#pls try to build the plot up properly

[optimal-spark]

Finally continuing ES with season 2 after holding off so long and I’ve spent most of the initial episode just

Animation quality seems lowered in some aspects(mainly with Starscream and others’ faces I can’t put my finger on. It)? Some of the characterization changed is… infuriating. Some of it seems hopeful, but the bulk is just irksome

Starscream’s biggest issue with Megs is suddenly just that he’s a traitor, BD is dumbed down mainly capable of saying “smash”, the bots have no issues fighting on a public highway around people, the Chaos Terran is… just thrashing around punching and kicking and head butting stuff prompting the most outlandish dialogue from BD. “Not all the cons are bad guys, right mom?” To “Decepticons are all evil! It’s even in the name!” Is something I’d heard about but good lord

From the get go the scenes cut abruptly into a new one. Which is so insanely jarring. And it’s really hard to track any of it. It just immediately feels rushed. If it keeps up this way I may just have to drop it and glean vital plot info from others’ summaries. I mainly just wanted to see Prowl, Megs and co 😭

Nightshade at least seems normal, as does Elita. And some of the others

Really hope this improves as it goes on but based on what I’ve heard I’m wary

[sylusmisshunter]

18+ MDNI

Falling to his knees

CW : smut, explicit sexual content, NSFW, porn without plot (pwp), power dynamics (dom!reader/sub!sylus), pussy drunk, crying during sex, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, begging, desperation, emotional vulnerability (sylus breaking down), dirty talk, strip tease, oral fixation, face sitting, possessive behaviour, rough sex.

wc : idk honestly, I closed my eyes and started typing while imagining

note : okay so I was sleeping while daydreaming about sylus and suddenly this thought of tied up pussy drunk sylus whimpering and begging crossed my mind and my sleep went to eat some grass. So I instantly opened Tumblr to write about it. Now, sub!sylus lives rent free inside my head. Hope you all enjoy it lol hahah anyways, Pls show love by reblogging, liking and commenting on my posts! I'd really appreciate that!💓 That being said, enjoy the fic.

Also, ask me anything on my page or feel free to request anything for me to write. I'd love to indulge in your fantasies! Loads of love,

💋

You don’t even have to touch him.

Sylus is already on his knees, eyes wide, pupils blown, lips parted and trembling as he stares up at you like you're the only thing tethering him to reality. His breath comes in broken pants, hands shaking at his sides, knuckles white from how tightly he's gripping the edge of the plush ottoman like it might anchor him through the storm of want ripping him apart.

You haven’t even taken your clothes off yet.

Being apart for a week and phone calls filled with him teasing you until you're so desperate that you had to satisfy yourself with just your fingers. Which did nothing to sate your hunger for him. So, the first thing you did after coming back home to him is torture him senseless at the banquet you both attended. Giving him flirty, seductive eyes, touching him mockingly. Sylus is a calm and collected man, he has a lot of self restraint, but tonight, you're crossing every single boundary in public which is sending him reeling on you as soon as you both get back to his bedroom.

Of course, you being the minx who's trying to get revenge, denied him what he wanted and asked him if he really wants it, he should properly beg for it while being on his knees.

"Strip for me," you say, soft and lazy, leaning against the doorframe like you're bored, like you don't already feel the wet heat building between your thighs from the way he's fucking whimpering just from looking at you. Sylus looks like he’s in pain.

“Kitten-” his voice cracks, raw and needy, like just your name is enough to make him fall apart. "Please. Please don’t make me wait-"

You tilt your head, watching him coolly. "That wasn’t a suggestion."

He shudders, obedient even in agony. His fingers go to the buttons of his shirt, trembling, fumbling, like his brain can't focus on something as mundane as clothing with you in front of him. You watch every inch of skin revealed with calculated detachment, letting your silence stretch out, making him more frantic. The shirt drops. Then the belt. Then the pants and boxers, pooling around his ankles as he kicks them with desperation.

He’s already hard. Painfully hard, flushed deep, twitching against his lower stomach, leaking so much precum it’s glossy at the tip. He’s shaking. Embarrassed. Beautiful.

You walk toward him slowly. Agonizingly slowly. Each click of your heels across the floor makes him twitch like he’s being edged by sound alone. When you stop in front of him and reach for the zipper of your dress, you swear he holds his breath.

You don't pull it down right away. Instead, you slide a hand down your own side, slow and seductive, brushing just beneath the swell of your breasts where the fabric clings tight. His eyes follow every motion like he’s starving.

You hum. "So desperate already. You haven’t even gotten a taste."

"Please let me taste," he gasps, like it's killing him. "Please, I can’t-...please, I’ll be good-" he starts to inch forward towards you, pupils blown wide, face flushed red.

“You’re already whining and I’ve barely touched you,” you murmur, drawing the zipper down an inch. Just enough to expose your shoulder. “What happens when I let you fuck me? Are you going to cry for it?”

He makes a noise that doesn’t sound human. Half sob, half moan, and he nods frantically, eyes shining, actually shining with unshed tears. Pathetic.

"Sweetie, don't do this to me-.." He chokes "I’m losing my fucking mind, I need you-"

You drop the dress. It slides off your body like silk, pooling at your feet, leaving you in nothing but thin black lingerie, lace barely covering your breasts, matching panties soaked through from teasing him.

Sylus whimpers. He fucking whimpers. "Oh, god—fuck, I can’t-.." His body shudders, something in him shifts. You step close enough for him to smell you. His mouth opens. He leans forward instinctively, as if drawn by gravity itself. But you stop him with a hand under his chin.

"Uh-uh." You tilt his head up. "You don’t touch until I say. Now be a good boy for me will you, sylus?"

His entire body is shaking. "Yes. Yes, I’ll wait. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good, just, just let me look, please-"

You indulge him. One leg forward, your foot between his knees, slowly rolling your hips as you peel off your bra, keeping eye contact the entire time. The second your cunt is bare and right in front of him, Sylus breaks. His face scrunches up as his jaw tightens like he's physically fighting the urge to just drop all the morals and take you right then and there. But no. You hook your thumbs into the waistband of your panties and pull them down slowly.

Sylus groans, visibly struggles not to move. “Keep your hands behind your back,” you order. “And don’t speak unless I tell you to.”

"Yes, Kitten."

You step closer and rest one bare thigh against his cheek. He leans into it like it’s the sun.

"You don’t get to touch me until I say. You don’t get to come until I say. But you’re going to watch me, knowing exactly how I smell, how I look, and you’re going to sit there and suffer with it. That's your punishment for teasing me for a whole week."

His whole body trembles. “Yes, I'm sorry, yes, please-”

You glide your hand down between your legs, fingertips slipping into your slick folds, spreading wetness across your skin. Then you bring your fingers to his mouth and press them against his lips.

He moans, high and needy and opens, tongue sliding along your fingers like it’s the only thing keeping him sane. You slide them deeper. He sucks, eyes fluttering closed, whimpering softly.

"Good boy," you purr. "You’re already shaking."

"I c-can’t-" he gasps around your fingers. “I can’t sweetie, please...please-"

You yank your fingers out. He chokes on air.

You push him flat onto his back. And then straddle his face. He gasps, mouth open, tongue out, tears streaming as he grips your thighs like a man drowning. The second your pussy meets his mouth, he lets out a noise, a sob and starts eating you like it’s his first and last meal.

Sloppy. Loud. Desperate.

You grind down hard, smearing slick across his cheeks, and he moans, fucking moans, like he gets off on just serving. His nose nudges your clit. His tongue plunges into you. And when you come, shaking, gasping his name, he’s whimpering again muttering thank yous all while devouring your cunt.

You lean back, off his mouth, and take in the wreck of him. “Do you want to fuck me now?” you whisper.

He nods, rapid and frantic. He looks absolutely wrecked and divine with his face flushed beet red, his hair disheveled, all over the place, lips puffy, so messy, so yours with your cum all over his face.

"Please," he sobs. "Please let me fuck you. I can’t- I can’t breathe, I need you, I’ll be whatever you want, I’ll never disobey again, just please, let me in-"

You hum as you guide him onto his back and sink down onto his cock in one brutal stroke.

He let's out a guttural groan, his eyes squeezing shut in ecstasy as he just ascended the last step to heaven.

“FUCK! sweetie, you'll be the death of me!” He breathes on to your neck.

You ride him slow, squeezing around him. You bend down and whisper filth in his ear while he sobs beneath you, hands clutching your waist like he’s holding onto reality itself.

"Don't move or else I'm getting off of your cock." You demand as you slowly, painfully slide up and down his throbbing cock, chasing your pleasure. He's stretching you out so beautifully.

"You feel so divine, thank you, thank you!" His hips involuntarily jerk upwards as if wanting more of your warm cunt enveloping his cock. You immediately stop your movements as your hand fists his hair and yank his head back as he whimpers again. He almost sneers. For a moment you thought he'd lose control but he doesn't instead his hands rest tenderly on your waist as he mutters an apology shaking his head while he hangs his head low pressing kisses to your shoulder blades.

You start moving again, this time a bit harder as his body heats up and a tear slips down his eye with how good you're making him feel. You feel your own climax nearing as you chase your orgasm, rolling your hips on his dick and bouncing on him.

When you finally give him permission, he breaks.

“Come for me,” you whisper.

That's all it takes. Hot cum floods inside you as Sylus trembles, sobs, and begs your name like it’s the only word he’s ever known. You don’t stop. You keep moving, milking every drop from him, even as he sobs, actual tears now, chest heaving, nails digging into your thighs. Your own orgasm crashes into you like a tidal wave, stars dance behind your eyes as your grip on his hair tightens riding through it.

When he’s gone, wrecked, silent but for his ragged breathing, you finally cradle his face in your hands.

He blinks up at you, dazed. "I’m sorry," he whispers. "I'll never do it again, my lady."

You kiss him. Wet, sloppy, needy, full of love and he returns the kiss with the same fire.

“Don’t apologize,” you murmur. “You begged beautifully.”

His lashes flutter. "...I did?"

You smile. "Like a good boy."

He smiles, the big bad onychinus' leader pathetic for his woman loves being called a good boy by her. This side is only for her and no one else.

[musicalcompanions]

911 fan here and i liked your analysis of the current state of the show, but i wanted to ask if you think buddie can still happen or if you think bucktommy getting back together is more likely?

i dont want to lose hope of buddie happening but i don't feel like the show is going in that direction right now and i guess i wanted a more unbiased take

Hey anon,

Sorry for taking a while to reply, but I’m glad you liked my analysis. I was just trying to give an outsiders perspective on the show.

And I’ll be honest here with my impression. I could be totally off, because I am more of a casual viewer and I don’t engage much with shipping in this show so I probably don’t know every bts details and show history. What I can and will give you is a casual fan view of where the show is going with Buddie and Bucktommy.

Firstly, for Buddie, I think it’s complicated.

For Buddie to go canon, at least this season, I think the show would have had to lay more groundwork than they have done so far. As much as the fandom is aware of it, a considerable portion of GA probably doesn’t see it and the logical thing would be to take it slow, give hints here and there, and slowly build towards it. I don’t think they’ve put in that work so far, but, then again, Buck figuring out he’s bi and his relationship with Tommy was very fast passed so, maybe, they’ll fast track it again, which I don’t think would be the proper way to develop this ship.

What also does make it seem unlikely to me is that Eddie’s basically been reduced to a recurring role, if not guest star, in the second half of S8. I don’t think this would be the case if they were going in the Buddie direction.

I’m also not in the fandom enough to know if the actors are straightforward or if they like to mislead fans so the big reveals land more effectively, so this could be a wrong analysis, but I saw a Ryan interview (which I think is recent, pls correct me if I’m wrong) in which he basically called Buck a brother and I don’t think this would be the language he’d be using if he was aware of the intention of Buddie going canon.

I also don’t think this plot would be something that the actors would find out on the spot. There would certainly be talks beforehand so he’d have to know it for a while before it went canon. If the interview is recent and he’s being truthful, then I’d say no plans for Buddie canon rn.

Plus, 911 has never seem like a show that likes to hide things from it’s viewers or make grand plans, the show just is what it is and I think what’s shown on screen should be taken at face value. I don’t see some huge set up leading to Buddie canon rn tbh.

The whole Buck living in Eddie’s house thing is interesting and could lead somewhere, maybe it’s feelings realization maybe it’s not… maybe it’s just them as roommates until Buck finds somewhere new or Eddie leaves again. I’m really unsure of Eddie’s future. He’s got basically no storylines developing rn, he’s not even integrated in most of the other characters storylines.

Almost feels like a phase out for the character, but could also just be that the actor had less episodes this season for whatever reason (maybe another project) and will be back for s9. What I find weird is that if they wanted a mcd and Ryan wanted to leave then Eddie might’ve been the character to kill off from a conviniente standpoint or they thought the backlash would be worse if it was Eddie? Idk, the character is in a weird spot rn and I don’t think he’d be there if Buddie was going canon soon, you know?

Overall, I don’t see Buddie happening this season and, if it does, I think it will probably just be too rushed and not properly developed. So, I hope, that if the plan is that they start laying out the groundwork and build towards it in the next season.

That being said for Buddie, I think the show does have plans for Tommy/Bucktommy, I can’t say for sure what they are, but they’re there. They had the perfect way to write Tommy out after the breakup, but he’s come back and he’s been in like half (?) of the second part of S8 episodes so far. Why bring him back if there’s not a planned pay off? (Maybe I’m expecting too much coherence from the show).

Firstly, he slept with Buck, indicated interest in rekindling the relationship and then he left with some very clearly unresolved issues with Buck. I don’t know why that interaction would be there if it weren’t build up for another talk on their relationship (if for the good or the bad, I can’t tell). Then he came back for the lab rescue and that whole “I’m doing it for you” thing was very deliberately placed there…

All this leads me to think he and Buck will, at least, have a talk about their relationship and where they stand and where they want to go. If Bucktommy was truly over, there was no need for any of those interactions. All of those plots could’ve been achieved via other characters or maybe even new characters.

And, lastly, Tommy didn’t have to be in the funeral episode, but he was… and that opening emergency could’ve been anyone else saving Bobby, but they put Tommy there. That also feels deliberate and, for the first time in a while, Tommy’s character existed outside of Buck’s. Since they got together, Tommy’s character has basically revolved around Buck, but in that scene, it didn’t.

Maybe I’m looking too much into it, but it kind of feels like integrating him a bit more in the narrative? Reminding GA that he used to be in the 118. Idk why they’d do this if they didn’t have something in mind for the character… I don’t know exactly what is it that they want to do with Tommy. Could be good, could be bad (depending on where you stand in the fandom), but there’s something.

In the end, Io think they’ll tackle Bucktommy relationship status by the end of the season, I just don’t know exactly which way it will go. Maybe they’ll use it as building step for Buddie feeling realization, but I haven’t really gotten the vibe that’s where they’re heading so far. Again, I’m just a casual fan so this could be wrong.

What did confuse me a bit were the talks about Buck having feelings for Eddie, both with Tommy and Maddie. When I first saw it, I thought it could lead to Buddie feeling realization, but now, I think it could also just be the writers talking directly to the audience “why does everyone want me to be in love with my best friend?” as a way to indicate they’re not going there…

This is very long, but, basically, idk. I don’t think it’s heading in the Buddie direction rn and I do think there will be some Bucktommy resolution, which can go anyway tbh.

Hope that somewhat answered your question anon.

[fictionnatic]

Best Night Ever

Pairing: Inumaki x Female Reader

Summary: You and Inumaki have been together for a while. He's amazing however, there is something you want to hear him say. And on a date one day, he did the unexpected.

Setting: Canon setting

Tags: Fluff, established relationship

A/n: This is my first fanfic so sorry if it's bad(I think it's too long and descriptive for a first. And I feel like I didn't focus on the plot properly), I'll take criticism but pls be respectful🤧. Also, sorry it took a while(I had to study his onigiri language🙂). And thank you to @lainschizophrenia for this wonderful idea.

Inumaki is a great boyfriend. You've been with him since the start of second year of high school. And ever since then, all he's ever done are good things. Although he has a very limited vocabulary of onigiri ingredients, his actions tells you he loves you and you love him too.

You have gotten used to his language, you understand it even..however, deep inside there is one thing you've always wanted him to say. You do understand that would be near impossible considering he has to lessen the words he says to protect those around him so in a way..you forgot about it.

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It's a Saturday evening, and Maki is helping you get ready for a date with your boyfriend. Yep, you're going on a date, a little date somewhere in campus to be exact. It was unexpected to say the least. He asked you out yesterday after class through a little note he so graciously slipped in your pocket while he was walking you to your room.

"Is this too casual?" you asked Maki. "Girl, you look great and besides Inumaki thinks your beautiful even with a bed head". " How do you know that?". "He told me..and Panda, even showed a pic-". "Excusemehehidwhat?" You exclaimed. "Ehehe.. that's a story for another time..you don't want to be late to your date do you". "Oh right! Bye Maki!" And with that you bolted out your room.

You were exiting the dorm buildings when you spotted your boyfriend waiting for you. "Ah Inumaki!" You excitedly called as you were jogging to him. "Kelp!(He's happy to see you)" He opened his arms for a hug that you obviously accepted. You stayed like that for a while, until you asked "Soo.. where is this place you wanted to take me?". "Tuna tuna!(There!)" With his cute smile, he pointed to the direction of the bridge just near the dorms.

A/n: To help visualization

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"Oh okay! Let's go then". He then held his hand for you to hold and you both walked to your destination.

It was a calm night, the moon is bright, the stars are visible.. and a beautiful dinner set in front of you. A table centered by roses and lights surrounding you. You looked toward Inumaki in awe and he seemed to be just as flustered as you. "I..don't know what to say. This is amazing!". "Tuna mayo!(I know cause it's for you)". The way he said it made it clear he put a lot of thought into this.

You both made your way to sit. And before you do, your gentleman of a boyfriend helped you sit first. You appreciated the gesture and felt your cheeks warm up. A giggle escaped Inumaki's lips seeing your face.

Looking at the table you realized he prepared your favorite dish for you. You smiled and teasingly said "This is different from what you usually do.. you got something up your sleeve?". "Tuna mayo!(heyy, how did you know?*cute pouty face hehe*)". You laughed at his response until he slipped out what seems to be a letter.

Inumaki handed it to you "Tuna tuna(here it's for you)". "Oh" you took it and then continued "do you want me to open it now?". "Salmon!" He responded excitedly.

You nodded and opened the short letter. It read:

Dear (Name),

We've been together for a while. You have been one of the best things that happened in my life. I want you to know that. I try to make you feel loved and appreciated. And there is one thing that I would like to say..

The letter ended.

You were confused. "Uhh Inumaki what did you want to say? I mea-".

"I Love You"

Huh, did you hear that right. "Eh?" You quickly looked to your boyfriend. "I.. said I..Love you so very much"

There it is, the one thing you wanted to hear from him. The feelings you buried deep inside have been fulfilled. You were overjoyed and felt tears welling in your eyes..tears of joy.

Seeing you're about to cry Inumaki immediately jumped from his chair to you. "Takana?(Why are you crying?*worried tone*)".

"No I'm fine it's just you saying that is so new..? I got so used to your language I didn't expect you to say that like...I-I Love you too."

Wow, that was a mess. And the tears are still falling. Without saying anything else Inumaki just hugged you until you calmed down.

At this point you forgot about the dinner,and you didn't even care.. just those words from the love of your life had made this night the perfect night..the best night.

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A/n: I don't know if I translated or used the onigiri language correctly😪 but anyway what do yall think? (Btw, special mention to Maki hehe)

[whinlatter]

author's note | chapter 12: scarecrow🪞

thank you soooo much for reading chapter 12 of beasts. january was long for all of us, but january 1999 was especially long for the worried youngest weasley, stomping around in the highlands snow going through that all too common and deeply humiliating experience: trying to get a text back from a man. embarrassing! pls know the response to this chapter has knocked my socks off and as a thank you i have given you many unsolicited words on mirrors, weird latin names, and thestral erections. to paraphrase movie molly weasley... just what you all wanted, actually! (plus the smallest of sneak peeks at chapter 13)...

✨ spoilers for this chapter below the cut  ✨

writing notes and headcanons:

curse you/bless you chapter 12: my god this chapter took SO long to figure out. not just because of real life ramp up (cheers again for being patient legends with this), but just because i couldn’t for the life of me decide how to structure or pace it, kept writing scenes then scrapping them or deciding to keep them for later then repeating that ad infinitum. it had about five different opening scenes til i figured out how it needed to start. i know a lot of fic writers will have discovered this long before i did, but it’s such hard work when you know what the arc of a chapter should be, what the main plot points that need to happen are, where the emotional beats should come, but need to actually write a lot of building-block scenes to create that sense of pace and mood to build up to the important scenes, as well as also weaving together plot-threads that need to happen at this point in the fic in order to set up the later stages. this is how i learned that writing a service/‘turning point’ chapter (and this is, in many ways, a turning point chapter for a lot of different plots) is really really hard. part of the trouble is that to earn the relief and the dam breaking you have to write so many little scenes to create a sense of build up, and because those scenes are sort of service-scenes it’s so easy for them to be boring to write and, usually, boring to read. some realisations about what needed to happen happened way too late (there were no governors in this chapter as of like january 28th lmao. i was out on a walk and swear i stopped dead on the path when i remembered that the governors exist and i could use em to start to add the state in a more meaningful way, and especially the encroachment of the outside world on the castle.) when i posted i was feeling VERY uncertain about the chapter and just wanted it to be out so i could move on from it so honestly the response to it has been like the biggest loveliest shock ever. thanks forever lads. the gems i've been left in the comment section and the askbox will stay with me for a long time.

mirrors: this chapter is structured around the idea of the mirror (sylvia getting us going with the poem, sorry you ended up kicking off a chapter in a harry potter fanfiction mate). it begins with little ginny unable to look herself in the eye in the leaky cauldron’s talking mirror (that freaks her out - where does the mirror keep its brain?). it ends with ginny holding the two-way mirror, looking her own reflection, then watching it fade into harry’s as the two of them finally speak and connect after starting, for the first time, to be properly honest with each other. partly this is me wanting ginny to have a different way to talk to harry, something more honest that doesn’t let her cultivate or craft false versions of her days in letters but actually speak face-to-face much more honestly, and that is harry showing he gets that writing is a more loaded act for ginny than it might be for others. but what i hoped to convey was the idea that the mirror has other significance. the mirror is such an important image and device in harry potter - the mirror of erised, that shows you who you truly are and what you really want; the chipped mirror in the girls’ bathroom that leads to the chamber of secrets, where malfoy will later break down when called upon to do crimes he can’t bear to (plus hermione carrying one to look around corners with the basilisk); the foe glass mirror that shows you when your enemies are close; the two-way mirror itself, the item with the most tragic irony (a lifeline to sirius harry doesn't use to devastating consequences, the portal to malfoy manor that saves the day and costs dobby his life) etc. “what do you see when you look in the mirror?” - it's a line dumbledore first utters in PoS, and that comes back in DH, when harry is grappling with the idea that dumbledore might have lied to him about the answer (the socks are convincing nobody). it’s such a good mission statement for some of the themes that run through the series at large: who are we, really, what is the contents of our soul, who will we be (it is our choices that define us etc). harry potter as a series is also full of mirrors in its structure (see this on the books as mirror pairs), and narrative mirrors are a really important device in characterisation (most of all harry/TMR, the two orphans, but also sirius and snape, ron and draco etc). like most female characters in the series, ginny’s narrative mirror is a bit underdeveloped, but it does really seem to be bellatrix, the narration drawing them into association on multiple occasions to compare and contrast them as characters. (hermione’s is like - what, pansy? develop female characters jkr i beg). canon romantic pairings don't get to be properly fleshed out mirrors of each other, in part because they're a) all het pairings and b) het pairingswhere the female character is either excessively idealised and/or underwritten. it's fic writers' job to problematise, unpack and challenge basically errrrrr all of that. to that end, then...

hinny & mirrors: … what i wanted to suggest is that part of what makes hinny so compelling is the idea that harry and ginny at times come as close as being mirrors of each other of the canon ships, in ways that hinny writers can play with/tease out/develop as a canon coherent choice. i’ve talked previously about how we might see sirius and ginny as narrative mirrors in some ways. but i think harry and ginny are mirror characters too, to some extent. it's not just that they're extremely similar. the harry and ginny plotline as rendered in the series starts to happen the moment ginny starts being herself in ootp, and the two of them are able to see each other clearly and see themselves in the other person. there’s also a reason HBP and CoS are the mirror image books by design, harry and ginny literally paralleling each other with the prince’s book and the diary etc. even their respective journey to their own death mirrors the other person's. playing with the mirror as the item that brings harry and ginny back together after their conflict is therefore me doing a bit of a wink and a nod to this idea: harry and ginny on this journey to seeing themselves as equals, as two sides of a coin. the mirror as a device inherently invites character to see themselves clearly, and, in the case of a two-way mirror, invites the character to consider who they see themselves in, who is their reflection, who is their opposite number. ginny finding her way to a mirror where she can both see her own face and yet also call on harry's is a big moment for her starting to think about who she is, what she wants, and also start to grapple with how she feels about her own selfhood, her soul, her morality, her past. on harry’s part, him mending the mirrors and starting to use them - the mirrors he vowed he would never use with sirius, and that are so connected to his guilt over sirius’ death - is such an important step. it’s (literally) him picking up the pieces and rebuilding the mirror and his connection to another person he sees as his family, moving past his grief and guilt to try to see and be seen more clearly by the person he loves. we know when harry potter looks into the mirror of erised, he sees his family: here we have harry, having come a long way in having to confront, acknowledge, unpack and apologise for some of what he’s asked of ginny over the years, lifting up the mirror given to him by his dead family member and seeing his new family, the family of his future.

on the break up that wasn't... two months of getting the nicest most polite threats in the inbox if i broke harry and ginny up… lads. i would never! the scarecrow of the chapter title is partly a reference to ginny's fears - the inquiry, the forest - but ultimately about her relationship with harry, which she fears is in jeopardy - a fear that, ultimately, turns out to be baseless. part of my point in the hinny plot for this fic is to write a version of them that sees them growing up, and especially growing up together, not burning things down or being emotionally immature and dramatic, but doing the quiet boring grown-up work of learning to become a team, and learning it together. break-up plotlines can work beautifully (and i will always devour them), but i knew it wasn’t going to be a part of this fic as i imagined it. i wanted these two burn-it-all-down impulsive characters not to go for the nuclear option, which they might do in other relationships in their lives, and instead do something arguably harder: commit to doing thinking and reflecting and owning up to where they’ve both gone wrong along the way, because they care about what they’re building between them. there are all sorts of general writing love stories manifesto issues in this for me (people can grow and change and learn when they’re in healthy relationships, the only catalyst for growth in a relationship doesn’t have to be a breakup, female centric dramatic arcs don’t have to be break-up centred even though lots of brilliant ones are). but there are also some hinny specific points i wanted to make. the main one is that one of the things i like most about harry and ginny as a couple is that in canon their drama is largely external to their relationship. they’re just two people who properly like each other, get each other, bring out the best in each other, want to hang out and build something together, despite all they’ve been through. they're two characters that canonically just want to hang out and talk to each other, in a really nice way but also, i think, quite a healthy way too that would see them in good stead in their conflicts. post war hinny absolutely have issues and blindspots and skewed dynamics to confront. they have things to learn and they are going to fuck up (harry hurry up ya thinkin and write her back you dickhead). but it’s my view that they’re not going to have a big dramatic screaming breakup, they’re going to muddle through and figure it out, because what’s true about hinny is that it’s a ship where its two participants are emotionally mature, kind to each other, and ultimately constructive even when they aren’t always with other characters lol. that's my two cents anyway!

quidditch: this WAS in this chapter originally and then it got shunted to chapter 13. partly because this chapter had far too many plots already but also (i think) it’ll make more sense there for lots of juicy reasons. so that’s why you have that cop out line at the start about quidditch practices being on pause x because the author can’t juggle very many balls at once :)

death eater recruitment, or: why are young people drawn to dark magic? what i wanted in this chapter was to have a political flashpoint that kingsley, the politician, can use as a catalyst for the thing he really wants, which is an inquiry into hogwarts, as a microcosm of the wider wizarding world and the symbol of its future. the inquiry should happen, but, in reality, it would take political will to make it happen. it was important for me to have the catalyst for the inquiry be something that would really galvanise and piss off the DA, namely why does everyone care so much about the kids they hate getting involved in violent blood supremacist politics and not care about the victims of death eater hate. of course, the DA are understandably fuming: they suffered so much for fighting against death eaters, and they want their story of persecution and of resistance to be told. but the elephant in the room, and what's awkward in these little moments of right-wing talking points on the wireless or in the press or parents of death eater children pleading for understanding is that, actually, there is quite an important question at play here, which is, wait why would a fourteen year old kid or whatever want to go out and kill muggles? isn't that fucked up? how much agency do we give them? when is it grooming, when is it someone being actively hoodwinked (including the possibility of the imperius curse), and when is it an active choice of intent that deserves punishment? didn't all of that recruitment of young people for extremist politics happen before the war? aren't there child soldiers on both sides of this conflict, and if so, is that ok? how did that happen? these are uncomfortable questions that defy easy answers. they're questions that will sharpen and take on new life in the form of the inquiry for our protagonist and for the DA and resistance as a whole. i am so so excited to develop it let me tell ya!

the governors thinking ginny is dead: this - bleakly - is canon! in CoS, the governors think ginny has already died, that’s why they ask dumbledore to come back. (“Well, you see, Lucius,” said Dumbledore, smiling serenely, “the other eleven governors contacted me today. It was something like being caught in a hailstorm of owls, to tell the truth. They’d heard that Arthur Weasley’s daughter had been killed and wanted me back here at once...") wouldn't dumbledore correct them when ginny was out of the chamber? a question for future chapters...

what's in a name: wouldn't be hp worldbuilding without trying to come up with some good latin and/or greek names to hint at character traits. this chapter we had to stick in a load of minor new characters (human and otherwise), so to google we went. we have benignus tuft, the governor - benignus giving us benign, so someone who is at best harmless and mild, but at worst ineffective and sort of useless. we have another governor, coelamus (koelemos), minor deity or spirit, god of stupidity and foolishness (of course ginny isn't dead you idiot). for the thestrals, we know hagrid named one of them, his favourite in canon, who is called tenebrus, like tenebrous, in english, meaning shadowy or obscure (from the latin tenebrae, meaning darkness). so the other thestrals got their names on a similar theme: caligo (darkness, fog, mist) anima (in some variations, the soul), and umbra (shadow). umbra's got a little deathly bun in the oven, which is going to need a name, too - much like a certain owl...

thestrals: the worldbuilding around thestral and thestral breeding was maybe the most fun but strangest part of this chapter to write (i googled a lot of stuff about horse pregnancy and birth and saw images i do not wish to see again). i will thank david yates for giving me the idea and then go back to never thanking him ever again. in canon, we know the thestrals live in the forest and that ginny is familiar with their habits as early as ootp, long before she's able to see them ('because in case you hadn’t noticed, you and hermione are both covered in blood,' she said coolly, 'and we know hagrid lures thestrals with raw meat, so that’s probably why these two turned up in the first place…', in ootp) the only thing we know about the hogwarts' thestrals' origins is dean thomas accidentally insulting firenze ("did hagrid breed you, like the thestrals?”). this is hardly concrete knowledge or evidence, so in this chapter i wanted to play with the idea of hagrid quite readily admitting he doesn't really know how thestrals come to breed, part of these magical mysteries of the natural world that are beyond wizarding knowledge. we do know, though, that thestrals have some connection with death, especially to bearing witness and processing it. i think they're one of the most intriguing and poignant images in canon (retconning over their visibility aside, joanne), and i'm excited for the plot that explores these themes and ideas as the different plots start to wind together. (a spoilery clue for ya: hagrid mentions time periods where the thestral herd has previously grown... thank you to @saintsenara, the real unsung hero/brains behind the operation, who puts up with all of my inane questions and thinking at her and always proves enormously and generously helpful, especially in this instance with some crucial date deets). also i took out a joke about thestral erections because it wasn't the vibe and i think we can all agree that is for the best.

songs from the playlist for these chapters:

had to wap out the celtic vibes on at least one song now we're back in the castle ya feel! neko case, herself a ginger goddess, has provided too many great songs for inspo for this fic and one of my favourite's of hers is in this week's batch (the most tender place in my heart is for strangers/i know it's unkind but my own kind is much too dangerous). the hinny songs for this week are star by mitski (that love is like a star, it's gone/we just see it shining/it's traveled very far/i'll keep a leftover light burning/so you can keep looking up/isn't that worth holding on?) and comrade sweetheart by my beloved bonny light horseman/anaïs mitchell (who's going to bind up your wounds? who when the wildflowers bloom? no other lover but you... in the dusk of my days.) it's about the blessing of time, the hinny DH parting gift! hours and days and maybe years baby!

underwater by the national | tuttle's reel by lorkin o'reilly | hold on, hold on by neko case | comrade sweetheart by bonny light horseman | me & my dog by boygenius | coolest fucking bitch in town by haley blais | star by mitski

and a wee sneak peek of chapter 13... (the inevitable line now harry and ginny basically have wizard facetime):

'Gin. For fuck's sake. Stop. Dropping. The mirror. On your own face.'

[sie-rui]

omg..... drummer chifuyu au pls its 5am and i suddenly thought of this i'm actually about to go bald

❀ NOISE COMPLAINTS | TOKYO REVENGERS 🤍 matsuno chifuyu's friendship with baji keisuke 💿 general headcanon, platonic relationship, fluff, crack, plot twist, canon compliant. 📅 june 29, 2021 🔗 masterlist ,, song: drawing days

matsuno chifuyu is a drummer. baji keisuke finds out. it deepens their friendship, kind of.

☆ When Baji first found a friend in Chifuyu, he didn’t expect him to be the same guy that played the drums at ungodly hours of the night and eliciting groans from everyone in the building.

☆ Seriously, how had he not been kicked out yet?

☆ Baji lives in the fifth floor and Chifuyu on the second but he can hear it as if he’s in the apartment next to his.

☆ Baji has a lot to complain about it but it can wait since he’s enjoying the peyoung yakisoba Chifuyu bought.

☆ He only really found out once he took a peek in Chifuyu’s room and saw the drumset before he went:

"YOU-!!" "W-What??" "I haven't been sleeping properly because of you!"

☆ Chifuyu literally goes “??” before “Ahhh” and then a sheepish apology.

☆ When Chifuyu was younger, he got a lot of bottled up anger in him. Probably because he didn’t actually grow up with adult supervision. As a child, that would damage you. Since acting out didn’t work, he resorted to just hitting something. When hitting people did not work, that’s when he found the drums.

☆ That was also when everyone in the apartment building learned to fear the days he’s in an off mood.

☆ Everyone just immediately knows that something is wrong when Numb starts playing in full volume with Chifuyu banging the drums in anger rather than trying to actually make music.

☆ No one really did kick him out because other than the drumming in random hours of the day or night and being an absolute delinquent, Chifuyu is a pleasant kid. Somewhat.

☆ Literally sparkles when they pass by a music store and Baji feels like he can excuse the drumming if it means seeing Chifuyu this happy.

☆ Loses himself when playing, with his eyes close and head bobbing, and it’s mesmerizing.

☆ There are three different types of drummer Chifuyu. The one that just plays random beats which shows that he’s just playing around and his consciousness isn’t really there. The one that plays upbeat happy Japanese songs means he’s in a great mood. And the one that blasts Linkin Park at 3 in the goddamn morning.

☆ When the wild Chifuyu appears (third one), Baji will find himself going down the stairs and knocking at the Matsuno door. Might as well comfort him since he isn’t getting some sleep anytime soon.

☆ When Chifuyu isn’t playing at some time of the night like a psychopath, Baji supports him. He’s got to admit, Chifuyu’s good. Now if only he stops waking everyone up with his mood swings.

"Chifuyu, you’re amazing, buddy." "O-Oh, Baji-san-" "But please shut the fuck up. It's two in the goddamn morning and we have class tomorrow." "You mean later?" "I'm gonna fucking kill you."

☆ Chifuyu broke so many pens in his lifetime because he kept on using them as drumsticks on his notebooks during classes.

☆ When there’s an announcement in class, he’s in charge in drum rolls and it’s hilarious.

☆ The teachers tried getting him to join the music club but he reluctantly refused because of his loyalty to Toman. He can't balance both.

☆ Taps his foot in some beat that switches up every now and then and Baji finds this interesting. Chifuyu doesn’t even notice he does it.

☆ Closes his eyes when listening to songs and tapping either a surface or his arm with the beat. Baji later finds him replaying the same song with his drums.

☆ When the two of them were ganged up on on their way home, Chifuyu whacked a person with his drumstick.

“Why the hell do you have that?” "I don't even remember bringing it with me, to be honest."

☆ Takes care of his drums as if they were his children.

☆ Honestly, Chifuyu can’t afford a room in a studio complex so he’s stuck playing in the apartment.

☆ Baji gifted him mute pads on his thirteenth birthday, it was for him and for everyone else in the apartment complex.

☆ Once tried teaching a stray cat how to play.

☆ Baji insisted that if he can teach a stray cat to do it, then he can teach Baji as well.

"Come on, Fuyu!" "... You aren't going to break it are you?" "Damn Chifuyu, and I thought that we were friends."

☆ When Baji started he realized that hey, this is actually fun.

☆ But as much as he enjoyed the drums, Baji also insisted that he’ll learn something else so that he can play along Chifuyu.

☆ Chifuyu found out he took up the guitar a week later.

☆ Everyone else in the apartment complex just groaned when those two decided to play all day so that they can learn to sync and perfect their performances.

☆ Two weeks of constant practice, they finally got to perfect a Drawing Days by Splay.

"We should get the rest of Toman to play as well so that after we graduate, we’ll make a band." "Not the worst idea you had but Mikey doesn't have the patience to learn something he isn't a genius in."

☆ Chifuyu never realized how it sometimes gets lonely playing alone until Baji literally learned an instrument just to perform with him.

☆ Everyone can say that the random 3AM performances eventually stopped after these two met.

☆ The whole apartment complex can also say that the worst performance Chifuyu ever gave was the day Baji died, not only did he play for the whole night but the guy next door could tell that he was sobbing out loud as well.

[lokiskitten]

Request for @cara-serpens !!

“Loki is tortured, really badly tortured. He may be freed from the avengers and female reader ( which he knows well as she was always friendly to him ) but nobody really cares about his condition. It’s not just injuries and pain, but also pure fear as soon as someone approaches him. Will female readers succeed in making Loki feel safe? Can she take care of his wounds on the body and in the soul and give him a feeling of secureness and comfort? How would he react?”

Loki Laufeyson | gruesome torture

Loki Laufeyson x fem!reader

plot : after finding out that the Avengers have been secretly torturing Loki instead of sending him back to Asgard, you step forward and offer him your help in hopes that he will be able to recover.

warnings : dark!avengers, mention of physical torture, electrocution, mention of open wounds.

Screams of pain echoed through the underground levels of the Avengers’ compound, fuzzy sounds accompanying the groans and whines as you stepped forward through the hallway. You had been originally tasked to check up on the building’s batteries, the box being located a few floors bellow earth- but after hearing such noises you couldn’t help but grow curious but concerned regarding who could’ve been making such sounds. Following the screams, your feet were soon to lead you until a closed door against which you pressed your ear in order to receive confirmation regarding your doubts and chosen path. The screams had to come from the inside of this closed area. Without hesitation, your hand pushed against the metallic door and allowed it to open, shock filling your organism upon stumbling onto such a horrific sight.

None but the Asgardian god of mischief who was known as Loki appeared to be tied down against a metallic table, wrists and ankles restrained by leather straps which held hip back from escaping this gruesome situation. He was receiving electric shocks coming straight from a device locked against his scalp, which had easily led his hair to get messy. However, other form of bruises appeared to cover the rest of his naked body, whether they were sealed or open wounds. By the table’s side stood Tony- visibly enjoying to provide his enemy with pain though it was none but Banner who controlled the entire torture device. Whilst Stark simply wished to see pain and fear reflect in Loki’s eyes, Banner stood there in an uncomfortable manner. You could tell Tony had probably forcefully dragged him into this mess.

You were soon to understand that your leader had lied to all of you- claiming that they had lost Loki through the battle only to be able to sneak him down here in order to make his own justice. But this simply didn’t work out for you. Banner was the first one to notice your presence, though you had to speak up in order to catch Tony’s attention. “What are you doing?” You asked, watching as Iron Man’s head lifted to make eye contact with you. He knew that now was too late to back away, and that his prideful self would have to admit what he was doing without speaking a single lie to you if he wanted to maintain his reputation. “Just giving him a taste of his own medicine.” Tony answered arrogantly, easily leading you to drift off to the doctor in hopes to make this whole thing stop. You were aware that there was no way in hell you would’ve been able to make Tony change his mind.

“Stop this.” You ordered, earning a rather uncomfortable eye contact with Bruce who then looked towards his superior as if he was physically asking him if he was allowed to obey your order. “Banner- if you do this-..” Tony began, only to end up being cut off by your determined self. “Bruce. Whatever he told you, this is not the right way.” You spoke empathetically. Thankfully, your strategy adding up to the doctor’s natural empathy ended up leading the man to stop the electricity from nourishing the machine by pressing on a simple button, both of you earning a head shake from the Avenger standing by the table. “Jesus Christ-“ Tony cursed, feet beginning to lead him towards the controllers though you were soon to stand in his way in order to stop him.

“Does Thor know about this?” You asked, hoping that reminding Tony that Loki’s brother was one of yours would make him change his mind for good. Unfortunately for you, it was rare for Iron Man to ever fear much as his huge ego held him back from doing so. “There’s a lot of things Thor doesn’t know.” Joked the man, rudely underlining the fact that he believed Thor to be a muscular idiot whilst still trying to get past you. But your tough self refused to move, which ended up leading the older man to groan in annoyance. “Fine. Two hours break for him. I wouldn’t want to skip my lunch.” Tony spoke before making his way out of the secret torture room alongside Bruce who appeared to be in pure distress. The doors closed and locked behind you, trapping you in here with poor Loki who was still attempting to recover from this tough step.

He was panting, his chest rising and dropping at quite an incredible rate. You could tell that the demigod was exhausted, and even if he had wrecked havoc around New York, you couldn’t help but feel bad for him. Carefully nearing the table, you watched as droplets of sweat ran down his bare skin- which you soon understood was water that Tony had sprayed around after removing his armor to make sure the electricity would properly pass through his body. His ankles were the first thing you freed, remaining cautious regarding his usually agressive persona. You didn’t want to risk having him put his anger out on you. “I’m gonna free your wrists now, okay? Remember, I’m doing this to help you.” You informed before undoing the upper leather straps.

Unlike what you would’ve expected, Loki’s body simply rolled to the side before falling to the floor and nearly crushing your feet- which he would have if you hadn’t backed away after freeing him. He appeared lifeless, though you could clearly tell that he was breathing due to the weak movements of his back. The poor man simply didn’t have the strength to use his powers nor move any longer- and god knew for how many hours Tony had probably left him here, through pain and torture. You were soon to assume that Loki was probably cold, his wet and bare skin being an awful duo when it came to warmth. “I’ll fetch something to warm you up.” You informed before moving away from his body, walking around the room and seeking for a blanket or other piece of clothing to offer him.

Meanwhile, the demigod found the strength to turn around and look up at your back, surprised that a human such as you who on top of that was part of the avengers would agree to help him. Groaning out of pain as he sat up on his elbows, the raven haired man carried on following each of your steps to make sure you wouldn’t attack him by surprise. Thankfully, you were soon to lay your hands on a blanket, body turning around as you approached Loki’s injured self. However, the demigod surprisingly began to place his hand before his body and lower his head- probably out of fear that you were meant to hurt him again. Besides, humiliation stole away his envy of being touched by anyone at the moment. “Pl- please.. I learned my lesson.. I can’t take anymore of it...” he admitted breathlessly, earning a sigh from you.

“I’m not here to hurt you, Loki. Even if I admit you’d deserve a good beating for wrecking havoc in this city.” You answered, his blue eyes peeking up at you in a shy manner. “It’s just a blanket. See?” You added, raising the large piece of fabric above your chest to make sure he would be able to see it properly. After waiting for a couple of seconds, Loki ended up nodding weakly, visibly agreeing to receive the blanket he was in desperate need of. “Sit up.” You asked him, just in aim to be able to wrap the clothing around his back and keep him warm. However, when the male found himself sitting up on his bum, you couldn’t help but notice the wide scars which adorned his back. They appeared healed. “Is that from Tony?.. they look old-“ You began, only to be stopped by the demigod himself.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” He responded as his hand rudely took ahold of the blanket, and all of that whilst avoiding eye contact with you. You sighed. “Fine. But looks like I’m trapped in here with you for now.. So the best we can do is remain polite.” You responded wisely before sitting down beside him as Loki wrapped the thick material around his body. It wasn’t the first time you had encountered the demigod, and you had felt surprised to see that he had stolen the Tesseract and attempted to reduce New York to dust. It just didn’t look like something he’d do. Unfortunately, your alliance with the avengers had always held you back from getting to know him better. You two made eye contact for a brief second which allowed you to notice the open wounds on his face and chest- the only part of his body which remained uncovered.

“Will you allow me to get a closer look at those? They might get infected..” you asked, tone lowering just so slightly as you remembered the way his healed scars looked. They didn’t appear as if anyone had taken care of them, which had resulted in a rather healed for sure but bumpy texture. Face to Loki’s lack of response, you decided to take the decision by yourself. Getting up from where you had been sitting, you made your way until the pharmacy cupboard which was part of Bruce’s small handmade lab. You managed to lay your hands on everything you needed- bandaids, alcohol, coton...- which now allowed you to make your way back to Loki. The raven haired man remained suspicious, looking up at you with squinted eyes and following every single one of your steps.

Upon sitting on your knees beside him, you could sense Loki attempting to move further away from you in the most discreet manner- a detail you didn’t bother to speak up about. You could understand he felt afraid and uncertain, but you were willing to prove to him that you meant ho harm or whatsoever. “Just a little bit of alcohol on a piece of coton will do just right.” You explained through your steps, keeping Loki informed of every move just like doctors did with young children. “It might sting a little, but I assume a tough guy like you went through worst, Mmh?” You joked before your hand gently started to approach Loki’s face, the man’s head backing away as you tried to reach his skin. It annoyed you.

“I’m afraid you’re gonna have to make efforts too, because otherwise we’re still gonna be here when Tony would have finished his lunch.” You explained, underlining that him constantly backing away could lead this cleaning process to take hours. After hearing this sentence, Loki’s head finally ceased to move away though his blue eyes remained on you- orbs shooting daggers and body getting ready to intervene if you ever attempted to backstab him and bring him harm. “Breath in.” You asked empathetically before allowing the alcohol coated coton to gently collide with the bruise on his nose. The poor boy winced loudly, his entire body tensing up as your arm went motionless. “I’m sorry.” You spoke, leading Loki’s eyelids to open.

“Sorry?..” he asked whilst making eye contact with you, his calm self now allowing your hand to take care of his face without letting go a single sound. “Yeah. Why?” You carried on discussing with him, believing that it was a good way of distracting his brain from the pain. Loki’s eyes looked away, orbs growing moist as he bit down on his gum. The truth was, no one had ever apologized for manhandling or neglecting him- and hearing you say such a thing to him had honestly reached and pierced through his heart within a matter of seconds. He couldn’t help but remember the horrors Thanos made him go through before he arrived in New York, and the constant conflicts with his father. However, his pride held him back from thanking you or allowing his tears to go down.

“There you go. All cleaned up.” You informed once you had finally finished to clean his face, this statement dragging Loki out of his painful thoughts. You got up from where you had been sitting in order to throw the dirty pieces of coton away and put the rest of the medical furnitures back in their place, and all of that whilst Loki allowed himself to get lost in his thoughts again. “This might cause a civil war, but I’ll inform you brother that you’re here as soon as I can.” You notified as the demigod finally found the strength to get up to his feet- blanket wrapped around his waist- though he still had to lean against the table for support. Is this what empathy feels like? The demigod asked himself as he continued to stare into the void. After such a long time spent by himself, he had forgotten about the many assets of friendship.

You kept Loki company until Tony finally unlocked the room for you to exit. Not once had the demigod thanked you for what you did and were about to do for him, and yet you still felt guilty about leaving him in Tony’s hands until you were able to find the god of thunder. However, for the first time ever, you had been able to distinguish fear and gratitude through Loki’s wealthy orbs.

I’m so sorry this took a while to write! Was having a writer’s block. But here it is now! I hope you was able to enjoy it❤️ take care.

special tag for my best friend @devilsuga who I’d heal and protect on my life if I had to.

[make-me-imagine]

Daffodils: New Beginnings

Valentines Special: Day Eight

Day One: Morning Glories  //  Day Two: Blue Salvias Day Three: Sunflowers  //  Day Four: Pink Camellias Day Five: Yellow Tulips   //  Day Six: Violets Day Seven: Lisianthus - Day Nine: Red Roses (link to post with all endings listed)

Plot: The reader keeps receiving flowers and sweet messages every day from an anonymous source leading up to Valentines Day. But who is sending them?

Choose your own character ending (coming on Valentines Day).

Gender!Neutral Reader x ???

Triggers: Brief mention of fighting        Words: 1,569

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February 13th

"You sure you’re alright?” Wanda asked as she watched your rub your shoulder. 

“I’m good, just a little sore.” you said reassuringly. 

You had been called out on a mission with Steve, Wanda, and Natasha to check out a possible hit on a SHIELD office. You managed to catch the assault team before they made it into the building, but a fight broke out. When you were fighting one of the men, he pulled you down a short flight of stairs, you banged your shoulder pretty bad, but it seemed to be alright now. 

You were riding back to the tower now, sitting in the back seat with Wanda.

“You should get your shoulder checked out when we get back, just in case.” Steve said, looking at your through the drivers mirror. 

“Is that an order Captain?” you asked with sarcasm as you leaned forward, talking to Steve over the seat. 

You could see him smirk at your question as he peaked back at you “If it has to be, then yes.” 

You smiled in amusement as you sat back in your seat “Yes sir” you said, saluting, making Wanda chuckle and Natasha and Steve smirk at your response. 

Doing just as he said, you had your shoulder scanned in the medical wing once you returned. But finding no real damage you went back to work. Entering into the large main room, you staggered back as a man carrying a large box passed by you when you came through the doors. Looking around you saw a bunch of people walking around. It took you a moment before you remembered that they were the people hired to set up the Valentines party.

This room was going to be the main room for the party, tables set up for the dinner and a stage in the front for the entertainment. Seeing through the large doors to your left, you figured that would be where the dancing would take place. 

Looking around, you could tell the color scheme was going to be gold and red, classy, but a bit gaudy in some areas. You saw Tony walk through nearby doors, explaining something to one of the decorators, turning, he spotted you. Leaving the decorator with a last instruction he walked over to you. 

“So, what do you think so far?” he asked as he stood next to you, motioning to the room. 

“No chocolate fountain?” you asked with sarcasm. 

You saw his eyes light up as he snapped his finger “A chocolate fountain!” Turning to one of the nearby people, he got their attention “Any chance of getting a chocolate fountain?” 

You rolled your eyes “Tony, that’s too much!”

“No no, it’s a good idea” he said to you before looking back to the other person who began writing something down “And get some skewers, fruit and marshmallows, it can be like a giant fondue station.” 

“That doesn’t sound very sanitary” you said with a frown.

He hesitated for a moment “No, it’ll be fine, we’ll put up a sign, no double dipping” You shook your head with a laugh as he turned fully towards you “So, how’d your little mission go?”

“Fine, we stopped the assault, arrested all of the members, Nat and Clint will be questioning them.” 

Tony opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted as someone called him from across the room “Go ahead, I’ve got to get back to work anyway” you said as you parted ways. Leaving the room you felt anxious again thinking about the party and what would happen. Trying to shake away the anxiety, you got back to work. 

- - -

You managed to distract yourself by working the rest of the day, and now you were sitting at the kitchen bar in the public part of the tower. Public meaning it could be accessed by all of the Avengers. 

“Hey” Wanda greeted as she wandered in “What are you doing in here?” 

You smiled at her and lifted your hand in greeting “Just finished work, I’m waiting for the rest of the party planners and decorators to leave for the day, they are constantly using the elevators and stairs, filling them with people and stuff.” you chuckled. 

She sat down next to you “Yeah, I couldn’t even get to the elevator in the first place” she chuckled “How’s your shoulder?”

“It’s good, no pain anymore.” you responded “So, are you looking forward to Tony’s party?” you asked her. 

She shrugged “Not particularly. I’m not one for crowded parties.”

“Me neither, but Tony will never get over it if I don’t show up, you too probably.”

“Oh yes I know, he told me so himself” you both chuckled. 

"Tony and his parties.” you commented just as the doors opened. Clint, Steve and Natasha walking in. 

“Ah, there you two are. “ Clint said as they made there way over to you. Clint and Steve sat at the bar with you and Wanda as Nat moved behind the bar. 

You sat and talked with the others for a while, about today’s planned attack, about who they were hired by, and then about Tony’s party. You started to feel the now familiar anxiety rise in your chest. Making yourself yawn, you feigned drowsiness before rising “Alright, I need to get some sleep.” you said, knowing that, though you were tired, you might not be able to sleep anyways. 

“Goodnight” Wanda, Nat and Steve said as you began to leave.

“Hey” Clint said.

Turning back to him you rose your brow. “Did you get any flowers from your secret admirer today?” he asked with a smirk.

“Ooh, yeah I almost forgot about that” she smirked as she looked at you. Wanda and Steve turned to look at your as well. 

“Uhh, no, but I haven’t been back to my room since lunch, soo”

“Soo, maybe there will be something now?” Nat said with a smile. 

Saying nothing you just smiled, cocked your head and then spun around, leaving in silence. Hearing chuckling from the others behind you as you left. You had actually successfully been distracted to the point where you forgot about the flowers. 

Luckily all of the decorators and planners had been long gone, so you could make your way to your room easily. As you stopped at your floor, you braced yourself for what would be on the other side, feeling a sense of familiar excitement. 

As the doors slid open, your eyes were already trained on your door. And placed at the bottom, was a tall bouquet of pale yellow daffodils tied together with white silky ribbon, a note dangling from the side. 

Quickly making your way to your door, you unlocked it before picking up the bouquet and going inside. This was the last bouquet you would get before learning who was behind all of this tomorrow. Your heart seemed to be hammering in your chest as you stared at the note.

You were almost afraid to read it. You hesitated before setting it down and going to the bathroom. Getting ready for bed, you grabbed the flowers and put them into a vase, a new one you bought at the store. Sitting on your bed, you fiddled with the note in your hand. Slowly opening it, you psyched yourself up a bit before you began to read the note. 

~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ Daffodils

Daffodils mean “New Beginnings”. I chose these because tomorrow will be the start of a new beginning for the two of us. No matter what happens. I, of course have my own wishes of how tomorrow will go, and I am sure you do as well. Perhaps you have your own desires of who I am, and I hope that I do not disappoint you when you find out who I am.

I have so much more I want to write, but cannot seem to put it properly into words. I’m sure we are both nervous about tomorrow, but I do truly feel as though we are meant to be. And though I cannot see the future, I know tomorrow will be the start of something new, and I can only hope that it will be great. ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Reading over the note a few times you lied back on your bed as you stared up at the ceiling. You had stopped trying to figure out who it could be. Knowing that they were careful enough not to let anything seem obvious. And if you had been talking to them one on one, or when everyone would be talking about the flowers, they were careful enough not to say anything that would make them seem suspicious. 

For a moment, you debated not going to the party at all. And chickening out instead. But you only entertained the thought for a moment before you felt guilt for even thinking it. They did not deserve that. No matter how afraid you might be about what might happen tomorrow, they didn’t deserve to be stood up, especially not after everything they have said and done. But then again, what if they stand you up? What if they change their mind, and you never find out who they are?

You closed your eyes, your thoughts running rapid through every possibility of what could happen tomorrow. Eventually, without really realizing it, you had drifted off to sleep.

xx xx xx xx xx

Sooo, tomorrow is the day!

I will be releasing every ending throughout Valentines Day (10 in total); starting around 5am MST. Let me know if you want to be tagged in any specific endings.

The endings will be: Bucky, Steve, Tony, Bruce, Thor, Loki, Clint, Natasha, Vision and Wanda. 

[heyitsyn]

Manager!Seijoh Part 5

a/n: we ltr going at 5 parts and i have another part written out and im just drowning in love with these seijoh asks

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon request:

Can i ask for cute moments between manager and the boys outside of school, like how she and kyoutani probably bump into each to go feed strays etc??

yes anon!!!!!! these moments made me so soft™

IM CACKLING LIKE BLS THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE PARTS OF THE ENTIRE STAGE PLAY BC HE PLAYS OIKS SO WELL AND IWA IS JUST SO IWA AND I LIVED FOR OIKS’ ‘IWA-CHAN!’ AND IWA’S ‘RAAAAA!’ AND THIS GIF JUST SHOWS SEIJOH BEING SEIJOH AND HOW THEY WOULD REALLY ACT IF THEY WERE REAL LIKE UGH THEY DID SUCH A GOOD JOB W THE CASTING

these are the cute little moments and get ready to die of the cuteness

be warned, this isnt a straight plot or no main focus but just bits and pieces of fluff 

keeping up with seijoh episode 3467328937

as mentioned before, they dont really get to hang out a lot w you outside of practice 

youre either too busy taking care of your schoolwork, catsitting for the aizawa’s, or having you time since youve been busy w the boys all week

but there are times where you do have available time to go hang out with the boys

and they know about your schedule so they try to make memories either during practice or after practice

fortunately, kyo lives at the same street as the aizawa’s so he walks you to their house when you have a job 

but sometimes when you are just walking home, you both stop by the convenience store first and find some cat food cans and dog food cans and water 

it was a complete accident when you both found each other standing at the same aisle, holding the same things, with the same intentions, for the same animals

the alleyway where you first met is basically your second home bc thats where your babies live

since you cant exactly take in 5 dogs and 6 cats in your house, you and kyo are taking care of them in that alleyway where you feed them and build them a little shelter with blankets and stuff

this will be explained more in the next manager!seijoh part

after practice, particularly after a really productive one, the guys like to go to the ramen shop near the school to treat themselves after their hardwork

by now, the old lady who owns the shop knows their order by heart and has it ready when you all enter

yall get settled in but you go over to yahaba and snap his wooden chopsticks for him bc he never snaps them properly and ends up breaking them

meanwhile,,

you gather as much napkins as you can and place them beside kindaichi bc he makes such a mess while he eats and you have stand-by wipes for him

you make a special request to add tofu into iwa’s ramen bc the mans loves tofu so much and he still doesnt understand how the lady seems to know this despite him never telling her

your seat is usually next to mattsun bc he doesnt eat all the side dishes up like the others and you can eat some of it too

kyo sit across you and demands you eat at least 2 bowls bc you never seem to eat enough and he gets secretly concerned so he aggressively cares for you

‘kyo-san,,,, im full though’

he ‘glares’ at you

‘what you mean youre full. you didnt even finish the bowl. eat the rest and have another or youre not leaving this table’

pls what

fun fact, oikawa actually has two pairs of glasses and he gave you one in case he forgets to wear his main one and leaves it at home

so he gets to school and he just realizes he forgot his glasses and his contacts were still being shipped so he freaks out and texts you about it

but you always have the case safely tucked in your bag so you wander up to the third year floor and knock on his class door

iwa, who is in the same class as him, glares at the students who stare at you and nudges oikawa who was looking out the window

‘oi, your glasses’

his head snapped to the side and sees your smiling face and the familiar brown box being held out to him

his face scrunches and he launches up his seat and takes you in his arms

‘Y/N-CHAN IS SO RESPONSIBLE! SO NICE! OIKAWA-SENPAI REALLY APPRECIATES YOU!’

‘oikawa-san, please let me go’

you mumbled, embarrassed at his behavior in front of the whole class

once iwa has you safely on the ground, you excuse yourself and go back to class

the class still stared at the door you passed through and iwa had to bark at them to go back to their business

youre like the seijoh and younger version of goddess kiyoko

before kyo got back to the team, you usually walked home by yourself but makki actually accompanies you when he doesnt have errands to run

‘makki-san, i heard theres a sale going on for puffs’

you would mention as you walked and you would look to see his eyes light up and walk faster towards the bakery

‘cmon, y/n-chan. makki-senpai is treating you today!’

he turns into a child, a contrast to his chaotic energy in school, and he runs over to the glass where indeed, there was a sale going on for his puffs

while he was staring at what flavor he wanted, youd go to the cashier and give her your card

‘when that guy with the light brown hair with the blue and white jacket comes up to pay for his cream puffs, charge it to my card, please. whatever you do, dont take his and use mine immediately, please. ill come by later and pick it back up’

the old cashier lady felt true hope and happiness for humanity at your actions and it increased when she saw the shocked look on the boy’s face when she immediately swiped the card when he finished ordering

‘what? i havent paid-’

‘the young lady that came with you already did, young lad. shes a keeper’

he turned red

‘ahaha, no, shes our team manager’

once he finished paying and went outside, he took out his phone and dialed your number to call you

you smiled from the aisle in the convenience store down the street bc you were expecting him to call you

‘hewwo, makki-san’

he shut his eyes at how cute you sounded

‘y/n-chan, senpai wanted to treat you today!’

he whined but you bit your lip, leaving the store after purchasing a drink with the remaining cash you had

‘hmm, but i did too. you just werent too fast, senpaiiii~’

you teased and he let out a breathy laugh

‘next time i’ll be faster! mark my words!’

‘then im looking forward to it, senpai~!’

did anyone notice that he is the first one she called senpai?

to our baby yahaba

we know how he literally tried to go after yachi in that one episode so you know how flirty he is

but youve made it clear that you reject his advances and he pouts and finally accepts it so he stops it, instead actually just caring for you

ya know how he cares for the others and cheers them on?

he does the same to you

our babie notices that you are so busy taking care of the others that you forget to take care of yourself

like that time they lost to shiratorizawa, you made bentos for them all week to cheer them up

but he saw you not even eating and realizes that you were busy making the food that they like, each different to accomodate to their taste, that you had no time to make your own

he went down to your class and noticed you missing and he asks kindaichi and kunimi and they said that you said you wanted to get fresh air

since he pays attention to you, he knows you like to go to the roof to breathe

he ventures up the stairs and when he opens the door, he notices you just staring up at the sky, sitting down on the floor

‘being in an empty place like the roof doesnt compare to how lonely Pluto must feel to be outcasted in the solar system’

your comment catches him off-guard but he regains composure and makes his way to you before sitting down next to your form

‘hmm, oikawa-senpai talked to me about space one time. he mentioned the vast possibilities that stays hidden in the shadows’

you and him turn your head at the same time and share a gentle smile

‘but its up to us to find those secrets and abilities’

you finished

he nodded and went back to look at the clouds that looked like they were slowly moving but it was really the earth turning

‘i want to be a sports instructor. i want to be able to help others,,, i want to help them find those abilities and perfect them so they could fully love playing’

a chuckle escaped you and you tightened your arms around your knees, following his gaze to the blob of white that was painted on to the blue canvas

‘let other people be your universe, baba-senpai. dont let them be like Pluto. take time to find out who they are so they dont feel so lonely, okay?’

yall im tearing up right now though

as mentioned at the first part of this series, you go to the gym very early to set up for morning practice

sometimes, the four third years arrive at the same time but sometimes, only iwa comes

you noticed him put his bag down and help you with the nets before pushing the cart to finish the task for the morning

‘thank you, iwa-san!’

you thanked and he ruffled your hair

‘can you actually help me with my workout?’

you nodded and you knew his routine by now

as he got in position for a push up, you gently sat down on his back so he could start pushing up

you sat cross-legged and you counted every push up and held a timer so he could beat his previous record of 100 push ups in under 5 minutes

IWA IS LITERALLY ON ANOTHER LEVEL

once he hit 100, he collapsed on the floor and you stopped the timer at 4 minutes and 48 seconds

‘good job, iwa-san! new record!’

you cheered and he grumbled on the floor

you gently turned him over so he could lay on his back

he closed his eyes from the bright light of the gym and he raised his arms as his hands made a grabbing motion

‘hug. i want hug’

he whined and you fake gasped at this

‘iwa-san, i didnt know you could be so whiny’

‘huuggg~’

in my series, its canon that iwa is actually a whiny little babie despite that tough exterior and hes much more whinier than oikawa

you laughed before surrending, mumbling ‘yes, yes’

this wasnt the first time this happened since he asked you to do this before bc hes a touch starved babie and as a manager, you must give your team love

you climbed on him and laid your head on his chest while he mumbles happily with his arms going around you

‘just five minutes’

you offered and he said ‘mhm’

well, you both fell asleep and were woken up by scandalized and jealous yells from oikawa

to our baby libero watari

watari is actually the only player who has been to your house before

you made an off-handed comment of making bentos for the team again and he offered to come and help you make them

so here he was, standing in your kitchen, as you were cooking with him

you were chopping up vegetables and he was waiting for the eggs to boil so he was just stirring it slightly

‘wata-san, can you give me a bowl from the cabinet above you?’

he nodded and gave it to you so you could place the chopped carrots and onions in it

once the timer was done, he scooped out the eggs and placed them into an ice bowl so he could peel them later

you knew his favorite food was boiled eggs so you wanted to boil some so he could snack on them

‘can you peel one and see if theyre perfectly cooked, wata-san?’

his fingers skillfully rolled the egg on the table before peeling it effortlessly

he hummed as he chewed on the food

‘delicious?’

you asked and he turned to you, cheeks still full but he raised a thumbs up

you grinned and went back to chopping the scallions

‘actually, i didnt need any eggs for the dishes. i wanted you to snack on your favorites as i cook. its like payment for keeping me company’

his eyes shone and he hurriedly went to hug you tightly

‘i really appreciate everything youve done for us, for me. but i just want you to keep smiling okay? i know we’re a handful and we can get out of hand sometimes but you always keep us together. you must be stressed and there must be times you get angry with us and must’ve cried because of us but i hope you’ll still stay with us even through all that’

WATARI YOU MAKING ME C R Y 

lmao kindaichi’s made me laugh

so basically, we all know his famous haircut, right

but what if that was actually just a style hes had since he was young but he has naturally down hair?

the stuff he puts in it like this brand of gel is just so tough and sturdy that two washes of hair is the only thing that can get rid of it

even during practice when hes sweating the atlantic ocean, it somehow stays up

he puts gel on it and stuff after he showers to make it stick up and BOOM turnip head

but one morning, he,,,, wasnt turnip head

the boy woke up late and he didnt have time to perfect the sticking up so he went to school with his hair down and everything

you were already there since morning practice has started and kunimi told you that kindaichi texted him he would be late so you were just patiently waiting by the door for your classmate

but some guy just walked in

your eyes widened and you pulled their arm

‘um, this is for seijoh volley-’

then the words died in your mouth

‘yuu-kun,,,’

you stuttered and he placed his hands on his face to hide away

‘dont look y/n-chan!’

his shout attracted the others and then silence before the laughing and howling started

‘THESE FIRST YEARS I SWEAR!’

makki was on the floor, punching it as he laughed

kindaichi turned red and he was about to run out but you held on to him

‘i can fix it for you, yuu-kun. come with me?’

he nodded immediately and hurried away towards the back where the sun was just starting to rise

you rummaged through your gym bag and found the specific gel brand he uses 

kindaichi was SHOOK bc why the hell did you have it?

you noticed his shocked and confused look

‘i knew this would happen. we’ve facetimed before, remember? just in case this would happen, i brought backup’

his eyes glistened with tears of gratitude but you waved it away and started attempting to fix his hair

tbh you dont know why he did this hairstyle because his hair was really soft and nice and he still looked attractive either way

moving on to kunimi babie

lets face it, he probably doesnt sleep at all at night and he suffers from insomnia

and when he cant sleep, he bothers his friends

but he doesnt bother you though

which makes you sad bc you thought you made it clear that he could come to you if he was in need of something

you only found out after kindaichi accidentally blurted out during morning practice of how tired he is bc kunimi wouldnt stop talking to him at 2 in the morning

‘aki,,, you could’ve called me’

you gently said and kunimi scrunched his nose at how sad you sounded

‘you need your sleep, y/n’

‘but i want you to sleep too’

‘kindaichi’s been my contact since i was like 5 so-’

‘so you dont need me?’

your eyes watered and kunimi jumped, frantically fussing over you

‘okay, okay, y/n, okay. ill call you’

then as if they were never there, you cheered up and bounced happily

‘i’m expecting it, aki-kun!’

but at 1:43 in the morning, his finger hovered over the call button on your contact since he really didnt want to bother you

but he could already hear your whines in the morning

‘aki?’

he cursed when he heard your groggy voice

‘sorry y/n, ill hang up-’

‘no!’

you sat up, forcing to wake up

‘stay’

you mumbled and he made a sound of agreement

‘not tired?’

you asked

‘no. well, like im tired but i cant sleep, yknow?’

you laid on your bed with your cheeks puffed out, trying to think how to put him to sleep

‘we can just talk, aki’

‘about what?’

‘anything. just,,, talk to me. i want to know your favorite color, your favorite food, everything about you’

:( morning calls really hit different

last one is our mattsun babie

so like, mattsun is a TREE

im like 5′3 and hes like 6′2 so we a whole dwarf next to him

you are always dwarfed whenever you stand next to him and this little shite takes advantage of that and puts his elbow on top of your head

he likes to poke fun at you but you just pout bc you know hes all fun and games

‘hows the weather down there’

‘so mean, mattsun-san’

but his height did give him a special memory with you though

you were both left in the gym to clean up bc everyone had something to do like oiks had to go home bc takeru got sick and iwa also got sick and you just volunteered to clean up and mattsun stayed behind

you were sweeping the floor and you unconsciously started humming as you swept and started swaying a little

mattsun heard you as he pushed the carts and watched as you just swayed and twirled around and he found himself smiling at you

you noticed him stop in front of you and he bowed down, holding out a hand

‘may i take this dance, m’lady’

you laughed

‘what? whats going on?’

he softly held your hand and pulled you to him

‘you were dancing and i wanted to join you’

you nodded and looked up at him, eyes half-lidded

‘stand on my feet, chibi-chan. i can lead while you sing’

it was a random song you heard from the radio earlier but you complied while he moved with your feet on his

you giggled when he would lean down to softly kiss your forehead and shriek when he would unexpectedly dip you down

either way, at 8:34 PM, you and mattsun danced under the gym lights with no witness except you and him

ughh i really want seijoh now

you and the team share individual memories that are more special than the ones with the others bc its where you could actually be upfront with each other

its just a shame that there are 4 third years in the team that would eventually graduate and go their own separate ways after high school, leaving behind their underclassmen

they could just hope that those memories and special moments would remind them of who you were and how special you were to them since at the prime of their youth, you were their first true love

a/n: ngl i didnt expect to finish this so quick but im just in a really soft mood right now and this is to makeup for the fact that my update schedule could start becoming erratic due to my school so i hope you enjoyed this blurb!! and depending on my asks, there could only be one last part to this series unless someone requests for another specific scenario with the manager!!

[leejungchans]

PLS I WANT TO BELIEVE THAT CURSED!READER AU WAS WHAT MY BRAIN WAS TRYING TO DO BUT IT JUST DIDN'T EXECUTE THE PLOT PROPERLY 😭😭😭 sprinkle some angst where he's set to marry someone else purely for convenience and he rants to you often but since you're a bird there's not really much you can do but comfort him by doing cute bird things or chirping songs ☹️☹️☹️ you end up falling for him too but you are unfortunately still a bird 😔😔😔

context EXACTLYYYYYYYYY omg is this another build-a-fic situation happening on my blog? 👁👁

bc imagine cursed!reader who gets turned into a bird and escapes, and maybe collapses on jun’s windowsill utterly exhausted after a storm so he takes them in, brings them bird food and water and a small blanket and everything

and while reader is regaining strength jun starts talking to them as a way of confiding to someone whenever he feels lonely/hopeless ab his future, except reader doesn’t leave even after feeling better and decides to stick around a bit bc they took a liking to him. more things happen and eventually the curse lifts so reader can be with jun as a human <3

[foryourdiary]

[ JORDAN FISHER, HE/HIM/THEY, CISMALE ]  —  [ ISAIAH “ZAY” SWEET ]  is a child of  [ POSEIDON ]  with the power of  [ HYDROKINESIS and WATER BREATHING ] .  they were born in  [ 1996 ]  and have been in nemean lion since  [ 2020 ] .  with the change, they  [ ARE TRAINING IN ]  the  [ HERO ]  role which makes sense since they’re usually  [ SWIMMING IN THE OCEAN and WRITING LETTERS HOME ] .  if you’d like to meet them try the  [ SUN ]  building .  —  [ HYDROKINESIS ]: the ability to manipulate and control water. (cannot create water where there is none, can only manipulate existing water molecules) [WATERBREATHING]:  the ability to breathe underwater. (the longer the user breathes underwater, the harder the transition back to breathing air becomes)

tw: death, child abuse (parentification), drugs

isaiah’s mother did not live in california very long before returning to live with her ageing mother in her hometown of baltimore, but it was long enough to become pregnant with her first child, isaiah, whose father was poseidon. 

for a very long time, it was just the three of them, and life was good. they didn’t have much, but his mother was loving and attentive, nurturing a kind and good son.

when isaiah was eight, his grandmother died, and his mother, in her mourning, turned to drugs, men and women, and alcohol to cope.

she marries the first man that gets her pregnant, and isaiah gets a little sister at age nine.

laurel, his baby sister, becomes his entire world, and seeing this love, isaiah’s once loving and nurturing mother pushes the burden of childcare onto him, and it’s up to him to make sure his baby sister doesn’t go to bed hungry every night.

it’s exhausting, but he does it because he loves her, and because nobody else will. his powers start to show themselves during these years, and isaiah does things like make the water dance for lauren during her bath times, rewarded for his exhaustion by the way she claps and giggles. 

when he’s old enough to drive, he starts taking his sister to ocean city, and it’s there on one of their summer vacations staying in the most rundown hotels possible that he also discovers he can breathe underwater as well.

his sister is never concerned about his powers, never judgmental or jealous of them. it’s the most loyal and consistent relationship in his life despite everything he’s sacrificed to take care of her, including dropping out of high school. he only ever has resentment for the one responsible: his mother.

isaiah puts off the thought of going to nemean lion for as long as possible. he doesn’t want to leave laurel. but he starts to fear for her safety, and so he gets into contact with the campus, who immediately sets out to do right by him so he can come stay.

his sister is found a guardian near nemean lion so she can stay close to her brother and the campus, and she encourages him to go, both to properly live his life for the first time ever, and to ease some of the guilt she feels that he hasn’t lived much of a life at all and for her sake.

personality:

articulate

overprotective

resourceful

transparent

practical

kind

headcanons:

isaiah goes by zay (shoutout to rowan) because laurel could never say his name as a kid

doesn’t really have much of a plan for his life because he’s given up everything for laurel

has like, an insanely low alcohol tolerance

a bit clueless, the type of guy people have a crush on but he simply will never notice

he hasn’t spoken to his mom since he moved here, and has guardianship over laurel in tandem with her temporary guardian

potential connections:

disclaimer: i am not interested in plotting with or interacting with members who are under the age of eighteen. sorry <3 anyone wishing to do anything romantic with isaiah should be over the age of twenty. just a personal boundary of mine, thank you for understanding.

his first kiss because he was too busy working to support his sister to ever be all that social

a bestie

a roommate pls

i really want someone who’s like absolutely convinced that zay isn’t as nice as he seems and is determined to get him to crack

selfish on my part but someone who has an unrequited crush on zay because he’s oblivious

i’m open to most things, let’s hash some stuff out!

[pariahisms]

                                                    🗡️

mun intro & main app;

hi i’m grace !!! i’m also writing daphne @coosset. i’m 24 in the est timezone tho i’m on at the craziest and least inconsistent times. she&her. full time med student and waitress by night !!!! a tru libra i lov ppl and creating !! so lets make fun plots and have lots of angst/fluff. pls. xo

zendaya coleman . cis woman . she&her . wasn’t that iris illes walking the palace grounds ? it’s nice to see the princes’ guard out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they notoriously reclusive, whilst also managing to be quite clever. the twenty two year old is eager to find out who exactly is behind the killings from what’s being said at court. i heard that they themselves are vrajiit ( invisibility + cloaking shield construction ). it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of a thick fog approaching within twilight, inky tresses spilling past shoulders as helmet is raised, a lone wolf howling at a dissipating moon. great to see the pariah around, isn’t it ?

FEATURING THE PARIAH ....... an outcast, reject. 

tl;dr - a guarded soul with vast walls to scale in order to get in, a skilled vrajiit, a witty woman, brooding and sulking come hand in hand with her, doesn’t connect well with others, genuinely trying her best, enjoying her own solace, emotional detached often due to own traumas, driven, she’s excelling in her line of duty, she’s already tired, longs for something..... not sure what that is yet. doesn’t really trust often or at all. a scarred soul. the scent of orange and coffee.

stats;

build: ectomorphic  ( athletic, thin, tall, muscular )

height: 5′10

zodiac: scorpio 

health: ptsd, disassociation, neurodivergent spectrum 

eye color & hair: dark brown & inky black

distinguishing features: sculpted jaw, height, defined brows

orientation: pansexual / panromantic / monogamous s/o: genya frey / exclusive 

sleeping habits: insomniac, light sleeper, jumpy, easily woken, bad dreams, occasional sleep walking

exercise habits: works out avidly, enjoys physical work 

strengths: gifts allow for a good defense, detachment makes for making hard decisions easily, naturally protective. 

skillset: full invisibility. cloaking shield construction means she can create a mirror effect shield/disguise ( i.e making someone beside her seem like they too aren’t there. ) it also means with this shield there’s a physical protective barrier, literal shield. think violet parr from the incredibles when she creates shields. she can withstand blasts/blows with these. 

weaknesses: can’t make others invisible/will things invisible. her shields can only be so big. she’s working at expanding them but for now her limit is about the width and height of four large adults. also if she’s physically injured this shield won’t be as strong. any find of smoke/fog/etc is going to reveal her silhouette or her shield. it’s harder for her to make a closed shield (like a bubble to protect from attacks on all sides/poison/etc) and requires deep focus. 

home: malsovia, heavily wooded area. mother fell ill and passed, was human. as was her father who was too ate up with his own demons to properly care for her. when discovered she was vrajiit was immediately outcast by him.  

personality;

the moon in a sky full of stars, caving in on herself, disciplined, a warrior, extremist in all aspects, a lone wolf able to stand steady on her own, logic ruled, strategy in her blood, fighting often for the underdog, kneeling in obedience, the desire to service, admirable bravery, the understanding of sacrifice, staying quiet with thought, analytic, a deep ocean ..... seemingly bottomless, the steady thrumming of thunder without the rain, a small girl fighting tears as fathers hand strikes her roaring of ungratefulness though she’s done no wrong, fingers thrumming anxiously, a woman with purpose, pacing at nightfall to avoid nightmares, the heat of embers fueling a larger fire, the sting of a scorpion ready and armed. 

has she served?

yes. immediately served at sixteen. would do so again. she’s a great fighter and is able to disassociate easily from her humanity. for now she’s proving to be a great guard. she’s a great asset to any physical attack. she is humble but enjoys being useful. 

wanted connections;

an ex- i don’t imagine iris has dated much of any due to her general lack of connection !!! this would be really fun to plot out. she would be SO protective!!! even if they scorned her. 

best friends/friends/acquaintances- not many here !!!! again she’s not a social butterfly. if anything comes off as standoffish and grumpy. but they would get her!!! she would like to laugh and let loose with them/trusts them. varian, genya, etc.

prince- her charge!!!! the person she’s protecting. i’d love for them to be good friends !!! romantic !!! bro/sis vibe !! (since she didn’t have that growing up) open to anything but if not picked up i’ll probs request this on the main. TAKEN by prince servaos. 

influence- someone who helps bring her out of her shell !!! can have good intentions or bad.

physical- working out is her like peaceful headspace and when iris is happiest. basically a workout/running/training buddy!! can be human or vrajiit. if the latter maybe they practice their gifts on each other !!! 

guide- would love a muse that’s older be there for her!! she’s young but has a old soul. but didn’t ever really get a chance to be nurtured or cared for. would love a dynamic for this! 

tba as i think of more LOL / will update this parodically

[bronwiebear-brad]

Giiiiirl! Listen this I know u only write about Bradleyboy but I see that u fancy the holland boys and haz 😏😏 (who doesn't right?) so pleaseeeee write something with them, pleaaaaaaaaase 🥺love you writing so much it would mean the world for me 💛

A/N: You all know that I cannot resist my sweet anon’s requests, so consider this an early christmas gift. Lmao. I hope your staying healthy. Btw I’ve choosen the most soft boy ever aka Harry Holland because that boy is lovely af - also this is my first time writing about the boys so pls be gentle 💛

Warnings: nothing much just a few curse words.

Spending quarentine and 24/7 trapped inside a house with the most loud, messy, cheeky boys ever wasn’t actually in your dream plans. Everyone got a part of their day busy, either was college, work, cooking, drinking, boys silly videogames challenges, boardgames and a lot of pranks. But apart from all that quarentine was making you guys build strong bonds.

You all tried to be active, productive and keep the days busy. But let me tell you this: that boys were always up to no good.

You were siting in the living room with your laptop in the coffee table and paying extreme attention to your zoom class. Harrison was in his, writing a few emails and you both were enjoying the quietness of the room while your teacher rambled about something important.

You totally missed Harry cheekily giggling and running into the living room, disappearing right after into the backyard. But little boy Tom definitely not gone unnoticed when he came shouting and shirtless, trying to catch his brother, making a quick appearence into your lecture since you had your camera and mic on the moment he passed behind you.

“HARRY! YOU’RE GONNA GET IT, YOU DICKHEAD!” Tom disapeared into the backyard door and Harrison looked at you trying his best not to laugh. You were looking at your classmates, with your face pale and widen eyes as you were noticing some of them laughing, freaking out and most importantly, your teacher had this serious unread expression on his face.

“That's it, I'm completely done”. You thought to yourself while smiling awkardly to the camera and thinking about million ways to murder Thomas freaking Holland.

"Wait, wasn't that dude, Spiderman?" Your teacher asked making Harrison and the rest of the class brust in laughter, meanwhile you grew red.

Apart from ruining zoom lectures, spending quality time with your bestfriends was the best thing. But most important, spending quality time with your very special friend Harry. Of course he didn’t knew he had a special place in you heart - and you meant to keep that way - but you two were very close and as the days went by it was more dificult to pretend that he didn’t make your stomach funny every morning when he came down and kissed your cheek, smelling heavenly with his sleepy eyes and messy curls.

Harrison was the mainly reason you've met Harry and the rest of the boys. It was during a summer break where you joined an workshop to learn more about the process of making movies and writing scripts. You didn't want to persue that professionally, but you needed exciting things to do on your summer break from high school so why not join a class to discuss movies?

You two got along right away after the teacher set you together to recreate a new ending for Titanic. You both did a comic approach, making everyone in the group laugh and even the teacher said that you were really a good duo. You had the writing skills and he had the acting. You were pretty unaware of Harrison’s truly intentions tho. But the minute he noticed your general interests about certain genres and cinema in general, the way you discuss the photography, scripts and plots even tho you didn’t understand very well about it and just by the way you stood in the theaters reading all the credits after a movie just ended. All of that simple things, reminded him of something. Or to be more precised, someone. That someone was nothing less than Harry Holland.

So he knew that he had to settle up you two, that you two would get along very well but Harrison wasn't going to force it, it had to happen naturally. That's why you started to hang out more with him. Going out to lunch or drink coffee, study sessions in the library, parties or movie sessions in his house and that eventually, gave you Tom.

Tom usually came with Harrison to the study sessions, studying his scrips and even joined the workshop at one point. Sadly he got off when he started working on the first big challenge in his career and all the Spiderman thing.

You three grew together and everyone started to getting in the right way of their lifes. Of course Tom knew his best friend's intentions from the start and decided to join the team of cupids.

It was needed one night at the pub, where you three were drinking and having a good time, to steping the plan to a whole another level.

"Guys, I'm going to quit the workshop." You said camly making Tom frown and Harrison almost spit his drink.

No no no, his plan didn't even started yet!! He thought.

"What? Why?!" Tom whined. After he had to quit it because his filming career, he was truly excited about his two best friends doing something similar to his job. He like the heated arguments and opinions about the films on movie nights, like you all had some sorta of film club.

"Did you got a boyfriend, is that it?" Harrison talked curious. "He doesn't let you hang with us?" He leaned on the tabled talking low as if he was saying a secret password.

"No Harrison, I'm still single. What the hell?" You chuckled and rolled your eyes.

This man and his obsession with my lofe life. You thought.

“I'm starting college and thats a big deal. I'm not going to have time to commit there, I only joined it as a hobby and it's been two years, guys." You smiled at them noticing their attention on you. "Also, I'm searching for a flat here, downtown before it all starts and I'm not finding anything." You simple explain frowning and taking a long sip on your drink and Tom's eyes lit up. He was proud of his flash thinking. Even if sometimes he wished he could just shut up and don’t say stupid things as his brothers would say to him.

"Move in with us, there's enough room there!" He let out excited. His eyes moved to Harrison and the blonde boy raised an eyebrow thinking further and understanding his best friend cheeky expression.

"Yeah, you could join us, darling. Real estate is a mess these days" Harrison smiled widely and your jaw dropped.

Are they serious right now?

"As if you knew about real estate." Tom rolled his eyes and Harrison playfully smacked his head.

"Uh-I-I don't know... You don't live there alone, what about the other guys? I don’t want to change the frat crazy house of yours.." You weren't sure if it was a good idea to move to a house without asking the other people who lived there.

"Oh you mean my brother Harry?" You nod after whatching Tom carefully. "He is super excited to met you, we’ve talk a lot about you". He simply let out making Harrison widen his blue eyes.Tom and his big mouth.

"Wait what?!" You asked being caught in surprise.

Three years later and there you were, standing in the kitchen, after Tom cooked dinner - by cooking you mean ordering - since it was your and Harry's turn to wash the dishes. As you washed the plates, he dried them with a white towel and was humming a song that was playing from his playlist. - swear that boy had a playlist for everything.

"Did you and Tom got your script thing sorted out yet?" You asked while passing a plate under the water. He stopped singing and listened to you carefully.

"Yeah, we are pretty far ahead. Moving to find a good plot. It's pretty hard" He answer grabbing the plate from your hands and noticing your eyes on his face, blushing slightly. "Don't tell Tom but I can give you the abstracts if you want to have a read? I know how much you love to read." He smiled and looked at your face properly. You were smiling widely and his heart softened finding your dimple extremely cute.

"Really?!" You sound so excited that he chuckled nodding.

"Of course. You're running out of books to read, I was planing on giving you one for Christmas but-" he continued driyng the plates but got caught in surprised when you kissed his cheek and said thanks. Seconds later he was right back in the kitchen after a short trip to the moon. "How's the online classes going?" He smiled, still blushing from your previous interaction, and looked at your face.

"It's going good." You stopped for a few seconds just admiring his face and the way his curls fell into his face lazily. He looked extremely cute in that green sweater. "I think my teacher fancies me more now. After the litle acident and knowing I share roof with spiderman, the dude." You said with a funny expression and you both laughed.

"Glad I could contribute on such achievements, miss." He bumped his shoulder into yours playfully. And you laughed even more. Your giggles filling the kitchen and besides the music playing on his playlist, Harry swore it was the most beautiful melodies he ever heard.

You two returned your attention to the sink and as you were doing it you got caugh in a Arctic Monkeys music playing and trying to remember the lyrics.

Click.

Your attention was brought back after hearing a camera and seeing a flash. Harry was still looking at you thru the lense with a lovely smile.

"Harry? Oh my god, no!" You blushed at his bold moves. "I'm looking horrible right now. Why did you take a picture?"

"Nonsense. You look so cute while doing the dishes." He turned the camera, showing you the picture and you blushed even more.

"Eww. Please, delete it." You warned and he chuckled putting the camera straps above his neck and resting the camera on his chest.

"I'm not going to delete it, love." He kept his task as you. "Sorry not sorry." He laughed maliciously and you rolled your eyes.

"You're going to delete it." You looked at him and he clicked his tongue.

"Uh-uh." He hummed moving his head negatively and his curls balanced up and down. That was a good sight.

"Oh yeah?" You raised and eyebrow asking one more time and didn't even gave him the time to turn your direction. Your hands already throwing him foam and he stepped back, foam hitting his hoodie and his chest.

He smirked but his hands went to his camera, inspection it.

"Oh shit, the camera." Your mouth making a "o" shape. "Im sorry H, I didn't thought about it." You pouted giving him the most apologetic smile and he pulled a poker face at you for a few minutes.

You were starting to believe that you actually broke the device but then he started to laugh hard.

"It's water proof, dummy." He showed you his tongue and hit you smoothly with the towel in your face.

"You absolute arse!" You thrown him more foam and after a peace threaten by his hands up, he finally stopped laughing. "Im serious now, delete the picture, carrot." You warned and he laughed at the nickname.

"I think I'm going to set it as my wallpaper." His words rolled out of his tongue so easily as he concentrate on drying the plates again and you didn't even moved from your spot, getting caught by his words.

"What?" You asked finally, studying his face and his eyes opened widely. "Harry why use my picture as your background?" You dried your hands.

Did I said that out loud? Damn it, Harry you fucking dick. He thought.

"Hmm..." He swallowed. "It's a really nice picture. You look rather pretty.... And I-uh kinda like you, I guess." His hands scratching his head and his blood stopping running thru his body. Well there wasn't no intention of hidden it now.

"Oh I'm so enjoying this." Tom said to Harrison, as they were siting across the room in the couch watching the whole scene in silence. You two didn't even noticed them spying.

"It's a romcom and we were the directors of it." Harrison joked and Tom chuckled.

"Thanks." You smiled and went to hug Harry. "You look rather pretty too." You said into his shoulder and earned a kind smile from him "Look." You were closer to him and your head moved back to look into his eyes properly, his hand traveled to your back and laid way to high for your liking. But it was Harry, and he was always so respectful that he didn't want to be sneaky or ruin the moment by placing his hands too down. You found that gesture so cute.

"I think I kinda like you, too." Your face got closer to his and his eyes closed feeling your hot breath hit his face. You stand there admiring his freckles for minutes.

"Do we have to move their heads too?" Harrison asked whispering. The duo was watching the scene unfold ahead of them with frowning expressions.

"Why aren't they kissing?" Tom dramatically pulled a face as if their plan came out totally wrong after all those years of dedication.

Harry started to dance slowly, his lashes clicked a few times and he opened his eyes. And you followed him. You both had silly smiles on your faces and after a long time of slowly dancing in his arms. He lean in, kissing you passionately. And you returned the kiss, like you meant to tell him that you loved him all along.

Continuously gags and whistles followed by an loud “FINALLY” from Harrison could be heard from the kitchen making Harry and you pull back from the kiss and stare at the boys. You both smiled and kissed again.

"Oh get a room you two!" Tuwaine shouted after entering the kitchen surprisingly and seeing you.

Despite that, you two didn't pulled back and Harry gave them the middle finger, covering your faces and the kiss with his hand, from the sneaky bastards across the room.

"We've created monsters" Tom's statement made everyone laugh.

[babiesdreams]

Eyow Can I request a jungwoo, haechan, renjun, winwin and Jaemin smut please tenkwwoo love youuuuu

Yesyesyes Living for this combo.

Dangerous game +18 Kim Jungwoo, Lee Donghyuck, Huang Renjun, Dong Sicheng, Na Jaemin

Warnings: Sexual worker fem! reader, a lot of the plot is based on the k-drama extracurricular :D, smoking (Don’t smoke pls. It’s not cool), mentions of alcohol, hickeys/ marking, protected sex, oral (female and male receiving), penetration, masturbation, raw, Jungwoo Main. As it’s long, if you see some typos, please tell me, I might have not noticed.

“You know that this still counts as hours that you’ll have to pay for right?” You ask the boy that keeps on looking at the ramen section, searching for the one you told him about. “Here it is” He says grabbing two packs of ramen and throwing them over the cart. Your eyes look directly at the cigarrette on his mouth and your fingers grab it, only to put it on your own lips. “Are you even listening?” You ask raising your brows while smoke comes out of your open red lips.

“Here you have, for the three hours we’ve spent and for five more” The boy says handing you a bunch of money that’s even hard to hold on one hand. “Shit, are you a dealer or something?” You ask, surprised at the amount of cash he was carrying for a simple shopping date. “I’m not. So do you like cola, beer...?” You blink a couple of times still processing his words. “I want some wine” You say, looking at the bottles behind the boy. He raises a brow and looks at you, as if judging your decision.

“Wine? With ramen?? You’re crazy” He says, but still grabs the most expensive bottle, along with two beer cans. You both walk towards the register and wait for the worker to get your stuff through the machine. “46$” The worker says, and he grabs a black card out of his wallet, passing it through the machine.

You both get out of the shop, the bag full of items rests on his big hand. You get to his parking lot after a long walk. The first thing you see when you enter the private parking lot is a luxurious car that you cannot properly identify, not further than ferrari branded, fully black, and expensive looking. 

During the drive, the only thing you can think of it’s the tinted windows that barely let you see the streets you were going through. Finally you arrive at his mansion. It looks like one of those places that you only see on the internet. The white building looks neat wherever you look. He leaves the bag on the kitchen’s counter, preparing some water for the ramen. 

A younger looking boy sits next to you, looking at how your weird client cooked ramen. “Can I eat too hyung?” He asks, making the boy turn around. “Not these” He says with a serious tone and a dead glare that makes the boy stand up and walk out the room. “She’s pretty” He says to the boy, who tssk at him.

“You have roomates huh?” You comment and he hums “Co-workers to be more precise” He clears out. Your mind has thought about a lot of possibilities by now, he could just be a rich dude, maybe he was a famous something, or even a member of a royalty family. But he could also be a dealer, or a psycho, so you felt uncomfortable with the unfamiliar atmosphere.

“Look, if you plan to kill me or something, we have a protection system” You tell him, hoping he’ll back up from his ideas, if he even had them. “Oh true, I haven’t even introduced myself, have I? I’m Kim Jungwoo, and that app that protects you, is mine” His words make your eyes go wider. “N-no way. You’re the one that...”

He simply nods, not giving any further answer. Your eyes look at him, not quite trusting his words, but when he grabs his phone and calls you, you can clearly see his name on your phone screen. “Okay, so you’re the app owner, but you don’t look like the guys that come to protect me” Your comment makes the boy chuckle, but before he can explain any further, a guy comes in. His hands were tinted with blood, a hat was covering almost his whole face but when he comes closer, you can perfectly recognize his features. 

“S-sicheng” You stutter, as your mind brings back the memories of that horrible client that he helped you with. “Oh hi. Can I take a shower? It’s been a busy day” His calmed voice and his looks don’t really match at all, but you kinda get how usual this was for them. “Go ahead” Jungwoo says, and sicheng runs upstairs. 

 “So that guy before, was also...” You try to figure out. “He’s another protector. I see you already worked with Sicheng.... So... do you trust me now?” You nod at him, still slightly concerned about what he wanted from you. “They all live with me. See I don’t usually do this, but I’ve been slightly interested in you lately and I was wondering if you were open for an.... experience. Of course I’ll pay for everything, and if you don’t want to, it won’t effect your protection services at all”

“So what’s it?” You ask, sipping on the glass of wine he previously handed you.  “My boys are tired, and they need something to relax, I thought you could help” His suggestive tone, makes it easy for you to understand what he wanted. “How many?” You ask, raising your brows.

Of course it was not a common thing to get multiple clients, but in the end it could be worthy and even more if you could get some extra money from it. “Four” He says, serving you a plate of ramen. You take a bite, while thinking about it. “I gotta see them first, if I don’t like someone, you get them out of the deal” You say calmly and Jungwoo nods, accepting your conditions.

“You already saw Jaemin, and you know Sicheng I can call the other two for you” You look at him, while finishing your ramen already. As the boys come in, you grab your glass of wine, walking to see them up close. “They’re fine” You finally say to Jungwoo.  “But we’ll talk about the money and I have a special request” Your eyes look up and down his body, hinting him on what your intentions were. 

You follow the boys, heading over one bedroom and wait for them to start off. The first one that comes closer, cups your cheek, getting  closer to your ear to whispers “I’m Donghyuck, you may need that information later” The sassy comment makes you smirk, definitely a savage boy.

He kisses down your neck, leaving some hickeys on the way and as he comes closer to your chest, you can feel someone behind you, caressing your hair softly. You turn your head to look at him, and see how a blonde boy looks at your body, studying every inch of it. “What’s your-” You try to ask, as you completely forgot his name, but his lips stop yours from moving, with a heated kiss. 

After a couple of minutes the boy pulls of the kiss, cupping your cheek as he whispers “Na Jaemin” You smile softly at the boy before kissing him deeply once more. Donghyuck, on the other hand, has been kissing down your body, leaving marks all along, and now his tongue passes over your underwear line, letting his hands do the job of taking them down.

Your leg now rests over the boy’s shoulder, allowing him to eat you out. Your back is resting over Jaemin’s body, which rests on the wall. You can feel the boy’s bulge growing against your butt as your kiss gets more and more heated.

Donghyuck’s tongue passes through your folds, slowly, as if wanting to tease you with every lick. When Jaemin pulls off the kiss, to catch some air, you grab hyucks hair, trying to hint him to go faster, but instead you get a glare, only  stopping his licks along your pussy to say “You taste so fucking good” which makes you blush slightly.

Of course you were used to a lot of different clients, but they usually are very disrespectful, only looking for their own pleasure. But these boys were all about making you feel good. Jaemin’s hands are now touching your breasts, while he kisses down your neck, and back. His fingertips trap your nipples, squeezing them tightly.

Over time, hyuck’s licks turn into sucking your clit, which, combined with Jaemin’s hands on your chest, makes you see stars. Although the position wasn’t the best, and within time you felt your muscles hut slightly, you managed to last enough to cum just with Donghyuck and Jaemin’s actions. Your weak legs fall to the ground, making you kneel down, right in front of Hyuck, who kisses your lips instantly.

The mysterious boy, that has been witnessing the whole scene without making a move nor saying anything, finally comes in, grabbing you, bridal style and taking you to the big ass bed on the middle of the room. His hands rest on both sides of your head, trapping you in between his body and the soft mattress. He licks his lips, while studying your faciall expression. “Renjun, nice to meet you” He simply says, before kissing you deeply. 

His hips roll over yours, letting his bulge caress your overworked cunt. Your hand travels down his back, until you reach his boxers, getting them off the way. His length comes out, hitting your low stomach. Your hand moves along his length, making him even harder. His grunts and and low moans get lost inside your mouth. You can feel how his hand moves, looking for something on the side table.

He finally pulls off a box of condoms, opening one and putting it on skillfully. His full length enters without a problem, due to your already lubed pussy. His thrusts start off calmed, soft, slow, only to turn into the most savage pace you even experienced. The bed, kept moving back and forth, making sounds that were impossibe to hear, due to your loud moans. “Fuck, renjun” It’s the only thing you manage to say.

For the first time since you layed on the bed, you notice how Jaemin and Hyuck are on both sides of your head, masturbatingto the scene. Your hands reach their dicks. The room gets filled up by a combination of different-pitched moans. The door slams over, suddenly, and all of you turn to look at Sicheng, only covered by a towel over his hips. “You didn’t even wait for me?” He says frowining. You laugh at his comment, but Renjun quickly continues his thursts, making your roll your eyes back.

“I’m close” You moan out, before opening your mouth, while your hands keep on touching Jaemin and Hyuck. Jaemin cums first, all over your face, letting you taste his cum as some gets inside your mouth. Hyuck, on the other hand, takes his chance and gets your hand out of the way, to be able to fuck your mouth. His length reaches the deepest parts of your throat, cumming fastly over it. 

You look at Renjun now, clenching your walss willingly to make sure he cums faster. He lets out a low “Fuck” while speeding up on you. You end up cumming before him, though your clenching walls, make him cum instantly after. He rolls around and rests his body right next to yours. Sicheng, who’s been waiting since he came into the room signs you to walk towards him, and so you do. 

His hands get the towel out of his hips, revealing his hard dick to you. You kneel down, getting his intentions right away and open your mouth. You let his hand and thrusts do the job, as you were already exhausted from the orgasm you just experienced. His thrusts and moves are more like what you were used to, though his soft fingertips held a sweetness in every touch. 

Your hands caress his balls, massaging them as he fucks your mouth roughly. “You’re so good” He moans out, reassuring you to keep going with your moves. It doesn’t take too long for him to fill your mouth with hot cum. He kneels down in front of you, to say “Swallow it all” You swallow quickly and open your mouth showing it to him. “Good girl” He finally says. 

You stand up, when the boy walks away, finding out, they’re all gone now. -you walk down the long corridor, looking for Jungwoo to get your payment and your special request. You get to explore the whole floor, and you can guess which room was Jungwoo’s, even if he was nowhere to be seen. You lay on his bed, waiting for him to come up, but still getting nothing. 

Before you realize, you fall asleep, over the soft mattress. The next thing you notice is a soft and warm blanket falling over your body. You open your eyes slowly, and see Jungwoo’s back in the distance, counting money on a big table.  “Mr. Kim” You sweetly call him.

The boy turns around. His confused eyes look at you while the cigarrette resting on his lips fills the room with smoke. “Weren’t you asleep?” He asks and you look at him sweetly. “What took you so long?” You ask, standing up to grab his cigarrette, and put it into your mouth once again. “Work” He simply says, turning his back to you, to continue on counting money.

“You’re gonna catch a cold like that” He points out and, only then you realize you’re still naked from before, making you blush slightly. Your hands caress slowly his back, as you sit on his lap. You take the half wasted cigarrette in between two fingers and let the smoke come out of your mouth. He stays silent, though his arm passes around your waist, pulling you closer.

“Is this right?” He says, pointing at the money over the table before his eyes fix on yours. “You don’t gotta pay for your hours” You say, taking some dollars out of the table and handing them to Jungwoo. “Keep it” His low voice says and you can’t refuse his offer. At the end of the day you needed the money to pay your debts.

“I need to talk to you about a job offer” He says, looking deeply into your eyes. You put your legs on each side of his waist, sitting backwards over him and get closer to his face. “I’m listening” You simply say.

“Would you prefer to live here and get that money everyday for just, making the protectors relax a bit when they need to? We’ll pay for your food, bills, even collage bills and past debts” You look at him, trying to process his amazing offer.  “So you want me to do the job that I already do but with hot young boys, getting more money out of it and living in a mansion?” You ask him sarcastically and he nods.

You smile and say “Only if I get to sleep with you” You say with a smirk, making him giggle. “Deal” He groans out, before kissing your lips softly. You can’t really explain what’s with him, but the way he looks, move, and speaks, has you going crazy. You always liked your mysterious protector, since you started working, but the way he looked in real life, was something else.

His hands grab you, on the air, to let your body rest onto his bed. His hands quickly start touching your body, always hitting the right places. When his fingertips brush over your nipples, when they curl inside your walls, when they make circles over your clit. It feels like he knows you better than you do. And when his veiny length enters your body, it feels somehow familiar, like it was something you were used to but, at the same time, it felt like a completely new experience. 

His sweaty forehead, his desperate expression, his deep yet slow thrusts, the way both of your hands are on each other’s cheeks. It all feels perfect. It’s weirdly silent, but there’s no need of words in between you two. The only thing you wanna hear are his heavy breaths and his whines and moans. 

“Fuck I love this” He says, rolling his eyes back, and making you smile instantly.  “I’m close” You tell him and he nods, taking a deep breath, in order to be able to speak himself. “Me too” His needy voice and moany tone, puts you on edge and with three more thrusts of his tip hitting your g-spot you cum, shakingly. He growls at the amazing view, almost drooling at how perfect you look while having an orgasm. 

He cums shortly after, filling you up with the hot sensation you were used to but somehow making it feel warmer. His big hand rests on your cheek, sweetly caressing your soft skin, and you can’t help but get lost in his eyes for who knows how much time.

After a while he pulls out of you, lying next to you. His arm is over your shoulder, making your head rest on his chest and, just like that you both fall asleep.

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Cassandra (ft. Casslonzo)

It’s me, back on my Cats precanon hc nonsense (masterpost here). Today I come bearing Part 10(a) - Cassandra (ft, Casslonzo). I’ve spoken about Alonzo before in previous posts, so this one is more focussed on my girl Cassandra, who deserves more love. It’s Part 10(a) because it originally led into some tuggoffelees stuff, but it was getting far too long to be acceptable, so I split it in two, but they’re still kinda linked. That second part will be coming soon (possibly tomorrow)! Pls enjoy my Cassandra thoughts!

Cassandra arrives in the Junkyard after Bombalurina, Demeter, and Mistoffelees, but before Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer. Before that, she was alone. She was born a housecat, but was abandoned by her owners when they moved. Being left to fend for herself on the streets was terrifying, and she had to dramatically adapt to survive. She had been a rather pampered pet, but after she grew tough and cold. She learned how to fight, and she learned quickly and thoroughly. Her aloof demeanour and fighting prowess ensured that other street Cats left her well alone, and that’s how she wanted it. At one point she was approached by Macavity’s gang, but swiftly sent the two henchcats packing with some nice new scars. 

Her abandonment shattered her ability to trust. She wouldn’t let anyone approach her, and would hiss and swipe at them if they did. That said, she felt so lonely all the time. She wanted friends, but she was terrified to reach out, to make herself vulnerable again. She ended up joining the Jellicles almost by accident.

Alonzo was out for a stroll one day when he saw an elegant brown Queen locked in confrontation with two much larger Toms. He immediately moved to help her, but she angrily yelled at him to back off. Alonzo faltered, but then watched in awe as Cass fought them off. He approached her afterwards, but was roughly snapped at again - Cass snarls that she doesn’t need his help and he’d better leave her alone. Unfortunately, Alonzo was already fairly infatuated, and returned to her patch the next three days in a row to see her and try to talk to her. To this day, she can’t remember how he managed to get her name. Cass figured that he was just stubborn - there was no way he would actually care for real. However, Alonzo’s insistent presence turned out to be a lifesaver. During her fight, one of the other Cats managed to get a bite in, which then got infected. Cass grew fevery and weak, and on the fourth day of Alonzo’s visits, she collapsed while yelling at him.

Alonzo didn’t hesitate in running her to Jellylorum and Jennyanydots - the Jellicle tribe healers. They were able to fight off the infection and clean the wound on her leg, but Cass was a very difficult patient - withdrawn and untrusting. She was sentenced to bedrest, but continually tried to escape - but she never got very far before her leg would give out. The longer she stayed, the more fond of Jelly and Jenny she grew, but still couldn’t trust them. Eventually, when she was able to leave, Alonzo knew he couldn't stop her, but he asked her to stay anyway; he’d been to visit her every day in the medical den, and despite herself she’d come to enjoy his company. But the thought of trusting the tribe (and him) was too much for her, and she left. That was, until one day when she overheard two of Macavity’s henchcats plotting to invade the Junkyard. She let them leave, reluctantly convincing herself that the Jellicles would be just fine, until she couldn’t. She returned to the Junkyard under the guise of making sure the Cats who were kind to her were alright, but then she saw one of the henchcats injure Alonzo, who was on patrol, and she went absolutely ape shitt. 

Afterwards, she hung around to see him properly taken care of - during which Alonzo, on a painkiller-induced high, told her he loved her, and then immediately proceeded to forget he’d done so, of course. It was actually Munkustrap who convinced her to give the Jellicles a chance. As Alonzo’s best friend, he visited him a lot while he was recovering, and had lots of chances to try and talk with the mysterious Queen Alonzo was so taken with. Although he didn’t know her past, he correctly assumed that she distanced herself because she’d been hurt, and he knows what it’s like to be abandoned by someone you care about. He told her the Junkyard would always be open to her no questions asked, should she want it - they owed her one for saving Alonzo, and that she’d always be welcome/have a place there, and actually if she wanted to stay and be a protector then that would be great because they were rather short-staffed, so she’d more than earn her keep. He emphasised that the Jellicles look after their own, they’re a family, which spoke to her lonely soul. He also dropped some mega hints that Alonzo very much meant what he said. He gave Cass the push she needed to (tentatively) decide to stay.

Alonzo helped Cassandra to settle into the Junkyard, and assisted her when she decided to start protector training. Although Cassandra could easily kick his ass, she allowed it because he’s actually quite sweet and helpful and not condescending about it. (Alonzo is also very aware of this, but uses it as an excuse to be close). Cassandra had been on her own for a while, and was unaccustomed to the amount of kindness the Jellicles showed her. It takes her a while to settle in fully. She’s still quite a solitary and private Cat, but becomes fiercely loyal to her new tribe, once she’s convinced they’d never abandon her. She’s closest with Jenny, Jelly, Munk, Victoria and Misto, and of course Alonzo. Victoria and Misto are two of her favourite Cats due to their quieter nature compared to that of the more boisterous Jellicles. Actually, surprisingly, she gets really excited about Misto’s magic, like, out-of-character kind of excitement. Her whole face lights up like a kitten’s when he does anything. Later on, when Misto is more comfortable using his magic around other Cats, Cass is always keen to help out. Alonzo melts inside at how pure it all is. Cassandra doesn’t let on, but she worked really hard to build a relationship with Alonzo’s siblings, as she knows how much he loves them.

Her relationship with Alonzo is something of a slow burn. Alonzo has a tendency to (unintentionally) bring out her softer side, which is something that freaks her out at first. However, she can’t help but like him. He’s always genuine when he speaks to her. Sure, he puffs himself up sometimes like a peacock, but it’s usually to try and make her laugh (she doesn’t laugh often enough in his opinion). The two of them never really have a whole confession/ask each other out type thing, they kind of just fall into it and wake up one day and realise they’re in a relationship. Alonzo is the first Cat Cassandra trusts, enough to tell him about her abandonment. He opens up to her as well, confiding to her his fears that he’ll never be able to salvage a relationship with his younger half brother Mistoffelees. She helps him work through some of his guilt, and he helps her open up to the others more.

To Alonzo’s dismay, Cassandra is very fond of Tugger. She jokes that it’s for purely shallow reasons, but the truth is that Tugger always goes out of his way to make her feel included and wanted, like she’s a real part of the group. This is still something she struggles with a bit, and she tends to hang back at times, unsure. Neither of them ever talk about it, but when Tugger comes to her for help, she jumps at the chance to repay him.

[pocmuzings]

what's your dream rp like?

 i don’t want to sound like a grandma or like reminisce on things  but like . . the energy of summer rp’ing ( or it was summer rp’ing for me in aus ) was unparalleled . everyone was online . everyone was invested in everyone’s characters and plots . i know this sounds dumb but like . a dream rp for me is a rp where everybody actually . . rp’s. like i understand life gets busy . nobody needs to be online all the damn time , but like . people take advantage of ooc chats and will be constantly active there , but then they’ll never post much ic stuff or be on the dashboard . to me , the point of rping is that i actually RP and write my character and their interactions . u know ?

a dream rp for me would be one thats got a great plot and an admin who’s invested in keeping it fresh and going forward . like a really really good murder mystery or spooky rp that actually actively involves all the members of the rp , and has plot drops and a constantly developing plot ( but doesn’t move too quickly ! ) 

also i really miss and love apartment rps or like . just town rps in general . plotless ones , or just simple ones and everybody just brought it ANY CHARACTER and would develop them and write them ( shout out to my girl sami lazhari i miss u every day , that  apartments rp was so fun until it got toxic as heck ).

a dream rp for me would be having people in lots of different timezones !!! and also people playing actually diverse muses and characters ! im so sick of seeing white characters i really am , there i said it  . they bore me , for the most part . i’m sick of their overused faces . 

a dream rp for me would be everyone being invested in plots and connections that aren’t just romantic , too . like everyone wants to rp with everyone and build negative plots , and positive plots . platonic plots . angry plots . familial plots . like , there’s so MUCH we can do and i find that most people just don’t have the energy for them ???? ( at least , that’s been my experience ) . also some people care so much about their own character and literally nobody else’s and that’s so disheartening like . love ur own character , absolutely , but also . it’s unfair to always be talking abt ur character and ignore everyone else . let other people have attention sometimes dfjknfnjfnj

OVERALL, a dream rp for me would be 

an active dash 

an inclusive and friendly group of rpers

a diverse range of fcs and characters that reflect what real life society is for the most part

have negative characters and positive characters . characters who are Bad and characters who are really Good ( and no more ignoring ‘ nice ‘ characters . honestly . stop ignoring nice characters . it’s so irritating ) ( but also , don’t be scared to write your character as a piece of shit and negative person with bad traits . just don’t make them actually Problematic , but yes , pls write more Bad characters )

everyone making an effort to be involved in plots and plot drops and events that admins put LONG HOURS and EFFORT into creating ( all of that effort just for the event to flop is unfair ! if ur busy that day , its understandable , but don’t just not come online because you don’t know what to do or don’t ‘ like ‘ the event )

everyone branching out and talking to others and not staying in their comfort zone and forming cliques

constantly having and advertising open connections for characters ( i miss having rps where you HAD to join by picking up an open connection for somebody else . i always thought this was a really good way of making ppl feel included and IN the plot . also this is a great way to ensure that people already in the rp keep trying to build connections and getting to know new people / characters who may appear ! )

encouraging active character development , but also everyone encouraging everyone ELSE’S character development instead of just being focused on their own

building a healthy , happy community within the rp , ic and ooc

inclusive of people from different timezones ( stop allowing your rp to be dominated by one timezone and use that timezone to conduct all ur events and meme days )

good activity checks ( ooc group chat activity literally doesnt and shouldn’t count . it’s unfair to others who actually want to rp . people take advantage of how long they can not be properly ic active for and it makes the entire rp die if nobody is going to actually be active properly )

admins also being active on their own characters ( i just notice this sometimes . like i totally know that admins are super busy and admin’ing isnt their job but also . lead by example . be active when u can , and pick up a diverse character urself ! )

not focusing hard on an ooc chat or making a ooc chat mandatory ( i find they’re very easy to make cliques and start being exclusionary )

with a strong plot or plot drops or ways to get every character and every person involved ! 

( also the other way around ) a rp that doesnt have to have plot ! honestly , i’ve been in amazing plotless rps and they work so well BECAUSE the admins also don’t feel the need to constantly keep a plot going , or updating the main or doing graphics and stuff . it gives them time to breathe and to also write and develop their own chars !