. You take a glance behind only to find other students opening their lockers, you look back at the rose pink colored paper and read it in a slow pace.

"Meet me in the garden space after school, I have something to tell you" - From your cute H.T ♡

You slowly whisper the last word under your breath, the heart at the end of the sentence seems fairly familiar. You brush your fingers against the paper, staring at the suspicious "H.T" word. "Who could that be..?" you thought to yourself as you put the paper back inside the letter. You grab all of the books you need for your upcoming assignment and put them inside your bag, you then close the locker carelessly.

You open the backdoor of the school where the garden space is located. Once you step upon the grass of the garden space you can feel the wind blowing against your hair, the scent of the flowers around you makes you feel like you're in Wonderland. You grip onto the letter tightly and continue walking ahead. You continued to walk around the garden for a few minutes, you stopped on your tracks when you found someone with a short boy near a gazebo, he looked like he was waiting for someone.

You walk towards the boy with much curiosity. Your eyes met with his, "T-tori!?" you blurted out with surprisement, you didn't expect one of your best friends to be here. His cheeks were dusted with a colour of rose pink like the colour of the letter you found in your locker. "(name)-sama!- H-hello!" he replied with his hands on his chest to keep them from beating so fast.

He noticed that you have the letter that he sneakingly slipped on your locker, "so you have the letter huh.." he silently whispered to himself but it was crystal clear for you. "Are you the one who invited me here, Tori?" his cheeks turn more of a darker shade of pink upon hearing his name. "I-i did! I have something to tell you.." he gently holds your hands with his as he took a deep breath and looks at you with eyes that spoke honestly.

"If my feelings are true then you shall too. Guide our hearts till the end of night, as they hold each other's arms as tight. In a world where we belong, our hearts shall get along. Slowly pressing our fingers together, intertwining them like the constellations above the sky. If we fall into an eternity on the abyss, then I'll make sure that you fall into a never-ending bliss. (Name)..when my eyes first laid on yours, I felt a spark in my heart, that spark changed the way I viewed the world because of you. (Name), my heart has always belonged to you since the first day we met, and I hope your heart feels the same way.."

"I hope your heart feels the same way.." those words echoed into your mind, each sentence he spoke was laced with honey as his emerald eyes stared deep into your eyes. Your cheeks immediately turned red after he finished his sentence,"how come someone who is in the biggest 3 must be attracted to me?? and how did he know that I have feelings for him??-" your head starts to fill with endless questions that no one can ever answer at once.

Your mind stops functioning when you feel a soft hand touch your cheek, you open your eyes to see Tori's face so close to you. "Y-your answer (Name)" Tori said as he childishly gave you a pouty face. You burst into laughter because of how cute he is, Tori just looks at you dumbfounded, his cheeks becoming redder as well as the tip of his ears.

"My heart--feels the same way, It's a yes.."

His eyes widened at your response, his heart skipped a bit as well. "Y-you do?! Uhmm of course y-you do!! ♪ '' you happily giggle at his childish behaviour. You were about to tease him but you were taken back when his lips pressed onto yours, it was surprisingly soft and gentle. Your stomach filled with butterflies at the sudden kiss yet you want this to last long. You and Tori's lips parted for a while leaving you both in a blushing mess.

"I love you! (name)" he giggles and pressed a kiss on your cheek.

"I love you too, Tori" you smiled at him as you lace your fingers with his.

A/n: Wataru was the one who helped Tori with his confession WHAHAHAH. When Tori finally have the confidence to say that you and him are a thing now to the other fine members, Yuzuru kinda cried because of happiness since Tori had been talking about you 24/7 and the poor butler had to listen to all of them. Eichi will be very proud and happy for Tori that he finally told you his feelings, Eichi will be the one who will stop Yuzuru from crying HUSAHDAD. I can imagine Wataru being so proud for himself for helping Tori with his confession lol, he will tease you and Tori non-stop so be careful when you saw him dear reader..

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The end..... ✩

[kerizaret]

IM SCREAMING HOLY

I'M

HELLO???????? OP CHRISTMAS STILL ISN'T FOR ANOTHER MONTH?????

THIS IS SO SO BEAUTIFUL YOU DID IT SO MUCH JUSTICE, IT REALLY LOOKS SO MUCH LIKE I IMAGINED IT ;-;

I genuinely don't know what to say, that's so nice to see I couldnt imagine my silly imaginary world could inspire someone so much to DRAW IT OUT

I LOOVE LOVE the idea of it being b&w with splashes of colour ;-;; I haven't thought about it but it feels so right. The fact my art inspired that is also just ;-;;;;

THE WATERFALL FALLING FEOM A LITTLE LAKE!!!!! I COULD CRY!!! And the paper bridge and the clouds surrounding it and the islands... you pictured it all so well and it's so pretty AAAAAH

You are SO RIGHT about the library gazebo. Love the little benches under the tree and the colourful flowers everywhere bringing life and colour to where it's b&w

I think the first sky colour was like how I imagined it but!! The grey/ black&white sky feels like how it could get at night! It makes the colours stand out more, like when ideas spring more into life during the late hours for me if that makes sense

Hey op do u want it to be a joint SEKAI because I don't deserve it for myself anymore /hj

15 for the pjsk ask game

15. If you had a SEKAI, what would it be?

ONE OF THE HARDEST OF THE QUESTIONS QUITE HONESTLY

My thought was that it would be made of floating islands of various sizes, suspended in some evening sky-like space. They could be connected by bridges made of pages of paper. Maybe some would be at first unreachable but gain connections/bridges as the SEKAI develops

Floating SEKAI...? Island SEKAI? Dreamland SEKAI?

Maybe there would be two suns or several moons, depending on the time of day. Below the lowest islands would be just a "floor" of clouds that you can't fall below

The islands would probably each be a bit different but with recurring motifs, but I don't exactly know what at the moment. There could be tents or gazebos somewhere. Probably some flowers, a lot of clouds, maybe some books.

The general idea is like this I guess

[melis-writes]

oo what if Victoria told Michael about Arthur, a lawyer she went out with, years after they got married 😏can u imagine Michael’s jealousy esp cause Arthur is someone she has a lot these in common with 😭😭

Omgggggg!! Okay, I definitely missed writing jealous Michael, honestly lmaoooo! 😂😳❤

“Sooooo…” You slip off your kitten heels, curling up next to Michael on the patio swing with a grin. “You must have missed me, huh?”

“Did I?” Michael murmurs, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. “I missed you all last night but I certainly wouldn’t miss seeing the sight of dozens of lawyers stuffed in one room.”

“Fair enough,” you giggle, unable to help yourself from blushing at the sight of Michael so relaxed and casual; only in a loose white dress shirt with the unbuttons halfway undone and a pair of black trousers—his hair simply brushed through and tousled as the two of you spend time with one another at the estate’s gazebo.

“How was it, baby?” Michael pulls out his cigarette pack from the pocket of his trousers before planting a kiss over your cheek. “I know I didn’t get a proper chance to ask how the reunion went last night because you were so exhausted.”

“Oh, I think if you asked I’d probably have fallen asleep answering the question halfway.” You admit, sheepishly. “I didn’t expect the event to last so long, for one and I almost certainly didn’t expect everyone to show.”

“Full party, hmm?” Michael puts a cigarette in his mouth, tossing his pack onto the patio table next to him. “All the graduates from 1945 were there?”

“Just about,” you nod as Michael takes out his lighter and cups his hand around the flame to light up his cigarette. “Salvatore Romano’s family was there too, you know. I know he technically never ‘graduated’, per say as he should have, but his parents knew how much he loved Dartmouth so they wanted to have a little celebration to honour his memory.”

“Hmm.” Michael leans back, relaxing his muscles as you both swing back and forth slowly. “I would have hoped you’d remind that brother of yours about this.”

“No use, believe me.” You cross your arms with a soft sigh. “I got so emotional just seeing them cry over Salvatore’s graduation portrait, I had to actually separate myself from them. They didn’t come to celebrate, they came to grieve.”

“Understandable,” Michael nods at you, “but at the same time their loss isn’t shared by everyone else. I don’t personally see it appropriate to do that at a celebration, but a funeral.”

“Right.” You run your hands up and down Michael’s arm as his hand rests over your thigh, massaging as you go. “I decided the only way I was going to enjoy my evening tear free was seeing all my colleagues and sorority sisters there too. Lots of familiar faces.”

“I always found it interesting we were both involved with sororities and fraternities.” Michael gazes at you. “Wouldn’t surprise me if Niccolo and Verona did the same.”

“Very true.” You chuckle, “but also too soon to tell. Is it true that’s where you met most of your girlfriends?”

“My girlfriends?” Michael raises his brows at you, but doesn’t sense any semblance of jealousy from your tone of voice or over your expression.

“Yeah.” The grin on your lips grows wider as you gently nudge Michael. “Or was Fredo lying to me all those years back when he told me Moe Greene teased you about ‘all those cheerleaders’ you went out with?”

“Fredo,” Michael rolls his eyes and takes a short drag out of his cigarette. “Of course Fredo told you. No, it wasn’t a lie. That did happen.”

“How many?” Curiosity grows in your eye as you tug on Michael’s arm. “Tell meee…”

“Baby, who cares?” Michael rests his head against the patio swing cushion, looking at you. “Nothing but pointless college flings and relationships years back—unless it’s bothering you?”

“Bothering me?” You burst into a fit of giggles, shaking your head. “Don’t be ridiculous, why would that bother me? You take me as the very jealous type?”

“Maybe.” Michael chuckles, holding his cigarette between his fingers and stealing a kiss from your lips. “Either way, it amuses me. Why do you ask?”

“Just seems like something the Michael Corleone would do.” You smirk, shrugging your shoulders innocently.

“College flings are pointless.” Michael flicks off the ashes on the tip of his cigarette. “You’ve had them yourself, hmm?”

“Yeah, very, very pointless and spontaneous.” You agree, “just one casual relationship and the rest is history.”

Michael pauses, instantly feeling a spike of jealousy shoot through him. “Casual relationship?”

“Hmm?” You blink back at Michael, having no intention on purpose to actually make him jealous as the words just slipped out of your mouth.

“You were in a relationship with someone?” Michael’s eyes dart back to you as he puts his cigarette in his mouth.

“Yeah, but just one.” You exhale softly, relaxing. “That was waaaaaay back, I’m talking 1942, 1943.”

“You didn’t tell me that.” Michael points out. “I would have remembered.”

“Would you?” You hold back your giggles, “does it maaaaaatter, Michael? Years and years ago, remember? It’s all water under the bridge now. He and I bumped into each other last night and—”

“Who is he?” Michael’s question comes out much more stern than even he anticipated to speak out as.

“Michael, baby,” you can’t help but almost feel a little thrilled at the sudden sight of Michael growing very jealous. “Come on.”

“He was a lawyer too?” If anything, Michael feels his blood run hot just asking the questions.

Although the relationship you and Arthur Kirkland had was over a decade ago before you and Michael even knew of one another, just the mention of another man loving you and being with you romantically stuns Michael with immense possessiveness.

“Mhmm. His name is Arthur Kirkland.” You decide to play along, knowing the most Michael will do is accompany you to Dartmouth reunions as your husband but nowhere near anything violent or ridiculous such as how your brother Lorenzo had Salvatore Romano killed.

An instant look of annoyance crosses over Michael’s face as he diverts his attention to his cigarette. “Two lawyers dating one another, huh? How did that happen?”

You get that it’s a rhetorical, sarcastic question but there’s no way you’re not answering it now. “We had more than enough in common and couldn’t stop bumping into each other outside of lectures and seminars, let alone in class.”

“Should have married him.” Michael mutters, blowing out smoke to his side.

“What’s that?” You lean in, giggling. “Is that…?” You kiss the tip of Michael’s nose, “jealousy?”

“You’re teasing me.” Michael rolls his eyes. “I am no such thing, I was merely curious.”

“Sure, sure.” You laugh softly, plopping back down on the patio swing and putting your feet up on Michael’s lap. “I saw how fast your mood changed the minute I mentioned it! So Michael Corleone can date cheerleaders but I’m the bad guy for dating Mr. Kirkland?”

“Not at all, I wouldn’t imply so.” Michael puts out his cigarette, not impressed at all whatsoever with the conversation. “Just that you saw him last night, didn’t you?”

“Uh huh,” you graze your tongue over your teeth as Michael begins to rub over your legs and thighs. “Of course he was there, we graduated together.”

“My absence aside, I’m sure the two rocks on your fingers told him you were happily married.” Michael gestures to your engagement ring and wedding band over your hands.

“Mhmm.” You giggle quietly. “Don’t worry, he knows. He congratulated me about it. It’s hard to miss, not like that jealousy of yours.”

“You can keep saying that word but it has no meaning to me.” Michael pulls you up onto his lap by your thighs. “All I know is that you’re mine, and I’m yours.”

“All I know,” you repeat after Michael, cupping his cheeks. “Is that you’re jealous.”

“Victoria—” Michael groans in annoyance.

“And sooooo sexy,” you tease, kissing him over the mouth. “Mmm, mwah. You’re mine now and forever,” you hold up Michael’s ring finger, waving his hand in his face. “Just as we promised each other eight years ago. No cheerleaders involved.”

“No ‘Arthur Kirkland’ involved.” Michael squeezes your thighs, looking at you expectantly.

“All gone and forgotten in the past, baby. You’re still jealous though,” you giggle quietly as you straddle Michael’s lap.

“Stop saying that word and just kiss me already.” Michael rolls his eyes again, leaning into you.