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AN EASY A - NAGI SEISHIRO

synopsis: There's a problem student in your class and he just can't seem to understand that he needs to put in the effort. You've already given him three chances to make up his assignments - all of which he ignored. But what happens when he suggests another alternative during office hours?

contents: explicit content, afab!fem!reader, age gap (he's 22 and reader is 27), student-teacher (duh), reader kind of a tough professor lol, also a bully too ig, sex in teacher's office, masturbation (reader), power imbalance, nonconsensual video recording, vaginal sex, unprotected, creampie, breast/nipple play, dom?reader, switch!nagi, cunninglingus, cumming on face and inside, degradation, name calling (brat x 2, good boy x 1), nagi having a big dick, happy ending :) word count: 3.7K a/n: part 3 of my kinktober event :3 SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG LIFE TOOK OVER BUT I HOPE THIS MAKES UP FOR THE LOST TIME ;; I WILL MAKE THE LAST KINKTOBER FIC EXTRA SPICY TOO DONT WORRY FAM - also im super proud of myself for literally scraping the draft and rewrote this within a span of two days?? like wow the pressure is on.

There are some habits that never seem to change — even with age. You’ve seen it all, experienced it too, from emailing your teachers last minute about having to make up an exam worth over half of your course grade to faking a family death in order to get an extension, or — and this is more for students who are a bit too ‘brave’ — blaming the teachers for their inability to do their jobs. You knew what you would be getting into when you went into this job, from having to do the last minute panic pleas to now being on the receiving end of it. And you now actually feel sorry for having to bombard your past professors like that.

You release a deep breath from your nose and flick the red gel pen across a student’s exam, circling the large failing number by their name. “I’ll see you next year.” You try to sound less harsh, more on the sympathetic side, since you’re relatively still within the same age group as some of these students, but who wants to hear that? That they have to repeat a course and be stuck a graduation year behind? Absolutely no one.

You want to look away as you hand the student back his exam scores because you just know it’s going to end with tears and meaningless pleas but that would be unprofessional on your end. Instead, you give the student a small smile and a couple of pieces of candy from the glass bowl next to you.

“Sorry if it’s not much but it’s better than nothing?” God, you need to work on your pep talk. These students are basically adults, not elementary school kids.

“A-Are you sure I can’t do anything else to boost my grade?” The student starts to whimper and you have to tense your whole body from cringing at their quivering voice.

Ugh, it’s useless. Why bother begging if they haven’t bothered to study the material?

Still, you manage to whip up an emphatic frown and shake your head, voice sounding more motherly. “I’m sure it’ll be easier for you to understand next time.”

Another whine and then a final huff before the student storms out of your office. By the time the door shuts and their wails are out of ear shot, you slump back into your chair and groan loudly into your palms. Your body aches from being at your desk all day long — your mind is doing no better, having to deal with students’ cries and unwarranted trauma dumping. Seriously, when are they going to pay teachers more to deal with this type of stuff?

On the bright side of things, your office hours are officially over. Final grades will be up by tonight and you’ve completed most of your tasks with all but one student being a constant no show for the eternity of the semester but that responsibility doesn’t fall onto you. He and the handful of others can just show up again next year.

You spend some time debating your options, eating a nice, warm bowl of noodles sounds good for now but… you did spend nearly eight hours cooped up in your office and you are feeling a bit high energy right now, so stress relieving might be a good answer first.

��Now, where did I put that thing?” You reach down your desk, pulling up your purse and rummage through it looking for a very specific purple ‘massager’.

It’s super rare for you to ‘release’ stress while on campus grounds, this might be one of the few times, with others following the same patterns, but you feel the utter need to reward yourself after today’s events. It’ll only take you maybe ten minutes max, afterwards it’s dinner and then a quiet train ride home. Plus, not like you have a partner who can do this for you — you barely have time to take care of yourself, let alone be in a relationship or commit yourself to a random hook up. Sometimes, it’s just better to handle the situation yourself since it is your body.

A breathy sigh leaves your lips as you place the vibrating head against the soft cotton fabric of your panties, already soaked through by just the thought of de-stressing yourself. You throw your head back, with one hand steady with the magic wand and the other traveling up to your blouse, unbuttoning the top and allowing your black bra to be exposed in the room. As you increase the pressure from the vibrations, your free hand spills your breasts from its cups, your thumbs and digits immediately running over the sensitive nubs and plush flesh of your chest as you start to chase your high.

“M-Mhm—! Right there…” You roll your head to the side and shut your eyes, imagination fleeting to the thoughts of a male seated in between your legs, his tongue desperate and latching to your overwhelmed clit and folds while your thighs keep his shoulders in place.

You think it’s so unfair that your other friends have already settled down with partners of their own. When holidays come around the corner, when you finally catch a break from all the whining and fake wolf cries, you just have to hear your friends gush about how romantic their partners are to them. You secretly hate winter because of it. All those talks about Christmas gifts, their New Year’s couples resolutions, their stupid fancy ski trips that cost close to thousands of dollars, and then top it off for Valentine’s Day. Summer is more bearable, only because of the lack of romantic holidays, but you still get bitter from seeing their beach photos and international trips.

You change the position of your magic wand, facing it closer and pressing it harder down your clit, nearly drawing blood from your lips as you suppress back a frantic moan — a moan that’s a mix of both pleasure and frustration.

Fuck the students. Fuck your friends. And fuck this job.

“H-Haah—! Oh my god…” Your hips buckle feverishly, body quaking in your seat as you start to feel a familiar coil tightening in your stomach and a rush down below. A build up of tears start pooling at the corners of your eyes as your vision starts to grow hazy. Your heart heaves forward, about to burst out of your chest, the imaginary man just about to finish you off—

Creak.

Your eyes immediately pop open and the color drains from your face at the squealing sound from the door. You don’t have enough time to cover yourself up when you realize that a student is standing by the entrance, wearing an equally shocked expression on his face. A tousle of white shaggy hair, large gray eyes, appearing at a staggering height with—your gaze trail to his hands and nearly faint from the sight—his phone.

The sound of the door creaking again snaps you out of the phase and your arms fly over your chest, the words stuck in your throat and your vibrator falling to the floor.

Shit, what should you ask first? Has he been recording you this whole time? When did he even show up? You’re positive that you were the only one left in the academic building, so what is going on?

“Um,” The male has the audacity to walk in the room, his gaze fixated on everything but you. “Are office hours still open?”

What. The. Fuck.

You blink once, twice, and, when the student is still standing there, confirming your thoughts that he isn’t an awful mirage sent down by the Lord himself, you feel yourself internally shrinking.

“I-Is that the first thing you want to ask me?” You stifle back a laugh, or at least you think it’s a laugh. Maybe even a few waterworks for later. “Just who are you?”

But then it hits you. The black and blue duffle bag he has by his side had his name engraved on it. You don’t need to take a closer to recognize the national team’s logo and you certainly don’t need a Google search to realize that Nagi fucking Seishiro, a soccer prodigy and your apparent student for the semester, might’ve just recorded you masturbating in your office.

You manage to find an old jacket from one of the drawers at your desk and throw it on before pointing a harsh finger at the man. “Delete it, now.”

“Will I get an A?” Nagi is surprisingly blunt and, now looking back, this might honestly be the first time you’ve ever talked to him out of the whole semester. He seems to catch your perplexed look, shooting you a pair of creased brows back as he explains, “All of my other courses were remote because of training and football games… You were the only professor that denied it.”

You huff, seemingly annoyed that he thinks he can be an exception to your course rules. “I don’t hand out favoritism to just anyone and,” You glare at the phone in his hand, sneering right back at his uncaring facial expression. “I’m definitely not going to pass you if you’re threatening to black mail me.”

“Maybe we can help each other out?” Nagi offers, maybe a bit too fast and too eager.

You cautiously sink back in your seat, eyes narrowing at his suggestion. “What are you implying, Nagi?” The male shuffles awkwardly in place and your gaze flicks down, eyes widening for the nth time today and an audible gasp slips out. “You can’t be serious.”

“I need to pass and you—” Nagi clears his throat and motions to your slick covered vibrator, which is still very much on and buzzing away on the wooden floor boards near his feet. “You didn’t finish.” He rakes his fingers through his hair and adjusts the semi-hard length through his sweats with his other before finishing his offer. “I’ll delete the video, help you, and you’ll give me an A?” Nagi lamely suggests.

You want to scream, dig yourself a ditch large enough to fit you and the rest of however much pride you had left, and wither away. You’ve had students coming to you with plenty of other excuses, much more tamed than whatever situation you’ve found yourself in. And, regardless how much shitty this actually is, it doesn’t get rid of the fact that: one — you’re still sexually frustrated from having your orgasm ruined by this oversized, lazy fucker, two — you literally just got this job a year ago and getting fired for masturbating on campus might not look so great on your record, and three — if Nagi is true to his words, maybe you both can just forget about it the next day.

“You don’t get the control, I do.” You rise from your seat, allowing the jacket to fall from your frame. Your gaze hardens on the male subject in front of you as you bend down to reach for your toy, turning it off and putting it away in a nearby drawer that’s most likely filled with other student’s graded assignments.

Whatever, they’ll probably cry more fluids on it when they get their results back anyway.

Nagi tenses when you reach over to touch his arms, feeling up his toned biceps and rest of his upper body underneath the black hoodie, and he doesn’t dare to move unless you tell him to. You let out a scoff, feeling satisfied that he’s already willing to compromise so quickly under short notice. With a light tug on his sleeve, you drag him closer to your desk and settle yourself on top of it. You hike up your pencil skirt to your upper thighs and spread your legs wide enough for the width of his shoulders.

“On your knees, brat.”

He silently obliges, bending down on one knee and his hands find home on your inner thighs. You resist the urge to squirm under his touch, still feeling rather sensitive from your earlier chase and not wanting to give him any ounce of satisfaction. Without any audible exchanges, he allows you to direct his head closer to the heat of your sex, the combination of your increasing wetness and the hot puffs from his breath makes your stomach twist in anticipation.

With a quick swipe, his fingers brush aside your panties to the crease of your thighs and lean in, giving a few experimental licks to your slicked cover folds before burying the rest of his face in. Your reaction is instant. Your fingers claw their way deep into his shoulder blades, thighs threatening to squeeze the living life out of him, but Nagi’s grip is even more threatening. He stays rigid, palms glued to your thighs and keeping them in place as his tongue flicks against the stiff nub — drawing lazy circles.

Your mouth betrays your character as he suddenly decides to insert two digits, scissoring their way into your velvety walls. Nagi grunts in response at just how lewd you sound right now.

“Soaking wet…” He observes with careful eyes at your sex before looking up, a playful smirk flashes across his face when he notices the flush in your cheeks. With another twirl from his fingers, combined with the slow swirls from his tongue, your head rolls back as the torrent seems to be relentless.

With the next extra pumps, you cum hard with a shudder, vicing your thighs against his head. You can feel the leak of fluids slide out of your folds, and Nagi pushes his face inward, making sure he slid his tongue against that sweet spot of yours again. It blinds you with a final surge of pleasure, and you cry out as your orgasm shakes you to the core, nails biting into his shoulders.

You’ve never experienced an orgasm that intense before, even with the usage of your vibrator — hell, you can’t even remember when’s the last time a man has made you reach that high. Bright colors cloud your vision as you tumble through what seems like an endless bliss. Your body goes slack, back now flushed against the office desk, but Nagi’s body is still tense, his muscles twitching as he gets to his feet and lifts your legs off his shoulders.

“Hey,” Nagi slurs, wiping away your slick with the back of his hand. “We’re not done here.”

“W-What are you talking about—ah!”

Your vision is just beginning to clear up when you find yourself trapped between Nagi’s arms. He’s hovering above you, a certain dark look casts over his gray hues as he bores into your own. You swallow hard, heart beating faster when you look down to see his sweats already laid around his thighs and his cock springs free, head spilling with heavy amounts of pre. Nagi’s length twitches at the sounds of your moans and the male takes that as a sign of approval.

“What?” He leans forward, his bangs brushing against your forehead. “You’ve never seen a penis before?”

“Don’t get smart with me, brat.” You spit back, immediately tearing your gaze away from his rather impressive size. Might be the biggest you’ve ever seen in person outside from those awful porn videos online.

If you can find the energy to, you might’ve laughed at his lame attempt to have the upper hand, but Nagi doesn’t waste his time. He closes the distance, smashing his lips against yours, tongue already dragging its way down your throat. You choke back but recover quickly, hands flying to his locks, grabbing fistfuls, and rocking your hips against his hardened appendage. A sinful groan slips from his lips and lifts one of your thighs up, your ankle resting on his shoulder while he wraps the other around his waist.

You part your lips when he breaks away from the kiss, a thin trail of saliva connecting you two, and a whine spills from you as Nagi begins sliding his cock in between your folds. He sucks in his teeth, breath hitching sharply at the sight.

“Wanna put it in so bad—” He shudders seeing your slick engulfing his length. “Can I—Can I please put it in?” His monotone voice now replaced with a shaky resolve, almost as if he’s seeking for your next stage of approval and pleasure.

You reach up and cup his cheeks in your hands, eyes softening at his glassy ones. “Promise to delete that video and you might get a chance, Nagi.”

“Sei,” The male breathes out.

You tilt your head. “Huh?”

Nagi leans into your touch, nuzzling his cheeks into your palms. “Want you to call me Sei… Can you do that?”

“Sei…” You whisper out, suppressing back a laugh when you see the towering male tensing at the sound of his name. The twitching from his cock brushes against your clit making you squirm. “Sei, make me cum around that cock of yours.”

A cry escapes from the both of you when he slides in, inching bit by bit and holding your waist with both hands as leverage. You can’t do anything but throw your head back, sounds leaving your hoarse throat at the sheer size from him. Your hands can only reach his thighs, nails leaving their crescent marks on his skin as Nagi bottoms out inside of you with a long, agonizing stroke. Nagi takes his time, building a slow but steady rhythm, staring down at you with intense gray eyes and making sure the thickness of his cock stretches your walls as he continues. You suddenly feel grateful that you came earlier, the extra slick and foreplay made the insertion easier because you’re certain without it there’s no guarantee that you would’ve been able to handle this mind numbing fucking.

After a few more experimental strokes, Nagi finds a comfortable pace. You’re now starting to get used to him and it feels so, so good that you’re finding everything in your power to spread your legs as far open as they would go. Sensing your struggle, Nagi lifts one hand to push your thigh back even further, and you let out a yelp, whining when you feel him brushing against that sweet spot inside of you again.

A warm rushing sensation starts building in your stomach again and you feel as if you’re about to jump off a cliff. Your walls clamp down around his cock, wails starting to bounce off the walls and legs shaking without any means of control. You’re absolutely floored by the way Nagi’s able to make your body react this much under his touch. It’s only your first time having sex, yet it feels like he’d been making love with you for a lifetime.

Your eyes fly shut as the feeling of his callous thumbs make their way onto your swollen clit, rubbing and tapping away. Flames are riding your nerves, you can’t hold back any sort of resistance in your voice as he picks up the pace, hips slamming into yours and sounds of sex filling the air. Nagi moves swiftly and punishingly, holding your hips still and not allowing you any room to move around as his cock tears against that spot that had tears finally spilling down your flushed face.

“Sei,” You choke out a sob, throwing a hand over your mouth to try and suppress some of the noise. Though, you and him both know it’s a futile effort.

The build up of pleasure is so binding that you’re beginning to lose sense of time and place, feeling only the desperate and feral thrusts from your student. Your second orgasm fades slowly, leaving you in a pool of ecstasy, but that doesn’t stop Nagi.

Still hard and pumping, his grip on your hips only tighten and he grunts out a lustful moan. “Feels good, right? Cumming all over me?”

You look up to him, tears of pleasure disorienting your vision, and in a state where you’re too incoherent to speak — pleading only with your doe eyes.

Nagi understood immediately. He slows down his pace, leaning forward, making sure the head of his cock kisses the inside of your cervix before bending down to place one on your own gaping lips.

“Such a good boy, aren’t you?” You manage out.

He groans at the pet name and peppers your face and neck with wet kisses, lifting your leg with one hand so that he can slowly stroke back and forth inside.

One of your hands reaches for your chest, fondling and toying with your nipples while your other hand reaches for the back of his head, gripping his white locks and pulling him down for another feverish kiss. Your lips remain sealed and pressed together in a battle of tongues as he rocks inside of you, sending you yet another orgasm as he moans into your mouth.

“H-Haah—I’m close…” His hips buck wildly. “Gonna cum inside of this pretty pussy…”

Nagi finally comes undone inside of you, his whole body shuddering as coats of white paint the insides of your velvety walls. A heavy pant from him catches your ears as he pulls out slowly, eyes admiring the hot, white trail that travels down your thighs and onto your desk.

By now, you can barely keep your eyes open, both mind and body exhausted. You try to get up, only to find zero strength left in your limbs, but soon you feel a pair of toned biceps around your waist and Nagi pulls you into his firm, yet comforting chest.

You want to ask him something again, something regarding that video he took of you earlier, but you’re beginning to lose your train of thought as exhaustion creeps up. Your entire body aches and your pussy is still emptying his remaining orgasm. But, strangely enough, you find yourself not caring about it anymore.

A smile makes its way onto your features as you drift off to sleep, making you miss the fact that Nagi did delete the video shortly after and scribble a quick note next to your purse. It’ll be another hour before you have the chance to read it.

‘Don’t forget that A. XXX-XXX-0506 - Sei.’

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year

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Hey gorgeous,

Would you be up for some angst ?

Maybe his niece (rhaenyras younger sister) was always the negleted child and after sometime she gets to be known as one of the greatest targaryens (she claims cannibal and is a beast when it comes to fighting and being a ruler) and she comes to the last dinner before her father dies and sleeps with daemon (who previously in her childhood made her feel worthless)

And when she avoids him after, he goes to her and shes like:

-Just so you know, that meant nothing

-what if it meant everything to me?

-not my problem

All I Ever Wanted

Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader

Summary: The gods have weighed the scales, now you were only paying everyone their dues. It felt nice to hold the upper hand against your uncle for once.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: mentions/depictions of targcest (uncle and niece), fem!reader, mentions/allusions to sex, angst, bad fam relations, typos, etc.

A/N: idk im tired i hope you like it nonnie. i changed a bunch of stuff about the fic req so T_T i cant believe i managed to make it so long HAHHAHAHH Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony

Daemon could not believe it.

He could not believe that he woke up by himself.

He was soaking in his smugness, dripping with self-accomplishment and victory, eagerly rolling over to coo his musings of self-importance to his prey.

Yet you were gone.

And he did not understand it.

He did not appreciate the bile that was threatening to be regurgitated out of his pallet. A line grew between his brows as he ripped his blanket off. He roughly dressed himself in breeches and a shirt, then stormed out of this chambers.

Part of him was relieved to find you so quickly, another part was in pure offence to how nonchalant you acted in the gardens, eating a pear as you read a book.

"Skoro syt issi ao kesīr sīr early isse se ñāqatubis?" Daemon cut through your concentration on your page. You turned to him halfway through his sentence, full mouth slowing in its chewing.

"What do you mean 'why are you here so early in the morning', uncle?" you narrow your eyes, shaking the hanging foot from your crossed leg. The heavy, red velvet of your skirt barely moved at your actions.

Daemon walks over to you, unkempt long, platinum hair blowing with the morning breeze along with his loose shirt, "you should have woken up with me."

You watch him as he nears. When he reaches the bench you were sat upon, you bring your book to your lap, one hand in between the pages of where you stopped reading, "and why should I have done so, uncle?"

The tone in which you say this with simultaneously angers and excites Daemon. He adores a good challenge. You both know that.

The prince reaches out to your face, tilting your head up to him, "I'm not done with you, niece."

You roll your eyes. He chuckles as you stand.

You thoughtlessly discard the core of the fruit to the side and release your grip on your book in order to clamp it under your arm, "iksis ziry daor obvious bona iksan tetan lēda ao?"

Daemon stills. He watches as you, his sweet little niece, defiantly staring at him. You spat such words as 'is it not obvious that I am finished with you?' to him? Your uncle? Your star? He who you viewed as holy as the Seven you were so devout to? No. This surely was a jest. A game of cat and mouse.

Daemon's lips curve into a lopsided grin. He opens his mouth to join in the banter, and yet he was not given an opportunity to speak.

"I will leave now, since you're clearly persistent to bother me," you coldly say, moving past him in all audacity.

A scoff actually leaves him because of this. He catches your arm, lowly and dryly chuckling, "rūda lēda aōha tymptir, byka genes."

Quit with your game, little mouse.

"I'm not playing, and I'm not a mouse," you snip, pulling your arm out of his grip.

Now you were both looking at each other with furrowed brows, equally long and light air wafting with the wind.

"I got what I wanted from you, Daemon."

You word this so plainly, so carelessly, and yet it pokes at him, makes his insides churn.

"I've scratched my itch. I've satiated my curiously," you release the tension between your brows to contort your face into scorn, "I've unraveled you, and found you're just another man-- greedy, self-absorbed, and cannot show for all the talk they give."

Daemon scoffs, eyes narrowing. He steps closer, raising his nose as he lets your words get under his skin, "it is too early to toy with me like this."

The eyeroll you give strikes a chord in him as you mutter, "ah, kepus, ao sagon getting uēpa. Ȳdra daor ao jiōragon ziry?" Oh, uncle, you're getting old. Don't you get it? The hardness in his face falters when you continue, "there's no game between us. There's nothing."

Daemon pulls his head back. No. That's not you.

You slowly shake you're head, ratifying, "Iksan gaomagon lēda ao."

I'm done with you.

But who were you?

Last night, the young girl he used to braid the hair of burst into the hall, uninvited, with purpose. His decaying brother, Viserys, and the Hightower bitch was shocked, even your sister, Rhaenyra, was. Daemon, though, was amused by the the theatrics and whispered this your ear, telling you that you copied him.

It was clear when you replied, "except I was not exiled, uncle. I left and returned on my own will. Something you have never done and never will," that you were not that little girl anymore.

He watched you as you moved, as you carried yourself in the room with not a hint of reluctance. You came as... a woman. A woman.

His breath caught in his lungs as you recounted your stories with your beloved Cannibal, much to the aghast looks of others. He was not one of those who laughed at the notion your frailer version gave of claiming the dragon, and yet still, he could hardly believe the words that you surely uttered by your bitten lips himself.

Oh, your lips that then mused more private stories for his ears only later that night, your lips that he then took between his teeth even later, and that he then made to call out his name in the early mornings.

Who were you now?

That woman was not here. You were not the warrior that claimed the dragon, the vixen that clamed his soul, and, sure by the gods, not the little girl that claimed all eagerness to please everyone around her.

Who were you, you who was looking down at him, as though it was not he that read you bedtime stories, he that gave you treats under the banquet table, he that make you come undone beneath him last night?

How dare you discard him?

Daemon regains his gall, "I'm not done with you, niece."

You don't even look at him when you say, "I don't care," and walk away with that stupid book in your hands.

His nostrils flare. "Don't you fucking walk away from me," he quips, unwilling to chase, unwilling to bend or beg.

He watches as you make your way farther.

Against himself, in a brand of desperation, he hastens after you, grabbing your arm, pulling you back to face him. He heaves at your idle gaze, "you've worn my patience."

"It's only fair," you purse your lips, "you worn my time for nothing."

One of Daemon's eyes twitches.

"Bullshit," he chuckles.

You shrug and it enrages him.

It is bullshit and you both know it. And yet somehow, he's beaten to the punch again. He's left defenseless before his little niece and it's ripping at his seams.

"I honestly expected more from you, uncle," you pout, "but then again, I only thought so highly of you because I was a naïve child, just like you said I was all those years ago."

Daemon could not even respond as you hypnotize him by pushing his hair behind his ear, "I've met many men whilst my travels with Cannibal. Though I did appreciate your company, I'm sure you'd agree last night was as lack lustre as it was for me, right, uncle? Since you'd had a great many women yourself."

He watches you as you lean in. He can see the sheen, smell the remnants of pear on your mouth.

This was a trap. There was no real answer. He's been choked. You knew this. And now your lips were curving up.

"Your mind games don't work on me, child," Daemon finally gets to speak.

You laugh outright. You grab his arm as you sigh, "what? Is it so scary to reply to my words you evaded the question altogether?"

In another world, he'd have gone red faced at your words, but no, your mind games don't work on him.

But, oh, it does.

You got him piping like a kettle.

"Just so we're perfectly clear, uncle, so that I am certain we're on the same page," you clutch your book into your chest, "know, that everything, last night, meant nothing to me."

He speaks before he thinks. He can't even hate himself for it because he speaks like he can't even hear himself, "what if it meant everything to me?"

You knit your brows. You scoff out a chuckle, "now who's playing, Daemon?"

His breath audibly hitches. You hear it. You smile, "that's not really my problem, now is it?"

You horribly, so, so gently rub the pad of your thumb on his lips. He freezes as you turn back. Daemon watches you walk away for the second time. This time, he does not run after.

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xieni-logs · 9 months

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Ooooh how about the whole Astral Express fam but both Caelus and Stelle + Y/N at an amusement park? Like who would be grabbing onto who for dear life on rollercoasters, who enjoys the spinny and 100 mph rides and then all of them on those water raft rides or just some ride with enough room for them all?

THE ASTRAL EXPRESS: AMUSEMENT PARKS

a/n: i hope i did your request right. i havent been to an amusement park in years so im honestly just assuming these rides all exist inside one park. i did think of writing for pompom but wondered if pompom can even leave the express. i enjoyed writing this, thank you! (ˊᗜˋ)/

March 100% enjoys thrill rides and ferris wheels. she acts like the ride is scary when she's in line but has no fear taking out her camera right before the roller coaster is about to drop. does her little peace sign pose and takes a picture as the people around are yelling and someone passed out. she'll even go on a ride multiple times just for a good picture. forces everyone to go with her at least once. if you say yes easily, great: you're going on the drop tower for the third time in two hours with March now! Welt holding his poor back, Himeko is a little dizzy, Dan Heng is sweating and feeling nauseous, Stelle and Caelus are both saying they're perfectly fine but their legs are shaking like crazy, March is completely unaffected though! she's running to the next ride and telling everyone to hurry up as if she didn't just make Caelus throw up inside a little. if you're unaffected like she is, pray for your legs because you'll be standing in line for hours going on the same ride again and again.

Caelus enjoys the bumper cars and bumper boats the most. there’s something therapeutic about purposefully crashing into people, according to him. he targets people but denies it. has nearly flipped another bumper boat open and was forced to apologize to the whoever was on that bumper boat by welt later. don't be surprised if Caelus begins targeting you for no reason, he does it for everyone!

Stelle loves the haunted houses and test of strength games. nothing better than going through it all trying to prove who's better. March happily goes along with her, Caelus will too, and Dan Heng will be dragged along whether he likes it or not! Himeko and Welt wait outside, still recovering from the rides March dragged them on. most of the time, you'll walk through the haunted house no problem. the most you'll get is a sharp gasp from Caelus and Stelle or an "EEP!" from March, and nothing from Dan Heng. but if it's one of those creepier haunted houses, well... you'll walk out, all of you holding onto somewhere on Dan Heng.

Dan Heng probably enjoys the lazy river the most. thats saying a lot since he doesn't exactly like nor dislike any rides at the amusement park. this is an activity the entire astral express will partake in! as much as thrills and fun rides and attractions are appealing, you can't beat a moment of relaxation in a chaotic day. Caelus and March have fallen asleep while floating down the lazy river while everyone else sits in comfortable silence.

Welt doesn't have a preference on rides and attraction. he's an everything type of guy! will try everything at least once, mostly because you and the others ask him. feeling too nervous to go on a ride but you still want to? ask him to tag along. don't want to line up for the overpriced amusement park food alone? he'll come with you. he's like a personal plus-one for everyone on the astral express crew!

Himeko enjoys the ferris wheels. something about being at the very top of the ferris wheel, overseeing the world from a different angle that is so, so nice. March likes the ferris wheel too! she and Himeko will take pictures in the ferris wheel. the entire crew is likely split into two cabins; one having Himeko, March, Caelus and you, and the other has Dan Heng, Stelle, and Welt. of course, Himeko doesn't stay on the ferris wheel the entire time, she can be seen going through gift shops and all that; a souvenir to commemorate this occasion.

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amiz06-certified-b1mb0 · 2 years

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HFIL EPISODE 6 LESSGOOO🔥

Amazing fight scene✨A nice reminder that Cell’s prob the most skilled fighter in HFIL and could still kick everyone’s a$$

Star characters of the month? GOZ & MEZ! I love them and I have given them my love❤️ 💙 These MCM Counselors needs to be appreciated!

TFS try not to be sus every episode challenge, I swear I’ve seen the same thing with Super Kami Guru fuckin voring Ginyu in Berserk, that’s next level disturbing, man. And that’s how you traumatise a frog. Thank you for the content TFS, more pls. Also, bye2 Ginyu!Frog rest in RIP in the soul scrubber.

The Ginyu Force coming to terms for losing their real Captain (and accepting a new one) kinda hits me, fam. Guldo finally snapping and being assertive is gold, yes u go king, accept ur loss and knit back the group like a chad.

OKAY IM SCREAMING, SHAKING, SPINNING, VIBRATING, FOAMING at the mouth rn. DADDY’s HOME, Daddy D1LF Darling is visiting HFIL! He came back to check on his Pretty Pink Princess💖 and the OGRES HATE HIM COZ HE’S IN MANAGMENT LMAO. Yes, Cell is gonna drag Frieza thru the fujkin soil. Devilartemis is voicing King Cold for TFS?? I’m so proud of him🥺

EDIT: DILF CUP

‘Princess’ being the new ‘Bussy’? I can dig it! I’m just curious if King Cold would still spoil Frieza or he’s the only one who can discipline him?

A fun chat with @zaphiregz & @lilfriezatyrant resulted in this: We need this to happen next episode coz it is the funni. Discuss

I swear Cell needs to pull an Okuyasu on Frieza’s dad if he wants to climb the HFIL ranks. Have a JJBA reference to finish this post.

OH I know who’s gonna be Character of The Month next HFIL art post, King Cold’s gonna flood the next one coz I SIMP. Thank you bye2, till next time.👋

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timmymyluv · 2 years

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double trouble

FAKE INSTA

dad!timothée chalamet x mother!reader

hope you guys missed the twins au! this is super cute and I love this domestic soft parenting theme so please enjoy 🫂

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our lovely parents out for date night without the kids after a while. 💗

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user7 my parents I think

ynfanbase wait 🤔so if in the first years since yn had the twins they'd accompany timmy for his rare one year projects but now he hasn't accepted anything new sans the movies he's already filmed 👀

dunestimo ok you have a point 😭 word on the street says yn is gearing for her fashion comeback both on the runway and on the magazine

username972 omg what if she goes straight for vogue usa when ur that girl 😌

bestgirlyn when you comeback from ur hiatus after raising kids with thee timothee chalamet strong as ever as the fashion world's darling >>>

datuser even her maternity and post birth clothing was always on point 😭without when trying shed look so good

user789 timo house husband era soon🔜

yourusername timo male wife

ynschalamet YN??!?! WHAT ARE U DOING HERE

yourusername nothing 😁just missed u guys

ynsbulgaria miss you too angel ❤️sending hugs and kisses to the fam

datuser whens the new album? also missed u on the runway queen

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ynfanbase OMG SHE LIKED WGAT DOES THIS MEAN?!?

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back to work? missed the chaos.

user876 not yn posting an actual candid pic of her backstage

yourusername im ngl it can get real crazy backstage at fashion shows 😭😭never been one to sugarcoat

bellahadid ditto

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papa timmy going on a walk with the twins in central park today! everyone was fairly skeptical and wanted to give the family the space but timo offered to take a few pics to the lucky fans who were so gracious/respectful.

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tchalamet do I have a dad bod yet? *drum hits to a lame joke*

user888 TIMMY 😭😭

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user233 see guys how being respectful to celebs pays off

fan197 when we don't treat them like wild animals and actual humans who deserve privacy like everyone else>>>>

ynsgermany omg where's yn

yn4ever she announced her comeback to the runway remember? the kids are a little older and tim is taking some time off to be with the two while mama is back, still on top of her game 😌

trolls8 he looks a little tired

usernamehere now can u stfu if you were a dad to twin toddlers you'd look tired too you old hag

user111 😭😭

usernamehere if you wanna look tired i can give u a black eye or two you punk

odessamay I was the fan who took a pic with him here! he was so nice I felt shy to ask for a pic as I was also waiting for a bagel but he so kindly offered 🥺

laurieschalamet ooh what flavour of bagels did he get?

odessamay he got plain old cream cheese while he got some strawberry and cream bagels for yn!

ynsparadise yes I heard yn is still in nyc just having more meetings/photoshoots but she's not that far off from the kiddos

odessamay the kids are so cute clearly no one took pics of them to respect their privacy but they were so friendly and charming to the strangers they'd meet!! sometimes they were shy hiding behind their dad but they loved hugging/shaking others hands or even talking to them about anything ❤️

user87 yn and timo raised such good natured, well adjusted and polite kids

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first time on set since I had the twins. I admit it hasn't been the easiest and I was quieting down fears even as the cameras flashed. but to make it clear, I only look like this post childbirth bec of my genetics/natural physique, and the resources that allows me significant assistance during childbirth, running the household and a loving, dedicated staff whose main job is to keep me happy and healthy. Our bodies have done such a wonderful thing to bring a child to this world and you should treat your body kindly after, not push yourself to look a certain way after.

Your body changing after childbirth isn't a bad thing, if you don't wear the same pant size anymore, your organs rearranged differently or something changes colour or the stretch marks that form, everyone's body is different and let's celebrate that as long as it's not causing any significant harm, discomfort or illness to your lovely body.

I cannot thank the entire village who was by my side then and now when I welcomed my two little angels and the warm embrace as you've welcomed me back to the fashion world. To my muse, my partner, my other half @/tchalamet I cannot thank you enough for the love and sacrifice you've shown our family and I love love you so much mon amour.

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tchalamet baby mama 💗

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jaxxsoxxn · 11 days

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how do you think a boomerang and flash fight wouldve gone if the suicide squad were the ones brainwashed instesd of the justice league? frankly i just wanna hear how you think a brainiac!boomerang and flash would interact, youve got the BEST boomerflash headcanons i swear-

Henlo my sweet anon! Also, I just wanna say, the ego feeding is very nice lolol /lh

Also, compared to the wittiness of Brainiaced Flasher n Digger, I do think these two switched would be more on the angsty side.

Anyway:

It'd probably depend on if they were already dating, which amma make two versions of! Aka, if they'd already dated and if they had something that they didn't name (aka kinda on and off deal)

DATING:

Boomer, brainiaced, would be a force to recon with for Flash (im only half joking). I feel like the whole TFX probably got sent into the field by Waller, while the Justice League got held back as a "safety requirement". At first they thought that Suicide Squad was just bitching, but when the bombs weren't there AND Deadshot was the one that got out of the brainwashing for long enough to tell them what happened (why DS u might ask - obviously bc he loves his kid so much he'd rather kill himself instead of endangering her planet).

The whole Justice League (well, as whole as they were shown in the game lmao) gets separated and they have to fight their villains, now somewhat "mutated", one vs one. Flash is somewhat happy that no-one is there to witness it. His voice soft and breaking, while he tries his best to wake his lover up from this nightmare.

He knows there's no saving, he knows he has to kill him, but by Speedforce, he doesn't want to.

Do you think his hand would shake while he's landing his last blow? Do you think Boomer would wake up at the end, the pure fear showing in his eyes, while he trembles and cries, knowing that he woke up too late?

The fight wouldn't go as smoothly as it normally goes for Flash, Boomer not only with Speedforce but also knowing him well enough that he's practically instinctively Speedster-proof.

I imagine it would be a long fight, mostly because Flash would fight the fact that he has to end the other and because Boomer would absolutely spew some hurtful shit enough that it'd stop the other in his tracks.

Every blow done faster than a human eye can see, Flash dogging the goddamn boomerangs, while also trying to dodge the man himself.

The witty banter is defo one-sided, Barry already mourning the other.

If Hal would see him, he'd point out that it was exactly what he was worried about.

If we'll try the "happy ending route", with Boomer's fear for his life actually waking him up a second before he is in fatal condition, he and Barry cannot stay alone in one room for weeks after.

The speedster aches whenever he and Digger land alone somewhere, just to see the thief shake and curl in himself in fear, his mind remembering the pain and the taste of death on his tongue too well.

Barry's need to comfort Boomer vs Barry's need to accommodate Boomer, fight!

If he dies, Flash comes back to his teammates after a while, when/if they dealt with their own... issues, somehow knowing that he cannot afford to actually have a burial for his love. That if he doesn't want the heat that comes with dating a villain, he cannot bury the man who he wished to hold in his arms one more time.

I actually have a half-issue with this! Would he, knowing that it's too late to fix anyway, still put himself on blast like that? Knowing his history with Godspeed, probably! But it somehow doesn't seem to fit for me, huh.

IF HE WASN'T DATING DATING HIM:

He's so in denial. Gods bless.

Speedforce plus Boomer is a strong combo, I feel like he'd be a little more unpredictable since he'd be also pushed by the feeling of "not being enough" for Barry.

When Flash hears it in the chaotic mumble coming from Boomer, he's absolutely dumbstrucked.

Can you imagine if Kid Flash or Impulse are helping him at the moment? Or any other Flash fam members?

Their need to ask him "why tf is this Rouge calling you his bitch ex wife" dies down quickly, when the panicking apologies get practically torn out of the Speedster's throat.

He never meant to make the other feel like that, how could he not notice it?

Boomerang is hitting every sensitive spot of their relationship, or more lack of it. The words he says are from the darkness of his mind he would let himself slip into only while being so insecure that it hurts. This one is not coming back to us, even for the last second of his life.

"But before u said that he comes back out of fear for his life, why wouldn't he come back here?" Because he's not living the life that he'd think is worth it, c'mon, keep up ;)

Our lovely scarlet boy needs a BREAK after this fight. His shock lasted too long few times and Digger was so good at hitting where it hurts that he definitely stopped more than once.

Flash fam/Anyone else helps him get back on his legs, but they can't exactly navigate it - so they weren't in a relationship AND that's the issue?

Tho I'm sure few of them just kinda stop around him in understanding - they can't make it better, but they can make sure that he knows they're here for him.

Talking bout it, Godspeed (who I count as a part of Flash fam, fight me) does actually get it. He keeps close to the other while they fight for their world, making sure that Barry won't fall without there being anyone to catch him.

Can you let yourself mourn someone you wouldn't let yourself love?

ANyway, it went way more into the "what if they'd fight to death" than into "how would they interact", but well :'D

#idk #probably bad english #bsing trough life #<3 #ssktjl #flash x captain boomerang #boomerflash #captain boomerang #Tw death #tw murder #Angst #tw angst #angsty hcs kinda #Flash would wipe the floor with the man and cry after #Am sorry (i am not)#flasherang #flasharang

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amirsirwrites · 2 years

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Could I please request a YoruxGN! Reader fluff oneshot? im starving for more yoru fics!

Yeah! Thanks for requesting, I was so excited when I saw the request notification. Please enjoy!

Comforting Yoru ❤️

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Yoru x GN!reader

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As you heard the jets of the Vulture approaching from outside the base, you couldn’t contain your joy.

Your lovely boyfriend, Yoru, wasn’t beside you in bed when you woke up. In his place, you found a note that read ‘Got called in for an early mission to Icebox. Be back later.’ Just before you put the piece of paper away, you noticed a small ‘Love you, y/n’ at the bottom of it.

You sighed quietly, your cheeks growing warm. Yoru knows you like it when he’s affectionate with you so he tries his best, even though it goes against his normal rough nature. It’s impossible to not love this man.

Seeing the Vulture land through the windows of the Landing Area, you shift impatiently, unable to contain your excitement of seeing Yoru.

The automatic doors opened and Phoenix was the first to walk in, strutting in with his usual cocky grin.

“Ay, fam! We’re home!”

The rest of the team followed after him - Brimstone, Sage, Chamber and finally, Yoru. You walk up to him, expecting to see him smirking but instead, he looks totally drained. When he sees you in front of him, he just leans against you, his head on your shoulder. You hug him and look up to the others with a worried look.

Sage gives a sympathetic smile, mouthing silently to you, ‘Had a bad time during the mission.' Phoenix added, ‘Got his ass handed to him!’

You hold Yoru close to you, shaking your head and giving Phoenix a slightly stern look. He apologised silently, a cheeky smile on his face, before heading off with the others into the base.

“Hey, sweetheart..” you whisper to Yoru, stroking his hair softly.

He hummed into your shoulder, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, head still resting against you. You felt bad but also happy at the same time. Yoru rarely held you like this. (He’s usually too embarrassed to do so.)

You pull away from the hug after a while and hold his hand instead, intertwining your fingers together as you silently lead him to your room. Inside, you go and lie under the covers of your bed waiting for Yoru patiently while he heads into the bathroom to change into more comfortable clothing.

Coming out in a t-shirt and shorts, he makes his way over to you and crashes onto the bed and into your open arms. You hold each other close and he rests his head on your chest, listening to the sound of your heartbeat. You can feel his whole body relax in your embrace.

He lifts his head up and places a hand on your cheek, seemingly admiring your face. Then, he leans in and gives you a quick kiss, whispering softly, “Aishiteru.”

You blush deeply and plant a kiss on his forehead. “I love you too, Yoru.” you mumble back to him.

You both drift off to sleep, cuddling closely together under the covers of the bed.

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'Aishiteru' - I love you (Japanese)

#yoru x reader #gender neutral reader #valorant x reader #yoru valorant #one shot #valorant

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samkerrworshipper · 6 months

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Have you been writing any ficus could we maybe get a sneak peek

ooo i can do that for y’all i guesssss

this is a little sneak peek at a arsenal fam sickfic that im writing thats kind of based off of a req

just r wanting to play in the snow and it ending with them really sick but not wanting to bother her teammates and ask for help

y’all should get the full thing later today or tomorrow !

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Doing snow angels after training in nothing more than shirts and shorts was never going to be a good idea, but I’d done it anyway. Me, Katie, Caitlin, Alessia and Beth having snuck out without telling any of our other teammates to have a moment in the snow. It was some harmless fun that we were sure our coaches and captains wouldn’t approve of, so we’d snuck out of the recovery room without anybody taking notice and had some fun in the snow. We hadn’t been out in it for much longer than 20 minutes, just long enough to slip out and in. It was rare for there to be so much snow so early in the year, I had hardly been expecting it and it wasn’t the normal sludge that North London was renowned for, it was proper fluffy white snow, the stuff you see in hallmark movies. I was the only player on the team who had never seen real snow before, so when I’d pleaded with Katie to take me out in it, she could hardly say no to me.

Beth, Caitlin and Alessia had just been casualties. Katie had taken Lessi under her wing since her start at Arsenal, the two had very quickly become bonded and there wasn’t much you could do with Katie anymore without Alessia and Caitlin being her companions.

Beth and Viv had happened to overhear our conversation in recovery and Beth had pleaded with us to let her come, Viv just shook her head at us, clearly in disapproval of our decisions but also not bothering herself with trying to stop us, there wasn’t any point, she wouldn’t win.

So we’d somehow managed to sneak out of the recovery rooms and out onto the spare field, which was covered in a blanket of white snow. Almost immediately I’d thrown myself down into the powder, shivering slightly at the coldness but not really caring, it was an experience that felt so incredibly surreal that I was in complete ignorance over my senses.

The four other women just sat and watched as I rolled around in the snow, Katie and Beth shaking their heads at my antics. Alessia busied herself with getting in a snowball fight with Caitlin. It had stayed fairly tame until I’d thrown one at Katie’s head and then it had turned into a full on war, ending with Katie and I wrestling in the snow.

Our snow escapades had ended with Beth forcing me out of the snow and into a jacket, I was shivering all ready but I didn’t care, my heart felt mended in a way that was inexplicably perfect.

I’d been forced into a hot shower by Katie, her overbearing motherly tendencies also making Alessia and Caitlin join me. Beth had been the only one to not enter the snow so she’d slipped her way into the dinner room whilst us other girls had been busy warming our bodies back up. Caitlin and Alessia were fairly quick, but I took a little bit longer, my body still shivering even as I exited the shower to throw on some sweats.

Katie’s furrowed brow was enough to tell me that she was a little worried about the fact that I was still shivering and cold, but she didn’t vocalise her worries, instead opting to rush me and the other girls into the dinner room. Somehow our absence had gone unnoticed, something that I was shocked by because we were hardly the quiet crew of the group.

I’d slid into a seat across from Viv and beside Steph, my body still a quivering mess. Viv’s eyeroll was enough of an ‘I told you so’, the older dutch woman clearly disapproving of our decisions. I tucked into my dinner, pesto pasta with chicken and garlic bread. It didn’t take long for Steph, my fellow Matilda to notice my shivering body. My fingers struggling every once in a while to hold my fork still.

“Little bit cold, y/n/n?”

#woso #woso community #leah williamson #arsenal wfc #katie mccabe #beth mead #caitlin foord #little bit of fluff #sickfic #sneak peek #i wrote this instead of listening to my lecture lol

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littlechinesedoll · 1 year

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so here’s a thing to shake up your day, sns fam. i tried my best to translate it, but i still think it’s not the best translation that could be, and i took some liberties with some of the bubbles since i had hard time understanding the kanji.

this is a sasunaru dj.

it isn't explained in the dj but i think he's trapped in a dream or genjutsu because jiraiya is alive, and he's still wearing the uzumaki crest instead of the uchiha crest, if he is indeed the mom he should be wearing the uchiha crest. so yeah. because he knows subconsciously that he married hinata and had himawari and boruto with her but he wakes up to boruto calling him mom and doesn't see hinata or himawari and here he knows he's married to sasuke sort of?? because at some point the kids ask him what happened to his arm, and he recounts the war and how he lost it.

after making his kids their lunch, he goes to work. then comes home to be a mom to his kids, makes dinner, does the laundry, puts them to bed. so things happen that are SUPER sketchy that im not willing to share lol and naruto wakes up the next morning to adult!sasuke who's come home from a mission, asking him if the boys have been good. and naruto wonders if this is a dream.

but yeah i don't think the sasuke looking child is actually sasuke. it may be just naruto being disoriented in the dream. he may have another name and he may just have inherited a lot of sasuke's looks.

personally i think the dj might have been a dream, because if naruto is the mom and married sasuke who is the dad, then his name changes to uchiha naruto, if i take into consideration gender roles and how families are registered in japan, naruto will have to be registered as a wife to sasuke. and then boruto will have to be named uchiha boruto, since he’s a child of an uchiha put in the uchiha registry. then technically since naruto and boruto are uchihas, they should be wearing the uchiha crest. however, boruto and naruto still wear the uzumaki crest, and sasuke jr. is wearing the uchiha crest. but! it could still be the choice of the author to let naruto and boruto wear the uzumaki crest.

#sns #sasunaru #naruto #sasuke #uzumaki naruto #uchiha sasuke #naruto uzumaki #sasuke uchiha #uchiha naruto #uzumaki boruto #boruto uzu #uchiha boruto #naruto uchiha #boruto uchiha

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lavender--fairy · 2 years

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HEYYYY SOOOOO THIS IS A SUCCESS STORY SORTA BUT SO IVE BEEN MEDITATING LATELY AND AIMING FOR THE VOID AND SHIT (I know not to put it on a pedestal but I think it’s okay to have a favorite method whatever you want to call it meditating is my fave) ANYWAYS BITCH SO IVE BEEN WORKING ON MEDITATING AND FOCUSING BETTER I WAS STARTING TO GET FRUSTRATED BECAUSE FOCUSING CAN BE HARD SOMETIMES ESPECIALLY IF I HAVE ENERGY ANYWAY ANYWAYS SO IVE JUST BEEN TELLING MYSELF I GET IN THE VOID LESS THAN 5 MINUTES NO MORE THAN 5 MINUTES AND I GET IN HOWEVER (I’ve been trying to lucid, sleep paralysis, meditating and waking up in the void I always wanted to have sleep paralysis and lucid I bought this nasty ass tea that helps with lucid lmao) WELL SO I HAD A VOID SUBLIMINAL ON WHILE I SLEPT IT JUST SAYS THE AFFIRMATIONS FOR ME ANYWAYS SO IM SLEEPING RIGHT SOMETIMES I AM HALF CONSCIOUS HALF SLEEP KINDA LIKE LUCID BUT SO IM ABLE TO SAY AFFS OR CHANGE THE DREAM BUT I STARTED TO SAY “I am in the void” AND MY BODY STARTED SHAKING BUT LILE I THOUGHT IT WAS MY BED AT THIS POINT IM AWARE BUT I TRY TO NOT FREAK OUT I KINDA WAS PAYING ATTENTION TO WHATS HAPPENING AND THEN IT STOPPED AND THEN I SWITCHED YHE AFF AND SAID IM PURE CONSCIOUSNESS NOT ATTACHED TO ANY REALITY ANDDDD THEN I STARTED SHAKING MORE AND THEN I FELT LIKE I WAS BEING PULLED AND THEN I REMEMBER I SAID “ooo shit I’m finna get my dream life Periodt💅🏽” LMFKEK LIKE I GOT SUPER EXCITED AND STOPPED AFFIRM AND THEN I WAS STILL KINDA AWAKE BUT STILL SLEEP AND A DREAM WAS ABOUT TO START BUT I WOKE MYSELF BECAUSE WTFFF LIKE I FELT LIKE I WAS IN THE MOVIE EXORCIST WHY TF WAS MY SHIT SHAKING🧍🏽‍♀️ANYWAYS IMMA TAKE A NAP LATER AND DO IT AGAIN IMMA JUST TRY NOT TO GET EXCITED AND PAY ATTENTION TO WHATS HAPPENING. ALSO SORRY FOR GRAMMAR IM TYPING THIS RIGHT AFTER I WOKE UP AND IM EXCITED AND THATS LITERALLY THE ONLY PERIOD I USED IN THIS WHOLE THING SORRY AND CAN I BE 🪩ANON BUT IF THATS TAKEN I WANT 🍄 IF THOSE ARE TAKEN JUST GIVE ME A RANDOM K BYE I LOVE YOU (I’m telling a few of my other fave bloggers just in case you see this again)

hey butterbean!! LOVE THAT FOR YOU OMGG, I KNOW YOU GOT THISSS !! AND YOU BETTER TELL ME THAT SUCCESS STORY WHEN YOU GET BACK CAUSE YOU GOT ME ALL EXCITED !! alsooo welcome to the fam my lovee

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sleepy-achilles · 1 year

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Request asks and I have no choice but to deliver.

For hbtaker you could do a scenario where they meet for the first time, and instantly know they’re gonna end up together down the line

(even when shawn was a slut and taker was an antisocial zombie 🥰)

And maybe for family of destruction you could write about how all the fam would react to big evil taker being buried alive/dying again.

Can’t remember if this would fit the tl of leon and cassie being old enough to understand it, but it’s a thought? 😅

Luckily for us the og family of destruction timeline has Leon being 3 when takers buried alive. And even luckier for us, I have the ability to fuck with timelines and make them fit. Welcome to 5 year old cassie and 10 year old Leon. But first, hbtaker.

Hbtaker- Forever.

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Shawn blows a bubble at vince in annoyance. "Im serious Shawn." Vince sighs. Shawn rolls his eyes. "Sure thing boss" "You should try making some friends." Vince tells Shawn. Shawn just pouts and leans back in his chair. "Why would I need friends? I'm here to perform, as long as I can do that I'll be fine" Shawn states. Vince just chuckles and shakes his head. "That view will change one day michaels, you'll realise you need people, now get going" vince tells him. Shawn sighs and stands up. "As if." Shawn states. "Youll fall in love one day Shawn. For real that time aswell." Vince states. Shawn looks at the older man. "Im the heartbreak kid! Love is a fools game" Shawn smirks before walking out. "Sure it is" vince hums with a knowing look on his face as shawn pauses in the doorway.

Shawns eyes widen as a tall man with red hair walks down the hall. He stops infront of Shawn and looks down at him. "Uh um hi, I...I'm shawn" Shawn states. Undertaker examines him and tilts his head. Shawns eyes widen as his heart races. "Cmon taker boy what's the wait!" A high voice shrills. Shawn looks as the short fat man appears. "Oh. Michaels.." he chuckles, shawn didnt know who this man was. He saw the taller mans debue and this wasn't his handler. At least not out there. "You gonna let my next meeting in Shawn?" Vince asks from behind him. Shawns cheeks heat up. "Oh! Yes um sorry" Shawn chokes stepping to the side. The fatter man walks in after vince smirks at shawn and goes back in. Taker stops next to shawn and looks back at him. He sends him a small smile and shawn gasps quietly as the man walks into the office and the door shuts. Shawn can't help the blush and small smile as he skips off down the halls.

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The Family of Destruction- Diggin Graves

I've done shawns reaction to the famous vince vs aba!taker buried alive match. Its the kids turn

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Leon could sense something was wrong the moment they stepped foot in the arena. It was a pay per view meaning both their parents were in work on the same day, meaning him and his baby sister had to be there.

At first he thought his papas match was what he could sense, but as he stands with him in the medical bay he can still sense it. "Daddy" cassie whines tugging Leon's arm. Leon glances at his little sister before back at their papa. "Go on baby. Goto the gorilla and watch daddy's match" Shawn tells him. Leon looks at him with concerned eyes. "Ill be fine. I promise." Shawn reassures him. Leon looks as Steve walks in. "Look, Steve's here now so it's fine" Shawn states. Steve looks at the kids. "Oh yeah, I'll look after your papa, don't worry. Go have fun, John cena is in the gorilla." Steve tells them. "Johnny!" Cassie cheers pulling Leon's arm.

Leon frowns but forces himself to walk her out. "Is he okay?" Steve asks. "Hes been like it since we entered the arena...he must feel like something is wrong." Shawn shrugs.

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Leon stands by himself as he watches the tv. Cassie quickly accepting John's arms to rest in.

Leon isn't phased by the blood on his father. He already knows its not his. Its the way the hairs on the back of his neck stands. Something isn't right.

"Daddy!" Cassie yells. Leon's eyes widen as the digger explodes on their father. Leon's breathing picks up as their uncle stares down at their father with a massive evil smile. "Whats uncle kane doing?" Cassie asks. John glances at hunter and Stephanie who are also confused. Leon closes his eyes.

'Daddy?'

'Leon...my baby boy'

Leon immediately panics. His eyes snapping open as takers thrown into the grave. He ain't been able to communicate with his dad like that since he became human again. Leon can't breath.

He falls to his knees as the dirt begins to fall. "Leon? Leon!" Stephanie gasps rushing to Leon's side. "Ill go grab shawn" hunter states before rushing off. "Leon? I need you to breathe" Stephanie instructs. Leon looks up at the tv screen with watery eyes. He lets out a choked whimper at the sight of the dirt falling. "Baby? Baby breathe" Stephanie instructs. Leon gasps before letting out a shakey breath.

"Cassie it's okay, it's okay" John tries comforting the girl. "W-why is uncle kane doing this?" Cassie cries. John looks at Stephanie who's still trying to comfort the small boy. The small boy who's crying hard, his eyes glowing a deep purple. His eyes then snap up to a in shock Shawn. A urn clasped tightly in his hands, Steve and goldust behind him.

"NO!" Leon cries slamming his small fists onto the ground. He can't sense him. He can't sense his father.

Cassie flinches as the urn hits the floor, she hides her face against John's shoulder as she whimpers. John doesn't think she truly understands like Shawn and Leon, he believes she's more upset about the idea of her daddy being stuck somewhere.

Leon's purple eyes turn to the urn. A sudden rage burning through him. A sudden rage no ten year old should have.

"Enough for tonight." Shawn's voice is rough, hand heavy on Leon's shoulder. "No more." Shawn whispers as Leon's eyes fade back to normal. His Papa looks rough. Scared. Leon glances at cassie who's crying.

That's the day Leon vowed his family will never suffer another loss again.

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"We have reports that son of the undertaker and Shawn Michaels has been rushed to hosptial on his sixteenth birthday. Father and son duo, the undertaker and Leon Michaels were supposed to be performing tonight for the raw live show when the accident happened backstage. We haven't been given many details just that there's a lot of blood and that the officials are not sure what condition the young boy is in. We will try to find out more and inform you as soon as poss-"

"Critical condition." The high voice chuckles.

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amporella · 11 months

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On the subject of rereading fics: tell me why i literally FINISHED Herbert Garrison’s Night School last night, woke up this morning and was like “hmmmm, once more with feeling this time” bc it just so…. Im fascinated, im invested, i want to know more about the little fam!

I KNOW YOU SOOO WELL ANON. YOU ARE JUST LIKE ME. She packs so much detail and love into all her fics that like… you really really need to reread them multiple times to appreciate them the way they deserve. I’ve read that fic probably six or seven times top to bottom AND I STILL FIND NEW THINGS THAT I LIKE!!!

I want to know more about them too… HOW IS ELWAY DOING!!! DID THEY HAVE ANY MORE BABIES… ARE TWEEK AND CRAIG STILL ON AGAIN OFF AGAIN… HOW DID IT ALL SHAKE OUT!!!

#asks

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batman814 · 9 months

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I’M NOT EATING ANYTHING TILL SUNDAY!!! Hopefully I will lose those 15 lbs!!!

I have this swim banquet thing on Sunday, and I just fell SSOOO fat right now(KINDA TMI BUT IM ON MY FIRST DAY OF MY PERIOD SO, I LOOK SOOO BLOATED AND THICK) I also really need to lose the weight because two of my old friends, who were not gonna lie super fake, are gonna be their and their both SOOO SKINKY, especially the faker one.

will update everyday, hopefully around 8 or 9 pm (if I don’t update I prob got my phone taken away or sum) Also might post mini updates throughout the day.

-PS I’m using a really good appetite suppressant and diet pills every 12 hours or whenever I really want to binge

MY RULES:

MOST IMPORTANT: will burn 2000-2500 cals a day (depending on the day) (ULTIMATE BURN Goal 3000)

Will walk @ least 10k steps a day (goal 15k)

I will only eat around half a small plate of food at fam dinner (“ONLY IF” my parents get sus!!!) the not so opt, opt one

Every day u do the like (not so opt, opt thing) u have to walk an extra 1 k steps for every 100 cals u had (can be the next day)

Every day and a half I will have either: a smoothie, fruit, or a protein shake (for health reasons) (try not to have a whole serving size) the not opt one

Drink 64 oz a day, at least (goal 128-96 oz)

Take 15-30 min +, hot shower every day (goal burn 200 cals)

Weigh myself every morning/ afternoon and every evening (if possible)

Exercise at least 3 days a week (can be light) (goal every day)

IF BURN GOAL FOR THE DAY IS NOT MET OR I BING: do 5-10 km bike ride and 30-45 min cold bath/45 min to 1 hour hot shower (to burn the extra cals) (can be the day after)

IF I GET 15 OF MY DAILY GOALS (there are 5 a day) AND AM AT MY UGW (115 lbs) BY THE DAY OF THE BANQUET…. I DONT HAVE TO COUNT CALS/RESTRICT THERE!!! (But still don’t overeat)

STATES:

Starting: 7/18/23 at like 3:30 am

ending: 7/23/23 at like 5 pm

CH: 5’4 1/2 feet

HW: 160lbs

SW: 129.6 lbs

CW: 127.8 lbs

LW: 118.7 lbs

GWday1: 125 lbs

GWday2: 122 lbs

GWday3: 1119 lbs

GWday4: 117 lbs

UGW: 115 lbs

HIGHEST ACCEPTABLE WEIGHT BY END DAY: 120 lbs

IDK IF I CAN DO IT THATS LIKE 10 pounds in 5 days 😬 I think I can do at least 118 tho

SUBTRACT 1.5 lbs (for every 24oz u had in the last 30-45 min… 30 if uv peed) FOR UR WATER WEIGHT!!!

WISH ME LUCK!!!

PLZ SPAM WITH TIPS OR MEANSPO/SWEETSPO!!!

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manako-no-yami · 1 year

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fic meme :)

thanks @crestfallercanyon for tagging me!

Rules: pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line, and share it! then tag 10 people. (Don't reblog, make a new post).

uh so im probs being more choosey with my selections than the rules dictate, but. whatever... (these are also probably longer than "a line" but. again. whatever...)

to hell with you (maze runner) Stephen and Gally don't talk about the past. They talk about the future. And the present. They talk about the way the leaves are starting to change color at this time of the year, green to gold. Whether strawberry or grape jam is better. They talk about that stupid TV show Stephen loves so much that Gally can barely stand. How the early morning air makes them feel alive, how late night Pringles can make them feel like indulgent kings, how the shimmer of streetlights on rain-wet pavement feels like nostalgia for a life they've never lived. They talk about everything and nothing. And sometimes, they don't need to talk at all.

hot as he takes his coffee, dumb as his fat donkey (maze runner) “So...” he drawls. “When do you get off?” “At home and in private,” Thomas retorts.

and for a woman wert thou first created (maze runner) “I can’t even see you,” Minho complains. “Move your camera.” “No, it’s a bad angle,” Newt complains, but he tilts the screen down anyway. The laptop is on his chest, his head propped up by pillows. “So, how’s the fam?” It is a bad angle. It makes his neck look short and shows a zit he has under his chin. Minho wants to kiss him so badly it feels like a physical ache.

stupidity is all we have (maze runner) He's not patient enough. Doesn't see the point in growing things when all he can focus on is the road ahead. All he's good for is running. Running away, running towards. Not stopping. Not staying. He's always on the move, but Newt... Newt gives him a place to come back to. He puts down roots, creates a home. Even if none of them remember home, or what home is supposed to be like. They’re the blind leading the blind, finding destinations in each other by calling out in the dark.

fake it 'til you make it (teen wolf, sterek) Is it that Stiles loves these little things, making him fall even more in love with Derek? Or is it that Stiles was doomed to love every little thing just by virtue of them being part of Derek? He doesn’t know. And in the end, does it matter?

blinded by starlight (maze runner) They make a sound that Gally doesn't understand. Or at least, he thinks it was a sound. It felt more like a breeze passing through his body, a ghost settling in his skull. Just a faint impression pressing itself against the contours of his mind, whispering I was here. "What?" Gally asks, and is startled by the sound of his own voice. Thomas does not look up, but their body is attuned to Gally's, clearly aware. Gally swallows, and asks again. "What did you say?" "Her name," Thomas says. "That was her name."

i didn't have it in myself to go with grace (maze runner) That's the look that, towards the beginning, had been filled with fondness no matter how stupid or bull-headed Thomas was being. The look that Thomas once thought said, "And in spite of it all, I still love you." That's the look that, eventually, when they started getting sick of each other, had transformed into being filled with frustration and anger, with dismissal, no matter how insignificant Thomas's fuck-up had been. The look that screamed, "Why do I even put up with you?"

sins of the father (maze runner) Gally presses his lips together. Be quiet. Be quiet. He shakes his head again. "Then you're stupid," his father says, rising. His sandwich is still half-eaten. He is heading towards the fridge, where there’s an unopened six-pack. "If you don't think your daddy is a useless dead-beat, you're stupid." Gally wants to run, but he knows better than to move. He's afraid if he breathes too hard, he'll cut himself on the teeth of the jaws clamped around him. Best play dead.

when monsters escape from under the bed (maze runner) He hasn't brought out that extra set of white sheets yet. The throw he's using as a blanket is thin and scratchy. He turned off the heat to save energy, and it's cold. He doesn't get up to fix any of this, because he's afraid to sleep. Instead, he lies there and imagines Thomas puttering around the kitchen, hyped up on the tails of an ass o'clock revelation, drinking disgusting coffee. Gally could really use an ass o'clock revelation right about now.

the second rule (maze runner) When he turns to look at Gally, torchlight flickering over his features, he looks like a normal kid. Like any other Glader, except for his eyes. His eyes are dark, glimmering like a bottomless well with an ink surface. Gally should ignore him. He shouldn't say anything to Thomas because talking is pointless, and Gally doesn't do pointless. No one is listening to him, so what does he have to say? And nothing he says will get through to Thomas, that's for sure. But when Gally glances at him, that stare reminds him of being bested at his own game, of the taste of dirt, of a jeering crowd surrounding him. Thomas has worldly eyes, eyes like the entire world is watching.

uhhhhh. who to tag. @itsthemxze @subjecta5newtella @pathsofoak @onceuponabluemoon @mazegays and whoever else would like to!

#tmr #teen wolf #thomally #sterek #clod not lefting but

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