#I don't dance but I would take her class in a heartbeat

[pikabeep]

uh oh! uh oh!

#dimension 20 #fantasy high junior year #terpsichore skullcleaver #I don't dance but I would take her class in a heartbeat #my doodles

[i-turned-into-the-stone]

Extra Hour - Hyeju LOOSSEMBLE

Rape, Non-con, Violence, Hair Pulling, Choking, Face Slapping, Tits Slapping, Pussy Fuck, Titty Fuck, Cum On Tits

Hyeju LOOSSEMBLE

2,187 Words

You head back to the practice room, ready to continue monitoring Hyeju's dancing for her upcoming solo performance after a quick break in the toilet. The other dancers have cleared out, leaving behind a deafening silence.

Hyeju, the idol you're in charge of, is busy packing up her things to leave. You've already reminded her that she'll need to put in some extra hours tonight, as she still hasn't quite perfected certain parts.

As usual, when it's just the two of you in this practice room, she completely disregards your presence. You're at a loss as to what you've done wrong, but she never treats you like a respected dance instructor.

Could it be because your senior, who also happened to be Hyeju's favorite dance teacher, quit and recommended you to take over? Sure, you're young and still have a lot to learn, but you're a certified dance instructor nonetheless.

"Hyeju-ssi, we've got some extra time tonight. An hour should do it. I did mention that, right?" you reprimand her, trying not to come off too harsh in case she genuinely forgot.

She doesn't stop packing until she's finished, then stands up. Normally, you wouldn't mind letting her go, but this time, the CEO specifically instructed you to give the idol some additional training. Otherwise, you'll be transferred to the trainee division instead of working with the idols.

That would be a major setback in your career, even if the CEO didn't spell it out. It's the reason you're starting to lose your composure and feel consumed by frustration and something else.

It's tough to maintain professionalism when the idol behaves like a spoiled lazy brat all the while flaunting her ample boobs in that tight purple cami top. You've been stealing glances at her impressive bust throughout the entire practice.

To be honest, it's not just today but every single time. However, you've always managed to suppress your desires and be a decent human being. That is, until now. At this point, you're on the verge of losing it.

"Son Hyeju… Can you just listen to me for once? Just today. Let's do what the CEO said and get it over with," you say with a sigh. This is your last attempt, and you don't want to prolong your time with her any more than necessary.

Finally, she turns her droopy annoyed gaze towards you. "Sir, don't make it harder than it needs to be. Let's just stick to our usual routine. I'm heading out now," she replies, turning away and making her way towards the door.

Your anger causes your teeth to grind together as you clench your jaw. Your head tilts to the side, fixating your stare on her sweaty neck while your mind churns with conflicting thoughts. You need this extra hour for your upcoming report, no matter what.

You stomp over to Hyeju. Before she can even touch the door handle, you grab a handful of her black hair and pull her backward. The idol lets out a surprised squeal, dropping her bag and being shoved to the side of the room.

You slam the lock, facing her as she lies on the ground, and pull your shirt off your body. "Enough of your attitude. We're going to put in an extra hour starting now. No more skipping class for you," you assert.

Your tongue swipes across your bottom lip as you approach her. She instinctively backs away, mirroring your step, her breathing quickening, and her heartbeat pounding in her chest. The pain from having her hair pulled serves as a clear indication that you're not playing games.

"Sir, I-I promise I'll practice more tomorrow. I'm exhausted right now, and I haven't had dinner yet, so..." she pleads, trying to reason with a string of pitiful excuses.

You interrupt her with a chuckle, swiftly moving to her side and gripping her neck. "Exhausted? From what? Dancing like a cow?" You tighten your hold, causing her to gasp for air and struggle against your grasp. "Don't even think about leaving until I'm done with you... Bitch."

Hyeju's soles scrape against the floor while she futilely strikes your arm, her face growing increasingly blue with each passing second. From her seated position, you push her back onto the floor and apply even more pressure to her neck. Now, not a single sound escaped her.

"If you want to breathe, how about you do as I say, hmm?" you taunt, fully aware that she cannot respond or even nod her head, just staring at you with bloodshot, teary eyes. "Rip that top off."

Although her ears can barely register the faint sound of your voice due to the lack of oxygen affecting her senses, she clearly understands your command. Shocked, she let out a pained groan from her throat.

You drop to your knees, leaning closer to her pale face. With a tighter grip, she squirms weakly from side to side. "Do it..."

The idol's eyes go all blurry, and she's feeling woozy, on the verge of passing out. But her body moves on its own, trembling hands reaching for the hem of her top. Slowly, she pulls the fabric up, revealing her soft tummy that she's sucking in to catch her breath.

You're getting all excited, your cock twitching inside your track pants, but Hyeju stops just below her boobs and lets out a louder groan. Her pupils roll back into her skull. Right before she fully blacks out, you let go of your grip around her neck.

She doesn't waste any time gasping for air, doing it harsh and loud, recoiling to the side and coughing like crazy. Saliva's drooling out of her mouth, but that's the least of her worries. Her chest is burning, and she feels like there's something solid stuck in her throat.

You couldn't care less about her condition, and you grab her hair, yanking on it, trying to pull her up. "Get up. Finish what you started, bitch. Get rid of--"

"Fuck! You're fucking crazy! Let me go!" She smacks your hand away and pushes you, trying to crawl away. Her face is still pale, but adrenaline kicks in, giving her a burst of strength for a short moment.

You catch her easily, wrapping your arms around her sweaty stomach and hoisting her up to her knees before slamming her body back onto the floor. The impact knocks the wind out of her as she coughs in pain and is not moving much.

Your patience finally runs out, and you quickly yank down your pants and briefs, getting fully naked. And then, you turn your attention to the idol. With a swift move, you strip off her pants, revealing those sexy legs of hers. They are thick and jiggly.

Hyeju's slightly tanned skin amps up your raging libido higher. When she catches sight of your naked form, she lets out a shriek that could wake the dead. You are not letting her get away that easily. You tackle her leg, bending her knees and making her flop onto her stomach.

You climb on top of her thighs, pinning her legs down with your own. She's still shouting her lungs out, desperate to escape. But you're not done yet as you rip her panties right down the middle, uncovering her squished pussy. You tug at the thin fabric, teasing her sensitive area.

Body stretches forward, you press your pulsing cock against her soft ass while shoving those torn panties into her mouth to keep her quiet and to assert your dominance even more, you push her face onto the floor, leaving only her hands free to flail around.

Slowly slide your cock back, giving her a taste of what's to come. You're in control, making her feel the impending despair closing in on her sweat-slick entrance. It's intense, it's raw, and it's all about having your way with her body.

You use your free hand to guide your cock towards her plump pussy lips, smearing them with precum as you let out a light laugh. "Hey, Hyeju, stop moving. Remember how close you came to biting the dust earlier?"

"Hmphhh Uggghhh!"

But the stubborn woman pays no attention to your words. She keeps pushing her head against your palm, her hands slamming against the floor. Even her legs below go wild without a break. Sweat trickles down her body, leaving a sexy sheen on her back, accentuating her back dimple.

"Damn, you're smoking hot even from behind, like a total sex whore," you comment, as you push your cockhead inside her slick pussy. Hyeju freezes, her breath hitching, and a tear rolls down her cheek. "Should've done this ages ago."

You spread one side of her ass and thrust your hips forward, hissing in pleasure as her velvety walls wrap around your cock, inch by inch.

Hyeju's fists clench as her body convulses with sobs, her muscles tensing as she feels your thick cock stretching her pussy. It's disgusting and utterly humiliating. She's completely powerless to stop it.

Your balls slap against her tightly closed thighs, and you tilt her face to the side, forcing her to look at her own reflection in the expansive mirrored wall.

"Take a good look at yourself," you taunt, burying your cock deep inside her. "Pathetic, don't you think?" You spread your knees wider, leaning forward to touch the bruise on her neck.

The idol can feel your cock twitch inside her, teasing the sensitive spot. Her mouth hangs open, revealing her saliva-coated panties, visible through the mirror. With both hands, you grip her neck from behind and press it onto the floor.

"Just lie there and contemplate why you're in this situation while I rape your fat pussy," you command, bringing out your cock, leaving only the tip, before ramming it back in with a wet splash.

"Nngh!!" Hyeju groans, shutting her eyes tightly, cursing her helplessness as she can only endure the forceful thrusts of your cock.

Using her neck for leverage, you pick up the pace, making her gasp and grunt. Her tits take a beating against the unforgiving floor, intensifying the relentless thrusts deep inside her. Each powerful plunge is fueled by raw aggression, leaving her breathless with every harsh push.

As the room echoes with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, Hyeju's cries of despair blend with occasional moans of pleasure. The unyielding pressure of your primal jabs pushes her to the brink, causing her body to tremble. Her mind is consumed by the sensation of fullness, as you keep moving in and out, never missing a beat.

Her fingers claw at the floor, aimlessly seeking something to hold onto as you continue to pound into her with unbridled power. The air becomes saturated with the scent of sweat and sex all the while you claim her body as your own.

Your breath hitches as you feel the knot in your balls, a warning sign of the impending release if you keep ravishing her pussy. Pulling your hips back, your cock escapes with a loud pop before you flip the idol onto her back and crawl on top of her soft stomach. The sheer force of your actions elicits a sharp gasp from her parted lips.

"What are you staring at? You want me to knock you up?" you say, slightly out of breath.

Hyeju tries to remove the panties from her mouth, but you quickly swat her hands away and deliver brutal slaps to her face, hitting the same spot multiple times, causing her to cry out. Her cheek reddens from the stinging pain as she sobs.

Without hesitation, you rip off her flimsy top and bra, exposing her luscious, ripe tits. Literally drooling at the size of her tits, you firmly seize both mounds, squeezing and kneading them. Hyeju's reluctant whimpers fill the room.

Using her tits as your playground, you slide your slick, hard cock between them, getting a kick out of their softness and warmth. Committed to punishing the idol, each thrust is followed by a sharp slap against her swollen tits, leaving behind burning red marks.

Hyeju's muffled cries grow louder and more desperate as you continue to dominate her breasts, the combination of intense contact and pain pushing her to the edge. Her nipples, sensitive and erect, beg for attention, and you comply, pinching and twisting them as you rush toward climax.

Thrusting a few more times between her squeezed mounds, you unleash your thick, white cum all over her chest, causing her to instinctively cover her face. Coming down from the high, you pin her hands above her head, reveling in the power you hold over her vulnerable body as you admire the artwork you've created on her glistening tits, which now droop slightly to the sides.

"It hasn't even been an hour yet, Hyeju," you remark, your hand finding its way to her neck, gradually applying pressure, choking her, while your other hand squeezes her reddened tits between your fingers.

"Keugh..." she chokes again, a familiar sensation causing her to close her eyes weakly, her hands barely resisting yours.

#kpop smut #kpop girls #kpop gg #loossemble #loossemble hyeju #son hyeju #hyeju smut #non con smut #male reader

[its-vannah]

Mastermind | Jacaerys x Reader

A/N: I spent nearly two days writing this, and while I'm still not 100% happy with it, I concluded it in the best way I knew how—with pure fluffiness. Hope you all enjoy ❤️

Warnings: Angst, one sided love with family, mentions of your father dying, kissing, mentions of you being with child one day

Midnights Masterlist

Once upon a time, the planets and the fates

From the opposite side of the ballroom, your eyes met Jacaerys Velaryon's. Unable to take your eyes off one another, it was as if time was standing still

And all the stars aligned

The crowd parted ever so slightly, and the young prince wedged himself between the rows of people, not once taking his eyes off of you

You and I ended up in the same room

A gentle smile on his face as he got closer, your heartbeat started to quicken.

At the same time

Before you knew it, he was standing before you, a warm sigh escaping his lips.

Putting his shoulders back, he introduced himself, "Prince Jacaerys of House Velaryon, it's a pleasure to make your aquaintance."

You curtsied, your green dress shimmering with every movement, "The pleasure is all mine, your highness. I'm Y/N L/N."

Clearing his throat, he extended a hand, "May I have this dance?"

And the touch of a hand lit the fuse

Gently placing your hand in his, you smiled, "You may."

Of a chain reaction of countermoves

From the time you began dancing to the time you stopped, everything was a blur.

To assess the equation of you

Unlike most men who had tried, and failed, to court you, he was kind, gentle. Jacaerys didn't put on a smile just for show, he wore his grin because he was genuinely happy. Happy that he got to spend the evening dancing with you.

Checkmate, I couldn't lose

And while you knew, in the back of your mind, that this was all for show on your family's end, you couldn't help but wonder if this was the start of something genuine.

Weeks before the ball, your aunt had taken you to half a dozen seamstresses to get you fitted for a gown.

She said it had to stand out against the blacks and reds traditionally worn by the Targaryens, so she opted to dress you in a velvet blue.

What if I told you none of it was accidental

Later that evening, your aunt took you by the arm, turning you to face her.

She made sure your eyes were on hers before she spoke, clicking her tongue, "Listen to me, girl. This is the only chance you have to impress the prince. If you don't, our whole family is in shambles."

After your father died a few years prior, your family had been hanging on to every piece of gold they could get their hands on.

"Do you think I'll be happy with him?" You asked gently.

Biting her tongue, she forced a smile, "Your happiness is all that matters to me, my dear."

But now that you were of age, the ball was in your court to marry a man of higher class—or, for their sake, a man with immense wealth.

"So you go out there and impress upon him," She said, her voice a low growl, "Don't disappoint me. Do you understand?"

Blinking at her slowly, you nodded, "Yes, my aunt."

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And the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me?

A few weeks later, Prince Jacaerys, who you had grown to be quite fond of, had invited you to the courtyard for an evening stroll. The thought of you couldn't escape his head.

I laid the groundwork and then, just like clockwork

So far, your plan was working. But the more time you spent with him, the more you realized that you were genuinely beginning to have feelings for the young prince.

It wasn't long before he had asked for your hand in marriage, down on one knee in the same ballroom you had first danced.

The dominoes cascaded in a line

Your aunt was delighted to hear the news. She jumped out of her chair and took your hand in hers, viewing the sparkling engagement ring on your finger.

What if I told you I'm a mastermind?

"I told you it would work, and all you had to do is what I said," She said, grinning from ear to ear, "Did he say when we'll be leaving the manor? I can only assume that I'll be staying with you in Dragonstone."

And now you're mine

"I'll be in direct relation to a princess," She sighed, "Do you know how much this will boost my standing in the court?"

It was all by design

Suddenly, realization hit you. She had never wanted your happiness, she wanted her own. This had never been about you marrying for love, this was about your aunt boosting her sociak standing.

'Cause I'm a mastermind

Turning your head away from her, you shook your head, "I'm sure you're thrilled to hear of it."

You see, all the wisest women

"I've waited my whole life for this, Y/N. And now it's finally within reach," She exclaimed, "Soon enough, you'll be with child. It'll solidify my standing even more."

Had to do it this way

"The child will have my blood running through it. I can hardly believe it. I only had to wait seventeen years."

'Cause we were born to be the pawn

Your shoulders dropped, "Is that all I ever was to you? A piece in your sick, twisted game?"

In every lover's game

"Everyone has a plan. You were just a part of mine."

If you fail to plan, you plan to fail

"And what if I hadn't secured a proposal from the Prince? Would you have just cast me aside like you did my mother when she married my father? A man of a lower status?"

Strategy sets the scene for the tale

Rolling her eyes, she returned to her seat, "Does it matter, Y/N? The point is, everything has come together."

I'm the wind in our free-flowing sails

You shook your head, "For me, it has. But for you, it hasn't. Because you will never truly be happy."

And the liquor in our cocktails

"Your greatest love has been hate. Until you learn to love, you will never be happy. Ever." You continued.

What if I told you none of it was accidental

"I'd hold your tongue if I were you, girl." She hissed, clenching her fists.

Turning on your heel, you shook your head, "My tongue is no longer yours hold."

Walking out of the manor that day, you didn't look back. After seventeen years, that chapter of your life was over.

And the first night that you saw me, I knew I wanted your body?

You nestled into Jacaerys side that evening by the fire, your head resting on his shoulder.

I laid the groundwork and then, just like clockwork

Seeing your deflated expression, he pressed a kiss to your temple, "What's wrong, my love?"

The dominoes cascaded in a line

"I've just been thinking," You said, sighing, "Everything makes sense now."

"What makes sense?"

What if I told you I'm a mastermind?

"I traveled to L/N Manor today to see my aunt, and she made several things starkly clear for me today," Pausing, your hold on his hand tightened, "She never valued my happiness, she only wanted to boost her standing in court. She viewed me as a pawn in her game."

And now you're mine

"You're no longer her pawn," Bringing his hand to your jaw, he tilted your head up to meet his gaze, "In a matter of days, you'll be mine and I'll be yours. She no longer has control of you."

It was all my design

A small smile appeared on your face, and you leaned into his touch, his lips meeting yours.

'Cause I'm a mastermind

"I love you," You said against his lips.

Yeah, all you did was smile

"And I you."

'Cause I'm a mastermind

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[damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog]

I have a few HC's I like. Pretty sure some of these have been done before by others, but I want your take on them. <3

HC of how Ominis would react to Fem MC confessing her feelings to him in the undercroft.

HC Of how Ominis would react to you riling him up and teasing him in class. . .

HC of how Ominis would react to MC telling him she's pregnant.

HC of what Ominis would do for you on Valentine's day.

Oh, I love all of these, thank you! I have only seen a few of them before. I made my answers into short(ish) narratives bc my non-narrative answers were boring me lol. As a heads up, the first three are SFW, and the last is NSFW. :)

1: Ominis reacting to MC confessing her feelings to him in the Undercroft (SFW)

When he was not in Feldcroft, the Undercroft was Ominis' home. While others would probably think it cold and clammy, he would smell the damp stone and firelight on the cool air and feel soothed. Wanting to share that feeling with someone for whom he cared deeply, Ominis had begun inviting MC to spend time with him in his sacred hideaway while Sebastian was busy elsewhere. He had never before felt this way about someone else, but MC ignited feelings in him that made him wonder if he was going mad. The sound of her voice approaching was enough to send the young man's heartbeat into a frenzy, and color rose in his cheeks when he thought of her laughter. She had never once spoken harshly to him, and the attention she paid to him; going out of her way to ask how he was feeling, requesting that he walk her to Hogsmeade, surprising him with his favorite sweets; was different from how she treated her other friends. It felt only natural to want to trust her as he did.

Ominis had been lying on the floor, propped up by one of the stone pillars in the Undercroft next to MC. His eyes were closed as he was lulled into a light sleep by the turning of pages in MC's book next to him. Sometimes she would faintly mutter along to the words, and it was like a soothing warmth washed over him every time she did. At one point, she sighed and closed her book. Ominis' weary eyes opened, and he was about to ask, disappointed, if she was finished reading already.

"Ominis, I... feel as if this might be a good opportunity to let you know about something."

Ominis perked up at this, puzzled by the strange tone in her voice he had never before heard. MC started and stopped a few times, trying to gain a foothold in her thoughts. Finally, with a frustrated sigh, she gave up and chose instead to gently kiss Ominis’ cheek, her hand resting on his. As she withdrew, he placed a few fingers to the spot where her lips had touched his skin, scarcely believing what had just happened.

A smile danced across Ominis’ face despite his best efforts. He reached a hand out to the side of MC’s face. She squeezed her eyes shut and giggled when his fingertips accidentally touched her eyelid and nose. He frowned, embarrassed, but MC gently held his hand to her face when he tried to pull away. His thumb swept across MC’s face—a motion she found soothing—until he found the corner of her mouth and slowly leaned in. Ominis’ lips made contact with MC’s with what felt like pure electricity.

Ominis sighed when they finally broke for air. "Are you certain you want this?" He asked quietly. "I will never be able to compliment you on how you look, you'll have to tolerate the rumors about throwing in your lot with a dark wizard, and my family..." Ominis trailed off, his despondent voice breaking slightly.

MC hushed him and reached over to pull him into her arms. "We can worry about those things as they arise. I want to know you, Ominis—everything about you. I want us to laugh and cry together. I want to feel my hand in yours. I want to kiss you more than just this one time, and... we're still young, but I've never felt this way about anyone before. I want to explore this feeling with you."

Ominis sighed and felt around for MC's hand again, pressing it to his heart. "I don't know how you can be so foolishly brave and optimistic, but perhaps here in the Undercroft, in our hiding place, we can explore that together."

In a perfect moment as his lips found hers again, hidden away from the worries of the world in the Undercroft, he felt safe and loved.

2: Ominis reacting to MC riling him up and teasing him in class (spicy, but ultimately SFW)

MC prided herself on her ability to rile up Ominis Gaunt while maintaining ladylike appearances. Little brushes of the hand against his thigh when nobody was looking, squeezes of his knee as she leaned down to retrieve a dropped quill, turning around just slightly too close to him and muttering suggestively… she delighted in watching the tension and color rise in his face, and was willing to do whatever it took to get Ominis coiled tighter than a viper and dragging her out of the room by her wrist at the end of class.

Today, Ominis had decided to drag MC to her Room of Requirement. Somewhere in the back of his thoroughly fogged-over mind, he faintly recalled MC and Deek agreeing that Deek would, strategically, attend to other chores for a few hours in the evenings. The Undercroft was an excellent hideaway, no doubt, but sometimes he was in the mood for the soft extravagance of the Room of Requirement. The moment Ominis closed the door behind them, he descended upon her. He began kissing her aggressively, pushing her backwards until she nearly fell back over a table with a delighted cry.

Ominis normally preferred softly placing a hand on the side of MC's face to better guide his lips to hers, but when he was like this, he somehow had the ability to target her, unaided, with eerie precision. He left it up to MC to prop herself up with her arms as he only pushed further back against her, just barely catching himself with his own arm to avoid sending both of them crashing to the hard table below them. His other arm lifted her leg to wrap around his waist as he worked madly to touch every inch of MC's neck with his lips, taking a few moments to also growl his desires in her ear.

MC could feel the intense heat radiating from him. Typically, he barely made any noises while showing affection, but she could hear his ragged breathing and feel his hot breath across her skin. How such a gentlemanly young man could turn so wild and untamed from a mere few touches was a mystery MC cared not to solve. She only wanted more of it.

Finally, he broke away to pace around the Room and impatiently run his hand through his hair, mussing it ever so slightly as he calmed himself. MC made sure her pout was audible.

"This is the third time this week. You will be the death of me, I swear," Ominis growled.

MC only hummed innocently and stood to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek. Ominis could hear the smirk in her voice. "Whatever will you do to stop me?" she whispered.

3: Ominis reacting to MC telling him she's pregnant (SFW)

MC had been feeling quite terribly all week, and Ominis was worried for his beloved wife. It was not like her to fall ill, especially not in the height of summer when the two enjoyed so much fresh air and exercise around their peaceful home.

Ominis called for a healer to visit them, worried it could be something serious and preferring to hear bad news sooner rather than later.

Having finished speaking to MC and administering a myriad of tests, the healer had to gently shake Ominis' shoulder to draw his attention from his panicked thoughts while he waited. He was told that his wife was reclining comfortably in bed, and it took everything in him to not run to her side.

"Oh, Ominis," she laughed gently as he sat beside her and, shaking, held her hands. He steeled himself for whatever the news was. "Please don't fret, it's nothing serious—in fact, it's good news," she smiled.

"But you've been so ill, what could possibly—" MC interrupted her panicking husband before he could continue his tailspin.

"Ominis, I'm pregnant," she beamed.

Ominis stopped mid-sentence, completely forgetting what he had been talking about. His entire body froze as he processed what he had just heard. Slowly, a smile spread across his face and he struggled to find any words at all. He could only manage joyous laughter as he gathered MC up in his arms and held her tightly. MC wrapped her arms around his neck, finding his laughter infectious. The healer jumped towards the couple in a rush and urged Ominis to be gentle with MC. He obliged and laid her back against the pillows, choosing to hold her hands again. She could feel his hands trembling, but this time from excitement.

"I... don't even know what to say," he stammered. "This—this is incredible. What must we do now?"

"We wait," she said gently. "The healers will come visit regularly to ensure we are both healthy," she paused to set a hand on her abdomen. "But for now, we simply wait."

Ominis felt tears in his eyes as he smiled at MC, and he had no time at all to try to catch them before they fell. His own happy little family, he thought, unfettered by the tragic and violent past he once thought would haunt him until the end of his days. He was going to be a father—and he was being given the chance to be the kind of father he would have wanted.

MC pulled him close and laid his head on her chest, despite the nervous looks from the healer nearby, gently running her fingers through his hair to calm him. He took a shaky breath and sighed. Despite the fact that MC had yet to show any outward signs of pregnancy, Ominis smoothed his hand over her stomach in amazement at the tiny life they had created together. "I could not have chosen a better man with whom to go on this journey," she whispered. "For now, however, I want to enjoy this moment of perfect happiness—just the three of us."

4: What Ominis would do for MC for Valentine's Day (NSFW)

Ominis had been heartbroken to learn on that snowy morning of February 14 that MC had received another Ministry owl. She would be out all day helping aurors defeat dark wizards. This was supposed to be their first Valentine's Day as husband and wife, and he had originally planned to spend the day heaping all his love and affection on MC.

At the end of the day, per their little ritual, Ominis welcomed MC home enthusiastically as she melted into his arms, closing her eyes and breathing in his familiar and comforting scent.

She shivered, and he held her out in front of him, feeling her coat. “Merlin, did this snow soak all the way through you? You must be chilled to the bone, you poor thing."

MC nodded with a scowl. “It has been… that sort of day.”

Ominis quickly took her coat and ushered her upstairs for a hot bath. The chance for a romantic dinner with her would simply have to wait.

Ominis had joined her, taking the opportunity to tenderly wash the dirt and snow from her hair. Once she was warm and comfortable again, he carried her to their bed, their moods both turning from romantic to lustful.

MC was still irritated at having to spend all day in the harsh cold, and it all came to a head as she lay on their sheets, watching her irresistible husband join her on the bed. She couldn't take her gaze away from his gently swinging erection, and she licked her lips. "Fuck me," she murmured. "Hard. I want to be fucked until I can no longer remember the absolute day I had out there in the cold—fuck me until you are the only thing on my mind." Hearing MC speak so forcefully made Ominis completely fall apart, and his basest desires took hold.

His thrusts were forceful and possessive after having to relinquish her for so long, grateful to also release his own bad mood from earlier. "You're so tight. It seems as though you were craving my cock all day,” he growled between gasps. “How does it feel, knowing you get so wet at the thought of me?”

"I wanted you to tear my cold, wet clothes off… and fuck me right there in the entryway,” she gasped beneath him, her fingers tangled in his perfect blond hair.

Ominis couldn't help but imagine such a scene, and he instantly doubled over as orgasm hit him, thrusting arrhythmically as he pumped himself deep into MC. He desperately gasped her name, hands gripping the sheets. MC tightened around Ominis, causing him to whimper beautifully, and each ensuing wave of pleasure that washed over her made her back arch and her hips slam against his until they were lying together in a blissful heap.

Ominis rolled onto his back and pulled MC to his chest. "I will say that, even though it didn't go completely to plan, this was an incredible Valentine's Day."

MC's breath hitched, and her eyes widened. "Oh no... that was today, wasn't it? Oh Ominis, darling, I am so sorry—" She began to panic, her voice breaking and tears stinging her eyes at the realization she had disappointed him.

Ominis let out a gentle laugh and rubbed her back. "Please don't fret, my little hummingbird. Just having you here now is more than enough for me.”

MC sniffled, heartened by his words. “I will say," she offered softly, "that considering today's circumstances, this was the best Valentine’s Day you’ve given me in all the years we have loved each other. Thank you.”

Ominis smiled. “It does me good to know you are happy. Perhaps, since we've managed to get you warm and comfortable again, some dinner is in order?” he asked, affectionately tracing MC’s spine. “We can at least pretend to be a well put-together couple and have a romantic meal.”

"Only if we can have a second round of this afterwards," MC smiled mischievously.

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt x mc #hogwarts legacy fanfic #ominis gaunt fanfiction #ominis x mc #ominis gaunt #ominis smut #ominis gaunt smut #requests

[asteroidzzzn]

dance, baby! | part 2

pairing: dancer!reader x soccer!ellie

warnings: cursing, reader is still delulu and very anxious

word count: 1.9k

a/n: hi here is part 2 yayyyyy! im rlly excited i think this is cute :')

summary: ellie williams showed up to the nutcracker to watch you, which caused you to get distracted and fall. unfortunately for you, she's decided to make a habit of getting you flustered on stage.

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"would it be weird to invite her though?"

"dude, you know she's gonna go anyways. she's like, obsessed with you."

"ugh, i don't know..."

you sat on your bed with jade, who was annoyed with your overthinking, convinced that ellie liked you back, while you were debating whether or not to invite ellie to your upcoming dance show.

you had told jade about the small crush you formed shortly after you realized what you felt. it didn't take long for you to fall for her. she was so funny and kind, and your heartbeat never failed to quicken when she would ramble about something she was interested in with a massive grin.

since she went to see the nutcracker back in december, the two of you spent nearly every day together, especially during winter break. in february, you told her you were accepted to choreograph your very own piece for the upcoming spring showcase, which prompted her to hug you tightly, telling you how you would do amazing.

that was one of the many things you loved about her. she knew just what to say all time to ease your nerves before you ever told her you were nervous. she could see right through you.

one thing you wished she didn't see, though, were the fleeting glances and rosy cheeks from each time her hand grazed yours for a moment too long.

you fell back on your bed, face in your hands.

"i mean, i think my dance is good. it's just... she's gonna watch it knowing that i made it.

jade blinked. "what's so bad about that?"

you let out an exasperated sigh. "it's like asking someone to read your essay. actually, asking a whole class. it's so nerve racking. everyone in the room will have an opinion on something i choreographed."

"oh, how dare people perceive you."

you chuckled. "yeah, how dare they. you know what? i'll just do it."

you typed out a message to ellie inviting her to the spring showcase in a moment of short-lived boldness.

jade had to click send for you.

on the day of the show, you sat in the dressing room applying makeup for the first piece you danced in. you wore a beautiful pink flowing dress which looked like rose petals, and you put gold glitter on your eyelids.

the dance was about how love can come unexpectedly. your favorite part was when each dancer ran across the stage, searching for their parter. once the partners were all together, the music crescendoed, and you performed a beautiful partnering section. your instructor made it for her wife and named the piece love is love.

the dance you choreographed was also heavily focused on partnering. you were given five dancers to work with, so one was left without a partner. they reached into nothing, while the people with partners disregarded each other, taking what they had for granted.

it ended with the lone dancer falling to her knees, with a spotlight shining on her, and the partners walking away in the darkness.

jade was the only person you trusted to watch the dance before it went to the stage. she loved it, but, no matter how much praise she gave you, nausea still washed over you as you made your way backstage to talk to your dancers one final time before your piece became known to the world.

you gathered the five and huddled together in the wings.

"ok guys, you're gonna do great. i've loved working with you, and thank you for making my vision come to life," you giggled softly as the girls hugged you, whispering promises to perform their best for you.

you sat and watched the dance, occasionally peeking at the audience to see their reactions. it was difficult to read most people in the room, but you could obviously tell ellie loved it, from the way she was attentively watching. she knew it was yours, because there was large text projected on the screen behind the stage stating your name and the title of your dance before the lights faded in.

you found yourself smiling wider than you would like to admit at the fact she was sitting in the front row, again.

once the dance concluded, the audience gave a large applause. everything went perfectly. you couldn't stop showering your dancers with praise for their performance.

shortly after, it was time for love is love. you met up with your partner you entered stage with backstage. you took multiple deep breaths with your eyes closed, clearing your mind.

your partner squeezed your hand. she could sense your anxiety from the way your hand trembled in hers. you were worried you would fall from the lift the two of you always struggled with.

you weren't sure you'd survive the embarrassment of falling in front of ellie (and a massive crowd, but they didn't matter as much) again.

"we got this," your partner whispered, and you flashed her a quick apprehensive smile. you entered stage during the blackout and sat down as the audience cheered in anticipation.

against your better judgement, once your head rose, your eyes found ellie's. next time you would have to tell her to sit in the back of the house. wear glasses, perhaps. she was too pretty for her own good.

you quickly turned away, and your partner guided you up. she gripped your arm and waist, pulling you onto her shoulder. you held your breath. wobbled slightly.

but you stayed.

you swiftly rolled off of her back and landed, taking her hand and running off for the next partner to enter. there was slight applause for the stunt, and quite a loud wooo! stood out from the front row.

you reentered the stage to complete the exhausting group section, eventually falling to the floor in a clump with the others, breathing heavily, holding each other close.

your gaze shifted to the audience a final time before exiting. ellie and the two people on either side of her had slipped away. you chose to push that to the back of your mind for now. you walked out during the blackout, panting as you made your way to the dressing room to grab water.

jade's yellow dress flowed as she ran up behind you, gripping your shoulders and almost tipping you over. you let out a slight squeal as she laughed, wrapping her arms around your neck.

"that was the best run we've ever done, oh my god! and your lift with marcie was so good!"

you giggled, "i know right! now get off of me, you're so sticky and sweaty, and i really need to get some water."

jade gripped your arm so you couldn't escape her hold. "actually, let's go outside to get some fresh air real quick."

"can i at least get my water first?"

"uh, no this is really important," she ushered you to the back door to enter the parking lot.

your eyebrows furrowed with confusion. "we could've gone out the side door, why are we all the way back..." your words fell short at the sight in front of you.

you recognized dina and jesse as ellie's friends, who stood giggling behind a very red ellie williams, holding out pink flowers to you. matching your costume, again. it was sickeningly sweet.

you approached her as she began speaking with a very noticeable quiver in her words.

"uh, ignore them," she gestured to dina and jesse, "i couldn't bribe them out of not being here."

you chuckled nervously, glancing back at jade. she threw up a thumbs-up with a giddy smile.

ellie cleared her throat before speaking again. "i was wondering if you... wanted to... go out with me? sometime? y'know, like a date...? we, uh, thought it would be kinda fitting to ask after a dance called love is love, cause, yeah. by the way, you were beautiful, it was so-"

you cut her adorable rambling short by wrapping your arms around her, whispering, "yesyesyes," into her neck.

she hugged you in return, nearly lifting you off the ground with how tight she was pulling you in. when you separated, the both of you wore beaming expressions.

jade suddenly punched your shoulder. "i literally told you she liked you back!"

dina folded her arms behind ellie, lifting a smug eyebrow. "yeah, so did i."

you and ellie flushed at the revelation you had been hopelessly pining over each other. despite that, words couldn't describe how ecstatic you felt that ellie reciprocated your feelings. you were over the moon.

she handed you the bouquet. "i should go, i don't wanna miss more of the show."

"yeah, i'll see you later," you pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, leaving her with a small mark from your red lipstick. once you reached the dressing room inside you immediately grabbed jade, pulling her into a hug and jumping up and down.

"oh my god oh my godohmygod!"

jade indulged your giddiness, jumping along with you as you squeeled. little did you know, ellie was doing the same exact thing, just outside the door.

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near the beginning of may, ellie had a huge game coming up. and what good of a girlfriend would you be if you didn't try your absolute hardest to embarrass her?

ellie situated herself into her position on the field, where she was a midfielder, whatever that was.

was this how clueless she felt while watching you dance? she joked around about how she could never understand the silly dance terminology, and she insisted you were submitting yourself to torture when you told her you're actually standing on your toes in pointe shoes.

you watched the girls run around the field, cheering when the crowd did, even though you had no idea what had just happened.

after a few minutes, your team got a goal.

"hell yeah! let's go!" you whooped among the crowd, catching the attention of ellie. you waved at her, smiling. she seemed surprised you were there, attempting to mouth something at you, but she was rudely interrupted by a girl from the opposite team shoving her out of the way.

you snorted at the way she stumbled, catching your eyes one more time before running after the girl.

you hadn't told you you'd be showing up since you had a dress rehearsal for the upcoming competition, but you wouldn't miss any of her games for the world.

she caught up to the girl, swerving expertly around her and directing the ball to the opposite side, taking a risk and kicking it as hard as she could, and she scored.

"that's my girl!" you shouted loudly, clapping for her as her teammates ran up to her, high-fiving and celebrating.

despite all the attention she was getting from her team, her eyes were glued to you, her biggest cheerleader.

nothing in the world could compare to the way she looked at you once she found you in the bleachers after the game.

"hi," you giggled into her hair as she rushed up and pulled you into a hug, spinning you around. "you were amazing!"

"you're amazing," she muttered before kissing you. after a few moments she pulled away, still out of breath from the game. "i thought you had a dress rehearsal to be at right now?"

you pushed a piece of her hair that had stuck to her forehead away from her eyes. "well yeah, but you're more important than a dress rehearsal, i already know my dances like the back of my hand. and i told mrs. morgan i was gonna show up late anyways," you glanced over her shoulder to see her team beckoning her to come over.

you pressed your hands on her chest, pushing away slightly. "your team wants you over there, and i should head out now."

"ok," she pecked your lips and began backing away. "have fun at dance, baby! love you!" she called from over her shoulder.

"i love you, too els," you grinned brightly.

you were the luckiest girl in the world.

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a/n: yayy im so happy with how this turned out!! (*^▽^*) btw i know nothing about soccer besides the things i've seen my little sister do when she plays so,,,,,, apologizes if i said something dumb ikik. again feedback is rlly appreciated bc im kinda sorta new to writing, anything helps! tysm for reading!! hope u enjoyed this :)

tags: @ximtiredx

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fluff #tlou game #the last of us #tlou 2 #wlw

[ramayantika]

Nataraja (mystery academia)

You accidentally stumbled into an old temple located deep within a forest. There is a large bronze idol of a dancing god shrouded in darkness except a single diya illuminating the face of the idol. Did his eyes just gleam at you?

It's 4.30 in the morning. The whole world is asleep, but you are on the terrace dancing in darkness. For anybody else, it would be scary seeing how the giant trees sway their branches in sync with the rhythm of your ghungroos until you sit on the floor in exhaustion. Eyes closes, chest too heavy to breathe in, sweat drips down from your forehead until you hear a distant jingle of ankle bells from the staircase.

You are the last one to leave the dance class. Your guru has left the premises, leaving you the keys because you wanted extra time to practice the new piece you are to perform on Mahashivratri. The speakers were working just fine until out of the blue they screech horribly and emit the sound of a damru (a small two headed drum)

Your class is going to start in a while. You were among the early comers so you decided to offer the pranam and sit until the others come on time. Your touch the floor and a strange sensation runs along your fingers. The floor definitely wasn't metallic. When you open your eyes, you see a man holding large flames in his hand. You blink and he disappears.

The old grandmother in your neighbourhood is narrating the story of Nataraja, the God of Dance by whom every Indian dance form has been inspired. Her body is old, but her eyes sparkle as if she were young. You see her finger movements, they move with a skillful precision as if she were dancing the story out. You were heading towards your tution when her gaze lands upon you, and she blesses you with her hand upraised. "Shivoham shivoham"

"Look far, look within..." The sound fills your ears until you feel a soft touch on your forehead. You look up and see a man's face effused with peace and serenity. A large fiery circle moves around him. The fire enchants your eyes. Could flames appear this beautiful? The radiant colour of yellow blue flames dances across your face and you see them glow even more yet the flames don't hurt your eyes. As a small child who is attracted to colourful flames, you stretch your hand to touch them. A voice brings you away from the man and the fiery circle. "Beta, are you okay? You fainted midway through the song."

"No, beta I am not able to see Shiva in you. I want you to portray his stillness, his divinity, him as the overseer of all. Your stance has to match of a God. Take a break and we'll get back to it." You are tired. Your clothes are drenched in sweat and your limbs are about to surrender if you even move an inch. You close your eyes. The sound of your heartbeat deafens your ears. The sound of your heart starts sounding similar to a drum. It doesn't cause yout breath however to accelerate any further. It calms you down and a breeze of cool air brushes your face providing you a moment of respite.

Dark patterns swirl around you and you feel yourself getting lost in them. You hear the juniors chattering about the new movie and the sound of the nattuvangam in another class. You are aware of the present -- this isn't a dream. The dark swirling patterns start clearing like a mist and you see a strange yet bewitching sight. There is a large stage in front, but no audience. There is no roof but the endless night sky filled with countless stars. You see yourself dance. There's no music, no nattuvangam or any instrument playing around. Your body yet moves to some unknown rhythm played by nature. The same man with pleasant looks joins you. He wears the fiery circle as a garland around him. His large feet sports ghungroos same as yours and a beautiful smile graces his lips.

He dances around you, beside you. When you strike a pose, he takes up the same. When you pause and gaze afar at the darkness, he stops and acts the same. You don't feel fear or anything unusual about him. You dance as if he were your dancemate from class. Your head feels a sharp pain and you clutch it to catch one last look at the elegantly dancing man before you lose you consciousness again. You strike the famous Nataraja pose, and the man joins you too, but stands behind. You look at your dancing self from front and the sight is astounding. He appears as if he has merged into you. The space where he stands glows and the same whispers circulate around your being. 'Look far, look within..'

The stage lights are on. The chief guest are bus with their speeches while you blast Nirvana Shatakam in your headphones. You can't understand the loud noise in your head. There is a strange restlessness in your heart. You are anticipating an event, with no idea of what could it be. Worried, if you would give justice to the dance piece, you sink back and close your eyes. 'Neither am I the sky, nor the earth, neither the fire nor the air, I am Shiva.'

It feels as if an ocean of bliss surrounds you. You can't see the audience nor the musicians. You don't even hear the music nor the chime of ghungrus. Darkness surrounds you which isn't unsettling. You are aware that you are dancing and then a voice rings from somewhere above or is it your heart? Have you known this truth from so long?

Everything dances. The universe, the galaxies, the stars, the planets and the living. There's a silent music everywhere. It never stops not even when you stop dancing. With the birth of creation to its death, the dance of Creation and Destructions keeps going on. The stage is infinite. Look far! The great void stares back at you. It holds answer to your questions and you. Who are you? What do you seek? Who are you in this ever continuous dancing circle? How many births did you take to understand this simple truth? You are limitless -- you are me. I am you. We are one.

The audience burst into an applause. The sound deafens your ears. Some of the old people are in tears as they stand up and bow down to you. You realize that the dance music is still playing. 'Shivoham Shivoham' You bow down at the audience when your eyes catch sight at a silver gleam amongst the crowd. Matted hair, a crescent moon on the head, skin as white as camphor, rudraksha beads around his neck and arms. He raises his hands with a smile in blessing. Your eyes tear up, as you chant, "Shivoham"

#desiblr #writing #shiva #nataraja #mystery academia #hindublr

[py-dreamer]

MY Wish rewrite pt2:

Hai there! back again! Ok so. Without further ado, let's carry on with the show shall we?

I just want to clarify, Asha gets big sister vibes. Like Cinderella or Tiana or Mirabel, she's very supportive and emotionally available

Ok so y'know "At All Costs"? Upon first view, I interpreted it as a song between a parent and child since I refuse to see the alternative between king and 17 year old. SO we take that and I want to make something like a...leitmotif I think it's called?

At the beginning I want Magnifico and Amaya to sing a lullaby to lil Asha looking over their new kingdom. I want it to have like a leitmotif (similar melody) to at all costs. Obviously change the lyrics to something appropriate but keep the theme of 'promising to ALWAYS love someone' and the theme of 'at all costs' as well as 'protection' and have softer instrumentals

We could have something akin to "You'll be in my heart" from Tarzan or "Remember me" from Coco

Have Asha one day find out of the outside world through an old book and confront her parents who don't see the issue and shut her down

she hears them discussing that when they take her wish on her birthday, she'll be more docile and easier to bend to their will and be their perfect obedient daughter

Learning she's basically about to be stripped of free will runs into the woods and sings her song and wishes on a small star

(And of the love of cheese, give the songwriter more than 3 weeks! let them be able to adapt to the rest of the movie)

I saw this concept of when Aster descends they're in their plushie form then Asha accidentally plants a kiss on their cheek and BAM they suddenly turn into their mischevious shiny self I wanna keep that

I want a scene where Asha early on tries out pixie dust. She's wobbly, unconfident and flying everywhere like the start of her character arc.

this would mainly be based off that flying/dancing in space scene in Wall-E...only much more chaos and Asha is doesn't really trust Aster to this extent atm

Have Aster be able to rally a crowd in a heartbeat. He's so charismatic and enchanting he draws everyone's attention around him; they are virtually never quiet

He acts very confident and gets easily distracted, trying to turn everything into a game and kinda looks down on humans at first being easy to entertain and understand. After all he's watched them from afar for Centuries! this should be a piece of cake!

and at first it is but then Aster and Asha end up finding one of the friends/dwarves somehow. Doesn't have to be all of them, just 1 or 2 (hell it could even be Asha's 'grandpa' Sabino they're not related here though)

Asha gets the idea to help someone get their wish by themselves without Magnifico's help, it can be very simple like perhaps winning a small competition,

Eventually the person starts to doubt themselves and remembers something sad and Aster's magic starts to fade, he panics and tries to cheer the person up by telling to forget about these sad feelings, using jokes to make them laugh ect like Joy from Inside out but it doesn't work

Aster keeps panicking, the person's still sad and he starts to fade, Asha notices this and tries to comfort the person but not by ignoring their sadness but embracing it. Aster at first is annoyed but notices that when they talk their feelings out, the person does feel better and feels confused

Asha reminds the person of something, telling them to keep their chin up or something just being very patient and supportive and Aster marvels at this

for the first time in his appearance he's quiet at this. They thought that humans were simple creatures with greedy simple wishes without much complexity but witnessing this small connection has them reflect a little.

(we see our class clown start to fall for our sunshine girl)

The person regains hope and tries again, just when everyone including Aster thinks the person is going to lose, (except Asha, she believes) the person against all odds succeeds and our protagonists marvel at the posibillities of people achieving wishes without magical intervention but with just a little support

through Aster's magical shenanigans and a bit of carelessness, a barn in the forest is set on fire

this catches the attention of the royal couple since there hasn't been a dangerous incident like this in Rosas since its creation

the two witness this and Magnifico in particular is shaken

we witness flashbacks of how horrible the burning of his home lands were, we see the trauma and for the first time in decades, the king feels weak.

through Amaya's levelheadedness she puts out the fire, settles everyone down, tells everyone not to worry for there is nothing she and her king can't handle then pulls her husband aside to comfort him in private

we see her support him when he snaps and tells her they had to go back to the castle

they had been aware of the landing of the star but in their hubris, they tell themselves they'll worry about it later

at the castle the two fret over the safety of their kingdom and Magnifico admits he felt weak before his wife tells him then they needed to do something about that.

using their magic they create magic guards to scourge the kingdom and find these perpetrators and make the guards menacing and scary

something akin to the shadows of Dr Facilier or the evil spirits of Rasputin (from Anastacia not Ra-Ra-Rasputin), have some fun with the imagery

back with our protagonists, they camp in hiding, the person they helped included since they were spotted with them, its night and Asha is very worried

she knows how powerful her parents are and fears what will happen to them, especially Aster. So she stands guard for the night, telling everyone not to worry and rest while she stays on guard

it gets late and Aster still finds Asha awake, they worry about her and tell her to sleep that they will be safe

to help her rest, Aster and Asha share the names of the stars and constellations to each other, their human given names, their stories ect and Aster tells Asha of his parents, the two stars to the right, Raymond and Evangaline (I love this idea) Asha slowly falls asleep on his shoulder. She is lulled to sleep to the tune of a twinkling lullaby

then in the dream world, she finds...Aster? And they can talk?!

its like a more ethereal version of Rosas, where Asha's heart lies but more magical like the concept of fairy land or the fae

You see, in the mortal world, humans can't understand the tinkling language of Stars but in the world of dreams is where the humans and wishes are connected because: "A dream is a wish your heart makes" (it makes me squeal and cringe to make that reference)

Asha asks Aster about when he was all quiet and he mentions, he didn't really believe in humans at first and asks the princess what she sees in them, like she said they are all reliant, ignorant sheep who rely on her parents and seem happy so why go through all this trouble

she answers how everyone has potential and deserves a choice and humans are much more complex than he thinks, we see that fondness in her eyes and a twinkle of a fondness for her in his

then Aster asks Asha had she ever thought of what she wanted outside of the people of Rosas. Cause the wishes he's seen are mostly selfish or for one person's benefit and she confesses how sometimes she's so worked up about everyone's wants she feels selfish about desiring support and attention herself and Aster affirms to her that she is one of the most selfless, interesting humans he's ever seen and if anything she deserves all the love her parents get due to her willingness to comfort everyone, then we have a peaceful quiet moment (Aster most definetely blushes and looks away)

good feelings all around

Then everyone's favourite...AT ALL COSTS BABY WOOOOOOO!!!!!!

(SEE I TOLD YOU I'D WORK AT ALL COSTS IN HERE SOMEHOW)

NOW we have the cinderella, whole new world, howl's moving castle floating dancy scene we've all been waiting for

I want these two to dance in the air using pixie dust, it should appear light and airy as all hell and they should be having fun more than anything.

Have their clothes bounce a bit to show that floatiness

I WANT ASTER TO BRIDE CARRY ASHA AT ONE POINT (or other way round I don't mind) AND PUT AN ASTER FLOWER IN HER HAIR

MAKE THIS TWINK KISS HER HAND ON ONE KNEE, MAKE THIS HIMBO A GODAMN GENTLEMAN LIKE A KNIGHT

GIVE ASHA A PRETTY DRESS MAKEOVER, SPARKLES, GLIMMER SHINE EVERYTHING!!! SHE'S A PRINCESS WHO'S CELEBRATING THE 100 ANIVERSARY OF DISNEY

taking a pause cause Tumblr told me so

regardless of the design, she should have a show stopping dress, something memorable at least, change up her hair a little

and to show her gaining confidence, give her a crown she'd been denied all her life

I want her to give the vibes and shock us like when we saw the live action 2015 cinderella dress. It doesn't have to be big and poofy but it has to be memorable and evoke that same magic

Aster gets down on one knee and swears to help Asha achieve her goals and protect her and Asha swears the same

Anyways after that whole dance sequence, Aster wakes up first, they smile at Asha still asleep and want to find a flower for her

they leave and go to find a perfect flower for their princess but out of no where get captured by the magic guards sent by magnifico

Asha and the friend hears the distressed jingles of Aster and go to help, the guards are scary as all hell and they have to hide

Show off Asha's wits, magical capabilities and bravery by having her come up with a plan, jump into action and use the magic she's never actually practiced and have Aster be amazed at how such a shy girl would jump into the line of fire to protect those she loves

the guards are forced to leave, our main duo make their escape and decide if they want to stand up to the tyranical rule, it was now or never since they've been spotted

the guard return to the palace with nothing in hand, the two are starting to lose their grip on sanity, their trauma and anxiety of this unforseen force could be their downfall and now there was a rogue magician helping the star?

NOW we have the villain song (and for god sakes disney use a MUSICAL songwriter not a pop songwriter for your MUSICAL ANIMATED MOVIE)

instead of a dumb solo by Magnifico about how he lets his citizens live for free and stuff, we get a moral conflict duet about the issue at hand

have the book call out to them, tempting them, and the other trying to snap them out of it but it fails

we could have something honoring Hellfire with that intense choir and the two convinced they're in the right, descending into madness

have intense colors, play with shadows and that temptation where they have to weigh the risk of this evil magic or sucumb to this new magic, keep the theme of protection

have them repeat to themselves, this is for the sake of the people, if they relinquish control, the kingdom will fall into chaos, the people NEED them ASHA needs them

have them bring up news of some magic shenaniganary, their people are questioning them and they say how their 'children' are misguided and their fragile minds need to be protected

use the leitmotif of At All Costs at one point maybe to highlight this deep devotion and love twisted into something dark and obsessive to commit to their duties by whatever means

Meanwhile Asha and Aster rally up the townsfolk, Asha takes the lead this time and use the friend as living proof they don't need someone else to dictate their desires, that there is more to life and it's so much more rewarding when you work hard for your achievements

we have a war song like in the movie, the people vs the royals, Aster gifts Asha a magic wand, so she can practice her magic

then we have an epic battle all of Rosas banning together in unique ways to get their wishes back but the villains this time have the upper hand

they discover Asha is working on their side and are shocked and betrayed, rage boils and bubbles in them at the traitor who've they've sheltered and raised for years

they tell her one more time to put an end to this nonsense, give them the magic impostor and they can all return to normal

Asha tells her parents no for the first time but then they use their magic to threaten the people of Rosas

Seeing Asha so distressed, Aster summons magic for a very powerful attack, Magnifico and Amaya do the same when Asha really notices everyone at a real risk of dying and even if one party wins, there will be many casualties

she tells them to stop and asks her parents, if she gives up this rebellion, if she gives her magic up altogether, will they leave the people and Aster alone? She offers up her wish for her people to be happy and safe

they agree, Aster is disapointed, tells her not to give in, think about the freedom she wants but Asha sees no other choice

Magifico says he'll leave Aster alone but just as Aster turns his back, he sends out one lethal shot which Asha sees and blocks with her own body

her parents are horrified, after all they did, after all they sacrificed to protect their little girl, eventually she was turned to stone by their own hands

Aster is distraught, he is in tears as he watches his princess slowly freeze into stone as she smiles and whispers to him

"I will protect you at all costs..."

In anguish, Magnifico sends out one more spell which Aster uses Asha's wand to deflect back to husband and wife

Idk how they die, maybe in a burst of sparkles, maybe turned into stone as well and pushed off the edge but personally my favorite disney villain deaths are the ones caused by the villain's own actions (think Clayton hanging himself in Tarzan), yea I want something like that

then the people all congregate and all wish for their princess who sacrificed everything for them to come back and through Aster's magic, she does!!

wooo yay!!

anywho, the day is saved and Asha fufills her wish to help others by becoming the fairy godmother because sometimes some wishes require a little push

but Aster must return to the sky and we get a bittersweet ending between our lovebirds

Aster wishing to inspire people and light their way, becomes the morningstar who rises before the sun

The kingdom of Rosas will always have a special place in Asha's heart but now she lets the people explore the world to learn for themselves what they want, let them work hard and stays to lead the remaining Rosas citizens to teach them of the outside world

she uses her parent's old office to practice magic and in the credits we see a sequence of the people she helps

and finally when she goes to sleep and appears in the dream world, we hear a familiar voice behind her and she smiles (like when Gwen approaches Miles at the end of into the spiderverse)

Ok woo! what a mouthful

the goat?

ehh, we won't miss much. No talking goat, the animals can be sentient and help out but no butt jokes please.

Also Aster can talk to animals, cause magic

I understand the idea of making the movie look like a digital painting and a 2d look and it looks decent enough but for a disney movie? A 100 year aniversary no less? It looks cheap. They specifically didn't use motion blurr but then it just looked like a Tv show and cheap

For my hypothetical Wish, do something stylistic that looks purposeful like Puss in Boots TLW rather than it just looking unrendered or hell take a page out of Klaus' book use 3D models and make it look 2D

But anyways that's all from me, I don't look forward to Moana 2 but hope you enjoyed!

#disney wish #just a drabble #ig this is more than a drabble #wish rewrite #wish reimagined #wish star #starboy #wish 2023 #star x asha #king magnifico #queen amaya #princess asha #we were robbed #amaya x magnifico

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I love love love your stuff! Can we get a jealousy smut fic?! I don't care with who I just want something tasty!

I was feeling super bad about my writing today, I really struggled with this one but when I went back and read what you wrote it made me feel a lot better. Thank you anon I really appreciate it. And thank you to everyone who voted on the poll! Warning: NSFW, Oral, Strong Language, Drinking Pairing: Kyle x M!Reader Note: I've never written for male reader before, but I want everyone who reads my things to feel included somehow. I didn't include anything crazy in this story because of it. So this one is more on the tamer side of things.

His head hurt. The ache started from the middle of his forehead and spread like a blanket over his skull. Naturally the cure would be going to a party late at night that his best friend drug him too. With medicine being some jungle juice in a red solo cup that said best friend shoved into his hand.

"Loosen up Kyle you look like you're about to explode." He almost didn't hear Stan over the sound of the music playing over them.

Each song had a heavy bass, like a heartbeat slamming into the side of his head and his chest. The kind of music that you could feel in your ribcage each time the beat dropped. So yeah, he really was about to explode. Whatever was in his cup wasn't helping either, the sugary drink was making his heart spike and his stomach churn.

"Stan, I didn't even want to fucking be here in the first place. I'm here for you." Kyle grumbles back once the song finishes, they have a few moments of silence before it picks back up.

"No, you're not. You and I both know if you really wanted to you would have left by now." Stan teases, shooting him a lazy smirk.

Kyle can feel his face burn, like the drink in his hand, it's a mixture of emotions. Rage and embarrassment swirled together with his headache creating the perfect concoction in the red head’s body. His grip on his cup tightens as his arms flex under the forest green flannel and faded Crimson Dawn shirt.

Every bit of him hated the fact that Stan was right, and even more that he knew the reason why Kyle was enduring this. This shit night, this shit drink, this shit music, this shit headache. Why he endured this shit party and all other parties he's been attending the last week.

You.

Dark green orbs travel over to the dance floor where you've been for the past few hours. He can't stop himself from watching the way your hips sway back and for, the way your jeans squeeze your sides in the most delicious way. Even in the dim light he can see how flushed your face looks from all the dancing you've been doing; his eyes lock on to the beads of sweat the travel down your neck and how it slides down your Adam's apple.

Kyle takes a drink of his alcohol, but it does nothing about how dry his mouth feel. His lips now glistening under lights coming off the cell phones that surround him. He barely registers the taste of the coke or the way the drink burns the back of his throat. Not when he can almost taste the drink that's on your lips.

Fuck he was thirsty.

"Earth to Kyle. Dude you're staring." Stan's fingers snapped him out of his trance.

Kyle looked over at Stan with his mouth open slightly. He raises a brow and scoffs, trying to clear his mind.

"You can go dance with him you know? You don't have to stand in this corner! Might have a little competition though." Stan says, gesturing over to you. "Looks like Bebe's all over him."

He was right, but that was nothing new. Bebe practically clinging to your arm, her body all but grinding against yours. Not that this was anything new, she was always around you. Whether it was walking to classes together or sitting at lunch with one another, she was always there. Anytime Kyle even thought about going up to you to talk to you, she was always fucking there. His fingers dipped into the plastic cup making it crack, the amber liquid spilling out onto his fingers.

"Fuck! Look I don't want to dance. I'm just gonna get another drink." Kyle grumbles pushing past his friend.

Jealousy was an ugly beast; one Kyle knew all too well. Insecurity was something he struggled with, ever since he was a kid and it only got worse when he got older. Getting smacked with a growth spurt that made him shoot up past his friends, while it was great for basketball, it drew too much attention as if his stupid curly red hair didn't do that already. He was wishing he brought his hat, why he ever let Stan talk him into things like this he never knew.

The path to the table with all the alcohol was mostly clear. A few people laying off to the side talking to one another or passed out. The smell of weed and alcohol in the air made Kyle scrunch up his nose as he threw the broken cup away. It wasn't hard to find a new one, they were scattered everywhere, now finding one that was abandoned with a drink already in it was a different story. As he scanned the table for a new cup another walking headache approached the table with him.

Eric Cartman, the bane of his existence and the biggest source of his insecurities. Although at this very moment, Bebe was giving him a run for his money. That didn't mean he wanted him to talk however, but like always his mouth worked faster than Kyle's legs.

"I don't know how to tell you this Kyle...but you look like a total shit bag right now. You...you are aware this is a party. You know that thing people go to when they want to have fun." Eric's voice was what sandpaper grinding against skin would sound like, Kyle was sure.

"Fuck off asshole, I really don't want to deal with you right now." Kyle sighs as he picks up a cup.

"Awh, and here I was about to throw you a lifeline. A little birdie told me you've been eye fucking Bebe's boy toy all day." Eric leans against the table pretending to inspect his nails, and his tone alone makes Kyle want to cave his face in.

Kyle grits his teeth trying to focus on the pour of whatever clear liquid he grabbed. "And would that birdie like me to smash his fucking teeth in?"

"You've been using that threat since we were kids. Come on Kyle don't pretend like you aren't at least a little curious as to what I've got to say. We both know how this will go. You're angry because you have sand in your vagina, and I'll tell you what I want because I don't respect you."

Kyle slams the bottle down with a loud thud and glares at him, his grip on the neck of the bottle is so tight he's white knuckling it. Eric holds his hands up in defense, a small bead of sweat trails down the side of his face.

"Believe it or not, I want to help! I've got a lot riding on this little bet with Craig, and I can't have you fucking me out of a hundred and fifty dollars."

"What makes you think I want your help, Cartman?!"

"You don't, but once again. One hundred. And. Fifty. Dollars." Eric holds up his index fingers as he slows his speaking down. "And you need the help, as funny as this is watching you suffer, I'm your friend and as your friend...you would want me to have a hundred and fifty dollars."

No, he really wouldn't. He would want Cartman to get hit by a bus, or at the very least to leave him alone. Kyle could feel himself boiling over at this point his hands were shaking, and his body felt like it was on fire. He was at his tipping point.

"Look I can get you an hour or so with him alone, all you have to do is grow a pair and talk to him. You can't talk to him because Bebe's always around him, right? Well, how do you think Wendy felt with you and Stan? And who brought them together?"

"Aliens."

"Aliens aren't real Kyle, quit making shit up. It was me." He's never seen Eric look or sound so offended before. "You can stand in your gay little corner drinking by yourself, or you can go talk to him and be gay with him in another corner."

As Kyle went to open his mouth to yell at him nothing came out, once again he couldn't find anything to say to him. Nothing that wouldn't be a string of swears or him finally connecting his fist to his smug face. Instead, he closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. At the very least he could blame the alcohol for this horrible idea.

Eric took the silence as a yes, with a wicked grin he put his hand on the taller man's shoulder. "Leave it to me Kyle. You'll know the signal when you see it."

He should stop him. He should stop Eric from doing whatever dumb shit he was going to do. But he doesn't, his heart is pounding so hard in his chest that the music seems like a lullaby.

Kyle watches as Eric walks right up to you and Bebe, he walks with such confidence. The confidence of someone who was not invited to this party but showed up anyway, because that's exactly the kind of person he was. The music makes it where he can't hear what he says to you but the look on your face goes from a relaxed smile to a horrified look.

That's when your eyes lock with his. Kyle nearly leaps from his skin as he watches you look between him and Eric. Eric has his hand on his hips and his fingers snapping up at your face.

"No... he isn't."

Eric shouts something, and Bebe steps in between the both of them. She puts her fingers in his face and glares up at him shouting something back. Eric bobs his head to the side swiveling it around like bobble head almost.

"He is. Oh, my fucking god." Kyle puts his face in his hands.

He's past the point of anger. He's beyond seeing red, it's just white. White noise and a ringing in his ear. The steady thumping of his heartbeat and the music is the only thing grounding him. To keep him from flying off the handle and probably making the situation worse.

His fingers tug at the flesh of his skin, pulling it down as he moves from his hands. Fuck it. He's had enough. Had enough of sitting on the sidelines and watching everyone else get to have your attention. The drink was left forgotten on the table behind him, he had gotten what he needed from it.

"A little liquid courage goes a long way." Stan used to say, and maybe he was right.

Kyle's across the room before he knows it, all that basketball playing finally paid off. He's able to dodge sweaty bodies still moving around on the dance floor. A man with a clear destination and nothing was going to stop him.

You don't have time to register the fact Kyle has you by the wrist or the fact that he's dragging you away from the dance floor. He tries to keep his grip gentle, he really does, but through this anger everything in his body has gone numb. You're not complaining about any pain, but he thinks he hears you say something about walking too fast.

Kyle drags you upstairs so he can talk to you without screaming matches or loud music. Without prying eyes or nosey party goers. But now that he's got you here, he doesn't know what to say. Doesn't know how to approach this without blowing up. It's not your fault, you don't deserve this.

"What did Cartman say to you?" So, he settles with that, a question. At the very least he can direct all this anger towards Cartman.

You look down between the two of you, looking at the way he still has his larger hand wrapped around your wrist. It's funny, this whole situation. At first you were a little freaked out when Eric just came up and suddenly started yelling at you, but when you saw the look in Kyle's eyes it clicked.

The suspicion that Kyle Broflovski had a crush on you was always there. His gaze lingering a little longer than normal, the way he'd blush and turn his head away from you like he wasn't just admiring you from across the room. When he'd come to you asking for help in class you knew he was passing. All those times he nags at you for not wearing gloves in the Colorado cold, saying something about how you'll get sick and then he'll be forced to take care of you.

Yeah, he wasn't slick. And the poor man wore his heart on his sleeve. If he wasn't trying to sneak peeks at you, then he was shooting glares at Bebe. Oh, how little he knew. Now it all made sense why he shot those dirty looks. Why he was starting to avoid you when earlier in the year he seemed so eager to have lunch with you.

"If he said something that hurt your feelings, I swear I'll turn his spinal fluid into an option at the God damn McDonald's soda fountain." Kyle snarls through gritted teeth.

Oh?

You almost want to chuckle at his reaction, curling your index finger and pressing your lips to the side to stop it from slipping out. "Sorry I was just taken back by all of this. It's not like you to up and grab someone like this Kyle."

He blinks once, and then twice before realizing he's still got a firm grip on you. His face turns red, and he drops your hand like it's hot coal burning his palm.

"Sorry! I just needed to get you away from him, before he said something stupid!" His apology is so cute. The way he won't even look you in the eye. "He didn't say anything stupid, did he?"

"Oh, not much." You shrug and smirk when he lets out a little sigh of relief. "Just that I'm a homewrecker for trying to come in between you two."

"What?!"

"Yeah, something about how I'm stepping up on his man and then he started snapping. Which by the way, great choice in a partner. I didn't know you guys were a thing~." You knew damn well they weren't, not from the way Kyle looked like he was about to explode. Perhaps you were adding fuel to this already raging fire, but if you were honest with yourself. You liked this side of Kyle. The way his eyes darkened and the way his body tensed.

"That fat fucking bastard. I'm gonna kill him!" Just as Kyle was about to leave you in whatever room he dragged you into, you stepped between him and the door putting your arms out.

"Hold on! Just let Bebe handle it, she's got it under control. This is her party."

"She doesn't get to handle him! I'm going to take care of him! It's about time someone put him in his fucking place!"

"Kyle. It's Bebe's party. She can just kick him out and we can go back to having a good time." You place your hand on his chest, trying to guide him back to where he was standing.

He wants to, he really does. The feeling of your hand on his chest almost brings him out of his anger. But your words keep echoing in his head. Eric's stupid plan almost cost him everything, again. "You don't understand! He does this all the time! I'm tired of him getting in the way! She doesn’t get to take this from me to!"

No, he didn't mean that last part, it's not Bebe's fault. He knows that. It's not her fault he can't think straight around you. It's not her fault for wanting to be around you, he can't blame her for that. She probably just sees everything he sees. How wonderful you are, how you light up every room you walk in. How, even now, you're trying to keep the peace and save Cartman's life. Anyone else would have just let that man to die, but here you were Eric Cartman's guardian angel and he didn't even know.

"Bebe? She didn't do anything! What could she have taken!?"

"She's always around you!"

"You mean like you and Stan?"

"No! I mean- it's different! I'm not dating Stan!"

"I'm not dating Bebe!"

He blinks again and it's like he's been hit with cold water. The adrenaline in his veins dulls down to a small buzz. The headache in his head reminds him that it's still here and stronger than ever because of the yelling.

"What?" He asks in a softer tone.

"I'm not dating Bebe!" You yell back as you move your hands off his chest. You cross your arms over yours and give him the most bored look he's ever seen on a person. One that would give Tucker a run for his money.

"Then...why is she..."

"She's gay Kyle. You think you're the only one who gets roped into their friends’ stupid schemes?" You roll your eyes and smirk at him. "She's been trying to make this one chick in our science class jealous."

"Oh."

Fucking oh. That's all he can say. It takes everything in his power not to jump out of the window behind him and just leave town. He could change his name and skip a few states. Grow a beard and shave his head, you'd never see him again and he'd never have to answer for this moment. But his legs feel to heavy to move.

"Yep~! But...it's nice to know you and Eric aren't a thing." Your voice breaks him right out of his little pity party. "You can do so much better."

It takes him a second to realize that you've closed the gap. It's when he feels your fingertips trailing up his forearm, brushing against the veins popping out, that you're touching him. When you look up at him with heavy lidded eyes, he gulps. Trying to swallow that weird lump in his throat.

"If you're so worried that someone else will snatch me up, why not confess to me right now? Unless...I'm reading this whole situation wrong." You move your hands back just as they reach his shoulder blade, and his hand twitches by his side. "Then I can just go back downstairs and ask McCormick for a dance~"

Your back hits the wall as Kyle's resolve finally breaks. His lips crashing down on yours with such a force his teeth clack against yours. It's messy, consuming, and heated.

You can taste the jealousy on his lips.

When you kiss him back, his hands have your wrists pinned to the wall next to your head. Lips locked onto yours and moving against yours with such a frenzy. His teeth tug at your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You respond by biting his back, pulling a moan from him.

Kyle's tongue pushes past your teeth and into your mouth. His tongue meets yours feverishly, twining around in a rushed dance. Your hips roll up against his, the same ones he couldn't take his eyes off of a minute ago. A minute ago, he was breaking his cup because of how jealous he was of Bebe, and now he's got his tongue down your throat pulling the sexiest moans out of your mouth. He devours every one of them until you break the kiss.

His brows furrow before he realizes you broke for air. Your chest heaving as you try to take in as much as you can. You’re rushing to get back to his lips and it almost brings a smile to his face. Kyle cups the side of your face letting his fingertips trace your jawline.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lashed out at Bebe like that. She's your friend and I should've just talked to you."

"Hm-mm~" You nod up at him still trying to recover from the small make out sesh.

"And... you’re right I should just confess that I really want to date you. That I've liked you for a while now. This isn't how I wanted to do it but...I'm not complaining." He whispers against your lips.

"You're so hot when you tell me I'm right." You press a kiss onto the corner of his lips. "Apology accepted handsome. Now do it right."

Kyle chuckles and brushes his nose across yours. The tip of his nose slides down the bridge of yours just as his lips over yours, dangerously close for another kiss. "Hey. You wanna go out with me so I can stop being jealous all the time."

"Hm..." You pretend to think about his question for a moment making him smirk. He tugs you against his body reminding you that you're trapped against him and the wall. It pulls a laugh right out of you, and you run your fingers through his hair. "Yeah handsome, I'd like that. Just like how I'd reaaaaally like it if you kept kissing me."

Kyle laughs and his lips find yours again. "You really think I'm handsome?"

"So handsome. You walked in with that green flannel and tight shirt, I wanted to rip it off you." You're able to get all of that out in-between kissing him, not willing to break the contact for too long.

"Fuck." Kyle's hands fall to your waist and squeezes it in return. "I wanted to take this slow. Do this right but you're making it so hard."

"I know I can feel it. It's poking me."

"That's not what I meant! Shit! I'm sorry I- oh fuck." He hisses when you roll your hips against him.

His cock is stained against his zipper, the tent in his pants is hard to miss. Nothing could have prepared him for the way you rolled yours against him. He could feel your erection sliding up against his thigh, the material of your jeans working against his.

"Want me to take care of that for you?" Kyle's head starts spinning when your hands slip under his shirt and your fingers slide down the front of his pants. Your palm pressed against the v that dips down.

The way your name comes out of his lips in a breathy whisper almost makes you pull his pants down right then and there. How can you expect him to answer you clearly when your lips are pressing the softest kisses down his throat. "I don't want you to feel like y-you have to."

"Kyle. I want this. I want you. Please don't make me beg for it." How can he say no? Not when your fingers are already playing with the button of his pants. Fingernails tapping against it, rubbing circles around the only thing separating your hands from his cock.

Kyle has no composure left; he's starting to feel his cock ache. He nods down at you and goes to pull his pants open. You watch him with a look of hunger in your eyes, watch as he slides his pants down and listen to the way his breath catches in his throat. Your eyes widen at the sight of his cock springing out of his boxers, bobbing when his tip catches on the thin material.

"Hey Ky."

"H-hm?" He's not able to keep the shakiness out of his voice when you wrap your hands around his cock and sink to your knees.

"I want you to fuck my throat." His heart stops momentarily when you talk.

It returns twice as hard when you begin slowly pumping his dick, hammering against his chest each time your fist slides down and grips the base of his member. "Are you sure sweetheart?"

That's new. The way Kyle calls you that makes your heart pick up. He watches as you move to get comfortable on your knees, his eyes burning down at you. The height difference isn't so bad but it's just enough to where he has to bend down a bit to run his fingers through your hair.

"You really want me to beg for it." He does. He likes the thought of you begging for his cock, the thought of your mouth watering just to get a taste of him. So, he answers you with a little grip on your scalp, fingers wrapping around the locks of your hair.

"Oh~! Fuck! Please!" And he's right, the way you beg is so sweet. Kyle groans and tugs your head back causing you to arch up towards him. Forcing your head up towards him.

As your mouth parts to let out a pretty little moan, the head of his cock presses against your lips. The pre-cum the leaks out of the slit coats your lips, and then your tongue when you let it fall out. Kyle's dick twitches against your little kitten licks before he lets it glide into your mouth. He never could have imagined how amazing it feels to have your red swollen lips wrapped around his length.

Kyle reaches out and traces your lips with his fingers, your lustful gaze watching his every movement. A thick strand of saliva coating his fingers before he pushes his cock into your warm inviting throat. He rocks his hips against your mouth slowly at first. Each time he pulls out more saliva gathers at the base of his cock.

You try to take as much of Kyle as you can, the soft sounds of you gagging through the wet thrusts feels messy. It was sloppy and so incredibly hog. Watching the red head lose himself, the restraints he put on himself snapping with each long glide against your tongue. Not long after you hollow your cheeks and continue to suck him off, does he finally break. His hips snap forward thrusting into your mouth faster.

Kyle is so pretty. His lips parted slightly as he struggles to bite back the moans, you're pulling from him. The hand that's no longer tracing your lips is pressed against the wall, holding him up so his legs don't give out.

What has you weak in the knees isn't the way he's got his hands in your hair, pulling your mouth down the length of his cock. Holding it there for a moment only to slide you right back off. Or the way he's using your throat to chase his own high, his thighs flexing under the touch of your palm. It's the way he's kept eye contact with you this entire time, the way his eyes are watching every little thing you do. No matter how intense it all feels or gets, he can't break away.

You have him in this trance that only seems to break when he feels himself getting close. When he tries to pull away, he feels your hands grab at his thighs, a small moan pulled from him again when you dig your nails into his flesh.

"Fuuuck...Sh-shit I'm cumming!" How sweet of him to give you a warning. With a hum you shot him a wink.

That did it. The little gesture was too much for Kyle. A shiver that feels oh too good shoots down his spine as thick ropes of cum spill into your mouth. Kyle pulls out after some time, carefully holding the side of your face as you drink down the bitter climax.

You raise to your feet with a smile, as he takes his hand away to tuck himself back into his pants. Once he's finishes, he cups your face and pulls you back towards him.

"That was...you're incredible."

"I know. But it's nice to hear." You chuckle as he pressed another kiss into your temple. "Don't think I'm done with you yet handsome. Say you walk me home and we enjoy the night to ourselves."

"I think I'd like that. Wanna sneak out the back?" With a grin you take his hand and lead him out of the room. Kyle will never ever admit to Eric that his plan somehow magically worked. But when the time comes for Eric to collect that one fifty, Kyle will make sure he gets it. At least then its bragging rights.

#south park #reader insert #sp fanfiction #south park x reader #south park fanfiction #x reader #anon ask #requests fuel me!! #i do for you anon #shhh its a secret #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski #male reader #dude #i am so tired #my brain just would not fucking work with me #I hope you guys like this #I tried something a little different in this #I don't know if you'll be able to tell #but it is what it is #I'm almost ready to open requests again #you guys keep coming back so I guess I'm doing something right #crazy right? #anyway #love you all #drink water #take meds #eat food #friendly reminder you're amazing and I wouldn't have gotten this far without your support #RAAAAAH

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Oakie the Acorn is the Best Mascot Ever

I don’t even go to this school I just love them. Here’s an interview they did for SUNY Mascot Madness.

Oakie - SUNY ESF

Who are you, where are you originally from, and where do you do your mascot thing? I'm Oakie Acorn (they/them), proud representative of ESF and its Mighty Oaks athletic teams! I was “born” when I fell out of ESF's Robin Hood Oak which means my roots go back to the Major Oak in England's Sherwood Forest. Maybe that's why I'm so merry! While most of my mascot duties have me in Syracuse, I also pop in at our Ranger School in Wanakena and our satellite campuses in the Adirondacks and Thousand Islands.

What's a unique new thing (building, club, activity, employee, etc.) on your campus that you treasure? The newly renovated Marshall Hall is wonderful! Open since 1933, Marshall underwent a major two-year reno re-opening in 2023. We kept the classic features, such as the spiral staircase and auditorium, while updating the building to a state-of-the-art learning center with spaces tailored to the needs of today's students. The building is home to our Landscape Architecture, Environmental Studies, and mathematics programs. Along with great classroom and studio space, there are plenty of study nooks for students to tuck in and do work between classes or meet with friends.

If you could start your own club or major on campus, what would it be? Wow! Difficult question because ESF has so many unique clubs, activities, and majors already! That said, I'd love to start an a capella group – Oak-apella! I don't speak, but I have a song in my heart and would love to hear ESF students sing. Maybe I could do some interpretive dance while they sing.

What's your hidden talent that you haven't told anyone about yet? Anyone on campus at night might have seen me skateboarding. The other day I landed a kickflip over the gap and was pretty stoked. Sadly, no one was around to see it. Flicks or it didn't happen, right? We do have some talented campus artists who have drawn me and my board though.

What campus cheer gets you pumped up and why? (with great enthusiasm)  O-A-K-I-E!  They're our acorn can't you see?  Sprouting strong through day and night  We've got bark and we've got bite!    ESF Orientation Leaders chant this while they lead our newest acorns to convocation. I love hearing it echo off the campus buildings!

What sport would you play if you were a student-athlete? I would join the Bass Fishing team in a heartbeat! I know when you think “acorn,” you think “land-based,” but I'd love to get out on the water and drop a line or two. There's so much more to me than most people know.    I would look awesome in one of the Bass Fishing team jerseys – provided they could get me an XXXXXL.

Read any good books lately? The Climate Optimists Handbook by environmental activist Anne Therese Gennari is a great read. Her book is about empowering people to get excited about changing the narrative on climate change so we act from courage and excitement to co-create a better world. She totally gets the ESF vibe! She was our commencement speaker last May and inspired our graduates and their guests to Improve Our World!    And of course, Braiding Sweetgrass by our own Dr. Robin Wall Kimmerer is always close at hand to read again and again!

Favorite pizza topping? Mushrooms. I love to top my pie with things I've foraged in the woods. Remember, you have to be very careful with mushrooms. I always take along a friend who has taken Dr. Alex Weir's mycology course to ensure I don't eat anything that could make me sick or worse!

If you were SUNY Chancellor for a day, what would you do? I would declare every day Earth Day in SUNY and plant pollinator gardens on every campus. I would also help other campuses set and reach their own Zero-Waste goals. Sustainability is a key component to helping the environment. I would then ask to be Chancellor for a couple more days to visit as many campuses as possible and see all the great things SUNY students are doing.  I don't know how Chancellor King does it all! Does he ever sleep?

How would you celebrate being named SUNY Mascot Madness Champion in 2024? The same way I celebrated in 2017 when I won the title – surrounded by the best students, faculty, and staff ever! We had a party that the whole campus attended. My friend, Victor E. Knight from SUNY Geneseo, was gracious enough to come and present me with the trophy and join the festivities. I think it would be great to host Wolfie on campus this year. 

#oakie the acorn #SUNYESF #mascot #mascotmadness #queer #nonbinary #acorn #theySKATEBOARD #voteforOakie #environment #climate change #poll bracket

[hn-yn-soo]

Can't be | P. JH

Note: This isn't my first time making a story, I'm actually an author in wattpad (hn-yn-soo if your interested). This is also g!p reader so enjoy!

Y/n has been the most naive yet dense girl known in TDoong University, and she haven't noticed the School President having her gaze on the latter whenever she passes by or sit at the front.

Park Jihyo, the cool and classy President known for her assertive aura. She gets what she wants but at the same time gentle, outgoing, caring and responsible. She never misses a beat whenever she does something, nor make a mistake so she gets elected as President for years, not just by her Latina Goddess looks but her cold as ice heart that goes soft for Y/n

But even though Y/n is kinda dense, she's popular thanks to your famous sister Myoui Mina (iyak muna walang isship kay mina) who's known from her ballet skills and a varsity in Volleyball and also famous of a rumour of her dating the Team Captain Son Chaeyoung.

Y/n, also belong in a group circle called Twice with her being the Drama Prodigy with the Brains, Nayeon being the oldest and the social butterfly, Jeongyeon classically known for Dad Jokes and Nayeon's husband after the Uni's Marriage plays, Momo the Dancing Machine, Sana the Flirt Queen, Jihyo the Latina Mom, Mina the Black Swan, Dahyun the Ambassador Queen and Church Girl, Chaeyoung the Beast Captain, and Tzuyu the Yoda and Archer Captain

And so it begins, the classes start and the girls huddled in the campus' Starbucks buying some coffees and pastries having a short meeting for the upcoming prom.

"I was thinking we could do floral theme, since it's spring" Sana suggests, drinking her iced coffee while Tzuyu takes note of what's happening

"I suggest that we have a Disney type of prom, and add the gender neutral clothing on both genders, let everyone wear what they're comfortable with. It's 2023 for GodJisoos' sake" Y/n retorts calmly with her hand raised, the girls agreeing and Jihyo thinking of it for a bit- or thinking of how to ask Y/n out now that she had grown more famous due to her recent play being more mature for the audience

"Well, if no one objects then it's settled. But I would still keep the offer, Sana.. Especially for the University week few weeks from now" Jihyo clasps her hands, the girls smiling and bickering once their meeting dissipates. The girls went out to their separate classes once they got out of the shop, leaving Y/n and Jihyo to themselves

"So, since it's your idea earlier.. Do you have a date in mind?"

"Not so sure, do you have any suggestions?" Jihyo smirks a bit, tugging Y/n close by her loose tie, fixing the knot neatly before resting her palms on the taller girl's chest, feeling the erratic heartbeat in layers of clothes. Y/n couldn't help but get stuck in her gaze, eyes wandering about her face, examining the soft and tanned skin of Jihyo's, her doe eyes that seemed so adorable to look at but scary when mad, her perfect button nose with the apparent mole she likes to look at everyday, and damn..those lips, she wonders if Jihyo had her first kiss-

"Yah, you're staring.. You like me, don't you?"

"Ha? I-I don't, what makes you say that, aish" Y/n panics, storming off making the girl chuckle to herself and follow Y/n to their classroom

"Oh come on, I'll be your date.. So you don't need to worry about your fangirls getting into your pants" Jihyo states quietly, their knowing glances were just enough for answers for unanswered questions. Y/n takes a deep glance on her once more, she watched at how Jihyo took down notes with a slight pout on her face with stray strands of her brown hair falling down on her face ever so slowly. And that was it, Y/n is starstruck once again.

"Ms. Myoui Y/n, the board is up front and not on Ms. Park"

"S-Sorry, Professor Choi" The girl nervously smiles, earning giggles from her friends and classmates and a deep sigh from her uncle Youngjae who fixed his glasses and went off to teaching

Jihyo dribbles something on a small piece of paper, smiling softly before taking Y/n's hand in hers, slipping the rolled paper in her palm before sitting back to listen to the lesson

'Be my prom date? Yes or Yes?' Y/n chuckles and gave a subtle nod, which caused Jihyo to blush deeply with a contented smile. Both had been sending quiet signals towards each other for the rest of the period, and oh love this is gonna be eventful

'ATTENTION ONCES! Are you ready to show your feels and dance the night away at this year's Prom?! Grab your friends, lovers, or yourself and show off your dance moves! The best dancers earn Queen and King of Prom, with a special performance courtesy of Twice!

See you soon on March xx, 2023!'

"Ah, I guess I did nice with the graphics. Don't you think it's a bit-"

"No, Y/n.. It's perfect, l-like you" Y/n was posting the posters with Jihyo, and she caught the last sentence but decided to keep her cool. The girls finished putting the posters up and went on to their next class which was PE, Y/n was a bit nervous since she's with Jihyo but she executed the exercises with no problem

Not until she felt a sharp pain on her chest, she excused herself and dashed towards the Senior Department where her personal doctor is

"Yoonsoo!"

"Yah! Is it happening again?!" Y/n collapses and convulsed as the pain strucks more, Yoonsoo brought her to the bed and did the procedures on her

"Fucking hell, you need a donor like now! Or else you could die!"

"I-I know.. B-But, it's too late.. I just wanna spend the remaining time with Jihyo" Yoonsoo sighs and let the girl rest, walking to her office to call someone

"Is he ready? Had he signed the papers?"

:Yeah, he did a letter too but he told me to let us open it once the operation is done

The older girls sigh and ended the call, massaging her forehead and checked Y/n's files

"Damn it, kid.. This isn't right"

Timeskip, Y/n met the girls after her rest at Yoonsoo's office. The girls were worried especially Jihyo who got up to her and hugged her, tears rolling down her face. Y/n doesn't know that Jihyo is Yoonsoo's cousin nor discovered about her heart disease, Jihyo plays dumb but has been looking over for her from afar

"I thought you got kidnapped or something, you didn't even chat me, I'm worried"

"I'm just with Yoonsoo, girl problems" Y/n winks, causing the brunette to blush and hide her face on her chest. The girls laughed at their cute antics and headed to their separate ways since the class ended when Y/n came back

"Oh yeah, do you mind if I stay at yours for a week? My parents just left for Hawaii for their wedding anniversary trip"

"I don't mind, just bring your stuff over" As they reached home, Y/n was met by familiar aroma of Adobo and Buttered Shrimp with more Japanese cuisine and Chaeyoung helping Mrs. Myoui in cooking

"Oh hello girls, get dressed then we'll eat in a few"

"Mom~ Jihyo's actually coming over, is she allowed?" Mrs. Myoui turns with a slight smirk with Chaeyoung wiggling her eyebrows, Y/n was stunned and facepalmed. Knowing Michaeng must've spilled her growing feelings for the girl

"Don't you dare make inappropriate moves, child. You and your hormones sometimes, aigoo"

"I know mom! I'm not like Mina-chan!" Y/n squeaks when she was about to be tickled by her sister, finally the door opens to see Jihyo smiling warmly and bowing at Kai who opened the door for her

"Konbanwa, Mrs. Myoui and Mr. Myoui"

"Konbanwa, Jihyo-chan.. We were just talking about you, come have dinner with us" The Myoui family ate dinner well with Jihyo and Chaeyoung, soon headed to bed early as they had to prepare for more classes tomorrow

"I'm done showering, Jihyo.. You can use the remaining hot water"

"Thanks, Y/nn!~" Jihyo caught a glimpse of Y/n's toned abs under the robe, she blushes at the sight and hurried inside the room to get herself bathed and distract her thoughts from Y/n

And speaking of Y/n, she was just on her phone typing while listening to YK by Cean Jr., Jihyo finally coming out of the room in her baggy tee and short shorts with a towel hanged on her shoulder. Y/n and her made eye contact, not noticing that Jihyo walked towards her and sat next to her, their faces leaning until their lips met ever so slowly

Jihyo had her hand on Y/n's nape urging her to kiss her deeper which the girl did, their breaths shared as their kiss became more hotter and full of passion

"Mhmm" Y/n lost it, Jihyo's tongue invaded her mouth, and she fought her for dominance. She gently pins Jihyo down, hovering on top of her completely without losing a rhythm

Their kiss went for solid 5 minutes, Y/n felt something throb in her chest making her pull away knowing this might affect her sickness. She lays back down, facing Jihyo who caressed her cheek with her hands

"Can y-you.. Cuddle me?"

"Of course, small spoon?" The girl nods, turning away before she felt a few scoots before arms wrapped around her waist. Y/n felt happy from this contact, too happy she didn't knew she got herself hard from it

They were asleep when Jihyo felt something poking her back, she grumbles in her sleep and nuzzled further back in Y/n's chest thinking she was just needing for warmth but no. The poking thing on her back throbbed which woke Jihyo up, she reached far back, feeling something rounded and girthy in her palm.

She could feel several veins bulging out from Y/n's pajamas guessing she didn't wear any underwear under her pajamas, she gasped at the length when she touched further but then Y/n held her wrist

"You..w-what are you doing?"

"I'm supposed to ask that, what's this?" The slightly tight grip woke Y/n fully yet only let out a soft moan right on Jihyo's ear-

'Omo omo omo, how is that hot?!'

'If she keeps touching like that, I'll..' Y/n thought and hid her face on the smaller girl's nape, her hips slightly moving as if looking for friction

"Yah.."

"P-Please.. J-Just let me- F-Fuck" Y/n moans, breathing softly as she humps Jihyo's palm from behind. Jihyo turns so Y/n's face is now pressed against her neck, she wraps her fingers around the girl's shaft properly

"I'm just curious, you're born with it?"

"Yeah, sorry for not telling you.." Y/n breathily moans, her moans increasing in pitch when Jihyo stroked her with her slow thrusts, almost bringing her to edge..

"T-Tissue.." Jihyo understands and grabbed a few, handing them to Y/n who immediately turned and stroked herself until huge spurts coated the tissue

"A-Ah... Finally.. T-Thank you for the help, I'll just throw these"

Y/n hops off the bed holding her still erect member, she finishes her business before coming back to Jihyo who's staring off to the window

"Hey, are you alright? Let's sleep.."

"Y-Yeah" Both had cuddled to sleep to ease the awkwardness, yet the sudden tickle from Y/n made Jihyo laugh hard and surrender to her funny assaults

"N-No more! Y/nnn!~"

Few weeks later, the girls had prepared for their prom. Jeongyeon had Y/n, Momo, Chaeyoung, Tzuyu to her place to dress up in their colorful prince-like suits while Nayeon had Sana, Jihyo, Mina and Dahyun wear their ball gowns. The girls awed at Jihyo as she looks like Latina Belle from her beautiful yellow gown which matches her tanned skin with her hair up in a beautiful bun

"Shall we go, ladies?~"

"Yoonsoo!!~" The older hugged Jihyo, smiling as the others fell in love at how the girl's outfit suited her so well as if she came straight out of Disney

"I brought the limo with me, let's go!"

The girls cheered on as they hopped inside the vehicle, Jeongyeon and the rest were the first with the couples to arrive and they waited in line for their princesses

"Omo, is that Nayeonie?? She looks like Cinderella!"

"Wah! Sana looks like Anna from Frozen! So pretty~"

"Omg, Dahyun and Momo looked so badass and cute!"

"Chaeyoung marry me!"

"Oh my, you look so gorgeous, Ms. Park" Y/n held her hand out for Jihyo who gladly took, their smiles were evident that the photographers got a lot of good shots of their contented smiles

"Damn, the tops be looking handsome, especially Jeongyeon and Chaeng!"

"Oh damn, Y/n be looking fine she can step on me"

"I appreciate the compliments, ladies.. But if you mind, I need to bring my princess inside" The fangirls wailed in adoration as they watched the couples go inside the ballroom, hues of purple, blue and white lit the room and they sat to their respective seats. The girls escorting their lovers/partners to their sides, earning squeals from the students around them

"Hey, did you bring my meds?"

"Mhmm, here.. Make sure you drink them on time, or else it might happen again" Y/n sighs at Yoonsoo's words, she goes back and her eyes were caught with Jihyo's who gave her a sweet gummy smile

It was as if the world stopped for a moment, Y/n took in the image of the girl in her mind. Oh how she wished she could love her forever, waking up to see her bright smile and soft voice, those eyes that she could drown on any day and any time. Those kiss she wanted to feel again, it's all she could wish for.. Yet she had little time left, so she makes it worth it

She felt a small pinch in her heart, her face changing a bit but composed her smile to hide the pain. Jihyo noticed this and approached her, grabbing her arm gently sent tingles down Y/n's spine

"Wanna dance? You seem off, Y/nn"

"I'm good, but sure.. Let's dance" They held each other's hand as they went in the middle, they spotted a familiar bunny pushing the DJ off the booth and plugged something into the laptop which played "Rewrite The Stars"

You know I want you

It's not a secret I try to hide

You know you want me

So don't keep saying our hands are tied

You claim it's not in the cards

And fate is pulling you miles away

And out of a reach from me

But you're hearing my heart

So who can stop me if I decide it's on my destiny?

"So, what's with the stare earlier?"

"Ah, that.. I was just thinking, a-about what we did that night.." Both had blushed as they danced as if it's their own world, soon enough their friends joined in not minding the two talking mindlessly

What if we rewrite the stars?

Say you were made to be mine

Nothing could keep us apart

You'll be the one I was meant to find

It's up to you, and it's up to me

No one could say what we get to be

So why don't we rewrite the stars?

And maybe the world could be ours, tonight

"Do you..r-regret it?"

"Heavens no! I'm actually thankful since you solved one of my worst problems, been dealing with it since I started puberty but didn't know what to do.. So I just wanna say thank you for that, you've been great to me since we were kids" Y/n smiles, which Jihyo reciprocates. Their eyes showed a glint of love, Jihyo's mind filled with thoughts whether she should confess, she thinks it's time

"I also have something to say.. I dunno why I felt like I wanna say it now but I think it's the right time to show how I feel about you"

"When we were kids, I never wanted to leave your side. I've been there even from afar, looking over you and that's when I knew.. This ain't more than friends, I get jealous over small things like how your fangirls wanted to get your heart but failed miserably but I do them to you without efforting much. A-And that night it wasn't supposed to happen but my instincts kicked in and decided to help you out, since it bothers you a lot as you said. But yeah, I'm gonna go straight to the point.. I like you, I really do.. This might shock you for a while but I'm not asking you to like me back, heck I don't even had plans confessing until now since I feel like something's wrong-"

Jihyo was cut off when she felt familiar lips pressed on her own, her eyes widened yet closed to return the kiss. The crowd fell silent for a moment, their friends watching as they let the scene unfold in front of them. Yoonsoo frowns as she watches Y/n's tears fall down, and soon became worried when she saw how her shoulders shivered badly. Jihyo hugs her, peeking over her shoulder catching her cousin's gaze sending a signal

All I want is to fly with you

All I want is to fall with you

So just give me all of you

It feels impossible (It's not impossible)

Is it impossible?

Say that it's possible

"I-I wish I could like you back, b-but I h-have a few min-" Jihyo gasps as she catches Y/n in her arms, the girl collapsing and falling into shock, Yoonsoo running over to them with Somi passing an injection to her

"Give way! Somi get the limo" The blonde leaves with the keys, Y/n stabs Y/n with the syringe to her chest and the latter wakes up to life and coughed badly

"M-Meds.."

"No, it's too late.. Call him, Jihyo" The latter nods and looked around to spot a certain boy, waving him around and he dashed towards her...

"Alright, I'm ready.. As long as my best buddy lives"

"It's too late for me too, Jihyo.. M-My leukemia had gone worse" Jihyo tears up even more, finally Somi finally came and the girls rushed into the limo and drove off to the nearest hospital....

"She's Myoui Y/n, stage 4 heart cancer prepare me an OR asap!"

"Come with me, Daniel" Somi leads the weakening boy to the assigned OR to prepare the surgery, the girls waited outside with the Myouis coming in an instant

"Where's my daughter!?"

"She's inside, mom.. I didn't know she had this, she never told anyone.. I knew she's fine mom! I-I can't believe she had this, I'm such a bad sister" Jihyo looks down at the jacket which contained Y/n's meds and a letter, she walks over to the parents and gave the letter with a scared expression

"S-She.. She wanted to tell you guys but she's scared to disappoint any of you.. I didn't even know until I saw her in Yoonsoo's office, but Y/n doesn't know that I knew now"

'Hello to the ones reading this, I may be feeling worse now or dead but hey I didn't give this to make y'all even more sad but happy. I may be gone now but remember that I'm here, think of me as the penguin roaming around Antartica sliding in the ice freely! I think of it like that instead of heaven, Antartica feels nicer than it looks, no? So yeah, don't cry for me! Be happy! If I see one of y'all cry, I'll hunt you down and scare you to the bone. Just kidding, I might be playing Legos up here but I'll be fine!

But if I ever live, I'll say this now even if Jihyo sees this. I love you, I know you'll be confessing soon from the way our interactions and feelings grew. I am just so dumb to not say it back, but I do.. I love you, my heart only beats for you so I'm not surprised if you're jealous of me hanging out with other girls, don't be.. I'm only yours, so I hope I stay alive so I give back the love you gave me.. And to the rest of y'all, I love you so much, take care of Mina and Jihyo for me in case I get taken by God here.. And don't even try to drink my coffee without permission, ask Jihyo first especially you Yoonsoo! That's all, I'm watching y'all, no tears allowed, arraseo!?

-love, Y/n<3'

"Oh my.. I hope it's not too late, I can't lose my baby" Mrs. Myoui cries onto her husband's shoulder, Kai and Mina reading the letter in tears, internally praying for their sister's surgery to be a success

"Jihyo, Daniel wants to give you this"

"What is this, Somi?" She opens the letter, the first words immediately made her tear up

'If you read this, it's probably me dead or in the middle of the surgery with Y/n. I volunteered to do this since I'm dying and at the same time my best friend is, but I know you to liked each other than we do before, and I understand that.. I even wished for the fate to have you two meet and from the glances you shared, I was right.. I knew Y/n would be right for you and love you unlike I did, I apologize if we broke up due to our busy times especially you being School President and me being a future holder of my dead family's company.

I hope you live a better life with her, you two take care of my heart or I would come back there and hunt you two. I had to let myself go in order for you and Y/n to live a great life, and love each other to the fullest! I also left something to Yoonsoo, it's a month-trip to Paris! I had bought tickets enough for you guys as a token of appreciation for looking over you while I was gone. Don't cry for me, please? Smile for me like you always do, me and Y) n might share the same heart, but she beats for you.. And I'm up here watching over you, congrats to your soon to be relationship!

-Daniel Kang <3'

"D-Dani..." Jihyo cries, but her heart broke more when Mrs. Myoui read the letter Y/n gave, she prayed that Daniel would still live but he couldn't. And speaking of the two, Yoonsoo had successfully switched the hearts, her tears fell down as she watched Daniel's monitor fell into a flat line. The other residents bowed as respect, mourning for the kid while Y/n's monitor continued in a rhythmic heart beat..

"Is Mr. Kang by himself? Doesn't he have relatives?"

"None as they died when he was young with some out of reach, me and Ms. Park are the ones looking after him.. I'll be handling whatever's left over from him, transfer the both of them into a room then bring Daniel to the morgue after the girls said their goodbyes" the nurses followed her instructions, Yoonsoo held the sobbing Somi in her arms as they marched back to the lobby where the family waited

"The operation is a success, yet.. Daniel couldn't make it"

"I'm sorry, Jihyo.." The latter nods and sniffled, they were assisted to the room to look over Y/n and said their final farewells to Daniel. Yoonsoo received a call from Daniel's company, asking about the agreement in taking over the company

"Ah, yes of course.. I'll take his position as founder and CEO of KD and Konnect"

"Yes, I'll be there starting by next week.. Just gonna arrange his funeral, I'll be expecting you guys.. Thank you" Yoonsoo ends the call, she held Daniel's hand from under the white sheet and smiled faintly.. Sighing she called the nurses to bring him out so it was just Y/n inside

"You okay? I can vouch for you so you can rest"

"I'm good, I'll just have to uh... Promote my loving fiancée as CEO of Yoohan Medical Center, hoping you'd fit in while I take care both companies of mine and ours" Somi nods and hugged her, giving her a light kiss before their attention turns to Jihyo

"Jihyo, you can have some rest.. It's been a long night"

"I'm alright, I want to stay.." The girls gave a small smile and bid their goodbyes, coming back to the prom which still continued and made up to the worried students and teachers by giving them a night to remembe while the Myouis got back home to rest as they were too stressed for the whole night..

"Hey, I got home to get you some clothes.. And some snacks too incase you get hungry"

"Thank you, Yoonsoo-ah.." The young doctor bows and left the room, Jihyo decides to change her gown into comfort pajamas and came back to see Y/n fluttering her eyes

"Y/n? Omg, you're awake.. Should I call a nurse?"

"I'm fine, I just need you for now" Y/n reached her hand out, Jihyo took her and intertwined their fingers together. Both had smiled, their eyes filled with love as they held their gaze for a short while

"So, what you said earlier.."

"I change my mind, I'll be yours.. Forever" Jihyo beams a smile, kissing her hand before smiling widely. Y/n lifts her other hand, using her thumb to wipe Jihyo's tears away then stroked her cheek softly

"I love you so much, Hyo"

"I love you more, Y/nn..always"

The end.

#mina #jeongyeon #chaeyoung #nayeon #dahyun #tzuyu #sana #momo #jihyo #twice

[yourkimjaejin]

NCT 127: The Lost Boys - Moxy's Cut

Italics - animation, song lyrics | Indentation - In person interview | Bold - English

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Over clips of Moxy at practice and backstage, here's some of the things the members said about her.

"She's like the heartbeat of 127" ~ Johnny "Moxy is always willing to help. She's been there for me more times than I can count" ~ Doyoung "I say this proudly- Moxy's my twin. We share a lot of similarities. We always end up staying up late and talking about anything and everything" ~ Mark "She's my precious noona." ~ Haechan "Every time I see her perform I'm in awe." ~ Jaehyun "They're aren't many people I consider born to perform. But Moxy is one of them like Mark and Taeyong. She was born to be on stage." ~ Yuta "I don't say stuff like this often but Moxy is truly the cutest member of 127." ~ Taeil "I'm really close with Moxy. We were put in similar situations when joining 127. She let me cling to her until I felt comfortable standing on my own two feet" ~ Jungwoo

The sound of a ticking clock rang out as the ten moved around the circle riser. One member made her way to the empty seat at the top when she stumbled. Moxy looked on shocked. When she turned around, her members were far away from where she stood. A vision in the distance

A finger tapped her forearm. She looked down to see a young face that looked like her. Bouncy curls and all.

"What are you doing here?" The tiny human pointed to the empty chair, "Your seats over there." Mini Moxy grabs Moxys hand. "Why don't we walk together." Hand in hand the two girls take a couple steps forward.

"You didn't have to take this path right?"

"No....No I didn't"

I had options before I chose to become an idol. I could have been on Broadway. I could have been a cheerleader or a dancer. Hell I could have started gymnastics but something about this....seemed right.

Before I even got to Korea I was in a children's theater troop and singing lessons, all taught by the same woman. Dancing didn't really enter my life until later. My family and I went to my dads alma mater to seeing the first football game of the season. My cousin was attending the school and this game was her first performance with the bands dancers. The proper term is majorettes. My mom helped me find her when they entered the field. Once the performance started I was hooked. I knew I wanted to dance too. I wanted to perform in front of a crowd just like my cousin. It was actually her who suggested cheerleading to my mom.

When I got scouted, apparently my mom refused to let me go. She didn't want her only daughter in a forgiven country no matter how much family was there. I really think she just didn't want me to be so far away from her. The day I left, we both didn't cry at all. We were joking and laughing. She gave me a hand written book of Korean phrases I would need.

"According to my dad, my mom burst into burst into tears once I disappeared through security. I never told her but as soon as the plane took off, I started sobbing. It was like reality set in."

Moxy and her Mini me kept walking forward

"When's the first time you wanted to quit." They both stopped. The lights shut off then flash back on. In front of them a younger, yet older Moxy stood in front of a group of girls dressed like Red Velvet doing the dance for Happiness. Teenager Moxy looks on disgusted.

My teachers gave me a nickname during my training. They called me 상어, or shark in Korean. They gave me that name because of the way I progressed in dance training. They said I was like a shark on a feeding frenzy. I attacked anything put in front of me.

I was a cheerleader for year so I was used to learning choreographies fast. While other trainees took weeks to learn a dance. It took me days. Obviously you start at the beginning classes but within...four months, my teachers knew I could move up to a more advanced class. But whoever signs off on those class changes wouldn't let me. They didn't like that a foreigner was out performing the others. but my favorite teacher did the next best thing.

They gave me hard choreos to learn. Made me dance while singing. Made me create dances to songs as an extra assignment for monthly evaluations. My favorite teacher, Lee seongsaengnim, told me if i kept going I would be on the level of 5+ year trainees.

News travels fast when you're a trainee. A rumor started spreading that SM's new group would be a girl group and I......was not excited. The landscape of girl group concepts was changing but not quickly. What we have now for girl groups in the idol industry was not the norm when I was a trainee.

I felt like everything I was learning, what I was doing would have been....wasted in a girl group. Everyone knew how good I was. All the trainees did. They all thought I was a joining Red Velvet's lineup and I hated that. I went to my halmeoni and told her I was thinking about quitting and why.

Teenage Moxy sat at a table with her grandmother looking at her. Moxy and Mini Moxy were standing off to the side watching the scene.

"What did she say?" Mini Moxy asked, eyed glued to the two figures sitting at the table

Moxy chucked, "She said I was an idiot. That I didn't have a good reason to quit. She told me, to my face, if they put you in a group like that. Then show them what you can do. Show them that girls don't always have to be girly. They can be strong and powerful. while still being cute.

the two Moxy's walk away from the table where Teenage!Moxy and her grandmother are hugging

"What happened the second time?" Mini Moxy asked. Suddenly, the members of 127 stood in front of them dressed in outfit identical to the blue ones they wore during Limitless promotions. Everyone was performing smoothly until Moxy tripped up.

"I messed up."

Out of all of us, Moxy-noona had it the hardest ~ Haechan She was added to a group of people who had grown up together ~ Jaehyun None of us were particularly welcoming ~ Mark At first I think all of us used the "we're akward around girls" excuse until the excuse just gave us reason to not get to know her in the beginning ~ Yuta

"Was it hard joining the group." (question from the director) Absolutely (she laughs) I don't have the type of personality where I open up to people as soon as I meet them. I'm quiet and observant. during my first practices with the guys I could tell none of knew how to interact with me so I stayed to myself. Only talking to Johnny and Doyoung-oppa when everyone else wasn't present. I felt....un..wanted.

I used to stay extra late to practice Limitless. Nobody was willing to help me except for the mangers so I practiced until the early hours of the morning until I had the dance down. I was super nervous going into out first performance. I was so focused on not messing up. I didn't want to bring them down if I made a mistake. I just became a big ball of nerves for the rest of our promotional period.

(Moxy is handed a tablet with a video of 127 third Limitless performance. She click plays and immediatly starts laughs) I'm looking at myself and I'm not even enjoying the moment. I'm too focused on getting everything right. Not giving anyone a chance to speak ill of me or my performance. Nobody yelled at me but in my head I though they were disappointed. I went to Doyoung-oppa that night and told him how I felt and he talked me out of quitting. We watched the video together and he reassured about the whole thing. Telling me that it wasn't even noticeable. It truly wasn't."

Moxy walked up Limitless!Moxy and grabbed her hand.

"You did great." Moxy helps her younger self stand and dust herself off before the younger one runs off.

"And the last time?"

The clock ticked again and suddenly Moxy stood alone. When she turned around, she was facing Taeyong

It was starting to grate at me. Being in the group but not feeling apart of it. I started to isolate myself cause it felt like a better decision. They weren't making an effort to get to know me so why should I? You know? Because we didn't know each other, not like everyone else did, it made everything worse.

The camera cuts and the members are all standing together and performing Chain

(V.O) Chain has to be one of our hardest dances. Its alot. And I worked my butt off to perfect it but every time I was in the practice room with the members I screwed something up. The tension was high and.....everything...exploded

With their members surrounding them, Taeyong and Moxy begin to scream and shout at each other. The members flinching every so often.

We were just yelling at each other. Finally I told him I can take this anymore and I stormed out. My friend is in gymnastics and her coach never has a problem with me showing up to practice or let off steam so I took a cab there. I was tumbling for hours. No matter what song came on. No matter how much my body screamed to stop. I kept going. Then Chain started playing. And I hit every. single. move. It was like slow motion. When the music stopped, those bad thoughts came pouring in. I collapsed and I couldn't stop crying.

Moxy sits on the floor, sweat dripping from her face

(V.O.) All I felt was arms wrapping around me. I looked up and there was Taeyong.

Taeyong wraps his arms around Moxy. The younger curls into him wrapping her arms around his waist and burning her face in her leaders chest. Taeyong hid his face in her hair but the sounds of tears were heard

The real Moxy stands off to the side watching the two embracing on the floor, unshead tears in her eyes.

"Why did you stay?" mini Moxy"s voice rang out.

The tears spilled out, running down Moxy's face, "cause I wanted them. I stayed because I wanted them. Even if they would never want me."

A bigger hand wrapped around her smaller one. Moxy looked over and saw pale skin and tattoos. Her eyes met Taeyong's and he was smiling at her. He pulled her close and wiped her eyes with the edge of his sleeve. Pulling her forward, Taeyong lead her up the step to the empty wooden chair waiting for her. Moxy spun around meeting her members eyes one by one until she faced forward and took her seat.

"Hello, I'm Moxy of NCT 127." She spoke proudly, a huge smile on her face

~ Black Screen ~

Underwater, Moxy's first song written by herself, covey her feelings toward NCT 127 and how she plans to swim forward with them.

Moxy was sat, leaning back, on the bottom circle. Slowly she stood up as the music started.

I need you to move Show me how move When my world starts falling down, I need you

Johnny and Taeyong walk up and do a couple dance steps which Moxy copies. At the end, Moxy trips and falls forward but she catches her self. Johnny reaches over and help her stand.

Put me in a mood Put me in a mood With you, I'm finally breathin easier

Haechan and Mark replace their hyungs. The new trio continue the dance, ending with Moxy hug them both around their waist before they walk off screen

We're divin' deeper Way down, way down deeper We're divin' deeper I ain't afraid to drown with you We're divin' deeper Way down, way down, deeper We're divin' deeper I ain't afraid to drown with you

Through the prechorus the last five members joined Moxy in the center of the frame. They stood in a line behind her and played follow the leader within the dance until they fan'd out. At the last line, Moxy fell backward into them. They boy catch her then spin her body around in a semi circle (Think Haechan with the Dreamies during the bridge of My First and Last)

Let gravity pull harder We'll go underwater Baby, dance with me under the waves Weightless and unbothered We'll go underwater Baby, dance with me under the waves

All the members join in now and the group dances together with Moxy at the front leading them. The song repeats from there with more moments of Moxy having fun with the members. Even a moment when the male members form a semi circle around Moxy while danced in the middle. When Moxy sang the final note, the camera focused on her but seconds later the 127 members crowded around her. Hugging any part they could.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

The song Underwater is by Meghan Trainor if you wanted to hear it.

I was watching the 127 doc and I KNEW I had to write Moxy's part. I hope you guys like this one. Have a good day!! ~ Author Izzy

Taglist: @alixnsuperstxr / @1-800-call-ria / @sophrodite / @sunflower-0180

#NCT AG #NCT AG.Moxy #NCT AG.Video #nct female addition #nct female member #kpop!oc #kpop!au #kpop addition #kpop!addition #nct female oc #kpop female member

[ask-elland-n-will]

The wind hit Allegra in full force as she pushed open the heavy doors out to the Transfiguration Courtyard. Normally filled with students during the warmer months, the courtyard was bereft as the wind whistled sharply between the cliffs by the Lake — the archways where the heartbroken statue lay in pieces (again) only served as funnels for its howls.

Tugging on her scarf, she started to stride briskly across the cobbled path to the opposite side when movement caught her eye. She inhaled sharply. Elland. He looked worse for wear where he sat alone, his shoulders hunched. Without knowing why (though she convinced herself afterwards that it was out of common solidarity), she found herself unravelling her scarf before him.

“It won’t do for you to catch a cold. Who else could I rely on to handle our little fox?” She teased, her words at odds with her soft tone as she looped her scarf around his shoulders. Her hands lingered for a heartbeat longer than necessary as she silently mused how much green and silver suited him.

He has been deep in thought, confused and unsure about how he feels, so many things happening at once. First, it was losing his Crossed Wands partner and friend. Then — being disoriented by Will's behaviour in the Great Hall with Felix. And now — a bit hurt by the Slytherin spending so much time with Montrose after giving all those mixed signals when they danced at the Halloween Ball.

Changes can be good and changes can be bad. But what to do with changes somewhere in the middle that you don't know how to go on about? If only—

"—handle our little fox?" he hears a familiar voice. Oh, he wandered outside on his way to a class and got distracted by his thoughts, didn't he? The familiar person comes into focus in front of him and whatever Elland wanted to say after registering what was said before got frozen just like the water in the fountain beside him.

There was something about Allegra's voice that sounded different. Soft and caring, such a harsh contrast to the cold outside and the ever-present guarded mask on the Slytherin's face.

Elland lifts his hands slightly to touch the soft fabric of her scarf and accidentally brushes Allegra's hand just as the girl begins to pull away. Elland has half a mind to catch it but he has no reason for it so he focuses on the scarf. It smells faintly of pines and the same crispy early winter air that is all around them, and yet it distinctly makes him think of her.

"I— Thank you, Allegra. It's alright, we are heading to Charms anyway, I wouldn't want you to catch a cold either."

He is more than touched. He knows he looks tired and distracted but it is not like there are any solutions to his distressed mind. But if Allegra of all people is trying to look after him? He must be a mess. And Elland de Strontium doesn't like looking like a mess.

The Hufflepuff smiles at his friend gently, weighing his main rhyme options.

You ground me like no other: Be it my brother or my mother. You are logic to my mind: Without you I would go blind.

Do not worry, I will manage, You dismiss my disadvantage. Shall we go? It's getting cold. It's your hand I'd like to hold.

Elland says it and stretches his hand out. And then visibly gets a little self-conscious.

"I don't mean you have to take my hand. That just rhymed really nice, a slip of the tongue. But at least it'll be warmer while we walk?

[Allegra does not take Elland's hand, of course, but Elland was prepared for that.]

#elland #allegra #[references of some events outside of tumblr]

[darkkalendas]

INTERLUDE I: 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔩𝔣 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔢𝔭 , pt.2

warnings for this chapter: gaslight, manipulation. things are gonna get serious from here on tho i hope it doesn't end being super long lol

You don't know how to react when he gets that close. Your heartbeat rises with every millimeter he shortens and your brain thinks as fast as possible. Should you? Should you let him kiss you?

You thought you were indecisive, but the truth is that you want it. Your body speaks way more than your words, getting a little closer to him, gripping your hands to his arms, closing quietly your eyes. You want this as much as he wants it, to feel his lips pressed against you in a sweet kiss.

At first, it is just a pressure, a ghost touch that has you on your tiptoes, hands crossed behind his neck and cheeks turning blushed as he keeps the kiss going. He parts, slowly, catching his breath and with eyes still closed. He sighs, with his forehead softly resting on yours, eyes fixed on your glossy lips when he opens them, shiny and sharp as always. "I'm sorry." he says. "I just... I think I like you." your heart flutters at the confession. "You're so ethereal, so dreamy..." one of his fingers takes a lock of hair away of your forehead, before taking it back to the curve of your hips. "I've been dreaming with this since the first class I saw you." His hand slides from your hips to your sides, up to your arms and down to your hands, tangling his fingers with yours. "You may think this is inappropriate. I'm your ballet teacher, after all." you listen carefully to him. "But, still, I saw the light in you. And I would like to discover even more of it, if you let me." he says, so softly that it sounds velvety on your ears, that pushes your body towards his as if it was a dancing duet. "Please, let me. I promise to treasure you."

Anyone could think he's just filling your head with pretty words, but, for some reason, you believe him. You believe every single word his mouth releases, and your body gets comfortable around him. His hands caress yours, and his lips search yours again.

But then, the kiss intensifies. You weren't expecting it, to find his lips moving aggressively, making you open your mouth to find his tongue inside. You're embarrassed. You've never kissed anyone, and he's gonna notice. You try your best to follow him, but he parts, with a smile, thumb sliding now on your bottom lip. "Was this your first kiss?" he asks. You nod, blushed, and he smiles more widely.

"I'm sorry, you're probably searching for someone more experienced."

Oh, no, darling. He isn't. He was specially waiting for someone like you. You're too pure, untouched, and he will be the one to teach you everything until he gets bored of you.

"It's alright." he coos, cupping your face with his hands. "I like that from you. That you're so pure, so innocent." You don't really understand why he would like that traits, when they have been the targets of jokes for years. But, for the first time, someone appreciates them. Someone hugs you with both your perfections and imperfections. You stay still on your positions, one hugged to the other in the middle of the room, mirrors reflecting your bodies and the music fading slowly. Geto sighs.

"Would you like to go on a date?"

You should have said no, or, at least, ask for a little more time to know him more. But you went to that one. And the next. And the next one, for almost two months. He insisted to keep it hidden from everyone, with risky kisses on the corners of the hallways, making outs on his office and indecent touches when he corrects you, knowing everyone has their eyes on how the teacher corrects the main dancer.

The first rumor appeared while you showered after class, on the changing room.

"You've seen it? She looks at him all the time with that stupid smile." someone says.

"She probably got her knees down and her mouth to work to get that paper." two laughs can be heard, and more whispers add to the conversations. "She must be the favorite for some reason, she's probably his personal slut." "She must be one of the toys he collects on every academy."

"If you wasted your mouths on giving blowjobs to the choreographer instead of talking shit about talented dancers, I'm sure your characters would be better than two stupid trees and a couple birds." you difference Nobara's voice speaking with them. "Yeah, yeah, leave now, you cowards." Holding your breath, you feel the footsteps fading away, before a sigh and your best friend's steps towards the showers. "They're gone. Get out of that shower before you get iced inside it." You open quietly and Nobara looks at you, crossed arms and a raised brow.

"Thanks." you whisper. You walk towards your locker, with your best friend following you closely.

"Still, you owe me an explanation. You spend here more time than usual at nights. He looks at you as if you were an angel, and you wrinkle your nose whenever his hands get on another dancer." You remain silent, getting dressed quietly, sliding your panties under your towel and searching for your bra. She gets up. "He's not a good man. Be careful with him, and don't believe a single word he says." She leaves you alone to finish getting changed, and you sigh, sitting on the bench, with your skin still wet and the towel around your body. Are those rumors true? Does he flirt with every girl he finds on every academy? You should have said that you did nothing with him, just share some kisses and go on some dates, but he asked you to keep it secret. Maybe that's why he wants you to not talk about it. Maybe he's scared the other girls may find about it. You hear how someone knocks twice on the changing room. "Is someone still inside?" Suguru's deep voice scares you as you get up quickly, searching your bra again between your clothes.

"I-I'm almost ready! Just give me a seco..." You hear the door being shut and quiet steps. Turning around, you face Geto, whose back is against the wall of the changing room, and looks at you with a side smile.

"Good afternoon, pretty." he hums, walking closer and standing next to you. You smile towards him, nervous. It's true that you've been dating, but you are not ready for him to see you... naked. Yet. "I need to close the changing rooms before I leave, and I can walk you home if you wish." he says, quietly. You nod.

"Sure, I'll... I'll just get changed real quick." you stand up next to him, ready to go search your clothes on your locker, but he takes your wrist, bodies colliding and lips searching the other. Geto kisses you as if you were the last drop of water in the dessert, with necessity. A hot feeling starts to rise on your body. You feel needed. Wanted. Desired.

This is something new for you, a whole new sensation. His touch takes away the water drops of your shoulders, and his hands are quick to find the knot of your towel. You part, taking his hands away.

"I'm not ready yet." you say. He smiles, shaking his head.

"Sorry, sorry. I got excited because of the moment. I get you don't want to... well. It's a changing room." don't worry. Eventually, there won't be a single room in the academy you two didn't use. But it's early. He needs more of you. More trust. You look to the floor, rethinking about what you've heard, and about what Nobara said to you. Him? A bad man? You don't think so. Geto looks at you. "Eh, are you alright? I'm sorry."

"Yes, just... People has been talking. About me." he sighs.

"That's why I wanted to keep it a secret. I didn't want anyone to bother you." he whispers, attracting your body closer, with his fingers taking little locks of your hair, twisting and playing with them. You sigh. His version makes sense. What would people think about a teacher and his own student? The same student that got the main character? It would be terrible. People would talk a lot, they would make rumors, bother you, laugh at you, point you. "Eh. Stop thinking about that, hm?" his fingers take away some tears that start to form on your eyes. "I'm here. And, right now, I'm all you need, am I not?" he coos, softly, before kissing the spot behind your ear. "Get changed. I'll wait for you on the main stairs' door."

And, without a second word, he kisses you and leaves. A silly smile starts to appear on your lips, softly, as he walks the main hallway quickly. He needs to do something before meeting you, but he's sure he has the numbers of every locker on the reception. He just wants to help, so he wishes you understand him.

The wolf is clever, and the poor sheep is too blind in promises of love to see his teeth about to devore her.

#interlude i collection #geto x reader #geto x you #geto x y/n #suguru x you #suguru x reader #getou suguru x y/n #jujutsu kaisen suguru #geto jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #tw: manipulation #tw: gaslighting #tw: dark content

[austeregreen]

There was a girl.

When I was in high school, there was a girl in my class. Her name was Patrycja. Today she would be 28 years old. But she isn't because she died nine years ago, one week after our prom ball and, accidentally, one week after her 19th birthday.

It was a suicide - my whole class knew it as she had one attempt before but the teachers kept saying that it was an accident anyway. Only many years later one of them admitted the truth to me. I guess they were afraid of the Werther effect. Not that it really matters. She died, suicide or not.

Patrycja had the most beautiful and lavish blonde hair I had ever seen. I remember this school trip in the beginning of October, in our freshman year. It was sunny afternoon, we were in the park. She was walking along the lakeshore, and her hair were flowing behind her like a golden, shimmering banner. Her hair is always the very first thing I remember when I think of her.

She loved poetry and always had this somewhat decadent vibe around her. She cherished every form of "deep" and "high" art, up to the point where she was coming off as somewhat snooty. She wanted to take history, social studies and Polish language at our final exams. Seeing her name and choosen subjects crossed out of the student list was baffling and surreal.

On the night of the prom ball she was dancing barefoot, in pretty, lace black dress. She had problems with her spine but on that night she was dancing anyway. Alone and with her friends, and with this boy I liked at the time, and she was so full of life and smiling, and laughing. On that night she was probably the most alive among all of us. It probably should be the clue. But I didn't know at the time that when a person makes this final decision, they tend to suddenly become more happy. I think that even now I probably wouldn't notice anything. We never do.

One week later she was gone.

Her last FB post was: "A good day should start with Fripp" with link to "Heartbeat" by King Crimson. She wrote it hours, if not minutes, before her death. Maybe it meant something to her, I don't know. "A good day"... it always strikes me.

She wasn't my friend. To be honest, most of the time I despised her. She was bratty and annoying, and always expected special treatment, especially after her first attempt, which resulted with long hospitalization and reconvalescence. She had a difficult character and didn't have too much in common with me, both when it comes to interests and personality. Nonetheless, somehow I cannot forget her. It's funny - except it isn't.

I attended the funeral (my whole class did) but the next time when I visited her grave was few years later. It was practically abandoned. For some reason, it hit me more than her actual death. I mean, if you die at the ripe age of 19, you should be remembered. Your grave shouldn't be almost empty. Your friends should celebrate you. Whom the gods love dies young - or something like that.

Maybe that's why I still visit her from time to time. Maybe that's why I am writing this online even though probably nobody is going to read it.

In memory of Patrycja H. (1995-2014)

#in memory #in memoriam #memory #patrycja #high school #school #nine years ago #birthday #death #anniversary #heartbeat #2014

[beels-burger-babe]

The Façade of the Suitor

***Guys... I am so so sorry for how long this took to complete. I swear, I love this prompt. I've just been tired lately. Thank you so much for your patience. That being said, thank you @lukephantomlurkin98 for this brilliant prompt! Going off of the votes for High-Class Demoness, this fic (most likely series) will feature a suit-wearing badass woman. I hope you all enjoy this. Again, so sorry for the delay. -B ***

Summary: MC catches the eye of Lady Harlow, a higher demoness who has had a small feud with the brothers for centuries. She's determined to steal MC from them and keep MC under her wing. The brothers, however, are determined not to let that happen.

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

It had all started with a ball.

Diavolo wanted to celebrate the second anniversary of the exchange program and the success it had. As a result, you, the Lords of the Devildom, and the other exchange students were forced to dress up in your best attire and attend.

When you first arrived, you were fascinated by the scene. A full orchestra sat on stage, as all kinds of demons danced across the polished ballroom floor. Dressed up Little Ds went around the rooms offering beverages and finger foods, while Diavolo himself sat proudly on a throne in the back of the room.

Throughout the evening, you yourself had tried delicacies that you had never even heard of before with Beel, gossiped about nobles in a recluse corner with Satan and Belphie, stepped on a few of Asmodeus's toes on the dancefloor, enjoyed a quiet rest on the balcony with Leviathan, and even sampled a few drinks at the bar with Mammon.

After an hour and a half into the evening, you found yourself growing tired as you leaned back against a wall next to Lucifer.

The eldest glanced over at you before smirking. "I should've guessed a night out like this would be too much for a small human like yourself," he laughed as you glared at him. "I'm teasing MC. Have you been enjoying yourself?"

You hummed and leaned your head against his shoulder. "Some might say a little too much fun. I swear I'm going to sleep until supper time tomorrow."

Lucifer smiled affectionately and wrapped an arm around you to pull you closer. "My my, maybe my brothers really did tire you out too much if you're committing yourself to such sloth," you closed your eyes as you felt his hand caress your hair. "Don't worry MC. I'll take care of you tomorrow and make sure your okay," from where your head was resting, you could've sworn you felt his heartbeat pick up. "Perhaps, if it's not too forward, I could ask-"

"Why Lucifer Morningstar, don't you look dashing tonight?"

You shivered as both of their stares suddenly fell to you. Each gaze flared with anticipation for opposing responses. You glanced over at Lucifer. His lips turned into a frown as he raised an eyebrow at you.

Lucifer instantly tensed and dropped his arm as a feminine voice called out to him. "Lady Harlow, it's a...pleasure," he gritted out.

Even without following Lucifer's sharp glare, the demoness in question was easy to spot. Sauntering in her demon form, her dark brown locks waved down one side of her face, while the other shaved side of her head revealed the golden cuffs the studded her ears. Her wine-coloured jumpsuit was elegant, yet made a statement, as the beaded sweetheart corset that composed of the top was only half covered by a belted one-shoulder blazer. With every step of her dangerously sharp stilettos, the demoness demanded respect and attention.

You shivered as her violet eyes fell onto you and her tail flickered behind her. "Lucifer, I didn't know you had a partner, let alone one so cute. Care to introduce yourself, gorgeous?" She smiled charmingly as she stuck out her manicured hand.

You gulped and shook Harlow's hand. "My name is MC. A-And Lucifer and I aren't dating," you felt your cheeks flush as you spoke. "We're just friends."

Harlows' crimson painted smile grew, revealing her deadly canines. "All the better for me," the heat in your cheeks grew more intense as you noticed her eyes drag up and down your body.

Lucifer growled from beside you and stepped between the two of you. "I would rather you didn't look at MC like they are a piece of meat. Might I remind you that they are under my strict protection, under the order of Lord Diavolo himself?"

Rather than being put down by the venomous words spat at her, Harlow's eyes sparkled in interest. "So you're the special human huh? The one Master to rule them all?" she chuckled as she tilted her head at you. "Tell me, what's it like to have the Lords of the Devildom on their knees for you? Is it exhilarating?"

You shifted uncomfortably at her words. "I don't? I mean, I only use the pacts in case of emergencies. To do anything else with it would be breaking the trust that they put in me as a pact holder and friend."

Lucifer smirked smugly for only a second before Harlow began to laugh and wiped the smile right off his face.

The demoness held a hand to her chest and beamed at you. "You are absolutely precious! I see why they keep you around; it makes me want to get to know you better myself."

You opened your mouth to kindly reject her offer when Lucifer cut you off. "MC is actually feeling quite tired and I was just about to escort them to bed. I'm afraid you missed your chance this time, Harlow."

Harlow huffed and raised an eyebrow at him. "I wasn't aware that I was speaking to you Lucifer. I believe that our dear MC can answer for themself."

@henry-and-the-seven-lords

You nervously chuckled and pointed at the door. "I-I don't want to ruin anyone's evening. I'll just escort myself to my room," you gave a polite bow to Harlow. "It was nice meeting you Lady Harlow," you turned and reassuringly smiled at Lucifer. "I'll see you when you're done here."

Both demons watched as you scurried off like a mouse frightened of a cat.

The moment you were gone, the niceties slipped away from both of their expressions as they scowled at one another.

"Great," Harlow groaned, "you scared them off."

Lucifer scoffed and glared at her. "MC has never shown a single trace of fear in the face of my brothers and me. If there's anyone that made them uncomfortable enough to leave, it's you," he snarled as he crossed his arms over his chest. "What are you even doing here? I thought that the Lady of Manipulation would have much better things to do with her time than mingle at a party."

Harlow smirked and took a step closer to him. "Why Lucifer, why so hostile? You make a girl feel like she's not wanted. I was just here to check out the Devildom's newest celebrity. That human of yours and your brothers' is quite the catch."

Lucifer clenched his fists and tried to hold back his demon form. "You stay away from them," he growled lowly as his eyes flared.

Harlow tsked and pushed away from Lucifer's chest. "You should know by now, Luci dear, I do what I damn well please," she chuckled at the agitated demon. "This was nice. I do miss our little chats. I'll see you around, Mr. Morningstar," with a wave of her fingers she sashayed back into the crowd.

Lucifer huffed and looked towards the door that you had left from.

Where Harlow went, hurt and chaos always followed. He'd keep you safe from that infernal headache's clutches if it was the last thing he'd do.

***There ya finally have it, folks! Part one of this series. This one is a little shorter than I'd like, but it's really just meant to introduce Harlow. We'll get into the juicy details of her history with the brothers and her interests in MC later. Thank you so much for reading and supporting me. Thank you @lukephantomlurkin98 for the prompt! I loved it! And again, I apologize for the long wait!***

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@thegrimgrinningghost

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@cosmixbun

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@ester-is-here

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[rogue-durin-16]

LIFE-SAVING SHARPIE

Summary: Despite being a muggle, Y/n's mother was an expert in divination. She tried to teach Y/n, who saw it as a mere muggle game. But, oh, what a powerful weapon a muggle game can become in the hands of the right witch.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst (w/ a good ending)

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: injuries, death(ish)

A/N: I'm not saying I'm incapable of writing an angsty ending for a Fred Weasley story, but I'd rather not do that, so here comes a stupid story that occurred to me this morning, enjoy <3

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"Y/l/n!" I sighed. "Is it true?"

"Your mom is into divination?" George question made me throw my head back in desperation as both twins made their way through the Great Hall to meet me.

I knew that day would be a bumpy one the moment we entered in the Divination classroom. The fact that a muggleborn aced a new subject since class one was strange.

I knew I would have to give some explanation to my friends after. Ron was particularly shocked by the fact that my muggle mother had taught me —against my will, may I say— lots of Divination-related things. I knew Ron, being Ron, would surely tell every soul that would listen about his discovery, but I had hoped for him to wait until the third period at least.

"Secrets spread like wildfire here." I said.

"Are you secretly a soothsayer?"

"Yes, Fred. You see, I have the Sight." I ironically stated, and, seeing this as a perfect opportunity to get closer to the boy I fancied, I added "Want me to read your palm?"

They shared an amused look, fully aware that I was joking. Even in the Wizarding World, divination wasn't something to believe in.

There were supposed to be people able to see the future, such as professor Trelawney, but no student had seen her predict a thing, so she wasn't the best example.

George was the first one to sit down. "Predict my future, oh, you who were gifted with the Sight." I snorted as he laid his palm before my eyes.

I picked his hand on mines, "Hmm..." Fred hovering over my form from behind wasn't ideal for me to concentrate. "Okay so..." I felt one of his hands toying with the clasp of my necklace, brushing my nape. "Will you stop touching my necklace and sit down?" I demanded.

"Yeah Fred, sit down." George reprimanded his brother. "She's trying to see my future." I heard Fred chuntering before he plopped down on my other side, leaning on a tad too close for my liking. "Alright, fortuneteller, is there a love line?"

Of course he would ask about that. "Let's see..." I traced said line, unable to remember to the T what my mom had tried to teach me. "So, the heart line is arched... Which means..."

"That you can't tell a thing?" I slapped Fred's arm.

"Which means he's balanced." I corrected him. "You're able to realize when you need to take care of yourself, and when you should let a someone in." George seemed invested. "You'll have just one serious partner, but they'll be the right one."

"Well, that doesn't sound half bad, huh?" He looked at me with a content smile.

"My turn." Fred spoke, smacking his brother's hand away and replacing it with his left one. "The line of life or whatever." He scooted a bit closer and I felt my heartbeat pick up. "What's my fate?"

"Are you left-handed, Fred?" I questioned with an eyebrow raised, already knowing the answer. "I need your dominant hand." Oh well, that came out wrong.

"Straightforward, are we?" George snorted at his brother's remark as he exchanged hands, turning to straddle the bench to be more comfortable. "Alright, what do you see?" He had leaned on to the point where he only needed to tilt his head down a couple of inches to rest it on my shoulder.

"A hand." I deadpanned, which earned a playful push from him. "Okay, okay— I see..." A puzzled frown took over my gaze. "Wait—" I turned to George. "gimme your hand."

"What?" Fred questioned, shifting his position ever so slightly.

"Uhm..." The frown grew bigger, and I had to remind myself what I was doing was a joke. "You... don't have a lifeline?" I dubiously informed. "I mean— it sorta... Starts? but then it fades away." I widened my eyes and froze, remembering what that meant.

I saw Fred tilting his head slightly. "Is it so bad that you won't tell me what it means?" He asked jokingly in order to lighten my distraught mood.

"It— well, it means that you'll die at a young age." My eyes met his and, despite the amused smile that always danced on his lips, fear slipped out of his orbs now, too.

"Wait what?" George propped himself on his forearms to see his brother's palm. "Can't be. Check mine?"

"I just did, you git." George wasn't even smiling. Maybe he did believe it. "Yours is fine."

The three of us stayed in silence for an instant. Even if none of us believed in divination, the fact that Fred had no lifeline was rather unsettling.

"It's fine." I cleared my throat, turning to my bag and leaving Fred's hand over the table on the process. "Apart from seeing the future, I can fix lifelines." They looked at each other when they saw me grab a sharpie. "Don't move." I demanded, holding down Fred's right hand before tracing a black line where the lifeline was supposed to be. "There. A long, healthy life."

When I looked back at the twins' faces, I saw them ready to laugh. Distress had already left them, and that helped my own evaporate.

"Merlin, Y/n!" Fred dramatically exclaimed. "You've just saved my life!"

"She sure did." George agreed, patting my back.

"Now go and tell Ron to shut up." I didn't want to imagine what would happen if people started to believe I could actually predict their future; the twins were sceptic and even they had somehow fallen for it.

I was so focused on George getting up that I didn't even notice Fred's hand flipping and wrapping around mine.

A soft kiss was placed on my cheek and I felt my face heating up even before meeting Fred's proud grin. "Figured I'd give my savior something in repay." His eyes seemed to flicker to my lips for a second; it's just my imagination, I thought, unaware of Fred's thumb caressing the back of my hand until he removed it in order to stand up.

Four Years Later

FRED'S P. O. V.

One second I was laughing at Percy's joke, and the next one everything was black; not only visually, everything was pitch black in every fucking sense.

I heard nothing, I couldn't touch anything, my voice was gone.

My mind was completely blank, until a thought slipped in my brain: 'you'll die at a young age'.

My head was spiralling now. I was dead. That's what death felt like? Nothing?

Y/n's words kept going on and on, frying my brain. How ironic it was that the voice I would have forever in my mind belonged to the girl I had been in love with since I was fourteen, and the words were what we thought to be her silly prediction.

I had no idea how long it had been, but suddenly I felt it; a tear running down my cheek. A flaming hot tear, burning its way off my face. Then I felt something else, some sort of rope wrapping tight around my right hand and wrist, so tight that it made my pulse speed up.

My pulse.

It dawned on me that my heart was beating fast against my chest. It was beating.

I needed to breathe.

"FRED!" Someone forced my eyes open; It was Percy. I couldn't see him right away because the lights were blinding to my eyes, but I recognised his voice. "FRED SAY SOMETHING!"

"Y/n..." I couldn't hear my own voice, but I felt her name going through my vocal cords.

"HE'S ALIVE!" Ron cried. "you're alive-" my sight was blurry but I could pick out my younger brother's crown in front of me as he sobbed over my chest.

"We gotta get him out of here right now!!" Of course it was Hermione who got everyone moving. As both my brothers managed to pick me up, I felt my eyes closing once more. Not even the fear of not waking up again stopped me from passing out.

READER'S P. O. V.

I had volunteered as Healer to help Madam Pomfrey during the Battle, that's why it was me who received two Weasleys practically dragging a third one into the improvised infirmary.

I recognised him from his jacket. "Fred..." At first I thought it was his corpse, that's how bad he looked.

"Y/N!!" It was only when Fred seemed to tilt his head up due to Ron's cry that I reacted, rushing to help them. "Keep him alive!" I only nodded, taking Ron's place as he took off.

With one of his arms over my shoulders and the other over his brother's, we managed to carry him to one of the stretchers; his painful weak groans went directly into my ear as we moved him, triggering the tears I was holding to fall.

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FRED'S P. O. V.

"—alive, somehow." Y/n's voice, though it sounded far away, let me know she was close. "No, don't wake him up."

"Listen, you gotta get him to St. Mungo." It seemed George the one talking, but his voice was too shaky to tell. "in an hour this is gonna get really ugly, I want him out."

"George, we're besieged." Her tone was hopeless.

"Look at him, You said it— It's a bloody miracle he's still breathing." my brother's voice shattered; all I wanted was to get up, hug him and say I was okay, but I felt my brain spinning once more. "Bill and I will escort you out of the castle so..."

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The next time I opened my eyes, terror inundated me; everything was dark again. I gasped for air and propped myself up, instantly regretting it. A stabbing pain attacked every part of my body, triggering a shocked cry out of me.

"What are you doing?!" Y/n whisper-shouted, before placing both her hands over my chest to push me back to the bed again. "Are you mental?" Her fingertips moved out of the way a bandage that covered my eyes. "Oi, listen," when she noticed my shaky hands desperately trying to reach my face, she took them in hers. "You're safe."

I tried to say something —anything—, but my throat was sore, and the only thing that was able to leave it was her name.

"Shhh." She hushed me, letting one of her hands travel to my face. "You have to rest." I would have sworn she was crying, but I couldn't tell. "Everything'll get better." Her thumb stroking my cheek was the most soothing thing I had ever felt, so it wasn't difficult for me to close my eyes, this time willingly, though I was equally scared. "I'll stay by your side." The reassuring squeeze her hand gave me, made me aware that she had noticed my fear.

Before drifting off, I felt Y/n's lips placing a chaste kiss on my forehead, making my heart hammer against my chest.

I was still alive.

A Month Later

READER'S P. O. V.

It was Ron who sent me an owl the moment Fred finally got out of the hospital. He informed me that, instead of going to the Burrow to rest a few days—as planned—, ha had gone straight to the shop.

That's how I found myself the next morning inside Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, which was not-so-surprisingly full of people again.

Due to the huge amount of customers, it was relatively difficult for me to spot the twins.

Apparently, I turned out to be easy to spot.

"Y/n!" I turned in the stairs' direction to be met with a very enthusiastic George who, before I could even greet him, engulfed me in a hug.

"I see you can't catch a break." I observed, pulling away with a big smile on my face. That place really made the trick to bring joy to everyone.

"You can't imagine." He replied, his gaze wandering around before pulling my hand. "Oi, Fred! Look who dropped by!" He shouted over the hubbub, leading me to the till counter, behind which I saw the reason why I had come in the first place.

Just as Fred's eyes noticed me, he attempted to rush out of the till. I left George's side as soon as I realized that he, in fact, couldn't really rush out.

"Merlin's beard!" Despite he had just had to grip the counter in order not to fall, he tried again. "Take it easy, will you?" I scolded him, steadying him by his forearms and helping him step back to rest against the till. "Do you want to go back to the hospital?"

"If you're the one taking care of me, I wouldn't complain." The first time his eyes fell on my lips, I missed it because I was still securing him. The second time it was impossible to miss. "You know? Your sharpie saved my life."

I snorted at his nonsensical words. "You're delirious, Weasley." My hands finally left his forearms, just to be picked up on his. "Still suffering from the concussion?" I joked, trying to deviate my own attention from my fast heartbeat.

Another glance at my lips.

"I should get going." George spoke behind me.

"I was going to visit you tomorrow." Fred stated, his gaze now focused on my eyes.

"Sorry to break it to you, love," I pointed out, motioning at him with our hands still held. "But you can barely walk."

"Yeah, but I needed to see you." He looked somehow sheepish; I doubted I had ever seen him like that before. "I'm gonna be as clear and concise as possible—" He cleared his throat and forced himself to look at me. "I'm pretty much in love with you." I didn't know my eye could go as wide as they went. "Thing's I've known for a good couple of years now." He shrugged. "Telling you scared me, but then this happened." He gestured at himself. "And now not being able to tell you scares me even more." His eyes scanned me before looking around. "This wasn't the ideal place to tell you, but I didn't want to wait any longer."

I gulped, trying to process it as fast as possible.

"For Godric's sake, Y/n," he gently tugged my hand. "Say something, please." Fear started to take over him, even if he tried to keep it at bay. "It's alright if you don't feel the same, we can still be friends, I promise—"

"How do I kiss you without hurting you?" I questioned, already feeling the heat on my cheeks.

I could tell by his face that, out of everything I could have said, he was not expecting the answer I had given him. "Ever the caring one." He let go of my hands to cup my cheeks. "Just kiss me," he sounded so happy, it was contagious. "I'll deal with the pain later."

I listened to him and, holding onto his blazer, stood on my tiptoes and crashed my lips against his— only because I had been wanting to kiss him for too fucking long.

I got lost in the kiss and my brain completely dismissed that an entire wall had collapsed over the boy before me just a month ago; my hands went up to his neck, pulling him closer and, consequently, earning a painful groan from him.

"Shit! sorry." I was quick to let go, suddenly very aware of our surroundings, too.

He just shook his head and pulled my back to him, this time by my hips. "I said I'll deal with it later." He spoke against my lips before going in for a second kiss.

I was more gentle now, careful not to cause him too much pain.

To our dismay, we were interrupted.

"You said love confession!" George snapped us out of it; this time the groan Fred let out was from annoyance. "not snogging session in front of our customers! Get to work!"

He huffed, unwillingly separating from me. "If you stick around until lunch time, we can resume this."

I pretended to think about it. "I guess I can find something to do until then." My smile was as wide as his, and it grew wider when he pulled my into a hug, placing a kiss on the crown of my head. "I love you too, by the way."

His laugh reverberated on his chest. "Good to know."

"Freddie! Now!" This time it was me who groaned at George's demands.

"Help me out, love." Fred requested, pulling away from me so I could help him move behind the till counter. "See you in a couple of hours?" I nodded, pecking his cheeks and walking away from the shop.

It was when I started to walk down the Diagon Alley that it clicked.

His lifeline.

The sharpie.

"OH MY FUCK—"

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