#I feel like I'm going through life with weights around my ankles and I'm so fucking sick of it

[mickstart]

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#laurambles #yeah that's right I'm gonna continue to be the guy who always has problems #I'm so fucking sick of slowly rotting away when i Want to experience life I Want to grow and accomplish things #but I feel so terrified and so depressed and so STUPID and confused all the time about everything #I feel like I'm going through life with weights around my ankles and I'm so fucking sick of it #im sick of the most used word in my diary being Rot and sincerely meaning that #like I'm already dead and I'm just waiting for the inevitable consequences to hit

[ghouljams]

Reverse Fae!AU feat. Seer!König and Fae!Liebling

Alright, these dumbasses won the poll so here's their start. The return of Liebling's nastier habit and also me jacking up her impulse drive because it's fun. Fae!König would be terribly jealous of his human counterpart, what do you mean fae!Liebling is utterly obsessed? She's insane, I love her. (She's not trapped with him, he's trapped with her)

There's a man inspecting your branches. He's tall, leaning far down to touch your leaves. His eyes are darkly ringed, and in his back pocket there's a scrap of cloth, a mask. He scares and intrigues you in equal measure. He presses his thumb against one of your thorns, letting it break skin before pulling back. The red drop of it falls onto the soil as he presses the digit to his lips. You blink up at him through your thorns, the shield of it feeling more like a prison when faced with him. Your heart beats a little faster, heat flooding your veins as his fingers brush against leaves and gently pluck at the edges of your stems.

He holds a branch out of the way, fingers carefully avoiding the thorns, and reaches his other arm into the heart of your home. You hesitate before reaching up and wrapping your fingers around his. Curious, you've never had someone put themselves in such harm's way before. Not for you. Like a gun going off as soon as you touch him, he grabs you. His grip is tight, immediate and bruising. He pulls you from your home, dragging you through your lovely thorns before you can try to struggle. You yank at his grip, even as he holds you in the summer air, twisting to try and scramble back into your safety. He looks at you, he looks at you. You curl in towards yourself, trying to hide, your thorns reach for you and the man holds you up higher out of their reach. Pain shoots down your arm as your shoulder holds the brunt of your weight. You shout in pain and your thorns react.

They reach for him instead, whips that lash against his legs and dig their spikes into his firm muscle. He hisses, wincing, and wraps his arm around you to hold you against his chest. You push against him, your hands small against his broad chest, his grip unrelenting. Bigger and stronger than you. You switch tactics.

Your thorns wrap around his legs, root him to the ground as you turn to dig your claws into his shoulders, your teeth into his neck. The firm flesh gives under your teeth, blood popping bright on your tongue as you bite him. He flinches, his arms tighten around you as you hold him there. You growl, sink your teeth deeper, threaten to rip clear through his throat if he doesn't let you free. His grip loosens and you take the split second to dislodge your teeth, and scramble from his arms as he smacks a hand against his bleeding neck.

You thorns gather back around you, a protective shield against another grab from your would be captor. You press back on the branches, unnerved by the calmness in the man's eyes even as he holds his life bleeding under his hand.

"Stop looking at me," you snap, wrapping your arms around yourself, "you're not supposed to look at me."

"You're beautiful," his breath rasps, and you feel heat rush through your veins again. You squeeze yourself a little tighter, trying to quell the sudden rapid beat of your heart. This man pulled you from safety, kept you from your thorns, a spare compliment shouldn't make you feel so weak.

"I'm-" you swallow, eyes darting around the garden. He reaches a hand towards you and his fingers brushing your ankle, you pull your legs towards your chest. "I'll bite you again," you warn him. His eyes spark excitedly.

"That would be rude, this is my property you're intruding on," he grabs your ankle, and pulls you out of yourself, "my property, my garden, my thorns-"

"Blackberries," you grit, correcting him without thinking as you dig your fingers into the dirt to hold yourself against his pull.

"Blackberries," he accepts with a smile before continuing, "and my faerie, who is going to apologize for biting me." You're dragged back towards him, the clover littering the garden scrapes your skin and your fingers gouge the dirt trying to keep yourself in place.

"One bite is hardly-"

"One bite?" He laughs, clicks his tongue. A shiver drips down your spine, settles hot between your legs. "One bite," he releases your leg and you try to kick him. He catches it with his bloody hand, the crimson smearing over your skin as it soaks the collar of his tee. He drags his shirt up with his clean hand, his torso littered with half healed scratches, punctures from thorns, bites. "Liebling," he coos as your eyes dart away from him, "you leave your thorns in my bed and think I can't find them again?" His hands grab your hips and tug you up, hold you against his chest as your legs scramble to avoid falling over his lap.

He's so solid, so warm. His blood calls to you, your teeth ache to sink into him again, your lips to feel his skin. Your mouth waters as you press close. Waters the same way it has since he moved in, since you saw him in the garden and felt your heart race watching him pull his shirt up to wipe the sweat from his brow. The shift in your weight drags your hips against his, let's you feel the firm heat of his rapidly growing hardness. You rock down against it as you lean to drag your tongue along his neck. He grabs you by the hair and pulls your head back, just as you get the first taste of blood. You press your fingers to your lips, press your tongue against them to feel the lingering tingle of seer blood.

Your hand is tugged away and replaced by his tongue sliding against yours, licking it into his mouth with a low groan. He sucks the taste of iron from your tongue, his big hands roaming your skin as his teeth scrape against the wet muscle. His tongue invades your mouth, pushes inside with an insistence that makes your eyes flutter closed, a purr starting low and rumbling in your chest.

"Du schmeckst so gut," he murmurs, grabbing your face to hold you in place, "Du schmeckst wie meine, meine Liebling."

"Yours?" You hope, fingers dancing over the warm wound on his neck.

"Mine," he growls. Everything in your chest lights up warm and golden, your thorns sharpen themselves excitedly. You're all too eager to dig your claws into this man, to make him yours in return, a reward for seeking out the sharp parts of you. You'll sharpen yourself against his rocks, and keep out anyone who'd dare try taking him from you.

"Give me your name," you whisper, feeling his lips dragging against yours, his smile.

"König," he lies, half lies. You can feel it piecing itself against your tethers, the hidden tendrils of his real name still locked up tight. You'll get it, your thorns aren't just to keep out trespassers.

They're for keeping your treasure in.

#cod x reader #x reader #cod x oc #x oc #könig fanfiction #könig x reader #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig #könig mw2 #könig x oc #oc: liebling #fae!könig #1fae1 #könig just yoinking liebling from her bush is very funny to me #reach into your local brush and see if u can find a girlfriend #another military asset pulling a fae wife #i have many thoughts on seer!könig #liebling is a blackberry fae because shes sweet but hard to get #lucky könig is a bit of a masochist #ok a lot of a masochist but hes a nasty boy #i should write down my masochist könig headcanons

[religions--in-your--lips]

hiiii! Could you write a Jeremiah Fisher x reader where while they’re surfing on the beach the reader falls against the reef and go unconscious and Jeremiah takes them back to the Fisher’s house? And like the reader has a broken ankle or something but she keeps saying that she’s fine and tries to get up? Lot of fluff please! And don’t feel pressured to write or anything, thank you! 🧡

Accidents Happen

J. fisher x fem!reader

cw: swearing, mentions of blood, injuries

preview: jeremiah trying to teach reader how to surf and reader doesn't know how to surf, like, at all

To say you were nervous was an understatement. The waves were big, suddenly bigger than any wave you've ever seen now that you knew why Jeremiah really brought you to the beach.

"Jere, are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, I've never even touched a surf board in my life." You bit your lip anxiously, not taking your eyes off of the water for even a second. "Y/n, relax. You'll be fine," Jeremiah paused to look over at you. "You have me." He flashed you a smile before grabbing your hand.

"Now come on, it'll be fun." And just like that, he started running towards the water with you. He'd already tied the strap around your ankle and gave you the run down on what to do so there were no excuses you could really make. And to be fair, he was right.

You were probably overthinking the whole thing. I mean, how hard could standing on a board really be?

You needed to branch out more, try new things; and this was a perfect start. "Fuck it!" You yelled into the air as you ran with him.

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So far, you were doing really good. You'd been out in the water for about 30 minutes, and you'd only fallen 5 times. You were now determined to hit at least one big wave without falling down. You saw one coming, feeling a rush of adrenaline flow through your veins as you looked at Jeremiah.

"I'm gonna do it!" You yelled over at him with a smile on your face. "Hell yeah!" He yelled back, clapping.

You got yourself ready, fully confident that it was finally going to happen. You stood up running your hand through your hair as the wave creeper up. That's when it happened.

The wave hit so hard that it knocked you off your board, causing your ankle to get stuck in the strap. In trying to swim up, your other ankle got stuck in some coral and your head hit something before you went unconscious.

Next thing you remember, you were sitting on the Fishers' couch in their beach house. You blink your eyes open, looking around the area. "What happened?"

Jeremiah jumps as he walked back into the room, basket full of your favorite snacks not noticing you were awake. "Y/n? Thank God, you've been out for a little over an hour. Are you okay? Does anything hurt? Do you f-" "Jere," You grab his hand, causing him to stop. "Calm down, I'm fine. What happened?"

He took a breath in, looking anywhere but you. "The big wave you were excited about caught you off guard and hit you. You fell off your board and got stuck in some coral. When I went down to get you, you were unconscious and your ankle was bleeding."

You looked down at your left ankle when he said it, bringing your hand to run across the now scabbed over cut. Your head slowly started to throb as you closed your eyes shut, wincing when Jere put his hand on your shoulder. "What's wrong?" He asked, his tone worried.

"Head just hurts. I'm going to go to the bathroom." You went to stand up but the moment your right ankle hit the ground and you put your weight on it, you yelped.

"Shit," you sighed under your breath. "What?" You pulled your ankle up to inspect it, now seeing the purple and the welling going on around it. "I think I broke it." Your tone was sad as you frowned, leaning against the couch. "Y/n I'm so sorry, I never meant for any of this to happen."

He sounded guilty as he spoke, running a hand through his hair. "It was just supposed to be a fun afternoon. God, Y/n, I'm so sorry." He almost sounded like he was going to cry. Jere hated seeing you hurt.

You placed your hand on the back of his head, scratching gently. "Jere it's okay, it's not your fault I suck at surfing." You laughed softly, trying to lighten the mood. "I do think I need to go to the doctor though, my ankle needs to get looked at." You spoke quietly.

"I'll get my mom to call your mom and tell her to meet us there." "Deal. Bring the snacks with us." You smiled, shoving his shoulder. "Yes ma'am."

#jeremiah fisher x reader #jeremiah fisher #jeremiah fisher tsitp #tsitp #the summer i turned pretty #the summer i turned pretty x reader

[siriusleee]

wip game | like blood on iron preview

i was tagged by @dotcie in the wip game; i got 34 votes for Like Blood on Iron so here is a preview into the future.

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The dress is beautiful, you think as Maggie's fingers lace the back up gently. You want to apologize to her; this should have been her dress - she is the one who wants to get married. The weight of your disappointment grows heavier as Lily works around Maggie, her fingers pinning your hair up deftly with Grandma's pins. 

You don't recognize yourself when they step away; the white of the dress sparkling back at you in the wavy mirror, blurring your features as you furiously try to blink back the tears that threaten to ruin the entire thing. 

"It's going to be alright," Maggie soothes, fingers running down the fabric of your shoulders. "And you'll still be close - Jonathan asked Father if Lily and I could come stay with you for a while after the two of you return from your trip."

"I'm not sure my husband would appreciate sharing a bed with the three of us."

Maggie's distorted reflection smiles weakly at you in the mirror; you clasp her hand tightly, hoping the sweat doesn't stain the delicate white fabric. 

A heavy knock reverberates through the house - you feel it shake the floorboards beneath you. 

"I'll get it," Lily says, slipping out of the door, heavy dress swishing around her ankles. You think of her asking you to tighten her dress, of the way she'd smiled at the boy in the market. Soon you'll be getting her ready for her own wedding, and you wonder if she'll consider it a death sentence like you or look forward to it like Maggie. 

Her voice is muffled; you try to focus on it as Maggie ducks beneath your bilious skirts to help you slide your shoes on. You teeter on one foot, and she grabs your calf to try to help you from falling. Lily's feet patter up the steps, and she trips through the door, skirt catching on a snag on the floor.

"There's-" she's breathless from rushing up the stairs, "there's someone here to see you."

You know who it is by the way she stumbles over the word 'somebody'. 

Maggie's warm hand finishes the lacing on your shoe before she emerges from the cloud of skirts around you, hair disheveled. Lily's still staring at you, the thread of her dress connecting her to the floor.

Your heart squeezes in your chest; you grip the lace at your wrist hard enough you can feel some of the threads snapping. 

You know it's a horrible idea: to see him now. But you push past Maggie and Lilly, tripping on the skirt as you do your best to keep your balance flying down their stairs. The feeling of him courses through your veins as your feet hit the main landing; but the entryway is empty. Your stomach sinks; he must have left, must have -

"You look beautiful."

Simon stares at you from the kitchen doorway; hands clasped behind his back. He's devoid of his usual mask; pale skin exposed to the world. His eyes are dark, the skin around them gaunt and sleep deprived. You long to reach out and grab him, but you keep your hands to yourself. 

"What are you doing here?" You ask, trying and failing to keep your voice steady. 

"I wanted to see you again before I couldn't."

A thousand wild thoughts course through you: this wouldn't have to end the two of you. You could still see each other, in secret; you would do anything to keep him, but you know what his answer to it would be. How he would shake his head, and tell you it's impossible. 

"Why today? You could have come to see me days ago."

"I wanted a glimpse into a different life."

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[ablatheringblatherskite]

Some whump fanfics that have low-key (or high-key) traumatized me forever

(aka some of my fave whump fics I've read so far)

(will reblog with more fics the more I read!!)

You Monster

fandom: Wednesday

whumpee: Tyler Galpin

You have had nightmares for weeks, waking up covered in sweat. Tonight feels no different; but it is. There is something calling to you, deep within the woods.

By @ArchivedTrash! A second person body horror fic all about Tyler transforming into the Hyde. It's. It's just so good. Literally the first second person AND body horror fic I'd ever read and still one of my faves forever.

Who Deserves This?

fandom: The Phantom of the Opera

whumpee: the whole trio tbh, but mainly Raoul

Erik runs out of patience and lets his temper get the best of him, costing him the boy's life and Christine's pity.

By my lovely mutual @rumpletrumple. This fic messed me up good :)))

She loves a pretty face

fandom: The Phantom of the Opera

whumpee: Raoul de Chagny

Erik scars Raoul. Raoul tries to move past it, but Christine won't talk to him, and Erik won't leave him alone.

By @convenientalias! This is one of my fav POTO fics, ngl. This was just. UGH. It was so good oh my GOSH. I love me some good Raoul whump AND THIS WAS SOME GOOD RAOUL WHUMP RIGHT HERE. AUGH. Scarring, threats, manipulation, tying to a chair, sacrificial love, oh my!!

Obedience

fandom: Batfam

whumpee: Tim Drake

Something is seriously wrong with Tim—Jason just knows it. Ever since the Mad Hatter incident, Tim has been acting completely different, and the worst part is that no one believes Jason when he tells them so. But when the truth is eventually revealed, the whole family comes to realize that the situation is far worse than anyone could have ever predicted.

By @sohotthateveryonedied! This left me disturbed and with low-key an existential crisis???? With one of my fave kinds of whump, forced obedience. This fic also gave me a newfound appreciation for "Perfection whump" (whump centered around being forced to be perfect). It's just so good and whumpy AND angsty and I'm. OUGH. *CHEF'S KISS*

all the king's horses

fandom: Voltron

whumpee: Keith

It wasn’t the blade sinking into the flesh of his palm, nor the smell of wood smoke and incense permeating the air that woke Keith. Nor was it the weight of iron-wrought shackles hanging heavy from his wrists and ankles. No, it was the sinister giggle in his ear and frigid fingers carding through his head that roused Keith from a dead slumber. He didn’t remember going to sleep at all—in fact, he wasn’t so sure he’d been asleep so much as knocked out. His head ached with a throbbing pulse and he couldn’t quite bring the world into focus. The room was dark, shadows dancing along the dingy wall certainly not helping things. A groan escaped him despite himself. "Don't worry, it'll only hurt for a bit."

By @glitteringconstellations! This fic actually. was the most traumatizing thing I'd ever read HAHAHAHA. Like, not even kidding, I still haven't recovered from it. It's. Like I highly recommend it but it's VERY much horror and VERY creepy and disturbing. AND I MEAN DISTURBING. It's SO GOOD but I was definitely traumatized and not okay after :))

#whump writing #whumpblr #fic recs #asterrisks #whump #the phantom of the opera #phantom of the opera #wednesday #batfam #batman #dc #voltron legendary defender #voltron #tyler galpin #raoul de chagny #tim drake #red robin #keith voltron

[strangelockd]

Hii!! How are u? 🥰

Could you write something with the prompts 7.“how mad would you be if i kissed you?” and 2.“my lipgloss is all over your lips.” from the fluff list with Stephen pls

Fates Embrace

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Sinister Strange x FemReader

Summary: Your sick at the Sanctum and Stephen being poor with words tries to comfort you in his own special way leading to a much greater surprise.

•Im slowly chipping away at my requests and this one was so long overdue. I really tried keeping it fluff but i couldn’t help myself. There were many directions that this fic could have taken but I hope you love it. The story was inspired by Harry Styles and you can find the song on my Sinister Playlist•

“Sinister was fully convinced that if you tasted half as divine as the forbidden fruit of Eve, then he absolutely understood her succumb to the surrender of temptation”

You had been nauseous for days, and no amount of rest seemed to make it better. With a shaking hand, you reached for the bed pan, the cool porcelain a welcome contrast to your already warm skin. Setting the bed pan on the floor, you groaned, wiping the leftover vomit from your cheek. Yep you definitely were sick no doubt. Despite having everything you needed from herbal tea to nausea medication, Sinister still paced the room in a worry for your health; you are his world after all.

Leaning against the foot of the bed Sinister pawed the comforter on the four poster bed, “are you sure there's nothing else I can do for you my love,” eyeing you like a hawk he was seeking your gaze making sure you were not just playing the hero. Stephen could always see right through your poker face. Letting out a small hum you smiled reassuring him, “Babe relax, it's just a little bug. You as a doctor even said it's more than likely a common cold, trust me I will be fine in a few days.”

Sinisters chilled hands slowly slithered from the warmth of the blankets, searching for your feet, which were hidden under the many layers of blankets, “Yes yes I know my pet, it's just that I can’t help but worry for you so,” his grip tightened more around your ankles as if you would disappear like smoke. Sinister had always felt alone in the world, and he had never expected to find someone who could make him feel so connected and loved. He had believed that he could never be happy, but you knew deep down that Sinister was willing to do anything to keep you in his life. The thought of losing you was unbearable to him, and it felt like his own personal hell.

Seeing the worry laced in his eyes you shot him a comforting smile,“Stephen, trust me I'm not going anywhere. You know i'm with you forever in this life,” extending your arms outwards beckoning him to join you. Sinister for a second was taken aback; feeling a sudden warmth spread over him he couldn't help but grin, his heart swelled with your irrevocable love so much that he could burst. Letting out a soft contented sigh he couldn't help but feel unbrimmed joy for being so wanted by such a divine woman. For how could he say no to his queen, the very person he would sacrifice his own life for.

Kicking off the heavy boots they made a slight thump against the wooden floorboards as your husband manifested a beautiful purple indigo smoke. The smoke cascading around him as he opted to change into his comfiest pair of dark purple pajamas leaving you in awe. You have been with him for years and even doing basic things, Sinister was the pure definition of elegance and it bever failed to leave you breathless. Feeling the weight of his form shift on the mattress, Sinister slowly made his way across the burgundy comforter. He snuggled close to you, wrapping himself in the warmth of the covers sighing contentedly.

Sinisters scarred hands reached over to gently cup your jaw placing a delicate kiss to your forehead. He nuzzled his nose against yours adding softly, “…In this life. And the next my love. For I have crossed oceans of time to find you and I will never lose you,” his finger traced your cheek softly as his blue eyes searched yours, the sentiment making you blush a deeper red. Placing a hand above his you leaned in to his touch, batting your lashes softly you couldn't help but melt into his eyes that reflected your very own.

“And you'll always have me, Stephen Strange,” breathing in his scent you closed your eyes, “For my heart and soul are yours and yours alone,” breaking the gap Sinister leaned into your lips. The sudden connection made you moan as he traced your lower lip with his tongue tasting your skin. It was so hypnotic, so mesmerizing that you suddenly snapped back to reality pulling away not wanting him to catch your cold. Feeling your resistance his strong hands only pulled you flush to his chest.

“Babe, don’t! You'll catch whatever I got,” you protested. Sinister couldn't help but chuckle at your declaration.

“Darling, I'm a man with the power of gods. It will take more than a cold to stop me from adoring you”, feeling the brush of his goatee against your delicate earlobe. His lips were so close to yours that you could feel his heat radiating from them. His lips ghosted your collarbone, his breath sweet and warm as he continued to ghost across your soft skin, sending a shiver of pleasure through your body and a fire of desire awakening in your core. Cocking his head to the side Sinister gently pinched your chin between his thumb and forefinger, eyes laced with mischief he had a better idea in mind.

“How mad would you be if I kissed that beautiful mouth of yours?” He smirked, taking note of your sudden tight grip on the crimson sheets. Hes such a fucking tease…

Pulling away once more in an attempt to resist, you looked into his eyes and you could clearly tell that all your husband wanted to do was to be there to make you feel good no matter what. “I dunno,” biting your lip you smirked, “why not find out.” The familiar feeling of his hands slithered against the back of your neck as he pulled you in slowly, kissing you once more he tasted the sweetness of your lips. The essence of strawberries sticking to his mind imprinted on his eidetic memory forever. He wanted to drown in you for the rest of his days. You both pulled away chuckling like a couple of school kids as his hands sought your face tracing your jawline, his breath welcoming against your soft delicate flesh.

“Delicious,” he cooed, giving your lower lip a gentle nip.

Damn him…

Sinister always brought you great joy even on days you were not at your best, times when you were sure he would leave after seeing your unsavory sides. You knew that deep down he would walk through fire for you, proving all too well his devotion time and time again leaving you with no doubts. Sinisters hands trailed down your curves resting at the slope of your hips guiding you to his lap. You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his once more as his hands traced your thighs gripping them firmly. Pulling away to look into your eyes he smiled brushing your cheek with unbridled admiration.

“I love you y/n,” he proclaimed, palms giving a slight tremble, “you know that right?”

Your heart swelled at the profession of his words only for them to taper, it broke your heart knowing he was alone for so long and yet still felt uncertainty about your devotion. Years if self loathing convinced him that his blackened heart was too difficult to bear, that he was a burden and needed to hide from the light forever. But here you are loving it through all the dirt to bare something of a diamond underneath the crevice of his newly alivened heart.

Heart racing you leaned in kissing him deeper, showing him how much he truly means to you. His moans drowning all thought as you pulled away looking him in the eyes. “And I love you Stephen Strange. I always have,” nibbling his earlobe in return you felt his grip tighten. You were sure there would be mark’s later no doubt, but in the moment you couldn’t care less. He growled pulling you in for another kiss, taking note of your nightgown riding up your thighs he smirked suddenly flipping you to once more your backside.

“Stephen!” You cried feeling him slither down between your thighs taking note of what's below. Or lack thereof.

“Hmm no panties?” His eyes suddenly turning dark and piercing it shot right to your center causing you to involuntarily rock your hips against his goatee.

“Mmm ya,” giving a teasing smile, “Didn't feel like it,” flashing him a cheeky wink it only spurred him on more to dig into your needy heat inhaling your arousal.

“You naughty girl,” his voice laced with a husky desire as you felt the welcoming sensation of his fingers slipping deeper into your thighs. His fingers gliding between the folds of your heat as his thumb traced circles around your clit.

“Always so wet for me my pet,” slipping two fingers inside he watched as your body writhed against his touch, “and my cock isnt even inside you yet,” he teased, pumping his digits at a steady pace. Sinister watched in awe as he felt your pussy clamp down like a vice around his fingers.

“You're such a good girl. Do you know that? Do you know how beautiful you look coming undone by my hands?” His eyes glowed under the light as he watched on, your legs trembling. He felt them spread wider, practically welcoming him to feast upon you. You get off on the praise, and he knows it all too well. Your body arched and pebbled against his touch as if you were fabricated just for him. Your reaction alone was enough to make his stiffened cock ache between his trousers. The only thoughts going through his mind were mine mine mine…like a sacred prayer only for you.

“I adore you. Your absolutely beautiful,” he purred, pressing his face into you deeper he traced his tongue over your wet folds making you moan deeper only urging him to need more. Sinister wanted to drown in your essence for this was his paradise and his alone, you locked around him wanting to be entangled in this state for eternity. Swirling your clit in a figure eight his mouth continued its assault as he felt your climax grip around his digits, you were close and nothing felt more sweeter or divine than this very moment. You moaning for him and only him alone. Your fingers laced through his ravenous strands pushing him deeper as his hands reached up, ripping the straps off your gown to expose your perfect bare breast on display. His hands immediately seeking your exposed nipples, giving them a gentle twist. It was just enough to send you over the edge as his right hand continued pumping in and out of your throbbing cunt claiming him only tighter.

Sinister takinging in the staggered rise and fall of your breath he placed his hand on the flat of your stomach in an attempt to steady yourself. For a moment he felt something…a heartbeat. But it…it can't be? His heart fluttered and flipped all at once with the sudden possible realization but there was something more pressing that demanded his attention and that was you.

“Ste-Stephen I’m gonna!”

The echo of your pleasured moans suddenly snapping him back to reality. This is the only thing he ever wants to do, be lost in you. Devoting every waking moment to your pleasure.

“That's it! That's my girl,” His thumb pressing firm circles on your clit as his lips traced yours, “your so beautiful when you come”

Your mouth shot open in a silent scream as you arched off the mattress, your heat riding his digits as he finger fucked you through your orgasm. The curling of his hand making you see stars, he truly did have magic hands in more ways than one.

Sinisters mind suddenly shot to the thought of what he felt in the base of your tummy. Tracing his palm over his chest he instinctively placed the other over your lower tummy, your elbows propped you up as your heart fluttered when you casted your gaze upon your husband.

“Stephen? What's wrong?” You asked with bated breath.

“Nothing my love,” he spoke with promise, his gaze still fixated on your belly, “hold on and let me see here”

At first the sensation was warm as if being cloaked by a blanket fresh from the dryer. A soft purple glow emitted from your abdomen as you both witnessed what was clearly a little baby in your belly no more than 10 weeks. The motions of its little arms made tears form in your eyes. You couldn't believe it, and neither could Sinister but here you are in fact pregnant.

You traced his features taking note of his reaction, noticing the swell of tears in his eyes he sniffled looking up at you, “And I thought I've seen everything,” you brushed a stray strang away from his forehead; he couldn't help but grin wide.

Come to think of it It's not like safe sex was a part of your repertoire. You both were more shocked it just took this long to finally happen.

“You're not upset, are you Stephen?” Your heart filled with sudden rising dread at the silly question. The seconds felt like minutes as you waited on for your husband's answer.

Eyes widened he practically leapt forward his hands sought yours as he paused just a fraction from your lips. You couldn't help but feel the sudden thrill of it, his unbridled excitement and joy seemed to penetrate every cell of your body. The comfort of his large hands made you lean into his touch, you took a breath as he craned his neck down ensuring you met his gaze. The calm timber of his voice was slow and smooth like the sweetest of chocolate and all you wanted was to melt into him.

“Heavens no my sweet angel. I am beyond thrilled. For you have given me all the more reason for being alive, and I couldn't possibly love you more than in this moment.”

Hearing the soft sniffles he leaned forward nuzzling foreheads peppering you with kisses that spoke of promise, you just couldn't believe that you are with child. Instinctively you couldn't help but draw his palm forward over your bare belly once more, the soft purple glow emitting from his palm glowed once more revealing the miracle underneath leading Sinister to smile.

“So much for you being sick,” he chuckled, kissing you once more. Rubbing your belly softly you placed a hand above his, joining the three of you in unison.

“Seems like the doctor is getting a little rusty with diagnosing,” you teased, feeling him give a playful yet gentle shove so as to not hurt you or the baby.

You smiled leaning in, nestling your face against his. “Oh hush now kiss me once more”

For a moment, all was still and peaceful and you never wanted it to end. Wrapping his arms around your waist you took in the warmth and familiarity of him. With a contented sigh, he whispered, "I love you."

Tears rolled down your cheek as his thumb took the liberty of wiping them away gently. Your lips sought his as you mended once more into each other like the sand meets the sea. You've kissed many times but yet somehow it feels like your millionth and first all wrapped up in one. Sinister was fully convinced that if you tasted half as divine as the forbidden fruit of Eve, then he absolutely understood her succumb to the surrender of temptation. For nothing ever tasted so sweet.

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[lericekrispie]

A bad bitch's guide to practical fashion

Hello! Just some realistic tips and tricks I've learned through living life to help me with some of my conditions while still slaying. Things I deal with that you may be able to relate to-

Anxiety, Adhd, Sensory Issues, Heavyset, Lite Eczema, Acne

Keep a spare change of clothes in your car/bag

Sometimes, I want to wear an outfit that's outside of my comfort zone. Maybe it's wearing something that shows off my curves more, or a fabric that I can barely tolerate. And I push myself out of my comfort zone to try something new! But sometimes I realize halfway through the day that if I don't change right this second, I will have a panic attack and die. Keeping a pair of SAFE clothes in your car/bag is always a good idea! I have sweats, a sweatshirt, and shorts in my car at all times. Also great if you are chaffing/having a bad skin day and need to change unexpectedly.

Buy clothes that fit you

I have this problem of always trying on things and thinking hmmm... maybe it'll fit in a year, once I start working out, loose some weight... NO! Clothes fit you, you aren't supposed to fit clothes! If you do loose some weight, then you get to go shopping again :) and buy more clothes. But you are shopping for present you right now, your beautiful, amazing, fashionable self.

Cut your tags/clothes up

I was told by my parents to not cut my tags, and I was always afraid to. But I'm telling you, you bought those clothes, these are yours, do whatever you want with what you own. Cut the tag if it'll make you feel better. If the arms are too tight cut a slit. On the same note, if you want to tie something shorter with a hair-tie, fucking do it! If it's not short enough crop it. I promise the clothes police won't come after you.

don't put up with terrible fabrics

Don't buy something if you know wearing it is going to be a chore b/c of the sensation. Also, here are some tips for some fabrics

leggings under jeans if you can tolerate leggings > jeans

fishnets under jeans w/ holes if fishnets > jeans

colorful sweatpants (neon green, orange, red, ect.) as a comfy fashion statement

a nice turtleneck under a t-shirt if turtleneck > shirt

long socks (men's section rocks) to avoid blisters on ankles

don't put up with terrible jewelry

I personally love jewelry, but can only keep some things on for so long.

try gloves instead of rings. you can make gloves out of fishnets/tights

try woven/braided bracelets that are not removable w/o scissors > metal clunky bracelets (anklets too)

try skin markers/henna > annoying hand jewelry

If you are trying to branch out but are self-conscious, try to find a safety jacket

just a jacket that you can slip on and off, something light, that you can zip up if you get self-conscious and will make you feel better, but something you can carry/tie around your waist if you are feeling yourself.

My makeup if I'm having bad acne/can't handle the feeling

Concealer- over redness

Body stick/blush- on eyes and cheeks, and nose

Vaseline/Chapstick on lips, can put Vaseline on eyelids for shine (can clog pores be careful)

Mascara

Takes like 15 minutes also if ur in a rush!

For my fellas with boobas who hate bras

here are alternatives!

Trans tape- havn't tried but have heard good things

Breast petals- personally they are expensive, so I mostly use bandaids. Always a toss up if you are going to rip up the nip. NOT FUN! DO NOT RECCOMEND! Only do so if you don't care about having scabs on the girls. Or are poor, like me, and have to use bandaids.

Just don't wear a bra. I mostly go for this option, I feel so free. Very gender affirming, love a bad-bitch who doesn't wear a bra. I save so much money. You have no idea. SO MUCH MONEY. I also love never feeling the pain of a bra, the idea of putting one on is so foreign to me now. I never realized how much pain I was in b4.

This is my advice for now, hope it helps! If you have anything to share pls feel free to! <3

#text post #fashion advice #mine #practical fashion #fashion #sensory issues #living with adhd #adhd post #anxeity #eczema #beauty tips

[karume-everything-else]

Flufftober 2023

Day 11: "Don't say that!" [Reader x Frieza] {Dragon Ball Z/ Super}

You were breathing heavily, the effort of summoning your ki was a little too much considering you'd never done so before. It was something you were only interested in because the artificial gravity on the ship was not your best friend. There were spots where you had to hold the wall or else walk on it and risk falling through doors, there were times when the ship moved too fast and you couldn't keep up, there were even times you were trying to follow Frieza or Deidara or just some random soldier around... and you were being absolutely left in the dust.

But Frieza was patient, far more patient with you than with anyone else he trained. And he was certain you'd get the hang of this eventually... considering the alternative was getting you a pod like his and he wasn't ready for that level of commitment just yet. Only a few months ago he had the nerve to say 'I love you' out loud... to jump straight to matching pods felt like rushing.

Sure, he only admitted that to you... and had made absolutely certain that no one else was around to hear him. But he still said it and meant it. Even if he was terrified of what might happen if others found out you two were dating to begin with...

"That was a good start, but you need to try again." Frieza floated just close enough so you'd have to jump to reach him, "You almost cleared the floor. This time it looked like you were able to better support your weight, so come now. Try again [Name]."

The fact that you were shaking had Frieza a little on edge, "I... I need to catch my breath first. That... I dunno how but, holding my breath helps at the moment."

"That's... concerning." Frieza lowered himself to the floor, "You shouldn't be doing that. Maybe it helps you focus a little, but its a habit that needs to be broken. Now come on, try again."

You didn't really know what else to do, just gather your ki and force yourself up without jumping. It sounded easy, but you just weren't getting the hang of it. Even as you rose upward, you could feel yourself threatening to topple over. It was similar to the times you'd gone skating... if only it were that easy.

While your toes were just barely starting to leave the ground, you lurched forward. Right into Frieza's chest as he caught you, trying to hold you steady. You were clinging to him like a life preserver, it was taking all your energy to just hover a couple centimeters off the floor...

And just when you were about to let go of Frieza, your ki gave out again. You fell to the floor, twisting your ankle on the way down.

"[Name]! Are you alright?"

"No, I think I sprained my ankle or something."

You gasped a little as Frieza helped you to your feet, "That was a good attempt... but maybe you're just low on energy. After you get fixed up, you should try to eat something and try again."

"I don't think this is going to work." You held onto his pod as you hobbled around, "I can barely muster the energy to float off the ground and every time I think I'm getting better I get hurt."

"Don't say that!" Frieza practically yelled at you, "You're doing an amazing job so far. Much better than someone who's never harnessed their ki before should be doing at this time. I won't hear another word of your self-doubt [Name]. Don't go talking about my lover like that."

You couldn't help but chuckle a little. Then you realized you were pressing something on the pod's dashboard. Frieza peered over your shoulder as you leaned in... then his whole body seemed to flush paler than ever.

The button you'd hit was the command button... now the whole ship knew you two were dating... He should have checked where your hands were before saying anything...

#x reader #dbz fandom #dbz frieza #dbz super #dbz x reader #frieza x reader #frieza #dragon ball z #dragon ball z x reader #flufftober 2023

[gumnut-logic]

Along the way (Part 6)

Sweetapple | Dear Mr Tracy | Along the way - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Okay, you get this bit early both because @womble1 asked kindly for it and because I'm rather ridiculously excited about it (and it's Fibre Feast day and I will be going out with my sister and buying yarn :D )

Again, many thanks to the totally amazing @onereyofstarlight for keeping me company in my crazy for a good part of yesterday, her readthroughs, and suggestions that led to the ending of this part.

And also, all the thanks to the wonderful people who read yesterday's part without this part and still supported me and didn't throw rocks ::hugs you all tight::

Again, warnings for darkness and water, but only for the first part.

I really, really hope you enjoy this.

-o-o-o-

Was your life supposed to flash across your mind when someone you loved was moments away from dying?

Alex let out a whimper as he struggled for breath after holding it too long yet again.

“Allie, you need to go for help.”

“Not leaving you.” He gasped in as much air as he could and dove.

All that engineering training, all his efforts to save people with Siliwrap, all his fanboying over the Thunderbirds and International Rescue. He had brains and this was a simple problem, there had to be a solution!

This time he fumbled around looking for something that might be able to help him move the object that had his mother’s foot trapped.

Time was running out. The building was falling into the river and taking them with it.

There had to be a solution.

His fingers slid over unfamiliar shapes in the darkness, most hard and unforgiving, as solid in not moving as the culprit holding his mum.

His fingernails skittered over something rough and he grabbed at it. Wood?

At a guess it was a piece of the building, like so many he had scampered over today.

Breathe. He needed air.

He climbed upwards, for a moment terrified he had lost orientation in the dark, only to break the surface with relief.

He gulped in oxygen and dove again.

He had a length of wood; he was pretty sure by weight. Hurriedly he gauged its length and width and, fumbling through the wreckage, grabbed a loose piece of rock.

A quick nip to the surface, where he again had to ignore his mother’s protests, and he was under again, jamming the rock up against the wall beside his mother. He edged the end of the wood down into the narrow gap beside his mum’s ankle.

Holding the combo steady, he again surfaced.

He gasped out the words. “Okay, Mum, I’m going to try and lever the gap wider. As soon as you can, pull your foot out.”

She drew in a breath. “Okay.”

“Get ready.” He dove again, his head ever so light from the fluctuating oxygen supply.

A long enough lever could move the world. Or at least that was the engineering theory. A brief flicker of the lecturer who had hammered that one home. Time to prove it.

Alex had his own body mass, but he lacked purchase. He reached out a hand and gripped the sink, which was now well underwater, and using his feet put everything he had behind moving that lever.

Nothing.

Come, on, damn you!

He shoved and kicked at it, begging the wood not to snap, to take the strain and free his mum!

Please!

Was it possible to cry underwater?

The smallest of movement, he almost missed it amongst the flurry of air bubbles. He shoved again, straining with everything he had…

And his mother was grabbing him, pulling him to the surface, hugging him within an inch of his life. “I’m free, Allie.”

Thank, god. He clung to her for the second it took his breathing to catch up to his heart rate.

As if realising it was losing its prey, the building creaked and shifted again.

Hell.

He found his mother’s hand and gripped it tight, before starting to feel about in the dark, looking for the way he had fallen in.

Apparently one advantage of the building shifting was to lower the doorway, enabling Alex to both find it easily enough and gain a purchase on door frame. With short, somewhat breathless instructions, he helped his mum climb over him, out of the water, and into the cafe proper.

Or what was left of it.

Dragging himself up after her, he wrapped her arm around his shoulders, and although it was impossible to stand upright, he helped her through the maze and up towards the light.

-o-o-o-

“Thunderbird Two, we have a report of a building falling into the river near your location.” John’s voice was crisp and professional. “Emergency services claim there are at least two lifesigns still inside.

A glance at the details sent to his comms had Virgil swearing. A museum of all things and so close, just over the road.

He banished thoughts of Alex.

“FAB, Thunderbird Five.” He turned to Gordon. “Might need you on this one, Fish.”

“Whatever you need, big bro.”

No Thunderbird Two. Just big bro and whatever he needed.

Virgil briefly gripped Gordon’s shoulder and then they were moving.

Helmet on, exosuit, John was already streaming data to his HUD as he once again ran across the parking lot, this time in a different direction.

The sight of the building had his heart sinking. It was obvious that the massive tree in the centre had messed with the earthquake-proof structural support. That support was the only reason the whole complex wasn’t already in the river. Some serious rebar reinforcement was currently at its stress limit and the building was likely go any minute.

Gordon was running beside him at an easy lope as they approached the small group of people hovering outside the wreckage.

There was access through what was once a window and now…

The two lifesigns suddenly blinked from red to green as two people climbed out of the window, a man helping a smaller and older woman.

Virgil stopped in his tracks.

Alex?

As if the thought was permission, the whole pile of broken wood and masonry cracked, groaned and slid off the bank and into the river.

“Thunderbird Two, all lifesigns are clear and safe. Stand down.” Professional and loved, John’s voice spoke of a history of brothers attempting that last second rescue when everything went to hell.

But that wasn’t needed here.

Alex didn’t notice him, his focus solely on the woman in his arms as he led her to sit beside another woman being attended to by the medical team on site.

Virgil followed him with his eyes.

A click of his thumb and the exosuit disengaged around him, its weight toppling to the ground with a clatter.

He could feel Gordon’s presence beside him, but it was all the worry, all the terror that had haunted him all day, each time he pulled a body out of the rubble, each time a lifesign wasn’t Alex, each time…

He reached up and unclipped his helmet, letting it drop behind him as Gordon whispered into his comms. People were staring at Virgil. But then they always did that, he was a Thunderbird. There were even some cameras out. No doubt his face would be all over social media and his father pissed off again.

But he didn’t care.

Alex was still bending over the injured woman. It was obvious she was someone close. As he hugged her, Alex chanced to look up.

“Virgil! You’re here!” The blond, tall, lanky engineer stood up and rushed over. His shirt was shredded. He was soaking wet. And there were bruises, so many bruises, the worst of which was violently red leading up into his hair at his left temple.

Virgil’s eyes raked over him. “Alex?”

“Yeah, Mum is-“

Virgil grabbed him and pulled him in tight, one gloved hand finding the back of his neck, the other just holding him close. “Oh god. I thought you…” He squeezed his eyes shut on Alex’s shoulder.

Tentative arms wrapped around him. “Virgil, I’m okay.”

It wasn’t possible to squeeze his eyes any tighter, so instead he pulled back a little, looking up into brown eyes, almost as dark as his own, framed by lank, wet and dirty blond hair.

A breath and he was kissing the man. Needing to know he was real, needing Alex to know how worried he had been…

Just needing.

Alex froze for a split second before definitely kissing him back. Oh, definitely. Virgil lost himself the touch and taste of…him. Warm lips, the tip of a questing tongue, and, oh god, Alex…

Alex.

It was a camera flash that broke the moment. That and the murmuring giggles around them. Virgil pulled away and realised exactly how pissed his father was going to be.

But honestly, turning back to Alex, who he had yet to release from his arms, whose expression was simply stunned and so wide-eyed he might break an eye socket, Virgil really didn’t care.

He brushed a hand across Alex’s shoulder, wanting again to touch. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

Alex dipped his head. “Yeah.” It was a drawn out syllable, more breath than voice. His eyes tracked over Virgil. “You?”

“I am now.”

Dark eyes stared at him.

Virgil gazed back.

Worry flickered across Alex’s face and he shifted where he stood. “Uh, Mum’s hurt her ankle. Could you take a look?”

Virgil’s eyes widened, reality finally slamming home. He straightened. “Of course.”

He let Alex go, but to his surprise Alex didn’t let him go, a hand on his arm directing Virgil around to the small dark-haired woman sitting on the steps behind him. She was as drenched to the bone as Alex, but was smiling up at the both of them with only what could be described as glee. “About time someone swept my boy off his feet.”

“Mum!”

She ignored him and addressed Virgil with more of that smile. “Hello, Mr Thunderbird. I’m Lolly, and I’m very, very pleased to meet you.”

-o-o-o-

Next

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #alexander sweetapple #nuttyfic #so so excited about this bit #also yarn day

[lostonmari]

SUCCESS #2 - November

Success #2 -- Everything I manifested in November

November is when I started this blog, and also ACTUALLY started applying all of the things I learned started taking affirming and thinking in my favor seriously instead of just sporadically manifesting random things here and there because I was too lazy to put in the work. I never had issues w wavering, but I was just inconsistent as fuck (Hell, I'm still inconsistent with posting on my own damn blog, yall can't possibly think I'm consistent with affirming!) So here's everything I manifested…

Manifested back my old bestfriend/ex-gf after 4 years no contact She came back, apologized for mistreating me and told me basically everything I affirmed for LMAO. and that's one of the things that gave me faith in the law because ik this girl would rather die than ever apologize to someone. Now that she's back I'm manifesting away her friends and leaving her broke down and in shambles because I'm evil and believe in revenge. yall dont know the type of bullsh*t this woman put me through. Idc if everyone is you pushed out, some people don't deserve forgiveness 🤓

My mom is walking again I successfully revised her shattered ankle without the weeks of recovery time the doctors "thought" she needed. She's literally walking around just fine now and doesn't need to wear her cast or whatever that big bulky thing was.

Manifested my brother out of jail on a time crunch Now I'm not sharing my family's whole drama online but… yea. he's out.

No more social anxiety, cured one of my mental health issues I don't wanna trauma dump or go into too much detail about my life but, yes. for anyone also working on mental health, it can be done and you won't regret trying. Life actually feels like it has meaning now and for once in all my years of life, I can actually say that I'm happy. 💗

Stopped nail biting COMPLETELY! I used to struggle with nail biting for YEARSSS whether it was out of stress, anxiety, whatever the fuck. but now it's completely gone. my nails are no longer STUBS, like theyre actually long and healthy. I didn't even affirm for this so I kinda think it came with improving my mental health since I didn't really have the issues that *triggered* nail biting anymore yk?. I'm actually the happiest about this result like yall don't understand how long I've wanted the natural french tips look 💀

[TW: Discussion of binging, discussion of food]

6. WL + Maintained weight loss! I literally changed my entire way of viewing food, and subsequently fixed my lose->gain->lose-> gain again cycle. Ever since learning LOAss If I binged I would be like: I just have a fast metabolism so that's why I'm so hungry my body is burning everything I eat so fast! and I would also tell myself calories don't matter because food is only energy. Basically, reminding myself of what Abdullah told Neville: "If you ate as I did, you would be poisoned because of your belief." (heavily paraphrased because my memory is terrible.. yes I'm working on it 😭) and it keeps me from feeling guilty abt eating. I ate SOOO MUCH food yesterday and I mean SO MUCH. I ate an entire box of cheese sticks, two large chicken sandwiches, 2 pb & j sandwiches total throughout the day, and half a tub of icecream for dessert… Yeah I was going crazy.. to the point I looked 5 months pregnant at the end of the night. Fast forward to today, my stomach is back to flat and back to normal as if it never happened. Food literally will not effect you if you believe it doesn't! This was my main focus too so I'm very proud of myself :)

Moral of the story is, never give up.

YOU decide what happens in your reality and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. There were times when I didn't want to affirm, so I didn't. If I felt lazy then I didn't consciously affirm or listen to subliminals, I just relaxed and went on about my day. I never made affirming feel like a chore. There were times when I had doubts too or thought it wouldn't work. I especially thought it wouldn't work for my mental health but I just affirmed anyway. When you're having resistance literally just know there's nothing bad that can possibly happen from believing in yourself and thinking in your favor. Just DO IT. Persist no matter what and you WILL get what you want!

I'll try to do better with posting my successes (but only ones that actually meant something big to me tbh. I don't see a point in sharing every little thing unless it was me overcoming some type of struggle) and answering messages but I refuse to download the tumblr app so yall just gotta see and hear from me whenever I feel like loading up this website. I'm just enjoying & living my life rn girl I used to dream about times like this and now I finally have them 😭

#law of assumption #manifesting #manifestation #loassumption #loa success

[imonoyte]

Why NO PATHS ARE BOUNDS is the best fic ever, an essay

First of all, the author made everything so much more twisted and painful, of course my love for the original story, plot and characters remain unchanged it's just insanely satisfying to see it all exacerbated

×the amount of pain xie lian had to go through is astronomical and the consequences on his personality and punctual dissociating is really well depicted

×all the "perfect" sides of the characters are deconstrustructed like hua cheng's selfless behavior toward xl, his tendency to let him do what he wants all the times but in the fic he opposed him a few times over his own safety but still; lan chang is not the perfect mother that loves his son despite what he came out to be, she's resentfull and did harm,

×in contrary, all the hatefull sides of the bad characters who have few little chances to be appreciated have explaination arc if not redemption, for exemple shi wudu from my impression from the original tgcf is a family-first but piece of shit type with the water tyrant title and what happened to he xuan but there in npab it's clearly more complicated than that and oh my day i absolutly love the progress in relationship between he sheng and shi wudu excuse me i almost could've started shipping them both it bring so much comfort to witness them having each other's back and omg THE HUG !! THE PROTECRIVENESS !! THE TALKS !! please i love them;

the developement of bai wuxian story just fall right into the plot, what happened for jun wu to be that way

there's also qi rong's character who is despicable even more than he was and lovable, even more than he was, his humility toward mu qing brought tears to my eyes

Pursuing with Mu qing, the absolute love of my life that i would defend against all who is so so so sooo... I just love him and his progress and ouch his backstory was hard take but also it makes more sense in a way that he hadn't moved on after 800years, i'm not saying the original back story's lacking but it feels like some things were kept unsaid because i believe mu qing and his good heart must have been pushed in a corner way more painfully repeatedly for him to be so deeply wounded like we dont really know the extend of his past bullying

It's so well written and makes so much sense sometimes some elements could just fit right into the original story like why pei ming and hua cheng are the only one xie lian ever found attractive in the story, it just makes so much sense to me now like ?? pein ming being the zeus of tgcf and hua cheng being powerful fatherless makes it all possible plus that makes he xuan and hua cheng family by extend and that's just *intense screaming*

- he xuan coming back as the water master and the story FINALLY finally introduce us to a Thunder master

-hua cheng offering the armory to xl for him to profect himself and all of them being made by hc himself just feels right

(There's probably way more but i can't find them at the moment send help)

And the new original characters reng song the absolute perfection also i loved how lan qianqiu became a more central characters than he was in the original and their bickering was the epithom of cute, huz cheng's past and all the story around the forge i say it shortly but yk how much this weights in the story

Of course the additional nsfw scenes that we've all been craving for and everyone falling in love it's just too cute and ling wen and the rain master ? Absolute chef kiss

On a personal note i love depictions of body horror and monstruous behaviour and body changes and i was SPOILED on this side

%starting with the shackles, on the ankle, neck and eyes, constricting him, his breathing, his sight, his life. Plus blind are characters and stories from the point of view of blind characters are one of my favorite this days thanks to another kind white clothed cultivator; when they started thinking of a way to destroy the shackles it was horrible omg and just basically xie lian's level of pain tolerence and vision of normalcy and casually almost saying he got his eyed gouged out several times

%the animalistic/ bestial traits of the ghost kings like fangs, long nails, snarling, baring their teeth, please when he sheng brought shu wudu behind him to protest against to punishment almost turning feral i loved it.

That's it, that's the word, i love when they turn feral, when they embrace insanity and great amount of pain bring that out of them and this fic was perfect in this very aspect i think

And EXCUSE ME dragon hua cheng was the cherry on top of the cake it's one of my absolute favorite and it was beautifully described

Continuing on body horror and gory stuffs xie lian being hanged from his shackled, the pain, the screaming scenes, mu qing's qi deviation, yin yu's death... so well written

Let's not forget the perfect addition of the mdzs elements that fitted so naturally in the story, so fluid and logical in the telling, I love Zidian btw

On a more joyfull note, the growth of the characters, the humour, most of them were lovable, despite all the angst it's easy to just fall into it and enjoy the ride (then the angst is back and you just cry but oh well).

It's still followed the tram and order of the story and it's really pleasant to read your tgcf favorite scenes incorporated in a new not so divergent plot

In short y'all need to read no paths are bound on ao3 by CataclysmicEvent

#Tgcf #no paths are bound #The best fic ever fight me #Spoilers for the fic cause i'm fangirling and i have no limits #But seriously dont read if you don't want spoilers #ao3 link

[kgs10]

My computer keeps crashing so whoever requested this here it is.

sorry, it's taking me so long to write and respond to yall's requests life's been shitty. Anyways enjoy this one and the edit. It is one of my favorite Aespa ones.

Warnings: cussing, kissing, hate

Genre: Fluff with a little bit of angst.

Prompt: The 5th member is cold towards winter and winter ends up injured so the 5th member takes care of her and then they catch feelings.



Being the 5th member of a K-pop group that was already established isn't easy. It doesn't help that you are American. The Korean fans that followed Aespa were furious. You went viral for the wrong reasons, making you mad at everyone, especially your members.

You had people that admire you for what you've been through. You've tried to think about the positive comments but the negatives are louder. It's hard to ignore negative comments when they involve your family.

The company didn't do anything to stop the hate. You thought that you were only put into this group to make them go viral but they didn't care how you go viral.

The members try to get you to open up to them but you're just always in your head. So they don't bother and make you even madder about the whole situation. You talked to them when you had to. You didn't go out of your way to talk to them.

Winter is an introvert and so are you. She thinks you would get along together well. She tried to approach you by herself but you always had a look on your face like you didn't want company so she just went her ways.

You didn't know why you were colder towards Winter. You knew deep down why but you just didn't want to say it out loud.

That's till one day, y'all were practicing for y'alls comeback when Winter slipped and twisted her ankle.

"Ouch! Crap!" Winter said while cradling her ankle. The choreographer runs over to winter and asks her where it hurts. Winter then points at her ankle and says "I think I twisted my ankle."

You run over to her and ask "Can you walk or put pressure on it?" You crouched down and put your hand on her shoulder. She said "No I don't think so. I can try."

"Ok. Put your arm around me and I'll help you." You said. She put her around your shoulders and you put your arm around her waist and helped her up. "Alright try to put some weight on it." You said while still holding onto her waist.

"Ouch! I can't put any weight on it." Winter said. "Ok. Y/n since you're the strongest out of all of us here carry her up to y'alls dorm and set her down. If the pain gets worse by tomorrow we will take her to the hospital. Girls, we will call it a day so go get some rest. " Manager Unnie said.

The members were so surprised that you were taking care of Winter. Winter knew that you were the coldest to her so did the members and now they think it's because you secretly liked her.

You picked Winter in bridal style. "Girls, will you get Winter and I stuff?" You asked the rest of the members. "Ya sure thing Y/n. We got y'alls stuff. You go ahead and get Winter into bed." Karina said.

You walked out of the room and went straight for the elevator that leads up to y'alls dorm. You push the elevator with Winters uninjured foot and get into the elevator.

Winter had her head leaned into you. Winter was thinking about why all of the sudden why you were being nice to them all of the sudden. You could sense that she was thinking that so you said "I'm sorry for being cold to all of you. Especially you. I think one of the reasons why I was being cold to you all is that I didn't want y'all to have to be a burden to me when I get the most hate out of y'all. I don't want y'all to get more hate."

"Y/n look at me," Winter said as she lifted her head. You looked down at her. "You wouldn't be a burden to us. We know how much hate you get and we care about your mental health. We don't care about much hate. I don't want you to think that talking to us about your problems is a burden. We are a team as long as you want to be. Share your problems with us or just with one of us. We can wait till you are ready to share."

You had tears in your eyes because you just realized how fucked up you were for not talking to them about stuff. Winter realized that you were crying and said "Oh Y/n. You've been holding all of this hate on your shoulders for a while. Lets us have some."

She caressed your cheek and wiped the tear off of your cheek. The elevator opened and you said, "Let's get you to bed."

You let Winter put her fingerprint in because you had your hands full. "Y/n. I need to shower." Winter said when you walked in.

"Oh yeah. Do... uh... Do you need my help or do you think you can hop in there with one foot?" You asked while blushing thinking about Winter in the shower.

"Hmm. No, I think I can hop in there. Can you just turn the shower on for me and get me and towel?" She asked you while blushing.

"Ya sure. I'll set you down on your bed and then I'll turn on the shower for you and get you a towel." You said. You sat her on the bed and went into the bathroom and got her a towel and turned on the shower.

You went back to her and got her a towel and said "Here you go. I'll get out of your hair once I see your ankle."

She had spandex under her sweatpants so she just took off her sweatpants. You couched in front of her and told her to lift up her leg. She did and you tried to look at her ankle only but your eyes failed you looked at her thighs. She noticed took and blushed. You looked at her and noticed that you'd been caught looking at her like that.

You gained the confidence to look back at her ankle and it was turning purple and getting more swollen so you kissed her ankle. She blushed and laughed.

"You know for as long as I've known you, you've been nothing but cold to me but now I know you are just a romantic. Now let me go shower." Winter said.

You got up and said, "Yes ma'am." You saluted her like a soldier. "You are such a dork too," Winter said. You walked out of the door and shut it and leaned up against it and smiled.

You waited by the door until the shower turned off. You waited just to make sure Winter didn't fall or trip in the shower. "Y/n!" Winter shouted.

You opened up her door and said "Yes?" "Will you help me out of the shower? It is wet on the tile and I don't want to slip." She asked.

"uhh. Yeah." You said and opened up the bathroom door with your eyes close just be sure. "Y/n you can open your eyes. The towel is wrapped around me." Winter said while laughing.

"Oh ok. Put your arms around my neck." You said. She put her arms around your neck and you put your arms under her legs. You carried her bridal style again and put her back on her bed.

You leave her to let her get dressed. She calls out for you to tell you that she's dressed. You walked back to her and lift her back up again to put her back on her headrest.

You grabbed some extra pillows and lifted up her injured ankle to put the pillows under her ankle. You got some ice and wrapped up in a rag and put it on her ankle. "You comfortable?" You asked.

"Yes," Winter said while watching your every move. She realized right now that she has feelings for you. She blushes at that. You look up at her while she's blushing and ask "Why are so flustered?"

You smiled while looking at her like she is the moon. "Ummm. Nothing. I was just thinking about you."

"Oh yeah? Why were you thinking about me?" You asked while leaning in closer to her while looking at her lips.

"Because I just realized that I have feelings for you." She said while looking away. You grabbed her chin to look at you and said "Look at me while you say that."

"I like you Y/n." She said while looking at your lips. You lean in and kiss her. You smiled into the kiss and pull back to look at her.

She smiles and says "I'm guessing that means you like me too?"

"Oh shut up." You say. You kiss her again while holding her face in your hands.

You stop to get air and say "You should rest. I'll go take a shower before I go to relax."

"Ok. Hurry back," she says. "Always." You kiss her on her cheek.

You take a quick shower and come back to Winter's room and see her passed out.

You laugh and take a picture but you don't realize that your phone ringer is on it makes a sound when you take a picture and it wakes up Winter.

"Did you just take a picture of me sleeping?" She asked.

"Maybe." You smiled and walked to the bed. "Do you need anything else?" You asked.

"No. All I need is for you to cuddle me."

"I can do that."

You get on the bed and open up your arms for her to lay her head on your chest. "You need to be nicer to the girls after this. They are worried about you." Winter said.

"I know. I will but for right now you just rest. I'll be here for you when you wake up." You said and kissed the crown of her head.



A/n: Sorry if this is shitty.

#aespa imagine #aespa imagines #Winter #winter imagines #aespa winter

[tobiasdrake]

Race to the doctor!

Backup power must not be as strong as regular. Makes sense.

No, they aren't. I recognize that extremely girlish walk and stance. I'd know my bestie ANYWHERE!

Oh my god, felt though. This place is sterile and has glowy lights everywhere. Everything looks the fucking same. The only reason I was able to nail Makoto giving me the run-around earlier is because I have a minimap showing me where we are in relation to the rest of the structure at all times.

Why? The more of us are suited up, the easier it will be to talk our way out if any shit happens. In fact, Desuhiko, why aren't you in uniform? If you had your suit on, we could pretend you were taking me to Yomi if someone saw us.

This is your fault, Desuhiko. If anything happens to her, I'm tying weights to your ankles and sending you to the bottom of Dohya District. Keeping your bag, though. It's useful.

Push comes to shove, we can test and make sure the security chambers are online. The deadly poison in the gas chamber takes thirty minutes to take effect. It's not fast-acting. That means it would be a trivial matter to walk into the chamber, see the gas start spraying, declare "Oopsy-poopsy!" and then Time Rewind so that we didn't do that.

But we should try calling him first.

Confirmed. He's alive. We have no need to gas ourselves on purpose.

...but I am curious... What do you think it tastes like? Do you think it's odorless? Makoto said it can be absorbed in the skin. Would you feel it entering your body? Does it burn?

This is why chronomancy is a dangerous power to leave lying around. I become way more unhinged when choices no longer have consequences.

Huesca's been sitting in his lab with bated breath, waiting for his chance to finally see his murder-wall end a person's life. I totally had him pegged when I said it's not about security or a deterrent. He eagerly wants to kill someone; Doesn't care who.

That's interesting. Huesca has his own dedicated generator. So. Is there a backup for that generator?

That's going to be important to know.

I mean, it worked for the coffee shop. Or, at least, it was working for the coffee shop until she drowned half of their clientele. But, y'know, water under the bridge. Full of bodies.

Wouldn't mind doing the same to Huesca once we're done here. Fire up the charm, Fubuki. I have faith in you.

hahaha hahahahahahaha HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

You did that to yourself, bruh. Hahahahaha. What did you think was gonna happen? Hahahahahahahahaha

Should have just let her talk, man. Hahaha. Hahahahahaha. Desuhiko over here trying to mansplain charm to the Belle Barista of Ginma. He gets what he fucking deserves. Hahahahahaha.

Man hasn't left his lab in months but now that the WDO is here he's like, "This seems like a reasonable level of security for me to finally step out."

I'm so sad that Yomi wasn't here to witness this epic burn.

Uh, you should take Fubuki. Y'know. Just in case anything goes wrong in the Extreme Death Murder Tunnel that Huesca's eagerly waiting to finally use.

Whoops, guess it's murder o'clock.

Just like the coffee shop patrons. Fubuki's charms come at a terrible price.

No, Desuhiko, his Doordash finally arrived.

That's going to be our central mystery. The Most Locked-est Room Ever mystery. How do you access a room with only one entrance, which no one could possibly have gone through?

Like she cares. If anything happens to her she can un-gas herself. Causality is her plaything.

His name is Fuckboy. Get it right, Fubuki! We don't have time to goof around!

So if we aren't going to do timey-wimey trial and error then I guess we'll need a different way to bypass security.

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code

[scaryspears]

One sided Homelander x Alien Reader

So my last post got some attention and I was a little unsatisfied with the lack of dialogue so I wanted to fix that. Here's part 2.

On the edge of a balcony stood a young girl with partially dyed hair. Her nose is pointy, her eyes brown, and her skin was quite clear. She kept looking over the balcony, maybe contemplating something. Who knew what she was thinking or what she was gonna do.

You carefully landed a meter behind her, your hair falling down on your face before braiding itself into a single ponytail. The up do one.

"Yo!" the girl turned around to see you. "Chelsea, is it?"

"Don't come any closer." she warned.

"Okay." You obeyed, observing her. You sensed uncertainty, a little bit of annoyance- impatience. You started tapping your foot, waiting for her to do or say something, even though you just arrived. You honestly couldn't help yourself.

"You're gonna jump aren't you? Why is it taking so long?" you said innocently.

"Huh?"

She was startled. You mentally kicked your own curiousness, face palmed feeling embarrassed.

"Sorry, it's just that you seem hesitant. People who commit suicide don't hold back, and they carry a heavy feeling in their hearts, from what I remember anyway. Besides, what is your afterlife like? Humans have a lot of rules to follow in life and I'm pretty sure killing yourself means instant damnation."

"I'm Jewish."

"Oh, then you're lucky that Stormfront's still missing." you unconsciously licked your lips.

Chelsea noticed something and looked down, only to find her vision turned around but still facing you.

"What the fu- oh my god!" she screamed, trying her best to find her ankle which had your hair wrapped around it. "Put me down! Put me down!"

"You don't seem the least bit distraught." you said, ignoring her sudden fear. Your hair brought her closer to you, lifting her up above the ground so that you could have a better look at her face. In response she only stared into your eyes with panic while screaming in terror. "I guess that's a good thing." you say to yourself.

"Please put me down!"

"I will, my direct orders were to fly you down to safety. I would leave you up here but the more I think about it there is a chance you'll actually follow through with your original objective."

Your hair let go of Chelsea, and she fell into your arms. Had you let her drop onto the ground her neck would've cracked. Your hair started moving in a helicopter motion. (This is probably the only reason I gave her this ability)

You landed on the ground with a little stumble that was harsher than usual due to the extra weight, and your hair didn't feel like using multiple ponytails.

Cameras zoomed towards you, people were cheering you, only some of them checking on Chelsea. You spotted Ashley who appeared very content and happy, the kind where she accomplished something.

"Are we making a film? Is this a documentary?" you asked her, feigning stupidity.

"Something like that. Gosh you looked so amazing coming down- blah blah blah."

You listened to her babble, preparing yourself for whatever request they had next for you.

-

You walked through Vought with nothing much on your mind other than finding Starlight. You occasionally waved to the workers who did their usual shift or at least tried to, you were holding a smoothie in both hands.

"Hey [Name], congratulations on saving Chelsea."

Your hair immediately went on attack mode, the tip pointing at Homelander's neck as if ready to cut him.

"Sorry about that, it seems to have a mind of its own. I would pull it off but my hands are full." you showed him the smoothies.

He gently took the smoothies from you, and you petted the braid attached to your scalp. "What's wrong? There's nothing to be angry about, calm down." you cooed at it softly in you mother tongue.

From the corner of your eye Homelander subtly rolled his own eyes. "Whose drinks are these?"

You smiled brightly at him, "One is for me, the other is Starlight's."

Something in his eyes darkened. "Ah, Starlight." he mused.

"Aye. She's so pretty that I want to spoil her as much as I can. And she's so brilliant and smart, she's an icon to all the girls who need someone to look up to."

"Right." he took a sip from one of them

"Hey." You snatched it from him. "You didn't even ask if you could try it, and it's not a milkshake." you inspected the cup, trying to guess how much he drank.

"Why didn't you ask me? Do you want milk? I can get you one."

His expression altered from your sudden kindness and you sensed triumph, "Yes, milk will be nice. Let's get it together."

"Okay. We can do that later." you took the other drink from him. "By the way, aren't you supposed to be playing... what is it called? Kissy face with Stormfront?"

You sensed discomfort, "She's still missing."

"Aye, I forgot about that." you took a sip of your drink. "I'm off, see you."

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[saphirered]

Hello! I would like to request Lucien with 3, make it super fluffy…or smutty whatever comes to mind!

Short one. A little bit of A, a little bit of B. I hope you enjoy it! Excuse the formatting because I'm stuck writing on mobile still. 😘

Lucien sits on the ground, legs stretched out in front of him crossed at the ankles as he leans back on his hands. He watches you pace and mumble to yourself. He’s long since given up on listening in because every time he comments, you shut him down. It’s better to just let you process this all, come up with some master plan or calm your nerves some other way and leave you to it, however difficult that may be for him. That would be the case normally. Now he is the cause of your pacing and he’s not so surprisingly cocky about it. Lucien played with fire, and it’ll take a while to figure out if that fire will be not but a burn, or a blazing all consuming flame. He might think himself invincible, but you do not. Not since his return at least. It’s one of the things you’ve clashed over since he came back to your life. He’s been dismissive and there’s no way you can change that. That does leave the feeling in his chest that so annoyingly clenches at your disapproval and exasperation. 

“Are you done yet?” You freeze, turn on your heels and twist your wrist, curling your fingers into a fist. Lucien watches the flames of the campfire spark to life and rise until your fist unclenches and they go back to normal. You take a deep breath. You’re just sick of this. Not the disagreements. You’ve had plenty in your years spent together. You’ve worked through them. This… this is different and things are so much bigger than yourselves. You’ve been feeling so incredibly small and everything around is so big to where the world might swallow you whole and then what? He might seem unafraid but you fear for what might become of Lucien, of all of you. Then you look into his eyes, truly see him beyond the cocky grin and the endless ruby eyes, and there you see doubt and insecurity, there you see a reassembled soul hanging on to the shards of life while conquering the world. You see him. You saunter over causing Lucien to tilt his head up, eyes never once leaving yours. Your hands fall from your hips and simply cross. 

“Would it hurt you to not be such a dick all the time?” You retort and were it anyone else he might have retaliated in some petty show of power just for the sake of it. He sees the fraction of a grin hidden among your gracious features. Not even broken and lost could he have forgotten you. He sees you, here in the amber glow and it reminds him how you shine in the dimmest light, but then he too sees the shadows, sees you carry this weight, sees your fear and he knows no matter what, he cannot take that away. You do not ask him to and that’s alright. He’ll sit here on the earth while you loom above him and he’ll admire you like the stars, feel the comfort your aura radiates; a thing he has found himself longing for even in his fragmented state. He was lost with out you and now he simply feels he cannot let go of you, that he must keep you near for you keep the rampant fragments whole; you keep him whole. 

“You used to call it confidence. I even recall you naming it one of my more redeemable qualities.” You feel his tail wrap around your ankle as you stand at his side and gently tug. You do not respond to the touch and simply look at him as if you were to school a misbehaving child. 

“Good thing I’ve grown wiser since.” You retort and feel a yank on your ankle but you hold steady and don’t even buckle. It receives a roll of the eye at your determination and Lucien’s blatant failure to knock you off your feet in a swift motion only to have you on the ground with him. 

“You certainly have so I won’t pretend the crackling fire drowns out the thoughts of you in my mind. I am desperate for your affections, love.” He offers you a hand this time. You bite your cheek, considering and roll your eyes as you place yourself in his lap, knees on either side of him as you brush aside a stray curl. 

“My poor darling.” You tut sarcastically. “Must be such a torturous thing to not carry such responsibility and play the cards all the time. How heavy it must weigh on the mind. Tell me what you need so I might help you alleviate this burden.” You perform the worst theatrics you can muster, raising your hand to your brow. Your teasing certainly earns you a response when you feel fingers dance along your thighs until the hands settle on your behind and pull you closer, mere inches from his face. You await a response, if only to see if he will indulge your theatrics or decides skipping the bullshit is the better alternative. He chooses the later.

“What I need, love, is for you to fuck me mindless until I can’t remember my own name.” You lazily let yourself play with the hairs at the back of his neck, curling them around your fingers, daring to trail up along his pointed ears, pull and massage at his scalp and you find him leaning into your affections, but never short the heat in his gaze that sends a fire burning within you brighter than the one crackling behind you.

“Well I surely hope you’ll still remember my name.” His fingers curl up your hip, along your side and send shivers down your spine, simply trailing, yet still you feel the heat through the fabric of your clothes. You don’t get a reply but when that barrier falls away, his skin against yours, and feel the rough skin send shocks through your veins, you find yourself leaning further into these affections. When they move up to lightly trace the underside of your chest, you groan at the touch pulling away.

“I could never forget you.” He speaks sincerely and some of those worries of yours are put on hold for this moment is true, this is real. No hiding, not plots or machinations. It’s just you and the would-be god being so incredibly mortal for just a moment. “But, are we going to keep talking or-“

“Don’t ruin the moment,” You cut him off moving your hips and causing that sweet friction reminding him of your presence, your affection and every desire to fulfil that wish and then some. “Or you’ll be begging in no time.” You wink and earn a chuckle. 

“That sounds like a challenge, love. Are you sure you want to play with fire?” He grins and you casually let your hands drift down his chest, playing with the closures of his trousers. It is your turn not to answer and simply give him a promising look. He’ll have to find out. Lucien is perfectly content with that. He’ll be at your mercy if only to be the one not fully in control for once. Here he is your equal. Here you can be small in a big world and hide among the shadows of the flames, until they turn to embers. Perhaps this life is not the worst one. Certainly when he shares it with you. Now… what was he thinking about again?

#lucien x reader #lucien nonagon #lucien critical role #critical role x reader #mighty nein x reader #critical role fanfiction #critical role imagine #critical role fanfic #critical role #critical role x y/n #mighty nein

[youandtom2]

can i please request a drabble for a cold dead heart to love 🥺

Of course sweetie <3 here's a little more about the adventures of ghost!tom

Read A Cold, Dead Heart to Love

MASTERLIST

"Tom," you groan. From an outside perspective, you look like you're talking to yourself, but with what you know, you're definitely not alone. "I need my book back."

Ding! Your phone demands your attention.

Tom 👻 But you said we were going to hang out :(

You quietly scoff to yourself before turning to face the open air of your cold and haunted hospital room. "Yeah I said we could hang after I finish the chapter I'm on!"

The thin metal blinds begin to rattle violently, as if the ground beneath you was shaking with an earthquake, but alas, the true explanation runs along the lines of a ghost having a temper tantrum. You've haven't quite grown accustomed to Tom's abilities yet, and although they still confuse the life out of you, you are actually still fascinated every time he demonstrates his supernatural powers.

But it doesn't mean they don't piss you off to no end when he magically makes your book disappear.

"Stop being a baby. I promise as soon as I finish the chapter, we can do whatever you want, as long as it's not pranking Nurse Sarah again, I think she might go into a cardiac arrest if we do..."

Ding!

Tom 👻 Did you just call me a baby?

"Ugh, yeah. Don't try to convince me that that wasn't you being in a huff."

Tom 👻 You just called a powerful, deadly ghost a baby...and you expect there to be no consequences?

A loud snicker emits into the room, and the sadistic side of you actually hopes he sees you rolling your eyes as you lie flat upon your hospital bed. Getting snug, you fold your arms over your chest, tugging your IV stand a little closer, and you close your eyes with a content sigh flowing through your lips.

"Sure, whatever. I'm going to take a nap. Just so you know, I won't hang out until I get my book back, so the longer you keep it from me, the longer you'll have to wait. So...y'know, why don't you use your powerful, deadly powers to magic my book back." Your soft giggle is the last sound you hear before you try to drift off to a slumber - you're not really tired, you just won't entertain Tom until he does what he's asked.

Not a second later, you feel it. A cold wash of air piercing your skin, blowing right through you until your bones wrack a violent shiver. He's near, you think. What has he got planned?

That icey feeling that you've grown all too familiar with wraps around your bare ankle, its grip a little tighter than anything you've felt before. You don't even have the chance to open your eyes before you feel yourself being whipped into the air, hanging upside down above the beige tiles of your room. Your arms start frantically waving around you to stop you swinging, terrified of being hoisted into the air by supposedly nothing, but your attempts are fruitless. Tom has never done anything like this before and honestly, you didn't think he was capable. It might even change some things now that you know he is...

"Fucking hell, Tom! Put me down!" Gravity acts against you, dragging you down as you try to pull yourself upright, but you have neither the strength nor the capacity to do so. So you remain, in the middle of your room, floating, upside down, by the invisible hand coiled around your ankle.

A piece of blank paper perches itself in front your face, deliberately tilting itself upside down for you to read. The words splayed across it are written in Tom's incredibly neat handwriting.

Or how about you hang by yourself until you agree to read the chapter later?

You so desperately want to say no, but the blood is rushing to your head, and you might even think that your IV line is ejecting..."You prick. Fine! I'll read it later!"

You swear?

"Yes I swear! Now, please, put me down before I pass out!"

You feel your stomach twisting inside you as your body rotates, still floating in mid-air. The sensation is baffling; you feel weightless and completely out of control of yourself. Your legs swing as if to walk, your arms move as if to swim, but yet you remain stationary, hovering just a couple of feet from the ground.

A chill consumes you once again, notably around your waist. You blink and suddenly you start moving, delicately floating towards your bed until Tom has you lying exactly as you were before. The chill now resides to your left, where a small breeze dances across your forehead applying a soft pressure in the centre. A kiss...

Ding!

Tom👻 That was fun, we should hang out more often :)

You want to be annoyed, you really do, but Tom does so well to make you smile and you try to hide it. In doing so, you peer over to the bedside table where your Harry Potter book has now materialised into reality, and after all that's happened, you realise that you don't actually want to read that chapter anymore. Why read about magic when you can experience it in real life?

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