#tbh the focus for me wasn’t on the cousins this time

[just-jammin]

christmas party w/ relatives just finished

it was v poggers :3

also here’s something i took a photo of in said party

[robininthelabyrinth]

Hello it's last anon thank you for letting me give a prompt

So I really liked your pairing of LQR/WRH/Lao Nie and after seeing wwx's parents in the last episode of the donghua it got me thinking, How about WRH/WCZ/CSSR? WRH maybe saves them in yiling and they end up hitting it off (WRH might do it in the beginning just spite jfm by stealing his former best friend and crush) and the Wei family settles in nightless city, wwx grows up with the Wen heirs and wen Qing and wen Ning and that affects the events of Canon

(I wouldn't mind smut tbh if you want to include it, they're all hotties lol)

Thank you so much for letting me send a prompt 🙏😭❤️

ao3

“I don’t suppose you can help with this,” Wen Ruohan said to Lan Qiren, who had the unmitigated gall to look amused at him, as if he’d brought this disaster down on his own head or something like that. “Aren’t you supposed to be friends with that awful -”

“Cangse Sanren and I are indeed good friends,” Lan Qiren said peaceably and tonelessly, possibly just because he was trying to annoy Wen Ruohan to death. “I am therefore very familiar with the fact that there is absolutely nothing I can do to stop her from proceeding precisely as she wishes.”

That was not what Wen Ruohan wanted to hear.

“You’re her friend,” he said, deciding to focus on the important part. “Take her away.”

“You’re the sect leader of the Nightless City,” Lan Qiren rebutted. “Order her to leave.”

Wen Ruohan couldn’t do that.

Well, he could. By all rights, he ought to have done it a month ago, when Cangse Sanren had first marched into the Fire Palace and said, “Oh, this will work perfectly! I love it, you’re so thoughtful!” and started rearranging the entire place into some sort of workshop for herself, possibly involving grain storage. He’d meant to, but he’d been a bit distracted at the time – Wei Changze had wanted to know what all the machines did, and he’d had an endless number of clever ideas on how some of them could be repurposed for things other than torture, some of which had been really very intriguing.

Anyway, it wasn’t as if Wen Ruohan had time to attend torture sessions any more, not with three loudly yelling children running around all the time. Wei Wuxian might be the youngest of the lot, with both Wen Xu and Wen Chao as his elders, but he’d managed in a very short amount of time to make himself the undoubted leader of the pack and spoiled beloved youngest all at the same time. There had even been avid discussions about how they would need to bring other children over to visit in order to better socialize the children. He’d already summoned some cousins over, Wen Qing and Wen Ning, which meant that soon there would be even more children…

It was a headache, really.

Absolutely.

Wei Changze and Cangse Sanren were driving him up the wall.

They were also regular visitors in his bed, something that would very likely rapidly stop being the case if he actually kicked them out of the Nightless City.

“This one’s on you, Hanhan,” Lao Nie put in, grinning wildly at him. Now there was one that was completely unmoved by the news of Wen Ruohan’s new relationship – everyone else had reacted, whether by Jiang Fengmian’s profound embarrassment, raging jealousy, and quiet fury, Jin Guangshan very obviously trying to calculate some way of using this to his advantage, and Lan Qiren immediately going over to question his friends’ sanity – and that was pretty annoying in its own way. After all, Wen Ruohan had really only invited the two rogue cultivators into his bed in the first place as a matter of spite, a way of excising his rage when he’d heard the rumors about Lao Nie potentially taking on a third wife.

He hadn’t expected them to stay.

He hadn’t expected to want them to stay.

Which he didn’t! They were a mess, each one worse than the next – Cangse Sanren was barely human most days, like some sort of feral demonic beast that had accidentally achieved human form and continuously forgot (thanks to her prodigiously bad memory) that she was supposed to be pretending to be normal, and Wei Changze was remarkably similar to Lao Nie in the sense that he’d never taken anything seriously in his life, except for the fact that his humor was lighthearted and unleavened by the hints of trauma and tragedy that lurked behind Lao Nie’s unbridled hedonism. There wasn’t anything that he wouldn’t let slide off his shoulders, forgetting a beating as soon as it was over…Wei Changze might be a lot less vicious than Lao Nie was, but he was reckless to the extreme, in a way that made absolutely no sense. Wasn’t he supposed to be a servant? What was he doing rushing out into the field with a sword and smile and absolutely no advance planning whatsoever? Even Lao Nie wouldn’t do that!

Anyway, they were a handful.

They were maddening.

They were the most interesting thing that had happened to Wen Ruohan in years.

“Your input is not required,” Wen Ruohan informed Lao Nie, who shrugged expansively. “Unless you have something constructive to add.”

“No, no, nothing constructive, you know me, I’m not built for that…but I’m glad that you’re happy.”

Wen Ruohan stopped where he was.

“I’m not right for you,” Lao Nie said, and even though he was still smiling, same as always, there was something sharp in his eyes – the same sharpness that had caught Wen Ruohan’s interest in the first place, like a beautiful dagger that you longed to touch even though you knew its biting edge might cut. “You know, I know, even Qiren knows it…you’re happy now, and that’s good. That’s all I wanted to say.”

Wen Ruohan wanted to say something.

Preferably something cutting, something about how it was too late for Lao Nie to regret – except he didn’t think Lao Nie did regret, because Lao Nie did not live a life of regret. Lao Nie had enjoyed their time together, had been as sincere and true as he was made to be and no further. But, and maybe it was because he’d never expected to keep Wen Ruohan for very long in the first place, he’d felt little sorrow at it ending, instead feeling nothing but joy on Wen Ruohan’s behalf at seeing him happy, even if it was with another.

Wen Ruohan didn’t understand that. He’d always loved too fiercely, too well; he’d always yearned to keep that which he cared for close to him, nearby, somewhere he could protect them and keep them.

Even Lao Nie…Wen Ruohan had been enticed by Lao Nie’s ruthlessness, his bloodthirstiness, his Nie sect temper tempered with a nasty sort of cunning that had made him remarkably successful at expanding his sect’s reach in the north, and he’d been flattered at how persistent the other man was in pursuing him. It was only later, when he’d gotten used to having him around, that he had started to feel jealous…

“They’ll be good for you,” Lao Nie said. His eye twinkled. “You could use a bit of chaos in your life.”

Wen Ruohan shook his head. “I’m trying to get rid of them,” he protested, but even he didn’t believe what he was saying. “They’re a menace. Especially Cangse Sanren – do you know that she’s literally doomed? I swear, I spend all my trying keeping her from getting herself killed…”

“Don’t you enjoy defying the heavens?” Lan Qiren asked, rolling his eyes as if Wen Ruohan were missing something obvious. “I would have thought that someone carting around a heaven-sent calamity would be a perk for someone like you.”

…it rather was, wasn’t it?

“Whatever. Fine. Leave it, I’ll figure it out myself,” Wen Ruohan grumbled, then turned his narrowed eyes on the two of them. “Now for something you can help with: My children need more socialization or else they’ll genuinely think Wei Wuxian is a good example of other children. Sect Leader Lan – you’re a teacher, aren’t you…?”

“Well, yes. But –”

“What a wonderful idea!” Lao Nie clapped his hands together. “I can send my two boys to Qiren to teach, too! And we can definitely bully Fengmian and Guangshan into sending theirs. It’ll be…oh, I don’t know. A regular summer excursion!”

“In my sect?” Lan Qiren asked, arching his eyebrows. “Why me?”

“Because you’re a teacher, of course. Anyway, are you saying you don’t want Cangse Sanren to crash at your place for a few months..?”

“She’s not going anywhere,” Wen Ruohan said at once. When both of them smirked at him, he scowled. “Even if I wanted her too, she’s not. It was a statement of fact, nothing more.”

“Then perhaps we should all come visit the Nightless City instead,” Lao Nie said. “It could be like a miniature discussion conference, except limited to the Great Sects – we could go night-hunting and such while Qiren teaches the children.”

Was Lao Nie proposing an orgy? He’d better not be proposing an orgy, not if he genuinely intended to invite Jiang Fengmian and his wife or Jin Guangshan and his to attend…

“Of course, if it’s focused on the children, maybe the adults aren’t entirely necessary to invite – well, except for you, as the host, Qiren as the teacher, and me as the person who came up with the idea…”

Lao Nie was definitely proposing an orgy.

“…I’ll see what Cangse Sanren and Wei Changze have to say about it,” Wen Ruohan allowed. But only because he thought that it was something they would very much like, and he’d been completely out of ideas on what he could get a couple as notoriously disinterested in material goods as a courting gift – he hated not being capable, that’s all it was. There was no other reason than that! “We’ll see.”

“Did I agree to this?” Lan Qiren asked, frowning. “When did I agree to this –”

“You can’t say no,” Wen Ruohan said. “I’ll set Cangse Sanren on you if you do.”

“…I see that I’ve agreed to this.”

Lao Nie laughed, Lan Qiren sighed, and Wen Ruohan…

Wen Ruohan resigned himself to keeping Cangse Sanren and Wei Changze around a little longer.

Just a little.

[robbersofmyheart]

A coffee shop meeting…

Summary: Fate steps in when a teacher in her not-even-quarter-life crisis meets Matty Healy.

A/N: There's a very strong possibility that I'll never post any other writing on here again, but I hope this brings a smile to someone else's face. This was a daydream born of my love both for the 1975 (Matty in particular tbh) and for the found family trope. Hope you enjoy it!

“You don’t happen to have a light, do you?”

“No, I don’t. Maybe it’s a sign you shouldn’t smoke it.”

“I’ve done a lot worse, believe me.”

“Oh, I know. Doesn’t make that nicotine any better for you though.”

Eleanor looked across at her companion, eyebrows raised in challenge, waiting to see if he had a comeback. The café, which had been heaving when she arrived a couple of hours ago, now had only two customers remaining. In their typical British fashion, they hadn’t spoken until now, despite being alone at their adjacent tables, so Eleanor was surprised to hear him finally breaking the ice over the rattling of coffee cups being tidied away. She watched as he put the cigarette back into the packet, a smirk overtaking his features.

“So you do recognise me then.”

Crap. Of course that’s what he took from that. Matty Healy - 1, Eleanor - 0.

“Yes, I recognised you, Matty,” Eleanor replied with a sigh. She couldn’t believe she’d lost that easily.

“Why didn’t you say anything? You were the only one in here that could see my face.”

“I was working,” she paused. “Or at least trying to. I don’t usually focus well in busy places, too many more interesting things to study.”

“Why are you here then?”

“My cousin lives in Manchester and I’d come to visit him. We managed to have half a day before he got called in for a last-minute shift at work. I missed my train home by literally seconds, then I saw that the next one was cancelled, so I thought I’d get some planning done while I wait for the one after to arrive.”

Matty was listening to her intently now, his chin resting on his hand. Eleanor wondered what he was doing here. Since he arrived, he’d alternated between drinking cups of coffee, scribbling frantically in his Moleskine, and watching the comings and goings of customers out of the corner of his eye. Before she could ask him, however, he dived in with yet another question for her

“And what sort of planning would that be?”

“Factorising quadratics with Year 9, area of a trapezium with Year 7, and recurring decimals revision with Year 11.”

Matty exhaled loudly, leaning back in his chair, the glint in his eye telling her that he was impressed. “You’re a maths teacher then.”

“Bingo.”

“That must be a tough gig.”

“Just a bit.”

“You seem quite young to be a teacher.” It was a statement, but the furrow in his brows betrayed his confusion.

“I’m 22, so I guess I am.”

“Do you enjoy it?”

Eleanor hesitated, considering what her reply would be, and Matty waited patiently, almost watching the cogs turning in her brain. “I do, for the most part. I work with an amazing team of people, and I love seeing the difference I make to those kids’ lives. Not everyone has that purpose, so I’m lucky really.”

Matty narrowed his eyes at her, knowing that she wasn’t telling the full story. And that was how Eleanor found herself pouring her heart out to the curly haired singer, the troubles that she had bottled up inside her for months finally breaking free, whether she liked it or not.

She told him about how she lived in a permanent state of exhaustion, tired from the never-ending to do lists and the unbearable repetitiveness of her daily life. She told him about the part of her that regretted throwing herself into such a big career at such a young age, and how she felt that she missed her chance to be young and wild and carefree because she’d always been so focused on her work. She told him about how she’d thought about leaving her current life behind and starting again so many times, but had ultimately been too scared of failing and letting people down when they’d given up so much to help her get to where she was now.

To his surprise, Matty didn’t feel like interrupting her once during her monologue. He simply wanted to let her talk, to let her share her thoughts with him. It was like he could actually see some of the weight lifting off the girl’s shoulders as she unburdened herself of her worries, and it almost made him smile to think that she felt comfortable enough to tell him when he somehow knew that she had never told anyone else. So he just listened, letting her ramble on until she ran out of things to say.

When that time finally came, Eleanor let out a big exhale and looked Matty in the eye as he responded with one word: “Wow.”

Eleanor felt her face start to burn and she buried it into her hands. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. This is probably the last way you wanted to spend your afternoon, being on the receiving end of my word vomit.”

“You know what, it actually made a refreshing change. Didn’t expect to get recruited as a therapist today.” Matty watched her shoulders start to shake under her blanket of blonde waves, and was shocked at the worry he felt that she might be crying. But when she looked up she was giggling, despite the faint sheen of tears in her eyes.

“Oh, so you’re my therapist now?”

“You mean you didn’t purposefully choose me? I’m wounded.” That made her laugh properly this time, and Matty found himself unable to hold a soft smile back any longer before his expression turned more serious. “Look, I’m not going to pretend like I know how to solve your problems, and I’m not even sure if you want me to, but can I say one thing?” She nodded. “I think that if the people that you’re worried about letting down really love you, they’ll be more upset if you carry on doing something that’s making you miserable for their sakes than if you give it up.”

Eleanor mulled over the singer’s words and whilst she knew deep down that they were true, it didn’t change the fact that she was absolutely terrified at the idea of giving up teaching. Below the supportive façades, she knew her parents would always berate her for leaving such a stable, well-paid career, and her pride would never let her return to work at her current school with people that she adores if this mysterious plan B failed. She relayed all of this to Matty.

“Well who gives a flying fuck what anyone else thinks anyway! What’s the point in life if you don’t do something you love?”

“But teaching is the only thing I’ve ever even contemplated doing, I’ve got absolutely no idea what else I’d do.”

“Listen, you’re young, intelligent, beautiful, and you’ve literally got the whole world out there with so many possibilities - it doesn’t matter if you don’t get it right first time.”

“Careful, Healy, I might start thinking you like me,”

Now, if you asked Matty Healy of The 1975 why his immediate response was to do a stereotypically girlish impression of that comment before flipping off the young woman sat in front of him, he wouldn’t be able to tell you. Nor could he explain why, after only an hour of talking to her, he felt such an incredible fondness for her, an almost brotherly affection, which prompted him to tell her how amazing she seemed to be. But he could describe how his heart soared as she laughed at him, and then sunk as she realised the time and started hurriedly packing her stuff into her bag.

“Shit, shit, shit. Do you think I can make the train in 5 minutes? I can’t miss this one as well. This is all your fault you know!”

“Hang on, how is it my fault? You’re the one who started emptying your brains onto the table.”

“And you were the one who made the mistake of listening.” Eleanor swung her bag onto her shoulder, and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “Thank you.”

Then she was running out of the coffee shop, a blur of blonde hair and floral perfume.

It was only then that Matty realised he didn’t even know her name.

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1 year later…

“Lovely to meet you, take care.”

As soon as the interviewee had left the room, the smiles on four of the five faces dropped and they let out a sigh.

“Guys, if you want to actually do this, we do need to hire someone.”

Matty tugged at his hair in frustration. “It’s not that we’re not on board with it, Jamie, it’s just got to be with the right person. I mean, it’s letting someone totally unknown to us into an entire chapter of our lives, not just our careers.”

It was just over a month ago that The 1975 had told Jamie Oborne that they were ready to start working on their next album. In the same meeting, Jamie had proposed an idea that he had been mulling over for a while. The response to ‘A Theatrical Performance of an Intimate Moment’ had been better than anyone had anticipated, and the fans always loved seeing behind the scenes footage. So, Jamie had suggested filming the entire journey of their next album, from concept to creation to tour, and releasing it as a mini-series. Of course, the band could get the footage themselves, but whether they would actually remember to do it was a different story.

That was how they found themselves in a boiling hot room in the London office of Dirty Hit, having collectively decided against all 15 people they had interviewed for the role of documentarian.

“I mean, they all just seem so serious,” Matty continued.

“Boring, you mean,” George muttered.

“This thing does have to look good, though, for it to work, and these were the most qualified of all the candidates,” Jamie countered.

“We don’t fucking care about qualified!”

“I think what Matty’s trying to say, mate,” Ross calmly cut in, “Is that we were thinking of something more low key. More of a collection of home movies than something carefully filmed and edited.”

“Yeah, we don’t know how long this thing is going to go on for, way over a year at least, and we don’t want to feel like we’re putting on a show the whole time. It’s got to be authentic. It’s gonna be fucking weird at the start but after a while we just want it to be like a mate is casually filming what we’re doing.”

Jamie had to admit that George closed their argument well, and he was sold on it. He just wished that they had told him sooner.

“Okay, okay, I get it and I’m happy for us to go ahead with that. There’s one more person for us to speak to today, who was kind of my wildcard, so if she’s more what you’re looking for then we can revisit some of the other applications tomorrow.” With that, Jamie left the room to get the last candidate.

“A wildcard? What is this, mid-2000s X Factor?” Matty huffed, to the amusement of the others.

But any annoyance that Matty felt was washed away in an instant when he saw who his manager was holding the door open for.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Matty’s words might have sounded rude, but it was the smile spreading across his face that shocked everyone the most.

“I’m here in an attempt to annoy you for longer this time,” Eleanor smirked.

“Well, you’re failing miserably at this point. How are you?”

“I’m good. Really good, actually.” A genuine smile crossed her face this time. “Didn’t think you’d remember me to be honest.”

“I often wondered what you decided to do with your life in the end,” Matty shrugged. “It frustrated me knowing everything and then nothing at all. So I guess you have already succeeded in your goal to annoy me.”

Before you had chance to reply, another voice broke through to join the conversation. “Sorry to interrupt this lovely chat, but would someone kindly explain what the hell is going on here?” It was George, and he, like everyone else in the room, was stumped by Matty’s sudden personality transplant.

Now very aware of all of the eyes on her, she looked to Matty for help, who simply sat back in his chair before saying “Well, I think you’re sat in the better seat for a storytime, don’t you? Anyway, I don’t even know your name.”

So Eleanor told the room about how she had met their frontman, briefly mentioning the life crisis that she’d been having at the time, whilst Matty impatiently waited to hear what happened after she left the coffee shop. She told them how she’d stayed in teaching until the end of that school year, before handing in her notice. Her boss had been sad to see her go, but told her that if she ever decided that she wanted to come back then he’d always find a job for her. Eleanor’s family, however, reacted quite differently; she ended up having a massive row with her parents about it and her relationship with them still hadn’t quite mended fully. Ever since her move to London, she had been taking whatever bar jobs she could find and spent her days applying to any jobs that took her fancy.

Matty couldn’t help the pride that was coursing through him for the young woman sat across from him. She had taken all of those ‘What ifs’ that she’d told him about, thrown them in the fire and walked away, when he knew that all of her instincts would have been telling her to do the opposite. He looked around at the others, and was both amused and pleased to find that they all seemed to be as entranced by Eleanor as he had been at their first meeting. In Matty’s eyes, she was the perfect fit, and he could tell that she was quickly winning the others over as well.

Surprisingly, it was Adam who spoke up first. “So, you’re saying that you’re totally unqualified for this job?”

“Never done anything like it before in my life. But it sounded interesting and I’m always up for learning new stuff.”

“Never been behind a camera? Never had anything to do with the music industry?” Ross asked, slightly taken aback by her honesty.

“Not the music industry, but I used to study music at school and I still play the piano from time to time.”

“And I take it you’re on board for annoying Matty as much as humanly possible?” It was George this time.

“Oh 100%.”

Matty rolled his eyes, but the smile remained on his face. She’d done it. Now, there was only one person left to convince. Matty quickly joined the others in looking at Jamie the way they used to look at their parents when the ice cream van pulled up on their road.

Eleanor watched on nervously as some sort of telepathic conversation seemed to transpire between the band and their manager.

Eventually, the silence broke and a new chapter began.

[margoisthemoon2]

Falling in Love // Viktor(Arcane) x F!OC reader

“Oh, but I, but I, I can't help falling in love with you”

Hey guys im back with another story!!! Tbh idk when or if im going to pickup my Spiververse story still thinking about it. Uh character is black because i am lol.

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This story takes place before ACT 3 of Arcane.

Words: Idk im on mobile

Warnings: None

Anyways Enjoy <3

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Hailie is an inspiriting scientist and Astronomer. She grew up in zaun along her 5 other siblings. Not knowing if she was going to eat the next day or not. She was raised as a girl to stand up for herself. Her older brother was someone you can depend on and look up to. Before she joined the academy in piltover she was a mechanic helping Benzo and little man(Ekko). As she built herself up she became an assistant to Mel who had a spot in the council. Secretly she studied Jayce and Viktor on their inventions. She was highly jealous of her cousin Sky Young as she was their assistant. But that didn’t stop her from taking a liking to the skinny guy with a limp.

“Guys! Guys! Im here! Im so sorry my clock didn’t go off!!” Hailie yelled as she entered the room where jayce and viktor think and put together their inventions. Hailie was fortunate enough to be called in to assist when sky was either sick or had something going on and wasn’t available. “Hails please we talked about this” Jayce signs as he runs a hand down his face in frustration “Dont call me hails” Hailie slightly gritted through her teeth. “Its okay hailie. As long as you’re safe” Viktor says as he throws a quick smile towards her. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as she looked away tucking a lose pink loc behind her ear. “Here takes these to Heimerdinger” viktor says shoving a few rolls of paper into her arms. Hailie nods her head and runs out the room. Progress Day is in two days.

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“HAPPY PROGRESS DAY!!” Hailie yells into the room as her and sky enters. Hailie throwing confetti and sky holding a champagne bottle and 4 glasses. “No no please we are working Heimerdinger would be here in a bit” Viktor says shooing the girls away with his hand “Oh come on just one glass we have a some time” jayce says as he grabs two glasses and sky pops the bottle open and begins to pour “Okay okay just one glass” viktor says putting his pen down. Jayce hands everyone a glass. “Here’s to progress” sky says lifting her glass up “And here’s to a bright future” Jayce agrees and we all clink our glasses together and drink. “Okay now get out i need to focus” Viktor says playfully. Hailie collects the now dirty glasses and sky grabs the bottle.

Hailie looks around a corner as Heimerdinger leaves the study room of jayce and viktor. Jayce leaves shorty after “Ill be back viktor” jayce says before closing the door. Hailie hides deeper in the shadows as jayce zooms past her. Once he was out of sight hailie does a quick pace to the large door. “Hey vik doing anything right now? No no stupid” she says to herself “Hey vik. You’re free im free. No what are we slaves dang it!” Hailie says running a hand through her hair. She takes a deep breath before opening the door. In the center of the room sat viktor scribbling away on paper. “Hey viktor!” She said m, viktor takes a peek behind him before going back to his paper “Hello Hailie” he says, hailie Tubs her arm a bit “So…what are you doing for progress day?” She asks “this” viktor replies. “Oh fun. I was… I was wondering if you wanted to join me at the fair before jayce has to do this speech tonight” hailie says taking a few steps towards “no no I shouldn’t. I cant! I have to finish” viktor says shaking his head and turns a bit to look at her “Oh please you can finish that later or even tomorrow!” She says throwing her hands up “You see! You see! I cant!” Viktor says using his hands to show her his paperwork that is scattered over the desk “yes you can crippled. Now come on!” Hailie says grabbing his arm and pulling him out of his seat viktor rushes to grab his cane and catch up with hailie as she pulls him at the speed of light out the door “Ah slow down i can go but so fast” viktor says as the door closes behind him.

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The fair is busy and full of people, tents and food. Hailie and viktor has visted about three tents already. “Ahhh lets go check out that one” hailie says pointing to a tent that is selling merchandise. The two walk over. As hailie is listening to the vendor talk about the product viktor gets stuck behind a couple of people. He slowly back away and turns around to leave he gets a few feet before he looks down and sees hailie standing directly in front of him “so where you going?” She says a smile on her face. “Look hails i have to get back to the lab… im not really a peoples person….” Viktor says “please just stay with me. I hate being alone out here” hailie says as she walks around viktor and slides her arm through his and uses her other hand to hold his arm. “Oh how can i say no to you” viktor smiles then chuckles “fine but i have to go an hour before the grand speech” he says as they continue walking.

(Note: what comes to mind during this part is the movie tangled when rapunzel and flynn ryder are walking around the small town during her birthday celebration)

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“Gosh i can’t believe he didn’t showcase our invention” Viktor says as he paces around the lab. Hailie sits in his chair a leg up and watching him. “Maybe he was nervous” she says “Jayce? Nervous? Ha!” Viktor says looking at hailie before he continues his pace around the room. “Hey want to come to my place? There is still some time to celebrate progress day. I asked Sky but she said she was tired” hailie says Turing towards the desk and spinning in the chair a bit “I guess… no! Yeah…yeah i could. I need to take my mind off things right now” viktor says sighing and looking out the window above. “Great! Lets go” hailie says getting up and walking to the door.

“Welcome to my lovely home” hailie says as she opens the door and shows her place that is not surprisingly not clean but also not dirty. “Sorry about the mess. My brother was in and we had a little too much fun” she says picking up the darts off the floor and putting them in the box they was once in. “Feel free to sit anywhere” she says closing the door as viktor made his way into the apartment. “It’s not too bad honestly” he says as he takes a seat on her couch and puts his cane next to him “wine?” She asks makings her way into the kitchen “sure” he says looking at the books on her coffee table. “This is the only one i have its 365 Strawberry Semi Sweet Wine Armenia” she says as she walks into the living room reading the label “yes thats fine” viktor says looking up at her. “She so beautiful. Why didn’t i see this before? Other than jayce she pays attention to me and shows that she cares” he thinks to himself as he watches her pour their cups “no no let me” he says as he grabs the bottle gently his hand grazing hers temporarily. They look at each other before he pulls away and finishes pouring the drink.

“Ah hahaha really and it worked!” Hailie laughs as she listens to viktor tell her a story about the boat he made when he was younger. “Yes! Yes! I thought it would sink on the first try but it stood perfectly” he says grabbing the wine bottle pour himself another glass. “Huh empty” he says looking at the bottle “wow you are amazing viktor” she says wiping her eye as a tear from laughing too hard falls. She looks up to see viktor standing up with his cane and walking over to the couch that hailie is occupying. “No. You’re amazing hails.” He says “I don’t know why it took me so long to see you. The way you care and how concentrated you are in your work.” He says reaching up to tuck a loc behind her ear “Today at the fair. I think that i have fallen in love with you. Im always so focused in my work no matter what is happening” he says “But you. You are starting to be important to me” he says leaning forward a bit their faces inches away “You’re important to me too vik” hailie says, the two slowly gets closer. Fireworks erupt. Their lips clash against another. Viktor buries his hand in her hair using his free hand to keep him upright.

Take my whole life, too For I can't help falling in love with you.

Plays in the background as they kiss deeper and deeper. Viktor don’t know what came over him as he pulls her closer and kisses her neck and back to her lips. Hailie puts a hand on his chest to stop him. “That’s enough for now pretty boy” Hailie says running a hand through his hair and cupping his cheeks. “I love you viktor” she says, he reaches up holding her wrist “and i love you too Hails” he says kissing her cheek. “I cant help falling in love with you” Viktor whispers.

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And that’s that. I don’t think I did anything good with this story. Might make another part with some sky and hailie rivalry still thinking. I has rewatched Arcane like 10times this week. Season two needs to hurry up. Ugh!!!

[luciehercndale]

Hi. I saw your post in the tag and I don't know if you're still doing request but could we get some Cordelia x Lucie? I don't really have any specific ideas but maybe something with Lucie having a bi awakening and/or them kissing could be nice.

Anon, you asked, and it took me a while to deliver. I don't know if this is what you wanted, but I tried! This one shot is set post COT, and it's more of a bi-awakening for both Lucie and Cordelia (who are with their partners in this story, so it's also a blackdale/jordelia story, but they're not the main focus). I liked the idea that Lucie, after writing about Cordelia in COT, is even more intrigued with the idea of writing a character who likes boys and girls, and she wants to know what it feels like to kiss a girl. And the girl is obviously Cordelia, whom Lucie idealized so much in her stories and often looked at with affection in her eyes. The realization shakes them both, because even though it isn't clearly stated, I believe Lucie might be bi (just like her father, tbh), and Cordelia could be too. This fic was a way for them to acknowledge that they might like girls as well, even though they are with male partners in canon (I believe that both James and Jesse are the straightest TLH characters, but they would be okay if either of them came out as bi to them). I don't know if my message came across, let me know. &lt;3 Read on A03 (tw for mature talk about s*x)

Lucie and Cordelia - For The Sake of Research

Lucie perched on the windowsill of the drawing room with her notebook in tow, hoping to get the inspiration to continue her book. It was a rainy afternoon and she didn’t want to leave the warmth of the Institute. She liked to be where she was, with some of her favorite people keeping her company. 

Jesse was reading a book about demons – reading advice from her beloved father, no less –  on the armchair close to the window where she was sitting. James and Cordelia were playing chess in front of the hearth, and her best friend was beating her husband again. As she should, Lucie thought affectionately. She loved when someone beat James at something he was really good at. Not that he minded losing. Lucie heard the couple whisper to each other that the loser would have to do a dare or something. At first, she had found their voices distracting. She was trying to write, after all. But then, an image flickered in her mind, and she knew what she had to do. 

There it was, the inspiration she sought so much, but not for the story she had been writing. A new story was forming in her head, except, she didn’t know how to write about her idea. She thought she could’ve asked one of her older cousins, but she remembered that they were in Idris. No, she had to ask Cordelia, who was her best friend, after all. She would understand. Plus, she was curious. She hoped her parabatai would also be okay with her proposition.

Every now and then, she glanced at Jesse and they exchanged a grin. He was often attuned to her glances, as if he knew she was watching him. Lucie loved him, and he was one of the people who inspired her the most to write. She was obviously curious to write more stuff regarding what happened between couples after they kissed, but for this idea, she didn’t have a boy and a girl in mind. She shivered, and she knew it wasn’t because of the cold. She was probably getting excited, and she needed to research. Now. 

Nonetheless, she asked James to tend the fire. “Jamie, are you listening? I’ve just asked you to check the fire, I’m freezing.” 

Her brother was so intent on playing with his wife that he didn’t hear her, so she had to shout it a second time. “By the angel, Lucie!”

“I finally got your attention now, brother,” she sighed. “Could you please put some wood in there? I’m freezing.”

James tilted his head. “Perhaps, if you got down from that windowsill, you would feel better.”

“I sit wherever I please,” she answered with annoyance. “This weather inspires me. Especially when it comes to your character.”

“What is Cruel Prince James up to?” he wondered casually, and both Cordelia and Jesse glanced at her, suddenly interested in this conversation. 

Her cheeks warmed at the thought of what she was thinking of writing, and she didn’t dare to gaze at either of them. “There is no Cruel Prince James in this story, I’m afraid,” she shrugged, hoping no one would notice her rosy face. “It’s a story about girls.”

“Girls, plural,” James nodded absentmindedly. “Today is my lucky day, then.”

“Please, it’s not like I have ever made your character do something unforgivable,” she frowned. “It is just fiction, it’s not real. Cruel Prince James is not really you.”

“A character who locked his sister in the dungeon,” James raised an eyebrow. “Something I’d never do even if it seems tempting sometimes.” Lucie simply glared at him. She knew he was joking.

“Who is your current inspiration, Lucie?” Cordelia spoke before Lucie and James could keep arguing. 

At that, Lucie managed a small grin, and took time to examine her, to take her in her expression and body posture. She seemed like a princess out of a fairytale, and she told herself she was definitely the best inspiration for her novel. “It’s you, Daisy,” she said without preamble. It wasn’t a surprise. Lucie had already written several stories with Cordelia as a protagonist, no one would have a say about her choice of inspiration. 

“Don’t you think you should write about someone else, Lucie? Instead of my wife,” James said. “You could write about Jesse, you know. Your boyfriend.”

“Trust me. She did and she does,” said Jesse, who had tried to keep his eyes on the book he was reading in spite of the discussion happening around him. “And I’m glad to be an inspiration.”

“Thanks, Jesse,” Lucie told him with an affectionate grin. When she glanced at her brother, however, she made a scorned face. “Are you jealous I’m writing about Cordelia? She’s my best friend too. Also, she’s the perfect protagonist and the perfect inspiration. I mean, look at her,” she said with praise, and Cordelia lowered her stare. She seemed embarrassed every time Lucie said these things out loud, but it was the truth. 

James did just that, and Cordelia offered him a loving smile. “It’s true what you’re saying, though,” he agreed, and Lucie saw his brother take his wife’s hand and kiss her. “You’re beautiful, Daisy.”

Lucie thought they were adorable, but now that they were talking about the topic of her book, she needed to act. “Daisy,” she said, “since you’re going to be the main protagonist of this story I’m writing and it’s very cold in here,” she continued, “what do you say we go out and have a little girls’ time at the Turkish baths? I could talk to you about my idea.”

“Is this necessary, Luce? We were about to leave, because the rain stopped,” James interjected. 

“No one said anything about leaving,” Cordelia said. “We needed to finish the game first. Oh, and I like this idea, Lucie. I think we definitely need to spend some time together.”

“We can go with our carriage and you can get us when we’re done, if you want,” she shrugged, and Cordelia nodded at James, who had a resigned expression on his face. Victory! “Or you could come with us! Have a little bonding time too.”

“She’s right, James,” Cordelia said. “I could use the sauna. It’s cold today. I feel the chill in my bones.” Husband and wife exchanged a glance, and Lucie suspected her brother wanted to propose something else to get warm, and she immediately tried to wipe the image from her mind. “I think you may like it. You too, Jesse,” she looked at him.

“I’ve never been to a public bath,” Jesse furrowed his brow, “but it does sound exciting. What do you think, James?”

James eyed his wife, who was beaming and nodding at the same time, and then at Jesse. “I think you’ve just got yourself a partner for the day.”

Lucie got off the window and tucked her notebook under her arm. “Well, then. Shall we?”

…

It didn’t take long for them to reach their destination. Once there, Cordelia and Lucie said goodbye to the boys and headed to the women’s area. There was a room where the clients could leave their belongings in a cabinet – they had a key, so no one could steal anything. The bath provided a towel and a robe but some people just wore the towel, since they came to bathe. 

Lucie and Cordelia covered themselves the best they could, even though there wasn’t much of a crowd. “Must have been the heavy rain to dissuade people from coming,” the lady at the entrance informed them. The girls thought that it was best that the hot room was empty.

“I’m honestly a little wary of other people’s stares,” Lucie confessed to Cordelia when they sat down in their private area. There was a small table in the middle of the seats, with just a water pitcher and some glasses. 

“I’m the same too, you know,” Cordelia was already starting to show the signs of the hot humid air, her hair stuck on her neck, the sweat dripping on her robe. “My mother is the only other person who ever saw me without clothes,” she smiled at her friend, her cheeks pink. “And Risa, of course, and –”

“My brother,” she said matter of factly, and shook her head, a hand over her eyes to purge it from imagination. Ugh, this was the second time she imagined Cordelia and James in compromising positions. She should stop. “I’m sorry, Daisy. I don’t think I will ever be able to talk about what you and my brother do without clothes,” she chuckled coyly. 

“Don’t worry, I know, it’s just,” she bit her lip, clearly distressed, and came closer to Lucie. She seemed like she wanted to say something, but in the end decided she couldn’t. “Have you ever done that, you know,” she lowered her voice, “with Jesse?”

Lucie’s skin probably turned pinker than it already was because of the hot temperature. She sighed, hugging her torso. “We haven’t,” she muttered, trying not to sound bitter or envious of her friend. “I tried to press the matter to him,” she raised an eyebrow for emphasis, “until we had a long conversation about it and decided that we would wait until after marriage.”

“He does seem very patient from the outside,” Cordelia took Lucie’s hand in hers. “I also think he insisted on waiting because he respects you and your family. He doesn’t want them to think he’s taking advantage of you. Would you want James or your father to tear him limb from limb and lay him to rest again before you even get married?”

“Of course not, Daisy!” Lucie squeezed her friend’s hand and they started to laugh, their voices carrying in the empty room. She gazed up at Cordelia, and realized her robe was slightly open and she could see the center of her chest. The sight took her back to what had been meaning to ask her friend. “Daisy,” her tone turned serious. “Have you ever done it with a girl? I mean, not done that –” she looked away for a second, “have you ever kissed a girl?”

Cordelia’s mouth gaped open but she quickly recollected herself. Lucie had written a story about her bosom, she should’ve expected something like that. “There was never the chance,” she giggled timidly. “I mean, James was all of my firsts.”

Lucie frowned. She didn’t want to know that, but still, she thought it was delightful that Cordelia’s first kiss and first time had been with her husband. And perhaps, even her first time, someday — “Would you like to be my first, too?”

“Lucie, I don’t understand what you mean,” Cordelia said, puzzled. “I thought you and Jesse –” but she was cut off.

“We do kiss,” Lucie said with a smile, “and he was indeed my first kiss. But, Daisy, can I kiss you?” she wondered loudly, squeezing Cordelia’s hand hard. When her friend remained silent, she continued. “It’s for research, you know. Just for research. For the character that I’m writing, who has affairs with both women and men alike. I want to know how it feels,” she sighed, “so I can write it properly. I thought I’d ask you since you’re my best friend.”

“That sounds exciting,” Cordelia commented finally.

“Does it?” Lucie lighted up, her grin was blinding. “I’ve always wanted to write about a character like that, Daisy,” she explained, smiling to herself now. “But never got around to experience anything with a woman, you know.”

“I understand,” Cordelia nodded, and Lucie couldn’t help but see how her robe was coming undone even more. “I will immolate myself for the good cause, then.”

“Would you? For real?”

“I’m positive James wouldn’t consider kissing his sister as betrayal,” Cordelia shrugged. “And neither would Jesse, would he?”

“It won’t hurt them if they don’t know,” Lucie winked at her friend. “But no, I don’t think they would. It’s for research, after all, it’s innocent,” she winked. “And they both know we love them and they’re our soulmates.”

“This will be our little secret, then,” she agreed. “Now… what do we do?”

“You should just kiss me, Daisy.”

Cordelia moisturized her lips before she kissed her best friend. They both closed their eyes, their hands still entwined, and gave into the new experience. Once they separated, they were both out of breath. The kiss didn't last long, as both of them were shy exploring each other’s mouths, but it had been intense, as they tried to kiss each other as if they were kissing their partners. In a way, they were also partners. They were parabatai, the oldest of bonds.

“Well, that was… something,” Lucie said, fanning herself as sweat descended on her face and neck. “I think I know how to do it now. Thanks, Daisy.”

“Really,” Cordelia echoed, wiping her face with the towel. “I think I’ve warmed enough for today, shall we go fetch James and Jesse?”

“We shall,” Lucie replied curtly, and the duo headed to the next room to cool off. 

They found the boys waiting for them by the small reception. They were deep in discussion about something, and when they heard the sound of their boots on the linoleum, they both turned in their direction. Lucie and Cordelia glanced at each other and smiled before they reached their partners. She felt giggly all over, and she thought it was because of that kiss. 

“I thought you left without us,” James said more to Lucie than to Cordelia. “We should go back to Curzon Street, Daisy. Apparently, Effie said a pipe broke because of the rain, and the rooftop room is completely flooded. Our presence is requested.”

 “Sure, we’ll go,” Cordelia frowned, exchanging a glance with Lucie. 

“I guess we’ll see you both the day after tomorrow?” James asked Lucie and Jesse. “Well, tell mama and papa hi from us.” He took Cordelia’s hand and started walking away. 

“James, what are we going to do tomorrow? We don’t have anything planned,” they heard Cordelia wonder.

“I’ll tell you later,” James said, before they both disappeared outside. 

“Do you think a pipe really broke?” Lucie wondered as she and Jesse, too, walked to the carriage. James had decided to take a hansom cab, so they could take the carriage back to the Institute.

“Please, he was eager to be alone with his wife,” Jesse replied. “And I can’t blame him. I was also eager to be alone with you, since we can only be alone until we get home.” 

“Yes, me too,” Lucie said absentmindedly with a smile, glancing outside her window at the street. It stopped raining, and more people dared to go outside. “Even though I was happy to spend time with Cordelia. We’ve barely been together because she and James spent six months traveling the world. I missed her. She also helped me with my inspiration.”

“Glad you got your time with her,” he interlaced his fingers in hers. “I also had a fine time with your brother, until some guy with the surname Townsend, I think, walked in and he begged James to tell him everything about his travels, since he wanted to leave with his wife for a trip around the world too. James complied, but it was very awkward because this guy sat between us, legs wide open, his robe undone and everything on display. I don’t have anything against nudity, but we aren’t even friends with this fella, and it was embarrassing. We ran away the first chance we got.”

“Oh, Townsend,” Lucie sighed. “I can’t stand him. “He always had this big ego. No wonder he’s a show off. I bet that’s why Jamie was so pissed off.”

“You can bet on it,” he nodded. “I can’t wait to read what you’re going to come up with,” he added with a grin.

“I’m sure it’ll surprise you,” Lucie said, and she kissed his cheek, still thinking about what the kiss she exchanged with Cordelia made her feel, and tucking it for safekeeping into her memory. 

[its-inevitable-lupe]

I love latinas… after going out with someone who wasn’t.. I think I couldn’t be with one who doesn’t know Spanish or latina .. some flavor. But aaah… work. and sofiaaaaaA and the C girl when she looks at me.. and how they joke and Mess with me. I swear I would forget an ex 🤣… ugh bishes are cute afffff….. and soo bad… and I guess they aren’t use to another girl playing and how they get nervous and Hdjdndkd fuck. But younggg and idk cause they are great and I wouldn’t want to use or mess with them because I would definitely be there.. but I take advantage of the time I have of work and pls they are just soooooooooooo………….. and then I act like I don’t care and I talk to others just to see their responses and S is the one like huh and says get back to work and focus lmaooooo…. But she’s so tiny and I would.. definitely get… and C.. I just.. wish but I know I won’t. And I seen her sister bdjdd and her cousin and they look at me heheh and I wonder if they see how she acts or if she speaks of me and she gets soooo aahhh when she mentions me. And girl gosh. The only girl I would get jealous if she had someone in the future tbh so I just want to not add them anywhere but she’s so baby and innocent….. I can’t win. So I get no one but I want them to sayyyy but I feel I’ll explode. I know S will take advantage since it will be just her now in my times. And they will see her in the weekend and since I don’t work then Ah.. lol. I lowkey would switch 😂… but nah. Never act because of a women. I need to live my life. And not stop for no one. And then my friend is like they both like you and then S WAS SO CLOSE to me and my friend dhdjjd was just lol literally the prettiest girls ever…. And they don’t have to try. I know I’m attractive and I love to mess with them… kkk I’ll go down the ship. But the fucking Ex doesn’t leave my HEAD.

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Autism and School

Autism affects many aspects of your life, not just social ones like many people think. Autism often occurs with depression, anxieties, OCD, and other mental illnesses. It also presents differently in males than it does in females, making it pretty hard to diagnose sometimes. I wasn't diagnosed until I was 21. I didn't know much about it but I did a TON of research because it scared me to be honest. Reading all about it made so much sense with how I act, but my cousin said something that helped more. She told me that it's something that I've always had my entire life it's just now it has a name. Nothing changed.

But doing research helped me learn a lot and change how I do things to make it easier because you can only run into a brick wall for so long. I hope I can help educate people who didn't even know where to begin like me as well as provide a place for conversation to happen and tips spread.

I have found that studying can be really hard especially when your head doesn't want to cooperate. You yell at it to do this thing but it says you can only do the other thing and it drives you insane. I find that fighting it doesn't help much. Instead, I have to bribe my brain. If I study for an hour, I get to play video games. Usually hyperfixation kicks in while studying and I focus well, forgetting about my reward. Sometimes though, every minute is pain and overwhelming. When that happens, I give myself a break. Honestly I don't know if doing so just feeds the behavior like giving into OCD things or not, but I don't know how else to mitigate that.

For projects, I try to force a hyperfixation by finding something in it I find cool. Then presenting isn't as bad because hey this is super cool and my brain wants me to tell everyone. But finding that thing gets hard and can make a project content heavy in only one part while very lacking in other parts. So I try to find small points in every topic (which is draining tbh).

Keeping on top of a schedule is honestly the best thing I have done for myself. It helps make sure I eat, hydrate, work, shower, and clean without freaking out over something. It also allows me to monitor foods and activities and see how they impact me mentally and physically, allowing me to make more educated decisions for myself. I know now that if I read in the afternoon, I tend to be calm the rest of the day whereas if I sleep in past 9 or 10am I know I will be stressing and freaking out all day.

Some days going to classes are difficult. That's why I wear makeup. I hate wasting money. If I put on makeup but stay home, I've wasted that makeup, time, and money. So therefor putting on makeup forces me to go to class. I also use this trick when I'm really depressed and I know I need to leave the house.

I find that focusing in class is easier when I have a distraction present as well. That way I'm not trying to focus on focusing and then getting stressed and anxious. Instead I let myself have a distraction which keeps me calm and happy and let's me focus without trying to force it.

I keep comfort items with me wherever I go as well which helps me be calm and happy. I feel more secure in class. Jackets are amazing for this for me. They give me a chance to "hide" and be cozy and focus. Journals are also great. I used to journal a lot and definitely need to get back into it.

I don't know a whole bunch about stimming or anything like that and most of what I read is targeted towards parents or children and it doesn't help much. From what I've interpreted, it's something to help ease anxiety and give your brain something to do while focusing on something but beyond that I am completely lost. A lot of autism tips say try stimming but fail to go into detail as to how and what, since many people have been able to grow up with help and education towards their autism so it's seen as common knowledge in the community. Other things I have no idea how to even go about is helping when my brain just freaks out. Like if something isn't done specifically and I break down and stuff. Its not the same as my OCD break downs and rituals. And hypersensitivity also. It is absolutely horrible and I have zero idea how to help that too, so if you know, I'd love to hear!!!!

Share your experiences, tips, and advice as well with autism and classes if you feel safe doing so. I would love to hear more about it all and would enjoy any advice y'all provide. I'm always looking for things to help!!!

[organic-guacamole]

episode 209 spoilers below

I'm so late today but here it is

I love EJ, he's finally learning to be happy. I'm so proud.

Ms Jenn = every boomer during zoom calls, like jeez yes we can hear you stop shouting at me.

LOVE THE SUBTLE JOKE ABOUT QUARANTINE "these dark times" "you mean spring break?"

ah yes, remember when we thought covid was just gonna give us a longer spring break? good times

SEBLOS

damn the passive aggressiveness from Carlos and the absolutely over it tone from seb✋

CASWELL COUSINS!!!!! THEY'RE THE BEST!!!!

we needed more if this kind of goofiness for the first part of season 2 that only such an iconic duo can provide.

old old movies-

is it even that old, or is Nini being a gen alpha rn-

i choose to imagine EJ being scared of the movie and hiding in Ashlyn's shoulder while she keeps a straight face and then EJ pretending to be tough afterwards

aww redlyn are soulmates.... yknow, if gingers had souls

(please ignore me)

y'all saw how EJ's face *lit up* when Gina logged on? how dare you tell me he doesn't like her

ofc she's no damsel in distress, she's Gina porter, she's amazing.

so do we think she'd be the type to just glare at suspicious people? or bark at them

do they not know that Rini broke up? or is Ms Jenn just wanting Nini to suffer through her heartbreak to make her a better actress....

speaking of, why is Nini in the call? she's not in the show anymore. Unless she is, even after the rose and the song got cut, which would be so unfair to all those that auditioned properly before she even came back but whatever, she's the main character I get it 🙄

big red is a hero honestly, Nini better thank him for changing the subject like that

I can't-

i won't work you over the break-

this woman would 100% work her kids 24/7 if it was legal and idk how to feel about it.

YES GINA USE THAT CHARM

QUEEN

FRENCH QUEEN

SHE LEARNT FROM THE BEST (antoine obvi)

smh the airport lady, eavesdropping on Gina's call.

The way she was so happy to answer EJ's call, "eej"

I love them your honour.

EJ WITH PAINTED NAILS YES PLEASE

great now we need to see Gina, Ashlyn and EJ having a complete spa day and EJ getting really into it and Gina and Ashlyn take pictures of him when he's laying down in a robe with a mask and cucumbers on his eyes.

finally we get to see Gina's side of portwell

the way she considered it as flirting, this is the sign she asked for in episode 6 come onnnnn

no is Asher/jack really doing tiktok dances in an airport-

Ricky is me. I am burrito.

oh Lynne, sweetie, I'm sorry but the blonde hair is not it

is that even the same lady or-

THE BEAN

THE CHICAGO BEAN

THE BIG OLD METAL BEAN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CITY 😭

jetlag is my go to excuse for anything... I haven't travelled in 2 years.

"welcome to the Lynne and Mike gossip show. where we talk about our depressed son that we both neglect in certain ways! And now a word from our sponsor, Nord VPN..."

SO MANY CANDLES

WHAT DEMON IS LYNNE TRYING TO SUMMON IN HIS ROOM-

is Nina becoming social media obsessed EJ from season 1? AND SHE LIED ABOUT HAVING SONGS TOO PLEASE WHY ARW THEY RECYCLING THE SAME PLOT-

Gina smiling at the picture of her family on Instagram makes me so happy, idek why.

EJ's nails are so pretty, we needed to see it more (unless he had it on for the rest of the episode and I just.... didn't notice🧍🏽‍♀️)

oh not the tiktok kid✋

yes ma'am end this strange mans whole tiktok career

sir take a hint and leave

GINA NO DONT SAY YOUR LAST NAME HE COULD BE A HUMAN TRAFFICKER

Ricky, walking in style✨

weird kid, ok then Lynne, can't you see he's this close to the edge?

not all your fault baby Ricky, Nini sucks a bit more

RICKY YOU DIDN'T COME DOWN HARD ON THE SONG-

YOU ASKED WHAT IT WAS ABOUT AND SHE SHUT YOU DOWN-

PLEASE DO NOT BLAME YOURSELF

ok but the deleting comment thing was very bad

still don't know if I like Jack honestly

hmmm so Nini's calling herself Nini instead of Nina in her little egg seat, while trying to write a song without inspiration.... Nini, honey, Ricky was your muse, he inspired you to write all those songs, even if it wasn't good for the relationship.

that doesn't mean you gotta get back with him, or that you can't write a song that not about him butttt it'll take some time

the rainbow sticker in her box and her rainbow shirt-

anyways wbk she's not totally straight

Jack are you a criminal?

quick, Gina, check his ankle for a tracker

THE YES AND PRACTICE STRIKES AGAIN

the way Gina wasn't into it in episode 6 but she's used the technique twice now

stole her grandma's Pomeranian-

Jack where the hell did you pull that out from-

the fake crying killed me, that looks like so much fun though

anyone wanna raid a first class lounge with me?

wait so is jack not gonna go in with her?

wouldn't he go in too? help look for the credit card? SO CONFUSED

the first class lounge guy was so into the drama though, watch his face when they start arguing 😭

sorry to break this to you Kourtney, but you haven't even blocked the second act yet soooo...

take that as you will

I love how all of them are totally dissing the dance off

that's the most realistic part of this show tbh

shouldn't Nini have asked how she knew....since the start? why is the fact that her best friend has knowledge of a North high secret now dawning on her...

Howie is sweet honestly, at least he's trying to help. but I stand with Kourtney, don't take him back just because he sang an amazing song, and is giving you a heads up on what's gonna happen...

KOURTNEY IS ME TRYING TO LEAVE AN ONLINE CLASS

I hate school

ooo Nini's writing a song about bad internet connection 🤩🤩🤩

I never lie, except when I do-

son that is the creepiest thing you could say to a stranger that you've been "helping"

2 truths and a lie👀

he's an Ariana fan 100%

called it.

OLDER BROTHER-

WHAT-

free spirit? damn so brother porter was in that horse movie

so has she been kissed or not?????????

I feel like she's moved more than 15 times though so possibly

but then if she's moved so much, and before east high she never opened up to anyone, she's never been kissed then?? damn

same though Gina so let's be besties please

heartbreak president is a great song title idea, give Nini a call rn

but wait

is the no strings attached feeling thing about her telling Ricky she liked him? she thought she was moving away so she thought it'd be no strings attached???

guys I think I figured it out insert the "I've connected two dots" meme

THE DUKE SWEATSHIRT

IS THAT YOUR BOYFRIEND'S

OMG I LOVE I LOVE

NOT THAT I KNOW OF???

ma'am did you just kill me

yes you did

Lynne and Ricky have such a weird relationship

YES IT DID SUCK

TODD SUCKS

LYNNE SUCKS

yeah I get that you wanted Ricky to like Todd BUT THAT WASN'T THE TIME

right so we already know that Ricky was so desperate to keep Nini cuz he didn't want to be like his parents, and now Lynne's talking about this-

Richard needs a long hug

yes Lynne, it is your fault. thank you for finally admitting it.

YES DYE YOUR HAIR

BLOND HIGHLIGHTS RICKY WILL RISE AGAIN

"sometimes the best, last thing you can do for someone you love, is let them go."

gotta admit I teared up at that point

not me thinking big red was calling ms Jenn cupcake for a hot second-

Carlos please omg, you're at the "beach" and they're leaving for the pool?

also, why not just do the call from the hotel room please omg

"don't ask me"

"Carlos"

OMG WHAT HAPPENED

big red wants the tea

O M G

SEB IS JEALOUS

JEALOUS SEBBY IS MY FAVOURITE THING IDC

I'm surprised ms Jenn knew how to give Nini permission to screenshare tbh

So lily's been stalking the East high kids and spending time editing this video while she's supposedly in an immersion trip.... right

EJ and Ashlyn's picture is so chaotic, what even is happening there

"slacking off" bestie its spring break, obviously they're confident enough that they'll get it done in time so why not focus on your own musical.

jealous seb = sassy seb

please what if those guys Carlos is posing with are his cousins or something and that's why he's so confused about Seb

6 YEAR OLD EJ I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM

Nini saying she's obsessed with her ex, that's not weird at all 👍

I can just tell Matt had a blast harassing Julia with those puppets.

Jack please dont be like that, "yet"

chances are you'll never see eachother again 🥰

(honestly sometimes I really miss those friends I made on trips and stuff when we'd spend the day or week together, only to never see them again....those were the good days though)

Ashlyn and Nini should write more songs..... something better than this one at least

Nini: "im good"

cue the Tia Mowry (please I can't spell) crying gif

oh I forgot Ricky was in the show for a hot second

1. where did Gina get to film this without people being around

2. did she just... randomly change her clothes???

ok but the transition between Carlos and EJ

*chefs kiss*

now everyone shut up, EJ's singing

oh i think I'm pregnant

HIS MUSCLES

YES KOURTNEY

I love how big red and Kourtney went from being "the best friends™" to the couple in season 1, to kinda close themselves and having their own plots

sebby makes me so happy

props to biggies editing skills honestly

PORTWELL BEING SIDE TO SIDE I CANT

AND SEBLOS OMG

big red lives for the drama

"wow" so true Ricky

no he is not cute, stop it

"holding" ok that's kinda cute

yeah EJ's a lucky guy😌

jokes aside, it's not that hard to exchange numbers-

keep in touch if you want

ok I really like Jack now

if he comes back in season 3, maybe have him be LGBTQ+ ?

like the only out characters they have rn are Seb and Carlos and they're like the sterotypes, yk?

I'd love to see jack kinda break the mold

Ricky's breaking my heart

that song just hurts

the only thing

now I don't hate Lynne????????

HOW DARE THEY WRITE IN A PROPER REDEMPTION ARC FOR HER

UGH IM SUPPOSED TO HATE HER FOREVER

I mean I don't live her now but she's good

but honestly

"mom can I show you something"

IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL

THE PICTURE AND EVERYTHING OMG

I'm sobbing please help

Gina saying she's just waiting for the right guy and then EJ coming to the airport to pick her up late at night without her asking, offering to bring her back in the morning so she won't have to Uber, bringing her a granola bar (WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT SHE FORGOT TO PACK) and without expecting anything in return???

ms ma'am you've got a keeper right there

her smile at the end was so heartwarming I really can't.

this episode was great.

it felt really short but I liked it, great character development for Ricky, Lynne and Gina.

Cant wait for next episode to see more of EJ being the ideal boyfriend /hj

[jean-kayak]

Three Strikes

Summary: You find another guy to have fun over the summer (please just read it, I’m bad with summaries)

Pairing: Matsukawa Issei x black!fem!reader x Iwaizumi Hajime

Word Count: 3,068

Warnings: (smut 18+!!), unprotected sex, spit roasting, fingering (f.receiving), minor anal fingering, throat fucking, oral sex (m.receiving), little bit of exhibitionism, threesome, and a very pissed off Makki

A/N: This fic is a continuation/part 2 of Highlight of the Summer, and tbh I just wanted to write Mattsun again and this was all I could think about, I just might write a part 3 LMAO

PART ONE//PART THREE

Hiro wasn't really too fond of the fact that you and Mattsun were sleeping together and making this a regular occurrence. The first strike happened when you decided to be a brat and constantly tease Mattsun.

You were sitting on Matsukawa's lap, your face buried in his neck while your holding a blanket over the two of you with a tight grip. "Makki hurry up it's starting," Issei yells, one of his hands rubbing up and down your back softly, and you can feel the shit-eating grin on his face.

You hear Hiro walk into the living room and sit on the couch a cushion away from the two of you before he sighs. "You two are disgusting," he comments, and Mattsun just shrugs as he pulls you closer to him, your breath hitching at the movement. "She not watching?" Hiro asks, and you feel Matsukawa shake his head.

"Nah," he starts, leaning his back against the couch and shifting his hips up, which causes you to bite your hand to hold back your moan. "She's said she's already seen it, so she's gonna sleep through it."

With the blanket covering the both of you, it looks like he was just getting into a more comfortable position. But under the blanket was a different story. The shift of his hips, slots himself further into your pulsing cunt, your breathing ragged.

Currently, this was your punishment for playing with Issei. You now have to endure his teasing as he splits you open while the movie plays for who knows how long. You've never seen it.

He holds the blanket between his chin and your shoulder as he grips your ass and spreading you apart before pulling you down impossibly further making you gasp into his neck. You jolt when he prods at your asshole, and Makki looks at you, but Mattsun is staring right at the TV screen, so he turns his attention back to the movie.

Issei glances at Makki who's now looking between his phone and the TV, and one of his hands makes its way up to your head. He pushes on your head lightly to tell you to lift your head, and you obey, your mouth opening almost instantly when his finger touches your lips.

He bites back any noise threatening to spill out of his mouth as he feels you covering his finger with your saliva, bobbing your head gently as your tongue circles around the tip.

He pulls it out, and your head goes back down into his neck as you try to calm your breathing. He brings his finger back down to your tight hole, and he rubs your back when you tense slightly.

He works his finger in, and he covers up his grunt with a cough when he feels you clench around him as he works his finger inside. He chuckles softly when he feels his neck getting wet, and you lift your head to take a few deep breaths because you're honest to God crying right now due to how much you're trying to not expose yourself.

When a louder part of the movie hits, Mattsun tilts his head, his mouth sucking on your ear lobe. "This is what you get, pretty girl," he whispers in your ear, smirking when you shudder before whimpering softly.

You carefully turn your head, your lips grazing his ear as you attempt to be as quiet as you can along with keeping your voice steady. "Please, Daddy. 'M sorry," you murmur, hoping to break his resolve when you clench around him.

His jaw clenches as he closes his eyes before he responds. "You sure? No more being a brat," he asks, thrusting his hips up, "a tease?"

You nod quickly as your arms wrap around his neck tighter. "I promise, Daddy, just please," you beg under your breath, and he gives you a quick peck on your neck while giving your ass a squeeze.

"Hold on, baby, be patient," he tells you, and you whine quietly and he silences you with another cant of his hips. He brings a finger down to rub at your clit, and that moan you have a hard time keeping quiet.

Makki glances in your direction, but Mattsun pays him no mind, his head facing forward. Hiro shifts before pausing the movie, stating that he's going to the bathroom.

As soon as you both hear the door close, you're looking at Issei as he starts to pound into you. You can't help but throw your head back as you let out a moan in relief. "No more being a tease, right?" he asks you, and you shake your head as you feel your body going limp with pleasure.

"No, I promise, just don't stop," you moan, and he tightens his grip on your hips as he feels himself getting closer to his climax. You reach down to rub hard circles on your clit, knowing your time is limited, but you're almost there anyway.

"Shit, you feel so good, fuck," Mattsun pants as he makes marks on your neck.

"Come on, Issei, right there," you sigh, and he thrusts right at your sweet spot, making you cum instantly as you cry into his neck, his orgasm quickly following right behind yours.

You both sigh heavily, catching your breath just as you hear the door open, thinking you're in the clear. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Hiro asks disgustingly before storming out the room. "Fuck you guys," he yells before you hear a door slam.

Both of you failed to notice that the blanket had fallen down.

The second strike should've been the third strike for Makki because of how much it's happened. Even though your rooms are separated by the bathroom, Hiro can still hear everything.

Matsukawa was fucking you into the mattress, your face pressed into the pillows as your back is arched, your chest touching the bed, and neither of you realized that the headboard is banging against the wall until you hear pounding on the walls.

Mattsun stops moving as you both listen to Makki pounding on the wall and yelling something along the lines of 'shut the fuck up' and 'stop fucking, and go to sleep.'

Issei just chuckles, clearly not deterred by his best friend's complaining, and he pulls out of you before grabbing a pillow and throwing it to the floor and manhandling you to the floor in the process.

He puts your back in his favorite arch before slipping back inside. "Use the pillow, I'm not done yet," he orders, and you muffle your sudden moans in the pillow as he starts his relentless pace up again, and you bite down on the fabric as you feel your orgasm approaching.

You're surprised the pillowcase doesn't rip when you cum, your body going taut as you grit your teeth further into the material. Mattsun doesn't even give you a chance to recuperate before he's flipping you onto his back.

You move to grab the pillow, but he smacks your hand away. "Fuck what Makki says, I wanna hear you," he tells you before sliding all the way into you quickly.

You let out a scream at the sudden stretch, but it eventually dives into moans as he fucks you harder than he previously was. He finds that spongy spot inside of you instantly, and you dig your nails into his biceps. "Fuck, Daddy, uh, right there," you gasp, the oversensitivity from your previous orgasm bringing you closer to another and to tears.

"Fucking shit," he swears as he props himself on his elbows, leaning down to pull you into a sloppy kiss that's nothing but tongues. You pull his tongue into your mouth as you grip his hair hard, and he comes with a shout, his seed shooting into you as you hit your climax.

He flops down on top of you as your arms come to fall down on the floor. You both jolt when you hear pounding on the door. "Fuck you! Keep doing this shit and you're out!" Hiro screams, and you both laugh softly as you both reply with an apology.

Strike three happens a while later. Both of you have stopped having sex while he's in the house for the most part, and if he is, then you find a more discreet way to do it. Also, you really don't feel like packing up your stuff and moving, and you know Hiro's serious.

You're sitting in the living room in one of the loveseats while Hiro and Mattsun sit on the couch. Hiro's new rule was that you two couldn't sit together anymore which you of course rolled your eyes at, but followed it anyway.

You're scrolling through your phone and exchanging heated glances with Mattsun when there's a knock at the door. Hiro makes his way over to the door and opens it, and you find it hard to take your eyes off the guy that walks in.

He's a bit shorter than your cousin and Issei, but he's really built. Mattsun greets him with a nod of his head as he sits in the loveseat opposite of yours, his eyes never leaving yours. "Wow, Hiro, you just have a plethora of hot friends, don't you?" you tease, and Makki rolls his eyes as he closes the door.

"Fuck off," he groans, and you chuckle lightly.

"Relax, I'm just joking," you comment, sending a wink to the spiky-haired guy in front of you, and you watch as his eyes rake down your body, and you feel your smirk widen.

Hiro's phone buzzes in his hand, and he looks down at the screen before he frowns. "Damn it, why do I keep forgetting about these things," he mumbles under his breath as he makes his way out of the living room, your attention now back on the guy in front of you.

"So, I heard your name was Iwaizumi?" you start, and he nods as he leans forward to rests his elbows on his knees.

"Hajime," he adds, "and I've heard a lot about you from Makki," he tells you, and you smile widely as you tilt your head.

"Ah, yes, like how much he loves me. I know, all good things," you joke as you raise a foot to rest on the seat as you lean back in the seat, and you see his eyes quickly focus on the skin exposed from your shorts.

"I also heard a lot about you from Mattsun," he adds as he rubs his hands together, the movement making his biceps flex, and you bite your lip as you raise your eyebrows.

"Really? Like what?" you entertain, and before he can answer, Hiro comes waltzing through the living room, making a B-line to the door.

He points right at you. "Behave." You scoff as you roll your eyes.

"I hope you know that this is a two-way street," you bite back, gesturing between you and Issei, and he rolls his eyes before walking out the door.

You continue to scroll through your phone, but you can't help the growing wetness at your core as you feel two heated gazes on you, dragging all over your body.

You look at Mattsun, and you smirk when he beckons you over with a curl of his finger. You lock your phone, throwing it on the seat, throwing a quick glance at Iwaizumi, who's watching your every move as you make the quick walk to Issei.

His hands immediately land on your hips, and you turn around, making a show of bending over in front of him before you sit down on his lap, his grip on your hips tightening when you grind yours.

"Gave him an invite?" you chide, as Issei leans back, his hands rub all over your body before they stop at your legs. He rubs over your thighs before spreading them open and setting them on top of his.

"Told him he could either watch or join. Up to him," he explains before he starts trailing kisses down your neck, his hands moving to cup your tits.

Your hand weaves through his hair as one of his hands trails down to your shorts. "Come on, Iwa, don't go shy on me now," you entice, and he gulps harshly before he stands and walks over to you.

You moan softly when Issei's fingers make their way inside your shorts to toy at your folds, and you hear Mattsun scoff lightly. "She's already soaked," he tells him as he continues his ministrations before pulling his fingers away.

You watch Iwaizumi's eyes darken when Issei holds his fingers up, the digits shiny with your slick, and you watch as he sticks his fingers in his mouth, groaning quietly. "Damn. I told you she tastes amazing."

You feel your face heat up as you bury your face in his neck, and you hear a chuckle come from Iwaizumi as he takes a step closer. You lift your head to look at him before you lean forward to grab him by the shirt, pulling him into a bruising kiss.

His kiss is different from Issei's but it's still full of passion and hunger. He grips the hair at the base of your neck, angling your head upwards, making you moan as he runs his tongue over your teeth.

Issei stands you up, pulling your shorts down, and Iwaizumi pulls away, moving to kneel on the couch as Mattsun turns so that the both of are facing him. Iwa takes your shirt off, his eyes going even darker when they fall on your tits.

"No bra and panties? You really are a little slut," he tells you before moving to your neck, his fingers rolling the hard buds as Mattsun slides his fingers into you. You don't even try to stop the moans that come from as one hand makes it's way into Iwaizumi's hair as his mouth moves to your chest, your other hand gripping the other man's wrist.

When they both pull away, your chest is covered in spit, slick running down your thighs. Mattsun lifts you up, shedding his shorts and his underwear before he kneels on the couch behind you, lifting your hips up as he lines himself up. You all moan at the same time when he enters you, your hands digging into Iwaizumi's shoulders as you feel the stretch.

"Fuck, she feels so good," he moans when he bottoms out. "You can fuck her after me, but her mouth is just as good," he says before he starts moving, and you moan again as you let your head drop, your breasts swaying with every thrust of his hips.

You feel a hand grip your hair painfully, snatching your head up, and you see that Iwaizumi's completely stripped, his dick right in front of your face. He groans when you instantly open your mouth, and he gives himself a few pumps before he guides it in, your lips wrapping around it to the best of your ability.

"Fuck," he whispers when you look up at him as you suck him off, moaning around him, and he readjusts the grip on your hair before moving his hips.

"She likes when you fuck her face, she's clenching around me so hard, shit," Mattsun groans as he speeds up his hips as he feels himself getting closer. "Shit, shit, fuck," he spits out, and then he's coming with his head thrown back as he fucks you through his high before stopping.

They both pull out of you, and Mattsun sighs heavily as he nods his head towards Iwaizumi with a smirk. "Your turn." He quickly turns you around, and you whine as you feel the stretch again, this one different due to Iwaizumi being a little thicker than Issei.

He has a grip on your shoulder and your hip as he pounds into you, and Mattsun rubs a hand over your hair, biting his lip at the tears and drool running down your face. "You're being so good for your daddies, aren't you?" he asks you, lifting your chin as he watches you struggle to talk, your eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Iwaizumi smacks your ass, making you cry out as he continues to ram into you. "He asked you a question, didn't he? Answer him." You drop your head as you try to form words, and Mattsun lifts your head back up.

"Yes! Yes! I am, oh fuck," you sigh, having a hard time keeping your arms up to hold you steady.

"God, you are so tight," he grits through his teeth as he drives right into that spot that makes you see stars.

"Ngh, fuck, right there, Daddy, right there!" you scream, and Iwaizumi abandons his grip on your shoulder for gripping your hair, pulling on it, making your back arch further.

He lets go of your hip to reach under you to play with your clit. "Cum with me, baby, you can do it," he coaxes, and he moans softly when you clench around him, and your arms fall when you cum, your body tight as your eyes roll. You feel Iwaizumi tense being you before cumming with a shout of your name, stopping when you both wince from the overstimulation.

Your body falls limp against the couch when Iwaizumi pulls out of you, letting go of your hair. Mattsun pulls you into his lap, and you lean into his neck. "You okay?" he asks, rubbing your back softly, and the only way you can answer is with a nod of your head.

When Hiro opens the door, he sees Mattsun pulling his shorts back up and he sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes. "Y/N, please tell me that Iwaizumi is gone."

"Um..." He looks at you when you trail off, and oh wow the floor looks really interesting right now, and then Iwaizumi is sheepishly coming out from behind the couch with his shirt in his hand.

"DAMN IT, Y/N!! THAT'S IT, PACK YOUR SHIT!!" he yells as he walks swings the door open. "AND YOU'RE BUYING ME A NEW COUCH!!"

You jump slightly when the door slams and the three of you look at each other in silence before you break into a fit of laughs. "Guess I'm moving into your place, Issei."

[asunshinepuff]

You Know I’ll Wait for You

🌸 Hello! So... I decided to write a very short Clandestine fic, because of the most recent chapter. I guess in a way you can call it an epilogue but I’ll never take credit for Mills’ work.

I just wanted to give a big thank you to Mills ( @heyitssmiller ) for creating this amazing story, and to Amara ( @donttouchmycarrots ) for helping her along, and for taking us through fourteen amazing chapters.

Characters belong to the amazing @lumosinlove

Please don’t read this if you haven’t read the last chapter, I don’t want to spoil anything for you cause I’ll feel horrible for it.

Also I wrote this in an hour, maybe even less than that tbh. I was in the car visiting my cousin in Miami that I haven’t seen since I was little. So apologies for any grammar or spelling mistakes that typically wouldn’t happen.

Anyways, hope you enjoy! 🌸

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“Wait for me?” He asked intently, like his sole focus was on Remus and his answer.

Remus loved him.

Well. If love made people crazy, Remus was certifiably insane.

He smiled a little tearfully at Sirius and nodded fiercely, picking up the paper flower delicately.

“You know I will.”

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1 year later

Remus stood at the outer gates of the detainment prison. Frozen with nerves.

He was nervous, not that you would outwardly be able to notice.

But little fidgets here or there, clutching the little origami flower that was the last remaining presence of Sirius for the past year.

Every day was a countdown, till this very day one year ago, the trial that convicted Regulus and Sirius to a lesser sentence but one that didn’t seem low enough for all that Sirius had done for Gryffindor.

Finn, Leo and Logan stood a little ways back, to give space before bombarding the Black brothers, but Remus was grateful that they agreed to come with him.

As if they would miss today. 

Remus knew Sirius was behind those doors. He didn’t know exactly how he could tell, but he wouldn’t ever doubt. The sound of loud metal doors opening, the chain gate being rolled away.

Two heads of ebony black hair, one longer than the other, stepped through the gates with duffle bags of returned belongings. Sirius froze at the sight of Remus, before a grin fell upon his face.

Sprinting, Remus hardly realized what he was doing until a hard but fully familiar body collided with his own. Laughing, tears began to fall as he felt Sirius’ arms envelope him.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

Sirius chuckles, looking down at the little flower in Remus’ hands. He kept it. Somehow that was one of the most incredible things to see.

It seemed almost surreal. A year has passed. A year in prison, and Reg and him were now free. He could return to Gryffindor and stay in Remus’ apartment, he could spend time with the Cubs, he could show Regulus Gryffindor without worrying about the Snakes going after them.

Home, wasn’t just a place. It could be whatever you wished it to be. With whomever you wish it could be. For Sirius, Remus was home. He was home.

[simpforheronstairs]

Ok I’m gonna say my thoughts on the Chain of Iron ships now because I really need to let it out

Spoilers ahead...

Okay so

Jordelia- I absolutely adored jordelia in this book. James did get me flustered in the beginning but he really came through by the end. Cordelia, was sort of the opposite. I’ve always loved Cordelia, and I still do, but I feel like she was really out of character in that ending. Like I get that she was heartbroken and just needed to get away but I felt like it’s not like her to just listen to part of a conversation and storm off like that. Anyway, I loved all of their scenes in this book especially watching James’ feelings grow for Daisy. I loved the actual conversation that happened with James and Grace as well towards the end. He really put her in her place even tho I like grace now🤭Cordelia deserves the world, what a queen. However, while I did enjoy pretty much every jordelia scene, I think Cassie should’ve balanced it out better. Yes, jordelia is the main couple, but they made up like 60% of this book and the other 40% had to be divided among the other ships and plot etc. I just think the other ships could’ve had some more development instead of the focus mainly being on jordelia. But I do love them a lot.

Blackdale-MY HEART MY EVERYTHING I LOVE THEM😭 they were hands down my favourite part of this book. But I will say, I did think they felt a bit rushed because of the 4 month time gap. I wish Cassie would’ve shown some of their development during the 4 months so we could’ve actually seen them fall in love. Or she could’ve developed them more in Chain of Gold. Still, once I got used to them being in love in this book, I adored every single scene with them. I also loved the necromancy scene a lot😭 idk seeing Jesse’s memories really hit me.. and seeing Lucie from Jesse’s mind oh my God that was everything🥺 where would this plot be without them? The necromancy plot was definitely the most intriguing to read about in my opinion. Also I cant wait for that trio in chain of thorns......I know it’s an unpopular opinion but I actually love Lucie more after this book. She’s a badass, and I don’t understand why everyone is so mad at her for the necromancy. Like she didn’t murder anyone to do it? She has her own actual necromantic abilities and the only person that she physically hurt to bring back Jesse was herself. Yes the secret keeping wasn’t okay, but they all kept secrets from each other in this book. Plus she’s literally in love with Jesse, who didn’t even deserve to die in the first place. I don’t blame her. Jesse is everything<3

Thomastair- that sanctuary scene was the definition of perfection. But again I will say, I wish we got more of them. They deserve the world. Cassie definitely did not waste any scenes with them but still I want more...Alastair😭 I love him so much. He’s the most realistic character in this book tbh. Easily one of my favourites. Thomas as well, he’s a cinnamon roll and I love him. I didn’t expect what happened between them, but definitely not disappointed.

AnnaxAriadne- sigh...I don’t know how I feel about them tbh. I love Anna and Ariadne separately. But I don’t understand Anna in this book. I get that she doesn’t want her heart broken again but Ariadne is clearly making such an effort. Idk I was a bit stressed out w them in this, I think they will end up together though. But im excited to see how. They both deserve to be happy and that’s ofc all I want for them. I also loved ariadne’s povs and her real name😭 I really loved getting to know her better. But I think she could’ve had a bit more development on her own besides Cassie making her character literally revolve around Anna. Anna is definitely a well developed character already so I think Ariadne deserves more individual development as well? Idk does that make sense?

Gracetopher- I am here for them. I love them. I lowkey sort of like Grace now and Christopher was always perfect. Maybe she doesn’t deserve him but I wanna see how this plays out. The cousins thing is still weird tho

Fairstairs- Alright so I adore Matthew, and I also adore Cordelia. But just, why? not once did I get a vibe that Cordelia has feelings for Matthew. She’s head over heels in love with James...that’s just gonna hurt Matthew so much. Matthew and Cordelia’s friendship is pretty amazing but I really just want Matthew to get the help he needs. He doesn’t need a love interest. He’s amazing on his own anyway. All I want for my boy is happiness. I already know Matthew is gonna break my heart into pieces in chain of thorns because of this. And Cordelia...she’s been in love with James her whole life, she’s more in love with him now I’m sure, and James is literally the biggest possible simp for Daisy ever. Matthew is quite clearly going to be heartbroken and I’m not ready for it. I love him. Ughhhh

[nukapind]

Ohh, from the Au ideas, the first one, you're Bakugo's sister and Kirishima comes to study or something 👀👀👀 that would be so cute

Studying and Sirens (Kirishima x Reader)

Loved writing this tbh, it was cute! Feel free to send more requests, they don’t have to be from the prompt list. This was crossposted to my AO3.

Prompt: “I’m your sibling’s friend and I always hear you sing in the shower when I come over but today I actually met you and I didn’t expect you to be this hot”

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Every time Kirishima asked Bakugo to help him study, there was some excuse to prevent him from going over to his house. It didn’t make sense why he’d always insist on studying at some cafe or at Kirishima’s house— which he didn’t mind, but it struck him as odd. There was always something in the way.

At least, he did until Bakugo apparently got himself grounded from leaving the house after a spat with his mom, and he finally allowed Kirishima to come over with a backpack full of textbooks. He rang the doorbell and the door slammed open, Bakugo’s regular scowl ever-present on his face. “Hurry up and get in.” He grinned at his friend, despite the obvious bad mood he seemed to be in, and stepped into the house.

It was a nice house, definitely nothing to be embarrassed about so that couldn’t be the reason that he didn’t want to hang out here. “My dad’s here, so keep your mouth shut.” Hands shoved in his pockets, Bakugo led the way upstairs. Pictures littered the walls of the home, many of what Kirishima assumed where his parents when they were younger (Katsuki was practically a carbon copy of that woman) and of a young Bakugo with a girl around his age. Some photos had them at each other's throats and others displayed happy birthday parties as they grew older across the photos.

Must be a cousin or something, maybe he could ask Midoriya later. He doubted he could get anything out when Bakugo was like this.

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“Is that your mom singing or something? Who is that?” God he hoped not, it would be weird that he loved the voice that rang out. “No.” A curt response, but Eijiro knew he shouldn’t have expected any different. “Dude, who is that then?” The scowl on Bakugo’s face got tighter, angrier almost but he didn’t pay it any mind. “My sister.”

That definitely explained the pictures all over the walls.

“Woah dude! Why didn’t you tell me you have a sister?” “Why the hell would I?” He growled out, but Eijiro could only focus on the singing in the background. He couldn’t help but wonder if your face fit your voice, the photos on the walls were old, photos definitely hadn’t been added in years. Katsuki must have noticed Eijiro’s lack of focus, his brows pinched together. “Y/n, shut the hell up!” His voice roared, and Kirishima could barely hold back the pout. Sure, he may have learned your name, but at the cost of silence? He didn’t really know if it was worth it.

“Piss off! You never shut up when my friends are here!” That same voice that’d been so melodious just a few seconds ago snapped back, before quickly returning to a sweet song. Bakugo growled, teeth clenching as he stood up, ready to wreak havoc as he slammed his door open.

“Katsuki, leave your sister alone or your mother will get mad when she gets home!” A man, presumably Bakugo’s dad yelled from the downstairs of the house, making the blonde stop in his tracks. With a livid look on his face, the blonde turned back around, shut the door, and sat back down.

“Don’t fucking say anything.” He hissed out, and Kirishima almost felt bad. The unveiled singer would probably get the screaming of a lifetime from Bakugo later. But judging from the smug tone drifting through the air, he didn’t think they’d care all too much.

He nodded, trying his best to focus on taking his notes instead of imaging who could be behind the songs. ___

The study sessions at Bakugo’s house didn’t stop there— every Sunday he’d visit the Bakugo household and each time he did that same voice was still singing in shower. It distracted him every time he heard it, always earning him a kick to the leg generously given by Katsuki. It had gotten to the point where he’d pour over the textbooks on Saturday and actually study so that he could actually keep up with his grades. And yet the late night Saturdays spent studying seemed to be completely worth it in his eyes.

Except for today, when he woke up an hour late because he stayed up studying too late.

Bakugo was gonna fucking kill him.

He quickly slid his shoes on and grabbed the backpack sitting by the door of his room before bolting out the door. There wasn’t time to change, not with Bakugo’s temper, maybe if he still showed up then he would only get a loud scolding. His house wasn't all too far, he could make it there in ten minutes if he ran fast enough.

He panted as he neared the household, hero training certainly helped with endurance training, but it was still tiring to run long distances for anyone. A wince on his face as he rang the doorbell, preparing himself for the blonde boy’s wrath. Kirishima wasn’t on the guy’s bad side too often, he just hoped that it wouldn’t be too loud this time.

The door opened and he was wide-eyed.

“Oh, are you here for Katsuki? Good luck with him, he’s in one of his moods.” The same voice that he heard every weekend greeted him, the door widening to let him in. Quickly, he straightened himself up, and mentally cursed himself for not getting himself ready before this. His hair wasn’t gelled, soft and covering parts of his face. He was still in his sweatpants for goodness’ sake.

“Sorry, I think I might be the reason for that.” A sheepish smile on his face as he stepped inside the house, shutting the door behind him. “I wouldn’t worry about it, this is normal for him. He’s up in his room.” You laughed it off as you went upstairs, leaving him trailing behind you, averting his eyes down to focus on the steps rather than on your figure in front of him.

So… Bakugo has never really mentioned you at school, are you younger than him?” He tried to sound casual, but you two were already nearing the top of the stairs and he wanted to talk to you so badly. “Actually, we’re fraternal twins, but I guess he’s too involved with himself to mention me.” You joked back, laughing once again and he clung to that sound. “Oh that’s so cool! Do you two have the same quirk?” He tried not to sound too excited, but the fact that you were talking to him sent butterflies through his stomach.

“Nah, I just have our mom’s quirk, he got a mix of their quirks. But hey, at least I’ll age well.” The snort that came out of your mouth had to be the cutest thing he’d ever heard. As you two finally neared Katsuki’s room, he took a breath in. Time to shoot his shot “I dunno, I think it’s a cool quirk to have! You’d look just as pretty as you do now.” God he hoped you didn’t think he was creepy, and he also hoped that Bakugo hadn’t just heard him flirt with his twin sister.

“Do you have a pen in that backpack?” His face fell as you completely ignored his flirting. Did he come off too strong? Or did you just not like him? Regardless, he fumbled with the bag in his hand and pulled out a sharpie. “Does this work?” A grin crept on your face.

“Absolutely.”

His hand was taken into yours and the marker was pressed into his skin, vaguely making out numbers. “In case you need someone better to hang out with, gimme a call.” His cheeks reddened at that and he nodded quickly, your hand brushing his as you handed the pen back. “Have fun studying.” Humming, you retreated back down the steps.

The toothy grin on his face stayed all throughout the yelling he got from Katsuki.

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[marswritingss]

karasuno and nekoma’s manager with an ed and selfharm

req: um hello 👉🏼👈🏼 I saw you were doing emergency requests and, unless you're uncomfy with it, could i request karasuno and nekoma comforting their manager who has an eating disorder (anorexia) and/or self harms? ive been going through a tough time with my ed and self harm. if you feel uncomfortable writing this, its totally fine i understand! have a good day/night 💕

me: ofc baby! i’m glad you trusted me in this and i hope you know that you’re amazing and deserve to be happy. keep on going, if you’ve hit the bottom now you can only go better :)) if you ever need to talk just dm me or send it here anonymously :)

warnings: eating disorder and self harm,,, but it all ends up being fluff bc baby here needs it

oh god i’m here after finishing it i might have made it too angsty shit

also yes i’m still working on my other requests but as you’ve seen this is an emergency req and somehow i managed to pull out some ideas while i was taking a shower and come up with something as fast as i could

btw i feel i focused more in the ed part than in the self harm part so if you want me to rewrite this i'll do it gladly! <33

another note: at first i had written one paragraph in female, and i obviously had to change it, but i didn’t know how to change female volleyball team to something neutral, so i just created this miyagi under 18 volleyball group where you happened to play :))

karasuno

– ok what happened is that you used to do volleyball, though not in highschool, but in a group, because you had forgotten to sign up for the club and when you realised, it was too late

– but uH

– well

– it happened that you had to stop playing it because of an injury on your first year of highschool (you were a second year)

– kiyoko knew you because her cousin was friends with you, and when she learned that you did know volleyball, she didn’t hesitate to ask you to join her and yachi

– so there you were, one month after recruiting you, you had developed friendships with everyone and the whole team adored you

– but they didn’t know about your habits, and the pants and jacket you wore everytime to the gym covered enough to not look suspicious

– so daichi didn’t think there would be a problem about organizing a trip to the beach

– at first you were going to turn the invitation, but the look yachi, hinata and noya gave you made you bit your inner cheek and say yes

– well, you could always stay under the umbrella and read something, and maybe even talk with tsukki or ennoshita

– the point is, you weren’t going to show your thighs, much less take a bath. and you didn’t have a problem! your body had no reserves of fat, which made your body not be able to preserve any heat

– i’m pretty sure i read that you can’t preserve heat in your body which makes you grow more hair somewhere but if i’m wrong please call me out

– if hinata or yamaguchi asked you why were you wearing long jeans, you could just tell them you hadn’t shaved that day

– your plan was going to be alright, you had it under control

– so the day arrived.

– you were in a hoodie and jeans, just like you planned

– i mean, it wasn’t even summer, the volleyball idiots just happened to be too warm to be able to go to the beach in may

– so there wasn’t anything odd

– or so you thought

“pfff are you going to make a sandman y/n?” asked tsukki

“oh, no i-”

“yeah y/n! it’s too hot to be wearing hoodies!”

“oi! let her wear what she wants” said daichi

– bless him tbh

– so you sat in your towel and started thinking

"you have it all under control” you muttered to yourself, not knowing ennoshita was listening

“what?” he asked

“oh, it’s nothing” you brushed off

“stupid! you almost discover yourself!” you scolded in your mind

– appart from that. no one seemed to know anything

– so you sent the thought to the back of your mind and took out a book

– ahh it was a nice day

– you hadn’t had to eat anything and the coke you had had earlier was enough to keep you up so you didn’t have to ingest anything else, and you hadn’t had any urges so your wounds from yesterday were already healing

– but

– somehow, the temperature started rising

– and, without thinking about it, you rolled your sleeves a bit up

– suga almost fainted when he saw, and ennoshita had to keep him from going there and lecture you

– you hadn’t noticed any of this so you kept reading

“we should see how y/n behaves and talk to her accordingly” told ennoshita to suga, who nodded

– when you realised you had rolled up your sleeves, showing your skinny arm and some of your wounds, you panicked. but no one had told you anything, and you knew that if anyone knew they would’ve told you anything, so you reminded yourself to be more careful

– oh, how wrong you were

“do you want some onigiri, y/n?” kageyama asked, handing you one. it smelled amazing, and you had to dig your nails on your palms before denying

“no thanks” you said with a smile

“but these were made by my mom!” said hinata “you have to try them out!”

– one bite didn’t hurt, did it?

“yes it does” you told yourself

– you shook your head and told them you were going on a walk

– hopefully they’d be too distracted on eating that they wouldn’t think about it too much

– and tsukki, of all people, asked if he could go with you. you didn’t want to leave suspicions so you accepted

– you didn’t know, but he had realised that the amount of food you ate was too little, even for him, and that sometimes you seemed to make faces when noya would drag you by the arm

– so when he saw the two moms of the team panicking over you, and your rolled up sleeves, he confirmed it

“ennoshita-san, sugawara-san, i’ve seen you’ve realised about y/n... habits” he said. ennoshita looking at him in surprise. “i was thinking about talking to them later, since they’ll probably run away as soon as the two simpletons bring the food”

“mmmm” nodded suga. “be careful though, we don’t really know about how far the situation has gone”

– so there he was, walking with you asking himself how to bring the topic

– you were thinking about what excuse to use if he happened to know, when you felt your legs fail and almost drop you

– this looks like a tsukki hc wtf i’m sorry hol on

– anyway so this guy ends up dragging you and saying things you can’t even focus on because you don’t have the energy

– hinata and noya panic and ask if you’re going to be okay

– daichi calms them while suga and asahi help you sit down

“what happened?” asks 

– you’re about to pull off an excuse when ennoshita talks lowly enough so only daichi suga asahi and you can hear

“can’t you see?” he says you think he’s disgusted but he’s actually worried and mad that no one had realised before “y/n isn’t okay, they haven’t eaten yet, and the wounds in their arms are affecting them

– you felt your tears appear

– suga tried comforting you by rubbing his hand in your back

“it’s okay, we’ll figure something out” he said

– then you started crying, and hinata panicked for the second time and ran to hug you

“i’m sorry i’m not enough” you said between sobs. you were frustrated with yourself and started to feel the urge to rip off the skin that had formed in your wounds

– both suga and daichi looked at you, while hinata hugged you tighter, as if you were going to leave

“what do you mean?” asked kageyama, he was behind asahi, who had been looking at you with pity

“i don’t want your pity” you thought, asahi smiled at you even though you probably had sent him a death glare

“i’m...” you started, but shut yourself as you didn’t know what to say.

“oi! y/n!” called tanaka, a bit harshly. daichi stiffened as he thought how tanaka was sometimes too brute with words “you’re beautiful as hell!” he said punching the air

“heck yeah!” said noya, jumping “you’re the most beautiful person i’ve seen!”

“y/n you’re so cute! when you enter the gym is like whaaaam and... uhhh” started hinata “and booooooom” he said flailing his hands around

– you laughed a bit

– daichi smiled relieved

– maybe the pair knew how to handle

– that day ended up you getting hugged by everyone and ennoshita staying with you while wathcing noya and hinata bully tsukki splashing water to him while yamaguchi screamed ‘tsukki!!!!’

“you know y/n,” he started. asahi was on your other side “you can always count on us” he said while smiling “you helped us getting back to volleyball, even though you were still on your club and probably thought some coward first years wouldn’t be worthy. i think we owe you that one” he said. you remembered that. he had stumbled across you, the intimidating first year setter who had saved the current Under 18 Miyagi prefecture Volleyball Club from lacking a setter, how you had heard sometimes. ah, you missed these times. you hadn’t entered the shit hole that was now, and your mood had always been bright.

– you smiled and muttered a “thank you”

– now, noya and tanaka keep track of you and how you’re feeling while ennoshita asks you how are you everytime your class ends, since you were in the same class.

– the third years now take turns to compliment you everyday. and i mean EVERY day

“hey y/n! you look very pretty today” says asahi while blushing. behind you, daichi and suga give him a thumbs up

“damn! these stats look really neat!” says hinata

“y/n was the one arranging them boke, of course they look neat” says kageyama

– everyday team hugs

– kiyoko hugs>>>>

– yachi ends up offering some of her food, but never complains nor pushes you if you’re not feeling like eating that day

– after a while, you start feeling way better, and even build up the courage to ask for help, which makes sugamama proud

– tanaka defo cries when you announce you’ll be visiting a therapist two days a week

– this turned to be ennoshita and tsukki hcs i’m so sorry-

nekoma

– so kuroo, being the eighty years old he is (and sometimes kind of a mom, even tho the official one is yaku), he always reminded everyone to eat their food and drink water, and being so persistent, he thought everyone took care of themselves, especially their precious manager that tora had been whipped by when he knew nekoma did in fact have a manager

– but oh, boy

– he didn’t know about your problems with food and how you punished yourself

– kenma already knew about it. he had found you in the gym bathroom when you were purging (ik the ones who purge are more tended to be bulimic, but i really didn’t know how to make this happen, sowwy) after eating for the first time in twenty hours a few months ago, but he had promised to not say anything as he knew these things weren’t to take lightly

– but he did check up on your mood and asked you if you felt better or worse than the day before

– he did in fact, felt bad about not being able to help you in any other way, but he genuinely didn’t know how to talk about it properly with you and he didn’t want to hit a nerve

– kuroo surprisingly hadn’t discovered anything, even though you weren’t the most secretive about it and he was quite intuitive in these topics

– until shinzen training camp

– the coaches had decided to pull a two weeks training camp, somehow, and, as always, your team was invited

– you weren’t worried, you had already gone through two years full of training camps and you were a pro at choosing the food at the cafeteria with the least calories, usually giving half of it to yukie

– the first week went alright. kenma kept sneaking to the sidelines to ask you how were you feeling that day, and yukie ate the halves of your food. so far, training camp was going quite well. you had had only felt a few urges you could perfectly satisfy by sinking your nails in your thighs, and brush it off as nervousness

– however, the second week was a complete disaster

– your thoughts hit you like the bus hit regina george, and ended up almost banging your head against the wall in order to shut down those feelings, and it only had been two hours since you had woken up

– as soon as lunch started, you felt like puking when you felt the smell of the food. not even the low calories noodles could shut the feeling

– so you ended up almost having a panick attack, which you were able to stop as soon as you felt the familiar numbness that had taken over your body countless times

– but you still ran away to calm yourself in a less crowded place

– the third years were worried. although they had been with you three years, they had never seen you run with such look in the face, and ended up sending kai to ask you, since they didn’t want to crowd and overwhelm you

“y/n?” asked while blushing because he was entering in the managers bathroom (bless him)

– he found you swinging yourself in the last bathroom, trying to block everything in your surroundings. there were tears in your eyes, now pressed and closed, and you were hugging yourself putting your forehead (which i wanna kith bc YOU DESERVE THE WORLD OKAY) against your knees and your face between your legs. you hadn’t seen him

– he didn’t move as he didn’t want to scare you, you seemed really really distressed, you were hyperventilating and rubbing your ahdns up your arms, trying to find some heat

– when you felt better, although you were still shaking, you saw him, smiling fondly in aim to ensure you that everything was going to be alright

“s-sorry...” you said, looking down. he looked at you like asking what were you talking about. “i... i uhhh... i ruined your lunch... sorry about that”

“oh! don’t worry about that y/n, how are you feeling right now?” he asked, he had crouched down to hug you and look at you, and was now rubbing the back of your hands in a really soothing way

“i don’t really know...” you said, lost

– and the other barged down but more lowkey

“y/n! are you okay? are you feeling alright?” asked yaku, looking at you worried

“yakkun” said kuroo, warning that he was in fact, acting out of his motherly instints and overwhelming you

– so you stayed there with them feeling more and more calmed until you built up the courage to get up and walk to the sink, where you splashed your face with water and let the cold of it relax you. you felt like you had to explain a few things, even though you had the feeling that they knew already

“i owe you guys an explanation” you said

“it’s okay y/n, you don’t owe us anything-”

“kuroo, i do” you said, sharply. you were familiar with them, and they had already seen you changning yourself (don’t even ask about this, it just happened in your first year when you hadn’t hit rock bottom and still felt alright with your body, so you hadn’t mind when the managers changing room was locked and you changed on the club room). but it didn’t mean they weren’t weirded out when you started pulling down your pants, showing them the scars and wounds that covered most of your skinny thighs. 

– they were confused, and then, when they connectted the dots, concern took over their faces

“y/n...” said yaku, hugging you. it was weird by the fact that your pants were down, but you really didn’t mind at this point.

“it’s alright” you said, but the tears streaming down your face again said otherwise

“how much has this been going on?” asked kuroo, not sounding with an angry tone, but more of a concerned one.

“um...” you rubbed the back of your neck “ i started feeling the urges in the middle of the second year...”

– yaku tightened the hug, warming you

“it’s okay, you can count on us” he said

– when you felt better, lunch had already ended, but kenma had kept a tray with a bit of everything for you in case you needed something, which you did, but didn’t want to eat.

– but the look in kuroo’s face and the warming hand that kai had placed in your back made you feel better and helped you push down the feeling of grossness, so you took a bit of a few things

– the third years stuck around you the rest of the week, sending smiles or reassurance everytime you felt negatively

– none of the first years know anything, but kuroo has imposed a rule of not talking about certain topics such as body types or calories, and yaku ripped the posters of girls in bikinis off the walls of the clubroom

– tora doesn’t know the full story, but he now praises you (as he should) and is more careful with what does he say

– kenma keeps asking you how are you doing, with the addition of fukunaga looking at you with platonic love eyes (i hope y’all know what i mean or ima end up embarrashing myself-)

– kuroo tells you facts about health that make you feel better

“y/n, did you know that stress can give you bad headaches? take a relax day today” says one time, that day, practice ends up early even though it’s saturday (usually the toughest days) and the whole team goes walking around the city (kenma and you pet a cat and lev get shit on by a pigeon)

– shibayama hugs you daily, to which lev joins and inuoka and tamahiko

– the team helps you when you start your medication, and don’t hesitate to sit you down and take your duties when you feel low and have to take a rest, and when you tell them they don’t need you, yaku says “but we want to” heroically, and hands the stack of papers to kuroo

 – aaa you (we) love them so much,,,

– hope i made you feel better! i’m still hesitant about some parts, but i wanted to finish it a soon as possible so i’d be able to post it hihi

– i’m still saying, if you need to talk or feel low, don’t doubt to dm me! i’m open about talking about anything, and i’d love to help in anything that’s possible 🥺. reminder too that you are loved and deserve to be happy, despite what you think! you’re beautiful and you don’t need anyone’s approval to feel as valid as the rest. you’ve got this! <3

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@arcanalight​

I will literally take any chance I get to tell you how much I absolutely adore you and your Yu! You just put so much thought into him and give him so much love and attention that I forget he’s not a living, breathing person. He feels so real and deep, so human and so powerful all at the same time. There are so many sides to his personality, he’s not even close to one-note, and you don’t focus on just one thing. He’s a leader, he’s powerful, he’s dangerous—but he’s an impulsive dork who loves his friends, loves cats, eats his cousin’s science project 😂 he’s lonely and flawed and hurt, and you see so much beneath the surface that it feels like it would take me decades to ever glimpse the bottom. Your writing is beautiful, like reading poetry, a sunny day that gradually becomes a pulsing storm. It captivates me and leaves me wanting more. I could go on for hours about just how amazing you are but I’d run out of words before I could ever get my point across 😩  I just love your Yu so much okay like 😭 i’m in awe every day, that’s how good you are!!

how’s my portrayal?

😭 😭 😭 pls you’re going to make my heart explode !! every single day i’m so happy i took the plunge to make this blog. i’ve always had so many ideas & thoughts concerning yu. they’ve been stockpiled for YEARS. i don’t think i’ll ever reach the bottom either. he has so many moods, shifting personalities & sides to himself. but all that love aside, i’m really the happiest that i was able to meet someone so amazing & kind as you !! i’d just had about enough of tumblr & joining the persona fandom was kind of my last stand at giving public writing a chance. but you have always made me feel better when i’m at my worst. no matter what the topic is, i always love speaking to you. without you i never would have had the confidence to stick around or feel secure enough to share all those thoughts & ideas about yu. which i love you so much for listening to because oh my gosh it’s a lot. but you’ve given me so much since, well, the first day i even joined tbh. you approached me with so much kindness & just made me feel so welcome. i honestly had no support when i picked up this blog; i knew nothing about the rpc or had much support given back to me encouraging to even make him. so having someone be happy that i was here has always really touched me thinking back on. my reason for staying & not dropping has really been due to that support you’ve given 🥰

okay but let me dish some more love back to you !! you’re really the yosuke to my yu. you’re so sunny & bright & so uplifting !! hell, your presence in my activity makes my day even 😂 but your writing style is so inspiring. you always give back with so much flow & it comes full circle somehow when i reach the end of a reply. it’s so hard not to respond instantly. & it’s not just persona 4 or yosuke that you pour all that into either. yu might have his favorite but i don’t think i could even begin to because you do so much with akira, akechi, ann, yukiko just all of them !! you give each one such realistic & real emotional depth.

i can never pick a favorite thread we've had together either. but the first one we did together with chihaya i always think fondly back on. i’ll always have so many ideas about p5 yu but it really helped cement an understanding of the difference between the time frames for him. just all the little things that came with that one & it made me understand sides of yu i’d never considered before. even making sense of igor’s tarot reading had so much light shed on it !!

this is a huge bombardment of love but you deserve all of it 💞💞💞 you gave me a friend when i needed one the most & when i wasn’t in the best place 🥺 

[mooncruiser]

Heyy!! I’ve been meaning to pin my testimony, so here it is :)

So, my life wasn’t really the greatest growing up. I mention C-PTSD in my bio, and that’s what I’ll get into a bit. I’ll try not to be too graphic, but I can’t guarantee it’ll be totally safe.

There were some questionable things in my toddler years, a neglectful daycare center for 3 months, my dad being in and out of my life due to fear of getting attached at first, him flying off the handle once with me (my mom got on him for it, so it never happened again) but I think the trauma started with my cousins leaving me stuck out in a baby swing twice, a near death experience with a dog bite, and a homicidal attempt on me and my mom by my sister, who was 16 at the time (I’m 5 years old). 

There was also the dog cage incident I believe at…6 years old? Me and my brother were playing and he forgot me on accident. I pretty much accepted at this point that life was gonna chain me up and try to kill me lol, but it let up for a good while, and I had a pretty decent childhood. At 9 years old, there was the torturously loud school program in the gym I had to sit through for 2 hours, I think. 

It was at 10 when things became chronically ongoing. Domestic violence at home from my sister (physical, emotional abuse on me and my family), more physical and emotional abuse at school from my assistant teacher because I was on an IEP for my autism. At 11, I was sexually abused by my female friend who was 12, and her female cousin, who was 13. I was abandoned by my cousins and aunt, and I was being placed in a seclusion room at school during standardized tests (which was sensory deprived solitary confinement) even after I was finished for the day. At 12 years old, I started being emotionally neglected by my mother.

I mean, I was so angry and depressed and secretly suicidal at 10, but by 12 I was severely dissociating (I had been dissociating during trauma at various times prior). I had so much fear and anxiety that by the time I was 13 I’d be feeling like passing out 24/7, so I got on meds, which only helped the more severe physical symptoms, I guess. 

At 13, I started being groomed by this high school girl that liked me. She was a Sophomore, and I was in 7th grade. She noticed the neglect and told me she knew me better. She would give me gifts, teach me to ship gay pairings, gave me a gay pedophilic manga. Shamelessly told me she had sexual relations with her male cousin and his friends who were around my age. I blocked it out. 

I also had a very abusive friendship with a girl online who had BPD. My assistant teacher, who came with me to middle school, restrained and tortured me with the marching band’s loud music in the hallway, which only intensified my dissociative symptoms (I was actually switching alters at this point regularly and having no idea).

I remember at 13 being confused about my gender and sexuality. My mom was no help and just wanted me to hide it from my family and everyone else, for reputation purposes and she didn’t want me bullied. That was actually how I decided to get in contact with my grooming abuser, which I wonder at this point whether that was my fault. I didn’t expect her to really take over like she did, but I was essentially brainwashed into accepting whatever I was feeling for her benefit. I just wanted advice and a friend. 

I was so lonely, I had been desperate for friends for years, and I was desperate for someone to love me in any way, honestly. I was overeating. I’d spend hours daydreaming, in video games or entertainment to escape from school and everything else. During meltdowns, I’d be doing self injurious behaviors. 

So by 14, I come out as a lesbian. Had a couple relationships with girls who just saw me as a sexual object (I remember saying yes to sexual things even though I didn’t want to, just so that they wouldn’t abandon me. Dissociating off and finding it disgusting), would cheat on me with multiple people, ignore me for new friends, etc. 

The BPD friend I dated, when I broke up with her, immediately attempted suicide so that scarred me more into our trauma bond. She’d show me self harm pics she took from time to time. It scared me into making sure I didn’t trigger her again, but u know I never knew what triggered her in the first place, so, like with everything else, I had no strategy to life. It was either fight, run, dissociate or nod yes to everything. She took up the latter lol. 

I came out as trans my Freshman year, and stayed that way into my Sophomore year. I was bitter about dating because of the whole sexual object thing, and full of shame at the same time, thinking no one would want me. I thought I was asexual. I tried out a career high school honestly just to get away from the memories of my old school. 

Some feelings about being trans started to fade, but not entirely, so I went by genderfluid/genderqueer from 17-19. I was excited to make new friends at my new school, but my anxiety kept me from it. I opened up very awkwardly about my dating history to one girl (which tbh I shouldn’t have, but I had been brainwashed so lol) and she told all the girls in my lab, and I was excluded and bullied (and cyberbullied) from thereon. 

I didn’t know it at first, it was so subtle. But once I knew, I tried standing up for myself and told the principal, which made them leave me alone for the most part. They’d glare at me, use me at graduation, cyberbully me one last time 8 months after graduation, and that was it. I still had to deal with domestic violence until I was 22, but once I graduated everything pretty much hit me.

I knew I’d be too stressed out to go to college or work. School indoctrination tried to teach me to be neurotypical and expect this, but it wasn’t happening. I was too afraid to leave my house for a year, and too afraid to be honest online for fear of being watched and bullied, or stalked. I was seriously considering suicide down the line. I thought I had nothing left to live for. I was useless. Nobody cared. Friends moved on to their new lives and I was dying. 

That’s when Jesus stepped in.

I guess I started being curious about God again for the first time since I was 12. I always believed in God, was grateful to Him for being there for me during the domestic violence and never blamed Him for it. I found out about worship music and was thrilled, and a question came up. Was being gay a sin? My grooming abuser taught me that God made me gay, so it was alright. But I wanted to know for sure this time from the Word. 

To my surprise, she was wrong. The Bible said it was indeed, a sin (the practice, not so much the identity aspect). I couldn’t piece together why, so I struggled with it for months. On my 20th birthday however, when I got done creating fanart of a gay pairing, I felt strongly convicted by the Holy Spirit that it was wrong. So I went to God.

I said, “If it is wrong, please change me so I can make You happy, because I love You. In the meantime, I won’t do anything in support of it for a while. If it’s not wrong, don’t change me, and I’ll know which way is right because I trust You.” When I look back on it, it was a pretty crazy prayer. Lots of people have said they couldn’t “pray the gay away”, and I do wonder what the difference was with me.

After 3 months, I stopped to check if I still felt anything, and the feelings were gone. My gender dysphoria was gone, too. I was way too afraid to tell anybody yet, but I remember when I did, one of the first people I told was my grooming abuser. 

She was livid, tried one last time to intimidate me. Another time we crossed paths (she came out of nowhere saying hi, said she worked at that market, complimented me and walked away smiling) and I was triggered, I messaged her and told her how she hurt me and I couldn’t bear to be around her anymore, but I hoped she’d have a good life. She didn’t respond online, but she complained to my sister that I thought she was a predator, and by the end of the conversation tries to get her to tell me she said hi. When she had kids, she was planning on raising them to be nonbinary. Her husband was abusive to them, so she ended up losing them. She never bugged me again. 

I was blown away by how God had changed me. How He opened my eyes to the truth. I prayed for Him to open my eyes to whatever else I had been blind to, and He slowly began lifting off the amnesia surrounding all my traumas, urging me towards recovery with Him. I realized I might have OSDD-1b recently as well, which is strange that I could have possibly had DID prior to losing my amnesia? 

I have been on this journey ever since, journaling, blogging, researching, and finally in a wonderful therapy called EMDR where I truly release the traumas from my body, hear God’s new positive beliefs to replace old negative ones from my childhood, and experience loving extraordinary visions while processing that teach me to focus on Jesus, trust Him more, love and pray for my enemies, and have a real satisfying relationship with Him that’s unattainable with anyone on Earth, along with daily Bible study. 

The picture on the left was me at 16 in my old life, the one on the right is me in my new creation :) God bless all of you, thank you for reading this far 💕💖

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My Computer Is Terrible So I'm Stating My Story Ideas Here Part 2: Electric Boogaloo.

Last time I discussed Alexis' and Leon's early relationship, so now I'm going to discuss his relationship with Hop, Naomi and Sonia.

The reason Alexis' is in Galar in the first place is because his aunt called him on the hunch that Leon will either endorse Naomi or Hop, and wanted Alexis, as an experience trainer, to look after them. Turns out she was right! Except one of the two, it was both! More work for Alexis then. Besides Alexis wanting to reconnect with his baby cousin, he secretly wants to travel again. Eventhough he has traveled before, and to different regions during his 3 year runaway from Unova, the emotions that he felt then were very bad, not only making his already futile attempt at "getting better" worse, but he also wasn't able to enjoy the journey as much as he wanted too. He never been to Galar before( avoidance maybe?) so he thought it would be nice to, y'know, travel. It's been 5 years after all.

Anyway, when first arriving to Galar and meeting Hop for the first time, he( Hop) immediately reminds him of his sister. Energetic, confident ( a little too much) and extremely heartfelt. Yep. Those two are one of the same. Now, let me just say now that Elliot and Alexis have a good relationship- they're twins. But there was a period of time where things where.... complicated, and while things are much better now, Alexis still feels the guilt of their conflict from before( he thinks it's was all his fault), Alexis tries his best to be a role model to Hop and Naomi. And for the most part, things go well! It's awkward, since he hasn't seen neither of them in years, but they both ask him lots of questions about pokemon and breeding( Hop occasionally flaunting his knowledge) and he lets them pet Kai and the other( of his team). All in all things go well.....until Leon comes home. I already made a post about they're early relationship, so I'll just leave that here. But long story short, Alexis doesn't like Leon and Leon is just confused. I think I'll go over how much of a mentor Alexis is to Hop and Naomi( especially Naomi) in a different post, with Naomi being the main focus( she IS the mc of the SwSh plotline) . Just now that he'll probably get sentimental when he finds out Hop and Noami consider each other twins, is probably the few who can talk to Hop during his when he's depressed besides Sonia, and respectfully disagrees with Hop's mom. Respectfully.

I feel like when Sonia and Alexis meet, they will immediately click. Like '"you also went on a journey that ended pretty badly for you and your relationship with the ones you care about are getting a bit complicated? Same!". But really, they would make fast friends. Sonia, in they're down time, would probably rant about varying topics ( her grandma, her gym challenge, Leon, Raihan etc) and Alexis would lend an ear, occasionally ranting himself ( he deserves it tbh). Alexis lives for Sonia's drawing, and they would both just talk hours upon hours about pokemon biology, breeding and history together. Again, fast friends. In a sense, she reminds him of Bianca.

TDLR: Alexis is Unovan Piers when it comes to Hop and Naomi, and him and Sonia are bestieeeees( I'm sorry)