#not the best solution but it'll do for now!

[eagles-translated]

Hi! Dailymotion removed season 1 :(

Oh no! I've been gone for a while and it looks like my whole Dailymotion channel has been removed too.

I haven't had the time to check up on the other mirrors in the episodes masterpost, but I still have all the subtitled episodes on my hard drive so hopefully I'll be able to upload them somewhere else soon.

Thank you for notifying me! In the meantime you can find the unsubtitled episodes here and watch them with my English transcripts! 🙌

[wonryllis]

、 ꔫ REFUSED KISSES AND POUTY WHINES.

. . ──𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍.

﹙ 𝒘𝐞𝐛 ⭑ 𝒅𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝓁𝓈. ﹚ enhypen enamoured with their girlfriend. fem!r. fluff, fluff and lots of fluff. requested. wordcount` 1180. アーカイブ ARCHIVE?

PLS REBLOG!!!!

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚 you are both dating and everyone knows it so why can't he, your lovely boyfriend kiss you infront of your parents? "lee heeseung! i swear—" "i swear it'll be quick she won't notice, promise!" heeseung immediately whispers back, standing close, his arms around you helping you peel oranges while your mother stands by the stove a few steps away, "no, hee baby later please?" you whine, embarrassed to your bones at the possibility of being caught with yours lips locked to a guy even if he's your man. "but like bubs, your parents kissed infront of us earlier?" he's genuinely conflicted. "they pecked and knowing you, it would definitely not be just a quick kiss," you complain and heeseung immediately comes up with his ass solution, dragging you to the bathroom for a kiss session. "h-heeseung th—" you try pulling away for a breath but he just pulls you back in, "shh just kiss me,"

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚 it was the hardest battle of his life, but it was important. how can he let you take advantage of him when he's drunk, he has a girlfriend he loves too much to ever do this? and who is that girlfriend? "jay, believe me baby, i am the girlfriend you are talking about," you reassure him again, helping him sit on the bed after breaking your back trying to get him in his own house because apparently you were kidnapping him. "no! stop taking advantage of me! i love my girlfriend!" he wriggles against your hold, defensive and wary. "and i love you too baby, it's just a small kiss, we do this everyday," your hands soothe across his shoulder blades trying to calm him down and clear his fogged brain. "no only my girlfriend can kiss me, get away!" "then who do you think i am?" he looks at you for a few seconds,"oh babyyy? when did you get—" "perfect!" and you pull him in for a short sloppy kiss.

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡 he is utterly devastated at your behaviour. like what do you mean "don't kiss me!" you're his pretty baby, of course he gotta give you a kiss. "jake! baby please," you whine for the umpteenth time, "exactly baby please," jake whines back for the umpteenth time. it's an amusing sight for the others around the dinner table, watching jake lean into you again and again only to be pushed away every single time. "it's just a kiss," he reasons, giving you his puppy eyes, "my lipgloss will be ruined honey," your answer just makes him groan, a tragic pout on his lips. it's obvious how much he's dying to kiss you and how strong his will to is, because he sure ain't looking like giving up anytime soon. "you know what—" this time he grabs your face in a haste, slams his lips onto yours for a quick, yet messy kiss, "you look the prettiest with your lipgloss smudged and ruined," grinning wicked.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡 so distressed so impatient, he can't wait to be home to give you all the kisses he wants to, for as long as he wants. "just one at the red light?" he begs, desperate for the feel of your lips against his after being deprived of it for the entire day spent with both of your families. "no love, you'll get distracted and we're just five minutes away," you look out the window, avoiding the pitiful looks he gives you every two seconds. "but angel, i'm already so distracted, i can't think of anything but kissing you," his voice comes out frenzied, trying his best to focus on the mirrors and the road, but you are like sitting right beside him how can he ignore that?? "i'll give you a peck at the next traffic okay," you attempt to appease your boyfriend but suddenly he's swerving the car to the side and immediately grabbing you by the jaw, "let's just kiss now and go home," his lips moving on yours hard and restless.

𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗪𝗢𝗢 he has to be strong, strong, strong, strong sunoo keeps repeating it over and over again in his head everytime he sees your sullen face over refused kisses. "baby please, please, please," you plead, giving your best pout to him as you wait in the line together. he doesn't say anything, watching you order his favorite drink and bring it to the table by the window. "can i please kiss you now? i even got you your favorite boba," you ask, dragging your chair closer to his. "no i'm still mad," he sips away at his drink, gazing out to avoid his control breaking away at your doe eyes staring at him apologetically. however when a few minutes pass by and there's not another word from you, sunoo feels way too guilty, "how's your flavor?" he asks, and when you offer your drink he leans to peck your lips leaving you stunned, "you wanna try mine?" you nod gleeful, "then kiss me,"

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡 he understands, he swears he does, but his heart is just longing for your kiss what can he do. and with you more often than not he listens to his heart over his mind. "jungwon, behave," you warn, adjusting his tie in a hurry while his hands loop around your lower waist, trying to sneak in a kiss. "but baby there's like twenty more floors," he whines pointing at the digital screen of the elevator,"and we are running late baby, it's my sister's wedding, i'm the maid of honor. i can't have my make up messing up, there's no time for fixing it," but the more you speak the more tempting your lips look to him. "just one kiss," he begs and before you can answer he's sucking onto your lips in desperation, pulling away for air for a split second and latching back for a second kiss,"here i brought tissue and your lipstick," he reveals bashfully at last, helping you just as the doors slide open.

𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜 he is bold and you are not. he is shameless and you are not. he is desperate and you are too what? first of all it's unruly and so not moral to be kissing in the corridors, anyone could catch you anytime. "don't worry princess, no one cares. it's college not school, people don't give a damn," riki tries convincing you, cornering you against the hallway wall again only for you to push him away by his chest. "no it's— i don't wanna be seen like that," you explain, looking either way a little too long. "i'm not yet used to kissing in public like this," looking down at your feet you wait for riki to say something but instead he pulls you by the wrist, rushing into an empty lecture hall nearby. "are you okay now?" he asks cornering you into a desk this time,"the cameras," you point teasingly and riki grins when he realizes that, capturing your lips in a soft kiss, giggling and smiling each time you pull away.

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[honeytonedhottie]

how to successfully rebrand⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🧁

this post is a collaboration with my FAVORITE @prettieinpink. in this post we'll elaborate on rebranding urself and implementing change in a way that is not only efficient but not that difficult to do ✨

FLIP THE SCRIPT ;

write down who u wanna become. what ur goals are, what ur style is like, ur schedule, achievements, relationships etc. however instead of writing it like "it'll happen one day" write it as though it happened already.

on the flip side i want u to write down what u think hinders you or blocks u from making the rebrand that u want so desperately. ur weakness. then flip them and find solutions on how to deal with it entirely, or diminish it significantly.

EXPAND ON UR BEAUTY ;

learn how to do makeup that is suited for ur own features. learn which clothes and colors compliment and flatter you the best. when u try and use a cookie-cutter approach to beauty as a way to fit a standard, you won't feel/look ur best.

thats why its important to know your own self the very best. no one knows ur beauty and body like you do so only you know best how to make ur beauty bloom.

DEVELOP UR OWN STYLE ;

u dont have to follow along with every single trend that u see in the fashion industry. although its fun at times or the particular trend can inspire u to create more outfits, its important to have a sense of individuality when u dress.

i recommend creating a pinterest board and filling it up with clothes that u love and clothes that align with ur style. find a fashion inspiration or multiple if u dont know where to start. when u go shopping, reference this board and look for clothes that r similar to the clothes in ur pinterest board.

REFRESH BUTTON ;

block the numbers of people that keep u trapped in a version of urself that u no longer associate with. get comfy with the block button girlies!! you can control who sticks around you and you're directly responsible for protecting ur peace.

delete photos of people who are no longer in ur life (like, they hurt u or walked out of ur life/vice versa) change up ur environment and what ur staring at every single day. unfollow people on social media who dont inspire you/who make u feel bad about urself and where u are on ur rebranding journey.

ADAPT ;

remember that list that we made earlier? lets learn to adapt habits can cultivate that and make this rebrand thrive. identify nonsense in ur life and learn how to get comfortable with cutting it off.

EXECUTE ;

now its time to put everything that we've covered into a action with a few easy and simple steps.

do ur SWOT analysis (strengths, weaknesses, opportunities, and threats)

create solutions to what u classify as ur weakness

commit to yourself and your rebrand

[cupid-styles]

halloween plans

a halloween blurb based on you're my last shot !!

in which a pregnant y/n doesn't like harry very much, except they're having a baby together and for some reason, he wants to celebrate halloween with her.

word count: 1.3k

content warnings: baby talk/pregnant y/n

masterlist | talk to me

halloween/fall blurb masterlist

. . .

"But—"

"No, Harry."

"What if—"

"No."

"Y/N, you're not even listening to me!"

"Because I'm four months pregnant! Why would I want to go to a Halloween party at Niall's house when I can't even drink?"

She huffs, leaning her head against the glass of the passenger's side window as Harry drives them back from her 17 week sonogram. Halloween is a week away, and Y/N has no plans besides answering the door for trick-or-treaters and eating the leftover candy while she watches Hocus Pocus. She's not surprised that Harry has plans to celebrate that evening — she'd expected as much — but she is surprised that he's attempting to wrangle her into them.

"I won't drink, either," Harry replies with a shrug, as if he's implying how easy it is to be pregnant (it's not, and Y/N realized that about four weeks in when her morning sickness started happening every afternoon). "It wouldn't be fair of me if I made you come along and I got piss drunk anyway."

"You have no idea how annoying it is to be around drunk people when you're sober," Y/N grumbles, thinking back to last week when their friends insisted she come out for Josette's birthday. Within an hour, she was exhausted, her ankles were swollen, and she was ready to go home. 

"It's our last Halloween not being parents. Don't you think we should at least try to enjoy ourselves? Besides, what were you gonna do? Sit at home on your couch all night?"

She reaches over to smack his arm and he immediately whines, making her roll her eyes.

"There's nothing wrong with sitting at home on Halloween, you jerk. My neighborhood gets a lot of trick-or-treaters and I already bought three bags of candy."

"Didn't you show up to Ni's basically in lingerie last year? I'm pretty sure I watched you destroy an entire tray of orange Jell-O shots."

Y/N scoffs, but she knows he's right — her tongue was orange for two days afterwards.

"I was dressed as a bunny," she mutters, crossing her arms over her chest. He's turning onto her street as she strokes her fingertips over the crease of her small baby bump, an involuntary habit she picked up as soon as she started showing.

"How about this," Harry pulls up outside of her house and she resists the urge to roll her eyes again, "We'll give out candy for a few hours and then we'll head to Niall's after. That way, we both do what we wanna do and we celebrate our last kid-less Halloween."

She's not sure why he's so insistent that they spend it together — up until now, neither of them have ever cared for the other — but if that's the best solution they can come up with and it shuts Harry up, it'll suffice.

"Fine. But if you drink even a sip of alcohol, I'm taking an Uber home."

. . .

Y/N feels ridiculous.

Ever since she developed a bump, she's had an increasingly tough time finding clothes to wear. Her self-esteem lowers ever so slightly every time she goes to pull on a pair of pants and they don't button, and it often annoys her when people stare at her stomach through a tee-shirt or sweater when she's just out trying to run errands. Being pregnant is so public and she's sure that her discomfort is constantly apparent — especially as she stares at herself in the mirror, a red top just fitting around her bump and a pair of devil horns tucked into her hair. 

She glances down at her phone on the bathroom counter, the screen lighting up with a text from Harry that says here. She sighs and shuffles out of the room, flicking the light off before shimmying a pair of pajama shorts up and over her lower half. She hasn't even attempted to find comfortable pants to wear this evening, and now that Harry's seen her sprawled out on a medical table at the gynecologist... well, it's fair to say that she cares just a little bit less when he thinks.

When she opens the door, he's standing on her doorstep, torso bare except for a fringe vest and a cowboy hat on his head. It's actually so ridiculous — her hormones are raging and she swears she's never been so attracted to someone before, but she wants to crumble into tears at how hot he looks and how awful she feels about her own appearance.

"You can't wear that to hand candy out to kids." is her only response as she turns on her heel, leaving the door open for Harry to let himself in. She hears his footsteps behind her and she plops down on the couch, cradling her belly as she lays back. 

"You look cute," Harry grins, pointing to the devil headband atop of her head, "I hope you're not planning on birthing the antichrist, though."

She rolls her eyes and watches as he grabs a Reese's from the top of the candy bowl. She wants to smack his hand away, but she doesn't have the energy to get up and scold him. 

"You don't have to lie about it, I hate this stupid outfit. Everything's too tight on me and I hate showing my bump. And I can't even look sexy for a Halloween party 'cos it's weird for a pregnant woman to show up half-naked."

Harry chuckles as he sits down next to her, "I'm not lying. I'm sorry you're feeling uncomfortable, though. Why don't we go get some maternity clothes for you this week?"

She shrugs, even though her heart warms a bit at the suggestion. She'd already been planning on doing that, and she thinks that it's sweet that Harry offers to accompany her.

"Aren't you cold in that?" Y/N asks, a frown on her face as she nudges her chin in the direction of his torso. 

"Eh. Not too bad."

"I think you just like showing off. Probably wanna seduce all the moms in the neighborhood."

He laughs, "Why would I wanna do that when I have the hottest MILF to-be with me?"

"Shut up," she grumbles, though she feels her face warm at his teasing, "You're so lucky you don't have to carry this stupid little thing."

"Don't call our baby a stupid little thing," he immediately scolds. "They're the size of a bell pepper this week. Did you know that?"

"Fine. You're so lucky you don't have to carry this stupid little bell pepper."

A cackle falls from his lips this time, shaking his head. "I am, and you know I'm eternally grateful that you're carrying them."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Can you grab me a Kit-Kat?"

As he rifles through the candy bowl, she grabs the TV remote to turn on a movie while they wait for the doorbell to ring. They sit there in silence, munching on the treats she bought for trick-or-treaters (Harry recalls her claiming that her neighborhood is a hot spot for them, though no one's rang the doorbell since he arrived) and watching Practical Magic on cable.

Y/N doesn't even realize how long they've been sitting there and soon enough, she's nodding off. Her head lulls to the side, the devil horns attached to her head accidentally poking Harry in the arm. He yelps in his typical whiney way and Y/N grumbles as she blinks her eyes open. When she realizes what he's complaining about, she pulls the headband out of her hair and tosses it on the coffee table.

"Sorry. Any trick-or-treaters come?"

"Mm, quite a few," Harry lies, knowing she'll be disappointed if she finds out there weren't any. He clears his throat as he watches her curl into the side of the couch, pulling a soft throw blankets over her body, "Actually, Y/N, do you mind if we skip Niall's? I'd feel bad if we left all those kids hanging."

In reality, it's nearing 10 pm, and there aren't any trick-or-treaters out anymore. Niall's party is probably in full swing at this point — but Harry's soft, and he's especially soft for Y/N, who's tired and snuggly and never wanted to go out to begin with. 

"That's fine," she murmurs, her voice already thick with sleep. He smiles to himself as she nuzzles into the pumpkin-shaped pillow on her couch, her eyes already falling shut again.

And he'll never admit to her, but if this is how he spends his last Halloween without a kid... well, he's not too mad about it.

[tsxkkis]

# random relationship stuff w/ haikyuu

a/n = i finally have more time to write and i'm gonna use it as much as i can before school starts

with = karasuno 3rd years (daichi sawamura, sugawara koushi, asahi azumane, kiyoko shimizu)

warnings = a teeny tiny bit suggestive for daichi, like one swear word? nothing else.

daichi sawamura

"haven't we forgotten anything, love?" daichi's voice echoed from inside the bathroom, hurriedly brushing his teeth as he tried his best to button his shirt at the same time.

he was as stressed as ever at this moment. you planned this trip together almost two months ago now, and yet it felt like he left everything for the last minute.

he loosened up when he felt you wrapping your arms around him from behind, a sweet kiss left on the back of his neck as you drew small circles with your thumb, calming him down.

"we still have an hour till the train comes, daichi." you whispered, gently smiling at his reflection in the mirror. "the train station is a five-minute walk from here. no need to rush, sweetheart."

daichi's heart almost melted hearing the nickname fall from your lips. unlike him, you were never big on using pet names, but you would do it from time to time, especially if it was to make him calm down. and, to no surprise, it always worked on him. this time was no different; a big, warm smile crept onto his face as he turned to face you, his hands swiftly finding their way to your waist.

he leaned in, gently pulling you closer to him, with little to no space between your bodies as his lips captured yours, and you could feel the tension leaving his body with the kiss.

"there's no need to panic." you murmured between kisses, your right hand going up to cup his cheek, giving it a gentle squeeze. "i love you, daichi, but we need to find a quick solution to relieve your stress sometimes."

an idea popped into daichi's head, one that he definitely shouldn't think about, and you quickly caught up on what he was thinking, slapping him on the shoulder.

"hey! i didn't mean it that way. weirdo."

the boy laughed, planting a quick kiss on your cheek and smiling at you, a sight that always made your stomach full of butterflies, no matter how long you've been dating him already.

"i know, love." his hand reached out to gently ruffle your hair, gaining a huff from you in response. "it'll be hard to recover from the amount of stress kageyama and hinata gave me over this past year."

a chuckle left your lips as both of you exited the bathroom, sitting down on the edge of his bed, your eyes roaming around his room, tidy as ever. of course, it would be. daichi would never leave his room dirty before leaving for a longer time. he loved when everything was shiny and clean, and his room was a perfect depiction of that.

"we can go there earlier if that'll help calm your nerves more." his head turned towards you as he heard your suggestion, nodding quickly as an answer. "i'll buy us something to drink before we get there."

he gave you a knowing look, and you were ready to hear what he was about to say, his taller figure standing up, fingers intertwined with yours as he gently helped you get up, his other hand already grabbing your suitcase.

"love, if you think you're paying for anything on this trip, you're very wrong."

sugawara koushi

"honey, i think you messed the recipes up." sugawara stopped in his tracks at your words, a terrified look on your face as he turned towards you, his smile dropping in an instant.

he wanted to do something nice for today. after all, meeting your parents for the first time is a very important situation; one that requires a lot of effort from him to make himself look good in their eyes, so that when he leaves they can congratulate their kid on how good of a partner they found for themselves. so, to appear as a great boyfriend material, baking a cake for your family would be the right think to do, right?

wrong.

"what do you mean?" he mumbled the words, the bowl of cake batter in his hands, ready to pour it into the form. you smiled at him, taking a few steps towards him, your hands gently grabbing his and putting the bowl down on the kitchen counter.

"koushi, how many eggs did you add to the cake?" your question echoed through the kitchen, and he felt a wave of embarrassment go over him as he realized just how big of a mistake he made. his face turned a bright shade of red as he looked down, an awkward smile finding its way onto his face.

"four." sugawara whispered, just loud enough for you to hear, a sigh escaping your lips right after. he didn't expect to hear you laugh right after, a short, rather quiet laugh escaping your lips as you leaned in towards him, ruffling his hair.

"you messed up the proportions, suga." your words sounded gentle and warm, no signs of disappointment or annoyance in your voice, which he greatly appreciated. "it was supposed to be two eggs for that amount of cake batter."

a frown appeared on his face, a wave of sadness hovering over him as he realized that his best attempt to impress your parents had just failed. he took a deep breath, exhaling loudly before looking up at you, his expression making your smile drop.

"i just messed up my chance for your parents to like me." he mumbled, both of your hands resting on his arms as you slowly rubbed circles with your thumbs. "what am i supposed to do now?"

"honey, they already love you."

you laughed softly, hand caressing his hair as you smiled at him, a questioning look on his face as he waited for you to explain just what you meant exactly by your previous words.

"they had to listen me talking about you so many times, i think they know more about you than you do about yourself at this point." she giggled, seeing as his eyes slowly lit up hearing her explanation. "i even showed them pictures from some of our dates. they're amazed by how much of a gentleman you are, and i had to listen to my dad blabbering about how he finally has a future son in law material. you don't have to do anything to make them like you, believe me."

relief washed over him like a wave of fresh air as sigawara let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding in, a sweet smile appearing on her face. he leaned in to press a quick kiss to your forehead, a silent thank you for helping him with his overthinking, very simple but also very meaningful for the two of you.

"i'm glad to hear that." he said, his signature smile back on his face as he ran his hand through his hair. "i am still buying flowers and chocolates for your parents on our way there, though."

you laughed, your hand squeezing his.

"alright, mr. gentleman."

asahi azumane

"here, let me help you with that." asahi popped up on your side the moment you entered his house, the sweetest smile ever gracing his face as he quickly took the bags from your hands, carrying them towards his room.

his mom let you in a few minutes ago since the brown-haired boy was currently occupying the bathroom at that time, and she knew that if she hears the doorbell on a weekend afternoon, the only person who could be standing behind the door was you. it was a tradition of some sort; every weekend you would stay over for the night, preparing a list of movies to watch with sugawara until you're too tired to keep your eyes opened.

"what genre are we watching today?" his voice reached you from behind the doorframe as you walked towards his room, grabbing a piece of your hair that just wouldn't stop falling down in front of your eyes. seeing the big grin on your face as you entered his room, the list of movies you chose opened on your phone, he already knew what the answer was.

horror movies.

they were your favorite, of course you'd use every possible occasion to watch them with your boyfriend. except that meant that asahi had to pretend like he definitely isn't scared of whatever is happening in the movie.

he was good with slasher movies. they didn't scare him almost at all, only making him jump a bit here and there if there was an overly bloody scene with too much gore. but paranormal horror movies with ghosts and demons? that was a whole different story.

and as if he just ran out of luck, that was exactly what you chose for today.

fuck.

both of you were sitting down on his bed, asahi's head resting on your arm as he did his best at pretending that the happenings in second installment of the conjuring franchise didn't scare the absolute shit out of him. your eyes were focused on the screen, laughing when a very obvious jump scare happened in the movie.

you turned your head towards your boyfriend only to find his face absolutely pale, the color of his skin reminding you of that of a dead body. reaching for the remote to pause the movie, your hand went down to his to give it a gentle squeeze, a concerned look on your face.

"you know, i would laugh at how scared you got, but you genuinely look like something just sucked the life out of you." your words were quiet, a hint of humor in your voice as you gently smiled at him. "we don't have to watch it, if you don't want to."

asahi quickly shook his head.

"i know you really wanted to watch it with me." he said, an awkward laugh escaping his lips as his hand went up to scratch his neck, his hair getting in the way as he decided to let it loose for today. "i'll survive it for your sake."

"you're the sweetest, azumane." you leaned in to gave him a quick peck on the top of his nose, his cheeks flushing a bright shade of pink. "if you get through this movie with me, i'll get you a thousand kisses."

his eyes lit up at your words, a big smile growing on his face, as he suddenly seemed to be very determined to watch it.

"let's continue the movie, then. i can't wait to get my reward."

kiyoko shimizu

"can you give me your hand for a second?"

kiyoko adjusted the strap of her tank top, which seemed to fall from her arm when she was focused on her work, a small yet genuine smile on her face as she turned to face you. her hair was tied up in a high ponytail in an attempt to make the hot weather a little less unbearable.

you stood up from the bed, putting your laptop down as you walked over to her, sticking your hand in front of you the whole way, even though she could only grab it once you were already at her desk.

it was something that you always loved about shimizu; the two of you didn't have to necessarily do something together to enjoy each other's presence. of course, there was no end to cute dates like picnics or going to every single cafe around town between you two. but sometimes what you enjoyed most were the moments where you two could just sit in silence, both occupied with your own things, yet still deciding to find a way to do them together.

"what're you up to this time, hm?" your voice sounded soft, your eyes roaming around the black-haired girl's desk which was full of different charms, beads, and whatnot. even though it all seemed to be a mess, you managed to distinguish the two color stories that she chose for her next craft.

her free hand picked up what seemed to be a bracelet, one she hasn't finished yet, her other hand grabbing the other end carefully so as to not let any beads fall off. you observed closely as she put it on your hand, wrapping it around to measure if she got the length correctly. you didn't miss how her smile grew just a tad bit more as she realized she measured it perfectly, a satisfied huff coming out of her lips.

"give me two minutes, and i'll be ready to show you." she adjusted the glasses on her nose, hand gently squeezing yours for just a second before she turned back to her work, grabbing a few additional things from the desk. you smiled, leaning over her chair to watch what she was about to do, eyes carefully scanning her every move. normally, kiyoko would hate if someone just stood over her like that and interrupted her peace, especially if she was busy doing something.

but it was different with you.

a bright smile appeared on your face as you saw the finished product, eyes sparkly at the sight in front of your eyes.

"i wanted to make them for a while already, but i never had enough time for it." she explained, carefully putting one on your hand, and one on hers.

the bracelets were beautiful. she specifically picked beads in your favorite color to make them, using similar ones for hers so that you'd be matching. it was only when your hand got close to hers that you realized the best thing about them; a heart charm, which both of you had half of on your bracelet, magnetically coming together whenever your hands were close enough.

if shimizu thought your smile couldn't grow more, you proved her wrong, smiling so much that it almost hurt your face. so close to each other that she could feel your breath on her face, you quickly closed the gap, planting a quick, sweet kiss on her lips.

"you're the best girlfriend i could ever ask for, you know?" you whispered, resting your forehead against hers. kiyoko smiled at you, nodding slightly.

"yeah. i know."

taglist: @ox1-lovesick @moonswolfie @wyrcan

[chouettecrivaine]

Love's the Only Medicine [Honkai: Star Rail]

Fandom: Honkai: Star Rail

Characters: Dr. Ratio

Notes: SO. First off, those of you waiting on Lyney fic, it is postponed for now because I'm stuck :( but for now I'm working on a Dr. Ratio fic and I'm having a little trouble so these are my headcanons for how a good/healthy relationship with him would actually work because I love to write fluff all the time <3

So, how does one go about romancing the Dr. Veritas Ratio?

∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Have independence. Dr. Ratio is a busy man, and while he'd of course value your relationship (why else would he be in a relationship in the first place?), he wouldn't fare well with someone who is the clingy type. A relationship that would work best for him is one where you share in each other's missions, victories, and defeats as best as you can without melding your lives into one singular identity. With the exception of certain instances where you worked with him prior to the relationship starting/getting serious (though even then, he might drop the idea of separating your work paths a little bit to ensure there is no space for rational, scientific endeavors to be tangled with personal emotions), Dr. Ratio is perfectly content to with a relationship where some aspects of your lives don't always cross. Of course he wants to spend time with you! He just appreciates his own ability to act independently and keep work and personal matters separate. (Plus I feel like he'd find independence kinda attractive anyway :P)

∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Keep him grounded. Dr. Ratio gets lost in his thoughts frequently. He understands that facts and calculations can only go so far in the real world (though they could go MUCH FURTHER in his opinion, hence his cosmic mission to eradicate foolishness) but he loves finding the rational, mathematical answer to things. It'll be up to you to navigate a little bit more expertly on this plane. If he's trying to piece together a solution to a planet's hunger crisis, well, maybe let him sort through his lofty thoughts then. But if he's simply ignoring the world and thinking for the sake of it, you'll be able to get away with poking him out of the stupor and getting him to actually communicate with the world around him.

∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Be the people person, but don't apologize for him. Veritas has a tendency to rub people the wrong way. He's rude, abrasive, and arrogant. When others say such things without realizing you're nearby, you AGREE with them. But these are all things he knows, too. In most cases, how the reception of information makes somebody feel doesn't particularly concern him. But sometimes, especially now that he's actively placing himself in the social situation of being in a relationship, talking with people in a constructive way is necessary. He's fine with defaulting to you in these instances if it makes you feel useful. However, it is simply a matter of leaving a task to the one who knows better. If you start apologizing for his silence or a prior brash attitude, though, then he gets a little prickly. He stands by his behavior! Don't make him out to be someone you should have to apologize for or ashamed of.

∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Have clear communication skills. Listen. Veritas is an eloquent speaker, and he says exactly what he means to. However...good communication is more than just saying words that mean exactly what you want them to. You have to present information in a way that others can receive, and that's where he falls flat. The onus will fall to you to exemplify that sort of skill. Now, you don't have to teach him step-by-step how to talk nicely, but being able to do so yourself and give him a gentle nudge when it really matters will go a long way in ensuring you're talking to each other and not at each other.

∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Argue with him. Like, not actually. Argue with him academically. Veritas has stated that he feels incorrect on a matter if people agree with him. So don't agree with him! Don't spark debate just for the sake of it, but you shouldn't be afraid to voice your opinion when it goes against his. Dissent is the forebear of accuracy, after all. He won't be gentle with his arguments, but he never means to condescending when you're sharing your scholarly ideas. (Plus, this will help you get accustomed to when he is actually trying to argue you in a less casual context)

∘∙⊱⋅•⋅His love language? Quality time. Wanted all across the galaxy to solve this crisis or that, Dr. Ratio is a busy, busy man. So when you come in at the top of his list of priorities, that's how you know he's in deep. If you receive a certain love language particularly well, he can adapt! But his default is both to give and receive quality time. Even just time together that isn't attentive and specifically for each other can mean a lot to him. If you're both busy with work, he can be placated by attending to your duties but staying in the same room as each other. Don't worry about distracting him, either - as of late, he finds himself distracted when you aren't around, and at ease when you are.

∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Have a hunger for knowledge. It can be intimidating to hear him denounce all fools of the universe when he doesn't give many specific answers as to what a fool is. Veritas doesn't care about a lack of knowledge; what he cares about is a lack of awareness and a lack of trying. He'd be a fool himself if he pretended as though everyone had the same access to the same level of education, or that there weren't people who gravitated towards certain skills. After all, he's widely regarded as a genius, but you don't exactly see him releasing academic journals on any musical studies, do you? (Now, could he write one? Probably. But that's not the point.) As tough of a teacher as he is, what he's after is undying tenacity; that you never falter in the face of obstacles, and that you never place your scholarship on a shelf so high it winds up collecting dust, unused. If you don't know something, that's fine - go figure it out! Don't just say 'I don't know' and leave the matter at that. Learning through experience is an incredibly strong way of gathering knowledge. Just...don't expect him to be any nicer about your lack of prior knowledge just because you are close to him or you are trying to remedy that. At the end of the day, you did fall in love with a guy who's just kind of an ass sometimes :/

∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Be honest. This is one that could go for anybody in any relationship, but it is a top priority for Dr. Ratio. He's based his entire life on searching and spreading absolute truth in every corner of the cosmos. Normally, this takes the form of objective, empirically provable fact. But he finds it frustrating if you won't be honest about your feelings or what you want, how is he to know what to do? You'll have him acting like a fool with your refusal to face your own truth! (This is, of course, a roundabout way of saying that he doesn't have it in him to be playing games. Be straightforward with him, please. It'll be much easier for the both of you that way.)

∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Don't be afraid to get a little poetic on him. Veritas is a scientific man. He understands artistic endeavors, of course, but that isn't how his brain is wired. He operates in verifiable conclusions and building hypotheses, not the more abstract patterns of intuition or leading by the heart. He can analyze and understand such things, but if you want him to be able to appreciate the aesthetic beauty of the world, you will probably have to lead by example. You won't change his way of thinking, but maybe if you see a rare bird one day, he'll appreciate the opportunity to see something so rare and beautiful instead of analyzing how far it has deviated from its normal breeding grounds.

∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Flirting is a game, but love isn't. Don't be so dull with him! Dr. Ratio would love an opportunity to subtly ash his wits about yours in a little flirtatious back-and-forth. Both in the early stages and a more established relationship, Dr. Ratio loves a good challenge and could spend all night just trying to out-flirt the other. Regardless of whether or not you're one to get flustered, he loves your reactions anyway. Sheepishness, frustration, no emotion whatsoever - whatever you feel,, he finds how you try to school your expressions into complete apathy amusing. He is hard to fluster himself, but if he continues the same line of teasing in the morning the next day, you can assume he's been thinking about you all night. However! Dr. Ratio often expects people, especially those precious few who he respects, to operate on his level. If he's truly buckling down for the long game, he'll make sure to make his feelings clear. Flirtation is always on the table, but "playing hard to get" or trying to "keep him guessing" as you near a truly established relationship is a turn off. Flirt for fun, not to manipulate his interest in you. Believe him, he would've left by now if he wanted to.

∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Look beyond his scientific approach to matters of the heart. In loving anybody, you'll have to learn how to read between certain lines. Even if you are a pure-blooded emotionally charged person, Veritas can only meet you halfway on the road to compromise. Take the time to study how he speaks and what he means- concise as he is, speaking so straightforwardly all the time often has an opposite affect on his words when he's trying to be romantic. Learn the ways he looks after you and tries to make your life easier without asking; notice how he spends a large portion of his available time with you, even if it means dragging you along to discussing things with people who he feels are completely beneath his IQ; realize that his tone may always be steadfast and dominating, but he never speaks out to shut you down or demean you the way he does to others. If you can translate all the little ways he uses to show you how much he values you, then you may just find yourself in a relationship far more enriching than you'd expect.

[silentcryracha]

❍ ‗ Taking care of you during your period x hyung line (skz) ‗ ❍

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Pairings : Chan x reader, Minho x reader, Changbin x reader, Hyunjin x reader

Genre/warnings : reader has periods, breasts are mentioned, mention of painkillers/mood swings/blood (yk), nothing else just fluff and really sweet boys

Summary : Like the title says, the oldest boys take care of you when you have your period. You are their s/o in this. Half headcanon and half scenarios.

Word count : 1.5 k

A/n : I'm currently on the FLOOR trying to get through this so I just, indulged myself I guess lmao! I hope it'll be an enjoyable read and also if any of y'all is also suffering now, good luck babes we got this <3

ps: There could be grammar errors, my first language isn't english!

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Chan ‗ ❍

First of all, he wouldn't be weirded out or immature about it at all, he grew up with women in his family so he wouldn't be completely oblivious. Second thing, he seems to be natually very nurturing and attentive, so you know for sure that you'd be well taken care of, more than usual.

Depending on how this time of the month would be for you, he'd act accordingly. For example, if you are usually on time or late, if you tend to suffer more or less. In general he'd probably remember the days/week and always make sure to have a little bit of every essential thing at home beforehand. Sanitary products, painkillers, snacks, comfort food; you name it, he got it. Wether you lived together or not, doesn't matter.

In the best case scenario you'd just be having a shitty day and he would make sure to spend time with you (full day if he's not working, and even then he'd check on you multiple times), taking care of you, cuddling and probably babying you more than you need. And you'd let him of course, even just to show him you appreciated him caring for you. He would be really attentive but... chill at the same time. He just wants you to be comfortable, not further stress you out.

On the other hand, if you were someone who usually hurt a lot or maybe had some issues related to your condition, then he would be more clingy. If hugs and cuddles were an actual solution you'd be CURED.

He hated seeing you in pain regardless, but if the pain in question was out of the norm/more severe he would absolutely be in the worst mood. Again, every supply possible would to be 100% ready at the right times, and you truly wouldn't be allowed to lift a finger.

"Channie, baby, I've been handling this stuff since forever, I'll be fine, okay?" and then he'd frown and pout like "But I want to take care of my baby, that's the least I can do". Of course you wouldn't be able to refuse him even if you wanted to, so you'd just end up accepting the help making sure to thank him all the time to let him know how grateful you were for him. <3

Minho ‗ ❍

Minho just kind of learned along the way how to take care of you at the best of his abilities. Something that seems to be very important to him is health, and you having your period to him it's almost like a seasonal cold. Something that just kind of happens? He would learn which foods or beverages help the pain/body, or the things that would make you feel better, but he'd be kinda random about it? lol.

"You know what? I really feel like eating some good meat for dinner" and he'd pull some shit like "Actually, I was thinking of salmon for tonight. You know, it would be very good for you now", Not gonna lie you would be lowkey impressed that he bothered to search up stuff like that in the first place. He wouldn't be pushy though, he couldn't deny you even if he tried. Want a specific dinner/dessert? It's yours. You want to watch a movie and cuddle? Done. Or do you just want to sleep and hug? Good enough for him. He just really wants you to have a calm and comfortable day.

This being handled as a health matter would also mean that he'd probably be quite precise with keeping track of the days/week. If being irregular wasn't a usual thing for you, one day late and he'd be asking questions lol.

"How are you feeling?" "Do you need anything from the store?" "Need any help?" and so on. Especially if we were talking about a person with more severe pain/issues.

At this point he would be a little more insistent with the whole "take care of yourself right" but only out of worry and you knew it. "I made some ginger tea for you" "But-" and you wouldn't be able to finish the sentence without him raising one eyebrow like 'I dare you'. Two minutes after the cup was EMPTY. You'd also get belly rubs with warm hands afterwards so it's okay :')

Minho would never miss to make you feel loved and taken care of, it's like he needs you to know that you can count on him whenever you need.

Changbin ‗ ❍

Changbin also grew up with a sister but I feel like he was the baby of the family so I think he'd try to replicate that more than anything. His s/o would be treated like royalty regardless, don't get me wrong, but during this time I feel like he'd feel bad for you and the fact that he can't really help, and would try to 'fix it' by indulging you a lot.

He probably wouln't keep track of the days/week, just in general. But, I think that he'd realize it quickly when you start acting a little off or being fatigued, and at that point he'd piece it together quickly and offer his help if he can. And if he can't, then he'll just settle with random gifts that could cheer you up. It could be something cute like a plushie, a treat like your favorite sweets, or something more unique like an expensive gift. You don't want him to spend such money on you, but you lowkey know that's his love language and appreciate it ten times more for it. He would also remind you of it "Shh, you know I love to spoil my princess", that would make you melt and he knows it well.

In a more severe case I think that he would make sure to not let you lift a finger. Dinner? Dishes? Medicines? Cuddles? Tissues for a particularly off moment? The remote being an inch too far? HE'S GOT IT. Changbin would also probably try to be there for you physically during this time and would get annoyed when he can't manage. At that point expect multiple calls and texts throught the day and maybe even a few cute selfies too that would never fail to make you smile and lift your mood.

If you happened to be crying, he would try to handle himself but just wouldn't be able to do it so you'd probably have a nice liberating ugly cry session together and then fall asleep hugged comfortably :(

He would also make sure that you're comfortable wherever you are, and that usually means completely laying on him, the best pillow in the house.

Hyunjin ‗ ❍

Hyunjin is shy and an empath, we know. I feel like at the beginning of your relationship he could be a little uncomfortable handling this situation, mainly because he'd like to help in some way but would be unsure of how to ask. You would also probably try to hide it or not mention it, you know like in early stages of any relationship, but out of shyness more than anything. You know he's a very sweet guy and he would probably feel bad that you feel bad. And he does.

One day during movie night you'd probably unintentionally flinch or hiss at the pain and then he'd decide that he had ENOUGH and would blurt out a "Can I do anything for you?". You'd be kind of taken aback but appreciate it a lot. You would give in "Yes actually" you wouldn't have to say it twice before he's back with what you asked for.

From that moment on I feel like it would be a process for him to learn how to know you and your needs and after a while he would just...do it. Which were your habits or comfort foods, your preferred type of sanitary products to use, what could make you uncomfortable and so on.

I feel like he wouldn't necessarily intentionally keep track of it but would randomly look at the date and go "Mhh, isn't this that time of the month?" and you'd probably show up with a belly ache and an extreme need of hugs so yeah he'd be like "I figured" and kind of laugh at you being cute.

You'd probably have something silly like a "Cursed week" playlist to cry to or a specific list of things to watch that would absolutely wreck you emotionally because why not. And you'd plan it together and go back to them like a routine. You probably have a very sad or angsty tv show/drama that you go back to once a month just to either cry your eyes out or comment together like two bitter old ladies. And you have a blast.

Hyunjin would try to be lowkey about it though. Once he learned how to properly take care of you he would just do things and not be obnoxious about it. Like he would be they type to leave a sticky note for you before leaving for work that said "Good morning my love. Remember to take it easy and take some medicine if you need, I love you <3"

In general I think that he would be the type to try and distract you as much as possible, wether it was with some nice cuddles to warm you up or even tease you to make you laugh. He could be out of pocket sometimes but that's exactly what makes it hilarious.

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This is it for the hyung line! Maknae line link. Hope you enjoyed my silly writing, feel free to leave feebacks if you feel like it :')

[libby-for-life]

How would Adam react if Lucifer said something like, 'gonna make you a mommy and put a baby in you' in the middle of sex?? 🤭🤭

Part 2 of Lucifer's Solution there will be a part three.

Lucifer's Solution: Part 2

Lucifer sat with Adam during dinner which was ribs made special for his little lamb. If he slipped a little something extra in there, then Adam didn't need to know. He needed to be calm and relaxed when they have the best sex Adam would ever have.

Adam hummed as he ate, a smile gracing his features. He looked so angelic during these moments. All Lucifer had to do was wait.

It didn't take too long. Lucifer watched as his little lamb started to get flushed. His breathing turned to panting. When Adam groaned and slumped in his chair a bit, Lucifer stood up.

"Adam? What's wrong?"

"Mff...feel hot," Adam muttered and he moaned when the devil put a hand on his shoulder. Lucifer blushed as well. The potion was a bit more effective than he thought but it was doing what it was made to do. Changing his anatomy and making Adam so horny that he begs Lucifer to touch him.

"Why don't we get you into your room?" Lucifer suggested and smiled when his lamb nodded shakily. He picked the now compliant demon up and headed to his room. Adam was whimpering, his cheeks flushed a brilliant yellow.

Opening the door, he placed his precious lamb on the bed. "Are you okay Adam?" Lucifer asked, noticing just how wet Adam looked in his pants.

"It burns...Luci, help." Lucifer stopped his staring in shock. He hadn't heard that name in forever. Not since Eden.

"Help with what?" Lucifer demanded, his eyes hooded as he took notice of Adam's aroused state.

"Please, fuck me! I need it!"

Lucifer growled and lept on the bed, his teeth bared. This only seemed to make Adam blush and moan more. He ripped his clothes off along with Adam's and began kissing him. They both moaned into the kiss, savoring the moment.

"I'm gonna make you a mommy. Put a baby in you." Lucifer said as he kissed down Adam's stomach. "Do you want that too?" Adam nodded hurriedly before looking down at where his manhood used to be.

"Hu? Where'd it go?" He slurred, looking confused and a bit troubled.

"Oh, Adam. It seems this is a part of your demon form. I'm not quite sure but I'm sure it'll come back." After nine months it would. "Why don't we explore it though?"

"What do you—AAAAAHHHH~!" Adam screamed as Lucifer plunged two fingers inside his velvety walls. He was so tight. Lucifer couldn't wait for his cock to fill it.

[sissyisawitch]

It'll Be Okay

Relationship: Sebastian Sallow x You

Summary: After the macabre events that occurred in the Feldcroft Catacomb, Sebastian is devastated. All he can think about is running away and pushing you away from him… but you don't plan to give up on him so easily.

Word Count: ~2.7k

Author's Note: This story is based on the song "It'll Be Okay" by Shawn Mendes. I hope you'll enjoy reading it!💙

Warnings: Major spoilers for the "In the Shadow of the Relic" quest + Angst

“I won’t let her suffer! Avada Kedavra!”

A flash of green light struck Solomon Sallow’s body, before it fell limp on the ground. Sebastian had done it. He had killed his uncle.

Oh, the future we dreamed of is fading to black…

He dropped his wand which clattered on the ground.

And just like that, you and Sebastian's future plans vanished, completely ruined. They used to seem so simple... you were supposed to cure Anne with the relic, make her return to Hogwarts, and then be happy all together with your little quartet of friends.

But as fate would have it, that was never going to happen.

A high-pitched, distraught voice brought you out of your thoughts, “Depulso!”

Anne had appeared in the Catacomb and apparently witnessed the whole tragic scene that had just unfolded, whereupon she herself attacked her twin brother, propelling him with all her might against one of the stone walls to stop him.

Driven by her fiery anger, she used what little strength she had left to cast a couple more spells to defeat the remaining Inferi and reduce Salazar Slytherin's Spellbook to ashes.

“NO!” Sebastian howled. He could do nothing but watch his sister destroy the book that was supposed to contain all the solutions to save her life.

“You’ve made your choice.” She said simply, before disapparating with the inert corpse of their uncle.

“Oh, Anne… What have you done?”

Oh, there's nothing more painful. Nothing more painful…

You were paralysed, unable to move even a finger after witnessing such a heartbreaking scene where a family was completely shattered, with no means or hope of ever repairing their ties. Poor Sebastian was left entirely alone, tears in his eyes, his face contorted by his crushing grief and regret. Merlin, you hated that sight with all your heart.

“I-I must get out of here.” He mumbled as he stood up and quickly looked at his surroundings, as if he were completely disorientated.

“Seb, wait!” You tried to hold him back, but Sebastian would not listen.

Instead, he fled. He ran like mad towards the exit of the Catacomb, desperate for fresh air.

“SEBASTIAN!” You shouted at the top of your lungs as you sped after him, hoping that it would be enough for him to hear you despite his head start.

It was only when you had made your way up the labyrinth of tunnels, once you were back in the Feldcroft countryside and away from the heavy atmosphere of the dusty Catacomb, that you managed to catch up with Sebastian.

Now that he was close at hand, you reached out to grab his arm, “Sebastian, stop!”

“STAY AWAY FROM ME!” He roared, sending your hand flying with more force than he would have used if he were in his normal state of mind.

You flinched out of reflex, but you were in no case scared of the boy. You never had been, and you knew you never would be. You understood that he was simply on edge and needed reassurance, so you kept your soft tone, “Seb–”

“STOP SAYING MY NAME!” He continued to shout in anger, but the way he was now gripping his hair and pulling at the roots showed that annoyance was being added to the palette of overwhelming emotions he was feeling at the moment. “For fuck’s sake I should’ve known better than to become friends with you in the first place.”

This. This last sentence. Maybe he could not scare you, but you too often forgot that he was still capable of hurting you, even if he did not mean any of it and it was his amalgam of panic and agitation that got the better of his words.

You tried your best to remain unfazed, “So what? You'd rather our paths had never crossed?”

“Yes!” He exclaimed without thinking twice.

I start to imagine a world where we don't collide…

For a moment, you lost yourself in your own thoughts. You imagined a parallel universe where you had never defeated Sebastian in Defence Against the Dark Arts, where he had never accompanied you to Hogsmeade on your first day at Hogwarts, and therefore a universe where you two had never become friends or exchanged a single word.

It also meant a world where you never fought trolls, goblins, and poachers together, where you never spent long nights in the Undercroft doing nothing but talking, where he never held you in his arms and comforted you whenever you were not at your best, resulting in your feelings for Sebastian blossoming into something much stronger and more genuine than friendship.

“Well, I don’t.” You finally answer.

“Well, you should.” He imitated your intonation with irritating impertinence.

You paid no attention to it, knowing better than to take any of his irrational actions into account, “Why?”

“BECAUSE I FUCKING RUINED YOUR LIFE!”

The screaming was back. Taking you by surprise once again. However this time, you were unable to react. The rawness and vulnerability of his words had hit you right in the heart, knocking the wind out of you.

“I have to go.” He muttered after your lack of reaction. He turned his back on you before setting off again, this time clearly determined to leave.

This was the moment that snapped you out of your stunned confusion, “Oh no, don’t you dare run away from me, Sallow!”

Your feet reacted even faster than your brain. You rushed towards him, but knew you would not have enough strength to hold him back, so you did the only best thing you could think of... You lunged at him and tackled him to the ground. Your body crashed into his with full force, causing his back to slam against the hard, cold, snow-covered ground.

“LET ME GO!” He fought back, kicking in all directions to try and push you off him.

“NEVER!” You pinned him down with all your strength. You were pressed on top of him while holding his hands on either side of his head, and keeping his thighs flat with your own legs. “Because you didn’t ruin my life, Sebastian.”

“Are you hearing yourself right now? I spent months teaching you dark magic. I just killed my uncle in front of you. You're a witness to a murder because of me! You could be sent to Azkaban BECAUSE OF ME! What more do you need to hate me? Tell me, because I'll do it right away if it means you'll stay away from me and be out of danger!”

And it's making me sick, but we'll heal and the sun will rise…

Sebastian's words made your blood run cold. Not because they made you reflect on everything he had put you through, but rather because you wondered how you were going to make him understand that you were not blaming him for anything, that the idea had never even crossed your mind.

“We can get past this. We can make things better together.” You said softly, unable to muster a better response.

He only scoffed bitterly.

“Sebastian, I don’t want to hate you, I want to be here for you!”

Judging that he seemed slightly calmer, you allowed yourself to release one of his hands to cup his cheek instead. With your thumb, you caressed his tanned skin, tracing the freckles splattered across his cheekbones. You did your best to convey your honesty and all your love for him through your delicate touch.

“No.” He replied firmly, leaving no room for negotiation, and then took advantage of your lowered guard to push you away again, this time with his hand which was now free. “Now leave me alone!”

If you tell me you're leaving, I'll make it easy…

You gave up being gentle and tackled him firmly to the floor again. You just needed him to listen to you for a few more minutes, “Okay. I won’t force you to stay if you don’t want to… But you need someone, Sebastian. Please, let me help you.”

“I don’t want your help!” He spat with a fury that was rarely seen in him. You had only seen it once... when he called you ignorant.

“Maybe you don’t want it, but you need it.” Now that everything had been said, you got out of his way to let him go if he so wished.

It'll be okay…

Sebastian sat up again, but stayed there, against all your expectations. You knew that all he needed was one last little push before he surrendered, so you insisted, “Don’t shut me out. Let me be here for you.”

“I–” His voice broke, giving way before he could even begin his sentence. His bottom lip quivered. “I didn’t mean to kill him. He attacked us… attacked you. I had to use the Killing Curse. You know I did!”

“I know. You did your best to protect me.” You reassured him by taking his hands in yours and giving them a little squeeze.

“I never meant for all of this to happen. I just wanted to help Anne.” It was not long before tears started to stream down his cheeks. “I want this hell to be over. Please make it stop.”

“I wish I could… but–” Now it was your voice's turn to fail you.

“I just want my little sister back.”

“I know you do… I know.” You swallowed hard to fight the tears that started to blur your vision. You could not allow yourself to cry. You had to stay strong for him. You had to be the pillar on which he could rest, because right now, he needed your help. If he saw you crying, it would only make things worse. This was not about you.

So you cuddled him against your chest, firstly to comfort him, and secondly so that he would not see the look of total dismay on your face.

“Ominis hates me too, and I can’t even blame him, because I hate myself too.” He was now full on breaking down, his head buried against your chest, and his tears streaming down your uniform jumper.

“I’ll love you enough for the two of us, then… until you learn to love yourself again, and even after.”

“I want the pain to stop. It’s been there for too long. I can’t stand it anymore.” The more time passed, the more erratic his breathing became.

“I know, baby. You’ve been so strong.” You kept spouting all the soothing words you could think of, in the hope that they would work on him.

“Please, make it stop. Please.”

“I’d take it all for you if I could. But I can’t, and I’m so sorry. I’ll do everything in my power to make you feel better.” You slowly ran your fingers through his silky brown locks, over and over again. Then you felt yourself losing your grip on your emotions, and soon your tears were flowing alongside Sebastian's.

Sebastian Sallow – the boy who was never afraid of anything and always had a trick up his sleeve – was on his knees in front of you, crying his eyes out, rendering him nothing more than the very image of misery and helplessness.

It was agonising to see the boy you loved in such a state, and not be able to do anything to make him feel better. How were you supposed to remain impassive in the face of that?

“Please fix everything. Fix me.”

“I can’t…”

And if we can't stop the bleeding… We don't have to fix it, we don't have to stay…

Sebastian's sobs continued unabated, “I’m scared to stay with you. I know I’ll end up doing something stupid and lose you too. Because that’s what I do… I do everything in my power to make the people I care about leave.”

This time, it was all too much. You could not let him belittle himself so cruelly. You grabbed his face between your hands and forced him to look straight into your eyes, not caring if they were red and swollen from all the crying, “Don’t say that. I know you made mistakes, but you’re one of the most brilliant wizards before anything else. You’re the only one who was great enough to steal my heart.”

“You’re everything I have left… I can’t lose you. Not you.” He clutched your shirt in his fists, as if he was afraid you would suddenly vanish before his eyes.

“Baby–”

Everything you were going to say died on the tip of your tongue... because Sebastian smashed his lips against yours.

You did not know exactly how it happened. You did not realise it right away because it occurred in less than a split second. And yet it was well and truly real.

There was nothing tender or romantic about that kiss. No, it was just rough, brutal and messy, reflecting all the despair they contained deep inside. It was a kiss full of passion, but not the kind that made you feel light and gave you butterflies in your stomach. Not at all, it was a toxic passion that burnt the wings off these butterflies and everything around them.

Sebastian was clutching you by the shoulders as if you were his lifeline, the only thing keeping him from tipping completely over into the darkness. And you, you kissed him back fervently, fighting the little voice in your head that was whispering to you that what you were doing was wrong, that you never should have discovered how salty his tears tasted as you kissed him for the first time.

You had to call a spade a spade, you should not be taking advantage of his vulnerability to get what you had always dreamt of... but you could not help yourself. Sebastian was hypnotic, and you could not bring yourself to pull away from him.

It was he who retreated first, and you instantly hated how his big chocolate eyes were filled with nothing but sheer panic, “I feel like I’m going to die without you… What if I die without you?”

Your heart pounded so hard to the point where it felt like you had a lump in your throat. You let out an overwhelmed and broken sob, “You’ll never find out because I’ll never leave you. You hear me? Never. I’m here for better or for worse.”

I will love you either way…

Sebastian let himself fall against your chest, and you welcomed him into your arms without the slightest hint of reluctance. You let him rest there, let him cry, tremble against you, while you caressed his untameable hair and whispered sweet nothings in his ear, doing your best to stop your own tears from flowing. You had no idea how long you stayed like that, but it felt like an eternity. You were probably freezing and soaking wet from sitting in the snow for so long, but thankfully you were unable to feel it thanks to the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“Shh… It'll be okay…”

It might be so sweet… It might be so bitter…

In the months you had known Sebastian, you had imagined an infinity of different scenarios of the two of you kissing for the first time. None of those fit with the reality of Sebastian breaking down in your arms after committing murder. The situation had nothing in common with what you had wished for the two of you. You had finally got what you wanted, but you hated it. You just wanted to scream. Fate was even more cruel than you believed.

"Make the pain go away, please." Sebastian begged desperately, echoing your own inner thoughts.

"I'll do everything I can. I’ll do everything to give you the future you wanted." You cried uncontrollably.

Oh, if the future we've dreamed of is fading to black…

Minutes, hours passed, and your tears eventually dried. You spoke again, very quietly, as if afraid to frighten the peace that was slowly beginning to return, “We’ll get through this together, alright?”

“…I’m a monster.” He declared with resignation. He too had run out of tears to cry.

“You’re not.” You replied with just as much conviction.

“What if I get even worse? What if I end up hurting you?” He asked quietly.

“I will love you either way.”

[gotham-daydreams]

Since you mentioned that Damian is the easiest to get along with in terms of yandereness, is it possible to convince him to aid you in being hidden as long as you spend time with him, like you manipulate him by dangling your company and place in your heart in exchange for keeping your location hidden and maybe planting red herrings?

Honestly? Yes and no.

In theory you could, and it could work for a while, it does depend on how you'd go about manipulating him and how good you are at it as well. If you manage to keep up your end of the deal, it could work for even longer, but it's far from a permanent solution.

If Bruce or Dick want to know where you are, depending on what they do and say, Damian could give up your location either intentionally or unintentionally. After all he is still a kid- and if you're trying to pull away to finally sever your one last connection to the family, and he catches on (and he will), then he's definitely telling.

Alfred may even be able to find out where you are through him as well, because he's Alfred- but besides him, Dick could as well.

Again, it could technically work for a while, but it's far from a permanent solution. While Damian loves all of your attention on him, if he feels like your getting too far away, or being too 'distant', he's spilling the beans. Or just taking matters into his own hands.

Either way, if you're looking for some space to breathe and just... be, for a while. It'll be fine, but if you want a more permanent/concrete solution? I can't see it happening.

Even if there was a way to constantly reasure Damian and give him what he wants, as he grows up he might become more demanding and expectant of certain things. Making things harder, and he may even become more threatening himself as he dangles him knowing your location and everything, over your head as well, saying how he'll tell everyone should you now meet his expectations or give him what he want. Which does make me think that Damian is only the 'easiest'/'best' yandere of the Batfam while he is young. It becomes a game, essentially, but who's more stuck in the situation is debatable.

So it's possible! But it'll only work for a short while.

[leohamatoblog]

Headcanon: How They Comfort You

warnings: none. sfw, gender neutral. mentions of possible panick attack

note: it's sexual assault awareness month. if you are a survivor, it wasn't your fault. your experience is valid and it had nothing to do with something you did or wore. it wasn't your fault. 💙

Leo:

Emotions are not his thing. The only time he really grips on to the gravity of a situation is if it's a mission, or if you're full blown sobbing. Leo, by nature, prefers to find a solution and talk things out. He takes the mature route and offers practical advice to resolve the issue, but then what happens if it's something he can't fix?

You came to him one day after you had just went over the edge. You couldn't stop crying, everything was going wrong, and it was totally out of your control. You found him in his room taking care of his bonsai plant and just fell apart.

Leo didn't know if you were hurt or if something awful had happened, so he went in to big brother/protective boyfriend mode. He was bombarding you with questions until he realized you weren't hurt physically, but emotionally was a different story. He was half tempted to go get Mikey to help with the situation, but you didn't seem like you could be left alone.

He just allowed you to cry and offered comforting strokes against your hair and shoulder. He didn't say anything to you because there wasn't a problem persay, you were just letting out whatever it was you needed to let out. He didn't think you needed a lecture but it seemed you just needed a space to let go.

Once you were done and able to explain what was going on, Leo would listen to you and wipe your tears away. Only when you were calmer would he say anything to you.

"I know I can't really give you any advice. Can I at least make you some tea or hot chocolate? Or would you like to nap? I'll sit with you."

Raph:

We all know he can be abrasive and have no regard for what's going on in other's lives at times. He still, however, can tell by body language or aura something isn't right. You don't have to outright say you're overwhelmed or say that you just can't figure out what's wrong. He can tell just by how you're acting that you're going through a bit of a rough patch.

You aren't touching the dinner Mikey made and you're not talking. You just said you were tired and not hungry, but Raph knew something was up. He hated being left out of the loop, he had to know. Instead of asking in front of everyone, he decided to pull you aside and ask you privately.

At first, you were adament that you were just tired, but Raph was persistent. You cracked and just broke down. He's emotionally aware enough to be dangerous so he became a lot softer. He pulled you to his plastron and rubbed your back. Big brother/soft boyfriend mode would take over and he would just let you fall apart. He prefers listening over fixing in these moments.

Raph doesn't like seeing people cry and depending on the circumstances, he may even cry with you. He doesn't like seeing anyone he cares about in pain, especially emotional pain. He will make it his personal business to get even with the person who hurt you, or do his best to try and make you feel better if you're just having a bad day.

When you calmed down enough, he'd make a joke about how red your face was to try and make you smile. If that didn't work, he would just offer to listen to whatever was on your mind until you felt better.

"Listen, I know it's bad now but I promise ya it'll be okay. How's about we watch a movie? I can make ya a snack if ya want."

Donnie:

Like Leo, Donnie isn't good at emotions. The only difference between the two is that the purple bandana sporting turtle always knows. He always knows when something isn't right, a lot of the time even before Raph. By nature, he's very calm and collected. However, when your world seems to be crumbling, his intelligence seems to fly out the window.

It was something he couldn't fix and you knew he couldn't fix. You just needed someone to listen to you and let you get it out. It was eating you alive and you couldn't take it anymore. You had to tell someone.

You wondered into his lab and told him you needed to talk to him. He continued working and told you to say what was on your mind. He paid attention, he could multitask like a king, but it wasn't until your tone shifted that he turned all his focus on you. Your eyes were becoming glossier and your face was turning red. You were about to start crying and he internally panicked.

He wasn't the biggest on physical affection, but even he needs a hug at times. Depending on the status of your relationship, he would offer you a hug. Donnie's arms stretched out and he motioned for you to come to him. You laid your head on his plastron and cried. He rubbed your back and just let you cry. You seemed like you needed it.

Donnie offered you a tissue and sat back down in his chair. He pulled his extra one over to you and offered you to sit. If he couldn't fix it, at least he could offer a distraction.

"I'm sorry that you're upset. If you'd like, you can help me with the retro mutegen? Or maybe the shell razor? You pick."

Mikey:

He's emotionally intelligent and emotionally aware. He's very observant and can tell when something's up, but will believe you if you tell him you're tired. It wouldn't be until that you yourself stop believing you're just tired that Mikey realizes something's bothering you. He doesn't fix it, but instead he tries to comfort you as best he can.

You had been feeling off all day and didn't know why, you woke up that way. You hated the world and you felt like it hated you too. You told Mikey you were tired but you got tired of that lie really fast.

You and him were playing video games when it hit you all of a sudden. You felt your chest tighten and then the next thing you knew, you were crying. He quickly disregarded the game and hugged you, trying to get you to tell him what was wrong. Naturally, he's a very affectionate guy. He was petting your hair and rubbing your back before you could even start sobbing.

Once Mikey realized he didn't have to go into protective boyfriend/friend mode, he went quiet. He knew that right now, you just needed a minute. You were obviously overwhelmed and he didn't want to add to that by hounding you with questions. He didn't like seeing you this way but obviously you needed to allow yourself this moment, and he would wait until you were ready.

He wiped your tears and kissed your forehead. He kept his arm around you and rubbed your back, letting you know that you were safe with him. He just wanted to show that he was there for you.

"Don't worry, Y/N, I got you. Wanna watch a movie? Or maybe I can teach you some skateboard tricks? Your choice.

[koolades-world]

Hi! I'm the same anon who commented about The moment the om cast realized they fell in love with you (part three)! Can I be called eclipse anon? Since you don't mind if I request now, then I'll do it! Please take your time & remember to rest though especially since school has started! I want to request a continuation but I want to check with you first! I really love your Demon brothers comforting their s/o after a particularly hard day at work post so could I request the same for Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Solomon? Only if you don't mind of course!

OMG HII so sorry for the lateness so so sorry

of course I can do this :) working on the other thing you asked for rn too. my style has changed since I made the first one so it'll be written a little differently so hope you don't mind! I thought about trying to write the way I used to but I just decided to embrace the change to let show that I've grown!

also it's nice to have something to call you now!!

Demon brothers comforting their s/o after a particularly hard day at work (part two)

Diavolo

omg he would be the best to go to after a bad day! lots of hugs and anything you want

he thinks it might make you feel better if he gathered all of your favorite things in one place so after sending you off to get changed, he prepares

be ready for every favorite you've ever had in your living room

he'll also talk your ear off and do whatever it takes to see you smile

"Bad day, sweetheart?" Were the first words out of Diavolo's mouth as soon as you walked into the kitchen, where he was sat enjoying a cup of coffee.

"How'd you know?" You weakly smile at him.

"I've been preparing for this moment! Go take a shower, then come to the living room." He took your bag and hat from you, and gave you a quick hug.

"Alright. Thanks, Dia." You let him squeeze you to his chest and deposit you in front of the bathroom. He opens a nearby closet and removes a cute looking gift basket to hand to you.

"This is for you! I hope you like it." You gave him another hug and retreated into the bathroom with the basket. After closing the door and hearing him walked away, you decided to open the basket. Inside is an assortment of cute items and notes from Diavolo. This included a robe, an assortment of bath products, and some cute, sealed snacks. The note on the biggest piece of paper just told you to enjoy everything in the basket. The smaller ones were all notes of affirmations and him telling you how much he loved you. You smiled and decided to start your night routine.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Diavolo was transforming the space into a place he knew was going to turn your day around. He ordered all of your favorite foods and brewed your favorite hot drink. He gathered all of your favorite items, including your cutest stuffed animals and sat them together on the couch. The food arrived quicker than he expected, so he set it all on your coffee table and got plates and utensils. He sat down in the center of it all and quietly waited, excited to see your reaction.

When you left the bathroom, you were speechless. "Dia!" You exclaimed. He got up from where he was sitting and hugged you.

"I couldn't think of anything that would make you happier." You threw your arms around him and hugged him back as tightly as you could.

"I love it. You are the best! Thank you so much." You feel him sigh contently.

"I hate to see you upset, so if it means I have to do this everyday, I would." He lead you to the center where he was previously sitting. "Now, help yourself. This is all for you." He motioned to the food. You grin and before trying to decided what to eat first, you give him a quick kiss on the cheek. He was the best.

Barbatos

super attentive and super caring

lets you vent to him and offers solutions to your problems if that's what you want

anything you want, consider it done

understands if you don't want to go tomorrow and will do everything in his power to get you a day off but also not have it count towards using your sick days

Barbatos was busy cleaning when you arrived home; that wasn't unusual for him, or you. You would usually find him at some point during your routine when you got home since he made it a point to save these locations for last so he could find an excuse to see you.

But today, it was different. Barbatos waited for you while cleaning the counters in the kitchen. You always went to the kitchen to get a snack after leaving your coat and bag by the door. He waited, but you didn't appear. As he was about to see what you were doing, he saw you shuffle by. Usually, you would at least greet him, but you didn't even pay him any attention.

He went after you, and placed a hand on your shoulder. You finally acknowledged him, looking tired. “What’s the matter?” He spun you around to face him.

“Oh, nothing. Just tired.” You tried to wave him off. He raised his eyebrow at you. You sigh and give in quickly. “Bad day.” You glance at him and then at the floor.

“You shouldn’t try to hide these things from me, love. I’m only here to help, you know.” He took his hand off your shoulder.

“Sorry.” You look back at him and was greeted with this gentle smile.

“No need to apologize. Do you want to talk about it?” He guided you back to the kitchen, sitting you down in a chair and began to prepare a cup of tea for you.

“Do you mind? I don’t what to sound like I’m complaining or anything.” You ask him.

“No. You know I would never say no to you, especially about something of this matter.” He smiled at you again and at a small nod from him, you tell him about it your day.

“I think that’s everything.” By the end, you were slumped over, head on the counter. He nodded.

“I understand. Thank you for telling me. You won’t have work tomorrow.” He got up and took your dish to the sink.

“I appreciate it Barb, but I have to go in tomorrow.” You watch him as he walks around the counter.

“No, you misunderstood me. There will be no work for you tomorrow.” He smiled at you with his eyes shut. It took you a moment but you realized he was being serious.

“You don’t have to…” You tried to protest but half your heart was already with him in that idea.

“But I do, love. Now, please ready yourself for dinner and we can plan our day tomorrow.” With a kiss in the forehead, he sent you to the bathroom to shower. You couldn’t help but giddily smile and wonder how you got so lucky with him.

Simeon

another very attentive one!

his massages are legendary so he offers you one

cooks your favorite food and insists on making you dessert too

ends the evening with cuddles

When you arrived home, he was working on a manuscript he’s been meaning to finish. He was very focused, so at first, he didn’t catch anything wrong. He greeted you as you entered the room and continued to write.

You didn’t take it personally, and went to the kitchen to begin dinner preparations. You had planned this out in advance, making your job much easier. After placing down all your work things, and washing your hands, you began to gather the ingredients, distracted by your shitty day. As you were doing this, Simeon walked in. He figured it would be a great time to restock on snacks and coffee, since it would give him a chance to say hi to you.

"Hello, Mc. How was your day?" When you didn't respond immediately, he stopped what he was doing to turn to you. "Something the matter?" He glanced at what you were doing.

"Oh, hi. When did you get here?" You put down the vegetables you were holding and pulled him in for a hug.

"Not too long. Now, did you have a bad day today?" He hugged you back, slightly chuckling when you looked up at him with big eyes.

"Yes. But dinner won't cook itself." You sigh and try to turn back around to dinner prep. Simeon stopped you.

"Let me take it from here." He quickly began planning what he was going to make for you.

"But you're busy. That's why I'm cooking tonight." Simeon found it endearing that despite your day, you still wanted to do something to make him happy.

"If you want to help, you can set the table. After dinner, I'll give you a massage, hmm?" He smiled at you. You were so sweet, still wanting to help even after admitting your day was lackluster at best.

"That does sound nice." After shooing you out of the kitchen lovingly, he began his magic. He used the ingredients you took out and began to make something he knew you enjoyed. He wanted to surprise you, so he also decided to make you dessert while you were out of the kitchen.

"Simeon! You didn't have to." You exclaimed when he showed you the meal he made.

"But I did. Now, enjoy, please." You hugged him again, tightly. He hugged you back, overjoyed he could make you so happy.

Solomon

rather than staying home, he invites you out

while its not what you expected, as long as its not somewhere super busy, it might be what you need

he's overjoyed when you agree, and promises you a good time!

he takes you out to a nice restaurant and gives you a date with a multitude of surprises

"Hey, Sol. I'm home." You stick your coat on the coat rack by your front door. You kick off your shoes and set your bag down on a chair nearby. Solomon was nowhere in sight. That was pretty normal, but it still left you a little upset. There's no way he would have known you had a bad day, but that didn't take away from wanting to see him.

Usually, when you arrived home, he was busy in his potions room or reading a book. When you checked his favorite spots, you found no sign of him.

Shrugging it off, you began getting ready for your evening at home. You went into the kitchen to brew yourself a cup of coffee, and found a note on the counter with your name on it. Curious, you unfolded the piece of paper. Inside, was a quick note from Solomon.

It said that he was out and would be back soon. The requests he made were a little strange since he refused to give context. He asked you to, instead of getting ready for bed, to dress up. He said that there was a new outfit for you on your bed, and that to be ready before you usually had dinner.

The strangest part was that he could have just texted you. But, he worked in mysterious ways. His scheming was always unexpected, so you just went with it.

After entering your room, there was no sight of Solomon, but the outfit he said that would be there, was there. It was the perfect size, and you thought it was probably one of the best gifts he had ever given you, making you think he had help. After you put it on, you left the bedroom, not sure what to do next.

Before you had to make this decision, you hear the front door open again. "Hey! Are you ready?" He looked for you, and found you in the living room. He threw this arms around you. "You look great! How are you?" He asked.

"Sol, what is all this about?" You were confused.

"I have a little surprise ready for you! Do you like the outfit?" You did a little spin for him.

"I do, but that doesn't answer my question." You laugh a little at his strange behavior.

"I'm glad you like it. Come with me." He grabbed your hand and pulled you outside the house. Waiting there, was a motorcycle, and two helmets. "I have a reservation at a restaurant for us, but it's not what you might expect." He led you forward before you stopped him.

"Wait, did you know I had a bad day?" He looked at you with a twinkle in his eye.

"If I shared that, it would ruin my secret magic." He gave you a quick temple kiss. From that, you knew that he knew, and that he only wanted to make you happy. With a smile, you agree to follow him, glowing at the thought this was all for you.

[aledanshi]

I made my friend suffer thru my rambles of this whole eggnapping arc from the perspective of the brazillians and I thought "wait a minute I should post this so I don't have to be the only person going insane"

When you think about this whole situation in terms of RP, someone fucking kidnapped kids, possibly the organization that monitors and controls every. single. step. you take, and the parents have absolutely no clue to where they are or if they're even alive, them and the rest of the residents are grieving and are starting to revolt, the president they elected in hopes that things on the island could maybe get better has gone mad and has been reduced to a drug-riddled maniac at best and a crazed domestic terrorist at his worst.

The lights suddenly turn to Cellbit, the leader of the organization that has the objective of helping people go against the Federation, with everyone hoping that somehow he will find a way to solve their problems, but he's exhausted, his mind is in shambles and he's slowly losing what's left of his sanity. He lost his son, he lost his best friend and the person that he trusted the most on the island, and when he wakes up on wednesday he'll know he just lost another friend, another member of his family.

Of all the parents of Richarlyson, Forever is the most "mother", and the grief of a mother is one of the most devastating things to ever feel, Forever's whole world revolves around Richarlyson, all the things he did, everything he's been through, it all only has one objective, protect and make Richarlyson happy. Without him, Forever's world loses all of it's colors and everywhere he looks, everything reminds him of his son, who's been the only constant from day 1. Now he's broken, completely, drugged or not he will never be the same Forever from before, the drugs don't keep him stable, they keep him delusional, just enough to not destroy everything in his path. In the back of his mind, he's still counting the seconds that his son has been missing, every time the clock gets louder he has to forcefully shut it down, he's losing himself in the process of numbing his pain, and I can't fault him from taking the pills anyway, even when he knows he shouldn't, that it'll only make things worse, but it hurts, it hurts so much.

Pac feels like he's buried in hopelessness and feels that he can't do anything, he's not as smart as Cellbit, not strong-willed as Mike, not resourceful as Forever, he can't bring joy to others when his own source of joy is missing, his own son. He knows he's losing everyone in his family, but he can only hope that he won't be the last domino to fall, because he knows he won't be able to pick up the pieces. He's going to use the only thing he has left, himself, in hopes that maybe he can create a path for a solution, even if he can't achieve it himself. Either way, the only other option is to silently watch the hours pass by, as he stares at empty green and yellow chairs, just listening to the distant hums of machines and feeling the rustling of leaves on the wind. It has never been this quiet on Ilha Chume Labs before.

[tearskillstardust]

❝MY LETTER TO YOU, MY DARLING❞

002. 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎—meet me where the sky meets the earth.

📬 there's a letter for you in your mailbox!

My delicate blossom,

Barely a few weeks have passed in your absence yet the storm of your thoughts fail to leave my mind. Worries, anxieties, fears—they plague my mind. You're more capable than I, this I know, yet I can't help but worry about you. You've always been so kind, please take care of yourself for me.

Life as a Commissioner is never easy—you would know. But it's even harder when you're surrounded by fools. Allow me to narrate you a small incident from the previous day—

I and Ayaka had been patrolling around the city to check in the applications of some of our new regulations regarding the promotion of Inazuman culture amongst the youth. Certainly, it was a fun affair, even more so with my sister by my side. Suddenly, a caterer, in extreme hurry, collided straight into my sister, not only knocking her down, but also spoiling her skirt. No doubt I was furious—and the man was a foreigner at that, entirely unaware of who I or Ayaka was.

He would refuse to apologize to the lady even with my cold side glances, our guards' angered outbursts and Thoma's sharp words, and it wasn't until the detective, Shikanoin Heizou interrupted on the scene that a solution could be found—one where the man not only would have to pay a penalty—about which I frankly do not care—but also spend three months in jail for violating the Inazuman code of conduct and troubling the members of noble families.

Now that I think back, it was certainly a bit harsh, yet not unnecessary. He and some of the others had to be taught the strictness in conduct to be followed on the Inazuman lands.

Now it just feels like I'm ranting.

Let's put all this aside and speak of something more lovely—if you think back to an year, exactly under the blossom behind the Kamisato Estate, you'll remember our first kiss. I believe I never honestly spoke of what I felt then but I will now, in order to express how much I've only ever harboured love for you in my heart.

It felt as though my innate wish had come true—if I did not know salvation, then I did in that moment. It was simply your heart against mine, yet the extremity of the love I felt in that moment was akin to what the sun feels for the moon, or the thorn for its rose, or the sky for the earth.

Unattainably, so.

But I could attain you—I still wonder if I deserve it sometimes. When I watch you showering love over all, or putting in your best effort just so that a mere plant doesn't die, I see what love truly means. I'm not so great in comparison, barely a dot is my love in comparison to yours, yet it is my ultimate offering to you. Would you accept it, Goddess?

Laying my heart out wouldn't be the best prospect, all things considered so as an offering, I'll send chocolates (your favourite coffee ones), flowers and a book I believe will keep you entertained when you're bored. I hope it'll be to your liking, I spent quite some time looking for it. This occasion ought be grander, but you're not with me right now, and this shall have to suffice. If you understand the undertones, then yes, I'm quite upset that you're not with me so come back soon.

Ayaka is doing excellent, except that she's been lonelier since you've left. Thoma and Sayu are in good health as well. Yoimiya sends you her best wishes, and hopes for your safe return. Itto mentioned something about missing the small spars with you, and also hoped that you'll be doing well. And, I, well am quite lonely and sincerely hope for your return.

Take care of yourself, and do not indulge in carelessness.

Yours truly,

Ayato.

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[romanoffsbish]

Found Family

Yelena Belova x F!R

WandaNat 🤰🏼❤️

Request: @/modedddd | 3,168 Words

Weddings—What total fucking chaos…

Warnings: Alcohol, Violence, Puking (but like soft ass, nauseating fluff)

"Wanda, are you sure the fitting went well?" You huffed involuntarily as you tried for the umpteenth time to get the zipper to reach the top of her dress, "Maybe it shrunk hon?"

Wanda turned to you with tears in her eyes, you could see a secret settled beneath the surface of her shining viridescent orbs, but her wobbling lip prevented her from offering it up.

"Oh honey," you saw the soft baby bump as her dress now pooled at her hips, "It'll be okay, what's a wedding without a few hiccups?"

——

Wanda smiled instinctually at your offered comfort, the world could be on fire, but you would still find the beauty for her somehow.

"What are we going to do?" Wanda asked in a whisper, and you tightened your hold on her.

"Well, the wedding is in six hours," you looked to your watch, "How about we run to our safe space, then we can magically fix the problem?"

Wanda pulled away from you with a genuine smirk, you always found the best solutions.

"Can I get extra toppings?" Wanda wagered, and you nodded amusedly, "Then it's a deal!"

After Wanda changed back into her comfy loungewear the both of you snuck out of her dressing room, and right on out of the venue.

—

Kate had been excited to be playing such a pivotal part in Wanda and Natasha's special day's events. The excitable girl was skipping around with her bedazzled clipboard, making sure the workers knew where to place the flower arrangements, then she was calling the caterers to triple check on the delivery time for the various plates, and she continued to do such work until she arrived to Wanda's door.

"Hey ladies it's Kate, I'm just checking in to make sure we're staying on time," she called out as she knocked softly, but there wasn't a call back. Kate tried a few more times, and with the continued silence she grew worried, so without further thought she opened the door.

The worry she felt only increased as she found the room empty, she was panicked when she saw Wanda's dress in a heap on the floor, and in that state she called Yelena on FaceTime, offering no privacy as she yelled, "They're gone, we have a runaway bride, and her bestie too."

"WE HAVE A WHAT?" Natasha shrieked, and Yelena muttered underneath her breath, "Pochemu ya?" before throwing back her flute of champagne, and turning her focus to her frazzled older sister. "It will all be okay."

(Why me?)

—

"So, is this a 'oh no she knocked me up' wedding?" You teased your best friend, you cackled as her nose scrunched up in pure offense. "No, and you very well know that!"

"Yeah, but for all the secret keeping on your end I felt it was only fair to tease you babes."

"We didn't expect it to happen so fast," Wanda muffled her admittance over a spoonful of her fro yo, "But with my magic it's apparently a sped up process. I am technically only a week in, but at last weeks scan they said I was three."

You remained unexpectedly silent as you ogled your friends bowl, it was literally towering over the lip of the bowl, and the toppings were what you'd expect to see on a sociopath's bowl.

Who pairs mango boba pearls with chocolate syrup, and pieces of coconut? A menace...

When you took notice of her glare you brought yourself back into the conversation, "Weeks?"

"Months," she groaned as she dropped her gaze to the bump that she could no longer hide, it'd become even larger since you'd left the venue.

"Yeah, I am afraid that makes sense now."

—

Natasha was pacing around her dressing room, there was no way Wanda would have cold feet.

Right? No, she loved her just as much as she did, so why the hell is she nowhere in sight?

"Sestra, calm yourself, I'll find them."

Natasha glared at her sister, "You better."

"Why would they even leave?" Kate questioned, and Yelena swiftly glared in her direction, "Y/N doesn't do things without good reason, she is her maid of honor for a reason Kate Bishop."

Yelena didn't mean to snap, but truthfully she was worried that you hypothetically helping Wanda run meant that the life she wanted with you maybe wasn't the one you wanted with her.

—

"Y/N?" Wanda hesitantly called out to you, she could see the way you were concealing your own panic to keep hers at bay, it didn't work.

"Don't," you pleaded, "We'll be there soon, it's okay, there's no need to panic Wanda, please."

Wanda rested back against the seat, she wasn't going to press you further. It wasn't your fault there was standstill traffic on the highway, how were either of you to know about a nearby basketball game taking place. Had you known you would've stayed off the freeway, especially since the next exit was two miles out, and the wedding was meant to start in two hours.

It wasn't intentional, but the two of you let time get away from you as you giddily roamed the city in search for baby items. Wanda let you peek at the baby's genders in her purse, they (Wanda) wanted a party for that, and there was really no one better to throw it than you. It wasn't until you looked over a receipt that you clocked the time, and rushed to get back.

"I'm sorry," you couldn't keep it in anymore, you were literally the worst maid of honor.

"Hey," the witch reached for your hand over the console, "You are doing everything right, I needed this, they'll understand if we're late."

The sound of a loud noise startled you both, your gazes shifting to the illuminated dash.

My Stinky Girl (Yelena Belova) is calling...

You gulped, then nodded to the witch who was hovering over the green button, "Heyyy..."

"Don't hey me, where the hell are you?" The blonde shrieked, but then she sighed, "Hi..."

"We're on the highway," you meekly answered.

"Why?"

"To get hitched in Vegas, we realized we had the wrong partners," Wanda deadpanned.

"You stay away from my girlfriend Maximoff."

The witch cackled, "Calm your vests Lena."

You could hear your girlfriend inhale, she was two seconds from a freak out. "Yelena, why don't you ask Natasha about the beans?" You instructed the irritated blonde, "We'll wait."

Yelena trusted you, so without questioning you further she turned to her sister instead. With a shy smile the redhead proceeded to spill them.

"Oh my gosh!" Yelena was grinning, you could hear it, your heart swelled at her excitement, "Detka, we're going to be such cool aunties!"

"Yeah, we are," you chuckled, sharing a fond look with your best friend as the two of you piggybacked off your lover's excitement, and you envisioned a future where you were more.

"How long until you're back? We can stall."

"I am not sure, it's a twenty minute drive, but the traffic is at a standstill, so probably hours."

"Why don't you just mind warp the people to drive faster Wanda?" Kate asked, and you could hear a slap followed up by a shriek.

"Yelena, be nice!" You reprimanded her, and bit back a laugh when she grumbled curses.

"You know how I feel about stupid solutions."

"Actually," you looked at Wanda, and she nodded, there was no harm done if you got traffic to cease to exist right? "We're doing it."

"Wait!" Yelena shouted, "I have a better idea!"

Wanda looked to you fearfully, and it checked out because not even a moment later were you both upchucking the fro yo onto the ground.

"How was that better Lena?" You looked at your lover who was quickly approaching you, she shrugged, "It seemed like a good idea."

Pietro smirked at you as he held his sisters hair back, "It was so fun, pretending to have super strength as I ran you here to save the day."

"Yeah, your noodle arms could never have done that without my help," Wanda grumbled, shoving her brother away, and nuzzling into her wife to be's arms instead, "Hi lovebug..."

Natasha's cheeks turned crimson, Wanda's delirious muttering of her 'behind closed doors' nickname had her feeling put on the spot, but she also knew she meant no harm, so she softly kissed her temple, "Welcome back detka."

"We have a wedding to get to," Kate reminded everyone, and you looked to Wanda knowingly.

"Go, we've got this," you ushered everyone off, then with a reserved softness you reached for Wanda and worked a smattering of miracles.

—

The ceremony went off without any further hitches, it wasn't until the reception that things got interesting again. You watched with rapt attention as a drunken Pietro approached girl after girl with no luck, it was very amusing.

"What's so funny?" Yelena asked, the deepened rasp in her tone enough to tell you she'd been drinking; Pietro was probably her doing.

"Pietro has no game," you mused, tipping your nearly empty glass in his direction, Yelena burst into laughter once she saw him pouting, "Oh my gosh, he looks like a wounded puppy, how funny." You snorted at your girlfriend's odd sense of humor, "Yeah, his pride is gone."

"Welp, sucks for him," Yelena shrugs, then turns to you with a smug grin, "Care to dance?"  Yelena reached her hand out for yours, and you graciously accepted it as she pulled you from the table to the dance floor with the couple.

"You look absolutely gorgeous malysh," Yelena whispered before softly kissing your lips, she swiftly spun you out before you could reply, then she pulled your giggling form right back in, and you smiled at her. "As do you Lena."

The blonde smiled even wider, her cheeks tinting a subtle pink, something you wanted to tease her for, but you knew better than to ruin the sweet moment. After a few songs, where the both of you swayed around in your little bubble of love unbothered, a hand softly tugged you away from your lover. Natasha smiled at you, with her hand extended, and the two of you reluctantly exchanged partners.

"You're my favorite person," the redhead said almost as soon as she had you in her arms, "Natasha, I'm flattered, but I'm with Yelena, at your wedding mind you, have some class."

"Why must you ruin the moment?" She groaned, and you chuckled softly, "I'm your favorite, so really I can do whatever I wish."

"That you can," Natasha conceded, a soft smile overtook both your faces as you danced about.

The conversation between Yelena and Wanda was a smidge different. Yelena held her sister in law protectively as they barely even moved.

"You know, I'm not made of fluff Yelena," the witch teased, and the blonde huffed seriously, "You are carrying my future nieces or nephews, sue me for wanting to keep them safe."

Wanda gripped her by the shoulders, "Cute."

"Wanda Maximoff, I am not cute."

"Romanoff," she quickly corrected, the lovesick smile she wore nearly made your girlfriend gag.

"Now, before the song ends we must discuss important business," Wanda's face was now one of stoicism, "When are you proposing?"

Yelena grunted, "That's a personal question."

"Mhm, you're officially my sister now, and I am patiently waiting for you to make Y/N mine."

Yelena ignored her sister in law for a moment, she found herself staring at you from across the room, no matter the occasion her eyes always drifted to you, it was a reflex at this point. Her sister dipped you backwards, then repeatedly spun you so fast you couldn't stop laughing.

"See," Wanda called her out, following her gaze to be met with the sight of you, the smile the blonde wore was far too soft for Yelena's usual cold appearances, "You need to lock her in."

"She is already locked in," Yelena huffed, but she couldn't help but agree, "But I know, you are right, is that what you wanted to hear?"

Wanda smirked smugly instead of responding, and after a moment of awkward silence she released herself from the blondes strong hold.

"Don't worry Belova, I got your back," she winked as she walked away, then she tapped your shoulder to signal it was time to switch back, you smiled at her, a hand affectionately grazed over her bump, and Yelena found the sight to be a perfect glimpse into the future.

Her perfect little family, one she never thought possible, coming to fruition before her eyes. It nearly brought her to tears thinking about your hand on Wanda's belly as her own on yours.

When you caught the bouquet a few hours later Yelena saw the intentional wisps of red that floated it to your hold. She glared at the witch who wore a content smile, but it faded quickly as you jumped into her unsuspecting arms. Your body shook with excitement, and the blonde held you that much closer when she understood you wanted it all just as bad.

Yelena set you down, and instantly cupped your cheeks, pulling you in for a kiss that said more than her words ever could. When she finally pulled away your eyes were glossy, she frowned, but you waved her off, "Happy tears."

She nodded in vague understanding, "Why?"

"Because, even if you are not there yet, I am," you smiled at her while nervously flitting the flowers around, "This bouquet toss helped me feel stronger in my convictions that you're it for me baby, there's no love story greater. So, if and when you're ready, I'll be there to say yes."

"I'm ready," she interrupted your monologue, her tone was neutral, likely due to her nerves, but you saw a smile steadily creeping up.

"I'm more ready!"

Yelena frowned, and you nearly lost your shit when you turned to see Pietro down on one knee with a ring that resembled Wanda's.

"Oh, you poor, drunk fool," you sympathized, and leaned into your girlfriend as he went on.

"I am a good man," he hiccuped softly, his hand flying up to cover his mouth, and to your fortune it was a false alarm, "I can make you the happiest women ever Y/N, will you—."

Yelena was about to attack the man, but in a twist of fate it was Wanda who got him first. The witch lifted him into the air, not a care in the world as he gasped for no apparent reason.

"Give me my ring pridurok, or you'll be sleeping with the sharks in the Atlantic."

(Dipshit)

"Sestra, please, you just had your big day," he whined drunkenly, "Just let me have mine!"

Yelena approached the man, she scooped the ring from his hand, and gently passed it back. Then she nodded to Wanda, and in a show of impressive strength she caught the man by his collar as he fell from the air, and slammed him into a marble pillar, "Ostorozhneye, Pietro, ​​ya znayu, gde ty spish', a ukus vdovy smertelen."

(Careful now Pietro, I know where you sleep, and a widows bite is deadly.)

As soon as her hands left the mans collar he was running for the nearest trash can. Yelena turned to you with a smug grin, she knew you were in a state of shock at her show of power. With her arms wide open you crashed right into her, your embarrassing words being muffled into her suit jacket, "That was hot."

Yelena snorted at your admission, and in a rare moment of PDA she kissed you tenderly. She never denied you her affections, but ones like this kiss were usually reserved for the house. But you reckon she didn't mind tonight since it was just a small group of close friends here.

"YA tebya lyublyu," Yelena confessed for the millionth tome with her forehead pressed up to yours. "Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu vonyayet."

(I love you / I love you too Stink)

"One time Y/N," she groans, "I come home smelling like a sewer one time after a mission and you don't let me move on, I want peace."

"Yeah, and that was one time too many."

"Can we go home now?" Yelena was over the scene, at this point she just wanted to cuddle up to you, with her puppy, Fanny, and your kitty, Gerald, sleeping soundly at your feet.

"Yeah, let me just grab my co—."

Natasha rushed over to you before you could even ask where the fire was, "Her water broke."

Yelena glared at her, "Ne nasha problema."

(Not our problem)

Both women went to grab you, likely to hold you in a standstill, but fortunately the witch with fluctuating hormones had the upper hand as she yanked you towards her, "They can have their petty little fight, while we go have babies."

"Hold on," you pulled the woman over to the bar, and grabbed two shot glasses. "Y/N..."

"Hush," you waved her off, "Close your eyes."

Wanda rolled them first, making sure you saw, but then she complied. "You can open now."

Stood before her were two shot glasses, both with a clear liquid in them, and she smirked. She wasn't sure where you got the droppers from, but in the dimly lit room she couldn't tell what was in them, so when you dropped a bit of blue curaçao into the first one she beamed.

"It's a boy!" You cheered, and you saw Natasha briefly look to you with her eyes alit with joy before she was back to shouting at her sister.

Wanda winced as another contraction hit, and you made quick work of the next shot, you had three droppers for the sake of surprise, and it sure helped to keep Wanda unclear until the next liquid turned a light pink, "It's a girl!"

Wanda smiled at you, it was pained though, you could see how she clutched her stomach, so you rushed around to her to guide her to the car, and as you retreated you shouted back, "Oy! Assholes, come take these shots, then get in the car and take us to the damn hospital!"

Love is beautiful, it might be a chaotic, messy experience, hell, even at times tragic, but even with that chance, it's beautiful nonetheless. It was all you ever wanted, and with this family of found individuals it seems you finally have it. That was never really a question for you honestly, but it was confirmed tonight as you looked into the fresh eyes of your goddaughter.

The brunette's tiny fingers were wrapped tight around your girlfriends, she was cooing softly at the baby in your arms, you felt your heart ache for this sort of future. When your gazes eventually met, and your lover smiled at you softly, with those bright, albeit tired hazel eyes you knew this was forever. You'd done it.

Yelena was your dream come true.

——

[bhaalble]

Sorry I keep posting about this but I really can't get over how there was a missed opportunity in not giving Gortash and Wyll more of an interpersonal relationship. We know Ulder didn't have a very high opinion of him but I do think depending on how Gortash was playing his cards his ideas might've held some initial intrigue for a younger version of Wyll Ravengard. Gortash has a tendency to position himself as a man of the people, reinvested in the safety of every day Baldurians. There's a way where he could even posture himself as an alternative to the Flaming Fist and their (mostly deserved) reputation for only protecting the patriars. I think at a glance that idea would catch Wyll's interest, considering his start as the Blade of Frontiers was largely about protecting those who no one else bothered to protect.

There's also Gortash's status as an outsider, something that I think would directly connect him to Ulder in Wyll's mind. Two men born outside the nobility, who unlike most of the politicians they work alongside had to work for every drop of status they got. Wyll left Baldur's Gate before Gortash's political career took off properly and he was allowed to be a little more open about his explicitly fascist politics. I think giving him some lingering fondness/reflexive defensiveness of Gortash could've made for some extremely interesting Act 2 and 3 conflict with him and Karlach. I don't think he'd be extremely defensive about it to her face, he'd be of course horrified what was done to her. But imagine him privately confiding in the player that he knows how easy it is to get in over one's head with devils. Is it not just as possible that he made a deal, like Wyll, with the best of intentions and, like Wyll, that deal had devastating consequences? It may be too early yet to cast judgement when he's not around to defend himself.

And then. You know. You find his dad under Moonrise and it becomes pretty clear.

I think it could really be another avenue through which to examine Wyll's personal connection to the city, especially the city's nobility. By Act 3 he is of course fully with Karlach on the stomp this fucker train. But there's a new weight now to the interactions with Gortash where he's present. Gortash is at first full politician trying to win him over. Wyll, you know how difficult your father can be, I don't WANT to tadpole him but you've seen for yourself how easily he can tunnel vision on his views of right and wrong. Baldur's Gate faces unprecedented problems, is it so unlikely that we need unprecedented solutions? Depending on player choices I can even see him leveraging his history with devils (and escaping them) to offer Wyll some alternative means to get out of his contract. Perhaps even reverse or cover up what Mizora's done to him appearance wise. The chance to be welcomed back into Baldur's Gate as its pride and joy, fully human, with a father finally happy to embrace you and a city in desperate need of heroes. All you have to do is swallow down the fact that it'll be premised on a lie.

I think it'd be a good way to bring forward the conflict of Wyll's act one personal quest, both by reiterating the conflict between Wyll and Karlach. And also by doubling down on the question that quests introduce. What will win out: your fear of the devil and your desire to buy into your own image as slayer of dragons killer of demons (and the heartless)? Or your own innate goodness and desire to do the right thing, even at extremely high costs?