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[leidyhaze]

Heartstrings and Second Chances

Satoru x reader

synopsis: You see Satoru falling for another girl who isn't you, you've noticed the way he gazes at her as if she's his entire universe. You constantly believe that she is his ultimate love, his first love. And you can never replace her.

cw: angst (like as in) ,18+, smut, character death, this is a mess tbh, she fell first but he fell harder, suicide, fingering, love making, love sex, unprotected, breeding, clingy reader, satoru’s mom being a bitch, satoru needs you to get pregnant.

Wc: 5k+

a/n: ahhh my first oneshot here in this account, i hope you like it <3

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"I won't marry her. "

"Satoru— stop!"

"I have a fucking girlfriend!"

Satoru's voice reverberates in the room, and you, already gazing downward, can no longer tolerate being here. You only wish to escape and go.

“ I didn't know that your son has a girlfriend? "

You’re angry, to his mother. Satoru is tightening his jaw and ready to talk once more, but his mother unexpectedly interjects.

"Oh— i actually didn't know that, but don't worry, Satoru will cut her off."

“No, I won't,” he chuckled. Certainly, he won't; he cares for his girlfriend, and you are aware of that. Satoru is a wonderful person, you like him, naturally. How is it possible to not? However, there is already a girl who possesses him, and Satoru loves her. She was the love of his life.

He cares for his girlfriend deeply, and no one could ever take her place. Not a single person, not even you.

"I don't know what you're planning but i have my decision, i won't get marry and i won't fucking cut off Diana." He said and left.

"Listen, I apologize. I'll simply go have a chat with him." His mother speaks and trailed behind him, your mother gazes at you and you recognize that expression. “I’m fine,” you smiled.

"I believe I've chosen the wrong guy for you, darling," she chuckles, and you do as well.

You shouldn't try to compel Satoru to love you; he understands that Diana is his soulmate.

“Don’t you like satoru?” Your mom asked.

You shook your head. “No”

A lie, of course.

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Working at your parents' business is not beneficial, it's quite exhausting. Documents scattered throughout the office, papers here, papers everywhere. Damn.

You require a break, so you shove the papers aside and lay your head on the desk.

Suddenly someone knocks.

"Excuse me, ma'am, but someone is seeking to become your secretary."

Oh right, the secretary. Your former secretary departed because she claimed she needed a break. Constantly striving, you wish that this individual is resilient enough to join you in your battle.

You clear you throat and said “come in”

Then you notice her; she has short hair, no makeup, and her eyes reveal that she’s weary, but she unexpectedly smiles.

Nanami, one of your employees has left, leaving just the two of you.

"I truly need this job, so please." She pleaded and shut her eyes, and you can tell she’s exhausted from searching for work.

“That's fine, I don't have specific preferences.” You indeed smiled at her. She gave you the application form, and you looked it over.

Diana Flammia, 25 years old.

"Wow, you're actually older than I am." She chuckles at this. "No, I simply want a job," she said, gazing downward.

"I suppose you're hired, I believe it's fine that you're older than I am, so could you mentor me? I'm really not skilled at managing this company," you said, and she chuckles at you. "Of course."

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You're back here at this annoying dining table having a meal with Satoru and her mother. The quiet is so intense that the sole sound you detect is the fork clashing with the plate.

But your mom breaks the silence.

"Hey, do you believe we need to end this?" All of you suddenly gaze at her big eyes, especially Satoru's mom.

"W-what do you mean by that?" she inquired of your mom.

"I mean, the kids don't care for one another." We are unable to compel them, so we need to end this marriage." Your mother mentioned that you glance at her and smile, and you noticed Satoru smiling as well.

And he looks so stunning when he does.

However, her mother appeared furious, evidently disapproving of it.

She was ready to talk, but Satoru spoke ahead of her.

"I agree," he remarked as he sliced a steak.

She laughed, "Of course you agree, you want to marry that girl, that poor child."

Satoru halts in his path, clutching the fork firmly, and you can see the veils in his hands. "Don't refer to her that way." He remarked while gazing downward, his eyes growing dim.

"What? It's a fact, she's brat—“ abruptly, Satoru slams the fork into the table, making her mom fall silent. He glared at her and stood up, he left, heading outside.

"That's quite impolite of you, Mrs. Gojo," your mom remarks.

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You spotted Satoru in the garden and were about to walk over, but then you noticed he was conversing with someone on his phone.

"Did you get a job? That's good, baby, just don't put too much pressure on yourself, alright? “ Your heart is hurting, you have feelings for Satoru, you wish to think of yourself, but you can't—everyone deserves to be happy.

"Good night, I love you." He ended the call and sighed, shutting his eyes. He opens them upon realizing that you are present.

He glances at you from the side, but you're averting your gaze, trying to avoid making eye contact.

"Are you just going to stand there?" he said suddenly, it's the first time he's ever talked to you. Perhaps he felt gratitude because the marriage ended.

"Hey, come over, take a seat," he said as you walked slowly until you reached the bench and sat down. He sits beside you, gazing at the sky.

"My mom is quite a bitch, isn't she?" he chuckles, "saying something about Diana," he laughs once more.

He was keeping her safe.

"Regarding Diana, please avoid putting pressure on her to work."

You unexpectedly gaze at him, and he gazes back at you, establishing eye contact. "I advised her against working because she was ill, yet she was persistent, insisting that she didn't want to remain at home doing nothing. “

You nod, "I understand that."

"Please don't put pressure on her, her body is frail, and...” his voice faltered, “and ready to surrender, so please treat her kindly. She's kind, so no need to worry. “

"I am aware."

You’re aware that Diana is kind, she assisted you earlier during the meeting. Inquiring if you're fatigued and she will handle the task. Diana is a celestial being.

"There's no need to worry, I'll handle her."

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Time has gone by and everything feels so..challenging. You've been working for 24 hours, and you wish to call Diana for help, but you can't.

Diana is likely resting, as she requires sleep as well.

But damn, you also need some rest.

“No, I can manage this,” you told yourself, these last few days have been something else. It’s enjoyable being with Diana. She is constantly by your side, assisting you.

She is kind.

However, previously? She behaves oddly, she asks you to join her for a meal and also to spend time together. You feel happy, of course, but that doesn't change the reality that she's behaving oddly.

Upon waking up and upon reaching your office, you discovered your employees quiet. Typically, they are noisy, but currently they're quiet as though something occurred.

And can you believe it? Diana is not present.

You called Nanami, and he arrived at your office, you observed that his eyes were red, as though he had just been crying.

You clear your throat. "Are you aware of the reason diana is not here today?" You inquire as you glance over the documents on your desk. There are numerous.

He gazed at you, "why?" You inquired.

He nibbles on his lower lip to prevent himself from weeping.

"She...she passed away this evening."

You came to a halt.

"What did you say?"

No.

No.

A tear drops from your eye, but you swiftly wipe it away, "I-I don't understand, why?" Your voice trembles, and the tears you wipe away come falling once more, and this time you allow it.

"We...we still aren't sure, but someone claimed she took her own life."

You understand everything now about why she was acting oddly yesterday. All is understood.

But for what reason?

You covered your face with your hands and wept, you weren't even aware, did you cause her stress?

You keep on crying, and tears just keep streaming down. You were excessively worrying about whether you had wronged her.

You've always had a fondness for her, you always will. Due to her, you comprehend Satoru, he was deeply in love with her, and you realize that. She was a heavenly being.

However, you were not aware that she would transform into an angel, so shortly.

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"Only 3 weeks, my dear."

Satoru is utterly heartbroken, do you really believe it won't?

It would be pleasant to spend just 3 weeks with him. And you believe he doesn't want you to.

"Honey, I believe she's correct, moreover, Satoru requires some comfort."

You believe it's not a wise choice to console him.

"I'm not sure what children today want, he won't eat and has just shut himself in his room." You fidget with your fingers while hearing his mother.

Is it something you should pursue?

What if he gets angry when he spots you?

Numerous thoughts in your head cannot quell the what ifs.

"Darling." Your mom speaks while brushing your shoulders, motivating you to proceed. "It's only 3 weeks."

"Alright."

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The quietness upon your arrival makes it seem as if the house is lifeless.

Satoru's mother has already departed, she doesn't even show you around.

You examine the house, it was large, naturally. You climbed the stairs and discovered a locked room.

Certainly his room.

You walk into the room next to his and place your belongings there.

Then you knock on his door.

No response.

Once more.

Still no response.

As you were preparing to leave, a sob caught your attention, you halted in your steps and looked down, fighting back tears. He was devastated as one would be, she was his girlfriend, his everything, his greatest love.

You clean up your belongings and proceed at a slow pace.

back to his room, and you knock once more. “Are you there, Gojo?” You rang.

"What on earth are you doing here?"

You were taken aback, you realized he would be furious. Your hands shaking and his words resonating in your mind.

"Is it Mom who sent you?" I don't need you," he stated in a chilly tone.

You're unfamiliar with this aspect of him, when he talked to you in the garden, it was...gentle. But now, it’s filled with sorrow and rage.

"I-I'll only be here for 3 weeks, so don’t worry, I won’t disturb you." Your voice shakes as you anticipate whether he'll respond, but he remains silent.

"H-have you eaten yet?"

No response.

You think that perhaps tomorrow you will finally meet him and talk to him, so you head to your room and lie there, looking at the ceiling.

You shut your eyes, sensing the tears streaming once more.

"I miss you, Diana."

You’re wrong.

You are mistaken.

Since the instant you opened your eyes, Satoru remains in his room.

You will leave, naturally, work, once more.

You knock again at his door, one hand clutching your bag. "Gojo?" You called him. However, undoubtedly, no response.

“I will be heading out, if you’re hungry, there’s some food in the refrigerator. Please avoid skipping meals.”

You await a response, but there is only silence, you exhale deeply and beginning to stroll downward. Ready to leave, you gaze at Satoru's room one final time.

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Upon returning home, everything remains unchanged, the house is silent and Satoru is still in his room.

You look in the fridge to see if he has eaten, but he's didn’t , so you hurry to his room and knock. You’re exhausted, but what’s occupying your thoughts at the moment is Satoru. He must have food.

“Gojo? Why didn’t you have anything to eat?" You inquired with him, but there is still no response. You can't contain it any longer, so you dashed into your room and took the key to his room. His mother provided it to you.

As you prepare to unlock it, you hesitate, he will be upset, you're aware of that. You shake your head, unlock it, and upon opening the door, you saw him.

He was sitting in the corner of his bed, his hands on his toes with his head underneath. He was weeping, you can hear his sobbing.

"Satoru," this is the first time you call him in his first name.

He remained silent, continuing to cry.

"You must e-"

“I miss her.”

You stopped.

You shut your eyes as the tears are about to drop once more.

"I miss her, i want to see her."

And with that, your tears stream down.

"Satoru... it's important for you to have something to eat."

"What I need at this moment is Diana," he said, and at last, he gazed up at you you noticed his blue eyes, brimming with tears.

You took a seat, observing him.

"Do you believe she'll be happy if she finds you in this state? She did it because she desires to rest, and you... Satoru, you must live!” You yelled.

“I can’t live without her. “

Fuck.

"Before her passing," he began, "she—she mentioned she needed space, but I..I had no idea.." He was crying uncontrollably, making it difficult for him to speak.

"Are you aware of what she told me just before she passed away? She mentioned that life is valuable and expressed her joy in feeling loved by all, including you. “You cried, uncertain if you should mourn Diana's absence or observe the man you loved suffering in front of you.

Observing his affection for her.

"The marriage ended because my mom inquired if I wanted to proceed or not. I refused." You informed

He looked at you, a puzzled expression on his face.

"That's not true” you avert your gaze from him, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"I-I wish to be with you...but..I'm so selfish if I were to do that, you know? When I worked along with Diana, I recognized my choice was right because Diana is..."you fell apart.

"Watching you with her, gazing at her as if she's everything to you pains me. However, what can I do? She was your greatest love. And nobody can take her place in your heart." You were weeping alongside him, your face is so disheveled, and you aren't concerned about his thoughts at this moment.

"It's fine, I merely expressed what I desire. You don't have to harm yourself for not eating, “you said and left him space.

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Satoru had dinner last night.

Just as you were about to sleep, he unexpectedly knocks and inquires if there’s any food left in the fridge.

You lead him to the fridge and he consumes.

And now you observed him while he was having his breakfast.

"Morning.." he stated, and you looked at him in surprise, questioning if he truly meant it. "Good..Morning?"

He smile weakly at you and goes on eating, while you remain stunned by his unexpected move.

And tonight, you watched him organize his room, which is in chaos. After Diana passed away, he don’t know what to do.

And now, he was tidying it up, repairing and even rearranged some items. He entirely transformed it.

As he was still cleaning, you provided him with food, as he requires nourishment to regain his strength.

As you walked in, he gazed at you, and you noticed him, your eyes quickly turned to a photo he was holding. It was an image of Diana.

"Sorry, I just got you something to eat," you said and put the food on his table and was on the verge of leaving when he grabbed your wrist.

You paused, you can’t even bear to see him. Following what occurred last night, you felt embarrassed.

"Sorr-"

"Prove yourself."

What?

"Teach me to have faith in love, once more."

Tears stream from your eyes, you find it hard to grasp what you're hearing. "You don't have to-"

You inhaled sharply as he abruptly released you from the embrace, your face collided with his chest as he rested his chin on your head.

“Please.”

You cried against his chest.

"This seems..off," you remarked, attempting to distance yourself from him, but he held you close. "Let’s offer one another a second chance."

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"Should we go out?"

You open your eyes wide and gaze at him, the two of you are sitting on the sofa watching some films. It was uncomfortable, yet Satoru always initiated a discussion with you.

"I- I’m not sure h–“

"You don’t date?”

You moved your head in a negative way.

You received a company at a young age, leaving you no time for dating, oh how you wish you could.

You consistently desire to experience dating, romance, and being in a relationship. Since you were born, you've never had any boyfriends, perhaps a crush when you were little, but what about now? No.

"Hey, that's fine. Let's have our dinner tomorrow, alright?" you smiled at him, feeling so cherished by him lately. On certain nights, the two of you discuss Diana, expressing that you miss her and he misses her.

The date went well, you and Satoru are becoming closer and more at ease with each other.

One night you dreamed a dream so vivid that it left you in tears upon waking. You look at the clock and realize that it’s 2 a.m. in the morning. You require additional sleep, yet you're unable to.

You walked towards Satoru’s room.

As you entered Satoru's room, you noticed he never locks it anymore since that event occurred.

You observed him slumbering, his expression serene, with long eyelashes closed and lips slightly ajar. You walk up to him and he suddenly becomes alert.

He lowered himself, massaging his tired eyes, “hey, are you alright?” Do you need anything?" he gazes at you now.

"I-I dreamed a...terrible nightmare," you said while glancing down, snuffling. "It was really bad s..satoru, it was truly frightening." You are crying now.

He takes your wrists and places you on his bed, you’re now sitting there. He puts his hand on your shoulder and directs you to lay your head on his shoulder.

"Shh, it's alright." he said as he gently patted your shoulders, and you shut your eyes, leaning your body against his.

Satoru gently placed you on his bed, and as his touch ghosted you, your eyes flew open, discovering him there. "I’m here."

He lay next to you and drew the blanket up to your chests, and you sense his arms enveloping you once more.

embracing you.

Upon waking, his arms are still wrapped around you, your back is to him, and you can sense his breath.

You were just about to stand when his powerful arms suddenly tugged you back, prompting you to roll your eyes.

"Satoru, I have some works to complete."

He merely moans while still embracing you, he turns you to face him and you notice his eyes remain closed, yet his lips are smiling.

This man.

Following that, Satoru invites you to sleep in his room once more. Until it becomes your habit to sleep together.

“Mom? “

You abruptly withdrew from Satoru while the two of you were conversing on the sofa. Your head resting on his chest while his arm is around your back.

"Wow, I didn’t realize you’d be moving on so quickly?" his mother remarked.

"Not right now, please," Satoru said, but naturally, his mother always ignored his request.

"Excuse me? I'm truly glad for the two of you! I was taken aback, alright? I wasn't aware that she'd take Diana's place so quickly. You always claimed that she is your greatest love—" his mom halts when Satoru yells at her.

You gaze downward, tears streaming from your eyes.

What were your expectations? Certainly, she was his greatest love. You're foolish to believe that he can love you the way he loved her.

You fled from their home, you're in pain, a lot.

What made you believe you could take her place?

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Today is Satoru's birthday, and your mom is asking you to go to his house. You informed her that you are unable to, and since that day, you haven’t returned to Satoru's home.

You wish to wish him a happy birthday.

"Go on, darling. You have a present for him, correct?”You scowl at your mother and she simply laughs. "Come on, darling, I have a present for him too, alright?"

And you did, because how could you not? Your mother is pleading with you to take and give him her present!

As you reach the house, the music fills the air, you take a breath before entering.

As you open the door, the music abruptly halts and everyone turns to face you.

You nipped your bottom lip, and your hands began to tremble.

Unexpectedly, Satoru comes closer to you and grips your shaking hand tightly. "Uh, hey..." he proclaims. "She is-"

"She’s Diana’s boss!" You swallow at that.

"Mei Mei—"

The girl quickly snatches the present from your hand. Your present to him. "Let’s take a look..."

"Cut that out!" Satoru yelled.

You were trembling. Panting, you desire to grab the present from the girl's grasp, but you can't. You shut your eyes as they unveil the gift.

They laugh.

"Are you kidding? A keychain?" she stares at you with a look of disgust. "You know, if Diana is here, she'll bake him a cookie. Diana knows Satoru better than you do. Dia—‘

“Diana isn’t here!’ They gaze at Satoru in astonishment, including you.

‘She’s gone now, so please... please don’t bring her up.’" He told them, his eyes growing larger.

When you unexpectedly come to the understanding that you're still present, you dash out of the house, weeping.

However, this time Satoru wouldn't allow you to leave. He chases after you and catches you in his strong embrace.

He hugs you tightly from behind while you sob, burying your face in your hair.

"Don't leave..please."

You despise yourself, feeling so foolish for believing you have a chance.

It's evident he wishes to erase her from his mind while being with you, but it doesn't change the reality that she was his first and greatest love.

You push his hands away from your body and confront him. You see him in tears. "You mentioned… let's give each other a chance, but… do I stand a chance with you?" you weep.

He gazes at you with watery eyes, takes a step closer, and grasps your shaking hand. “You have..you always have..”

He gently dries your tears with his other hand and kisses your forehead, whispering,

"I love you."

You close your eyes, crying even more. You heard it. He stated it, he declared I love you.

"Please stop crying."

You acknowledge it now, no one can take Diana's place in his heart, you realize now.

Diana is both his first and greatest love. He cherished Diana, and now he will cherish you for the rest of his life.

He gently caresses your cheeks, gradually leaning in for a kiss, and you sense it, you feel the love and desire. You feel the love.

His lips are tender, mild. He desires for you to sense his affection for you. Then he encountered your tongue, drawing you nearer, arms encircling your waist while your arms curled around his neck, deepening the kiss.

Tongues dancing with each other, here you are with him, kissing under the moonlight.

You feel so loved.

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Satoru set the flowers next to Diana's grave, smiling as he gazed at her name.

He missed her, but he’s doing fine now.

After Diana passed away, Satoru felt lost, she was his entire world.

He can hardly believe that he is alive today and capable of loving again.

Diana left a mark on his heart, he loved her deeply and will cherish her forever.

"Hey, are you alright up there?" he inquired, looking at her name.

She had grown weary of life and chose to end it. Satoru attempted to prevent her, but they are both aware that regardless of the outcome, she will soon become an angel.

"I cant say ‘i love you’ to you now, you know? I will be having wife soon," he chuckles, imagining your adorable face.

"Technically, she's not my wife yet, I… will ask her to marry me tonight." He glances at the ring in his hand, envisioning himself placing it on your finger.

He’s so inlove.

“We will create a family, i know..that’s your dream..with me, but that’s also my dream, with her.”

Satoru understands that you and Diana are different, he had loved Diana, yet he realizes you are his for eternity. He was certain.

"I’m sorry, I-I love her..." he faltered at her grave. "I'm afraid to admit it, but I'm aware of my feelings, I know that this feeling is unique, this love is distinct from what I felt for you, I love her more than I loved you now." He's fearful that Diana might leave him, yet 'what ifs' linger in his thoughts.

"What if you hadn't died, would I still love her? Diana, I can't live without her..." he was becoming emotional, aware that Diana was both caring and altruistic.

Yet, he understands that he has to release her.

With your arrival in his life, the pain that Diana caused is gradually fading away. That's when he realized that Diana is his first love. And you, his greatest love .

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"You're incredibly beautiful," Satoru murmured as his hand glided over your body, the wedding had gone perfectly, and now you both are in bed together.

He kisses your neck, gently sucking on the sensitive spot there. He’s whispering ‘I love you’ and ‘you’re so beautiful’ in your ears.

His kisses traveled lower, until he caught your breasts, fondling them with both hands. "Satoru.."

"Thats it, love. “ He placed his mouth on your nipple, sucking it while pinching the other one with two fingers. Your back curves, completely drenched below.

Once he’s done, he gazed at you and kissed you, you were moaning into his lips. His fingers slid down until he found your covered sex. His thumb rubbed your clit, causing you to moan into his mouth, he pulled back and gazed at you. He smiled. "You're perfect," he murmurs.

"Satoru, more.." you pleaded, and he complied, lowering your skirt. He chuckled upon seeing you aroused.

"No, don't laugh," you cautioned him.

He moved your panties aside and slid a finger inside you, causing you to gasp, “Satoru!" You called him, back arching. You're like this for only one finger.

"Darling, you’re so sensitive ."

You moan loudly when he added a second finger, with two fingers inside you, and you were breathing heavily. Satoru wants to buried his self in you, yet he wants you to be ready beforehand.

He perceives you tightening around his fingers and picturing it with his cock instead . A breathy moan escapes your lips, your legs quivering as his fingers thrust rapidly.

You clutch the bedsheets, closing your eyes as you experience the pleasure. You're almost there. "Release it, darling, give it to me," he murmurs, kissing your knuckle while his fingers move faster inside you, causing you to moan louder and cream his finger.

Your legs tremble, spine bending as you reach climax. "You did great, darling." He kisses your forehead. "Satoru, I want you, please." He smiled and nodded at you, kissing your lips once more, while your hands moved to his chest, gently undressing him.

You're unsure about reaching out to him. "It's fine, I'm yours, my love."

He removed his trousers and underwear, and you glance at his bulge and erect member. You reach at it and make contact with its tip. Satoru tilts his head backward, his hands abruptly halting you.

You glance at him as he adjusts himself at your entrance, gently stroking your hair.

“Breathe, darling. “ And you do, you sensed his tip on your clit and now at your entrance. He gradually enters you, causing you to gasp. So enormous. When he entered you, you felt incredibly full. You extend your hand to satoru and he gradually leans towards you, causing your lips to connect.

He began to move, making you groan. "Satoru..." he entered you with a gradual rhythm. "Nngh.."

"Did that feel good, love?" he inquired, and you nodded in response. He began to thrust more rapidly, lifting one of your thighs onto his shoulder as he continued.

"Satoru! Feels...great..ah!" You moan to him and he pushes again, more forcefully this time. "That's it, love." You felt warm, you’re so tight around him, driving him crazy.

'Satoru..' you called, 'more..' He pressed roughly against your lips and quickened the pace, making your mind spin. You can hear the damp noise and his hips hitting against you.

"Satoru, I-m..." he was thrusting quickly, you look so messed up. You can’t concentrate, all that occupies your mind is how incredible Satoru was and the pleasure he’s giving you.

With one final thrust, you reach climax, your legs trembling as you draw him in. However, he continued, he’s pushing forward. "Too much! Satoru!”

He doesn't pay attention to you and keeps doing what he's doing. "I'm unable to... stop... I will make you mine, and we will build a family together." He said as he suddenly envisioned you with his child in your womb.

"You’re... growing larger inside... me!" He placed his fingers on your clit, rubbing it vigorously and quickly.

"Come again for me, love, just once more." And you felt it once more, nearing the edge. You call out his name when you reach your climax, feeling his seeds within you as you both fall down.

He rests his forehead on yours and grins. "I love you," he says, and you return his smile. You lean in to kiss him, he then lies next to you, drawing you close to his chest while kissing your forehead.

"I bet by tomorrow you'll be pregnant." You swat his hand away, and he just chuckles at you. He drew you closer, encircling your waist with his arms, resting his chin on your head while inhaling the scent of your hair.

You both drifted off to sleep and dreamt of Diana smiling widely while congratulating you both.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ ✦ . 　⁺ 　

a/n: thoughts? My first one shot! My fingers going to break rn.

[spitdrunken]

i keep thinking about essentially being like. velvette's 'charity case' model and how your relationship develops from there.

notes: fem!reader, velvette calls you ugly LMAO, beyond that... no warnings, really. surprisingly the most healthy vee relationship ive written yet!

velvette's typical models all look similar, reminiscent of the modeling industry back when you were alive. tall, skinny and, more important than anything else, human-looking. most of them could pass for humans in a costume.

you… do not. you just didn't get quite that lucky with your demon form! really, you can say that the vast majority of people drew the short end of the stick, at least by the kind of standards that people like velvette set. maybe you're a bat, with a snout you've deemed as pig-like taking up most of your face. or a sheep, your single-slitted, dead eyes making even you uncomfortable. perhaps you're more formed after an object than what you would consider a person, or plant-like in nature! in any regards, due to the way lucifer chose to have you reborn you firmly do not fall within hell's beauty standards.

all of that means you were absolutely not expecting to be accepted when you went ahead and applied to a job with someone as famous and perfectionistic as velvette. it had started as a joke, really. you'd posted a purposefully horrible picture of yourself on vitter, with a stupid caption like; "do u think that :skull::heart: would kill me for submitting to open casting looking like this lmaooooo" (you have to use emojis to talk about the vees, as the socials owned by them are notorious for taking anything remotely negative down.)

and unexpectedly, your post randomly did some pretty big numbers, with people egging you on and some practically begging to tell you what kind of insults she would sling at your head. you saw some people copying your original as well.

so you're like! whatever!!! you don't think that you'd even get through the application process, much less velvette herself. nothing will end up happening, so, who cares? but then, somehow, despite everyone and their mom wanting to model for velvette, you get… through? and you even get an interview scheduled with velvette herself?

she takes one look at you as you walk in, and just goes: oh my god. this really is grim. and you're hardly seated, before she continues. look, i don't have the time for niceties, and introductions are entirely unnecessary. i'm sure you already know this, but you're not here because of your looks.

yeah. you figured that. …i guessed so. but i'm still sitting here. so, why?

instead of getting a real answer, you're shuffled off into a shoot, different outfits flashing on top of your body, faster than you blink, velvette's face settled into a scowl, till it suddenly lights up. it doesn't go… super well, you've never really done this and, if you had, velvette's attitude surely wouldn't help. you never really get clarity as to why you're being hired, when a contract is shoved in front of you.

(the reality of the situation is that velvette had seen you trending, not trending-trending, but still a noticable. she realised the demand for someone like you, a 'relatable' every-demon being thrust into this new world, and documenting it online. her company can claim they accept 'all kinds of demons', and some poor suckers will feel less excluded when looking at her fashion, buying it more quickly. win-win-win!)

she tells you to you're face that you're the ultimate challenge. if she can fix someone like you up to in a half-decent model, it just shows that she really is a fucking goddess. maybe you're not as pretty or as used to everything as the rest of the models, but that doesn't mean you don't put in any effort now that you're there. the other girls won't associate with you whatsoever, but you do listen in on their conversations, pretending to mess around on your phone, coming to know the kind of make-up velvette likes. you tirelessly browse online, mostly on vikvok and vitter, figuring out the current trends. and after a while, velvette takes a look at an outfit you picked, and actually says…

this is pretty decent. it won't look good on you, but i can use this. maybe, somewhere along the way, you become more of an assistant or outfit suggestor for velvette, only occasionally stopping in for shoots. velvette never accepted anyone in a similar position to you, even though vox tried her to get an assistant for ages, and she wouldn't have accepted you either if you'd obviously being vying for the position. but you weren't, and your position just kind of naturally developed that way.

your shtick as a 'charity case' has somewhat been abandoned, though velvette still dumps clothes in your arms sometimes and tells you to try them on. maybe you're one of the few people who gets her to laugh, and the only one who she freely bitches to about all of her models. (she does this to vox and valentino too, but it's not the same. they don't care as much, nor do they really know who she's talking about.) she lets you sort through some of the open casting applications and help pick out the theme for a shoot.

of course, absolutely everything you do has to go through velvette first, and she still criticizes you aplenty, but you can't help but feel she has grown… fond of you, in a sense? sometimes, you swear you see her wearing outfits you'd picked out for another model… and while she shittalks everything that moves, you just happened to listen in on her giving a model a tonguelashing for talking bad about you. either way, you've certainly come to like her a lot more. you're now even mutuals on vitter and vikvok! much to the delight of the tiny following you'd grown on there. she even posted a picture of the two of you on there! …that means you've really made it.

maybe at some point, when her company has hit a new milestone and, in a rare slip-up (or perhaps valentino gave her a super strong drink on purpose, thinking its funny) she gets pretty drunk. you end up sitting opposite of each other in a bar, with her having decided on the spot to put some make-up on you, leaning in close to check her work, fingers gliding slowly over your skin. a situation that feels entirely too intimate for this setting, not helped by the half-lidded look in your eyes. …i have changed my mind. she mumbles, slurring her words are little. you can look pretty, after all.

you sputter out a oh really, and you only realised that now?! in order to break the heaviness of the air, the unspoken tension that makes your heart skip a beat, and velvette laughs.

(maybe there's hope for the two of you yet.)

[ghostwise]

oooh 51 for the touch prompts :)c

51. caressing the other’s cheek, 1k tags: rook x harding, male laidir, act 2 spoilers

Acute lyrium toxicity, reads the header across Emmrich’s handwritten notes. It is not something he is often called upon to treat, so he’s spent the past couple of evenings brushing up on the subject.

He’s read about lyrium’s use in dwarven runecraft, its application in the Circle of Magi as well as the Templar order, and, most intriguing to him, its susceptibility to Blight. He has even reviewed first-hand reports of red lyrium from the Inquisition, courtesy of their very own Inquisition scout, whose interest in the subject has become an all-consuming drive as of late. And for good reason, following her encounter with the Titan’s shadow.

Emmrich has read enough to feel reassured. By all accounts, Rook received a lyrium dosage several times greater than that given to a mage during their Harrowing, and yet, he is still breathing. Whatever Harding did to him down there worked. Usually non-lethal, once the substance is cleared from the blood, so say the texts.

But for Lace Harding, such words hold little weight. She won’t rest until she sees Rook open his eyes.

So Emmrich waits with her. He brings her another cup of tea and Manfred hovers close by, sugar tongs in hand.

“Thank you,” Harding whispers. She smiles weakly as Manfred sweetens her tea. One cube, two cubes, three. Four.

“That’s quite enough, Manfred,” Emmrich murmurs.

“It’s alright. I need all the sweetness I can get,” Harding says, and, for Manfred’s sake, sips at the sugary tea.

The skeleton utters a pleased, gurgling hiss before returning to Laidir’s side, sitting opposite Harding.

“You know, Harding,” Emmrich says carefully, “You should rest. His condition is stable. And I dare say, Manfred has been as constant a caregiver as you and I have.”

“Thank you for your concern,” Harding says evenly. “I’m fine.”

“Lace-” Emmrich sighs.

“Really, Emmrich.” She looks up at him, a puffy and dark quality to the skin under her eyes. “I’m fine. You forget, I’ve spent the last decade… dealing with crisis. Finding solutions.” She shifts and sets her teacup upon the bedside table. “With the Inquisition, I set up new outposts and explored places I’d never dreamed of seeing. Since then, I’ve traveled everywhere—tracking Solas, fighting Venatori, slavers, mercenaries—so, sitting here beside him? It’s easy, Emmrich. Too easy, maybe. This isn’t a problem I can aim an arrow at. It’s…”

Emmrich watches her lapse into silence. She’d done a good job putting things into words, up until she hit a feeling she couldn’t name. He’s a romantic himself; he’s well aware of the tangled paths hearts can take.

“When you first became aware of this… complication, between your emotions and your new-found abilities,” he says slowly, “You mentioned feeling somewhat responsible. And I told you-”

“To be patient,” Harding completes.

On the bed, Lirio lets out a raspy breath. She looks at him for a moment, waiting for his breathing to relax again, before continuing.

“I appreciated that, you know. It was good advice. Everyone else kept saying, don’t worry. But why wouldn’t I worry? I had no clue what was happening to me, and I worse, I was hurting someone I cared about. Or they’d say, it’s not your fault. But it wasn’t about it being my fault, it was about…”

Another pause. Emmrich let his mind wander for a moment, down a hypothetical path: if he had changed, unexpectedly, completely, in such a way that he inadvertently hurt those dearest to him, what would he think?

“It was about understanding yourself,” he guesses. “Making peace with the power.”

“Yeah,” Lace nods. “Yeah, I never felt it was my fault. But I knew it was my responsibility to figure it out. Maybe I never would. And would he be okay with that? Would I?” She glances away, recalling the conversation. “He said he would. I’m inclined to believe him.”

“And now?” Emmrich prompts.

“Now…” Lace shakes her head at the wonder that is her life. “I didn’t ask for this gift, but I have it anyway. The pain the Titans experienced eons upon eons ago… to me, it feels like it happened just yesterday. That’s not my fault. That’s not anyone’s fault. I don’t think it’s something the Titan did to me purposefully, anyway.”

She hesitates, gathering her next words. She still finds it challenging to explain some pieces of what she experienced, but she tries anyway, knowing Emmrich will try to understand.

“Their sense of time is different… a continent could take a lifetime to form, mountains and forests blinking in and out of view. They don’t exist, quick and isolated from others, like we do. And I’m not sure if Titans feel love like we feel love. But they feel connection, through the lyrium. And without connection, there’s just… nothing. The most horrible nothing. A complete inversion of the connection they need to survive.”

“Isatunoll,” Emmrich says with a smile.

“Isatunoll,” Harding echoes softly. “I’m not a Titan. I have to feel like a person feels. Lirio helped me see that.”

“Ah, yes. By exposing himself to the Titan’s lyrium fully!”

Harding glances up at him. Suddenly, she laughs; the clearest sound of laughter he’s heard from her in days.

“You are looking at me with the biggest, cheesiest smile, Emmrich,” she says. “You’re all… mushy and sappy…”

“It’s terribly romantic, Harding,” Emmrich sighs. “I’m happy for you. That’s all.”

“Um. Thank you.” She giggles. “Really, thank you. For all your help. I’m happy too. Or, I will be. Just as soon as I can speak to him. As soon as I know I can…”

Across the bed, Manfred clatters his ribs. A shiver of bones lends way to a happy hiss. Emmrich and Lace look up, conversation forgotten, as Lirio stirs; all stiff muscles and post-lyrium aches.

Lirio cracks open his eyes and blinks as the world around him comes into focus, slowly. All he can see is a bloom of red, the exact shade of which immediately thrills him. “Lace,” he murmurs, though he can’t quite see her yet.

“Lirio,” she breathes. “I’m here.”

She reaches a trembling hand to cup his cheek. She watches for that characteristic blue glow, but it doesn’t come. Then Rook reaches up to cover her hand with his own, leaning into the touch as naturally as rain falls on the windward side of a mountain.

“I’ll fetch more tea,” Emmrich says hurriedly. He pulls Manfred along, away from the two.

As he goes, he thinks to himself again, isatunoll. And wonders whether mountains and people have more in common than Harding had guessed.

[blathannabeaga]

.☽༊˚ one-word prompts; coffee

jim street x reader

feat. uniformed!reader, s5-ish swat academy instructor!street, references and brief descriptions of gun violence and injury (not to reader or street), hurt/comfort, mutual pining

Loud as the ER’s waiting room is this late into the evening, the furore only barely reaches your ears above the blood still rushing through your head. It’s an all-consuming, dementing noise that no amount of deep breaths or kneading at your aching temples to do away with - and your only break from it is the series of three, succinct shots that your mind has been playing on loop for the last hour. 

After the first, your hand is flying to your duty belt and wrenching your sidearm loose as you bolt backwards from the passenger door of the car and find cover at the rear of your adjacent squad car. The second, and despite your shouts at him Eric is dropping from sight on the driver’s side as the engine revs back to life.

The third and the car is tearing off down the empty street, kicking up gravel in its wake as you roar the plate number into your radio before your voice dies in your throat at the sight of Eric strewn back against the pavement. The burst of darkness spreads alarmingly fast across his side, visible even under the flickering streetlamps, blood pooling on the ground and soaking into the knees of your pants by the time you lurch over to him and drop to his side. 

The accursed sequence replays once, twice, ten times over as you haunt the hospital halls in wait of news. People come and go - a sweet nurse, tending to the scratches on your palms and uttering assurances that fall on unhearing ears, your watch commander who offers only a tight squeeze of your shoulder before heading away to begin the hunt for the assailant. What’s immovable is, for all your half-hysterical scrubbing, the dried, rust-coloured stains sunken into the beds of your nails and the grooves of your palms - and the persistent churning of your stomach as more and more time passes with no news.

The thought of Eric beyond those sterile double doors only sickens you further, and you hang your head in your hands as guilt floods you anew. The only partner you’ve known since you made it out of the TO programme, the man who took you on as a pseudo-little sibling after about a fortnight of knowing you. Eric, whose most deceptive action in all the time you’ve known him has probably been sending off your application for SWAT behind your back after months of indecision and self-doubt. Eric, who had you had to beg to give in and stop the Sedan with license plates that didn’t match the tags just to give one of your last shifts together some excitement.

And what if that’s what led you here? If your self-obsessed overthinking your performances in CQB drills and a certain set of dimples, and a stupid want to bid your patrol days goodbye with a bang had distracted you from what was really important? Distracted you from piquing the desperation behind the man’s eyes, the disjointed way he spat oddly pre-prepared answers back to Eric’s routine questions, the glint of the pistol barrel under the indifferent streetlights above-

A set of heavy boot treads coming in your direction disrupts your agonising. You fear it’s someone from your station coming to commiserate or lay blame, neither of which you’re ready to contend with - until a hand wearing a familiar watch comes patiently into view, pushing a warm paper cup of coffee into your hesitant grasp in lieu of a greeting.

Steam ebbs up through the plastic lid and brings with it the fragrant scent of fresh, sweet coffee as Street takes a seat beside you. The warm press of his thigh against yours is more grounding than you’d like to admit, but you don’t have to - he doesn’t press you for so much as an acknowledgement of his presence, and instead just sits quietly alongside you for you’re not quite sure how long. When the silence is finally broken, it’s unexpectedly by you - which takes both you and Street by surprise.

“Azzura’s.” Your voice is ragged from having not spoken in so long, but seeing the name of your favourite coffee shop emblazoned across the side of the cup’s green sleeve has you speaking before you realise it. 

“I do listen to your nonsense, sometimes.” That smug waver to his voice that you’ve grown so fond of is still present, if subdued somewhat for the circumstances. He bumps his shoulder softly with yours, and takes a sip from his own cup before rolling it idly between his hands. “M’still hoping that one day you’ll return the favour, but I’m not holding my breath.”

At the sound of your quiet chuckle, he looks over at you and cracks a smile of his own. “Yeah, I wouldn’t.” 

Your voice cracks on the last word, and you hastily look away. It’s probably a good thing, because the earnest sympathy behind Street’s eyes would probably be your last straw.

“He’ll be okay.” Street knows how hollow it sounds, but it’s all he can think to say because he truly believes it. Leaning down, he places his cup on the floor at your feet and folds his hands together as more staff bustle past you. “From everything you’ve told me about him, I can tell he’s not the kind of guy who’ll go down easy.”

“A center-mass shot and another to the vest might have something to say about that.” It spits out meaner than you intend, but the venom isn’t meant for Street and he understands that. Coffee splashes inside the cup as your hand trembles, and he quietly takes it from you to join his before reaching to the side of his chair. 

“I grabbed your go-bag from your locker.” He sets your backpack down at your feet, and you realise you’d not given a thought to your soiled uniform all evening. You murmur your thanks but before you can speak any more, a stretcher surrounded by staff swings a corner beside you and Street lugs another bag out of their way, spiking your anxiety markedly.

“Did you clean out my whole damn locker while you were at it?” Though you laugh as you say it, nervousness is written all over your face and voice. Christ, have you been kicked out of the Academy like that? And like this, no less- 

“You wish. Luca’s not gonna let you go anywhere until he gets a rematch to prove his arm-wrestling skills aren’t so easily shown up by a rook.” Street waves off your thinly-veiled concerns, mercifully with only a small grin, before turning the bag around to show his name printed in thick letters across the front. “That one’s mine.”

Confusion pulls at your features, and you soothe a still-shaking hand over your face.

“Eric’s a damn fine cop, but you don’t know him.” You tell Street, propping your elbow on your thigh as you look over to him with your head rested in your hand. You’re looking for an ulterior motive, a betrayal of his eyes or twitch of his lips to tell you what the endgame is here, but when you don’t find it you press on with a shrug. “Why would you post up here in the middle of the night to wait on him?”

“You’re right, I don’t.” He nods in agreement, but meets your eyes and you find that there isn’t a scrap of insincerity to be found. “But I know you, and I know how important he is to you.”

Something between a laugh and a noise of surprise breaks from your lips, but there’s no malice behind it. You turn your smile to the floor and wring your hands into your lap, but knock your knee against his as you speak. “When you said we could spend time together outside of HQ, I had kind of envisioned it being under better circumstances.”

“That mean you want me to leave?” He asks, moving in closer but lowering his timbre to convey a level of seriousness you find disjointed with who you so far know him to be.

“Not even remotely.” You tell him, and you mean it so truthfully it almost hurts - and his hand is already enveloping yours by the time the double doors at the end of the hall open, and a grave-faced surgeon emerges calling your name.

[undeadfvckgirl-base]

Important for anyone who was a part of Introject Island!

If you are just waking up this morning to find the server gone the admins have deleted the server after being called out about their behavior towards their mod team and shit talking members behind their back, many of you would not have seen these screenshots as it was deleted almost instantly I was one of the mods. If you dont recognize me I am Rubik and introject island was a horrible experience with the admin team. The server was fantastic and the regular members were awesome. I loved all my conversations with all the members even the ones where you didn't quite get it the first time. The admins however were very lacking in their ability to take care of situations and often didn't do anything at all. One day the admins went to meet up together and gave the mods admin roles thus giving us access to a channel for the two of them by accident where they openly shit talked their mod team and other members they thought we might disagree on shit talking and claimed they hated their mod team. As a mod who was told I was great and that they were so happy to have us on the team it broke my fucking heart to realize they didn't give a fuck about any of us. I loved being a mod and being included in the server but its gone now and its because the admins refuse to take responsibility for their actions. Me and some of the old members plan to remake a server to try and get everyone back if you know anyone from that server please direct them here about the server and wait for the new one to be up with the former mods and former members.

My dms are open for the invite to the replacement server

Below the cut is screenshots we have of the admins owner channel and my response to the whole thing.

Important Disclamer: This post is not a call out post and even if it was I do NOT condone harassment or hate twords these people. Leave them alone. I will not be responsible for your choices to go after people when a situation is over with and I wish to move on. This is for the people who lost their friends suddenly and unexpectedly this week and a way to reconnect and not lose everything. Not to hurt someone. But they have a right to know what caused this.

Small fact about this. Evie and Peonies are dating. They also lies to us and said they would accept purgatorys application. We are also not dating we are qpps which is something else entierly to us

Here is graveyard shit talking Cyn (amber) and not even bothering to call null a mod but a "new member" not incriminating but kinda just rude. Also venting in journals wasnt a rule stated until after this

This screenshot speaks for itself (context Cyn left randomly due to mental health problems and came back shortly after and this is what the OWNER had to say about it)

I hope this explains everything about the situation and id be happy to elaborate more

[canichangemyblogname]

Cursed with sad inconveniences. Like having to re-fill out a form because the page force re-loaded. Several times.

Do you feel like anything that could go wrong just does go wrong?

[lazyjellyfish300]

Hi Jelly, i'm here!

💗 Was either of you flirty during the pining stage?

🫂 What's one significant moment of physical contact you had during the pining stage?

😳 What moment flustered them the most?

💘 (if applicable) what moment made them realize they were in love with you?

steph!!! 😩😩😩💞💞💞 these answers is absolutely abhorrent in length I'm so sorry LOL 😭😭 thank you soo much for indulging me, I really needed this. 🥹💞 warning jjk spoilers ⚠️

pining stage self-ship ask game 🌷☕

💗 Was either of you flirty during the pining stage?

𑁍ࠬܓ nanamelly: Yes. 💞 But very poorly. 😭☠️ At least on my end. I was relieved and elated that I found someone to solve my curse issue with my aunt's property, but I was also extremely embarrassed at the state of the farmhouse and needing to play host unexpectedly to this man who just seemed so put together, composed,intelligent, and kind who didn't deserve to sleep on a creaky mattress. 💞

We came from different worlds and it seemed unlikely that I could ever fit into his. 💞 He was a good sport about it, and when we finally got to chatting, that wall slowly came down and he amazed me from his knowledge of finance, to his scars, to his vintage car, music, his colleagues, family, and adolescence and a million other things about him that made him who he was. 💞

That first night after dinner we opened up a bit more to one another and our talk on the porch wandered into late hours. I felt a little emboldened by the glasses of wine and he told me that I kept looking at him like I knew something he hadn't quite figured out yet. 💞 But, he too felt that ember of a connection he couldn't quite give a voice to, and he loosened up just enough that he wanted to linger on that porch with me a while longer.💞

We both went to bed that night, restless and ruminating over the things we said to one another that we wished we could go back and redo. Lol. 💞

𑁍ࠬܓshiuelly: Yes. 💞 From the moment I (literally) tumbled into his lap at the aquarium, he had this charming nature to him that came so easily. He captivated and frustrated me at the same time because I was still in the prison of my mind, deeply grieving my first husband, Kento, whose love I truly believed died with him that I could find in no other man, until Shiu came along and proved me wrong.💞 After meeting at the aquarium he became the unrelenting melody of ruminations in my mind. Just as I was thinking that he would slip away as another beautiful stranger, he found me, and I went out with him despite all odds. 💞

He was so easy to speak to and I found myself returning his banter during dinner with soft smiles, lingering glances over the glasses of wine, finding excuses to linger in his presence despite my better judgement. 💞 He listened and he didn't try to fill the silence as though my presence was all he really needed to enjoy himself. We didn't need to talk about anything for him to want to remain in my space. He asked me questions, even about mundane things like he just wanted an excuse to hear my voice. Just a simple look from him would leave me weak and there was a moment where the warmth in his gaze reminded me so much of Kento that I got emotional and needed to excuse myself. When I told him about my past he accepted it without any conditions or reservations. 💞

🫂 What's one significant moment of physical contact you had during the pining stage?

i'm basic but it would have to be our first kiss for both. (I re-used my answer from another ask bc I'm literally incapable of not shutting tf up 😩)

𑁍ࠬܓ nanamelly- our first kiss, definitely. It unfolded on the porch while rain pattered on the roof and I sat on the porch swing cuddled under the blankets while he insisted on leaning against the house, after one of our late night talks strayed well past midnight. The wine and the past several days of us slowly letting one another into our worlds gave us both the courage to give a voice to the feelings that had been building ever since we first saw one another.

After the kiss, we just gazed at one another for the longest time. Tearing myself away from him and walking to my separate room down the hall was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. But it was like a spark fanned into a flame that ignited all at once, and we both knew that we didn't want to mess things up, especially knowing that in the morning we'd have a long day ahead of us, and he still had a job to do when it came to ridding the land of the curse. We both fell asleep that night, happy and apprehensive, minds preoccupied with thoughts of one another knowing that this was the start of things never being the same between us ever again. 💕

𑁍ࠬܓshiuelly-Our first kiss was the most significant physical act that put all of the pining to rest as we sped headfirst into our own version of forever. 💞 It took place on our first date when he drove me out to the ocean to dispose of the body after he had gotten caught up in a collection deal gone wrong. I had learned the truth that the victim actually was a bad man who abused vulnerable parties while Shiu was muttering to himself. I made a ton of decisions during that time when Shiu thought that I was asleep. I decided in that moment even though I don't understand everything that he does, I love him so much that I'd do whatever I could not to lose him. 💞

After I helped him, we wandered a ways from the shore until we came upon a foggy graveyard, the moonlight shone, honest and true. Something permanent was born between us that didn't make sense to anyone but us, and we kissed for what felt like an eternity, solemnizing everything that transpired that night and diving headfirst down this new path we carved out together and never looking back since. 💞

💘 (if applicable) what moment made them realize they were in love with you?

𑁍ࠬܓnanamelly-kento:

"If you were to ask me to name a singular moment within the span of those several days, I would say it took place the morning that marked exactly one week after I had arrived.

One week since I drove up to answer what I expected was a routine call, not knowing the rest of my life would come running up to me with the most erratic expression in the most captivating pair of brown eyes I had ever seen. 💞

I suspected that a connection was in the process of being built when small talk, which is typically unbearable for me on a normal day, quickly became conversations that strayed past reasonable hours that I would have preferred to have been asleep, simply because I wanted to hear the sound of her voice. Particularly when I witnessed how thoughtfully and beautifully she spoke of the world around her, the way she revered the people and things she loves. 💞

I also knew when I found myself wishing to be one of those things, when she looked at me and touched me with complete indifference to my physical imperfections and emotional shortcomings that I had long believed would be irreconcilable obstacles for anyone to want to spend their life with me, and whispered that I was the most incredible man she had ever met. 💞

I knew she was the one for me when the look on her face after I told her I needed to leave left me with an unbearable pain in my chest, and the only right way to fix it was to tell her that I love her. The very idea of being away from her became out of the question. That moment gave me the bravery I needed to stop running away from the feeling that planted an ember in my chest from the very first moment she looked at me. I felt determination after taking that initial leap together and knew I'd rearrange my world the very next day just so she could be a part of it.💞

That's when I truly understood why people do seemingly foolish things for the ones they love.

In short, there were many moments, but that one in particular is the one I identify the most as where I realized I had fallen in love with the woman I would eventually call my wife." 💞

𑁍ࠬܓshiuelly-shiu:

"The moment I saw her I knew she was something special.

That first date she showed up and I didn't think it was possible, but she looked even more beautiful than the first time.

Just the act of her falling asleep in my car felt like a level of trust that I hadn't experienced with anyone in a long time. She barely stirred despite all the bullshit going on and I knew that I was completely toast to the fate I knew that was coming miles away. It started with a glance into those gorgeous brown eyes at the aquarium and ended up with me walking directly into Cupid's arrow.

I knew without a doubt she was my wife when we were in that graveyard together.

I just looked at her and it was like I saw her all over again. Only that time it was honest and pure. It blew any other time I had seen her where she was all dolled up out of the water by miles. Just the way the moonlight looked on her face, wind blowing in her hair, blood and shit on both of us but neither could give a damn. 💞

I knew there was no going back from the moment I got that damn call. I knew there was a possibility she'd never speak to me again or wouldn't want anything to do with me, thinking that at the very least she'd break up with me in that moment for sure.

But she stood there and told me she didn't care, saying my name in a soft way that nobody else ever did. I just felt my heart come to life all at once like it was aching to jump outside of my chest. She filled me with a warmth blooming all over like the kind of butterflies you only get when you're young and dumb.

It turns out, hell wasn't some scary ass, fiery inferno after all, but a life without the deliverance she could shed on me just by breathing.💞

I was damned man who never gave redemption a second thought until an angel like her made me remember what it felt like to yearn for salvation. She made me more hopeful yet weak with every step she took towards me.

I just told her: "Look, if you do this, I'm not letting you go." And she didn't even let me get a word out before she just kissed me right then and there.

It was one of those moments I'll remember for the rest of my life. Like those moments you only see at the cinema that you don't recognize at first until you're in it and it's playing out before your very eyes. It didn't need to make sense to anyone else. Nothing mattered like anything else to me in that moment but her, and how she tasted.

And when I drove her home, dropped her off and she just looked at me with the saddest look on her face, I told her I loved her without even thinking. Luckily, she said it back. 💞

I went to the tenant's office first thing in the morning, paid off all her debt, moved my wife into my apartment with me all within the same day and I've never looked back since."💞

😳 What moment flustered them the most?

𑁍ࠬܓ nanamelly: when Kento first arrived at the farmhouse, he was greeted with a very hysterical, very relieved version of me. The chaos I met him with was a stark contrast to the deep brown of my eyes that immediately caught his eye, my bangs that fell in my face and the way the humidity of the rain brought out the natural waves of my hair made him quite confused, but very flustered indeed. 💞

𑁍ࠬܓ shiuelly: our first meeting when I tripped and tumbled into his arms from that pesky wet floor sign at the aquarium really threw Shiu for a loop. 💞He was there to seek solace from the stress of work in the ritual of the fish and a cigarette, when he got his first glance of me, he was flustered by my brown eyes that made him yearn to know the deepest machinations behind my thoughts that brewed behind them, my heels and black dresses that seemed impractical yet gave me an edge of allure that he admired, made him realize he couldn't walk away from that encounter with nothing more than just my name. 💞

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Women's football journalism, information, misinformation, and online harassment, via England's goalkeeper situation

I've had some thoughts about the state of journalism, "big name" accounts, and the general state of information and misinformation in women's football, and how it contributes to the growing harassment and abuse towards players for a while now. The goalkeeper situation at England, and a whole bunch of things tangential to it, have done quite the job of demonstrating some of the issues.

The general points I end up making are not just applicable to the goalkeeper situation; it is causing problems for all kinds of things in women's football. It certainly is playing a role in how racism, misogyny, and other forms of bigotry are increasing within the WoSo fan spaces.

I just found this situation particularly rooted in many of the problems around misinformation spreading and how rivalry between two distinct "sides" was leading to harassment. It's a long ride, because I like to ramble and yap, and can do so about many things. So buckle up (if you want).

A word on contributing issues

While I have issues with the quality of a fair amount of women's sports journalism, especially women's football, I'm not saying any of the following applies to all journalism in the women's game. Some reporting is well researched and well-written. I also don't think the quality issues are the sole problem.

I think there are a few other things involved as well, including:

A number of popular social media accounts got big after the Euros and are not massively knowledgeable about women's football pre-Euros.

Social media algorithms and the way they push and restrict content on people's dashboards.

Search engines being a black hole of a mess that makes it increasingly difficult to find older articles and information.

The general cesspit that often is rivalry in sports, including the bigotry and abuse it brings and how it gets written off as "banter" or a "really small minority" so it's never really dealt with.

The more general issues reported in social interactions in more recent years, exacerbated by the pandemic and other factors.

You could probably write a book if you wanted to cover them all (maybe someone is! I'd like to read it). The main focus here is journalism and information from big name accounts, with some references to the other points above.

An overview of the goalkeeping situation at England

In summary, under Sarina Wiegman, Mary Earps had, up until recently, been the first choice goalkeeper. She put in strong performances at the Euros and at the World Cup. As a result, she received a lot of media attention and accolades and, already being quite popular on TikTok, her social media blew up. There was a lot of backlash alongside the fanbase that grew for her. Some of that was pure misogyny from men who hated her, women's football, and anything related to it. Some of it was from fans of women's football who felt she was overrated or didn't like her for various other reasons, some football related, some less so.

After having a strong season at Manchester United in 2022/23, a lot of problems began to appear for Earps (and at Manchester United in general). As time went on, Earps' performances for club throughout the 2023/24 season became inconsistent, and a few of her performances for the England team also wobbled. She ended the 23/24 season with a match where she conceded 6 goals to Chelsea.

At the same time Earps was on a low; Hannah Hampton was on the up. She cemented herself (mostly) as Chelsea's first string keeper by the end of the 23/24 season and had earned herself some admirable performance, stats and kudos. Made more impressive by the fact she played fewer than half the season's games for the team. Talk, of course, turned to whether she was the one who should be stepping up to take England's #1 shirt. Khiara Keating also had a strong season, having to step up unexpectedly to become Manchester City's #1 keeper, earning herself the Golden Glove for the season in the process while still a teenager.

Then, in the Euro qualifiers, Earps went off injured and Hampton subbed in, and stayed in for the remaining qualifier games. Even after Earps had recovered from her injury. The 2024/25 season started: Earps struggled in her start at PSG, and Keating was dropped back to second string keeper at City, then not called up for England at all. Leaving the #1 shirt seemingly Hampton's.

This competition between the goalkeepers has been taken up by the media and other accounts in a way that I think demonstrates many of the problems in WoSo journalism and information generally, and also probably to the detriment of all players involved.

The journalism and discussions around England's goalkeepers

Truthfully, Keating has not been the focus of much of the media attention. The Earps vs Hampton narrative has been the focal point. However, Keating has her own challenges right now following an arrest for possession of cannisters of nitrous oxide. It is entirely possible that her dropping to second keeper at City and off the England team entirely is as much to do with that as it is to do with her still being young and needing to develop her skills as a keeper in various ways. I don't want to say much more about Keating's situation because we don't know everything and there's probably stuff going on there that the public are not privvy to, so she's facing a lot is where I'll leave it.

With Hampton and Earps, however, the media have had a field day, knowing that if they push the rivalry/fighting for the same spot angle, they will drive clicks and engagement to their posts and articles. Earps' name is already used a ridiculous amount to drive engagement; to the point TikTok videos that she made for fun were being used as the basis to write whole articles.

An article came out just after the qualifiers that made a big deal about how Wiegman was "firing a warning shot by benching Earps", letting other players know that no-one was safe. It was all a very dramatised way to say 'if player's aren't in form, they might not play' (which given some of Wiegman's choices, I feel that it has only applied to the goalkeeping position so far, if we're honest). It worked because it got some of the people who didn't like Earps celebrating her downfall and some of the people who did like Earps making a big deal about it on social media. Discussions about it began to very quickly show that there was absolutely the "Earps side" and the "Hampton side" in some parts of the WoSo fanbase, and the media were going to hammer on all the sore points they could find there to get their engagement.

Earps then had a disastrous start in the domestic season at PSG when PSG were knocked out of the Champion's League by Juventus. WoSo journalists and popular accounts who had never shown an interest in the Première Ligue posted about PSG and Earps' performances, pulling clips of poor moments and posting them to the predictable engagement of their followers. (Once Earps and PSG settled down into more of a rhythm in the Première Ligue, these journalists and big accounts by and large lost interest.) If you listened to some of these journalists and accounts, PSG's failures were entirely Earps' fault. She lost them the Champion's League qualifications.

It's not true. Earps was poor in the Champion's League games, but so was everyone else on the team. PSG were a disaster; they were completely overlapped on the wings and could barely get any shots, let alone any on target. I can understand why PSG started Earps, but you have to wonder whether those games might have been slightly less disastrous (though it's not like the goalkeepers could make the forwards score) if Kiedrzynek had played given she can speak French well and was already much more familiar with the team.

Anyway, after that there was even more celebration of Earps' downfall online, with an increase in the number of negative comments on her social media, ranging from mockery to outright abuse with a hefty dose of misogyny. 3 days after the Champion's League second leg game, Earps was on the bench and Kiedrzynek started against Guingamp. Despite the fact it was quite apparent that this was rotation at play, the English media had their cue: out came the articles about Earps being benched. Then Earps was unwell for the game after that and dropped out of the squad shortly before kick off. All this is where misinformation really ramps up, but I'll come back to that.

Meanwhile, as Earps had numerous struggles in her season, Hampton had a strong start at Chelsea, with the team winning all their games in the league and Champion's League (which Hampton has not yet played in yet) so far. Hampton has also made some key saves to prevent some defensive embarrassment on Chelsea's behalf, including keeping their 1-0 lead in the season opener under a lot of pressure from Villa and keeping out multiple attempts at an equaliser in an intense second half against Arsenal at the Emirates.

Like Earps, Hampton has been rotated for one game and was unable to play one game because she was unwell.

England camp came about in the international break and the Hampton vs Earps discussion reared back up again. More articles came out about the competition between Earps and Hampton; both players were asked about it in interviews. Discussion online brought the two fanbases back into butting heads.

Hampton started against Germany in England's friendly a few days ago and... well, apparently the England team had watched PSG's disastrous chaos in their Champion's League games and decided to use it as inspiration because the game was mayhem. 7 goals, no-one looked outstanding on the pitch, lots of chaos with panic vibes. Earps was shown on-screen after some of the goals went in, watching from the bench, and one photo in particular has been all over some parts of WoSo social media. A lot of presumption is being made about the look on Earps' face, but honestly, it looks like a woman who knows damn well that camera is going to pan to her, trying to keep her face as neutral as possible while her team has just gone 3-0 down.

Now we're waiting to see what happens in the friendly on Tuesday.

Misinformation, Disinformation, and Harassment

If you go under numerous posts on social media now about Earps, you will see multiple people who completely believe that Earps is riding the bench at PSG, or that she's been dropped from the squad, or that she's not getting any minutes. Even Wiegman commented during a press conference that there was this sentiment in English media that Earps isn't PSG's first string keeper, when she is.

As of writing this, Earps has played more minutes domestically (Premiere League + Champion's League) this season than Hampton so far. 450 minutes to 360 minutes.

So where has this narrative of her not playing come from?

WoSo journalists, big name accounts, and multiple accounts on social media, mostly. That news article that came out the first time Earps was on the bench, reporting on her fall from stardom — from "Sports Personality of the Year to PSG's bench" — was the start. Then when Earps was unwell ahead of the next game and Kiedrzynek played again, this also led to commentary online. Now not only was Earps benched, she'd been dropped entirely!

Some people tried to point out that there was no way Earps was off the squad completely and it was much more likely she was sick or injured, but it was somewhat overshadowed. It didn't matter that she came back as the first keeper for the next two games, the media had already moved on by that point.

So, now we have a bunch of people who seem to genuinely believe Earps isn't playing at the moment and who have never thought to double check that assumption before posting about it.

There's also been an assumption that Earps is the individual referenced in part of a recent expose kind of article in L'Équipe. The article is about various problems at PSG and in one part, there is a mention of an unnamed "international player who complained that her lack of game time was affecting her social media engagement". Now, I couldn't say that it definitely isn't Earps: I'm not at PSG. However, it would be strange for a person who has voluntarily taken a break from social media (a break which started weeks before the article came out) and who is regularly playing to be the person to complain about lack of minutes affecting social media. In a write-up in another article, a player (not Earps) was actually named as being unhappy about her limited minutes so far, though no reference of social media was made, so it's unclear if they're the same person.

What probably made it easy for people to presume the article (not that many of them read the article, it is in French and behind a paywall; they read a tweet thread about the article) was about Earps was that they already believed, thanks to the earlier articles, that Earps wasn't playing.

Hampton has also been the subject of media scrutiny and judgments, though not so much in recent years (sadly, I think that is likely to change and she'll be subject to unwanted media attention again, too). After a departure from England camp in 2022 and some strange tensions and goings on at Aston Villa, articles began to crop up about Hampton being sent home from the England camp for "attitude problems". No-one knew anything more than that, and the original article itself was fairly light on details with a strong hearsay vibe to it. Hampton some time later posted online about being in hospital.

Aston Villa was another matter entirely where, in addition to what was reported, the coach at the time, Carla Ward, made some comments in an interview that invited more scrutiny to Hampton. Ward and the author of the original Guardian article were criticised by some, especially given Hampton's age and the scrutiny she was being placed under as a young player. It all added to the general sense of "something is going on!" that interested the media. With little information to go on, though, the story soon found itself falling out of the news cycle and Hampton returned to the England squad some time later.

However, it has arguably left some people already primed to assume Hampton has attitude problems. I've seen some suggest this underpins some of the online discourse about Hampton in recent days.

We're a few days out from England vs Germany, in which Hampton had a fairly shaky performance. Now she is in the awful position of receiving abuse online from some people who rate Earps over her, from some women's football fans who take issue with her performance, and those same men who hate all women's football but it has popped up on their page due to the social media algorithm. (Misogynistic football fans, if you interact with posts about women's football, the algorithm will feed you more of it. That's why you keep seeing more of it.)

Weirdly, Earps has also caught flack from the misogynists who just assumed she was in goal and don't actually know Earps from Hampton... Goes to show just how knee-jerk the misogyny and hatred is, I guess.

And the rival fanbases have come out to clash once again. Fans of Hampton are pointing out that more of the blame lies on the outfield players than Hampton and are posting about Earps' worst performances to point out that she also had bad games. Some are claiming that Earps "never received this criticism or hate for her poor performances", when she did, including from some of the same people making the claims. Some of those who previously posted things to the effect of 'you can't always blame the defence, if Earps was a better keeper she'd save more of them' are now claiming the goals Hampton let in were unsaveable and entirely the outfield's fault. The outfield were absolutely to blame for a fair chunk of those goals, but Hampton didn't have a particularly good performance either. No-one in that defence came away unscathed.

At the same time, fans of Earps are equally ridiculously claiming that Earps would have saved both penalties or not conceded behind the mayhem on the field. They are all over social media insulting Hampton just as Hampton fans are insulting Earps, and calling for her to be dropped. There is no way Earps would not have conceded in that disaster of a game. A like-for-like comparison on the goals is a pointless endeavour because both keepers run their back-lines differently. Additionally, while Earps has made some huge penalty saves in the past, no keeper is expected to save penalties because the odds are stacked so much against them. The likelihood of her saving one let alone both is small. It's a silly and immature argument to make.

It is, in summary, very much a case of "any under-performance from the player I like is someone else's fault, any poor performance from the player I don't like is entirely their failing" repeated over and over. That and a mix of "my well rounded and justifiable criticism" vs "your unwarranted and uninformed hate" for every discussion. So, a big chunk of football rivalry in a nutshell.

As the argument rages about each keeper's strengths and weaknesses, current form and past performances; a whole bunch of fans are being incredibly vile and unpleasant, including sending abusive comments to the players. As I said above, Earps has been off social media for the most part (she's posted what seem to be some contractual posts like partnerships/sponsors, with nothing personal) for weeks, and now Hampton has had to turn off the comments on her most recent social media post. I think it would probably serve them both well to stay well away from social media for the foreseeable future; something I think we will see more and more women footballers having to do.

The push for more rivalry (which some fans were calling for) and the media squeezing all they can out of this goalkeeper situation may have brought a lot of online engagement and discourse, but I doubt it's done anyone much good. And I suspect neither Hampton nor Earps will have any peace going forward.

We're in a situation now where we have a young goalkeeper being held up as the WSL's best keeper and England's number one at just 23 years of age; she has a huge and unfair weight of expectation on her shoulders. Whenever she fails, she will be bombarded with awful comments and harassment. If Earps gets put back in goal and she fails, those same fans of Hampton will come back just as viciously to berate her. Both of them will likely be scrutinised, compared and contrasted when they return to their clubs. Any failures there won't go unnoticed.

Certain fans of each will only ever see the best of their favourite and the worst of the other. They will use that to fuel more engagement and rivalry online, which will lead to even more clashes between the fan bases. Some criticism will be level-headed and reasonable; others will just be hateful and abusive. There will be squabbling about what falls into what and dismissal of just how much of the latter there is.

You can only imagine this has to put some strain on the two keepers. Competition is healthy and necessary; this bullshit? Is anything but helpful. Each of them has strengths where the other struggles and they could push each other to improve in those areas, but with the constant push of vicious rivalry and their every moves scrutinised by the media for engagement, I have to wonder how much that gets in their heads. It's easy to say "well, they should just be professional and get on with it", but it's not easy to shrug that stuff off.

So, the poor quality reporting from the media over the years and how information spreads in the world of WoSo fans has now contributed to a situation with two players at the centre of scrutiny and abuse. Neither can win, both will end up losing out somewhere, and I can't imagine it's going to get any more pleasant from here on out. Maybe, and hopefully, I am wrong.

Some resources for references

I've included the references because I'm talking about the media and their role in all this. Given the above discussions, a critical approach should be used while reviewing them. Some of them are downright odd in their approach, some are poorly research and others are more balanced.

TikTok clip from Steph Houghton and Ian Wright discussing Khiara Keating

The Telegraph, Hannah Hampton v Mary Earps: Battle to be Lionesses No 1 shows Sarina Wiegman will drop anyone

The Times, Mary Earps: from Spoty winner to PSG bench (with no shirts in club shop)

Goal.com, Mary Earps vs Hannah Hampton: England need long-time No.1 to thrive at PSG amid competition from Chelsea star for Lionesses starting berth at Euro 2025

Football.London, Hannah Hampton gives Sarina Wiegman more questions than answers as England reach Euro 2025

Goal.com, Is Mary Earps in danger of losing the England No.1 shirt? Lionesses boss Sarina Wiegman confirms PSG goalkeeper is facing 'huge competition' from Hannah Hampton after tough start to life in France

BBC, Sarina Wiegman 'will not comment' on Hannah Hampton's absence from England squad

The Guardian, Euros winner Hannah Hampton dropped by England over attitude

Since-71, Four Different Versions of Events: Hannah Hampton In Media Disarray

Telegraph, Mary Earps still in my plans despite PSG struggles, says Sarina Wiegman

BBC, More questions than answers for England in defeat

L'Équipe, Élimination en Ligue des champions, tensions en interne, joueuses frustrées... le climat est électrique au PSG féminin

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Physicists discover new way to make strange metal

By tinkering with a quantum material characterized by atoms arranged in the shape of a sheriff's star, MIT physicists and colleagues have unexpectedly discovered a new way to make a state of matter known as a strange metal. Strange metals are of interest for their unusual physics and because they have been found in the high-temperature superconductors key to a variety of applications. The work introduces a completely new way to create and study strange metals, whose electrons behave differently than those in a conventional metal like copper. "It is a potential new approach to designing these unusual materials," says Joseph G. Checkelsky, lead principal investigator of the research and Associate Professor of Physics. Linda Ye, MIT Ph.D. '21, is first author of a paper on the work published earlier this year in Nature Physics. "A new way of making strange metals will help us develop a unifying theory behind their behavior. That has been quite challenging to date, and could lead to a better understanding of other materials, including high-temperature superconductors," says Ye, now an assistant professor at the California Institute of Technology.

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Babes this playlist SLAPS can I ask for commentary I want to match them all to their people and vibes and moments but I’m only S3 so I’m not sure yet!!

LET'S GOOOO OK honestly so many of these are just generally Pack Songs but some are more specific!!!

1 - No Surrender. Blood brothers in the stormy night with a vow to defend! We made a promise! This is one of the most teen wolf songs of all time to ME it's about loyalty and dedication and remembrance!!!

2 - Are You Satisfied. A Lydia song, also perhaps a Stiles song. But also about the bite, the question of is it a gift or does it just drive away the people you care about?

3 - Let The Rain. ALLISON SONG ALLISON SONG if I owned this city I'd make it behave! If I were fearless I'd speak my truth! I wish I were brave!!!! I just!!!!!

4 - Start of Time. This song is from when spoilers but I think you've seen it already where Lydia first kisses Stiles to calm him down and the way the music bursts into the scene out of nowhere? Changed my life as a musical moment!!! Had to be there just for that!!!!

5 - We Are Young. I still love this song so much I mean! If you feel like falling down I'll carry you home tonight! It's about how they are just kids!how the show never loses that there is a lightness to that! But also especially in like season 5 there are moments when the group fails and then regroups and how they're not perfect but they'll rebuild again and again!

6 - mirrorball. Another Lydia song perhaps but mainly a Kira (BELOVED GIRL) song. There's a tenderness to the fear of it, this intimacy in the anxiety which is very her to me! Also I'm still a believer and I don't know why is applicable to so many characters.

7 - I Wanna Dance With Somebody. This is purely here for the Vibes tbh but the vibes feel right somehow???

8 - Like Real People Do. THE monster romance anthem! We should just kiss like real people do the idea that you're not a real person anymore but you can still love!!! You get it!!!!

9 - Shade of Yellow. Scott and Stiles song need I say more but ALSO Scott and Isaac song 💖💖

10 - Venus Fly Trap. I got the beauty got the brains, got the power, hold the reins, I should be motherfucking crazy! Lydia song of all time that's my GIRL

11 - Till Forever Falls Apart. Song about California let's goooo. This is a pack song - there is always the anxiety of losing each other! But the love was worth it!!!

12 - One Foot in Front of the Other. A 3b Scott song primarily though also applicable to Stiles. Things just take longer to heal these days but I'm coming for you! The idea of I'll be back soon I'll be there for you soon it's taking a minute but I'll be there!

13 - marjorie. There is a thing with Allison in season five I will not spoiler but yeah, but also this is about Stiles' mom.

14 - The Boys of Summer. What is a teen wolf playlist without a Stiles and Lydia song. My love for you will still live on after the boys of summer have gone. The thing about them is that Stiles starts with a kinda creepy crush but he inherently is not capable of being romantically creepy for long so it turns into something real and lasting unexpectedly and you're a little shaken by it you really are!

15 - Renegade. Remember Braeden? Slay woman saves Isaac gets scratched and apparently killed by the alpha pack? She comes back baby and spoilers this is about her and Derek also she is the love of my life.

16 - Strangler Fig. Song for the Argents. Gerard you will always be my biggest opp Allison you did so good getting out.

17 - Villains. You haven't met Theo yet, frankly season 5a (and 6b) are the weakest bits and he turns up in 5a but yeahhh this is for him, not my favourite man but worth sticking around for his arc and also 5b is so much better than 5a truly.

18 - Rose-coloured Boy. LYDIA AND SCOTT SONG I think Lydia is constantly taken aback by Scott I think she has quite a cynical worldview and then Scott breaks it constantly and she's left surprised. I want you to stop insisting that I'm not a lost cause!!! But he keeps insisting and that saves her perhaps!!!

19 - Neck of the Woods. YOU GET IT I'm finding the ghosts are just kids in pain most dear lyric of all time.

20 - long story short. Ok so the actual verses not exactly the vibe generally but long story short I survived! That's it baby! Also "I dropped my sword, threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door and now we live in peace but if someone comes for us this time I'm ready" inexplicably a Derek verse to me! The way he goes from fighting for power to fighting to protect! I'm so proud of that man.

21 - Home. Home IS wherever I'm with you!!! That's it!!! Man oh man you're my best friend I'll scream it to the nothingness! You defeat the void and the darkness with your FRIENDS!!!!

Love how many of these my description was Vibes but you GET IT I'm so glad you like the playlist.

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Joan Lancaster for @plumbob-pudding's Henford Ladies' College

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Dear Ms. Crumplebottom,

I am writing to submit an application on behalf of my stepdaughter, Joan, as her father and I believe she will be a lively addition to your esteemed institution.

Joan has a keen love of literature and a fondness for spending time outdoors. She enjoys horseback riding, locating and identifying frogs, and hiding said frogs amongst unsuspecting guest's bedsheets. Despite her penchant for mischief, she is quite dedicated to her academic pursuits and wishes to study at university one day.

While we will miss her dearly here, we do believe your distinguished school will provide Joan with the environment she needs to become a proper lady.

Please find all of her supporting documentation enclosed. Yours Gratefully,

Vera Lancaster

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Joan Lancaster has spent her entire life in the picturesque countryside of Kent. She spent her childhood reading in the shade or romping through the meadows with her horse Ruby. As an only child of an aristocratic family, she was exceptionally close to both of her parents. But when her mother died unexpectedly, her father, Arnold Lancaster changed entirely. Desperate for a son who could inherit his estate, he remarried within the year. Joan’s wry humor and well-meaning pranks have already started to create tension between the newlyweds (much to her delight). After a particularly heated incident involving Vera's wedding gown and one of the goats the new Mrs. Lancaster has insisted on a proper education for their dear girl. How will Joan fare away from the comforts of home for the first time? And will her goofball antics win over her classmates, or land her in hot water?

17 Years Old, Female Brown Eyes, Brown Hair Aspiration: Friend of the World Traits: Goofball, Bookworm Packs Used: Get Famous, Horse Ranch

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[steddie-fanfic-recs]

Feels Something Like Summertime

by thesurefireway

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Character: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Argyle (Stranger Things), The Party (Stranger Things), Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Eddie lived and he's sunburned as hell, Homophobia does not exist here, good vibes only, non-stop goofball behavior from everyone involved, homoerotic sunscreen application, The usual array of lake activities, Accidental Cuddling, Followed by On Purpose Cuddling, Oral Sex, Blowjobs, handjobs, Grinding, Laughter During Sex, Bad jokes during sex, First Kiss, Tickling, Tickling During Sex, like it happens in the beginning of the deed but it's not done for sexual arousal, Making Out, Marking, Nancy Wheeler's concealer saves the day, Literal Sleeping Together, Sharing a Bed, this is really just 21k words of silly goofy antics with a smut break, Boats, YOU get a sunburn! YOU get a sunburn!, Body Worship, brief mentions of gutting a fish, steve spends this whole trip looking at eddie with hearts in his eyes, fishing without a license, Brief Underage Drinking, Recreational Drug Use, the drug is weed btw, Fluff and Smut Words: 22,197 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

Steve watches the kids in the lake. Mike splashes Lucas and turns tail to try and wade away before getting tackled into the water. Max and El laugh, arms linked, and giggle something that Steve can’t quite make out. Dustin is standing shin deep and closer to the shore. He has one hand on his hip while the other is flung out toward the wrestling boys. “He really takes after you, huh?” Eddie’s voice startles Steve and he rips his eyes away to crane his neck around. Eddie is looking out toward the lake, eyes locked on Dustin. “Yeah, like mother like son, blah blah blah,” Steve chuckles. Eddie bites his lip in a smile and holds up his lotion-coated hands. “Yeah, pretty much. Ready to let me get my hands on you?” “Well, I wouldn’t be opposed to a little begging, but sure,” Steve shrugs, tossing Eddie a look with the tilt of his head and raised eyebrows. Eddie takes a step forward and leans in, lips close to Steve’s ear. “I don’t beg,” he whispers. Or Steve takes his 11 closest friends on a trip to the lake, and unexpectedly falls in love.

[nightstar89913021]

Что ж, а это мое на тупейшее мнение🤡👍🏼Well, this is my dumbest opinion🤡👍🏼

Сердечки моего отношения к пейрингу/Hearts of my attitude towards the pairing:

❤️ – Люблю/I love

💚 – Нравится/Like

💛 – Нейтрально/Neutral

💙 – Не очень.../Not good...

💔 – Ненавижу!/I hate it!

Котик который предложил данные пейринги (фото и ник я буду прикрывать):

The cat who suggested these pairings (I will hide the photo and nickname):

Что ж, погнали!/Well, let's go!

Би Хан × Куай Лян/ Bi Han × Kuai Liang

История знакомства с данным пейрингом: Этот пейринг я встретила неожиданно на фикбуке, где просто хотела что-то почитать. Встретившись с данным пейрингом, у меня в начале было какое-то недоумение, так как по факту они родные браться, а тут прямо их шипперят. Потом встретила эту пару в новостной ленте ВК по хештегам, когда искала хоть что-то связанное с Би Ханом. На данный момент я и сейчас этот пейринг встречаю, но реагирую нормально.

History of meeting this pairing: I came across this pairing unexpectedly on ficbook, where I just wanted to read something. Having met this pairing, at the beginning I was somewhat perplexed, since in fact they are siblings, but here they are directly shipped. Then I met this couple in the VK news feed using hashtags when I was looking for at least something related to Bi Khan. At the moment I still see this pairing, but I react normally.

Мое мнение к пейрингу: 💛. Я люблю динамику огня и льда (Сразу вспомнила Блум и Айси из Винкс), но это не моя лавочка, а так пейринг неплохой и имеет право на свое существование.

My opinion on the pairing: 💛. I love the dynamics of fire and ice (I immediately remembered Bloom and Icy from Winx), but this is not my shop, and the pairing is not bad and has a right to its existence.

Генерал Шао × Рейко/General Shao × Reiko

История знакомства с данным пейрингом: Однажды я в шутку сказала подруге по колледжу, что если найду пейринг с Генералом Шао и Рейко, то меня уже ничего не шокирует. Пошутила называется. Оказывается данный пейринг существует и моя первая реакция к данному пейрингу было... удивление? Можно так сказать, я была в шоке, что все же существует данный пейринг. Больше ничего не могу сказать, так как знакомство с данным пейрингом только сегодня произошло.

History of meeting this pairing: I once jokingly told a college friend that if I found a pairing with General Shao and Reiko, then nothing would shock me. It's called a joke. It turns out this pairing exists and my first reaction to this pairing was... surprise? You can say that I was shocked that this pairing still exists. I can’t say anything more, since I became acquainted with this pairing only today.

Мое мнение к пейрингу: 💛?. Под вопросом, так как только сегодня узнала о его существовании. Возможно будет такое же мнение как и к пейрингу Би Хан/Куай Лян, а так посмотрим. Могу сказать одно, пейринг довольно интересный.

My opinion on the pairing: 💛?. Questionable, because I only found out about its existence today. Perhaps there will be the same opinion as for the Bi Han/Kuai Liang pairing, but we’ll see. I can say one thing, the pairing is quite interesting.

Томаш Врбада × Сайзот/Tomas Vrbada × Sayzot

История знакомство с данным пейрингом: А эту парочку я встретила прямо в этом приложении. Вечером листая новостную ленту и попивая чай с бутербродами, я и наткнулась на данную парочку. Первая реакция у меня была конечно же "чудь не подавилась крошкой от хлеба", а второй реакцией было смятение. Арт если что мне даже и понравился, но смешанные чувства у меня остались. Моя подруга по другому отреагировала (не буду говорить как), а со временем привыкла, так как эта пара мне стала тоже так часто попадаться.

History of acquaintance with this pairing: And I met this couple right in this application. In the evening, scrolling through the news feed and drinking tea and sandwiches, I came across this couple. My first reaction was, of course, “I almost choked on a bread crumb,” and my second reaction was confusion. I even liked the art, but I still had mixed feelings. My friend reacted differently (I won’t say how), but over time she got used to it, since I also began to come across this couple so often.

Мое мнение к пейрингу: 💛💚. Мне он даже показался ничего таким. Можно даже сказать очень милым, так как Томаша и Сайзота я называю котиками (они так таковыми и есть), а если уж видеть их как парой, то даже ничего так. Нейтральна к нему, но отношусь положительно.

My opinion on the pairing: 💛💚. He didn't even seem like that to me. You can even say very cute, since I call Tomas and Saizot cats (that’s what they are), and if you see them as a couple, then it’s not even that bad. I’m neutral towards him, but have a positive attitude.

Лю Кан × Шан Цунг/Liu Kang × Shang Tsung

История знакомства с данным пейрингом: Об существование данного пейринга я узнала от своей знакомой из другого города. Она мне рассказала и я в начале просмеялась от того, что она мне рассказала. Думала шутка, а нет: я действительно встретила данный пейринг лично. Первое что у меня пошло, это странное чувство, которое не пропадало долгое время. Второе чувство было больно, так как представила в стороне плачущую Титаниду Китану, но со временем я свыклась к существованию этого пейринга и просто наблюдаю за ним.

History of acquaintance with this pairing: I learned about the existence of this pairing from my friend from another city. She told me and at the beginning I laughed at what she told me. I thought it was a joke, but no: I actually met this pairing in person. The first thing I got was a strange feeling that didn’t go away for a long time. The second feeling was painful, as I imagined Titanide Kitana crying aside, but over time I got used to the existence of this pairing and just watched it.

Мое мнение к пейрингу: 💛. Для меня это спорный пейринг и он вызывает у меня смешанные чувства. Вроде и интересно, а вроде и больно на Титаниду Китану, но все же считаю, что пейринг достоин своих фанатов и так же имеет право на свое существование.

My opinion on the pairing: 💛. This is a controversial pairing for me and gives me mixed feelings. It seems interesting, but also kind of painful for Titanide Kitana, but I still think that the pairing is worthy of its fans and also has the right to exist.

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И на этом все. Спасибо за внимания и хорошего вам дня! Скоро будет вторая часть (пейринги с девушками)/And that is all. Thank you for your attention and have a nice day! There will be a second part soon (pairings with girls)

[pickalilywrites]

Here's a Christmas fic idea. Levi is forced to be Santa's male elf helper at the mall thanks to Hange. Zeke takes full advantage to make fun of him, he's working as a gift wrapper straight across. Unknowingly to both of them, the female elf worker is Petra, whom both men have a crush on.

hanji and eren fighting for the role of mvp

christmas memories

rivetra. high school au. 1648 words. read on ao3!

There is nothing more humiliating than standing in the center of Shiganshina Mall passing out presents in an elf costume. The event organizers seem to have chosen the most idiotic elf costume they could find for their volunteers: a bright green top and matching green shorts, a pointed collar with bells hanging at each tip, striped candy cane tights, pointed shoes with bells at the tip, and a green hat with cartoonish elf ears cut out of felt and pasted at the sides.  Levi scowls at Hanji, who seems unbothered by their ridiculous outfits.  

“When I said I was going to do you a favor, I meant one that was equivalent to the one you helped me with,” Levi hisses. “This far exceeds any favor you’ve granted me.”  

Hanji waves off Levi, used to the death glares that he shoots at them. “Come on, Levi. It’s not that bad. We look adorable. Anyway, some would say that volunteering at the mall to spread Christmas joy and cheer is less of a favor and more of a fun thing to do with your friends.”  

“I don’t see any of my friends nearby, just an annoying twit,” Levi quips, and Hanji cheerfully throws a box at him in response. The box is wrapped in shiny wrapping paper with sparkling snowflake print, but it’s completely empty inside. It’s only meant to be used for decoration after all. “Cleaning the band rehearsal room is not the same as public humiliation.”  

“Public humiliation is easier. You just wear a dumb costume and calm down crying kids,” Hanji says as they arrange more boxes haphazardly in stacks that will most definitely fall if someone looks at them the wrong way. “Cleaning any room with you is a whole thing. Most people are content with sweeping and wiping down surfaces. You need everything deep cleaned until everything is sparkling. I feel like asking you to volunteer as a mall elf is a light favor in comparison.”  

“You’re punishing me for asking you to help me keep the band room free of roaches and rats,” Levi growls. He’s heard tales from other clubs being infested. Levi wants to avoid any type of pests. It’s easier to prevent pests from coming than trying to exterminate them later.  

“Oh, quit whining,” Hanji says with a roll of their eyes. “It’ll be good for your college apps anyway. Just put ‘mall elf,’ and the admissions officers will let you in immediately.” 

“I’m sure it’s a bit more complicated than that,” Levi says dryly. He has no intention of recording this chapter of his life anywhere, much less in his college applications. He’s sure one photo of him in an elf costume will result in a rejection letter from any sensible college.  

Even though Levi absolutely despises working in the mall in a ridiculous elf costume, he’s unexpectedly good at organizing all the decorations. The ropes put up to guide the line to Santa are evenly spaced. The boxes of fake gifts that Hanji had placed messily have been reorganized into neat stacks, organized not only by size but also arranged so that the colors of the wrapped boxes alternate pleasantly.  

“You’re unexpectedly good at this,” Hanji says much to Levi’s chagrin. They step back to observe all of Levi’s handiwork. “Maybe you were meant to be a mall elf. It explains your height.”  

“I have to agree, Hanji,” an unpleasantly familiar voice chimes in. When Levi turns around, he sees Zeke Jaeger towering above him. “Maybe Levi is an elf after all. He does look charming in his costume. It’s like it was made for him.”  

Hanji had only been joking earlier, but hearing Zeke insert himself without invitation makes them tense up after observing the growing look of irritation on Levi’s face. Hanji places their hands on Levi’s shoulders and subtly guides Levi behind them. “Zeke! We didn’t know you’d be here. Are you Christmas shopping?”  

“Oh, no. Just volunteering as a gift wrapper,” Zeke replies. He gestures behind him at the table being set up across Hanji and Levi’s work station. There are other volunteers prepping supplies and getting ready for customers to hand gifts over to be wrapped. The volunteers that are wrapping gifts don’t have to wear embarrassing costumes. They’re all dressed in normal, everyday attire. Zeke is wearing jeans and a gray cable knit sweater with a flannel scarf wrapped around his neck. He looks so aggravatingly normal that Levi wants to punch him in the face.  

“Hi, Levi. Hi, Hanji,” a little voice squeaks, and the two see Zeke’s younger half-brother pop up beside Zeke’s elbow. He’s bundled up in a puffy green coat with a knitted scarf and matching mittens. Despite all the layers, his nose is bright red from the cold. Nevertheless, he looks happy to see his older brother’s classmates. He grins widely as he asks, “Is Santa here yet?”�� 

Levi raises an eyebrow. At seven years old, Eren seems a bit too old to believe in Santa Claus, but Zeke shoots Levi a warning glare.  

“He’ll be here soon. He just needs to take care of his reindeer, you know,” Hanji says with a wink, and Eren nods with a serious expression on his face.  

“You should take photos of his elves,” Zeke says. He nudges his little brother and hands him his phone, starting the camera so that Eren can take a photo. “You’ll want to remember this later, right, Eren? Then you can look back and remember when your brother’s friends were Santa’s little helpers.”  

Levi wants to point out that they’re not friends at all, but he’d rather not start an argument in front of Zeke’s brother. He doesn’t want to ruin the kid’s Christmas, so he harrumphs and squishes himself next to Hanji who has thrown an arm around his shoulder. He can’t bring himself to smile, but he tries not to frown as Eren squints at the screen and tries to take a picture with his pudgy finger. 

“Sorry, I’m late!” a voice calls out.  

Levi and Hanji look up just as Eren takes the photo. 

“You guys weren’t looking!” Eren complains and frowns down at the shaky photo he took. It’s true that Hanji and Levi’s attention is elsewhere, but they’re also terribly out of focus.  

Petra has just arrived, quickly patting Eren on the head as she passes by before squeezing herself behind the station that Hanji and Levi are. She puts a hand on her chest as she tries to catch her breath. “Oh, gosh. I’m so sorry, Eren. I was running a bit late. I should have waited a minute to at least let you take the photo.”  

“Oh no, it’s fine,” Levi begins to say and then he realizes that Petra is wearing the same outfit that he and Hanji is wearing except she looks much less ridiculous. Her ensemble consists green dress rather than a shirt and shorts, but she doesn’t look anything at all like a funny, little elf. Rather, she looks almost like a fairy with her petite frame, rosy cheeks, and ginger hair.  

“You’re helping Santa this year, too?” Eren asks. His eyes are wide as he also recognizes Petra’s outfit. His grin reappears on his face and he holds the phone up towards his face once more. “Can I have a picture of you, too?”  

“Of course!” Petra says. She smiles brightly and situates herself beside Levi and Hanji, hooking her arms with theirs and bringing them close. She doesn’t seem to notice the way Zeke clenches his jaw when she hooks arms with Levi. 

Eren furrows his brows as he uses all his concentration to snap a few photos.  

“You should take some of just Petra and Levi,” Hanji says, already stepping aside and making their way to the other side of the table where Zeke and Eren are standing. They crouch down until they’re about Eren’s height, helping him adjust the phone so that he can properly capture Petra and Levi in one frame. “Don’t they match nicely? This is the perfect photo for a Christmas memory.”  

Eren doesn’t reply, too focused on taking the perfect photo. He just nods as Hanji continues talking and silently follows their advice. Behind him, Zeke is shifting from foot to foot, irritation growing on his face. 

“You should take a photo of me, too,” Zeke says, taking a step towards where Petra and Levi are standing. 

“No, you’re not an elf!” Eren shouts, and it’s enough to make Zeke shuffle back, disgruntled. Eren immediately resumes his focus and continues to take photos. “These are for Christmas. You’re not helping Santa. Petra and Levi are.” 

“Shouldn’t wrapping gifts count for something?” Zeke grumbles, but his younger brother ignores him. 

Hanji waves a hand, gesturing for Petra and Levi to get closer. “Don’t stand too far apart! It’ll look better if you stand closer,” Hanji says with a grin.  

Normally, Levi would scowl at his friend’s meddling, but for once he’s grateful. Levi shuffles half-heartedly towards Petra, not wanting to seem too eager, but Petra pulls him closer and tilts her head. She's leaning in so close that her hair is tickling Levi’s cheek.  

Eren snaps a few photos and smiles at them happily, content with the pictures he managed to capture. 

“Remember to send them to me, Zeke,” Petra says. 

“Of course,” Zeke says through gritted teeth, tucking his phone back into his pocket. 

“I want to see them, too!” Hanji says.  

“Yeah, I’ll send them to you. Great seeing you all,” Zeke says hastily and then grabs his younger brother’s hand to drag him to the gift wrapping station.  

“I’d also like to have the photos sent to me,” Levi calls. He hadn’t intended to keep any evidence of this day, but he supposes having a photo of two of these Christmas memories won’t hurt.