#cw:swearing

[nix-draws]

Have I written the chapters leading up to the girls first kiss ? ...........no

Have I written the first kiss ?...........yes

Do i think about it unhealthly ?..............also yes

“Can I kiss you ?” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.

Wednesday’s breath hitched, eyes widening slightly as she processed the words. She’s silent and for a moment Enid fears she has made a huge mistake, but before the werewolf could pull back she found Wednesday stilling her with a steady hand.

“Please,” the psychic practically begged.

That was all she needed. Enid surged forward capturing Wednesday’s lips, a tad eagerly she admits, but after pining for her roommate for the better part of a semester Enid would forgive herself a little overeagerness. Especially when Wednesday seemed to return the sentiment. A low growl rumbled in her throat, and she could feel her claws scratch lightly over the nape of the goth’s neck. Wednesday only seemed to pull her closer, her scent of ash and pine with a hint of vanilla swirling in Enid’s nose. The blonde nipped at the brunette’s lips, her teeth feeling particularly large in her mouth. The metallic tang of blood startled Enid out of her trance as she flung herself away from Wednesday, as a noise sounding an awful lot like a whine left the goth’s lips as they parted.

“Ah fuck…shit sorry,” Enid apologizes as she sees Wednesdays bleeding lip, bringing a clawed hand to wipe at her own mouth.

Wednesday smirks, blood dripping down her chin“ Don’t apologize Sinclair. I’m more upset you stopped”

And oh God this girl was gonna kill her.

#wenclair #wednesday #wednsday addams #enid sinclair #snake parents au #cw:blood #cw:swearing #but just a lil bit

[whumpadventureprompts]

Retort

"I told you to keep quiet," snaps Whumper.

"And I told you to go fuck yourself," snarls Whumpee.

#whump #prompt #scenelet #cw:swearing #resistance

[silvallyandweavile]

It’s weird to be heading back to Blueberry after all this time.

It’s been one summer.

You know what I mean. also you’re ruining my post. asshole/aff.

Thanks for the clarification, heh.

#gladion says #silver says #pokemon irl #pkmn irl #rotomblr #cw:swearing

[arven-x-drayster-4ever]

wait what’s the difference between your arven and arven arven? If that makes sense?

//assuming you mean personality wise (bc appearance/heritage is kinda self explanatory). idk how to describe it best so here’s a shitty harry potter analogy. I feel like canon arven is 100% hufflepuff, while my arven’s a toss up between hufflepuff and slytherin. a smidge more snarky and a bit more serious. but also a lil more (I want to say) grounded? Like canon arven has no one and is sad. my arven has family (who he misses but doesnt talk to) and is decently fine in life ?? like he’s sad, yes, but not as much ??

#ooc posts #cw:swearing #//<- just in case

[sweetchildcloud]

Featuring Nanami x Reader.

Plot: Nanami finds out something is wrong with you and he wants to find out why. (Also you're married)

Cw:swearing,yelling,depression?,lack of eating,sleeping(reader) scars,bully at work,ugly nicknames.

But also fluff,comfort,kisses.

||I just want to protect you||made by me.

You were lying on the couch your head on the table as you sighed as you seemed spiraling in your own depression.

Nanami kneeled down in front of you. He was quiet.

“Are you alright honey?” but he was meet with silence as you sighed again feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

he said softly, taking your hands. He looked at you, in a concerned way. He gave you his full attention.

"It's nothing" you replied quietly "Nothing?”

he frowned, then caressed your hand again stroking his tumb on your palm “Nothing?”

he ponder for few minutes before speaking again

“It doesn’t look like nothing. Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?”

"Mhm" you replied looking away “I want you to talk to me. What’s going on? Is it work? Are there any other issues?”

he was persistent. He frowned, and caressed you again. He looked worried.

Your mind continued to play those horrible words that her colleagues said at you 'fat pig' 'faggot' ' your husband doesn't love you' you didn't wanted to bother your husband with this frivolous stuff,he had is own stuff to deal with.

"Nothing"

Nanami seemed to notice something. The way your eyes kept averting eye contact. He frowned even deeper. You could tell that he was concerned.*

“It doesn’t seem like it. I can tell by the way you keep saying, ‘nothing’ and looking away, then getting upset when I mention work.”

he looked into your eyes furrowing

“Has someone done something at work? Did someone say something?”

"No, just stress" you replied as you got up wanting to go to bed,he stood up. He didn’t believe you.

“Are you sure it isn’t more than that?”

*he said, looking you in the eyes. He took your hand, pulling you towards him*

“I want you to tell me the truth. Is somebody at work harassing you?”

"No" after that reply your own memories of the girls pouring coffe at you,locking you in a closet,pushing you down the stairs,filled your memory

"Just stressed"

Nanami narrowed his eyes. He grabbed your arms and looked at you. You could tell he was upset.

“Are you LYING to me? Tell me the TRUTH. Have they been hurting you? Have they been harassing you? I don’t like the way you’re acting right now."

"It's nothing" you said quietly "I'm just heading to bed okay?" You climbed the stairs but as you walked your shorts jeans revealed small burnt scar on your legs

*Nanami followed you, ignoring your request to just go to bed.

The scar, that was all the confirmation he needed. The anger towards your coworkers fueled him like a wildfire in drought plagued field.

“Don’t. Dare. Move.”

he said through gritted teeth, the vein on his forehead was throbbing. He got behind you before you were at the top of the stairs.

“Look at me.”

You ignored Nanami knowing full well the consequences. You were just tired of it all, you didn't wanted to talk about it.

“I SAID LOOK AT ME!!”

Nanami was getting louder now, he was starting to raise his voice. He grabbed you by the arm in a tight grip, spinning you around.

“I want to know what happened to that scar. WHO did it? Your coworkers?”

But you kept lying. "No nothing happened you know how clumsy I am" The memories of your coworkers pouring hot beverage on her and laughed as they say it was an accident filled your mind again "I'm just tired" you seemed like devoid of any emotions

“The HELL did you just say?!”

he snapped, he was completely agitated for you and you weren't listening. He was fuming mad. His grip on you tightened. Why couldn't you understand that he just wanted to protect you?.

“You’re lying to me, aren’t you?! I know it’s your coworkers hurting you. You can’t hide it from me. You can’t hide the scars and bruises from me."

his grip on you tightened further,he didn't wanted to let go of you.

“I don’t care if you’re tired, you’re not going to bed unless you talk about this!”

His grip got tighter, it hurt. He didn’t notice, he was too enraged, and his eyes were wild. He was yelling

“TELL. ME. WHO. HURT. YOU!”

You cried out in pain,tears fell down you cheeks.

he immediately let you go when you began crying. His eyebrows creased and he looked at you. He was shocked, he didn’t realize he was gripping you that tightly.

he stepped back towards you, and kneeled down, placing his hands on your upper arms lightly, and looked in your eyes.

“Darling, I’m sorry, I'm so sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just...I.. was...”

Nanami immediately hugged you. His worry was apparent. That, and the guilt. He took a deep breath and held you close.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

He was rubbing your back, looking at you and into your eyes with guilt and worry on his face.

His voice was trembling and scared. He didn’t want to accidentally hurt you in anyway, in fact he didn’t want to see you hurt at all. He was always protective and caring of you, but in his fit of rage he hurted you. He pulled you close to him and started caressing the area where he had grabbed you.

"I know..." your voice was trembling and broken "I'm just...tired for everything...I don't know why they hurt me at work" you said snuggling your face in his chest crying softly.

he pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you, his voice was soft. He caressed you to try and comfort you and he rubbed your back some.

“I wish I knew why they hurt you. I wish I could go in that workplace of yours and give them a piece of my mind.”

he frowned deeply

“But they never should have layed a finger on you. I will never let anyone hurt you, let alone those bitches at workjv. I promise.”

he continued stroking your hair, he seemed to be comforting you to the best that he could in this situation.

“I don’t want to see you this way. It breaks the heart, and it hurts me to see you like this “I’m sorry my dear, that I was so angry before. I wasn’t angry at you, I just couldn’t handle the thought that someone was hurting you so badly, especially those bitches at work.”

he was now calming you down. His voice was soothing as he gently caressed the back of your neck, and your head.

“I won’t let it continue. I’ll ensure it. Nobody, and I mean nobody gets to see you this way, I’ll get in contact with your boss and we will sort things.”

he held you tightly, he kissed your forehead as he continued to caress you, his face was sympathetic. He seemed genuinely sorry, and he really wanted you to feel better.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you, even if it was on accident. I didn’t want to, and I was just trying to make you talk about it, so I could help. I wasn’t trying to cause pain. Your body is precious, and I want to protect it from any harm. You’re beautiful in my eyes.”

Nanami hugged shushing you gently,rocking you and comforting you, you were his everything and he just wanted to protect you.

>>>>>>>>>>>💚❤>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Idk it's my 1° time writing Nanami x reader but I hope it turned out good.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk nanami #jjk fanfic #writing #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #nanami x reader #comfort #bullying #my work #jjk x reader #jjk angst #jjk #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu nanami #husband material #worried nanami #i love him #ranting love #home #warmth #comforting #help #husband

[harmonys-bunny]

《Stray kids texts》

When you react to their insta post

Cw:Swearing, jokes about dying

______________________________

☆Bangchan☆

☆Lee Know☆

☆Changbin☆

☆Hyunjin☆

☆Han☆

☆Felix☆

☆Seungmin☆

☆I.N☆

#skz smau #stray kids #skz texts #stray kids texts #changbin #bang chan #hyunjin #han jisung #seungmin #lee know

[lovebombs4life]

you don’t go to parties - l.r.h

first post ever oh em gee.

cw:swearing, alcohol, angst, jealousy

————

the smell of sweat and alcohol took over your senses. you hadn’t been to a party since the break up. of course you were still friends with the band, you loved them like your brothers. but god it was hard to see them and not think about luke.

it had been five months since the break up. the relationship that you spent the last five years of your life on. and it all ended from jealousy. you and luke had been at a party and you were grabbing drinks when another guy started talking to you. you didn’t think anything of it. he was just being nice. but luke had been watching you from across the room. he got overwhelmed with jealousy and anger.

when you had come back to him, he was cold to you. you never understood why until you both went home that night. the argument had started. it still breaks your heart to think about it. he refused to listen to you. you had gave all your energy to try and save the relationship. from what you saw in the coming months, he was moving on. you stayed right there frozen in time.

now you stand in michael’s home, crowded with people, booming with music. michael had called you asking if you’d come. the boys missed your company. you had agreed, only because you too had missed them. you knew the risk of going. you knew luke would be there. you prepared yourself for the night ahead.

“you made it!” ashton yelled once he had spotted you. you smiled softly. “i’ve missed my best friends. how’s everyone doing?” you asked. ash looked to the side and bit his lip.

“they’re all good. y’know… i’m not supposed to say anything but,” he looked around before continuing. you tilted your head to the side, questioning what he was talking about.

“he knows he fucked up, y/n. the day after it all happened he went to the studio and couldn’t even function. he told us he fucked it all up because he was jealous. he’s been drinking more, becoming reckless because he needs you back. we’ve all told him to talk to you but he’s afraid you won’t listen..” ashton spoke.

you took a deep breath. with shaky hands you gave ashton a hug. you let a few tears fall out. “i don’t know what to do, ash. i mean, fuck, i put so much effort into trying to talk to him and trying to understand why it became what it was.”

“i know y/n, i know. y’know what, let’s forget about it, okay? let’s go get a drink, yeah?” he spoke. you nodded your head. you followed ash as he brought you to the drink table.

as you walked through the house, mutual friends of yours waved to you and smiled. you smiled back, happy to see them all. michael and calum had found you and ashton talking, and celebrated seeing you again. you gave them both hugs. you were so relieved to see them. but you were still terrified to see luke. you had yet to see him.

“is luke even here?” you questioned michael. he shook his head. “not yet. and hey uhm, he doesn’t know that you’re uh, that you’re here…” he trailed off.

your eyes widened. “you didn’t tell him?!” you raised your voice. they hushed you as to not draw attention to yourself. “you guys need to see each other again. he’s been getting wasted every time we have a party, or even a small get together. he needs you, y/n.” calum spoke.

your heart started racing faster than it already was. you swore that everyone could hear your heavy breathing. you we’re beginning to panic. michael noticed you fanning yourself with your hands. “let’s go outside and get some fresh air.” he said. you nodded and walked out the front door. he held onto your shoulders, hiding you out into the porch.

“hey mikey! who’s tha-” a voice spoke. he cut himself off once he saw you. you held your breath knowing who it was. you sat down on the bench outside and held your legs up to your chest, hugging them. you put your face down to let silent tears fall out.

michael had pulled luke to the side. he could see luke’s heart physically drop to his stomach when he saw you.

“what- what is she doing here?” luke stuttered. michael sighed. “i invited her. mate, you know it’s time to talk with her.” he put his hand on luke’s shoulder. luke nodded and slowly walked towards you.

he sat down on the bench next to you, leaving space between you. he took in a shaky breath before speaking to you. “how are you, y/n/n?” he softly spoke.

you lifted your head up to look at him. you’d swallowed hard before looking straight ahead of you. the glow of the moon and the dim lights in the house were your only lighting, which wasn’t very bright. “i’m uhm, i’m okay.” you breathed.

you saw him nod his head from the corner of your eye. he leaned his head back and shit his eyes. “i didn’t think you’d be here. you don’t really go to parties anymore now, do you?” he spoke.

you shook your head softly. “no.” you quietly said. he began to bounce his leg, a nervous habit he had picked up from you. you did as he did, and leaned your head back and closed your eyes.

you felt a soft touch on your hand. your heart skipped a beat. your eyes opened and you turned your head to see he was already looking at you.

“i’m still in love with you, y’know.” he said. you nodded your head, tears pricking your eyes. “i’m sorry.” he spoke again. you squeezed your eyes shut and let the tears fall down. you lifted your hand to wipe them away.

“i know, lu.” you said. “but you just left me. you didn’t even listen to me. you didn’t take a second to stop and think about the fact that it was just a friendly conversation. now here we are, almost six months later, broken up, and seeing each other for the first time since.”

“and for fucks sake we’re outside of michael’s house. everyone we know is inside the house right now.” you continued. you saw tears fall down his cheeks. your heart was already shattered, but seeing him like this tore it up even more, as if someone was smashing it with a hammer.

he began to move his hand away from yours but you grabbed on. “i’m still in love with you too.” you said, staring straight forward, grasping onto his hand.

he sighed with relief. you moved closer to him on the bench, leaning your head on his shoulder. he put his head on yours.

“i still need you. more than anything in the world.” he spoke, kissing the top of your head. maybe it was the alcohol in your system, but your mind started to feel fuzzy. just like when you first started dating him. you lifted your head to look into his eyes.

“i love you.”

“i love you more.”

#5 seconds of summer #5sos #luke hemming imagines #luke hemmings #5sos5 #calum hood #micheal clifford #ashton irwin

[dailysystemaffirmations]

asks

cw:swearing, cyber bullying i have removed asks because people keep on fucking harassing me in asks, i am calling it an argument because you aren't educating me when in the same sentence you are calling me an entitled cunt and that i should kms.

which is the reason i am saying for you all to leave. it's my opinion and many other people share that opinion i am not changing on this topic.

#endos dni #osdd system #actually osdd #traumagenic system #alters #dissociative identity disorder #system #did osdd #osdd 1b #system stuff #syscourse

[ashy-chan-1]

In The Devil’s Eye Ch 1: A beginning.

CW:swearing and mentions of “hunting or killing”

I sighed as I watched the meat of the wolf slowly cook above the fire. I had no shame murdering an innocent animal, this is just as nature intended.

I stared at the midnight sky thinking of my father,Satan. Yeah….Satan. I am the daughter of a demon, specifically the ruler of the underworld. I have no human “family” I learned survival skills all by myself, with the help of my inhuman abilities of course.

I looked back down at the meat that was at last done cooking. I gently brought it over to me and put it in my hands as my tail swayed in delight. I started to eat it. It was juicy and tender.

After I was done eating I went back inside my home. It wasen’t anything too fancy. Just a normal house. A kitchen, a bathroom, a bedroom, a small living room, and a basment.

I went into my bedroom as i got undressed, i struggled a bit with my shirt of course due to my horns…darn things. I groaned as a thought about school, I don’t even need school. I only go to find where that stupid angel that I have to kill is. I set my alarm for 7:05 AM as I slowly drifted off to sleep

I woke up to the sound of my annoying buzzing alarm, I hissed as i got up and smacked my alarm off my night stand. “Fucking hell” I muttered under my breath. I got up out of bed as I stretched and yawned and got out my school uniform. Damned thing. It’s just some dumb white shirt with a dark blue button up coat, a small red tie, a pleated dark blue mini skirt with white stripes, some black knee highs with white stripes at the top, and some black shoes. I layed it all out onto my bed as I grabbed a towel and turned on the shower.

After I was done with my shower I dried off and brushed my hair and teeth and got dressed. I got on my shoes and grabbed my bag as I walked out the door.

#story #ch 1

[romioneficfest]

Nice to Meet You

Title: Nice to Meet You

Prompt/Day: Enemies to Lovers (Day 8)

Tumblr Name: 

Rating: T

Brief Summary: "The moment I first saw her, I knew I was in trouble." A muggle university AU one-shot featuring Ron/Hermione.

Any possible triggering/warning tags: Mild swearing (because Ron can't clean up his language)

Word Count: 1,490

--

The moment I first saw her, I knew I was in trouble.

On a Saturday night during my final year at university, I was at a massive house party, drinking merrily.

I was on my third round of flip cup when I inadvertently flicked the cup too hard. I watched it soar through the air until it bounced off the top of a girl’s head.

“Oh, fuck,” I chuckled, stumbling my way through the throng of people before my feet landed in front of the large armchair she occupied.

She had long, frizzy, curly hair and deep chocolate brown eyes. The way her nostrils flared back at me,  I suspected that she was pretty mad.

"Sorry about that. I think they’re going to have to cut me off," I apologized, hoping my speech wasn’t too slurred.

The mysterious girl rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything. Her lack of a verbal response offended me, and I couldn’t just walk away.

There was an open book on her lap. "Are you reading? At a party?"

"Yeah. So?"

I was taken aback by her cold demeanor, although I recovered quickly.

"So, I feel like most people come to a party to socialize with other people, not to ignore them. If you want to read, why not just curl up on your sofa at home?"

She narrowed her eyes at me, looking annoyed by my decision to continue chatting with her. She clapped her book shut with a loud thud, her eyes blazing with an emotion that I could only decipher as fury.

“I’ll have you know that I agreed to be the designated driver for my flatmate tonight. I’d rather wait here than drive all the way home and back again. The last thing I want right now is to be interrogated by some clumsy drunk.”

“Ha!” The more I spoke to this girl, the more she riled me up. "You’re quite high and mighty, aren’t you? Aren’t we so lucky that you graced us with your presence tonight—”

“Who are you?” She interjected icily.

“I’m me. A human being. Nice to meet you!” I held out my hand for her to shake in a mock gesture that proved to be ineffective.

“You’re a mess.”

“And you’re a nightmare, honestly.”

Her eyes darkened, and I regretted my choice of words. “If you think I’m such a nightmare, then why are you still standing here speaking with me?”

I bent over and picked up the plastic cup, crushing it between my fingers as I stomped off, leaving the room with the tips of my ears burning. I didn't even catch her name, but I didn't think I wanted it.

--

I stumbled out of bed on Monday morning and trudged my way towards my favorite coffee shop, in desperate need of my daily dose of caffeine to make it through a long day of classes. My head was still throbbing from the events over the weekend, which did nothing to alleviate my sour mood.

When I pushed open the door, the wafting odor of coffee beans invaded my nostrils. Before I could seek out the counter to place my order, my eyes landed on someone that made me freeze in place.

Bloody fucking course.

It was the girl from the party. I almost laughed out loud. She still had her nose deep in a book despite the location change.

Sighing to myself, I walked up to the counter to place my usual order — black.

I sat on the stool at the bar counter, observing the infuriating girl as I waited for my coffee. I shook my head in amazement. She never looked up from her bloody book. Not even once.

My name was called, and I wrapped my calloused hand around the to-go cup, nodding my head in appreciation towards the barista. My hand was on the door when I paused. For reasons unknown at the time, something was pulling me back. My feet started to move of their own volition until I was standing in front of her table.

I waited a few moments for her to notice me, but of course, she still had her head buried in that book of hers. Eventually, I cleared my throat, and she raised her head with her brows furrowed and her lips pressed in a thin line.

“Oh. It’s you.”

“Fancy meeting you here,” I smirked.

“Something I can help you with?” She sighed through gritted teeth.

I tapped my chin, pretending to think. “Oh, I don’t know. Depends on if you’re ready to apologize to me for Saturday night.”

The girl’s eyebrows raised so high they disappeared underneath her fringe. “Me? Apologize to you? After you were the one who called me a nightmare? Don’t make me laugh.”

“Only because you said I was a mess first!” I never realized how petty I was until now. I decided to switch gears. “Look, I’m sorry for hitting you in the head. And I think we got off to an awkward start. My name is—”

“I know who you are. You’re Ron Weasley,” she said matter-of-factly.  

I winced, feeling guilty. “I didn’t think we’d ever met before.”

“We haven’t met properly. But we’ve shared many classes.”

“I think I would’ve noticed if—”

“We have. And you definitely didn’t notice me until last Saturday.”

The pit in my stomach grew. “Well, I’d like to know you now.” I stuck out my hand in a gesture meant as a peace offering. “I’m Ron Weasley. And, you are?”

The girl studied me for a long, hard minute before extending her hand forward. “I’m Hermione Granger.”

I couldn’t understand why my heart started racing, or why I had to wipe my sweaty palm on my trousers after letting go of her hand.

“Well, Hermione Granger, it's nice to meet you.”

--

When I finally realized that I was attracted to her, I was already a goner.

It was near the end of my final year at university when I had first stepped foot into the school library, and it was all because of her.

Hermione looked surprised to see me and even more startled to see the pile of books I had tucked underneath my arm. Wordlessly, I sat down at her table across from her and began to flip through the textbooks of the classes I knew we shared.

We continued meeting in the library weekly, studying in silence. It wasn’t until one day in late spring, when we had the entire library to ourselves, that she finally spoke.

“Why are you here?”

I tilted my head. “I’m here every week.”

“I know that. But, why?”

“I want to be.”

“And why is that?”

“Do I have to have a reason?”

“Everyone always has a reason for doing something.”

“I like you, okay?”

“And there is no hidden agenda?”

“Why does there have to be a hidden agenda to spend time with someone? Up until right now, I was quite enjoying your company.”

“Oh, so now you’re not?”

“Not really, no. Not if you’re going to keep making me out to be someone I’m not.”

“And who are you, Ron Weasley?”

“I’m someone who doesn’t need to take this shit. I’m out of here.” I shuffled my books into my bag, ignoring her calls as I charged out the door.

The door slammed shut behind me with a resounding bang. I clenched my fists at my side and willed myself not to look back. After a few steadying breaths, I knew there was only one choice to make.

I turned around.

I saw her crying, and all I wanted to do was wipe the tears away. The pang in my chest indicated I was the reason she was upset.

I turned the knob on the door, listening to the sound of it creak as I opened it just enough to slide through the crack.

Hermione placed a hand over her heart, appearing startled to see me again. She used the pads of her thumbs to wipe away the tear stains, her face flushed. All I could think about was how beautiful she still looked, despite how open and vulnerable she was at that moment.

With more determination than I had ever felt before, I rushed towards her, watching her lips part and eyes widen in surprise as I drew closer. I cupped both of her cheeks with my large hands, dipped my head low, and kissed her full on the mouth. She responded fervently, clutching at my shoulders as our lips roamed together. It felt natural and right.

I pulled back mere centimeters and whispered on her lips. “Do you get it now?”

“Y-yeah.”

I searched her eyes, my hands still cupping her face. “I’m going to sit back down, and we’re going to keep studying together. Okay?”

The corners of her lips curved up into the first smile I ever saw from her. “Okay.”

#hpfic #romione ficfest 2021 #romione #ron weasley #hermione granger #Queue up for the Dragon #cw: #cw:swearing

[whumpadventureprompts]

Medic

"How is everyone?" asks Team Leader, walking up behind Whumpee, the team medic.

"Good," says Whumpee, trying to ignore the spots gathering at the corners of their vision.

"Well done, Whumpee. You've been a hero today. I - are you OK?" Team Leader catches Whumpee as they sway on their feet. "Oh, shit - tell me none of that blood is yours."

Whumpee winces. "I hoped nobody would notice," they mumble, then drop.

#whump #prompt #scenelet #hidden injury #cw:blood #cw:injury #cw:swearing

[ask-sarah-and-co]

While Sarah is drinking her milk, she is approached by Hugh. A very, very tired and annoyed Hugh.

Hugh, are you okay? You don’t look-

What-

THEY’VE BEEN HERE SINCE 3 IN THE FUCKING MORNING. ARCEUS HELP ME. He sighs, I’m going to bed. I lit a fire for them, entertained them for a couple hours- they’re your job now.

Sarah spots the duo in the distance. When she walks over to them, she stares in awe at the legendary pokemon before her.

She bows hastily, It’s wonderful to see you as well, Ryuki! And great to meet you as well, Galadriel. She shakes the Giratina’s hand, but the sleeve of her shirt catches her eye.

Oh nooo, oh Arceus- She nervously checks her outfit, before flushing bright red. Out of all my legendary pajamas- Of course I’m wearing these- She dashes off, completely embarrassed. Lunaaaa could you talk to them? Please?

Luna joins the other two legendaries, her form shimmering until she resembles a human. She bows to the other two legends politely.

Addressing the Giratina she smiles, Sarah is indeed related to Adaman. I believe she said he was about seven generations back? Hm. I never realized that she had Dialga’s scent on her… I might have to ask Alwin about that directly.

She turns to the Lugia. I’m fairly certain Sarah has only ever encountered Alwin in person once. Luna thinks for a few seconds. I believe there was some trouble involving a fellow named Volo on Spear Pillar a few months ago. I don’t know the specific details, I think he was from Adaman’s time and somehow travelled forwards? Anyways, Sarah helped the Sinnoh champion, Cynthia, send him back. Alwin and his counterpart Palkia, known as Cheval, thanked both personally.

@sinnohsiblings / @shimmeringtidepools

#Luna Xerneas #Sarah Adamu #Hugh Iroai #ryuki lugia #galadriel giratina #shimmeringtidepools #sinnohsiblings #pokeask #pokemon ask blog #cw:swearing #my personal hc is that legendaries have no sense of time bc theyre immortal- which is why they showed up super early lol #Prelude- Alolan Vacation

[trek-tracks]

Bones: I’ll take care of you.

Jim: It’s rotten work.

Bones: It’s my fucking job is what it is.

#star trek #star trek tos #star trek aos #leonard mccoy #jim kirk #bones mccoy #captain kirk #it's rotten work #bones means it the other way really he's just covering #incorrect trek #incorrect trek quotes #incorrect star trek #incorrect star trek quotes #anne carson #euripides #orestes #euripedes quote? eumenides quote #cw:swearing #@fireinmywoods pverse

[arven-x-drayster-4ever]

🎶

If you don't like the way I talk, then why am I on your mind? If you don't like the way I rock, then finish your glass of wine We fight and we argue, you'll still love me blind If we don't fuck this whole thing up Guaranteed, I can blow your mind Mwah!

Blow Your Mind (Mwah) - Dua Lipa

#cw:swearing #ask games #music #pokemon irl #pkmn irl #rotomblr

[echoes-garden]

CHISE, THE FUCK DID YOU DO?????

#cw:swearing #funny #face swap #The Ancient Magus Bride #lindel #dragon #thanks i hate this

[plaguethewaters]

Witching Hour

2.700 words

Anxeit, not related and not spoiling the new episode

Cw: lies mention, negative self-thought, swearing

Summary: Deceit didn’t really have a problem with his lie sensing ability. They were somewhat useful if they knew how to control them.

That is, until he found himself, at three am, in the last place he’d want to be wearing only a nightgown.

AN: oh boi has this fic got something out of me. I was inspired by a random prompt here, where Dee had to be teleported everywhere a lie was told, and my brain had it’s first idea in decades. Tagging @figurative-siren-song because I think you’d appreciate some good rarepair fluff. Hope you enjoy!

Despite what Roman kept on saying, being a so called "lie detector" was not fun.

Or better, it would have been fun, without some of the side effects.

After all, having the whole right of calling on the other's bullshit was a pretty good advantage; he could have never denied the amount of... interesting changes that had brought to him.

Being accepted was the most obvious. It was a long process, and nowhere near complete  (it still hurt a bit, all the hesitation and side glances, even though he knew they all just needed to adjust), but it had officially started after he'd spent a whole night comforting Thomas, going over and destroying the truckload of lies his ex had spat on him. To Deceit, it hadn't really been a big deal. Anyone with a heart would have done that. For  the others, thought, it had been the occasion to finally start seeing him in a different light: he wasn't the "soulless villain who only aimed to hurt", not anymore. He was just a part of Thomas, trying to do his job as well as possible; it brought a pint of grey into their black and white vision, which at the end also helped Remus' acceptance.

From there on, it all became relatively easy; he got to know everyone better, a helping hand after another. You can learn way more about someone from their lowest point than from their highest and, oh well, these poor guys did have  some  deep falls. Roman's almost non existent self esteem, Remus' still not quite spent anger for the separation ( and the long needed conversation that followed between the two), Patton's struggles with depression and Logan's feelings of not being listened to; it was amazing how many new things you could learn just by being there, offering a shoulder to cry on and an ear to vent to.

Another good change was suddenly getting some help for himself, too, for things he didn't even realize he needed help for; cold blood related things, mostly. There was a whole new world of warm you could get by cuddling with someone that he had never experienced, and it was addicting. He also apparently had some kind of  "touch starvation" and even if he personally didn't believe it was much of a problem, the others (Patton and Roman being at first place) made their life mission to touch him as much as physically possible.

But as said before, there was a trick to it. The shady side of the medal, so to speak. A little, insignificant, small and totally not important side effect. That caused him to get teleported wherever a lie was told.

It was annoying for a number of reasons (first of which is that it did not work like a regular summon, meaning he'd get his hair destroyed and he would not be alerted before disappearing. You can figure out the kind of awkward situations he'd found himself trapped in), but the worst one, long term speaking, was that his powers grew with him. As a kid, it was way more manageable: detecting only big, obvious lies that were told once in a while. Maybe annoying for the liars themselves, but not as much for him. Then it shifted, more powerful and dreadful as the times went, until it not only recognized white lies, but also lying to oneself.

Thankfully for his sanity, lies still had to be told out loud for him to be summoned; since the others knew pretty well about the situation, they tended to keep things quiet unless they specifically wanted for him to be there (even then, they usually preferred to go find him and ask. It was more polite) , so it did not happen as often as you'd think.

He'd never been brought to Virgil.

Which was okay, perfectly understandable. He wanted to be somewhat angry, to spite him, but how could he? Their past was not a pleasant one to remember. Sure, maybe Virgil was the one who left, but he didn't go for no reason. The Dark didn't treat anyone nicely; he'd only been the first with guts to follow  his plan. When Dee had been accepted, they had agreed not to destroy themselves for what already happened: they were all hurt in their own way, and there was no reason to blame each other over spilt milk.

He did not expect Virgil to take it as a reason to ignore him entirely. He'd spoken to Dee maybe four times in the past three months, and he had been forced to every time (be it for a video or Patton's mandatory movie nights). He didn't even look at him in the eyes, going as far as leaving whatever room Dee entered, and planning his entire schedule to encounter him as little as possible.

It was fine. Maybe a little rude, but fine. Despite whatever pact they may have made, he couldn't help that Virgil's trauma was very directly tied to him. Nobody would want to revive such bad memories, right? It wasn't his fault and he had no reason to feel bad about it. It was fine.

It was also a lucky thing that Dee was not affected by his own lies.

* * *

It takes very little to crush someone's act.

The most perfect lie can be broken with a single word, if said at the right time and place.

For example, Deceit claim of being "absolutely okay" didn't even need words to shatter: just a look, a sudden realization and the dread the fell in his stomach at the situation he'd found himself in.

Because currently, he was in Virgil's room. At three am. In nothing but his nightgown.

He had hoped, for a long second, to be mistaken: maybe it was a dream, a pathetic reminder of a mind that still hadn't moved on, or maybe another one of Remus' badly planned pranks. But a glance was enough for him to recognize the place; no amount of changes and decorations could take away the sheer sense of familiarity that had filled him in that moment.

Virgil had added fairy lights. They were nice, a faint purple glow to break off the sadness of the plain black walls, probably Patton's gift. There were also other things that were obviously gifts, but neither of them clashed the general aesthetic: a dark mahogany bookshelf (Logan's courtesy, he imagined) decorated a corner, right next to a giant purple plush that seemed to have been purposely torn apart and then badly stitched up, with buttons and glitter that were definitely Roman's mark. The spider plush Deceit had gifted was still there, too, untouched but not dusty.

He tried very hard not to think of the implication that brought.

Then he turned around and oh. Oh. That was the moment he knew for sure it couldn't be a dream. There was no mistake, no fabrication in those eyes. No amount of the twin's magic could recreate that shade of perfect, deep brown; they were every color and then none, honey sweet but deep and black as shadows, glossy and watery and reflecting the lights with a glistening rainbow that did nothing but make the picture even more angelic.

There was no mistaking them. Dee thought about little else.

They were different, too, making contact for the first time after years of shying away, of closing and  crushing up in hisses of disgust.

There was still makeup under them.

Virgil could've just forgot it, of course. Yet the tear tracks, still red and sharp on his face, told a very different story. He probably didn't even go to sleep in the first place.

Dee stood there like an idiot, not knowing what to do. He stared, intensely, as Virgil's expression morphed from shock to confusion, to realization and fear, passing trough a feeling he couldn't really place (or maybe he didn't want to place. The line between the two had become very fine). Then he settled on a perfectly crafted mask of casual indifference, typical of his "broody guy" attitude.

"What are you doing here?" He was barely trying to hide the tiredness in his voice.

"I think you know that better than me. Who were you even lying to at three am?" Dee said, regretting his words the second they left his mouth. He could blame his brain (not thinking, as always, asking things in the most insensible way possible-), or the late time. Really, he knew the only reason was that he was weak, as weak as he'd always been, always for that same voice.

There was a pause. Virgil didn't answer immediately, instead getting up from his bed and crossing the room. He paused with a hand on the door, his back still turned and his head hung low.

"I'm sorry I dragged you here," He said, a whisper so low it was almost silent, "But you can go. It was nothing important anyway."

"Virgil..."

"Really. It's fine, I'm fine."

And there it was, bitter and heavy in the air, the sadly familiar bitter scent and taste filling the air, exactly  the same lie Dee was so used to say to himself every night. It was mixed too, both a lie to reassure him and to reassure Virgil himself, as if repressing all of the reasons why he wasn't  fine in the first place.

"Now, that was weak even for you." He said, faking arrogance and saltiness and confidence and everything he couldn't feel like at the moment, because Virgil was in front of him, obviously hurt and in pain and he had  to help - he didn't know what he would do otherwise.

"Dee, really..." Virgil sighed, passing a hand through his hair. "I really can't. Not to you."

It hurt. It hurt, deep into his chest and in places he didn't even know could hurt. He had dreamed, of hearing that nickname on his lips again but not like this, never like this, filled with rejection and probably hatred.

But he couldn't make it about himself, not now. He wouldn't be so selfish again.

"Listen, I know you don't want me around but - no, let me finish please, " he added, seeing the other's head rise a bit, probably in shame or offence. "Don't deny it. I'm not blaming you, you have every reason to hate me but, look.  It's three am. Nobody else is here and it will stay like this for another couple hours. You obviously have something that's bothering you so just, pretend I'm someone else, maybe, vent to me, use me as a punching bag if it can help, get those frustration out. Then we can go to sleep, and tomorrow none of this will be real."

He knew he sounded desperate, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He was desperate, because his stupid brain was still caught up in love and he couldn't just leave Virgil to hurt alone.

He was also scared. Very much so, the feeling like a flaming arrow in his stomach burning its way up his throat, turning everything to ashes, blocking his breath and choking his words. He couldn't stop it from its painful path, spitting fire into his brain as it whispered every possible, horrible outcome of his stupid actions.

A good thing he managed to finish that little speech, then, because he didn't think he would be able to say any more.

"God." Virgil spoke, sudden and loud, and Deceit's head sprung up. When had he looked down?

"God you, you want to kill me don't you?"

Then he turned to face him properly and oh, Dee was so fucked.

Virgil was a mess. His makeup had covered his entire cheeks, smudged when he tried to dry his tears, and it mixed with the marks from his pillow and the tears themselves. His hair fell down to hide half his face, spiking up in several different directions and looking like an overall disaster. The clothes were trashed, too, the signature hoodie hanging off one of his shoulders, with the spider pyjamas underneath doing nothing to better this look.

But he was smiling, a splitting grin that could've lightened up the whole mindscape by itself,  and he was absolutely gorgeous.

Virgil was talking, too, fast and gesticulating all the while, but Dee couldn't catch a single word. He was enchanted, and his poor braincells couldn't focus long enough to follow.

Then Virgil stopped abruptly, staring down at him.

"Are you, are you even listening?  Did you just gay panic through my whole heartfelt speech?"

Deceit did, in fact, gay panic through the whole speech, but hell if he was going to admit that.

"Obviously not, who do you take me for? I just disagree with," he made a vague gesture with his hands, "whatever you just said."

Virgil stared, unbelieving, for a moment. Then he started giggling and, oh, that was just unfair.

"Oh my god. Oh my fucking god you're a dork, a whole ass dork how did I even manage to fall for you I-"

He fell into giggling again, giving Dee time to reboot his system and understand what was being said. He failed.

"I- You- What?"

"That's what the speech was about, you dumb idiot. I like you, I have for a while."

Deceit brain stopped even trying to understand what was happening, instead opting for an absolute, total chaos. He started spluttering semi coherent sentences, hissing so much it made it difficult to properly open his mouth, because "You can't just throw something like this with no warning I'm so underdressed-"

Then one of his cells seemed to suddenly realize what their work was, and he remembered the reason he'd come into the room into the first place.

"Wait, why would you lie to yourself about this?   I used to flirt with you constantly, I thought it was obvious I would reciprocate."

The cute moment ended just like that. Virgil's face darkened, bangs coming down to cover his eyes once again.

"Key word 'used to'." he said, gaze focused intensely on his feet. "With all the shit that hit the fan? I thought you'd moved on. I hoped you moved on, because if you did I wouldn't have had to think about how much of a dick I've been."

"I think this is my turn to call you an idiot, then."

Virgil's head shot back up, hope and offence dancing across his features. Dee took his chance, moving forward and gently cupping his cheek.

"How could I ever move on from you?" He said, not daring anything louder than a whisper. "It's been years, Virgil, and the only thing I could think about was how much I've missed looking you in the eyes. I would go to sleep, every night, pretending I didn't feel the cold spot that used to be yours, pretending I didn't loathe my loneliness, forcing myself not to run at you right there and then. " 

He paused a second, taking a breath, 

"You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Why would I want to lose you again?"

They looked into each other's eyes for a second, both held back by a long time of hesitations and walking on eggshells, not wanting to destroy the fragile perfection of the moment they'd created. Then Virgil shook himself up, rushing impossibly closer to him, until he wasn't sure were the division was.

"If you don't stop me right this second, I will have to kiss away decades of repression."

"Oh please do."

* * *

The next morning Patton was walking around the rooms, checking as usual if everything was alright before going downstairs to start breakfast.

He stopped near Virgil's room, his Dad Sense tingling from the slightly ajar door, fearing V could have had another nightmare, or worse.

Peeking inside, he got a perfect view of two lovebirds cuddling on the bed, clutching at each other like lost sailors alone at sea. He repressed his squeal, silently stepping back and closing the door behind him.

As he continued his path down to the twin's rooms, he couldn't help to smile to himself.

"Took them long enough!"  

#ts virgil #ts deceit #ts janus #ts anxiety #patton mention #anxeit #ts anxceit #anxceit #dorks in love #gods they're idiots #let them be happy please #CW:swearing #swearing #Cw:lies #lies #plague writes