#i wish i could just read it somewhere aahh

[moonlightretriever]

great pic puppy! showing off all your lovely curves that i can wrap my arms around and grip with my fists until your bruise for me, and that fluff i can play with or sharply tug when i just want to make you yelp. i want to sit by your side and give your belly rubs until you're a giggling mess for me, then pepper it with kisses and nibbles <3333 All while keeping your legs together... but i know you wouldn't do that for long. with one hand around your throat, i'd barely even have to pull them apart before you spread yourself for me, god you want it so bad that i bet your hands would already be down there, pulling your pussy open, rubbing your tdick, getting yourself as wet as you can while you hear my belt buckle click and open. why not do that now? you heard me right, you're out and about but i'm sure you can dart away somewhere that hides what your hands are doing. stick them down your pants, and rub yourself reading this. i expect to see a wet spot on your boxers by the time you get home. and if there isn't one, then you're gonna piss yourself for me until there is one. you understand that, puppy?

IT WAS NEAR IMPOSSIBLE TO BE ALONE ANON IM SO SO SO SORRY THE STORES WERE WAY MORE PACKED THAN USUAL AND I WAS WITH A FAMILY MEMBER FOR HALF OF IT ;;;;; im sorry i failed you BUT im not gonna lie i do not have to rub myself to get wet because im home now and iiiii have been soaked forrrr like 45 mins now and it is! agonizing!!!! ;//w//; i wish you were shopping with me so you could just grab me and touch me all you want aahh aahhhh... i was gripping the cart so fucking hard thinking about dragging me off to the bathroom just so you could fuck my face......

[dumpygrimbos]

Behind New Eyes Chapter 5

A Danganronpa body switch fanfic, with queer characters and trans themes.

Sample:

That should be everyone.”

“Not everyone,” Taka said, “You forgot about Toko.”

“Most likely comatose up in my body, or maybe dead in Makoto’s,” Byakuya said with a twisted grin.

“So the two people unaccounted for right now are Sayaka and Toko?” Celeste noted.

“Isn’t that a little weird though?” Hina mused.

“Whatever do you mean, my dear?”

“Well its just that Toko’s, no offense to her, a nervous wreck. She barely talks to people, and when she does it’s not exactly successful. Every conversation I’ve had with her ends with her either screaming insults at me or screaming insults at herself. Whoever was in Byakuya’s body was socially competent, if a little foul-mouthed and weird.”

“And whoever was in my body was downright charming,” I said. Celeste turned and looked at me like I’d grown a second head, “Don’t look at me like that, they were just really nice!”

“But that’s just what I mean,” Hina continued, “I don’t think Toko has it in her to act like a social butterfly. Neither of them seem like they could’ve been Toko.

“Then what are you saying?” Leon gaped in confusion, an extremely unusual facial expression to see on Kyoko’s face, “That some sixteenth student was hidden somewhere in the school and got mixed up in our switch, and now Toko is god-knows where?”

Junko coughed uncomfortably. Hina continued, “No, what I’m saying is I think someone here is lying about who they actually are. I think it might even be Kyoko, or whoever she actually is.”

“I did think it was odd that she was the only one not to hear the knocking last night…” Mondo added.

There were a few gasps around the room, but Kyoko took out a pen and pad and wrote something down before raising a hand to silence everyone, “I’m sorry to make another aside, but I don’t think we’re going to get anywhere if we’re all hung up on who everyone is. I can explain who Toko is, but this is going to get a little weird.”

“What do you mean weird?” I asked.

Kyoko didn’t respond as she took out a ziplock baggie with some greyish-black powder inside. Black pepper? Why did she have that? Curiously, she took a pinch of the pepper and flicked it up into her own face. Her face scrunched up as she carefully resealed the bag and put it back in her pocket. Finally she reeled back and shut her eyes, gripping the note in her hand tight, “Aah… aahh… achoo!”

Kyoko leaned back up, her posture slouched, like she was trying her best to hide herself. She glanced around the room, then at each of her classmates, “Um, w-where am I?”

“Huh? Kyoko you okay?” I asked.

“I-I’m not Kyoko…” she trailed off as she noticed the note in her hand. Her eyes darted down the page, rapidly reading, before she gripped her head and began rubbing her temples, “Ugh… why is s-she shoving this onto me?

“Okay l-look, this is going to sound crazy but I-I’m Toko Fukawa. The actual one. I know you probably won’t believe a scraggly, pathetic girl like me, but I need you to f-follow me on this. I have dissociative identity disorder. That’s when you have multiple personalities, if you’re too s-stupid to get it! I don’t know when she got control, but my other personality was out when the switch happened. I don’t know why it didn’t move both of us together, but because she was fronting only she got switched, and Kyoko took her place, and now we’re… like this.”

“You honestly expect me to believe such drivel? Quit screwing around, Kyoko, we don’t have time for this,” Byakuya commanded scornfully, “Or if you’re Toko pretending to be Kyoko, do as your master says and stop acting like a fool.”

“A-ah, but Byakuya isn’t here… Oh I wish my master were here to help me…” Toko whimpered with a blush. Byakuya looked aghast at the sight, as though this of all things is what made it click for him that this really wasn’t Kyoko.

“Toko, you called it ‘her,’ but could you tell us a little more about your other personality? It might help with the case,” Hina asked gently.

Toko looked a little confused as to why Leon would ask something in such a demure way, but she answered nonetheless, “She’s my exact opposite in every way. Where I’m scared and helpless, she’s terrifying and strong. She’s loud and uncouth and violent. When she wants to she can act like she’s me, but she’s a lot m-more confident. She and I have different memories, but shared emotions. Anyone I hated she hated, and anyone I loved she loved too. But, her love was twisted and wrong. She… she liked to kill pretty boys. Anyone either of us fancied, she’d h-hunt them for sport then gut them like pigs. She’d crucify them and pin them to the walls. And on the wall she’d write-“

“Bloodlust…” Byakuya whispered. His voice was calm and quiet, but just by looking at him you could tell he was terrified. He was keeping his face as composed as possible, but he had gone white as a sheet. Toko nodded.

“Wait, I think I remember hearing something about that in a manga,” Hifumi wondered aloud.

“Not a manga, Hifumi. The real serial killer Genocide Jack,” Junko said.

Hiro screamed, then stammered out, “I-It must have been Toko then! She’s a serial killer who goes for hot guys, that’s why she killed Makoto’s body!”

“Why am I only now finding out everyone thought I was hot?” I murmured.

“Are you truly this much of a fool?” Celeste rolled her eyes as Hiro opened his mouth, “Don’t answer that. Toko just said that Genocide Jack isn’t even in her head anymore, and I’m not even going to amuse the ridiculous idea that either Toko or a famed serial killer are perfectly mimicking Kyoko, as they were moments ago. It simply could not be Toko, at least not for this reason.”

“Unless she’s lying…” Hifumi said, Sayaka’s beautiful voice sounding unusually sniveling at his command, “It’s just like the culprit of a great detective manga to lie and make stuff up because they’re more respected than the protagonist!”

“If we keep doubting each other’s testimony like this, we will be here for days,” Sakura sighed, “I’m inclined to agree with Celeste. The idea of Toko pretending to be Kyoko, or Kyoko pretending to be Toko for that matter, are both very far-fetched.”

“Do you at least have any proof that you’re really Genocide Jack?” Leon said incredulously, “This is a pretty crazy story.”

Toko’s voice dropped to a timid whisper, “I d-do, but its kind of embarrassing.”

“Just get on with it, I don’t want to test the fucking bear’s patience!” Mondo barked. Full Story available here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38751897/chapters/104445627

[arrival-layne]

A critical role doodle for one my very wonderful friends, @olitb. You should all go follow her, she’s super great. 

[chidoroki]

TPN - “Dreams Come True”

What better way to cheer up the TPN fandom after the second season’s final episode than with the special exhibition chapter finally being fully translated. I caught glimpses of a few pages here and there over the past couple months but seeing all the children live happily together in the human world in their own little village that they made close to Emma and Alex warms my heart. Of course I would’ve loved if we got to see more of the GP Resistance (because the anime denied us of them) but following the GF kids around the world as they experience their dreams is fair enough. We started the series alongside them so might as well finish strong with them too. I really loved seeing everyone grow up but no matter how old they get or how much time passes, I’ll probably never get used to seeing Emma without her iconic “63194.” It’s a bittersweet feeling for me, but her smiles bring me so much joy and I’m beyond happy that she accepted everyone into her life as they accepted her without her memories.

I haven’t a clue on how much time passed since everyone found Emma in ch181 to now, but seeing her call out everyone’s names is a little detail that I love so much considering she had no idea who anyone was at first. Trying to remember 60+ names doesn’t seem like an easy task to me. No doubt I was just as shocked as our girl upon learning these mere children bought a goddamn plane! We learn in a couple pages that it’s because of Norman’s company that they can afford it, but still, he’s like 15 or 16 now? He’s still a child! And I’m impressed! Not only at him, but that Oliver and Violet became pilots as well! It’s especially cute when you remember that Lucas gave Oliver a little toy plane during their time at Goldy Pond.

Speaking of GP, is it just me or does Emma’s current outfit resemble her GP one just a little bit? Sure we have no idea what color scheme this one has but come on, the short jacket, the dark shirt and jeans.. just imagine it! Jemima, Yvette, Alicia and Mark remade Gillian’s original GP outfit sometime before the Grace Field Raid arc (ch137 extra page) so I don’t doubt they could’ve done the same for Emma. Of course that’s just me being completely hopeful and missing the Goldy Pond arc to death but yeah! I’m also so happy to see Chris up and moving again! Seeing him wake up briefly in ch181 was nice but this is so much better. I imagine he and Emma have a lot to catch up on in terms of stories, with him being unconscious since ch105 and Emma not remembering anything.

But here we go, the original 15 escapees plus Norman, Phil, Sherry, I believe I saw Carol somewhere and a couple other random kiddos ready to see the entire world. They get to accomplish so much.. and in a single day too I believe? At least that’s what Phil and Alicia say a bit later about everyone’s wishes, but aahh what a lucky bunch. Hell, I’ll say we’re lucky readers too to be able to see such a great story. Can’t thank Shirai and Demizu enough y’all. I wish we got to see more of Alex though. He’s such a kind soul but I’m sure he’ll be just fine staying behind with everyone else.

This entire page where we learn about Norman as a CEO is gold. I still can’t believe this child successfully built up an entire multipurpose company not only to help their search for Emma but also because he didn’t want to live off the Ratri clan. I wish I knew about this last week when writing out Norman’s birthday post because hell yeah this deserves some praise! AND he managed to graduate school as well during all that! Well, by skipping grades which totally makes sense. I mean, if he managed to pass all the Grace Field and Lambda tests effortlessly I’m sure normal human world school was a piece of cake for him. Holy shit dude, keep on impressing me why don’t ya. Not only him but Nigel and Sonya too! I’m not surprised that Vincent helped out but I’m glad those two got a tiny moment to shine as well! Ray is another obvious choice when it comes to helping Norman, as they’re best friends and he’s always been good with machines.. but boy, I can’t take you seriously when you’re just sitting there unamused and eating chips! Hahah I love him so much! And the fact he replies to Norman’s idea with just a simple “kay” is an eternal mood.

Okay boys aside, can we talk about our fabulous girls now? Because oh my god, they’re so darn beautiful! They’re more fashionable than I’ll ever be and it’s so cute how they drag Emma along to take advantage of the 3-for-1 deal. But our girl pulls off that sporty look so well! (r.i.p. goldy pond outfit ver2.0). I’m not at all surprised that Nat wanted to go see the opera. That's perfect for him and I’d like to think the anime did something similar with that one shot we see of him in the human world. We don’t see him in a theater like this but to me it looks like he’s on the streets of Broadway? At least that’s the vibe I get from it. I’m sure there was something music related on one of those signs.

I can’t get over how adorable all the children look and how happy they are fulfilling their wishes, even if some of them aren’t as extravagant as others. Like eating a fluffy pancake and a ton of ice cream? We can do that whenever we want. But for these kids, it means everything and they absolutely deserve to experience such simple joys like that after all the harsh nonsense they’ve been through. I also love how Ray continues to be such a great older brother by still looking out for them too. The fact he remains completely unfazed by the haunted house is perfect. This boy has been haunted by his own nightmares and demons his entire life, there’s no way a couple of lousy jump scares are gonna spook him. Though I do find it funny that Alicia and Rossi still manage to get scared while Yvette is having the time of her life. I can’t help but laugh at Thoma’s “Shirai face” as well.

I find it interesting that out of all the different kinds of exhibits they could’ve shown us while Rossi visits a museum, they give us dinosaurs.. like that seems so silly to me. Y’all have seen several demons in your young lives already and yet dinosaurs manage to amaze you too? God these kids are precious. And then our boy Phil finally gets to see and ride a train! Just look how happy he is! The poor kid can’t even sit still he’s so darn excited and I can’t help but smile with him! Thankfully the anime showed us this too.

We eventually get to Ray’s wish and guys.. oh my fucking god. Tell me that this is not the absolute best and prettiest smile we get to see from him!! It honestly leaves me speechless okay? Ray never imagined he would ever get to see the outside world, let alone live past the age of 12, and yet here he is, seeing such a beautiful sight such as this, right in front of him instead of from inside a book. You can’t believe how happy and proud of him I am right now. Did you see how ecstatic I was when the anime kept Isabella alive? Multiply that feeling by ten and there ya go. That’s my level of happiness upon seeing my favorite boy smile like THAT! AAHHH!! That panel is gonna live rent free in my head until the end of time. I can’t get over how damn perfect it is. His smile is so pure and how he looks like he’s in complete awe is beautiful. He’s about to burst into tears and I swear I might do the same because I’m making myself emotional over this fantastic boy. Someone hold me.

No seriously, hold me because we’re about to get into some angst as we move onto to Emma’s wish. We all know that ever since 2039 her one dream was to ride a giraffe once they got outside, so here we are, about ten years later and the animals in question are within reach. Our girl should be totally excited, right? Ha, not quite.

That wish was something the old Emma wanted, but since demon god had to be such a bastard, this Emma doesn’t know what to think, let alone what to even feel. She hasn’t experienced the same hardships as her family. She hasn’t gone through hell and back while holding onto that one wish that would make all the suffering worth it. The amount of joy everyone else felt upon living out their dreams, she wonders if she would be able to feel it too.

They brought her here to make her happy, but is this truly want she wants as well? This is old Emma’s wish after all. What about her and what she wants? Could this wish make her just as happy as her old self? She knows her family is only trying to help, but seeing her doubt herself does a number on my heart. Even without her memories, she’s still the same Emma deep down, as she doesn’t want to disappoint her family. She spends so much time worrying about living up to her family’s expectations, to try and be that Emma they all love so dearly.

Little does she know that she acts the exact same as usual, almost as if nothing has changed when she finally expresses how much she wants to ride a giraffe. And that’s great considering when they first arrived at the giraffes, no on had even mentioned riding them. She came across that feeling all on her own and everyone else can’t help but laugh and feel relieved. Her mind may have forgotten but her heart remembers everything. There is no “old Emma” and “new Emma” to her family, just “Emma” and words can’t express how wholesome that is because they love her regardless. All that matters to them is Emma’s happiness because if anyone deserves to feel and experience that, it’s her.

I just made myself tear up, damn it. I started this series with season one okay? I heard about this precious girl’s dream within the first minute of the first episode and here I am, a little bit over two years later, finally reading about it coming true and seeing that bright as hell smile on her face. Do you know how amazing it is to come full circle like that? My heart feels so full right now. I’m beyond proud of her and love her to death. Say what you want but I believe this to be the true manga ending in my eyes.

(damn this series for always getting me emotional)

[screeching-0wl]

Hey! So my deck is not much useful for past life readings, is it possible for you do a past life reading for me?

I wanted to know if I had a past life in Ancient Greece and about my parentage in that life to be specific. I've had some doubts and dreams and such but I wasn't able to confirm anything.

My initials are PS, my zodiac sign is Virgo, and my first name is Pratishtha.

I really wish I could give you a tip on Ko-fi but it's not even a thing in India so that wouldn't be possible but I can promise you a tarot reading. I'm pretty good at going really in-depth, esp when reading for others. Thank you! ❤

Alright, so I found no past lives where you were Ancient Greek specifically, however there was a life which was technically somewhat connected to Ancient Greece and Rome, but more so Ancient Rome, I suppose.

But damn, this past life reading was incredible. I got such strong visuals that it all gave me goosebumps! Aahh I'm still freaking out haha ❤

The cards:

The reading:

You were a powerful woman. You lived in Ancient Egypt (the Roman and Byzantine times, AD years; maybe somewhere around 400s).

You were incredibly wise, brave, caring and merciful but also secretive. You were a priestess of Isis, I think you participated or maybe even led The Mysteries of Isis. You were widely respected, famous even and people viewed you as an authority figure.

You were very beautiful too. The visuals I got for this reading were super clear; I could see you very well, and oh Gods, it looked incredible. Your hair was jet black, your eyes hazel and very mysterious, deep and piercing. Your face was adorned with makeup. You were also wearing some appropriate attire, as in this particular vision you appeared to be in the mids of some ritual. It was dark but the place was lit with the light of the fire, maybe some candles or torches. Your gaze was what I can remember the most and how focused, calm and passionate you looked.

Now, back to other aspects of this life; your childhood was very happy and fulfilled. You came from a wealthier family and had a good relationship with your parents and I think you also had 3 siblings. You were curious and independent from a very young age.

For a period of time you had to somewhat hide the fact that you were in fact a priestess these were times of religious tension. You didn't want to do that. You despised it but did it for safety. You performed rites and helped people in secret.

I think you also helped children a lot or they may have liked you. Maybe some of them viewed you as a teacher or a mother figure. It also seemed to me you could've worked with orphans, provided them with care or maybe kind of adopted them even.

Sadly, you were prosecuted for "heathenry". You were abducted at night when you were trying to go somewhere. Since you were a powerful figure among people it was done in secret. People thought you just dissappeared but some may have suspected it wasn't a coincidence.

You didn't resist. You had known it might happen eventually and you were aware of the consequences your actions and practice carried with them. I think you could've been taken away, then thrown into some body of water, maybe from a certain height and drowned.

Towards the end of the fourth century, Christian Emperors increasingly restricted the practice of non-Christian religions. Later, sometime near the start of the fifth century, the mystery cults died out, so it was very likely the one you were a part of did, too.

The lessons of this life are that sometimes it's better, less painful to let go, take a step back or allow yourself to fall even, so that you can rise much stronger, instead of still holding on and hurting the same. There are things we have either very little control over or none at all. They are not for us to take care of nor are they our responsibility.

Try not to blame yourself for them and know that change is not bad. Changing your mind is not bad nor it is a sign of weakness. The same applies to making mistakes. It takes a great deal of courage to accept and embrace change. Surrender yourself to it or even be it.

I hope you like it and that it resonates with you! 💜

[revasserium]

beauty as a perspective (or a study of truth through the lens of a boy who has always believed in fairy-tales)

anon: And it is beautiful with Hinata First love with kageyama? Please :) 

101. and it is beautiful hinata ; 1.8k words

there are so many things he considers to be beautiful -- the sunrise, the sunsets, the way the moon lingers on the horizon after a whole midsummer’s night, like it’s waiting for the first rays of sunlight to spill across the world, the way the stars are relentless in their twinkling, as if emboldened by the darkness that beholds their very beings -- that they are made all the brighter by night’s all-consuming dark. 

there are other things too -- a well-aimed spike, crystal cut and down the line, right next to the pole, a perfectly arched toss, slow enough for thought, but too fast for the opponents to follow, the double-rolling saves that noya-sempai had promised to teach him and still hasn’t gotten around to, the way a clean sneaker sounds against the well-waxed floor of a freshly cleaned gym, the sound of a volleyball meeting skin, the flutter of a net, the chorus of voices as it echoes towards the ceiling. 

the cheers of the crowds when a point gets scored. when a match is won. 

the weight of happiness, so light and yet so, so heavy too, enough to make his bones feel like they’re filled with gold or silver or maybe magic itself. he thinks there’s nothing more beautiful than playing... and winning. 

until he meets you. 

your name breezes through him like a summer wind through wheat, leaving no part of him unruffled and untouched, all this thoughts tangled and out of ordered, but so beautifully so. he watches you go like a child watching the end of a really good dream, powerless to stop it, but still with the naïve hope that perhaps, if he just kept his eyes open (or closed) for a moment longer, maybe, just maybe you’ll stay -- 

“hinata-kun, its your turn to help clean the classrooms.” 

he snaps out of his reverie (did you know that’s the word for daydream in french? how fitting, right? and when tsukki had asked, drop-jawed and all, where the hell hinata had learned such a thing, all he could do was shrug and blush and say he’d read it somewhere -- to tsukki’s compounded shock and confoundment), the teacher is watching him with a hiked eyebrow, and half the class was giggling. but you, you’re standing next to his desk with a sweet, expectant smile and he’s lost all over again. 

(who was he, anyway? before he knew what your smile looked like? what your voice sounds like? what the color of your hair was beneath the morning sun, or in the golden glow of dusk?) 

“let’s do our best, hm?” you offer him your hand. 

hinata had never wished for after class chores to last forever, but he has now.��

he doesn’t know how you get onto the topic of volleyball, but it always ends up there somehow... with him -- and he finds himself rambling like he always does when he’s nervous, blabbing out an invite because yeah! it’s pretty cool! and there’s a practice match today! and oh, yeah! i’m on the starting lineup and of course you can come watch! i’m super awesome y’know! -- 

and then the horrifying, daunting realization that he’s going to have to play. with you watching him. with your eyes, like pools of amber so deep and clear they remind him of melted caramel during the holiday school fairs, with your smile like tasting a favorite treat after a long, hard day’s practice, with your laughter and your voice like -- like -- 

“what’s this? hinata’s brought a friend?” there’s something in the texture of suga-sempai’s voice that hinata isn’t sure he likes but he’s too nervous to call it out at the moment. instead, he tries desperately to explain why the hell he’d brought you along, not that he’s really sure either, other than the fact that he doesn’t ever want you to leave his sight ever again in his whole life but, well, he can’t really say that out loud without sounding like a freak -- 

“uh -- it’s not -- i mean, yeah! we’re friends! i think so at least -- well anyway -- ahhhhh -- she likes volleyball and there’s a practice match today and i told her she could come and watch cause i’m really awesome at it and she just moved here from tokyo, or actually she stayed in france for a while before that! can you believe it? hey -- wait do you know kenma from nekoma? they’re from tokyo too, right --?” 

kageyama fixes him with a flatlined look even as you smile. 

“she’s not from the same school, idiot.” 

hinata puffs up as he turns to kageyama but thankfully, daichi is there to pull them apart before things get really nasty. he flashes you a sincere and somewhat apologetic grin. 

“ah, thanks for coming. you can find a seat up there, and uhm -- welcome to karasuno.” 

hinata finds himself watching you go (he nearly yells when you wave at him from the second level, that is until kageyama elbows him so hard in the side he actually does yell). 

“focus, boke!” 

“shut up, crappyama!” 

“ha? what did you say?” 

“both of you, quiet!” 

they both flinch at the sound of daichi’s voice. 

but hinata can’t help stealing another glance towards you, thinking that this feels different, somehow. different than all the other practice matches he’s played before. it’s like his vision is sharper, all his senses on high alert -- he can smell the sweat on his teammates’ skin, can see each spec of light as it refracts off of the newly waxed gym floors, can feel the weight of your eyes on him like a superhero’s cloak -- beautiful and full of responsibility. 

and he plays well that day, he thinks -- got a few really solid quick’s in, and he only messed up on two of his serves, which, all things considered, is probably a record low for him. kageyama only yelled at him five times, also on the low side. 

they manage to scrape a win, and it was mostly asahi-san’s doing -- noya-sempai being awesome as ever, too. still, he thinks it’s been a good day. he almost forgets that you’re watching for a while, but only for a while, and as the match draws to a close, he’s again keenly aware of your eyes on him. 

he turns to grin up at you, shooting you a thumbs up. he finds you no longer sitting, but standing by the railings, your eyes huge and happy as you wave down at him. there’s a flush to your face that makes him want to walk off a bridge right into a very, very cold river but he shelves that thought for later as you make your way down the stairs, jogging right up to him, your smile so brilliant he thinks he might go blind if he stared too long. 

he blinks, still dripping sweat down his now very wet uniform. 

“shouyou! you were amazing! i mean, you are amazing --!” 

he almost jolts at your use of his given name, but then he remembers you asking (because you liked the sound of it or something; he’d forgotten what you said after that cause he was too busy marinating in the fact that you liked the sound of his name) if you could call him that. and him saying yes. 

“for a while there it looked like you were flying, like really flying!” 

he nods along with your excitement, his smile growing so wide his cheeks are starting to hurt and god, what what happen if he just kept on smiling wider and wider? what would happen to his face? would it stretch and keep on stretching? or maybe he’ll accidentally split his face in half and have to get stitches from the hospital, which wouldn’t be fun but for you, he thinks, it’s worth it. 

“y-yeah! cool! right?” he leaps ups as if to illustrate, but as with all things he does on a spur of the moment impulse, it doesn’t go quite as planned. he ends up smacking his head on the doorframe of double gym doors, leaving him whining, curled up into a ball on the ground, and you kneeling by his side. 

“shouyou? are -- are you okay? oh my god, what happened?” 

he winces as he pushes himself up into a sitting position, grinning awkwardly up at you. 

“i wanted to show you!” 

“show me what?” 

“what it looks like to fly!” 

tanaka is fussing over hinata, loudly asking if he’ll get a concussion while tsukki is remarking to that getting a concussion might be good for him; noya and tanaka are both laughing so hard they’re also curled up on the ground. 

you giggle, “save some flying for next time.” 

“for... next time?” 

“yeah, for the next time you play.” 

“will... will you be there?” 

you smile, nodding, offering him a hand. 

“if you want me to be.” 

“yes! yeah -- oh man, i do! i really really --” 

“good, then i’ll be there.” 

“aahh, that’s amazing! super great! ahhhh i’m so --- mmmm -- i’m so happy!” 

he leaps up and is about to jump up again before he realizes you hadn’t let go of his hand yet. 

he blinks, heat washing up his face like jumping head-first into a steaming onsen. 

“hey! you said you’d save some for next time, right?” 

hinata laughs, “right -- for next time.” 

you give his hand a squeeze before letting go, turning to greet his teammates. hinata watches you, like he’s been doing from the second he’d set eyes on you a week and a half ago, when you’d introduced yourself to the class. 

like when he’d all too enthusiastically volunteered to show you around the school, like when the pair of you had stopped in the library, and you’d run your fingers along the spines of all the books like greeting old friends. 

like when you flipped open a book of fairy-tales and traced the outline of a boy with melting wax wings, plummeting from the sky. 

“you know, i used to always daydream about flying as a kid,” you said. 

hinata quirked his head, “why?” 

you smiled, “dunno, seemed like a fun thing to do.” 

hinata smiled then too, “well, it’s not that hard.” 

you looked at him, “you... know how to fly?” 

“sure i do!” 

you laughed, then, but not a mocking kind of laugh -- a delighted, dancing kind of laugh that made hinata’s whole chest fill with hot air and helium. 

“you promise to show me some day?” 

hinata had nodded so hard his head might’ve come right off it’s hinges. 

“hey, what’s ‘daydream’ in french?” he asked. 

you blink at him, “reverie.” 

“wow... beautiful.” 

you laughed again, nodding, “it is, isn’t it?” 

and he decides then, watching as you smile at something suga-sempai says, as you quirk your head curiously at kageyama, making him flush a hilarious shade of crimson as well, that sure, there are a lot of beautiful things in this world. 

but none of them quite so beautiful as you. 

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

Late Night Walks and Christmas Lights

(Ao3)

((( Thank you @tinyboop for the ideas!!! Sorry it took 84 years to write it!!!! Love youuuuu!! Also, so sorry this isn't under a read more, on mobile. If i can go in on desktop and add one i will... if i remember! <3 )))

It was almost Christmas. The buildings in the city had been decorating all month. Office buildings leaving lights on in the shapes of trees and snowmen and stars, the smaller buildings had been decked out with lights and little trees of their own. The wind had begun to bite, and the weather man was calling for their first snow this weekend.

Bucky hadn't really done Christmas in awhile. "Awhile" being lenient. He hadn't done Christmas in almost 70 years. And he knew that he'd stared when he went out to shop with Sam. Sam had offered to help him with his Christmas shopping, because Sam was nice like that... and also very good at Christmas shopping.

But Bucky had been staring, at the lights, and the trees, and all the tinsle and gifts and toy sets. Everything was so different now. So big. So in your face and everywhere. It was overwhelming. Sam had swooped in right as Bucky's hands had begun to shake, right on time. Like always.

He'd guilded him through shop after shop, grounding him with a steady hand on his elbow when needed, or a hand placed to the small of Bucky's back. Bucky wasn't sure if Sam realized he was doing that, but he wasn't going to say anything that might make him stop. He'd helped him around the shops and they managed to get most of the gifts they needed.

They'd headed back to their apartment, they'd been living together for almost a year. Neither of them enjoying the hustle and bustle of so many bodies under one roof. Sam had offered to look for places, and Bucky, ever the talkative one, had nodded. Sam had found them a nice place in queens rather quickly. Suspiciously quickly. Bucky didn't mention it. They'd hid their gifts and moved on. Waiting to wrap them til closer to Christmas.

Bucky woke to Sam screaming.

In all honesty,  he hadn't been sleeping. Sam screams at the same time every night, every time it happens, Bucky had begun waking a few minutes before, naturally,  and would wait a few moments after, for the silence or the screaming. If there was silence, he'd drift back to sleep, happy that Sam was getting a goodnights sleep. If there were screams, well, it was different every time, but Bucky always tried to help. And Sam, Sam had actually begun to let him.

Bucky pulls on a pair of black sweats and his blue henley, shoves his feet into his boots and gets up, rubbing at his eyes as he walks down the hall to Sam's room. The screaming has stopped now, Bucky can hear Sam breathing heavily through his bedroom door. Awake then. He knocks twice, the sharp rap of his knuckle.

"Get dressed and meet me in the kitchen." Bucky says, not an order, not a request, something in-between, something that they both understand, however unspoken. Bucky waits by the table. Not five minutes later Sam stumbles into the room, his own boots loose on his feet as he yanks his shirt down over his head.

"Is it far?" Sam asks, his voice low and hoarse, either from screaming or from sleep. Bucky doesn't ask.

"Not too far. But it's cold." Bucky says, a small smile tugging at his lips when Sam groans but follows him to door, accepting the coat Bucky offers with a nod.

Bucky hadn't lied, it wasn't far. Just around the corner. But it had started snowing earlier in the night, the streets and cars all covered in a thin white sheet of sparkling flakes, and the cold air made the walk seem like miles.

Sam pressed into Bucky's side as they walked. Huddling for warmth, Bucky told himself, and he was grateful. He pulled the door of their destination open, Sam gave him a look, Bucky waved him inside and followed him into the warmth under the florescents inside.

"A gas station." Sam said, voice lacking any emotion.

"Yep." Bucky nodded.

"You brought me, to a gas station.  In the freezing cold. At 4 in the morning. " the lack of emotion was mostly for effect now, Bucky could see his lips twitching.

"Not just a gas station." Bucky said, walking toward the back of the small store, keeping his eyes on Sam.

"A gas station, with icees." He pointed his finger over his shoulder, Sam had been following him down the aisle he'd chosen.

"Icees." Sam echoed, voice dull.  Bucky nodded.

"Icees."

"Buck it's fuckin snowing outside and you brought me hear get an icee?" His hands were on his hips now, eyes incredulous.

Bucky stopped. He looked out the window. It was snowing. And he guessed most people probably wanted warm drinks in the winter. He hadn't really thought it through. He raked his eyes over the shop, looking for some way to recover.

"They have coffee too." He offered lamely, with a shrug. Sam stared at him, hands on his hips, not moving, for what seemed like ages. And then his body seemed to melt,  his face soften, arms dropped.  He smiled, wide and bright, and strode toward Bucky.

"I'm just fuckin with ya. Thanks Buck." He patted Bucky's chest as he walked past him to the drink machines. He began filling a cup with the cherry icee, the bright red reached about a quarter of the way up and he switched to coke. He went back and forth, layer by layer, til the cup was full. He popped his straw into the cup and took a sip, smiling around the bright red straw perched between his lips, motioning with his head for Bucky to get his.

Bucky grabbed a cup and started with cherry as well, but he layered his with blue raspberry before popping his staw in. He took too big gulps and then stopped, his eyes falling on Sam, who was staring at his mouth. Bucky involuntary let his lips part, his straw catching on his teeth. Sam gulped and licked his lips before shaking his head and looking away.

"They got anything else in here worth checkin out?" He asked as he walked away from Bucky up a different aisle, his eyes down.

"They uh..." he trailed off, mind wandering. He cleared his throat and tried again.

"They have a pretty good candy selection." Bucky said, finding himself again and pointing to the giant wall of candy behind Sam. Sam's eyes lit up when he spun around to look, Bucky smiled at his feet as he trailed behind him.

Sam kept them in the small gas station for almost two hours, looking at everything from drinks to novelty lighters. Sam bought one for both of them, so 'they could stay warm on the walk home'. Bucky had no problem staying warm on the way home, Sam pressed against him again and he could feel himself flushing from cheeks to toes.

They walked up the steps to their door and Bucky stopped, his hand on Sam's arm, staring at the door. Or rather the light shining underneath it.

"We didn't leave a light on." Bucky whispered. Sam covered Bucky's hand with his own and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"I know. But it's okay. Go on." He nodded toward the door and let Bucky walk in front of him.

He turned the knob. Pushed the door open, and felt his heart skip a beat. There were Christmas lights strug on the walls. White ones. Everything was a glowing white. There was garland draped around the kitchen. And in the corner of the room stood a tree. Dazzling in white lights, covered in bulbs of all different colors. Sam pressed into his side again, slowly, looking at him. Bucky knew he was trying to gage his reaction.

"How did you-"

"Did we do okay?" A small voice asked, Bucky knew that voice. He looked down the hall to see Peter's head poking out of Sam's room, his hair sleep tussled, baggy pajama shirt nearly falling off his shoulder.

"I think we did great for such short notice. Personally." Aunt May's head popped out right above her nephews, her hand resting on his shoulder as he smiled up at her, and then both of them, in synch, turned to smile at Sam and Bucky.

"You did great. Thanks." Sam said with a nod. Bucky turned to him and stared.

"What?" Sam asked, having the audacity to sound confused.

"How did you do this?" Bucky asked, staring at Sam and ignoring the muttering from down the hall, hearing a distinct "how did HE do this?", before managing to shut them out.

"Oh we've been planning this for awhile. I texted them when we got to the gas station." Sam said, like it was just that simple. Bucky could hear Peter and Aunt May gathering their things somewhere far behind him.

"It was 4 in the morning. Why didn't you just... wait til i got sent on a mission or something?" He wiped his palms on his thighs,  he could feel that flush creeping up on him again.

"It wouldn't havs been as surprising then." Sam shrugged. Bucky thought he might collapse right there. He didn't know what to say. Or how to say it.

"You two boys have a wonderful Christmas." Aunt May butted in, pulling them both in for a hug, side by side, kissing their cheeks.

"Now. There's two presents under that tree, one from me, and one from Peter. You're not to open them til Christmas." She pointed at them, giving them a stern look. She screwed her face up and seemed to change her mind.

"Or at least Christmas Eve." She smiled brightly, pulled them into another hug and then released them. Peter pounced on them not even seconds later.

"Aww Merry Christmas guys! I hope you like your gifts! Mine's better than Aunt May's but hers is really good too, we're super good at gift giving you're gonna love them! Aahh i wish you could just open them now so we could see your faces!!!" He was practically bouncing up and down. Aunt May detached her nephew and apologized.

"Sorry guys! It was so early when you texted so i made coffee and i made it waaaayyy too strong and it's kinda just now kicking in. Ultimately unfortunate but actually kind of okay cuz now i have the energy to do the rest of my shopping today! So thanks i guess! Bye! Merry Christmas!!" He waved as he walked backwards out the door, they heard him slide down the banister on the stairs and land perfectly.

"Nailed it!" His disembodied voiced called from the hall. Aunt May laughed, a happy, bubbly sound, and then her smile softened. She looked at them for a moment, her hand on the door knob.

"Really though. I hope your Christmas is wonderful you two." She closed the door a smidge and then popped back in.

"Oh! And before i forget, Peter left you a little something extra, for holiday cheer." She pointed toward the ceiling, grinning at them as she pulled the door shut.

Bucky looked at Sam.

Sam looked at Bucky.

Then they both looked to the ceiling together.

Above their heads. Stuck to the ceiling with webbing that was sparkling in the twinkling lights, was a small sprig of mistletoe.

Bucky felt his knees wobble, his eyes falling back to Sam, who was still staring at the ceiling. He looked so beautiful, his skin was practically glowing in the low light of the Christmas decorations. Sam finally lowered his gaze back to Bucky, eyes moving over his face, jumping between his eyes and his mouth in quick succession.

"Ya know. I might be in trouble." Sam said, voice low, his breath ghosting over Bucky's skin, making him shiver.

"What? Why?" His brain was malfunctioning, he could feel it. He was sure soon enough there'd be smoke coming out of his ears.

"Cuz i think Spiderboy might be much better at this Christmas thing than me." He was whispering now, and was he getting closer? Was it hot in here? Bucky was sure it hadn't been this hot a moment ago.

"I thou-" Bucky cleared his throat, his attempt at a whisper being more of a croak.

"I thought you were the best?" Bucky breathed. Sam's hand moved to Bucky's cheek, his thumb moving in a slow, warm, line across his cheekbone.

"He's better." It was less a whisper than a breath, breathed between them like a secret, before Sam closed the distance. His lips were warm, hot almost. They seemed to burn Bucky in the most delicious way. He grabbed at Sam's hips and pulled him closer, flush against him, moaning softly as Sam's tongue brushed his lips.

Sam pulled back first, not far, his head resting agaisnt Bucky's as they stood leaning into each other. He smiled at the small sound of disagreement Bucky made. Bucky's eyes were still closed but he could feel Sam nodding slowly.

"Yeah. He's way better."

Bucky opened his mouth, intending to agree but never getting the chance. Sam dove back in, pressing himself into Bucky until all he could feel was Sam. All he knew was Sam. His whole world was Sam. Sam, holding him tightly. Sam, kissing him deeply. Sam, pulling him closer in the glow of the dazzling Christmas lights.

[xsugarysweetsx]

Hi ! Can I ask number 45 “please, I need you. Now .” From smut prompt with Dazai (bsd)? Thank you very much even if you won't write that :)

YAY DAZAI!!! Thank you for requesting Anon! I hope this is good and please stay safe and healthy!❤️❤️❤️

WHY IS HE SO PRETTY??

Smut prompt list

45.) Please, I need you. Now

ヽ(´ー｀)

He was struggling.

When does he ever struggle? The answer to that si you. All day today he’s wanted to just rip your clothes off and take you right there and then. You have caused him a hard on during work hours and couldn’t fix it.

First off, you wore your those pants that really make your ass pop. So just seeing that whole on the mission made him feel hot. The way you handled the situation by taking matters into your own hands.

It always made him super flustered, he loves how strong and skilled you were. He always found it to be a turn on for him. Then when you get back to the office to file the paperwork he couldn’t stop staring at your girls.

Worst part was he had a noticeable hard on and couldn’t stand up. So he would have to wait until it was just the two of you. He stared at you wishing to take you into the nearest closet and ruin you.

“Dazai? Hon, you okay over there?” You ask him form across your desk. He played it off with a smile

“Of cours I am love, just thinking of the right word” you give him a closed eyed smile as you get back to work.

Ugh how much longer of this torcher?

He scolded in his head

About three hours later

It was finally time to head home. You were making sure everything was in place and Dazai was still at his desk.

“Dazai are you ready to go home?” You asked frabbing you things and heading to his desk.

“Not quiet” he answered. You tilt your head not understanding why. He simply rolled out of his desk to show you. There it was, the visible boner print on his pants.

“..is that why you didn’t move all day?” You tried not to laugh “Awh you poor thing, how about i help when we get him?”

He pulled you down to his eye level by your wrist and looked deep into your eyes

“I need you. Now.” He said in his deep husky voice. Your face heated up from his anticipation.

“D-Dazai, we’re still at work! You can’t expect us to-“

“But there’s no one here. I’m pretty sure we can go a round without any disturbance” he smirked at you. He turned your body around and brought you down into his lap

He started to grind upwards so you felt how badly he needed you. You had to admit the feeling was nice and really got you turned on as well. His large hands start roaming your body Over your blouse.

Coming up to cup your breasts and give them a good squeeze. His fingers coming to unbutton the shirt all the way down. He sat you on the desk where he stood towering above you.

He cupped your face and brought you into a passionate kiss. He poured in just how much he needed you at that moment. You delicate digits tangle in his brown tresses, making the kiss deeper. He hooked one of your legs over his hip as he ground on you. You throw your head back moaning, he took this chance to attack your neck. He even left behind a few marks in his wake.

“D-Dazai..“ you whimper out 

“Yes love?“ he knew he broke you, he looked at you trying to hide his sly smile.

“We do this now and quick or we don’t at all“ you pull him closer by the hem of his pants. He smiled down at you as he started to undo your pants and vise-versa. Once your pants were pooled on the floor he spread your legs further admiring the view. He started palming you feeling heat come off you, sending shivers down your back.

You return the favor by palming his bulge pulling a groan from him. You always thought he was the perfect size. He was above average but not exaggerated, girth was just enough to stretch you out deliciously. It had this very slight curve that always hit your sweet spot head on

Yup. Perfect 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you want this just as bad as i do“ he chuckled starting to pull your panties. your warm skin hitting the cold desk

“Turn around for me princess“ he whispered into your ear. You hop off the desk and bend over it. Meanwhile Dazai took out his stiff member and pumped himself a bit. His hand came down in a spank to your cheek, giving it a squeeze.

He worshiped every part of your body, but some days he concentrated on one part more. Like today it was your ass.

Some days he’s a boob man, others your thighs but, today he was an ass man. He loved how it jiggled and how it felt in his grasp. His hands grip your hips as he rut himself against you. The warm feeling making you ache for him, he as right, you did want this just as bad

“You ready Y/N?“ he said as he aligned himself. 

“Please Dazai“ you plead pushing back against him. He slowly pushed himself into you, his hand making your back arch more. He leaned back as he thrusts into you, seeing himself disappear. He found his pace as he thrusted into you and you rocked yourself against him.

“P-please Dazai..“ you mewl through your lips. You wanted him to go faster than he going. He always called sex ‘Making love’ because it was just better to say. But this was a quickie, so of course you wanted him to pound into you.

“What is it.. princess?” he grunts leaning down further to feel you closer. 

“P-please..fuck..fuck me..harder!“ 

He LOVED when you talked dirty like that. “Don’t worry love, I’ve got you covered” he knew when you needed him desperately and now was an example. He took a hold of your shoulders, looping from under your body and hooking his hands he started to pound into you faster than before. The angle causing his tip to hit you g-spot on target.

“AAHH MMMM O-OH YES!“ you cried out 

“F-Fuck..ugh I’m going to cum…cum with me..princess“ he said through his own grunts

All it took was a matter of a few more thrusts and you were both tossed over the edge. The thought of doing it somewhere other than home, kinda thrilled you. You clenched around him more than usual and you heard him chuckle behind you

“Seems like you enjoyed this more than I did Y/N“ he started to dress and clean you both up. He handed you your pants and collected your things. Before you guys could exit Kunikida had walked in. Luckily you had your pants back on but your shirt was still not buttoned all the way 

Dazai stepped in front of you helping to block your disheveled state. Of course everyone knew he was too smart not to know what had happened. He sighed got what he needed and simply said 

“Dazai, you’re zipper is down“ he looked down to see it was true and quickly pulled it up. Dazai being himself always had a remark and replied with 

“Hey Kunikida, stop staring at my girlfriend’s boobs, I know they’re great but they’re for my eyes only“  you smack his back as he giggled and Kunikida rushed out of the building.

You were definitely not doing it here again.

......maybe other places but not here..

I hope you enjoyed this thank you for reading!!!❤️

[tardisman14]

Enchanting: Chapter 2: Fear and Guilt

A novelized version of Enchanting Grom Fright, told from Amity’s pov. A look into what was going through her mind in that episode, with snippets of happenings in-between scenes. Told in 4 parts (3 main chapters, plus the prologue), rated to be safe, and obviously Lumity.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Woods outside Bonesbrough,

Late afternoon

“Remind us. How exactly do you know where Luz is living?”

“Long story, Em. Let’s just say I may have needed her and Eda’s help fixing a ...mistake I made.”

“Ooooooo! Little Miss Perfect needing help fixing a mistake? This has gotta be good.”

Amity was silent. If either of them were to find out about what she had done to Willow’s memories, they’d never let her hear the end of it. Luckily for her, they were coming up on the Owl House just then.

“So, this is where she’s staying.”

“I like it. Seems rather quaint.”

“Just stay here. I’m gonna go check to see if Luz is ready to start training.”

“HIYA, HOOT!”

“GAAAHHH!”

That’s right. Amity had forgotten about Eda’s ‘security system’. As well as the fact that it seemed to have NO sense of personal space.

“HERE TO SEE LUZ? SHE’S UPSTAIRS GETTING READY! I CAN TAKE YOU THERE, HOOT HOOT!”

“NO! Just tell her I’m here.” The last thing she needed right now was being covered in even more feathers than she had been in the last thirty seconds.

“ON IT, HOOT!”

While the bird-tube stretched its way to the second floor window, Amity headed straight inside. Upon heading upstairs, she heard what she recognized as Luz’s voice and opened the door it was coming from, assuming it must’ve been Luz’s room.

“Amity!”

“If that bird-tube ever talks to me again.... I'm going to destroy it.” It did not help that she was still trying to pick feathers out of her hair. “You ready to train?”

“What should I wear to Grom?” Amity then noticed the two ‘outfits’ Luz had picked out. “This one says, ‘witch with a dark side’. But this one says, ‘I'm an otter... with a dark side.’”

As much as Amity had grown to find Luz’s antics charming, she knew that now was not the right time.

“Luz, you need to take this seriously. If you can't defeat Grom, everyone on the island will have to live out their worst nightmare.”

“YOU WANNA HEAR MY WORST NIGHTMARE??” Well, she gave them fair warning.

What followed was a thrashing of pure feral rage as Amity laid into the annoyance of a house that was Hooty. It took Luz pulling them apart before she started to calm down.

“Okay, I think we should get on that training. Amity, let’s head outside. Hooty, I’ll have King bandage you up.”

“SHEESH!”

The two then went downstairs and noticed King sitting on the couch with some flash cards.

“King, I need you to take a look at Hooty. We had a little… incident.”

“Can’t you do it? I need to make sure my material for tonight is top notch.”

“I would, but something’s… come up. If you do it, I’ll make you that new scone recipe I found last week.”

“UGH… fine. But they had better be JUST for me! Last time I only got a few because you had Willow and Gus over.”

“I’ll make sure to mark them.”

With that, the demon reluctantly made his way upstairs to check on the bird tube. As the two made their way outside, Luz was greeted to the sight of Amity’s older siblings waiting.

“Ed? Em? What are you guys doing here?”

“They’re here to help train you.”

“We had originally planned to help Mittens here get ready” said Ed. “But she told us about your situation, so here we are!”

“That was SO sweet of you looking out for her like that.”

As much as Amity would love to have her siblings embarrass her around Luz, there was work that needed to get done.

“If we can focus, now. Grom will transform into your darkest fears. What are you afraid of, Luz?”

Amity noticed Luz hesitate to answer. So Ed spoke up.

“Wanna say our greatest fears? On three- one two... being alone forever!”

“Being stuck with you forever.”

Yeah. Of the twins, Amity definitely knew Ed to be the more clingy one.

“In preparation, I've made a list!”

Amity and the twins took a look at the list Luz handed her. The twins were quick to get started, and immediately started casting illusions. The first was a large version of Luz’s communication device with some guy on the display.

“Jerks online who wanna debate!”

Next was what looked like a cat with a human face. Wait, didn’t Amity read something somewhere about an entire dimension with those things?

“AAHH! No! Human souls trapped in cat bodies!”

Finally was a- ...carton of milk?

“NOOOO! I'm lactose intolerant!”

“Not enough.”

From some of the stories Amity had heard, many matches with Grom start out with small fears like this. But once Grom gets a hold of its victim, that’s when things really take a turn. This was not going to cut it.

“The reason I can't face Grom- it goes deeper than things that just gross me out. What's your real fear, Luz?”

Amity then saw Luz think for a few seconds, looking up at the house behind her.

“My real fear... is that Eda thinks I'm too fragile to do this! And if she's right, I'll never be a real witch!”

Alright. Fear of a mentor feeling less of their pupil. THIS was something they could work with. Ed and Em then combined their magic to make a large version of the Owl Lady herself.

“You're inadequate.”

They even managed to nail the voice. As much as they got on her nerves, Amity had to give them credit where credit was due.

The illusion then conjured up a high chair, which Luz was now sitting in, as well as a bib saying ‘weak baby’. Wow. This really did have an effect on Luz, didn’t it?

“Nooooo!”

It may be difficult for Luz, but Amity knew that this was their best chance of getting her ready for tonight.

“I get it. Ditch the yellow. *GASP*” 

Oh great. How’s Eda gonna react to a giant version of herself messing with her pupil?

“Is that supposed to be me? Dang, I look great. *chuckle*”

Apparently with self-admiration. Wow. Amity WISHED she had that level of self-confidence.

“Wait a sec- you're training to be Grom queen!”

“So what if I am!”

“You think training will help against Grom? Luz, you always go overboard and I end up bailing you out. Now, what's the fun in watching a kid get eaten by a monster if it’s my kid?”

“Well, maybe you'll have fun watching me defeat Grom!”

As much as Amity was grateful to Luz for volunteering to take her place, she knew Eda had a point. Seeing it firsthand, Luz did have a habit of jumping in head-first without thinking things through.

However, as Amity saw how low the sun was getting, she knew that they maybe only had less than a couple of hours before Grom started and the rest of them had to get ready, themselves. What they had managed to get done would have to do.

“Luz, I don't think you're ready, but we're literally out of time.”

“I’ll take it. *GASP* I just realized the PERFECT outfit to go with tonight! I gotta get ready. See you in a few hours!”

Well, at least Luz hadn’t lost any of her enthusiasm.

“*SIGH* I swear, the stress that the kid’s putting me through is making me age even faster.” Eda then turns to Amity. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

As Eda walked back into the house, Amity only had one response.

“Me too.”

---

Blight Manor,

30 minutes before Grom

Amity took one last look at herself before she and the twins left for the dance. She had decided to go with a dress that was, in her opinion at least, rather simple. After the day she had, the last thing she wanted was any attention on her.

As Amity was about to leave, she noticed the note on her desk. The one she had written that morning in hopes of asking Luz to be her date tonight. The thing that had started this whole mess. She wondered. Could this whole situation have been avoided if she had never written the note to begin with? Would she have not been as worried about going up against Grom if her mind hadn’t gone to the thought of what she would do if Luz turned her down? Would Luz have not had to worry about what was going to happen tonight if Amity hadn’t been so willing to let Luz fight her battles for her?

Whatever might have been, it was too late to do anything about it now. But there was one last question going through Amity’s mind. Would it still be too late for her to find out how she really feels? She then made the decision to bring the note with her just in case. Maybe if tonight went well enough and any worries about Luz not being able to handle Grom were for nothing, she could still work out how she really saw Luz.

Grabbing the note, she went downstairs where Ed and Em were waiting for her. Unsurprisingly, they had decided to color coordinate their outfits. Twins. Anyway, now that their sister was finally ready, the three of them headed out the door, ready for the night’s festivities. ...well, mostly ready.

As they walked, while Amity could hear her siblings discussing how they each planned to spend the evening with their respective dates, her mind was elsewhere. All she was hoping was that tonight wouldn’t turn out to be a total disaster. Not just for her, but for Luz as well. This was going to be the human’s first dance in the Boiling Isles, and it was going to be spent fighting a monster that feeds off of your worst fears. Maybe she should talk to Luz beforehand, just to make sure that she really was ready.

---

Hexside gymnasium,

Grom

It was still relatively early in the night, but seemed as if this year’s Grom was already in full swing. Amity could already see some couples on the dance floor, while others went to get their Grom pictures taken by the photographer. While Ed and Em waited for their dates on the dance floor, Amity decided to go looking for Luz, but was soon approached by Principal Bump.

“Ah, Miss Blight. Glad you could make it.”

Amity still didn’t know how he could remain so positive knowing that there was a chance Grom could escape that night.

“I must admit, I was skeptical when Luz first came to my office saying that she wanted to volunteer to take your place. But as soon as she mentioned that you would be training her personally, I knew that she was in good hands.”

Great. As if the pressure Amity was feeling that night wasn’t high enough.

“Anyway, hope you enjoy your night!”

Alright. Amity REALLY needed to find Luz. She looked all around the gym, but the human was nowhere in sight. However, she did see Willow making corsages for some of the couples. She supposed that it wouldn’t hurt to ask if she knew where Luz might be. Plus if she was being honest, it would be nice to talk a bit with her old friend, even if they were both still getting used to the idea of possibly becoming friends again after all these years.

“Hey, Willow. Having fun?”

“Amity. Hi. Yeah, things are going well so far.”

“Great. ...”

“...”

“That’s a nice dress you have.”

“Thanks! My dads actually helped pick it out. I like yours, too.”

“Thanks. ...So, have you by chance seen Luz? I need to check with her on something.”

“Oh yeah. She told Gus and I about volunteering to take your spot. I think I saw her a few minutes ago in the hallway.”

“Thanks.”

As Amity was about to head for the hall, she stopped for a moment.

“Hey, I know it’s only been a few days since we’ve started to make some progress. But… can I get your opinion on something?”

“Uh… sure. What’s on your mind?”

“...Do you think it was wrong of me to let Luz take my place? I mean, I’m very grateful to her for wanting to help me out. But at the same time, I’m feeling kind of bad the reason she’ll be facing Grom is because I was too afraid. Should I have done more to dissuade her from doing it?”

There was silence for a moment. Amity waited for Willow to start chewing her out for putting Luz in potential danger. But to her surprise, Willow simply placed a hand on her shoulder and spoke calmly.

“Look. I get any worries you might have right now. But I think you and I both know that once Luz sets her mind on something, there’s not a whole lot to convince her otherwise. I mean, it was because of her persistence that we’re starting to repair our bond, right?”

“...yeah, that is true.”

“Also, from what I’ve seen, even when things have gotten bad for Luz, she’s always been full of surprises. I take it you’ve seen it as well. Plus, if things do get out of hand, Principal Bump asked Eda to chaperone tonight. I seriously doubt she’d let anything serious happen to Luz in her watch.”

That’s right. Amity had forgotten that Eda was there tonight. If those claims about her being the most powerful witch in the Boiling Isles were to be believed, maybe there was less to worry about after all.

“But hey. I think it’s still really sweet that you’re this worried about Luz. It really says a lot about how far you two have come. Although, maybe try not to show it as much around her. If she sees that you’re worried about something, then SHE might start to get worried. And I don’t think any of us want that.”

“Yeah, good point.”

Just then, the lights in the gym started dimming, and they could hear Gus’ voice over the mic on stage.

“Ladies, gentlemen, and assorted demons! It's almost time for our main Grom event. Please, please, take a seat, and be aware that the first three rows are designated splash zones.”

Amity knew that it wouldn’t be much longer before the battle. She had to talk to Luz while she had the chance.

“Hey, I gotta go find Luz. Thanks for the talk Willow. It really helped.”

“No problem. Also, if you need any other advice regarding Luz, just let me know.”

“What?”

“Oh, nothing!”

As Amity started to walk towards the hall, she wondered. Was there a chance that Willow knew? Could her recent behavior around Luz really be that obvious?

Once she made it to the hallway, she looked at the note she brought with. Part of her started to wonder if it would even be fair to ask Luz at this point. Willow was right about not wanting to make Luz worry. Would asking her now just put more in her mind for Grom to use against her? Just then, Amity heard footsteps and put the note away. She looked up and saw Luz standing in front of her.

“I'm not sure if it's nerves or if I accidentally drank some milk, but something's making my stomach squirm.”

“You look nice. Strange, but... nice.”

It was true. While the combination of the outfit wasn’t your… typical choice for an event like this, there was something rather charming in how unique it was. Amity thought, in a way, it was the perfect outfit for Luz to wear tonight.

“And, thank you, Luz. Honestly, I'm kind of amazed with how fearless you are. You've done things I could never do.”

“Hah, yeah, right! You goin' soft on me, Blight?”

“*chuckle* In your dreams.”

While Amity couldn’t quite explain it, being there at that moment, having this little talk with Luz, it all just felt… right.

“Now, introducing our Grom queen. You know her, you love her, you've... at least heard of her. Luz, the Human!”

Well, this was it. The moment of truth. Time to find out whether or not Luz was really ready.

“Wish me luck!”

As Amity watched Luz walk out into the gym, she couldn’t shake that feeling of guilt that had been with her that night. So much so, she could only get out one word.

“Luck.”

She really hoped that this wasn’t a mistake.

It must’ve been right around then that Gus pushed the button on stage. Amity could hear the arena opening up and saw the weapon racks rise up beside Luz. She decided to find a spot on the bleachers that was out of the way enough that she wouldn’t be noticed, but still close enough that she could easily make out Luz’s progress.

As Amity watched Luz go down into the area, weapon and glyphs in hand, she noticed Grom starting to take the form of those weird cats that were on Luz’s list. Luz seemed to be handling the situation pretty well so far. But Amity knew that this was just the beginning. The level of fear would only increase from here.

Minutes went by, and Luz still seemed to be going strong. Amity heard commentary being done by Gus and Principal Bump, as well as… some words being said by King. But she wasn’t really focusing on what they were saying. Right now, all of her attention was on Luz and Grom.

Amity then saw Grom start to transform into what looked like some sort of monstrous version of Eda. Wow. If this was supposed to be its interpretation of Luz’s worries about Eda not having confidence in her, maybe this really was Luz’s greatest fear. Hopefully that training they did earlier will pay off here and they can finally move on with-

Just then, Grom reached out to Luz’s head and… Wait. Something’s not right. It’s transforming again. This time into… a door? Amity sees the door start to open and… Hold on a second. Who is that?

[oumiyuki]

Kotori ends up gaining weight after being taken on far too many dinner dates with Honoka, and feeling super ashamed of herself, she tries and hide from Honoka for a bit while exercising in private. But when Honoka gets too lonely after a while, she asks Kotori about it, and tells her that she loves her no matter what!

KOTORI'S SECRETIVE DIET PLANS

Summary: Happy dating life means big smiles and laughs and lots of dates…and sometimes also gaining a little weight from all those dates. Kotori doesn’t like the number on the weighing machine or the excess squishiness on her belly. So she executes Kotori’s Secretive Diet Plans! 

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Words: 1.9k

Read me at fanfiction.net or AO3 too~

Author Notes

I LOVE KOTOHONO!!!!

*O* aahh, sometimes we just gotta shout out that love! Hehe~

I hope you like it, you who gave the prompt! ^w^

May you enjoy! XD

 "Uu..." Kotori worries at her bottom lip. Her golden eyes shimmering with sadness at the numbers displayed on the weighing scale.

A deeper frown as she places a hand on her belly to squeeze it.

"Honoka-chan...I think I'm gaining too much weight from all our dates..." The ash-brunette mumbles to herself since her Honoka was back in the gingerhead's own house, sure to be carefree and carelessly munching more snacks.

Kotori stares herself down in the mirror - worry morphing to determination as she slaps her cheeks twice. "I'm going to execute a secret plan to get back in shape so I can go on more dates with Honoka-chan!!"

The fluffy costume designer raises her balled fist to show her passion before she goes to her desk to pen down the schedule and diet plans.

Once done, she decides to add one more line on the top, with an asterisk and boxed up with cute orange ink, "[*A secret from Honoka-chan!]"

~~~

Week 1 Day 1

"Ko~to~ri~chan!!" The bubbly gingerhead hops by Kotori's table, smiles wide and absolutely endearing to the ash-brunette keeping away her study instruments.

"Yes, Honoka-chan?"

"Let's go on a date!" Honoka announces and Kotori's heart flutters.

"Ah, that..." Kotori was always quick to say yes to her girlfriend. But this time, she remembers that their dates tend to bring them to cafes, restaurants, picnics and snack shops and bakeries..!!

"Kotori-chan? Your hand froze." Honoka tilts her head to the side quizzically.

"Um! Honoka-chan...I just remembered I got something on so I can't go on a date with you today..." Kotori smiles sheepishly as she glanced at the clock; she should be carrying out her exercise regimen.

"Oh..." Honoka couldn't hide the disappointment as her smile fell from her face. It didn't take more than ten seconds for her to grin again though. "We can at least go home together?"

Kotori returns the smile and a nod. "Yes."

~~~

Week 1 Day 3

“Kotori-chan~” Honoka swings both Kotori and her hands up and down, spirits jolly and mind hopeful.

“Yes~?” Kotori responds with equal glee.

“Want to take a detour today? There’s this store-”

“Ah! I’m sorry, Honoka-chan…I promised my mum that I’ll help in the house…And I don’t want to get back late so…” Kotori wished she didn’t have to cut the gingerhead off. The sad puppy eyes Honoka gave her made her heart ache.

But this is all so she can keep up the diet plan! No additional calories just yet.

Honoka nods with a solemn smile. “Alright…I’ll try to ask you out another time then!”

Honoka pumps their joined hands up with determination and laughs. Kotori couldn’t help but join in before she was walked home.

 ~~~

Week 2 Day 2

“Aaahh!! I can’t take it anymore!!” Honoka whines and pouts at the mirror…and to her reflection as she was getting ready for school. “Kotori-chan…Why are you constantly too busy to go on dates with me!”

The gingerhead shakes her head, her hair fluttering about before it rests on her shoulders again and she adjusts her school ribbon.

“Did I do something wrong..?” Honoka hums thoughtfully before her lightbulb moment occurs – she’s going to sneakily follow Kotori to find out what her girlfriend has been up to!

.

.

.

After school rolls by and Honoka approaches her girlfriend’s table with what she thinks is a not-obviously-up-to-something-smile. “Kotori-chan~”

The ash-brunette smiles right back, always happy to see Honoka. “Yes?”

“Are you…free for a date or…shall we be on our usual?” Honoka straightens her back and positions her arm in a ninety degree angle meant for her partner to link arms with. “Knight Honoka escorting you home!”

Kotori giggles into her hand and slips her hand into Honoka’s waiting arms as she stands. “Mmm…~ Escort me home, dear Knight Honoka-chan.”

Honoka nods excitedly but as they were leaving the classroom – it hit her.

!! AAah!!! I should be following Kotori-chan not bringing her home!!

Kotori thankfully was looking straight ahead so she does not witness Honoka’s expressions changing all over the place.

Ah, but…if she immediately said escort her home, means Kotori-chan is just busy with household chores..?

Honoka tilts her head up in thought.

Even though she just did a big cleaning yesterday?

Honoka closes her eyes for deeper thoughts as they rounded the bend and exited school grounds. Thinking long enough with the help of fresh air and still blue skies, Honoka decides.

Alright! I’ll hang around on the outside and pop by inside after to surprise Kotori-chan!!

The ash-brunette’s soft giggles bring Honoka back down to Earth. “Kotori-chan..?”

Kotori smiles right at her girlfriend. “It’s nothing~ Just your lost in thoughts look is so charming too~”

Honoka’s cheeks flush. “Ah…T-thank you…” Sudden compliments from Kotori and that smile just gets the gingerhead’s heart to beat erratically and blushes to form.

Kotori was all smiles all the way home.

~~

Honoka is easily distracted.

“Aww, kitty~ cute kitty~” Honoka coos as she played with a neighbourhood cat not noticing how much time has passed after she brought Kotori home.

The cat meows happily from the friendly ginger’s pats and messing around with them. However, as how cats are, they sing their own tune and decided to let out a single meow like, “I’m done playing.” And walked off.

“Aww~ No more playing?” Honoka waves goodbye.

Surprisingly, the white-and-black cat turned to give one more meow before it jumped onto the wall and disappeared on the other side.

“Nya~” Honoka mimics and stands up to stretch. “Mm… Now what was I going to do- AH. Kotori-chan!”

The ditzy leader of Muse finally remembers her agenda but it was already so late. Right on cue, her phone rang and she panicky says she’s on the way home for dinner.

Ahhh, guess I should do a better job at following Kotori-chan tomorrow!!

 ~~~

Week 2 Day 3

Honoka sleeps in. Snuggled under her blankets until Yukiho’s voice boomed loud and clear, her little sister’s head poked into her room. “Onee-chan, you’re gonna be late for school!”

“Uwaaa!!” Honoka wakes with a start and clumsily falls out of bed, kicks off the blankets still hugging her legs and hurried to get ready. “Thanks, Yukihoooo!!”

The younger redhead shakes her head with a smile. “When Kotori-san doesn’t wake you, this is what happens.”

 ~~

Honoka got to school alright and she went through the school day as per normal, smiling when the end of school arrives.

I’ll pretend to be the busy one today!

“Honoka-chan.” Kotori approaches first with a sheepish smile. “I have somewhere else to be, so you don’t have to escort me home today…”

“Ah! That isn’t a problem. I’ve…got something on too!” Honoka averts her gaze with a chuckle and scratched the back of head.

“That’s good.” Kotori was relieved to hear that Honoka had plans else she’d feel bad for leaving Honoka alone again. “See you tomorrow, Honoka-chan.”

“See you~” Honoka waves Kotori goodbye before following her.

~~~

“Eh?” Honoka blinks twice as she looked around and up the long flight of stairs.

Kanda Shrine?

Honoka walks along the wall and hides as she watched Kotori appear in gym clothes and begun stretching.

Kotori-chan…is this extra training? You could’ve called me along…

Honoka pouts as she continued observing the ash-brunette finish up her stretches and begun runs up and down the long stairway of Kanda Shrine. Honoka wasn’t counting but she’s quite sure an hour has passed before Kotori finishes up.

She’s working so hard…and here I am-

Honoka stops when she hears her girlfriend’s voice.

“Haa…Somehow it doesn’t seem like it’s working out yet…” Kotori touched her tummy as she mumbled softly to herself.

Honoka could hear because she was channelling all of her focus to listen.

What’s not working out..? The workout-

Honoka gets cut off another time when she hears her girlfriend speak once more.

“It’s just the beginning. Kotori, no giving up! This is so we can go on more dates with Honoka-chan!” The fluffy costume designer kept her pumped fist and went to pick up her bag.

For more dates with me…

Before Honoka could try to comprehend Kotori’s intentions of all the running and avoiding hanging out with her, the gingerhead hurried to follow Kotori again.

~~

Now standing before Kotori’s house, Honoka got a feeling she should confront Kotori today.

It’s now or never!

The Leader of Muse nods to herself and opened the doors with the spare keys Kotori gave her, saying she feels safe knowing Honoka can come find her anytime she likes.

“…One! …Two! …Three!”

Honoka could hear Kotori’s voice and she peeked into the ash-brunette’s room to find Kotori doing push-ups. And after a good twenty, the ash-brunette started other reps. Honoka’s jaw fell agape.

Is Kotori-chan trying to muscle build!?

The gingerhead wondered how to react to a muscular Kotori instead of her sweet, gentle looking one. Honoka shook her head and the image off.

R-Regardless…Kotori-chan should know I’ll support her decision.

Honoka doesn’t think twice and opens Kotori’s door just as the girl was taking a drink of her sports drink, seeing Honoka, she chokes on the liquid.

“Ahh, Kotori-chan!!” Honoka panics and rushes over to pat Kotori’s back. “Are you okay..? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Hawawa, what do I do? What do I do?

Kotori shakes her head. “It’s okay…Honoka-chan. Why are you here though?”

Honoka looks into Kotori’s soft golden eyes, missing those long gazes. “Why I’m… OH!! Kotori-chan!! Please stop avoiding me!! I’ll die if I don’t get to spend more time with you, Kotori-chaaan!!”

I don’t want to only get to see you home. I need to get to spend hours on end with you!!

Kotori was surprised by the sudden outburst and cute, teary puppy dog eyes from her dear Honoka. Kotori smiles patiently. “Honoka-chan…”

Ah, and-

“You’ve got my full support to becoming buff and muscular!” Honoka takes her girlfriend’s hands into her own to squeeze. Her determined and supportive look on her face.

“B-Buff? Muscular..?” Kotori tilted her head to the side confused.

Honoka pursed her lips. “Isn’t that why you’re secretly training?”

“Ah, no! That’s not…” Kotori lowers her gaze to stare at the yoga mat. “It’s because…I gained weight from all the dates we’ve been on… And…”

Honoka gives Kotori’s hand another squeeze of encouragement.

“And I don’t want to be too dat that you won’t like-”

Honoka gently lets go and puts her hands on Kotori’s shoulder, her expression serious. “I’ll love you even if you’re fat. I know you’ll do the same for me…”

Honoka smiles softly, earnest ocean-blue eyes searches her favourite golden eyes for that assured gleam.

“Honoka-chan…”

“Plus, I still rather you’d tell me.” Honoka puts on an indignant pout. “I’ll do my best to help! Our dates don’t always have to be food and snuggles!” The gingerhead’s expression switches to a big dorky smile, shoulders relaxed.

It was infectious. Kotori smiled her sweet and gentle smile, the tense in her shoulders lost too. “Honoka-chan…~ (heart)”

Kotori wraps her arms around Honoka’s waist and Honoka does the same, leaning over, their foreheads touching. “I love you, Kotori-chan.”

“I love you too, Honoka-chan… (heart)”

They stayed close in each other’s arms for a long time, glad to be in each other’s warm love until Kotori decides they can indulge a little on dinner before they switch up from a solo diet plan to a Girlfriends Diet Plan.

 Author Notes

HonoKotoooooooo~~ *O*

I’m remembering more and more just how much I love this two lovebirds. TwT Not to say I forgot but I certainly was feeling worried about being unable to write! Be it due to some sort of magical force or because of the lack of time @v@

A-Anyways!! I hope y’all enjoyed this~ :D

Leave me a comment if you like!! :D That would help me BIG time~ hehe~

And catch you next chappie of Honoka and Kotori’s laifu (life)~ ^w^  

[ella-se-vuelve-loca]

Dirty Talk | Zabdiel De Jesús

I’M BACK! I’VE GOT SOME ZABDIEL SMUT COMING YOUR WAY

Warnings: SMUT! Phone sex in public, some teasing (+18)

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“Hola, mi amor.” Zabdiel greeted me through his phone. “Hola Zabdi.” I chuckled. “Ontas?” He asked while I was walking down the street. “Out, about to meet up with some friends.” Zabdiel went to the studio early in the morning. However, judging by his tone, I don’t think he was gonna come home and give me cuddles and sweet kisses like he normally would. The reason? Well, I may have sent him some pictures.. of myself.. telling him about how wet I was just thinking about him and how he’s not home to take care of me. The vibrator can only do so much, but I prefer something long, thick and can fill me up, if you catch my drift. 

“Well... look at you. Being so brave and daring. Listening to me say naughty things in your ears as you’re walking around. I wonder... look at all those people you right now.” He’s not seriously going to do this, is he? I looked around at all the people around me. “What about them?” I asked him. “Do you think they know about all the filthy things I’m going to be saying to you? Do you think that they can tell how much.. how much you’re turned on right now?”

His voice sent chills down my spine. It was so smooth.. calm and hot. Oh no. “Do you think that they could see your hard nipples through your t-shirt? Do you think that they could see that you’re ever so slightly clenching your thighs together?” I cleared my throat. “Zabdi, baby, wh - what are you doing?” I asked, but he ignored me and continued. “Do you think that they can tell that you just want to let a hand just snake down between your legs just so you can cup yourself and add some delicious pressure against your pussy?”

I heard soft moans on the other end of the call. Is he..? Oh.. my God. “And you can remember all those delicious things we did together. Those wonderfully terrible things what we did to each other’s bodies. I remember how we moved together and I wanted to remind you of it. About how my mouth moved and how my tongue flicked out against your skin.” He moaned out. Oh this is not fair. I bit my lip and looked around, afraid if people could somehow hear our conversation.

“And how I gripped your body and I gripped your hips as we moved together..” I slowed my walking as I listened to each and every word he was saying to me. My breath started to become a little heavier with everything coming out of his mouth. “Baby..” I sighed out, wanting nothing more than to find somewhere to go and touch myself. “Just don’t give away what I’m saying to you. Don’t react.. just feel inside what my voice does to you.”

I wasn’t expecting him to call me and tease me like this. Little fucker. “I bet you wanna be touching yourself like I am right now. I wish I could be touching you..” My breath hitched in the back of my throat and thought about how good his fingers are when they’re inside of me. “Do you think that they can’t tell from your labored breathing what you’re thinking?” I bit my lip as I looked around to see if anyone was looking at me. “Zabdiel..”

“Don’t give the game away, it’s gonna be our dirty little secret.” His moans on the other end becoming more and more softer and whinier. He’s close. I know he is. “You want me to cum, don’t you? You want to hear me cum for you.. but I can’t, not yet. Not until you tell me that I can. So even though you’re in public, I wanna hear you say it. Tell me that I can cum for you.. please..”

Scared that people might hear me, I whispered it to him. “Cum for me, baby..” He chuckled. “I need you to say it louder..” I cleared my throat, looked around me and spoke. “Cum for me Zabdiel. Please cum for me..” I could hear him whimpering and his breathing become heavier. “Ughh g - gracias mi amor.. aahh it feel s - so good..” I could picture his cum dripping down onto his hand and shooting onto his stomach. Fuck, I wish I stayed home. 

“Don’t react, just listen to the s - sound of my.. my voice mmm..” I coughed, covering the moan that wanted to slip out of my mouth. My thighs slightly squeezed together as I continued walking. “I know you wanna cum for me too, but not.. not quite yet. You’re gonna have to wait for a little bit longer to get yours, but when you do, I wanna know. I want you to torture me a bit like I’m doing with you right now.”

Oh that little shit. Fine. Game on. “Aahh.. nothing like a little bit of teasing in public. I know you love it and so do I.” He chuckled. “I’ll see you when you get home, princesa. I love you.” I know he’s smirking on the other end of the phone, I just know it. He hung up the phone and I could not stop thinking about what had just happened. My pussy throbbed as I thought about cancelling on my friends to go home and fuck Zabdiel. But before I could even lift up my phone to call them, they found me.

“(Y/N)! It’s been so long!” I heard my friends call me as they got closer. Oh fuck.. it’s going to be a long day.

**

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[kristallioness]

Rise from the ashes

Summary: A restless night brings back disturbing images of war and forces the married couple to think about the safety of their future.

Word count: 3,336

Author's note: I've seen 2 documentaries about what's been happening to the rohingyas in Myanmar/Birma and can sum it up with one word that their entire government and army are denying: genocide. It is genocide and literal hell over there and I feel so upset/mad because I can't do anything to help those people. The rohingyas basically have no human rights anymore because of what the army has done to their villages, their homes and families, simply because they're muslims (of a different religion). This just.. let me just raise awareness by writing a story, which hopefully helps me cool down a little. This story also talks about what it feels like to be a part of a culture with a very small population, who's still targeted by a certain bigger country, and whose people fear another war breaking out and them getting wiped out completely. (Hint: it's my homeland.) I've thought about this quite a few times - how Aang can imagine what happened to his people (or what horrors they saw) based on his own experience, when he had to fight Ozai during the comet. He saw what those firebenders were capable of. Despite his victory and the end of the war, these war atrocities that they saw aren't forgotten so easily. He probably had nightmares about it later in life. Also, I was inspired by some of the stuff I've read in "Imbalance: Part One" and @tashiandnima. *promotes*

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His big ears picked up high-pitched screeches similar to those of the fat, fluffy bird native to the foggy swamp. But the cushiness of his pillow felt too appealing to leave. That is, until his nose caught a whiff of some strange sort of meat being grilled. The air nomads were known to be strictly vegetarian. Something was off.

Aang released a long yawn while slowly getting up from bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with one hand. Beads of sweat stuck to the back of it when he wiped his forehead.

The beginning of the third summer month had been rather hot, considering the heavy showers that'd cooled off the Southern Air Temple merely a week ago. Staying in the sleeping quarters felt like being cooked alive in a heated oven right now.

Once his blurry vision had sharpened, his grey eyes gazed out the window, where they were met with the welcoming of a crimson sky filled with clouds. Tiny pieces of hot cinders were hopping over the windowsill and landing into the room, glowing like tens of fireflies until they were extinguished on the floor from lack of material to keep them burning.

Small flames flung in the air outside, accompanied by a sizzling sound and followed by the same screeches from earlier. Plumes of smoke were visible further away, rising higher than the Patola Mountains. This was serious - the temple was on fire.

Aang quickly grabbed his staff, opened it into a glider and flew outside. He had no idea he'd just jumped out of the frying pan and straight into the fire.

A welding noise deafened his hearing, but warned him of an incoming shot of massive firebending that he barely managed to dodge, which forced him to crash-land in the courtyard down below. The hastily formed air cushion softened the impact to the ground, but Aang was far from finding safety.

He could barely make out the wavering figures of twelve Fire Nation soldiers, who hadn't noticed him until he fell into their encirclement. They would've killed him on the spot if he hadn't reacted fast and airbended a round shield around himself to block their simultaneous blasts.

The spinning air tossed the large flames around, inadvertently redirecting the attack towards some of the soldiers, who had to run further away or defend themselves against their own fire.

"Aang, run!"

He let the shield dissipate and, while the soldiers were distracted, he ran faster than the wind to search for a hiding place right behind the south wall. Aang had recognized the voice of the man who'd saved him, but he didn't dare to look back to see what happened next.

He plopped on the ground and looked around the burning surroundings in confusion. What was happening? How did the firebenders find their temple? Why were they attacking them? This had to be a nightmare, it just had to be.

The screeches emanating from the other side of the temple became much clearer with each passing second. Those definitely didn't belong to a bird like he'd assumed. Someone, several children were screaming for help. His friends.. where were they?

Aang's curiosity got the better of him and he had to peek, but he wished he didn't.

"Get to your bison! We'll hold them off."

The monks were trying to clear a path for the young ones so they could evacuate on their similarly panic-stricken companions. The blood-red sky became filled with roars as the bison soared through the streams of fire coming from the ground, which guided them right back down towards the invaders.

Aang ducked back behind the wall just as some of the bison started to fall from the sky when they were shot down. He could see the other boys hanging onto them for dear life, some jumping off the saddle before the animal hit the ground, running away from the firebenders who began hunting them down.

The heavy thuds shook the earth beneath his feet as the huge corpses hit the ground one by one. He had to lose focus on counting the number of injured or.. deceased bison. Hearing the horrific screams of the boys, little boys exactly like him, fading away and being replaced with new ones was tearing his heart apart. He could only imagine them getting caught in the fire and suffering a slow, burning death.

Aang curled up, shut his eyes and covered his ears to block those awful sights and sounds. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he desperately wished for all of this to stop. He wanted to help everybody, but walking back out there would mean certain death. They needed him, he was the Avatar. He had to do something.

He ceased his crying when he heard Monk Gyatso urging some of the firebenders to follow him somewhere. Aang grabbed his staff and ran out in the open. He spotted his mentor leading a huge group of Fire Nation soldiers inside the meditation tent. Nothing happened for a couple of seconds.

Suddenly, flames began flying out through the drapes, setting the cloth on fire. The grown men grunted at the beginning, their grunts soon replaced with weird coughs that sounded like they were choking on something, and after that.. silence. This pattern rippled at least thrice before it was cut off by a sharp scream that sank Aang's heart.

His knees wobbled and he collapsed to the ground, dropping his staff next to him with a clunk. The world as he knew it was falling apart around him. His home, his friends, their pets, the elders.. they got to Gyatso.

Aang could hear a second wave of soldiers marching towards him. He looked up at them in disgust, tears welling up in his eyes. He hung his head and released a bellowing roar that echoed a thousand lifetimes' worth of rage. The firebenders stopped at the sight of the airbender kid, whose eyes and tattoos began to glow. They'd just found their target.

Aang entered the Avatar State and attacked the Fire Nation soldiers, knocking dozens of them off the mountain top with a single blow of airbending. His air spout carried him high above the battlefield towards the front of the temple.

The strong winds scattered some of the fire blasts directed towards the young air nomads running away from the troops. The firebenders halted their fire for a moment before shooting it all towards the Avatar instead of the other boys, who stopped in their tracks to see what was going on.

"It's Aang!"

"He's here!"

The kids pointed fingers at him as fear was replaced with hope, but Aang couldn't hear them cheering him on. The Avatar State had complete control of his actions. He didn't notice the other young airbenders start taking down more firebenders to help him liberate their home from the invaders together.

"Come, we must help the Avatar!" the remaining elders declared, doing everything they could to protect Aang from harm. Some of them were hit, others burnt alive on the spot. Each time a fellow air nomad took their last breath, Aang's wrath grew, but his vigilance faded.

His own breath hitched when he received a hard blow to the back by something that resembled a large whip, except with a furry tip. The air spout holding him up disappeared. He was in free fall.

Something appeared to be flying circles around him as he descended through the clouds. Aang's glowing eyes met a pair of angry golden ones that shined through the fog before the creature revealed itself. It was a blue dragon, diving right after him together with the man riding on his back.. Sozin.

Aang tried to turn himself right side up to fight back against the elderly Fire Lord, but his dragon continued delivering several hits with its tail and wings, making him lose balance and spin around uncontrollably. A moment later, just before he could fall to the ground, the beast opened its mouth and breathed fire at him. Aang could only see the bright flames as he was engulfed by them.

"Aahh!" he exclaimed as he sat bolt upright, still panting after the terrifying encounter. When he opened his eyes, the blood-red sky was replaced with utter darkness. He couldn't hear the screams of his friends or the monks anymore, the much bigger bedroom remained quiet. The summer heat was gone and his bare skin was caressed by the cool winter air intruding through the small gap left between one of the windows.

Two arms came sliding across his chest and over his shoulders, enveloping him in a gentle embrace. A warm, slightly wet nose rubbed against his shoulder.

"It's okay, Aang. It was just a bad dream."

Was it really just a bad dream, or simply a painful reminder of the past? The airbender lowered his head and broke down in tears at the sound of his wife's soothing voice, which had brought him back to reality. He covered his eyes to hide it. He was back home on Air Temple Island.

"Shh.. I'm here. We're both here, sweetie," Katara hushed him, giving him as much time as he needed to process his emotions. The 'we' referred to both her and the tiny miracle of life growing inside her for the past few months.

Aang shifted a little so he could return her hug, careful not to squeeze her too tight since the soft fabric of her tunic, which covered her belly bump, was rubbing against his own. He sought comfort from her by burying his face into the crook of her neck, crying into her shoulder for a while.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

She wanted to know what storm was raging in his mind, her voice filled with concern. It must've been something really bad if he sobbed like that. She didn't want him to suffer alone. Katara sensed how he answered with a nod.

She pulled away and cupped his face in her hands, tenderly running her fingers over his cheeks to dry the last of his tears. He sniffed and took a deep, calming breath.

"It was horrible, Katara. I-I saw the air nomads, the sky bison. I saw my friends, Monk Gyatso.. they were all being burnt to death by firebenders. It was the day Sozin's Comet arrived a hundred years ago. Except that.. I was there."

"Oh, Aang.."

This time, she was the one who gave him a tight hug.

"Is there something I can do?" she whispered into his ear.

"Yeah.. just, hold me."

And she did. Katara let her hands rub up and down on his back, her fingertips running over the edges of the scar in the middle of his spine. She planted a couple of kisses on his shoulder, one hand coming up to the nape of his neck to hold him close. She felt his body shudder as he let out another shaky breath.

"Come.. come here," she urged him, slowly pulling him onto the mattress as she lay down together with him. Her hand snaked around his neck to bring his head down on the soft pillow that was her chest. The other one skidded across his arm until it found its way into his own. She laced her fingers with his, raising their entwined hands to her lips to give a peck on the small arrow on the back.

"You're safe here. I'll protect you," she murmured while he snuggled up to her side. She gave a second kiss on the light blue stripe connecting to the bigger arrow on his forehead.

"Thanks, Katara."

She promised herself to keep an eye on him until he fell asleep. She watched the changes in the expression on his face. Aang seemed rather thoughtful the entire time, not willing to close his eyes.

He slowly untangled their fingers one by one, then tiptoed over her ribcage and pressed his palm above her heart. Katara figured that focusing on the strong, steady beats and her even breathing would calm his mind, reassuring him of her presence.

She attempted to lay her hand above his own, but it slipped away before she could. His hand hovered over her breast and landed on her stomach, where it started rubbing circles around her belly button. Katara frowned when he went on for more than a minute. She clasped his hand to stop him.

"What is it? Are you worried about the baby? Because everything was fine during tonight's healing session-"

"No, it's not that. I'm glad that everything's okay, but it's just.. Sometimes I think about the awful things that some people are capable of doing. You know, terrorism.. war.. genocide. How can we possibly bring a child into a world that's so.. cruel?"

Aang didn't expect her to release a long, content hum as she fondly nuzzled her nose against his bald head, squeezing him in her embrace. Her confidence was infectious.

"We can, because we've worked so hard to make our world a safe and peaceful place for everybody to live in. You've worked so hard. Republic City is a testament to that."

"I guess you're right.." he sighed, a tad too sadly for Katara's liking.

What once was known as Cranefish Town had grown so much in size during these past few years. Ever since the young couple had decided to build their nest on that small island across the bay to keep a watchful eye on the progress. Establishing the first police force, fire department and hospital helped in maintaining order and improving the welfare of its citizens. But it was far from the dream Aang had for what it would become.

A hand came up under his chin and scratched at his short beard, gently beckoning him to lift his face a little so she could gaze into his stormy grey eyes. The worst was over and serenity started to prevail.

"Hey, it may not be perfect, but it's the right way. Founding this capital is a really important step towards the future. A better, safer future for our children."

"Child-ren? Plural?" he wondered playfully, making his wife giggle.

"I don't see why not. We'll fill our baby's world with kindness.."

Her finger ran along his lips, tugging at the corner of his mouth to form a smile.

"And compassion.."

Katara caressed his cheek with the back of her hand, as if she was wiping away invisible tears, or drying up the ones he'd shed after he woke up.

"And most importantly, love."

She closed her eyes and leaned forward to offer him a kiss. She nipped at his bottom lip before pulling away slowly, longingly, her diamond blue eyes shimmering in the darkness like the stars at night. The coolness and stillness reflecting from them helped settle the remnants of unease.

"And we'll teach our baby to do the same. To make the world a better place. Just like we've done so far."

Aang smiled at that thought for a mere moment before his smile faded away.

"But.. what if it's above our heads? What if another power-hungry dictator came to rule and tried to wipe out another culture?"

He took her silence as her pondering over that reality. It hadn't even been a decade since they'd discovered other southern waterbenders besides her and she'd ceased being the last descendant of that part of her culture. To say that she felt relieved would be an understatement. She felt ecstatic, and he hoped to share that excitement with her a second time one day. When a new airbender would be born.

But the fear that something similar might happen to his or any other culture in the future, including Katara's, still lingered in his mind whenever these painful memories were brought up. This time, they were brought up by a nightmare.

Katara's answer was simple, yet determined.

"No. As long as we're around, as long as the Avatar is around, it'll never happen again. Not to your people, not to my tribe, not to my sister tribe, not to the United Republic, not even to the Earth Kingdom or the Fire Nation."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because we'll teach the next generation to make sense of our past, so they can uphold our legacy. If they know what happened and they understand why it happened, they can learn from the mistakes of their predecessors and they'll know how to prevent such tragedies from ever happening again. And they can help the next Avatar maintain this delicate balance we've worked so hard to achieve."

Her wisdom was beginning to sound like his. Maybe it'd rubbed off on her, but Aang grinned at that idea. The possibility of their children helping his reincarnation, the next Water Tribe Avatar in line to protect the world. He knew he wouldn't be around to see it, but his chest would swell with pride if that came true. And he believed that Katara would be proud, too.

Her fingertips grazed his cheek while coming down to his jaw, raising it higher and asking him to look her in the eye.

"Besides, I would protect you or any other nation that's being attacked. And we'll teach our children to do the same. To understand where they come from and why it's important to help preserve different cultures. Our cultures."

Our cultures.. not his or her culture. Theirs. The way she'd emphasized it sounded like she considered them to be one people, which was actually true when Aang remembered what the guru had taught him. And coming from her mouth, it truly sounded endearing.

Katara laid her hand above his, the one that'd remained on her belly the entire time. She tenderly rubbed a small clockwise circle around the spot together with him.

"And we'll protect our baby at all cost. I won't let any harm come to this little fellow. No, I won't," she cooed in a silly voice, which made Aang chuckle.

"Heh, me neither. I'll do everything I can to protect our baby.. and you.. and the five nations, too. I'll protect all of you, promise."

He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze in return. The soon-to-be parents startled a little when the baby gave their entwined hands a kick.

"Did you feel that? I think he likes your promise."

"Or she might just want a breather. Don't worry, baby. Daddy's gonna leave you alone now so you can sleep in peace."

He withdrew his hand and propped himself up on his elbow, leaning over Katara's tummy to kiss the baby growing inside her good night.

She giggled as her husband snuggled up to her, pulling the blanket higher to keep them warm from the chilly, but fresh air. He glanced over his shoulder and airbended the small crack between the window more shut, so the temperature in the room wouldn't become too freezing.

She felt how his hand wriggled up under the sheets, slightly tickling her waist until he settled it back on her chest. The corners of his mouth rose once he could sense the subtle thumps of her heart beating against his palm. He blinked and looked up at her, the same loving smile decorating her lips as she laid her hand above his own.

"Thank you, Katara. For everything you said."

"You're welcome, Aang. Now, try and get some sleep," she murmured to him, her fingers caressing the back of his hand as he nuzzled his nose against the soft fabric of her tunic, letting his eyes fall shut.

"I'm right here for you, sweetie. Wake me up if you need anything."

"Okay.." he mumbled, finally allowing sleep to conquer him.

Katara pursed her lips to give him one last good-night kiss on the top of his head, after which she followed his example and fell asleep, her precious airbender safe and sound in her arms. She never let go of him that night, just like she'd promised.

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Your Name Remains The Same [2]

[a/n: ah I know y’all waited for this patiently and I didn’t want to make you wait any longer. I’m really excited for you guys to read this I have so many things planned aahh y’all aren’t ready. Imma stop rambling and let y’all get to it]

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[WARNING: This chapter does contain mentions of guns, a knife, and a self inflicted injury]

Pairing: Park Chanyeol/ [Fem] Reader

Genre: Angst, future fluff, maybe smut, some violence, Mafia! AU

Words: 1.9k

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7. Pt 8. Pt 9. Pt 10. Pt 11. Pt 12. Pt 13. Pt 14. Pt 15.

Panting heavily I looked around the room, my throat sore from yelling after Chanyeol. I noticed no cameras in the room, taking this as my chance to break free from my restraints. Biting down on the inside of my cheek I sucked in a deep breath, groaning at the pain coming from my hand as I dislocated my thumb. Feeling a tear slide down my face at the pain, slipping my hand out of the bindings, popping the bone in my thumb back in place. The adrenaline rushing through my body made the pain a bit more bearable as I rushed to undo the rope around my ankles. Getting up I quickly but quietly made my way over to the desk, thinking that this had to be Chanyeol’s office. I sighed in relief when I saw the dagger in the drawer, looking over at the clock on the wall, cursing to myself as I realized I had to stall for awhile longer.

-3 Months Ago-

“Y/N, meeting in five.” One of my coworkers called out to me.

I got up from my seat with a sigh, stretching slightly before walking over to the meeting room. Once there I could see all the other big shots workers in the room, the best we had to offer in fact. Seeing them all in the same room let me know how serious this meeting was, our boss standing at the front of the room.

“I called you all here because you’re the best detectives we have at our disposal, the best of the best if you will.” He paused for a second, his eyes roaming over the room, “There’s been a rise in crimes over the past year or so as I’m sure most of you are aware of. It’s gotten more and more severe in the last few weeks, burglaries turning into homicides, kidnappings that end with victims found dead with evidence of torture. Seeing as how multiple cases take place at the same time it leads us to believe a certain group of individuals are behind these crimes.”

“So we’re dealing with a gang?” Detective Lee asked, evaluating the folder that was placed in front of him.

I looked down at my own folder, going through the information. I furrowed my brows at the way these crimes were committed, “This is too sophisticated to be done by a lowly gang. They even displayed the bodies a certain way.”

“What else could this be then?” Detective Yoo asked, her eyes glued to the crime scene photos.

“Any suspects yet? We gotta have at least one person of interest.” Detective Min said.

“Nine actually. They seem to be very open with committing these crimes. They blatantly show their faces to any camera nearby.” The sergeant, our boss, explained.

He pressed a button on the little remote he had in his hands, the projector turning on and displaying nine faces. My eyes scanned through all of them, the color draining from my face as I recognized a few but one stood out the most.

“Sir...are you sure these are the men behind it?” I asked, having a hard time believing it.

“We have evidence collected from the crime scenes and various cameras captured them on tape. They’re very reckless but something tells me they don’t care about keeping their identities hidden, it’s almost like they’re taunting us.”

“I know them…”

At that everybody turned to look at me with wide eyes, “I...I went to high school with three of them...I even dated one.”

“Which one?” The sergeant asked carefully.

“Park Chanyeol….we broke up five years ago. Those two are his best friends.” I answered, pointing to Baekhyun and Jongdae.

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After that day we collected all the intel we could on all nine of them. As the investigation continued I realized that after Chanyeol and I broke up he fell off the wagon so to speak. He had been arrested for possession of a deathly weapon, burglary, assault, you name it, but every time he was arrested he was acquitted or the one pressing charges would suddenly drop them. With more digging we found out he was their leader, an informant letting us know that in just three short years Chanyeol had become of the most notorious mafia leader in the country.

It was no coincidence that I ran into Chanyeol on that day, we had it all planned out from the get-go. We had been tracking his movements for weeks, finding out that Chanyeol visited that very café at least four times a week. I had two other detectives in the café with me and three more outside in case anything went wrong. I knew that if Chanyeol saw me he would immediately start up a conversation; that was based on the assumption that the Chanyeol I once knew was still somewhere buried deep inside this new Chanyeol.

Snapping out of my thoughts I tiptoed over to the door, pressing my ear against it. I heard nothing on the other side but I knew there was at least one of them standing guard. I glance back at the clock; ten more minutes left. I had to keep up the act for another ten minutes until the rest of my team got here. Looking down at the necklace I was wearing I turned it over to see the small red light had turned blue, indicating that they were actually a lot closer than I thought.

Suddenly I heard loud footsteps approaching the room causing me to panic for a split second. I sat back in the chair quickly, wrapping the rope around my ankles loosely and doing the same with the rope that was around my wrists. I had just enough time to hide the dagger up my sleeve before Chanyeol bursts through the door.

“I don’t appreciate being lied to.” He seethed, his voice dropping several octaves.

“W-what?” I asked, make sure I let him hear the fear in my voice, or at least make him think it was fear.

“I just sent two of my guys to your place and there’s no one there.”

“N-no that--he has to be there. He was there when I left! Chan...our--our son-” I panicked, really letting the thought of my son going missing fester in my brain so the emotions seemed more real, “You--you have to find him, Chan. H-He’s all I have. My baby...my baby boy. Chan p-please you have to f-find my baby boy.”

I was sobbing at this point, really selling it and he bought it. He crouched down in front of me, grabbing my face in both his hands, “Hey, hey y/n it’s alright. It’s okay-”

“No it’s not! My son is missing!” I cried out, choking on a sob.

“Chanyeol we have a problem.” One of guys he had on watch outside the door said.

“It can wait.” Chanyeol said back through gritted teeth, turning his head to look at the man.

I looked up at the man, recognizing him as Kim Jongdae, the man I knew in high school. He refused to meet my gaze as he looked only at Chanyeol.

“It’s the feds.” Jongdae said, unaware that I was the reason they had found where they were hiding.

I could vaguely hear yelling coming from a different level in the house, Chanyeol’s attention diverting to that. I took the opportunity and slid the dagger out of my sleeve, bringing it up to Chanyeol’s neck. At the feeling of the cold piece of metal on his skin he turned back to look at me with wide eyes. I was no longer crying, my face void of any and all emotions as I spoke.

“Get up.”

“Y/n what-”

“I said get up!” I shouted, grabbing the scruff of his shirt and pulling him up as I got up as well.

I heard Jongdae make a move, quickly turning Chanyeol around so he was facing Jongdae. Putting the knife up against Chanyeol’s neck from behind and using him as a human shield.

“Don’t.” Chanyeol warned Jongdae, “Hurt her and I’ll end you.” He threatened him, Jongdae hesitating and putting down the gun he had pulled out.

“Go and help the others, I’ll deal with her.” Chanyeol ordered, Jongdae doing as he said.

“Oh so you’ll deal with me then?”

“Oh sweetheart, I’ll do more than just deal with you. Now, why don’t you put that knife down and we can talk about everything.”

I scoffed, kicking at the back of his knees, forcing him to kneel, “I don’t think so. Put your hands behind your back.”

Now it was his turn to scoff, a mocking smirk on his face, “I don’t remember you being this kinky Y/n.”

All the patience I had left in my body evaporated as I lent down so I could whisper in his ear, “Do it or else I’ll make sure they give you the death penalty instead of just a life sentence.”

With a tilt of his head he did as told. I pressed the knife against his throat with more force but not even to draw blood, “Try anything  and you’ll drop dead before you even have time to realize what’s going on.”

He simply sighed, shrugging his shoulders. I knelt down and grabbed the rope that was once tied around my ankles, using it to tie his hands together, “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law.”

“Wow, my Y/N sure has changed in just a short five years.” He spoke out, a smirk undoubtedly on his face.

“You have the right to an attorney. If you can not afford an attorney one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I just read to you? With this in mind, do you wish to speak with me?” I stated, ignoring him and reciting his Miranda Rights to him.

He only laughed at this, his body shake as burst of laughter left him. This irritated me immensely, grabbing onto his bicep and lifting him off the ground, “I take it you’re going to exercise your right to remain silent.”

“Actually, no. I do have something to say.”

“I’m all ears.” I said with a sigh.

He turned around to face me, the smirk still on his face, “You really think I didn’t know? My sweet and innocent Y/N has become Seoul’s best detective and you think I had no idea?” He laughed, throwing his head back as he continued to laugh hysterically.

“I didn’t become the most notorious mafia leader in the country to be bested this easily.”

I kept my face blank, refusing to show how taken aback I was by his words. Before I had the chance to say anything I felt something being pressed to the back of my hand, my body tensing up as I could only guess what it could be.

“Drop the knife.”

I cursed softly, doing as told and raising my hands above my head and turning around slowly to face the owner of the voice.

“It’s nice to finally see you after all these years. I’d really love to talk but I’m afraid Chanyeol and I have a prior engagement to attend to.” Baekhyun said, reaching out to tug Chanyeol towards him and untied the rope around his wrist.

“Did the others get out?” Chanyeol immediately asked.

Baekhyun nodded, Chanyeol turning to me one last time before walking right out the door with Baekhyun following him.

“He knew…” I said to myself, feeling defeated knowing that all the work we put in capturing them had gone to waste.

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tell me you love me. [myg/a]

Ahhhh, here it is, my first BTS fic! I hope you enjoy it! To be honest, I wasn’t even planning to write any fanfiction about BTS, but after reading every single angst out there my desires got to the best of me :( Please leave a note if you enjoyed <3 i hope it wasn’t too cliche, hehe!

title: tell me you love me.

genre: angst

1.3k words (omg it’s so short im sorry aahh)

The tension in the air is thick, suffocating as it wraps around the dining room, holding you and Yoongi in an ear-ringing silence that neither of you wants to break, too afraid that it will shatter the false feeling of neutrality, of peace that the two of you have struggled to keep for these past few months. It’s an unspoken truce for the musky cologne that’s not his that he smells as you slip into your bed at the dead of night. It’s a truce for the indigo bruises and red lipstick you find littered on his neck when Yoongi slips into your bedroom in the solemn night, swirled into a devastatingly beautiful pattern on his milky skin.  “We need to talk…” you whisper, your voice hoarse and broken as you interlace your fingers on the table. He keeps silent, his eyes looking into his lap, an undecipherable emotion written on his face. “Yeah.” “I… know about her.” you mutter, your voice barely audible even in the pin-drop silent apartment the two of you used to call your home. A bitter laugh escapes his lips, so cold and unusual of Yoongi, that a chill runs down your spine as his broken laugh echoes in the air. “And I know about him.” You struggle to keep your calm image from his simple sentence, your bottom lip trembling and a lump growing in your throat, tears threatening to spill over your lashes. Yet, you manage to prevent yourself from breaking down as his cruel, yet heartbroken eyes pierce your gaze. Attempting to steady your breath, you stare out the window. It’s an unnaturally sunny day outside, and the warm light shines through the open window and birds happily chirp outside, oblivious. “Y-Yoongi, I’m not going to deny anything that I did, and I’m not going to make any excuses either. I’m not even mad at you, but please just talk to me,” you say determinedly, not breaking your stare as he gazes at you. “Fine then,” he whispers in a harsh voice. “What would you like me to say? That I’ll excuse you for breaking my heart over and over? For coming home with another guy’s cologne on your skin? For sleeping in the same bed as me when you let another stranger kiss you, fuck you, hold you in his arms?!” Yoongi’s shouting now and the heartbreak is evident in his cracking voice, yet his gaze harshly pierces your body. You reach up to wipe warm, salty tears that you didn’t even notice were there, running down your cheeks and clouding your vision, and attempt to rub them away. “A-Ashley, I-” Yoongi falters, his stare now filled with remorse and guilt as he looks at your broken figure, knees pulled up to your chest, hands clenched at your side as you sit in silence. “Shit, are you okay?” “I’m fine,” you mutter, disgusted with yourself at how pathetic you are, crying when you promised yourself that you would be strong for the both of you. “I just wanted to say that I’m leaving.” The following silence aches, sending dull waves of pain to your chest, and every single second passing feels endless. Yet, what hurts the most is the impassive look his beautiful eyes give you, his expression uncaring. It fucking hurts, and it hurts harder than any words Yoongi can give you. “To where?” The question startles you, and you blink out of the muddled thoughts that cloud your mind. It seems like an eternity before you find the words slipping out of your mouth. “I don’t know yet. Probably somewhere far from here.” “Okay,” he mutters, and before you know it, he’s gone, the front door swung open as a cold breeze gushes in. // You’re halfway done packing your suitcase, filled with haphazardly folded clothes and bare necessities. Weirdly enough, you find yourself unable to pack anything with a trace of a memory with Yoongi, and you find it bitterly amusing. You find yourself staring at Yoongi’s old, worn-out sweater, debating whether to bring it with you, when you hear the familiar click of the bedroom door opening. Eyes widening, you scramble to your feet, tripping over your suitcase. “Ah… Yoongi… I was almost done. I’ll be out of your way soon, ok?” You mutter, staring at the floor, unable to look up at the stranger you used to call your boyfriend. “What the fuck?” His chocolate brown eyes are dull and exhausted yet filled with suprise, his platinum hair ruffled and messy. His eyes harshly analyze your broken figure, trailing to your hands, which clench his sweater you didn’t even realize you were holding onto. “Shit… You were actually serious,” Yoongi mutters as his eyes travel to the suitcase. “You never take me seriously,” you find yourself saying. Clenching your hand even harder around the soft fabric, you smile bitterly and gaze at Yoongi. And you realize he’s crying. It’s devastatingly beautiful, the sight of it. Tears bead from his delicate eyelashes, spilling onto his cheeks. His eyes are red and swollen, his quiet sobs echoing in the dull room. Every single second hurts, and the dull ache that resonates in your chest seems to be increasing by every moment, spurred by the sight of Yoongi. Your eyes widen as you take in the sight, unsure of what to do in this moment. You step forward hesitantly, dropping the sweater bundled up in your arms. Delicately, you reach up and cup Yoongi’s cheek, feeling his soft skin under your fingertips and wiping away the tears that pool in the corners of his eyes. “Hey…” you murmur softly, running your fingertips through his soft hair. “Yoongi, I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.” “Why are you leaving?” he asks you quietly, his voice hoarse yet stoic. “I dunno. I-I just can’t deal with this any longer. This cycle of us hurting each other.” you mumble, weaving your fingers into his hair, hesitant to let go. “But wouldn’t it be better if I did leave? You could find someone much better than me, somebody who would love you better than I ever could, right?” He grabs your wrist, his grip anything but forgiving yet his hand warm. “I swear to god, Ashley, if you leave me, I’ll never forgive you.” His eyes are desperate, frantic. You giggle, a twisted and sickeningly sweet sound that’s unfitting as you rock on your heels. “But you’ll never see me again once I leave, right? So why should it matter?” “You think this is fucking funny?!” he shouts, and his voice is so full of hurt you find yourself wincing at his words, each syllable piercing your chest. “No- I just-” you begin, nose stinging and a lump growing in your throat at the long-awaited appearance of tears, but he cuts you off before you can continue. “Ashley.” “Hm?” He pulls you into an embrace, his arms wrapping around your exhausted body, his warmth and scent overwhelming you. Burying your face in his sweater, you inhale his oh-so-familiar scent and close your eyes. Yoongi’s scent, it’s a wonderful mix of fresh laundry and lavender and it smells like home and you can never get enough of it and you just wish-! “Tell me you love me and I’ll stay,” you whisper, you voice breathy and broken and barely audible. “Hm?” he questions, stroking your hair. “Tell me you love me,” you repeat, this time louder. And you try to memorize this moment. You try to memorize how warm and soft Yoongi is and how his frame, although small, still dwarfs you, and how pleasant he smells. You try to memorize how you feel the warmth of the afternoon sun, and how the birds outside chirp cheerfully. You look up, and try to memorize every single feature on Yoongi’s face, how his cheeks curve beautifully, and how the slant of his eyes complements the dark color of his irises, how his slightly chapped and pink lips appear under the sunlight, before everything around you starts to fall apart.

“I love you.”

He says it.

But it’s a moment late.

[esseastri]

Megan Reads Oathbringer (part 9)

Happy New Year, y’all.

“Heavy Fuel” by Dire Straits is a punk!Dalinar song, sorry, I don’t make the rules.

Part 9 encompasses pages 666-753 (previous parts)

Pray for the mountain internet, please, that it lets me do this liveblog without dropping tumblr every five minutes.

okay, but Elhokar is drawing a map and I’m suddenly vaguely desperate for Elhokar/Eshonai map buddies.

I s2g every time someone calls him “the bridgeman” I just hiss protectively. HE HAS A NAME

oh snap his baby’s name is Gavinor. that’s... listen bud, your dad doesn’t deserve to have anyone named after him, sorry.

“Nice work, Elhokar.” *Gloryspren* THIS CHILD NEEDS MORE ENCOURAGEMENT, PLS, HELP HIM. BE KIND TO HIM. HUG HIM.

“Storming lighteyes, Veil thought as she watched [the food distribution].” YEAH HON, THAT GOES FOR YOU TOO, NORMALLY.

Okay, no, not quite--Shallan would probably not go so far as to send her servants to get food that could be given to the poor instead of rich people, but like... the principle stands. Shallan does not recognize her own privilege half the time, and I guess?? that “Veil” noticing it... might? be a step in the right direction? But... probably not until she fuses her multiple identities back into one person.

And that doesn’t seem like it’s happening any time soon.

HOID

WHY ARE YOU WEARING SADEAS COLORS? 

aw yis. storytime.

Aight, can Hoid see through Lightweaving, or can he just recognize Shallan by like... her stance and the way she moves or? HOW COOL IS HE, IS WHAT I’M ASKING HERE.

“You look like you could use the opportunity to buy me something to eat.” HOID, PLS.

“I’m not stupid enough to get mixed up in religion again.” Again. Hoid, wth does that mean.

but dear god, Hoid as a Herald would be hilarious.

THE LAST SEVEN TIMES HE’S TRIED IT. WTH, HOID, OH MY GOD.

“The sum total of stupid people is somewhere around the population of the planet. Plus one.” “Plus one?” “Sadeas counts twice.” GOD BLESS, WIT.

wait, so he wasn’t lying about the promise? About “always being there when needed” but not always knowing where or why? hm. Interesting concept. That I kind of love and wish I’d thought of first.

“Who came with you?” “Kaladin, Adolin, Elhokar, some of our servants.” I thiiiink the other bridgemen would take offense at that, but sure. Whatever.

I’m...intensely amused that chapter 69 is titled “Free Meal, No Strings.” Because I’m eleven and crude as fuck.

Idk, Kaladin, they have a point: the world is ending, so you might as well party. You can be miserable and afraid, or you can be partying and afraid. I’d go with the second.

OH OOOHHHHH OH ADOLIN CALLED HIM “KAL” AND I DIED A LITTLE BIT INSIDE

MY BOY’S GOT FRIENDS AGAIN AND HIS FRIENDS ARE ADOLIN AND I’M CRY

(but dear god, the Kadolin is real)

Also, Adolin being stupidly happy about getting a new wardrobe is giving me life, I LOVE THIS RIDICULOUS FASHION BOY

HEHEHEH Adolin is going to bring Skar and Drehy pastries from the lighteyes party, that’S SO CUTE I LOVE THIS

“What?” “What what?” “You’re going drinking with bridgemen?” “Sure. Skar, Drehy, and I go way back.” “We spent some time keeping His Highness from falling into chasms.” I’M LIVING MY CROPS ARE FLOURISHING MY SKIN IS CLEAR THIS IS ALL I EVER WANTED THIS IS THE BEST THING THAT’S EVER HAPPENED TO ME I LOVE THIS I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS.

“He felt good lots of days. Trouble was, on the bad days, that was hard to remember. At those times, for some reason, he felt like he had always been in darkness, and always would be. Why was it so hard to remember? Did he have to keep slipping back down? Why couldn’t he stay up here in the sunlight, where everyone else lived?”

The Megan-and-Kaladin-Think-the-Same-Exact-Way-and-It’s-Both-Comforting-and-Terrifying Trend continues. 

Sometimes people ask me why he’s my favorite and I just. Have literally never related more strongly to another person ever, real life or fictional. It’s wild.

ADOLIN COMING TO CHECK ON KALADIN WHEN HE FALLS BEHIND WORRYING.

THERE IS TOO MUCH. STORMING. KADOLIN. IN THIS BOOK.

I love that the phrase “and you’re lighteyed today” is a normal thing now. That it changes and he can just. change it. and they’ve all accepted it. I love it.

PUNCHY GUYS.

IT’S THE ACADEMIC TERM

SWORDY FELLOWS OR SPEARISH CHAPS. AXALACIOUS BLOKE.

bless these two nerds

“Adolin Kholin was simply a good person. Powder-blue clothing and all. You couldn’t hate a man like him; storms, you kind of had to like him.”

YOU REALLY REALLY DO. He’s infectious, this sunlight boy. And I adore him.

oh no

“Should have just gone to the party” YES YES YOU SHOULD HAVE. I’M WORRY.

also, why did the illusion wear off????? Shallan, what you do?

“The stew didn’t smell anywhere near as good as Rock’s.” HEHEH Nothing does, I’m sure.

I loooooove that Kaladin gets to tell the truth about Amaram now. Drag him, my boy.

the over-friendly wall guards are makin me nervous

I’m sure there are some good men here, and a lot of good soldiers, but... who are they and where did they come from and why are they all lighteyes and.... I have sooo many questions.

......I don’t remember if the squires’ eyes turn light when they’ve been flying with Kaladin.

I don’t think they do, but I don’t remember, and now I’m thinking...maybe the highmarshal is. some kind of Radiant whose squires are all...lighteyes?

hm

AAHH!!!!??? AAAHH!!???? A LADY SHARDBEARER!!!!!?? A LADY!!!!

Okay. That was a pretty dang good speech.

But who is shhheeee

Is she a radiant or is that an Honorblade???

Mmmmmm, Kaladin also thinks she’s a Radiant, but WHICH KIND? If she’s got a bunch of squires, it could be Windrunner, but... dangit, I just... really want to meet a Stoneward.

“In every way, she was the perfect Alethi wife--and her unhappiness crushed his soul.” IT SHOULD. SHE DESERVES BETTER.

I’m reaaaally glad that Evi recognized the Thrill as a bad thing. A monster crouching in her husband’s body.

“...the Thrill was your reward.” Reward? Dalinar, listen to your wife. Please. That is not a reward.

Dalinar, look at you go. You did try this before, the talking thing. You are talking to this angry kiddo, and you’re bad at it, but you’re trying. This isn’t very punk!Dalinar of you. I like it. I can see the bits of presentday!Dalinar poking through the Thrill-encrusted shell of punk!Dalinar. I like it.

This is such interesting character movement, gaahh.

Evi still deserves better though. “Because of a good woman’s tears” ugh the fridge doors are slowly swinging shut, aren’t they?

whhhhhhhhaaaaat

I mean, I’m not surprised, because it’s Sadeas and he’s Sadeas and of course he’s a fucking traitor, but

whhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaat

...........gross.

Shallan needs to stop getting killed, please. This is really gross.

NO, DON’T TRY TO TALK WITH A CROSSBOW BOLT IN YOUR FACE PLEASE THIS IS REALLY UNNECESSARY

I DID NOT ASK FOR THIS LEVEL OF HORROR NOVEL PLEASE TAKE IT BACK, BRANDON.

Kaladin “Good at Making Friends” Stormblessed being all sheepish at making friends easily when it took so much effort to make friends with Bridge Four, like... listen, buddy. YOU are excellent at making friends and these guys were all ready to be friends with you. The Bridge was not ready and you had to wear them down with your charm, and you did, and doesn’t that make it all the more precious that you are friends with them?

Also, I miss them. Are my boys okay, Brandon? How are they doing?

omg, Adolin, pls. Yellow?

The Wall Guards making fun of Adolin’s new wardrobe is DELIGHTFUL.

Kaladin: HELLO, FELLOW LIGHTEYES, FOR I AM SURELY A LIGHTEYES, YES INDEEDY, LOOK AT MY VERY LIGHT EYES.

Hi, I love Kaladin, I am not sure you know this about me.

“Yes, his suit was a little bright--but if they would merely spend five minutes talking to him, they’d see he wasn’t so bad.”

Kaladin.

Babe.

You’ve come. So. Far.

I’m so proud of him, oh my god.  

mmmm this food shipment stuff is so weeeiiirrd. where is it coming from? why is it going?? uuugghhhhh

Part of me is like, “I love that they call Azure ‘sir’ and use male pronouns because there is no gender on the battlefield! Everyone gets treated equal!” and most of me is like “fuck this, she’s a fucking lady in command and she deserves to be known.”

also, wtf, she had them attack a monastery? Okay, I get it, you want to control the Soulcaster, but like.... you didn’t just go in there a kill a buncha monks for it, did you?

OKAY, SO MAYBE IT IS AN HONORBLADE THAT WAS DEF MY THOUGHT

but which one.

We have the Skybreaker one.......so whose is this?

Unless it’s not.

I’m

confused. and worried.

Tell me things, Brandon!

OH. But then she wouldn’t need the Soulcaster...if she had an Honorblade for Soulcasting... so she went and got the Soulcaster to...keep up appearances? Hm.

....is it awkward that Stormlight Archive has, so far, been the story of several people slowly becoming atheist (Jasnah, Dalinar) or agnostic (Kaladin) as their lives fall to pieces around them and they slowly rebuild?

Kaladin is a Good, guys.

The best.

omg, okay, but the Swiftspren is just.... LISTEN, BRANDON, YOU CAN’T GO MAKING SHALLAN A ROBIN HOOD. DON’T DO ME LIKE THIS.

I feel so bad for Elhokar.

Buddy just needs some hugs, okay.

Okay, I know logically that Roshar is Bad At Horses, but somehow it never occurred to me that they wouldn’t have archers trained on horseback. Mounted archer is just... such a very Alethi thing, especially non-Shattered Plains Alethi. I didn’t realize, but of course they wouldn’t have that. Horses are too rare.

aight, I didn’t really think Sadeas had betrayed them THIS early on, but STILL, I was so hoping...

Still, rockslide ambush is... a pretty solid strategy for dealing with a Shardbearer.

Sucks for his elites tho. They did not deserve that. That’s shitty.

“They must know the punishment for broken oaths.” Huh. Even back then...

“for none shall remain to weep.” #YIKES, my dude. y i k e s.

punk!Dalinar needs to take a chill pill.

And maybe get some sleep.

Listen, if the Thrill is telling you not to sleep, yOU SHOULD PROBABLY SLEEP.

also, any time you are actually LISTENING to SADEAS? You should probably rethink your life and your choices.

Just saying.

So... presentday!Dalinar had a conversation with Taravangian, about sacrificing the few to save the many. That’s...sort of what Taravangian’s entire plan for world domination salvation rests on. But now here...at the Rift. This is 100% Sadeas’ argument: sacrifice the ten thousand commoners living in the Rift to make an example of their highlords to stop any rebellion further down the timeline that might result in more soldiers’ deaths. Which gives ...a really fascinating insight into just how incredibly far Dalinar has come. past!Dalinar is literally employing the exact plan that Taravangian is trying to do on a worldwide scale, and so he knows it. He understands the consequences that Taravangian can’t know and can’t anticipate and refuses to consider. And present!Dalinar learned from this, and knows what end these means lead to and...refuses. To do it again.

It’s SUCH an interesting character progression. And it’s absolutely fascinating to see it laid out in this order--to see the good, honorable man we know and love first and to see this...monster that he was and see exactly how very much he’s grown... It doesn’t excuse this bad period, the good he’s doing now, but maybe it explains it a little bit. Dalinar is getting a redemption arc and we didn’t even realize that he needed one until he’s almost done with it.

And that’s some badass non-linear storytelling for you.

Also past!Dalinar can get fucked by a cactus, holy shit, what an unbelievable fuck.

nooooo wonder Kadash leaves and becomes an ardent.

hoooooly shit.

“We’ve gone too far.” YA FUCKING THINK??

Meanwhile, Sadeas: “Nonsense!”

Fuck Sadeas, uuugghhhh I’m so glad he’s dead. UUGGHHH

what

the

fuck

THAT JUST HAPPENED.

Fun facts, y’all, the refrigerator is now on fire.

hoooollly fucking shiiiiiiit

WELP

[almostdiplomatic]

The first time we went to Hamburg, it was for work. My husband was there with a team of chefs from the Philippines to promote our cuisine and I was tagging along so I could write about it and help promote the work the embassy is doing. There was so much to see but we only made it up to the old town on the way home as there was a lot of work to be done. Alvin made sure that we’d come back though because he had a must-visit place in this city – Miniatur Wunderland.

If you’re a fan of trains and planes (like my husband) and have been wanting your own miniature city at home complete with train tracks and an airport but your wife keeps saying no, then this is the place for you. Alvin was lucky enough to find a friend with the same interests in my friend Sarah’s boyfriend – Sergio.

So, on the last weekend of 2017, we drove to Hamburg. We did a pitstop in Schwerin too which you can read about in another article by clicking here. It was a win-win situation. Sarah and I get to talk all day while the boys get their geek on.

Planning your visit

Miniatur Wunderland is one popular spot in Hamburg. It is best that you buy or at least reserve your tickets online. Waiting can take up to hours as they get so many visitors.

To reserve, click here.

To buy your tickets, click here.

Adults usually pay EUR15 (USD18.05) and children up to 15 years old pay EUR7.50 (USD9.03). If your child is less than a metre tall, he/she gets to go in for free.

Here’s a tip: If you reserve or buy tickets like from 7 pm onwards, you can get 10-20% discounts on your tickets! They also offer group discounts which you can check here. Just make sure you have Google Chrome and allow your browser to translate it for you since it’s in German.

Arrive around 15 minutes before as there may be a line to get your reserved tickets.

Miniatur Wunderland: What to Expect

For starters, a lot of people and a whole lot of fun. I didn’t expect to enjoy myself as much as I did since I’m no plane or train geek.

Watch someone at work on the miniatures upon entering Miniatur Wunderland.

But I do love travelling and visiting Miniatur Wunderland lets you do a bit of miniature sightseeing in some popular areas of Europe, the US, and even a make-believe place called Knuffingen. That city of ‘cute’ or ‘cuddly’ may exist only in miniature but it has its own website.

One of the first things you’ll see after a preview of their artists at work, are miniature depictions of important events in Germany’s history.

Which is immediately followed by a miniature version (but it’s actually a massive display) of the Olympiastadion Berlin. Complete with lights and a sound system, it actually feels like you’re there singing “Atemlos durch die Nacht” with Helene Fischer. Ah, I love her!

What? You don’t like Schlager? How dare you?! Leave Germany at once! 😜 Just kidding. You’re obviously lying so I’d let that slide.

Travelling in Miniature

Mountains, rivers with actual water, and trains that are actually moving. I thought Sarah and I would just sit somewhere and chat while our boys ran amok in this place. It turns out we would be having so much fun too. I was just snapping photos and going ‘oooh’ and ‘aahh’ all through our visit.

Oh, and another thing – it gets dark every 15 minutes. So, you get to see the miniatures light up. Miniature Vegas was such an electric dream. With all its blinking lights, it can even look trippy if you stare at it long enough. If you’re epileptic, I wouldn’t advise looking at it for too long though.

Another thing you should do while visiting is to check out the tiny people. Some of them are doing weird/funny things. Like this:

If you have kids with you, you may wish to direct their attention somewhere else.

Look at how happy our boys the men in our life are!

One of my favourites were the Scandinavian areas. The snowy areas show the Northern Lights when it gets dark. The water in the photo below is real and that big ship moves through it seamlessly.

We found Santa but he was being naughty!

If you’d like to see the Northern Lights without the long journey, wait for it to get dark in the snowy areas of Scandinavia.

Keeping the trains running on schedule, these guys are. 😉

Sarah and Sergio looking over Switzerland

Knuffingen Airport

While the enormous Switzerland display was truly something, it was the airport that really took my breath away.

No, it wasn’t because Air Berlin is still flying through Knuffingen. It was because of this:

Yes, the Millennium Falcon was there for a visit. We saw it getting serviced. That alone was enough to make my Star Wars loving heart go into overdrive. But what really got to me was that it was scheduled to fly.

Yes, there’s a runway where planes were taking off and landing. And they’re actually strict in following that flight information display board up there. I made my way through the crowd and cemented myself on a spot facing the runway just so I can film this:

The #MillenniumFalcon spotted at Miniatur Wunderland. 😉 I just love how it’s on the Flight Information Display with ‘Death Star’ as its destination. 😂 . . #AlmostDiplomatic #Hamburg #Twitter #StarWars

A post shared by Almost Diplomatic (@almostdiplomatic) on Jan 4, 2018 at 12:22pm PST

On to the rest

It won’t be a showcase of Europe’s best without the Neuschwanstein Castle and Oktoberfest. 

But seeing Southern Italy in miniature made me even more excited to go! The Amalfi Coast is really part of my bucket list!

Rome too, of course.

I just love how the people behind this place add some humour every chance they get.

And for the train geeks like my husband, try to get a meal in their restaurant. They’ve got train seats and tables.

I was rather reluctant to go to Miniatur Wunderland when Alvin first broached the idea. But he was right – I ended up enjoying it too. So did Sarah. Do alot at least three hours here though. There is so much to see and if it’s a little crowded, you may have to wait for a better view.

Miniatur Wunderland

Kehrwieder 2-4/Block D, 20457 Hamburg Website: www.miniatur-wunderland.de/

Parking: Just outside the building. Free and Paid options available.

Hours: 

Friday 8AM–12AM Saturday 8AM–11PM Sunday 8:30AM–8PM Monday 9AM–6PM Tuesday 9AM–9PM Wednesday 9AM–6PM Thursday 9AM–6PM

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More later.

Love,

Carol

Miniatur Wunderland: Not Just for Geeks & Kids The first time we went to Hamburg, it was for work. My husband was there with a team of chefs from the Philippines to promote our cuisine and I was tagging along so…