#she gets here in two dayssss

[feverdreamsandlucidnightmares]

My mother kind of invited herself to visit me and stay in my tiny studio apartment for three days so I guess I won’t read fanfics or get on tumblr or acknowledge most of my life and relationships this week 🫠🫠🫠

[jsooly]

Can I make an ask for the sully seriessss? I wanna see what would happen if y/n got into a fight with one of the sullys (idm which one) so at the ended of the day she started going back to the lab with spider instead of being around them and like they kept going back to the lab like for atleast a week and a half, and she basically sleeps there, eats there, doesn’t actually leave it and the sullys haven’t seen her in dayssss and this sort of thing has never happened before

If you don’t wanna do this it’s okay but tysm!! :)

taken in by the sullys (10) / sully family x human!daughter/sister!reader

synopsis, flashback to when you get into a fight with neytiri and stay at the lab for a day or two… or twelve…

try not to put lore in the filler chapters challenge: failed. lol

thank you for your request <3 sorry if it isn't what you intended, but i hope i did it justice! i'm slowly working through my inbox so if you sent a request in, dw, i haven't forgotten them :D

(1) / . . . / (8*) / (9*) / (10 - ur here! ☆)

+ chapters with an * beside it means that it’s following atwow plot line as opposed to disconnected scenarios

years before the RDA returned. . .

as we’ve talked about in the earlier chapters, you can owe your strength and skill to neytiri, who was very diligent in training you.

you started earlier than any of your siblings. you learned to string bows, build arrows, proper technique for handling knives, etc...

it was clear to anyone that neytiri was the hardest on you. she put a lot of pressure on you to be the best.

in the early years, she was hyperaware of the clan's opinions of her. of jake, of the half-blood children she would eventually have one day. even though they were triumphant against humanity, she still held a bitterness for them.

so she was shocked when she felt so strongly about keeping you as her own. jake was more than ready to respect her wishes if push came to shove, but despite her grudge against the sky people, she was 100% on board with your adoption.

neytiri loved you very much, but sometimes other people's opinions were more important than your happiness.

"again." neytiri snapped, circling you like a hawk. her golden eyes were focused on you, constantly assessing your form for any missteps.

your eyes darted to her before you swallowed your nerves and pulled the bowstring taut.

"not quite. again."

you let the bow drop, clenching your eyes shut. what am i getting wrong? you inhaled sharply, drawing the bow once more, the thin string digging into the joints of your middle and index finger. your gaze flickered to neytiri in preparation for her critique.

she pursed her lips before she sighed, shaking her head lightly. "you must be faster, ma'ite."

you frowned, gently releasing the bowstring. the disappointment in her voice made your skin hot with embarrassment. "i'm pulling it as fast as i can."

"not good enough." her eyebrows furrowed. "we will do more strength training. forget the bow. for now we will build your muscles."

she stalked off, swiping the bow from you. you watched her leave before dropping onto the ground in exhaustion. you stared at the leather stitching in the ceiling, your heart thumping in your chest as you entered a resting state.

it was hard to impress neytiri, much less meet her expectations. you were working yourself to the bone, and still you weren't scratching the surface of her approval.

it only got worse as you got older. you were capable of more, so neytiri pushed you harder.

unfortunately, you were also in an age where you were increasingly self-conscious. this anxiety was only fueled by the strife within the clan. strife centered around you.

they didn't like that you were participating in their training rituals, especially since you regularly outperformed the other children.

and this isn't to say you just happen to be able to achieve such feats despite being human—

neytiri had you working all the time.

the other kids wanted to win. you had to win.

unknowingly, and unintentionally, neytiri conditioned you into thinking being the best would make you worthy of your family.

"what is the use, neytiri?" a clan member asked her, the judgement clear on his tone. he consoled his own child who was just beaten in combat by you. "the child is human. no matter how much time you pour into teaching her, she will never be part of the clan."

"i am aware," neytiri shoots back dismissively.

"you have sons. neteyam is the next olo'eyktan, and you waste your time on a demon."

"demon or not, she is a part of my family. we train all our children, y/n is no different." neytiri hissed, whirling to face her challenger.

the man stepped back but didn't step down. "what is the goal of her training? she cannot complete iknimaya. she cannot bond, she cannot see, she cannot connect with the great mother—"

"there are many things y/n cannot do. to make up for it, she will be everything the sky people are not. she will be clever, quick, and deadly like any other na'vi child, otherwise there would have been no point in keeping her." neytiri snarled, her anger bubbling over the surface.

the man was putting her own fears into words. she was unforgiving to sky people, wishing they would remain with their kind rather than infiltrate her and her people's space. she was aware she was being hypocritical when it came to you, and it ate her up inside when she thought about it. but that's just a mother's love—paradoxical.

she was determined to mold you into perfection so that no one would think you didn't belong among them.

she stormed away from the man and his child, her thoughts so clouded that she didn't even notice you standing right there, hiding behind a branch as you eavesdropped.

you stared at her until she vanished from view, her words stewing in your mind.

some part of you knew that she felt that way. simply observing the differences between how she trained you versus neteyam or lo'ak were clear as day. she handled you with an urgency as if you were stacked against a ticking clock, as if you had to fight to be able to stand in front of her and receive her instruction.

she would only respond to excellence. and even then, her praise was weighed down by an unspoken burden.

you sat behind that branch for a very long time.

demon. the man called you that, and she didn't deny it.

—

the dinner table was filled with the pleasant chatter of your younger siblings, reveling in their various feats and findings in the earlier hours.

"what about your day, y/n?" jake asked, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and squeezing.

you sighed, nudging the food on your leaf. "just training."

"this reminds me, y/n," neytiri spoke up, wiping tuk's face before glancing over to you. "we can fit in another burst of strength conditioning before bed."

your expression hardened, your eyes falling to the ground. "i'm pretty tired..."

"that's why you're fueling up." she said, almost confused that you would shirk training.

"i won the races today." you said sharply, your eyes narrowing. "isn't that enough?"

"you must be faster, ma'ite." neytiri stressed, her brows furrowing in that oh-so-familiar disappointing look. jake sent her a silent message from across the table, warning neytiri to back down and maybe be encouraging for once.

"i—faster?" you shot back incredulously. you won. forget being faster, you were the fastest.

"our world is unforgiving. even a second can be the difference between life and death." neytiri said matter-of-factly. pity swam in her eyes as she gazed upon you.

you slammed your hands down, glaring outright at your mother. "stop acting like that's the reason you want me to train so hard."

a slow blink. neytiri froze, her ears flattening as she barely contained her reaction. "watch your tone, daughter."

you throw caution to the wind, springing to your feet with clenched fists hanging at your sides. "i do everything you ask. i train, i win, i fight, i hunt—"

"you are not fast enough!" neytiri doubled down, rising to her feet and towering over you.

"i am not enough, period." you correct her, and you didn't miss the flicker of guilt in her expression. got you. the child in you hoped she would deny it, to tell you that it wasn't like that. but the subtle wince told you all you needed to know.

a beat passed as neytiri breathed hard, collecting the scattered thoughts in her head and reigning in her emotion.

"you are alive," neytiri began slowly. "because i made you strong. because i did not coddle you like a helpless child. i did not give you the luxury of softness, because no one would else would. you think you suffer because of me? you won today because you are better than them. both na'vi and sky people alike. because i made you more than what they expected."

"you pushed a narrative on me! you don't see me for who i am."

she snarled, striding around the table. "the clan is the one that does not see you. i see fire in you, y/n. the drive to be more than what you were born as."

"none of this is for my sake! you want me to prove that i'm worth something to the clan. that i'm worth something to you. and i'm trying." your voice tapered off into a whine.

"you're human. you have needed to prove yourself from the minute you set foot on this tree."

you blinked back tears, your face flipping between emotional distress and anger, shoulders rising with every heavy breath.

"what—" your voice broke, and you breathed in deeply before continuing. "what if i didn't want to fight for my place? what if i just wanted to be your daughter?"

she opened her mouth to retort but the gravity of your words hit her like a truck.

frustrated with her lack of response, you spun on your heels and booked it out of the marui with a aggravated scream.

there was a lengthy silence that hung in the air after you stormed out. neytiri said nothing further, dropping back into her seat.

they didn't see you for days after that.

jake and neytiri initially panicked, fearing you were victim to pandora's nightly dangers

but norm put in a call and informed them that you were just hanging around them in an old bunk.

jake visited you in the beginning, coaxing you to return. but you refused.

when he put his foot down and ordered you to come home, you said you'd come on your own time, later that day.

you never showed up. when he went back looking for you, you were nowhere to be found. you were straight up avoiding them.

he knew that he wasn't the one you needed to see. but neytiri was just as stubborn.

"she will come back." neytiri said calmly, but she churned her spices with more aggression that jake's ever seen before.

"you're her mother," jake gently spoke up. "it's your job to chase after her."

she hissed at her husband. "she cannot understand that i am the way i am with her for her own benefit."

"she's a child. barely a teenager. she's doesn't care why you're doing it."

"she doesn't listen."

jake snickered, earning a hard smack to his chest from neytiri. "what?" she snapped.

jake's laughter trailed off as he gave her a knowing look. "now you know how i feel with your sons."

she rolled her eyes.

"she has a lot stacked against her." jake reasoned, scooting closer to her. "she doesn't need to fight her mom, too."

the kids were insufferable.

with you gone, there were lots they couldn't do—namely go out and play in the forest, which was their favorite.

in your absence, jake sometimes found the time to take them out, but he didn't let them have fun like you did.

you let them explore their surroundings, only cautioning them when they were doing something seriously stupid. jake's dad brain didn't allow for much wiggle room, and he wanted them in his sight at all times.

all that to say they were bored. they missed you.

"when is y/n coming back?" lo'ak's little voice whined, climbing on neytiri's back.

"soon." she muttered, her voice clipped. she could feel her resolve slipping.

parenting never came with a guidebook. she was young, freshly 20 when she had neteyam. she didn't know what she was doing, and she hoped the lengths she took to prepare her children for the real world would pay off. the reality was she was stuck.

she also missed you.

"i wanna go outside." kiri raised her arm, pointing to the expanses of the forest.

neytiri groaned. "kiri, we've told you. no outside if your father can't watch you."

she stomped her foot, complaining. "ugh, neteyam's only four years younger than tsmuke. can't he watch us?"

neytiri gave her daughter a warning look. "neteyam is a baby, just like you. he can't fight off viperwolves or save you from a hammerhead stampede, can he? do you want to be flattened?"

"no." kiri muttered, her glare dropping to the floor.

"you can go outside when your father returns from his duties." neytiri sighed.

neytiri was beginning to reach her limit.

she was anxious. when they went to bed at night, there was always something missing. she itched as if something was left undone.

she struggled to sleep. at the least, jake was also in a similar state. they often lay awake beside each other quietly, but the air between them was charged with a million unspoken thoughts.

the next morning, on the twelfth day you've spent away from them, neytiri finally had enough.

she got up at the crack of dawn. by her understanding, you actively avoided them. how you got wind of their arrival without even seeing them was beyond her. or perhaps it wasn't—she probably taught you that.

she slinked through the wet forest, the morning mist kissing her skin with dew drops. it smelled like rain, like dirt and musk. she just hoped she would be able to outwit you.

she found herself smiling, pride sneaking its way into her heart. how funny that you were using everything she taught you against her.

she didn't make her presence known. she was careful not to trip any of the perimeter alarms, peeking through the foggy windows for any indication of your location.

her ears stood at attention at the sound of rustling behind her. it was faint, barely recognizable, and worth pursuing.

she raced after the sound before it got away from her. she caught sight of your skin against the dull earthy tones of the forest, her eyes brightening.

abandoning your stealthy approach, you broke into a sprint.

"y/n!" she yelled after you. your burst of speed caught her off guard and she scrambled to her feet to chase after you. "wait!"

"i don't want to talk to you!" you yelled over the wind.

unfortunately your legs stood no chance against neytiri's massive strides. you were within her reach in seconds. her hand shot out to grab you. you dodged her, shifting your direction and running between her legs. you yanked on her queue, surprising yourself when you packed enough strength to throw her off balance.

when neytiri got a hold of her bearings, you vanished. she did a 360, scanning the area before turning her gaze up. picking a random tree, she began to climb.

"y/n." she said softly when she climbed high enough. you were already leaping across branches. she followed you, pushing hard to catch up.

"stop—" neytiri grunted as her foot barely found purchase on the tree she was leaping to. "stop running!"

by eywa, you were crazy fast. at least that was something your smaller stature allowed—exponential agility. she grumbled to herself, changing course.

when you jumped and landed with an oomph, you swung your head back to see if she was there. you were annoyed she was chasing you, but now you were even more irritated that she stopped so easily.

with a frown, you straddled the branch.

"aha!" neytiri dropped down from above you.

"what—" you barely looked up before she fell on top of you, screaming as you both slid off the high treetops.

she held you against her, her arm firmly fastened around your stomach, your back pressed to her. her free hand gripped onto a vine, the water shielding her skin from the burn.

you came to a complete stop, swaying just a foot above ground. she dropped down, refusing to let you go even when you got over your shock.

"please, ma'ite, mawey."

"let me go." you grunted, pushing her arm away with little success.

"no."

you probably looked so silly, squirming in neytiri's arms while she battled against your flailing limbs to fully and properly embrace you.

"let's hug."

"what? no."

"give me a hug. we need this."

"ugh." you groaned, going rigid in her arms.

pride ran in the family and neytiri was no different. she struggled to find the right words.

"i am sorry for how relentless i was. i know i'm supposed to have all the answers, but i don't. i'm learning that my way isn't always right, and making you feel out of place was the last thing i wanted to do."

you pursed your lips, hanging limp in her arms.

"you... confuse me, y/n. i have a hatred for sky people and everything they took from me, but i love you. dearly. and this is a feeling i cannot explain to my people. i hoped my methods would help you fit in with them, but i pushed you too hard, too fast."

"i don't mind the training. i know i need it especially." you mumbled. "but doing it constantly—"

"i know, i know." she hushed you, cradling your head. "i don't want you to question anything anymore. you are my daughter, however inexplicable it is."

you smiled warmly at her, finally returning her embrace.

she sat down, setting you in her lap as she undid the hairstyle in your hair, reweaving it with her skillful fingers. "i get scared. you've grown, but i still see you as that toddling baby. pandora is dangerous enough for na'vi as is. i can't help but multiply those dangers by one thousand when you go out there."

she sighed. "i must admit something to you. i have visions of you—one recurring one in particular. it comes and goes. you, bruised and bloodied, a massive slotsyal threatening to swallow you whole." she rested her hands on your shoulders. "i don't want to send you out there and see you hurt, or worse. not when i know i can prepare you."

"you've trained me well," you reassure her. "and you will continue to do so. i won't get into trouble thanks to your lessons. there's no way a stormglider would eat me, either."

she chuckled, standing and holding out her hand in invitation. "perhaps you're right. you are pretty fast."

you beamed up at her.

your bond with neytiri only grew stronger from that point. you were locked in together, and she couldn't be more proud of the fighter you've grown into.

and if anyone had anyone to say about it, they better be ready for a knife fight.

. . .

thanks for reading! <3

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⋆✩⋆ ─── in which . . . charlotte is living the la lifestyle as she visits some friends.

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[chocolatetheoristcloud]

Can I have some heartbreaking, painful Sasuke angst?

(FINALLY A REQUEST!! 😭)

HOUND DOG

Paring: Sasuke x reader

Warnings/tw!:heart break,angst,dark content, friends with benefits,smut,fuck boy Sasuke, gas lighting,we are here for a good time not a long time, bullying elements,modernish AU, cursing.

Ft: Naruto,Kiba, Shikamaru mentions,Shark boy(forgot his name)

How could you be soo dumb...hm? just how could.

I mean the signs were all there,so how?.

He seemed so nice and friendly to you. When you first met.

You though you would,for ONCE in a lifetime finally have a person who cares about you, someone who wouldn't make fun of you and your interest's or or question you on never not smiling.

SOMEBODY to be their for you....

But no.

Here you are watching him make out with another girl.

I mean wasn't it obvious...

Fuck you then vanish, then when you go to see him the other day while he's talking with his friends laughing as he told them what happened the other day between you two, he'd act distant and cold while his friends are giggling behind him.

"Um yeah sorry Y/N.... I'm you know kinda busy with y'know my friends and all... sorry.."

"No no, it's fine we don't have to talk.. yeah sure no problem.."

His friends.....so am I not his friend...?

You though to yourself as you took your leave.

But he'll call you later that saying nothing but sweet nothings.

"I could never hurt you Y/N I hope you know that,....I promise....it's soo gental...plus you get me."

Lie lie lie, all you ever do is lie.

Promises are a ment to be kept, not broken...

And just like that you said nothing.I mean what was there to say your not his and he is not your's.

So like that, you didn't whine like some spoiled fucking hound begging for attention, muzzled up like a good hound dog keeping your mouth shut.You didn't whine, you were well trained.

And like a good hound dog you wouldn't dare the bite the hand that feed's you right

......or else you'll starve.

So like that you said nothing, even tho it hurts.

But that all change when you overhead him talking to his friends about him fingering you.

"Yeah you guys should of seen it, and how she reacted"

Sasuke said with a chuckle

"Wow Sasuke I'm impressed....I never expected Y/N to have sex with you,I mean she's always soo uptight"

"Yeah, Sasuke even I was caught off guard when you told us you got Y/N to fuck you, also I agree with Kiba, Y/N is really uptight and almost never's talks to anyone....so now the question is how the hell did you get her to fuck you!?"

"I mean come on Naruto... have you met me, but yeah I'll have to admit she was really uptight but I'll tho it took me sometime....I eventually got through to her and the rest was like clock work .... even she has a sour look on her face and doesn't talk to anyone...she has some ass and thighs on her for dayssss bro.... not to mention she's like a hound....she wouldn't bit the hand that's feed's her"

"Wow really...if that's true then I'm sure Shikamaru would love her"

"Yeah well, no shit Naruto shit after hearing about her from Sasuke I wouldn't mind fucking her too~"

Suigetsu added as they all laugh

Finally, deciding you with that you decide that you didn't want to have sex with Sasuke again after that. So when he finally hang's out with you and tried to make a move to you onto you this time you didn't hesitate to put a stop to it.

"Look....Sasuke we need to talk"

"About what?"

"About this, I don't wanna do this with you anymore... but we could still be-"

You were cut off.

"Wow Y/N so this is how you treat me, after everything we did together"

"Sasuke stop don't make sound like that you know that's not true"

"What? that you're being such an uptight bitch all of a sudden?"

"What the hell are you talking about,if anything your the bitch! you think I didn't hear what you were talking to your friends... well I did and I don't wanna do this anymore....I thought...I thought we could actually be friends but now I see that you were just using and abusing our friendship.... you don't care for me like I care for you, like any true friend would.... like how you think I'm just some puppy you can come and play with after....well I'm not, I'm not your house pet you jerk!!!"

You said it with your chest, there was no holding back now.

After that you and Sasuke stopped hanging out but that didn't stop him from telling the school he fucked you.

So now but to the question......

How could you be so dumb?

Could it be.... loneliness?

Could it be.....careless?

No it's not

It's not any of those

But you know what it could be....

You

Poor Poor Y/N....you pitiful creature. You finally got some good attention and just like a pound pup who has finally been let out it's cage you below it.

What's the matter? It's your fault for slipping up..... but here you are crying in the girls bathroom in an empty dirty stall crying.

Like a hound crying for it's bone... playing the victim as if you didn't bring it upon yourself....

You could of simply said no.....but like attention seeking puppy you didn't.

So go ahead and cry and whine like a puppy dog.

[alpacaparkaseok]

(unhinged) life update woot woot

helloooooo

I just - how are you? Good? Great? Having the worst day of your life thus far?

Whatever it is, I hope you're gonna have the best day ever starting now. I've missed chatting with everyone one here (I just lurk around and reblog stuff lol). And BEFORE you start asking, "B, what the frick frack snick snack. We were promised chapters. Part 2's and juicy goodness."

You're right. You were. You'll probably get them eventually. BUT.

I've come to explain myself ☺️

For the past seven months, I've been planning and writing and scrapping and starting all over again and again because thanks to you guys, your support and the amazing support of my hoosband and family/friends, I'm chasing the craziest dream ever.

I'm writing a book.

I'M WRITING IT. RIGHT NOW. It's like two tabs over, in all its glorious, rough-draft, unfinished glory.

Like, a book that gets published and sits on shelves and has a picture of me cheesin on the jacket.

SO, the moral of the story is that, yes, I have been writing, but it's been like 350 pages of scraps (literally wish that I was joking about the sheer amount) and worldbuilding and having the most fun ever trying to figure this crap out.

I haven't been writing a ton of Tumblr stuff :( but that doesn't mean I'm done with it. I have drafts of chapters just hanging out, but that's not the focus right now (understandably).

Just wanted to inform you all because 1) I love you and 2) you're a huge reason for this. I know I have a lot to learn and I'm going to be in for a LONG ride - if this ever gets picked up by anyone, which there's a very strong chance that it won't. For now, I'm working on draft 1 and loving my life because I'm right where I belong.

For those of you that have read this far (so sorry is so long, I'm listening to "Cold Blooded" by Jessi and she's just giving me all the hype I need to write for dayssss), here's a few little facts about the book.

It's based off of HTSS *screaming*

Set in a brand new world

Our cast of characters has EVOLVED into a beautiful array of male and female characters (i.e. Jimin's character is a fabulous, well-connected girl from a country based off of India and the sass is lifeblood for me)

I've learned more about what matters to me this year as I've written about themes of family, found-family, and self-reliance and it's been kinda hard ngl

I LOVE YOU

don't worry this blog is still a bts blog don't worry about me completely changing it lol

ok that's all for now, I love you (just in case you didn't catch that WHOLE vibe) and hey, if you ever wanna see a moodboard or beta read or anything, you know where to find me ;))

[qmakobin]

˖ The Night We Fell ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

A/N: Hi! Eribin here! Please bear with my English, I'm not perfect, so as this story. This is just a FICTION, separate this from reality. The plot is mainly from my delusion. I made this story because of the picture above. This picture made me awake for dayssss!!! DAYSSS!!! Leiya, what a sexy man you are 😭❤️

WC:

Genre: fluff, emotional connection, light hearted romance

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The room was dim, lit only by the glow of a street lamp passing through the window.They got caught in the rain, so they went to a hotel nearby to pass the time. They went on a date. Leiya is courting Y/N for almost 3 months now. He wanted to pursue her, even it takes years to get her sweetest YES, he will wait. It wasn’t planned, but somehow, it felt right.. just the two of them, tucked away in this quiet space, away from the world.

Leiya lay lie down on the bed, his chin resting on his hands as he stared at Y/N with a lazy grin. His hair was messy from the day, his tank top slightly wrinkled, and yet, he looked effortlessly charming.

“Why are you smiling like that?” she asked, breaking the silence. She was sitting in the other side of the bed. The rain poured so hard and base on the news it wasn't letting up anytime soon. Probably, not until early morning.

He shrugged “Just thinking” he simply said. 

“About what?” She tilted her head, pretending to be unaffected by his piercing gaze, but her heart betrayed her. It was beating so hard. She likes Leiya for a very long time. She just testing him if how many months could Leiya last courting her.

Leiya hesitated for a moment, as if gathering courage. “You” he said softly.

Her heart flipped. She laughed, a quiet, nervous sound. “You’re such a flirt, you know that?”

“Maybe” he admitted, his grin widened. “But it’s true. I’ve been thinking about how lucky I am to have you here. Right now. In this moment." He added.

Her chest tightened, and she looked down at the blanket, fiddling with its edge. She bit her lips to keep herself smiling “You’re so dramatic” she mumbled.

Leiya propped himself up on one elbow, his expression turning serious. “I mean it, though. You make everything feel lighter. Even when life’s messy, even when I don’t have everything figured out… you’re my favorite part of the day.” 

She didn’t answer right away, her fingers frozen on the blanket. Her breath hitched when his hand brushed against hers, his fingers slowly intertwining with hers, steady and sure.

He shifted closer, the bed dipping slightly under his weight. He reached out, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered there, brushing against her cheek, and she couldn’t bring herself to pull away. That simple gesture makes her butterflies run wild.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he whispered, his voice low and filled with a tenderness that made her chest ache. “I can’t stop thinking about you. The way you laugh, the way you get that determined look in your eyes when you’re focused… everything about you just--”

“Leiya…” she cut him off, her cheeks flushed, her heart pounding.

“What?” he asked, his lips curving into a playful smile.

“Stop talking.”

His eyes widened in surprise, but before he could respond, she leaned in, closing the space between them. Her lips brushed against his in a kiss so soft, it was barely there yet it made the world stopped for a while.

Leiya froze for a moment, eyes widened as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened. Then, with a quiet laugh that sounded like relief, he reached for her cheeks and kissed her again. His thumb brushing against her skin as he deepened the kiss, slow and filled with unspoken feelings he had been carrying for months. 

When they finally pulled away, their foreheads resting against each other, they both wore matching smiles.

“So, does this mean you and I-- we-- we're--” He stammered, his voice trembling with nervousness.

"Leiya, you're terrible with words" she laughed as she shook her head. 

"We just kissed and.. and-- I-- I mean, I didn't expect that at all, Y/N... So it means.. were officially dating?" Leiya said as he held her hand. His eyes filled with hope. 

For a moment, she just stared at him. Studying his face. From his messy black hair that she want to run her hand through it, from his expressive eyebrows, slightly arched but not groomed. His doe eyes, that giving off an impression of innocence. His thick and long eyelashes that I'm jealous of. His well-defined nose, slightly narrowed bridge. It just fit perfectly as if sculptured with care. And lastly his pink lips, it often curved effortlessly charming and full of life. His smile started small, a subtle curve at the corners of his lips, but when he truly smiled, it was radiant, bright and genuine, lighting up his entire face.

There was something comforting in his smile, like a quiet reassurance that everything would be okay. Whether he was teasing, laughing, or simply sharing a moment, his smile had a way of drawing you in. And his smile is my favorite part of his face.

"If you want to kiss again, just say so.." he chuckled, she rolled her eyes at him. 

"What!?" She exclaimed 

“You were staring at my luscious lips" he said dramatically, touching his mouth with his fingertips. “What else am I supposed to think? I know, I know, no one can resist my lips and my charm.” He smirked.

"Oh, shut up." Y/N said and picked up the blanket near her and throw it to Leiya. 

Leiya let out a loud laugh, catching the blanket and tossing it aside. He could tell she was flustered, but instead of teasing her more, he just smiled. He didn’t want her to feel awkward after the kiss. He just wanted her to know how happy he was.

Because, oh God!! she kissed him. He didn’t expect that at all. But it made his entire world spins so fast. It gives butterflies and no one could ever do that. Only her. 

With a grin still on his lips, he glanced at her, his heart thudding in his chest. “So… can I call you mine now?”

She bit her lip, pretending to think, before finally looking at him with a soft smile.

“Took you long enough to ask.” she said.

Leiya let out a laugh that light, relieved, completely in love. He pulled her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against her knuckles.

“So… does this mean I finally get my ‘yes’?”

She squeezed his hand. “Yes, Leiya. You finally got it.”

Leiya whooped in victory, pulling her into a hug, burying his face in her shoulder. “Finally! Three months, Y/N! I think... I deserve a reward.”

She giggled. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

Another playful smirk appeared on his lips as he pulled back slightly, looking at her expectantly. His brows wiggles.

“Well…” he tapped his lips, thinking deep thought. “Another kiss sounds like a fair prize.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled. “you're so shameless”

Leiya gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “Me? Shameless ? I think I earned it”

She sighed dramatically but leaned in, pressing a quick peck on his cheek.

Before she could move away, Leiya turned his head at the last second—causing her lips to land half on his cheek, half on the corner of his mouth.

Y/N froze, her eyes widening. “Leiya!”

He grinned, looking way too proud of himself. “Oops!”

She smacked his arm, but he just laughed, catching her hand and intertwining their fingers again. Then, in a much softer voice, he said, “I’m really happy right now.”

Y/N felt her heart melt at his sincerity. “me too.”

Leiya’s grin widened. “Good, because I’m planning to keep you forever.”

As the rain continued to pour outside, inside that small hotel room, Leiya and Y/N sat close, warmth radiating between them. And for the first time that night, neither of them cared about the storm outside.

Because right now, in this moment, all that mattered… was them.

-------- THE END

Thank you so much for reading ❤️ If you have some spare time, you can read my other stories (here).

[rinhaler]

I have a couple things to say here

1. Your writing is so amazingly! I’ve been thinking about it for dayssss

2. (Y/n) saying that no one cares if their boss had a threesome but everyone cares if the bosses girl did made my heart hurtttt. Bc not only is she not just insecure about Urame fucking Sukuna but now she has to think about everyone judging her 😭. Honestly that specific part reminded of Slut by Taylor Swift that I listened to it on repeat while rereading trigger finger.

3. In my own little fucked up brain I wonder what would happen if (y/n) gets pregnant. Like who’s the daddy??? I have a feeling Urame would be spreading rumors on (y/n) having an affair and that sukunas not the dad, it surely wouldn’t help her feel any better.

I know you said you didn’t plan on writing a part two so my head is currently filled with dramatic angsty scenarios 😭🫣

omg thank you for this wonderful ask!

I'm glad you like my writing so much first of all hehe I work very hard to write stuff I wanna share so it means a lot to hear that people actually appreciate the effort.

The reader has a lot of pressure on her all of the time. She doesn't usually care as much because she knows Sukuna will silence anyone who dares say a bad word against her (except Uraume I guess 🙄). But knowing she's being bad mouthed because of something he made her do isn't helping her mental state at all. And the fact their relationship is starting to become so strained makes it harder again.

I say this about every AU when someone says what would happen if the reader got pregnant but:

lmao 🫶🏽

[thenovelartist]

Drunk Marriage - After Headcanons - Tears of Themis

Because someone asked, here’s the ToT boys' after-story headcanons for the Drunk Wedding one-shots.

And if you didn't read those, here ;)

Vyn | Artem | Marius | Luke

Vyn

Vyn doesn’t actually end up going through the annulment.

It was after a long talk with Rosa about it, with Rosa assuring him that if they wanted to stay married, they should just leave it. What’s the point of getting an annulment only to get remarried soon after?

Vyn is still torn because he wanted things to be perfect, but he realizes the mistake has already been made so they have to live with it.

So, even if they are technically remaining married, they still want a little ceremony.

They decide to have an unofficial wedding, where Rosa is wearing a proper dress and they actually exchange vows in front of some friends/coworkers.

It was once they decided on that that Vyn goes ring hunting so he can properly propose to her.

She cries in happiness, and Vyn is thrilled to slide the engagement ring on her finger. (At least he could do an engagement properly.)

They manage to put the event together quickly, finding a quaint little outdoor venue that is available and the rest falls into place after that.

It was small but still plenty fun.

Vyn invites none of the ex-friends that set them up in the first place. And he’s perfectly content with that. But due to Rosa’s request, he’ll send them notifications after the honeymoon.

After their ceremony celebration, Vyn happily takes his wife home, where she’d slowly been moving her things over to during the last two months.

And they consummate their marriage then. (Vyn thought it would be more romantic to wait and have their wedding night after a wedding they actually remembered.)

Come morning, forget getting up. This man already sleeps in late, but now he sleeps in late snuggling Rosa.

Vyn considers himself the luckiest man in the world to have married such a wonderful woman.

Artem

Artem is insistent upon doing this whole wedding and marriage thing properly, hence the annulment.

Starting with a proper proposal.

That is, after he straightens out their whole relationship with Rosa.

“Artem, honey, I already told you I wanted to marry you.”

Once she assures him what she wants out of their relationship, he’ll go get her a ring.

And propose in his awkward, endearing manner.

And make her cry, which worries him, making her laugh.

They throw a traditional, classic wedding.

It’s not too large, but not that small, either. Most of the firm is invited along with other friends.

Celestine insists on being the maid of honor. Much to Kiki’s disappointment. (Eventually, Rosa gets Artem to agree to let Celestine be the “best maid” so Kiki could be her maid of honor. Artem will cave for Rosa’s sake.)

Artem nearly faints when he sees Rosa in a wedding dress.

And Celestine offers him and Rosa tissues during the vows.

When Artem takes Rosa to his home, which they agreed would become their home from now on, he about dies when he realizes what happens after a wedding. Because it’s with Rosa and he’s an awkward, precious bean.

But the morning after, he realizes he doesn’t want to get out of bed.

He’s so happy.

However, it will be a full week before he stops blushing waking up next to his wife every morning.

Marius

Marius is on damage control for dayssss.

He’s both on cloud nine and in the seventh level of hell.

Rosa is worth it, though. Very much worth it.

They do everything out of order. Because they go on a “kinda honeymoon” once the damage is controlled. Because he really needs a break. (He can only swing a couple days, though, but still, he’ll take what he can get.)

And it’s the perfect time for a passionate night between them.

It’s not their first; their first was the night after they agreed to stay married.

Honestly, she makes it hard to get out of bed in the mornings because he doesn’t want to leave her.

After their mini vacation, they actually start planning their wedding.

And Marius starts designing her ring.

You think this artist is going to get her some common stock ring? Not a chance. He’s designing everything about it.

They’re halfway through the wedding preparations by the time it’s completed.

She’ll still cry when he proposes with it.

When they throw the official ceremony, it’s a huge event.

They have to have massive security around to limit the press and random party-crashers.

But they still have a blast of a time.

And Marius is happy to have gotten a proper wedding with his wife.

His father comes back for a week just to oversee the company so Marius can have a proper, undisturbed honeymoon. To which Marius feels like he’ll owe his old man for the rest of his life, but he’s super thankful all the same.

(This is also the perfect place to squeeze in my headcanon of unplanned baby number 1 being discovered a few weeks after the honeymoon.)

Luke

Luke is already on cloud nine living with his wife.

They go down to the courthouse a few days later to properly get married.

When Luke told Aaron the whole story, that man nearly died laughing.

Rumor has it he’s still laughing to this day.

But he’s more than happy to serve as a witness this time around.

Rosa nearly kills Luke when she appears in the wedding dress she and Kiki frantically went shopping for.

The boy could just die from happiness, honestly. Because she’s beautiful and he’s thrilled to spend the rest of his life with her.

They don’t get a honeymoon right away because of work and whatnot. They have to plan that out for the near future.

Doesn’t stop them from having a nice dinner and marital fun that night, though.

Luke loves being married to his best friend.

However, it comes with drawbacks. Such as why would he get out of bed when she’s snuggling him like that?

It takes a month for them to clear their schedules, but they do go on a proper honeymoon.

Luke takes countless pictures and spends probably two months after their honeymoon organizing their whole wedding album.

[daveeddiggsit]

would Wideout Thomas want a family? if he did, how many kids do you think he would want? how would he react when he found out his s/o is pregnant?

of course!! Thom is a big family man.

Okay, so Thomas and MC eventually have three kids together: a daughter (Jaelyn) and two twin sons (Jameson and Jayson).

Their first born and only daughter is a whoops baby. MC finds out she’s pregnant about a year or so after the events of Homecoming take place and Thom and her decide to keep the baby because why not - they’re both stable and secure in their relationship and they’d talked about having kids eventually so why not then? Ofc they’re both shocked and worried of the unknown and becoming parents at a relatively young age. But it all works out! You’ll meet 2-year-old Jaelyn (and dad!thomas!!!) in the epilogue. 😊

Then, they have two twin boys a few years later after they finally get married. Jameson and Jayson Jefferson.

Jameson wants nothing to do with sports and instead chooses a creative/artistic route by playing the Violin. This takes Thom and MC out of their comfort zone since they know nothing about the classical music realm.

Jayson (the other twin - gotta specify bc we got a lot of J names here lol) and Jaelyn (first born) grow up playing football. Jayson follows his older sister and father’s footsteps to play the sport.

Yes, Jaelyn, a girl, breaks the societal norm and plays football like her dad. Thom is so supportive of her (and protective and will fight anyone who mentions that his daughter can’t have an equal shot just bc she’s a girl). She plays the quarterback position for those of you with football knowledge.

(Thank you @braidedchallah for letting me yell at you bout wideout for dayssss and for coming up with Jameson’s name 😁🖤)

[winchester-with-wings]

Treat Yourself!

Barry Allen x Reader / Patron Benefit Fanfic!

Author's Notes: Sorry for the long wait on Patron fics guys! Work and life has been crazy but thank you for your continued support! This cute fic is for Kristen ( @book-loving--anime-chick ). It was really interesting writing this since I'm a shorty!!

Summary/Request:    Right, yes, sorry it slipped my mind! Could you write a fic where the reader is tall - like 6ft tall - and a bit insecure about it because she likes wearing heels. She has a bad experience at work or something and Barry comforts her?

Word Count: 1200ish

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Most people used incognito mode pm the internet for more nefarious...inappropriate purposes. Wait, that is what most people used it for, right? Eh, not you. You preferred to read your naughty stories, not watch it. But we digress…

You prefer to use incognito mode to avoid the cookies and personalized ads on your social media. You didn’t want to be constantly reminded of that one pair of bright blue 3-inch stilettos or the platform heels with rhinestones that promise you another two or more inches. You definitely didn’t want to remember that pair of wedge sandals that would go perfect with your favorite maxi dress. No...your maxi dress was already too short on your 6 ft frame.

But a person can dream. You can dream about wearing those shoes. About having a place to go where the shoes wouldn’t stick out--or instead shoes that would draw attention to themselves and invite people to look you up and down from head to toe. Legs for dayssss.

But in your normal day to day life you couldn’t even rock a kitten heel. Why? Again because you’re already taller than most women and also because...who between the age of 12 and 60 wears kitten heels? Maybe some people, but not you. It wasn’t a good look on you. You’ve customized your style to include nice converse sneakers and the girlier flats and sandals. You looked cute, no doubt. But if your feet were going to hurt from walking around all day, you’d rather place the blame on a pair of heels instead of flats with no cushion or arch support.

So you continue to dream. Sure, your closet has a few skeletons...a few shoes that have never been worn, and even a pair of decorated heels with hand-painted skulls and crossbones! Other than that, you wear the flat stuff when you go out and go to work. You’ll just stick to wearing heels around your  apartment and scrolling through shoe warehouses online during your lunch break.

But what can you do when your sandals break in the middle of the day?! You’re walking down the hall of CCPD when someone inadvertently gives you a flat tire. They step on the back of your shoe, scraping your heal and somehow you hear that quiet but distinct tear as your straps are separated from the sole.

They should be the least of your worries as you fall forward and down the stairs! You would’ve caught your step if you were on flat ground but you had been at the top of the stairs. You reach out for the railing but don’t reach it in time. Somehow, Barry Allen is there to come to your rescue.

He must’ve been walking up the stairs as you walked down them. He catches you in his arms, one hand cupping your elbow and the other steadying your waist as he redirects your fall towards the wall and absorbs the impact himself. Everyone else on the stairs has stopped, hopefully planning to help you if you’d come close to them. You were just happy and lucky enough to find yourself in CSI Barry Allen’s arms.

“Whoa, are you okay?” he asks, helping you settle on a single stair. You hold onto the railing to look at your shoes.

“Aw man!”

“Are you hurt?” he looks you over as bend down to grab your shoe.

“They’re ruined. This is my only pair at work.” You fight back the burning sting of tears. It’s just a pair of shoes, not even your favorites. But finding sandals and flats that fit you and that you actually liked was really hard. This is just one more thing you didn’t need this week.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Are you okay though? Nothing sprained or hurt?”

“Yeah, no. I’m fine,” you mumble as you start walking back down the stairs, no longer garnering attention from everyone else. “Thanks for the save, Barry. Can you just...can you let Joe know that I’ll be a few minutes late from lunch. I have to go...I dunno...figure this out.”

You run for the elevator and catch it just before the door closes. You’re alone and you let a few tears escape. Most women have spare pairs of shoes in their desk. They wear flats or sneakers to work and then switch into heels when they get to the office. That had never been an option for you. You’d always tried to convince yourself that this meant you were lucky. You didn’t have to have commuter shoes and work shoes; they were one and the same for you. But a laundry list of tasks to complete had already been pushing you to the edge. This is just enough to bring out those tears.

You wipe them away before the elevator door opens again. You take off your other shoe and walk into the lobby and out of the building, barefoot.

You toss the shoes into the trash and turn towards downtown.

“Y/N! Wait up!” Barry must’ve taken the stairs. He comes running out of the building, chasing after you. “Let me come with you,” he insists.

“Why?”

“Well, I know I’m not the person who broke them but at least if you have company do you don’t look like a crazy person walking down the street, barefoot and alone.” You can’t exactly argue with that. You were already insecure about your height. You didn’t want random strangers to judge you as if you’re just too good and too tall for shoes at all.

You walk past one shoe store, your eyes set on a different store a block away.

“Why don’t we go in here?” Barry asks.

“Oh, um,” you stop to look in the window. Glamorous heels, wedges, boots. A pair of black heels with a red sole. Your eyes light up for a second. “No, those aren’t for me,” you lament.

“What? Why?”

“I can’t wear heels.”

“What?” Barry chuckles. “Why not? Is there some dumb rule?”

“Uh, not exactly but…”

“But what?”

“I’m too tall to wear heels.” Barry looks you up and down. You’re maybe an inch or two taller than him. He doesn’t have to look too far up like some people.

“That’s ridiculous!” he smirks and takes your hand in his. “You like that pair, don’t you?” he points at the black and red heels in the window. You’re hesitant to nod. “Come on, let’s get them.” He gently pulls you into the store. The salesperson looks you over with no judgement. Barry indicates the pair in the window.

“Excellent choice,” they say, just before guessing your size.

They fit perfectly. Your back straightens with confidence. Your pants are just the right length. The black looks professional. The red makes you feel fiery, like you have a secret. And you did. Your secret was that you absolutely loved these shoes.

“They’re on sale,” the sales associate comments.

“Perfect! It’s a sign. Y/N, you look great in them. Buy them, or I will!” He pauses, “I mean...buy them for you...obviously...you know, not that I don’t have anything against men wearing heels...I just don’t wear them personally.” Barry blushes and laughs at himself, covering his eyes with one of his hands. He clears his throat. “Get them,” he encourages you.

You take a deep breath like you’re about to take a plunge into icy water. Yeah sure, it’s just a pair of high heels but it’s a big step for your confidence. Barry Allen is right by your side, cheering you on.

“Okay, I’ll take them.”

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[atopearth]

The Men of Yoshiwara: Kikuya Part 4 - Kagerou Route

Loll I guess Kagerou is still as harsh with his words as ever even when Misao wanted to pick him because they’re the same age and so she should be more comfortable with him. Although he was harsh with her about lacking in etiquette at the banquet, it was cute how he taught her how to handle things properly when Kagura went out for a bit. It’s kinda saddening that as an apprentice, you actually get more freedom. I honestly thought Kagerou would be worked to death with studies, training and errands but he actually has time to chill with Misao! It’s so funny how he kinda used his skills of seduction to con Misao into holding books for him at the bookstore loll, she noticed and didn’t mind though lol. It’s kinda saddening that the more experienced you are and the more money you earn, the more you’re trapped in Yoshiwara, but I guess that’s kinda like how full time jobs are, huh? The only difference is that you’re not forced like these men to stay in such confinement and you’re not forced to sell your body.

Oh, I honestly thought Shion was Kagerou’s mum but I guess she’s his sister! She apparently married a rich enough guy in the mainland so she wants to buy Kagerou’s freedom but he’s reluctant. Hmm, I can really only think of two reasons he would be reluctant; either Shion is dodgy and lying, or Kagerou feels too indebted and attached to Kagura so he would feel guilty if he just left for his own happiness and left Kagura by himself. Or does he think he’s unfit to live with his family anymore since he feels like he’ll be a burden or something? Anyway! Misao is so thoughtful. I loved how she got a silver chain for Kagerou’s pendant so he won’t lose it again, it was really sweet of her, I can see why Kagerou would blush and be so appreciative haha. He’s so cute. So then I guess until Kagura is free, Kagerou doesn’t believe he deserves to be free? I guess it’s understandable since Kagura has been taking care of Kagerou ever since he was sold; so from a young age… He must be really grateful to Kagura, and he admires him a lot as well, so it must be difficult to abandon all that. However, he must really want to unite with his family as well, since he really treasures that pendant holding an old photo of his mother and his sister. Although Kagerou can be really harsh with his words, it’s really cute how Misao always finds out he’s just hiding his shyness etc by saying stuff like that. Them walking around a fair was so cute, and him getting jealous when he thought Misao was going to sleep with Kagura was cute too haha. Kagura wants Kagerou to start actually having clients…and he wants Misao to be his first client so that Kagerou can at least experience true love for his first time since they obviously like each other… It would be so bittersweet though.

Omg, when Kagerou pushed her down and forcibly kissed her, omg, that is not cool. Misao was so scared as well! I don’t care what his reasons are and that he’s hurt, because what he did really scared Misao and really hurt her as well. It’s worse when she really trusted him and had fun being friends with him. He better apologise later😠 I guess it’s good that Iroha and them take things like this seriously and punish Kagerou for it, but I feel like he got in trouble for causing a disturbance to Takao and his client and others who heard them rather than for the act itself. Wow, like I know Misao is supposed to be like a Mary Sue character that is perfect for the guy and always doing her best to help them etc, but saying that she shouldn’t have refused him since Kagerou’s getting punished??? Like uh what? I understand you like him, but it’s totally unrealistic to not even be a little mad or like sad about the act he did when she legit cried and screamed no to him, like seriously. I don’t mind her still caring about him and wondering if he’s being fed since the punishment probably is really harsh and worrying, but like dude, show a little more emotion towards yourself please Misao. Okay, they just totally brushed over the whole thing and Kagerou didn’t even apologise for scaring her etc, yeahhh, I really can’t take this whole romantic confession etc seriously and happily anymore. Like honestly, I really liked Kagerou but I can’t deal with stories where they just ignore stuff like that happened and continue the romantic story as if it’s still romantic! It’s not romantic anymore and it annoys me.

Personally, I think Kagerou looks better in darker colours, so I don’t like his new debut outfit lol. Well, that development was worse than I thought. Misao literally got some contagious high fever for dayssss just to have the story make Kagerou unable to take other clients since he wants to spend all his time caring for her. It was so cliche of them to trick him into thinking Misao was dying so that he would more honest and allow his sister to buy his freedom so he could spend the rest of his time with her. Anyway, it was about time he let go of his silly pride that was going to hurt Misao and everyone around him lol. Although I think the good ending fit with Kagerou’s stubbornness a bit more, since he asked Shion to lend him money to buy his own freedom and started working with her and her husband to repay the debt. Either way though, he gets to stay pure with Misao as his only lifelong partner, so I guess that is something they can all rejoice about lol. I liked the sequel, it was nice to see Kagerou and Misao appreciate how lucky they are to not only be able to attain freedom from Yoshiwara, but also be able to be each other’s first and last partner. They should really appreciate it and really achieve the happiness that lots of others could never possibly get. The other sub stories were pretty cute and I probably liked the romance there more than in the main story lmao.

Overall, Kagerou’s route started out pretty cute and natural, it actually felt like a normal romance since they got to spend time outside of Yoshiwara and bond! But then, it all goes downhill when he pushes her down like an angsty boy that we’re supposed to understand and forgive when he didn’t even apologise and Misao just rolls with it like nothing happened, because it’s love so whatever. The ending was pretty trash too because in the end, everything was basically Kagerou’s problem and if he wasn’t so stubborn about his useless pride that was hurting everyone, it would have been good for them all. Like seriously, you could do so many things to help and love and appreciate the people around you by getting out of Yoshiwara instead of rotting there with everyone else. Anyway, the last part was so contrived of a story, I thought I couldn’t get any more disappointed lol. On the other hand, I enjoyed the background to Shion (that Kagerou obviously failed to appreciate) where she actually ran away to the mainland with a courtesan she loved, but since the unofficial way to get there is very dangerous, their ship ended up capsizing and the courtesan didn’t make it, whilst Shion was saved by her current husband. In the end, she was blessed to be alive and find someone she could love again, but I was so annoyed that Kagerou couldn’t understand that Shion just wanted Misao and him to be happy because she knows from experience that it’s practically impossible to pay off yourself for your own freedom especially since you make your loved ones wait in pain and you’re suffering as well too, like ugh. Anyway, if I have to say that I was pretty apathetic towards Kagura’s route before, then I’d have to say I quite hated Kagerou’s route here lol. I think I’m mostly disappointed that they had to just ruin Kagerou’s route when it could have been a cute, tsundere and pure romance with a budding gentleman, sigh.

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This was like the hardest list i ever had to make. i want everyone to know they’re all my faves, but i was asked for five and I esp gave some love to peeps I notice y’all are sleeping on? So I’m bringing them to the light :D

@vancuxer​: lmfao i don’t even know where to start. how long as it been? 2?? 3 years??? damn we’re crazy. but that’s why i love you! lizzy is number one and y’all aren’t even listed in order. she’s just number one and the rest fall into the same category. the greatest writer and probably the closest friend i have ever made on here. i can’t even express how grateful i am in just the rp world? like my muses have grown so much and it is 60% due to writing opposite to you. guys, you have no idea how wonderful this bitch can write and like discover things about your muses you didn’t even know you have. i trust her so much, she can get away with god modding if she wanted bc ik that’s how much she loves and respects my muses. I could keep going on how much ily but just thank you for being in ma life, both online and irl. also i’d probably have had like six-hundred mental breakdowns with you, so the fact you haven’t run for the hills, also adds in a bonus. bc i am crazy. 

@ciphvr​: my teenie, tiny bby!! the little sister i never thought i’d gain on here, but somehow did! But boy can this wonderful little munchkin write! And give advice! And just listen and be such a great friend. Tiny has the biggest heart and I think that’s what I admire most. Past her phenomenal writing skills, once you’re enclosed in her arms, you’ll never want to let go. Plus our threads are some of the greatest I’ve ever written? Like you bring out a side of my muses I never thought possible and it is simply because of how engaging your muses are? And you write so eloquently but still in a fashion that is understandable and legible? It’s a wonderful skill to have. And for you to have it so young still boggles my mind. I still cannot believe you were ever nervous to message me because you are on my level! A Beyonce for a Meghan! You’re the peanut butter to my jelly; the Canada to my Mexico, the Lucy to my Peter. ALSO SHE LIVES FOR DIVERSITY Y’ALL!!! CAN’T FIND THAT EVERYDAY! And yes, my girl Tiny is white, so the point is no one has excuses. Because if this woke baby  can give me some diversity in religion, race, and sexuality?? All y’all can too. The point is Tiny is better in every conceivable way than like 60% of you and you should be ashamed because you’re all at least 5 years older. 

@simplyamplex​: Wonderful starters, dynamic muses, and interesting plots: I cannot believe you have blessed me with your presence time and time again. Also that you keep giving me muses to write with. I never feel overwhelmed when I am replying to you because I have so much love and appreciation for our threads? Plus A, you’re like awesome to talk to. Old as a dinosaur (she didn’t know what drag me meant) but I love her anyways. If you guys need some big sister guidance in your life, this bitch is the one to go to. Also it is so hard to find someone who gives the same amount of attention to my females as they do my males???? You’re amazing sweetie, keep going. 

@regiiium: when i say y’all are sleeping on peeps I MEAN YOU ARE SLEEPING ON MAH BITCH RIGHT. HERE! An entire blog filled with mainly woc and all of their bios intersect? As in the majority of your interactions could overlap and create a broader storyline than you could’ve imagined? Idk what more y’all want. I can HC with Esme for DAYSSSS!! Like we could have two replies out and yet here I am, gabbing with you about everything that can be done. She is also such a great writer? I know I’m saying that about everyone about this list, but her specialty is interacting with your muse. Like whether they’re enemies, friends or romantic - her muses somehow make you explore yours in ways you never thought?? like I am so grateful her blog exists and??? sometimes the shit gets supernatural??? LIKE?? SLEEPING FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT! GO APPRECIATE MY BAE AND GIVE HER THE LOVE I KNOW ESME DESERVES THANK YOU!

@sapphickwrites​: idk what else to say other than she drives me nuts! jk. No she does, but in the best possible way. What is wrong with us??? We keep picking up plots like we’re insane and yet somehow are able to keep up with the plots we have now? Ugh. Anyways!!!! Another bae y’all need to get to know. I just- your muses? Are so different? And it shows so well??? Like even mine overlap sometimes, but not yours. You also write so that everyone can interact with you and not feel intimidated which is so rare in the RPC. Like you do this for complete fun and you make it such a relaxing activity for everyone. Idk if anyone has said it recently, but people like you are vital for the RPC to continue or we’d all be bitter scrubs yelling at each other. AND!! DIVERSITY TO THE MAX AGAIN? I haven’t seen like anyone have a John mofo Boyega which just goes to show you!!! Clearly I have a type (*cough* u use more than white fc’s *cough*). So again, this RPC would crumble without your dedication, compassion, and willingness to accept everyone into your blog??? I just feel so at home with you, whether it’s writing our threads or messaging you through IM. Plus we’re both nasty ;) with our muses so that’s a win/win in my opinion. 

@xleialevinex: PHEWWWWW ANOTHER ONE Y’ALL KEEP SLEEPING ON!! HONESTLY Y’ALL NEED TO JUST WRITE WHO I WRITE WITH OR ELSE YOU’LL BE MISSING OUT ON SOME GREAT PEOPLE?? Like my girl Bri! With one muse, she’s able to make plots that are appealing and will absorb your soul? Dragan is soft with no one but... here we are??? How talented is that? I honestly will read her threads just to get some inspiration because how you are able to mold your muse to fit any dynamic without losing your muse to another person is beyond me. I can only hope to have as much skill as you do. If you’re not writing with her, you’re missing out!! I promise you!!

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Angst 12

Just a quick little something for you! Still working on CM’s next chapter that should have been done dayssss ago. 😅

A busted lip.

Bruised cheek.

Red marks resembling fingers around her wrist.

Lexa’s body practically vibrated with the amount of anger that flowed within her. Each unveiled injury on Clarke’s body had her fingers clenching harder, ready to feel the hot blood of whoever dared to harm her girlfriend under them.

“Clarke, who did this? Who hurt you?”

Blue eyes looked down in prolonged fear, as if uttering the person’s name might bring another round of fresh injuries. Lexa lifted a gentle finger under her chin, pulling her eyes to meet her’s and carefully brushed her thumb across her broken lip to ease it from her teeth’s grasp.

“Who did this to you?” Lexa tried once more with a sudden gentleness.

She could practically feel Clarke’s heartbeat flutter under her pulse as she sharply inhaled.

“Finn.”

An animalistic growl of shorts bubbled up in Lexa’s throat at the vile name. Clarke’s ex. One that clearly didn’t get the fact that the blonde was no longer interested in him…even after being together with her for over a year now. In the beginning, Finn had tried multiple times to get back with Clarke but she only turned him down time and time again. And Lexa thought, after almost five months of not seeing the floppy haired boy, that he had finally caught on.

But looking at her girlfriend now, a little speck of blood just below her lip and the slight purple hue tinging her cheek, Lexa knew that he was clearly just waiting for his moment to strike. To let his anger out on the blonde. Though, he had another thing coming if he didn’t think that Lexa would retaliate and protect what was her’s.

“I’m going to kill him,” Lexa seethed as she moved from the chair next to Clarke’s bed.

A hand shot out and clasped around her forearm, stopping her in her tracks. Her heart clenched as she felt the pulse oximeter closed around Clarke’s finger. Lexa slowly turned back around, anger boiling hot in her veins once again at the sight of Clarke’s bruised face, and met worried blue orbs.

“Don’t, Lexa. Please. Don’t leave.”

“I can’t let him get away with this, Clarke. He put you in the hospital for christ sakes,” Lexa ground out quietly.

“And he won’t,” The blonde whispered,“The nurse already said that they contacted the police and that they would be here soon. Please, the last thing I need is for you to get arrested along with him.”

Her knuckles ached to feel Finn’s nose break under them but not as much as her heart did when she looked at Clarke. Her brow furrowed with anguish, scared that Lexa would break away from her and get herself into trouble.

“I know you want to protect me but you’re better than him. You don’t need to beat him senseless to protect me. I just need you to be here with me,” Clarke said as she tugged her closer.

The brunette fell onto the bed next to her and cradled Clarke in her arms. Soothing mused blonde hair down and placing a kiss to a small hidden bump beneath the strands. She was careful not to squeeze to hard, remembering that the nurse had stated that they were waiting for X-rays to determine the state of Clarke’s ribs.

“When I got the call…god, I didn’t know what to think. I just dropped everything and ran,” Lexa mumbled,“When I got here and the doctor told me it looked like you were abused I just wanted to rip out someone’s throat.”

“There will be none of that,” Clarke said as she smoothed down the lapels of her jacket,“I don’t think your board would be very pleased to hear about you being sent to jail for assault.”

Lexa snorted,“I could care less what they think. It’s my company. Finn’s just lucky I have you to stop me or otherwise he’d be dealing with worse than being thrown in the back of a cop car.”

Clarke rested her head against her shoulder, silently breathing in her scent and snuggling into the crook of her neck. For the first time since receiving the phone call telling her that Clarke had been discovered dazed and beaten near her favorite cafe, Lexa felt her body ease up. This time, her heart stuttered with slight fear and pain. Because, if it had been different, if Finn hadn’t stopped when he did, then she probably wouldn’t be holding Clarke in this very moment. Emerald eyes raised to the ceiling blinking away the little sting of salty tears and thanking every god above.

“I will never let anyone else hurt you again, Clarke. I will always protect you. I swear it on my life,” Lexa whispered into her hair, arms clenching around her just the slightest bit tighter.

“I know you will, Lexa,” Clarke rasped as she pushed back in her hold to stare at her with a light smile.

Lexa searched her face for a fleeting moment before carefully pulling her into a sweet kiss. Clarke sighed languidly into it, moving to wrap her arms around her neck and pull her impossibly closer. A sudden knock on Clarke’s door had them breaking apart but not moving from each other’s hold. Lexa ghosted a finger across the blonde’s swollen bottom lip, checking to make sure she hadn’t caused any more damage than what was already there.

“Let’s get you some justice, shall we? I can’t wait to see Finn seething in handcuffs in the courtroom,” Lexa stated as two police officers walked quietly into her room.

Clarke nodded in agreement, placing a quick kiss to her cheek before turning and greeting the officers. As they spoke, Lexa let her hands wonder decently and carefully over any exposed skin along Clarke’s body. She was happy that she was mostly unscathed and would recover from her injuries in mere weeks. At every inch of unmarked skin Lexa let her eyes settle and silently promise Clarke that no other scratch or bruise from someone’s hand would ever find purchase there again.

She may not have been there to stop Finn today or teach him a lesson with her fists like she desperately wanted to but Lexa would be damned if anyone else would touch Clarke and get away with it again. That she could promise.