#woo what a doozy

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this heaven of mud | 94k

winter, 2002: Draco Malfoy is absolutely fine, thank you very much. summer, 2008: Harry Potter is, er- well, not good exactly, but definitely better. Yeah. Better than before.

A love story told in two somewhat unreliable parts, over six years. Featuring secret shagging, to friends, to the ‘how is it fair for someone to say your name like that’ sort of friends, to, finally, someone you could call a home.

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this fic is now complete!

featuring: alternating points of view, whole buckets of pining, affectionately venomous conversations between Slytherins, three-foot-wide clairvoyant orchids, swans who had previous lives as pillows, Draco having a terrible fiancé, social worker Harry, more pining if you can believe it and, I swear- a happy ending.

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[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

MTL 18+

Who in atz do you think could be a mean dom? Full on mocking and teasing maybe maybe even some degradation (doesn’t have to include degradation)

In my opinion↓

I think woo, hwa, yeo, joong would be towards the top. gi imo would definitely be last he’s a big softy. Im not so confident about yun, gho, or san but id like to say they’re more towards the bottom.

•More•

Woo (what can I say🤷)

Hwa (he’ll be so sweet while ‘bullying’ you. prepping soft kisses while being so so mean ☹️)

Joong (again what can I say😗)

Yeo (ik ik he’s a sweetheart but hear me out. he thinks of himself as a doberman instead of a maltese is all I’m saying. think he has a lot more bite than he lets on)

Yun (I feel neutral about him idk.)

San (possibly can switch spots with gho)

Gho (possibly can switch spots with san)

Gi (I don’t think he’d enjoy degrading his s/o in any way shape or form. even without degradation I don’t think he’d be mean possibly afraid of hurting them or himself lol. meanest I could picture him being is him teasing you. calling you mean dirty things, mocking you etc nahhh I don’t see it tbh 🤷😗)

•Least•

How would you place them instead ?

This is the next ask to answer and omg what a doozy, what an absolute fkn (horny) doozy.

It's taken me weeks to complete this post because I keep thinking and changing my answers lol.

Disclaimer: This is all speculation and not to be taken for reality.

Who in Ateez Could Be a Mean Dom?

Most!

Jeong Yunho No 1!!!

Of course I'm going to put Yunho as the meanest dom in Ateez because firstly, he's the ONLY member of Ateez that's a 100% 'suit-wearing, lamorghini driving dilfy-ass' DOM!- all the rest of the members are switches.

Whilst he doesn't have the biggest degrading kink, he's still a mean dom in my mind because he'd be the type to love to mock, edge, tease and humiliate yourself in front of him.

His natal chart also indicates he could be a downright sadist and enjoy objectifying whoever his submissive partner, like downright depersonalising you and treating you like property.

Yunho's dominant presence reminds me of James Spader's character from the movie 'Secretary' and in the movie, he has a bdsm relationship with his secretary (duhh) and he's a mean/hard dom.

In the movie, they're roleplaying a scene where he tells the secretary to place her hands on the table and she cannot move her hands until he comes back to her and he's gone for HOURS and he doesn't come back until she's fallen asleep (and peed herself).

Then he comes back and completes the scene and there's a beautiful aftercare segment where it shows him giving her water, he picks her up and carries her to the bathtub where he cleans her and washes her hair. The bathing scene then cuts to him gently placing her on his bed where he proceeds to absolutely worship her and treat her like a princess.

And yeah- that's how I imagine Yunho as a dom.

Also, Secretary is a great film in general that shows how a dominant should take care of their submissive PROPERLY and it also highlights how he enhances the life of the secretary/submissive for the better.

In another scene, there's a moment where they are having a conversation and he encourages her to be more independent and tells her to go take a walk because it's sunny and it'll be good for her mental health.

And Maggie Gyllenhaal is sexy in it and James Spader is SEXY in it!

James Spader is a Capricorn Venus and Mars so he was perfect for the role honestly and I know he's unconventionally attractive for the girlies who get it- you get it.

Park Seonghwa!!

He's the second because he's not a dom, he's a switch with a heavy dominant preference...probably 90% dominant to 10% submissive but as a dom- he'd be a mean one indeed.

His Aries Mars indicates he doesn't have the best stamina and *finishes* quickly so think 10-15 minute rounds but A LOT of them.

He's a mean dom because this Mars sign have the type to be a bit selfish, so for example, you have 4 rounds with Seonghwa and he'll expect you to prioritise his needs in the first two and then he'll satisfy you in the last two.

Would be the type to almost bring you to orgasm and make you wander around frustrated from a ruined orgasm for hours before giving you the euphoria you desire.

Jung Wooyoung!!!

Wooyoung is one of the three true switches of the group and I'm including him under Wooyoung because he would be a mean dom but also a bratty dom and enjoy mocking you in social settings.

He's got a bit of voyeurism kink most likely and so I can imagine him being mean to you by allowing you to go out the girls at the club but he'll leave a huge bite mark on your neck and expect you to leave it uncovered for everyone to see.

Definitely an edger, like I can imagine him running his fingers up your thighs while you're chatting with someone at the dinner table, going so close to where you need it but just never close enough so you're all red-faced and antsy whilst talking to others.

Kim Hongjoong!!!

Hongjoong is smack in the middle because I always mention how he's the most flexible with his kinks and interests.

He's one of the more switchiest members of the group and it doesn't matter if you're a brat or obedient, he'll tailor his personal interests to what you like and enjoy.

In terms of meanness, he is a Sagittarius Mercury so he could enjoy a little bit of degradation but I think he'd be more 'mean' in his love for edging, overstimulation, teasing etc.

He's also more into the psychological aspect of being mean so instead of calling you degrading words, he might be mean by making you crawl on your hands or knees etc.

Choi Jongho!!!

I'm placing Jongho here for the same reason as Hongjoong even though I think he's more dominant than Hongjoong, I don't think he'd be as into degradation as Hongjoong.

I feel he'd more show his mean/hard dom energy by restraining you with his size or with shoving your underwear in your mouth so you struggle with the audacity of teasing Jongho as he edges or overstimulates you.

Choi San!!!

Choi San is one of the true 'switchy' members of the group and could easily adapt to your desires and preferences so whilst I think he could be into being mean- I'm not sure he would pursue that unless you initiate.

He's a Leo Venus and they're extremely words of affirmation oriented and his fancalls consistently highlight his love of praise and being complimented- so I'm just not feeling it with him.

He'd love to spank your arse and manhandle you in multiple positions before degrading you verbally.

Kang Yeosang!!!

It's not that he could be a hard dom I just reckon he'd be bad at it and you couldn't take him seriously if he stuttered.

'are you being a b-bad girl for me?'

Let's be real, most would laugh if his voice broke during dirty talk.

Least

Mingi is least because (imo) he is the subbiest member of Ateez and I legit think he would actually feel bad if he was degrading towards you.

I think he would try if you asked him but I think he'd feel guilty about it or he would overthink about it and worry if you thought he'd actually meant those things?

I feel it would cause more harm to his health emotionally being the giver than if he would the receiver.

Not that I think Mingi would enjoy receiving the degradation but I think he could handle receiving it more knowing you'll praise him afterwards.

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[itsnicsalad]

I just wanted to say your mouthwashing art, specifically the drawing of the whole crew wrapping Curly in bandages is gorgeous and I love it! Everyone’s positions and expressions also shows their roles in the story so well! Daisuke thinks his captain is great and doesn’t realize the full extent of the situation so he looks kind and has a dream like expression on his face. Like he’s just in his own world. Anya is also being gentle but she looks like she’s almost begrudgingly doing it because she wants to help him but is also hurt over him not helping her. She won’t abandon him though in his time of need like he did her. Swansea is angry that Curly failed to act and be the leader he’s supposed to, so he doesn’t feel the need to care for him like Curly should’ve. Like he wants to remind him of what a captain should be. And Jimmy (who’s on Curly’s right side and is also his right hand man) has this look where it seems he’s trying to be trusting, but Curly’s eye specifically being bandaged symbolizes how blinded he is to Jimmy’s true nature. That Jimmy can just pull the wool over Curly because he’s is too trusting of Jimmy and can’t see (or maybe won’t) the danger. Anya and Daisuke look like they’re trying to help him, Swansea looks like he’s trying to knock some sense into him, and Jimmy looks like he’s just trying to control him like he always has. Thank you for letting me ramble, hope you have a great day!

woo that was a doozy to read. im gonna be honest i love reading analyses like this,, seeing how people interpret my work🙏 hit the nail on the head lol

[spiky-berry21]

Calliope: Recollection

(a poorly drawn mini-comic inspired by a recent convo between yours truly and @ahhhh-118, enjoy!)

Translation:

Cairns family homestead, 1917...

Adeline: Calliope?... Where are you going with that shovel?

Calliope: just gonna go withdraw some money, mum.

Calliope (in mind): just a little money...

A few years earlier...

Robert: Oi, Calli! Where yah goin'?

Calliope: Goin' down to feed the sheep, why?

Callum: *narrows eyes in suspicion*

Robert: You've only got a few more bucks in your allowance, so.yah betta make it count.

Calliope: Yessir!

Calliope (in present mind): *sigh*

Calliope (still in present mind): It's just to keep us fed... I promise I'll pay you back... Someday

For context, this follows an eighteen year old Calliope (aka, when she still had long hair) whose mother approaches her about where she's going. Calliope responds that she's going to withdraw money, but doesn't tell her that she's withdrawing money from the secret stash of money Calli and her brothers had stolen from banks and buried out on their families property (they come from a family of cattle farmers). Calli reminisces to herself about only taking a little, before we're thrown back to a fifteen year old Calli with her two older brothers Robert and Callum. Robert asks Calli where she's going and she responds with lie, of which her brothers catch onto. Robert replying with what he knows she's actually going to do, and says to use the rest of what she has in her 'allowance' wisely. As to make it even they had divided up their loot. Calli salutes him with her shovel before we cut to eighteen year old Calli thinking to herself, this time about how she would pay back her brothers the money she took from them to be able to feed her and her mother while they were away fighting in the great war. If they ever did come home, that is...

Woo, that was a doozy! Sorry for making the post so long 😅, there was just too much info I wanted to stuff in. Thank you so very much to the people that read this far!

With that in mind, have a splendiferous day/night!

[sanjuwrites]

wip wednesday

woo boy this was a doozy to pick

thanks to @paperstorm, @birdclowns, @carlos-in-glasses, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @bonheur-cafe, @theghostofashton, and @reyesstrand for the tag!

TK looks baffled as he looks at Carlos, eyes wide. “Ca – Rubio, what the hell are you doing?”

“Logan, you’ve been playing hot and cold with me since I showed up here again, and I just don’t understand what you want from me. I’m so tired of trying to figure out how to get you to love me, and to care about me without it coming back to my job and the way I try to do it. I can’t change that part of me. I don’t want you, because I will resent you for it – and I want to love you, you daft idiot.”

Carlos is leaning against the wall, and TK boxes him in, pressing his hands into the wall on either side of his head. TK leans down and whispers into his ear, “there’s cameras in this hall, aren’t there?”

Carlos nods slightly, leaning his head back, making it look like TK was kissing up and down his neck and earlobe. “I’m going to push you into the room behind us, okay?”

Carlos lets out a breathy yes as TK bites down on the skin of his neck, devolving into a moan as TK licks at it softly.

They crash into the bedroom, barely having the wherewithal to shut the door before TK is frantically shoving Carlos’s jacket off his shoulders, hands roaming his shoulders and clawing at shirt, desperately trying to get to the skin underneath, their mouths fused together. 

Carlos pulls away, laughing lightly at the whine that leaves TK’s mouth, “just give me a second, let me take my shirt off. Do the same, keep your hands busy, if you need to.”

Carlos makes it through half the buttons before he’s pulling the shirt over his head, hooking an arm around TK’s neck and pulling their faces back together, “I desperately need to take the edge off and we have at least an hour to kill.”

TK pulls back, confused, “What?”

“I’ll explain later, just shut up and take your pants off.” 

i'm gonna tag @alrightbuckaroo, @liminalmemories21, and @lightningboltreader!

[moonferry]

who's that pokemon? "it's pikachu!" it's fsioy chapter 6! "fuuuu-"

omg hi guys i FINALLY finished chapter 6 and this one is a DOOZY. like its twice the length of the last chapter, which was already twice the length of a normal chapter. this is FOUR TIMES THE LENGTH OF A NORMAL CHAPTER GUYS.

warnings: emotional abuse, emotional manipulation, physical abuse, parental abuse (mentioned), anger issues/uncontrollable anger issues, drowning (used as a metaphor), religion(mentioned)

word count: 4347

summary: kent and jodi tell jodi's mother about their engagement, shit hits the fan, and then they finally get married (woo)

ao3 link: here

other chapters: chapter masterlist

April 19XX, Midtown Zuzu City – Middle Of The War | One Day Until Deployment

“You WHAT?!” Jodi’s mother asked angrily. Her face was bright red and her teeth were bared. Kent could’ve sworn he noticed a small stream of white smoke funneling out of her ears. Needless to say, this encounter was not going as smoothly as he hoped. 

The two decide to (rather stupidly) tell Jodi’s mother of their engagement. If you could really call it that, anyway. It didn't help that, given the situation, they would have to get married that very day. This fact did not go over well with Jodi’s mother, which brings us back to the present: Kent and Jodi are standing in the backroom of the small bookstore, receiving an earful from Jodi’s mother about how “irresponsible” they were. 

“I told you to stay away from my daughter,” Mrs. Smith - Jodi’s mother - barked, sending a glare in Kent's direction. He shrank down under the pressure of her look - it felt as if a thousand tiny, jagged knives were piercing his skin. He was definitely not a fan, in fact, he was actually quite afraid. 

“I know, Ma’am, and I’m sor-” Kent tried to defend himself, though he was quickly cut off. 

“You’re sorry? You’re SORRY?!” The older woman sneered, her voice rising in volume as she repeated the phrase. She shook her head with a barely contained rage. “Oh, I’ll make sure you’re ‘sorry’ because this-,” she waved a finger between Kent and Jodi, “is never going to happen.” 

“Mother!” Jodi protested, her own voice rising from the rush of emotions. Jodi absolutely hated it when her mother was angry, especially this angry. She had lived with the other woman long enough to know that it never ended well. Someone always got hurt. 

“You’ll get your turn, Jodi. So be a good daughter and stay out of it,” Her mother snapped back, her voice never softening - even when it was directed at her daughter. 

This phrase seemed to spark Jodi’s own anger. She had heard her mother use those familiar words far too many times. It had been used against her throughout her entire childhood– “why can’t you be more like your cousins?”, “‘good daughters’ don’t do that,” “Jodi, I’m very disappointed in you”. She was sick of it. 

“My entire life, I have done nothing but be a good daughter,” Jodi retorted, her own emotions clouding her thinking. Normally, she is able to keep herself composed, but this time her mother went too far. “I did everything you asked, whenever you asked,” she spoke before shaking her head as she realized her next words, “But it was never enough.” 

“I was never enough for you,” Jodi expressed, her next words hitching in her throat as she glanced over at Kent, “but I was always enough for Kent.” 

 “Jodi, your words are hurtful to me. Don’t you realize how hard it was to be a mother to you and your siblings?” Mrs.Smith scolded, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Don’t do that,” Jodi pleaded, the shiny wetness of tears appearing in the corners of her eyes as she spoke again, “Please.” 

“As your mother, I know what’s best for you,” The older woman piped up. She sent another glare towards Kent before adding, “And he isn’t it.” 

Jodi shook her head, barely able to keep herself together. Watching the scene before him pulled at Kent’s heartstrings. He knew Jodi had a rocky relationship with her mother, but he didn’t know it was this extreme. Despite desperately wanting to help, Kent didn’t know how. Everything he could think of would only make the situation worse. A small frown formed on his lips. 

Jodi glanced down at her feet and went quiet. Her mother approached her and gingerly patted her cheek, though the gesture seemed kind enough, Kent swore he noticed Jodi tense up. 

“This isn’t her fault, okay?” Kent defended, breaking his lapse of silence. He inhaled deeply, gathering his wits before adding, “Do whatever you want with me, just leave her alone.” 

“Oh, I intend to,” Mrs. Smith replied flatly. She moved over to where Kent was standing. Despite being much shorter than Kent - even in her heels - the woman seemed to tower over him. He felt a small lump form in his throat and shrank himself further. He was absolutely terrified, but he managed to get the woman’s attention off of Jodi - which was really all he was trying to do, anyway. Kent was too worried about Jodi to care what might happen to him. 

Jodi’s mother scrutinized Kent, her eyes narrowing and her lip curling into a small sneer. It was as if he was an insect not worthy enough to dirty up her shoe. Kent braced himself for an unimaginable string of hateful words - and he could think of at least 3 different phrases the woman might use - but they never came. Instead, all Kent received was a short “You’re fired.” 

Kent nodded.He expected as much. After all, that was the condition he agreed to. It’s not like it would matter, anyway, because he would’ve had to leave the job because of the circumstances. He expected far worse, to be honest, and that made him especially suspicious. 

Kent’s suspicions grew as he watched Mrs. Smith walk towards Jodi. He shook his head in protest, a look of shock  contorting his features. 

“Hey!” He protested, “You said you’d leave her alone.” 

“No,” the woman replied, sending another cold sneer towards him, “I didn’t.” 

Kent was dumbfounded. His jaw stood agape in surprise. It was true, though, the woman had never explicitly stated she would leave Jodi alone. How could he have been so stupid? He was filled with worry as he watched Jodi, who hadn’t moved or spoken in at least ten minutes. She was just looking at the floor and had her hands neatly against her lap, one hand over the other. 

“Look, sweetheart,” Her mother started, adding a copious amount of what Kent could only assume was fake kindness into her words. She stood in front of Jodi, resting her hand on her daughter’s chin. She tilted it upwards, forcing Jodi to look at her, before adding, “We can chalk this up to a big misunderstanding, yes? Forget this little fantasy of yours and come back to the real world. Be that perfect daughter you once were.” 

Jodi began trembling, but not from fear. She was desperately fighting against a massive wave of emotions, trying so hard to keep herself composed. She took a deep breath and let herself sink beneath the water, letting the coolness of the waves lap against her flaming skin. Soon, she was drowning. Drowning in an ocean of her own making. Everything she did - every struggle she made - seemed to only drag her down further, so she let go. She stopped fighting against herself and learned to move with the current, to finally speak when her head breached the surface of the water.

Jodi took a deep breath before calmly shaking her head, adding a barely audible, “No.” 

“Excuse me?” Her mother replied. The older woman’s face contorted slightly. She hoped this was just a big misunderstanding, so she asked, “What did you say?” 

“No. I said ‘no’,” Jodi replied, her voice gaining volume as she was filled with an almost alien confidence. She raised her arm and pushed her mother’s hand away from her face, taking a step backwards to add even more space between the two of them, before adding, “I’m so tired of being your ‘perfect daughter’.” 

“You don’t mean that, Jodi.” 

“Yes I do,” Jodi replied, her own anger returning once again. She crossed her arms over her chest and let out a small huff. “I did everything for you. Everything. And you barely acknowledged me.” 

“That’s not tru-” 

“It is true!” Jodi spat. Her voice rose and her face flushed red with a mixture of remorse and anger. She shook her head and blinked back tears before softly mumbling, “I just wanted you to love me.” 

“Well, maybe, if you weren’t so hard to love, I would have,” Her mother replied back, disdain filling her voice. 

Jodi sniffled before closing her eyes - trying desperately not to let any rogue tears escape. She shook her head lightly. That wasn’t true. Everyone Jodi met seemed to love her. Even so, she couldn’t convince herself it wasn’t true. There was something about hearing those words from your mother - from someone who was supposed to love you no matter what - that broke her. 

Kent’s brows furrowed together as he moved closer to the two. He grunted in anger and sent his own glare towards the older woman. 

“You’re wrong,” He spat. He glanced at Jodi with a soft expression before reaching out and gently taking her hand in his own. Kent gave her hand a reassuring squeeze before speaking once again, “Jodi isn’t hard to love. She’s amazing.. And.. and fun. And so full of life. For me, loving her is like breathing: it’s so easy and I do it without thinking.” 

Kent turned to Jodi and moved to rest his hand against her cheek, brushing away a stray tear with his thumb. He glanced back at Jodi’s mother before adding, “Maybe you’re the one who’s hard to love.” 

Mrs. Smith’s lip curled and her nostrils flared in anger. She bared her teeth, clenching a shaking fist at her side.

 “You don’t know what you’re talking about, boy. I’ve lived with this girl for seventeen years. None of those were easy,” She spoke viciously: it was like venom was shooting out of her mouth with every word. 

“Please, just let me do this,” Jodi pleaded, glancing up at her mother with a somber expression. She held her gaze for a few moments - trying to express how much this meant to her - before adding, “Just this one thing.” 

“This ‘one thing’ ruins everything I’ve worked for, Jodi,” Her mother replied, the harshness never leaving her words. Mrs. Smith moved a hand to rub away a protruding vein in her forehead, letting out a sigh. She spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, “I expected you to understand that. Yet, you can’t seem to.” 

She shook her head with a small “tsk”, her lips forming into a small line, “And after everything I’ve done for you, nonetheless. Ungrateful.” 

“No! I appreciate everything you’ve done,” Jodi protested. 

“Do you know the things I sacrificed to get the family I have? To get where I am?” Her mother asked, accusations layered deep in her voice - as if her poor life choices were somehow Jodi’s fault. “Well, do you?” She repeated, her voice raising in volume as she inched closer, slowly closing the distance until there was only a foot between the two of them. 

“N-no,” Jodi replied, all her previous confidence seeping out of her body. 

“You will never understand!” Jodi’s mother shouted. 

A loud SMACK soon followed and Kent shook out of his stupor. He looked over and noticed Jodi was cradling the side of her face, barely covering a bright red palm print as tears stung her eyes. He rushed to Jodi’s side and wrapped his arms around her protectively. He angled his body, making a barrier between Jodi and her mother. 

“What is wrong with you?” He spat at the older woman. His concern shifted to anger after Jodi assured him she was alright. His eyes flashed with rage and he exhaled heavily out of his nose. 

Recognition seemed to wash over the woman, followed by a wave of regret. She frantically shook her head as she glanced between her palm and the red marking on Jodi’s face. All the anger seemed to disappear from her body as she tried to get closer to her daughter - though she was stopped by a firm hand on her shoulder.

“Oh, Jodi, I’m sorry.. I didn’t.. I didn’t mean to,” Mrs. Smith frantically apologized, tears of regret streaming down her face. She was sputtering now, trying to justify her action in some way. “I’m sorry, honey. I don’t know what came over me. I just.. I get so angry,” She pleaded, once again reaching a hand out to try and comfort Jodi, though she was once again stopped by Kent. 

“C’mon, Jo, let’s go,” Kent urged. He wrapped his arm around Jodi’s shoulders and led her out of the store. He glanced back at Jodi’s mother and gave a disapproving head shake. 

“I’m sorry. Don’t go. Please don’t go,” her mother called back, but her words were barely audible. The soft chime of the bell over the door caused the words to get lost entirely as Kent and Jodi exited the store. 

Once outside, Kent frowned and gently cradled Jodi’s face in his hands. He tilted her head to the side and carefully investigated the swelling mark. 

“Kent, really, I’m fine,” Jodi protested, though she allowed him to investigate the wound. 

“I’m sorry that happened,” Kent spoke before gently releasing Jodi’s face - he had finished his examination and determined that it was likely going to bruise. 

Jodi shrugged. She anxiously fidgeted with the sleeves of her cardigan and mumbled, “I’m used to it. Mom has these.. Anger issues. She can’t help it.” 

Kent’s frown deepened as he listened to Jodi’s explanation. He opened his arms and allowed Jodi to lean against him before wrapping his arms around her and resting his chin on the top of her head. 

Jodi wrapped her own arms around Kent’s midsection, burying her face in the small crook of his neck. 

“I understand if you don’t want to marry me anymore,” Jodi mumbled. Kent felt small speckles of wetness against his shirt and moved his hand to rub gentle, reassuring circles onto Jodi’s back. 

“No. I still want to marry you,” Kent assured. He hesitated before placing a small, barely noticeable kiss on the top of her hair. When Jodi didn’t react, he spoke again, “I meant it, you know. What I said back there… about loving you."

Jodi raised her head and looked at Kent curiously, “Really? After everything you just witnessed?” 

Kent smiled down at her and nodded. “Yeah. We aren’t our parents, Jodi. I will love you despite everything you’ve been through or anything you will go through. Your past or future experiences don’t define who you are. Sure, they helped shape you into who you are today, but you are not your experiences. You’re just Jodi - who, by the way, is an incredible woman. So, yes, I still want to marry you, in spite of everything I witnessed.” 

Jodi smiled back and rested her forehead against Kent’s chin. Despite everything that just happened, she felt lighter in a way. Part of her knew her mother would never agree, and Jodi was fine with that. She was finally realizing she could make her own decisions. 

“I just wish I had an actual ring to give you,” Kent mumbled, a faint frown moving across his lips. Under better circumstances, he would’ve asked his father about the Zuzu City marriage ritual - the process of exchanging rings with someone you love and want to spend your life with. Unfortunately, that isn’t possible. Kent doesn’t even have time to get a cheap knock off from the local pawn shop. 

“Oh, Kent,” Jodi replied, shaking her head, “I don’t need a fancy ring. I just need you.” 

…

A small group had gathered in the middle of the city, completely filling the small chapel - only two seats were left open, one in honor of Kent’s father, the other for Jodi’s mother (Jodi insisted on inviting her despite the earlier events, she was her mother, after all.) . The two people they surrounded were wearing their fanciest clothes: Kent wearing a suit that belonged to his father - ironed so neatly that a wrinkle wouldn’t even dare form on it, his hair slicked back with so much gel it might be considered a fire hazard if he got too close to a stray candle - and Jodi wearing a dress borrowed from Kent’s mother - it was a bit too big and yellowing at the edges from age, but Jodi didn’t let that bother her. 

Kent waited anxiously as a piano started playing the familiar bridal march. He scanned the faces of everyone in the crowd, noting his own mother had a proud expression on her face - despite the tears streaming down her cheeks. Everyone in this room was someone close to him or Jodi and that made him feel even more sentimental. He glanced toward the chair left for his father and felt his heart ache. Even though it had been five months, the grief of losing his father never fully subsided. Somehow, Kent swore he saw a ghostly figure resting in the chair, a wide smile on his face and his eyes doing the familiar crinkle. He also felt the warmth of his father’s hug pressing against him - as if every single thread in the suit was embedded with his essence, his love. 

Kent closed his eyes and silently prayed to himself: “Yoba, if you hear this, thank you, for everything. Please take care of my dad for me, okay?” When he opened his eyes, the ghostly figure was gone, so was the warmth, but the memory remained. 

The song continued and Kent eagerly watched the church entrance. There, Jodi was slowly entering. She nearly tripped over her dress several times - Kent noticed. He smiled to himself as she crept closer and closer to the stage where Kent was standing. He extended a hand and helped her up the stairs - careful not to snag the dress and make her trip. 

He glanced at her again and was utterly speechless: she looked even more beautiful than usual. Her hair wasn’t in its normal braid, instead, her peachy-auburn locks were wound in an intricate bun (likely his mother’s doing, he assumed). Kent looked at Jodi and saw the entire world in her light blue eyes; he saw their future and knew everything would turn out fine. Kent held both Jodi’s hands in his own and smiled once again. 

“You’re beautiful,” he spoke breathlessly as he waited for the priest to open the Book of Yoba and begin the officiation. 

“You’re not too bad yourself,” Jodi replied, adding some of the familiar joking nature Kent was used to. This caused him to let out a small laugh, which promptly caused him to receive a glare from the priest - who had just begun his sermon. Kent getting “scolded” caused Jodi to let out a small giggle of her own and Kent promptly made a dramatic “shh” gesture. 

The priest sent another glare their way before continuing his ceremony. He included the usual bells and whistles but stopped when he mentioned the exchanging of the rings. 

“We.. we don’t have rings,” Kent explained sadly.

The priest nodded and was about to continue when a loud creak was heard - someone had just hurriedly pushed open the huge doors of the chapel and was currently sprinting towards the altar. It was Jodi’s mother and she seemed to have something in her hand. The whole audience watched in stunned silence, unsure of how to respond. As the woman continued to approach, worried murmurs filled the space. 

“Jodi, dear, I’m so sorry. I’ve been awful to you. I realize that now,” She started, moving closer to the stage and beginning to ascend the stairs. Kent made a motion to stop her, but Jodi shook her head and told him to let her continue. 

“You didn’t deserve any of that. I am truly, truly sorry,” Jodi’s mother continued. She approached Jodi and took one hand in her own before speaking again, “You don’t have to forgive me. I just couldn’t let you get married and not be there.” 

“Mother…” Jodi started, an uncomfortable expression crossing her face. She looked at her mother and noticed her mascara was runny - as if she had spent the last few hours crying. 

“Here,” Her mother spoke, placing two small objects in Jodi’s hand - wedding rings. “These are the rings your father and I used when we got married. I want you to have them.” 

Jodi let out a soft gasp as she inspected the rings in her palm. Her mother hadn’t taken that ring off, ever. Jodi had started to wonder if it was permanently glued to her finger. She glanced at the items once again and shook her head, “I can’t do that, Mom. These.. These are yours. You never take them off.” 

Mrs. Smith smiled and gently cupped Jodi’s cheeks, tucking a loose hair behind her ear. The moment was one of the most tender Jodi had experienced with her mother and she wasn’t sure what to do. “They’re yours now, dear,” Her mother explained, moving Jodi’s hand and curling her daughter’s fingers around the small objects. “I want you to be happy. You’re my baby girl, Jodi. I’m so sorry for how I treated you. When this young man spoke so highly of you today, it made me realize I was wrong. You deserve someone who will let you be happy. You deserve him, darling.” 

Jodi felt tears well up in her eyes once again. She wrapped her arms around her mother, pulling the older woman into a tight, bone-crushing hug. 

“I’m sorry, too, Mom,” Jodi replied, sniffling as she felt her mother return the hug, “For being hard to love.”

“Oh, honey, you have nothing to apologize for,” She reassured, gently cradling the back of Jodi’s head when she pulled away from the hug. “You’re not hard to love, Jodi. I am.” 

Jodi’s mother gave her one final hug before walking off stage and joining the audience. Jodi turned back to Kent and placed one of the rings in his palm. Kent’s dumbfounded expression turned into one of gratitude as he inspected the ring in his pocket. It appeared to be a special kind - one with three gemstones instead of one, but one of the stones had fallen off due to age. 

The priest continued the ceremony, allowing the couple to exchange their newfound rings, before moving along to their vows. Kent went first:

“Jodi, I never imagined that I would be in this position one day - under an altar, getting married. While I wish we had gotten to properly experience life together, I think this is pretty good - given the circumstances before us. One thing I constantly find myself hoping for is more time. I hope that, with you, I get all the time in the universe - or if not, that whatever time we spend together feels like that. I meant it the first time I said it and I mean it every time I say it in the future, I am truly, madly, and deeply in love with you, Jodi Smith. I think I knew that from the first moment we met. I absolutely adore you and I can’t wait to spend my life with you, however long I live. I love you, Starfruit.” He sniffled as he finished speaking, briefly letting go of Jodi’s hand to wipe a stray tear away from his eye. Jodi appeared to be sniffling as well - this caused Kent to gently squeeze her hand. 

Jodi went next: 

“Kent, every moment I’ve gotten to spend with you has been… such a journey. I don’t know how you do it, but you continue to one up yourself every time. I know these circumstances are rather grim and I, too, wish things could’ve been different, but I’m so grateful that we were able to find each other. I would like to thank Yoba, because I know he likely had a hand in this, and I would like to thank you, Kent. Thank you for being the most amazing person I’ve ever met. Thank you for always giving me the option to choose. Thank you for showing me what “freedom” means, what “fun” means, and even what “love” means. You truly are my best friend. And - not to steal your line - I am in love with you, Kent Neilson. You are the first person who showed me that I could truly be loved and I can never thank you enough. I know we may not get a long time together, but I am going to cherish every single moment we are able to share. When you asked me to marry you, I was incredibly surprised– I didn’t think anyone would ever want to marry me, let alone you. You mentioned how, if something happens to you, I could always marry someone else and, to tell you the truth, I don’t want to. I don’t want anyone else, Kent. I want you, it just took some time to realize that fully. I’m going to be worrying about you relentlessly, but I know everything will be alright in the end. And, just so you know, I will be holding you to your promise that you will make it back okay. I want a future with you, Kent, so don’t you dare die on me.” 

Kent gave a light laugh at the end of her speech before sniffling once again. The entire crowd seemed to let out a string of “aw”s and cheers. The priest nodded as Jodi finished her vows before moving forward. He asked Kent the usual: to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, and Kent replied “I do” before he could finish speaking the last word. The priest had begun to repeat his spiel for Jodi, but she also quickly blurted out “I do.” The priest gave an exasperated sigh, though he nodded his head and quickly said, “You may kiss.” 

Kent moved his hand to rest on the side of Jodi’s face, the other resting on her waist. Jodi pulled Kent closer by his tie before wrapping her arms around his neck. Kent carefully tilted Jodi’s head upwards, glanced lovingly into her eyes, and connected their lips - allowing the two to share a tender, emotional kiss.

[possum-quesadilla]

Chapter four of Time’s Arrow, “Suddenly, nothing is as it was, Where are you now, Orpheus?” Is out now! Goodnight. Make sure to read the warnings carefully!! This one is a doozy!

As always, extras!

- The lyrics for this title’s chapter are from “Hey, Little Songbird” from ‘Hadestown’! I’m sure we can all connect the dots with this one, hehe.

- “Are ya finally takin’ me out back to give me the Old Yeller treatment?” “Not today.” - based on a real conversation I had with my sister one morning as she dragged me out of bed!

- “He went to hop up out of the bed, squinting at the horrible, pounding migraine that was slowly blossoming in his skull. Christ on a boat, has the room always been this bright?” - It has! He’s just struggling with enhanced sensory issues.

- “sipping from a coffee mug that read ‘Happy Father’s Day from your favorite financial burden’.” - Based on a mug my friend got for their dad!

- “Ah, shit.” … “C’mon, Chuck, conversation is not mandatory.” - To clarify: Beej is not irritated that Charles is trying to speak to him! He just thinks that he feels obligated to talk to him, and that that’s really awkward.

- “Beetlejuice grit his teeth as Charles paused to take a sip of his coffee and swallow louder than he was sure any human ever needed to.” - again, sensory issues! Charles didn’t swallow that loud at all.

- The oatmeal cream pie incident - based on a real incident with my own sister. The same sister as before. Yes, word for word.

- “Goodness! I was worried I’d have to grab my bear mace!” - Based on something my own stepmother said, oh my god.

- “Delia’s ‘organically’ cherry-scented chapstick” - Beej can smell that it’s not actually organic! But he won’t break Delia’s heart by telling her that.

- “… on second thought, Beej, why don’t you stay here?” Lydia finished up tying her boots, hopping to her feet. “Wh- huh? Why?” “I don’t wanna overwhelm the poor cat with too many people at once, y’know?” Beetlejuice frowned a bit. What did I do wrong? “.. I guess.” I would scare the cat, wouldn’t I? I can be less scary.” - Misunderstanding, woo! Beej thinks Lydia thinks he is too scary to go with them to get the kitten, and that she may be embarrassed to be seen with him in public. Lydia understands he is spooked at the idea of being in a car and doesn’t want him to experie nce that while he’s already going through something else.

- “ “Oh! Hey, give me your jacket.” The demon immediately went to remove his jacket…” - Too bad Barbara and Adam were too busy to witness jacket-less Beetlejuice!

- “… clacking his teeth a few times. He halted when Charles raised an eyebrow in his direction.” - Charles isn’t perturbed by this stim, Beej just assumes he is. It’s just an odd noise to hear out of nowhere!

- “ “Sorry, Bug, we… have some cleaning to do in the basement!” Barbara called from… Beetlejuice squinted. Why was she and Adam walking towards the stairs from the garage like that? Were they… sneaking? Don’t they hate the basement?” - I wonder what the Maitlands are doing in the basement?

- “ “Aren’t you forgetting something?” Beetlejuice halted, furrowing his brows. He wasn’t quite sure what she’d meant. Maybe he didn’t say goodbye properly? Did she want more affection? He then slowly stepped back over to Lydia, leaning over to press a kiss to her forehead once he reached her. He then turned to bolt towards the stairs once again. Lydia groaned loudly. “No, clean up your mess in the kitchen!” She turned to open the door, shaking her head. “Damn, who raised you?” ” - based on a splendid scene from one of my favorite shows ever, Brooklyn-99.

- “Beetlejuice, totally not enjoying an episode of ‘Jane the Virgin’ with Delia as they sat together on the couch…” - he absolutely was enjoying watching ‘Jane the Virgin’ with his new bestie.

- “Lydia reached into the box and pulled out a scruffy, disheveled little black kitten. He had small white patches on his face, paws, and stomach, and looked like he was born in a dumpster.” - based on my sister’s kitten, Pinto Bean! He is more white than black, and we got him from a farm. He looked like a little garbage baby.

- “ “‘Percy’?” “Yeah, he came with that name. Apparently they were themed? I’ll probably change it.” ” - The whole litter was, unfortunately, named after the Weasley family from (ugh) Harry Potter. Also, yes, he is partially based on Lydia’s cat from the animated series!

- “ “Why? You are small.” “I’m taller than you!” “Not for long. I’m due for a second growth spurt soon.” ” - Beetlejuice is 5’3”! Lydia is too, but not for long.

- “It reeked of some aromatic herb he couldn’t discern.” - he does not Know His Herbs.

- “You’ll have to send me away to a remote cabin by the sea to ‘clear my mind’, like they did to women back in the day. I’ll go even more insane and rip off all the wallpaper. Maybe set the place on fire.” - another ‘Yellow Wallpaper’ reference!

- “.. either up from the secret project in the basement…” - hmm, once again, I wonder what this is!

- “… while she was taking a break from… Y’know. Downstairs.” - being downstairs for too long freaks the Maitlands out. Y’know. ‘Cause their bodies were down there.

- Lydia’s questions - some of the proper questions to ask while someone is having a meltdown! Never touch or approach someone without permission. Ask if they want to be alone or not.

- “.. I like ‘Frankenstein’ as much as the next guy, but three times? Overkill.” - Based on my experience with ‘The Great Gatsby’. I read it three years in a row. My sister read it two years in a row. I now own five copies of that book.

- “I heard the other class is reading ‘Flowers for Algernon’. And that it totally sucks. Super depressing.” - don’t read ‘Flowers for Algernon’ unless you wanna cry.

- “Barbara nodded a little. “I know how to get blood out of wool. It’s really easy.” ” - both because she likes true crime and ‘cause, y’know, she’s a woman! People with periods know how to get blood stains out.

- “ “M-my hair’s starting to grey. Sometimes, I look in the mirror and I see-” he halted, a shudder wracking through his whole body.” - sometimes, he looks in the mirror and sees his mother. It terrifies him. (Based on personal experience)

- “I’ve never been this tired before. Not since… I was alone, in the loop. I feel like if I let myself lay down, if I stop.. performing, pretending I’m doing great, I’ll… I’ll never wake up again.” - oop. Based on personal experience yet again.

- “ “… Bee, I… it sounds like you’re burnt out.” The demon whirled around to face Adam suddenly, eyes wide. “… b-.. burnt… out?” ” - Beej is terrified here because he thinks Adam means the other meaning we find out about later!

- “ “When we push ourselves too much, sometimes our minds and bodies push back. If you don’t let yourself properly rest and recuperate, your body will make you.” Adam glanced down as he went to wrap Beetlejuice’s arm, but otherwise kept his eyes on his face. “It feels like you’re sick because you are. You haven’t been properly taking care of yourself.” ” - just gonna put this here, for those that need to read it. Your brain is an organ, and can get sick just like any other organ.

- “… excuse me for a moment. I’m about to lose my temper.” - based on a line from ‘Fantastic Mr. Fox’.

- The scream - based on the scream from the touring version of the show. You know what I’m talkin’ about.

- “crunching of leaves under his shoes.” - back on his illusion bullshit already

- “Autumn is on it’s way, his mind gently supplies, the thought drifting in slow and sluggish. The cold will come. It is inevitable.” … “Steady now. It will only consume you if you let it. But the cold will come.” - wow, foreshadowing? In my fic? Sure is!

- “I let you in.” - although I’ve heard it in many pieces of media with demons, the most famous use of this phrase is in ‘Talk To Me’.

- The art is once again done by the fabulous @/splasharooni !! Here it is again bc I love it so much <33

- “They stand up straight, trying not to cower as he rises to his full height, towering over them by a good foot, at least.” - Cyrus is 6’4”!

- “his long cigarette holder” - like they had back in the ‘20’s, ‘cause he’s a classy old bitch.

- “If they had held them for too long, Beetlejuice’s felt their own limited warmth be slowly but surely sapped away. But now, he was… warm. Goosebumps chased up their arm as he gently turned their hand over, inspecting their purple-ish-blue-hued fingers with his cool gaze.” - I wonder if this has any thematic implications.

- “ “.. couldn’t leave... the house that breather lived in.” They briefly chewed on the inside of their cheek. Careful. Careful.” … “The mark burned into Lydia’s arm, although they are very careful not to say her name, or who she is.” - Demons work by Fae rules, Beej has to be careful not to let their names slip in front of them!

- “Beetlejuice sees hints of starlight through the canopy. They wonder if the sky is clear enough for them to locate their own star. Or Cyrus’. Or-” - Each demon’s true name is based on a star! Like how Beetlejuice’s name is actually Betelgeuse, Cyrus’ name isn’t actually Cyrus.

- “His gaze is gentle and understanding and… alluring. (Was he really that bad? A voice whispers in the fog.)” - YES HE IS. GET A JOB. LEAVE MY BOY ALONE.

- Burning Out / Extinguished - when a demon is killed/dies, these are the terms used to refer to it. ‘Burning Out’ means their internal flame is dying due to any variety of circumstances.

- Seal vs. Ward - a seal is to keep a demon tied to one place/thing/person, a ward keeps demons away from one place/person/thing!

- “Of course. I’m never outside of her control, am I?” - based on my own personal experience once again. Sometimes, no matter what you do, a part of you is unfortunately always influenced by your abuser.

- “ “I know you don’t… partake, still.” Cyrus looks down at Beetlejuice again, raising an eyebrow mirthfully. “You never could stomach it.” A shudder ran up their spine once more. Beetlejuice cast their eyes down to the ground. “.. no.” The thick, sticky taste of iron stings in the back of their throat. Guilt creeps into their hazy mind.” - by ‘partake’, he means consuming human blood, or even flesh. Beej never had the stomach for it. He had to do it once, and he regrets it.

- “Darling, I only want your time.” - Yes, the perfect Deal. Surely there are no exploitable loopholes.

- “So it is done.” - another ‘Late Night with the Devil’ reference!

- “Unlike then, however, Beetlejuice could see the shape of his tail wagging underneath his skirt.” - I wonder why he’s so excited this time?

- “His right ear panged, and he instinctively reached up to fidget with it, halting when he was met with.. something new, some sort of earring now piercing that lobe. It was cool to the touch.” - yes, Cyrus straight up pierced Beej’s ear without consent. But he got a cool little piece of gold jewelry out of it!

[honey-minded-hivemind]

yandere Laura and Sabertooth and child reader who is a hummingbird mutant

Woo! I like what you're thinking! And those two would have a doozy of a time trying to keep up with a hummingbird mutant Reader.(May I call you Humming Anon?) Let's do it:

They weren't sure how it came down to this. An agreement over something irreplaceable, a threat to break whatever broke it (whether it be each other or an enemy), a promise made with blood to decide honor such an important uptaking...

It was a custody agreement, over a young hummingbird mutant. You.

Laura liked you. You were always happy, chattering a mile a minute, all while sipping on juice and eating graham crackers, not a care in the world. You chose to hang out with her of your own free will. You weren't upset when she got things wrong, or weirded out by her trauma. You accepted her as she was, gently hugging her and distracting her with games and fun. You pulled her into games of tag, races to see who the fastest was, competitions over who could drink the most juice. You always included her, even picked her over others.

It wasn't a surprise to her when she decided she would take up being your sibling.

Victor had heard word of a new type of feral mutant running- well, flying- about. A kid with hummingbird wings and jewel-colored feathers, one who had caught the eye of his brother's child. And what good uncle would he be if he didn't go and see them? (He was curious, and if he could use them as leverage, so be it).

He didn't expect to be greeted by sunshine personified, you, a child with buzzing wings and a penchant for sugar. You'd pulled him into a race, and he followed along (he was trying trying chase you down, see if he could capture you). He lost. HE lost? Well... that's new. When you rewarded him with his own box of orange juice for playing along, he came to the conclusion he had to have you as his. A kid who could outrun him, was nice to him despite his fearsome appearance, and had the interest of Logan's pup?

Count him in.

The two ferals found out rather quickly the other had eyes on you, thus leading to their confrontation. Neither one wanted to lose you, especially to another feral, but then, they came to a standstill.

They could simply... team up? Or at least split custody over you. Why not? Laura could be a kid with you and help tire you out, keeping you filled with sugar, and try to bring her dad in on adopting you... While Victor could teach you how to use your powers, giving you an idea of how to defend yourself, showing you new places and treats, and also driving his brother into a protective frenzy, thus sealing the deal that all four of you were family...

It's a win-win situation.

So with a blood pact made and a deal sworn in secret, the two older ferals decide to give sharing a try. How hard can it be between family after all?

[houseofsnarry]

💚 HoS Members’ Recs: Self Rec ❤️

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*Sorry for the repost! In the process of fixing a mistake, I accidentally deleted the original post. This mod and Tumblr are not on good terms right now. lol BUT! We added one more fic and it's a doozy! Check it out! And hopefully there are no more mistakes. *crossing fingers

- Scarlet It's NaNoWriMo! While we are busy creating new fics and art and rec lists and everything under the sun for our fav ship, what about some self-recs? Here are some of our fav Snarry works made by us! As we look forward to accomplishing our goals, we got to give appreciation to the works we've done in the past. <3

Art

🎨 Little Christmas story - @flymetosnarryland (AO3) with a snippet on Tumblr

🎨 Severus in red + Under the Influence Harry - @ofnightsndsongs (AO3)

Choose Your Own Adventure

🌸 What Comes Next (And How to Like It) - @likelightinglass (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 28.6k

A choose your own adventure fic! You are Severus Snape. You survived against all odds, and now it's time to take life into your own hands. What will you do with this gift of a second chance, and how will you find your happy ending? Your happy ending is pretty much always Harry Potter, but there's so many fun ways to get there.

Fanfic

📚 B.R.E.D - Elffaw Rated E, Word Count 5.3k

“You have been summoned here today,” he said, each word crisp and clear, “to partake in a physical examination required by the Ministry itself; in other words, you will be B.R.E.D.”

📚 Certain Dark Things - @liladiurne (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 50.3k

“You want me. I know you do.” I was too worn-out by then to even deny it. In the light of day, with only the summer wind and the cicadas to hear, it didn’t seem necessary to hide it. “It doesn’t matter, Harry. This can never happen.” He stared at me some more, and I did my best not to falter under those shimmering eyes. “I won’t tell anyone, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he assured me.“ I know you wouldn’t,” I added, insisting on the conditional. I didn’t like the way he’d spoken as if it had already happened. As if I had already lost. Perhaps I already had. In which Severus takes a trip to Italy, thinking he'll have a quiet time at the Malfoys' villa, but Harry has other plans. Written for prompt #182: AU. Harry never lived with the Dursleys. He was adopted by the reformed Malfoys as an infant. He is secretly in love with his adopted father's best friend, Severus Snape.

📚 Contempt - @danpuff-ao3 (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 20k

Harry hates Snape, and he always will. (He will, won’t he?)

📚 Courting Day - wendymarlowe Rated M, Word Count 42.8k

It's Courting Day: seventh- and eighth-year students get the chance to declare their intentions to formally woo each other. The only way for Harry to avoid being a matrimonial target is to put in a declaration of his own. Surely if he picks someone who would never in a million years accept his suit, he'll escape unscathed...

📚 dream a little dream of me - @dandelionstars (AO3) with art by @acydpop (AO3) Rated T, Word Count 4.6k

While Severus was not a strong enough Seer to receive complete soulmate dreams, unfortunately, he had just enough power to catch fleeting moments of his soulmate. These flashes of intense joy were more of a curse than a blessing. Despair was suffocating when his hopes were dashed again and again like carved crystal, inevitably shattered on the floor. A Snarry Soulmate AU

📚 For I Have Found Salvation - @lumosatnight (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 7.1k

Severus is a priest, and Harry is the parishioner who may just make him break his vows of celibacy.

📚 Harry Potter’s Avada Kedavra Wedding - whythehellnothavefun Rated M, Word Count 11.4k

(From The Book of Terms And Their Definitions, page 101) Avada Kedavra Wedding: noun, informal, see also: Avada Kedavra Marriage An enforced or hurried wedding, due to one member being pregnant or under blackmail, potentially to gain access to another’s vault(s) and/or properties. (See also: Muggle Oxford English Dictionary, shotgun wedding/shotgun marriage)

📚 Invisible String - @givereadersahug (AO3) Rated G, Word Count 3.7k

The first time Harry saw Snape's black eyes — him truly acknowledging Snape's existence beyond him being his mean professor — it was the night after Harry killed Professor Quirrell. He was dreaming, and in his dreams, he was screaming. Harry dreams of Severus over the years.

📚 On the Origins of Dementors - DarkTony Rated G, Word Count 2.6k

Amidst the pages of tomes that now remain unread,there a story, a fable, a legend goes of a man made of misery…

📚 Sir Saisir - @coconutice22 (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 27k

Some things that glitter are gold. Twenty years after defeating Lord Voldemort, Severus has a meet-cute at a, ahem, private members' club.

📚 The Beat of Their Own Drum - @aeternumregina (AO3) Rated M, Word Count 2.4k

Harry sees Snape dancing at a bar, and is instantly enthralled by this new, carefree person who barely seems to resemble his old teacher.

📚 The Way Death Clutches At Life - @tax-onomic (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 7k

Death is permanent, unless it is not.

📚 This is not my beautiful wife - Klari Rated M, Word Count 35.9k

What happened after Harry smashed up Dumbledore’s office? With Sirius dead and his plans to run away from the Wizarding World on hold, Harry is on the edge— literally, and Severus manages to learn rather a lot about him at the top of the Astronomy Tower.

📚 Wish not for a soul that is full of sin - @serenaew (AO3) Rated T, Word Count 4.7k

After all, a flighty soul could not return to the water, or to the earth, as they maintained all life eventually should. (What one did not have, they believed, could not be broken.) Prologue to the merman!Snape, amnesia AU no one asked for.

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[thrwheeloffate]

Hi hi! If it isn't too much of a bother, may I see what the wheel has in store for me?

Oh no! Not a bother at all!!

Here you go!

A demigod! Woo! Now this will be fun. Stronger, faster and more powerful.

Now to see the type of demigod.

As a true demigod you are a child of an olympian level god whose domain I will pick next.

Here it goes!

A demigod of medicine. Immune to illness and a great healer too!

Of course demigod implies only one half of the equation, now we see the next.

A mythical being...now this one is a doozy because there are lots of possibilities here...dryads? sirens? minotaurs? giants? All here.

A mermaid? Much like a fish hybrid you have fins and a tail, unlike them you are not able to leave the water in normal conditions ...also unlike them you have some amount of control over the water around you.

Talking about that, where do you live in the sea?

The midnight zone, so deep light doesn't reach. You might have some interesting characteristics like pointy teeth and weird features, this is the zone where angler fish live in.

Hope being a nightmare fuel demigod of medicine mermaid works for you @silverorchideon !

[the-chronicle-of-holy-days]

Day 6

Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli Adumbratio Kabbalae Aegyptiorum sub figurâ VII

I

1. My God, how I love Thee!

2. With the vehement appetite of a beast I hunt Thee through the Universe.

3. Thou art standing as it were upon a pinnacle at the edge of some fortified city. I am a white bird, and perch upon Thee.

4. Thou art My Lover: I see Thee as a nymph with her white limbs stretched by the spring.

5. She lies upon the moss; there is none other but she:

6. Art Thou not Pan?

7. I am He. Speak not, O my God! Let the work be accomplished in silence.

8. Let my cry of pain be crystallized into a little white fawn to run away into the forest!

9. Thou art a centaur, O my God, from the violet-blossoms that crown Thee to the hoofs of the horse.

10. Thou art harder than tempered steel; there is no diamond beside Thee.

11. Did I not yield this body and soul?

12. I woo thee with a dagger drawn across my throat.

13. Let the spout of blood quench Thy blood-thirst, O my God!

14. Thou art a little white rabbit in the burrow Night.

15. I am greater than the fox and the hole.

16. Give me Thy kisses, O Lord God!

17. The lightning came and licked up the little flock of sheep.

18. There is a tongue and a flame; I see that trident walking over the sea.

19. A phœnix hath it for its head; below are two prongs. They spear the wicked.

20. I will spear Thee, O Thou little grey god, unless Thou beware!

21. From the grey to the gold; from the gold to that which is beyond the gold of Ophir.

22. My God! but I love Thee!

23. Why hast Thou whispered so ambiguous things? Wast Thou afraid, O goat-hoofed One, O horned One, O pillar of lightning?

24. From the lightning fall pearls; from the pearls black specks of nothing.

25. I based all on one, one on naught.

26. Afloat in the æther, O my God, my God!

27. O Thou great hooded sun of glory, cut off these eyelids!

28. Nature shall die out; she hideth me, closing mine eyelids with fear, she hideth me from My destruction, O Thou open eye.

29. O ever-weeping One!

30. Not Isis my mother, nor Osiris my self; but the incestuous Horus given over to Typhon, so may I be!

31. There thought; and thought is evil.

32. Pan! Pan! Io Pan! it is enough.

33. Fall not into death, O my soul! Think that death is the bed into which you are falling!

34. O how I love Thee, O my God! Especially is there a vehement parallel light from infinity, vilely diffracted in the haze of this mind.

35. I love Thee.

I love Thee.

I love Thee.

36. Thou art a beautiful thing whiter than a woman in the column of this vibration.

37. I shoot up vertically like an arrow, and become that Above.

38. But it is death, and the flame of the pyre.

39. Ascend in the flame of the pyre, O my soul! Thy God is like the cold emptiness of the utmost heaven, into which thou radiatest thy little light.

40. When Thou shall know me, O empty God, my flame shall utterly expire in Thy great N. O. X.

41. What shalt Thou be, my God, when I have ceased to love Thee?

42. A worm, a nothing, a niddering knave!

43. But Oh! I love Thee.

44. I have thrown a million flowers from the basket of the Beyond at Thy feet, I have anointed Thee and Thy Staff with oil and blood and kisses.

45. I have kindled Thy marble into life — ay! into death.

46. I have been smitten with the reek of Thy mouth, that drinketh never wine but life.

47. How the dew of the Universe whitens the lips!

48. Ah! trickling flow of the stars of the mother Supernal, begone!

49. I Am She that should come, the Virgin of all men.

50. I am a boy before Thee, O Thou satyr God.

51. Thou wilt inflict the punishment of pleasure — Now! Now! Now!

52. Io Pan! Io Pan! I love Thee. I love Thee.

53. O my God, spare me!

54. Now!

It is done! Death.

55. I cried aloud the word — and it was a mighty spell to bind the Invisible, an enchantment to unbind the bound; yea, to unbind the bound

Years favorite is in bold

Wow this is a doozy lol why all the tower cards remind me of the finale of the Magnus Archives

Artwork source https://www.deviantart.com/decepticoniancybra/art/The-Tower-Tarot-Card-871366781

[minijenn]

Yknow in the swap of fates au it's interesting as a dynamic because despite everything atleast the twins still have each other. Unlike Steven who was the only one who had to deal with the unknown of being a half-gem atleast Dipper and Mabel will have each other to fall back on and relate with the growing pains of not knowing what you quite are and where you belong.

Dang the birthday episode must've been a doozy though cuz you've got Mabel "Scared to grow up" Pines and Dipper "I want to grow up faster" Pines in conflict with that whole age presentation thing

Hhhhhh no but I’ve had such Swap brainrot lately bc THINK ABOUT ALL OF IT!!! The way the twins dynamic would evolve would be so interesting in swap! Like early on I think Dipper would be pretty jealous of Mabel, she can summon a tangible weapon while he can’t, has both fire powers and superior strength, meanwhile all he can do is summon ice and future vision which I I feel like he’d often see more as a curse than a blessing. But then suddenly he develops stuff like the whole “being able to make others cry when he does” (idk what the term for that is), levitation, and other such Diamond specific powers and suddenly the Sapphire was Blue Diamond reveal comes out and suddenly there is this HUGE power imbalance between the twins esp in the swap equivalent of Diamond Days where Homeworld expects Dipper to basically be royalty while hey expect Mabel to basically be his servant and when they don’t fall in line with those roles bc why the hell would they? Woo boy the other diamonds boutta be maaaad

Also Swap Future? These two both trying to cope with everything they’ve been through and failing miserably? Honestly I could see Swap Future being all about their relationship breaking down even more bc of just how unequal they really are, culminating in a huge fight (verbally and physically) between them. And of course, much like Steven one of them, if not both ends up corrupted bc I live for the drama.

God just swap au man… I forgot how much I fucking love it.

[fayeandknight]

I went to check out another house today and oh boy was it a doozy.

It was originally built in 1881 and I could see from the photos that it was not habitable. But it sits on a half acre in an area I'm interested in. Also I can see the charm in the bones, so to speak. Like a half circle window with built in seating, which to me shouts book nook.

I brought my dad because he's knowledgeable about construction and built our family home from scratch.

Got there and it was immediately obvious that this place is way worse than advertised. The second story all season room looks ready to fall off, there's foam patching along sections of the underside of the roof, porch looks like it'd drop you faster than you could curse, etc. It would be a massive undertaking to make it livable.

But the yard is fairly level and partially fenced in from the neighbors. It's set a decent distance from the road and has ample space from neighbors on all sides. This is big for me because I intend to board dogs (through my current job) and I don't want to piss off neighbors with barking dogs.

And while this isn't a basis to buy such a house on, something about it calls to me in a way I haven't experienced before. More on this under the cut because it's spiritual woo woo talk.

When I do a drive by, I literally drive by. I cruise through the neighborhood and take my time. But I don't go up to the house. However between this place clearly not being occupied and my dad having older white dude audacity, we got out and walked around the yard. We went all the way around the house, he pointed out a test patch where someone investigated the siding and it's layers, stomped on the dilapidated porch, and found a well with a hand crank.

At one point I was standing close to the road while he was on the porch reading orange town issued notices posted on the front door. A guy working for the house across the street stopped to stare at us. My dad gave a friendly wave, the contractor returned it, and despite my fears of the cops being called on us, nothing happened.

I thought initially this might be a place that I buy, spend a few months of heavy sweat equity on and hire a contractor or two for major things. But ultimately could make livable while continuing to fix up within three months or so. In addition to major interior work, it needs rewiring/electrical work, a plumbing overhaul, a new roof and gutters, new siding, a new porch, new windows, and most likely just tearing off the all season porch at minimum. So yeah just a fuck ton of work.

My dad and I agreed that this place was pretty far over our ability to renovate. But something makes me want to dig into it deeper anyway. While I highly doubt this place will turn into anything for me. I'm going to look into possible financing options. And I've set my dad to contacting the listing agent and the county office to see what's up.

My next step is digging into a renovation specific loan, the FHA 203k loan. Even though this place probably won't pan out I think it'll serve as a good test run of what I'd need. Cause let's be honest between the current economy and housing market, whatever I end up with will need work.

I don't typically talk about this, but I am pagan and consider myself a spiritual person. And while I don't see the mystical in the mundane everywhere, when I do I, I do.

When I hesitantly stepped onto the property I got a sense of the house. It's got a presence. Something quiet, mostly dormant, and not a little resigned to being torn down. But it's deep, having grown out from the house itself and into the ground around it. It felt like it cracked one eye half way open to regard me. It was very tired. But it also conveyed a feeling that if I restored it, it would be my house.

It would not only protect and shelter me like a good house should. But it would make sure I was happy there. It would pull on its deep connection to the land to make sure this was a place I thrived in. If I invested in it, it would invest in me with the shared goal of quiet, simple joy.

No bombastic promises of glory or great success. But a secure space to sing off tune while I bake bread. Sunny windows to dry herbs in. And love ingrained in the archways of architectures no longer in fashion.

It's not something I'm willing to use as a reason to immediately go all in on. But I'd be lying to myself if I didn't admit that it's part of the reason I'm investigating what it would take to make this place a home.

[nerdynikki94]

I've kind of been in limbo on this fic I've been tossing around, but I wanted to hold off and see where canon will be by the end of S16 with the emotions brewing between Mac & Dennis. And boy.... I'm glad I did.

Yes.... the 'Johnny' of it all. I have too many fucking thoughts (all wickedly delighted at this shameless development) but even just at a surface human level: Dennis catfished Mac. That's a really fucked up thing to do to your friend.

He falsified a relationship with him. That's an intimate betrayal, and I don’t think it's just a joke that Mac was in denial. He's given up at Dennis' insistence of being straight. Only for the lie detector test to determine: THAT WAS A LIE! Followed by the confession that he has been intentionally yanking Mac back, outright pursuing and establishing a written, sexual and consuming relationship because he's no longer getting Mac's attention and devotion. He tells Mac to move on, but he's secretly working against any possible progress Mac could make.

I know it's a sitcom, and reveals are played for laughs, but Rob first put on that heartbroken and wounded puppy dog expression when Dennis admitted that he was Johnny. If Mac really didn't understand what Dennis was saying, then why did he try to stop him from talking about, proving it? Why did he lie and say it was buzzing before Dennis could press it?

'Then, who is you?' Is Dennis, Dennis? Is Dennis, Johnny? Is there any hope that Mac could ever fall in love with anyone other than Dennis? After everything it took for them to become friends again; Mac doesn't want to believe it. Even if the remaining episodes do little to show it, deep down, he knows, and he's hurting over it.

Still, the point stands that according to S16E4, Dennis had devoted weeks to secretly wooing Mac. Like, they had to start somewhere before the anal beads. There's a reason Mac thinks Johnny is special, a reason Mac is certain he's in love with someone he's never met. I wonder what's in those texts.

Can't wait for the smut fics to come out on this. We all know that Mac wasn’t the only one getting off during those exchanges.

I cannot even get into the Charlie and Uncle Jack trauma they've been bitch-slapping us with this season. Like, Jesus Christ, they won't let up. I'm cringing the whole time. I started getting the neck thing.

This one was a fucking doozy, just like.... damn. Hey, at least RCG are not catering to the sunny dudebros so much, because they pretty much just finally gave us our rightful, canonically queer Dennis Reynolds!

[absolutebl]

Hello ABL- I thought of you right away when reading a post on Ask me about BL shows. My question is a little long here.

Do you have any of your favorite shows that you think the main (or second leads) actors could swap rolls and the show still be one of your favorites? Or do you have a show that rates lower but would be improved if they had swapped?

I thought of Sam Lin and Yu Teng in We Best Love. The strength of their acting abilities and the chemistry could lend Yu being Gao Shi De and Sam being Zhou Shu Yi. The scenes that were pivotal in the series would still stand up to scrutiny. The bridge confession is a the first thing that comes to my mind.

Another one that amuses me at this thought is Semantic Error. The height difference would lend to such a cuteness in the aggressive pursuit Jae Young for Sang Woo. The lettuce scene with Jae Chan throwing a fit.

OOoo, what a doozie of a question.

10 BLs where the leads could swap parts & the show would still hold

Our Dating Sim

Roommates 304

Wish You

About Youth

Bad Buddy (BITE ME)

Big Dragon (bite each other)

Don't Say No (bite everything)

Eclipse

Mr Cinderella

Word of Honor

Pairs I think could switch up any of their roles, at any time, past or future:

ForceBook -> BookForce

TayNew -> NewTay

JeffGame -> GameJeff

MaxTul -> TulMax

MileApo -> ApoMile

PondPhuwin -> PhuwinPond

JimmySea -> SeaJimmy

[zabimarushoney67]

Heyy! I love your work and I wanted to request izuru kira from bleach hurt/comfort 💦❌️ cause it's a drought with the emo boy kira community.

Hey doll! :) I’m sorry this took so long I hope you’re still here but yes absolutely you got it! We love emo baby boy Kira around these parts 💖 I turned on my emo playlist just to set the mood for this 😭 Kira is a Mayday Parade fan all the way you can’t change my mind.

🌸Melancholy Boy🌸

NSFW!💦MDI!⚠️ANGST!❌

-Summary: After the betrayal of Aizen, with Gin and Tosen in tow life has been very stressful for the rest of us in the Gotei 13. Izuru, your boyfriend of 3 years has recently taken charge of his division. With so much more responsibility falling on his shoulders his attention towards you, and your relationship has been thrown to the side, treated like an option. At first you understood but it’s been 1 month since the attack and he can barely look in your direction, let alone hold an open conversation with you. It’s left you feeling empty and alone, not knowing how to talk to him about it, is making it difficult for a resolution to come about. Will your relationship come back together or fall to the wayside? How can it be fixed?

Word count: A LOT sorry not sorry this request got the better of me emo boys are my weakness 😭

-Warnings: Mentions of mental health/symptoms of MH (depression, anxiety), deep emotions, acknowledgment, healthy relationships, strong language, and dirty writing. Penetration!vaginal s3x. Praise k!nk, Overstimulation. Master!Sir!Daddy! k!nk. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ NSFW.

-Authors notes: woo! this was a doozy, I didn’t mean for this to be so long but I’m happy it turned out the way it did, I purposely didn’t write much about body shape (weight, height, eye/skin color etc. leaving just (c) for color for those things just for readers so y’all could insert your own body.) we’re here for smut after all 🤷🏽‍♀️ let me know if you liked this or not, reposts and likes go a long way 💖 I hope you enjoyed it otherwise! Thank you for the requests in advance :)

🌸The clouded morning sun, peaks through the sheer white curtains of your bedroom window, illuminating the dark room a pale grey. Outside, it rains softly, the drops gently pattering on the rooftop and falling down the glass window pane. It's been heavy and gloomy around the Seireitei the last few weeks following the attack of Aizen, and his group of traitors. No one saw it coming, we were taken by complete surprise and since then it seems that the clouds have yet to disperse. Y/N yawns and stretches along her side of the bed and with her left hand, feeling around the opposite side of the soft top sheet, only to find a cold empty spot next to her. “What time is it?..” she says quietly to herself as she rolls over to the alarm clock on Izuru's side, 10:39 AM the digital clock reads. “He must’ve left pretty early this morning.” she mentions sadly.

After waking and rubbing the sleep from her eyes, y/n wandered into her usual morning routine of brushing her hair, and teeth, as she decided to put on more clothing than just one of Izurus T-shirts and her black flower lace panties, choosing to just throw on her grey, comfy cotton shorts under the shirt, and some cute fuzzy pink socks as she headed downstairs into the kitchen to find something to munch on. “What to do with so much time off, when normally you're so busy?..” she questions as she ruffles through the cupboards for a granola bar and a bowl of cereal. With everything that’s happened in The Soul Society, it felt almost selfish that she requested time off for her well-being. The familiar sound of her phone vibrating on the kitchen counter catching her attention, the phone screen lighting up to a sweet picture of you and Izuru. A simpler time, it seems now. Izuru’s arm hooked around your neck, both of you smiling big underneath one of your favorite sakura trees in all of the Seireitei. It’s been your background for months and it still manages to make you smile, every time your phone lights up.

Two unread messages from: Babe❤️ read the brightly lit screen. ‘Hm Izuru.. usually he’s too busy to message me during his shifts. I hope everything is ok.’ y/n ponders as she swipes open her phone to read the two messages.

11:09 AM

🌸 “When you wake up, could you throw my laundry in the dryer for me?”

11:11 AM

🌸 “I'll be home early tonight, can you have the house clean, and dinner ready.”

‘Who does he think he's talking to??… first of all I’m on vacation? Or so I thought. Secondly, not even a good morning? A “hey how are you? Sorry, I left you home alone all last night and all morning.”... Not even a please or a thank you?..’ y/n scoffs taking a deep breath already feeling the frustration mounting, because this has been a usual thing for Kira lately. ‘He asks me to do chores around the house and asks me to run errands for him all the time, yet never does it for me, let alone thanks me for the things that I do..’ her brain couldn’t stop thinking now. It hasn’t exactly been stress and tension free between you and Izuru the last few weeks, with his added stress of taking on the duties of both Lieutenant and Captain of Squad 3 and trying to keep his squad under control, you understood why he would be grumpier than usual, tense, and tired and you've been trying to put in extra effort to keep your relationship above water. But it seems as time goes on, Izuru is falling behind you. He hasn't been the same, since Gin left. He treats you differently now, It's becoming tiring trying to figure him out. ‘What am I going to do..’ y/n sighs deeply, the weight on her shoulders returning heavier than before. She bothers not to text him back and places her phone face down on the counter. With her face in her hands, the morning has now shifted down a dark road y/n had tried desperately to stay out of, ‘I’m exhausted too Izuru.. It would be nice if you could also see that I'm struggling... Hurting. Just as much as you are.’ She shakes her head, and runs her delicate fingers through her soft (c) hair.

The Soul Society, your relationship, your home everything seems to be so out of balance now. You can’t help but feel anger and resentment towards those back stabbing cowards. Life was good before all of this easy, and routinely. Your relationship with Izuru was in such a good place, you had so many plans, you were happy. Because of this betrayal everything is changing, The Seireitei has become a much more serious place now, with everyone on edge.

With a full belly, fresh coffee brewed and made exactly how Y/N likes it, it was best for her to take the rest of the morning to relax and find something to entertain herself. ‘Chores’ needed to wait. It seems that’s all she does now, even when she’s on duty patrolling with her own squad someone is always sending y/n to do the most tedious stuff, or even when she’s on a mission in the world of the living, so many things to do… and never enough time to do it all it seems. Taking her warm coffee mug, and her phone into the cozy living space you and Izuru set up together. She curls up on the couch with her favorite blanket and a few couch pillows and sipped her morning coffee while she flipped through shows and streaming services, before finally settling on lighting some incense, turning on and listening to her favorite playlist, and reading a book instead. With the rain still falling gently outside the soft droplets making a ‘tap, tap tap, tap’ on the living room windows, hours had gone by, y/n fully losing and immersing herself in her dark, fictional world through the crisp pages, while the haunting lyrics of Don’t You Dare Forget the Sun danced around the fragrant, dimly lit room.

4:45 PM

Y/Ns phone buzzes once more. Another message from Izuru. “What does he want now?..” she remarks quietly and quickly snaps out of her book and back into reality as she sees her phone light up with one unopened message from: Babe❤️ on the screen.

🌸 “ Hey, I’m gonna be home at 5 tonight. I hope you’ve had a good day today.”

Taken by complete surprise that Izuru finally, and actually acknowledged her this time around, y/n unlocks her phone and replies:

🌸 “okay, see you then.”

🌸 “I Love you.”

Y/N places her phone back down on the couch, not responding further and gets up to lightly pick up and organize the house, and throws Izuru’s clothes into the dryer for him. Opting out of making dinner, and calling for take out instead. She climbs back into her spot stretched out on the couch and throws on a show to kill off the last minutes of Izuru’s disappearance. You’ve missed him all day, you admit to yourself. Wishing and hoping that he’s in a good enough mood to spend some time together tonight. Sighing and hugging a pillow you sink into your couch and drown out anymore of those pestering thoughts with a ridiculous anime on the living room TV.

5:15 PM

The front doorknob wiggles and clanks with the sound of Izuru’s house keys working the lock to get into the house. Y/N sits up from her nest on the couch and looks to the door as Izuru comes in, back facing you, sighing softly as he sets his zanpakto next to yours, and his other gear next to the front door. He sheds his shihakusho right there leaving him shirtless, his hakama loosely held in place by his belt. “Hey..” you say softly “how was your day..?” Izuru comes around the couch and plops down heavily on the cushion next to you, he smelled of fresh rain, fire smoke, sweat, and a hint of his usual warm vanilla musk cologne, such a interesting and heady combination that fills your nostrils, you can’t help but breathe in deeply a few times savoring his scent.

While rubbing the back of his neck and stretching out his legs, his feet in front of him, “It was alright…” he responded dryly, not saying much else about it, he relaxes into the couch with his head laying on the back cushion, eyes closed. “Is dinner ready? I’m starving.” He remarks to you. “I ordered take out, cooking just sounded like to much work tonight.. it should be here soon.” Izuru looks at you with hooded and tired blue eyes, the bags underneath them visible even in the dim living room light. Izuru places his warm rough hand on your thigh and gives it a loving squeeze, you can feel how thick his callouses have become as his hand laid upon your soft skin, thumb stroking comforting lines back and forth, Izuru lays his head back onto the couch cushion and breathes quietly and steadily. The weather outside, was growing more intense as the night progressed. Dark clouds swirled over the house, as a storm was approaching for the night.

The silence was deafening, all that you could hear was the soft noise from the TV, Izuru’s breathing, and your loud thumping heartbeat in your ears. It has never been this hard for you and Izuru to relate to each other, the tension y/n felt in the room was suffocating and almost unbearable, after all he was your best friend, and it was so hard to see him so beaten down, quiet, and distant. Your eyes gazed, studying Izuru’s form. He’s gotten a lot stronger, leaner, his abs even in a relaxed state we’re chiseled and defined, rising slowly with each inhale and exhale. His collarbones were peaking out shyly under his neck, his forearms have grown in size, the veins bulging out at his wrist and up to his elbow. The harsh training was paying off, despite him coming home exhausted and drained every night… ‘mmmph… wow, he looks so fucking yummy. Maybe he’ll want to…’ you think impulsively, reactively almost, sending shockwaves down your spine into the depths of your belly, giving you goosebumps down your neck. It has been awhile since you’ve got to feel.. all of Izuru. Biting your lower lip as your eyes wandered lower to his soft light blonde happy trail from his belly button to his belt, you gently place your hand over his and give it a gentle squeeze, shooing away those shivers, and incredible memories of sex with Izuru away from your brain.

5:40 PM

There was a ring of the doorbell and a gentle knock at the front door, signifying that take out had finally arrived. “I’ll get it..” Izuru says as he releases your hand and gets up from his seat, gently patting your head as he heads to the front door. He pays for the food and tips the delivery driver and takes the food to the coffee table before heading to the kitchen for plates, silverware, and two cold beers for you and him.

You guys ate in silence together, focusing on eating rather than socializing and watching TV. Once finished Izuru takes your plates, and empty beer bottles to the kitchen. Y/N cleans up whatever leftovers there were, and brings them to the fridge to put them away. In the kitchen, you see Izuru washing the 3 day dish pile up in the sink, feeling kind of bad that you had all day to do them but didn’t. Usually you guys tackled all the chores together, and the house was always spotless. Over the last few weeks, the mess slowly started to accumulate as your schedules got busier and you and Izuru spent less and less time at home. Y/N slinks up behind Izuru and wraps her arms around his waist and kisses his skin softly over and over, laying her warm cheek on his strong back. “Thank you for doing the dishes.” Y/N says appreciatively, “It’s my home too, I’m almost finished here.” He says placing the last few dishes in the dish rack to dry “I’m gonna jump in the shower.” Izuru says coldly as he drys his hands and walks out of the kitchen, not saying anything else leaving y/n standing there alone under the iridescent light. ‘..Oh, I’m sorry for bothering you’ y/ns mind sinks in the mud, as she walks to the couch heart feeling heavier than ever, after the exchange.

6:49PM

Standing in front of the steam covered mirror, towel wrapped neatly around his hips, Izuru leans over the sink, wet hair dripping on the counter and into the sink as he takes a deep breath of the humid air and breathes out slowly. ‘I have yet another busy and early day tomorrow..‘ Izuru’s mind has been so clogged, with all the events over the last few weeks he can barely think straight most of the time. Burned out and detached was all he could really feel as he tried searching his mind for a semblance of calm. Izuru sighs deeply and closes his eyes as memories of Gin, and that day replay in his mind like it happened yesterday, making his head ache. He wipes away the steam from the mirror and finishes his nightly ritual with haste. Leaving the upstairs bathroom, steam rolling out behind him as he walks to your shared bedroom, not bothering to close the door behind him to dress. He hears a faint sniffling coming from the living room that he soon drowns out, believing it’s just the show on the TV playing. He dries off and throws on black boxer briefs and green plaid pajama pants and walks downstairs to the living room, squeezing out the water in his hair with his towel on the way.

6:55 PM

Upon arrival, he notices the TV is off and y/n is sitting on the couch wiping her eyes and nose with his shirt, shuddering breaths as she tries to self soothe. “Hey, whats the matter?” Izuru says worriedly and approaches y/n from behind placing his towel over the back of the couch and crouching down in front of her. “… nothing.” Y/N says, biting her tongue and choosing to be silent in order not to put any more problems on Izuru’s shoulders. “Well that’s a lie. Your eyes are red and puffy and you’re sniffling. I’m not stupid you know?…” “C’mon, you can tell me.” Izuru coos as he cups y/n face gently and strokes her cheeks with his thumbs. Y/N whimpers softly as tears well up in her big (c) eyes and spill over, rolling down her cheeks once more, the dam in her heart breaking down completely as she sobbed hard into Izuru’s hands. “I m-miss y-yo-you. S-s-so much..” she choked out in between sobs and sniffles. “You’re always gone now and I’m always alone, you didn’t come home till late last night and you were gone this morning and I’m always doin stuff with never enough time, a-a-and, and, and..” she rambled on, not evening knowing what to say through all the pain she felt in her throat and chest. “Woah.. hey, y/n.. it’s alright don’t cry.” Izuru said in attempts to calm you down, wiping your tears away and brushing your hair out of your eyes and behind your ear. “Use your words, it’s okay y/n.” He reassures you in a gentle tone.

Taking a deep but broken breath, y/n closes her eyes and takes his hands off her face. “.. things just have not been the same babe, I feel like I’m the only one who wants this relationship anymore… I do everything I can and… I still feel less than, like I don’t matter.” Y/N says quietly, avoiding his gaze. Thunder outside booms, as the rain started to fall heavy this time. The wind blew hard against the house making it creak in rebellion. “Today.. or everyday really, feels like so much. I just don’t know how to keep going anymore.. I want you home again. I just want things to go back to normal.” Y/N says sadly, looking down. Izuru looking very concerned as he takes a seat close to you and wraps his arms around you and holds you close to his chest. “Oh babe…” “I’m sorry..” Izuru responds, sounding defeated “I’m sorry y/n, really I am. I’ve been so lost in myself and my duties I didn’t even see… or begin to realize how badly you were suffering through all this.” He acknowledges and squeezes you hard, making you cry some more into his chest. Izuru lays his head on top of yours and rubs your arms, as he felt you cry into him. Breathing in his clean manly scent slowly but surely calmed you down, the sobs turning into sniffles and eventually silence as you relaxed deeply into Izuru’s chest, hearing his heart beat steadily.

After sitting like this awhile, the rain continuing to fall outside. Y/N breaks free from his arms, “We’re gonna be okay? Right?” Y/N whispers, looking directly into Izuru’s deep blue eyes “We’re gonna be okay baby, don’t worry about a thing. I love you so much, more then you realize, I’m sorry I haven’t been expressing that to you like you deserve lately.” “I’ll do better, I promise you.” Izuru leans in and kisses you hard, lips locking in place as he places his hand on your neck deepening the kiss, a soft moan escapes your mouth that is easily dissolved by Izuru and the sudden passion that was taking over the energy between the two of you. Suddenly the room started to feel hot, your body temperature rising as those earlier thoughts of Izuru’s strong hands caressing your body, and his body weight pushing his hard cock into your tight slippery hole flood back into your mind, instinctively your hands cup his face as you let your tongue slip into Izuru’s mouth, accepting you willingly he groans as your tongues play together, twisting around each other, saliva mixing as wet kissing noises started to fill the quiet living room.

Izuru’s hands glide down from your neck to your waist as he pulls you on to his lap so you’re straddling his thighs, pushing you into his groin as you feel his cock stir awake underneath your butt. Y/N leans onto his chest, her breast perching on his muscled chest and kisses Izuru deeply, biting at his lower lip and tugging it gently before releasing it and looking at Izuru’s red blushed face “I love you Izuru, so much.” She says before grabbing his face and pulling him back into a sloppy make out session. Grinding her hips against Izuru’s thighs, encouraging his dick to get harder in his boxers to make a tent big enough to grind her throbbing wet slit against. Y/N moans into Izuru’s mouth as she feels his cock twitch hard against her core. “I’ve missed you.. I miss this..” y/n says breathlessly “Miss what?” Izuru says before grabbing y/n wrists with his hands and pushes her into the couch cushions laying over top of her, keeping her wrists in place, pinning her hips against his uncomfortably hard cock. Y/N whimpers underneath him, biting her lip and looking up at Izuru’s smoldering expression, “I can’t hear you kitten.” Izuru says in a serious tone, all aspects of playfulness disappearing. “I.. I miss sirs big cock inside..” she says shyly, “inside where?” Izuru demands, grinding his hips against your aching core grunting as the fabric between you and him gives zero to no relief to his throbbing cock but enough friction that he keeps grinding his hips, heavy precum dripping from his head making his boxers a mess. He’s missed you just as much as you him, he’s come to realize as pleasure rips through his body thinking about sinking his fingers inside your dripping wet core. “Inside.. my greedy pussy sir.” Y/N says innocently as she tries to hide her face in her arm, embarrassed and blushed pink.

Izuru grabs your chin with his free hand and turns your face towards his, forcing you to look up at him. He places his thumb over your soft lips pushing gently wanting you to take it in your mouth. Y/N parts her lips and takes his thumb in her warm wet mouth and sucks softly, causing Izuru to groan his knees almost buckling at the sight “you’re so goddamn sexy, baby.” he says biting his lip as he looks down at how cute you look going into your sub space for him so quickly. ‘God look at you.. your eyes are still red and puffy… but they’re sparkling so preciously at me.. her soft pink lips swollen from our intense kisses. Fuck she’s so gorgeous, how can I be so stupid?… this woman is gonna be the death of me, and I’m okay with that.’ Izuru notes in his brain, as he releases your wrists, pulls his thumb out of your mouth and moves his hands to the hem of your (his) shirt, undressing you quickly exposing your breasts and nipples to the cold living room air. Your nipples perk up immediately as the cold air wraps around your upper body, Izuru then fumbles around with the cute little bow you tied in your shorts strings to remove your shorts, his eyes eating you up and drinking you in like you were his salvation, his rapture. His eyes gazed down your body, mesmerized completely until he saw your panties. “Isn’t this the pair I got for you on our first anniversary?” He questioned raising his eyebrow at you as he lightly traced the little flowers with his fingers and over your dripping cunt. Putting pressure over your clit through the fabric, as he waited for you to answer. Y/N yelps cutely as his expert fingers gently toy with her pussy through the fabric, her hands resting on her tummy “yes sir… they’re my favorite pair.” She replies and smiles up at Izuru. “You’ve always looked so cute in them.” He mentions sweetly, and he beams back at you. “I’m trying to get inside them though..” he says darkly, smile vanishing as he pulls them down the length of your thighs, over your calves with no remorse.

Completely naked now, and feeling a little exposed y/n giggles as she watches Izuru fumble out of his own clothing, piling them on the floor with everything else. His hard cock finally free and out in the open, ‘when was the last time I’ve seen him completely naked?..hmm he really is a god amongst men. I’m so fucking lucky.’ y/n thinks distractedly, eating Izuru alive with her eyes. Looking him up and down in all his glory, his strong body now fully exposed to her, blushing deeply as her eyes can’t stop glancing at his perfect cock. Slightly curved upwards, deep pink head with pre coating his slit, naturally ribbed with veins running down his shaft and up his V line. ‘Trimmed too?.. fuck. So you thought about it too then huh?’ Y/n noted as she looked up his body, eyes resting on his perfect ass and muscular back.

Finished undressing, Izuru climbs back onto the cramped couch with you, ringing his arms around your thighs pulling you harshly down so his face was level with your pussy. The sudden movement makes y/n gasp in surprise, rocking her back into the present moment from her dreamy headspace. “I wanna show you just how much I love you tonight.. I’ve missed you so much baby.” He coos softly up at you. The scene you were presented with… Izuru’s beautiful face looking up at you from between your soft plush thighs was tantalizing enough, you bite your lip and thread your hands and fingers through his hair pushing it out and away from his face, so he could get to work. Without breaking eye contact, Izuru unwraps one arm and uses his fingers to spread your wet folds apart, the other arm flexing and jerking your leg open to keep it in place. He breathes you in deeply and kisses both your inner thighs repeatedly, then each lip, before he takes your whole slit into his mouth sucking and licking every last bit of your pussy. His tongue digging into your hole as he begins to eat you out. Izuru sucks and gently tugs on your clit with his lips, your juices dripping down his mouth and onto the couch, ‘god she tastes so heavenly…’ Izuru moans appreciatively at your flavor. Sweet, with a little tanginess bringing him forward into complete bliss, Izuru closes his eyes and savors every last drop of you, sucking and licking you up like a melting popsicle. Y/N moans out loud and pushes Izuru’s face deeper into her core grinding her hips against his face and fervent mouth. “Unnnghh.. that’s so fucking good daddy don’t st-st-stop.” Y/N says unashamedly as she tugs at his soft blonde hair hard causing Izuru to groan against her swollen lips, the vibrations being sent directly to her belly and hips as she felt that familiar warm sensation creeping up her legs. “You’re gonna make me fucking c-cum, fuck!” Y/N moans wildly and throws her head back as her orgasm grows closer to snapping at any moment, with the continued movements of Izuru’s swirling wet tongue.

Taking the fingers he was using to spread your labia, he slides the two fingers inside your dripping pussy, while he moves them at a steady pace and puts the exact right amount of pressure on your spongey gspot, with that he could feel the exact moment your orgasm ripped through your whole body. “Oh my GOD!! IZURUUUU YES!” Y/N screams and cums so hard she squirts all over Izuru’s mouth and chest, desperately trying to escape his arms to no avail. The couch now completely soaked in y/n’s juices, with his fingers still inside he continues to play with your spot pushing up and towards him faster and faster while he speeds up the movement of his tongue, flicking over your sensitive and throbbing clit. Overstimulating y/n was one of Izuru’s favorite pastimes, the way she squirms and begs for him to stop his assault on her clit, turns him on so much he unknowingly started to grind his cock into the couch for even just a little relief. Izuru looks up at you with your pussy still in his mouth and finger fucks you until your 2nd orgasm starts to slowly rewind in your belly. Y/N releases Izuru’s hair after cumming and lays back panting hard, legs shaking and body still involuntarily jerking because of Izuru still toying and playing with your slit. “Baby pleaseeee..” y/n begs longingly “I need you inside me now, sir.” “Getting demanding now are we babe?” Izuru quirks playfully, releasing you from his hold because he too was getting eager now, he admitted to himself.

After finishing his (2nd) meal, Izuru sits up on his knees and wipes his mouth with the back his hand. His cock is red and swollen now from the lack of stimulation. Trying to sit up to return the favor y/n is suddenly pushed back into position against the couch by Izuru, he places himself in between your legs, his big hands ride up the back of your thighs as he pushes your knees up to your shoulders putting you in a fetal like position. Izuru grabs the base of his hard cock and pushes his head into your throughly eaten hole, but just the head. “You just lay down and look real pretty while I drill this tight little pussy just the way you like it babe..” he says cooly. Inch by Inch he slowly sinks himself into your depths, impossible to hold his moans back, and feeling how wet you are for him “f-ffuuuuckkk baby… you’re so sweet and tight for me.” Izuru’s shutters, his face softening as he praises you and bottoms out, his full balls resting on your ass. Y/N gasps at the sheer girth of him, Izuru’s cock fits so perfectly inside of you like it was made just for you, each rib of his cock filling and rubbing your walls so good. Izuru stretches your legs out so they’re resting on his shoulders, he leans forward so your pinned underneath his body. His cock going impossibly deeper into you, causing breathy moans to break from your lips. “Ohhh.. Izuru baby, you feel so goooood..” y/n says feeling all of him inside her now, “I haven’t even started yet love.” He chuckles and smiles down at you, before he pulls out and slams back into your pussy, hard. Y/N yelps out, loudly this time and covers her mouth with her hand, eyebrows furrowing at the sudden movement. “Don’t do that..” Izuru huffs as he removes your hand from your mouth, “let me here you scream for daddy.” He says as he really starts to move, his cock ramming into you over and over, relentlessly. Izuru throws his head back and groans loudly as he finds a comfortable rhythm to fuck you too. “God your pussy is so fucking perfect… I miss feeling all of you baby..” he says to you in a forced but hushed tone, trying hard not to cum so soon. “I want to be in you forever.” Izuru claims and pushes your legs to his waist so he can get as close to you as he can, his face instinctively going to the crook of your neck breathing you in. His left hand coming up to cup your soft boob, rubbing and playing with your sensitive nipple while he moved his hips at a slower pace, in hopes this would help him last. His orgasm approaching quicker than he’d like.

The storm was still raging on outside, thunder rolling and lightning flashing through the small slit in the living room curtains. The rain weltering against the windows hard. The scary weather outside was not gonna stop either of you from your current festivities. Y/N wraps her legs around Izuru’s hips as he fills her up, his balls slapping noisily against her butt. So much passion filled the space around and between you and him, no thoughts were processed and no words were spoken just gasps and moans filled the room. He felt so good inside of you. With his warm, heavy body laying against yours. His long slender fingers toying with your sensitive nipple and his breath ragged against your ear, moaning at the feeling of your slick, and creamy pussy sucking him in hungrily. Izuru’s head had begun to spin, as his balls tightened up signaling he was about to cum. Y/Ns soft hands roamed Izuru’s strong back feeling his muscles rippling underneath her palms before settling on his chiseled shoulders. “I don’t.. don’t think I’m gonna last.. much longer. Gonna fucking c-cum.” Izuru pants against you. His cock started to twitch inside, pushing up against your sensitive spot causing y/n to cry out loudly, tears pricking the edge of her eyes. Hearing him speak such things to you tonight was sending you completely over the edge, but that.. what he just said that was the last puzzle piece you needed that sent you straight into your next orgasm. Y/N cry’s loudly as her 2nd orgasm takes over her body like a freight train. Cumming harder the second time than the first, gushing even more all over Izuru’s cock and body. The squeezing and pulsing around his cock did Izuru in, his face contorting with pure bliss, he moans loudly before pulling out and shooting his warm load all of your stomach and breasts, grunting with each shot and thrusting his cock in his fist as he held on through his orgasm, the strong waves rolling through his entire body, leaving him shuttering and shaking. Completely spent now, his cock going soft as he sat there panting and sweaty. Izuru looks down at you, a complete mess covered in your mixed fluids, fucked dumb, panting, and shiny with sweat just like him. He smiles at you with blushed cheeks “you looks so beautiful baby..” he states as he climbs from the now bodily fluid soaked couch giving you room to sit up and recompose yourself. “Let me go and run us a shower babe, wait here.” He says before disappearing upstairs to restart the shower he had already taken.

10:45 PM

Before getting a chance to come downstairs to get you, y/n appears at the bathroom doorway reaching for the hand towel to clean herself up quickly before stepping into the shower with Izuru. Izuru turns away from the shower and sees y/n wiping herself down, stepping towards her and wrapping his arms around her and kissing her shoulders, upper back, and neck, giving her a tight squeeze from behind. “I love you so much y/n. Please never forget that, I’m always gonna be yours.” Izuru says against her chilled skin kissing between each word. “Cmon let’s get you cleaned up.” He says before taking a hand in yours and leading you to the now warm shower. Rinsing you down and washing your body gently, kissing your soft, clean skin, and face repeatedly. After the shower y/n brushes her teeth and hair and dresses in a loose fitted shirt, cotton pink panties yawning her way into the warm bed next to Izuru, who lazily wraps the comforter and his long arms around you and pulls you into his chest. “I’ll bring you the sun, moon, and stars someday my love. Goodnight, beautiful…” he promises sleepily before dozing off soundly. Y/N curled up against his chest, warm, and exhausted hearing his words resonate soundly in her skull ‘sun, moon, and stars huh.. I really am so lucky to have you, Izuru Kira, my melancholy boy. I’m glad to have you back.’ Y/N smiles as she thinks to herself, nuzzling closer to Izuru before dozing off into a deep sleep tangled up in the arms and legs of her lover boy. With the storm outside coming to an end, the residual drops from the rooftop gently tapping against the glass window pane, the night sky clearing and the moonlight shining bright through the curtains, over the gently sleeping forms, of both y/n and Izuru..

End..🌸💕

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— Thanks for reading! I had so much fun writing this 💕I hope this is similar to what you wanted. lmk if not, I’ll take all the constructive criticism I can get to help me get better at writing 🥺