#EIS SM RESULTS

[chaaistained]

loa is your best friend, not your crush

tldr: stop seeking loa’s validation, trust in your friendship and the love you share

so we’re gonna need a bit of backstory for everyone as to how i reached this epiphany which i could only articulate this well thanks to @faeriemarie letting me ramble on discord thnx bby

anyway, backstory :

i have a wonderful best friend from high school and she is someone that i’ve scripted into many realities (she’s one of the members in my kpop girl group dr, i love her sm). but in my cr, as can be expected, life hasn’t been easy and we hadn’t talked for quite a while.

sometimes i’d remember her with so much warmth and fondness and reminisce in the times we’d shared, the love that was so real and so precious to me, the way i’d literally see her five days out of the week and still never feel tired of her presence because at a time where i was struggling (high school) she got me like no one else did

and afterwards, after losing so much time to life and university and careers and new friendships, most of which could never even hope to reach her level, i was pleasantly surprised when she reached out to me.

two text messages later and we’d slipped back into the same energy that we’d always shared, like nothing had changed, because nothing had changed

we very quickly organised a lunch, no fuss no rescheduling, nothing blocking our paths back to each other and right now, as i type this, i’m cuddled under a blanket after a lovely meal with her and a warmth in my soul.

because she single-handedly changed the way i view loa

something about me and her — in my eyes she was always perfection and me being the anxious fool that i am, sometimes i’d spiral and convince myself that i’m not worthy of being her friend

today, at lunch, sitting right across from me, she burned those burdens and alleviated each and every facet of fear i had about it, about us.

she said “you mean so much to me, i value us and our friendship so much. i know that we go a long time without speaking and i really miss you but at the same time, i just know that i can reach out whenever, for anything, and you’ll be there for me. because you’re so genuine and so authentic. this kind of friendship is something i’ll always cherish”.

aside from the fact that i’m getting teary eyed as i remember her words, i have a point with all of this rambling and exposition — as soon as she said this and helped me rid myself of all that stress, it felt like i’d just slipped into my better cr

a reality where i’ve always scripted this kind of energy, this kind of vibe, with her

at that moment, shifting wasn’t on my mind bcs i felt like i’d achieved it ?? i felt like i was there, in my better cr, getting lunch with one of my most cherished friends, just like those scenarios i’ve scripted

and her and i have even planned another meet up pretty soon with our extended group and i cannot explain how refreshing it is to feel zero social anxiety about this plan

usually i’d have inklings of fear and doubt but right now? nothing !! absolutely nothing

i am so at peace and i haven’t felt this way about a friendship in so long ???

having lunch with her and speaking with her affirmed to me that my fears of losing our friendship were unfounded, because how can you lose something so genuine and so real?

i’ve finally learned to trust in our friendship and the love we share and dismiss my irrational fears that are baseless and are a result of my own overthinking

i don’t think you guys understand how incredible this is for me because i am without a doubt one of the most anxious people in existence it is disgustingly debilitating

but i’ve won this battle and there are gonna be more battles that i’m gonna win (anxiety-wise ahdhdhsh)

and i know i’m gonna win those because meeting up with her affirmed me of my own capabilities and my own manifestations

i’ve learned to dismiss unfounded fear and trust in my friendship with this person

why don’t we think the same way about loa???

we need to trust in your friendship with loa, one of the most genuine friendships you can ever have

the universe can throw as much at you as it wants but loa always has your back

we need to stop thinking of loa as this unresponsive crush, always seeking its validation, in need of constant attention and interaction and hoping to “run into them” to “share a moment”

stop. stand up.

loa is not your crush, for fuck’s sake, loa is your life long soulmate friendship

a friend like loa? you don’t need to talk to them 24/7 to know they love you and value you and care about you and will provide for you

that’s what loa should be, a true genuine friend who you can hit up for whatever you want (manifestation) and they’ll follow through (materialisation)

[vrystalius]

hi! Ive been reading ur fics for a while and i love them sm and hope ur enjoying ur break!

I was wondering if u could write about giyuu apologizing after an arguement?

once again i absolutely love ur fics lol 💗

Apologies

Giyuu apologising after an argument— how does he do it?

Pairing: married!Giyuu x gn!married!reader

“Why can’t you just talk to me? I feel like I’m the only one trying here!”

You immediately regretted those words the second they left your mouth. Washing out your mouth with soap won’t wash that expression of your husband from your face, him staring at you in both disbelief and deep guilt. Giyuu knows that he can come off as cold or even uncaring, even to you. It’s never intentional but rather a terrible habit he seemingly can’t get rid off and it keeps forcing him to push people away from him. That’s why it may seem he doesn’t try hard enough to express his thoughts, his feelings.

Despite knowing that you will be understanding and listen to his worries, hold him while you kiss his face until he finally smiles again, all those fears and thoughts that dwell on horrific events he experiences on a daily gone in mere seconds.

So, who should apologise first? Giyuu, or you?

Since your husband left your house after the argument, probably wanting to take a walk or get some fresh air, you had time to think about what to do to apologise to him. Directly talking to him might scare him off and result into him being too intimidated to answer or scurry off to hide somewhere else to avoid you altogether. A letter could work, right?

Composing and thinking about every word, every sentence helped you sort your thoughts out and properly speak about the argument from your perspective while also staying respectful to his own view of the issues. You just hoped that your crow was awake to deliver a letter to your husband. If not, you’ll leave it in your bedroom for your husband to find and read quietly while you waited on him somewhere else.

But before you could prepare a method for Giyuu receiving your letter, Kanzaburo, your husband’s elderly crow, weakly called out to you and ruffled his feathers while resting on your windowsill. A letter was secured around his neck. Gently, you took the bird and put it to rest on your lap, giving him well-deserved scratches while gently unravelling the letter from his neck. It was written by Giyuu, obviously, but before you could read, the door to the room opened and your husband stood in the doorframe, staring down at you in surprise. He eyed you, then the letter in your hands.

“Have you.. read it?”

“No, Kanzaburo just delivered it.”

“Ah.”

You could see the gears shifting inside his mind. He probably overestimated the senior crow and thought the letter would be delivered faster. You scratched the crows head and glanced back to the paper in your hand.

“Should I read it? Or do you want to say everything you wrote down to me personally?”

Giyuu silently averted his eyes, his shoulders sagging and a small frown spreading on his face. He was avoiding to look into your eyes.

“No. I’ll be in the bedroom.”

You watched your husband slowly close the door, leaving you alone with his elder companion. While the crow was contently preparing to nap on your lap, you opened the letter.

˚✧₊⁎⁺˳༚

My dearest,

I am sorry. I know I’ve caused arguments again and again because of my silence and my behaviour over all. You feel like you’re the only one trying in this relationship and I’m sorry for that. I thought that if I stayed silent it would be easier for the both of us but that is clearly not the case. I should’ve realised much sooner, but instead I am only doing it now.

I am just too scared to scare you off with my problems and issues since you have your own, just like everyone else does. You are important to me so you always are my priority. My thoughts and feelings can wait, so I stay quiet.

You deserve better than the way I am treating you, you deserve so, so much better. You’ve been patient with me, you stayed with me for so long, through good and bad times. I don’t deserve your love.

I want to do better and I will. Please have a little more patience with me. Please.

I love you, I am sorry that I haven’t said it enough times. I am sorry if you don’t believe me.

Yours forever,

Tomioka Giyuu.

˚✧₊⁎⁺˳༚

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Thank you so much for requesting!! I’ve been seeing you interact with my posts pretty often so thank you for all your love and support <33 I’ll happily write more requests for you in the future if you liked this one!

Also, I haven’t forgot about Kyojuro’s thighs request :,) I started writing it and it’s halfway finished— my NSFW meter just ran out and I started writing this instead XD

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Take care of yourselves, physically and mentally <3

[paucubarsisimp]

HEY BABES!!!

I'd love to be ur first joao request SO HEAR ME OUT.

how about a date with joao in one fancy restaurant in Milan and it's so funny because joao doesn't know much italian and they're both left trying to understand what the water is telling them.

I LOVE YOUR FICS SM KEEP IT UP 💗💗

spaghetti struggles

pairing: joão felix x reader

summary: basically the request 😭

tagged: @barcapix, @universefcb, @joaosnovia, @httpsdana, lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!

a/n: first time writing for joão!

you and joão had only been in milan for a few weeks now, and while settling into a new city, a new life together, and preparing for the upcoming season felt like a lot, one thing you were both especially excited about was food. you were in italy, after all—land of pasta, pizza, and all things delicious.

tonight, joão had decided to take you out for a special dinner. you hadn’t yet figured out how to speak italian (and honestly, you weren’t even trying that hard yet), so you’d been relying on google translate and gesturing wildly to get by. but tonight, joão was determined. he was going to show you the “real” milan, which meant going to a local, slightly fancy italian restaurant.

as you both entered, a waiter in a crisp white shirt greeted you in rapid-fire italian. you glanced at joão, who had the same wide-eyed, panicked expression that you did.

“uh… hi,” you said hesitantly, smiling like an awkward tourist.

the waiter continued to speak quickly, gesturing to the menu and then to your table. neither of you had a clue what he was saying.

“yeah, um… we’re just—” joão started, but his voice trailed off as the waiter kept going, seemingly undeterred by your lack of understanding.

“i think he’s asking if we want a table?” you whispered to joão, but he looked at you with a blank stare.

“i have no idea,” joão muttered, his accent still heavy as he tried to catch up. “just… just nod, yeah?”

so, you both nodded. the waiter smiled and ushered you to a table, still speaking italian as he placed two menus down in front of you.

you both sat down, exchanged a confused look, and picked up the menus, pretending like you knew what was going on.

“okay,” you said, squinting at the italian menu. “what does this say?” you pointed to something that looked vaguely like the word “pizza,” but with extra letters in it.

“uh, i think it’s pizza,” joão said, also scanning the menu. “but… it could also be ‘pasta’? or ‘frittata’? i’m not sure.” he flipped the menu around and squinted at it. “i’m getting a headache just looking at this.”

the waiter returned, asking something with a question at the end, and you both froze. you had no idea what he was saying.

“uh, sorry, we don’t… speak italian,” you said, wincing as you tried to communicate. “do you have… english?”

the waiter just nodded enthusiastically and said something that sounded like a confirmation, before walking off to speak with another table.

“okay, well, that went well,” you said, exhaling.

joão was already scrolling through google translate on his phone. “let’s just look up what’s on the menu. give me a second.”

he held the phone out to you and you typed in ‘pasta’. the result was a giant list of words you couldn’t even pronounce, let alone understand.

“i’m sorry,” you said, squinting at the phone. “i still don’t know what half of this means. can we just point to the menu when he comes back and hope for the best?”

joão sighed. “yeah, that sounds like the best plan. i think we should just order like we’re on a game show.”

soon enough, the waiter returned, looking at you expectantly. joão smiled nervously, still holding his phone like a lifeline.

“uh, we’ll just have, um…” he trailed off, his finger hovering over the menu. he pointed to something that had “spaghetti” written in a smaller font underneath. “this?”

the waiter looked at him, then at you, then back at him. his eyes narrowed in thought. “spaghettiiiii,” he said slowly, then gave a thumbs-up and disappeared.

“i think we’ve ordered spaghetti?” you said, your voice half-questioning. “but we could be in for a surprise.”

joão just chuckled, his shoulders relaxing a bit. “it’s fine. whatever happens, we’ll laugh about it later.”

the waiter came back soon with drinks—thankfully, they were the right ones—and then disappeared again. you both sat in awkward silence, occasionally giggling at the absurdity of the situation.

when the food finally arrived, it was… not what you expected. you both stared down at the plates, unsure of what you were looking at. joão had ordered a plate that looked like a huge pile of something green, and you were staring at a dish that appeared to be… some kind of lasagna? but it didn’t look like anything you’d ever seen before.

“uh, is this… is this how italian food looks?” you asked, poking your fork into the green thing on joão’s plate.

“i don’t know,” joão muttered, taking a bite. “but it’s good. actually, it’s amazing.” he looked at you with wide eyes. “you have to try this.”

you took a hesitant bite of your own dish and nodded. “okay, this… this actually tastes incredible. but i still have no idea what it is.”

joão took out his phone again. “okay, google says… ‘torta verde’? that’s not even a word. what’s a torta?”

you both burst out laughing.

“i don’t know,” you said, clutching your stomach. “but i think we’re eating mystery food in italy. it’s like an episode of ‘man vs food,’ except there’s no one to tell us what we’re eating.”

“this is definitely the most confusing dinner of my life,” joão admitted, still grinning.

just as you were getting comfortable with your “mystery food,” the waiter returned. he started speaking italian at full speed again, gesturing at your plates.

“he’s asking if we’re enjoying it,” you said, giving joão an apologetic look. you smiled at the waiter. “sì! molto bene!” you said, hoping that was at least the right thing to say.

the waiter beamed. “ah! molto bene!” he said, clapping his hands. “enjoy, enjoy!”

and with that, he disappeared. you both stared at each other in disbelief.

“he definitely didn’t understand us, did he?” you asked, taking another bite of your strange dish.

“nope,” joão agreed, shaking his head. “but we’re surviving. we’re surviving by the power of spaghetti and mystery lasagna.”

as you ate, you tried your best to enjoy the evening despite the language barrier. it was frustrating, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but laugh. it was a mess, but it was your mess. and as the night went on, you realized that no matter how many times you tried to navigate the language, the food, or the confusion—you wouldn’t trade this chaos for anything.

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[skxllz]

Some gallavich x reader fluff?🥹

I got you anon <3 I threw some other shit in here too

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male! reader

“ rock, paper, gun; shoot! — fuck! ”

mickey lost yet another match of his version of ‘ rock paper scissors ’ to kev, resulting in him standing up from his chair and picking it up, only to throw it someplace in complete anger. just like the sore loser he was.

“ HEY! ” veronica shouted, throwing a dishcloth at him, “ take that shit outside! don't come in here messin’ up my bar! ”

“ fuck your bar, ” mickey pointed at her, to which she reeled her head back in return; a ‘ I know he fucking didn't ’ look overtaking v's face before she looked to kevin, expecting him to say something before she leapt over that counter and strangled mickey her damn self.

“ — and fuck you. ” mickey turned to kevin, now pointing at him.

“ hey, whoa! ” kev's brows furrowed together solemnly. “ no need to get physical and talk to veronica that way, man! it's just a game. ”

“ a fucking game you're cheating at! ” mick’ smacked the table; leaning over it to get a nice, good, sarcastic smile brewin’ in the male's face. “ ‘cause you're too much of’a dumbass to actually win it over and over. ”

“ ian! ” veronica called to the red head who entered the bar, you trailing behind him. “ get your damn dog and put ‘im on a leash! he's throwing my chairs just because he's pissy that kev keeps beatin’ him at a stupid-fucking-game! ” she was now heatedly scrubbing at the counter top, new rag in hand swinging about aggressively. “ you men and your damn games. grow a pair! ”

you looked at veronica wide eyed, but said nothing. of course you weren't offended by her words, her aggression when she got infuriated just always caught you off guard.

ian sighed and walked over to mickey, who still was going on about losing the dumb game. “ mick’, come on. you can't be that mad over losing a game. ”

“ ian, ” mickey moved away from ian's hand, which had extended to grab at him, and made a gesturing motion towards kevin. “ he fucking cheated. there's no way he keeps keeping me at rock, paper, gun. absolutely no-fucking-way! ”

blinking once, you stared at mickey as if he grew another head. “ how does one cheat in rock, paper scissors- sorry, gun?. ”

“ I don't fucking know! ” the brunette threw his hands up, turning to you. “ he just did, okay?! he's a fucking cheater! ”

“ I beg to differ. ” ian rolled his eyes, now crossing his arms over his chest.

you shook your head as you saw mickey's anger increase. ian was not helping by disagreeing with you guys’ boyfriend.

so, you helped the solution the only way you knew how-

“ kev, ” kevin leaned over, looking around ian's body to make eye contact with you, letting out a ‘ huh? ’. “ ya’ should apologize to mickey. cheating isn't cool. ”

mickey and ian's argument that had started up seemed to stop at that. they both turned to look at you, faces mirroring surprise.

honestly, it was comical, but you kept a stoic face while staring at kevin. you knew he wouldn't catch on, but veronica should.

“ what? ” kevin scoffed.

“ I said, you should apologize. ” you shrugged, twisting your lips to the side; sliding your hands into the pockets of your jeans. “ mickey is upset you cheated. it's not cool to cheat. say sorry. ”

kevin gawked at you in clear offense, “ but I didn't cheat! it was just luck! you can't- ”

mickey looked smugly at ian, glad you were defending him, while the red head just looked at you as if you were insane.

“ oh for fuck sake- ” veronica's loud voice boomed throughout the bar, making kev nearly jump out of his skin. his gaze shifted to her, while her eyes turned to him in irritance. “ just say you're sorry! get this shit over with! I'm tired of this bull. ”

“ but v- ”

“ kevin ball. ” veronica's stern, motherly voice came out and kevin knew not to argue with her then. he pinched his lips together, before exhaling heavily through his nose out of annoyance, and turning to mickey.

the brunette was standing there, arms crossed, looking as smug as ever. he clearly was waiting for his apology.

“ I'm sorry. ” kevin stated, letting his fingers thrung out in exaggeration. “ there, I said it. I'm sorry I cheated. ”

mickey widely grinned, “ good- ” he then snatched the money that was displayed on the table, the loose bills they stacked beforehand for their previous bets. kevin stared wide-eyed as the shorter male pocketed them. “ thanks for the apology. now, I'm leavin’- ”

“ you cant just take my money! ” kev sat up straight, scoffing. “ I earned that fair and square! ”

“ you cheated, ” mickey shrugged, “ so it's my money. ”

that being said, the brunette waltzed towards the door of the bar with a cockiness in his step. kevin looked at you, only to stare disheartedly.

shit.

“ uh.. ” you chuckled, rubbing at the back of your neck sheepishly. “ i- um- bye! ” you took out of there faster than he could reply, leaving ian behind.

“ tell your boyfriends- ” ian turned to kevin once he began to speak, “ that there's no more free drinks in my bar. ”

“ did you really have to take his money? ” you huffed, trailing after mickey through your living room and following him to the kitchen. it was your place but he acted as if he owned it.

“ my money, ” mickey corrected, opening the top cabinet and snatching out a box of cinnamon toast crunch. “ he fucking cheated, so the cash is mine. it came out of my pocket to begin with. ”

you rolled your eyes, “ mick’, I know not all of that came from your pocket. you're not dumb enough to agree to a bet unless you're getting more money than you already had. ”

he glanced at you over his shoulder, “ so you callin’ me fuckin’ dumb or something? ”

one blink. two blinks. and then you're staring at him as if he's an actual idiot in that moment. “ that's not what I said at all- ”

“ you said I'm not dumb enough, so that's stating I'm somewhat dumb, just to clarify, right? ” as he argued, he had enough time to go to the fridge and retrieve the milk and pour it into his bowl. so now, he was smacking his cereal aggressively, while giving you a pointed stare.

“ can you not? ” ian sighed as he entered the kitchen, only to dump his phone onto the table so he could remove his hoodie. it was rather hot in your place. “ I'd really like to go a day without you running your mouth. ”

mickey looked at ian with a ‘ are you for real? ’ expression. “ so I run my mouth? ”

“ stop- ” he sighed.

“ no, no- ” mick’ sat his bowl down before gliding over to get in ian's personal space. “ I run my mouth? is it too much for you? ‘cause I could just fucking leave. ”

“ mickey- ” you tried to interfere, but neither of them let up.

the ginger pressed a hard palm to mickey's chest, forcefully backing him up. “ you're not fucking leaving. stop acting so childish! ”

you sighed, this time combing a hand through your hair as you became fed up with your two boyfriends. “ guys! ”

they still didn't bother to acknowledge you, though. mickey was now raising his voice as ian got in his face as well, and it was becoming ugly - you didn't want this leading to something more violent. so, you gritted your teeth, and inhaled.

“ GUYS! ” that finally grabbed their attention.

ian's head swiveled around so that he could look at you. mickey peered over ian's shoulder. you looked to be fuming, smaller fists clenched down at your sides and the space between your brows pinched. “ will you two knock it off?! ”

scoffing, mickey pushed ian back -to which the red head stumbled and glared at him-, only to look at you with disbelief. “ why the fuck am I gettin’ yelled at? he started it. ”

“ you both, ” you gave ian a look that told him he better not open his mouth, “ are being stupid right now. stop- and mickey, you're not dumb, it's just the way I worded my sentence. ”

picking his bowl of cereal back up, mickry rolled his shoulders back, mumbling under his breath. “ course I'm not dumb... I'm fucking smart. ”

you cracked a smile at that.

“ now, ” you pointed a finger to them both, raising your brows. “ no more fighting, right? let's just relax for once. ”

ian glanced at mickey, and mickey glanced at him- but neither said anything. ian then sighed and nodded, “ yeah, no more fighting. ”

“ good. ” you hummed, before shuffling over to ian and pecking him on the cheek, “ thank you. I don't like it when you two argue. ”

“ hey, ” you both looked to the brunette, who had an arm extended dramatically so and a distraught look on his face. “ the fuck am I, chopped liver? ”

a giggle escaped you, “ no! ” and you made your way over to mickey, only to kiss him on the cheek as well. but he scoffed for the hundredth time.

“ that's no fucking kiss- ” he muttered, only to pull you closer by binding his arm around your waist. “ come ‘ere. ”

the male pressed his lips greedily to yours, intaking your warmth and savoring your taste. you could taste the cinnamon-y sweetness on him from the cereal, and it made you grin.

“ I think I deserve one too, ” ian whispered as he came from behind, too hooking an arm around you. you parted from mickey to turn your head and smile at your other boyfriend.

“ I love you guys. ” you chuckled, kissing ian sweetly. he kissed back, softness to his touch.

“ we love you too, doll. ”

[the-lonelybarricade]

What Becomes of Curious Minds - Chapter Two

They'd all heard the stories about the girls who went missing, and it was an open secret that human slavery was becoming a commodity in faerie. The water well was on the closest edge of town to the faerie border, and so whenever they went out by themselves, they'd made a habit of painting red clay upon their skin. Feyre wasn't wearing paint. But she would be okay just this once, wouldn't she?

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What happened to human girls who went missing?

Feyre knew the answer now.

They were thrown into a wagon filled with other wide-eyed, terrified girls and carted off to some faerie equivalent of a market. The girls shoved and clawed at each other in their desperation to get to the center of the wagon, trying to evade the predatory eyes that peered at them through the iron bars, assessing them like livestock for purchase. Or slaughter.

Fighting for a spot in the middle was a familiar concept to Feyre—she and her sisters once shared a similar battle for warmth while sharing their bed in the winter. Those fights had yielded a similar result to now, with Feyre being pushed to the edge, forced to endure the cold seeping through the metal bars, and the faeries who watched her intently.

A hissing sound turned her head, and she found the slitted eyes of a serpent staring back at her. The creature's forked tongue darted out to taste the air, and he grinned as if he savored what he found.

Feyre once heard that snakes could taste fear. If that was true, she couldn't imagine the faerie was tasting anything else, with so many crying, trembling girls in one place. He said something to their captors in a harsh, garbled language she didn't understand. Their captor's response was short and monosyllabic. Dissatisfied with that answer, the serpentine faerie snarled—causing several of the girls to whimper and scramble back—then stormed away into the throng of the market.

She may not be able to speak the language, but Feyre had attended enough markets to understand what just occurred. He'd been interested, but their captor named a price he couldn't match. Feyre tried very hard not to consider what use that faerie might have had for her should the price have been lower.

The first day carried on much the same. In the end, there were no buyers, despite the interest their presence seemed to attract. The other girls wept in relief when it was obvious the market had ended, but Feyre was wary. She knew what happened to unwanted stock—it was thrown out, or sold at a discount.

That night the wagon was kept in a small, dark warehouse. Feyre couldn't see the moon to gauge how much time had passed, but she guessed it was somewhere around midnight when it occurred to their captors that the wagon stank of human waste, and that the smell might be bad for business.

While one of the unlucky bastards was chosen to clean the wagon they'd used to relieve themselves—a humiliating experience, to say the least—the girls were let out onto the dirt floor of the warehouse and given a washbucket to clean themselves. Some of the girls scrubbed weekly at their skin, tears tracking down their faces. None of them were willing to strip to clean themselves properly.

Feyre sat with her knees curled into her chest, absently watching the soapy water slosh over the rim of the bucket and splatter onto the dirt floor. It reminded her of the clay mixture she used to make with her sisters every morning. She'd always thought the practice was so tedious, so needless. How many times had she walked to the water well by herself and never once felt anything foreboding?

Now, she stared at the clumps of mud and thought about the viscid gazes she'd felt crawling over her at the market, like hundreds of fire ants running up and down her arms. She shivered, imagining that she would be trapped under those gazes again tomorrow, and then her fingers were digging into the mud, scooping up handfuls to smear on her arms and in her hair.

"W-what are you doing?" One of the girls whispered.

"Making myself unappealing," Feyre said back.

None of the girls copied her, either too afraid to attract their captors' ire, or too disgusted by the idea of being covered in dirt. It wasn't exactly a pleasant feeling, the incessant itch as the mud flaked and dried, the way it hung limp and heavy in her hair. She felt the oil and grit like a second skin, contributing to a queasy sense of grubbiness that was worsened when she recalled how many days it had been since her last bath.

But it was better that she stunk. She'd heard the fae had a keen sense of smell, and if hers was putrid then it improved her chances that no one would want to take her home with them.

Fortunately—or unfortunately, because truly only time would tell—Feyre was not one of the girls purchased at the next market. Or the next. A week passed in a horrifying tide of girls coming and going, before a pair of hazel eyes met hers through the iron bars.

And she knew.

Without the male saying anything, she knew. By the way he studied the layer of filth coating her skin and looked amused by it.

"I'll take the lot," he said, voice deep and rough. He looked almost human, if human men were built the size of mountains and had giant, membranous wings fanning from their backs.

Their male captor grunted. He looked less human than the winged male, something taller and leaner and crueler about him. His eyes were pitch black and depthless, portraying no emotion as he said something to the winged male in a hissing language she didn't understand.

"Send 'em to the Hewn City," the winged male answered. "Tell the High Lord it's a gift."

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What was the Hewn City?

Well, Feyre didn't know for certain. What she did know was the girls—five of them in total—were gathered together and swallowed in darkness, just like the day she was taken from the well.

When the darkness lifted, the first thing Feyre saw was the snow-coated mountains, covered in a light mist that drifted towards the moonstone veranda they stood upon. It was completely open to the elements, no windows to be found, just spiraling pillars and floating curtains.

It should have been cold, she thought, regarding her tattered clothes. There were holes wide enough to expose entire sections of her arms, but the air that touched her mud-clad skin was pleasant.

Magic. What an unnerving thing. She hated that her hundreds of questions had such a simple, ambiguous answer.

A female approached from down the hall. High fae, Feyre guessed, from the pointed tips of her ears and her otherwise human appearance. Her eyes narrowed at the sight before her.

"What's this?" She asked.

Two of their captors hissed at each other in that strange, startling language. Then one of them turned to the female and answered, "Gift." He gestured at Feyre and the other girls. "Slaves."

The female's nose scrunched in disgust. "We don't keep slaves in the Night Court."

The captor who spoke turned to the other, as if translating the female's response. They threw harsh, angry sounds back and forth before their captor turned back to the woman and gave her a sly smile.

"Servants," he said. "Translation error."

"Right." The female looked unconvinced. She turned her attention to the girls, frowning as she took in their unkempt appearances. She sighed. "Servants, then? As a gift from who?"

"Lord Armad."

If anything, the female's frown deepened. "Alright then, I'll take them from here." She waved a dismissive hand at their captors. "Be on your way. And be grateful it was me who found you at our door."

The faeries didn't stick around. As quickly as they'd come, they absconded into darkness, leaving Feyre and the human girls alone with the High Fae female.

She offered them a smile, but there was something poisonous behind it. "You all look as though you've been through quite an ordeal. But listen closely: from this point forward, you're no longer slaves, you're servants. You might be wondering what the difference is, and the difference is that you'll be fed and clothed and paid for your service here. But if you tell anyone that you were bought as a slave and that I was the once who let you in, I'll slit your sorry throats myself. Understood?"

-

What was the difference between slaves and servants?

It wasn't as if they were free to leave. And even if they were paid, how would they even spend the coin? They may not keep slaves in the Night Court—wherever that was—but it was clear they didn't mind turning their heads when slavery trotted past them under a different, more palatable name.

But when Feyre thought about the other buyers she'd seen at the market, and the perverted gleam in their eyes, she supposed she should be grateful that she was taken to a palace where she'd been given clean clothes and a warm bath.

The bath hadn't been optional. The High Fae woman who showed them to the servant quarters had sneered at Feyre's appearance and demanded someone scrub her down before Mother forbid the High Lord catches a whiff of her. She'd walked away mumbling about how they would need to find a way to get the smell out of the rugs in the hall.

There were a few servants who were already in the room—more humans—and they all rushed the newcomers, guiding them here and there to get the girls situated. Feyre was towed towards the bathing chamber by three different girls, who tutted their tongues and grumbled about the state of her. She wasn't given time to marvel at how the bath was actually a pool, or how steam billowed from its surface, coating the chamber in a screen of fog that the servant girls parted as they more or less chucked Feyre into the pool.

She was dunked under the surface and scrubbed until her skin was raw and pink and decidedly clean. It was hard to complain when the water was hot and the soap smelled like jasmine and the clothes she was given afterwards were the finest quality she'd ever worn.

The pants were high waisted and billowing, gathered at the ankles in velvet cuffs. Over top she wore a long tunic, which stretched to her ankles almost like a dress. There were slits in the sides, offering freedom of movement, and the long sleeves were made of gossamer that gathered at the wrist. The collar was a deeper v shape than she was used to wearing in the mortal lands, but altogether the shape was flattering.

After the week she'd endured, it was such a bewildering imitation of luxury. As Feyre sat at the edge of the bedroom she and the other girls had been taken to—a communal space with six beds—she stared out at the gray stone mountains and tried to mull her feelings over her tongue, like she'd done with the bean she'd popped into her mouth a week ago.

It was bitter, just like it had been then. Only there was no jittery excitement, no journal for her to sketch her mind into, no way to keep track of each of the different, warring sensations that flitted past. She let them come and go, thinking on them, feeling them.

She asked, "Do you think it's possible to escape?"

None of the girls answered her. They could all see the mountain peak they were on top of, after all. The clothes they'd been provided were nice, but they weren't warm. Feyre guessed the magic that kept the cold at bay wouldn't apply once they left the palace walls, and they would likely freeze long before they found a way down.

When one of the girls burst into tears, she felt guilty for asking.

It was then the doors opened, and another human woman walked in. They all turned her, and Feyre was again perplexed by the sight of another human servant. For a Court that supposedly didn't partake in slavery, they had a suspicious number of humans working for them.

She was… different from the other girls Feyre had met thus far. She didn't walk with the preternatural stillness of the fae, nor did she possess their ethereal grace and beauty, but there was something that seemed to glow about her. As if the magic of this place had somehow rubbed off, seeping through her skin. Her eyes were bright, her black hair pristine, her posture proud.

She looked healthy, which Feyre marked as a good sign.

"Hello," she said, greeting her riveted audience with a shy smile. "I'm Caelia. I was told the palace received a new group of servants. I'm here to answer your questions, and help you…" She paused, careful to select the right word. "Acclimate to your new life."

"Where are we?" One of the girls asked with a sniff.

"Well, this—" Caelia gestured to the moonstone pillars and walls— "Is the High Lord's personal residence. But more broadly speaking, we're in the Night Court."

"High Lord?" One of the girls echoed with a squeak.

Her fear was warranted. Feyre knew that Prythian was divided into seven territories, each ruled by a High Lord. Legend said they were beings of such unyielding power that they were capable of levelling buildings and turning entire armies to dust. If they wanted, they could butcher every human in this room before she could even blink.

"Yes," Caelia said carefully, "but it's unlikely you'll meet the High Lord. This is his personal residence, but not his primary one. The beings who live here are his…" Caelia looked uncertain again about what word to use. Eventually she settled on, "Consorts."

Feyre pinched her brows together. "Are we to be his…?" She couldn't even finish the sentence.

"Mother, no!" Caelia put her hand to her chest, as if scandalized. "Although it would be an honor, our job is simply to tend to the needs of the palace. Laundry, cleaning, the like. We'll figure out your assignments tomorrow, after you've had a chance to rest."

One of the girls raised her hand and asked, bleakly, "Will we ever go home?"

Caelia's expression fell. "Go home?" She raised her wrist, revealing a bracelet of silver bells that tinkled softly with the movement. "Are you not one of the blessed?"

The Children of the Blessed. In Feyre's village, they were a fanatic religious group who believed the High Fae were gods. They occasionally sent their members on pilgrimage across the fae border, and claimed that those who didn't return had been accepted by the High Fae and were now living among them. Feyre always assumed those members had been killed or worse, but it appeared some of them did accomplish their mission.

"Yes," Feyre said quickly, remembering the High Fae female's warning about revealing they were slaves. "Our bells were stolen from us, though. During our pilgrimage."

"Oh, how awful! I'll see if I can find you new bells tomorrow."

Was silver that easy to come by here? Feyre took in the richness of the room they'd been given, with its satin bed-sheets and overstuffed pillows, and considered that yes, it was. The High Fae female had also mentioned they would be given a wage, though Feyre didn't see what use coin would be to them if they were stuck in this palace indefinitely.

"Caelia?" She asked. "How many human servants live in this palace?"

"Oh…" Caelia thought carefully. "At least a hundred? Perhaps more? There are a few lesser faerie servants as well, but the High Lord prefers humans because we're impartial to fae politics. It also makes his human consorts more comfortable."

"So the High Lord does have human consorts?"

"Well, yes." Caelia didn't seem to understand Feyre's surprise. "Humans are more fertile than faeries and the High Lord is keen to produce heirs. Ideally, the Night Court's heir will be full blooded, but it doesn't hurt to have a few spares." She shrugged.

"And all of the consorts," Feyre ventured, choosing to ignore the comment about spares, like they were talking about stationery instead of living creatures, "they're here willingly?"

"Oh, yes!"Caelia clapped her hands together in excitement. "It's one of the highest honors to be chosen as a consort. There is a chance one of us could catch the High Lord's eye, but I wouldn't count on it. He hasn't selected a new consort in years, and his visits are becoming more and more infrequent."

I'll try to temper my disappointment, Feyre thought bitterly, turning her attention back to the mountain range. Caelia stayed longer to answer more of the girls' questions about palace life and fae politics, but Feyre had already zoned out. She was eyeing the deep, misty plunge into the valley below, wondering what she would do if she got to the bottom.

How far away was the Night Court from the human lands? Even if it was only a few days' walk—which she suspected was an absurdly conservative estimate—there was still the question of the unknown dangers she would encounter on the journey. There wouldn't be any escaping without help from a faerie.

She thought of the High Fae female who greeted them on the veranda. Would she be willing to help, in exchange for something? Perhaps if Feyre saved up her wages, she could offer a sufficient incentive to be taken back to her home.

"Beside the High Lord and his kin, males are strictly prevented from entering the palace," Caelia was saying. "There are guards and scholars who live here, but they've all been castrated to protect the sanctity of the consorts."

"That's barbaric!" One of the girls exclaimed.

"It's a noble honor," Caelia corrected. She spoke as if she were reciting a doctrine. "They're tasked with protecting the future heir of the Night Court. They've chosen to sacrifice their virility in service to their Court."

Feyre blew out a breath. Did she agree that it was terrible? Yes. But the fae seem inclined to take what they wanted, regardless of what lowly humans like her had to say in the matter. She couldn't deny she was relieved she wouldn't need to worry about attracting male attention. Even in the mortal lands, she hadn't had that peace of mind.

"I think it's time you all get some rest," Caelia said, seemingly fed up with their questions. She rose to her full height, brushing her hands on the long dress-like tunic that was the same fashion as Feyre's, though hers was a sea-colored turquoise compared to Feyre's peach clothing. "There's a bell in the central courtyard that rings each morning. That's when it will be time to get up. I'll come collect you here and show you to the courtyard we use for washing."

With a small wave farewell, the black-haired woman hastened out of the room before she could be barraged with further questions. Feyre surveyed the beds, each of which included a single mattress, two pillows, and a soft blanket. It was finer than the bed she had at home, and though it was smaller, she wouldn't need to share it with anyone.

That was less a comfort than she thought it would be. She'd fantasized about having her own bed to curl into, not needing to worry about being kicked in her sleep (sometimes intentionally), more time than she could count. But now, as she chose one at random and hid her quiet tears in the pillows, she thought she'd finally thought of a question she didn't want to know the answer to:

Were her sisters enjoying the extra space without her?

[startnewgame-pt2]

『MHA DR INTRO』

╰⁠(⁠*⁠´⁠︶⁠`⁠*⁠)��╯♪

UA HERO STUDENT:

RYUUSEI HOSHIKO

星子 流星

(don't at me for the name alright, I think that's how it's written)

"Jack of all trades yet master of none..."

Quirk: Apprentice

User possesses the ability to learn another user's quirk. This can also apply to body transformations as well as other non-(official-)quirk abilities. Method to learn varies on the quirk. Learned ability isn't as strong as the original user's and needs to be trained.

Hero Name:

Asra

(if you recognize the name... No you don't. No you don't.)

A little bit of background:

Child of famous fantasy novel writer Sosuke Hoshiko and renown esper Zafiro Hoshiko, Ryuusei is a hero-in-training. They aspire to be like their aunt Jupiter, also known as the hero TARO ! (Pronounced the same as Tarot. She's my aunt in every reality 'cept Earth-19 so yeah)

As a curious little wonder child, they found their quirk from observing their friends in awe. Of course, the idea that they could essentially "learn" their friends' quirks didn't sit right with everyone, but they found ways to make it their own regardless of all the looks.

Brief description:

"Am I a girl? Am I a boy? Who knows! But everyone finds me attractive and that makes everyone gay." (Bro does not get the huzz they are TRIPPING)

Purple-eyed brunette of around 175cm in height with a tan complexion

A student of class 1-A within the hero course and one of the six recommended students.

[note: each class is now around 25 students instead of 20 nyehehe]

Went to middle school with Midoriya and Bakugo but wasn't that close to Bakugo (I wonder why/j)

Whimsical spirit but takes no crap from people

Hobbies include:

(⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ drawing, keytar, cosplay, baking (me encanta el pan dulce aaayyyy), video games (making sure Nintendo TM isn't a greedy little [redacted] in my DR...), vlogging, and those among others!!!

Friends at UA:

It wasn't too difficult getting along with their classmates for Ryuusei as they are quite a special bunch...; (no specific order)

Izuku Midoriya:

Friends since middle school, Ryuusei and Izuku supported each other's career goals despite their classmates' opinions. Also we're both huge nerds, but I definitely think it's a lot more than just nerd for him...

Kyouka Jirou:

Both have a passion for music and love passing each other CDs from time to time. We should definitely make a mixed Spotify playlist together.

Mina Ashido:

Eccentric fashion, styling, and dance are all in for these two! She's never boring to be around,,

Ochako Uraraka:

A little whimsical duo! Ryuusei likes to have Ochako help with with cosplay and even makes her cosplay for some reason (she's so cute what can I say😞)

Rikido Sato:

Mind blown. That's all. Rikido's pastries are mind-blowing, and as a result the two exchange pastries and recipes or little tips! (Majority come from Rikido he's so good at them I could swear)

Denki Kaminari

The first classmate who's quirk I tried to learn... I'm surprised it took me 16 years to get to learn an electricity-type of ability. Like Mina, we also share a taste in eccentric fashion. (I swear him and Mina are into Gyaru I love them sm)

I get along with most of my classmates just fine, but I don't know if I wanna make it that long... So I'm gonna cut it to that for my friends😞💔 I should so make a post for alla them

Pining for:

Neito Monoma

I'll never allow him to talk crap abt me it's so funny. Hates 1-A to the core at first but every time he tries to mention anything about me he can't. He just can't. (Totally didn't use my quirk for that... Think Sophie trying to talk about her curse in Howl's Moving Castle. Yeah). I think he's hilarious, I really can't take his insults seriously. I also found that our quirks are quite similar, so I ended up taking an interest in the dude.

Anyways that's alllllll!!!

Thank you for your time nyehehe, I hope this was somewhat decent <3 I'll probably try to make a better one later on...

[groovyfrog420]

I'm liking the polls actually. I've got so many Shadow Milk / shadowvanilla ideas, so you guys pick which one I'll draw next (other than the 1 I already have in progress)

You're only getting vague titles tho, too bad

It's gonna be a bit, cause I draw slow (God I wish I was faster I have so many ideas but not enough power-) and have one other unrelated piece due on the 6th, but yeah, I really want to see at least a few of those ideas out in the world sjsjsjsj

[kimhortons]

life recently.

there's a new coffee kiosk sa baba ng office namin that is very affordable yet super worth it naman sa price niyang 49-65 pesos. haven't tried ng standard na timpla nila, but judging by the looks of it kasi, mukhang matamis and goods naman if nag pa-add ng 1 shot ng coffee. mas worth it pa 'to kesa dun sa katapat na coffee shop na halos pang starbucks na yung presyo, but hindi naman masarap yung coffee. estetik lang e. haha

we had a photoshoot sa office, for business profile, 201 file and for social media use kineme. natawa ko kasi nung in-upload ko 'to sa stories ko, yung mga dati kong kawork akala'y manager na ako hahaha. sinasakyan nalang namin ni J mga nag cocomment, minsan sakanya pa namemention "nasa magandang kalagayan na yun" little did they know, e di naman din ganun kaperfect sa bago kong workplace haha. shrug off nalang. hehe

last friday, i went to the doctor. naalala ko sa isang post na shinare ko sa Facebook, yung video na may caption na; "in the phase where doing everything alone still feels painful but also helpful." naalala ko kasi kako, isa sa pinakatatakutan kong gawin mag isa dati, ay yung mag punta ng mag isa sa doctor. lagi ko kasing kasama noon si mommy or si lola. ngayon kaya ko na mag pa check up mag isa. though I'd still prefer na may kasama especially si J, for support lang if ever, (wag naman) may hindi magandang result.

so ayun nga, after i went to the doctor, dumeretcho ako sa SM para mag lunch and hintayin si J. medyo na ti-teary eyed ako nun habang kumakain mag isa at katext si J, kasi sabi ng doctor, baka nagreactivate yung sakit ko dati at kinailangan kong magpa chest CT scan para makita talaga kung anong meron since wala akong dalang records ng xray ko noon for comparison. covered naman siya ng medicard, kaso cash basis daw sila sa ospital at pwede naman daw mapa reimburse yun ng company. kaso parang ang hassle, 6-7k pa naman yun baka mamaya mahirapan pa akong magpa reimburse. kaya medyo nag woworry din ako. pero sana hindi na bumalik.

while waiting, i went to nails glow to have my gel nails. si rea na yung nirequest ko since siya na lagi yung nakakagawa ng sets ko. and okay yung lagay niya kasi tumatagal talaga. dun narin ako naabutan ni J pag dating niya, tumambay nalang siya sa loob habang ako naman yung hinihintay niya.

after getting my nails done, kumain kami sa Shakeys, and tried their mix and match since kami ay medyo tipid but also want to try other restaurant. and since na-try na namin 'to, sure akong hindi na kami babalik haha. hindi ko talaga bet yung chicken nila, wala na ako gaanong panlasa pero naaalatan parin ako sobra. yung spaghetti rin nila, hindi ganun kasarap. mas okay pa yung combo ng greenwich. sulit na sulit sa spag palang. haha hater.

we were supposed to go on a swimming sana nung saturday na kaming dalawa lang, kaya nga kami nag leave both sa work, last last week pa namin 'to napag usapan e, but since kinailangan ko na naman gumastos sa gamot, hindi na nga natuloy umuwi ng manila, hindi pa 'to natuloy. so maghapon lang kami nasa bahay over the weekend. nanungkit lang siya ng mangga, then nag linis ng kwarto. kanina nag laba naman. inayos ko rin yung dati kong work desk dito na ngayon ay lagayan ko na ng mga pabango haha.

bumalik narin siya ng naga kanina, naiyak ako nung paalis siya kasi namimiss ko agad siya, lalo pag ganitong may nararamdaman ako, sobra niya kasi akong alagaan, pag nagigising ako sa gabi, gumigising din siya, pag nag brobrownout, di niya ako tinitigilan paypayan at pinapauna ako pabalikin sa pag tulog. taga kuha ng tubig, taga hain pag kakain na. hindi ko na siya kailangan sabihan kasi nag kukusa siya kapag alam niyang masama pakiramdam ko. lalo ko siyang minamahal sa kung paano niya ako alagaan, hay lord.

[nithinblogs]

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🧭 Step 1: Register for CA Intermediate ASAP

The first thing you should do (literally the next day after results) is register with ICAI for the Intermediate course.

Key Details:

You can register online via the ICAI SSP portal

Registration is valid for 4 years

Fees: Around ₹18,000–₹20,000 (for both groups)

Choose both groups if you're aiming for faster completion (optional, but strategic)

📝 Pro Tip: Register early to be eligible for the next exam cycle. Late registration = delayed attempts.

📚 Step 2: Understand the CA Intermediate Structure

Here’s what you’re up against:

Total Papers: 8 (split into 2 groups)

Group 1:

Accounting

Corporate & Other Laws

Cost & Management Accounting

Taxation

Group 2:

Advanced Accounting

Auditing & Assurance

EIS & SM (Enterprise Information Systems and Strategic Management)

Financial Management & Economics

✅ Choose to study both groups or one group at a time — depends on your comfort level and schedule.

🧠 Step 3: Plan Your Study Strategy Early

CA Intermediate is a big jump from Foundation — both in content and difficulty.

Here’s how to stay ahead:

Allocate at least 6–8 months of prep time

Choose between self-study or coaching (or hybrid)

Create a weekly timetable — cover theory + practical subjects evenly

Start solving ICAI study material and RTPs early

📌 Focus more on understanding concepts than memorizing — Intermediate demands depth.

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While you can only start articleship after clearing Intermediate, it's smart to:

Start researching firms or companies where you might want to intern

Connect with seniors on LinkedIn or CA groups

Keep a tab on Big 4 openings, mid-size firms, or industry roles

This will help you hit the ground running once your Intermediate results are out.

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Intermediate prep is a marathon, not a sprint. Keep your energy up by:

Taking regular breaks (the 50–10 rule works wonders)

Avoiding burnout with exercise, music, or hobbies

Tracking progress weekly to stay motivated

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[cal-flakes]

hiii could you do something with rafe and a beach day please? love ur fics sm ❤️❤️❤️

thank you lovely <3 i am living for these fluff concepts, KEEP EM COMIN xxxx

╰┈➤ beach day with soft!rafe hc’s

warnings: a tad nsfw if you squint, fluff overload

: ̗̀➛ rafe was like an excited puppy when y/n finally told him what she wanted to do for her birthday this year.

: ̗̀➛ she wanted to spend the full day at the beach.

: ̗̀➛ why? he had no idea, but if that was all she wanted to do he was going to make sure it was the best day ever.

: ̗̀➛ he’d wake her up at first light, having planned out the whole day.

: ̗̀➛ “hey birthday girl, time to get up..”

: ̗̀➛ “baby, it’s three in the morning..”

: ̗̀➛ “yeah, we’re going to see the sunrise, come on..”

: ̗̀➛ and while she got up and got dressed, he’d pack the car.

: ̗̀➛ he’d make sure to bring everything they would need to spend the day at the beach.

: ̗̀➛ a cooler for snacks and drinks, a disposable barbecue, fire wood, blankets, towels, changes of clothes, one of his hoodies because he knew she preferred his.

: ̗̀➛ and lastly, a birthday cake, made specially for her.

: ̗̀➛ when he told her he’d planned every second of the day, he really meant it.

: ̗̀➛ once he’d finished packing, he headed upstairs to collect her.

: ̗̀➛ “c’mon angel, let me carry you to the car”

: ̗̀➛ he carried his sleepy princess to his range rover, making sure she was comfortable and buckled in safely.

: ̗̀➛ the half hour drive to the beach went by quickly as she dozed off in the passenger side.

: ̗̀➛ rafe chose a small beach on the island, one where they wouldn’t be bothered too much.

: ̗̀➛ putting his car in park, he peppered kisses over her face as she stirred awake.

: ̗̀➛ “birthday celebrations start now pretty girl, c’mon”

: ̗̀➛ he chuckled as she stumbled out of the car in a sleepy daze.

: ̗̀➛ early mornings were quite chilly in kildare, so she’d opted for a pair of his sweatpants and a hoodie over the top of her bikini.

: ̗̀➛ he held her hand graciously as she followed closely behind him, careful not to fall.

: ̗̀➛ she settled on top of a towel while rafe set everything up around them, leaving a few pieces in the car that they wouldn’t need until later.

: ̗̀➛ he’d even brought pillows, and while she adored his thoughtfulness, she dreaded having to get the sound out of them once they got home.

: ̗̀➛ finally situated, they cuddled on top of the towels and blankets, watching the stars as the waves crashed further down the beach.

: ̗̀➛ instead of watching the sunrise, he chose to watch her instead, his heart fluttering as the bright gleam reflected in her eyes.

: ̗̀➛ “what are you looking at?”

: ̗̀➛ “you”

: ̗̀➛ once the sun had claimed it’s spot in the sky, the heat began to settle over the outerbanks, resulting in y/n frantically removing her comfy clothes.

: ̗̀➛ “oh my god, too hot! too hot! m’gonna die”

: ̗̀➛ rafe eyed the pink bikini she’d chosen for the day, observing how it hugged and complimented her curves.

: ̗̀➛ “do you have a boner?”

: ̗̀➛ “angel, i always have a boner when im with you..”

: ̗̀➛ around eleven, the sun had reached its peak, provoking y/n to apply the sun cream rafe had brought.

: ̗̀➛ “here, let me do it princess”

: ̗̀➛ “rafe, im a big girl, i can do it myself”

: ̗̀➛ “shh, todays your special day, you’re not lifting a finger”

: ̗̀➛ y/n moaned slightly as rafe straddled her bum, massaging her back.

: ̗̀➛ “baby, if you don’t stop that im going to fuck you right here..”

: ̗̀➛ lots of beach sex.

: ̗̀➛ after a while of sunbathing and reading, the pair decided to go for a swim.

: ̗̀➛ y/n tied her hair back as she waded through the light waves, enjoying the warmth of the water.

: ̗̀➛ rafe dove in immediately, thrashing about like a child.

: ̗̀➛ y/n looked around, frantic, when rafe disappeared beneath the surface.

: ̗̀➛ shrieking as he suddenly pulled her under by her legs.

: ̗̀➛ “you’re an asshole, you know that right?”

: ̗̀➛ “yeah…but you love it”

: ̗̀➛ making out in the ocean was a must.

: ̗̀➛ “you know, there’s nobody here yet..” she whispered suggestively.

: ̗̀➛ rafe didn’t even need to respond, immediately pulling her bikini bottoms aside.

: ̗̀➛ they spent the whole day like that, in and out of the sea, sunbathing, reading, eating.

: ̗̀➛ by nightfall, they’d watch the sunset together, y/n inbetween rafe’s legs, resting against him.

: ̗̀➛ “i’ve had the best day, thank you rafe”

: ̗̀➛ “anything for you angel”

[softlymaximoff]

headcannons for mommy wanda na daddy nat 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

Mommy wanda and daddy nattybear 🧸

Oh my god okay so I loved writing this sm here we go (below the cut cause it’s long)

Contrary to popular belief, it’s wanda who wakes up first in the mornings. Something about the quiet of the morning bliss just makes her heart all warm and fuzzy. Most mornings she’ll pry you off her arm and gently roll you into Nattybears to not rouse your from the sweet dreams she’s fluttered in your tiny mind.

When you wake up you almost all the time find wanda missing and huff yourself out of your slumber to patter softly in the kitchen to find your Mommy whisking up either some oatmeal or pancakes or even her favourite treat for when you’ve been extra good, blueberry scones.

“Oh hello baby oat what are you doin up hmm? It’s supposed to be sleepy time little bear” She would say something along those lines most mornings and you couldn’t help but whine and hold your arms out for Mommy to hold you close for snuggles.

Natasha would walk in with just oversized tee and her scarlet witch boxers, you got them as a gift to her and over time they became her favourite pair groaning about how it’s too early to be up and she’s just snatch you out of Mommy’s arms to have her snuggles.

“Daddy’s grumpy again Mommy” you giggle and Nattybear just boops your nose. “Accusations already wow, well aren’t you just a Mommy’s girl” her voice all soft and warm. And then the three of you eat breakfast nothing really gets in your mouth but that’s okay mommy and daddy will fix you up

Natty lets you watch bluey all the time and Wanda grumbles at the amount of screen time but lets you watch anyway as long as you promise to have your naps and go to bed at bedtime. Wanda would sometimes make you angel milk to make you even sleepier and it always results you flopping over the iPad in a slumber.

Natty always carries you to bed and Wanda always changes you before. Only when you’re really really really teeny will you be all doe eyed and gurgling just wanting to have something in your mouth to sooth the smol-ness. Nattybear gives you her fingers and wanda gives her milkies if you’re feeling super tiny

Your favourite thing to do is colour and draw and make mosaics to show your mommy and daddy what a clever doll you are. Always asking Mommy to go outside and collect flowers to make a pretty nature picture. You love the bath and absolutely love the washable crayola markers they got for you so any chance you get you’re scribbling all over the tile-patterned wall.

Flower crowns. Wanda makes them. Natasha tried to learn but got frustrated when hers kept breaking so you learned from Mommy and taught Daddy to try and make them again. She never got the hang of it but watching you try and help her makes her heart melt.

Natasha loves to braid your hair so much. She always gets new ideas from her sister, Yelena and tries them on you and whenever you’re done you’re always having a mini-photoshoot for Daddy to send to Aunt Yelena to show off your new hair styles!

You love hearing both Mommy and Daddy sing you soft little lullabies in their native tongue and even tried to pronounce some words but they’re always shushing you saying “sweet doll trying so hard to be like her Mommy and Daddy, Angel it’s okey if you can’t they’re really big words” and they always manage make you feel warm and fuzzy no matter what they do or say. You always feel safe in their hold and their presence. They will always protect you at any cost <3

[mickcedesamgf1]

hold on (heaven is a place not too far away) – sebastian vettel

AN: hello to my eight followers :D justin bieber is apparently really popular with my work, because 'hold on' (amongst many others from the same album) are on the official playlist of my workplace, which is the same Every Day. so finally, after working for a Month, the song is stuck enough in my head to want me try write again after my last writing attempt was literally five years ago.

as a relatively new f1 girlie i hope you take my characterizations and interpretations of relationships with a grain of salt (or just directly see it as an au if that works better for you).

definitely not beta read & this is the first time ive written since 2017 & english is not my first language so pls bare with me CTFVZGBHUNJ

so much stupid blah from me again, sorry. anyway, here you have my take on a seb retirement fic because i will miss him sm lol

warnings: angst???? will make you miss seb?

Yes, starting his career in Formula One, Sebastian had known somewhere deep in his brain, that this path would not last as long as some others. Whereas his old schoolmates would work until their sixties, sports were cruel, fast-paced and demanding, resulting in insane amounts of physical and psychological strain that would eventually get too much to bear, too big of sacrifices to make.

But when you are young and starry-eyed, the idea and taste of success were your priorities, were what kept you going and what kept you challenge yourself to leave your comfort zone, pushing yourself to new limits and creating new boundaries. There is no time to worry about your future when all you could focus on are success, success and success. The goal of being successful is what drives you, makes you; success is the air that you breath – until one day, you wake up and realize that your tunnel vision focused on success made you ignore and neglect so much of what makes life actually worth living.

One day, you wake up and realize how much you're missing out on. How maybe, just maybe, your glory days are part of the past now and not something awaiting you in the future. And then you realize that it's all okay because at least you got to experience success and let yourself bathe in the feeling, that you should be grateful for what memories you hold and just... move on.

At 35 years old, Sebastian Vettel realizes he may have been all over the world but never really truly seen much of it due to the strict schedules and plans of the Formula One world. He realizes that while for success, not seeing his family was a price he paid diligently in the past, it does not mean that he wants to continue this way.

He realizes that while his past success had been, is and will always be part of his Formula One journey, it is a separate entity next to his love for Formula One and the people he has the pleasure of meeting through it.

So while Seb knows that the right thing to do is moving on from his hunger for more success on the grid, that he still has so much more to explore, he still knows that his love for Formula One and the connections to people that formed due to it are things he will definitely hold on to.

Daniel, Jenson and especially Lewis are part of a long journey of discovering who he is as a person – high highs, low lows and all the weird in-between phases that are part of Seb's past are also woven into the lives of these three men after more than a decade spent together, no matter how close they are at the moment. They had been there at some of the most crucial moments that still shape Seb to this day, and Seb wants to believe that this is the same for them.

Choosing to retire had been a hard decision to make, but Seb had known that the sport would be in good hands, regardless. Daniel and Lewis are still there and Jenson pops up more than just occasionally – Seb thinks that maybe he could get to love the life at the circuit but off the paddock, too.

Not to mention the future of racing – Charles and Mick, especially. Stepping out to give a young talent the same change he had been given years ago just feels like the right thing to do. Maybe the time he spends with them from now on will look a little different, but he will always be there for them regardless, cheering them on as they, too, get to enjoy the sweet taste of victory, a mixture of champagne, tears and sweat that Seb thinks he will miss but not crave anymore.

Yeah, for now, he may be moving on from the racing life – but he plans on holding on to the sport and the incredible people participating in it a little longer. For now, he plans on moving out of the limelight and show his friends the love they deserve to feel, show them the support he knows every winner needs. Because he knows that winning is only truly worth it when you have people you can share it with unconditionally, people who stick with you even when you hit the lows and lift you up regardless.

[tulsa-trash]

Goody Two Shoes

Dallas x Good!Girl Headcanons

WARNING(S): Swearing, NSFW Content

y'all loved that dally sm*t from yesterday so I had to give you thirsty b*tches some more content ;)

-Dal met you through Ponyboy. Pony had brought you over to the Curtis house when you two were put together for a school project.

-Half way through the project, Dal showed up along with some of the other gang members.

-All bets were off once his cold eyes met your wide, curious ones.

-He would casually flirt with you every time he would pass though the kitchen. (which was oddly quite a lot.) He would leave you completely flustered and looking like a tomato from all your blushing.

-Him knowing he could affect you like that boosted up his already h u g e ego.

-You and Pony became good friends, which resulted in you hanging out with him outside of school a lot more.

-Which also resulted in an excuse for you to see Dally more… and for him to flirt with you.

-”Well, if it isn’t my biggest fan!” He would teasingly greet you.

-”Oh shut it, Winston!”

-”D.amn, doll. I love it when you talk to me like that.”

-”Like what?”

-”When you attempt to be hostile towards me but it fails.”

-He was your first kiss, you went out with him and some of the guys to the Nightly Double and he decided to walk you home. He was teasing you about being a goody-two shoes, so you kept making comments on all the bad things he does along with girls he’s been with.

-”Psh, so what? I bet you ain’t ever even kissed a guy before so I don’t wanna hear it.”

-When you remained silent and he learned his suspicion was in fact true, he was dead set on kissing you. (and possibly getting a lil sum more bc he’s a perv)

-”No way, man. How is that even possible?” He asked you skeptically.

-You shrugged, “Never got the opportunity, I guess. Plus I don’t even know how.”

-”Lemme teach ya, then.”

-And with that he grabbed you and kissed you.

-You would purposely try to doll yourself up whenever you go by to hang out with Pone, knowing he would see you.

-”Who you gettin’ all dressed up for?”

-”Certainly not you, Dallas.”

-”Really? Mind tellin’ me who then? So I can put him six feet under.”

-Is honestly such a bad influence on you.

-The first time you smoked…

-”Dal, i’ve never smoked before… I’m scared.”

-”Scared? Jesus, kid. It ain’t gonna kill ya just take one hit off it.”

-First time you robbed something from a store…

-”Dally!? Why are you stuffing that in your jacket? Put it back!”

-”Just shush up and stick this pack of smokes in your bra.”

-First time you skipped school…

-”C’mon, babe. Come hang out with me today.”

-”Dal, I have a test today I can’t miss it.”

-”Screw that, man! You can make it up some other time. Lemme take ya out for a coke.”

-It was all Dallas’ influence lol

-Although you had somewhat of a good influence on him.

-The guys noticed he wouldn’t smoke as much when you were around, knowing that you didn’t like it.

-He would also try to think twice before he got into trouble, because the first time he went to jail while he was with you, you were hysterical.

-”How the hell could you do that to me!? I was worried to death!”

-”Jesus, baby. Calm down, alright? I’ll try to be more behaved.” He would joke.

-Definitely took your virginity.

-It was in his room at Buck’s one night when you snuck out to see him. One thing led to another and he had you naked, underneath him in his bed.

-You were trembling from both nerves and excitement as he was getting ready.

-As he slid himself inside you, you whimpered in pain. He thought you looked so perfect laying underneath him, completely vulnerable. It took him a lot of self control to not start railing you right there on the spot, he felt bad that he was hurting you.

-”Dal…”

-”What? Do you wanna stop or sum?”

-”N-No. Uhm… I’m just thinkin’.”

-He rolled his eyes, “About what?”

-”Are you still gonna like me after this?”

-He paused his movement and looked you in the eyes, which were swimming with all sorts of emotions that he himself couldn’t really comprehend. Your doe eyed gaze drove him wild.

-He leaned down and pressed a gently kiss to your forehead, which caught you way off guard because he was never one for sweet gestures.

-”Look, kid. I don’t think I could stop likin’ ya even if I tried.”

[devmimi]

wow u write so fast and so good???? 🤩🤩 i hope it's okay for me to request once again! if yes could i request ei with a fem reader who does figure skating and her coming to her competition to support her? ur also so nice!!!

thnk u omgomg !!! hehe i luv writing jus get idea stuck ^^ thank you sm n yes ofc !! rq as much as u want unless its on my hard no ill most likely write :)!

— EI X FIGURE SKATER READER

you had worked for months, no, years for this competition. it was no grand olympics but it was a big deal for you. backstage you prepared for your big moment. fourth in line to be skating was nerving. first, you could get it out of the way. and at the very back you could just run off to not be in the light for long. you had mentioned to your girlfriend you were doing this. she knows how important it is that you at least show your hard work off. she hummed at the mention, and nodded. it made you doubt if she would show up. being the raiden shogun was difficult.

as you stepped onto the stage you lifted your head and was met with ei's giant smile. the one she had no reason to show for so long but now she had the entire world to smile. your set went smoothly, you landed like a butterfly and thankfully today your spirals didn't make you sick.

afterwards you bowed, took your place backstage. not before taking another glance at her big smile. when everyone had completed their sets you ran out as quick as you could to meet with ei.

"you did so beautifully." she caressed your face and glided her thumb over your cheek. "you looked like a real angel." she kissed your forehead, then your lips, and then your cheek. "how did you do that? i never knew you were so talented." she had seen your practices but with the costume, music, and moves put together it was so much more than she ever knew about your sport.

you were almost brought to tears by the words, melting in her embrace. you heard your coach calling for you, peeling away and giving ei one last kiss before leaving to get the results and notes of your performance.

when you got home with ei you were both talking about it for the rest of the night. it sparked more of an interest with the sport. you watched videos, explained the process, and from then on she would always be by your side no matter how small or mundane you say the competition is.

[citrinafyre]

Put your playlist on shuffle and post the results!

Tagged by @moss-feratu thank you sm :D!!

The Great Pretender - Pain

DESTROYUSALL - 1 800 PAIN

Voices - Silent Descent

Parasitic - Psyclon Nine

Don't Phunk With My Heart - Black Eyed Peas

Dead Memories - Slipknot

Wind & Waves - September Sky

Kill The Lights - Birthday Massacre

Grey - Diablerie

Won't Put Me Out - Sumo Cyco

mostly rock/metal for this time, but i got all kinds of music lurkin in my everything playlist!!

Tagging: @lord-owlsnake , @gunaerystargarygun , @bog-witch-moira and anyone who'd like to!!

[ereri-lost-and-found]

hiii, i was wondering if you could help find a fic, whenever you get the chance? i don't remember much besides like levi is a hitman/assassin or something like that and he ends up looking after child!eren 🙇 ty sm for your time !

Are either of these fics the one you’re looking for?

Growing Up Mafia by proletaricat

(Rated T, 15,393 words, multichapter, ongoing)

Eren - orphaned at 6, foster child, and then (accidentally) found by Levi and adopted by Erwin. A story of Eren growing up and exploring the world around him, forming close relationships, learning about himself, and being surrounded by a new family and love. Character development, personality formation, and experiencing deep pain (and even deeper love).

Levi - bitter, conflicted, hurt, and awkward, finding the light (and eventually, the love) of his life, helping him to work through his past pain, bringing him into the present and giving him a future full of hope.

Erwin - gets to be a daddy!

A story of romance, drama, jealousy, danger, cuddling, and humor.

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The Rain by luukia

(Rated T, 3,494 words, multichapter, ongoing)

Levi is one of the most famous assassin in the underworld. Everyone knows him. Everyone fears him. He always finishes his job meticulously. But then one day Levi has made a mistake, resulting him to meet with a certain green eyed boy named Eren. One fateful meeting instantly change Levi's life forever.

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Humanity's Strongest Nanny by Yellow_Canna

(Rated G, 8,231 words, multichapter, ongoing)

If anyone were to tell Levi that he would find a full-time career in baby-sitting some rich bastard's spoiled brat a year ago, he would shove a rifle up their ass and pull the trigger.

DAMN IT HANJI!!

(The story of how humanity's strongest hitman became humanity's strongest nanny)

[Update to this story will be irregular. Please just treat each chapter as a one shot.]