#so imagine how vibrant it'll be!!

[sunnyleech]

Aaahhh <3

#pastry decorating my beloved #also this was just practice and we werent allowed to color the buttercream this time around #so imagine how vibrant it'll be!!

[sunkissed-zegras]

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 (𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓) 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 "𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄" ─ LH⁴³

౨ৎ ─ summary | requested ! -> i kind of have a specific request 🫣 im an ohio state fan so it also kinda pains me that i love luke hughes since i hate umich 😭 my request is reader being an osu student and long term devils fan, so when she goes to a devils game in columbus her friends dare her to make a sign for luke during warm ups that says something along the lines of “can i trade you a hat for a puck?” so when luke gives her a puck, she throws him an ohio state hat w her phone number on it. and he finds it really funny and actually ends up messaging her (and then you can end it how you want. fluff, smut, wtv) thank you <33

─ word count | 2.8k

─ warnings | so so so fluffy it might kill you, luke being a cutie pie, meet-cute situation, ohio state (bleh), slight angst, luke being self-conscious and overly self-critical, hurt to comfort, the devils vs rangers game (😭😭😭), nothin' else!

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─ ev's notes | luke hughes fic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! guess who's outta their writing slump??? this guyyyyy!!!! so yeah, here is a cute little sweet luke fic because my best friend has been into him and this request has been sitting in my inbox, so!! yeah, enjoy, i love you guys mwah mwah mwah

"HE'S PROBABLY NOT EVEN GONNA SEE THE SIGN," you laughed as your best friend took in the sign you'd made. She nodded in a approval, a knowing smirk on her lips.

"Who cares? It's just for fun. You know, YOLO," she replied, giving you a playful nudge. "Plus, imagine the look on his face if he does see it."

You couldn't help but chuckle nervously, adjusting the sign in your hands. It read, "Can I trade you a hat for a puck, #43?" in bold, black letters against a vibrant red background. You were loved DIY projects so this was just as fun for you as it was for your friends.

"Maybe he'll finally follow you back on Instagram," your best friend added with an amused tone as you rolled your eyes, feeling your cheeks get red. She'd known of your long time crush on the youngest Hughes brother, and she was having the time of her life teasing you about it. "Who knows, maybe it'll be a start of a love story."

You laughed nervously at your friend's teasing, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up your cheeks. "Oh please, it's just a bit of fun," you replied, trying to play off your crush on Luke as nothing more than innocent admiration.

But deep down, the idea of catching Luke's attention in any way made your heart flutter.

Entering the Nationwide Arena, the energy of the crowd enveloped you, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline. As the players hit the ice for warm-ups, you scanned the rink eagerly, trying to catch a glimpse of Luke. With your homemade sign clutched tightly in your hand, you made your way to the glass, positioning yourself so that Luke could see you.

Then, there he was, Luke Hughes, effortlessly weaving between his teammates with grace. You couldn't tear your eyes away as he neared your section of the glass, your breath catching in your throat. You'd only seen him one other time and that was at a Michigan game - however, because it didn't end very well, you decided it was best not to go get a picture with him.

He looked more put together this time, his curls pouring out of his helmet in a way that made your heart jump. You could feel your best friend's amused gaze on the side of your face, you rolled your eyes as she let out a teasing laugh.

"Oh, shut up."

"Hold up your sign higher, Y/N." She urged, nudging you playfully. You did as she said, holding the sign as high as you could.

To your surprise, Luke's gaze flickered towards you, a smirk playing on his lips as he skated closer. He pointed at your sign, giving you a nod of approval before flipping a puck over the glass in your direction.

"Oh my fucking god," your friend mumbled as she caught the puck. You couldn't believe it. Your heart was pounding with excitement as your friend caught the puck that Luke had sent flying your way.

With trembling hands, you fumbled in your bag for the Ohio State hat you had brought along, your heart pounding in your chest.

"You're actually gonna give him the hat?" Your friend laughed as she glanced back at Luke, an amused expression on his face as he waited for you to throw him the hat.

As you lifted up the hat from your bag, Luke let out an amused chuckle as he caught sight of it, his eyes widening with surprise. With a nervous laugh, you nodded, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up your cheeks.

"Yeah, why not?" you replied, trying to sound casual despite the flutter of butterflies in your stomach. You glanced in between Luke and your friend, feeling a surge of confidence as you smiled.

Quickly scribbling your phone number on a scrap of paper, you tucked it inside the hat before tossing it over the glass towards Luke. Gripping on the red hat, you tossed it over the glass towards him. He caught it with ease, giving you an impressed smirk.

You mimicked holding a phone to your ear, gesturing towards Luke with a playful smile before mouthing the words 'call me' as your best friend erupted in laughter, her face turning red. Luke couldn't help but join in on the laughter as he shook his head, skating off with the hat in his hands.

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"I still can't believe you did that," your best friend giggled as she drove home. To no one surprise, the devils had won and you were over the moon.

You couldn't help but giggle along with her, the adrenaline from the encounter still coursing through your veins. "I can't believe it either," you admitted, your smile widening as you replayed the moment in your mind.

As you finally arrived back at your dorm, you couldn't wipe the grin from your face, the memory of Luke's amused reaction playing on a loop in your mind. You got ready for bed and snuggled into the bed but no matter how hard you tried to sleep, you just couldn't.

So, you pulled out your phone and went on TikTok, scrolling endlessly. You knew you'd regret it in the morning but sleeping didn't seem too appealing, especially after the night you'd had.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed and you glanced up to read the message. Your heart skipped a beat once you'd glanced at it. It was an unknown number, with an unfamiliar area code.

You clicked on the number and searched the area code and it was Michigan. You didn't know anyone from Michigan, so who the hell could it─

Oh.

It suddenly clicked, your eyes widening in disbelief. As you stared at the screen, a rush of excitement flooded through you. Could it be? Your mind raced with possibilities as you hesitated for a moment before tapping on the message.

unknown so you're still an ohio fan after we beat ur ass ?

you who's this?

unknown how many hats did you give away tonight? 🥲

you luke???? hughes????

unknown good so im the only one, i hope 🥰

You let out scoff, in utter disbelief. Before responding furthur, you screenshotted the conversation and sent it to your best friend. There was no fucking way that Luke Hughes had messaged you.

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A few weeks passed and you'd been talking to Luke almost everyday. And that wasn't an exaggeration, after every conversation that died, Luke began another one. You'd even gone as far as FaceTiming him, it seemed surreal for the first couple weeks but it had since become normal.

"How was your test?" Luke spoke, his voice muffled as he chewed on his protein bar. You put your phone down on the desk as you shrugged, sighing. "Wow, that bad?"

You chuckled softly, the sound carrying through the phone as you leaned back in your chair. "Yeah, pretty much," you admitted, running a hand through your hair. "But hey, at least it's over now. I can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

Luke's laughter echoed through the speaker, and you couldn't help but smile at the sound. Despite the miles between you, his presence felt comforting and familiar, a constant in your otherwise chaotic life.

"Who needs Calc? I mean, it's useless." Luke added as he took another bite of his protein bar. Before you could respond, someone in Luke's background began talking. "Yeah, yeah. I'll clean it after I get off the phone."

Your lips curved into an amused smile as you heard the voice retort, watching Luke's expression became annoyed. "I'm on the phone, Jack. Give me two seconds-"

The next thing you see is Luke's screen being shaking and a few voices arguing before Jack took his phone, coming on to the screen."Y/N, tell Luke to wash his dirty ass dishes."

"Luke, listen to your big brother." You respond teasingly, causing Jack to smirk at his younger brother.

Luke rolled his eyes but you could see a hint of amusement dancing in them. "Come on, Y/N, you're supposed to be on my side," he joked, though there was a playful glint in his eyes.

You chuckled at the playful banter between the brothers, feeling a sense of amusement. "Sorry, Luke, but I have to agree with Jack on this one. Clean those dishes, it's disgusting."

Jack grinned, giving you a thumbs-up before disappearing off-screen. Luke let out an exaggerated sigh, but you could see the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Fine, fine," he relented, rolling his eyes theatrically. "But only because you said so, Y/N."

"Good."

"See! You only listen to Y/N!" Jack shouted as Luke's face flushed, glaring at his brother off-screen before he disappeared into the home.

"Looks like I have some influence around here," you teased, flashing Luke a playful grin.

Luke shook his head, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. "I swear, he's impossible sometimes," he muttered, though there was a fondness in his voice that betrayed his annoyance.

"It's okay. That's just how all siblings are," you cleaned on to the desk as you watched Luke through the screen.

There was a short silence as Luke gazed back at you through the screen, his lips curving into a smile. "Hey, so uh... we have a game later this week."

"Yeah, I know. Against the Rangers."

Luke ran his hands through his curls, his expression a little anxious before he continued. "And don't you have spring break?"

You put two and two together, a small smile playing on your lips as you nodded.

"Well, uh... I was thinking, maybe you could come to the game?" Luke's words came out in a rush, his cheeks flushing slightly as he awaited your response. "So we can finally hang out in person."

Your heart skipped a beat at his invitation, the idea of finally hanging out with Luke in person sending a thrill through you. "I'd love to," you replied eagerly, unable to hide the excitement in your voice.

Luke's smile widened at your enthusiastic response, relief evident in his eyes. "Great! I'll make sure you have the best seats in the house."

"Good, I wanna be watching when you beat the Ranger's asses." You joked as he smiled.

"Oh and, you have one of my jerseys. Right?"

You let out a laugh as you rolled your eyes. "Yeah, of course I do,"

Luke chuckled, a hint of pride evident in his expression. "Good, because I was thinking you could wear it to the game. Show some support for your favorite player," he teased.

"Who said you were my favorite player-"

"Hey, I was the one you gave your number to." Luke teased as you rolled your eyes.

"Okay fine," you admitted with a smirk.

Luke flashed you a satisfied smile, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "So, you'll wear the jersey then?"

You nodded, unable to resist his infectious enthusiasm. "Yeah, I'll wear it. But only because you asked so nicely."

Luke's grin widened, a sense of satisfaction evident in his gaze. "Okay, great. Maybe I'll even sign it for you?"

"Oh, shut up." You rolled your eyes as Luke let out a very amused laugh. "Show-off."

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Luke didn't have a lot of time before the game so he only waved at you during warmups, but you weren't mad about it. With a smile on your face, you waved back at Luke, sending him a silent message of support and encouragement.

You understood the importance of the game and knew that Luke needed to be on his A-game tonight. However, Luke did keep his promise of giving you the best seats in the house ─ you felt as though you were really on the ice, with the players.

You stood in the stands, watching as Luke and the rest of the team warmed up on the ice. As the puck dropped and the game began, you cheered loudly, your heart filled with pride for your favorite player.

The Rangers came out strong, controlling the puck and applying pressure on the Devils' defense early on. Despite their best efforts, the Devils struggled to gain momentum, facing relentless attacks from their opponents.

In the end, it was a hard-fought battle, but the Rangers had won. You weren't disappointed, no. But you knew how hard everyone could be on Luke, despite him being a rookie. You were a little conflicted, maybe this wasn't the best game you could've came to.

Luke made his way towards the tunnel, his expression disappointed. You knew this one of the biggest games of the season and knowing Luke, he probably thought it was all his fault.

You knew how much he poured into every game, and it pained you to see him shouldering the weight of the loss. Despite your conflicted feelings about the outcome of the game, your support for Luke never wavered.

You made your way out of the arena, waiting outside the player's exit area. You glanced around, scanning the area for any sign of Luke or the rest of the team. As the minutes passed, you shifted from foot to foot, nerves knotting in your stomach as you waited.

Finally, the door to the player's exit swung open, and you held your breath, your heart pounding in your chest. And then, there he was—Luke emerged from the doorway, his expression still clouded with disappointment from the game.

You stepped forward, a sympathetic smile tugging at your lips as you approached him. "Hey, Luke," you called out, your voice soft.

Luke's gaze met yours as he bit the inside of his cheek. "Hey."

You could feel the anxiety radiating off of him and you couldn't help but frown. You looked up at the taller brunette as he sighed.

"I'm sorry that I, uh wasted your time. I should have invited you to a better game." Luke apologized, his voice tinged with self-doubt.

You shook your head, a sympathetic smile touching your lips as you gazed up at him. "Luke, you didn't waste my time," you reassured him, your tone gentle yet firm. "Being here with you, win or lose, means more to me than you'll ever know."

"Yeah but we got our asses handed to us out there. And you had to see that." He shrugged as he sniffled, his gaze averting yours.

You could sense the weight of Luke's disappointment as he spoke, his words heavy with frustration and self-doubt. Gently, you reached out to hold his hand. His touch was tense before he relaxed into your touch.

"Luke, it doesn't matter what the scoreboard says," you said earnestly, your voice soft yet unwavering. "What matters is that you gave it your all out there, and that's something to be proud of."

Luke's eyes stilled, a flicker of vulnerability shining in his expression. "But we lost,"

You squeezed his hand reassuringly, offering him a small, understanding smile. "Win or lose, you're still out there doing what you," you reminded him. "And that's worth more than any score."

He sighed before he finally met your gaze. His expression softened for a moment, as he admired you. He let out a sigh before he pulled you in, embracing you tightly.

You both pulled away, Luke's lips slowly curving into a smile as he gazed at you. He let out a small chuckle before he shook his head. "God, this is depressing. What kind of date is this?"

"A date?" You repeated, chuckling. "Is this your idea of a date?"

Luke's cheeks flushed slightly as he realized what he had said, his embarrassment evident in the way he averted his gaze momentarily. "Uh, I mean..." he stammered, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. "I guess I just meant... hanging out with you, you know?"

You couldn't help but smile at his awkwardness, finding his genuine charm endearing. "Well, in that case, it's the best date I've ever been on," you exaggerated with a playful wink.

Luke's smile widened at your response, the warmth in his eyes mirroring the affection you felt for him. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you confirmed, reaching out to squeeze his hand reassuringly.

"Shut up. This is probably the worst one," he chuckled as he shook his head. "Watching as your date's ass get beat isn't exactly... the best."

You couldn't help but laugh at Luke's self-deprecating humor, easing the tension of the moment. "No, I've definitely had worse dates."

"How about I make it up to you?" Luke smiled as he pulled you in closer. You felt your face flush as you laughed.

"Are you asking me on a second date, Luke?" You teased, a playful glint in your eyes as you looked up at him.

Luke's smile widened, his expression earnest as he met your gaze. "I guess I am," he replied, his voice soft. "I owe you one, after all."

"Well, in that case, I'll gladly accept," you said with a grin, leaning into his embrace.

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[karliahs]

i often see people say they can't go to the library because they lost/never returned/dropped some library books in a bath or something, and now view themselves as heinous library criminals who would be yelled at and/or hit with a huge bill if they ever went back

and obvs i can't make promises unless you came into my specific library and were served by me but here are 10 reasons i think if you went in and politely explained the situation to a member of staff it'd probably be fine:

consider this from the library's perspective. those books are probably never coming back regardless. that value (having the books back), which is probably the reason the library has a fines system to begin with, is not gonna happen. the value of retaining you as a customer though is right there in front of them

if you explain that a fine is too high for you to pay and that that is keeping you from coming back to the library, what you've basically said is that there is an impediment to your library access. part of the job of anyone who works in a library is to remove that impediment

library computer systems will vary hugely and if it's been a long time there is a significant chance there isn't even a record of your lost books anymore

the pandemic affected library access significantly and a lot of libraries will have had amnesties once they reopened to get people over the hump of oh god oh god i've had these books FOREVER i can never show my face again. even if that amnesty is officially over, the fact that there was one helps the person in front of you justify waiving the fee (which, if they're like me and you aren't being cruel, they are probably looking for a reason to do!)

a lot of libraries have reduced or no fines for children, so if you lost books as a kid there's even more of a chance there won't be a fine

the person you speak to at the front desk at a library is probably not an accredited Librarian TM but a nice underpaid person who has to deal with a lot of difficult customers going off on them for no reason (also accredited librarian tms are also pretty nice usually). i would take 100 people politely explaining that they've lost books and are very embarrassed over one person whose purpose that day is to belittle me, a captive audience who has to be nice no matter what. library assistant jobs are often not that different from customer service jobs! a lot of library assistant jobs now explicitly are customer service jobs! it is so so likely that that person wants nothing less than to have an adversarial conversation with you

if you haven't been to a library since you were a lot younger, it is almost certainly no longer what you're picturing. most modern libraries are actively trying to move away from the image of severe quiet building where you will be shhhhed and sternly told to look after your books or else. we're trying to be vibrant community hubs full of friendly people who will do their best to help you

library employees, bizarrely enough, probably don't think of each individual book as being that valuable compared to other readers. if you own a book and keep it forever and read it maybe twice, barring any crazy accidents it'll probably last decades. if a book is on the shelves of a public library and is regularly borrowed, it'll last...3-5 years, maybe. a busy library will discard large volumes of stock every year because that's just how it works. you lose that sense of the sanctity of every copy of every book pretty fast in these kinds of jobs

libraries need people to use them! a huge huge part of getting library funding is demonstrating how many people use and value your service. you and the library staff are on the same side: they also want you to be able to use the library again

a public library has witnessed behaviours the likes of which you cannot imagine. people have shoved books down our toilets. people have looked at porn on library computers in full view of everyone around them. people have thrown chairs out of the window. losing books happens all the time and is so unlikely to phase staff who are probs a little bit dead inside

tldr: come back to the library, we need you visiting and using the service more than we need the books you accidentally lost, also if the person you talk to is anything like me they're probably just glad you aren't yelling at them

#like so many situations in life if you are polite and reasonable you will be a blessing to customer service workers #people are so fucking rude and dehumanising i do not care if you lost one of our books when you moved house 5 hears ago #talking

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓮. [Closed Doors]

Jungkook makes decisions every day- but none has ever felt as hard to make as the decision whether or not to keep or leave you.

Tags/Warnings: Hospital/Medical AU, Doctor!Jungkook, slightly aged up!Jungkook, Hybrid!Reader, Dog Hybrid!Reader, another slightly heavy one but the comfort is strong with this hurt, angst, fluff, romance, strangers to lovers, blood, medical stuff, mentions of domestic (physical and mental) abuse, corruption, mentions of drug abuse, health scare²

Length: 2.3k Words, it's very tiny I'm very sorry

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A/N: hi sorry I just really like this fic pls eat your vegetables

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"The little guy is recovering good." Namjoon nods. "But we'll have to inform child protective services, no matter if it was an accident or not.." He sighs, as Jungkook nods.

"I'm pretty sure it'll go well if it really was just that." He says. "I can't believe people just leave this stuff around when they know children eat any candy they see the moment they get the chance to." He shakes his head a bit angrily. "If that boy was a hybrid he'd be dead."

"Luckily he's not. I'll send the boy over to pediatrics, and as soon as that happens, he's out of our hands." Namjoon reminds his friend and coworker, as they both silently agree, walking through the hall. "How's your puppy doing?"

"Awake, and she's been transferred out of the ICU this morning, so I'm gonna check on her now and see how she's doing." Jungkook sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"Have you decided if you want to take her in yet?" Namjoon wonders, greeting a fellow doctor who's passing by.

"No." Jungkook shakes his head. "Not.. yet."

It's a touchy subject for now- so Namjoon leaves it alone- letting the doctor enter your new room on his own, to check up on you.

It's quiet inside, no nurse yet present- and Jungkook is actually a little thankful for the short, quiet moment he's got. Standing close to you, he lets his hand run over one of your soft ears- now cleaned and fur soft and vibrant in color. It's something Jimin had informed him about yesterday- how you cried from happiness after he'd helped you properly clean your ears and tail, something that appeared to be very much unfamiliar and new to you.

It angers him, to know that you were nothing but something to show off until now.

So many of your health problems could've been avoided if you just had received any amount of proper care and attention. Yoongi already suspects that you might have developed some behavioral issues from the way you've been living until now- all that, combined with your physical troubles will take weeks if not months to resolve. If they ever resolve fully at all, that is.

Not that Jungkook really cares. He'd take you in even if you were to bite and scratch.

But it's not that easy, and he knows this. "Hello?" He carefully says as his hand shakes your shoulder gently. "Can you wake up for me for a moment?" He requests, and your eyes slowly open, squinting at the bright hospital lights, before you stretch- and hiss at something cramping. "Good morning." He greets you- and suddenly you seem to realize who's there- and your tail begins to wag under the blanket, ears turned towards him as you smile. "How do you feel, hm?" He wonders, but you don't answer.

It's to be expected. All of these traumatic events must've taken a toll on you- not just physically.

"Well you're looking a lot better already, that's for sure." Jungkook tells mostly himself, though he smiles when he spots you taking the praise for yourself as well. It gives him a moment just to quietly look at you; imagine what life could be like if someone like you was to wait for him inside his apartment, every day whenever he'd come home from work.

Surely, you'd turn his apartment into a home in no time. The thought of just a little more chaos inside his living space, a little more of a mess here and there, a bit of disorder in his life, might just be what could color his life a little more vibrantly. Make things more exciting, more emotionally valuable- maybe it could even make his life less about work, and more about..

well, living.

You're yawning, and he laughs, train of thought broken as he pets your head teasingly, before the door opens, and a very chipper Jimin walks in. "Ah, there's my favorite person!" He sings almost, walking in to put the small tray of food down, before he looks at Jungkook. "And you too, Doctor Jeon."

"Well thank you." Jungkook jokes, before he watches as Jimin opens the tray, revealing some light soup and rice for you to eat. It's only a small portion- just to slowly ease you back into eating, and not overwhelm you again. He notices how attached you seem to what he recognizes is an empty pillowcase of all things you seem to cling to, probably for comfort, taken from your first room you occupied. It's another problem- you now have no one to bring you any clothes or comforting items into hospital at all.

You're alone, all by yourself.

And for some reason, the realization of that small fact hits him hard.

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It's been not even a full 24 hours, and you're already causing mischief.

"There you are!" Jungkook sighs, relieved to have finally found you near a vending machine two floors away from where you should be- which is in your room, in your bed. You, meanwhile, are just simply smiling at him, tail wagging at the sight of him crouching down to you to pet your head. "Come on now, you gave the poor nurses a near heart-attack by vanishing like that." He gently scolds, before he stands back up to his full height, reaching for your hand.

But you just let yourself fall to your side, stubborn. Tail still wagging, smacking onto the smooth floor.

"Got yourself a troublemaker, huh doctor Jeon?" An older nurse laughs, watching the interaction between the hybrid specialist and you while she prepares a cart with food trays for the patients. The news of Jungkook's interest in maybe adopting you permanently has made it's round quite quickly by now- mostly thanks to Jimin, who's the unofficial news reporter of every bit of gossip there is.

Jungkook sighs. "Seems like it." He chuckles, unable to really be upset with you, considering how glad he is to see you up and running again instead of pale and fighting in the ER. It's as if you finally realized that in here, no one actually wants to hurt you. No one blames you. No one is mad at you. You're actually being cared for here- you can truly be yourself, and no one's gonna get upset over it.

And slowly, Jungkook starts to see your true personality- which does help in his decision whether or not you'll fit into his life, or not. He's not made one yet- the papers are still at home, on his desk in his office, unsigned.

It's a tough decision to make, after all.

On one hand, sure; he really likes you, you seem absolutely sweet and also independent enough to stay at home by yourself if he goes by all of your documents, which included general assessment of your overall intelligence and social capabilities. You're a bit of an odd case- while your instincts are very strong, your hybrid features very well developed, and your overall behavior shows habits and reactions similar to a hybrid much higher on the scale, you do know how to properly process situations in a more human way.

For example; Loud noises startle you, but they don't make you panic. Food and snacks make you excited, but they're useless as bribery if you don't want to do something. You can read, write, and are educated to a very good degree, and you understand social cues without any issues.

But on the other hand, Jungkook isn't a man with endless patience. He gets frustrated easily, especially with himself- so what if he snaps at you on accident? Will you understand that he doesn't mean it badly, and that it's not even directed at you? And what about when he has to work- will you be lonely in his home, unhappy but too nice to actually tell him? He doesn't want you to just waste away while he's too focused on his career. It's something important for him, after all- he can't just quit and call it a day.

Even if you were to say that you don't need the attention, or the affection, or constant care or anything at all- he'd still feel bad for not providing it anyways. Because you deserve it. You deserve someone who can love you each day properly, someone who doesn't have to push you to the back every time his job has to take priority.

He's not sure what decision to make.

Or if there's even a choice at all.

Suddenly, you're pulling on his shirt to get back his attention- probably because he started to look mad while thinking. He knows he does this- it's why he usually turns away from patients whenever he has to think about something, which makes his face look upset. "I'm not mad." He reassures you, smiling again, petting your ears again while you watch him with suspicion. You're currently in a different headspace, regressing after all the stress and honestly rather traumatic events, which makes communication a little difficult- but everyone manages, since you're quite expressive in other ways, able to tell what you want and think either way.

Jungkook wants to take care of you- he wants to take you home, and make sure you're happy forever, but he can't be selfish, or too fast with his decision.

"Now come on, it's lunch soon. You hungry?" He asks, and you nod, tail wagging as you stand up alongside him, hand holding onto his shirt as you walk next to him-

and this time, he decides to cave in a little, as he instead holds your hand in his while walking back to your room with you.

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Jungkook likes to play music in his apartment, even if it's just quiet.

It fills the space with noise, makes him feel less lonely, takes his mind off of things. It helps relax. But tonight, it doesn't really work, as he sits in his office, sighing as he looks at the unsigned paperwork still on his desk in front of him. He's read through all the documents more than twice now, knows what's written down, what information it all gives out to him- and yet, he's unsure what to do with it.

If he signs it, you'll be given to him for a foster time first- three weeks of 'trying it out' so to speak, to see if you're a good fit for him, and if he's a good fit for you. During that time, a careworker will visit randomly to check up once or twice, and at the end of it, it's you both who have to agree to an actual permanent registration. But Jungkook worries, he always does.

The thing he worries most about, is the fact that he feels like he's already in too deep. There's a small, pink and white plush toy in his lap after all, bought yesterday straight after work from a store specializing in hybrid clothing and other items. It's a comfort plush that holds scents very well, so he keeps it close to his body ever since buying it to offer it to you tomorrow morning when he's back in hospital to check up on you.

And yes, he has been browsing what a dog hybrid of your specific breed might need to live a happy life. He might also have looked up options for sports or other activities you might want to do-

he's really in deep, isn't he?

He sighs yet again, scratching his head in frustration after he puts down the pen, staring at the 'signature here' spot at the bottom. It could all be so easy, but he really doesn't want to fuck this all up.

He knows from Taehyung, an anesthesiologist and good friend, that having a hybrid can actually work out perfectly. He's balancing it just fine, his own hybrid at home happy and healthy, his work never suffering, his happiness thriving. The young medical worker always shows off pictures of him and his hybrid, proudly, and he really has every reason to be, considering where she came from.

But Jungkook also knows how tough it can be.

He's reminded of it every time he checks up on Yoongi and his cat hybrid- now awake, but clearly in distress over her lack of control over her own body, and it's going to be a long road to recovery for her and Yoongi just as much. He knows they'll get through it- but the amount of heartbreak and absolute terror that went down just scared Jungkook, straight up.

And he knows, your future together is absolutely going to be both of those scenarios- good, and bad.

"What's the worst that can happen.." He hums to himself, one hand playing with the fuzz of the comfort plush in his lap, little black eyes staring blankly at him, tiny mouth curved into a forever smile.

You deserve a happy future. You deserve to have opportunities, and care, and affection, and a stable environment you can rely on, and thrive in. And he won't ever really gain the knowledge of that happening if he's not the one providing that for you.

And yet, the doubts are still there, clouding his mind.

What's he going to do?

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[theodorenmyth]

Kissing ron weasleys cute freckles and braiding his cute ginger hair. Imagine him going around Hogwarts with 2 tiny braids amongst his hair and his friends teasing him about it. And imagine every time you tease him ab stupid shit like "do the curtains match the drapes?" He blushes and if you tease him even more he'd get soooo red it's hilarious and makes you wanna kiss his heated face

Freckles and Braids

Pairings : Ronald Weasley x GN! Reader Summary : You were giving him a makeover by braiding his hair A/n : Enjoy (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠) Warnings) : nothing Word count : 1k+

The sun was setting over Hogwarts, casting a golden glow over the castle and its grounds. The Gryffindor common room was abuzz with students finishing their homework and chatting about the day's events. Amidst the noise, you sat on one of the plush armchairs, watching Ron Weasley from across the room. His vibrant ginger hair caught the light, making it look like flames dancing around his head.

Ron was deep in conversation with Harry and Hermione, his face animated as he recounted something funny that had happened in Potions class. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of his freckled face lighting up with laughter. Those freckles, scattered across his cheeks and nose, were one of your favorite things about him. You'd often daydream about kissing each one, feeling the warmth of his skin against your lips.

As if sensing your gaze, Ron looked up and caught your eye. He gave you a small, shy smile, which you returned with a wave. An idea sparked in your mind, and you beckoned him over with a mischievous grin.

Ron excused himself from his friends and made his way to you, curiosity evident in his blue eyes. "What's up?" he asked, plopping down on the armrest of your chair.

"I have a proposition for you, Mr. Weasley," you said, trying to keep a straight face.

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what might that be?"

"I was thinking," you began, leaning in closer, "how would you feel about a little makeover?"

His eyes widened, and a blush started to creep up his neck. "A makeover? What kind of makeover?"

You reached into your bag and pulled out a small hairbrush and a couple of hair ties. "Just a little something to make you even cuter," you said with a wink.

Ron chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "I don't know…"

"Come on, it'll be fun," you coaxed. "And besides, I bet you'll look absolutely adorable."

He hesitated for a moment, then sighed. "Alright, fine. But if anyone laughs, I'm blaming you."

You patted the seat next to you, and he obliged, sitting down and facing you. Gently, you started brushing his hair, the strands soft and smooth under your fingers. Ron watched you with a mixture of amusement and nervousness.

As you worked, you couldn't resist teasing him a bit. "You know, Ron, I've always wondered if the curtains match the drapes."

His face turned beet red, and he stammered, "W-what? What does that even mean?"

You laughed, enjoying his flustered reaction. "Oh, you know exactly what it means."

Ron groaned, covering his face with his hands. "You're terrible."

"But you love it," you teased, carefully parting his hair to make the first braid.

He peeked at you through his fingers, a reluctant smile playing on his lips. "Maybe."

You continued braiding his hair, taking your time to make sure each braid was neat and even. The whole process was soothing, and you found yourself getting lost in the repetitive motion. Ron, too, seemed to relax, the tension easing from his shoulders as you worked.

When you finished the first braid, you secured it with a hair tie and started on the second. "Almost done," you murmured.

Ron hummed in response, his eyes closed. He looked so peaceful, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for him. Finishing the second braid, you tied it off and leaned back to admire your work.

"There," you said softly. "All done."

Ron opened his eyes and reached up to touch the braids. "How do I look?"

"Adorable," you said, grinning. "Absolutely adorable."

He blushed again, but this time he smiled. "Thanks, I think."

"You're welcome," you replied, leaning in to kiss his freckled cheek. "Now, let's see what the others think."

Ron groaned again, but he stood up and turned to face the rest of the common room. Harry and Hermione looked up from their books, and their eyes widened in surprise.

"Blimey, Ron," Harry said, trying to stifle a laugh. "Nice braids."

Hermione giggled. "They actually suit you."

Ron rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up."

But despite his words, he didn't seem too upset. In fact, he looked a little pleased with the attention. You stood up and took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Come on," you said, leading him to the fireplace. "Let's sit by the fire for a bit."

He followed you, still holding your hand, and you both settled down on the hearth rug. The warmth of the fire was comforting, and you leaned against Ron's shoulder, feeling content.

"Thanks for letting me do this," you said quietly.

He looked down at you, a soft smile on his lips. "Anytime."

You stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each other's company. Every now and then, you'd steal a glance at his braids, feeling a sense of pride that you had made him look so cute. And every time you did, Ron would catch you and blush, which only made you want to kiss him even more.

Eventually, the common room started to empty as students headed to bed. You and Ron remained by the fire, talking about everything and nothing. You teased him about his hair, about his freckles, and about the way he blushed so easily. And every time you did, he'd turn that lovely shade of red that you adored so much.

"Do the curtains match the drapes?" you asked again, just to see him blush.

Ron groaned, but there was a smile on his face. "You're never going to let that go, are you?"

"Never," you said, leaning in to kiss his heated face. "It's too much fun."

He shook his head, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer, resting his forehead against yours.

"I suppose I can live with that," he murmured, his breath warm against your lips.

You smiled, closing the small gap between you with a soft kiss. "Good," you whispered. "Because I'm not planning on stopping anytime soon."

And with that, you kissed him again, feeling his freckles beneath your lips and his warmth surrounding you. It was perfect, and you knew that as long as you had moments like this, you could handle anything Hogwarts threw your way.

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[remusluvr]

say it ain't so | steve harrington

summary: Byers reader and Steve's last night together before leaving for California. content: female reader, angst, f oral, sex, no usage of y/n

The bedroom you have lived in for the last eighteen years is nearly completely vacant. All that's left in it is your bed and your duffle bag for the trip. It's weird seeing your once vibrant room so dull.

"I don't like it," you say, crossing your arms as you stand in the doorway whilst Steve is laid out on your bed.

"Neither do I, none of your personality is in here anymore," Steve sighs before proceeding to sit up. You shut the door behind you to go sit with him.

Tomorrow morning you'll be in a car driving to California with your family. There was no other choice for you since you still have your senior year to complete, which means you have to leave Steve behind for nearly an entire year.

Curling yourself into his lap, his arms wrap around you. You two have already discussed visiting each other many times, how he'll fly out to you and you'll fly back to Hawkins to see him. And you and he have already made spring break plans for you to come back to Hawkins for nearly two weeks.

It'll work, you'll work.

Your heart aches at the mere idea of not being able to see him every day, or hear his voice, or visit him at work, or have him climb through your bedroom window so you two can have sleepovers. Usually, Joyce was a lot more strict about sleepovers with significant others but with you leaving tomorrow, it's okay for tonight.

All you want is for this night to never end so you never have to leave Steve.

His hand rakes through your hair as you lay on him, "I'm going to miss you so fucking much."

You're already quite emotional that you have to leave everything and everyone you've ever known and Steve is simultaneously making it worse and better. He turns your face up to look at him and he coos down at you when he notices the tears welling in the corners of your eyes.

"It's just not fair, Stevie. Why can't I just live at your house for the rest of the school year? You can work at the video store, I'll go to school, and then at night, we sleep in the same bed like we live together."

"I know, baby. It's not fair at all. But you'll love California and imagine when I come to visit. We'll drive to the beach and spend the whole day there. Just you and me."

"That'll be nice," you hum. The image is crisp in your mind and you're giddy about it. Steve always knows exactly what you need to hear. "Ah, and then you'll come back to the house and I'll show you my new room. I'm not sure how I want to decorate yet."

"Send me pictures. I wanna see everything you get up to out there."

"That's such a good idea but I don't have a camera," you whine, flopping your head down onto his shoulder. He laughs and moves you off of him. "Where are you going?"

He reaches under the bed where he's hidden your going away present. A camera, a stack of envelopes, paper, pens, and stamps. The perfect concoction for when your relationship is about to go long distance.

"I got myself the same stuff. I expect at least one letter a week and at least five phone calls a day," he proclaims, watching as you smile down into the box. You laugh before setting the box to the side and climbing back to him. "Not an ideal situation by any means but everything will be fine. I promise."

You kiss him from your position in his lap. He kisses back with even more fervor. Your hands drape themselves around his neck as his grab at your hips. Any time you kiss Steve, it makes you dizzy but especially now. When he's putting everything unsaid into this kiss, how could it not?

It hits you as he flips you over onto your back that this is the last time you'll be able to do this in a while. Your lips stutter against his and he pulls back, thumb coming up to rub over them. There's no need to bring down his mood by addressing the elephant in the room. Tonight, you'll just enjoy the fact that he's here.

"So pretty," he whispers, leaning down again for a quick kiss before his thumbs slip just underneath the waistband of your shorts so he can slide them down. He moves slowly, deliberately, so he can savor this moment forever.

And once they're off and thrown to the side, he's laying on the bed between your legs. His lips are like fire on your legs as he kisses a path up to where you want him the most. He won't let you rush him though, making sure to take his sweet ol' time to nip at your inner thighs.

He's cruel with his teasing, fingers ghosting idly over your panties. Pulling down your underwear has his vision glazing over as he focuses in on the very thing he's been planning since the beginning.

"It'll be hard, very hard, to not be able to eat this pussy any time I want," he sighs, leaning in to lick at your clit. You're panting from all this teasing and his words don't help at all. Reaching down, your fingers tangle into his hair, pulling him closer to you. He grins into you, finally giving you what you want.

If there's anything Steve is the best at it is eating you out. He goes to town, sloppy and wet just to make you feel your very best. His lips suction around your clit before moving down to dip his tongue into you. It's world-changing. You don't know how you'll survive months without him.

Your thighs squeeze his head and he moans, letting the vibration move through you. It has your legs shaking as his hands grip at your thighs, keeping them spread enough for him to do his job properly. He loves it though, loves every little thing you do.

"Steve!" you whine, remembering that there are other people in this house but when you're getting the best head of your life, there's bound to be escaped noises. Steve is a cocky boy and you can feel his smile against you. It's boosting his ego knowing you're having this much trouble keeping it down.

You don't even warn him at all before cumming but he knows. Steve always knows. From the clench of your fingers in his hair, to your hips bucking into his face, and your sudden gasp of breath it's not hard to figure out. And he takes everything you give him, watching as you bite down on the pillow beside you so you don't wake the whole house. There's nothing more that he wants right now than to hear you, it's killing him.

He huffs as he settles in next to you, letting you cuddle into him so you can regain some of your breathing.

"Wonder if those cameras do video cause I don't how I'll last without hearing your pretty sounds for so long," he groans, tossing his head back against your headboard. You giggle as you look up at him. You press upward, sucking at his neck whilst you climb into his lap.

"We can always call each other," you whisper directly beside his ear, biting at it for extra measure, "Think I'm getting my own phone for my room."

"P-perfect, baby." He's whining quietly as you continue the assault on his neck, maybe getting too carried away but the look on his face is worth it. There is still a t-shirt and pajama pants on him and while the fabric may feel nice on your bare cunt, you need him out of them immediately.

"Take your shirt off for me, Stevie?" It's off before you can even make it down the bed at all to pull at his pants. He chastises you for teasing but it's no different than what he was doing. "Poor baby, you're so hard."

He's panting and it feels nice to be the one in control of him. Your fingers run over his tip, leaving him to chase your touch.

"Please, put me out of my misery, sweetheart." Smiling at him, you do. His inhale is sharp once he's inside you. You lean your forehead on his shoulder as you get used to him. "You're my lovely girl, god, I love you so much."

He grips onto your hips, helping you bounce on him. All of your confidence faded away as soon as you got what you wanted, turning to mush instead. You just need him to take care of you.

It doesn't take all that long before you're close again, sensitive from your first orgasm. And the way you're clenching around him has right there with you. His lips press messily onto yours as he tries to fight off his impending orgasm so this doesn't have to end. Your hands are glued to the sides of his face and he's never felt this loved.

"Mmpfh, g-gonna cum. W-where you want it?" he groans into your lips.

"Inside please," you whine, grinding down onto him to meet his thrusts, "Please, I want it. I'll get the m-morning-after pill."

It's too much for Steve and he cums with a loud moan that you have to muffle by clamping your hands over his mouth. You don't blame him because you have to bite down on his shoulder as you finish. And when you're both done, he's so drunk off of you that he whines when you get off his lap.

"I don't want you to leave me," Steve frowns as you lay on his chest.

"I know. But I'm not gone forever, you're not losing me." He's still upset and he will be for the next few months as he gets used to it. All he can think about is how much money he's about to make because that's all he'll be doing, work. But he'd be okay with being the poorest man in the world if it meant that you were with him.

"We should get some sleep since you have to be up early," he instructs, trying to be firm and ignore the ache in his chest. Once he's asleep, he'll have to wake up to you leaving him and he's not ready. He'll never be ready and you're not ready but it's what will happen.

"Probably. I love you."

"I love you more."

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[pianocat939]

YAY I FINALLY GOT ONE OF MY RAFFLE FICS DONE AFTER SLACKING OFF FOR 5 MONTS- I leaned toward a slight bit of horror cuz my followers wanted some so just a little bit

Ok so I did this really stupid thing of switching from 2nd person to 3rd person at random times, so I apologize if it gets confusing at any point. Just know for the most part if it says "they" or "you", it's referring to MC.

A Butterfly's Death

Synopsis: Younger Sibling MC goes out alone and gets hurt and Platonic Yan turtles go a tiny bit crazy and panic a lot.

Tw: blood, injury, murder, degradation, decapitation, mildly(?) explicit horror, manipulation, fear, implied panic attacks (I didn't write it that descriptive), I can't think of anymore-

Word Count: 2.1K

You walk through the stone brick paths of the Hidden City, observing the numerous yokai and the questionably-shaped buildings. When you look up, the sky's endless walls of minerals and the earth's rocks greet you, creating a vast colour of brown and grey. The glowing sign lights and the vivid colours of mystic powers thrown around everywhere blind your eyes a small bit, but you don't mind at all. Being able to walk through the streets on your own was exhilarating for you enough.

After leaving the tangles of your brothers' firm rules, you managed to slip out to the Hidden City on your own; with April being the slick butter needed to slide out from their harsh grip. You are forever grateful she was willing to make a cover-up for your disappearance, a genius she was at people. You knew you only had an hour or perhaps another half more at best, so you needed to explore briefly; otherwise, your brothers might come for you and lock you down again. You didn't even want to imagine the consequences Donnie would give with his undying protectiveness: he could be even worse than Raph at times. You wondered when it'll be your turn to have permission to leave alone since Mikey already got his 6 months ago.

While roaming the marketplace, you notice a red glowing spectre behind another yokai. Oddly allured to it, you approach it subtly without causing any suspicion and see a vibrant vermillion-coloured butterfly fluttering slowly through the bustling street. Out of everything that was going on, it was the only thing you could keep your eyes on. How its crystallized wings flap elegantly through such a diminished place is fascinating. You can't help but pursue the butterfly, your feet automatically shuffling toward it. The creature's shine was nothing compared to Donnie's monitors or the neon signs that cover New York City.

After following it through a few streets, you step close enough to it to graze your fingers upon its rouge wings. You reached out your arm slowly to feel the butterfly, your eyes slightly widened in glistening wonder. But right then, you feel a choking pressure on your chest, pain pulsing through your upper body every second. You realize your arms are pinned by some rose-coloured elastic tape binds. With a yelp, you're swished upwards into the air, restrained with only your legs to kick around in a fruitless struggle.

"H-Hey wha- what's going on?!" They stammer in panic, looking around wildly in panic. But then they hear a harsh shrill laugh, loud enough to make you wince from the volume.

"Ah...Look at the stupid little turtle who fell into my trap! I knew I could effortlessly fool a dumb youngling like you!" The villain declared with raging pride. It smiled with a devilish smirk, seemingly finding itself ingenious.

The mutant stares at the yokai in cold fear, their breathing shallow and uneven. Tears welled in their eyes, on the verge of bursting into a stream of terror and helplessness. They were so idiotic to think they could go out alone: in a city full of powerful yokai. They would eventually end up in danger; they should have complied with their brothers' rules. They regret even trying, as look where they ended up: trapped and no means of escape. They knew this villain wasn't an easy douchebag; they could see it was an imaginative mind filled with strategy and max concentration.

While the young one meddled in their guilt, the tape slowly tightened around them, applying more pressure. They immediately winced with the increase of pain, squinting their eyes slightly as if it would block the torture. But the tightening only grew, and soon it was excruciating. As their cries of pain got more voluminous, the villain only laughed with more insanity: enjoying their pain.

But then the turtle started to feel a slow cracking of their leg, bringing more pain with every fracture, and that's when they screamed: their leg had broken into two. Their scream pierced the whole vicinity, startling Yokai from nearby streets, and a small crowd formed. Some tried to save the mutant, but the villain was too powerful. The people ended up getting smacked by the elastic tape.

The villain cackled sadistically before yelling at its captive, "You're nothing but a silly little weakling! Look at you, screaming like a pitiful child!"

Their demonic giggling continued until a distant scream came from above, "YOU DIRTY WATERED MONSTER BETTER GET YOUR NASTY BUBBLEGUM TAPE OFF MY SIBLING, YOU DEMON!" It was Mikey, one of their brothers, and he did not look pleased by any means. Within a few seconds their siblings: Raph, Mikey and Donnie, fire attacks at the villain. From fire to crushing the villain with a mighty fist: it was pure warfare. Meanwhile, the elastic band that restrained them was sliced, and they fell into a pair of stable arms: Leo.

"I got you. Now, let me see your injuries." He softly muttered, his eyes with a look of concern, but they could see the dark fury swirling in his eyes. Leo carried them to a more secure place. Surprisingly the elastic tape didn't follow the pair, as it was too distracted fighting off the others. Once Y/n felt safer about their environment, they clung to Leo, trembling in horror. Leo hugged them, rubbing their back, "Hey, hey, what happened?"

Their voice was shaky and practically silent as they whispered, "I think my leg is broken..." They glance at their right calf, noticing it's visibly swollen and bruised; it was obviously distended in some places. A few tears drip from their eyes, as the pain fully sets in after leaving the danger zone. They glance back at their brother once more and notice his fury, and for a moment, they were terrified of his expression. His face was in a gritted frown, his eyes wide with absolute hatred. Leo rarely revealed his anger, but the times he did: it was a true menace. "L-Leo?" They mumbled, wondering why he didn't say anything.

Suddenly, in a flash, Leo created a portal and cut the now-weakened villain's head clean off, blood gushing and splattering everywhere. "Burn in hell, bastard." He advised quietly; you would almost think he was calm about the situation, but he wasn't. With the fact the villain was slain, all of your brothers rush back to you, surrounding you with worried looks.

"Can you walk?"

"How bad did it hurt you?"

"We're here now ok? You're safe!"

You didn't answer their questions, as you were processing what happened within the last hour. But there was one thing that was putting you through the most shock: you could have died. If it weren't for your brothers arriving in time, you could have been crushed or maybe even worse. You were grateful that you at the very least screamed, as who knows what more could have the villain done to you if you hadn't? In amidst processing all of the events, you burst out into tears, your breathing off the charts.

At the sight of this, your three brothers tried to calm you down. Mikey was hugging you, Raph was patting your hand, and Donnie was scanning your body with his goggles for all the injuries.

"Hey, hey! We're here, we're right here, no need to be scared anymore. You're out from that hellhole now!"

"Yeah, you got your big bros right here to save you. You're gonna be ok."

"Signs of bruises and swelling, increased blood pressure, a broken fibula along with some fractures on the tibula..."

Then Leo pushed himself between Raph and Donnie, holding a small, straight plank of wood along with some gauze and medicinal tape. He kneeled down and wrapped your calf into a makeshift splint. His anger had melted away from his expression, and now replaced with a concentrated face. He hummed a small tune as he worked, the tune sounding grim. When he was done he sighed, before standing up. "There. Now let's go home, where it's safe."

You're then heaved up into Raph's ginormous arms and carried off, as Mikey and Donnie wait for Leo to swiftly form a portal. Right before you leave through the turquoise-coloured glowing gateway, you stare back at the scene. Blood covers the ground and body of the villain; the colours of the elastic tape have dimmed. It's as if a horror scene the main character would stumble upon in a horror movie. You notice the butterfly you chased earlier landed right on the neck of the corpse: right where the head used to be attached. The wisp then slowly faded away into dust, as if it was never there.

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Back at the lair, inside the med-bay, you lay on the bed as Leo gives more proper treatment to your injuries. While Donnie and Raph sit next to your bed. Raph held your hand and Donnie typed on his phone, seemingly writing down something important. The sound of an occasional machine beeping is the only noise in the room. Then Raph breaks the silence, "Why did you go out to the Hidden City alone?"

You froze. You knew the time to confess your doings was to come eventually. You felt intense stares at you, and you hated the thick, silent atmosphere. You didn't wish to utter a single sound; just keep your mouth shut and let Leo do his work. But you knew there was no choice, they wouldn't let you sleep for the night unless you confessed. So with all your courage you stated, "Because I hate having to constantly be with someone to go out alone. I...I felt smothered."

"But out of all the places you could have picked to sneak out to, you picked the Hidden City?" Raph interrogated, his tone sad and disappointed. His grip tightened slightly on your hand as he spoke.

"Well there's tons of cool stuff to do there, plus I didn't have to worry about people seeing me." You explained, hoping they would understand at least a small bit of your justifications.

"You know how dangerous it can be. Not only is it Big Mama's domain, but there's yokai who can do far worse things than a human could ever possibly fathom doing." Donnie added, glancing up from his phone. He frowned more, just a slight change.

You knew there was no point in arguing when Donnie's explanation is factual. "I guess you're right about that."

While placing a cast upon your broken calf, Leo chides, "I know you felt like you were smothered, but you really should stick with us when you go out. We can protect you and still let you have fun. We're your brothers, after all, we know your position better than anyone else, right?" He has a slightly humorous tone to his words, slowly returning to his usual self.

"I mean...I guess." You mumble, disappointed you're still not allowed to leave alone.

"I agree. We've lived with you our entire lives; we know what you like best. As well as our older age making us have more experience in combat and being in the public in general." Donnie confirmed, typing on his phone with purpose. Unknown to others, he was typing notes to upgrade the defences and surveillance of the lair.

You then felt gentle but firm arms around your shoulder blades and the feeling of scales slightly nuzzled against your cheek. "You worried me so much! I thought something was gonna happen to you!" Raph whimpered, embracing you close as he was on the verge of tears. "Maybe next year you can go out on your own..." never

After Leo finished up and a few more questions, Mikey walked in, holding in a freshly cooked dish of some sort: your favourite. He sauntered up to you, and carefully put the dish into your lap. "You've gone through a lot today, so I made you your favourite. Bon appétit!" He chirped, attempting to lighten up the silent gloomy atmosphere.

"Oh, thanks a lot, Mikey." You accept the food and started to eat it, hungry from not eating for quite a bit. It was delicious, as expected. Mikey is an excellent chef after all.

"So...I think we can all agree that you shouldn't go out on your own until you can prove to us you'll be safe. Agreed?" Raph proposed, looking around at all the other brothers who nodded in response. "Great. Now you just rest up and heal." He started to caress your head, smiling softly. You felt like a little kid in this situation. You felt like a little kid.

Maybe they were right: you shouldn't go out on your own. Not after what had happened to you in the Hidden City. You were just a little kid, who couldn't fend for themselves. Just a little kid.

And just like the butterfly who dwindled away into dust, so did your urge to rebel.

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YAY FINALLY- I GOT ONE OF MY 500 SPECIAL DONE- @lilajjs for the winner-

I think it was like idk January/Febuary when I hit 500 help omg=

Well I hope you enjoyed this random bs-

- Celina

#rottmnt #tmnt #yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #yandere #yandere x reader #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #writing #Leo x reader #Mikey x reader #Raph x reader #Donnie x reader #Donnie #yandere donnie #Donatello #Donatello x reader #rise donnie

[miguelswifey04]

Imagining Miguel waking up in the morning with reader in his arms, and he's just staring at them, thinking how much he loves them, how he never wants to let them go. His life has changed so much since he met reader, and he knows it'll never be the same id something happens to them

miguel o’hara x gn! reader (fluff)

morning with miguel <3

aw the morning light gently filtered through the curtains, miguel slowly stirred from his slumber, finding himself wrapped in the comforting embrace of you. with a soft warmth in his heart, he couldn't help but marvel at the sight before him, your peaceful form resting serenely in his arms. his gaze traced the delicate curve of your face, the rise and fall of your chest with each tranquil breath. in that tender moment, a wave of love washed over miguel, filling him with an overwhelming sense of gratitude and adoration.

the transformation that had taken place in miguel’s life since meeting you was undeniable. you had brought a vibrant light that illuminated even the darkest corners of his heart. your presence had sparked a deeper, profound love within him, one he never thought possible.

i’m the stillness of the morning, miguel reflected on your journey together. he realized that with every passing day, his life had become richer, brighter, and filled with an abundance of joy. the mere thought of something happening to you sent a shiver of fear down his spine, a reminder of just how deeply you had intertwined your lives.

he gently pressed a kiss to your forehead, your soft skin warming his lips. miguel silently made a vow to himself, vowing to cherish and protect your relationship with all his might. he knew that this love, this connection, was a priceless treasure that he couldn't bear to lose. as you began to stir, your eyes fluttering open to meet miguel’s affectionate gaze, a soft smile formed on his lips. he whispered those three simple yet powerful words, "i love you," allowing the weight of his emotions to radiate through his voice.

he knew that your journey together would be filled with ups and downs, but he also knew that both of you would face it all with unwavering devotion and a love that could move mountains. hand in hand, you embarked on a new day, your hearts intertwined, and your future filled with the promise of a love that knew no bounds. miguel cherished this precious time together, grateful for each moment he had with you and ready to face whatever lay ahead, knowing that your love was the anchor that would guide him through the ever-changing tides of life.

a/n: bro i’m bout to cry :(

tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @emiemiemiii @astro1bloom @sabcandoit @obi-mom-kenobi @meeom

#spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #atsv x reader #🌱 lin writes #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel o’hara x y/n #lin’s asks #♡´･ᴗ･`♡ lin answers #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara x gn reader #miguel o’hara drabble #spider man atsv #spiderman 2099 spiderverse #spiderman2099

[wasabidottie]

Loser Monologue (Nathan Prescott)

A/n: ah! this is my first tumblr post and first time writing a fanfic (If thats what you'd call it?!?) in 6 years. Let me know if i should fix anything ig?!? this fic is inspired by loser monologue by sign crushes motorist

Blackwell Academy stood as a silent witness to the echoes of a past that still haunted Nathan Prescott's thoughts. The corridors whispered of friendships forgotten and fractured. Among those memories, there was one that resonated deeper than the rest, one person who had left an indelible mark on his heart. She had been the light to his darkness, a friend who had seen through the façade he presented to the world. She had held his secrets and his pain, offering understanding and compassion when he needed it most. They had shared countless conversations, a bond that transcended the superficial, and yet, his own demons had driven them apart.

I stare at your pictures for hours on end Dreaming, fantasizing about holding you Feeling my hands on your bare skin Just being with you But I know it'll never happen But I can't stop myself from fantasizing

His heart ached as he remembered the stolen moments he had spent gazing at her photographs, his imagination weaving scenarios that would never come to pass. He wished he could turn back time, rewrite the story that had led them to this point. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the campus. Nathan stood in the shadows of his dorm. He traced his fingers over a sketch she had left behind, her talent evident in every stroke. The memory of their laughter, their shared dreams, flooded his senses.

Every word you say sends goosebumps all over my body I've tried for so long not to look at you To not look at pictures of you To cut off all contact with you But I can't stop I can't stop how I feel I don't know if I'll ever stop feeling this way At least not for a long time

His feelings for her had grown beyond friendship, beyond the boundaries of his understanding. The depth of his emotions terrified him, leaving him torn between the fear of rejection and the longing to hold her close. Nathan sat on a bench in the campus garden, the moonlight casting a soft glow around him. His thoughts were a whirlwind of memories, regret, and a love he had never been able to comprehend. He murmured his regrets into the night, the words a whispered plea to a universe that seemed indifferent: "I wish you'd look at me the way I look at you. I wish I could be with you."

Weeks turned into months, and Nathan's determination to mend his broken pieces grew stronger. He sought therapy, confronted his fears, and wrestled with the tangle of emotions within him. But the memories of her continued to haunt him, her absence a void he could never quite fill. He stood before a shoebox hidden under his bed, its contents a collection of photographs that chronicled their time together. He had tried to get rid of them, to erase the reminders of what he had lost, but he couldn't bring himself to let go. Each photo was a piece of her he could hold onto, a tether to a time when he had felt normal, when he had felt alive.

I just want to feel the warmth of your body next to mine To see your smile I want to play with your hair See it shine under the sun as it hits you just right I want to watch the sun sink behind the heavens with you Talk, laugh, make out Anything I just want anything from you

He closed his eyes, allowing himself to be transported back to those moments when her laughter had been his lifeline, her presence a balm to his scars. He found himself drawn to the glow of the school's art gallery. A soft hum of voices and the dim light spilled from within. Curiosity tugged at him, urging him to step inside.

As he entered the gallery, his eyes widened in surprise. The walls were adorned with artwork, some of it hers. Vibrant paintings that captured a kaleidoscope of emotions and stories littered the wall. A harsh contrast to the monochrome pieces Nathan gravitated to. Each canvas seemed to hold a piece of her heart, a glimpse into her world that he had missed in their time apart.

And there, in the center of the gallery, she stood, her back turned to him as she spoke to a group of art enthusiasts. The sight of her was a reminder of the bond they had shared and the emotions he had suppressed for far too long.

He moved closer, his heart pounding in his chest. His eyes roamed over her, taking in the way her hair cascaded down her shoulders, the grace with which she moved, the passion that radiated from her very being. It was as if the gallery held not just her art, but her essence, her spirit.

Nathan's gaze shifted to a particular painting—a canvas that depicted a couple beneath a starlit sky, their silhouettes locked in a tender embrace. It was a scene that felt achingly familiar, as if it echoed the unspoken longing he had carried for her all these years.

The words he had held back, the feelings he had concealed, surged to the surface. The urge to reach out, to finally voice his emotions, grew irresistible. He took a hesitant step forward, his voice quivering as he called her name

#nathan prescott x reader #life is strange #idk how to tag #song #this song makes me sob #rachel amber #max caulfield #nathan prescott #nathan prescott x oc #This took a bit too long #im not 100 on how to write for nathan #Hes not angsty enough #friends to lovers #if you squint #warren graham #life is strange x reader

[bookwyrminspiration]

How do you think Amy was affected by being the only living human to know of the elves?

-🦢 anon

We've seen a little of how it affected her--for example, she'd mentioned keeping an eye out in the news for happenings that might be Lost Cities related. I'd imagine she's also constantly wondering if what she knows (history) is the truth, and comparing her home to the cleanliness, crime-free (mostly), vibrant Lost Cities. That she's more critical and questioning as a whole

I think for her this is also very tied to being the only one to remember Sophie, which is even more impactful. Not only is she keeping elves/ogres/etc. secret from everyone, including her parents (who she has a good relationship with). She has to live with the fact her parents don't remember they had another daughter, that said daughter is in constant danger--they don't even remember their own kidnapping.

So any emotional turmoil Amy has from her parents being taken and tortured while she lived alone with strangers she has to deal with on her own--or to reach back out to the elven world, but she's not supposed to have a lot of contact.

She lives playing a role that is both her and slightly not. Responding to a different name, with different friends, and a family that will never be what it used to. Acting like it's all she's ever known.

I imagine the immersion means she loses herself in it sometimes, but other times she wonders if everything's okay with Sophie. If the elves are at war, and if it'll reach her world. What she can do if it does

She's in a position of immense powerlessness, and she knows it. She tries to overcome it, but the world is so much bigger than before now, and she can only do so much. That has to take its toll, even if its worth it to remember who she is

#kotlc #kotlc character analysis #amy foster #quil's queries #🦢 nonsie #long post #also i know amy's a different person but if i found out magical creatures existed and I was just a simple human #not only that but my ONLY SISTER was inhuman? #that would devastate me #she was a byproduct of sophie's creation #that would fuck me UP dude #let me innnn to the fantasy clubb

[saintsenara]

still on my backdated @hprecfest grind with...

day five: favourite fics which aren't from ao3

the cactus and the toad by mirrormarie neville longbottom & severus snape teen | 73k words

why i recommend it:

i am, as regular readers of my ramblings will be aware, on the record that snape's treatment of neville is something we need to examine primarily as a narrative device - he's so cruel to him because he's a mean teacher in a children's story, that's the starting point - and this fic does just that, examining how neville comes to terms with his childhood experiences of snape as he looks at them from the other side of the war.

it also does something i always enjoy seeing - it examines how post-war closure looks to characters who aren't harry, and how their reckoning with snape (who is alive - very much against his will - in this story) will be very different than harry's own.

and it's a striking piece of writing in that it is one of the only fics i've seen which approaches a 'cure' for frank and alice longbottom that does not magically fix everything, but which has results which are only partial and which are only the beginning of a road to recovery. i think that's important.

snape stared at it, then at neville, and neville saw, with considerable glee, that snape's natural impulse to say something nasty was warring with his obvious worry that neville would take the cactus away if provoked.

come slowly, eden by paimpont molly weasley/lord voldemort mature | 3k words

why i recommend it:

yes, you've read the pairing right.

because it does what all rare pair fics seek to do, and takes two characters whom it should be impossible to imagine any sort of love story between and manages it, through a brilliantly skilful character study of molly and her hopes and her contradictions.

he sat perfectly still, immovable. molly turned slowly around and busied herself at the stove, stirring the soup with an unsteady hand. if only he would kill me right now and leave, she thought. before the others come back. she could feel his glance lingering on her as she worked. she moved more slowly than usual, stirring the fragrant soup that needed no more stirring and adding pinches of unnecessary spices.

he made a slight noise, a quiet rustling of his cloak. molly turned halfway around and caught a glimpse of the white expressionless face. and suddenly she knew: he was hungry. molly always knew when someone was hungry.

the english opening by lordrowantree fleur delacour/ron weasley teen | 55k words

why i recommend it:

because it respects ron's canonical rizz and asks the very important question: what would happen if fleur said yes when he asked her to the yule ball?

and, in doing so, it also respects all the rest of ron's canonical traits - his intelligence, his kindness, his big-picture thinking, his sense of daring - and uses them to offer an exploration of fleur's character which is considerably kinder and more nuanced than the one she receives in canon.

plus, it'll teach you something about chess, which is a bonus.

as ron pulled out the pieces, fleur looked out at the setting sun. it was just above the tops of the mountains and it painted the sky an incredible, vibrant red. it lit up ron's face and hair so that it looked like he was wreathed in flames like the gods of old. maybe, she admitted to herself, britain wasn't all bad.

#hp rec fest #asenora fic recs #neville longbottom #severus snape #molly weasley #lord voldemort #fleur delacour #ron weasley

[pawznacho]

Here are my personal opinions about the TGCF donghua S2 character designs!! (I don't have anything else to do with my life)

So, I've seen a lot of people hate on the new designs, especially on Qi Rong and Goushi Fang Xin's. I mean, they surprised me too, but I wouldn't necessarily say they are bad.

For Fang Xin (Xie Lian), his design and colors and stunning, it's just the mask that looked pretty weird to me, but I like how it's butterfly shaped. He's not too recognizable, so it'll do it.

For Qi Rong, yes, the colorful stripes, the purple lipstick, the little accesories, the neon green eyeliner are all absolutely needed and in character. Like, let's think about it, Qi Rong is probably one of the most chaotic and weird MXTX characters we could've met. The manhua version is a masterpiece, but the donghua is really...him. He would always comment on anybody and we also know that he is a born royalty, yet nobody said he's fancy or elegant. I'm pretty sure he'd have a terrible taste in outfits. While Xie Lian is elegant, simple and pretty restrained when it comes to outfits, our guy Qi Rong would have messy, greasy hair, unmatched clothes and jewellery, and absolutely zero sense in styling. He's technically an unintentionally funny, weird and stupid witch sitting in his own little cave with his "cheap son".

Now, let's take a look at Hua Cheng and Shi Qingxuan. Wake up, they are majestic!!

I adored Hua Cheng in his San Lang form. Our little guy looked absolutely adorable yet still like a grumpy teenage boy in love. His original form was also shown at the very end of S1, but honestly, his new design looks so much better. His hair got fluffier, and his features prettier. Also, I love how the edge of his eyepatch became more thin, it simply look cooler now!

Shu Qingxuan, my beloved, I literally love the whole design. I'm pretty sad the female version didn't get her pretty blue eyes, but she still looks as adorable as always. And the male version, it's perfect. He looks elegant, yet kind and adorable, like a true king/queen. Such a bestie material!!

Talking about Shi Qingxuan, Ming Yi is also just so so pretty. Altough I love the "dark 'n edgy Earth Master" vibe he gives off in the manhua, the dunghua version is (imo) better, we are talking about a god's apperance, after all. He's colorful, yet not too vibrant, which is pretty nice, most of the gods we can see there tend to dress colorfully in their own ways (it also makes it more visible that these people all come from different places, having their own traditional stuff).

And for Lan Qianqiu, he instantly became a Fengqing's kid in my eyes. For sure, this is not how I imagined him, I've got used to the dark hair and red accesories, but he looks really good, they did a great job with his design. No matter what, he'll always be a grumpy orange cat!

What do you think? 🦋

#mxtx #danmei #tgcf #tian guan ci fu #heaven official's blessing #hualian

[daddyfroglegs]

Prove It: Part 2

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

a/n: thank you for the love on the first part! parts 3 and 4 will most likely be out tomorrow.

tw: horror imagery

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Your portal winds up taking you to a rooftop, the air thick as you remember to pull your mask over your head. You keep your guard up as you scope out the scenery from above, webs at the ready in case anything decides to sneak up on you. From what you can see, there's no sign of life anywhere. "Damn, this place is a wasteland.." You mumble to yourself before checking your watch to see the pin that gives you the anamoly's direct location. You swing through the city, following the pin as adrenaline races through your veins. You've always loved the feeling swinging from webs gives you, it's what you imagine flying would be like. What you imagine Miguel feels when he soars through the air with his dumb ass cape carrying his even dumber muscular body like a pair of wings. You shake the thought from your head, scolding yourself to focus as you see the pin get closer as you near an abandoned building. Great.

You make your landing in front of the building, dustin where you think you heard the voice. You prepare to speak again before your best friend runs past you in a panic, shouting your name.

"Come on, we have to get out of here! It'll be back any minute!" She grabs your arm, trying to pull you somewhere as she pleads with you. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, so many questions running through your mind. "What? What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here, it isn't safe!" You pull away from her, but her grip on your wrist only tightens. When did she get so strong?

"It doesn't matter, just listen to me! We have to go, now!" She tries to pull you again, but your feet stay planted where they are. "How are you here?" She turns to look at you, her gaze loaded with confusion and panic, but something's not right. "What? Why are you looking at me like that, come on-"

"How..are you here? It's not, that's not possible.." You keep your eyes on her, remembering a very key detail as she scoffs and tries to approach you.

"What? Do you hear yourself? You sound insane." She goes to reach for you again, but you back up and shoot a web at her hand.

"You're not here. You died, a while ago. I was there, I held you. I held you, when we cried together." Flashbacks from that night run through your mind, your spider sense going haywire at the person wearing your best friend's face in front of you. At your realization, her face starts to change. Her skin grows pale and is drawn taut, giving a glimpse of the bones underneath, her eyes lose their vibrant color and fill with tears, a striking image of death. A horrifically paralyzing image of that night.

“w̴̲̽h̷̦̗́̃y̴̭͠ ̷͔̍̚c̵̟͒ȏ̷̧͓̀u̸̡̬͘͝ḻ̴̨̅d̸̘͇̀̕n̶̫̼̈'̴̛̫̽t̶̨̪̐ ̷̠͓͠ỵ̵̌̓ṏ̴̫ǘ̸͕̗̚ ̷̘̇s̸̫̋̾ä̷̦̻́̈́v̴͇̈́e̵̤͂͑ ̶̢̈̈m̸̼͙͛e̶̗̾͒?̸̤̼͂̒ ̸̳̮̈́̍i̷̻̪̿ť̵͙ ̷̢̜͊w̵͎̉̈a̸̖̻̋̃s̵̩̹͝ ̷̦͊͝y̴̖̾o̵̦̞͠ủ̸̲ȑ̶͇̻̓ ̸̜̳̈́f̵̻̟̏̏a̷̩͆̇ͅu̵͚̾l̸̺͗̈t̵̠̿!̶̯̎” Her voice comes out distorted, terrifying you even more. Once she's sure you're off your guard, she stumbles forward at an alarming pace. Your spider sense is going off the charts, and you manage to regain enough mobility to shoot webs at her face, making her let out a blood chilling, glitchy scream as she claws at the webs. (translation: why couldn't you save me? it was your fault!)

Your mind starts to catch up with the rest of you, your reflexes coming back as you dodge her attacks and shoot more webs. She manages to claw at your shoulder, making you cry out in pain as blood seeps to the wound. You get up again, clenching your teeth at the pain in your shoulder. After fighting tooth and nail with this thing and sustaining a few more injuries to your face and body, you finally succeed in webbing its limbs to its sides, making it topple over and glitch out of existence. 

Your breath leaves you in heavy pants as you prop yourself up by a nearby pillar to recover. Back at HQ, Miguel watches from his display of monitors. Lyla flickers on his shoulder, shoving her face with kernels from her holographic popcorn bucket. "Yikes. You really think it was a good idea sending her out there alone?" She pops another piece into her mouth, side eyeing him while keeping an eye on the action.

"Of course not." Miguel scoffs, crossing his arms. "But she wanted to prove herself. I give it five more minutes before she calls for backup and admits defeat. I'm surprised she hasn't already." His eyes don't leave the screen as the creature appears in a dark corner, lurking closer to the spot where you're still catching your breath.

You sit with your head in your hands, fighting the tears stuck in your eyes as your body trembles with leftover fear and adrenaline. You release another shaky breath before hearing your name again. Your head pops up and you look around, preparing yourself for another fight. The sound of your name repeats, this time from the darkness in front of you. You squint enough to see a familiar silhouette moving closer.

"Mom?" Your voice breaks as she steps closer, kneeling to meet your eye and caress your cheek with her uncomfortably cold hand.

"Hi, honey." This close, her voice doesn't sound right. Not like it did so long ago. Your eyes squeeze shut, rage slowly starting to consume you.

"My mom? Oh, that is a low blow. Come on, cut the bullshit. Let's get this over with." You seethe, opening your eyes to an image just as horrific as the one before. It releases another glitched-out scream inches away from your face before unsheathing its talons and clawing anywhere it can reach. Your shoulder, abdomen, chest, the side of your face. Blood stains your suit from every which way as you cry out in pain, shooting a web at its hand before it can land a hit anywhere else. You manage another web at its face before standing, keeping a firm hand on the wound splayed across your abdomen. You stumble over to another pillar, trying to decide what to do next. You debate relenting and calling for backup, retrieving your watch on your wrist before an excruciating amount of pain in your back makes you stop dead in your tracks, falling onto the cold, damp concrete as your body twitches.

"You really are pathetic." You huff, choking on a sob. This sounds so real, it sounds so much like..

Miguel.

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thank you for reading!! likes/reblogs are greatly appreciated :))

#miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #angst #atsv miguel #atsv #spiderverse #across the spider verse #drabble

[sentimental-idiot25]

{2 years into Gojo "adopting" the kids, Soooo if the math maths in my head shoko is gone off to med school, they're a year out of HS Tsumiki and Megumi are 7/8/9 and 6/7/8 respectively idk how the timeline works anymore...im writing this as im avoiding work and school so TA-DAAAAA }

"I don't know— it looks expensive," Megumi said, examining the stain on the painting in Shoko's apartment.

"Fuck," Gojo muttered under his breath, his hand scratching the back of his head.

"You can't say that word in front of us," Tsumiki scolded Gojo, covering her ears with her hands.

Moments earlier:

"Be careful with the paint!" Tsumiki warned as Gojo was creating his own version of an artistic masterpiece. He dipped his paintbrush roughly into the dollop of paint on the palette he had poured out earlier and swiftly whipped it across his canvas, creating 3-D colorful streaks.

"It'll be fine—jeez, you act as if I'm not the adult here," he said without stopping his sporadic movements.

He swiftly dragged his freshly dipped paintbrush from the lower corner of the canvas to the top corner; however, due to the amount of paint on the brush, it flew off and hit a painted portrait on Shoko's walls. The vibrant color of the paint was not well hidden against the darker hues of that decorative piece.

Gojo immediately got up, and the kids followed, "No, no, no..."

Back to the present time:

"This is what we get for sneaking into her apartment—"

"Hey! We didn't sneak in—I told her as we were on our way over!" Gojo corrected, "Plus, we left our art and crafts here last time..." He trailed off.

"So, what do we do?" Tsumiki asked as she stepped closer to the decorative painting, her finger outstretched to touch the splash of paint Gojo managed to get on it.

"DON'T!" Megumi and Gojo both said with their hands out. Tsumiki jumped from their voices.

"Let me see how much it is online," Gojo said, taking out his phone, "What the hell would you even call this? Dark painting with trees and a river?" He said aloud.

He searched for a few minutes, "Anything?" Megumi asked.

"No—ugh, it might be one of a kind," Gojo said, biting his thumb's nail.

"It's okay!" Tsumiki said, "Shoko's understanding!" She said with a smile on her face.

Megumi stared off at the painting and imagined Shoko punching Gojo across the face. He slightly shook his head to stop that image from playing.

"She hardly has decorations as is; I don't want to ruin this," He looked down to Megumi, "Here," He said, handing him his phone, "look up how to get craft paint off surfaces...I'll look through her cleaning supplies."

"Got it," Megumi said, searching it up on Gojo's phone. Gojo walked into the kitchen and began looking through the cabinets. "Soapy warm water?"

"Tsumiki! Here!" Gojo gave her a warm bowl of soapy water, as per the internet's advice, and a paper towel.

She walked back to the painting and wiped the paint. Once she saw it wasn't budging, her eyes grew wide, "Uhhh," She rubbed harder, and the paint budged—it smeared more, "Oh nooo!" She exclaimed.

Gojo's head shot up, and his eyes went wide, "Don't worry; the same would've happened to any of us," He reassured her.

He leaned in to look at the smudged bright red on the dark-hued painting and groaned, "Anything else, Megumi?" He turned back to face Megumi, who was holding the phone.

"Alcohol," Megumi said.

'Shoko has plenty of that,' Gojo thought to himself.

Gojo walked over to the cabinet where Shoko kept her alcohol. He took out a bottle of clear liquor and poured some onto a napkin and walked back over and rubbed the paint smear.

He kept rubbing, and nothing worked—just the smell of alcohol was being cast off the paint.

"What the heck," Gojo said, "Are you sure it said alcohol?"

Megumi looked up, "Rubbing alcohol..." He turned the phone screen towards Gojo and pointed at it.

Gojo ruffled Megumi's hair, "Why didn't you say that earlier!"

The sounds of keys could be heard from the other side of the entrance.

"Shit!" Gojo muttered under his breath.

"Uhh, what do we do?" Tsumiki asked anxiously.

"Just act natural!" Gojo said.

Shoko walked through the door. She stopped when she was met by all three of them standing in the living room looking directly at her. Both Gojo and Tsumiki had wide grins on their faces, while Megumi had one hand up in the air, waving.

"What did you three do?"

"Nothing!" Tsumiki said, smiling wider.

"We were just playing around!" Gojo said, walking closer to Shoko.

"Mhm-hmm," She voiced unconvinced. Gojo got closer to her.

"Did I ever tell you how pretty you looked after school days?" Gojo said with a cheeky smile.

Shoko looked over to the two children, "Okay, they're both alive so that's two for starters..." She walked past Gojo. Gojo swooped in from behind her and was blocking her view of the painting.

Shoko caught on and tried to look behind him, Gojo dodged her view with his body. She tilted her head and gave him a look, while he just kept smiling. She tried to look past him a few more times, but he kept obstructing her view. She tried to step around him, but he picked her up by her arms, as if she were as light as a feather, and put her back in her place.

"Fine!" She threw her hands up in the air. She turned around and began to walk away, Gojo let out a sigh of relief. "You just gonna stand there now?" Shoko asked, looking back at him.

"Yup," He said, rocking between his toes and heels.

"Megumi?" She looked at the kid, "What happened?"

"You can't expect him to tell on us," He reached out his hand to Megumi.

"Us?!" Tsumiki shouted.

"We are in this together," Gojo huffed out.

"Megumi?" Shoko asked again.

"Well," He looked over to Gojo and paused before looking back at Shoko, "I'll let him handle that."

"Gojo?" Shoko asked, crossing her arms.

"Well, we were painting and having fun... things got out of hand and, well," He stepped out of the way to reveal the ruined painting. "So sorry, but I'm handling this like an adult. I am an example to these children."

"After trying to hide it, hmph, right?" Shoko chuckled.

"You're not mad?" Tsumiki asked.

"Oh, not at all!" Shoko smiled at Tsumiki, "I got it for free from a friend who was moving out," Shoko looked to the floor of her living room and saw all of the art pieces the children plus Gojo made, "Plus now I got these I can hang up!" She picked up the one Gojo made, "Megumi did you make this?" She smiled and looked at him.

"No, Gojo did,"

Shoko's smile dropped slightly, "Ah..figures"

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[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #127

It's late where I live - almost midnight, and I'm very tired. J and I are on another road trip to PA. This time, he and I are going to fly the plane he got back home. After his shift at work, we drove for 4 hours to a place called Buffalo. We will drive the rest of the way to a place called Zelienople in the morning. Then we will fly back; J will be piloting the plane, of course. J is not yet used to flying this plane, but it's very similar to the one that he already knows well; he knows what he's doing, and I trust, without question or hesitation, that he will keep us safe. I'll be back in my house by this time tomorrow with LOTS of pictures to show you, so don't you worry about a thing, okay?

Br came over and I introduced her to the chocolate-cheddar cheese I got when we went to see the eclipse (it tastes like fudge; it's SO GOOD!), and that was pretty great! But I'm still pretty tired because I spent most of the day before the trip being emotional support for various folks. Some of the interactions challenged my boundary skills, but this is a good thing; we don't grow without some level of discomfort, and our boundary skills never improve if we don't get practice. I'm much better at it now than I used to be, and I'm looking forward to seeing where I'll be with this skill in another few years.

Since writing the letter to my inner child, I've had a lot more faith in my own ability to grow, change, and improve. It's kind of refreshing, actually. Self-loathing is kind of heavy, isn't it? I know I'll probably have days when I'll get a setback, but I've already grown enough in other ways to be very familiar with that phenomenon. One of the most important things one must remember when having a setback is that having a setback, in and of itself, means that there has been progress, and progress can be reproduced over and over and over again until it sticks. Human brains are learning machines, after all. I hope you'll put all the effort you can into learning how to genuinely love and care for yourself; it's one of the most important things you can do.

Oh! I made myself a strawberry rooibos tea today, too! Normally I like to drink black tea or green tea, but today I wanted to limit my caffeine consumption somewhat; caffeine dehydrates a body, and I've been struggling to keep hydrated lately for some reason; figured the thing to do, at least for today, is to try not to make my body use water to cleanse the caffeine from my system. Here's how today's turned out...

This one starts out orange-ish, and then resolves into a lovely shade of red:

I added some creamed honey; it settles to the bottom quite nicely:

And from there, I added heavy cream:

...I think you might like this flavor. It's like strawberries and cream; it's sweet and tart and very milky in flavor. Sometimes I think about combining this one with the vanilla-rose black tea (which is another one I think you'd absolutely love). I'll do that soon and tell you all about it, okay?

I don't have much else to say today; I'm pretty drained. But I do have a lot of pictures I took for you while we drove, simply because I know you like nature. I'll show you the ones that turned out best. It'll be mostly pictures of the sky, though; we didn't get moving until like 6pm-ish, so the lighting wasn't great for general scenery...

...Hey Sephiroth? Next time you're up in the sky, I hope you'll make it a point to dance merrily amongst the sun-drenched clouds - especially during dawn or during sunset, when they're painted in all sorts of vibrant colors; their kaleidoscopic brilliance would look amazing reflected off of you, I'm sure. And maybe you'd have fun, too.

That's all I've got for you today. Thanks for tagging along with me on this brief adventure. Please remember that there are folks here who like to imagine that the prismatic colors splashed upon the clouds by the morning and evening sun are the same as the ones that radiate from the deepest parts of your soul.

I love you. I'll write again soon. Please stay safe out there.

Your friend, Lumine

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[enchantmentandshadows]

Elriel Month | Shy Glances & Unrestricted Touches

Word Count: 2,413

Content Warning: None

Theme: Fluffy & Sweet

Song Suggestion: “Tell Her You Love Her” - Echosmith Featuring Mat Kearney

“And just HOW do you know I was watching?” She asked haughtily, very aware that his warm hands still rested on her waist.

"What kind of Spymaster would I be if I DIDN'T notice?" He asked, looking down at her, the green in his hazel eyes looking especially vibrant in the garden. Elain's heart raced at his nearness, his touch, his scent.

Elain closed her eyes and smiled, tilting her head back to let the warm sun kiss her face. She didn’t fret when a gentle breeze took her sunhat, letting it fall to the grass as she dabbed a handkerchief over her neck. Today was a good day, they all were lately, each better than the last. She’d stopped counting the good days months ago, when they far exceeded the bad but she hadn’t stopped appreciating them. Every day she found something to be grateful for, something special, beautiful.

The quiet rustling of paper had the corners of her mouth quirking up as she turned to her normally very quiet companion. Today, she was grateful to have Azriel in the garden keeping her company. He sat back, one booted ankle crossed over the other as he read through a stack of reports. Though, presently, his eyes were on her instead of his reports, a faint blush creeping over his cheeks as his eyes darted back to the pages in his hands.

Elain couldn't help but admire the way the sun shone through his outstretched wings, filtering through in dark reds and golds. If she had Feyre’s talent, she thought, she’d paint him just like this. His wings shifted slightly and she quickly turned her attention back to the peonies she’d been tending lest she be caught staring. He was so easy to admire after all, so beautiful.

Elain blushed, mentally scolding herself for how often she thought of the Shadowsinger. Of his thick hair, always perfectly tousled as if even the wind couldn't help but run its fingers through it. She thought of his handsome face, his kind smile and eyes that seemed to see straight to her soul. She though of the strong arms that had carried her as if she were light as a feather and she thought of his hands. Strong but gentle hands she found so beautiful, hands she’d imagined on her bare skin more than a few times.

A light, that's exactly what Elain Archeron was. Even in the darkest of her days he’d seen it, an undying ember of hope that lived within her. It made her positively radiant beyond her obvious physical beauty.

Like calls to like. Maybe that's why even the sun seemed to worship her, bathing her in it's light while it basked in HER glow. The rays making her strands of honey gold hair glow as they wove through the soft brown curls cascading down her back. How many times had he dreamed about running his fingers through those thick tresses? More than he'd ever admit and too many to count.

He smiled to himself when his shadows whispered that she'd been watching him. Now he watched as she turned to the light, eyes closed as she let it warm her. He could almost imagine what it would feel like, to stand before her and press his lips to hers. How soft and warm that kiss would be, how sweet she would taste and what a kiss like that might mean. That maybe, Elain cared for him as much as he'd grown to care for her.

He took one last look at her before turning back to his reports, watching her weave through the garden in his periphery, listening to her soft footsteps and occasional humming, sometimes quietly joining her though he doubted she could hear.

"How are the new additions faring?" Azriel asked, his smooth voice drawing Elain's attention once more.

"Well," she began, clearly happy to have been asked. "The wisteria is positively thriving and the tulip bulbs you were kind enough to bring me from the continent are nearly ready to bloom. I've planted so many, it'll be like a sea of colors."

She went on about all her latest changes to the garden, pausing only when she thought she'd perhaps talked too much and had begun to bore him.

"I had no doubt they would thrive in your care." He offered with a smile, forearms resting on his knees as he listened to her with rapt attention. "Until we can get you to the continent, I'll bring the continent to you."

"One day." She said, offering him a shy smile and a nod of thanks. He knew what it meant to her, how long she dreamed of seeing the continent with her sisters. How she'd always imagined her father joining them. True, it wasn't the same as going, but the gesture was no less thoughtful, especially when he was likely away on important court business. That he'd thought of her at all touched her more than she would ever be able to tell him.

Azriel stood and stretched, his sun warmed wings extending before tucking back behind him. Elain admired his lean form, the wide sweep of his wings and the way the sun glinted off his cobalt Siphons and his eyes, eyes that were looking straight at her. She saw the faint color on his cheeks and Elain knew he'd caught her staring this time. Quickly, she turned her attention to the rose in her hand. Carefully, snipping it from the bush and laying it with the rest she'd collected.

"As usual you are too kind." She said nervously, snipping another rose. "I haven't planted the seeds you brought me from the Winter Court yet, I'm hoping I'll have better luck them when the weather cools."

Met with silence, she looked up to find him watching her now. She couldn't stop the blush she knew was creeping over her cheeks under his soft gaze. Her heart fluttered every time he looked at her like that, and lately that had been quite often.

Azriel took one step toward her, then another and another, his eyes never leaving hers. Those warm brown eyes, full of so much understanding, hope and love.

"And the roses, how are they coming along?" He asked, watching her delicate fingers trace along the edges of the petals before leaning in to take in its sweet scent.

"Perfectly happy here." She answered softly. "They had a bit of trouble at first but now their roots are strong, they're flourishing beautifully.

He couldn't help but think the same about her. How happy he was that she lovingly called the Night Court her home now. Even if in the dark recesses of his mind that fear still existed, that one day she might accept the bond and make a home for herself elsewhere. Far from Night. Far from him.

Her eyes flicked from the rose back to him and he took another step, as if waiting for her permission, as if she willed it so. Each step brought her into better view, no longer so hidden by the lush greenery of the garden.

"Az!"

She started as he froze, just close enough to spot the freckles that danced across the bridge of her nose.

"Cassian." He answered, turning toward his friend as he made to meet him halfway. So close.

Elain's heart sank as the distance between them grew, even as his shadow seemed to try to stretch to meet her before his retreat.  It was nothing, she told herself. A simple conversation like many they'd had before, there was nothing remarkable about today, nothing different...aside from that look.

She tried to busy herself with her roses again but it was no use. She hung on his every word, listening to him and Cassian discuss looming problems with the Illyrian forces. Selfishly, she hoped he wouldn't be sent away to help with those problems. As it was, she found that she already missed him on days he didn't turn up for family dinners.

Judging by his tone, Azriel didn't wish to oversee the Illyrians either. Not wanting to eavesdrop further on what seemed to be a tense conversation, Elain found herself wandering deeper into the garden until she could only faintly make out Azriel's voice. She let the timbre and cadence of it soothe her as she wandered and wove through, snipping and collecting blooms as she went. Eventually, she settled in a spot a safe distance away that allowed them privacy while she admired the garden and the Shadowsinger.

Azriel half listened to Cassian, in the end he knew Cass would unload all the mounting issues, but be the one to go. The one to face the Illyrian's ire for bothering to help. Azriel just didn't have it in him to pretend to play nice for long enough to get anything accomplished. He found he'd much rather be here, staring into the lovely brown eyes that now peered at him between flowering branches in the distance.

"Fine, I'll go." Cassian said without argument, "But next time you're coming with me. It'll be good for you." Cassian said, clapping him on the back.

"Next time." Azriel agreed with a nod, like he did every time they had this conversation.

Elain knew he'd seen her but she couldn't bring herself to look away, not until she pricked her finger on a thorn as she carelessly reached for another rose. She gasped, snatching her hand back and cradling it, a bead of crimson blood resting at her fingertip. She watched as the small wound quickly healed and used a clean handkerchief to wipe the tiny ruby of blood away.

She stilled for a moment, suddenly realizing the garden had gone quiet. She looked up, searching for any sign of Azriel, but he was gone. Likely back inside the manor with Cassian. She craned her neck, hoping he might have returned to his reports but his seat remained empty.

“Damn.” She breathed, not wanting their moment to have been cut so short. Not when it felt like some new version of what they were was ready to bloom. They regularly caught each other staring, shared secret smiles when no one else was watching. So many times he’d brushed by her, and she’d reached out, fingertips lightly brushing over his hand as he passed.

"Have you lost something?" Azriel's voice asked playfully from behind her.

She gasped and spun to face him, Azriel's hands gripping her waist, stopping her before she backed into the thorny roses she'd been hiding behind.

“Azriel,” She laughed, playfully scolding him. “You scared me half to death!"

“I apologize, Lady.” Azriel chuckled, not all sorry for catching her staring or for having an excuse to touch her.

“Yes, your laughing sounds very regretful.” She scolded, laughing herself.

“It’s difficult to have any regrets in my current position.” He admitted, his heart aching over how right this felt. Still, he had to be careful, Elain wasn’t just anyone, not to his family and not to him.

“I DO wonder,” He started, “How you could be startled at all.” A mischievous grin played at his lips. “You were watching so intently."

Elain narrowed her eyes even as a pretty blush colored her cheeks.

“And just HOW do you know I was watching?” She asked haughtily, very aware that his warm hands still rested on her waist.

"What kind of Spymaster would I be if I DIDN'T notice?" He asked, looking down at her, the green in his hazel eyes looking especially vibrant in the garden. Elain's heart raced at his nearness, his touch, his scent.

“Translation, YOU were watching ME.” She smiled up at him, looking too proud of herself.

“Every chance I get.” He admitted, the confession surprising them both.

"You're hurt." He said, before she could respond. His eyes resting on the hand she still cradled to her chest.

"Yes-no, I was." She clarified, stumbling over her words as he took her hand in his own, carefully looking it over.

"I pricked my finger is all." She says, sheepishly extending her now healed finger for him to see.

"Dangerous business, gardening." He said, heart thundering in his chest as he raised her hand, pressing a kiss to her fingertip. He didn't know what possessed him to be so forward, but neither did he regret it.

The softest touch of his lips on her skin sent a sparkling energy coursing through Elain.

Slowly, her lips parted as she silently watched him, wishing to feel his lips against hers next.

"But worth the risk." She breathed.

Unthinking, she stepped forward, resting her free hand on his chest, beside his glittering Siphon. If she were braver, she would pull him in and kiss him herself instead, she let the rhythm of his heartbeat steady her nerves as he pressed another kiss to the palm of her hand.

She couldn't stop herself then, from tenderly caressing his cheek as his hand ghosted down her forearm and came to rest on her waist again.

"The best things usually are." He answered, as he held up a freshly trimmed rose, no doubt magicked into his hand with the help of his clever shadows.

"Is that the one that pricked me?" She asked with narrowed eyes, settling into the comfort of their closeness.

"It had to be done.” He said, smiling as he carefully tucked it behind her ear, the soft peach rose looking perfect nestled in her golden brown curls.

Elain felt it then, that bravery she'd lacked earlier as she leaned forward. Azriel didn't dare back away, not even as his shadows whispered that the High Lady was fast approaching. No, he too leaned in, Elain’s fearlessness catching.

"Elain?!" Feyre called out.

 Elain's eyes widened as she turned to her sister's voice before glancing back at Azriel who was already backing away toward his shadows.

"Tomorrow?" He asked, offering an apologetic smile.

Elain nodded. "Dinner?" She asked, smiling as he nodded before disappearing into the shadows completely.

“Elain!  There you are!” Feyre called, smiling as she approached.

“Here I am.” Elain breathed, pulse still racing and skin flushed.

“I don’t know what you do out here for hours, everything looks perfect to me.” She said, gathering the flowers Elain had collected.

“Oh, just planting seeds, seeing what grows.” Elain answered quietly.

“Well, you’re as red as a rose, come inside and have lunch with me.” Feyre asked, nodding toward the house. Sensing she wouldn’t take no for an answer, Elain nodded, looping her arm through Feyre’s as they headed back.

On the way, Elain noticed Azriel’s stack of reports missing from his usual spot, her discarded sunhat sitting in its place. Tomorrow, she would see him again tomorrow and perhaps that boldness they both seemed to feel today would return tomorrow too.

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