#How can we prepare properly for the future?

[starryoak]

And what’s frustrating is that people respond to this by saying “well, things are still bad in real material ways now, that’s what I mean when I say peasants had it better!”

Well then just say that! You don’t have to invent an imagined past where things were perfect to just argue things should be better now. Just say that things should be better now! Because they should be!

But lying about the past does not make your point about the present stronger, it weakens it. Because to an outside listener, if you’re misinformed about one thing, who’s to say you aren’t misinformed about others?

girl help they're putting "modern people under capitalism work more than medieval peasants" posts on my dash again

[richarlotte]

How I got my life together.

Getting your life together, and I mean really getting it together, should be a priority of yours. You can’t miss out on your life by staying in a pattern of losing it all, pulling it together as quickly and as carelessly as you can, and then losing it all again because you weren’t ready enough or devoted the first time. I made a choice to pull my life together when I was 18, and I’ve stayed improving myself ever since; I bettered my mental health, fixed my body, changed my mindset, found an aesthetic and style that worked for me and that I loved, and have done my part to keep steadily improving my life and my mindset. If you are devoted to yourself and your life, you will do well and find that the path towards your future will become much clearer as time goes on.

Exercising.

You need to be exercising, bettering your body, and taking the time to nourish yourself and your health. This means eating whole meals and taking the time to cook and prepare them, considering removing heavily processed foods and alcohol from your day-to-day diet, and taking the time to do at home or in gym workouts. I do Move with Nicole videos in the morning, finish up with a quick yoga session, go to the gym in the evenings, and make sure that my body is being fueled by real foods and being properly hydrated throughout the day. You will live in the same body for the rest of your life; you need to make sure that you’re caring for it and nourishing it in ways that will let it support you for the rest of your life. You won’t regret a health journey, and you should actively be on one. 

Socializing.

Isolation will kill you, and if you already have anxiety, it will worsen it. You should be meeting people, getting to know them, leaving your comfort zone, and trying new things. Your late teens and early twenties are all about taking the time to know people, making and losing friends, and figuring out the sorts of people you want to have in your life forever. You have to socialize, go to social events, join clubs and different activities, and get out of the house. I’m a person who believes in spending time around and loving other people, and that has saved my life. If you aren’t sure how to socialize, don’t have friends, or aren’t sure of what you like, now’s the time to learn how. You don’t become good at meeting people in one day; it takes time and failure, but the more you do to leave your comfort zone, the easier it will become as time moves along.

Studying.

I believe that life is meant for learning. It’s important to always be learning, to always be bettering yourself, and to always be keeping your mind busy. While I strongly believe that every woman should have a university education and a degree, I understand that it’s not always feasible. If it’s not possible for you to get a degree, you have to learn a trade, a skill, a language, or find something to occupy your mind so that it’s not idle. It’s important to always be doing something, and it’s important that you’re pursuing a passion; life isn’t much if you’re not passionate about what you’re doing, so you have to find them and do more with them. Education can come from work experience; it can come from pursuing projects, cultivating wisdom, and spending your time nourishing your mind and reading books. Life is a learning experience, and you should be in constant pursuit of educational excellence. 

Seeing More.

Life is about seeing more and seeing things you’ve never experienced. If you’ve always wanted to watch a tennis match, step into the ocean, or see the sights in a new city, now’s the time to start making plans to do those things. We all deserve to see and experience beautiful things, so it’s important that we find the time to do so. If I hadn’t made the time to find beauty in the mundane, I wouldn’t have made it far. You don’t have to spend money pursuing beauty; I find the most beauty I’ve seen in my life is found on short walks and time spent around my city. You should spend your time both looking for beauty and becoming beautiful too.

Doing More.

Doing more is next. I’ve spent my life trying new things, failing, succeeding, having a good time, and learning about what I enjoy. You should be doing more; your twenties are for moving away, visiting new cities, trying new foods, working jobs you hate and finding jobs you love, going to new restaurants and getting into new relationships, and doing more with yourself. All of the greatest women I’ve ever known have told me that they spent next to no time resting in their twenties because they had so much life to live. I’d encourage you to do things without holding yourself back, and if you don’t know what to do with yourself, find things to do. You can't waste your youth being idle; now is the time to get out of your room, see the world and what it has to offer, and do more with yourself and your gifts.

Richarlotte x

[plokoonweek]

Plo Koon week interest check

Koh-to-yah!

We noticed that people were interested in organizing Plo Koon week (probably first in history). Before we will start setting everything up, we need to see how many people would be interested (whether it is active participating or just watching what other folks made).

Here is a link to short poll (the form will be closed on the next Sunday, May 18)th:

When voting for the time of the event, please keep in mind that possible participants will need time to prepare their works. People can be also busy IRL, and we don't want anyone to do something in rush. We didn't include June, because it might be too early.

@swfandomevents for signal boost

If Plo Koon week will ever happen, here are some first rules and info. (below)

Rules:

Every content must be related to Plo Koon. Art, fanfiction, moodboards, video edits, e.t.c is allowed. The more Plo content, the better!

Plo Koon should be the main character in your work or have an important role. He shouldn't be reduced to only mentions nor background.

Every ship is allowed, including Plo Koon x OC, x reader. We are not going to judge anyone and we want this event to be a safe place. Hate towards participants and ship bashing will be banned. Please tag your works properly, so everyone will be able to find something they like!

Both NSFW and SFW is allowed. However you have to tag your NSFW works

Again, tags, tags, tags! They're your friends! Use them, tag stuff that other people may not be interested in or feel uncomfortable (like gore, torture, kinks, x reader, first POV, vomit, e.t.c)

There is no minimum word count, so even drabbles are okay to post!

No AI content. Every work has to be made by human, not machine.

Mention the event blog, so your work will be able to be reblogged! You can as well use the tag #Plo Koon week, #Plo Koon week 2025 before posting.

Reposting older works is allowed. Do you have a favorite fanfic or fanart? Tag the event blog, so we will be able to reblog it!

Be kind! The purpose of this event is to appreciate Plo Koon, not start ship wars or hate each other.

Prompts:

If the interest-check results will be satisfying, then we will open prompt submission.

After prompt submission will be over, we are going to create another poll, this time to let everyone choose which prompts are the best.

The prompts with the most votes are going to be included in the event.

Depending on the results of the first poll, each day will have one, two or three prompts

Day 7 will be free! If you didn't like any of the prompts, you're more than welcome to create something based on your own ideas! Be creative and share your work with others!

Date:

The event will last seven (7) days

The date of the event is not decided yet.

Host: @bart1607

[urlranpo]

Boyfriend Sigma | Bungo Stray Dogs

oh boy here we go with the scrunkly

The moment you show him any kind of kindness that's unconditional, Sigma latches to you like his life depends on it.

There's uncertainty when you first meet. He'll treat you like you're just another one of his patrons.

He's not entirely sure what it's like to love someone, but he's sure it must be the feeling he feels when he's around you.

It takes some time for Sigma to get used to the feeling of being with you, so please be patient and understanding. In due time, he'll know how to love you properly (not that he wasn't doing it right before, he just has a better sense of it now).

In front of his customers and employees, he treats you almost the same as any of his staff at the casino. Almost, though. He may act professional and keep himself at a distance from you, but that doesn't mean he's going to pretend that you're not his partner. He loves you dearly and would never make you feel that way.

Occasionally, there's a touch here and there on your waist or shoulder, reminding you that he's there with you. Or he may call you the sweetest pet names when requesting something of you.

It's not like his patrons or staff don't know you're together, so he's not going to pretend. Besides, some of them think it's real sweet and lowkey gush about you both when you're not around.

Behind closed doors, though, he's the clingiest man you've ever met. As soon as the two of you are comfortably back into your shared room, he immediately plops himself against you. He melts into your touch and deeply sighs as he takes you all in.

There's nothing he loves more than your touch, so it's almost relieving when he's finally able to be close to you again. He wants nothing more than to stay in bed snuggled up to you for the rest of the night.

Sigma will pass away on the spot if you leave him kisses all over his face and top his head. He finds it very endearing.

There will only be the very best for his lover. When it comes to dates, he likes to go all out and treats you to a lovely dinner prepared by his chefs from his casino's 5 star restaurant. Seeing you all dressed up makes him swoon. You're just so unbelievably beautiful in his eyes.

If you're wanting for something more casual, he can do that too. Though, he would prefer it if it was private still. A night in your shared home while you're both cuddled up and eating a home cooked meal, will do as well.

There isn't a single member of his security detail that doesn't know who you are. When it comes to you, Sigma takes your safety very seriously. He wouldn't know what to do with himself if anything bad happened to you.

Arguments or disagreements are very rare between you. Sigma will always try to work with you and listen to your needs and concerns. He would hate to see you upset with him.

But sometimes his instance to immediately fix things becomes too much, especially when all you need is a breather away from each other to collect your thoughts.

So if you're still upset with him, he'll become very tense and worried. But he will respect that you need some time to cool off, and with this time he'll think up of ways to make it up to you and tell you that he really is sorry.

Sigma deeply loves you, and he wants to talk things out. He would be heartbroken and a little empty if something ever happened between you both.

Smut Below

baby boi

super mega virgin, which is wild because he used to have women throw themselves at him since he's the boss of the casino

That kind of intimacy was only reserved for his future partner. Besides. he never really thought about it anyways. Sex was always something far from his mind.

But once he developed feelings for you and started dating you, all that was thrown out the window lol.

In the beginning, he's easily flustered and he's not sure what he's doing. So, he'll need some guidance and patience.

With time, he'll get the hang of it and give you exactly what you need.

Sometimes he thinks about you, especially when you're away. And the more he thinks, the more he imagines various things about you. He wonders about how you're doing, maybe what you're wearing too. Is it the cute underwear with the black bow on them? Do you miss him too? Because he misses you and he'll happily show you how much

Sigh, he's horny now

Sigma isn't very dominant but would be willing to take the lead if you're not comfortable. He's very soft and gentle with you. There's never going to be a time when the two of you have sex and it feels anything other than absolute adoration and love.

Oral king

He absolutely loves to devour you. Having a rough day? He'll drop to his knees in a moment's notice and make sure you forget all your troubles.

Can't explain, he just loves going down on you and making a mess.

[dragon-kazansky]

Bridgerton shade of blue

Benedict Bridgerton x Female Reader

Benedict bumps into you, quite literally, at a ball while trying to escape his mother's attempts to find him a partner. You decide to humour him with a dance, not realising just how entwined you would become with him. It seems the universe will find every excuse to push you and Benedict together, no matter how much you fight it.

{Masterlist}

{Previous Chapter} - {Next Chapter}

Warnings: Sexual themes at the Granville studio. Nothing explicit.

Season one

Chapter Eleven - Ruse to ruse

♡♡♡

Colin had brought you here, so he saw to it that he saw you home, though Benedict was a little reluctant. He kind of wanted to do it himself, but there wasn't time to argue and dawdle.

Anthony and Benedict would see Daphne home, Colin would take you, and Simon would need to go home and prepare himself for his future with Daphne.

Colin was good at riding. He handled the horse with perfection. You were home before your mother was even properly awake. He helped you off the horse, and you thanked him quickly, going around the back of the house knowing the servants would be up already.

Colin rode away before he was seen.

You dodged some maids as you returned to your room and quickly dressed down to make it look like you had been in bed the entire time.

You were lucky to get back when you did. A mere ten or fifteen minutes passed before your maid came into the room to wake you. You stretched and rose from the bed, relying on your acting to fool the poor girl into believing you hadn't been awake since before dawn.

She seems none the wiser as she tells you breakfast will be ready shortly and that your mother was awake.

Once you're up and dressed, you can act naturally. Everything that happens now is just the course of things. Daphne and Simon shall marry, she'll become a duchess, and Violet can set her sights on her next daughter, Eloise.

You enter the dining hall and see your mother already there, starting her breakfast. You join her with a smile.

"Good morning, dear."

"Good morning."

She seems none the wiser as to what you had been doing earlier that morning. For that, you are thankful. You tuck into your breakfast and pretend nothing had happened.

You've barely eaten when the butler comes in and announces you have a guest. You glance up at your mother with confusion. However, she looks thrilled.

"A caller?"

You don't even get to answer before she's up and heading toward the door to see who it was. You stand, too. Your mother returns moments later being followed by Benedict.

You look at him in confusion this time.

"Mr. Bridgerton, how delighted we are for your visit," your mother coos.

"An innocent visit, I assure you," he replies.

Your mother looks at you and tilts her head in his direction.

"What brings you to our door?" You ask, looking at Benedict.

"I thought I'd share the news. Daphne is engaged to the duke. She told mother this morning." He speaks slightly strained. Of course you already knew this information.

"How wonderful!" Your mother cheers.

"Yes. Very. Is she happy?" You ask, playing along.

"I'm sure they both will be." You catch the change of tone in his voice.

Silence settles between you both.

"Don't mind me," your mother says, returning to her seat at the table.

You sigh softly and turn to Benedict. "I'll show you out."

Your mother calls your name and then says, "so soon?"

"I'm sure Mr. Bridgerton was just delivering the good news in person. After all, they are my friends, mother."

You didn't give her time to answer before leading him out of the dining room. Benedict followed you to the door.

"What are you doing here?" You ask.

"I had to make sure you got home alright," he says softly.

"Colin brought me home."

"I know..."

You sigh softly and look up at him. "How is your mother coping?"

"She is pleased Daphne is marrying the duke. However, it would seem that Cressida Cowper may have seen them in the garden that night." He explains.

"Oh dear..."

"I'm sure all will be well, but we must keep our wits about us for now."

"Then why did you come here?"

"I told you. To make sure you got home."

"Do you not trust your brother?" You ask.

"Of course I do," he replies quickly. "I just wanted to see you."

You smile and then chuckle. "You worry too much. You should go home and be there for Daphne. She will need all the support she can get right now."

He sighs softly and nods. Benedict does leave immediately. He just looks at you. You're unable to read the expression on his face as you stare back at him in confusion.

He soon snaps out of his daze and takes his leave. You watch him go.

When you return to the dining room, your mother looks at you. "Why did you show him out so soon?"

"Mother..."

"He could have come with good intentions."

"He just came to tell me of Daphne's news," you say, sitting down once again.

"He may want to court you."

"Mother, I can assure you that my future husband will not be a Bridgerton. That will never happen."

Your mother grumbles. "You never know."

You look down into your tea cup and see your reflection in the hot liquid. "No, mother. I do know."

♡♡♡

Daphne was to be married within the week, so you hear from her when you visit her family the day after the duel.

Violet was all a buzz with the news, truly believing her daughter was marrying for love, but everything you looked to the eldest Bridgerton daughter, you could only see the anxiety on her face.

Poor Violet would never know what really happened.

Eloise excused herself from all things wedding related, so you accompanied where you could. Daphne was grateful to have a hand to hold when her emotions became too much sometimes.

When she was fitted for her wedding dress, you held her hand. When her mother went through gloves and veils, you were stood there beside her, your arm hooked with hers. When they discussed nightdresses, you stood beside her and kept her company.

Daphne was glad you were there. She surely would have lost her patience had you not been.

When you returned to their home later that day only to find out from Anthony, the special license had been denied, Daphne reached for your hand again.

The conversation was cut short when Violet entered the room to greet Lady Danbury.

"Now, this is far too grim a mood for the celebration I was counting on," Lady Danbury said, looking at everyone. "What on earth is the matter?"

"Anthony?" Violet looks at her son.

"We have been denied our request for a special license," he tells them.

"What?"

"The archbishop did not see a need." The duke added.

"It is not the archbishop," Lady Danbury says. "It is the queen. Perhaps she has taken your rejection of her nephew to heart, or perhaps she is simply bored. Either way, it does not bode well for your daughter's social future, nor any of the Bridgertons for that matter."

You feel Daphne squeeze your hand.

"Surely we must be able to do something?" Violet asks.

"Give her what she wants. Attention. Appear before her yourselves and make a personal appeal. But she will not respond to begging, and she can sniff out even the faintest whiff of insincerity, so do not lay it on thick. Tell her you are in love, plain and simple and true."

Daphne and Simon look at each other. Daphne looks like she could cry.

"You can do that, can you not?" Lady Danbury asks them.

Daphne nods her head. Then Simon gives one firm nod also.

"Good. Now, where is the dinner I was promised?"

Violet chuckles and leads the way.

You let go of Daphne's hand and follow her mother. Anthony accompanies you, and the happy couple follow.

♡♡♡

Benedict returns to the studio of Mr. Granville. He has chosen to sit out dinner with his family, not knowing you were there.

Henry answers the door.

"Bridgerton! I am so glad you came."

"I dare not miss it," Benedict answered.

"Please, come in."

The two of them head inside.

"Make yourself at home. I would show you around, but host duty calls." Henry smiles and walks on ahead.

The studio is much more lively tonight. There are people everywhere. Benedict walks down the hall a little bit and peers into one of the open doorways. The room is full of pretty women dressed in as little possible dancing around. He keeps on walking and peers into another room. There are people sketching in this one.

"What are you doing here?"

Benedict turns around to find a woman looking at him.

"Apologies. Have we met?" He asks.

"We need not to have met," she says. "You are a Bridgerton, yes?"

Benedict, of course, would not recognise the seamstress.

"I see my reputation precedes me."

"Not exactly a virtue."

"Anything that gets me your attention is a good thing, I rather think."

"You should go, home to your brother, perhaps."

Benedict scoffs. "But I'm receiving far too warm a welcome here."

They later find themselves on the stairs enjoying each other. His lips on her neck and collarbone as his large, warm hands explore every curve of her body.

She takes his hand and leads him down the stairs and through the crowds. He hurries forward to find them a room, opening a door only to find Henry Granville and another gentleman enjoying each other up against the wall.

Henry's eyes land on Benedict as he stands there, watching them. Slowly, Benedict steps out of the room, closing the door behind him.

"Bridgerton," Genevieve whispers.

She's sat with a young woman nearby. She uses her finger to gesture him over. He walks over immediately, sitting between them and kissing the young lady. He then turns and kisses Genevieve, too.

He enjoys his evening with the pair of them.

It was safe to say, this man had no intention of settling down any time soon.

♡♡♡

The dinner passes by rather quietly. There is a slight tension between Simon and Daphne. Violet and Lady Danbury carry most of the conversation, and you join in when possible.

The only other Bridgerton's at the table were Anthony and Eloise, though the latter made it clear she would rather be anywhere else.

You find yourself a little disappointed at the lack of Benedict. Anthony just told you his brother had gone out. He knew not where. You didn't bother digging if he didn't know.

"What about you? Are there any prospects this season for you?" Lady Danbury asks, gesturing to you with her wine glass.

You look uo and find yourself a little stunned at the question. "Oh, um. I had some callers. Though not many. Very few came back a second time." You look down at your dinner.

"Worry not. You're still young. Your time to shine will come," she winks at you.

Violet looks at Anthony, who furrows his brow at her. When she nods her head at you, he shakes his head with wide eyes. Violet gives him a firmer look.

You look up, and she quickly smiles at you.

Anthony sighs and turns his head toward you. He keeps his voice low. "Whatever my mother says, do not buy into it."

"Hm?" You look at him with confusion.

"Anthony," Violet calls. Both of you look up at her. "Why not keep her company tomorrow?"

"Mother..."

"It would surely make her happy." Violet smiles brightly.

"Lady Bridgerton, there is no need," you try and steer her away from setting her up with one of her sons.

"I'm sure he won't mind."

"You're busy, no?" You ask quickly, turning to the young Viscount. "You mentioned some ledgers or something."

Anthony nods quickly. "Yes. Exactly. Those ledgers."

Violet sinks in her seat a little. Disappointed in her son. She can't help thinking you'd make a wonderful daughter-in-law. You would suit the Bridgerton name quite well, she is certain.

When dinner is over, Simon is very quick to leave. He speaks very little to Daphne as he exits the house.

Anthony sees you out.

"Shame Benedict wasn't present," you say absentmindedly.

"You seem rather close to my brother."

"We are friends. Fret not." You smile at him.

"I have no idea where he wanders off to so late at night. Nor do I care to ask."

"What you men do in your free time is your own business," you say.

"What could you possibly know what men get up to?" He asks, looking at you.

You just give him a sly smile, one Anthony simultaneously hates and loves. You're a cheeky one.

"Goodnight, Mr. Bridgerton."

"Goodnight."

He waits until you're in the carriage and then heads back inside his house. He walks starlight past his mother, who is gearing up to talk him into courting you, he is sure.

Violet watches him disappear upstairs.

♡♡♡

The next day, Daphne and Simon appear before the queen. You know not what is said in that room, but you are to gather later that Simon Basset made the most romantic speech known to man.

He declared his love Daphne in front of everyone in that room.

The queen gave them her blessing.

It worked.

♡♡♡

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[koveragewithkiera]

“Witchy” Pt. 1

Modern AU: Smoke x Annie

I ended up making this into a two-parter because it was getting lengthy lol. But the second part will be out soon, and I really hope you guys enjoy this first part! I added the songs that are playing just in case anyone would like to have them for the experience! :)

WC: 2.9k

Characters: Smoke, Annie, Dee (OC), Stack, Bo, Grace, and Pearline

Enjoy! :)

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“Please please please please please please please please-“

Smoke shut his laptop angrily, turning to glare at his pacing little sister. She’d been going back and forth for so long that her legs definitely should’ve given out by now. Then again, even her limbs could be stubborn as hell when they needed to be. He tried not to toss the laptop as he placed it down beside him, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. His teeth clenched as he’d finally had enough of her antics.

“Delilah!”

His sudden outburst startled her a little as she came to a stop. She gained her bearings swiftly with a victorious grin, crossing her arms with a barely hidden excitement in her tone. “You comin’?!”

“Dee,” Smoke sighed into his hands, brushing over his face before clasping them together. “There’s too much goin’ on right now. Hell, Stack shouldn’t even be goin’, I just don’t got the energy to stop him.”

Dee popped her hip sassily. “He’s goin’ ‘cause he cares about me. Unlike some people.”

Smoke’s head tilted annoyingly. “Dee, you know shit’s been hard lately. We got too many meetings this week with potential investors, and I still gotta get stuff prepared ‘fore Monday come.”

“You can do it tomorrow! Come on man, how’s one night gon’ kill ya? Besides…” Dee pulls out her biggest all-star pout, something she rarely uses unless things get dire. “It’s my three-week anniversary since opening night. I gotta to have y’all there with me.”

Smoke’s eyebrows quirk up. “Since when you celebrate weekly anniversaries?”

“UGH!” She groans heavily as her eyes roll. They meet Smoke’s steady gaze with even more determination than before. Her foot even starts tapping subconsciously. “You gon’ make me say it?”

Smoke’s eyes squint in slight worry, but he’s curious nonetheless. “Say what?”

Dee takes a deep breath. “When mama passed tryna bring me into this world-“

“Oh, Jesus.” Smoke’s groan is deep as his head falls back.

Dee continues through his interruption, her voice gaining in volume. “-She made sure that I would be able to do everythin’ she ain’t get the chance to do. That includes makin’ sure you and Elias grow into the amazin’ men she always wanted y’all to be. And just the other night, she spoke to me durin’ my prayers. Said that somethin’ big was comin’ up for you.”

Smoke’s tone became even more irritated. “What the hell that gotta do with tonight?”

Dee’s eyes widened as if that wasn’t a completely valid question. “Tonight could be a big opportunity for ya! You ain’t been gettin’ out there since y’all settled here, and it’s high time you hit the streets. Properly and respectfully, of course.”

Her older brother only continued to look at her as if she was batshit crazy. “You really tellin’ me that mama said my future wife gone be at Club Noir tonight?”

Dee shriveled a little, fidgeting her fingers together as she mumbled. “Not in those exact words…”

His patience was officially lost. “Why you lyin’ on mama name?”

Dee’s pleading tone made a reappearance. “I’m not! I swear it! Look, can you please just come? Bo flyin’ out, and you know he gon’ wanna see y’all while they in town. Please please please please please please-“

Smoke’s eye twitched once before he finally spoke with a deadpan expression. “Two hours. Only two.”

Dee gasped before doing a mini dance of happiness. “YES! Thank you thank you thank you thank you.” She ran behind the couch, wrapping her arms around his shoulders in a tight squeeze. He snickered lightly before giving her arms a small squeeze.

After a moment, she lets go of him with a light nudge to the noggin. “Although I don’t know why I’m thankin’ you. I managed to get fuckin’ Kaytranada to perform, and you actin’ like I gotta hold a gun to yo’ head for you to show up.”

Smoke simply rolls his eyes as he turns her way. “What time you want us there?”

Dee walks back around to grab her phone and tote bag from the coffee table. She’d rather leave now before he tries to change his mind. “No later than 10 since you givin’ me a time crunch. Doors open at 9, but he ain’t startin’ til ‘round that time. I’ll get y’all in through the back to avoid the foot traffic.”

Smoke’s head shakes as a sense of regret starts to creep over him. “I’m serious, Dee. I ain’t bouta be out all night.”

Dee damn near jogs to the front door, yelling the words over her shoulder as she texts her other brother the good news. “Okay okay, just make sure Stack dresses you! Need you on ya A-game!”

She throws him a quick wave before closing the door behind her, not giving him any time to rethink his decision. She even uses her spare key to lock up. Smoke rubs his eyes long and hard with his thumb and index finger, trying to mentally prepare for the long night ahead.

It was around 7PM when Stack finally got home, a pep in his step as he tried to hold the plastic bag in his hand steady. The contents of it were already clinking and clacking too much, and all hell would break loose if they somehow broke. He placed the bags on the kitchen counter before heading towards Smoke’s room, his fist knocking excitedly.

He’d nearly punched his older brother as the door opened; Smoke’s eyes widened funnily. “Nigga, I ain’t deaf. The fuck you poundin’ for?”

Stack sported his classic grin, walking past Smoke smoothly with a pat on the shoulder. “My fashion services have been requested, and I need all the time I can get.”

Smoke’s shoulders dropped immediately, already irritated with the long process that had yet to begin. For the next two hours, he begrudgingly and impatiently allowed Stack to check through almost every fucking article of clothing he could find in Smoke’s limited closet. On the seventeenth (yes, he kept count) combination, Smoke was officially over it. “Stack, I feel like a goddamn Ken doll.”

The younger brother chuckled with a satisfied shrug, “This one actually ain’t half-bad. Go check it.”

Smoke walked himself to the full-body mirror of his closet, checking over the fit himself. It was on the simpler side for the occasion: a mesh, short-sleeved black top paired with dark, loose blue jeans. Stack strongly advised him to also wear his oversized leather jacket. He couldn’t help but shed a small smile, and Stack let out a full belly laugh at the sight.

“Oh you fo’ sure gettin’ some tonight!”

Smoke’s glare didn’t do anything to shut him up, per usual.

They arrived at the club a bit late due to picking Bo up, but Dee was able to escort them in through the back as she promised. The doors had opened about an hour before, and bodies had been piled in steadily. There was still a pretty long line outside, though, and both the brothers made sure to congratulate Dee on her success. The entire place was filled with weed exhales, energetic movements, and darker red lighting. Occasionally, the overhead lights would flicker around the crowd, creating quite the trippy effect that Dee and Stack unnecessarily explained was for the “vibe". They were already good and tipsy. Smoke absolutely hated when they used that word.

By the time Kaytranada started his own music, Smoke was on the calm edge of inebriation for the first time in weeks. Stack rolled up for him before they left, and he was already on his second joint of the night. He tended to let his siblings do the drinking, laughing lightly as they both sang the lyrics into a half-filled bottle of Ciroc. Dee managed to get them and Bo on stage next to her, and their childhood friend was having just as much fun singing into his own bottle. Smoke decided around the half-hour mark that he’d let the night be and just try to enjoy it.

Annie wasn’t quite having as much luck. “Grace, are you sure we can get in? That line is insane, and I really can’t stay out too late.”

“Annie, please just relax.” Grace reached over the armrest to squeeze her friend's knee. “Dee already gave the people our names. She’s the owner, so I doubt they questioned her.”

Pearline leaned in between the driver's and passenger's seats. “Exactly, so please chill out. You makin’ me nervous just lookin’ at you.”

Annie took her umpteenth deep breath of the night, praying internally for peace and safety. She’d already heard about the new club in town, but she never had the time to come around here herself. With Grace visiting, she couldn’t find it in herself to say no when she asked her to go, and Pearline was more than excited to leave the house and her husband for an evening out (she would never say that, but Annie knew better).

Grace pulled into one of the parking spots in the back. Upon exiting the car, she and Pearline both checked their faces and hair in their windows. Annie, however, was more focused on her dress. Pearline had picked it out for her with inappropriate intentions. It was an intricately designed off-shoulder that dipped a bit lower than her own tastes. It stuck to her like white on rice, and Grace advised her to have her hair up in a ponytail under the guise of “not gettin’ too hot”. They may as well be trying to pimp her out. Once everyone was pleased with their appearances, they headed in.

They’d gotten there about an hour after the boys, but they were let in with ease once Grace told the backstage bouncer their names. A small, kind grin broke from his intimidating expression, and with a polite nod, they were inside. Grace led them into the area with the crowd, and a bright smile immediately crossed her lips when she’d seen Bo on stage. He was currently dancing alongside his friends to a song Annie immediately recognized as “Spit It Out”, and he truly looked to be having the time of his life.

“Come on, y’all! Let’s try to mix in a bit!” Grace screamed as best as she could over the music, but gave up shortly as she led them away from the stage. They made a spot for themselves, and Pearline and Grace didn’t waste time before flowing along with the energy of the room. Annie tried as well, but her eyes remained glued to the stage. Grace had spoken to her a bit about Bo’s friends, one of them being the very owner of the club and the others being a pair of twin brothers. Their appearances were absolutely indistinguishable, but their personalities were what separated them clearly. Both were dancing, but one was noticeably trying to fall a bit towards the back. That piqued her interest through pure curiosity alone.

He took a strong hit from the joint placed nicely between his fingers, releasing it slowly with his head falling back in complete ecstasy.

Annie’s legs nearly gave out at the very sight.

Grace never said anything about the twins looking like… that.

As the song reached its conclusion, Pearline grabbed Annie’s hand to yank her attention to them. If she noticed what she’d been looking at before, she didn’t say anything. Annie’s eyes did their damnedest to focus on her friends, but they couldn’t help but fall to the stage occasionally. Okay, a little more than occasionally. The twin that intrigued her was feeling the next song a bit more, rapping along smoothly with his brother and sister. He even engaged a bit in a dance with them, and while the scene should’ve just been cute, she couldn’t escape the thought of how good those jeans fit on him.

Smoke wasn’t sure when his high hit him as hard as it did, but his body felt looser and looser by the minute. The fans on the stage allowed him to keep his jacket on, but Dee kept trying to get him to shed it once Stack let his own arms out.

She shouted over the outro of the song, pulling him in to hear her better, “You are not using what the good Lord gave you, boy! Take it off!”

He couldn’t help the miniature laugh that escaped, pushing her lightly as he turned to see Bo check his phone. Bo’s eyes lit up as he read the notification and immediately searched through the crowd. Once he’d magically found his wife, he turned to his friends with a real toothy smile. “Grace is here y’all! I’ll see y’all later!”

Smoke was the only one who was able to hear him, and he patted his friend’s shoulder with a grin, “Gone ‘head! Tell her we said hey!”

He wasn’t sure why his eyes felt the need to follow Bo as he rushed off stage and parted his way through the crowd. They trailed him all the way until he reached Grace, watching as he picked her up with a big kiss. He smiled at the interaction, but it was quickly overshadowed as his eyes shifted over just a bit more, then froze instantly as the next song began.

If not for the “rave” lights, he wouldn’t have been able to make out much of the woman. It was as if his eyes filtered themselves purely onto her, straining and pushing themselves to see as much of her as he could. He felt someone suddenly nudge him, but their voice sounded completely muddled in his ears.

Throughout the night, the music enraptured Smoke in a way he hadn’t realized he needed. But now, something else was buzzing in the air, something below the surface of something he couldn’t comprehend. He couldn’t help but let the lyrics of the song sway through him, especially with this strange allure the woman was holding over him.

Who was she?

He felt as if he was on edge, and he almost fell over when her eyes found his. He noticed her lips curve a bit in a daring manner, her movements never faltering as she danced with her friend. Or at least, who he hoped was just a friend.

Once the chorus hit, his every nerve ending tingled in anticipation. The woman’s eyes never left him, her lips flowing with every word in a savory manner. It felt as if she was speaking to him, through him. As if they were able to speak to one another through the music.

Then, with the smallest tilt of the head, she beckoned him. And if there was one thing Smoke honored most in life, it was following a proper command.

His steps were meaningful, but the ground beneath him didn’t even feel the same. It was as if he was being pulled, his faded mind and heart controlling his every move. And for once, he allowed them to. By the time he’d reached her, her dancing halted a bit, as if she was waiting for him. She moved seamlessly, the smoke and lights floating beautifully around her as if they existed for that very reason.

She was inviting him, not lustfully, but carefully. When Smoke entered her space, the buzzing feeling of the air enhanced exponentially, shaking him deep within his core. He couldn’t help but tense up, but once the softness of her hands embraced his rougher ones, his body released an exhilarating exhale. Once she stepped into his arms, gently guiding his hands along her waist, a devastating warmth exploded within his chest and he… fuck, was he blushing?

The woman smiled teasingly at the tension behind his shoulders, her hands scrolling just underneath the thickness of his jacket before finding their way to the base of his neck. They were gentle, but not hesitant, and he could feel how very intentional she was through her movements. She led them into a natural rhythm, and Smoke’s brain turned into absolute mush.

His senses were overwhelmed. His eyes couldn’t leave hers, a trance he was scared to break. He wasn’t even sure he could break it. The heavy bass and enchanting melodies that surrounded them clogged every inhibition that coursed through his mind. The smell of smoke and bodies collided ruthlessly, but as she’d pulled him even closer, he noticed a hint of cherry accord and vanilla. Her chest brushed against his, not quite pressing, not yet, and the curves of her hips fit into his hands like they were made for him. And her lips, God, her lips. His eyes flickered for a sliver of a moment, and he realized he’s never needed to taste someone more. To see if she was as sweet as she smelled, as magnetic as the words she mouthed, as soft as her gentle fingers that grazed over him.

The bass grew heavier at the end, and the lights moved brightly along with the deep rhythm. He could see her more, her eyes as they held his, her teeth as they pinched along her bottom lip. Her chest heaving as his hands grew tighter.

The song transitioned as they continued their dance. Smoke’s hands were itching to pull her in even closer, but before he could, her friend from earlier broke through their bubble.

“Sorry sir, but this our song! Girl, come on!” The other woman snatched Smoke’s mystery woman without a second thought. He was only barely able to catch the mystery woman’s gaze as she parted from him (it looked apologetic, but he could just be telling himself that). He slowly pulled himself from his stupor, deciding that maybe a drink wouldn’t be the worst thing.

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As always, let me know what you guys think! I don’t think there’s a single first meeting or meet cute with these two that didn’t have Smoke absolutely entranced the second he saw Annie, and I thought this would be a really cool way of showing it with the club atmosphere and everything. Second part coming soon!

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[joshujihan23]

Tired, but still here

☆ pairing: seungkwan x reader

☆ genre: angst, lots of angst

☆ synopsis: everything was too overwhelming, and seungkwan, out of everyone was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

☆ word count: 1218

☆ author’s note: this happened to me. everything. and i just hope that no one else goes through this. if you want to talk, remember that there’s a community that will listen out for you.

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tough.

it has been so tough.

work was wrecking your head. balancing your studies along with it isn’t making things easier.

and the best part? seungkwan isn’t being very accepting of it either.

every, single time you tried to talk to him about how you were feeling, how you were struggling, you were always hit with his usual constructive criticism, and asking you “why?” and “how?” and what you should have done instead.

and you weren’t able to comprehend why he wad behaving this way. you appreciated the feedback, but all you really needed was some comfort, a shoulder you can cry on, and someone that pats your back reassuringly, telling you that everything is fine.

and today, you were at your limits.

you got your finals back today. all your friends got an A, while you, got a C. a pass is a pass, but you prepared so, so much for it. late night studies, after school tutoring sessions with your friends, and the concerning amount of coffee you drank over the span of these past few weeks just so you could stay awake for just a few more hours.

in the midst of celebration, your heart only wrench, making you go home way earlier than everyone else, since the rest of your friends went for a celebratory dinner.

well, to say you hated your friends that day was an understatement.

and the thing to make it worst was that, seungkwan was home today.

and seeming that he couldn’t sense your bad mood, he started rambling about the things you did this morning, the things that didn’t put him in the best mood.

“love, how many times did i tell you? you need to dry the dishes properly, if not the water droplets will stain the counter! and the laundry, i told you to start the washing before you leave, right? so that i can dry them. but you didn’t! you left without doing it, i had to-”

“kwan, can we talk about this later?” you asked, as politely as you could.

that only put seungkwan off, as he walked closer to you.

“talk about it later? no, we need to settle this now! if not you’re going to do it again. remember you need to-”

“please, i’m not in the correct mood to do this.” you pleaded, your shoulders slumped.

that seemed to push seungkwan off.

“god y/n, you can’t always push these matters aside! every time i talk to you about something, you push me away. and you always give me that pessimistic look and attitude. can’t you understand how frustrating it is?” he snapped, which seemed to be the final straw for you.

“you’re talking about me? can’t you just care for once? god, when the times i just need your company, your comfort, you would constantly find things to nag about! i’m tired. i’m so tired, seungkwan-ah.” you replied, raising your voice slightly.

that’s when he noticed your puffy eyes, the same eyes he always see after you had a long day. the dried tears on your cheeks. the hands, that he loves so much, trembling. and the frown on your face, both in anger, and defeat.

“i don’t understand, i do care, i care-”

“by telling me what i should and shouldn’t do. by pointing out what i did wrong again and again. basically by making me feel like i’m the most terrible person on this planet. well, maybe i am! maybe i’m just that horrible.” you snapped, the tears, that you tried so hard to keep, finally bursting out of your eyes.

seungkwan was speechless. he didn’t know what to say. all this time, he thought he was doing the right thing. advising you, helping you out by telling you what you should do in future situations. but in fact, it was all hurting you?

there was a still silence, suffocating and filled with tension. seungkwan stayed still, unsure of what to do. he wanted to embrace you tightly, tel you he’s sorry and comfort you. but he was afraid. he was so afraid that one screw up could potentially ruin everything.

he took the chance. now or never.

he walked one step forward, while your head hung low, your fist clenching tightly to control yourself. he could almost read your mind. your body language, the soft sniffles, it was as if you’re trying to convince yourself to stop crying.

and he isn’t having any of it.

before you could say or do anything, he wrapped his arms tightly around you, so tightly that you couldn’t find a way to escape him. you tried to wiggle out, but you were just so exhausted, that you just stood there, your face buried into his shoulder, the tear drops falling onto his navy shirt.

he remained silence, trying to find the correct words, the correct actions for you, so that you won’t be provoked even more. he let out a shaky breath.

“you’re not horrible. you’re never horrible.” he began, his hand caressing the small of your back.

you opened your mouth to say something, but a soft sob escaped instead, silencing your thoughts.

“i know i’m not in the correct position to comfort you, after everything i did. but i got so worked up with my own thoughts, i’ve neglected you. i’ve neglected the person that means the most to me. and i didn’t even realised. until this moment.”

he let out a soft, yet sad chuckle. he pulled away gently, cupping your cheeks with both his hands, making your pearly eyes gaze at his.

“the horrible one should be me, shouldn’t it?” he whispered, which made the cracks in your heart break even more.

he placed his forehead against yours, swaying your body gently, while trying to compose himself.

“i know sorry won’t do much now, but i just want you to know, i know it is too late for me to amend everything that i have done. but i can assure you, i’ll improve from here. i’ve been so neglectful of your feelings and thoughts, and haven’t given you a break. but i promise that i will do better. i’ll listen out more. i promise. i really do.” he assured, his eyes both determined and desperate.

his hands held onto your cheeks tightly, you could feel his body shaking from desperation, and his eyes? it speaks a thousand words.

he isn’t doing this because he needed to. he is doing this to reassure you. to convince you. and that was what you needed.

when you caught your breath, you spoke in a shaky voice. “i need to see it, kwan-ah. words won’t cut it out.”

he nodded understandingly, his hands moving around you again, pulling you against him.

“i will show it. i will show the world how much you mean to me, and the length i’ll go to make you happy.” he announced, gazing at you with a hopeful expression.

you nodded, and for the first time, the corners of your lips curled up slightly.

“that’s all i needed to hear.” you replied, your hands wrapping around his torso.

seungkwan cheered silently, joyous and grateful that he had this moment, this chance, this opportunity to prove everything to you.

and that is, to put you first above everything else.

[foone]

It's a time gun. A gun that shoots time. Not a gun to shoot time, that's a terrible idea. Time is messed up enough as it is without some fool shooting holes in it.

No, it shoots bullets of concentrated time. How much depends on the caliber. This gun is chambered for 24 hours. (Although the weird thing is that despite anti-time definitely existing, this gun has no anti-version: there's no anti-gun of time. Instead you just load the gun of time with anti-time bullets.)

So what's it do? Well, you know the saying that time is a river? Well, rivers have splits and tributaries, where some of the stream is split off and eventually catches up with the main body.

This shoves you off into one of those, as you're given more time than the general world has. You get some time that no one else has, until you resynchronize. You're in a frozen world of no time, with only you and any other simultaneously desynchronized people able to move and interact.

This may seem powerful and useful for those hit by time bullets, but it's less useful than you'd think. Your ability to interact with the world is quite limited. And the length of the time you have is critical: 24 hours is a good amount because it's quite survivable, any longer and you're likely to die of thirst or hunger. You can't eat atemporal food or drink atemporal water. Some nasty chronomancers have been known to build time guns of months or years, meaning their victims are instantly replaced with a shriveled corpse, knowing it wasn't a quick death, but a slow and painful one in a lonely world of unfeeling statues where the sun never sets.

You can still breathe, though. That one is... Well, if you can figure out why, there's a prize from the University of Towers for you. Since the existence of the temporal aether was disproven we really have no idea why that happens.

Still, a short trip into personal time can be safe and useful, if properly prepared. Pack provisions and books and writing implements and take it in short jumps, and you can get weeks worth of writing or studying done in a single night.

Anti-time bullets are simpler, at least simpler to explain. They similarly desynchronize your personal time stream, but it results in you Not Being until the timelines align. From your perspective, that happens instantly, with a moment of the standard temporal nausea. For everyone else, you're just gone until you can make up the missing time. So it functions very much like a time jump forward. A 24-hour bullet of anti-time brings you to this time tomorrow, with no time having passed for you, due to your temporal deficit.

It seems safer, at first glance. No risk of starvation, no isolation, just a blink and it's later.

But there's always the problem of telefragging. The universe doesn't like when two things occupy the same space, and while you're gone, your former and future location are accessible. There may be nothing but air there when you return, or there may be a wagon, a person, or a rock. And the results when you return are not pretty, or even explosive.

It's been experimentally verified* by chronomancers that the end result depends on how much of the returning being overlaps with the existing matter. Less than half, and they merge, in ways that are gruesome and almost always fatal. At best, you might lose a limb or a digit due to the overlap. At worst, you're dead instantly and your body is now merged with some other object in ways that will make the funeral closed-casket, and the casket will be an unusual shape.

More than half... Well, the universe REALLY doesn't like it when matter overlaps with other matter. It explodes, violently. Very violently. One chronomancer even suggested this might be used as a weapon of war, by building a siege engine that collides a large animal like a ocean-whale with a large block of limestone, utilizing a short anti-time trip to overlap them. This idea was shot down immediately, as was the chronomancer who suggested it. She'll be officially censured when she reappears, around 28 years from now.

* the tests were performed on standard laboratory voles**, not human (or other sapient) test subjects. All experiments were done with ethics board approval and whenever possible, time loops were employed to unperform any experiments that resulted in the death of test subjects.

** rats, often used elsewhere in science, can't be used here as their natural temporal abilities interfere with the experiment. See "there is only one rat", V. Tollens, U. of T. Journal of Time, TE 436.

[hellhazbinstuck]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do some angst with the hazbin hotel characters? Like we get into an argument and they yell and notice we went silent, looking as if we were gonna break down into tears, IM SORRY I JUST LIVE FOR ANGST AHHH

Hazbin Hotel characters making their S/O cry

Alastor

He was preparing for tomorrow night's broadcast when he heard the door open.

He had been working on his radio broadcast and hotel things for the whole day. He was under so much stress and took it out on you.

"Darling, you know I've been in here all day. Is it that difficult to knock?! You know these things are important! Why must you interrupt me?!"

He didn't get an answer. You just slammed the door and ran out.

He felt terrible as soon as he saw sadness in your eyes.

He ran after you and hugged you, rubbing circles on your back and telling you how sorry he was.

Lucifer

He was very pissed at how much Alastor and Charlie got along.

He was working on his rubber ducks, not hearing you walk in.

He didn't know you were in the room until you hugged him from behind.

"What? What is it now?!" He shouted, dropping his rubber duck to the floor.

"Could you leave me alone for five minutes when you know I'm busy?!"

"Wow, fuck you!" You said before slamming the door and using your powers to get to the hotel.

Alastor opened the door to see you crying and brought you to the couch, giving you a hug.

You barely got the chance to finish telling Alastor what happened before Lucifer ran to you, crying and apologizing.

You were able to talk things out and agreed to be more open about feelings.

Sir Pentious

Pentious was working on a new invention. But, since he was trying to get redeemed, it couldn't be for evil.

He was trying to build things to help with the hotel. Right now, he was making something to lift Niffty up around the hotel.

You were trying to help while also keeping the egg bois under control, not realizing you were distracting him.

"Will you please stop already! You're supposed to be watching them, but you're just as annoying!!"

You had tears in your eyes as soon as you turned around.

"Fine!" You yelled before running off.

"That wasn't very nice, boss. You should apologize."

When Pentious saw you, you were sitting on the couch by the TV with Charlie hugging you.

"Y/N, may I speak with you? I would like to apologize."

You silently nodded, standing up next to him.

"I'm sorry, my dearest, can you ever forgive me?"

"As long as you promise to tell me what's wrong and how to properly help in the future."

He pulled you into a hug and wrapped his tail around you.

Husker

The bar was open way later than usual because Charlie decided to have an open house for the hotel.

Free drinks were pretty much a necessity when you're trying to lure in sinners.

Husk seemed fine/ his usual brand of grumpy.... Until he saw you talking and laughing with some guy and pulled you into an empty hallway.

"What the fuck was that? Did you really think I would be too busy to see you flirting like a whore?"

Even with tears in your eyes, you could tell he's been drinking vodka straight.

You pushed him away from you.

"That's my cousin, you asshole! He was asking me about the hotel."

You ran away, going right to the room you shared with Husk and trying to go to sleep.

Husk spent the rest of the party drinking water and eating a few snacks to fight the future hangover.

When you woke up, Husk had his wings and arms wrapped around you. He didn't even bother trying to sleep.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I was such an idiot and I hurt the best person who's ever been in my life. I freaked out about seeing you with someone else..... because I know I don't deserve you, and I don't want to lose you."

He was crying into your shoulder, and you pulled him into a hug.

"You couldn't lose me if you wanted to. Just remember, I love you more than anything, and I'd rather die again than lose you.

(A/N : This sucks ass and I'm sorry this took me so long. I hope you like it, though. )

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[reverie-starlight]

happy birthday miya twins!!!!

here’s an atsumu fic to celebrate and also to make up for the fact only osamu got one last year :3

gn!reader, no physical descriptions. very very very very soft because of course it is. also a bit suggestive at the start. not edited, it’s like 1 am :D

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you’ve had a busy morning.

atsumu’s birthday just so happened to fall on a saturday this year, meaning you get him all to yourself for the first few hours.

you’ve been up since six, finalizing some top secret plans with your friend over the phone and decorating the living room with tons of streamers and a few balloons.

it’s a miracle you were even able to get out of bed- usually atsumu’s got his arms wrapped around you with the same amount of strength a child grips their favourite teddy with, but you managed to escape.

now that it’s nearly eight o’clock and all the preparations are done, you quickly make your way back to the bedroom and slip under the covers so you can be his wake up call.

pressing kisses against his bare chest has always been the easiest way to pull him out of his dreams, and today is no exception. atsumu stirs a bit and slowly opens his eyes, smiling slightly when he realizes what’s going on.

“happy birthday, lover boy,” you murmur right against his heart.

his hand finds the back of your head with one hand and scratches at your scalp while he rubs sleep from his eyes with the other. “thanks, baby.”

you move up a bit so that you’re now hovering over him, face to face. “sleep well?”

he yawns and rests his arms around your waist. “mhm, ‘cause I dreamt about ya.”

you smile down at him and mindlessly stroke your knuckles over either side of his jaw. he’s infuriatingly pretty despite just waking up. his hair is a mess, his eyes are still bleary, but he’s absolutely the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes on. “yeah? what exactly did you dream about?”

he snickers. “if I told ya, I have a feelin’ this mornin’d take a very different turn.” his accent always gets thicker when he’s sleepy.

you giggle and kiss his nose, loving how it scrunches slightly. “how scandalous,” you say, then lean closer to his ear. “maybe I can try to recreate it later.”

his grip tightens. “don’t make a man a promise, baby, ‘specially when he’s got a busy day.”

you laugh and kiss him properly this time before peeling yourself off of him. “I know, I know… so why don’t you get ready and have some breakfast with me before we head to your brother’s?”

he groans and reaches out for you, but you’re just quick enough to scurry off the edge and over to the door. “come on, baby, I made your favourite.”

ten minutes later, he’s walking into the kitchen with freshly brushed teeth and an appreciative look on his face as he takes in the decorations. “babe…” he starts, pouting at you. “you didn’t have to do all this for me…”

you scoff and welcome him into your arms as you lean against the counter. “I’ve done much more for much less when it comes to you, baby, a few decorations for your birthday is light work.”

he hides his smile in your neck and presses kisses in a line up to your cheek. “I love ya so much.”

you return the sentiment and turn around to plate his food. “eat up, handsome, you’re going to need your energy today.”

a long day of birthday celebrations followed, starting with a nice lunch and visit with osamu, his partner and mamma miya that lasted well into the afternoon.

after that was a nice private party at the twins’ favourite restaurant (planned by you and your future in-law) with all their friends, old and new, thankfully not lasting too late into the night (suna joked that it was planned this way so they’d actually be able to remember their party tomorrow morning).

now, on your way home with only a slightly tipsy atsumu in your passenger seat, there’s only one stop left to make before heading home.

atsumu perks up as he feels the car slow to a stop and looks out the window curiously, cutting off his little rant about how happy he was to see everyone. “hm? why’re we here, baby?” he recognizes your friend’s house, but doesn’t recall having plans to visit with her and her husband tonight.

you put the car in park and turn to face him, clearing your throat. “baby,” you grab his hand. “I have a few gifts for you to open at home, but this is my main present to you this year.”

the gears in his head are turning, but he doesn’t have much to go off of. you’re being a bit cryptic. “okay… what does that have to do with coming here?”

you just smile and unbuckle your seatbelt, prompting him to stay put. soon enough you’re knocking on the door and he watches you disappear into the house momentarily.

you pop your head back out a few minutes later, sporting a bright, excited smile, waving him inside.

he’s greeted by your friend wishing him a happy birthday, a mischievous look on her face, and he looks between the two of you suspiciously. “what’s going on?”

you both just laugh and lead him to the living room, where a medium sized cardboard box sits on the ground, a red bow strapped to the side of it.

your friend quickly makes her way out of the room, giggling to herself about something, and then it’s just him and you and whatever is in that box.

“go look inside, atsumu,” you nod.

he moves towards it slowly, unsure, the entire situation filling him with both curiosity and nerves.

and then the box moves. and a small whine comes from inside.

he whips his head around to look at you. “no fucking way.”

you giggle and nudge him closer. he’s now looming over the box and staring down at what he assumes is his very own puppy.

“ya didn’t,” he starts, leaning down to pick the poor thing up. “angel, please don’t tell me this is a prank, I’m already attached.”

he can’t believe this is happening. the two of you have been talking about getting a dog for a year now, having long conversations about how it just felt right for you both. his head is spinning, but he knows it’s no longer because of the alcohol.

you grin, clearly proud of yourself for pulling off this surprise, and move closer to him and the dog. the furry bundle stops shaking as soon as you rest your palm on its head to pet it.

despite everything, atsumu picks up on that. “it recognizes you?”

you nod and gesture in the direction your friend went in a few minutes ago. “her dog had a litter of puppies a couple months ago and she offered us one if we wanted. I just never told you because I wanted it to be part of your gift. I’ve been coming over every week to try to get her used to our scents.”

atsumu gets a little teary eyed as he stares at the puppy and turns his head to kiss your cheek. “thank you so much, this is the best birthday ever.”

you watch as he interacts with her, heart warming at his childlike expression. it makes your early morning start time more than worth it.

eventually your friend comes back with a bag of all the doggy supplies you’ve been hiding at her place, and then you’re on your way home, dog in lap, and smiles on your faces.

he spends the rest of the car ride rambling on about what to name her, where her bed is going to go and what tricks he’s eventually going to teach her.

his excitement is contagious, apparently because as soon as you step into the apartment, you finally let it sink in that you have a dog with atsumu.

you stare at him as he “shows her around” and your entire body fills with love.

one more year down and hopefully forever to go.

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oh to be doggy co-parents with atsumu 🥹🫶🏻

[beifong-brainrot]

I may be out of pocket for this, but ah well. I don't fully agree with the whole "The White Lotus abused Korra" deal. Were some of their tactics abusive? Yes. Do I believe that it was done with the deliberate intentions of hurting Korra? No.

I don't know if you read the Kyoshi novels, but Yun mentions that the whole thing with "training the Avatar" is big business and that the Avatar (as a concept) tends to be used in a very politically inclined manner. Which makes it even funnier that Korra seemingly has no actual media or political training at all, at least in the first two seasons.

I guess I see it in a "in our quest for greatness, we forgot to do good" way. The White Lotus was so hellbent on creating and molding the perfect Avatar, that they forgot to do right by Korra as an individual. Like you said, Avatar first, human being second. But I don't know if I can call the institution abusive. Moreso emotionally neglectful.

(This also leads directly into another take I have about Korra and how traumatic the whole experience of being a lone, talented/gifted girl raised entirely by men can really be. But that's a different chat for another day.)

I mean this goes back to the "abuse with good intentions is still abuse" topic. I actually had a back and forth about this a while back, concerning whether or not what Lao and Poppy did to Toph could he counted as abuse.

To me personally, intentions don't really matter, what was done to Korra clearly gave her some extreme difficulties socialising, and existing in the real world. This isn't to say that everyone involved was a horrible monster, on the contrary, I'm sure many of them thought they had Korra's best intersts in mind.

Katara, Zuko and Tenzin were probably dealing with a lot of grief after Aang's death, and were probably just trying ro make sure his reincarnation was properly taken care of. Similarly, Tonraq and Senna probably just wanted their child safe. Other members of the White Lotus? Hard to say.

I think, especially for Katara and Zuko, who had experienced first hand how Aang had to scramble to learn and prepare for his battle against Ozai, they just wanted to make sure Korra was ready to face her future as Avatar.

However, they hadn't been present for a very crucial part of Aang's preparation for Avatarhood, which was his childhood with Gyatso. Because it was 100 years before they existed, and Aang already came to them well socialised and with his personhood intact.

My personal assumption is that the compound is a short term solution that ultimately extended and extended until Korra was 16.

So yeah. Good intentions. Doesn't xhange the fact that it was incredibly damaging to Korra.

[silver-inked-quill]

Lost in the North

Ch. 1 Lions in the snow

Summary: Robb's twin sister has widowed a few months after her marriage to a young lord in the North. Since there was no heir she returned to her birth-home.

Pairing: Jamie Lannister x reader, Theon Greyjoy x reader (it is yet to be decided)

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: General Game of Thrones warnings🙄

“Y/N!” my mother exclaimed- her voice toned with pure panic as she was preparing the castle for the arrival of King Robert Baratheon, friend of my father’s but still the King of the seven realms along with the house Lannister.

“Yes mother?” I responded loud enough as I moved to the main dining room.

“Please do see that Arya is properly dressed- and aid Sansa with her own dress.” She spoke and I looked at her. “Oh and please tell the boys to shave- be presentable as well.” Her gaze rather apologetic, she never really enjoyed burdening me with the matters of our household ever since my return from White Harbor- Barely married to young Lord Manderley who passed before we have been together for a moon. No heir- No nothing just the first born daughter of House Stark in a foreign land with no heir. My father claimed me back and cancelled our wedding. I loved my husband but the 7 gods had different plans for my future and his.

I paced down the balcony, my eyes searching for my brothers, they were by the targets. My twin Rob, always followed by Jon Snow-my father’s bastard- and by Theon Greyjoy, my father’s ward. Bran huffed, another missed arrow, I noticed a galore of them stuck everywhere but the target. Jon kneeled and tried to tutor him and I smiled. Arya rose out of nowhere grabbed the bow and pulled the string releasing an arrow straight at the target’s center. I saw Arya chime and the boys make gentle fun of Bran as my father came and stood by me.

“Fine little beast your daughter has become.” I commented as he stood by me leaned in the railing, I could see the pride flair up his eyes as he looked down at his boys- no at his children. “Reminds of another fine beast that used to run around my feet with her braids and play with bows and arrows instead of dolls.” He commented and I chuckled looking at him “At least one of your daughters turned out to be a proper lady.” I said still smiling as I stared back at the targets. “You turned out to be a proper lady… and you can stab an arrow within an arrow too.” My father spoke, his voice gentle like he snow falling upon our roof. “How do you know I can do that?” I laughed and asked, I felt eight again and he would tell me stories and convince me and my twin that they were true.

“I can see it in your eyes- they shine when you see something you enjoy and you exceed at.” He said, his voice poetic- too poetic. “Oddly specific thing the glint of my eyes told you…” I laughed at him, it was a rare thing for me the years passed. “We were exchanging ravens with Lord Manderley, concerned how your stay at the White Harbor was- he mentioned that you were quiet the archer… Why don’t you show your siblings off?” My father asked me, his smile apparent- one only his family could see.

“You want me to boast? Father are you feeling alright?” I asked him laughing. “Yes- However, love, it doesn’t hurt to boast on boasters.” He commented and pointed at my siblings and then kissed my forehead as climbed down with a swift motion snatching the bow from Arya.

“Didn’t know you could handle a bow sister?”  Robb looked stunned as he saw me take an arrow from Bran’s quiver.

“You do not know many things Robb.” I turned at him gently pressing him and Jon to take a step back. They stared at each other for a moment.

“In the Iron Islands, it is common for women to fight.” Theon commented and opened the way. “I was surprised to see in the North there aren’t such habit.” He said.

“We honor tradition here” I said and pulled the string. “But women here are allowed to have hobbies…” I smiled and as I breathed out I let the arrow go, It flew to the one Arya shot at the target making it tear in half.

“Did you see that?! she is better than all of you three combined!” Bran exclaimed and hugged my waist looking up at me. “Me too- You will teach me first!” Arya exclaimed crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“No- it is me, I should learn first” Bran huffed pointing at Arya.

“That was impressive Y/N.” Jon spoke and smiled at me.

“It was- alright” Theon spoke and looked at me and then at Robb.

“What happened, feeling overshadowed?” Robb spoke and placed an arm around my shoulders. His voice mocking but no real meaning behind his words.

“Oh- you should feel overshadowed too Robb.” I chuckled and patted his cheek. “However brilliant my archery is- I am here as a bearer of bad news… The lot of you has to shave before the arrival of the King… and even more unfortunately for me- I have to dress you up Arya…” I smiled and looked at her eyes, she really despised them dresses and gowns.

“No… Not happening.” She exclaimed and she attempted to flee but with a spinning motion Robb caught her like. “We do not like it either” Jon smiled and ruffled her hair and I gently took her hand leading her to her room.

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Not many hours passed. Bran’s voice exclaimed that the King was arriving. I chuckled as Mother was outraged that Bran was climbing again at the wall… Sansa and Robb were already close to my father as my mother guided Bran and I bore Rickon’s hand as he soon left me to go next to my mother. Arya appeared wearing a helmet. I heard Jon’s chuckle from behind… He always stood behind us with Theon.

The kind arrived, the stag and the lion banners stood next to the ones of the direwolf. We bowed as King Robert Baratheon who stood before us. He signed us to rise and we did. “You grew fatter.” Robert commented staring at my father’s grim face. The grim in his gaze was unbearable but his lips tugged nodding “You too your Grace.” He said and after an exclamation of joy he hugged ny father and then my mother.

“you are a handsome future lord.” Robert said and shook my twins hand. “And what is your name?” “Arya, your grace.” His gaze shifted to Sansa “You are a pretty one” he giggled before he ceased his movements standing before me. I swallowed staring at his blanked gaze. I knew what I reminded him of and it made me feel bizarre. My father’s face hardened and the Queen looked at me in despise “You look just-.” He was to say but then Bran got his glare. “And you- you will be a knight! Show me those muscles!” Bran flexed and I smiled my glare lowered to the floor.

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They all gathered at the main ballroom to have the feast and once the formalities came to an end. I fled the room and went to the cellars first taking a skin of ale, as I stumbled upon the imp. “Lady Stark- or is it Mandreley.” He asked me and I raised my eyebrows. “What are you doing down here lord Lannister?” I asked him and looked down at him. “Same as you I assume- seeking comfort in the warmth of alcohol… However it isn’t suitable for a lady to drink alone now is it- It could be scandalous.” Tyrion Lannister commented. “But then again you are a widow- one in grief can do as they wish.” He added and I simply walked alone up on the wall, there was this small spot- it allowed me to have the greatest view- one painters could never draw and bards could never sing about. I simply sat there and drank from the skin- it tasted horribly but my mind was at peace.

“I love coming up here as well- All the times I would think of my father and the Iron islands I would come here.” Theon came from behind me and leaned in the stone railings I was seated upon.

“My father treated you better than yours.” I told him and drunk down the ale. “But you are rather ungrateful and bitter.” I spoke

“I am bitter because Ned is not my father…” Theon spoke “I do feel affection for this family- I was only ten when I was brought here. You Rob and Jon- you treated me no different than you treated each other- I always loved you a bit more than the other two you know- you showed more compassion which is normal- you are a girl—a woman now. It pained me to see you in tears Y/N… It always has.” Theon spoke and I looked at him with a small smile.

“Are you confessing you have feelings towards me Theon?” I asked with a small laughter hiding behind my voice as I turned to look at him and he didn’t respond he simply grasped the ale and drunk it down.

“I always hoped to be for you- I know I am a lord without a kingdom. I admire you Y/N- your compassion your skill” He smiled and kissed my knuckles gently as he looked at me and left with no other word.

“Ah… scandals of the North I always enjoyed seeing the word and the lady of the late Lord Manderley with the hostage ward of the Iron Islands. I thought North was about honor.” I heard a voice yet unknown to me.

“Sir Jamie Lannister is it…” I turned around “And what would a kings guard wished wandering on our wall.” I made the question towards him.

“Lady Y/N Stark second of her name… And yet you steal kings words just like the first of your name did” The knight responded.  “They say you take after your aunt Y/N, in looks and spirits” He added, his voice smooth and mocking.

“I am alike her in both you have heard correct.” I said and looked at him. “Therefore I bet my twin brother wouldn’t enjoy hearing your manner sir… Just like you do not enjoy insult when it comes to the Queen’s name…” I smiled and looked at him. “It’s a twin thing isn’t it… But then again, some twins are closer than others.”

Jamie Lannister’s face didn’t shift as if it was okay for me to say those things. “Watch your sharp tongue Lady Stark.” He smiled.

“Or- Will you threaten me Jamie Lannister- inside my home, for noticing how much you love your sister.” I smiled and leaned in, I could smell his perfume and sweat.

“You are a bittersweet thing Y/N Stark. I have never fucked another’s twin…” He spoke and I didn’t flinch, I maintained the eye-contact. “Interesting, I bet the Queen would be most delighted to hear of your new discovering appetite.” I said and he stared at me for some good moments. He was handsome- too handsome and my heart was racing as if I was running for my life. Perhaps I was. “Is that a threat, lady?” he asked and I smiled “It is a reaction followed by an action.” I smiled and then stood up making my leave.

Hey there gentle reader , First i would like to thank you for reaching this point and reading my fanfiction. I wish to know your opinion on it as a whole and on a more flaming matter- Jamie Lannister or Theon Greyjoy? I mean i think she has connection with both and quiet some chemistry too but please i need you to enlighten me... Yours, silvermist

[temis-de-leon]

Dateables as Single Fathers

Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon, gn!kid, Luke and gn!MC

Part 1

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CW: nothing, I think? Correct me if you feel something should be warned, but I think we're good to go. Just like in the other one, these HCs explain the characters' relationships with their kids and a romantic interest in MC at the end.

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Diavolo

This one has to be the most difficult situation out of all, considering his political position.

He either had a child outside of marriage, who I think would’ve been considered a bastard, or he had the next heir with his wife, who would’ve eventually become the queen of the Devildom beside him.

No matter the option, each one would have had significant consequences.

Fortunately for his country, he’s too respectful and responsible to fool around and risk the chance of leaving his offspring behind, so political marriage it is.

I already used the ‘mother died in childbirth’ reason for Lucifer’s HCs, but I can’t see any other explanation for Diavolo being a single father. Both of them would be loyal and committed to their partners and Diavolo has the additional duty of keeping a kingdom going.

Now, we could do some AUs that could explain the future queen’s absence, but that isn’t what this post is about, so let’s leave it at that.

In the end, Diavolo is left with a child that is deeply loved and well taken care of.

I think Beautiful Boy by John Lennon would describe their relationship perfectly.

Loving his kid is not his only priority; raising him is also as important. He’s a caring parent, very attentive, protective and stern when necessary.

Diavolo is too aware of their duties as royals and future monarchs but tries not to act on them. Since he is already preparing himself to become king, there’s no need for his kid to lose their freedom and their childhood.

However, as occupied as he is, he tries to put his work on hold each time the child calls for his attention. They drew themselves with him and Barbatos? Okay, let him set these documents aside so he can admire the drawing properly. They saw a cool bug outside? Say no more, he needs a break anyway. They had a nightmare? Maybe they should have a sleepover!

The kid just needs to be careful not to do many of those things in front of Barbatos. Otherwise, the butler would chastise both.

He’s highly proud of them when they dive into a friendship with you; seeing their eagerness and comfortability around your presence as a sign for keeping the student exchange program going.

Still, he finds the need to have a somewhat serious conversation with them about you, your purpose in the Devildom and your status as a human; the imbalance in power and biology that makes you both so different.

As time passes and his own friendship with you deepens, so do his feelings. He isn’t obvious about it, or at least he tries, but his kid inherited his observation skills and soon innocent suggestive comments are trailing behind him everywhere he goes.

The situation amuses him and makes his heart flutter with enthusiasm.

With encouragement like this, how could he not try to pursue you?

Barbatos

I like to think there’s some kind of errand boy roaming around the castle. Not necessarily a boy, but still a child doing a little bit of everything and helping whoever gives an order. They’re quick and cheeky, making the staff cheerier and less stressed about their chores, and Barbatos finds them surprisingly charming.

He doesn’t mind them running between his legs as long as they know when to stop and don’t hinder his work and, unlike the little Ds, that turns out to be what happens.

Barbatos tries not to get attached at first and a long time passes until he can’t deny the affection he feels for the little devil.

When I say long, I mean long.

Decades, even a couple of centuries, unable to ignore the lack of parental presence in the child’s life. They’re always in the castle, going from one point to another, talking to everyone and sticking to no one. The few moments they have to rest are spent with the prince’s butler, talking about their day with breathless excitement.

It’s a nice dynamic that Barbatos enjoys more and more with each passing day, but it isn’t until the rest of the staff informs him of every little thing the kid does that he finally realizes how deep he has fallen into the rabbit hole.

He is a father figure.

Again.

He isn’t complaining, not at all, but it still surprises him.

More time passes until he gathers the courage to ask Lord Diavolo for a room inside the castle for the child to sleep in. His cheeks are warm when he specifies he’d prefer if the room were close to his and the embarrassment only grows when the prince laughs out loud with excitement.

By the time you are introduced as the second human exchange student, everyone treats the kid as Barbatos’s and they even call him ‘father’ when they’re alone. Neither are ashamed of their mutual affection, but they’d rather keep it private.

The child likes to tease you harmlessly, joking around, asking pertinent questions under the disguise of childish innocence and appearing out of nowhere when you least expect it.

They won’t mind if you lightly reprimand them for their constant playful behaviour, that’s what their father does after all, but they’ll quickly love you if you joke back.

Either way, he likes to follow you around and Barbatos instantly notices. It piques his curiosity and warms his heart, but with how highly the child talks about you and how much you captivate him on your own, he starts to wonder if he should’ve pulled the kid away from you since the beginning.

His strong feelings for you are foreign, but not unwelcomed. He’s just too vigilant of all the possible outcomes.

Fortunately for you, for every doubt Barbatos has about these feelings, the child has a dozen reasons to make them stronger.

Solomon

How many wives did King Solomon have again? How many concubines? How many children out of all of those partners?

I’m not saying that any of those children succeeded in achieving immortality like him, I doubt that could’ve happened so early in his life, but outliving human partners doesn’t mean that Solomon chose to refuse to have any more partners at all.

I can see him entering a relationship with someone who has a longer lifespan and, regardless of that arrangement being casual or committed, having a child with them.

Maybe the other parent passed away, maybe they didn’t want to be in a relationship, maybe they tried and failed to stay together… who knows, you can choose your favourite. The conclusion here is that Solomon kept the child and raised them alone.

Feral child vibes, I fear.

As devious as their father and completely oblivious to it, they are too curious for their own good. Exploration and experimentation through trial and error are fairly common practices in the family and the only reason Solomon isn’t worried is because he’s sure nothing wrong will happen as long as he is there.

The kid may appear at the front door of their house with an eldritch horror-looking creature and Solomon would be like: ‘You’re doing amazing, sweetie’.

He knows introducing his child to a human infant is not the best of ideas. They would have to move places constantly due to their slow ageing to not raise suspicion and that would be completely unfair to the kid. They’re allowed to have permanent friends their age, after all, not a playmate turned into a babysitter or faceless companions that would disappear in their memories over time.

So they mostly engage with other immortal beings, like witches, demons and fellow sorcerers.

That saddens Solomon in a way; the human part he passed to his child is slowly dying due to lack of interaction.

This is why the human exchange program Diavolo proposes is so interesting to him.

Not only is he going to meet one of his kind in a world he easily moves around, but his child is also going to get the opportunity to be with another human in an environment they feel comfortable in.

It goes as well as you could expect.

Both of them are curious and eager to meet you, but at the beginning of your friendship it feels more like academic research. You stick to the brothers and their antics and they stick to the angels and their kindness.

If Luke is a Chihuahua, then Solomon’s kid is a thirteen-year-old delirious Yorkie.

As time passes and your friendship develops into something more genuine, Solomon can’t help but feel like he’s finally breathing fresh air after being locked in a cave for years.

His child still explores their surroundings, but there’s a new hope in their actions that he knows doesn’t come from him. It’s true childlike wonder and care towards their subject of study. An appreciation of life only a mortal would express.

You don’t understand how much you changed his child’s life.

And you don’t understand how much he loves you for it.

Simeon

I mean.

Luke.

He already is a single father in canon.

I don’t know how angels are born in the game, but they do grow up. Maybe Luke just spawned and was put under Simeon’s direct care, but there isn’t any mention of other parental figures in Luke’s life back in the Celestial Realm (although that may be due to the game being lazy with lore).

We know Michael is Luke’s hero, but not a father figure, so Simeon as a single father makes total sense.

A single mom who works two jobs and loves her kids and never stops.

Jk, jk…

But for real, though.

Simeon is thoughtful, affectionate, careful with Luke’s emotions and conscious about his need to mature and grow up. He treats him like a child, because that’s what he is, but tries not to infantilize him to not hurt his dignity.

While proud of Luke’s morals and golden heart, Simeon wants to make him see not everything is black and white and he’s allowed to have opinions that can differ from what they’ve been taught.

Some demons are good, some humans are consciously devious and some angels need to reevaluate their priorities.

It is a difficult task since Luke is certainly stubborn, but spending time in the Devildom is the perfect opportunity to prove that point.

Thankfully, your presence only helps Simeon change Luke’s judgemental thoughts. You are patient, easy-going and lighthearted and don’t get too stressed when the young angel refuses to reject his views on demons.

They both enjoy spending time with you because your soul is still kind and free of punishment, but for Simeon is much more than that.

He enjoys being with you because it feels natural and because knowing you feels like the greatest gift he has received in a very long time.

Believe him, Luke’s praises about you have nothing to do with the love he has for you. Those are just an additional bonus.

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Taglist: @ilovecandys2010  @ollieoven @kingofspadesdelusion @whimsybloom

[newnlovesjennie]

op hcs: how they propose

luffy:

he’d do it completely spontaneously; in the middle of a dinner between you two, a stargazing session, literally anything

“hey, we’re gettin’ married, aren’t we? once i become pirate king?” he’d casually drop, making you spit out your drink

of course, there’s nothing you’d want more than to have luffy be your husband, but you’d expected a little more preparation then this

but you’d agree and promise, letting the notion of being married go since the journey to finding the one piece still has a long way to go

until your feet are engrossed in the sand of laughtale, staring at the shore ahead of you when luffy surprises you from behind, gripping your shoulders with pure amusement and pride

“this means we’re officially married, right? you get to be my wife!” he’d laugh, and a part of you doesn’t have the heart to tell him about weddings or marriage certificates and all that nonsense, because you’re intertwined with the man you call your husband right now, and that’s all that matters

sanji:

he’d been dropping hints about getting married throughout your relationship, but they were mere fantasies or jokes, in reality, he was pretty anxious about the whole ordeal

(i mean, he’s already had a wedding before, and we know how that went….)

a part of him still thinks the entire situation is too good to be true, it’s too impossible for someone as perfect as you to want to be with him, let alone forever. he’s sure you just want something casual, something temporary, and though it breaks him, he’ll tolerate it, for you

though, then he hears you comment about how big the kitchen should be in your shared future home, or if it’s okay if you can plant a garden in the backyard? you’ll smile while passing by wedding dress shops, and your fingertips will linger around sanji’s ring finger, which he always keeps vacant, a homage to his adoration for you

these little victories will give sanji the confidence he needs to actually propose, which he does, in the aftermath of the grand party the crew hosts once they reach laughtale

rose petals surround you, scented candles are lit, and sanji is down on a knee with a beautiful ring in his hand, with a look in his eyes not driven by lust, by want, but instead a look of pure warmth, fondness. it’s no surprise you say yes.

zoro:

not to be that person, but zoro feels like the kind of person to find marriage and proposals too old fashioned

he already loves you and you already love him, and he ensures that love is properly painted so the whole world can see just how much you mean to him. so what could two rings change?

he doesn’t understand why girlfriend and wife must hold different weights, when both should mean the same thing, devotion, but he sees how much it means to you, so he proposes immediately after the crew finds the one piece

“shit, was it supposed to be all fancy n’ stuff? i should’ve brought a bouquet of flowers or somethin’…”

you know your boyfriend, sorry, fiancé can be a bit rough on the edges, but his utmost loyalty for you will never change.

usopp:

similarly to sanji, dude would be freaked out of his fucking mind

he envisioned a life with you since the day you two met, he just shoved that fantasy deep into his brain as something as improbable as luffy refusing meat

call him stalkerish, but he’d sketch your future house well before you two began dating

usopp wasn’t the kind of person to engage in flings, frankly, his heart can’t handle it. the moment he got with you he prayed and hoped it would last forever, since he had already pledged his heart to you long before, and detaching it would be a painful process

thankfully, you reciprocated, to his surprise, and wanted to spend your life with him just as he did with you

[heartfullofleeches]

You know I can’t stop thinking about an angsty Bugman scenario where, in the Childhood best friend!Darling setting, Darling learns that one day the god living inside Bugman is going to awaken properly and essentially kill Bugman, prompting Darling to just breakdown sobbing for their first and only friend and pleading for Bugman to not die even if their fate is sealed and neither of them can do anything to stop it

Why would you do this to me, Chief. Like- good soup, without a doubt, but my heart hurts for these angels. Imagine making a really close friend as a child, but instead of you drifting apart or one of you moving away someday their body will be taken from them by one of the things you're scared <- Childhood Best Friend Reader in this storyline had a fear of bugs as a kid.

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You still remember the day like it was yesterday. A promise made between friends upon which wove your separate futures along a conjoining path, avowedly destined to outlast the trial of time and the seasons of change as you both grew.

"Are you ready, Bug?"

Small, beady little eyes snap upwards from the large stone you finally manage to get a good grip on after several, harrowing attempts. A damp slab of smooth stone wasn't the easiest thing for your tiny hands to grasp, but the additional moisture apparently attracted more prey. Clutching the mason jar tighter to their chest, Bugman nods their head not once, but as many times it takes to give them a minor head rush - spurred on by the joy of having someone in their home, using the correct name it had picked out for itself years ago.

"On the count of three. 1....2....3!"

Driving your heals into the dirt, you pull upwards - lifting the stone inches off the earth floor as Bugman sets their jar amongst the grass to prepare for the scurry. Your skin crawls as you hear the pitter patter of tiny legs. It'd take a lot more than your friend's obsession with them to make you tolerate bugs, but the least you could do was making chasing them slightly easier for Bug whenever you visited.

"There's so many, Bug..." So many lives under one rock. You'd probably be more enthusiastic if a beetle hadn't made a beeline for your shoe, burrowing its way between your shoelaces as you do everything to avoid kicking the poor creature away. You might not have been the biggest fan, but that didn't mean you wanted to hurt them.

"Bugman, there's one on my-"

"I see her. Don't move, she won't hurt you." Bugman cups their hand, guiding the beetle onto their palm as you do what you're told. It strokes a finger along the insects thorax before carefully lowering it into their jar. Bugman gazes up at you once more, dipping their head in gratitude for your cooperation.

"Thank you, Y/n. On her behalf."

"What are you thanking me for, Bug?"

"You could have easily flung her off or stepped on her. I am aware we do not an interest in insects, but I appreciate your support."

"What are friends for, Bug? Besides, just because I don't like them doesn't I want them to suffer."

"Friends...."

The word sits heavy on their tongue. Soft laughter plays throughout the garden before they can ask the question that's been plaguing them for some time now. With the chirp of bugs and the flow of running water, the sound may have gone unnoticed had it not been joined by another voice. Surveying the area, a hand rises in the air from over by the water fountain - beckoning the two of you over.

"Forgive us for interrupting. Would the two of you mind joining us for a minute? We have something for you."

Exchange a glance with Bugman, all it takes is for you to take a step forward before the both of you race across the grass. Something you picked up on weeks into hanging out with Bug was how they liked to give you the lead. Two young women sit at the bench below the fountain. Both appeared to be in their early twenties. One had pink streaks in her hair while the other wore her sweater hoodie overhead. They smile at you, lowering their heads as Bugman matches up behind you. The one with the pink hair speaks first, patting the empty bench between them.

"Good afternoon. You two have been busy today, haven't you? I think I speak for all of Bug's family when I thank you for stopping by. I've never seen them smile quite like they do when they have you over."

Bugman hides their face in their turtleneck, mumbling into the thick fabric. "That's not true...."

You always found it so cool Bugman had so many siblings. It's like there's a new one every time you come over. Maybe their parents foster. You don't know much about them. The pink haired girl snorts.

"My bad! Anyway, like I said, we have a present for you. It's a gift for you both. Now before we give it to you, we have to ask. You two are friends, aren't you?"

There it is. The question Bugman had been dreading. You've called them by that title before, but there's a worry in the back of their mind that you are simply stringing them along until you find another, better friend. Did you really enjoy spending your days with the kid your other peers wrote off as strange and bizarre.

Assurance came to them in the pride of your voice as you happily announced.

"Of course! Bugman is my best friend!"

Best? The hooded girl spits a wad of chewed gum onto its wrapper, turning her body to face you fully. It's then you see a small box in her lap, filled to the brim with small beads and charms.

"That's all we needed to hear. If you two are really best friends you need what all best friends need?"

"What?" Bugman hides deeper into the neckline of their sweater as your voices overlap. You smile from ear to ear, furthering their embarrassment. The girls roll up their sleeves, presenting matching bands around each of their wrists.

"You need friendship bracelets. We'll help you make them."

"Whoa..." You march forward as the girls place the box within reach on the bench. So many beads and charms. There's even a few bug themed ones. Bugman will really like those.

"This is so cool, Bugman! If we never talk them off that means we'll be friends for life, yeah?"

"For life?.... You really want me around that long?"

"Why wouldn't I?" You stick out your pinky finger, holding it up for them to take. "We'll be best friends forever!"

Bugman stares at your outstretched finger. Picking up their confusion, you quietly whisper. "It's a promise, silly. Wrap your finger around mine and we have to keep it. Best friends forever?"

Bugman locks their finger with yours. "Forever...."

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"....."

"Say it isn't true, Bug."

You always knew Bugman was special, but - not like this. How could they keep this from you for so long? Were they aware of this from the start? Did everything you say that day.... All plans and wishes you made together - did they mean nothing anymore?

"I apologize for not telling you sooner, Y/n. If it makes you feel better, I have already made sure that no harm will ever come to you. The being inside me is many things, but they will not go back on their word. I understand if this all is too much to bare. I do not blame you if you hate me now."

"Hate you? Hate you?" Angry tears stream down your face as you clutch their shoulders for balance. Sadness and rage quakes you to your very core. "Bugman, all I want is you! I want my best friend to be here with me. I don't want to lose you to some...some... bug god that's already been dead for centuries. This is your body, your life we're talking about here! Don't you want to be here with me too?"

It hurts. White hot, shearing pain rips through Bugman's ribcage as you sob pathetically against their chest. The air they breath is like sharp glass in their throat. What are you doing? This feeling - they've never had it before. Are they dying now? Is this what death feels like?

Bringing their arms around your shaking body is all that relieves this ache. Bugman realizes as you slam your fist against their chest that this is not death. It's heartbreak.

And it's so, so much worse.

"On the bright side, there is no telling when I will die. It could be any day now. It could be at the natural end of my lifetime. All we can do is hope for the best and relish the time we have together now."

"You better.... You better stay with me until we're both old and grey. I won't forgive you if you leave me before then."

Bugman rolls their fingers over the beads tied around your wrist. As children, you both made your bracelets slightly too big so they would follow you into adulthood. They fit perfectly now.

"I promised once that I wouldn't leave you. That is a promise I intend to keep."

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love at first bite, chapter two vampire!theo nott x black!f!reader

-paranoia plaguing your mind, so you tell your best friend about theodore -explicit 18+, flirting, teasing, blackmail, all characters are 18+, reader is a gryffindor -word count: 3.8k -100 follower special!!! -masterlist here

It was an interesting feeling; constantly looking over your shoulder, expecting him to be there, and on the rare occasion he was, your heart rate would spike and your mind became muddled with fear and possibilities you wanted to ignore.

You ate in the Great Hall less and less, muttering excuses to your friends and gathering all your food up into a small pack to eat in your dormitory.

It was especially bad in potions class. Theodore sat directly beside you, and he had a habit of pretending everything was normal. His face was neutral, his top lip notched between his teeth as he prepared his Amortentia potion, half-mindedly listening to Slughorn as he instructed the class on how to properly brew the potion.

You were also preparing the ingredients for your own potion. Obviously, none of the students would be allowed to take the potion from class, but you enjoyed brewing potions mostly because it made you feel like a witch the most.

As you threw pearl dust into your caldron, you felt Theodore knock against the table, attempting to get your attention, but you ignored him, throwing in the last ingredient of your potion and stirring it gently, watching the curls of steam waft up to the ceiling.

Slughorn continued discussing Amortentia with the class, and Theodore nudged your arm and you finally glanced over at him, a glare on your face as you leaned towards your potion, curious on what you would smell.

You expected a scentless potion, mostly because you'd never really had a crush on someone at Hogwarts and because the thought of love scared you, but as you inhaled the scent, your mind seemed to blank.

It was a musky smell, violets and grass and a faint scent of iron. As your face screwed up in confusion you turned to Theodore, who was watched you quite intently, a curious look in his eyes. He leaned towards your cauldron and sniffed deeply, then pulled away, eyebrows taunt.

When he leaned towards you and inhaled, you saw his eyes widen, before he stood up from his chair and shook his head slowly. You were confused at his reaction, but also still reeling from what you smelt in your own potion.

It was Theodore.

It made absolutely no sense. You hated Theodore, you were scared of Theodore, so how could you possibly love him? You'd known him for seven years and talked to him less than a hundred times.

"Professor Slughorn? I have a question." Theodore said, raising his hand a smidge, before he sat back down, hands curled into loose fists against the table. You did the same, slightly turned away from Theodore, hands shaking as you poured your potion in a small vial for storage.

"Yes, Mr. Nott? I assume it has to do with today's potion? You kids are losing your minds over it." Slughorn chuckled playfully as he said it, leaning in to smell Theodore's potion, his eyes alighting as he shook his head with a slight frown.

"Does Amortentia predict the future? For example, could I smell someone who I might love in the future, or is it purely circumstantial?" Slughorn tapped his finger against his chin as he hummed, "well let's think about it, shall we? Amortentia can't inherently tell the future, but it does reveal what your heart feels. That could be someone you value greatly, someone you love, or even someone you aren't aware you love. But, this scent can change. Perhaps you've been spending increased time with someone you find quite attractive, then this potion reveals that to you. But it all depends on how you go about these feelings. Will you accept them or will you suppress them?"

Slughorn walked away after that and you heard Theodore inhale deeply as he filled his own vial. When he turned to Blaise who sat on his other side, you averted your attention, standing up to find Hermione.

She was looking quite distressed, staring down at her vial as she shook her head absentmindedly, "and what's the matter with you?" You said softly, slipping into the empty chair next to her.

Hermione flinched when she heard your voice, and she groaned, running a hand down her face, "guess who I smelt?" You peeked up, a playful smirk on your lips as you leaned in closer. Hermione whispered, "it was Ron!"

You gaped at her, eyes wide as she nodded, letting out a whine, "how is this even possible? You know how much of an asshole he is!"

You nudged her leg and shrugged, "I'm not surprised. The two of you are always flirting, even if you don't realize it." She laughed, "who'd you smell?"

You hardly wanted to tell her.

"Theodore."

Hermione let out a loud gasp, drawing multiple eyes to the two of you, including Theodore who was talking to one of his friends. You hit Hermione on her arm, "quiet! But you know what's insane? He smelt me."

"What the fuck? This is insane. The two of you barely talk, besides that whole thing in the Forbidden Forest." You'd told her about that situation earlier in the week and was honestly grateful to get it off your chest.

But none of your friends knew he was a vampire. "Exactly! It's really weird isn't it?"

After you sat back at your desk, it was quite awkward between you and Theodore. So many unspoken words and secrets that weighed on your shoulders. It was exhausting really, to be strangers but have so many conflicting feelings about each other.

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The next few days were full of more paranoia. Glancing over your shoulder, seeing Theodore watching you, but then glancing away quickly when he realized he'd been caught.

Sitting in the Great Hall, eyes following his form as he passed. Same for in class, when Theodore went anywhere. Walking up to a Professor's desk, your eyes following him like you expected him to disappear. You couldn't help it though. You wanted to analyze, watch, examine him. Look for anymore unknown secrets, any features you hadn't noticed before, like that scar on his neck; two little small holes.

That brown birthmark on his wrist, the expensive silver watch he wore every single day, or the look in his eyes when he laughed.

His constant fiddling, always chewing on plastic, hands always stuffed in his pockets, that little gasp he did when he laughed a little too hard.

You'd been analyzing a lot and it honestly scared you. You were obsessed with knowing everything about him, but you couldn't muster up the courage to speak to him. Every time the two of you locked eyes, you remembered that golden flash or his needle sharp fangs and the look of that girl when she was getting fed on.

All of it scared you in the worst way possible.

And Theodore knew this. He kept his eye on you. When you talked to your friends, he was watching, a little nervous crease in his eyebrows when it was a little too secretive or when the two of you found yourselves alone (rarely) and he would slide behind you, hovering over your shoulder as he whispered, "tell anyone?"

The two of you were in the storage closet in the herbology class, searching for tools so you all could dig up your latest plants. Theodore was a bottle of heat behind you, his breath against your cheek cool and his scent wafting around you like you'd stepped through a cloud.

His hand was braced against the table in front of you, your coily hair brushing against his face, but every so often he'd inhale deeply, sucking up the vanilla scent of the shampoo you used.

"No, I haven't told anyone." You muttered, grabbing a mini shovel and spinning around expecting to leave the storage closet, but Theodore stopped you.

"You're too calm. Are you sure you understand the gravity of this? if you tell anyone, you'll be a target. Expelled from Hogwarts and possibly killed by my family." He pulled the door to the storage closet clothes and leaned against it lazily, hands stuffed in his pockets.

You hoped up onto a tattered wooden table across from him, trying to appear calm, but your heart was beating fast, your skin tingling and sweaty.

"I understand all of that, trust me. And what makes you think I'm calm?" His face twisted up in mild frustration and he shook his head, "I thought you'd be more scared. It's been a week since that day, and everytime I see you, you look the same each time."

You huffed, hot anger rising in your belly, "what the fuck do you want me to look like? Visibly shaking, running away from you, bursting out in tears everytime you look my way? Well I'm not!" It was a little arrogant of him to think you'd be so frightened, of course you were, but it was in your best interest to pretend like everything was okay, or people would start questioning you.

"So you're not scared?" Theodore stood up straight removing his hands from his pockets as he walked towards you slowly. You groaned, "that's all you got? Why don't you understand, if people suspect me of being scared of you, then it'll be worse!"

Theodore didn't reply, still walking towards you, slowly but surely, eyes lowering as he tilted his head. "How about when I do this?" His eyes flashed golden, those fangs peeking from his lips when he spoke, hands plastered against the table on either side of you, face inches from yours, enough for you to see the tiny scars on his face.

"Yes, I'm scared. I thought that was obvious when I ran from you." He grinned, a chuckle rising afterwards, then he stepped back, fangs disappearing.

"You're blushing quite a lot, sweetheart." Theodore left the room afterwards, and you were left to your red hot cheeks and that fluttering feeling that was much more common when he was around.

Once you finally returned to your desk, Luna was removing her plant from its soil with her hands. You handed her the shovel, mumbling a low apology.

"You were gone for ten minutes! Was the shovel hard to find?" You nodded, sitting down and perching your chin against your hand, "super hard."

Theodore was a few rows down, sitting with Neville and another Hufflepuff you weren't familiar with. Just as Pansy Parkinson passed behind you, you felt something wet splash over your body and her sinful laughter as she walked over to her group of friends and pointed at you.

Your entire body was soaked with what seemed like a gallon of water, and you saw Hermione stand up and share a few choice words with Pansy, "why are you such an asshole to her, Pansy?"

Luna ushered you out of your seat and removed her jacket, using it to soak up water from your hair and skin. "Pansy Parkinson, detention!" Professor Sprout shouted, handing you a small pass out of class. This elicited Draco to stand up to defend Pansy by calling Hermione a 'bitch.'

Ron and Harry both popped up out of their chair and started arguing with Draco. Blaise shouted out, "okay, everyone chill! Theodore!" Draco's gang looked over at Theodore, expecting him to stand up to argue, but Theodore watched them cluelessly which caused Pansy to curse at him, "useless fucking bastard!"

Theodore stood up and tilted his head at her, "stop being such a bitch, Pansy. You're just causing unnecessary problems." Pansy crossed her arms defensively and glared at you, "and why are you defending her? Do you like her or something, because the last time I checked, you just wanted to get her w—"

Professor Sprout stepped between the two opposing sides and screamed, "everyone sit down now, or there will be consequences!" She told you to leave and go freshen up and that was the end of the entire situation.

Everyone sat down, still trading glares and whispered insults, while you left the class to go to your dormitory.

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It was clear they hated you now. Pansy did everything in her power to make your life harder: stealing your stuff, whispering insults under her breath as she passed, ruining your work in class and spreading rumors about you.

The rumors were so vile that Dumbledore had called you to his office one day just to question if you actually did what people said. Of course, most of the people who spread the rumors were people you didn't talk to, and you did your best to shut them down (with the help of your friends), but nothing worked.

All you could do was let it die down.

When your mental health got a little too... dark, you'd sneak off to smoke, not caring if someone caught you because all you needed was a distraction.

Even your schoolwork was affected. You cared less and less how you performed, you hung out with your friends less and lashed out more, spent majority of your free time in your room, and when Theodore did his weekly checkup to ask you if you'd told anyone you blew up.

You were sitting in the courtyard, trying to do a bit of homework, but nothing seemed to stick. You struggled answering questions, could barely pay attention to what you read, and it was worse that Pansy and her girlfriends were right across the courtyard, throwing pebbles at you.

When you got fed up, you walked over to them, "why the fuck do you keep throwing shit at me?" You questioned, arms crossed as you stood in front of the three of them. Pansy smirked at you, picking up a small rock and tossing it right at your face.

When it smacked you against the nose and fell to the ground you felt yourself smile, your heart pounding in your chest when you shot at her, hands tangling in her inky black hair.

You pulled her against the ground, hands raising to hit her with your fist. Pansy screamed underneath you, feet kicking while she tried to block your hits.

A small group started to gather around the two of you, her friends being pushed farther and farther back until it was just you and Pansy tussling.

Pansy got a good hit against your lip, but you continued your attacks, "leave me the fuck alone, do you understand?" You shouted at her, finally standing up and dusting off your skirt.

Pansy was lying on the ground, panting, face red and little scratches all over.

You pushed your way through the crowd and gathering your things, making your way towards the door so you could go to your dormitory.

Just as you entered the main building, Theodore was right by your side, hands working at a Rubix Cube. "Beat her up pretty good." He muttered and you didn't answer, too busy on the verge of tears, your body tired and your head pounding with an oncoming headache.

Theodore didn't realize you were crying until he finally solved the Rubix Cube and stuffed it into his pocket. He immediately stopped you, hands on your shoulders as he leaned down to your level, his eyes wide and concerned.

"You okay?" You shoved him off of you, "no, I'm not fucking okay! She's been bullying me for two fucking weeks and this entire time all you stop to ask me is, "did you tell anyone?"

You continued stomping your way up the stairs, "it doesn't fucking matter that you're a vampire, Theodore, so stop fucking talking to me and maybe Pansy will leave me the fuck alone!" Theodore said nothing, but continued following you, ignoring the way your shoulders shook as you cried and the constant hiccuping when you finally stopped.

"She'll stop, I promise." Theodore muttered and you spun around to glare at him, "and why is that?"

"'Cause you beat her ass. No one has ever done that before and definitely not twice." The two of you stared at each other for a moment and an inconspicuous grin rose on Theodore's face. When you finally chuckled, he threw his head back and laughed.

It was a cheerful sound, so unfamiliar to you that you wanted to hear it again. "You're such an asshole." You said the password to the Fat Lady and begin walking into the Gryffindor common room, but Theodore stopped you, "I'll stop asking."

"Fucking finally!"

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You were sitting in Professor Flitwick's Charms class, casting the Impervius charm on a small lit candle. It was a Friday and Winter Break was two weeks away.

That meant most of the students were either lazy, tired, or simply didn't care what they did the last few weeks before break. You were among the lazy group. Your work was up to par, but not as good as usual, just a little something to get you by without causing too much stress.

It was evident in the black circles underneath your eyes, the low effort slicked bun you wore and the lack of jewelry you had on. In the mornings you hopped out of bed (barely), got dressed, brushed your teeth, did your hair, and then headed to breakfast with Hermione and Luna.

They were also both quite fed up, but Hermione tried harder when a break was on the horizon which fascinated you, but you rooted for her perfection anyway.

Hermione was busy talking Ron's ear off behind you while Harry was on your left and Luna was on your right. "Has it been an eventful year for you, Harry?" You wondered and he shrugged, "nothing unusual." You knew that was a lie. Hermione often told you of their escapades, but you didn't blame Harry for never talking about it.

He seemed more stressed than anyone. Which said a lot.

"What about you? I know you ran into some trouble with Draco's gang." The mention of Draco and his friends made you roll your eyes and groan. Harry chuckled, "a handful right?"

"Yes! And it's such unnecessary shit." Harry hummed in agreement, spinning around when Ron called his name.

"So are you better then? Pansy's leaving you alone?" Luna questioned and you nodded slowly, "yeah, I catch her staring at me sometimes, but otherwise, it's fine."

Luna smiled, "good." She continued her spell-casting and you rested your chin against your hand, staring down at your candle with a bored expression on your face.

It was the last class of the day and you were so ready to lie in your bed and do absolutely nothing. It wasn't until you felt a heavy glare on you that you glanced up from your candle.

You struggled to find the culprit for a second, but when you saw Theodore Nott sitting at his desk, a look so nasty on his face it made you shiver, you mouthed a 'what' assuming it was something petty and fixable with a few words, but Theodore just shook his head.

His face was so red it was alarming, skin basically dripping with sweat and fingers fiddling more than normal.

As soon as Flitwick called for class to end, you were immediately out the door, saying you'd catch up with your friend's later as you waited for Theodore to exit.

When he saw you, he grabbed your arm, quite hard which caused you to wince and try to pull away, but his grip was too tight. He pulled you behind a staircase just as you wrenched out of his grip, "why the hell are you grabbing me like that—" Theodore's hand wrapped around your throat so quick you barely saw him move.

He shoved you against the wall, your head knocking against it painfully. Your bag dropped to the floor and you could feel the air escaping from your lungs as Theodore flashed his fangs, his eyes wide and red.

"You think you're fucking clever for going behind my back and telling someone, despite me warning you not to?" You wheezed out an answer, pounding against his chest to loosen his grip, but nothing worked, Theodore wasn't even fazed.

"I didn't tell anyone!" You spat, your vision blanking, but Theodore didn't stop choking you. He leaned towards you and smirked, pressing his nose against your jugular, "I can rip your fucking throat out in a single second, think I won't?" You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut as Theodore licked a long strip up your neck, fangs pressed against your skin.

He loosened his grip on your neck and air flowed into your lungs so quick you coughed; a hard, dry cough that made your eyes water and your head pound.

"I didn't fucking tell anyone, Theodore! I've kept my mouth shut just as I said! What makes you think I'd risk my time here just to run my damn mouth about you?" You glared at him, bending over to grab your bag, but on the way down, you saw nothing but stars, so one second you were kneeling and the next, Theodore was sitting next to you on the floor, a worried look on his face as he ran his hands down his face.

"You really didn't tell anyone?" He questioned and you nodded, "no, I did not." You couldn't help but flinch away from him as he handed you a bottle of water from his bag, and Theodore cursed to himself as he stood.

"Do you know Imogen Gadfly?" Your face screwed up in confusion and Theodore threw his bag aside in frustration, letting out a stream of curses, "FUCK!"

It was definitely something to witness; Theodore Nott throwing shit around, face red, frustration flowing through his body, fangs still out, eyes still golden and rimmed red.

When he finally stopped and sat next to you, huffing, you pursed your lips, "how do you think she found out?" Theodore shook his head with a shrug, "no clue. There's only a few people in the school who know what I am."

"And those people are..." Theodore rolled his eyes at your tone, "Draco, Pansy, Blaise, and a few girls I feed on," he paused for a second and turned to look at you, "are you sure you told no one? It could have easily slipped out when you talked to your friends, or even when you fucking sleep."

"How does something like that just slip out of someone's lips? If you don't want to trust me, then fucking don't, but next time, don't just assume."

Theodore was obviously having trouble believing you. He had no reason not to trust you, you were just at the wrong place at the wrong time that day, and now he was a wreckless, paranoid mess. It scared you and made you angry all at the same time.

You wanted to continue reassuring him, but that wasn't in your best interest, so you left.

@insideoutjulie