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weasleyreidstyles · 4 months

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Serendipity

chapter five

summary: it was only meant to be a purely transactional relationship. he would help her strengthen her abilities in return for her getting his friends out of his father's nasty path. he didn't mean to fall for her, but loving her was the easiest thing in his dark world.

no use of y/n, but your general nickname is Meadow. All characters are aged up to be over 18.

pairings: mattheo riddle x fem!ravenclaw reader; platonic!slytherins x fem!reader; platonic!golden trio x fem!reader

warning(s): mentions of drugs/weed but only minor, its an angsty one folks!!

series masterlist; previous part; next part

Madame Pomfrey had the house elves bring up food for you and the other occupants of the Hospital Wing when dinner time rolled around later that day. You enjoyed a plate full of roast chicken, potatoes and mash before the plate was magically vanished upon you finishing it before the matron came to check on you again.

Some time after that, the doors to the Hospital Wing are pushed open with an echoing creak but you didn't look up from your book to see who it was until your copy of Pride & Prejudice was plucked right out of your hands.

"Hey!" you protest, going to grab the book back from Mattheo Riddle's grasp. "Oh it's you."

"You sound so happy to see me." he teases as he sits on the edge of your bed. You stare from the fabric of the bed sheets to where he's sitting with raised brows.

"There's a perfectly good seat right next to you." you grumble as he enters your personal space.

"The seats are uncomfortable, I'd rather not sit on them again after I spent a good hour waiting for you to wake up earlier." he replied, forcing you to move over so that he could fit properly on the bed next to you.

"You stayed?" you asked incredulously. "Why?"

"You passed out the second we all saw Bell on the bed. I was worried. Sue me."

"Awh you care about me." you cooed, jokingly patting his knee before rolling your eyes.

He picked up the book that he had taken from you and flipped it around cover to cover, reading the blurb and scrunching his face up. "What's your book about? I don't understand it."

As you begin to explain Elizabeth Bennett's intricate and turbulent relationship with Mr. Darcy with fervour, Mattheo can't help but stare at you with eyes full of admiration and...something else.

Some time later, the dreaded conversation ended up coming around. You tell him how odd it felt when you saw the necklace; how your weird intuition seemed to carry over to the Hospital Wing when you saw Katie; to Dumbledore's cryptic visit.

"Dumbledore spoke to you?" he asked, curiously.

"Well at first he complimented my Occlimency abilities. Thank you by the way." you start. "But then he asked me about what happened when Katie was cursed."

Mattheo listened as you talked, nodding his head to show that he was paying attention.

"...and then he asked me to tell him what I felt when I touched a ring that he had in his possession."

"A ring?" A look crosses Mattheo's face, but it's gone in an instant.

"The magic was similar to the necklace, but different at the same time." you continue, picturing the Riddle insignia in your mind. "Dumbledore's hand is the way it is because of it."

You didn't know whether you should tell him about what Dumbledore said about Professor Slughorn, that seemed like something Dumbledore would want to be kept under wraps.

"He didn't really give me a solid answer, but he gave me sound career advice." you say with a huff.

"What happened when he gave you the ring?"

"Same thing that happened when I touched Katie. It burned me. But my magic was surrounding the ring this time. It felt...odd."

"Huh." He's quiet for a moment before he changes the subject once more.

"Your friends spoke to Professor Mcgonagall and Professor Snape earlier, after you fainted." he said. "Potter thinks it was Draco that cursed her. Accused him right in front of them."

"Did he do it? Malfoy?" you interject, Harry's theories had become more consistent over the last few weeks, and you weren't surprised to hear that he had suspected that Malfoy was behind this, despite ludicrous the allegations were.

"He had detention with Mcgonagall today. Didn't show up to transfiguration remember? He was pretty pissed off about missing the first Hogsmeade weekend." he says and you recall the detention being issued a few days ago when Malfoy appeared in the doorway of the Transfiguration classroom a quarter of an hour late.

"Right. Yeah." you say tiredly, somewhat unconvinced but you push the feeling aside when he begins to stand.

"Where are you going?" you say with a yawn, reaching for his left forearm. He winces but you don't catch it in your tired state.

"You're getting tired, and it's almost curfew. I need to get back to my common room so I don't risk getting a detention."

"Pansy's patrolling tonight. You'll be fine." you say, dragging him to sit down. "Stay a little longer. At least until I fall asleep. Please?"

The way you looked at him with your big, tired eyes caused him to falter.

"You don't really want me to stay, Princess." he murmured but he didn't move to stand again.

"I hate when you call me that." you say. "I wouldn't have asked otherwise, Mattheo. I don't want to fall asleep alone in here."

"Alright, move over then." his resolve crumbles and he moves to lie down behind you, using an arm around your waist to drag your body closer to his, his body heat warming you from the inside.

It takes you no time at all to fall asleep in his embrace, feeling the most comfortable you'd ever felt in your entire life. In your sleepy haze, you swore you felt him kiss the side of your temple, murmuring into your soft skin.

"Good night, sweetheart." he had whispered, before he fell asleep shortly after you.

~∞~

The week following his visit to the Hospital Wing, your interactions with Mattheo were few and far between.

Your lessons had dwindled after he had first started skipping out on you, but now he seemed hellbent on avoiding you altogether.

He had once again skipped your Ancient Runes lesson that week and Theo proved to be of little help when he refused to tell you where his best friend was. Pansy seemed to be growing increasingly agitated by her two friends over the course of the time Mattheo was ignoring you.

"For Salazar's sake, Teddy. Mattheo's just been a little busy this week." she said. "No need to worry. I think he's been doing extra Potions work."

"Do you know where he is now?" you ask your friend with pleading eyes.

Like Theo, she seemed reluctant to give you the boy's location, as if they knew something that you weren't supposed to know, but in the end they shared a look and relented.

"He's in the Room of Requirement." Teddy says, before his hands gently grip your shoulders. "But we never told you, okay. I don't want to die a premature death, tesoro."

"Thank you. I won't tell him you helped, don't worry Teddy." you reassured him before walking down the corridor and towards the system of staircases that would take you to the seventh floor.

Due to the interval between lessons ending and new ones beginning, it seemed to take you ages to get from point A to B, with everyone lingering in or rushing through the corridors but when you got to the familiar wall, you waited.

I need to see Mattheo.

I need to-

The door began materialising in front of your eyes, reminiscent of the late evenings that you'd come here with your friends for DA meetings before Umbridge and the Inquisitorial Squad had it disbanded. Your hand still had that prominent scar from the two weeks of detention you had each received: I must not disobey the Ministry.

When the door was fully formed, you twisted the handle and slipped through.

The room appeared to be huge and full to the brim with piles upon piles of junk. It was going to take you forever to find him, but you knew he was in there somewhere.

You started down a pathway that had appeared between some old arm chairs and bookshelves and followed where your gut was telling you to go.

It was quiet, too quiet and you were about to give up hope when you saw Mattheo lounging on a dark velvet chaise lounge, a blunt hanging in his lips, something shiny resting in his lap that looked an awful lot like a tiara, which he vanished away when he saw you.

"So this is what you do in your spare time?" you ask, hesitantly sitting at the edge of the chaise lounge, by his feet.

He only sighed as he took another hit of the blunt, leaving you to carry on speaking without a reply.

"How'd you even get that into the school? It's more illegal for wizards to get their hands on than muggles." you turn your head to face him only to find him staring straight ahead, avoiding your gaze altogether.

You huffed before you stood up and rounded the chaise to stand directly in front of him; he continued to stare in the opposite direction.

"For Rowena's sake, Riddle. Look at me." you snapped, using the pads of your fingers to firmly direct his face to yours.

His gaze was void of emotions when he stared at you. Like it had been all the times before when he'd antagonise Harry or Ron with his friends. His eyes were no longer soft like they had been with you these past months. They were cold and dark and angry.

If you hadn't have grown some sort of friendship with him, if you could even call it that, then you'd happily go on ignoring his existence again. But for some reason, you couldn't shake him, wouldn't shake this hold he had on you.

"What do you want, Meadow?" he asked, voice low and raspy, as if he'd not spoken in a while. "I thought you'd get the hint by now? Or are you seriously that stupid?"

"You confuse the absolute fuck out of me, Riddle." you say, beginning to grow annoyed at his apparent nonchalance. "What's your issue? You agree to help me out for Theo's sake and the second it gets complicated you what? You just....leave?"

"'S not like we're mates, Meadow." he grumbles, rolling his eyes as he takes another hit. "Actually I'm pretty sure we're supposed to be enemies."

"The whole point of the lessons is for me to help you and your friends get out, is it not?"

"To get them out. Not me. That wasn't the deal." he snaps.

"I agreed to help. That includes you, too."

"And how did you honestly expect that to go down? Huh!" he stood up so suddenly that you stumbled backwards, into the table that was behind you.

"How do you think the Order will react when you go to them, pleading for my case? The son of The Dark Lord on their side? They'd sooner call you a traitor for even associating with any of us." he had gotten closer to you, so much so that the toes of his shoes kissed your's.

"They would be understanding. If you told them how much you hate him-"

"And you think they'd actually believe that?" he snaps, stepping even closer to you. You had to press your hands against his firm chest to stop him trapping you further against the table. "They'd show mercy to Theo and the others. That's all I care about. I didn't want any of them to be involved. You need to get them out. Not me."

"But why?" you question harshly, looking at him through your lashes. His brown eyes were pure onyx now, no traces of the boy you'd gotten to know were present.

"I am my father's son, sweetheart. My fate has been sealed since the day I was born. There's no helping me." he says quietly, his eyes boring into your's.

"Let me help you. Please." you say resolutely. "We'll think of something. They have to hear you out."

"They won't."

"They have to." you insist. "What kind of people would they be if they refuse to help someone in need."

"They can't help someone who can't be saved, sweetheart."

"For fuck's sake Mattheo! Why are you being so stubborn?!" you snap, your voice raising in octaves that surprises both of you.

"Why are you so determined to save me?" he shouts back, leaning down so that your faces are level. His hands sit on either side of your thighs, bracketing you to the table as his breathe huffs against your cheek, the scent of weed and smoke overtaking your senses. He's breathing heavily, eyes flicking between your's and your lips. Mattheo seems to be holding onto what little resolve he has left before the unthinkable happens.

He's staring at your lips now. Your breathe hitches as he seems to contemplate something but you can't see his thoughts very clearly.

It's only a split second decision but you can see it, the moment he decides to let go.

"Fuck it." he mumbles before his mouth decends on your's. In your shock you don't realise that you've practically frozen until he pulls away with wide eyes.

"Shit- Meadow I'm sorry I-" you snap out of your frozen state and don't let him finish his sentence as you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and kiss him like your life depended on it.

The feeling is euphoric. His lips are like a warm and gentle hug against your own; it feels right. Like the missing piece of a never ending puzzle was finally put back into place. You're so in your head that you don't even register the unceremonious moan you let out when Mattheo's tongue sensually brushes your own. It allows him to deepen the kiss and you think you might die happily right then and there, with his soft lips on your's.

Gods, sweetheart. he groans, his inhibitions down, so you feel everything he feels. Every thought and every desire. If I knew kissing you felt this good, I would've done that much sooner.

When you eventually pull away from eachother, only a hair of space was left between you, your breathing equally heavy.

His onyx eyes held that familiar softness that he seemed to only show around you, his lips quirked into a cheeky grin.

Merlin, he was the most attractive boy you'd ever layed eyes on. It was then that you realised that you were well and truely fucked.

~∞~

omg they kissed 🫢🫢

the one bed trope gets me every time 🤭🤭 i think we can all agree that mattheos a bit of an idiot but the guy's got his secrets...😁

and i love angst and slow burns so much but i couldn't help myself lol i love a '"fuck it" and they kiss' moment but im sorry this was short. i was contemplating carrying this on or splitting the chapter into two which is what im doing so really this is more of a filled chapter for whats to come ;)

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#harry potter #mattheo x you #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #theo nott #pansy parkinson #mattheo riddle x you #angst #serendipity series

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heartfullofleeches · 8 months

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Kreme Filled

Yan Candy Person + G.N Candy Witch Reader

Summary: Blurb in which Witch Reader teaches a friend a bit about their anatomy and said friend teaches them about theirs. Said friend almost happens to be made of fried douth

(Tags: Light/Candy body horror, slightly suggestive, fingering but not in the way that you think, no use of y/n - reader is referred to as Sweets)

"Whoa!- I didn't know you had a hole here too. I learn something new about you everyday, Sweets!-"

Living with folks made out of pastries and sweets for so long, it's surprising how easy it was to forget their various attributes and lack there of every now and then. Showered by so much love and acceptance in the community, it almost came as a shock the first few time to remember those caring hearts were made of sugar and syrup instead of the same blood and tissue as your own. Often times you recalled only these features by the spillage of their syrupy fluids, but frequent instances across that further separated your human skin from their sweet, doughy flesh.

Kreme was one of the sweetest souls you've met by far both in personality and taste. A local pastry with a hair that reminded you of freshly made donuts and coincidentally made of the same dough. Piped with passion for design and clinging to your side, Kreme visited your bakery daily for different pigments of frosting to decorate their clothing and self with whenever creativity struck which was hourly for them. On the plus side you had a few bracelets and rings too delicate for you to wear, but made them happy when displayed around your kitchen and home.

While piping the frosting need for a new batch of sprinkles on a tray, Kreme had grown bored by lax amount of attention on them and so they decided to pull a little prank to lighten the mood. They slathered their hands in powered sugar, snuck up behind you as concentration lowered your guard, raised your shirt under the guise of a friendly hug, and brought their powder covered hand down on your sides. Rubbing the powder into your skin, Kreme noticed something as their palms ran over your stomach. A hole almost like the one in their torso only much smaller and refused to open no matter how their fingers pried. They tried again, but stopped upon hearing you cry out in discomfort.

"Ow! Kreme, that hurts - cut it out."

Kreme immediately drops their hands, staring at you like a deer in headlights as you face them. "Oh! I'm really sorry, Sweets - it's just that your hole is so tiny I was trying to make it bigger for you." The fiend slaps their hands over their mouth. "I'm sorry - are they supposed to be that small for your kind? Please don't tell me I seriously hurt you."

You gently pull their hands from their face, wiping yours of its confusion in attempts to soothe their rising fears. "I'm okay, Kreme, really. But, what do you mean by... hole?"

Kreme lifts your shirt and points at your stomach. "This one! Never seen anything like it before."

You follow their finger, gears clicking as you look just above your waist. "Oh.... ohhhh that hole. Well, when people like me are... created, we're attached by a cord to our makes that gives us nutrients till we come out and that "hole" is where we were attached at."

Kreme touches your skin, eyes growing wider with every word. "That's so cool! I love learning more about you, Sweets. Human stuff was so boring when the others told me about them, but when it's about you I wanna listen all day... Wanna see mine?"

"Your what?"

Kreme laughs. "My hole, silly. It goes all the way through and I can put so many things in it. Frosting, jam, sprinkles. I love sprinkles - especially the ones you make me. Anyway, wanna see it?"

"Um...."

Not waiting for a reply, Kreme rolls up their tee and proudly presents the centimeters wide hole in the center of their chest. Crouching on your knees, you could see straight through it, and in at the softer wall of dough that made up their inners. By guessing, you estimated you could fit around three fingers in the hole with no problem. You try to shake the thought, but it keeps crawling back to mind.

"It really is a hole..." You reach out to examine the crater - having enough restrain to before your hand meets their skin.

"Yea!.. Stick your fingers in it."

You stumble on your feet and words - caught off guard by their sudden shift in tone. "What?"

Kreme smiles, directing one of your hands towards the entrace of their hole. "I want you - to put your fingers inside me. I can tell that you're thinking about it~"

Urged by their guiding hand and pleading eyes, you extend your index finger and slowly begin to insert it into their hole. The texture is akin to mashed cake as you imagined, but it's slightly more moist than pictured. Tearing an earlier theory you add another finger and push them both deeper, the walls of pastry around them contracting as Kreme whimpers - squirming, and even whining out as you pull back.

"Am I hurting you?"

Kreme shakes their head, grip alarming firm for someone of their kind. "No... no, no - it's just that whenever anyone else tries to touch my hole it's always a bit uncomfortable, but if it's Sweets.... If it's you, I'm okay with anything. Please keep going."

You didn't want to hurt them, but your curiosity had been peaked.

"Lemme know if any part of this bothers you and we'll stop, okay?"

Kreme nods as if they understand, but is too transfixed on your fingers as you add yet another and shove them all inside of them to utter more than desperate cries. Cold air kisses your fingertips as they fall out the back entry of their hole before being sucked back in. There's a little wiggling room, but not enough where you can't attempt to put in another digit. Kreme, noting your hesitant and dying to feel more of you looking around.

"Oh, oh - check out this fun trick I can do." Reaching over to the table, Kreme nabs the - tilting their head back as they swallow the frosting. Your fingers rooted in the tightness of their midsection run slick with cream as it slides down their throat, pouring out over your hand and onto the floor - spilling onto your apron and legs. Working as a lubricant, you successfully fit all fingers of your dominant hand in side of the pastry and out through the other side as their legs buckle, nearly giving out as they hover over you. You stand to help them upright and due to the building ache in your legs from your position. Kreme throws their arms over your shoulder, pushing with every pull and shaking as your hand stretches their hole wider. It'd close back to normal later on, but for now they revelled at the thought of having a permanent marker of your affliction on them. Tearing them up from the inside and leaving them starving for your attention whenever you close your doors for the evening. It too much. If only they could have one thing to be left with until the next day. One little thing to keep them going until the sun rose tomorrow.

"Sweets... Ah... deeper... I wanna feel you... always..."

As with all good things, their pleasure comes to an end to soon. You slide your hand out of their torso, allowing them to fall slack in your arms as they collect themselves. You subconsciously lick at the frosting coating your hand still in autopilot from closing shifts at your bakery, which in turn adds to their lightheadedness. You play coy to the kiss they sneak to your cheek as they stand on their own, gazing bashfully at the floor.

"Sweets?...."

"Yeah?.."

"I sorta lied when I said I never paid attention to things about humans... I know about various parts of their bodies and some of the urges... your kind gets... We really aren't so different if we really think about it."

You pause mid wipping your hands on your apron. "What are you getting at?"

"I'm saying the next time we do this I want your cream inside me instead. I don't want anything else than to feel you inside me - forever. It's the only thing that can make me truly happy. I never want to leave you so please don't leave me.

Kreme kisses your cheek again as they grab at the strings of your apron. "Just give it some thought. For now, I'll be taking this since I got it all dirty. Love you bunches, Sweets - bye!"

Loosening the tight knot, Kreme tears off your apron and waves it as their flag of triumph as they flee out the back door of the kitchen - leaving you alone to clean everything up.

#yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #yandere blurb #yandere insert #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere candy #witch reader #Sweets witch

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omegalomania · 2 months

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What are some of your favorite aro-/ace-coded fob lyrics?

oh fuck yes a little bowl of seeds just for me

boycott love from disloyal order of water buffaloes is a personal favorite of mine. its a lyric i really really want tattooed at some point. that's not the only lyric i latch onto from an aro perspective but it's probably the biggest one

basically the entirety of it's hard to say "i do" when i don't but a special mention goes to you are appealing to emotions that i simply do not have as well as the only ring i want buried with me are the ones around my eyes

it's true romance is dead / i shot it in the chest and in the head from the music or the misery is also a favorite of mine, also just that whole song in general

i thought i loved you but it was just how you looked in the light in hum hallelujah resonates with a lot of queer folks i've found, and it's no different for me

same goes for it's a strange way of saying that i know i'm supposed to love you from g.i.n.a.s.f.s.

i'm outside the door, invite me in / so we can go back and play pretend from alone together brings me back to when i was trying to perform heteronormativity/amatonormativity even if it was making me miserable

i also hold to a very similar vibe with she said "i love you 'till i don't" / i am just playing house, no idea what i'm doing now from sunshine riptide and also most of burna boy's verse, frankly. i fell in love but i didn't fall down and feel like i'm bulletproof, baby in particular

american beauty/american psycho, particularly the first verse. i think i fell in love again / maybe i just took too much cough medicine

golden is a big one for queer folks in general i've found. the chorus especially hits hard from an aro and/or ace reading. and i saw god cry in the reflection of my enemies / and all the lovers with no time for me

i've got a dark alley and a bad idea that says you should shut your mouth is a heavy song no matter how you slice it. but that chorus gets to me in particular: we can fake it for the airwaves / force our smiles, baby, half-dead / from comparing myself to everyone else around me

the kids aren't alright reads to me as one big anthem for platonic love above anything romantic, which resonates super hard with me. the second verse has a lot of good lines that i latch onto from an aroace lens too. your love is anemic and i can't believe / that you couldn't see it coming from me

pretty much the whole chorus of HOLD ME TIGHT OR DON'T does it for me, and those verses have got some good aroallo vibes too! i never really feel a thing... confidants but never friends...

the whole of fake out is a gimme. that chorus rings real true. starts with love is in the air, i just gotta find a window to break out and finishing with but it was all a fake-out

i've got all this ringing in my ears and none on my fingers is one that has another highly applicable title but the whole refrain of the truth hurts worse / than anything i could bring myself to do to you paired with the one-two punch of that second verse REALLY gets under my skin

and of course, the culminating one: you are what you love, not who loves you from save rock and roll. obviously there are a LOT of ways to read that line

there are a couple other songs i latch onto - wilson (expensive mistakes); a little less "sixteen candles", a little more "touch me"; the (after) life of the party to name a few - but the ones listed above are the big lyrics that resonate with me on a personal level

just in general i have a shitton of fob over on my aro playlist (which doubles as a general aroace/queer playlist but has a lot of emphasis on aromanticism) in case i forgot to mention anything but like i said those are the big ones

#askin hours #anon #happy aro awareness week lol ive had this in my drafts for mONTHS and forgot about it #sorry it took so long to answer i have a million asks in my inbox and just do not have time most days #go listen to aromanticism by moses sumney for black history month and aro awareness week btw #now THAT there is an album that rewrote my neural chemistry

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sunny44 · 9 months

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Me or him? Pt.2

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x best friend! Reader

Warning: nothing serious I guess.

Summary: After the fight with Pierre and the break-up with your boyfriend, you and Pierre end up in the same boat on an outing with friends but he was not alone.

Part 1

When the Hungarian Grand Prix weekend was over I was exhausted.

Pierre wasn't speaking to me, Jason and I had broken up and were now on summer break and I had never had such a lonely vacation as this.

After the fight with Pierre I thought it would be as silly as the others that we would talk as usual after we had calmed down but apparently for him that wasn't going to happen.

I tried to talk to him and apologize for being so insensitive about his feelings for me and that I shouldn't have blamed him for Jason's craziness.

But when I went to him all he did was ignore me and he is doing that to this day. I hadn't even been able to tell him that Jason and I were no longer together and that he could be happy that he didn't have to see his face anymore.

Before the fight we had arranged with Charles and Max to all go out together on Charles's boat and that was what we would do today.

I had packed up my things and was now in the harbor and soon saw Charles from a distance talking to Pierre who as soon as he saw me I could see the displeasure on his face.

"Hi boys."

"What's up y/n." Charles says excitedly hugging me and Pierre just gets into the boat. "Are you guys still fighting?"

"Apparently."

"He'll get over soon, he's just angry.

"I know but I hate being in bad terms with him."

"I know but he'll get over it you'll see." We confide in each other for a while until Max shows up next and minutes later Pierre comes out of the boat all excited and walks straight past us to a girl who was standing there.

I didn't know her which was strange since we had the same friends but when Pierre kissed her I understood that she wasn't just a friend.

That made my eyes roll back because this was classic of him, one week he would say that he was in love and the next week he would show up with a completely different girl.

And this only made me angrier because I spent days blaming myself for having said those things to him when in fact they were just more empty words.

"Well folks this is Scarlett. This is Charles, Max and y/n."

"It's a pleasure to meet you all." She smiles kindly and shakes everyone's hand. "I've heard a lot of things about you."

"Oh I hope good things." I answer that not to say I had never even heard of her.

"Don't worry, they were good things." I smiled at her and turned my back on them heading toward the boat.

Honestly, he managed to end my day in less than five minutes.

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Scarlett laughed out loud at anything Pierre said and honestly I think she was only pretending because Pierre was many things but funny was not one of them.

Yes he was spontaneously funny but not that funny for her to laugh so hard.

“Are you ok?" I get scared by the voice. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay, I was just distracted." Max smiles and sits down next to me.

"You don't like her?" I looked at her and him again.

"I have no reason not to like her, I met her today and she was very kind."

"Then why aren't you talking to each other?"

"We fought over some things."

"Over your boyfriend?"

"Ex-boyfriend." When I say that I could notice Pierre's surprised face and that's where I realized that he was listening.

"I didn't know you guys had broken up."

"We brake up in the Hungary race, because of Pierre."

"Did he do something?"

"In parts yes but that's not why we broke up." Max was silent waiting for me to continue explaining. "Jason always had this crazy idea that Pierre was in love with me and every time he could bring it up he did and that was the cause for a fight between us and in Hungary Pierre confessed that he was really in love with me and when I told Jason he thought that would be a reason for me and Pierre not to be friends anymore so he made me choose between the two of them. And I chose Pierre."

"Wow. But I still don't understand why you’re fighting."

"I said some things that I regretted up until the moment he showed up with her here. I thought it was wrong of me not to validate his feelings for me but really he just did what he always does, says he's in love with a girl one day and then shows up with another one a day after. So now I'm mad at him too."

"I get it, but he really is in love with you and that's nothing new."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because one time he almost hit me because I said I wanted to ask you out."

"Well but that doesn't matter if he's with her." Max just agreed. "And just for you to know I had the biggest crush on you when we were younger so I probably would have accepted if you had asked me out."

"I missed my chance." He says and I laugh bringing the attention of the others to us.

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Max and I stayed a long time talking until the others joined us.

Now I was walking home happy for the first fun day I had so far on this vacation. I left my slippers by the door and put my backpack on the couch and as I was going to my room to take a shower the doorbell of my apartment rang and when I opened the door I saw Pierre standing there.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to talk."

"So now you want to talk? Really?"

"Yes."

"Well it's a shame you came all this way for nothing because I don't want to talk to you." I went to close the door but he held it and came in. "What part of I don't want to talk to you don't you understand?"

"Please just listen to me okay?"

"No I don't want to listen to you because when I wanted you to listen you ignored me."

"I love you okay?" He says making me stay silent. "I've always loved you and when you started dating Jason I hated it, I hated that it wasn't me in his place and I think that's when he realized that I was in love with you. And I thought it wouldn't last so I accepted it without saying anything because I thought that as soon as he broke up with you that would be my chance. But that didn't happen and I've been blaming myself all these years for not saying anything sooner."

"Pierre..."

"And then you said that in Hungary and I couldn't hold back and said I was in love with you but I didn't think you would react that way so I got angry."

"React in what way?" I asked him.

"That the idea that I like you is so disgusting that you blame me for you two fighting." I looked down at the floor in shame. "And then I took Scarlett today because I knew you'd be there and I wanted to act like I was over you but then I heard you tell Max that you weren't dating anymore and that's when I decided I wouldn't make the same mistake I made years ago. Even though you don't want anything to do with me now I had to do it or I would regret not doing it..."

I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him, he immediately stopped talking and when he realized it was really happening his hands went to my waist pulling me closer and his tongue slid across my mouth.

I actually don’t know why I kiss him, I had never felt anything for him or at least I didn't think so.

But now that I’m here kissing him I wonder why it took me so long to do this and why I wasted years of my life with Jason when I actually had a guy who loved me right in front of me.

"You talk too much." I said as soon as we stopped kissing.

"If you're going to interrupt me like this all the time I'm sure I'll talk more often." I started to laugh at him, who gave me a quick kiss. "So what do we do now?"

"Well I'm going to take a shower while you order a pizza and we'll watch a random movie. We don't need to deal with any of that right now, we have time."

"Sounds perfect to me."

Bonus scene!

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considermygenderminecrafted · 5 months

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hmmmm. Debating makin this post but sure. Fuck it.

context: Sunny felt really hurt over how Phil introduced her to Talullah and some folks are interpreting is as Phil were cruel or that he's tryna be like more fucked up after purgetory

Disclaimer: Sunny is a kid and has every fuckin right to feel how she feels, and interpret things how she does, and it would be great if they talked and figured shit out. Disclaimer over.

Post: Ngl fellas, introducin someone with some banter about a topic you don't see em as insecure about is just kinda summit you Fuckin Do in north england. YUP EVEN WITH THE LITTLENS. My Mam and Dad did it with me nd my sister as a kid, my parents close friends would to it with us, my friends rents do it with them, my mates do with to me, I do it with them. It's like, kinda a thing that just happens,,, It's part of the culture. especially if the person you're introducing them too is nervous, cause its an ice breaker. Like "hey the person you're scared of is a person like you, look they can handle a bit of banter, its all fine we're friends here" type vibes!

Usually, you preface or end it with a compliment to show you're genuine feelings, and usually you don't do it with someone when it's your first meeting with em, but you'll take the piss out of someone you like to show that you like them yknow? Especially if you've like done other shit to establish yous appreciate that thing you're making fun of em about (like qPhil givin Sunny another pretty crown cause she likes gifts and pretty things and feeling like a princess).

You'd also go for something that you don't acutally feel negateiely about, obviously. Phil doesn't give a shit that she and tubbo steal, thats just a like thing that happens sometimes that you can roll your eyes at but whatever kids gonna nick shit /affectionate. It's not a fuckin insult coming from a place to shame or correct, it's intended to be banter, yknow?

Like, its a show that you like the person and know summit about the person and also believe they can handle a bit of banter at their expense. ESPECIALLY if you've seen em take the piss out of you, someone else, or themselves, cause then it's like "oh word you like to play with this dynamic, okay"

And like, does it suck when you misjudge? Absolutely. Does it suck when someone chooses the wrong topic and gets at summit you're genuinely insecure about? Yes. I've had convos with mine being like 'hey can you not use this topic when you're doin banter' and thats like, really fair to do. There are also like more casual ways to tell em to knock it off like, turning it back on them, or lampshadin it etc which are like, accepted way to tell someone to back down a bit, because it's just like. A thing you do here!

Like qPhil takes the piss out of everyone he loves, chayanne and talullah get it all the time, tubbo (the godparents of his kids) gets it SO much, so does fit, so does Etoiles, like its truly is like, just a fuckin, part of friendships.

TO REITERATE. SUNNY HAS EVERY FUCKIN RIGHT TO FEEL THE WAY SHE DOES! SHE IS A KID, SHE'S NOT FROM THE SAME CULTURAL BACKGROUN, SHE DOESN'T KNOW PHIL THAT WELL NOR PHIL AND TUBBOS RELATIONSHIP!!

Did qPhil put his foot in it? Yes. Do they need to have a natter and settle things? Yes.

But it would be fuckin Lovely if we didnae start up "Phil is actually being a bad person and purpose and cc!Phil is making the choice for his character to be bad" when it's just like, a cultural difference from him being northern again

#discouse #q Philza #q tubbo #q tallulah #q sunny #tbh i think this actually applies to most of britian? at least like not the stupid posh parts #but i can only speak to my expriences so #fandom neg

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1moremilgram-enjoyer · 6 months

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Fuuta T1 Cover - Mozaik Role

This song's a bit more odd than some others, but I think it fits Fuuta quite well! Let's see what the connection is, though obviously this is all just my opinion and my view.

CW Online harassment, harmful relationships, sex

Mozaik Role can be read in a few different ways, but the interpretation I'm going with is that it speaks of a romantic relationship between two people which is beginning to break down, as they don't feel satisfied with it. The main reason why is that they feel the connection doesn't go beyond sexual attraction, it's superficial.

Lack of sympathy and superficial sex seem to perfectly describe the unbreakable bond between you and me Saying things like, "Either way, I still love you..." (lol) [...]

In the end, I got tired of you Since I don't know if it's love or lust, what should I call this relationship I'm about to end?

(Translation)

(Note: Purely sexual relationships can still be meaningful and aren't inherently inferior to romantic relationships. But sexual attraction isn't enough to hold up a healthy romantic relationship, the same way romantic attraction isn't enough to hold up a healthy sexual relationship)

Staying together and pretending to be in love only hurts them.

Certain words pierced through you I described the fluid flowing from your wound as "love" [...]

Wouldn't it be better to say you used to love me? We're intertwined, so nobody can touch us Isn't this fate, too? It's just a certain world of love that disappears [...]

Can we say we used to love each other? We were hanging on and struggling Wouldn't it be better if you just killed me, since I hate you?

In fact, in the video, Gumi regains her colors when the other person disappears.

That's the idea. I believe the 'mosaic' in the title refers to a scattered and broken up relationship.

So what's the connection to Fuuta? Well, I believe he's essentially talking to his old 'friends' here. The idea is that their connection is completely superficial, though the 'sex' would refer to as he puts it:

(T1) Q1: What is a friend?

F: Folks you can get hyped over the same thing with.

Basically, their relationship doesn't go further than 'those guys I talk to online to cancel people together and hang out to have fun'. It's all superficial, held together by the shared enjoyment of playing videogames and going on online witch hunts-

(Oh my God that's why Killcheroy is represented by a witch it's because it's a witch hunt-)

Not only that, but they're all bad influences on each other, which is obvious given what their 'friendship' led to. That's why it'd be best if they leave each other behind, if they said they used to 'love' each other. Not to mention that Fuuta's friends do abandon him after Killcheroy dies.

So yeah, a completely superficial relationship. Again, other readings exist, but in my opinion this is the one that best fits Fuuta.

Well that was pretty short. Hope it made sense! Take care!

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #mozaik role cover #honestly this cover goes hard #fuuta sing a boring song challenge level IMPOSSIBLE #bangers only when *looks up va* arthur lounsbery's on the mic #anyways

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Sorry, but I need to say something I've been thinking about for a while. I found geto's death forcing. 1.he loses to a boy with no experience and the power of ''love''. 2.he was stronger and had more knowledge and experience than the boy yuta. 3. It seems that the author just wanted to get rid of geto so that this annoying villain Kenjaku could come. 4. In my opinion, Geto is the best villain. I don't understand why the author didn't want to continue with him. 5. His death was forced because Saturo already had a change in character and personality. What I'm trying to say is that in the film, Satura is already different, he's no longer that immature young man. 6. the serious work was much more dramatic if geto had survived saturo blow he would have become stronger and returned as a villain again with sukuna. Sorry if it's big, but I have these doubts that such a good and well-constructed character had a horrible ending and very little.

I get you, Anon. You have every right to feel that way.

Honestly, as someone who does enjoy Geto, I'll tell you right now that your first point reminded me why I have came to hate the word "fraud".

I really hate what fandoms have done now to that word because it's like that word is thrown at every single character.

Lately, I keep seeing people call Geto a "fraud" because he lost to Yuta, but I'm sitting here like "what the hell is he faking though"?

They really associate losing to being a fraud and it's ridiculous.

Look, I adore Yuta, I do. But let's not sit here and act like Yuta wasn't having a difficult time against Geto because he was.

"Why is Geto considered a Special Grade"?

I don't know, maybe because his technique literally can bring about chaos all over Japan as how Kenjaku used it after the Shibuya Incident? Maybe because he did in fact trained as the same as Gojo did during their school years?

"He doesn't even have a domain"!

Domains are literal trump cards in JJK. It's actually impressive Geto hasn't relied on one. And how do we know he doesn't have one? Just because he didn't use one doesn't mean he doesn't have one. It's like saying a person doesn't have a purple shirt just because you didn't see them wear one that day.

I just can't with people!

The thing that gets me about the whole Yuta vs. Geto fight is that is it expected that Geto would have lost, even more so when the story made it clear that Yuta was going to be a strong individual, but it's how people are reacting to it that annoys me.

Oh my gosh, yes, he lost to a 16-year-old. A 16-year-old who happens to have an insane amount of cursed energy and a bond with the "Queen of Curses", and ooh! He's related to Gojo!

People saying this like it's a brand new concept and just to rag on Geto fans. Why though? You... you cannot be that bored! Yuta is written to be an overpowered character, while Geto was not.

Now, I could be wrong about this. But I feel like Geto was written to be a character that "haunts the narrative" much now just Toji does.

Geto, to me, is an interesting villain and I actually would have loved to see the years of from how he started his cult at 17 to an adult.

In relation to Kenjaku, that just reminded me of a post I saw that pretty much bashed Geto and praised Kenjaku. Now, the JJK villains, I enjoy them all to an extent, I do. And as such, it gets me sometimes how some Kenjaku fans (not all, folks, chill) will bash Geto like he's the worst and even as far as calling him ugly when... Kenjaku literally wanted to merge humanity with Tengen... for a laugh. Kenjaku has done some heinous things, too, come on. And going as far as to calling Geto ugly is funny when Kenjaku is walking around with his face.

Like, Kenjaku actually seeked out to use Geto's body. Not any of the other Special Grade sorcerers or anyone else. His technique was useful for Kenjaku and let's not forget that because of that face and that voice, Kenjaku put the Strongest Sorcerer in a box.

I won't lie, I'm actually intrigued how the plot would have been like if Geto survived and came back later for some more villainy. Him in Kenjaku's spot would be different... but that's a different I gotta see!!

#kiya answers #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #suguru geto #jjk spoilers

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Since I'm going through everything about Viggo & Orlando anyway, I might as well bring out the gossip that used to surround them. I don't put a lot of trust in blind items from Ted at E!Online and it's impossible to know if he actuallly had any real intel, or if it was just idle gossip about popular celebs. But it does say one thing for certain: that this was something people talked about back then (in 2004, mostly). That it wasn't just the "Viggorli tinhats" talking. And that, in itself, is interesting.

And I think it's beyond doubt that it WAS Orlando and Viggo that he was talking about here. Regardless if the gossip was true.

From 2004:

We still need to zero in on Grimy Gus and Harland Fuss (or as they're known to their most secretive of buds, Gussy 'n' Fussy). G. 'n' F. have been on location recently. Well, one of them has, at least. Don't think too many folks know that Fuss has joined his good bud Gus for a little mattress messin'. Look, I'm the first to give a hearty shout-out to two guys who want to do what they want, sexually speaking. But when both--all right, make that one--of these men go to great lengths to make the public believe he's bedding down with rising supersweet starlet Eartha Bertha, well then, I get a little pissy. Although it sure was romantic when Gus 'n' Fuss went to such a Secret Service-defying to-do while Gus was out of the States (in a film-friendly environment) making his latest butch-it-up celluloid job. Public lobby and elevator trips at the sumptuous Springtime Suites hotel with Fuss 'n' Eartha were arranged. Photographers just happened to be around, sorta the same way Rock Hudson lived his whole fake life. But I'm getting terribly off the point here, aren't I?

At this time, Orlando was (very) publically dating "starlet" Kate B, and Viggo was filming History of Violence (playing a "butch" character) in Canada. And they were both at the Toronto film festival that year, where this supposed secret romp happened. Also, the nicknames seems to refer to the whole "Prissy elf" and "Filthy human" thing they had going on the set of LotR. And during LotR PR, there was very inane gossip about Viggo seeing L, a woman around O's age, but that they broke up because V didn't care about his personal hygiene. If you look at gossip rags from around 2002-3, it was mentioned a lot...

So yeah, no doubt that it's O, V and K referred to. It's generally considered a "solved" blind. Again, doesn't mean the gossip is true.

In 2010, Ted mentioned HF again, just around when Orlando got married. In this one, there's no mention of "Gus", so of less interest to me. It's all about HF being bi, and how he and his newly wedded wife got hitched because they both needed a career boost (and HF needing a "beard"). A whole lot of nothing really. But again, quite obviously referring to Orlando.

More interesting to me, but also a bit more confounding, are some questions answered around 2009/2010:

Dear Ted: Since you dusted off the old Harland Fuss B.V., can you give us an update on his relaysh with Gus, please? Are they still together? If not, who broke up with whom? And who is Fussy seeing on the DL, then, if not Gussy? —Agusta Dear Gus Who: Long over, babe. Too bad, too, because they were way too hot together, but it was always more of a short-term (very) steamy hookup sitch. Neither dude expected a serious relaysh to come of it, just sex, sex and, oh yeah, more sex. Dear Ted: This is a question about an old blind item that I don't expect you'll answer but I thought I'd give it a shot. Are Harland Fuss and Grimy Gus still together? —Silver Dear Oldie: No. Nor were they ever. Dear Ted: Has Viggo Mortensen ever been a B.V.? I absolutely love him, and he did spend several years with those B.V.-worthy Hobbits in Middle Earth. Did they rub off on him? —LOTR Lover Dear Viggo Go Go: Oh, yeah. One of my (and readers') all-time favorites!

Again, quite clear this blind item was about Orlando and Viggo. This idea that they were just meeting to hook up, short-term (not sure if it's short term as in short meetings, or if it's short in terms of how long this relationship went on), feels a bit off for these two. But it fits that they lost touch (as per Orlando himself) sometime after 2008 or so. And what do I know, really?

No one but them knows. I'm just here, speculating wildly and letting my imagination run free.

(And I looks like I need to keep posting about them - until I've completely exhausted the subject. Or myself. Or tumblr.)

#viggo mortensen #orlando bloom #viggorli #gossip #nothing but gossip #20 years old gossip no less

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Got My Number: Hyunwoo❤️ Part One

A/N: Hyunwoo(Shownu) x reader. I wrote this in celebration of Daddy Bear completing his mandatory military service...a nice story of childhood friends being reunited after years.

First love, Friends to Lovers,Cheating 🌚 (don't you judge..the song is saying "holla at me if ya mans aint doing it right" ) , passionate smut. Grown folks type vibes.

Part 2 TBA🥰

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"Booger?"

You abruptly stop loading your groceries in the back of your car and lift your head.

The sound of his voice was almost haunting and for a moment you think you're mistaken or hearing things until you hear him again. Turning away from your reusable bag-filled cart, you spot a tall figure walking towards you blocking out the sun.

"Booger...I can't believe it, it's really you..."

"Hyunwoo?" You said, shielding the brightness with your hand until he was close enough for you to see.

It was him, though very different from the last time you'd seen him.

He was taller, perhaps an inch over 6 feet. He was leaner, having shed away his adolescent fluffiness to replace it with bulking muscles that were apparent even under his layers of clothing.

Even the shape of his face was drastically different, dawning a more chiseled jawline and cheekbones that were hidden by his boyish roundness for the years you knew him.

But you couldn't mistake those eyes and that smile anywhere.

It was him.

And good lord, how puberty did him well.

"Holy shit...look at you." He smiles brightly, stopping a foot away from where you stood with a small watermelon in your grasp. He gives you an appraising once over, probably thinking the same thing you were in reaction to how much you've changed since he last saw you.

But in your winter coat, sweater, and jeans, you hardly felt like much to look at next to him.

"What are you doing here?" Is all you can stammer out, regarding the baby melon ruefully before setting it down to join the rest of the groceries in your trunk. Hyunwoo smirks.

"Um...this is where they sell food right?" He asks sarcastically, pointing to the entrance of the ALDI behind you. You glance back as if you didn't know it was there and scoff.

"No! I mean here..back in the city."

Hyunwoo shrugs at the question as he stepped forward, now observing the amount of bags you still had left to load in your trunk with a slight frown.

"Just visiting. My cousin is getting married Saturday so I just touched down last night." He resumes and you nod in understanding.

"Oh! Thats Awesome. Good for him...So, how's everyone doing?" You follow up, now back to loading your trunk. But this time Hyunwoo joins in, grasping a few bags by the handle and lifting them effortlessly from the cart.

"Everyone's good. Thanks for asking." He says distractedly as he figured out where to place the bags.

"What about you? How's your mom? And hey, I'm sorry to hear about your grandmother. She was such a sweet woman." He pauses his movements to say and you smile at the concern in his voice. Growing up, the two of you spent many days hanging around at your grandmother's house. Especially during the summer.

Both of your parents worked a lot, especially Hyunwoo's single mother, and it was common for him to spend those overtime days with you and your family.

Essentially becoming a part of it.

"Thanks. We all took her passing hard but other than that, everyone's great." You respond honestly, your sad smile melting into one of gratitude that Hyunwoo appreciates.

"That's good to hear.." he smirks.

After loading the final bag in your trunk, Hyunwoo reaches up to pull the door down just enough for you to reach it without jumping, and his teasing smirk at your lack of height have you blushing.

"So...I hear you've been traveling the world huh?" You divert quickly to seem unphased, slamming the trunk door down to secure it shut. Once it is, Hyunwoo nods in confirmation and leans his shoulder against the back window of your SUV.

"Something like that. My company kinda takes me all over the place. Where ever they need me, I pretty much go. I'm actually considering taking an extended assignment here." He adds and you perk up with interest without realizing it.

It had been damn near 20 years since you had seen Hyunwoo in person and while he was your closest friend during childhood, much had changed.

"Yeah? Thats great...I mean, I bet your family would love that. Having you back home and stuff...Especially your mom."

Hyunwoo's little smile widens at the mention of his mother. The woman who sacrificed so much to ensure he had a future beyond the city he was brought up in.

"Yeah, she's the main one encouraging me to take it. It'll be a change of pace but I could use a break from moving around so much. So it's on my mind."

You nod at his response, failing to keep your gaze from dropping to his chest which was damn near level with your face. He couldn't possibly have gotten taller...

"Well as you can see, I haven't left." you chuckled, blinking away the distraction of imagining Hyunwoo's pecs. He frowns at your words, tilting his head curiously.

"It's a big city. Most people don't." he shrugs and you shake your head.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better. Sure the city is big but...I don't know." you trail off, feeling your mood take an unexpected turn that you were sure Hyunwoo could detect.

You went to college and you traveled some when you could. Not far but just enough to get that 'change of scenery' feel. But you couldn't bring yourself to uproot your life and step out on faith in a completely new place.

Truth was, you were afraid to leave. Everything about this city was so familiar and fear kept you from broadening your horizons in favor of remaining content in your comfort.

The thought is more depressing now that you were standing before someone from your past, reminding you just how much has changed beyond the little slice of the world you called home.

A forced smile of indifference tugs at your lips and you shrug the thoughts away.

"Doesn't matter though. Anyway...so you'll be in town for about a week, you said?" you ask and Hyunwoo nods.

"Give or take a day. I may or may not head out right after the wedding. We should catch up though. Maybe we can meet for lunch or something this week and you can tell me all about what's changed around here.." he suggests casually.

Your mouth opens just as you're about to respond and as cruel as fate tends to be, a gentle hand at your waist has your response dying on your tongue. You turn and are greeted by an abrupt kiss on the lips from David.

Your husband of 8 years.

He'd appeared so suddenly that you flinch when he kisses you, blinking up at him guiltily for a second.

He doesn't seem irritated though by the softness in his gaze and he smiles fondly at you.

"I looked up and you were gone, what happened?" he asks, acting as if Hyunwoo weren't standing well within earshot.

"Well your phone rang so...I told you I was heading out to the car.." you begin and David abruptly turns his head to finally acknowledge the 6-foot-tall specimen leaning against our car.

"Who's this?" He asks politely, regarding Hyunwoo with a curious smile. You have to blink a few times before remembering your manners and you clear the roughness from your throat to introduce your past to your present.

"Oh, um...Babe this is Hyunwoo. We pretty much grew up together. He's in town for a family wedding. Hyunwoo, this is my...Husband. David." you prattle out as your husband reaches to shake Hyunwoo's offered hand. The words feel like 20-pound weights straining against your tongue for some reason and you stand by awkwardly as they greeted each other cordially.

At the word, Hyunwoo's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he releases David's hand.

"Husband. Wow... that's... that's great. Congratulations Booger.." he says and David's brow crinkles.

The nickname isn't any more charming now than it was back then and you roll your eyes at it in resentment before smiling.

"Thank you.." David responds for you, hugging you close into his side possessively.

Now, you hadn't known your husband to be an insecure man but you could tell he felt the need to exaggerate his claim on you in the presence of such an obviously attractive man. And to be honest, you couldn't blame him.

Making eye contact with Hyunwoo for more than a few seconds felt like a sin and part of you was glad David had shown up when he had.

An awkward spell settles over the three of you where Hyunwoo regarded me with an unreadable yet amused look on his face, while David glanced between the two of you with a melting smile and furrowed brow.

"Well......we should really get going. Wouldnt want the ice cream to melt.

" he says suddenly, nodding stiffly towards Hyunwoo as he grabbed the shopping carts handle. Hyunwoo reaches for the other side, insisting that he had it and would take it back in for them.

"You sure?" David asks half-heartedly and Hyunwoo nods.

"Of course! Don't let me hold you all up. Boog, hit me up this week. We can all get lunch on me if the two of you aren't busy.." he says and you smile at the idea just as David uses a bit more force to guide you towards the passenger side of the car.

You resist a little, glancing back at him curiously before waving goodbye to Hyunwoo.

"Uhm..yeah! Sure...We will" you respond, a little to David's dismay.

Hyunwoo bites down on his smirk at the way David opens your door with a little more force than was needed as he began pushing the cart towards the store's entrance.

"Great. You've got my number..." he calls over his shoulder, making you pause.

"The same number from 2010?" you toss back and Hyunwoo turns to nod.

"Same one." he smiles, its effect much more dazzling now that the sun was shining directly on his face. And it's then that you see a semblance of the boy you once knew. Friendly and dependable. Honest and endearing.

You're admittedly taken aback by the effect his smile has you falling silent and David gives you a questioning look before making sure you were tucked into the car as he shut the door.

Approximately a decade and a half ago...

"Just close your eyes and put your lips like this"

Hyunwoo wrinkles his nose humorously at the way you were pursing your lips at him, seated on your knees in front of him on the grassy ground behind your grandmother's house.

"You look stupid." he chortles, shaking his head. You opened your eyes when you heard him snort and couldn't help but join him. You shove at his shoulder gently as he laughed at your offended expression.

"You wouldn't know what I looked like if you were listening. I told you to close your eyes..." you scold. Hyunwoo rolls his eyes behind his thick-lensed glasses.

"But then how will I know where my lips are going?" He blinks slowly and you pout at the question, glancing around in uncertainty for a moment.

"I don't know...You'll just know! Look, do you want my help or not?" you huffed in frustration. Hyunwoo's expression crinkles skeptically and he scrunches his nose as he pushed his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose.

"I'm starting to have second thoughts. Doesn't seem like you know what you're doing."

That was because you didn't.

At 12 there wasn't much anyone would know about kissing beyond what was seen on television and in movies. And those paid actors and actresses made it look simple enough.

So when Hyunwoo expressed his worry about being the only boy on the junior swim team that hadn't kissed a girl yet, you felt like it was high time he had some sort of experience.

Even if it was just with you.

"Well you're the one who lied and told everyone you knew how to kiss," you remark, making Hyunwoo's expression go sour.

"I only did it 'cause they were messing with me..." he sniffles to adjust his glasses again, turning away to scowl at the grass and dirt beside him.

You didn't understand the fascination those stupid boys had with Hyunwoo and where his lips had been.

He was quiet, unassuming, a little awkward, and the least likely in the school to be seen smooching with girls their age because of how shy he was.

"I don't know why it matters that much to abunch of boys anyway. They should mind their business." You say, sucking your teeth.

Hyunwoo shrugs with indifference as he picked at a fallen twig next to his leg.

"Yeah well... there's one upside to me moving..." he mutters and you lift your head at his pause, now watching him lift the twig and snap it in half passive-aggressively.

"I won't have to deal with those jerks anymore..." he finishes, tossing the stick across the yard and dusting his hand on the knee of his pants.

"Yeah..." you say, your tone painfully melancholy.

He says nothing as he examined his palm, crinkling his brow and pouting as if his thoughts were far from the splinters and dirt scattered over his hand.

After exhaling, he sits up on his knees.

"Alright. I'm ready now." Hyunwoo sighs again and relaxes his shoulders in surrender before doing as you'd told him before. His small eyes are reduced to slits behind his glasses and his lips pout adorably as he waited.

For a moment you hesitate, only staring at his lips and the steady flow of sadness overcomes you.

Not because the idea of kissing your best friend was appalling.

It was the fact that it would be the first and last time you'd ever do it. Since in 24 hours, he would be getting on a plane with his mother and brother and leaving the childhood he spent with you behind.

New life and new opportunities were something to be celebrated in most cases but the idea of losing the one person who didn't make you feel as ostracized by your peers when he was around made your stomach turn.

Hyunwoo was..is..your best friend.

And perhaps back then you didn't understand the twisted ache that churned in your chest when you were around him to be butterflies, but you knew at that moment that you felt something that wasn't platonic for him.

And this kiss might be all you'd have...

"Ugh...this is dumb. I'll just take my chances with.."

Cutting him off mid-sentence, you place both of your hands on Hyunwoo's chubby cheeks and place your lips against his.

He tenses at first, his eyes going wide and his glasses tilting slightly. But the longer the warmth of your lips pressed against his, he relaxes and his eyes flutter shut.

The butterflies swarmed in your chest and fluttered frantically in your belly. There's no movement. There's no sound.

But it would be a lie to say that the world didn't stop moving for a moment when you finally kissed him.

You pull away just in time to see Hyunwoo blink dazedly, his glasses pushed crooked and his lips stuck in the same adorable pout they were before. Except now, the pink of his lips shined a bit from your lip balm.

For a second you sat there in disbelief, questioning what had come over you so suddenly and why the hell did kissing your best friend make your heart gallop.

Hyunwoo's eyes slowly peeled open and they fall on your blushed face.

He swallows nervously and sucks his bottom lip into his mouth out of habit, tasting your strawberry chapstick.

Your eyes widen at the action, making the dorkiest and most adorable chuckle bubble up from inside of your best friend.

His eyes are reduced to slits when he smiles and a blush ran rampant over his cherub cheeks so suddenly that you couldn't help but join him.

You expected him to be stunned or repulsed even.

But he's only tickled.

"Well?" you ask timidly, your giggles tapering off as Hyunwoo finds his breath. He shrugs his shoulders with his usual nonchalance, pushing his glasses up by scrunching his nose in his usual way.

"Well...it didn't suck" he grunts and you roll your eyes.

"Gee..thanks." You respond, trying to sound as if you didn't care what he thought of the brief connection.

The cyan sky fills your view as you leaned back to lay against the earth, not caring about the dirt and bugs that could be crawling beneath you.

You don't spare him a glance but you could tell Hyunwoo was staring at you dubiously and you resist the urge to scoff and ask him why.

You knew why.

But the boy says nothing as he slowly eased onto his back beside you to join in on the cloud gazing.

"Hey, Booger?" Hyunwoo says after several minutes of semi-comfortable silence.

You shift your head in the grass to look over at him.

"Yeah?"

Hyunwoo doesn't reciprocate the regard, remaining with his squinted eyes fixed on the rolling billows of white above him.

His expression give nothing away, as it never did, but you could tell in the way his brow shifted that he was conflicted.

"Thanks." is all he can think to say and you smirk at the sentiment before resuming your gaze up at the sky.

"Don't mention it..."

"So....booger huh?

Your husband's voice interrupts your deeply sated daydream that's disguised as interest in whatever was on the screen of your laptop. You lift your head from your abandoned work to find David walking into the bedroom from the master bathroom.

He's fresh from the shower, wearing a pair of grey belted slacks with no shirt. He shuffles a towel through his damp hair roughly and your eyes glazed up his body, pausing at his face as he regarded you expectedly.

Your brows perk up behind your glasses.

"What was that?" you ask and your husband chuckles dryly as he approached his side of the bed. He exhales as he sits, tossing the smaller towel aside.

"Oh I was just wondering about that nickname your friend called you earlier.." he glances over his shoulder at you, amusement clear in his expression.

It only takes a millisecond for your expression to respond for you, and your eyes roll sardonically as they returned to your computer screen.

"Oh, that. Don't ask." You mutter with a tiny shake of the head and David smirks.

"Well, now Im really curious. I bet there's an interesting story there" he resumes, turning his back to you once more and leaning over towards his dresser.

"Not really. It's just a nickname that Hyunwoo made up and would use to bug me when we were kids. It just kind of stuck." you shrug, tapping away at the keyboard.

David grunts at the response, its indication is clear.

"Sounds like you two have been friends for a while. When did you lose contact?" he follows up as he pulls a sleeveless undershirt over his head.

"Um....back in middle school I think. We were in contact a little in high school and college but I haven't seen him since we were kids," you respond distractedly, glazing over some article you were reviewing and David makes the sound again.

The same little grunt jutting from his diaphragm that has you glancing over at him over your glasses.

You watch your husband's back for a moment, admiring the way his muscles and broad shoulders were complimented by the fit of his undershirt. Your head tilts as you watched him shrug on the navy blue button-up shirt he'd ironed and laid out earlier.

"He's handsome," David says suddenly and you straighten your head with a frown. Before you can respond, David shoots you another amused look over his shoulder as he buttoned his shirt. Your eyes narrow into incredulous slits at the way he was looking at you, almost as if he'd caught your hand in the cookie jar and was waiting for you to admit that you were guilty.

"Is he? Looks the same to me as when we were little.." you respond with a shrug and David scoffs humorlessly as he turned away.

"Right.." he stands, finishing off the top button of his shirt before tucking it in.

You watch David continue to dress himself and pack his suitcase silently, him not even acting as if showering for 30 minutes and wearing cologne to go back to catch a flight on a weeknight wasn't suspicious.

He'd told you before he hopped in the shower of his plans but you felt like probing.

"So tell me again why you're flying out to Chicago this late?" you ask, trying not to sound so accusatory and David furrows his brow at you as he kneeled to tie the staple waxed cotton laces of his dress shoes.

"I thought I told you earlier, babe.... there's an issue with my client. They need some help with their upcoming testimony and this was the best time for them to meet," he responds as casually as he told you before.

That's when the tension set in your jawline and that uneasy feeling of your intuition nagging at you boils in your gut.

He was lying.

You knew he was lying when he'd told you the first time.

For months you'd notice a change in David's behavior. It started subtly. The impromptu out-of-town meetings on weekends or staying at the firm long after business hours were over.

The constant excuses to take a call in another room or leaving his phone face down at the dinner table.

You didnt want to make an issue of it at first. David hadnt given you any reason before to suspect him of being unfaithful and his absence had been something you'd grown used to when he was assigned big cases in the past.

But something was different lately.

"This short of notice though?" you say anyway, just wanting to be humored by his lies. David is finishing up on his other shoe by the time you respond and he nods distractedly as he stood.

"Yep....look I'll try to be back by Friday but you know how these things are babe. This is a big case..everything has to be..."

"...has to be perfect. Yeah. I get it." you interrupt him, not hiding your resentment at all now.

David pauses to look at you, watching the way you were now nose-deep with focus on what was on your computer, refusing to engage any further.

He waits a moment, expecting another question to come as he buttoned his cuffs, but you said nothing.

You were tired of asking questions you knew you wouldn't get the true answer to and part of you felt like he knew it too.

David sighs before turning away and you steal a glance at his back as he collected his luggage, wallet, phone, and keys from the shelf near the door.

"Oh...Don't wait around ok? I don't want you to miss out on any beauty rest. We have that banquet coming up." he stops to say and you mumble something amidst his rushed 'I love you' as he made his exit.

He didn't even bother to kiss you goodbye like he used to, and it admittedly stung despite part of you being grateful.

And as the door closed, the leak in the dam of your emotions springs free and rolls singularly down your cheek.

"Love you too.."

A/N:

Smuts in Part 2😜

#monsta x smut #changkyun #jooheon #hyungwon #wonho #minhyuk #kihyun #changkyun smut #shownu #hyunwoo #monsta x fanfic #monsta x imagines

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viivdle · 2 months

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Dancing With Our Hands Tied (Jurdan's Version) with @annamatix<3

here is part two of my analysis, and don't forget to look at anna's version in jude's pov on her account!!

"And darling, you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis" fits cardan well. the most obvious reasons are that he calls jude "darling god" and he was never ashamed of his sexuality, he's open about his desires. but all he's done was try to fill the void that jude caused and would inevitably fill. she turned what was fun into something sacred.

"People started talking, putting us through our paces" the folk talk about them, it's inevitable. i think it takes a bigger toll on cardan than he'd ever admit. not because he doubts the strength of their love, but because he knows being mortal in elfhame already sets you up for failure, and how hard jude works to live up to standards and exceed them. being constantly brought down does something to you, even if you're used to it. he is the first to know it.

"I knew there was no one in the world who could take it" again, nobody can take the judging of *everyone* in elfhame without some help. he knows how strong jude is, but he also knows how she's shielded herself from the not-so-whispered whispers before. and he knows how he himself coped with it. if he can help jude ignore the small part of gossip that does get to her, he will.

"But we were dancing, dancing with our hands tied, hands tied" another example of the ability to take it literally. cardan's hands were tied through (almost) all of TWK. beside that, a lot of opportunities didn't present themselves to cardan, even though he was already the high king, because of the prophecy. all throughout the series we read about people looking down at him, this doesn't change after the coronation. it just makes other people weary of what could happen if they were to cut deals with a cursed king.

"Yeah we were dancing, like it was the first time, first time" the scheming of jude was nothing new to cardan, whenever it happened it simply followed a pattern he already knew. their whole story is so diverse but can be looked at from a certain perspective that shows it can all be watered down into the same/similar tropes. betrayal, hurt, anguish - nothing new to either of them.

"I, I loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us" as mentioned before, cardan doesn't like it when jude throws herself into danger - and she does it over and over again. not only that, but there is always the chance of assassinations they can't control - we know they happen quite often as well. all those fears that are reasonable make *him* being the person to separate them even more ironic.

"So, baby, can we dance, oh, through an avalanche?" for me these lyrics fit the scene after balekin's murder when cardan asks jude to marry him. it's risky, not 100% thought through, and definitely not thought of because of rationality. but he had hopes of overcoming what had already divided them before with it.

"I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted" do i even need to explain? "shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous" says enough. i could go into a whole rant about it though.

"Oh, 'cause it's gravity, oh, keeping you with me" what else would keep bringing them together if not gravity and the force of the universe? they shouldn't work. they shouldn't. but only if you look at their dynamic and not the chemistry and emotions that actually make them, well, them. every story and song in elfhame is basically "mortals are bad" and "how could an immortal ever love a mortal" those things are buried in the roots of the kingdom's history. cardan tormented jude for ages, and even if you forgive that, it still wouldn't be healthy. but somehow both of their unhealthy personalities better one another. they work when everything speaks against it. gravity.

"I'd kiss you as the lights went out, swaying as the room burned down" is there a better lyric for the coronation scene than this? it all went to hell, it was a massacre. cardan got obliterated but after jude held him captive he somehow wasn't a total and utter wreck. yes, his family was complicated to say the least, but it was still family. but what was more important for some reason? jude.

"I'd hold you as the water rushes in" taken literally, this is about the time the undersea held jude captive. metaphorically, it's the same. he'd stay with her through it all, it was proven many times. again - he didn't know anything but jude when he was a serpent.

"If I could dance with you again" he was sure he had ultimately lost her when he exiled her, and we have evidence of his regrets and thoughts. he didn't even have the chance to properly enjoy being with her without it being part of a scheme before he banished her. before that, she was taken by the undersea and god knows what he thought during that time.

thank you so much for listening to my rant even though again, i doubt people read all this. i had so much fun writing this and having two different sides on it - anna's and mine. i hope you enjoyed and thank you so much anna, you're amazing<3

#cardan greenbriar #jude duarte #jurdan #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #the folk of the air #tfota #holly black #taylor swift #taylor swift song analysis #tfota song analysis #jurdan taylor swift #jurdan songs #jurdan analysis #jurdan song analysis

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fullstcp · 2 months

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"Amidst the Chaos" by Sarah Bareilles Sentence Starters

FIRE

"Won't lose much sleep."

"He/she/they never went that deep."

"Let me hold your ego while you get your bag packed."

"Don't take this the wrong way."

"We were never gonna catch fire."

"We'd've burned up in flames."

"Talk, touch, kiss, then this one's just like all the others."

"I know all too well that I want deeper waters."

"Shallow shores aren't safe enough to dive in."

NO SUCH THING

"I feel you."

"It's like you're in the next room."

"At any given moment, you could appear."

"You're out there in it somewhere."

"If I could only get there, I could breathe again."

"Tell me how to start."

"What comes after you?"

"I am in the dark."

"No such thing as over you."

"I don't want it anyway."

"I've tried to get over you, but I think there's no such thing."

"You're Rome, I am the ruins."

"You're on your mind, all the time."

"But I can't fix it by fixating on a rewind."

"Hold on, 'til there's something else to hold onto."

ARMOR

"Let me tell you something you'll understand."

"Only little boys tell you they're a big man."

"All my armor comes from you."

"You make me try harder."

"That's all I ever do."

"You brought the flame, here comes the phoenix."

IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU

"You tell me that you're leaving."

"I had a feeling this day would come and leave me reeling."

"I just want to run back in your arms again."

"I'm thankful that I held you at all."

"I miss you every morning."

"I count the seconds between the thoughts of you."

"I'm getting better, baby, I'm almost up to two."

"Some folks are seasons, they got to come and go."

EYES ON YOU

"And the world's on fire."

"Life, it gets louder now."

"All I can do is keep my eyes on you."

MISS SIMONE

"The only thing on my mind is you."

"We were stars of some old classic film."

"In the glow of the candlelight, we danced all night."

"No one needs to know a thing."

"I've never quite been here before."

"Finally made a house feel like home."

"The years are flying past us now."

WICKED LOVE

"You twist around me like vines."

"You sold me a future from the ones you had in the trunk of your car."

"You said I think too much."

"You said I always mess it up."

"It was so easy to believe."

"I've always said the same things."

"I don't want your wicked love."

"You thought I didn't notice."

"But I won't forget this moment."

ORPHEUS

"My love, I see you're growing tired."

"Set the bad day by the bed and rest a while."

"I know you miss the world, the one you knew. When everything made sense because you didn't know the truth."

"We're all just hunters seeking solid ground."

"Don't stop trying to find me here amidst the chaos."

"Just stay here."

"We did not give up on love today."

"I'll show you good, restore your faith."

"I'll try and somehow make a meaning of the poison in this place."

"You were written in the stars that we are swimming in."

"I hope my love was someone else's solid ground."

POETRY BY DEAD MEN

"By the time you hear this, I'll be in the rearview mirror."

"Go and take some more time, but me and mine must go."

"I wanted to be your girl/guy in a white t-shirt."

"I wanted to be your girl/guy with your hands on my skin."

"By the time you hear this, who knows where I might be?"

"I was ready, but you weren't."

"The two of us, oh, what we could have been."

"How can I make you remember?"

"Would you turn to me if I say, I still want to be your girl/guy?"

SOMEONE WHO LOVES ME

"Could I rest here for a while?"

"I can't go face the world."

"My bones won't hold me up."

"Surrender's just a word 'til you try it out."

"I'm the worst I've ever seen. Afraid of almost everything."

SAINT HONESTY

"We're leaving all the windows open."

"We don't even mind the rain."

"We won't settle for the silence."

"We won't drown in the tears."

"We'll say every single word even if we think they'll hurt."

A SAFE PLACE TO LAND

"The ocean is wild and over your head."

"You don't know who will catch you, but maybe somebody will."

#rp memes #rp starters #rp prompts #rp lyric meme #lyric prompts #lyric starters #roleplay starters #roleplay prompts #sentence starters #not the old me. 2.0 me. no it's all of meme combined (ask meme)#when there was me and queue (queue)

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thesillestluxeandcastiel · 7 months

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Don't!

Cordell Walker x Suicidal!Child!Reader

Author summary: Reader suffers from self harm and Cordell is blind enough to ignore the warning signs untill they fully try to commit.

Tw: Cursing, Heavy agnst, Heavy Fluff, Self harm mention, and Suicide mention.

S/C = Selected Clothes

W/J = Wanted Job

So, here we are folks! As much as I'd like to send all of you to therapy myself, I cannot. As someone who struggles with the same things, if you can, PLEASE get help. Either that, or call the suicide and self harm prevention hotline. (988) thank you for listening to my rant as someone who goes through the same things, and has lost quite a few people from these things.

Also, the x reader (romantic) will be out shortly. Probably the same storyline, just adjusted.

Thank you for reading my rant lovelies. Looks like I've kept you long enough, so let's get movin on, shall we?

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You groaned softly as you woke up. Smelling Grandma and Grandpas 'famous' bacon. You smiled, and got up. Quickly realizing the blade you had used yesterday was still left on your counter. 'Shit, shit what if dad saw? What if August saw? Stella?!' You thought, rushing over to lock it in one of your drawers. You sighed, hoping it was none of the above.

See, you were the middle child. August was the youngest, and Stella was the oldest. Obviously, you were different. Y/n Walker. 'What a wonderful name,' You thought sarcastically as you got up to look into the mirror. Last night you had only worn a S/C and some underwear, so you lifted up the sleeves of your S/Cto see the damage.

'Holy shit. That...that might be permanent.' You thought as you stared at self-inflicted scars with wide eyes. Then, suddenly Stella bursted into your room. "Hey, dad sent me in here to wake you- oh your already up!" She smiled at you. You quickly pulled down your sleeves, smiling back at her. "Yes Ms Blue, I am. Nowww I would like to get dressed, if you don't mind." You retorted, smiling and leaning your head towards the door. She groaned, and walked out the door with a smile.

'Now, what the fuck do I wear to hide all this shit?' You thought, staring at yourself in the mirror again.

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You had chosen a simple sweater and jeans. Also a belt. Only problem was it was a very hot day in Texas, so you were sweating bullets. Especially because you were doing chores with your dad.

Cordell quickly noticed something was wrong with your outfit. It was what, 90 degrees? Why are you wearing a sweater??

"Yknow, it might be easier if you just took the sweater off, N/n." He stated, focusing on carving the new post just right.

You bit your lip and mentally panicked because what the fuck were you supposed to say?

"Uh- well, it's my favorite sweater so... I'll just wear it for now!" You knew that wouldn't keep your father away for too long, especially sense it's... Him. But he brushed it off for now, making conversations here and there as he worked. You let out a quiet sigh of relief.

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You sat down at the dinner table. Luckily, no one was here currently so you could just relax for once. You sighed, and put your head into your hands, rubbing your temples. 'Today has been one hell of a day,' you thought, chuckling slightly. Then, you felt a figure slide into the chair in front of you. You looked up to see a very serious Liam staring back at you.

"N/n." He started, staring at your arms. Then, the anxiety rushed to your head, fearful of what he could've found.

"Do you mind explaining," he started, and then whipped out your journal and slammed it onto the table. "This? And don't play dumb with me, I read it. All of it." He explained, staring at you with worried eyes.

"U-uncle liam, i-" you started, tearing up. Quickly, you forced the tears back down. After mom, you promised yourself you wouldn't cry.

"I, uhm, have been struggling, a lot recently. As you probably read." You stated, motioning at the journal. He nodded.

"I understand that, but talk to one of us. Me, Your grandpa, hell, does your dad even know?" He asked, staring at you with concerned, but angry/disappointed eyes. Suddenly, Cordell walked in.

"Do I know what?" He asked, looking between you and Liam.

You looked at Liam with 'please, I'll tell him on my own time. Just don't do this!' Eyes, holding a breath. Liam sighed.

"Oh, uhm nothing much. Just discussing career paths with N/n over here. Yknow, it's crazy, they told me they want to work at a w/j!" He responded smiling quickly to cover the act, and you sighed a heavy sigh of relief. He probably got that from your journal. You smiled and looked at your father, nodding.

Cordell shrugged. He knew something was up, but it couldn't be Serious enough that his brother would lie to him about his own kid, right? He smiled, and went to sit next to you.

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It was, what? 3:30 am and here you are. Having a panic attack over cutting yourself. Again. 'Screw it, I'm ending this. Tonight.' You thought, sneaking out of your room quickly and quietly, trying not to make a lot of noise to wake anyone. Successfully, you had made it out the door.

See, Y/n walker didn't take special classes for nothing. You pulled a little trick, and managed to grab the keys for the mercadi on the way out. You grabbed them carefully, turning on the car and speeding off. Did you even have a license yet? 'No, but who the hell cares!' You thought speeding off. Little did you know, August had seen the whole thing.

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"Dad, DAD! wake up!" Stella shook her dad awake, he groaned and turned over to look at her.

He coughed and sat up, blankets still around him. "Yes, Yes Stella what's up? Why must you wake a tired ranger at, 4:00 in the morning?" He asked, yawning.

"Y/n is gone! August told me he saw them drive off with the mercadi! Dad, they don't even have a license!" She practically yelled at him.

"THEYRE WHAT?!" he yelled, springing out of bed quickly. He ran and put his ranger equipment on quickly, before returning back in front of Stella.

"Stella, listen." He crouched down in front of her. "They'll be okay, we'll find them I promise alright? Now, you go grab August and get him in the car." Stella nodded quickly, running out of the room to go grab August. Truth be told, he was worried. Enough of his family had died already. 'No no, no dark thoughts right now, N/n is more important. ' he thought, and nervously stepped out of the room, practically running downstairs and outside into the car.

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There you were, just peacefully sitting on the not so safe side of the railing. You took a deep breath in of fresh air, staring down at the busy street below you. 'I could just jump now, what am I waiting for?' You thought, and slowly wiggled your way off the edge. Starting to fall, untill a hand grabbed you back. You looked confused, turning around you saw August.

"August?! Wha- what are you doing here?" You asked nervously. Staring at your brothers worried face.

"Oh I don't know, I'm here because I'm not gonna let my sibling KILL THEMSELVES?! DAD! STELLA! HELP!" He yelled.

'Shit, shit, shit. This is not good, holy fuck.' You thought, letting go of his hand. "August, just let me go. I don't have to be a burden anymore." You said, staring at him with upset eyes as you teared up.

"Wha- NO! DAD- STELLA, PLEASE!" he yelled again, grabbing your hand tighter and trying to pull you up untill eventually your dad and Stella bursted through the door. Staring at you dangling off the edge. Cordell looked at you with shock, his mouth making a small O shape. Stella immediately started to tear up, covering her mouth with her hands.

"Uh, a little HELP, please?" August yelled at them, untill they snapped out of their trance. Quickly, you tried to wiggle your way out of August's grasp, but it was no use, as Cordell had a hold of your hand now, along with Stella. Quickly, you were pulled over the railing. You broke down, watching them all stare at you like some kind of lab experiment. Then, Cordell hugged you, as tight as he could.

You gasped, staring into his chest. Then, August joined the hug, along with Stella.

Shortly after they let go, and Cordell crossed his arms, staring down at you. "I think I can speak for all of us when I say, don't do this again, N/n. We love you. What would this family be like without you? You can always talk to any of us, you know that, right?" He asked, almost crying himself.

"I know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I just didn't wanna be a burden.." You sobbed out. He sighed, and smiled at you.

"Well, let's take you somewhere where you aren't a burden then. Let's go home, okay?" He asked, smiling down at you. You smiled back, and nodded, still crying.

And eventually, maybe you would get better. Maybe, just maybe, you could actually get better.

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Originally written from wattpad, so if you recognize this from that you know who I am now!

1627 words! My best so far 😈

Bonus: Cordell watched you intently as you emptied your drawers for anything sharp as he held out his hand. You groaned and handed them to him. He frowned softly. "Yknow we all love you, right?" We're all here. Even if your grandpa seems like.. A meanie sometimes, even he'd listen about this. Okay?" He asked. You nodded, tearing up again. He smiled softly. "Alright, alright." He hugged you tightly, and for once, you hugged him back.

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lumine-no-hikari · 3 days

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And from there, I added heavy cream:

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

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

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

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

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

Your friend, Lumine

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tio-trile · 9 months

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Good Omens fan since 2011 here! First of all just wanna say that you're one of my fav GO artists ever and your fanart of The Sacred and The Profane is still so important to me actually <3

Anyway, I'm a book fan through and through and when they first announced the TV Show I have to admit I was a bit hesitant but overall have made peace to the fact that it won't be 1:1. No adaption ever does but as long as the core stays there I'm good with it.

And while there are some parts I'm not a big fan of (The Dove being one but also how Crowley ask Aziraphale to ran away with him. I just can never see him asking that like he's the first one asking Aziraphale to work with him in stopping the Armageddon. And he's deep down is an optimist. So I can never see him asking Aziraphale to ran away regardless how desperate he is. Like on one hand I was like 'oh that's sweet' in shipping glasses but at the same time it's a 'he would not say that' moment to me 😔) but otherwise it was a good fun!

When S2 was announced, it took me off guard bc like. Do we *really* need this? I don't see why we need a S2?? I think biggest part is bc I've made peace over how we'd never getting a sequel. I'm at peace that those can just be explored in fan sphere 637382992 ways. I never see the necessity of needing a S2 or even S3. And while a part of me still a bit curious on what S2 is like, the response from the book fans I trust hasn't been .... good. So I think I'll sit this one out for now and maybe revisit it at some point in the future lol.

Silver lining I guess is the graphic novel! I'm really excited about that!! Curious how the book will translate as a comic :)

Anyway, sorry if this isn't really structured but I guess I just wanna say I've been enjoying reading your replies and asks from other folks as well! But also the one ask about GO could be the next SPN experience killed me point blank <3

Omg hi!! Wow, you've been in the fandom longer than I have...and THANK YOU for your kind words!! 🥺

And yes to all you said. S1 wasn't perfect, but I find myself overlooking the imperfections because overall it was a pretty faithful and good adaptation. And totally agree on the "run away" thing -- we bring up the dove a lot but that is honestly another "he would not say that" moment as you said. I was just talking with my friend about how book!Crowley is an optimist -- see how after he was sure that Aziraphale had disincorporated and the bookshop is aflame, Crowley still decided to drive down to the airfield to help the humans with nothing to lose or gain for him anymore, simply because he loves Earth too.

I talked about it briefly in a previous ask but I too was very sure that we wouldn't get season 2, because Neil Gaiman wouldn't ditch his dear dead friend to write more Good Omens on his own, right?......until he did. And like you said, we don't need a S2. The book fandom has been around for 30 years and still going strong. I guess the party that needed S2 the most is Amazon, and it just all comes down to money in the end.

I preordered the graphic novel and I'm curious how they'll adapt the book too! Season 2 has hurt me a little too much that I feel hesitant to say I look forward to any adaptations now......😂 but I am still curious about it! Again, thank you for your kind words! I think Good Omens is looking to be the next SuperWhoLock all by itself.

#ask #anonymous #good omens critical #nice ppl #long post

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((Oh shoot I was mid-ask and pushed the wrong thing and I’m not sure it sent so starting over 😅))

Anywho hello hi there I really hope you don’t mind the like spamming (and interactions in general from nsfw blogs); I just really couldn’t help myself bc I’m resonating so much with your content and tags and you seem like a genuinely lovely human with absolutely adorable artwork so I wanted to show you some appreciation 🥺💗 It immediately comes across how much you love and care for your OCs via the lore you’ve created and the utmost tender way you talk about them and the way they interact with each other ?? 😭 it’s impossible not to fall in love with them too. I also hope you’ve heard copious amount of feedback about how brilliant your writing is - so detailed, so warm, so intimate…it’s extremely flustering and endlessly endearing and I’m so grateful you share your gift with all of us on here! In particular, I’m positively fascinated with Avery’s backstory and anatomy and am loving discovering the depth of the layers of thought that you put into composing him. Excited to learn more 🥰

((((I’m also approaching my third decade of life next year and it’s always nice seeing rep for folks my age in the community who are still enjoying and exploring their relationship with this “kink”(using this term lightly bc I know everyone may not consider themselves to fall under that umbrella). I too met my partner on here, and it’s beautiful to hear that things can work out in the long run so thank you for that tidbit of reassurance 💗 sending wishes of happiness for you both!!))))

Sorry again for this long winded ramble I was just inspired and wanted to send the warm vibes I received while perusing your awesome blog back your way!!! Hope you have a lovely day 💕

-🐰

Anon... my god! 😭💙 /very positive

Crying into my tea on a Sunday morning... god, I am so touched by this, I'm just falling apart...

Let me respond to this sequentially, so I don't just get flooded with emotion (and if you've been watching how I post, you already know this is going to be long as fuck... Sorry! 🥲)

1. I am absolutely okay with NSFW blogs interacting with me, and spam interactions don't bother me at all! The only interactions I don't want are from minors and dickheads, haha. No worries on this, peach.

2. Fewer people interact with my fic than with my art, but when I tell you I treasure every single thing people say about my fic... god, there's just nothing like it. My fic is so, so close to my heart. I've been a writer much longer than I've been an artist, so I feel like I can really express myself through writing in a way I can't with art... I'm trying, but I'm not quite there yet! God, thank you so much for your kind words... I am so grateful that the warmth and love I feel when I'm writing is felt by others, too. I really try to capture the very essence of how these characters and their emotions feel in my mind and heart.

And you like the lore, too? 🥺 My long-winded rambling? My wordy expositions? God, my heart! 😭💙

3. I am so happy to know you met your partner in this community, too! I am really wishing the best for you, and yes, it absolutely can work out! My spouse and I are very different from each other, but we are still best friends after six years, and I don't see that changing any time soon.

4. I feel like this community tends to be younger, especially here on Tumblr, so it's kind of refreshing to hear from someone in the same phase of life as me. If there's anything I didn't expect, it's that I would still be exploring my feelings about tickling (and, well, intimacy as a whole) well into adulthood. It's funny how things come back around, though... I was making tickling doodles in my diary when I was just a kid, but I stopped (and, stopped drawing altogether, really) after high school. Had to work through a ton of shame, religious trauma, and just a metric fuckton of other shit, all to come right back around to doing tickling doodles again, haha! I was delighted to find that, at 30 (and with a whole lot of new experiences and context), it still makes me just as giddy now as it did then.

All of this is to say... There may be common threads throughout one's life, but we aren't really set in stone the way people think. You can absolutely discover, and rediscover, yourself and what brings you joy over and over again as you grow and have new experiences. If I can give any advice on this, it's this: Don't close yourself off. You only have this one life, so use it to experience all you can. Even if you're shy, like me... do your best to lend a kind word, an ear, or a hand as often as possible. You never know who, or what, is gonna set your soul on fire.

Anon, thank you so much for this ask... And if you ever want to chat, I'd be more than delighted. 💙

#just the sweetest fucking ask #favs #my heart #ask #🐰

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