#angel your mom speaks💜

[nsfwstolas]

Minors !DNI

I am average height 5'6 and a half and all I can really think about rn is like dominating someone taller than me just making them feel so pathetic for being dominanted by someone smaller than them.

But then I also think about being dominanted by someone taller than me feeling absolutely pathetic underneath them because of how short I am compared to them.

[angelisyourparent]

They won 🏆 hell yea.

Stray Kids Everywhere All Around The World

[rare-peach]

Jealous Balor Headcanon

💜💜💜

It’s Friday night at the inn. Balor sips from his red wine, staring off in broody silence.

He’s staring at you across the room, but you don’t notice. Balor sees Ryis, usually quiet and introverted, laughing loudly with you and blushing.

Balor slammed his fist on the table. Did everyone in this damn town have a crush on you? He knew for sure that Eiland did, too… wasn’t it enough to have to compete with a literal *lord*? Now he had to add Ryis to the list, too?

Balor was quickly losing friends over his crush. He would however never admit it or speak to the other guys about it, preferring to drink himself into numbness. He thought about the way the sun shone on your shoulders, the way that you always wore that ridiculous straw hat, the way that you sometimes brought him gems from the mines. He hears your laugh from across the inn and feels himself soften. The sound of an angel.

“Hellooooo, earth to Mr. Balor!” Dell tugs at Balor’s shirt. He startles.

“Oh, hello Dell. Didn’t see you there.”

Dell climbs up onto the chair next to him.

“But I’ve been standing here for like five whole minutes!” She exclaimed.

“Mm..” Balor’s eyes returned to the scene of you and Ryis. Ryis touched your arm and Balor could feel himself getting angrier. It’s not fair. He wanted to make you smile, touch your arm.

“Mr. Balor!” Dell nagged again, tugging on his shirt.

“What is it, Dell?” His eyes still on you.

“You’ve been acting so weird lately! Even my mom says so!”

Balor grimaced. Shit. Was he that obvious in his yearning?

“I-…”

“Tell me why! Is it because you found treasure? You know, as member of the Dragonguard you’re obligated to tell your leader about any treasure…” Dell babbled on seriously.

Balor sighed and smiled tiredly at Dell’s yammering. Treasure?

“I guess you could say that.” He murmured, eyes going back to you. In that moment, you turned away from Ryis and met Balor’s eyes. He felt his heart stop for a second, heat rising in his cheeks.

Then you grinned and waved to him, making your way over with beer in hand. Balor felt his previous anger and jealously fade, replaced by nervous excitement to talk to you, to be near you. Now was his chance.

[the-nova-council]

Picrew: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/582810

We're the Council, nice to meet you! Here's a quick introduction to each of us:

Apollo ☀️ The head of the Council, our beloved leader and older brother figure. He gets shit done and we love him for that! He also keeps us functioning and we tend to fall apart when he's in the void for a long time.

Felix 🐈‍⬛ That's me, author of this post! And reluctantly the host for now. I'm the researcher and compiler of information, but I also get really sad a lot, sorryyyyy

Artemis 🌙 Our social butterfly and hair dye expert, sk8er girl, skin care routine, taker of showers and brusher of teeth. And a gossip! She does, in fact, want to hear about your friend's mom's crush who works at the drugstore, and your neighbor's beef with the mailman, please spill the tea. (Also took co-front to help write these so I'm here now, Hiiii! -Artemis)

Cora 💜 Our middle and a major component of our mask- she was the host throughout childhood! Loves to be colorful and messy. A free spirit and creative artist and poet!

Wyldfire 🔥 On all levels but physical, he is a wolf. Awooo - For real though, he has a teen form and a wolf form and is quick to anger. He likes loud, bass-heavy music, will bite people in a mean way, and has a strong sense of justice.

Elias 🪞 The only non-asexual member of this system. Has his own separate Tumblr account because he's a bit of a freak /affectionate. He is allowed to post friendly things here but if he's in a mood he will be banished to his private account and/or horny jail.

Mino ⭐ Our little! Beloved baby boy, he rarely fronts and doesn't type so good, but he is a sweetheart.

Eerie 🌀 Local gatekeeper is the only member of this system who doesn't like coffee, more at six. Eerie stays near front the majority of the time and helps things run smoothly, despite being our most recent split Apollo considers her his assistant and right hand man. (I'm his left hand man :3 -Felix)

Epsilon ⏰ Our only known fictive, so far removed from her source she is unrecognizable! A Time Lady of Gallifrey, survivor of the Time War, medic and mechanic, she is our mother figure, caretaker, and favourite backseat driver. When she fronts, we don't emote much and speak in a freakishly flat tone, and she doesn't experience many emotions! We love that for her /gen

Angel 🪽 Self-identified persecutor, he is also our oldest friend. Angel is the only member of our system who isn't atheist/agnostic, which is indeed a little weird. Nonhuman, a little creepy, rarely fronts, suspected trauma holder... Being of divine love and divine justice. And catholic Guilt. Whoops.

Additional system info: The body is 22, we collectively use they/he pronouns (individual intro posts will be made by those who want to make one when they come to front!!), we are an undiagnosed traumagenic OSDD system, we have other mental health issues we will not be listing here, English is our only language, we are American, we are queer, we don't tolerate hate or exclusion, and we are quick with the block hammer. We don't have time for discourse. We welcome any and all friendly interaction though!

Bastion 🛡️ Rare fronter, high memory barriers, low communication. He has recently begun sharing more, and even spending time in the headspace! He likes hiding (but not seeking), and bunnies. He is an age slider similar to Cora, within the 6-12 range.

Merricat 🌸 Clone of a fusion of Felix & Cora! They chose their name from We Have Always Lived In The Castle and has many traits from each of the original components of her fusion, but has grown into an individual since then and even co-fronted with Felix!

Main Blog, which existed long before we had our syscovery, and will continue to be run as usual: @apollo-zero-one

[bambellaacronix]

When you have ideas..make them..even if you're busy..spare time for them.. because you never know when you can't... they're what make you special..No one will wait for you..life won't wait for you...

I'm speaking from experience..I was postponing everything after I graduate school..and apparently..I won't even graduate..may be I will?..only god knows😅

I'm not dying..but something is very wrong with my brain I can't memorize anything..wish it gets better.. I don't want any illnesses..but if it's something serious...then goodbye to me

List of my dreams:

Writing stories,books,manga(since i was7? or 13)

Starting a blog(since i was14)

Starting a youtube channel (since i was14)

Starting a small business of stickers,coloring books and many cute things(since i was14)

Learning languages..(Italian,chinese,...)

Drawing and improving my art skills(I draw since I was a child but as i grew older i drew less and my skills are not improving so..)

Dye my hair purple 💜 (actually since i was12😊)

Marrying a japanese person😍 that has the same religion of mine

Graduating school with high grades and no problems(because literally everyone i know in my life graduated , people around my age ,relatives,youtubers,youtuber siblings,social media influencers and their siblings,some friends in my class,my siblings,I feel like I've been in school for ages...can I graduate too?please? I've been working really hard🙂..I deserve to do that as well..at least?? but life is like nope.. Not even this one... you're born to SUFFER.. you're cursed.. you're unlucky..oh she gained some hope because she became a better person hahahaha.. your life is a joke...

I feel like my life will be really a joke if i start losing my memories,self.. whatever like dementia patients

Because i literally postponed everything after school..wanted to do some during middle school but failed like the blog and art.. I've never done something big to be remembered for...my time to shine is supposed to be now but life also has other plans for us so keep that in mind..

It always shows me a side of my self that I've never seen..i guess this is the most surprising side it was keeping for me..i don't know what could happen to me in the next 6 months... another surprise may be ? but this time I'll be crazy on a wheelchair

Since a long time i always had the feeling that my life will be ruined at a young age.. don't know why..and turns out I was right

That's why I'm making this post..to warn you..remind you..to not wait to make your dreams come true or to be a better person..start as soon as you can even if little by little..better than nothing..as you read above ..how my life was ruined out of the blue..when i was the best of myself and my mom tells me it's a lack of vitamins🙂

well lack of vitamins can cause some problems but..this much of problems??!

Btw My name means angel 😇 and I'm Arabic (don't know why writing in English?just realized).. I've been suffering for months so you better know this is coming from a helpless person..while may be you're still healthy but gave up already??! Go for it... as long as you have yourself all together..I can swear nothing else in this world can stop you..only god's will..but no human can..

[nkogneatho]

HI MY REAL LIFE CUPID AND ANGEL PASI❤❤💗

I'd like to join in the event!

Akahana( but if you want my real name, It's Deniz)

An INFP who is the mom and psychiatrist friend who also doesn't take anyone's shit lol.

Red and/or Sax Blue

Having a book session or doing their hair

Their heart and soul but if we are talking about personality kinda thing, caring for kids/people.

It can be Haikyuu or BNHA, it's up to you luv🤗

Take care of yourself mom🤣😁

☁︎𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐏

Hi Deniz. Your angel is here.💜

I match you up with SHOTO

You have know idea how much he appreciates having you in his life.

Yeah he is one of the best students but people used to bitch about him for no reason. And that's where you came in. YOU TOLD THEM TO SHUT THEIR MOUTH. Little did you know he was watching and he fell in love with your confidence and how you speak up.

You fell for him when you saw him playing with those little kids. Please. He was clueless at the start😭 but then he showed them some ice and fire tricks. HE GAVE ONE ICE POPSICLE HE MADE TO YOU TOO.❤ HE WAS SO SHY OMG.🥺😂

Your fridge is stacked with strawberry milkshakes for him🍓

He often reads a book to you while you do his hair. He once even mentioned about dying his hair pink🍭

A/n: Aww Deniz baby you are so cute I'll cry🥺

[borathae]

”You and your lovely boyfriend Jimin haven’t been dating for long. Meaning, he has no idea that you were mother of two beautiful children. But you are planning on changing that. Oh if only you weren’t so scared of his reaction...”

~ Requested by one lovely anonie ~

Pairing: Jimin x single mom!Reader

Genre: Smut, slight Angst, Fluff, new relationship!AU

Warnings: slight sub!Jimin, fear of abandonment, rough sex, unprotected sex, sex on a carpet, spanking, lots of ass grabbing because it’s the Jibooty we are talking about here, Jimin is whipped for OC

Wordcount: 1.7k

a/n: Like the clever woman I am I saved all of your asks in a word doc. and would you look at that?? Tumblr decided to delete three!! asks overnight. Thank you past Sibi for saving them jsjsj 😂 anyways I hope you guys enjoy that smutty goodness!! 💜

"You have what?" Jimin nearly screams, that's how off guard your confession caught him. 

"I have two children", you mumble shyly, lowering your head when seeing his expression. 

He looks so angry and disappointed. God you probably ruined everything now. 

"Two children?" Jimin chuckles dryly, "wow okay. I don't know what to do with this information to be honest." 

"You are upset, I understand", the hurt in your voice is obvious. In a few moments he will tell you to leave and never contact you again, that he doesn't want to be a father to children, who aren't even his own. It's what they all always say. 

"Of course I'm upset!" he exclaims. 

Your heart races in your chest, you feel like throwing up. He is going to dump you. 

"You should have told me sooner", he continues. 

So he wouldn't have wasted so much time on building your relationship. He is going to say it, just any moment now. 

"I'm sorry", your voice is merely above a whisper. 

"Good. How dare you rob me of spending time with your little ones? Do you even know how many memories we could have already made by now? How many pictures we could have taken as a family together?" 

"What?" you must be dreaming. 

Your hearing must be defect. This can't be. A family? Memories? Little ones? Why does Jimin sound like the only problem right now was you keeping a secret from him and not you being a mother?

"Wait so you don't want to break up with me?" your voice falters. Great. Now you are crying. 

"Break up with you? Of course not, cupcake, why would I?" he says softly, rushing to your side to cup your face in his hands. 

He dries your tears off with gentle touches and kisses your first sob away before it could even escape your trembling lips.

"Hey, don’t cry. Why would I break up with you?"

"Because all the other guys before you did. The moment I mentioned my little angels they ran away", you sniffle, holding onto his sweater for comfort. 

"Well these guys were idiotic pricks and they didn't deserve you nor your little angels", Jimin almost sounds angry, like he wants to fight your former partners for abandoning you like that.

"Yeah, I guess you are right", you mumble. 

Jimin wraps his arms around your middle to pull you closer so your bodies would be touching. He still seems angry, his brows creased and lips turned downwards. His eyes however sparkle in total adoration for you, overfilling with warmth. 

"I promise to never abandon you, just because you have kids. Okay?" he says in the most serious tone you had ever heard on him. 

"Mhm", you nod, not daring to speak in fear of starting to cry again. 

"Besides. Can I be honest with you?" Jimin says, sounding a lot more relaxed than before. 

"Please be." 

"I think it's kind of hot that you are a mom", he smirks, squeezing your waist. 

Your eyes grow big. Now that is definitely a new thing. 

"Cleaning throw-up off my clothes and changing stinky diapers. Yeah, how very hot of me", you chuckle. 

"Mhm, yeah so hot", Jimin breathes, leaning closer to press an open-mouthed kiss to your neck. "You’re so hot", he growls, nibbling on your jawline. 

You shiver.

"Are you trying to seduce me to distract me from wanting to cry again?" you chuckle, feeling yourself melt more and more with every suck and kiss Jimin leaves on your neck. 

"Is it working?" he asks, raising his head to look at you through hooded eyes. 

"I-I think it is", you nod vigorously, making him smirk. 

Just moments later your clothes are off and your naked bodies are pressed together. He is rutting up against you, whimpering in pleasure. Your hands are on his ass, massaging the flesh. His fingers are between your legs, granting you pleasure so intense your eyes roll back.

The carpet beneath you rubs against your naked ass, you will so definitely get carpet burn all over your skin.

"Fuck I love your cunt so much", he whines, biting down on your neck, hard enough to make you moan. 

"Then fuck me like you mean it", you say as you pull him closer to your body by his bubble butt. He squeals in surprise, not only because the sudden movement send a jolt of pleasure through his dick, but also because he hadn't expected your rough handling. You wrap your legs around his back, forcing him to slip in deeper.

“Fuck I nearly came right now”, Jimin growls, biting down on his lower lip, “so bossy, fuck.”

He is beaming in complete adoration for you, ready to worship your every move. God he is so whipped for you.

“I’m only getting started sweetheart”, you smirk before your hand connects with his ass in a hard spank, making him squeak in surprise. His eyes are opened wide, pupils dilated and glassy.

His dick twitches inside of you, his arms wrap around you in a tight hug.

“I-it hurts, fuck again. Please again”, he hiccups.

You gladly grant him his wish, decorating the other side of his cute butt with an equally red hand mark to match the other. He shudders, whimpering into your neck whilst fucking into you like a wild animal.

His pubic bone rubs against your swollen clit, his hands play with your breasts, his lips litter your neck with kisses and bites. You are already on cloud nine and haven’t even had an orgasm yet.

You soon find out however what actually being on cloud nine means when Jimin cumming so hard inside of you, his screams make the wine glasses sing on the coffee table, throws you over the edge as well.

Jimin collapses on top of you, totally spend and ready to nap for two hours. Your own body feels limp, unable to move safe for wiggling your face free from Jimins mop of hair.

“So does that mean I can call you mommy from now?” he asks, still breathless.

“Only if I can call you daddy”, you say, clearly joking.

Jimin snorts, shaking his head in disbelief.

“I was serious”, he chuckles.

“So was I”, you giggle.

“Sure you were.”

You both snort before breaking out into laughter, holding each other close whilst shaking in giggles.

“I love you cupcake and I promise I will love your little angels just as much”, Jimin whispers, nuzzling his nose against your cheek.

“I love you too and I’m sure my little babies will love you just as much”, you beam in happiness, drawing little hearts on his upper back with your fingertips.

“I can’t wait to meet them”, Jimin gushes, nuzzling his face back into your neck and sighing in content.

Your heart feels like it is going to explode in your chest from happiness. Your face hurts from smiling so much.

“I can’t wait either”, you whisper, closing your eyes before you can tear up. 

[littledanette]

GUARDIAN

(Angel!Dewey Finn x Reader)

Hey, guys. 💜I’d just like to say thank you to everyone for checking in on me and thank you for supporting me and sticking around during this hiatus. This is my first attempt at getting back to writing... I know it’s probably not what you guys expected. But this concept has been helping me deal with everything. So I hope you enjoy it. 💜

GUARDIAN

“Are you sure you’ll be all right?” The words echo in your head, as if they were coming from very far away while in fact, they were being spoken by the person besides you. “Huh?” You turn around, your head still feeling hazy and clouded with vague, incoherent thoughts. Your sister looks at you with worry, frowning as she lets out a sigh. “I’m not sure I should leave you here…” “Sis…” “You don’t seem -” “Hey…” “I know you wanna play strong, but -” “Listen to me,” you finally speak up, interrupting her. 

“I’ve been crashing at mom’s and dad’s for almost two weeks,” you say, forcing yourself to keep your voice steady, “I can’t keep delaying this. You know that. I have to deal with coming back here sooner or later, and…I might as well make it sooner.” She doesn’t look convinced, but she gives you a nod, “All right…I accept that. But only if you promise me to call us immediately if you start feeling…well, you know.” You sigh, “No need to…mom only allowed me to come back here if I promised her to still go back to the house for tonight. Baby steps, she says.” You sister nods in agreement, “All right then…We’ll see you back home in a couple of hours. I’ll just….give you a little privacy.” And with a swish of her coat, she closes the door behind her, leaving you alone. Utterly alone. 

You look around the room, the surroundings feeling warmly familiar and horribly out of place at the same time. You let the feeling sink in as you make your way towards the couch in the middle of the living room. You plop down on the soft sofa, taking a deep breath as you allow your eyes to slowly settle from one object to the next. A stack of vinyl CDs besides the TV set… a cluster of music sheets… three different guitars carefully set on display in a corner… and then your gaze lands on the golden trophy from the Battle of the Bands, sitting proudly on the main shelf of the library. Your heart sinks abruptly and instantly the tears start to blur your vision. 

You keep looking around the apartment, but suddenly all you can see is flashes of him… heading for the bathroom in the morning in a pair of ridiculous boxers, carrying a towel and whistling merrily to some silly tune… sitting criss cross and strumming on his guitar in the corner window on a rainy day, occasionally lifting his head to look out the window dreamily… welcoming you in the morning with a hot cup of coffee when you show up in the kitchen, still groggy with sleep, and smirking in satisfaction when he notices you’re wearing one of his t-shirts… at the table, bustling over papers to grade for his students… at Christmas, as you’re both making a mess with the tree decorations and he suddenly starts chasing you around the house in a tacky Santa beard… looking out the big window side by side, on your first New Year’s eve in the apartment, counting down to midnight with your friends before the clock strikes twelve and you kiss… him cuddled up besides you on that very same couch on a lazy Saturday night, his head resting on your lap as you stroke his hair and he breathes peacefully…

You lower your gaze, half expecting to still find him right there, but of course you’re only staring at your  empty hands. You snap out of your reverie and the room suddenly feels very empty. And very, very cold. You can’t think of anything else, but one single, obsessive thought: this wasn’t supposed to happen. You shouldn’t be standing here like this. This is not how things were meant to be… Dewey Finn was not supposed to die.

Not like this. Not so young. Not now. The tears are now streaming down your face and you do nothing to stop them. You feel so alone, in this house - your apartment, the home you’d bought and built and decorated and cherished and loved together, so much - and your mind can’t process that this is your reality now. It seems like the color has been drained from everything. The grey sky outside reflects a dim, dull light that does nothing to lighten the mood. 

Suddenly you make up your mind and get back on your feet with a determined huff. You’re the one who decided to come back here, you’re the one who assured your family that it was okay and that you could handle being alone in your old apartment for a while. You knew it was going to be hard, but you also knew you had to it. For yourself, and for him. You slowly make your way around, circling from the living room to the bathroom, to the room you both loved the most: the big, comfy, welcoming bedroom.  

The king size bed occupies most of the space: you’d both wanted a large, comfy bed and had absolutely adored this one from the moment you’d seen it in the store. Pictures of you two are hung up on the walls, as well as posters from Dewey’s concerts and a few paintings you’d made. The door to the small walk-in closet is still open, and there are pieces of clothing scattered here and there… he’d never been the tidiest person in the world, but your organizing OCD had more than made up for both of you. You were almost succeeding in calming yourself down, when your eyes fall on a sweater draped on the back of a chair besides his side of the bed. You quickly rush over and grab it.

This wasn’t any ordinary sweater, either. It was his favorite. The one he’d first worn when he started teaching at Horace Green. He said it had brought him good luck, and he cherished it dearly. Holding it tightly to your chest, you bury your face in the fabric and inhale deeply. His scent, so vivid and so familiar, hits you hard. You sink down on the bed, crying softly. You let yourself fall backward, never letting go of the sweater, and you abandon yourself to your grief. You close your eyes, sobbing as more and more images of Dewey keep flooding your mind… right there on that bed, the millions of moments you’d shared together keep flashing back to life behind your eyes… You curl up on your side, holding the sweater even tighter. You can imagine him so vividly, it’s almost as if he were right there with you… you’re crying freely now, your shoulders shaking and your voice broken by your sobs… “Dewey…”….. his smile lighting up his face, his kind eyes staring into yours.... “Oh, Dewey…”.... his hands lovingly brushing across your skin, his lips softly kissing your skin, his hands reaching out for your and pulling you protectively into his arms… “Dewey…” You close your eyes, the pain covering you like a heavy blanket...

.................

“You look so peaceful when you sleep….” The feeling of your hair being gently brushed back slowly wakes you up. Realizing you’d fallen asleep, you’re about to open your eyes when dread suddenly settles in as your mind processes the fact that apparently somebody is caressing your face. “I wish you could hear me…” Your heart leaps in your throat. “I miss you so much…” You instinctively reach out and grab whoever’s touching you… but as soon as your eyes focus on the person standing in front of you, you let out a scream, dropping his arm as if it were on fire. You frantically start scrambling backwards. This isn’t real…this can’t be real… “Hey.. hey.. hey!” That voice… you refuse to believe your ears and least of all, your eyes. It can’t be…and yet, you see him sitting there on the bed across from you, clear as day. He’s just like you left him… dark tousled hair sticking out in odd directions, blue jeans, plain shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and his other favorite sweater… He’s exactly like you remember him, except for the weird way his face is lit up. But… How can this be happening?

“W-what’s going on?” You stutter, still keeping yourself away from him. His eyes don’t seem to be focusing on your gaze, it’s almost as if he’s looking through you rather than at you. “D-dewey…” your voice cracks as you speak his name, and that’s when his eyes snap right to yours. “Wait - what?” He sounds as confused as you do. “Dew…” you force yourself to keep calm, “What… is… happening?” He doesn’t answer immediately, but just keep staring in disbelief at you. After what feels like an eternity, he breaks the silence. “You… can see me?” He asks in barely more than a whisper. Despite the fact that you are still in shock, you manage to slowly nod your head. He leans forward, reaching out his hand experimentally, but you instinctively recoil. You must be dreaming, that’s all. You must still be asleep.He jumps back, as if this is proof enough for him. “Oh my God,” he mutters breathlessly, “…You can see me!” 

Suddenly, he lunges forward and grabs you, pulling you so tightly against him that your surprised yell is suffocated in his arms. You’re frozen with fear, and your brain feels like it will combust at any moment. What the fuck is going on? You try to wrestle against his embrace, still thinking this is a dream that could turn into a nightmare at any moment, but he refuses to let you go. And after a few seconds, you start breathing deeply as your body starts to react to recognizing his touch. 

And ever so slowly, all the feelings start flooding back… the familiar way he holds you tightly against him… the sound of his voice muttering incoherently at your ear… and that unmistakeable, unique scent that is so perfectly him, radiating off of him and filling your senses wildly. And for an instant, the shock of the moment disappears as you start to realize he’s actually holding you in his arms, and your heart nearly bursts in your chest. Flinging your arms around him, you bury your face in his neck, squeezing him as tightly as you can. 

“You can see me! You can hear me! You can feel me!” He’s going on and on, apparently as shocked as you are. He pulls you away slightly, looking right into your eyes. “Can you really see me?!” “Yes! Yes… yes I can, Dew…” you reply shakily, still not believing what’s happening. “How…?” “I don’t know!” He answers, his eyes sparkling with happiness, “I mean, I’ve constantly been right here, right besides you, every single day….talking to you, and looking at you, and touching your hair and your face and watching over you when you sleep, but….but you’ve always looked right through me, I don’t…I don’t understand what’s going on-” “Oh my God…” you whisper in disbelief, “Is this a dream? Please tell me this isn’t a dream… it has to be… but God, how I wish it wasn’t…” “I don’t think it is!” He shakes his head laughing slightly, “I…I really think you’re looking at me!” “Wait, but…but…are you… are you still…?” You can’t bring yourself to say it. His face saddens, and he nods slightly, “I think so.” “But t-then… b-but that means you’re…?” “…Yeah, I think I am.” “Y-you…you’re an…an…” It’s almost too absurd to say out loud, “You’re…an angel?” He nods again. “These two weeks....ever since.... well.... I’ve been right by your side, right here....all along,” he whispers softly, “I just never thought you’d see me…” “Oh my God…” you repeat, covering your mouth with your hand, “Oh my God…Dew…” “Baby… my baby girl…” he murmurs, caressing your cheek with his hand. “I missed you so much….” You start crying again, holding his hand. “I know, baby, I know…I’ve missed you too…” he opens his arms again, “Come here, baby…” You immediately fall into his arms, bursting into tears. He holds you close, a strange warmth radiating from his body. You vaguely notice a faint light hovering around the two of you. You lift your head from his shoulder, your cheeks stained with tears, and look at him: his familiar, soft brown eyes look right back at you. This can’t be real…. But it has to be…. It needs to be, for whatever absurd reason… You don’t even want to think right now, all you want to do is know that you’re back in his arms… 

You reach up and kiss him. He holds you close, wrapping his arms around your waist as he kisses you back. The softness of his lips against your mouth makes your heart melt… you pull yourself as close as possible to him, making him lose his balance and fall back on the bed. You tumble on top of him without breaking the kiss, and he just holds you closer… You start deepening the kiss, desperate to feel him, to really truly feel he’s right there… And you feel his hands glide up your back, caressing your neck softly before moving to your blouse and undoing the first two buttons…

And suddenly, you jolt awake. You’re alone. In your bed. It’s dark outside. Your phone is ringing somewhere close by. You look around frantically. No…no.. fuck! Your breath starts hitching. It was just a dream… it wasn’t real…it was just…

And then your eyes land on the two ruffled up pillows laying besides you. Two pillows which had most definitely not been there before. Just like the rumpled sheets strewn across the bed. And looking down, you notice the first two buttons on your blouse… undone. 

Your breath catches in your throat, as you desperately try to remember…. 

“What the fuck just happened?”

To be continued....?

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[koishua]

I mean, it wouldn't be such a nuisance if it wasn't so hard to pronounce, I'm really conscious about my way of speaking so what really takes me back is the speaking part 😔 (the most important 😓)

Finally it wasn't so bad, I would've stayed more time if it wasn't for some things I have to do here, but after this experience I'm thinking of going there to at least start studying while I take care of my cousin. I have much to think about, I'll have to talk it out with my bed 💤

Would you know 👀 I'm actually on ep 8 of All of us are dead, but I'll talk about that in another ask...

Well actually, these last days HxH has been really fun, I like this exam arc, but I prefer watching it with my friend bc I like to say stupid shit and we end up laughing all the time. (Actually Hisoka's parts usually have that flamenco music so we always make fun of it dancing to it 😂) Domestic Girlfriend is... confusing, like 'why are you making an anime about this??? 🧐'. Yeah, I'll check out that one then, the only sports anime I've seen is Haikyuu and I loved it, I'd like to watch Yuri on Ice and Free! Have you watched them?

It's good to hear that, must really come in handy knowing a person in every school, I could never 😂 Then I've totally achieved my goal 😌‼️ I always have much love to give so anytime you need reassurance, I'm here 🕴️

ahh... I wouldn't know... As I'm an only child I only know I would give my life for my parents, but I don't actually know if I'd like to have siblings... My mother told me she wanted to have manyyy kids, like 6 or so, but due to reasons she decided not to, but damn, I wouldn't want to be oldest sibling out of that bunch 👀 I can't even imagine the pressure.

Well, the first Agatha's book I read was 'And then there were none' at 13-14 for school, and to this day it's the first that comes to mind when recommending one, it really has you on the edge all the time (the introduction is kinda long and a little boring but after the dinner it all escalates) and bombastic plot twist 💥. Murder in the Orient express is also a classic.

Yeah, now my mind is in ‼️All of us are dead‼️but I'll check their synopsis out.

Take care and get better angel <3 - 💐

oh so you CAN speak french‼️meh i say don't be too concerned over an accent or the way you speak or anything 💔 it's so stupid that we gradually feel more self conscious about it as we grow up tho and like, the concern is so common and yet <//3 idk kids generally have it so easy with learning languages and talking since they don't hold back like we might do smh

pls im glad you're in the fluffy and fun and adventure filled era of hxh for now 😭 hisoka is sick af, but the music just makes it better yeah lmao it gets gradually so so dark and the tension just makes your neck sore sometimes 💔💔 there are so many "wtf" animes so ig domestic gf is that kind too haha i haven't watched yuri on ice (at least not in full episodes, i do know what goes on tho) but free! is still on my tbw list... for the past years.... still haven't watched it bc so many new stuff are coming out 😭🤚

thanking my dad for the amount of ppl ik istg i still don't know how my memory is capable of that </3 thanks for being the reliable older sister (figure) i never had 💜💔

trust me. being the oldest isn't worth any of its very few advantages 😐 im the oldest of four and you have to be the second mother to everyone. just— no. i would never recommend being born first and im very serious about this oml. ppl might always complain about being lonely as an only child, but that's far better than being constantly surrounded by multiple gremlins at once 🥴 they look up to you for everything, so you never get to make mistakes (as my mom always tells me to behave or else you're being "a bad influence" and teaching them something bad 💔🙁). also bc you were your parents' first kid, they'll be harsher on you but the rules they once reinforced on you will lighten up so much more with your younger siblings. okay im done with my mini rant anyways you can see how done i am with this entire older sister life 💀💀

after i finish my recently bought books, i'll be checking out and then there wer none!!

[angelisyourparent]

I'm so proud of Dream.

Honestly the pictures and videos from twitchcon are so adorable.

[angelisyourparent]

I'm bored so poll time

[angelisyourparent]

Look I love Dream but fuck the BFF podcast. The only reason I hate that podcast is because of that old ass bitch of a man Dave. Dave is a racist, sexest asshole and I honestly just hate his face. Everyone else on the podcast is cool tho. But I'm just going to enjoy seeing everyone's comments about Dream's interview because I'd rather do that then watch the podcast myself.

[angelisyourparent]

Follow my NSFW account @nsfwstolas

[angelisyourparent]

Karl Jacobs Edit I Made. I posted it on my other account.

[angelisyourparent]

My friend is now in love with Dream. What have I done.

I'm a dream fan and now he is too.

[angelisyourparent]

Good Night 💜