#and I went 'cool!! can't wait to go meet this fine lady'

[toonymoon-doodles]

Honkai Star Rail anybody?

I had to have my wisdom teeth ripped out! Had a hard time trying to draw anything for a good bit after and I was only able to play this game (even then that was a struggle) lol.

Anywizzle~ I'm a simp for Ruan Mei. Like holy shit. She did not need to grab me like I was her bitch. And then give me that cake? Fucking won me!! I mean- yeah, she only gave me that so I wouldn't tell others anything about her but she didn't have to give me a delicious pastry to achieve it.

[ellievickstar]

A Fox's Pain

A/N: I loved this request so much mostly because i have a lot of self induced pain from being clumsy along with the fact i have horrible cramps that make me wanna die for two weeks every month. Can we just agree that protective caring Eris is the best Eris??? Also, I hope your okay slipping on ice sucks and it hurts like a bitch i couldn’t imagine how you feel, remember to take care of yourself!!! (For your info some of the falling is based off my real life cause i thought someone was in my house but i went tumbling to the floor, my foot got caught on the door stop as i was falling and i scratched it and then tripped over it further and died on the floor)

Summary: When you’re clumsy and in pain how will your mate take care of you especially when it pains him to see you this way.

Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could write something about eris taking care of his injured mate or a mate with chronic pain. I fully busted my ass this morning slipping on ice and since I have arthritis, the pain is 10x worse. I can't help but YEARN for the comfort that Eris would bring with his warm hands and reassurance (maybe even a touch of guilt or anger at the gods for bestowing their mate with such pain or even a bonus where the mate gets hurt because of someone else) If this is too specific/complicated, not a problem, but I really love your writing and find so much comfort in it!!

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x reader

Warnings: Chronic pain (reason unspecified), clumsy reader, getting injured, i kinda tried to research a little on arthritis sorry if this is like- wrong. T^T

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“HELP!” You yelped as you came tumbling to the floor for what might have been the billionth time that day. You had decided to bake so that you could pass time while Eris was in his meeting with the nobles. You were not needed to show up, thankfully, even though you were High Lady most days Eris let you stay in when your body ached and you could not move. Even on days your pain subsided a little and you were able to make public appearances he would hover over you like a really protective cat. You snickered at the idea of Eris almost hissing and clawing at people who got close to you.

Although your earlier bout of tripping oven door had caused you to go crashing, at least the over had cooled down enough that you were not burnt and you had already placed the baked treats safely on the counter. You reached up to maybe take one, a little lazy to stand up from the cool comfortable floor, when a sharp pain stabbed through your arm and you flinched, curling into yourself.

You don’t know how long it took for the pain to start subsiding as you shut your eyes, trying to swallow down the pain. You do not know when your vision started to blur as you stumbled over to the cabinet where the healer had stored the herbs for the pain.

“This hurts like a bitch,” You mumbled to yourself, causing a slight smile to creep over your face before the pain return and you winced. Maybe you should have stayed in bed like Eris said and waited for him to come back. You craved his heated palms soothing your skin and soft whispers as he tried to soothe the ache in your body.

Breathing in, you counted in your head, counting the seconds until you felt okay to move again.

1….

2…..

3……

Breath out.

“You’re okay,” You said firmly. You had grown up with this, you would be fine. You were stronger, you were better than this. You could get through this bout of pain just like very other time. Sighing, you shakily stood up, the dull ache in your joints still present but…better than the stabbing pain you had felt earlier. Wobbling your way to the tray of pastries, you picked up on and just when you were about to put it in your mouth…

You leaned you head back too far and it slammed against the cabinet behind you.

“Shit!” You exclaimed. Cursing out the cabinet, you groaned at the pastry that ended on the floor, bending to pick it up, being careful not to hit anything.

“I think that’s the fourth? Fifth time you’ve done something to hurt yourself?” A cool voiced echoed through the room and as you whipped your head around quickly, too quickly, your foot slipped and you were about to go tumbling again when strong arms shot out and grabbed you by your waist, steadying you. “Clumsy little fox,” He murmured gently lifting you to sit you down on the counter.

“It’s not my fault I wanted to make something nice but the kitchen is so hazerdous,” You shot back. “So hazardous,” He hummed. His warm palms slid over your skin, messaging the ache in your joints with heated skin, the warmth of his magic seeped into your joints and you groaned gratefully, leaning your head into his chest while he worked at your aches.

“You know, you’re helping me but maybe next time keep quiet and just help,” You mumbled. Chuckling, “I don’t remember that complaint last night when I was-,” “Stop, nope, I take back what I said, never mind,” You cut him off quickly. You winced when he touched a particularly painful spot. His eyes softened slightly, and you noticed how his movements slowed and gentled just a tad as he worked on that particular ache, messaging it just like how the healer taught him to.

When he was done, he picked up a pastry from the tray, holding it to your mouth. Your brows quirked as you looked at the pastry to his face, “I can feed myself you know?” “You just hit your head trying to though,” He replied. You rolled your eyes, taking the pastry in your mouth, moaning at the delicious taste as the warm sweetness seeped into you taste buds.

“I’m sorry,” He suddenly said.

“For what?” You asked curiously, reaching to grab another pastry, Eris slid his hands to wrap around your waist again, looking into your eyes.

“I’m sorry that for all the pain that you could feel, I can’t be the one to take away the pain, but I hope that by being here, being with you, I can at least make it bearable. And I’m sorry, that there will never be a day I could truly understand how strong you had to be to survive this illness,” He murmured. Warmth fluttered in your chest and you felt tears well up in your eyes as he pulled you close in an embrace, and as you felt comfort by the warmth of his body against yours, just for a moment, you felt as if everything didn’t matter except the male in front of you.

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A/N: So I tried my best and this is how it turned out hahha....I hope I didn't disappoint the anon T^T For those who don't know my requests are open for the moment so if you want me to write anything for you guys please let me know. BYEEEE <3

[znitsamluv]

Hello! Could you do a Chifuyu x reader, they met a bookstore in the manga section. Chifu saw them reading the same manga as him and decided to strike up a conversation. They exchanged numbers and they plan a date. Takemichi and the others are wondering why he is distracted. Few days later they follow him and see the reader in the classic white dress and sun hat waving at Chifuyu. Lucky guy has a date with a total cutie!

Lucky bastard

Pairing: Chifuyu x FEM!reader

Warnings : none just fluff unless you are allergic to happiness

Note : sorry for making you wait anonie 🫶

" Excuse me, Do you have this volume?" Chifuyu asked the counter lady at the manga store showing her the picture of the manga cover , he spent 20 minutes looking around for the new released volume but he had no luck at finding it .

" Sorry it's sold out" The counter lady said without evening sparing Chifuyu a glance making him frown , it was just released yesterday! How can it be sold out already.

" Excuse me " chifuyu was about to complain and tell whoever talked to wait in line but he stopped once his eyes fell on you, it was ironic how he felt like how the Main leads in the romance manga he reads feel when they see their love of their life for the first time , words getting stuck in his throat and his heart pumping faster the more he looked at you.

" Oh did I interrupt you? " Chifuyu couldn't help but let out a chuckle at your adorable panicked state.

"it is fine " Chifuyu gave you one of his bright smiles , he was handsome you can't deny that ... And polite , you expected a rude response but the warm answer made you smile in relief.

" I was looking for the newest volume of (manga name) , do you have it here ?"

Chifuyu almost got a whiplash from how fast he turned his head once he heard you ask about the volume he was just asking about.

" No " the lady said again and continued to type on her computer, chifuyu felt his heart tighten seeing the beautiful smile you wore since getting in fading into a frown .

" I know a place that has it ! " Chifuyu said without thinking, he doesn't know another place but all he cared about right now was not letting you leave , not now.

" Really?!" The sparkle in your eyes was everything Chifuyu needed he might be dumb for saying something he wasn't sure of but what is the harm in making a beautiful lady happy?!

" yeah .... I can show you if you want it is around the corner"

You are not dumb of course , you know that trusting a total stranger and following them somewhere else might end up bad but you can't deny that from the moment you went inside the shop you had your eyes following Chifuyu around, it was as if the universe finally decided to be on your side and have that fine man talk to you and suggest showing you another shop , it can't be bad !

" if you don't mind then I'm ok "

Chifuyu had to hold himself from doing a victory pose now , he needs to seem cool , he wants to impress you.

He held the door open for you , he made you stand on the left side so you aren't close to the road and cars , he listened to you attentively like you were his favorite song , he looked at you like you hung up the stars and laughed whenever you laughed, it was like you wiggled deeper in his heart the more time you spent together.

And you better believe that you found the volume you were looking for, but it didn't stop here , you both exchanged numbers and from that day you hung out regularly , Chifuyu would sometimes ditch toman meetings and hangouts to go hang out with you .

And after a month of talking and being casual chifuyu had the courage to ask you out on a date and almost passed out when you agreed.

" you look... Stunning" chifuyu felt like he forgot how to talk , just seeing you in that beautiful white dress and sunhat once he met you at the park was like seeing an angel sent from heaven, you both spent the evening together laughing and having a cute picnic.... Until a certain group of chaos noticed you both.

" so this is who you have been ditching us for ? "

Chifuyu froze upon hearing the familiar voice and looked at Baji and Takemitchi , Baji looked at you then at Chifuyu and let out a toothy smile.

" fair enough"

" I can explain! " Chifuyu panicked slightly as you looked confused at the whole situation.

" no need to..... What am I doing wrong god "

Baji said loudly as he looked at you then at Chifuyu, then at Takemitchi who has Hina .

" Let's go Takemitchi, chifuyu is busy with his girlfriend"

Without even letting chifuyu explain himself they left and he looked at you with rosy cheeks.

" I apologize-"

"I like the idea of that "

" huh ? " Chifuyu looked at you with a tilted head when you cut him off .

" I like the idea of being your girlfriend"

Chifuyu had to pinch himself to know he wasn't dreaming, looking at you with a wide grin like a lovesick fool

" I like the idea of that too "

[sxrrandomfanfics]

RazLili Week 2024 Day 1 - Animals

Raz grabbed Lili's hand as Truman and Augustus were deep in conversation. "You two feel free to talk as long as you want!"

As he tugged on Lili's hand, she added: "Take your time! We'll be fine!"

Augustus smiled, "ah, young love."

Truman chuckled, "they think they're being subtle."

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"You still have those on?" Lili asked as Raz walked around only in his acrobatics outfit. The boots seemed fine when Raz did his acrobatic tricks, but stomping about the grounds seemed uncomfortable, given that they went up to his knees.

"You never know what's on the ground at a circus. Besides, stopping at my trailer might mean that we'll miss what I want to show you."

"And what's that?"

"It's a surprise." Raz squeezed Lili's hand as the two made their way over to what seemed to be a stall that horses would be in, but it was... very tall.

"Some secret horse? Like your sister's 'World's Smallest Pony'?"

"Uh. No. I'm still not allowed around Sugarcube." Raz shook his head. "Actually, this fine lady here is the opposite of a World's Smallest Pony." Raz then opened the door to the pen.

As Lili's eyes went up, her jaw dropped lower and lower. A large elephant, wearing purple jhul on her head and back raised her trunk.

The elephant was polite as she waved her trunk. Oh, Razputin has told me so much about you!

"Yup! Lili Zanotto, meet Naomi: The Crown Jewel of the Fildes Circus."

"Fildes? But I thought you were in the Aquato Family Circus."

"Yeah! Multiple small circuses usually work together to make these shows run." Raz waved his hand. "Anyways, I'm glad you two get to meet one another."

"Wait, so you just... talk about me to random animals?"

"Not random. Naomi was the first animal I ever really learned to talk to. Well, understand the emotions, if you're including proper Zoolepathy with Harold."

"... I thought you were just lying about having the elephant to have a badass line in front of Agent Nein."

"Nope! I uh... my family agreed to have me assist with Naomi after..."

"... after what?"

He pulled my tail. He used to be awfully rude.

"Raz? Rude?"

"I mean... I think I'm pretty rude."

"The rudest you got with me was staring at me. And the worst you called Bobby was 'hair boy.' You're not rude."

Naomi lifted her trunk with a laugh. Oh, the stories I could tell you about this young man.

Raz groaned, "please, my mom is enough." He looked back up at Naomi. "Does this mean we still can't try what I wanted to?"

Oh no. I'm still fine with it. Naomi turned around, showing she was still wearing the howdah that she had been wearing for the show.

Raz then got onto his Lev-bubble, and looked down to Lili, expecting her to do the same.

Lili understood, but then smirked. "What, not even going to help me up?"

Raz raised an eyebrow, then mirrored the smirk. He put on his best theatrical voice. "Oh, my apologies, princess. Let your knight assist you onto this glorious creature so that way we may galavant around the town."

Lili laughed, joyful that he would reciprocate, and took his hand. Up, they climbed onto the back of Naomi. Lili smiled, but gulped as well.

"Nervous?"

"Never been on an elephant before."

Don't worry. I'm perfectly calm.

Raz patted Lili on the shoulder, smoothly putting his arm around her after she realized which shoulder he patted. "We won't go too far on this. Just a quick little ride."

"Wait, we're going outside?"

"It would be more fun!"

"Do you have permission?"

"Well, I often like to think of asking for forgiveness is better than asking for permission."

Oh, he begged for permission.

Raz frowned, feeling less cool, but Lili smiled.

"Glad to know you're at least somewhat responsible now."

Raz pulled Lili in tighter, smiling.

[mageofseven]

When Heat Cools: A MephistoMC Love Story

Chapter 10

Taglist: @astroseuss @fcxyviixen @jar-of-moondust @marvelous-maniac @ghost-mint @darkflowerav @missloserqueen

TW: Child abuse? None actually takes place. It's more so a mother speaking her concerns about the potential of it happening to her kids because of the state of society, but I thought I would mention this just in case.

When MC woke up later, the first thing she sensed was smooth silk. Her eyes fluttered open and she slowly took in her environment.

The human was under soft, dark purple blankets and in a room with a similar purple theme.

She stared into space, waiting for the fog to leave her brain. Where was she exactly? What happened?

She...right. She came to meet Mephisto's parents. So this is...some where in his house? Maybe his room?

But...where was he? Where was Mephisto?

The woman turned to the edge of the bed, letting the silk sheets slide off her as she sat up and slowly rose to her feet.

She was still a bit tired, but otherwise felt fine; the human saw no point in staying bed when she would rather search for her boyfriend.

MC poked her head out the door and into the hall before stepping out. No one, not even a servant was around. It was a bit eerie to the woman, but supposed that was just how it went when you owned a mansion of this size.

The human...she really felt out of her element in this home. Without her boyfriend, she felt like nothing more than a trespasser in a home of...well, demons, but not the real kind; more like the kind most humans think demons are.

The human softly stepped down the hall, overly aware of how each step echoed down the big hall. Despite how she first compared this mansion to Diavolo's castle, it wasn't the nearly the same to her outside of their sizes. At Dia's, MC always felt so warm and comfortable there, like it was a second home to her.

This...this place felt as she was being--

"It's you!"

All of a sudden, a small force bumped into MC and pushed her into the wall, eliciting a yelp from the woman.

MC looked down and saw a small boy hugging onto her waist, pressing his cheek into her belly happily. He had reddish brown hair and dark eyes, looking to be about nine or so in appearance.

The boy pulled back up.

"You're my brother's pretty girl!" He smiled up at her before pouting. "You can't just randomly sleep like that though. You made Mepi upset."

How...was she supposed to respond to this? The woman felt like her brain was buffering in the moment.

"I...I'm sorry." She told the boy. "Can you tell me where your brother is--"

"Abbie!"

The two look up and find Mephisto speed walking towards them.

The little boy let go of her and waved frantically to his brother.

"Mepi! The pretty lady woke up~"

Mephisto sighed as he approached them.

"Her name is MC, Abbie."

"Oh ok." Abbie nodded. "MC's awake now~"

"I do have eyes, brother." He gave the small boy a soft smile before looking to MC in concern. "How are you feeling?"

"I...I dunno." She mumbled. "Tired, but not like sleepy tired? And a bit hungry?"

He nodded.

"The chef is almost finished with the food." He explained. "I promised you a meal earlier and I'm keeping my word no matter what."

Mephisto reached out and took his girlfriend's hand. Mimicking his big brother, Abbie reached out and took her other hand with a big smile, swinging their arms back and forth.

"Are we gonna take her to the dining room now?"

The older brother raised his eyebrows.

"I am taking to her to go eat. You, however, still have homework to finish before bed."

The little boy pouted, dark eyes staring up at Mep as he pressed his cheek to MC's arm.

Mephisto immediately faltered.

"I...well, you can walk with us to the dining room." The older brother gave in a bit. "However, I need time to talk with her alone, adult to adult."

"About baby things?"

Sure, why not?

"Yes, exactly." He smiled at his brother before looking back to MC. "Are you ready to go eat?"

MC nodded, feeling a bit more relaxed with them both at her side.

The human knew Mephisto had a little brother, but not much else. It wasn't even Mephisto who told her this; it was Diavolo. Despite putting on this act like he and his family were some kind of pride of the Devildom, the nobleman had been surprisingly tight-lipped about his family over the years.

The woman used to ask him about them back before they were dating and had quickly learned the confusing taboo nature of the topic. Now that she saw the two together...she had to admit, she had even more questions.

She knew his brother was younger, but this much younger? The age difference was so big that when you look at the two, you could almost believe Abbie could be his son and not his brother

Except even then, the two surprisingly don't even look too much a like. While Mephisto has his long, wavy purple hair and green eyes, Abbie has somewhat curly brown hair and dark eyes. The two barely looked related.

Still, it was still a sweet sight. MC could tell he cared dearly for his little brother.

With these thoughts, the three of them traveled through the big mansion to get to the dining room, Abbie skipping by her side the whole way there.

The woman smiled, watching the happy child be off in his own little world beside her. Unbeknownst to her, while she was watching Abbie, Mephisto was watching her with a soft, loving gaze.

Once the trio made it to the dining room, the nobleman let go of his girlfriend's hand to pull out her seat. Abbie immediately let go of her hand too, insisting that he wanted to help as well

And so MC had both big and little brother pull her seat out, guide her to her seat (this was mostly Abbie; sweet boy was just so excited), and then push her seat back up to the table a bit.

"Now with that done," Mep turned to his brother. "You should really head off before Mother catches you. And as far as I'm concerned, I did not catch you slacking on your Tibetan homework and this conversation never happened."

The child gave a big grin and in the dining room lighting, MC was able to see more clearly that the boy was missing a tooth, one of the vampire-like fangs he inherited from his mother. This made the boy's smile look both somewhat awkward and adorable at the same time.

Do demons have some sort of equivalent to the tooth fairy here, MC wondered? If not, would that be something she would want to introduce to her children when they are old enough to lose teeth?

As random as it might sound, it is only now occuring to her how with raising her kids in the Devildom that she will really need to put some thought in what aspects from her own culture she wants her kids to grow up with because otherwise, they really won't be exposed to them like she was without her actively introducing those aspects to them.

And yes, this realization came to her because of this adorable little boy and his missing tooth.

After a few more words between the brothers, the little boy runs off and Mephisto takes a seat next to his girlfriend just as some servants bring her food out and set it in front of her.

MC didn't even hesitate; the woman picked up her silverware and began eating. In truth, she hasn't eaten since breakfast so she was very hungry, but she wasn't about to let her boyfriend know that fact.

Mid bite, the human glanced over at the demon and found that he was staring at her, watching her eat the food he had his chef prepare for her.

The man blushed and looked away.

"Someone was staring." She teased him, just like she used to.

"I...I was doing no such thing."

MC released a small chuckle before leaning in and kissing him on the cheek.

"Thank you for the food. Really."

The nobleman nodded, watching her take another bite as she looked away.

"So...we have to talk, right?"

The man purse his lips.

"You fainted the very moment you stepped in the same room as my parents." He reminded her. "Of course I would like to know why that happened."

MC laid her fork down, staring down at her plate with a heavy expression.

"Mi corazón?"

"When I first got here with Dorian," She began, avoiding his gaze. "I...he took my hand to help me out of the car. When I took it...I had a vision."

Mep's eyes wide before he took her hand in his.

"This is what caused your episode out in the car, isn't it?"

MC nodded.

"It...It was like the other visions though." She explained. "When I took Dorian's hand...it was...it was his past I saw."

Tears filled the human's eyes.

"I saw him at the bottom of some pit, being attacked by--"

Her boyfriend put a hand over her mouth.

"Mi corazón, please." The nobleman scanned the room, making sure no one was in hearing distance to the best of his ability before removing his hand and kissing her forehead. "I'm sorry, I--I know exactly what you are referring to and it's not something we can discuss openly in my home."

His girlfriend finally met his eyes, staring in disbelief.

"You know she--"

"I know my family all too well," He explained. "And that's all I'll say for now."

Still, the nobleman now understands why his girlfriend fainted. Seeing such a traumatic moment of the past and then having to walk into the room and discover that one of the people you came to meet was the abuser from that memory? That was a lot for anyone to take in.

MC turned away from him again.

How? How has that horrible woman gotten away with it, seemingly without even the slightest of punishments?

It was horrible. It was cruel. It was scary.

And if she was feeling so sick and overwhelmed like this over it, imagine how Dorian must feel? He works under that woman. He has to around the woman that did that to him day in, day out and who knows how long ago that truly was considering how long demons live?

As hungry as the expecting woman was, she was also now so sick, a deep nausea spreading through her stomach at the horrible realization going through her head.

"MC?" Mephisto called her name, noticing how the woman paled a bit.

"...I can't eat anymore."

He sighed. She barely touched her food.

The nobleman rose from his chair and guided her up from her own (and placing an anti-poison charm on her food just in case 'cause...well, this is his parents we're talking about so he's taking no chances with her unattended food) before leading her out of the room.

The couple went down the hall and through an oddly plain looking door (compared to the rest in the overly extravagant home) before carefully taking some steps down into an old, dusty room filled with old books, shelves, and boxes.

Honestly, the human doubted the servants even came down here often to clean, let alone her boyfriend's parents for any reasons.

"Why are we down here?"

"It's...a safer place to talk." Mep explained. "I used to hide down here as a child so I can vouch for it's privacy."

He led her over to the built-in bench by the window, which gave the couple a nice view of the Devildom's moons, but instead of having her sit next to him, the man had his girlfriend sit on his lap.

Mephisto held her close, his eyes closed.

"I'm sorry you had to see...Dorian in such a state; that was a long time ago."

"I don't care how long ago it was!" She argued. "Why--I just--how could she get away with something like that?"

"My mother brought our family back to it's former glory when she married into it and by doing so, she holds the true power, not my father." He explained. "There's...very little that can be done about it internally."

"Mephisto, she forced herself on him. Isn't there some sort of law about this stuff here?"

"Not back then." Her boyfriend shook his head. "Dorian is...he isn't a demon, not fully; his mother was a human, a witch who stayed in the Devildom long ago for her research. Hybrids never used to have the same rights as us, not until Lord Diavolo took over. Unfortunately, my mother's actions were completely legal at the time."

"That's..." MC wrapped an arm around her belly protectively.

That's not just how his family saw children between demons and humans; it was a societal view back then. Dorian was seen as a lesser person solely because of his human genetics, because of his human mother. Back then, that was enough for Mephisto's mother abuse towards Dorian and people like him to be seen as permissable.

What would the demons here think of her kids? MC has always thought of the Devildom as a safe place, but the truth of the matter was that she knew very little of the horrors that went on here that felt like just yesterday to those around here despite occuring long before she was born.

Even with new laws in place...has there been enough social change within demonic society? Will her children actually be safe here or will they be seen just as Dorian was (or is?) or worse for being such rare spiritual mix that they will actually be like the first generation of humanity (whatever that even means. This poor woman still doesn't fully understand what that means).

Mephisto noticed her protectively cover her belly with her arm and immediately lowered both his arms to her belly too.

"No one's going to harm them." He vowed, knowing exactly where her thoughts were going. "Especially how Dorian was harmed."

"But are there still people who would want to?" She stressed. "Are there still demons who would look at our children and believe they'd have some sickening right to do as they please with them?"

Mephisto closed his eyes and held her tighter as he took a deep breath. It was his job to comfort her, he knew this. However, this was just as upsetting of a topic for him as it was for her.

"Here in the capital city...there is very little to worry about in that regard." Her boyfriend promised, tone controlled as he tried not to think too much about all of this, about some demon actually looking down on his children in this way. "However, there is a reason Lord Diavolo doesn't permit any exchange students from leaving the city. Here, he has the most influence and even those who oppose his views must play by his rules. Out beyond the capital however...it becomes more difficult to enforce such laws."

Mephisto leaned in and gave his girlfriend a slow, deep kiss, as if he meant to communicate every ounce of his love and devotion to this woman through it.

"You have nothing to worry about." He swore to her when he broke the kiss. "You have me right here, always, along with my family name as a shield. You also have Diavolo and his own loud care for you. You even have the brothers who...despites my own opinions, are still somehow well-respected lords of this land."

Mephisto gave her belly a gentle rub and kissed her neck.

"Both you and our children are going to be the most heavily defended people in the three realms." He cracked a small smile at this thought. "No one is going so much as brush a finger tip against you or our children and if they would dare to try, they obviously wouldn't be the most intelligent of our kind to begin with."

I mean, who looks at a mother and her kids, surrounded by the literally prince of hell, a demon of darkness, and seven lords of hell and truly thinks 'I can take them'.

No one with a braincell, I assure you.

[pbandjesse]

Today was a good day. I am not as bone achingly exhausted. I am just mildly tired. So I am pretty pleased about that. Though I am still really excited to go to sleep.

I slept alright last night. I woke up and was just like if bleh. I stretched for a few minutes. And went to get ready for the day.

I liked my outfit. And my face. But my hair is still really bothering me. It is feeling really healthy and that's nice but it's just a little. Flat. And I only feel pretty when it's pulled up. Frustrating for sure. I can't wait for it to cool down so I can wear hats. Hats will make me feel a little better. I also just want my hair to be longer. I did trim it at work yesterday but mostly just my bangs. I don't want to take anything off the bottom. I got all the splits cut off already. So now we just focus on making it healthy and good.

James left for work and I took a few minutes to get myself together. My first stop was to go to the restaurant store. I was nervous but I would get there at 8am and it was neat! I liked looking around at stuff and seeing the large containers of things that are normally in smaller portions.

The guy at the desk was very helpful and I found the coffee percolator and paid for that and headed out. The nice cashier lady carried it outside for me but that wasn't necessary, it wasn't heavy, just a bit awkward in size.

It was a longer drive to work. But I would still beat everyone there getting there before 9.

I went to the lodge first to set up the coffee thing. I collected the old broken one and took it to the recycling shed.a s the. Spent some time talking to Bonnie and petting buddy the dog. It was a nice little way to start the day.

I would have a really productive day. But it was also full of different parts which I liked a lot.

When Heather got in she let me know it was Elizabeth's birthday! Happy birthday Elizabeth! And because it was her birthday we were going to go have breakfast at the filling station together. I was excited. I have never worked at a job where we could just stop and go have breakfast as a group?? That's so cool.

I wasn't even particularly hungry but it was fine. Once Elizabeth got there we would all get in Heather's car (well her daughter Sophie's car, Heather got a flat tire yesterday) and went to the cafe.

I've heard lots of good things from people at camp about the filling station. I was surprised that it was Mexican! I thought it was just a cafe. But I love Mexican and absolutely want to go back.

Me and Heather got savory bagels and Elizabeth got a sausage burrito. They also got lattes and I got an iced Mexican hot chocolate. Which was spicy and lovely. I don't often get to get special drinks because they are usually coffee so this was exciting.

We sat and talked and it was fun. I liked telling stories and hearing theirs. We talked work as well to make it a business expense. It was a beautiful day.

We would stop at the post office before going back to camp. I told them stories about when I worked for the insurance company and how much I loved it but how stressful it was. And how me leaving there lead me to meeting James. Everything happens for a reason.

I would get a lot done when we got back to camp. I worked on some more research. I worked on my lessons. It took a while but I got all my reference images on every project. All 46 pages of them. And added all the supplies for each. Eventually I would start adding Amazon links but I wouldn't get a lot of that done.

But I wasn't just doing one thing. When I would feel myself getting bored I went and did something else.

I would take my two packages up to the art building. It was my little caboodle boxes and now I'm going to be so organized with my supplies. I'm really pleased. I need to get more feathers but I think on Tuesday I'm going to investigate the Yukon basement to see if I can find any there first. And once I was done organizing I started going through my books to decide what ones might be useful for summer. I had to take out any that said they are only read in the winter and put those in a box labeled "winter stories". I also took out any that were written like a grandparent telling a story to a child. Didn't need that meta. Just direct stories please.

I would eventually wander over to homestead. Which I feel like is pretty embarrassing right now. Just a mess. I came up whole a whole list of things to be done to make it not a nonsense area. And would try to collect up some stuff that was left on the ground or in the pens. But it's to much for me to tackle on my own.

So I went back to the office and made a list and started pricing out my projects. When Heather came back from helping clean the pool with Elizabeth I talked to her about it and she thinks getting the boy scouts to help with this is the best course of action and she made me feel really good about my work. That I'm handling the programing and that while they have so much going on they are really happy to have me handling this stuff and following through. That made me feel really good. Really useful.

I would print all the journals I'll need for next week. And after I folded all 60 of those (while listening to a video on YouTube) I took a little break.

I would use my coupon and a sale at Ulta to get two of my lotions for the price of less then one. So that was exciting. I decided to order it for pick up. Something I've never done before. And it stressed me out when after the 2 hours (it was supposed to take) I wasn't sure it was going to be ready to be picked up. Jess said I should just go and it would be fine.

So as the day wound down, after I had made a few walks around camp, went and hung up the blanket I got for decoration in the pueblo, made sure the art building was locked, I headed out.

I went to Ulta in Towson. And they were wildly busy. But as I was waiting in line to ask I got the email that my order was ready so I was directed to the pick up table and they apologized for the delay but I was just happy to have my lotions.

I drove across the street to target next. Where I smelled all the deodorants. I got a jumpsuit for layering, which is something I have been on the lookout for so I was very excited about it. And I found some period underwear. Because on Wednesday I'm getting my IUD out. And I don't know what is going to happen but I am assuming I'll get my period for the first time since 2017. And I got two pairs because the sign said I'll get a $5 gift card.

But apparently I needed the app and the line was really long and once I was directed to guest services the guy was like. Oh you need the app. And I was like it's fine then don't worry about it. And he just quietly got me the gift card and when I told him he was so sweet he got the cutest smile. It's so nice when people are nice.

I got home at 530 and James was at the front door waiting for me. Which made me feel so happy. Because I was kind of emotionally exhausted. And needed to be frustrated and vent for a little. But they made me feel better.

I put on my new jumpsuit and they told me I looked great in it. I can't wait to wear it with sweaters.

James and me would hang up our Halloween decorations and I am thrilled. I love the paper bats on the mantle best. I am also just excited to have the Halloween stuffies out again.

James would walk to get us pizza. I took a shower while they were gone. I got a little upset and just watched videos on the couch and didn't feel my best.

Eating dinner helped a little. Having a little cry helped. I would pack up the bears for the market tomorrow. Talked to Jess about the highlights of our days. And eventually got in bed.

Which is where I am now. I'm going to go brush my teeth soon and try to just go to sleep because I have gotten more tired as I've been writing this. I have a very long day tomorrow. Market and then a break and then a wedding st the museum. I hope to get a little nap in between and that will help me. I hope it's a fun day.

Sleep good everyone. I hope you are taking csre of yourself. Goodnight!

[rubywithin]

Zone Gate Mood 2

I stared at my the deck of cards I was given, ugh does someone expect me to actually use these? Nah I will just try and battle online again, -after a few minutes- (Zoey) "Blade Lady Fencer attack the opponent directly!". Aw yeah another victory now to see if everyone else is hyped....(Comment 1) "Ugh cool but that Phantom guy still owned you." (Comment 2) "If you are so good why don't you beat the Phantom? lol". Ugh I am done with these bandwagoners....I looked at the deck again. (Zoey) "Fine I will battle with these!" but I don't know anyone to battle with. I looked through my friends list....Machi is the only one I can think of but if she knew I was gonna play with an actual deck she would say "Told you so". Wait a second I could challenge Renee.....I'm pretty sure she plays this game.

-Ring....ring- (Renee) "Um hi Zoey" (Zoey) "Hey Renee I was um wondering if I have a game of Zonelle against you?". She was silent, I could feel the surprise from her! (Renee) "Um sure I can have a quick battle with you, where do we meet?". Hmm....where will no one see me....ugh why is this the only place I can think of. (Zoey) "How about Flowzen Burger?" again she took her time to reply....I am starting to feel like she is reshaping her image of me! (Renee) "Okay I can meet you there but won't be able to stay for long!". I got my deck and said later to my parents, (Mum) "Can you buy bring some milk on the way back" I nodded and left. Along the way I looked through the cards again just to make sure they were ones I was familiar with. Ugh why do I care so much it's just an ordinary card battle that no one will even be watching! I arrived at the building and um....ordered some fries for the pair of us as we battle.

After a few minutes Renee arrived, (Zoey) "Hey I ordered you a lemon soda if that's fine?" (Renee) "Thank you Zoey, okay I am ready to battle!" we both took out our decks and shuffled. I lost the coin toss so I will be going second, (Renee) "I will start by summoning Blade Juggler in a side zone in attack position!". Okay so she is not going to stop me from attacking, (Zoey) "I summon Blade Butler in the front zone and attack you directly". (Renee) "I activate Stance Swap to change my Juggler to defence position and guard the attack!" (Zoey) "Wait....I thought you need to place a spell to use it?" (Renee) "Some spells can be used from the hand but they are limited to one copy, I just like to get the upper hand early sorry Zoey". (Zoey) "It's fine I guess I will take it as a learning experience" I guess I can live with her not being able to do that again.

(Renee) "I summon Blade Gentleman Assassin in the front zone and I use his ability to destroy your Butler by discarding one card. I now change Juggler to attack position and both my monsters attack you directly!" Darn it I am already in a losing position.....she just needs one more monster, no I can't give up yet. (Zoey) "I summon Blade Lady Elaine in my back zone and use her ability to summon a Blade Juggler in the front zone. I then attack your Butler with my Juggler and user Elaine's ability to joint attack with them!" My goal is to limit her offense till I have a decent formation, (Renee) "I summon Blade Lady Great Sword in the front zone and use her ability to attack both of your monsters! The price is I have to discard a card" she then attack me directly.......darn it I can't come back from this ugh maybe I am not as good at Zonelle as I thought.

(Zoey) "I end my turn...." she asked if I was sure and I nodded ugh why was I beaten so easily? (Renee) "Both my monsters attack you directly, sorry Zoey" (Zoey) "It's fine but what went wrong?". (Renee) "I just got lucky with my draws to be honest but I'm sure you will get used to your deck in no time!". I thanked Renee for the battle and made my way home after buying some milk. Okay I will reconsider my battle time....maybe I should be more defencive.

[miarose21]

Chapter Five: The Tournament (part 1)

A couple of days have passed since the whole drinking incident, Nightmare and I are talking as usual. Plus Eclipse has also gotten a lot more proficient in controlling his firepower. Nightshade has been tormenting the bartender and Cyrice has been keeping up with my treatments, though he's not too happy with me since I managed to open my wounds several times. The tournament is in three days and with me fully healed and everyone’s doing well, I thought we could go look for some clothes in town considering we were running out.

“We should head to town and get some new clothes since we are falling apart and starting to stink no matter how much we wash them,” I said while we were eating breakfast

“Yes get out of my bar for the day” the bartender yells while putting away bottles

“Okay cool it's decided”

As we started to leave Eclipse looked kinda worried, but Nightmare just put his arm around him into a headlock and then gave him a noogie. Once we made it into the town centre the boys went off in one direction and me and Nightshade went in the other.

“So where do you wanna go first?”

“Why don’t we go there” as she pointed at a place that had a diverse range of color

“Okay sure but you can't go causing trouble like usual”

“I'll try you know that it follows me”

As we walked into the store we were both drawn to different areas. I found some nice looking loose clothing with some clear overlay clothing, and Nightshade went with a more emo punk style.

“Let's go try this stuff on”

“Okay Nightshade”

As we started trying on clothes I noticed my hair was getting in the way so I tied it up.

“Nightshade do you need me to tie your hair back” I yelled from the next changing area

“Ya sure”

As I put a shirt on to go and help Nightshade, she fucking came out in her fucking bra.

“Go put a fucking shirt on you dumbass” I yelled while pushing her into the changing room

“Fine, fine jeez you don't have to be such a buzzkill” as she came back out wearing a shirt

I put her hair up and then went back to trying the clothes on.

“Are you done yet?” I said while standing outside the door

“Ya just putting my clothes back on”

“Okay”

As she came out we went to pay for everything but someone stepped in to pay for us.

“Umm excuse me what do you think you're doing” I said pretty annoyed

“Well I’m gonna pay for the pretty lady that gave us a show early”

“That wasn't a show for you so put your money away”

“How dare you….”

“Thank you for your purchase I hope to see you again”

“You as well have a good day, come on Nightshade we should meet up with the others” I said while walking out

“Agreed I can't wait to see what Nightmare and Cyrice got”

As we headed out of the shop the guy who tried to pay for Nightshade grabbed me as his friends surrounded us.

“Let go,” I said while looking at him with a murderous aura

“Haha you look so scary, little girl”

“Silver I'm sorry”

“Its fine Nightshade this it isn't your fault” I said while slowly starting to break the man's hand

“But this always happens to me” 

“That's not your fault though it's theirs, no we should probably get out of here,” I said while casually jumping to the rooftop

“Agreed,” she said while jumping after me

“Let's head back to the square”

“Okay”

As we casually jump from roof to roof the guys who were bothering us earlier are now running through the streets to keep up. Once we hit the square we jumped down to meet up with the boys.

“Why do you guys look so out of breath?” I asked while looking where they were pointing

“Oh funny enough we are dealing with the same problem” as Nightshade pointed in the opposite direction

As both the groups converged on us, I noticed someone walking down the front so I moved myself so that everyone was behind me, while everyone else made sure that Eclipse was in the middle.

“Oh what do we have here a bunch of mutts”

“Oh wow what a creative insult coming from a disgusting pile of crap”

“Pffft I wanna talk to the real big dog of the group”

“You are you sexist pig”

The whole group of men behind him started to laugh uncontrollably. 

*Eclipse you are going to dip out the back and run as fast as you can back to the inn, do you understand me* I said mentally

“Yes,” he said under his breath

*Keep Eclipse from getting caught* I said to Cyrice

*Yes Silver*

“What thinking about running, weakling”

“Your the only weak one I see here”

*Now*

As me, Nightshade, and Nightmare moved outward into the group, Cyrice and Eclipse escaped out the back.

“Three against six doesn't sound like too bad of odds, right guys”

“Agreed” Nightmare smiled

“Meh it's better than before” Nightshade shrugged

As they got up from the ground they realised that two of us were gone. Lots of people started noticing what was going on.

“Welp looks like it's time to go,” I said while noticing how people were looking

As we went to leave one of them grabbed my hair to stop me, however he very quickly lost his hand. Once we got further away we slowed back down to a walk.

“So how did you guys end up getting chased?” Nightshade asked while walking backward in front of us

“Well some guys started trying to bug Eclipse, he stood up for himself and one of them tried to punch him, so Cyrice stepped in and punched the guy in the gut, then they started chasing us”

“Haha good for him” Nightshade laughed while running ahead

“Agreed good for him”

“I can only guess what happened with you guys, Nightshade”

“She decided to come out of her fucking changing area to get her hair tied up in her black lacey bra, like come on I had asked her not even 30 minutes earlier not to cause any problems”

“Yup that does sound like her,” he said while chuckling a little

“Look guys we’re back,” she said while throwing her hands up showing her bra again

“Dammit Nightshade you are why we have so many fucking problems” Nightmare yelled while chasing her

“Hahaha guys stop your gonna…. Trip”

As I walked over to see how they fell.

“Oh my god, hahahha, is your face okay Nightmare”

“Nightmare get off you’er heavy” Nightshade said while trying to push him over

“Sorry Nightshade”

“Okay you two lets go inside”

“Definitely,” Nightmare said while getting up

“Agreed” Nightshade said while getting help up

When we went inside and sat down, we noticed that Cyrice was laughing while Eclipse started downing drinks.

“Is everything okay?” Nightshade asked while standing behind Eclipse

“That's a nice bra you got there sis, when did you get it?” Cyrice asked in between laughing

“Oh this one,” she said while lifting her shirt “I got it right before we left the port town,” she said while laughing “Why though”

“Oh no reason” Cyrice answered

As Eclipse started choking on his beer the bartender started mouth wide open.

“Stop doing that” Eclipse coughed out

“Stop doing what Eclipse?” as she leaned forward which made her shirt fall and her tits show through the tops

His face turned bright red and his nose started bleeding again.

“Do not get blood on my bar” the bartender said now looking at a wall

“Okay Nightshade stop breaking the poor guy unless your gonna make up for it,” I said while grabbing my knife to sharpen

“Your no fun Silver” Nightshade said while going to sit down

“You can't sharpen that in my bar”

“Fine I'll go outside,” I said while getting up

I went and found myself a rock to sit on and started to sharpen the dagger that Cyrice and Eclipse got me in the trade village, the hazelnut handle that was stained a dark umber color and the silver blade which reflected my sky blue eyes back at me.

However, when I looked up to the sky I couldn't help but to think of a sad lost pup who couldn't find its way. When I looked back down to continue sharpening my dagger all i could see was red everywhere, it was on my hands the ground everywhere, and the longer i stared at it the darker and more sludgy it got.

“Here,” the bartender said while putting a cold cup against my cheek

“Thanks, I guess,” I said while whipping my mouth and taking it “What do you want?”

“I don't know what you're talking about, can’t I just do something nice for no reason” he said while putting his hand on the back of his head

I just looked at him deadpanned while finishing the glass of water.

“Oh please you have yet to do anything without getting something in return” as I picked my dagger off the ground

He just looked at me for a couple of seconds before he decided to open his mouth.

“I want you guys to take Eclipse with you when you leave,” he said in the most sincere way possible

“Oh it's just that, we were planning to do that anyway, if you can’t tell the other three have gotten pretty attached to him,” I said while chuckling “I wouldn't have much choice in the matter anyway” I shrugged while getting up

When I walked back in they were all roughhousing in the bar, but the smiles on their faces were something I could never deny.

“You guys should probably stop before….”

“What the fuck are you doing in my bar”

Everyone stopped immediately, but I couldn’t help but to start laughing, it's definitely the first time in awhile.

“Okay let's talk about the tournament since it is tomorrow,” I said while sitting down at one of the tables

“Okay” they answered while each of them sat down

“First of all, Eclipse, how are the fights set up?” I asked while getting the paper out

“There will be one individual non-fight and a fight, then if we all pass the top four, we will then have a team match if we win the team match we will win the tournament, oh and the whole tournament is nonlethal so try not to do anything excessive our we’ll all be disqualified” Eclipse really emphasised the last part

“What are the non-fights?” Cyrice asked

“Well for the four of us, we will be doing a magic test and for Silver it will be an agility test, speaking of Silver shouldn't you and Nightmare switch places this isn't anything against you but with him being preserved with midnight blue it would be worried if he were to participate in the air section”

“Funny that you mention that, but Silver is pretty much magic illiterate” Nightmare said

“I’m sorry, what?” Eclipse said to dumbfounded unable to believe it

“Ya our village always focused on physical training first and then magic training when you go to the academy, we were all meant to go this year” Nightshade added

All everyone could hear through the silence was the bartender dropping a glass and chattering after hitting the wood floor underneath him. We all turned to look at him, but before anyone could say anything he jumped over the bar and dragged me outside by the back of my shirt.

“What the fuck!!” I yelled as he threw me onto the ground in front of him

“Hey man we respect you but what the fuck was that” Cyrice yelled while exiting the inn

“What can you do?” the bartender asked while completely ignoring Cyrice

“Umm I can make orbs”

“Is that all?”

“Yes”

He had slapped himself in the head by this point leaving a pretty red mark on his forehead, though the annoyance was as thick as molasses.

“Look I know my village didn’t do the best but I have been getting by pretty good without being able to use magic properly” I said trying to lessen his now growing anger

“Why didn't you just have Nightmare show you like he did me?” Eclipse asked while pointing at Nightmare

“Hahah, oh how bad that would have gone” Nightmare laughed

“Eclipse you can see his hair color and you suggest he help Silver, that's just impossible,” Cyrice said while shaking his head

“Do you know what you can use?” the bartender asked

“Ya, I can control fire, water, earth, and air” I said while finally getting off the ground

“What about you guys?” he said while turning to the others

“I can use fire and earth” Cyrice answered

“I can use dark, water, and air” Nightmare answered

“I can do a couple of things but mostly water and air” Nightshade answered with a grin

“Your hair conveys a lot more there girly,” the bartender said while walking over

“Does it now, I wouldn't know like we said earlier our village did not focus on magic” Nightshade answered while looking into his eyes “What can you do I wonder?” she asked while he walked back

“Eclipse, can you use any other magic?” Cyrice asked

“Nope just fire,” he said while having a fire in his hand

“Eclipse, when did you learn how to do that?” the bartender asked a little amused

“Oh I've been training with Nightmare for the past two weeks”

“Oh you have, have you,” he said while looking Nightmare up and down “For someone with no fire magic you did a pretty good job,” he said as he walked back over to me “Now you on the other hand”

“Me what, I'm doing perfectly fine and I know enough to get me through annoying situations,” I said now stepping back to not let him get any closer

“How do you three know how to use magic so well” he turned to face them

“Well that's not something we are supposed to talk about,” Nightshade said now sitting on the ground

“What?” the bartender asked now walking toward the three

“We aren't allowed to talk about it” Nightmare reiterated getting between him and Nightshade

“Does this have something to do with why Silver is bigger than you guys in your wolf forms?” Eclipse asked not thinking his words through

“How stupid are you?” Cyrice asked while smacking his face

“This makes sense now, Silver, are you the next chief of the village?” he asked walking back over to me

“No” I answered annoyed by this whole situation “look I'll just stick with combat its not unordinary for someone to not always look like they use a second element so it should be fine, but I don't want to talk about this any longer”

“You can't just walk away from me because you don't like the conversation,” he said going to stop me

“Your right however you are the inn and bar keep and you need to stay out of my business”

As I went to walk past him however he tried to grab my arm but was stopped by a dark wall, when I walked back in I rubbed the top of Nightshades head in thanks and then went up stairs.

“You should drop it, she may not look it but she does understand what kind of situation she's in, and while she says she doesn't know how to use magic she does unconsciously” Nightmare said while walking inside and then up the stairs

As the others walked in it was just Eclipse and the bartender outside.

“I hope I didn't upset them too much with my question?” Eclipse said before he walked in

As the bartender was the only one left on the front lawn, he started to seriously question how he got himself into this mess.

*knock knock*

“Silver, can I come in?” Nightmare asked from the other side of the door

“Sure”

He opened the door to see me laying down and facing the other way, but he also realised the protection runes I put up all over the room. As he walked over he started getting more and more worried since the runes almost tripled in amount.

“Silver I think we should talk”

“I really don't want to Nightmare, too much has happened over the last couple of months”

He turned me over so he could see me and while I tried really hard not to let him, I ended up failing pretty hard. He saw my tear drenched cheeks and puffy red eyes.

“Oh Silver” he said while hugging my into his chest

“Stop babying me Nightmare” I stated while trying to wrestle my way out of his arms

“Your struggling in vain Silver” he chuckled as he held me tighter

“Fine but don't blame me if your shirt gets soaked” he's warm

“I would never,” he said kissing me on the forehead

I remember crying for a long time, but I passed out and don't remember much after that. When I woke up it was still warm, i guess Nightmare hadnt left yet which was embarrassing enough, but Nightshade’s smiling wasn't helping. We got dressed and headed to the tournament ground. 

Eclipse had said that the tournament lasts three days, the non-lethal tests happen on the first day, the individual fights happen on the second day, and the final fight happens before the feast on the third and final day.

[fuckinorangecat]

part 2

Abysmal. There is a character limit, I can't believe this madness. Anyway.

We walked through a bunch of claw machine/gatcha shops and played a little bit. It was nice and I saw a very dedicated lady trying her absolutely hardest trying to get a golden kamuy figurine. She got it in the end, I was so happy for her. I was gonna attempt myself and if I got it I would've given it to her. She looked so close to giving up. Ahh, human perseverance. After that we got tired and went to a cafe where we waited for another addition to the party. A scottish JET, we outnumbered the American 3:1, fuck yeah. After meeting up with walked around further and went to a retro game store called Super potato or some shit. It was actually really cool lol, they had a claw machine for random ds/psp games and just a bunch of niche but cool japanese titles that we never saw in the west. One day I'll be able to read and play them properly. After that we found a fucking kebab stand, me and the friend I was staying with went ballistic, much to the american's confusion. Also the way americans say kebab is hilarious lol. We instantly buy some wraps and devour them, although it made me sad because it didn't hit the same as home. Guess it'll never be the same. Straight after I bought takoyaki, it was a very fat day but we walked like 30,000 steps by the end of the day so it should be fine - plus im on holiday. I'm not actually the biggest fan of takoyaki btw, too fucking heavy of a food. It's like eating a small rock every ball. After that we decide to find an izakaya and wind down. We find a place with outdoor seating and a perfect 6 seats, we were expecting two more JETs. Two more americans which unfortunately bring the numbers even. When they arrived, it was lovely. We all just spoke about random shit I can't even remember and drank. It was a great night. We bonded and exchanged instagrams, the Osaka JETs loved me and I them. Before going home we went to a conbini and I bought ice cream along with this other JET who LOVES ice cream. She bought one earlier too so I thought I'd join her this time. We ate ice cream and went on our merry way home. Two of the JETs go on the same train as us so we mingled a bit more. The girls all decided to have a twilight binge together, they invited me too but damn I smelled like shit. Ain't no way I'm polluting someone else's house. Especially after she showed me how nice her little place was lol. It'd be like a hotbox but instead of weed it's dutty fuckin' pits and tbh whole body. It was hot ok and I suffer in those conditions. 35 degrees celcius and crazy humid. Also we were exhausted since we've been running on 5 hours sleep. SO WE GO HOME, shower and sleep pretty much straight away.

The next day I woke up, packed up early to meet a former coworker from the UK. He was in Japan for a couple of weeks and I promised I'd meet him, that was actually the whole reason I came to Osaka. I said goodbye to my friend and went straight to the station my friend was arriving to. Travelling around Osaka was easy, it was pretty much identical to the tube. Just with better trains (airconditioned). I reunited with my former coworker and it was great lol. It's felt good speaking to someone I've known for a pretty long time, even though realistically we've only been apartment for like just under two months lol. Not much to actually write about but we did some touristy things! Went to the aquarium, which was actually the biggest aquarium in the world when it was built in 1990. I remember reading it on wikipedia before I was here randomly. I didn't realise it was the same one till I got there and felt a hint of familiarity. After that we met up with the rest of his friends which was amusing, a total of 6 black people and me so everyone was looking at us. I couldn't stay long but I helped them find a restaurant and order, talk a small bit, exchanged instas and left for my dreaded 7 hour journey back home. My friend actually walked with me to the coach station, bless him and i almost missed it too lol. I was very panicked and annoyed, thank you D for putting up with that. I hope the rest your trip to Japan was great.

The coach journey itself was fine, this time I actually slept most of the way unlike last time. I couldn't wait to be home and when I got home I was greeted by my neighbourhood cat Pochi. I was happy.

AWAY THAT CONCLUDES THE OSAKA ARC AND IM LAZY AGAIN

love, J-sensei

[modelbus]

OKAY BUT AND HEAR ME OUT.. Tommy getting so flustered over the reader's constant flirting. Tommy finally ends up asking if this just a /j or /srs, to which they cannot believe Tommy hasn't figured out by now that they so obviously like him. Very fluffy and sweet!

YOU HAVE BEEN HEARD!!! Sorry it took so long!

Pairing: CC!Tommyinnit x gn!Reader

Flirting With a Fool

The first time you did it, it was subtle. You were too tired of waiting for the right time to confess your feelings to the blond, so you decided to let him figure it out.

So, subtlety.

Staring off with small compliments. Things that were basic, things that friends would say. But you said them just often enough to be a bit more than purely friendly.

A casual, “Oh, I like your shirt!” Paired with “Nice jacket.” But after a few weeks of complimenting him to the point you were saying something to him twice a day, you knew he just wasn’t getting it. He always stumbled at them, stuttering, but nothing else.

Obviously you had to increase your flirting skills. Where do you go when you don’t know things? That’s right, Google.

A full hour of studying the tips and tricks, the ins and outs, the lengths you could go, you were prepared.

The next time you saw him, you tried going for the slightest step up.

“Your eyes are super pretty in this light.” You had laughed, nudging him slightly.

For a moment he had just blinked at you, a light flush creeping up before he shook his head. “I’m handsome, bitch! Not pretty!”

“Come on, you definitely have pretty privilege.”

“I am a handsome man, never call me pretty again.”

“Fine! Handsome privilege!”

“I know.” Despite his egotistical words, you still saw the way his smile was all soft.

Later that same day you had managed to pull one out of your ass on quick thinking alone.

He had caught you watching him, smiling at his theatrics.

"What?! Why are you staring?!" He had exclaimed, waving his arms in the air. "Stop looking at me!"

"What?" You shrugged. "I can't help the fact you're cute."

There should be a world record for how fast someone can go red, because he definitely would've won it. And not a small subtle blush, a full face of red. He turned away quickly, and you congratulated yourself with how perfect that was.

You even flirted with him on stream where there’s a whole audience to point out that you're flirting!

“Everyone calls me the sun because I’m big and cool and awesome!” Tommy yelled.

From over the discord call, you smirk. This was just a perfect opportunity.

“And because you’re hot.” You remark, trying your best to sound nonchalant.

He sputters briefly, and you watch chat as they explode.

“I- wh- yeah! Of course! I am the biggest man and the hottest!”

Ladies and gentlemen, meet Tommyinnit. The fool who just couldn’t get a hint.

Clearly the next move was to take it even further. Google’s great advice was to have lingering touches, which had to be your next move. All you had to do was wait for the perfect opportunity!

For the next three weeks you found little ways to follow the internet's advice. When walking you'd walk close enough for your arms to brush, you always sat just a little too close, and increased the casual touches. Like touching his shoulder at a joke or leaning against him when you were being dramatic.

Seriously, you didn't understand how he wasn't catching on. While you were physically flirting, you kept up with the words. At this point Twitter had caught on faster than him!

You even held his fucking hand, and he still wasn't getting it. You were trying to get through a crowd, so you really didn't even think about it before you were grabbing his hand so you two wouldn't get separated. He went red but didn't say a single word.

It was more laughable than anything though, so you didn't mind too much. The increased flirting was starting to become fun. Still, three months took its toll. You were already starting to think that maybe you should just tell him. Technically you were already halfway there when you sent him that very clearly romantic song by Khai Dreams and told him it reminded you of him.

But, of course, Tik Tok came in with the final idea.

While you were scrolling, some video had come up of a girl giving advice on how to be obvious while flirting. Your dedication had leaked into your for you page, that's how bad the past three months had been. The girl had said to talk about the idea of dating, what the other person would look for in a relationship.

And you were going to do just that. With a carefully crafted plan of questions, you struck him post-stream.

Relaxing in his flat after a stream of his you were there for, the list crossed your mind. The stream was the perfect excuse to ask the questions you had planned.

"I saw someone in chat say they met their girlfriend because of a TommyInnit stream." You laugh, pretending to browse through Twitter.

"How the fuck does someone get a girlfriend off my stream?! I should be getting all the bitches!" He cries in mock-outrage, throwing his hands up.

"Maybe you're too picky with your bitches." Act casual. Act casual. Act so fucking casual. "What are you looking for in a girlfriend anyways?"

That was the least casual thing you've ever said.

"Uh." He chokes. "Well. I dunno."

You were too dedicated to stop now.

"Really? All the talk of getting bitches and you don't know what your perfect partner would be?"

"What, and you do?!" Tommy had played directly into your trap.

"Well, yeah. I figured everyone did. Like, I'd want to date someone funny, tall but not too tall. Around six feet would be best. British, obviously." Time to start listing his attributes. "Blue eyes are the best in a guy though."

"Are you- wait. Sorry. Are you flirting with me?" He sounds so confused, but all you feel is relief.

Finally! After all this time, all the days, he's finally gotten it! It was a bit sad that this was where he finally got it though.

"Finally." You voice, watching his eyes widen. "Only took me describing you for you to realize!"

"Wha- like, as a joke?"

If you weren't so dumbstruck by how dumb he was, you'd facepalm. Like, actually facepalm. But as it is, you can only stare at him.

"As a joke?" He repeats. "Or, like, for real?"

As gently as you can, without laughing, you say, "I've been flirting with you for real. For three months."

As his mouth opens and closes like a goldfish, you finally just start laughing. After a second he joins in.

"I was really blind for three months?!" He exclaims.

"Yes! Twitter caught on before you! Twitter!"

"I'm so- I'm so fucking stupid! Why wouldn't you just tell me?!"

At this point, you couldn't even remember. "I don't know!"

When you both stop laughing at how stupid this all was, he gives you a tentative smile.

"So, like, you actually like me? Like like me?"

"What are we? Thirteen? Yes, Tommy."

"I had to make sure!" He protests. "But I, uh, I like you too."

Oh.

After three months of flirting, you hadn't actually thought about him liking you back. The game of trying to find more ways to flirt had kept your mind off the anxiety of his answer. Now that he's given you one, you aren't quite sure how to respond.

Luckily, to make up for his previous stupidity, he does.

"So, can I kiss you?"

The only answer he needs is your smile.

[sophierequests]

Hello! Can I request a fic inspired by dove cameron’s song “boyfriend” with either zoya/genya/nina at the little palace ? Who ever you see fits the trope more. Thank you!

the universe must have divined this

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Pairing: Zoya Nazyalenksy x f!Reader

A/N: This is such a Zoya song, so I just had to pick her lmao. Also, how many ballroom fics can I write without it becoming obnoxious?

Summary: Zoya thinks the reader should dump her boyfriend.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: alcohol, creepy men

I can't believe we're finally alone

I can't believe I almost went home

What are the chances? Everyone's dancing

And he's not with you

Zoya’s eyes darted around the room, as the classical music rang in her ears. The entire ballroom was filled to the brim with people, but when she spotted you, her heart picked up its pace. The dress you wore clung tightly to your body, accentuating your form in ways your kefta never could. She swallowed thickly, as she watched you converse with the other attendees of the ball, whilst occasionally glancing around in the crowd around you.

She frowned, knowing the look on your face all too well. You were looking for the man you were currently seeing - a massive dick, for that matter. Zoya didn’t know what you even saw in him. You could’ve done way better, she knew it. You could’ve been with her. But she wasn’t allowed to have these feelings. You were obviously interested in somebody else, so her chances were close to zero. However, you didn’t really make it easy for her.

At first, she considered leaving, knowing that she wouldn’t get any real chances to make a move on you. But when the friends you were currently with opted out to join the masses on the dance floor, you were left alone, still waiting for a man that wouldn’t show. Now it was her turn.

“What’s a lovely lady like you doing down here all alone?” she asked lowly, as she came up behind you, touching your shoulder slightly.

“Zoya!” you beamed, your lips curling up contently, “I thought you didn’t want to come?”

“I reconsidered that choice. Especially since I wanted to appreciate all the stunning outfits.” she smirked, her eyes travelling up and down your figure.

You felt a heavy blush creep on your warming cheeks, as you spotted the flirty expression on her face, the alcohol that already flowed through your veins didn’t help your response to her flattery. In an attempt to calm yourself down, you tried to look around the room again, only sparsely meeting her gaze.

“Your boyfriend isn’t here, I suppose?”

“He agreed to go with me, but I haven’t seen him yet.” you murmured, obviously disappointed in his actions.

“Do you want to step outside a bit? Get some fresh air?” Zoya asked, leaning a bit closer to you.

The sudden closeness made your breath hitch, but as much as you hated to admit it, you were completely putty in her hands, willing to do her bidding.

“Yes.” you breathed out quickly, following her outside to the gardens.

Most of the other party-goers didn’t seem to have figured out the cooling atmosphere that the gardens held, leaving it almost desolate. The two of you were completely alone.

She could feel the tension buzzing between you every time you touched, and it drove both of you mad. You didn’t dare to make a move, still holding on to your damned faithfulness for a man, that didn’t put in any effort.

The universe must have divined this

What am I gonna do

Not grab your wrist?

You were pulled out of your thoughts when her hand met your arm again. Her touches usually didn't last this long. They rather disappeared as soon as they appeared, but this time it almost seemed as if she tried holding onto you for dear life. You get the warmth emitting from her hands, almost burning your skin.

"Is everything alright? You seem a bit out of it."

"I'm…fine. I'm just a bit dizzy."

"Should I take my hand off-"

“No, don’t. It’s alright.” you interjected, leaning a bit more into her touch.

This interaction pushed Zoya over the edge. She was going to make a move.

“Y/n, I think we should-”

But before she could finish what she intended to say, a more than tipsy man staggered over to you. Serge - the man you had been seeing for a while now - clung onto your waist, placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek. His sudden presence caused Zoya to quickly remove her hand, admittedly begrudgingly. When she saw him whispering something in your ear, she was close to just throwing him across the gardens. She had the urge to gag at your proximity to that creep, slightly overtaken by the other urge to throw him across the lawn.

“Come on, doll, let’s dance.” he slurred, dragging you back towards the ballroom whilst clutching your waist.

Before he could pull you away, Zoya grabbed your wrist almost desperately.

“I’ll stay close.” she began, eying Serge intently, “Just in case you need me.”

You could only nod, before being hauled towards the dance floor.

I could be a better boyfriend than him

I could do the shit that he never did

Up all night, I won't quit

Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him

I could be such a gentleman

Plus all my clothes would fit

Even though she hated having to watch you dance - or rather stumble - with that man, she couldn’t help but watch you. Shamefully, she had to admit that she had often imagined being the person you dance with. The person that held on to your waist, the person that spun you across the room, and the person that kissed your neck without having to fear judgement.

But the only thing that she was able to do was to stare.

“You need to stop ogling at her, or you might end up embarrassing yourself.” Zoya’s head whipped around, looking at the woman that had come up behind her.

Genya was dressed as elegantly as ever, her red curls neatly put up in a braided bun. She smiled at her, putting a hand on her shoulder, whilst also trying to catch a glimpse of you.

Zoya, however, had already averted her eyes, caught off guard by her friend’s sudden appearance. Everybody seemed to know about the obvious tension between the two of you, but only Genya would dare to say anything.

“I don’t think she’s necessarily enjoying herself.” Zoya grumbled as she tried her best to not meet her gaze.

“I would have to agree with you.” she mused, a cocky grin flashing across her lips, “But who would? If I was dancing with that brute, I wouldn’t really be elated either.”

“I would’ve been the better choice.” she huffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“Then maybe you should make a move.”

“Maybe I should.”

With that, Zoya was shuffling through the crowd towards where you were currently standing, giving the drunkard in front of you a displeased glare as his slurred conversation assaulted your ears. When she finally was close enough to see what was going on, she halted for a second. You looked absolutely furious, a huge wine stain on the front of your dress, whilst your partner didn’t even seem to care about any of that.

Without any hesitation, you picked up the glass on the table next to you and emptied it over his head. The people around you gasped, but you couldn’t care less about what they were thinking.

“You know what? Go fucking sober up and quit acting like an asshole. I’m done. No, we are done.” you spat, turning on your heels, and leaving the hall.

Zoya followed you immediately, not wasting another glance at whatever mess was going on there. It was difficult keeping up with you. Even though you wore heels, you were still faster than she had expected. It didn’t help that wherever she went, she got bumped into by the other guests.

“Y/N, where are you going?” she called out, as she saw you step outside again, “It’s freezing, and your dress is soaked, you’re going to get sick.”

“I don’t care.” you thundered, your back still turned towards her, as you quickly descended the stairs.

“Wait,” she caught up to you, shrugging off her coat and holding it out for you, “Here take this.”

You didn’t respond, the cold wind biting at the spot where the wet fabric met your skin, but you knew Zoya wouldn’t give up.

“Saints, can you stop being so damn stubborn for once?” she rasped, moving closer to drape the coat over your shoulders.

“And you’re not?” you shot back, begrudgingly letting her hover around you.

“What are you insinuating?”

“I’m aware of your feelings towards me. Why did you never tell me?”

This time, Zoya was rendered speechless. She wasn’t the most subtle person when it came to being in love, easily being overtaken by jealousy and awkwardness, but she didn’t think that she had been this obvious.

“Didn’t think you’d appreciate me crushing on you, whilst dating that di- man.”

“Well, it would’ve actually been appreciated. Since the feeling is mutual, after all.” you breathed out, suddenly very aware of the tense proximity between the two of you.

She didn’t hesitate, pulling you in by your waist to press her lips against yours. Your arms found their way around her neck, begging her to come closer, to give you more of her. When you pulled away, a soft whimper escaped your lips, and you could see the bold smirk that had formed on her lips.

I don't need to tell you twice

All the ways he can't suffice

If I could give you some advice

I would leave with me tonight

“He’s an asshole.” she stated smugly, while she continued to stare at you, her eyes flicking from your eyes to your lips.

“Tell me about it.” you giggled, your breath fanning her face lightly.

“I’d suggest we leave this place.” she whispered, “Before I have to get you out of his grasp again.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” you agreed, letting her pull you towards the door, her hold on you definitely softer than Serge’s.

“We do have something to talk about after all.”

“In private preferably.” you retorted sheepishly, reaching the door that led out of the garden, “After you.”

“Oh, Ladies first, baby, I insist.”

[sleepingstarrynightz]

how about a Blaise/Théo ficlet where they go birthday gift- hunting? 😊

This idea is so cute :) thank you for sending it in, i hope you like it.

These were just random conversations and gift ideas.

also, I'm sorry if this took forever, I had zero motivation.

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Most of your friends could agree that you were not an easy person to shop for, mostly because you continuously changed your mind, and you never really knew what you wanted.

This year though, your friends had gotten creative, well mostly. Pansy, the twins, Harry, Hermione, Luna, had all gotten you something cute and even after Theo and Blaise had begged them for ideas, they had gotten tired of all the vague answers. "Just think of something meaningful between you guys." or "If you can't find anything just do something basic." None of these were helpful so the search went on.

It had been 3 hours since they had begun searching for something cool and yes, they did get distracted buying food and drinks for themselves. Blaise was still browsing the clothes, mainly for himself while Theo touched random objects nearest to him. "Let's just get flowers and a card." Theo said.

"y/n would never do something so boring. Be better." Blaise snapped, holding up two shirts. "These are nice no?"

"Yeah, but I doubt it's in the same taste."

"It's for me."

"Blaise! Pay attention please."

"You're not even doing anything."

"Whatever, I'm going to the shop next door. I'll meet you when I'm done."

So he did, the store was large and had all sorts of things clothes, books, treats, jewelry etc.

Theo went through every section carefully, it wasn't that he didn't know you well, in fact both Blaise and him did, they were your closest friends but you didn't like your birthday all that much and they had to think about little things that you'd care the most about. Anything to make it special but not too grand.

Theo's eyes landed on the section with many decorative boxes, with keys and locks and mirrors and gold and silver and pretty ribbons, all different sizes and he finally had the perfect idea as his eyes moved to the expensive jewelry. You didn't care much for money, neither did he, which meant he'd spend it however he wanted and for you he'd only get the best.

Blaise joined him just as they finished packaging his gift and he held a bag up to show him he had also gotten something. They both danced in victory before composing themselves as a lady stared at them. "What did you get?" Blaise asked.

"What did you get?" Theo asked with attitude pulling his bags further away from Blaise.

He only rolled his eyes. "I asked first."

"So? Just tell me."

"This is why I hate you." He muttered.

"Don't lie, everyone knows you'd kiss me if you could." Theo smirked.

Blaise kept a stoic expression. "I'd kiss Draco before I kissed you." He shrugged.

"Why not me?" Theo gasped.

Blaise once again rolled his eyes. "We are getting off topic! I'll just show you." He said reaching in the bag, slowing his steps.

Theo smiled. "Y/n is going to love that! Wait is that-" He said inspecting it further.

"Yeah." Blaise smirked.

"Why?"

"Because it's meaningful." He said putting them back in the bag.

Theo gave him a serious expression. "It's you on some socks."

"I'll get you a pair for your birthday if you're so jealous about it." Blaise smiled.

"I do not- okay fine yeah I want them." Theo shrugged.

"She loves socks, and she loves me!"

Theo had gotten you decorative boxes with locks and mirrors and hidden compartments and inside smaller boxes with jewelry inside. Rings that matched your favorite of his and necklaces that matched perfectly with his own.

Blaise also got you a fancy ass jacket you had been raving about for months. It was extravagant yet matched all your favorite outfits. You first had noticed it because of Blaise.

It was safe to say that those were your favorite gifts especially Blaise socks.

"You really would! I love these!" You laughed as you watched them.

Theo mumbled something about how his was more meaningful and you laughed to yourself. This was the happiest you had been to receive gifts in a long time.

[whimsicallyreading]

For Rowaelin Month day 17

 “A sick day”

CW- PTSD, mentions of violence

Aelin considered herself a fortunate person.

She has survived genocide, her family's murders, losing loved ones, slavery, torture, and the Great War. Now she is a queen, a mother, a beloved Mate.

Her life had changed since those bleak days where she'd wondered if she would ever escape captivity—the days when Aelin didn't know if she would ever be free or find love again. Every morning she woke up curled into Rowan's side, and while she drank her morning tea, Aelin could count on her young daughter snuggling into her lap.

Yes, she was swamped most days, but that was normal for a queen. But even the moments between boring meetings brimmed with life and laughter. Rowan's hand on her thigh beneath the table. Fenrys' theatrics when conversation spiraled off-topic. And even the hardened lords thought it was hilarious when their three-year-old princess barged into councils and demanded her mother's attention.

Her family gathered for dinners at the end of every day. Aelin's little family, Fenrys, Emrys, and Malakai were the regular attendees. Aedion, Lysandra, Elide, and Lorcan joined when they were present. It was a time reserved for family only, and it was by far Aelin's favorite part of the day.

Aelin had a good life now. Her family was growing, and her country thrived beneath her rule.

So it always took her by surprise when a bad day came.

She had woken up fine. Delly had slammed open the chamber door with a gust of wind and squirmed herself between her and Rowan in the early morning. Usually, Aelin treasured the moments when her daughter joined them, but being pregnant again had taken a toll on her sleep.

Rowan tried to stop their child before she entirely collapsed onto Aelin but was a moment too slow. Delly flopped onto her mother's chest in a disarray of wrinkled nightgown and golden curls. Soft sobs were sputtering out of the tiny figure.

I'm sorry. Rowan whispered into her thoughts. He knew how hard pregnancy was on her and took his mate's comfort very seriously. It troubled him that their toddling daughter woke Aelin so abruptly.

Aelin blinks the sleep from her eyes and sends him a happy smile to assure him everything is fine.

"What's wrong, Dell?" Aelin soothes a hand up her baby's quaking form.

Adelia sniffles harder, unable to talk through the tears. She'd started to have bad dreams in recent weeks, but never had she been so inconsolable.

Aelin shifts as Adelia's arms tighten uncomfortably around her bump. Rowan sees her discomfort and reaches around to pull Dell to him instead, but it is met with resistance.

"No," Adelia finally wails. "Mama. I want Mama."

Rowan frowns. Adelia was a daddy's girl to the bone, and this was the first time she'd ever refused to go to him. Their daughter squeezes harder and burrows her face into Aelin's torso.

"Dell," Rowan leans next to her and whispers, a cool breeze brushing against her flushed cheek. "What's wrong little love?"

Adelia lifts her head, and Aelin's heart contracts painfully. Her cheeks are red and swollen from the intensity of her crying, little sobs still stumbling from her chest as Rowan settles her down enough to speak.

"Mama was gone. She was hurt, and she couldn't see me." Dell sniffles, her green eyes glassy. "Can you see me, Mama?"

Aelin tugs her daughter in closer, unable to stand the sight of her so sad. "Yes, of course, I can. I'm right here."

"You were in a box. She wouldn't let me see you," Adelia whimpers in a small voice. "She told me she was gonna keep you. I don't want you to go, Mama."

Aelin's face blanches. It wasn't possible. Her little baby couldn't possibly have seen what was coming to her mind. She looks at Rowan, and his face is pinched with worry.

"It's not real, Dell." Rowan uses a thumb to wipe the tears off her cheek.

Adelia flinches. "Uncle Ress told me it was. He told me Mama had got stollen and put into a box by the bad lady and that she should have stayed there."

Aelin's heart stops. Nausea crawls up her throat, and Rowan tugs Adelia away just in time for her to crawl out of bed and gag into a potted plant. The sickness grips Aelin, the shudders in her arms only growing worse with her daughter's mumbled cries.

"Daddy, I want Mama to stay here." Rowan hushes her and murmurs quiet reassurances. "Don't let her get stollen."

Ress had said that? In front of her daughter? Aelin tries to close her eyes against the visions creeping into her mind. The places her scars used to be ache, and her hands pulse with the remembered pain of reconstruction.

The baby in her womb squirms under its mother's stress, and Aelin throws up again.

She should have stayed there.

Cairn brings the hammer down onto her frail knees, the ringing of cracking bone splits the air.

She should have stayed there.

Aelin opens her eyes to endless darkness. Sweet smoke wafts through invisible holes and sends her to sleep- leaving her mind vulnerable to Maeve's manipulations.

She should have stayed there.

More and more memories swarm behind her eyelids until a pair of grounding arms wrap around her shoulders.

"Fireheart, you are home. You are safe. Can you breathe with me?" Rowan sighs loudly behind her shoulder, and Aelin tries to force her own breath out.

Breathing in is harder, but Rowan's scent fills her nose and loosens the binds on her lungs. Soon, Aelin is doing the exercises independently, and Rowan nuzzles his face into her neck. His hands snake under her bump and lift some of the pressure, easing more of her tension.

"There you are," Rowan kisses her cheek as Aelin comes back around. "Are you okay?"

Aelin shakes her head and sinks into his arms. "Can you take me back to bed?"

Her legs feel like jelly, and her stomach is weak from turning. Rowan lifts her with ease. His arms are warm, and he murmurs sweet nothings into her ear as he carries his mate back to their bed.

"Adelia?" Aelin looks around for their daughter.

Rowan pulls back the duvet and reveals the sleepy from nestled right into the middle of the pillows. "She fell back asleep quickly."

"I can't believe Ress told her those things," Aelin can feel a tear slipping down her face. Ress had never forgiven her for her days as Celaena. Darrow had grown to accept her, but Ress never warmed up to having Aelin as his queen despite her efforts.

She hadn't realized the extent his hatred went.

Rowan scowls as he lays Aelin down next to their daughter. "Ress is young and foolish. I have forgiven a lot of his hostility and ignored most of his juvenile antics, but Aelin, I can't forgive this."

"He should never have said those things to Dell." Ress's words linger in her head. She tried to do right by her title and live up to her parent's legacy. Aelin took a lot of pride in listening to the demands of her people and tending to their problems personally. But the odds of Ress being the only one to feel this way are slim. Did they wish she'd never returned? Was she arrogant to take the crown just because it was her inheritance? She'd never had the formal training as ruler and relied a lot on Rowan to help manage foreign affairs. Despite the loss of her fire, many still feared her and considered her a murderer. No matter how hard she tried, Aelin's history as Adarlan's Assassin proceeded her.

Tears burn Aelin's eyes, and Rowan's scowl deepens. "He should have never spoken of you like that at all."

Aelin shakes her head, "It's his right to think what he wants. Maybe he has a point."

"No." Rowan growls, and Dell flinches in her sleep. Taking a deep breath, Rowan softens his voice. "He's wrong, Aelin. Ress was wrong to scare Dell, and he has no right to demean everything you've sacrificed. You've suffered for your people."

"I closed the lock because I had to Rowan," Aelin argues. "That doesn't automatically make me a good queen. What if I'm failing?"

Rowan pulls their duvet up to Aelin's chin, and Dell instinctively snuggles to her mother's side. Her daughter was a leach for warmth, and Aelin could feel her remaining flames writhing in her veins agitated.

"You are a wonderful ruler, Fireheart." Rowan bends down and kisses her lips reverently. "I've met my fair share of emperors, kings, and queens. None of them have given up so much to better the lives of their people. They care for you in return."

Rowan steps away from the bed, and Aelin makes a displeased noise. "Where are you going so early in the morning."

"I'm awake now. I feel like a flight through Oakwald. Go to sleep, and when you wake up, I'll bring my females breakfast," Rowan pulls on a plain white tunic. "Sleep, love. You both need your rest."

Rowan can read her too well. Aelin can feel her eyes drooping despite how much she wants to deny it. "Very well, but there better be tea and pastries."

As Aelin drifts back to sleep, she swears that a mischievous smile passes across her mate's face.

~~~

"Aelin," Maeve twirls a lock of blonde hair in her fingers. "Where are the keys?"

Cairn twists the blade in her thigh again, and Aelin screams, "screw yourself."

Aelin writhes beneath the pain and the dark queen's gaze. Her torturer goes to twist the blade again, but Maeve holds up a hand. "Wait. There is a smarter way to go about this."

"I won't tell you anything," Aelin gasps, the blood seeping from her thigh pools onto the table. "There is nothing you can do."

"Not even to spare the princess?" Maeve smiles as the cell door opens. Connall walks into the room, a squirming girl in his arms.

"Let me go," the girl screams, and the air in the room turns frigid. Her blonde hair whips around as she twists and fights. The little girl's head turns, and she freezes when she catches sight of Aelin. "Mama?"

"Adelia?" Aelin asks, confused. "You can't be here. You aren't supposed to be here." With renewed energy, Aelin thrashes against her bonds and bares her teeth at Maeve.

Maeve takes Adelia from Connall and strokes her hair. "Such a pretty one."

"This isn't real," Aelin hisses. "I wasn't pregnant when you took me. Adelia was born in Terresan."

Maeve hums a sympathetic note, "It seems you're confused." Aelin fights as the dark queen sits with a frozen Adelia in her lap. "Begin again, Cairn."

A hot iron is lain against Aelin's neck, and Adelia's screams rattle the stone chamber.

~~~

Aelin wakes with a gasp. Her chest is seizing in uncontrollable fits, and little hands cup the sides of her face.

"Mama?" Adelia's concerned face hovers over Aelin's. "Why are you crying?"

Relief washes over her at the sight of her daughter, safe and sound. She tries to take deeper breaths, but her body fights against her. The baby in her womb squirms uncomfortably. Aelin feels guilt that they are so subject to her moods. She tries to open her mouth to speak, consol her frightened daughter, but Aelin can't get any words out.

"Daddy!" Dell screams, frightened tears gathering in the corner of her eyes.

Rowan bursts through the door, "Dell?"

Adelia sniffles and kisses Aelin's face sadly, "Daddy, what's wrong with Mama?"

Aelin grabs at her chest, trying to ease the tightness there. She was scaring her daughter. What kind of mother would do that? Rowan sits beside her, and a cool wind goes up her nose and fills her lungs.

"Fireheart," Rowan lifts Adelia and sits beside her. "Is this a sick day?"

It was the code they'd come up with for the days when the past came back to haunt them. When the turmoil in their mind forces their bodies to rebel, and they can't seem to put on their usual facades. It used to shame Aelin, the days she couldn't rise from bed and do her duty. But her mate's unwavering love soon cracked that lie and eased her burden. Rowan had convincing arguments. Aelin's people needed their queen at her best, and on sick days, she wasn't able to give that to them. Their court was strong. They wouldn't allow Terresan to fall while she recovered. Aelin deserved time to heal.

Rowan must have been able to tell that she wouldn't be able to settle herself this time as his winds continued their push and pull in her chest. "Yes," she rasps dejectedly.

Dell buries her face into Rowan's shoulder. Her mate rests a hand on the side of her face and soothes her cheek. "To whatever end, Aelin. We will get through this just as we do everything else."

Rowan kisses the side of Dell's face. "Little love, do you think you can go to the kitchens and have someone bring Mama tea?"

That fae instinct to fuss rears its head in their child. Adelia perks up at the opportunity to do something useful. "Yes!"

Rowan sets her on the floor, and she takes off in a blur of untamed hair and swishing skirts. They wince as a gust of wind slams the doors of their chambers against the wall.

"She's a handful," Rowan talks, aware of the soothing effect his voice has on her. "But we always knew our children would be. I can't wait to see what kind of chaos our son brings into our lives."

Aelin wraps her arms around him as the remnants of her dreams finally fade away. "You think it's a boy?"

"I know so," Rowan pinches her side, and Aelin smiles. He'd also been confident that their first child would be a girl. His smugness after Adelia's birth was unbearable.

"Rowan," Aelin whispers. "Can we just lay here today?"

"I could never deny you anything," Rowan leans against their headboard and kicks off his shoes. "You don't need to ask, Aelin. It's okay to take time for yourself."

"What if I'm just proving Ress right?" The insecurity slips from her lips before she can stop them. "What if there is someone more capable?"

"Ress won't be a problem anymore," Rowan rests a hand against her bump, and the baby withing kicks at it, bringing a smile to his face.

Aelin narrows her eyes, "What have you done?"

"Nothing that anyone will blame me for," Rowan assures. "He would be in a lot more trouble if the rest of the court learned what he said in front of Dell. Ress should be grateful I didn't do a lot worse."

Aelin sighs, "I don't understand why I can't just let it all go. Why do I allow myself to be so haunted?"

"It's not that simple," Rowan shakes his head. "I'm hundreds of years old, and no matter how many years pass, there are things from my past that haven't healed. The mind is different from the body, and sometimes it takes longer for it to recover. There is nothing wrong with that. You gave up everything for the people you loved."

"Because I had to," Aelin contradicts.

A hardness comes over Rowan, "because no one else could."

Rowan rolls over her body into a plank and looks deep into her eyes. "No one else that day would have made the same sacrifices out of love. Not even me. I was too selfish to let you go. You gave up everything, and by the strength in your soul, you came home to me. In all my decades, I have never met someone so remarkable, and I never will again. Take as many years as you need to recover, Aelin. This world owes a debt to you, and I will make sure it pays. You deserve every happiness."

His hand threads through one of hers and drags it up to rest on the bump between them.

Happiness.

Dell darts back into their room, a cup of tea sloshing in her hands as she runs. "Daddy, I put extra sugar in it. Uncle Fen is coming with more cups, but I made this one special."

Rowan pulls away from her, and the laughter on his face is contagious.  

Aelin smiles and accepts the tea from Dell's hands. She even manages a few sips without cringing from the sweetness. Fenrys follows behind her shortly and sets a fresh cup covertly on her bedside table.

There may be hard days, Aelin realizes as her family gathers around her, but the love they showed her every day made it all worth it.

[peakyscillian]

Scars to your beautiful | Cillian x fem!reader |

Summary: Cillian and Y/N attend a film premiere, Y/N is feeling all kinds of insecure. Warnings: Angst, language, arguing. scar reference but nothing graphic or new. Request: @being-worthy A/N: I hope this is ok!

Scars to your beautiful

Lights flashing, people shouting, Cillian had his hand linked tightly with yours, the dress you had been sent was drawing unwanted attention to your body and you could see all the actresses and wives of actors up ahead, posing for the cameras. Cillian was being called left and right for the press, you stood off to the side letting him have his moment in front of the cameras, then his publicist was next to you, leaning close to your ear "Go have a few pictures with him y/n" he smiled, you shook your head shyly. "You look fantasic should show it off" he added after your refusal, you gave him the smallest smile but refused again. Cillian was back by your side, his hand back in yours as you made your way up the carpet to the cinema "wish you would of had a few pictures with me" he commented, you felt your heart sink. "I was just letting you have your moment Cill" you smiled, as he held the door for you, dropping a kiss to your cheek .

The film had been amazing, you were thankful for the dimly lit cinema, you and Cillian had been at the after party for around twenty minutes, he'd gone to the bar leaving you at a table, you could see him laughing and joking with a beautiful co-star, her hand on his arm. You didn't blame either of them Cillian was the most handsome man in the room and she was just stunning, you were surely the most out of place person here, always unsure why Cillian wanted to be with you. Cillian caught your eyes, waving you over, his co-star turned as well a welcoming smile on her face, you shook your head, holding up a finger to signal you'd be back, heading for the toilets. No way could you stand there near her and not feel like you wanted the room to swallow you whole. Standing next to her would only make Cillian realise what a mistake he had made, bringing you, hell even being with you in the first place. *** Cillian excused himself from talking to a few of his co-stars, you had headed to the bathroom a while ago and he was worried you'd been so quiet all evening, fidgetting with the beautiful dress that suited you so well. He knew how insecure you could be, how you were sure he had made a mistake asking you to marry him. He knew it wasn't your fault that you felt this way, he had seen so many negative things destroy the confidence of his sisters he wasn't immune to it. He had seen the scars on your thighs, the marks of your past pain and he just wanted to take everything away, but nights like tonight you pushed and pushed until he was so far away from you, you couldn't hear him. He waited outside the ladies bathrooms, pulling his phone out to send you a message, his patience wearing thinner by the minute, he wasn't one to argue especially not with you, but right now he was getting frustrated, he just wanted you to see how beautiful you were to him and nearly everyone you met. You finally appeared he could see the red puffiness of your eyes, the stained make up on your cheeks, he downed his beer placing the glass on the window ledge behind him. "Hey, hey whats wrong?" concern flooded his body as he held you by your elbows. "I jus-just want to go home Cill" you hiccuped, he bit at his lip, he wanted you here, he had finally persauded you to come along to a premiere and now the night was just getting started and you wanted to leave. He took in a sharp breath "I can call Clive to come get you?" he asked, you nodded "Are you coming?" you questioned, he shook his head. "Y/N it's a big premiere night everyone is here, Enda has asked me to make a speech, he's my closest friend I can't just disappear" he was trying his hardest to keep his cool. You stood on tiptoes to kiss him quickly "It's fine Cillian, enjoy your night I'll see you at home" you went to walk away to wait out by the entrance for his driver. "No, dont you dare make me feel guilty, I was so damn excited to have you here with me tonight, so happy that you agreed to come, then we get here and you dont want pictures, you dont want to talk to my castmates, you hide in the toilets, what more can I do?" he was frustrated you knew that but you couldn't help it.

"I feel like shit ok? I saw you with that women, in the red dress looking like a fucking model, I'll leave you too it yeah?" you pulled your hand from his grasp. "She's my co-star, she was asking to meet you because I never shut up talking about you and you were so rude, now I've got to go back in there and explain you've left because you're jealous?" he was baffled, he didn't know what else he could do "I'm not jealous Cillian, you can fucking have her for all I care" you took off, heels clicking across the marble floor, not looking back at him.

*** You were under the duvet, having got home stripped from the dress leaving it in a pile on the floor of the walk-in wardrobe, heels discarded down stairs, you'd took the make-up off and bundled your hair into a bun before crawling under the covers. You felt so awful leaving Cillian the way you had, but you needed to get out of the party, you didn't belong in his perfect life. You had made your decision, you needed to leave you needed to let Cillian be happy with someone who deserved him.

There was always a bag packed at the back of your side of the wardrobe, waiting for the moment you would need it, you got out from the covers, padding across to the wardrobe, stepping over the dress heading for the bag.

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You were making your way down the stairs when you heard the front door close, you froze heart pounding. Cillian appeared at the bottom of the staircase, brows knitted together. "What..where are you going?" his eyes fell to the bag in your hand. "I don't deserve you, I shouldn't be with you" you were biting at your lip. Cillian shrugged off his coat, dropping his keys into the dish, taking the steps two at a time to reach you. "I'm sorry okay? I didn't mean to get mad, I just wish you would see how beautiful you are to me, how much I adore you, you're beautiful y/n, so beautiful and I'll spend everyday telling you that, please, please stay" he was pleading, down on his knee's on the step below you. You allowed him to take the bag from your hands, to lead you up the stairs, help you undress and redress into your lounge clothes, tucking you into the bed, promising to be right back after locking up the downstairs, you hadn't said a word. You were overwhelmed, by this man and his love for you, you were still certain you didn't deserve him.

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[midnightstar-90]

Live Laugh Love ~ Pilot

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Georgie Cooper x Reader

Summary: 9-year-old Sheldon Cooper learns that having a brilliant mind doesn't always help growing up in Texas.

Warning: None

A/N: I wrote 2,587 words! I loved being able to bring my creations to life. I hope to do more in the future.

Y/N and Georgie are in Georgie's room when Mary calls the two teens down for dinner. They head down the stairs and into the kitchen. As they sit down in their chairs, right next to each other, they hear Mary yells towards the garage, "Shelly, dinner's ready!" Mary starts serving the table as we wait for Sheldon. George yells out to Sheldon after a couple of minutes, "Sheldon! Don't make me come in there!" Y/N and Georgie sit there engaging in a hushed conversation about the movie they watched together earlier that week. Missy soon gets tired of waiting for Sheldon, and yells to Sheldon, "Sheldon, if you don't get in here, I'm gonna lick your toothbrush while you're sleeping!" Sheldon quickly responds with, "Coming" before rushing into the house to eat.

Sheldon enters the house, and he quickly sits down with the rest of his family, who are all sitting around the table. George waits for the boy to sit down before saying, "What the hell were you doing in there?" Mary calls George's name with a calm yet angry voice. George notices and responds with, "What?" Mary gets onto George for his language. "What language?" George asks Mary before turning to Sheldon, "So?" "I was having fun with dimensional kinematics", Sheldon says responding to his father. Hearing this, Y/N and Georgie look at each other and roll their eyes.

"Just at admit it, he's adopted," Georgie says to his parents after turning his attention away from his food. Sheldon turns to Georgie and says, "How could I be adopted when I have a twin sister? Think monkey, Think." Y/N chuckles at Sheldon's insult towards Georgie. Georgie gives Y/N a glare. Mary breaks the fight between the boys by telling them that no one was adopted, but Y/N. Mary realizes what she says and sadly looks at Y/N. Y/N just shrugs and goes back to listening to the people she called family. Y/N was sad about the reminder of the situation that occurred when 11 years ago but didn't let the comment affect her.

"I wish I was.", Missy comments under her breath. "That can still be arranged.", Mary tells Missy before telling the family that it is time to pray. George expresses his irritation with a groan, causing Mary to give George a very stern look. Right before the family starts to pray, Sheldon puts on a pair of mittens. George groans again which makes Y/N chuckle. "Leave him be," Mary says defending her youngest son. George argues, "He can hold hands with his family, it won't kill him."  "We don't know that." Sheldon says before looking at Georgie and asks, "Did you wash your hands before dinner?" "Shut up," says Georgie defensively. Y/N finally speaks up, "Hey, I have to hold his hand to pray every night, whether his hands are washed or not." Georgie glares at Y/N again, and Y/N and Missy laugh and high-five each other under the table. "I hold his hand Y/N, hence the mittens." Y/N playfully rolls her eyes at the comment. The family holds their hands together and prays.

After prayer, Sheldon takes off his mittens and starts eating with the family. Mary asked everyone at the table if they were excited to start school on Monday. Sheldon is the first to respond with an "I am". Missy then responds to Mary's question with an "I guess so". Y/N is third to respond with, "I guess. The only thing I like is hanging out with Georgie and the fact that I am in Art this year". Ever since Y/N moved into Cooper's household, Mary noticed that the one thing Y/N loved more than hanging out with Georgie was how creative she was. At church, Y/N would sing like angel. When Y/N thought Mary wasn't looking she would dance her heart out. Y/N also had a sketchbook full of really cool art and a notebook full of wonderful poems and stories. Mary knew Y/N was gonna have a successful life, and she hoped and prayed that Georgie wouldn't mess it up for her.

Georgie was not happy about starting school. "How can I be excited when he's gonna be there?!" Georgie complains. Sheldon boasts, "Don't worry, I won't be in the ninth grade for very long". George tries to help Georgie by saying, "Never mind him, you and Y/N just focus on your practice". Georgie is on the football team and Y/N is on the cheer squad. "How am I supposed to do that when he's in the same grade as me?" "Just ignore him. At least you'll have me there, except for 5th period. I have art" Y/N reassures her best friend.

"All I know is he's not in the same grade as me anymore, and I am thrilled," Missy says before getting a kick in the leg and glare from Y/N. Sheldon sarcastically says, "Good luck with your finger painting."Missy responds with, "You're gonna get your ass kicked in high school". Mary yells at Missy about her language. Sheldon says, "I'm not going to be assaulted- high school is a haven for higher learning". Y/N and George both respond with a quiet, "oh, dear God".

"Speaking of God, who's going to church with me tomorrow?" Mary asked. George says he can't make it because he has to meet with the other coaches. Mary asks if they could meet after church which George responds with a, "no, we can not meet after church". There is an awkward pause before Mary asks Georgie. Georgie tells his mother, "I have to study my playbook." before looking to his father for approval. George nods at his son, while Y/N looks down at her food with a sad expression, wishing that Georgie would have gone with them. "I have to practice my cheer performance, but I can do that after church. It would be nice to go back," Y/N tells her godmother, which puts a big smile on Mary's face and a frown on Georgie's. Sheldon also decides to go with Mary. Y/N's face grew a wide smile hearing that Sheldon was going. "Oh! Cheer practice can wait! Sheldon at church will be more fun than any cheer performance! I can just see it now. Sheldon and science versus Pastor Jeff and God." Y/N jokingly says while laughing. Missy brings the conversation back to Sheldon by asking why he's going to church when he doesn't even like church. "No, but I believe in mom," Sheldon said putting a big smile on Mary's face.

When Mary asked Missy if she was going, Missy tried to get out of it, but as I said she tried. "Son of a bitch.", Missy says under her breath. Mary flicks Missy's head and Georgie laughs. George smacks Georgie's head and Y/N laughs.

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Y/N's Pov

Mary, Sheldon, Missy, and I were all in our church clothing, sitting in a pew. The church was full. Everyone except for Sheldon sang Onward Christian Soldiers. Sheldon whispers something to Mary, that I couldn't hear.

Pastor Jeff starts the sermon and Sheldon is still asking Mary questions. "Do you have evil thoughts?" Sheldon whispers to his mother. Mary shh's him but he still keeps going, "I just don't think this part applies to me". "That's fine, be quiet and listen," Sheldon says something else about puberty, causing an older woman to turn towards the boy and his mother. When the woman turns back toward the Pastor, Sheldon asked Missy and me if we had evil thoughts. I respond with a "Not really" but Missy said the opposite, " I'm having one right now". When Sheldon asks what it was, Missy said that she was going to kick him where the sun doesn't shine when we got home. Sheldon tells missy that his balls haven't dropped yet and then asked his mom when his balls would drop. The older lady turns back towards the family and Mary threatens the woman.

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We get back from church and Sheldon instantly goes for the student handbook. I pass Mary and Sheldon to go change. I go into Georgie's room after I change. Georgie is in his normal wear, a t-shirt, and jeans, reading his 'Sports Illustrated' magazine. "You know you have no chance with any of those girls in that magazine, right", I say leaning against Georgie's door frame. Georgie instantly looks up at me and says, "You look good. Maybe more than those girls in my magazine." I'm wearing a black jean skirt, with a nirvana shirt tucked in and a black and white striped long sleeve shirt under it.

Georgie and I laugh at his comment and walk over to his bed. "So, how was church?" Georgie asked while going back to reading his magazine. "It was ok. Your mom almost beat up an old lady for calling Sheldon weird, after he talked about his balls dropping. Other than that, it was like any regular church day." I tell Georgie. "So!", Getting Georgie's attention, "How was your playbook?" I ask Georgie knowing he was lying. Georgie looks at me then back at his magazine. "You know that was not the main reason I didn't go to church. I'm not as invested in church as much as you are, so don't give me that look." Georgie says knowing I was going to get onto him for lying to his mother. I dropped that conversation, and we went downstairs to watch tv and talk.

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When I get downstairs, I see George and Georgie talking, so I walk over to them. On my way there, Mary stops me and asked me if I've to saw Sheldon's bowtie. I shake my head no and continue walking. When I get to the table where the boys are talking, they are talking about football. Mary comes up and asks if the boys have seen Sheldon's bowtie. George tells Mary, "Leave it alone Mary, he doesn't need a damn bowtie." Mary argues back, "It's his first day of school, let him wear what he wants." Sheldon yells down the stairs that he still can't find his bowtie. "Oh dear lord, why's he gotta wear a bowtie?" Mary says walking away.

"Can Y/N and I ride in with you", Georgie asked his father. I sit there eating my breakfast quietly, before looking up when hearing my name. George contemplates the situation, then says "sure". "Everybody's gonna know he's your brother. You can't hide. It's gonna be awful for you." I didn't even know Missy was at the table before she said something. "Tell her to shut up." Georgie defensively tells his father. Georgie tells his son, "She's not wrong" earning a light slap on the arm from me. George mumbles sorry and goes back to his coffee.

We're all eating when Mary storms into the kitchen. "George Junior, give me back that bowtie right now!" She yells. "I didn't take it!" "Don't you lie to me!" "I'm not lying!" "We'll see about that!" The pair go back and forth. When Mary walks back upstairs, he yells for his mother to stay out of his room. Missy smiles and says, "She's gonna find your dirty magazines." "Shut up." "You are not having a good day." I shake my head at Georgie, agreeing with Missy.

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Georgie and I are sitting in homeroom when we see Sheldon walk in. Sheldon calls out, "My father's a football coach, my adoptive sister's a cheerleader, and my brother's a football player!" When Sheldon sees us he yells out, "Oh, 2/3 of them are over there! Hi, Y/N! Hi, Georgie!" Georgie and I put our heads down in embarrassment.

Ms. Macelroy introduces herself and the class. She makes a joke about having some of our family members in her class, which causes a few students to chuckle. She introduces Sheldon and Sheldon raises his hand. When the teacher calls on Sheldon, we hear Sheldon tell Ms. Macelroy who is breaking the dress code. Georgie and I sink in our chair lower and lower as Sheldon keeps talking. She dismisses Sheldon, but he puts his hand up again. Sheldon tells his teacher that she is also breaking the dress code because she has a mustache. Georgie and I sink as low as we can in our chair while the rest of the class laughs.

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Georgie and I are on the football field but on opposite sides. I am with the cheerleaders practicing my moves, and Georgie is with the football players practicing blocking drills. I knew Georgie was having a hard time with starting school with his younger brother, so I kept my eye on him. When I see the fight between him and Albert Stinson, I excuse myself from my squad and follow Georgie to the boy's locker room.

I walk in to see Georgie angrily tearing off his equipment. When he accidentally throws something at me, I quickly dodge it. "You know, if you threw like that on the football field this year, we would win playoffs for sure," I say jokingly getting Georgies attention. "What are you doing here? This is the boy's locker room." "I don't care if the whole team was in here naked, I would do anything to help my best friend when he is down." Georgie sits down next to me. George is watching the whole thing play out. "Do you remember when I was 5, and I missed my parents so much that I had that tantrum?" Georgie nods his head. "You were there for me when I needed you, now it's my time. I've seen how upset Sheldon going to school with us has made you. You have held in your emotions for too long. I know you get jealous when Sheldon gets special treatment. I want you to know that you are not the only one. Missy and I feel that way sometimes, but I have you. I don't need anyone to but you to make me feel special. I guess what I am saying is..." Georgie looks up at me, and I take Georgie into a side hug, "When you feel emotional don't take it out on your team. You have me. Talk to me. We are always together and I don't want to see you tear your life apart over something stupid like going to school with Sheldon."

George comes from behind the locker and tells me to go back to practice. I let go of Georgie and give him a sad look before doing as George instructed.

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We get home, and George stops me at the door. "Thanks. You stopped your practice to help out Georgie. I appreciate that.", George tells Y/N sincerely. "Georgie is my best friend. Now, if he managed to hit me, that conversation would have gone a whole other direction." I say jokingly. George chuckles and lets me go.

I go up to Georgie's room. Georgie looked like he was in a better mood. I went in and talked with Georgie until time for dinner.

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Narrator's Pov

The whole family gathers around the table to eat, but first, pray. When it's time to pray Sheldon surprisingly doesn't wear one of his gloves. No surprise when it wasn't the hand Georgie held.

Later that night everyone was sleeping peacefully, except for Y/N who would find laying right next to Georgie, like they have been for the past 11 years when someone was upset.

[thiserichann]

cookies and cream - lee jeno

reader x jeno

genre: smut, strangers to fuck buddies, humor if you squint hard enough

word count: 4k-ish

warnings: recklessness (she met with a stranger online, don’t do it kids) excessive lying, 18+ scenes that includes: oral (f receiving) face riding, soft dom!jeno?

This is merely a work of fiction and is not meant to hurt the image of Jeno and NCT. Again, don’t be as reckless as OP. This was just a fantasy of mine that I’ve been dying to get out of my system.

Holy fuck.

That's the only word that you've managed to utter when you decided to check your messages that morning.

You got bored in the middle of the class and decided to sneak a peek on your phone to pass the time. The class is recorded anyways so you can always just go back to the parts of the lessons that you've missed.

But holy fuck.

You never expected to see THAT so early in the morning.

"Miss Y/N?"

You snapped back to reality and stopped malfunctioning for a second when somebody called your name. Everyone including your professor remained quiet and all eyes are on you.

"Oh. Sir what’s the question again?"

You answered nervously as you tried to review your notes and backtrack on what he is discussing a few moments ago.

"I see that you're distracted in the middle of my class again. Mind sharing what you're occupied with?"

"Uhm. I was watching KPOP fancams, sir."

"Fancams won't get you into law school, Miss Y/N. Phones off please."

You tucked your phone back to your pocket and never picked it up again since. The professor started blabbering again but no information is being retained on your head. It stayed that way at your other classes.

You wished you were looking at some KPOP fancams earlier. You’ve watched fancams at class before and got away with it unscathed.

Oh no. It was a goddamn dick pic.

A good one, too.

It was from a guy that you met in a kink site a few days ago. You created the account out of boredom and expected nothing to come out from it. It’s all the flirting and sexting without all the unnecessary commitment

It only took you a few minutes to set up an account. For some privacy, you made a random birthdate and a random nickname, because like hell would you share your real information to these people. You also picked a racy picture of a lady that looked a bit like you and passed it off as your own.

Within minutes, your inbox is flooded with messages. Most of them, however, are from men who are old enough to be your father.

Well, you were bored, so you entertained everyone and then went on back to your boring, vanilla life. A few political history and theory books later, you went back to see which ones messaged you on the site.

And that's where you've met him.

The most gorgeous piece of meat alive.

He seems like a nice guy. He introduced himself as LJ and your age aren’t that far off from each other. LJ is the only one who actually engaged in conversation besides "want to fuck?" or "are you horny?"

As soon as you started messaging back and forth, you scrolled on his profile to see what he looks like. The only thing is, his profile looked a whole lot like those high fashion male underwear photoshoots.

It was an array topless pictures (presumably his, you just can’t be bothered to check if it is actually his). It featured his sculpted abs and biceps, cropped up all the way to his full lips. Despite not seeing his whole face, you knew very well that he’s a hunk. To say you were intrigued is an understatement.

Since then, you've been talking back and forth through Snapchat (your secret one because you're not stupid) and sent him actual pictures of yourself, completely omitting the face. You took one from your bed, your bathtub, and probably every part of your house that you felt is sexy enough to be included on the pics.

You can't tell him if it's him or the repressed sexual urges finally manifesting itself after more than a year of not getting laid, but every text to and from him made your heart race. It was something that you looked forward to every hour everyday.

Hours went by that you totally forgot leaving him on read. You climbed up to your bed to rest your back to the headboard and opened your unread messages.

You: Hey svlr. School stuff.

  He opened the chat and started typing right away.

  LJ: Oh good. I thought I did something wrong to upset you.

You: Not at all. I loved the pic by the way. It literally knocked my socks off.

LJ: Just the socks?

You: You can take the rest of it off yourself ;)

You scoffed. The flirty banter has always been there ever since you started talking but nothing really came out of it.

LJ: If only I could :(

You: I know. Covid’s a bitch.

You set your phone aside for a second to go to the bathroom. On your way, you picked up some snacks at the fridge and sat back down to your bed, only to find your phone blowing up.

LJ: If you're down maybe we could meet

LJ: It's totally fine if you don't want to

LJ: I just made it weird, didn't I?

LJ: I'm so sorry I brought it up in the first place

LJ: I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable

LJ: Hello?

LJ: I'm really sorry

You: Chill. I'm right here

You: I just went to the bathroom

LJ: Oh

You: I'd be lying if I said I don't want to meet you as well

You: Well... I wouldn't write off the idea

You: But with the Covid

LJ: Thoughts?

You: I don't think it's a great idea

The screen says Seen right at the bottom but it took him a couple more minutes before finally replying.

LJ: I understand

LJ: But in case you change your mind, I'll leave the time and place up to you

LJ: I’ll take care of the rest

LJ: Deal?

You: I'll sleep on it.

You: Speaking of sleep, I gotta go. Morning class.

LJ: Okay. I guess this is good night then

You didn't, in fact, talk to him the day after.

You'd be lying if you said that you didn't want to see him and his abs in real life. But as someone who overthinks a lot, you just can't shake off the risk.

You: Good night. Talk to you tomorrow.

What if he's not really the guy in the pics? Or he’s psycho in real life? What if he's infected the virus?

You sighed.

Why must some global pandemic ruin your sex life?

You waited until the end of the day before you finally replied to LJ. The last thing that he texted was a brief good morning from earlier in the day and nothing else. He’s actually a pretty sweet guy, totally not worth ghosting, and you actually liked talking to him as a friend that you can share your sentiments with.

With your guilt finally eating you up, you took a break from your assigned readings and sat back at your bed to rest for the day. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard for a minute, thinking of something to say to him. It took you a few tries before finally hitting the send button.

You: So, I thought about it

LJ: And?

You: I need to know I can trust you

LJ: Okay. How?

You: I don’t know. Send me a proof that you’re real. Get tested?

You: Is that fine with you?

Within a split second, he sent his reply.

He actually did it.

You couldn’t believe it but he actually did it.

LJ: Consider it done.

He got tested for physical, including the virus test, and passed with flying colors. He even sent you a vid of him inside a medical clinic.

He just sent the uncensored results this morning where you can clearly see his real name.

Lee Jeno.

LJ.

Seems legit.

Well, the uncreative nickname shouldn’t matter now because the results meant only one thing.

You’re gonna have to push through with your promise.

You got ready around noon that day. You can’t remember the last time that you actually got ready to meet someone that’s not a delivery guy or a relative passing on something to your family.

As someone who overthinks a lot, you actually got everything covered. You picked a place near a restaurant to eat. The police station is just a few blocks away just in case something happens, and right in front of a library…

“Where’re are you off to?”

You raised your backpack to show to your mother.

“I’m off to the library. I needed to get these renewed. Maybe pick up a novel or two.”

She looks at you from head to toe, eyeing that incredibly loose hoodie, faded denim jeans, some worn out sneakers that looked like it’s supposed to be thrown away years ago and a medical mask that covers about ¾ of your bare face. It’s just your usual attire whenever you go out for errands.

She just nodded and went back to watching her favorite soap opera.

“It’s nice that you’re out of your room for once. Take some cookies from the kitchen so you’ll have something to eat in case you get hungry.”

… as an alibi to get away from your strict parents.

As soon as you left the door and made sure that you’re out of sight, you found the nearest public toilet and grabbed a whole other outfit from your backpack. The hoodie is replaced by a white, ruffled see-through blouse and you ditched the jeans for a tight skirt that’s at least four inches above your knees. You tousled your hair a little bit and put on some powder and tiny hint of lipstick before putting your facemask back on again.

It’s been a while since you’ve done an elaborate scheme like this. Your skills got a little bit rusty, but they always work.

Sometimes you wonder if you’re really meant to be lawyer or a criminal instead.

You stepped out of the toilet and blended right back into society.

Now all you have to do is find wherever the hell LJ is.

Jeno sat anxiously as he waited for you right inside the café. He’s on his fourth cup of coffee but it didn’t do anything to calm his nerves down (geez I wonder why).

You: I’m almost at the café.

He’s been staring at his phone the whole time. Once he received your message, which is a pic of you in the bathroom after the outfit change, he almost choked on his drink.

This message sent him on a panic as he turned his camera on to see how he looked. He did some minor adjustments to his hair and he wiped off his eyeglasses clean with the sleeves of his hoodie (which did nothing for him by the way) and then casually sat down and played it off cool like he hasn’t been waiting for you for over an hour.

On your perspective, you walked inside the café and looked around for LJ. Fortunately, there was only guy inside the café, twiddling with his phone on his hands and as he kept on peeking through the glass windows as if he’s looking for someone.

From afar, he actually looked really cute. His appearance, a shy, nerdy dude with glasses, looked way off from the fuckboy image that you expected him to have in reference to the messages that you’ve been getting from him.

It’s always the quiet ones that are kinky. You should know, you are one.

You walked over to his table and tapped his shoulders to get his attention.

He froze for a moment before he finally managed to turn around and face you.

“You’re actually here.”

“I know. I’m just as surprised as you are.”

tap tap tap tap

The room is so quiet that the only thing you can hear is the sound of your heels tapping against the tiled floor. You can say that that is one of your observable annoying habits tapping your foot on the floor when you're a nervous wreck.

Sighing in retaliation, you removed your hoodie, fanning yourself as you tried to relax and get comfy on the hotel couch (which should be comfortable enough since you paid a shit ton of money on that room), switching the TV on to get your mind off of things. The lackluster array of shitty sitcoms didn’t distract you at all, but it instead reminded you of the reasons why you’re in that room in the first place.

Having nothing to do to pass the time, you paced back and forth in the room, finally sitting down once you realized that it looks way worse than you just tapping your foot. You folded your arms right across your chest, looking at the watch from time to time but the hands of the clock seem to be moving slower the more you stare at it.

Quarantine started almost a year ago and it's been very hard for you. Sexually. It's been almost a year since you've been touched by a man and you’re more than ready to jump on anyone’s dick at any this point,

Too bad that that dick is taking his sweet time in the bathroom.

tap tap tap tap

Your foot found its rhythm once again, only this time, you’re not nervous anymore. Your patience is wearing thin.

As if summoned by the constant tapping, the guy comes out of the bathroom, just casually drying himself while wearing nothing but the towel dangerously hanging on his waist and a boyish smile on his lips.

No biggie.

"Hey."

Suddenly, you’re not tapping anymore.

Head empty, just thoughts of a hot guy patting down a towel all over his toned body.

“I hope I didn’t make you wait for too long.”

He spoke, tossing aside the towel on his hands on the sofa, finally giving you a full view of him and all his glory.

You must admit, you’re skeptical at first. The guy that’s been sending you faceless thirst traps just days ago, telling you how he’d fuck you senseless looked a lot different from the guy who entered the hotel room just a moment ago.

He came in wearing those black oversized hoodies that did a great job in hiding his best features. His hair was a bit long for your taste, covering half of his face while the face mask hid the other.

But this man right here in front you, he’s Adonis.

You unconsciously bit your lower lip, earning a chuckle from the guy.

“I’m guessing that you’d like to start now?”

You nodded, the tension and awkwardness rendering you unable to speak.

He smiles as he takes the remote from you, turning off the television because the main show is about to start.

You started to tense up again, eyes wide as you realized that he’s now right beside you, wrapping his arms around you as soon as he sat down. He leans over, soft lips coming into contact with your exposed neck and shoulders, landing small pecks all over.

You sat there breathless as he slowly ran his fingers to the side of your thighs, tracing circles at it while giving small, reassuring kisses on your neck and shoulders. It’s as if he’s asking you for your consent, waiting for you to open up to him before he makes a move.

He got his answer when you turned around to face him, running your fingers into his cheeks before cupping his face, your lips finally touching his. He moved in the same pace as earlier, slow and calculating. You got a bit impatient once again, biting his lower lips gently to let him know that he can do more.

He grabbed you by the waist and successfully placed you on top of him. The kiss got even more sloppy as you ran your hands through nape, then into his soft locks. His hands travelled once again, finger running through legs again, stopping as soon as he reached the hem of your skirt, flipping it up to reveal the thin lace material that barely covered your core. You took that as initiative to remove the towel on his waist and grinded against his growing member, the friction and heat enough to earn a groan out of him.

He held your waist once again, firmly this time, halting your movement completely.

You broke away from the kiss, staring him in the eyes to read his face.

“Something wrong?”

“Hold tight.”

You were about to ask about what hold tight mean, but your arms cling unto him involuntarily as he lifts the both of you out of the sofa.

Jeno laid you gently in the bed, making sure not to break eye contact as he does so. He looked like he's about to eat you alive, which is enough to send flush to your cheeks.

“I would’ve loved to bend you over that sofa, but I think it’s just proper that our first time will be on the bed.”

"God. You're beautiful."

He then ran his fingers towards the thin fabric of your blouse, feeling every part of your torso like he's memorizing every detail of it. His hands then travelled in your chest, squeezing the swell of your breasts on each hand, fingers shaking as he does so. It felt like an artist admiring his delicate work of art.

He situated himself between your legs, taking a moment to admire you first before doing anything else.

He started to run his hand on your cleavage and stopped on the uppermost button of your blouse, taking his time to remove all of them and placing a kisses at the exposed skin. After all of the buttons are taken care of, you lifted your body up and slid off the fabric. Your black lacy bra finally made its appearance. You took the liberty of taking that off too, as slow and as you possibly can.

 Jeno just stared at your body in awe, breathing heavily as his eyes scanned your naked glory.

 "Gorgeous."

He said under this breath before leaning down to claim your lips once again. You're turned on by how much attention he's giving your body now. You're usually loud in bed but his gestures are making you bashful. You've never felt this beautiful before.

You can feel his hands trembling as it travels all over your body, his kisses getting even more needy. There was moans of satisfaction every time he would lick your lips. Jeno was kissing you like you were oxygen and he needed to breath.

His hands travelled south, running across your thigh and your now aching core. You're about to remove your skirt and underwear but he stopped your hands midway.

"Keep it."

He took your hands away from your skirt and placed them just above your head.

"Just sit there and relax baby. Let me treat you."

You did just like he told you and gave him full control of your body.

"Good girl."

His lips brushed your ears, whispering sweet nothings about how beautiful you are under him. His kisses then went down to your neck, using his tongue and teeth, marking everything he can get his mouth on with his saliva. Meanwhile, his hands finally touched you down there, massaging your still clothed wetness.

His middle and index finger felt your slit, moving it in swift motion in search for your clit.

"Oh my god. That's it."

You gasped as his fingers finally hit the right spot, tossing your head back as his fingers made circles at your bundle or nerves.

You opened your legs more, leaning on your arms on your back, head tossed back and eyes closed as you feel your impending orgasm.

He dipped his hand inside your underwear and collected some of your essence with his fingers. The mental picture of him licking his fingers deliciously is enough to get you off for weeks.

It didn't take long before he took your panties off and his ducked his head down. He opened your legs once again and licked one long stripe on your core, making sure to taste all of you. You sat there and watch as he hungrily takes all of you in his mouth, acting like your pussy is a full course meal and he's been starving for years.

Within moments, you've become a moaning, toe curled mess. You ran your fingers to his blonde hair, guiding him on how to move his tongue and fingers on you. At one point, he bit some of your sensitive skin, making you scream a string of curses under your breath.

"Stop stop stop."

You grab a fistful of his hair and he paused from what he was doing. You pushed him gently away from you, leaving him staring at you confusedly. The confusion didn't last long when you flipped your current position, you're now on top.

"Can I ride your face?"

At this point, you're bold and horny enough to use your words and ask him. He just nodded, sliding himself from underneath you and went back to eating you like a champ. You grabbed his hands and placed them across your chest, squeezing your breasts to send him a message. He was quick to pick up and followed suit, pinching your nipples right in between fingers while your ride his face to orgasm.

"Shit. I'm coming..."

  You writhed from above him as you come undone. Your body felt cold all over. Your eyes are ringing, feeling dizzy as you almost passed out while you bucked your hips a few more times to milk your release.

You didn’t have time to recover when you heard your phone ringing from outside. Your legs felt a little shaky and you almost tumbled and hit your head in the wall if Jeno didn’t help you get up. You  sat down on the floor, butt-ass naked as you frantically searched for your phone from under all of your stuff before you finally pressed the answer button.

“Yes mom?”

“Where have you been? Your father’s been looking for you at the library. He’s picking you up on your way home.”

You buried your head on the couch to shake off the buzzing feeling on your head. You placed a pillow on your body while you searched for your discarded clothes all over the hotel room.

“Oh yeah. I went to the café and got something to eat. Tell Dad I’ll meet him outside the library.”

“Okay sweetie. Can you pick up some groceries on your way back? I’ll text you the list.”

“Yeah mom. Bye.”

You breathe a sigh of relief as you started putting on the outfit that you wore when you left home.

“Where are you going?”

Jeno reluctantly got dressed as well, his shy demeanor came back as soon as he wore his glasses and fixed his hair.

“I got to go, Jeno. I’m sorry that I’m leaving in such a bad time…”

You went over to him and placed a sweet kiss on his lips.

“I promise to make it up to you next time, okay? I’d love to meet you again.”

You grabbed a paper bag from your backpack and handed it to him, waving as you bolted out the door.

After fixing his things, he sat down for a moment and took a quick peek inside the package that you left him.

It was a ziplock bag of full of cookies and a whole other treat.

You left him your two-piece lace lingerie.

To be continued.