#the mixes usually aren't STUNNING or anything

[toskarin]

on the note of mixing, it's really strange just how compressed FFXIV's soundtrack always is. I know some of it's down to clearing out air for pings to come through, some of it's down to filesize, but also it was startling the first time I heard the soundtrack CD mix of Equilibrium and realised how crushed the ingame version actually was

[yamujiburo]

Here's an arc I thought about doing but won't do because, it'd be a bit too sad and also it's too similar to the Turing Point Arc I already did and also it would be long. But I'll write it here for you angst enjoyers. This ended up being longer than I thought.

Despite getting the "okay" from Ash to date Jessie, Delia still worries that she's not doing the right thing or being a bad mom. Up until now she'd convinced herself that she had the right to be selfish for once after knowing only sacrifice and putting herself last.

Jessie and Ash, while not as antagonistic towards each other, still go at it. A Pikachu zap here, an angry "twerp" being uttered there. The guilt settles in for Delia and figures that it's best to just cut things off before things potentially get worse or before she gets too attached to Jessie. Her son comes first after all. That's what she signed up for when becoming a parent.

She sits Jessie down, eyes watery (it's the first time Jessie's ever seen Delia come close to crying). Delia says she thinks they should end things. Jessie is stunned but accepts it quickly. She sucks it up in the moment, puts a resigned smile on her face and tells Delia she'll leave immediately and not to worry about her. Delia's also broken up about it but promised herself she'd never cry over a goodbye and she wasn't gonna start now.

Jessie goes to James and Meowth's place greeted similarly to this, lightly teasing her about blowing it with Delia, and she breaks down sobbing. Oops it's real this time. James and Meowth do everything in their power to make her feel better. They let her know that things like this happen and they're ready to go wherever she wants to go (knowing that it'd likely be to painful for her to stay in Pallet). As much as she wants to leave, she doesn't want James and Meowth to lose the good thing they have going. She's not in the right headspace to make any decisions so she'll get to it later.

Ash returns home after doing a little training at Oak's lab. He notices Jessie's not around and asks his mom where she is. Delia is about to tell him but can't quite bring herself to say the truth out loud yet. She simply says "I don't know". Ash looks disappointed. "Aw man, I wanted to see if she wanted to battle. She makes a good battle buddy for all of my newer, baby Pokémon." Delia perks up that this. As quickly as he came, he leaves again to go train his Pokémon.

Later, Delia approaches Ash, asking him if he really meant that what he said about Jessie being a good battle partner. He gives her an enthusiastic "yeah!" and tells her that it's been nice having another battle ready trainer around since there's not many in Pallet. Delia starts to pry a little more. "I thought you and Jessie didn't get along?" Ash is confused, and tells Delia they get along great! "Jessie doesn't steal anymore! And she's getting better at battling which is cool." Delia brings up that she's head them argue before. "Oh... well I guess that's just how we are. I'd be weirded out if she was suddenly too nice to me all the time. Jessie's actually a lot like Misty. But taller!" This gives Delia a lot to think about but what's done is done and it's no use pressing on. It's easier this way.

The next morning Delia's getting ready for work. She must not have noticed that she was acting weird but Ash picks up on it. "What's wrong mom?" Delia's shocked he noticed (he's not usually this perceptive). She tells him it's nothing and that she just slept bad. "Hm. But Jessie says that when you're upset you get really quiet and intense." Delia notices that she was pretty intensely mixing the pancake batter. "Jessie told you that?" Ash nods. "Hey speaking of, where is Jessie? Haven't seen her since yesterday." Delia stops mixing and tells Ash that she and Jessie aren't together anymore. Ash is confused and upset at the idea of Jessie doing something that would hurt his mom enough for them to break up. Delia lets him know that Jessie didn't do anything like that and that them breaking up was just for the best. But Ash questions this, pointing out that he's never seen Delia as happy as she was when Jessie was there and also how Delia looks really sad now. Delia can't argue with that but then tells him that it's complicated. Ash, to Delia's surprise, looks a bit disappointed. He's bummed he wasn't able to say goodbye first and asks if she thinks Jessie would still be willing to come by and train with him sometimes. Delia asks him once more if he was really okay with her and Jessie dating. "Yeah I thought I said that already? Jessie's pretty cool when she's not being evil. And she really likes Pokémon which is a plus!" Such simple criteria. Delia's now worried that she might've made a mistake. She finishes making breakfast and heads to work.

At the restaurant she's met by James. She can feel an awkwardness hanging in the air. She knows that James knows. Before she can say anything James tells Delia thank you for employing him and helping him, Meowth and Jessie get back on their feet but that he's going to quit working at the restaurant and that they'll likely be leaving Pallet soon. Delia's heart sinks. There's now a ticking clock and she has to decide what she wants to do SOON. She asks James where Jessie is. James hesitantly tells her that she's at his and Meowth's place. Delia pleads with James to work the restaurant for one more day at least and to cover this shift. She has to go talk to Jessie. He agrees, hoping that this is a good thing.

Delia runs to James and Meowth's place. She knocks on the door upon arrival and waits. It takes a moment but she hears the door unlock. Jessie opens the door, disheveled, tears and snot all over her face, draped in a blanket. Jessie notices it's Delia and, frightened, slams the door. Delia's stunned for a moment and goes to knock on the door again but before she can the door opens. This time Jessie's tears are gone, her hair's fixed and she ditched the blanket. "Oh hey, Delia! What brings you here?" Delia can't help but be charmed. But this is serious. She shakes it off and asks if they could talk. Jessie invites her in. They get to the couch and Jessie starts frantically cleaning up all the crumpled tissues and dirty dishes off the ground. "Heh I caught a cold yesterday. A one day cold. I'm fine now." Delia doesn't call out the obvious lie and gets straight to the point.

She tells Jessie that she's worried she made a mistake. She made a panicked decision that she was hoping would protect Ash and her future self. But now realizes that she was afraid of the idea that she'd made a selfish decision by dating her. It was a selfish decision but that didn't mean it was a bad one. She was the happiest she'd been, Jessie and Ash were learning to get along and were getting along much better than she'd though. She acknowledges that Jessie has been there for Ash in a way that she can't quite be and is also grateful to her for managing to keep Ash home a little longer. She asks if Jessie would be willing to take her back (despite the distress she caused). Jessie starts sobbing with happy tears. She tearfully says she'll try even harder to get along with Ash and be a better person. Delia reassures her that she's doing just fine.

They kiss passionately but then realize it's weird that they're making out in James in Meowth's place and say they'll continue later. Delia tells Jessie to head back home and that Ash is looking forward to battling with her (and she also needs to let James and Meowth not to quit their jobs).

The end~

[etoiile]

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY

starring itoshi sae!

synopsis: itoshi sae thinks valentines day is stupid. its a stupid holiday for stupid people to give each other stupidly overpriced chocolates and flowers. he's never done anything for any girl for valentines day, so why does he find himself wanting to do something for you?

requested by @unknownedvampire !

notes: a small drabble for the gals who don't have valentines </3 (me...)

"kaiser," sae grumbled, looking up from his lunch, "what now?"

kaiser plopped down across from him, ignoring sae's attitude. "so, what are you gonna do for y/n this year?"

sae glanced up at him and went back to his food. "her birthday isn't for months, stupid."

"no, for valentines day." kaiser grinned, trying to get into the mind of itoshi sae.

sae rolled his eyes, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. "valentine's day is stupid. it's just stupid people making a stupid holiday for their stupid overpriced chocolates and flowers. i've never done anything for any girl on valentine's day."

kaiser chuckled, nudging him. "come on, if you don't make y/n happy on valentine's, someone else will..."

sae glared at him, but chose to stay silent.

but as the days passed, sae couldn't shake the thought that unlike him, y/n actually liked valentine's day. she would talk about it from time to time, her eyes lighting up with excitement. she talked about her love for all the hearts and all the pink, though she would quickly shut herself down, knowing how sae felt about it.

kaiser continued to pester sae about his valentine's day plans, saying something like, "someone's gonna snatch her up!" but sae remained resistant, dismissing the whole idea. however, a tiny seed of consideration had been planted in his mind. he found himself observing y/n from a distance, noticing the subtle joy that valentine's day seemed to bring her.

eventually, that seed grew into a reluctant acknowledgment. he realized that even if it meant participating in the holiday he deemed "stupid" and "lukewarm," it would be worth it to see y/n smile. so, with a hint of bashfulness and an uncharacteristic softness, sae found himself standing in front of y/n's locker on valentine's day, an equally uncharacteristically sweet, thoughtful gift in his bag.

"oh! sae? what's up?" you smiled, bumping into him after putting your stuff in your locker.

"i, uh, have something for you." he mumbled, a pink dusting on his cheeks.

you put your cheek out expectantly, knowing how this is how he usually tells you he'd like to kiss you, but you were surprised when he instead pulled out a small gift bag.

too stunned to speak, you slowly took the bag. "sae? what's this? i thought you didn't like valentine's?"

he rubbed his neck nervously. "yeah. but you do."

your heart swelled at his sweetness. "thank you, sae."

excitedly, you opened the bag to reveal one of those eternal roses and a small card.

a smile spread across your face as you pulled out the contents. sae shifted awkwardly, his usual gruff demeanor replaced by a rare (actually, not-so-rare nowadays, but he'd rather die than admit it) moment of bashfulness.

"uh, yeah. it's dumb, but... happy valentine's day, or whatever," he muttered, avoiding eye contact.

"it's not dumb," you replied sincerely, admiring the rose. "thank you, sae. this means a lot to me."

sae mumbled something incoherent, a mix of embarrassment and a faint hint of satisfaction that he made you happy. you decided not to tease him, appreciating the effort he had put into this seemingly small gesture.

"i love you!" you grinned, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek.

his face flushed, matching the color of his hair. "i love you too."

sae was never much of a guy for valentines day, but for you and your sweet smiles and kisses, he thinks that maybe he can be.

extra:

you got home later that day and opened up the card sae wrote for you. inside, it read, "valentines day is stupid, but you aren't. i know i don't show it much, but i love you a lot. just like this rose, my love for you will never die. happy valentine's day, y/n. -sae"

(you texted him later teasing him about how cheesy he is.)

© 𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 please do not copy or repost my work on any other site. interactions appreciated! 🤍

[veetyuh]

CW: non-graphic mentions of CSAM, graphic descriptions of the mental health effects of viewing it, and rambling about antis in relation to it. If you've heard my shpiel on this, sorry in advance.

I used to do content moderation so I have seen way too much actually vile shit. CSAM included. And it is difficult to describe the gravity of what seeing that does to a normal person. But here's my best shot at what it did to me, anyway.

Imagine you're given a video from some nondescript, totally blank (firstname_numbers) account, and when you open it, you can't quite process what's happening on screen. It's not blurry or dark or otherwise obscured. It's very clear, but your brain won't allow you to accept it for a solid 30 seconds. Then, there's horror that sinks into your bones and makes your stomach turn. There's some sort of primal, lizard-brain fury mixed in — and perhaps you even fantasize over retaliating with things you didn't fancy yourself capable of. There's soul-crushing sorrow as you recall there's nothing you can do to help stop this, and all you can do is bear witness to this atrocity, then pathetically report it after the fact. The video automatically unmutes. The sounds are the worst part. If you've ever seen the brick video, this audio is similar in that it haunts you forever. It's overwhelming. You cycle between these emotions so quickly that they blend into each other, and become greater than the sum of their parts. It's a nuclear bomb set off inside your skull. You want to cry, punch a wall, and throw up. You do none of those things because you are too stunned to function. And then suddenly, there's numbness. Like a switch has turned off all the feelings in your brain. All of the unspeakable things you were feeling are gone in an instant.

Maybe you're a tougher nut to crack. Maybe the switch doesn't flip for you on the first video. So you let those emotions ride out until they've physically exhausted you. You pace and you marinate in the aftermath, feeling like you need to vent but knowing you can't. You can't even summarize what you saw without painting a picture so disturbing that it'll fuck up whoever is kind enough to listen to you. All you can do is turn to a loved one, explain that you saw something earth-shatteringly upsetting, and hope they can distract you. Maybe they express sympathy and give their best effort. Maybe you give your own best effort. Maybe you drink or use substances to get away from it, but it still festers in the back of your mind the entire time.

But that switch will flip for you, eventually. And when it does, it'll have you shitting bricks. It's like a hurricane stopping, only for you to realize you're in the eye. One moment you're feeling physically ill from the strength of your own negative emotions — the next, you can't feel anything. Your head feels different. Clearer, more room for thought. But then you move on to the next video, and the fresh horrors do nothing to you. And that's when the gravity of emotional dissociation sinks in. You can't feel anything. You could cut a man's throat and it would feel the same as tying your shoe. You have tapped into something that feels ancient. It's like you've regressed into a lower evolutionary life form incapable of emotion. Below cavemen. Humans aren't meant to experience something like this. It's the cold, unthinking indifference of a creature which could eat its own young without blinking.

But you use it for good. You use it to function when you otherwise can't, and overcome the task at hand. And it helps you tremendously as a content moderator. Eventually, you get so good at it that you can turn your emotions off at will, and do it before you even view your first video of the day.

It does not help you once you're done. While the metaphorical emotion switch can be turned off at will, turning it back on is a chore. It usually takes a while to wear off. Maybe an hour or two once you're done. But the more you do it, the harder it is to break out of it.

Imagine going back to your normal life while you're stuck in that mindset. You try to watch TV or play video games and none of it brings you any joy — like the worst, most suffocating depression. Except it isn't depression, and you have the will, the energy, and the definite need for something to take your mind off what you've seen, but nothing changes that listless straightjacket your brain is stuck in. There should be dread and panic taking root, because the accompanying thoughts are there. Is this your new normal? Will you ever feel anything again? But there is neither dread nor panic, because your body won't allow you to feel them. Not even chemical alteration gets it back on track, and it's only after you've nursed away the hangover the next morning that you can kindle a tiny spark of emotion, again. And through the searing headache, you wonder if fighting the good fight is truly worth the possibility of being stuck without feelings forever.

All of this to say, repeated CSAM exposure is anthrax. It makes you sick in ways you didn't even know were possible, and if you survive it, the experience will follow you forever. You're also not going to talk about it in public. Even vague descriptions of it are enough to seriously traumatize those who encounter it. It feels like a public safety hazard to talk about. Trigger warnings are not enough. A proper description would warrant a fucking consent form. That's something your therapist has to coax out of you like you're a Vietnam vet with war trauma.

What you DON'T do is repost it. Even if it's to argue or express anger/disgust. You don't scroll the tags looking for it, either. No one in their right fucking mind treats actual CSAM the way antis treat "cp" and that's what infuriates me the most about them. They water down the term the same way kids water down "gaslighting."

Drawings of fictional characters are not CSAM. If you can describe it publicly, if you can repost or respond to it and use it for rage bait, then it isn't CSAM. The people who do this are, very obviously, not experiencing any of the trauma which is involved with viewing real CSAM. They are acting on disgust impulses, and then they have the audacity to imply that their discomfort is tantamount to experiencing some of the most traumatizing material a person can view.

It isn't CSAM. They know that it isn't CSAM. Every sane, socialized human adult knows that it isn't CSAM and I'm exhausted with acting like it isn't incredibly offensive to call it that.

[002yb]

Oh, Dick taking Jason to rooftop dates and romantic trips

A trope I adore with Dick and Jason is their flirting/dating including a lot of playfulness. Which directly translates into games of chase, ahhhhhhhh. Just an easy, lighthearted competitiveness - equal parts taunting and teasing until one or the other is able to close that distance. Hands catching each other, arms around waists, grabbing one another straight out of the sky. Then it's just tumbling across rooftops, or sitting on high ledges as they catch their breath. Cackling because it's young and dumb and wonderful.

And Jason being all enamored because Dick is especially handsome when his hair is all wind swept. And Dick being just as taken because there's nothing more striking than the flush on Jason's cheeks, the breadth of his smile, the heave of his chest. ˉ̞̭(′͈∨‵͈♡)˄̻ ̊

Their 'dates' aren't anything over-the-top, usually. It's always more private; a mundanely intimate affair (because really? it's what they can manage with what time they can manage and it's not nearly enough, but they make it work; they always have). It's meals stolen between over-full schedules, hidden away on the corner of rooftops, legs dangling over high ledges - sun warming their skin. It's them catching naps when they can, tucked in close to one another with any suitable structure at their backs to hide them from view.

It never fails that anything more gets interrupted, but they try. Rooftop picnics at any time of day to watch the sun rise, the sun set; to watch clouds pass or airplanes flying overhead in the night sky. Calling one another to weird vantage points to overlook all manner of things: dumb, comedic, sweet, saucy. It's them watching a screening at a drive-in theater from an awkward angle. It's them watching the pure romance of a couple dancing in the privacy of their apartment - blinds open wide and warm in the yellow light and Jason swooning in the most quiet of ways because they're lost in each other; it's him getting embarrassed when Dick sweeps Jason into a slow dance of their own to match (only there's no music, just the wind rushing through the air, whistling in their ears and pulling at their clothes) and Jason ducks his head because his heart is beating overtime and Dick just leans his head against Jason's and slows them to a sway and ahhhhhhhh.

This is already so chunky and I haven't even gotten into romantic trips ffffffffff. But okay here we go the romantic trip!Dickjay portion!!

(Side note: I vaguely remember plotting a whole WtMBU/N&R verse short on Dick planning a trip to the EU for Jason's bday and them being on that flight together and ahhhhhhh airport!fluff is so sweet but focus focus focus).

❣╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯❣ Dickjay Trips ❣╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯❣

Immediate digression because ahahahaha probably on family vacations these two do the most to be so over-the-top embarrassing. Just anything to shame poor Tim and Damian (and Bruce). Flashy outfits, socks and slides, coordinating; millennial bops and vibes amplified. Joking about the mile-high club (out of ear shot of Bruce because Jason would die. Again). Just being absolute menaces, as big brothers do lol.

Okay digression done. On their own, these two are a lot more chill and endlessly more covert hahaha. Regardless of where they go, they would enjoy each other's company though. Neither of them really care to stay still, so they have a good time with a strong mix of more physically demanding activities mixed with more educational (historic, cultural, etc) experiences.

(Basically: hiking to see nature's wonders or a stunning view of the city!! Museum viewings where Jason is enthralled and Dick appreciates it all, sure, but his attention is stolen entirely by Jason tbh. If wherever they are is known for some craft, taking a class together and making xyz and ahhhhahahaha both turn out crappy so they agree that's Bruce's souvenir.)

Just these two doing all sorts of new things together. And being able to (generally, depending) express themselves as boyfriends which isn't always an option back home. Because no one knows them this far away. It's just them and who they want to be. It's not that the affection comes easier, but there's no deadline to it; nothing to pull them away, or take their time. It's just Dick and Jason and ahhhhhh.

Though lbr these two would work remotely to an extent undoubtedly and they'd gripe at each other about it, only some time later they'd be called a hypocrite for doing the same damn thing lol.

(Photos!! The both of them take great candids of each other but anything that goes to the family is downright moronic lol).

Another semi-digression. But Dick actually knowing a lot of languages (conversationally) from his time with his circus trope. And Jason getting a little blushy about it because hot damn. He's not used to his competency kink showing up in this sort of fashion - how far is their hotel from here hello???

What they'd enjoy most is wandering off the beaten path together though. Be that the countryside, tall brush golden and up to their thighs, tickling their fingertips or even just within the city - empty streets, tripping over cobblestone and swinging around lampposts into one another's space.

Extra: Dick and Jason souvenir shopping towards the end of their stay. Them buying thoughtful and beautiful things for Alfred and Cass and Duke, but Tim and Damian? Ahahahaha, they make it a game of who can find the tackiest thing, or what would make their two brothers cringe the most.

[chromaji]

Can I see some of your unit set ups so I may judge them

I try to shuffle around members of teams every once in a while so I can be shocked when one team ends up operating like hot booty butt ass on in next battle so I have to change them around again experiment with different setups and skill combinations, keeping things pretty interesting. Basically right now my teams aren't at all my optimal ones.

But maybe now's a good time to talk about my Arena Defense team since they remain set. I like them :]

An Arrow Rain focused team, with Mikaela (Druid) running the White Cat Ears to insta-charge Delia (Shieldshooter)'s Arrow Rain. Delia has high initiative with 2 feathers so she can start charging before people start dying. Ginny (Sergeant) uses Keen Call on Delia for AoE crit of course.

For Phase 1, basically anything before Arrow Rain:

Franz (Swordmaster) & Sága (Fencer) can usually keep the team alive through various ways til then. Franz's preemptive strike may land a kill on an enemy's squishier frontliner, or he may use Phantom Blade on an Amored unit to chunk a lot of their health. Sága may activate Sylph Barrier for someone, or she and Franz may just outright dodge/parry attacks that come their way.

Then comes the Arrow Rain + Cat Ears + Keen Edge + L + Ratio, whenever it happens.

That's Phase 1, which ends a lot of fights. But not every opponent's gonna fall to an Arrow Rain. Mainly any bulky or armored units.

If Phase 2 is needed, it's usually led by Sága. Unfortunately, 6 times out of 10, Franz usually gets mixed during any post-Arrow Rain combat. I've considered putting Franz in the back row, but I worry for Delia potentially dying before Arrow Rain goes off. So sometimes we just gotta let him fall😔

Anyway, since the units alive tend to have at least 1 physically tanky unit, Sága shines with her lightning+stuns! I dont remember if she even has Nature's Wrath set up. Probably.

Thanks to Ginny's Active Gift, Sága also gets an extra point of AP. Ginny's pretty versatile as expected, so she can take out an enemy or two as well. She's even got the Flame Javelin iirc.

Delia can help against armors or magic tanks with Toxic Bolt, and help Sága get the next move with tailwind. Mikaela pulls a defense debuff so the team can really bring down whoever's left.

Since Phase 1 is pretty formulaic, here's how a Phase 2 can go:

And Delia ending the fight with Medical Aid can help the team just a bit in reaching a higher HP% than the enemy if the battle ended pretty evenly.

[gaiaseyes451]

New WIP Tag Game!

thank you @malachitegrey !

Give me three lines/paragraphs that you've written that you love [fiction, non-fiction, from different works or the same, from completed stories or poems or WIPs, from yesterday or ten years ago]. If that seems hard, even one will do. It doesn't have to be perfect. It can just be something silly that gives you joy.

And give me three lines/paragraphs that you've written that you dislike and find shitty. Anything at all as long as you wrote it. If you think it's ridiculous or absolute fucking garbage, even better! That's the point of this game. To see that we all write good things and bad things. Yeah? You can do this. And remember that both these categories are subjective.

Ok, let's start with the ones I don't love. These aren't polished, they haven't come out right yet (2 WIPs and bloody hard to pick without giving major spoilers):

When the alarm buzzed at 10 a.m. on 25-May Ezra was already awake; thankfully Anthony had awoken naturally a bit before the alarm. That boded well for the day, it was always easier when Anthony woke of his own volition and today would be challenging enough. The hope was to keep their routine at home as consistent today as possible until they had to get ready for Adam’s wedding. It was one of the reasons Evelyn had suggested setting the ceremony for 3 p.m., an unhurried morning for Anthony to give him the best possible opportunity to be able to attend and enjoy the wedding. They would miss getting ready at the hotel with Adam and the rest of the wedding party, they would miss the photographs before the ceremony and getting to spend the last few hours with their son before he embarked on married life, they would miss the last chance to give fatherly advice.

“Get out of there! I don’t need you mixing things up. If you can’t keep track of your own things I’d thank you stay out of my personal effects!” He shoos Anthony away from his desk as his phone in his trousers rings. He checks the name on the screen - Tracy - probably looking for Anthony.

Heaven largely didn’t concern itself with Hell’s organogram, but Aziraphale knew even Hell followed the idea that the punishment must fit the crime. A demon found to intentionally have aided and abetted in Good would be severely reprimanded. Crowley’s role in saving Elspeth’s life must have had dire consequences. What did they do to you? He wanted to demand an answer, to know what his role had been in this change in his companion’s countenance. But he remembered the withering glare, the venom in Crowley’s voice earlier in the evening. Careful. Don’t push, don’t demand. Careful.

The ones I do love (3 different WIPs):

It was the sorrow that overwhelmed Aziraphale, that drew the air from his lungs and forced his eyes open. He had felt others’ sorrow many times before, he knew the way it spread like oil over water, leaving a film on everything it touched. The surge and swell before it receded again to the edges of consciousness, not always demanding attention but omnipresent nonetheless. That was not this sorrow. This wasn’t an insidious oil slowly coating every surface. It was an inferno consuming every molecule of oxygen, stoked by every breath taken in vain attempts to smother it. It was keen and blinding and new and it needed to be contained before it reduced everything else to smoke and ash.

“’Magine my surprise, seeing a streak of black and red flash past my office door. No ‘hi Tracy’, no stopping by to complain like you usually would on a Friday, not even frustrated mutterings!” She affects an air of obviously feigned concern. “I’da been worried ‘bout ya if I weren’t so stunned by the peaches ‘n’ cream flash that wasn’t two steps behind ya.”

[This is technically in verse, formatting be damned] He is my after life and my liturgy. I seek not Heaven nor Hell. Valhalla nor the Elysian Fields. I worship him alone and he sanctifies me. He exalts in me as I debauch him. I am his salvation and he my damnation. Together we are Balance. Look away, heavenly hosts, for you cast him aside as wicked. Look away, legions of Hell, you sought to destroy him as righteous. You shall never know a love such as ours.

@hakunahistata, @kotias, @paperclipninja, @the-literal-kj and anyone else who wants to, come play!

[pillowxtalk]

Xuan snorted and pecked his lips once more. "You say it as if you're actually upset by the prospect of sleeping in my arms tonight." He picks Jihyun up, sitting back on the chair with him in his lap. "I can take you to the bathroom to clean you up in the shower, or if you'd like, I can prepare you a steaming hot romantic bath. And if you please, I could even join you for either the shower or the bath." He nibbles playfully onto the younger's ear. "As for that shirt... I could borrow you one of mine. It might be a bit larger than what you usually wear, since you aren't as muscular as me, but you could make it work, plus I bet you'd like wearing something that smells like me or my perfume.~" Xuan grinned and looked at him with knowing eyes. "Ah, I am glad to hear you've enjoyed this as much as I did! It fills me with joy and satisfaction." The raven haired then sighed in pleasure at the bite on his upper lip. "If you ask me, I am rather pleased of my little 'masterpiece'!~ You are a stunning canvas!~"

Jihyun returned the peck to his lips after pouting briefly after hearing Xuan snort at his words. But before he could say anything a small sigh mixed with a moan came over his lips as he made him sit on his lap after the other male moved over onto the chair. His body was still sensitive from their love making just a few moments earlier and there was no way he could hide it. "Okay, I would actually love sleeping in your arms but after everything that happened between us I'm not sure how much we will actually sleep." The idol said in a playful tone before sighing in a teasing manner as his ear was nibbled. "I think I would prefer the steaming hot romantic bath and I expect you to join me because you have to clean me after all. Maybe we can have that shower tomorrow then." Jihyun replied after thinking about the options the other gave him. As he saw Xuan grin at him he could feel some warmth in his cheeks but he kept the eye contact. "Letting me borrow once of your shirts is the least you can do and I will keep it for a while. There is no need for me to smell it if I have you with me or is there?" The young male's lips curled up into a mischievous grin as he heard the older sigh and he bit his upper lip a second time. "You want to take a picture before it's all gone?"

[sparkbeast20]

RED MEANS BLOOD! (First, Second, and Third Brother)

This the third installment of Master and Sins series: Pt1 and Pt2

Summary: While calming him down, you felt like passing out and almost collapse when he caught you in his arms. Right at that moment he knew that you need all your pact to like his. He glance over to his brothers when suddenly four new being enter the building.

Warning: Swearing, Blood, Violence, Gore, Lost limbs, Mention of past *S1-S2*, OOC with a reason, and Aquaphobia (In Levi’s part)

You get to your feet and stumble over to your boyfriend, you try to ignore your vision getting dark, the pain in your chest and the urge to cough just to get to your demon.

But you didn’t make it halfway when you started to cough violently. You bend over with one hand over your mouth while the other is placed over your chest. Before you know it, you start coughing blood and it seeps through your fingers.

You're dying, and there’s nothing you can’t do about it

You fainted, dropped your knees and about to fall forward when a pair of arms caught you before you fell. Then hold you close to their chest.

Your demon lays you down on the ground slowly and examines your body, and lifts your shirt and sees that his pact mark is glowing bright while the others that were visible in your torso aren't; in fact he notices that they seem to be fader.

You need all pact marks to be like his to keep you alive, or else you’ll die. And he’s not going to let that happen.

He glances over to his brothers, the ones who are on their feet, then the ones who are on the ground either pass out or in too much pain to move.

He slowly stood up, he extended his claws/talons before he slowly walked over to his nearest brothers. When suddenly the doors and the remaining windows intact burst open their pieces start flying all over the room.

He quickly uses a shielding spell on you to protect you from the flying debris and broken glass. He senses several strong presence walking into the room, but he wasn’t scared if in fact he was grinning in sick glee. He was waiting for these four beings to come.

Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon and Solomon walk in and are stunned to see the carnage right in front of them.

Lucifer, Sin of Pride

Diavolo set his sight at his right hand man standing near your unconscious form, with a more demonic form.

“Lucifer… This is quite enough, You and y/n are in an unstable state right now. y/n soul is dying from the summoning. Solomon may have-”

“All they need is to awaken my brothers pact with them” Diavolo was startled by how unnatural and unnerving Lucifer’s voice has become. As he slowly turns to face the four beings.His black-red eyes stare down Diavolo with such mixed emotion, both anger, sadness, and hatred? Clearly the Lucifer he knows and trusted is the being standing before him.

He really doesn’t want to do this.But Diavolo had no choice but to use Lucifer's pledge of loyalty to stop him from further harming anyone else.

Both he and Barbatos felt the demonic energy coming off from him. He didn't see the worried look on his butler’s face to know how this felt like his facing a being as strong as his father. He walked over in front of the three other beings, “Lucifer as your prince! I order you to stand down. Kneel!” Diavolo commanded with such seriousness in the sound of his voice.

Lucifer, hesitant for a moment, thinks he needs to listen. But he doesn’t feel anything. He doesn’t feel the urge to follow. He reaches his left hand up and slowly turns left to right. Which shocked both Diavolo and Barbatos, with the latter shifted into his demon form. Once Lucifer has comformd something. He begins to laugh maniacally so out of his usual laugh to which sends shivers down Asmo’s spine the only brother who isn’t down.Never did he hear Lucifer laugh like that.

“I never imagined this day would come!” He pulls his hand down enough for the four to see the sick twisted fang smirk he has with his eyes has a craze look to them. “My Pledge to you is broken” Diavolo’s eyes widen to hear that, as Barbatos quickly rushes to his master’s side.

Lucifer has finally his freedom back- No he has gained freedom, not bound by his father or Diavolo. Never did he realize that he was restrained to the limitation of both of them. He is now a demon with no restraint. But He can’t enjoy that moment, he needs to get you and his brothers to somewhere safe, he can’t do that with the four in the way. He has to deal with them first.

While Solomon and Simeon ready themselves knowing that Lucifer at that state isn’t going to hold back.

Before Solomon and Simeon can manage to set their spells, Lucifer charges as Barbatos quickly steps in front of Diavolo and takes Lucifer’s full force. Both he and the avatar of pride grab each other's hands, as they clash foreheads. Barbatos stared into Lucifer’s demonic eyes with only sick enjoyment, was he waiting for his chance to fight him and Diavolo?

Or is it just his demonic nature taking over and only perpetuating his deepest darkest desires that have long been dormant within Lucifer.

But Barbatos was taken by surprise when Lucifer took him up, pushed him into the ceiling and into the second floor of the building. Barbatos let go of Lucifer and landed on his feet. And quickly cast his signature chain spell the same one he used on Belphie. And it immediately latches on, shackles Lucifer’s arms and top wings. Then quickly pull him down on the ground in front

Barbatos was about to use a sleep spell, when Lucifer moved quickly, pulled one of his arms enough to break the chain off the ground and he quickly used it to whip forward to Barbatos wrapping it the demon butler’s neck and pulling Barbatos forward to him. He managed to free his other arm and grab Barbatos by the face and slamming him on the ground.

He let go and stepped on Barbatos’ chest and grabbed his right arm. And in a split second ripped off the arm from the socket. Barbatos scream in pain as blood seeps out of the wound.

Lucifer tosses the arm into the hole he made before leaning down and gives Barbatos a good blow to the head knocking him out.

Once he is sure that Barbatos is out cold. Lucifer leaps into the hole and lands next to Barbatos’ severed arm. And Looks at Diavolo with a twisted smile on his face.

Then Solomon starts blasting spell after spell, which Lucifer dodge and make his way to the sorcerer. But Simeon flew in and tackled Lucifer from the side wrapping his arms around Lucifer’s torso but he quickly maneuvered his arm to elbow Simeon’s back which made him let go. Once he felt Simeon's arm was off of him he grabbed the angel’s wing, and whipped him around then tossed him into Solomon crushing into him, because Solomon arm was streched out, when Simeon crushes into him, the angel’s weight broke his arm.

The two were thrown back far and crashed into the wall knocking Simeon, with Solomon groaning in agony as his broken arm was under him.

Once he sees the two are dealt with Lucifer turns his attention to Diavolo, who is already in his demon form with a serious look on his face Barbatos’ blood splatter on Lucifer face.

“It just you and me old friend”

“We don’t have to fight, Lucifer. Remember This isn’t you”

“So want if this my true self, and my loyalty to you was keeping it cage!” The way Lucifer said it, with both calmness and anger in each word. Diavolo can’t tell if Lucifer is lying or not.

“Was-was that pledge the only thing about our friendship?” The hurt in Diavolo’s voice as he said it.

“No, what my loyalty was, our friendship developed from it… However!” Lucifer’s face turns into anger, with his wings spread open, he bares his talons and a demonic aura starts coming off from him. As his voice sounded like two demonic beings are talking, his voice and someone familiar. “YOU ABUSE YOUR RULING, TO ME! I CAN FORGIVE SOME OF THEM. BUT PUTTING MY MASTER’S LIFE ENDANGER BY PUTTING THEM IN THE PAST AND GETTING THEMSELVES KILL BY MY OWN BROTHER, BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO PROVE TO YOU! THEIR HUMAN! IF LILITH DIDN’T SAVE THEM. AND THE RING INCIDENT IF YOU HAVEN’T KEPT IT FROM ME I WOULD HAVE HELP YOU. BUT NO! YOU TRUST SOLOMON TO HELP YOU BUT NOT ME! WHAT CROSS THE LINE, WHEN SOLOMON TOLD THEM TO KILL ME!”

Diavolo didn’t have a second to react, when Lucifer made a dash towards him, digging his talons into his chest pushing him into a wall making a crater. Diavolo screams each time Lucifer slams him into the wall, slowly breaking it and digging his talons further into Diavolo’s flesh with one slam made blood splatter.

Then, quickly grab Lucifer by the shoulder and try to push him away, but Lucifer quickly pulls one hand away then claws Diavolo’s face taking one of his eyes out.

The demon prince screams in pain, giving Lucifer the chance to grab one of his wings and rip it off.

In extreme pain, vision getting dark, and losing blood fast. It all happened so fast, Lucifer flew the two of them up using Diavolo’s body to break through all ten floors of the building before making their way into the sky. Lucifer spins Diavolo a couple of times then tosses him in the air. Then cast darkness to the prince, it shallow him into a black orb. Then with a snap of Lucifer’s fingers. It burst, spitting out a bloody beaten Diavolo. He fell onto the rooftop. Unconscious with his eyes open.

Once he was sure that Diavolo was out for the count, Lucifer drove back to the hole and landed on the first floor.

There he sees Asmo trying to help Solomon, by getting unconscious Simeon off of him.

“Asmodeus, helping won’t help you” Asmo quickly whipped his head towards his brother, body trembling in fear.

“Please Lucifer…”

“Don’t worry my brother. Soon you’ll understand why I am doing this”

Mammon, Sin of Greed

“Oi! You’ll all better leave, before I tear you all limb from limb” Mammon smirks while staring down Diavolo, with Simeon and Solomon surprised to see Mammon manage to take all his brothers, with Belphie the only one conscious kneel beside unconscious Beel.

Barbatos' eyes widened, he couldn't see what he was seeing. The demonic aura coming off of Mammon. Just hovering in the middle, is close to his and Diavolo. He can’t fathom what power he has if he chooses to unleash it.

Barbatos knew that he needed to put a stop to Mammon, before he lost control.

But blood splatter on Barbatos’ face snapped him out of his train of thought, he looked over to where it came from only to see. Mammon made his way to their group and struck Diavolo. Clawing him in the chest. Everything went slowly for Barbatos as his eyes widened to see his master screaming in pain, Mammon smiling in glee, and blood flying from the attack.

How could he let this happen? When everything moved normal, Barbatos quickly shifted to his demon form and immediately moved towards Mammon and Diavolo. With the form, move like lightning and strikes Diavolo one or two times as blood starts to cover Mammon’s face and Diavolo’s chest gets ripped apart.

Mammon seems to have his speed heighten, he just glances over to see barbatos moving towards him. And he quickly flew back far from the butler's reach.

Mammon is up in the air, watches Barbatos tend to Diavolo, he smirks at his work. Diavolo’s chest is littered with deep claw marks and can almost see that most of the skin of Diavolo’s chest is gone, and all he can see is red from the slashes.

Then he moves his sight to Barbatos and something in his mind tells him to take him out. He can’t describe this feeling, the feeling of if he kills Barbatos then he'll finally be seen as someone to be feared. Just the thought awakens something within Mammon, something angry…

All the centuries of not being taken seriously all just finally came from the surface, the desire of making all who saw him as nothing more than a scumbag. But if he kills Barbatos, the demon that is the most powerful among all the demons, who is feared, and respected. Then. He’ll show. Show them all who should be the greatest.

Barbatos hovers his hands over Diavolo’s chest, as blood seeps out of the slashes, as Diavolo is breathing heavily on the verge of passing out from blood loss. Barbatos can’t believe that this all happened in under a minute.

“Young master! Stay with- G’AH!!” All the sudden someone pulled Barbatos away by his tail, flying him around and slamming him into the walls head first over and over. At one point he felt and heard his skull crack in the ten slam, knocking him out.

Mammon was about to slam Barbatos one more time, when Solomon quickly acted quickly and threw an attack spell to Mammon, but the demon sensed it. And easily dodge it, he turns his head and growls to see him and Simeon coming after him. He quickly tosses an unconscious Barbatos towards Diavolo, who was laying on the floor pass out for blood loss.

Simeon pulled out his wings and flew up and started chasing Mammon as he started casting spells at him, but Mammon wasn't going to let a backstabber get the better of him. He whistles for his crows to start attacking Simeon, swooping down, start pecking and clawing into the angel. Simeon tries to fight them hovering in one place, giving Mammon the chance to turn around and fly towards Simeon at full speed, using his talons. He slices Simeon’s wing and hand clean off, killing some of his birds in the charge.

The angel screams in pain as he quickly descends down, Mammon grins in sickly joy to see the brothers who didn’t fall with them are falling right in front of him.

All that Solomon can do is watch as Simeon crashes in the ground, followed by his severed hand and wing which falls on the angel’s back.

“What did I just witness! It-It all happens so fast. I can barely keep up”

That all Solomon can think, he can’t even believe that this all happened in two minutes. He just manages to cast a spell to only see Simeon on the floor screaming in pain. Both Diavolo and Barbatos pass out.

The demon brothers are either awake or pass out as well with Belphie being the only one standing, but his tending to his twin. And you are slowly dying under protection.

Solomon is stunned in fear and confusion, then something sharp wraps around his neck. He darts to see Mammon’s demonic eyes staring into his. “Ya know… I've been waiting to kill ya ever since you ask them to kill Lucifer. Yer lucky that Simeon saved your ass with Lucifer’s ring! Otherwise I kill ya right then and there” Mammon slowly tighten his grip digging his talons into Solomon’s neck “You can’t truly die, But I can torture ya all I.WANT” The last part was with to voices one is Mammon and the other Solomon quiet not remember who it belongs to. But he had heard it before.

Mammon just starts dragging Solomon by the knees and towards Belphie, who is preoccupied with Beel and Satan. As they are heading over to the three demons Mammon spoke “That’s going to be after you help me finish something”

Leviathan, Sin of Envy

Leviathan stood up straight and stared down the four beings who just entered the building, he knew that he was going to fight Diavolo, Barbatos, and Solomon. But he set his sights on the angel standing beside them.

Then a memory resurfaces in Leviathan, the image of Michael pushing on the edge of the cliff, with Raphael looking at him with anger, and Simeon just looking away can’t even look him in the eye, as he falls…

That moment will haunt Leviathan for the rest of his life. The fact that Simeon thinks that he could just waltz back into their lives. And not apologies for what happened back during after the war.

Leviathan had to watch Lucifer and Mammon fall, his own brother. The faces of betrayal on their faces as Leviathan watches Lucifer and Mammon get pushed by Michael and Raphael.

And Simeon just stood there, letting this all happen. No, Leviathan will not ignore these feelings anymore. Simeon will pay but first he has to deal with the three other beings with the angel.

So Leviathan quickly cast an environment spell, which made where he was standing and the four into a water cage, with no one getting in from the outside. Or anyone else to leave, except for him.

Barbatos didn’t waste any time and shifted into his demon form. “Even if you and Lord Diavolo shift, It won’t do you any good.” Leviathan spoke sternly as he conjured a whirlpool around him “I have no biff you three, only Simeon” Leviathan narrowed his eyes and flicked his fork tongue aggressively. Simeon eyes widen, as he feels the rage coming off of Leviathan. As he takes a step back, the other three make their move and charge towards Leviathan, with Diavolo shift into his demon while charging.

Leviathan gritted his teeth and clicked his tongue in annoyance, he snapped his fingers to make a whirlpool around the three beings, but Solomon used a cancel spell to break it. Immediately Leviathan jumped and landed in the middle of the three he licked his claws and proceeded to claw both Barbatos and Diavolo on their necks, and Solomon managed to cast a spell to get out of the now weakening whirlpool.

Diavolo was about to fly out of the ring of water, when suddenly he felt numb throughout his body and moved, he immediately fell on his side. Barbatos saw and was about to help when he too felt the numbness then he figured that Leviathan uses his paralyzing venom in his saliva. He can move; he just drops to his knees as he and Diavolo groan in agony.as the whirlpool starts spinning stronger again.

Solomon was shocked to see that the spell didn’t completely cancel the spell that Leviathan cast. He was about to do the spell again, when he was being strangled by Leviathan’s tail and hoisted up.

Leviathan turned Solomon to face him, he flicked his tongue at the human, and tasted that his soul was tinted. “I see that Mammon was right for once, you can’t be human… well not anymore” Solomon took that as an insult and used what strength to raise his left hand and cast a lightning spell directly into Leviathan’s face, shocking him, making him scream in pain.

However Solomon doesn’t know why but he feels like life is being drained, he spell didn’t last lost and dies, Solomon gasps and eyes widen to see Leviathan anger. “Good thing humans aren’t lizards” he mutters and quickly leans in and bites hard into Solomon's arm and blood starts to come out, just like that Leviathan pulled back and ripped Solomon’s arm right from the elbow joint. Solomon’s blood covered both he and Leviathan.

Once done, Leviathan whips his tail and tosses Solomon to the whirlpool as both Diavolo and Barbatos are sinking into the water.

Then he turns his attention to Simeon, who blasts him with a light spell. Blinded him temporally “Leviathan I won’t let you get away to what you have done”

“Says the backstabber!” Leviathan’s voice got deeper, and sounded like voices clashing between him and an unknown one.

Simeon was taken aback, giving Leviathan to the water beneath Simeon grabbing his legs, the angel felt it and pulled out his wings and began to fly up.

Still withdrawing from the spell, Leviathan tries to focus his vision back. Once he has his vision he sees Simeon is fighting against the hold of his water spell.

Leviathan smirks, seeing that Simeon is preoccupied and takes his chance and runs towards the jump up, he quickly extends his claws strike at Simeon, slicing one of his wings clean off.

Simeon screamed and with his wing to keep him up float, he fell into the water on his side, he felt numb all over his body, as he slowly sinks into the water. He looks up to see Leviathan crouch down next to him, with a blank emotionless face and tilt his a lizard. “Now I feel what I felt when I fell into the ocean, separated from my brothers. Only this time you won’t change into a demon and survive!” Leviathan stood up and began to walk out of the water grave he made of the four beings and set his sights on Mammon who was trying to walk Lucifer up.

It is time to leave and awaken the other pact to save your life.

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➳who cursed the bludger? ♡

in which the reader's dominant hand is injured badly after a rogue bludger slams into it and none other than fred weasley is behind it. who cursed the bludger?

fred weasley x fem!reader

word count: ± 2k

tw: serious injury, a little bit of swearing

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ft. penny clearwater

who cursed the bludger?

y/n was currently draped lazily over her broomstick, haven given up trying to teach penelope clearwater how to fly. said prefect was on the grass, smirking as y/n embarrassedly looked around.

"penny that's not ok to ask!"

"fine, fine," she pondered for a moment, "hey, what's up with you and fred weasley, huh?"

"nothing at all," y/n answered a little too quick for penny's liking.

"c'mon, y/n, you're younger than me, i should know all that happens. you two are very...flirty."

"yeah well, my dear pennysylvania, we have flirty personalities. duh."

"no, you don't."

"okay, i don't. he does."

"but he seems like he means it."

"of course he means it? he says it in a joking way? y'know, he means it as a joke."

"hmm, nope, i don't think so, y/n. he's looking your way right now."

"i'm probably blocking the space, let's move outta the way."

"you're not gonna play with them?"

"already play in matches, why now? let's chat."

fred was silently eavesdropping on their conversation as he heard his name.

"sooo you and perceeee??" y/n dragged out, grinning as she did loop-do-loops with her broomstick.

penny blushed, but looked disappointed, "he likes oliver."

"oh. well, f percy, what about marcus??"

"he's just marcus. we're best friends, y/n."

"my fav trope of romance is best friends to lovers," y/n wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and penny shook her head in amusement.

"my one is the opposites attract."

"hmm yeah, that's a good one too, it's really cute! say, aren't you and mar-"

"i was meaning you!"

"huh?"

"you and fred."

fred smirked as he listened, flicking back the bludger harshly at angelina.

"oh yes because we are totally meant for each other," y/n sarcastically replied.

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"yes."

"you're doing this on purpose!"

"hmm? what?"

"oh my goodness, merlin you're stupid bro!" penny said exasperatedly.

"and you just realised. congrats, penny."

"anyway, what i'm saying is you and fred are rather like opposites. although he's extroverted and you're extroverted, you're a cute little nerd," y/n huffed at this 'i am n o t a nerd for the last time!' "and he's a class clown in the most charming way. you like reading and he likes pranking people and quidditch. you're a goody two shoes, an adorable one, but he's this foolish jock," penny looked proud with her argument so y/n laughed, "you're modest and he's very confident. and you're both hot."

y/n smiled, "i am not hot!" she giggled, "that's stupid."

"oi, ange!" penny called to angelina who looked over at her in amusement.

"yeah?"

"is y/n hot?"

"oh, totally!" angelina casually threw the quaffle into the hoop, "10/10."

"guyyys you flatTer me," y/n stretched out as the three of them laughed, "i'm bLushIng."

"you actually are," angie quipped.

"it's a command thing. if she wants to blush, she'll blush," replied penny.

they burst into giggles again.

fred watched y/n. a rosy pink, sure enough, had spread across her cheeks. that was enough to get her blushing?

"oi, l/n!"

y/n's head snapped his way, her eyes narrowed as if expecting an insult being thrown her way.

"your lips are pretty!"

her form relaxed, "thanks! yours are too!!"

penny giggled as angie rolled around laughing.

"what?" y/n looked around.

"the way you return flirting is hilarious."

"a compliment for a compliment, isn't that what they say?"

angelina snorted, "no one says that."

"oh well i say it, so deal with it."

"hey, i have an idea!" penny brightened up.

"let's hear it!"

"let's teach y/n pick up lines, ange!"

"oh you're a genius, penny!"

"okay, so-"

a bludger came whizzing at y/n as she screamed, trying frantically to dodge it. it hit her hand and a crack was heard.

luckily she immediately hopped off calmly, taking out her wand shakily and stunning the bludger, before penny and angie helped her over to the hospital ward, fred lagging guiltily behind.

she was ordered to stay in bed rest and with drowsy eyes she drifted off.

fred watched her feeling so terrible as he saw her heavily bandaged hand, imagining how he was going to tell her that he was in fact the one that had charmed it.

the next day, she was out and about, gently cradling her hand which was broken.

"um, hey, y/n," he nervously approached her.

"oh, hello!"

"i might have jinxed the bludger to go wild," he confessed abruptly, "i'm really sorry i didn't mean to-"

"no, it's fine, really." she gave him a reassuring smile and walked off.

he noticed that she couldn't write in class. usually she was scribbling away, but she just sat awkwardly at her desk, trying frantically to get anything legible down with her non-dominant hand. the fact she was so courteous and forgiving about everything just made it worse.

by now, y/n was dying inside. she couldn't write notes, and even though she wanted to ask any willing person for a duplicate of their notes, she'd have to explain the whole broken hand thing.

"ange?"

"yep?"

"do you have history of magic notes?" y/n did puppy eyes.

"nope, you forgot i dropped out."

"oh."

"do you want mine?" fred asked, smirking as he looked y/n up and down.

"you take notes?!!!" y/n was shook.

"only for you, 'cause i felt bad."

"you didn't need to!"

"i did. you want them?"

"yes please, thank you so much, you're a lifesaver!!"

"you're acting like you're not the one the bludger hit," angie quipped and y/n frowned, completely forgetting fred was still there, browsing the notes.

"c'mon, it was just an accident. and i've always wanted to be ambidextrous."

"lovely, you were struggling. i'll take all your notes. my handwriting isn't neat but i owe you."

y/n ducked to hide the light blush she could not control at all.

immediately she got a confused look from fred.

and instantly she thought of something that might make the blush go away. he didn't mean it, it slipped out, she thought and she felt her face cooling down, a slight frown appearing on her face.

"o-okay, thanks fred."

"no problems, darling," he flirted.

"that's good, darling," she flirted graciously back, bravely tilting her head up and looking him in the eye.

he took it well.

"where did you learn how to flirt so well, my little love??"

"why, freddie," she joked flirtatiously, "from you of course!"

he coughed and excused himself.

"he should really be careful with who he's flirting mindlessly with," y/n rolled her eyes.

angelina laughed, "flirting mindlessly? do you see the way he looks at you?"

"personality," y/n stated simply.

"or not."

true to his word, notes in fred's flurry of handwriting appeared neatly stacked every day. they were far too thorough and consisted of stupid flirty notes by the side. sometimes a little note, written in class, was jammed in there probably by accident:

hello freddie!

i have a crush on you 0-o, hogsmeade at 7pm on sunday?

-jamie <3, boy who sits in front of you in arithmancy

jamie,

i already have my eye on someone :) not you, sorry, y/n cringed at the bluntness of his words

you are very nice, perhaps try trera rivera if you swing that way? or illinois ann if you swing all ways?

oh i'm so sorry, i didn't know that! i'll talk to both. was the gracious answer

-jamie

and again! the lucky boy! this time from a girl.

weasley-

i know we hate each other but give me a chance to explain myself? broom closet at 9 tomorrow ? it trailed off to something that y/n didn't even want to think about.

k.o

fuck off. i don't fucking like you, i like someone else, ffs.

was the reply as y/n laughed and made sure to give the note back to fred.

it wasn't everyday someone confessed to you, right?

she underlined all the words that simply weren't legible to ask fred about.

and aNOTHER ONE?? how did this boy have so many admirers? y/n had received 0 love letters from any boy, let alone people of the same gender. you knew you were good with the ladies (and the gentlemen) when everyone sent you these letters.

dearest frederick-

it droned quite sweetly on about him and loving him and the writing was really magnificent.

margaret perrer

hi marg

i'm really really sorry. you seem like such a nice person, and it's not you, it's me. i, however, have a friend who really adores you: kenneth. he'll be an amazing friend and maybe more.

i also already am interested in another girl, so it really isn't you. thank you for your beautiful letter, hopefully we can be friends!

fred

oh he was very nice. feeling like she had overstepped the boundaries, she put them aside, discovering more and more but putting them all in a stack. she felt slightly insecure, especially when they all looked relatively neW?? the perfume on the flowers still smelled fresh?? who was this guy?

she sighed, finishing her read through and being thoroughly impressed with the sheer quality of the notes.

but there were around 100 words she had underlined. she skipped down into the great hall where she spotted two gingers. as soon as one (she couldn't see which one) saw her, he got up, whispered to the other something, and left.

when she approached the one that was left behind, she saw it was george.

"hi georgie!" she greeted him and thrust the papers into his hand, "where's fred?"

george shrugs, "left, for a date or something."

"oh, okay, could you translate these for me, the underlined words?" if y/n was disappointed, she didn't show it.

"oh yeah, sure, his handwriting's rubbish, isn't it."

"yes it is, i can barely read half of it."

george finished scribbling words next to the underlined ones.

"oh! and give these back to him? i'm pretty sure he dropped them in, probably got mixed up." she gave him the pile of letters, now neatly bundled in rope she had found.

"oh, yeah sure," george smirked, "of course."

"nice, well that's it, thanks for the help!"

"anything else?"

"tell fred good luck."

"right, right, mhm."

"yea."

once she'd left, george took out his walkie talkie.

"got that, freddie?"

"crystal clear."

"you're pining, pffft, hahahahah," george smirked as fred sighed.

"it didn't even work?"

"which plan?"

"the one to drop the letters in."

"i'm pretty sure she read like two, she didn't seem that disappointed?"

"exactly."

"you're an idiot. just tell her."

"but that's boringggg."

"well drop the hints then, merlin fred you're terrible at this."

"i haven't dated a billion girls like you!"

"then learn how to date my goodness."

"true."

"come fucking back."

"hickies or no?"

"eh go for it. i wanna see her reaction and then we can decide whether she likes you or not."

fred strided handsomely in, neck littered with little hickies and his top had two buttons open, freckles and pale broad shoulders showing.

george rolled his eyes, muttering, "drama queen," as he subtlely watched y/n. she managed not to look so surprised, her eyes widening then looking down quickly at her hands.

he would have thought she felt nothing for his twin if a light pink had not dusted over her face and if angie had not nudged her with a concerned look on her face.

y/n was wondering what the hell happened, disappointment rising slowly in her.

"okay, she's into you," george whispered as fred began removing the spell, leaving the unbuttoned shirt unbuttoned.

"cool beans."

"oh and she gives these back," george smirked.

"oh look at how she bundled it! so adorable georgie!"

"you're disgusting."

y/n hurried to the library at 6pm. she had heard the book she had waited for was finally available.

as she settled down with it, a paper aeroplane hit her.

"ahh!" she screamed as she caught it.

it read:

forbidden forest, 8pm.

huh? was this meant for her? it was in neat handwriting and on the smoothest parchment, with a single flower that smelt like fresh rain.

[eternal-armin]

we should do this more often.

first kisses, part 4: levi

levi chuckled, shaking his head. "y/n, sometimes you deeply concern me," he muttered, taking another sip of the tea, the fragrance of pure vodka mixing with the scent of earl grey. both of you drank the strong mix without flinching. years of drinking with levi would at least lead to that.

"sometimes? how absolutely dare you," you responded, grinning right back at him. "i have never been so embarassed by something you said."

levi rolled his eyes at you, but a duet of your laughs echoed through the candlelit dining room. "you embarass me daily, it's only fair." you gasped, feigning a thick sound of offense, which only ended up making you laugh harder. though you didn't see it, levi watched you laugh, smiling slightly at the hearty sound that lasted a little longer than usual because of how tipsy you were.

you went for another sip, only to put an empty teacup to your lips. a cursed mix of a sigh and a whine escaped your lips, a funny sound to you and to levi. "can i get a refill, captain?" you asked, giving him a smile, resting your head on your hand.

something about that look on your face was absolutely adorable. levi simply gazed at you for a moment, taking in the expression, before snapping himself out of it. he poured tea to the halfway point of the cup, the rest filled with vodka out of a half-empty glass bottle. "an assistant after my own heart," he mused, voice thick with cheekiness.

"i am not an assistant!"

"oh, you aren't?" he feigned surprise, which didn't go past his voice, the rest of his expression staying stationary. "what would you prefer? hmm... executive assistant?"

"that is the same thing, ackerman."

"ah- perhaps honored secretary."

"levi!"

"fine, fine!" he followed that with a sip of the spiked tea. "lover?"

your eyes widened, teacup stopping just short of your slightly opened lips. you cleared your throat, cup clinking into the saucer. "i'm- sorry? not that funny, ackerman."

the look in his eyes was anything but joking. he raised his brows slightly. "i wasn't making a joke. would you want to be my lover? instead of my right hand?" he asked, maintaining unbroken eye contact, which somehow managed to make you flustered. "sorry. was that too forward? looks like you short-circuited." he chuckled quietly at the look on your face, taking another, longer, sip.

you opened your mouth to speak, though it took a moment. "of course i would short-circuit..! you would too, if the person you liked just... randomly asked you to be their significant other." your words, as serious as they were, were slightly amusing when combined with the whininess generated by the great amount of alcohol.

for just a moment, a cocktail of relief and surprise flashed in his eyes. "well, if you like me back..." once again, he took another sip, trailing off. you weren't sure what to think of the nonchalant yet completely damning action.

levi stood up from his chair, the cup returning to its saucer. he took a step toward you, placing his finger under your chin to make you look at him. your cheeks flushed deeper, and you hoped to hell that he didn't notice.

after a moment, in one swift and calculated motion, he kissed you. it was so surprisingly gentle, you were stunned for a moment. you cupped his cheek and returned the kiss, of course, a little grin fixing on his lips. though the kiss started out sweet and gentle, it didn't take long before the captain transformed it into something more intense, his other hand ghosting on top of your neck. the slight touch made you shudder.

levi pulled away, both of you just ever so slightly breathless. "h-holy damn, levi, you're a good kisser."

"just good? i think we need to kiss again, you were clearly too tipsy to feel everything."

[thegildedbee]

older Sherlock wips for the wip-shy: five fics friday

As a general rule, I've found I'm not constitutionally well-equipped to survive wips (especially johnlock, my jam), so I'm usually hesitant to jump on board (unless an author indicates the fic is realio trulio finished or it's an author I'm hopelessly addicted to). Nonetheless, some have claimed my heart ❤️ even if it's unlikely they'll ever be not-wips. My fanfic soul would be poorer for not having spent time with these 5 Sherlocks and 5 Johns, and the amazing authors who brought them to life.

So, below are five of the wips that I adore and re-read, and that I'm reccing here because even if you are wip-averse, there is so much incredible wonderfulness you might not want to miss out on!!! (Note: Fics aren't finished for many reasons, and I don't think any author needs to feel they owe an explanation to anyone -- the fact that they shared their creativity in whatever form is, I think, amazing. I don't like the term "abandoned," which is a common description -- not everything can, or should, be finished, and that's that.) (Descending word count; all had starts of at least 5 years ago). ........................................................ Till We Have Cases [386,447 words / E] by @fiorinda-chancellor

This fic is a joyous romp which inserts Sherlock and John into the age of Greek mythology, with Sherlock as "an enigmatic new God with a gift for deduction" who encounters a mortal warrior-prince with healing powers, Prince Iaon. Co-habitation transpires and Iaon joins the Consulting God in crime-solving and everything is a delight -- Sherlock's connections with the other gods, Sherlock and Iaon's developing relationship, the clever weaving in of the ancient crimes of myth and lore, the creation of additional characters who are fascinating, and all kinds of charming flourishes and sly references and general inventiveness. The story deepens in powerful ways as it proceeds, even while kicking up its heels and retaining its high-spirits. Anything that has almost 400,000 words of stunning storytelling is a mythic enterprise itself that deserves tribute from the muses nine, and the entire pantheon of the gods.

The fic began in 2012 and the last chapter (36/50) was added in July 2020.

There is also a very cute off-shoot chapter, which you might try to see how much fun the story is: The Kronia Song [6,777 words / T]

......................................................... Endless Wonder Series [135,928 words / T, T, M & E] by @shamelessmash This joyride of a fic is based on the scifi series Warehouse 13 (but you don't need to know it) -- which has been described as a mix of X-Files, Raiders of the Lost Ark, & Moonlighting -- and suffusing those 3 sensibilities with Sherlock is perfection. It involves an infinitely large secret holding space for historical artifacts with supernatural powers that are death-dealing dangers. This is one of the best renditions of the enemies-to-friends-to-lovers arcs in the fandom (Mycroft forces John and Sherlock to work together as field agents) -- their initial meeting is cleverly managed and over the course of the fic the bickering is EPIC EPIC EPIC. The slow burn is snail's pace, which allows for an absorbing amount of character development, and learning the hows and whys of what SH and JW find captivating in the other is totally endearing. And the artifacts play insanely interesting roles in the plot and in the character development and are just very very very fun.

There are four parts, each with multiple chapters: Part 1 Endless Wonder; Part 2 Lost & Found; Part 3 The Big Snag; Part 4 Burn.

The fic began in 2015 and the last chapter is from March 2020.

.......................................................... The Lazarus Machine [108,347 / M] by kelouisa

A fic that overflows with fascinating details and evocative descriptive passages of the scientific underbelly of an enlightenment era London -- reanimated corpses! -- that suits Sherlock to a t and that he grabs onto with gusto. This is a fic that does full justice to a version of Sherlock that is consumed by casework which emanates from his every cell in a number of entertaining ways. The relationship between Sherlock and John follows a Regency romance structure, with John as an invalided soldier whose older brother has ruined them financially and has arranged for John to wed a wealthy family's "embarrassment of a second son," Sherlock (who has an unsavory past that refuses to let him go). The telling of their stops and starts in moving from strangers to intimates is developed with a kind of quiet gracefulness that draws you into a feeling of being co-conspirators with Sherlock and John as they put the puzzle pieces of their deveoping relationship into an pattern that suits them. (And they are just sweet cinnamon rolls :-) It's such a richly realized atmosphere of a multi-layered world from the inside out.

This fic began in 2013 and the last chapter (76/?) was added in 2014. ............................................................... The Ghost and Doctor Watson [ 48,158 words / E ] by @ishipanarmada This is one of the most romantic Johnlock fics in existence, in which John, as a widower, moves away to a small town and takes up residence in a cottage which possesses a ghost, Sherlock, who has unfinished business from his last case and in clearing up the truth of his death (the non-crime parts of the fic are based on the 1947 film, The Ghost and Mrs. Muir). Afterlifer Sherlock is intrigued by John and so doesn't chase him away as he has the other attempted occupants, and that sets them off on their course of getting to know each other and falling in love. An enigmatic Sherlock enlists John for casework, and that story is in and of itself worth the price of admission. I am particularly fond of how Sherlock applies his deductive powers to solving the mysteries of his emotions and of John's, and their growing closeness is achingly sweet and poignant. Sherlock is one damn sexy ghost, words fail me, and the racier encounters between the two are incredibly incendiary. Their pairing here is nonpareil. (I always have Concrete Blonde's Ghost of a Texas Ladies' Man running in my head when reading it :-)

This fic began in 2016 and the last chapter (17/?) is from 2018. .................................................................. Ghosts and Shadows [ 29,554 words / E ] by @ettuinarcadia

This is An Abominable Bride-inspired Victorian AU that plunges you immediately into the dangers presented to Holmes and Watson of a London in the grips of Oscar Wilde's prosecution. The initial scene with Lestrade and Holmes is absolutely masterful in setting up the starting points for the plot to come but in equal measure in conveying the peril, not just through the specifics that are related going forward, but in the economy of the prose and the taut actions of the rapidly unfolding sequelae of events. Vicariously experiencing the interactions of the characters as intertwined witn the limning of the historical context has an authenticity to it that packs a wallop. The breathstopping vintage feel of the fic owes a great deal to the way in which a club SH belonged to as Cambridge student, The Hellbenders, is integrated into the story and underscores the current roiling cultural battles. And embedded within this, the unfolding revelation of the feelings Watson (currently married to Mary Morstan) has for Sherlock and vice versa, is electric. Brilliant fic. This fic began in 2015 and the last chaper (11/?) is from 2017.

There is a trailer for Ghosts and Shadow, and also in this universe is a puckish off-shoot, La Fee Verte Ancienne [ 1,531 / E ]

[hot-fuck-no-love]

▶️ Why don't you show us how your toy collection/ harem is doing these days? Really show off your handiwork to the world. Not like they'll mind being put on display after all, what do toys, pets, and subs really have a say in when they give themselves over to you as completely as they did? ;)

OH YEAH. TOYS GOOD. THEY DO GET SAY. NONE OF THEM SAY NO USUALLY? BUT CAN. LIKE THEM ALL THOUGH. FUN TO HAVE! GUESTS STILL COME SOMETIMES. TO SEE.

It is a very simple series of photos. The first is of the basement, lined wall to wall with Jills and Roses in various states: boxes with their names and a number next to each, hanging from anal hooks or suspension bondage from the ceiling, a few oddly lumped together in latex sealed spaces, presumably with some sort of air intake provided. The room spans vast and the lights aren't all on so its hard to tell, but the highest visible number is somewhere around 89 for Jills and 40 for Roses.

Then there's the matter of the most active two of them: each is dressed in adorable lolita maid outfits and looking a bit hazy at the eyes, each with a little penumbra of technicolor at the iris. Neither look any worse for wear but are, at least, clearly wearing an aires pattern collar with a leash neatly tied into little bows. Of course, a few of their duplicates can be seen in display cases behind them, or acting as living trays or coat racks. The caption provided suggests this is just where the two like to vibe typically.

After them is the prospitian maid, Caroline. She is near fully nude, save for the maroon tarnished chastity belt and brace she's stuck in, its chains hanging as she bends forward perfectly at the hip. Her formerly perfectly white carpace has taken to sporting new details: lewd phrases like 'Cumdump' and 'Empty Head Open Legs' appear in various colors as does the ever-present slight maroon tint to her whole figure. Her eyes are still sharp at least, but she holds no fire or ill intent behind them, just awareness.

And finally, there is her head maid. The picture given is of her in a stunning maid's outfit composed of proper materials: intricate, frilled, a mix of pinks and purples atop a maroon base, with the demoness' symbols across. The skirt doesn't cover much of anything, and the belt she's wearing is obvious but so are the massive toys keeping her well stretched. The fish sports the aires brand on her left cheek and she smiles and is in the midst of waving as the picture is taken, the image of adoration and willing obedience.

[stray-kids-react]

Their girlfriend is curvy and thiqué

Masterlist

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Bang Chan

° If you wear ripped jeans, he will 100% slap the skin that shows through it. Rubbing it afterwards and then slapping it again. Unless you tell him to stop or if he notices it becoming too red.

° If you have stumpy squishy fingers (Like me), Chan will always be seen playing with your chubby cute fingers, sometimes playfully biting them.

° Loves falling asleep on your chest, he once called them his favorite pillows. Your chest is also victim to most of his hickeys, soon buying at least 10 different turtle necks after you notice the purple marks across your cleavage.

° When he is turned on or just wants to tease you, he will pinch your butt in public. Always failing to hide his sly smirk and small chuckle. You either get him back and return the favor or simply lightly slap his arm.

° Doesn't like when you feel self conscious over your curves and fluffy body features, since he loves every inch on you from head to toe. Will usually stand you in front of mirror and correct you on what you think is 'Ugly'.

"I don't care if you are size 0 or over 300 pounds, I love you for who you are inside and out. Never forget that."

Lee Know

° Will randomly squish your cheeks together until you form a cute pout, always kissing the pout even if he is in public or not. Calls them his little steam buns because they heat up from blushing and are squishy like buns.

° Falls asleep on your stomach when he is really worn out from practice, tickling your sides for your attention when he eventually wakes up.

° Rubs your belly like a cat when he's tired and wants affection, usually rubbing his face into your neck to get comfortable. You were at first a bit hesitant about it since you didn't really like your stomach, but you now beg for his belly rubs when going to sleep.

° Loves when you wear ripped jeans or a tight dress, showing him that you are confident in your looks and embrace your curves. But if anyone looks at you sensually he will block there veiw with a sharp glare.

° Never understands how you can see yourself as anything but a goddess. When you pinch your fluff and whine, he'll kiss your lips to stop you from saying something bad about yourself. Shows you how beautiful you are through kisses that lead into something more 9/10.

"You are nothing less then a goddess that any guy or girl out their would die to have in their arms. And whoever denies that is lying to themselves."

Changbin

° Before you two dated, he always wished he could squish and kiss your adorable cheeks. And now that he can, he won't stop... It has officially became his way of saying hello and goodbye to you.

° If you ever where a skirt or a dress, he will cover your legs with his jacket when you sit down or go up and down the stairs. Because those butt cheeks belong to his eyes only.

° Wakes you up by gently pinching your thighs, running down the hall screaming if he ever pinched to hard. But his screaming is also a mix of laughter because you are too cute to be scary, even if you are legit about to beat his ass.

° When showering together, he will pat a song on your butt. Always ending his "Songs" with an extra hard smack, rubbing it afterwards because he feels bad. Grips your chest in the shower, but not in a sensual way... Kind of like a stress ball to squish.

° If someone ever makes fun of your weight, they won't be able to finish their sentence because he would've knocked their teeth out by then. VERY protective over you because he knows how self conscious you can be.

"I love you so so so much, live isn't even a stong enough word to describe my feelings for you. They are just jealous that they don't have an ass like yours."

Hyunjin

° You are pretty self conscious about your weight and always tell him how heavy you are. So to prove you wrong, he will carry you everywhere until you get the point that you are beautiful and are never too heavy to carry.

° Randomly spanks you just because he can, will become a bit shy if another member catches him though. But if you are alone or if a member didn't see, a sly smirk spreads across his face.

° Praises the hell out of you when you two go shopping together, and if an item you really wanted isn't in your size he blames the store for being shitty. Feels his heart melt when you look at yourself with admiration for once in the mirror.

° Is towel ready for when you come walking of the pool, full aware that a wedgy almost always occurs when you step out of the water. Doesn't mind if you two are alone when it happens though.

° His savage side comes out harsh if someone ever insults your curves, he will not hold back one bit. Once made a guy who was a foot taller than him cry, making everyone who witnessed it realize he will protect you no matter what.

"People suck. You are a beautiful fairy that anyone should be grateful to lay their eyes on. I love you, so let's go home and cuddle."

Han

° Everyone's cameras are out when you two eat, just because both of your cheeks look so cute and puffy when you do eat. You two are nicknamed the chipmunks because of it, which you actually find cute.

° When you are alone he will literally suck your cheeks after he kisses them, always leaving you laughing at how weird it feels. Sometimes he will also breath on your cheeks if your face feels cold.

° Like Hyunjin, he will praise the hell out of you when you go shopping. He's just 10× more loud and hyper when doing it. Once brought strangers over to tell them how absolutely stunning you are, and will pretend to be papparzzi while asking for you to pose.

° Likes being the little spoon when you cuddle, so he can burrow himself into your chest and keep warm. But when he is the big spoon, he will stroke shapes into your stomach and burrow into your neck.

° An mc once talked to Jisung about you, saying how you are uglier than him. Jisung's playful manner quickly faded into serious rage, warning the host to not talk about the love of his life in such a disgusting manner. Stay & Skz backed up Jisung and forced an apology out of the MC.

"Don't listen to that idiot, he clearly doesn't know what beauty means. You are a stunning princess who deserves only love."

Felix

° Your chest means one word to him... Pillows. Whenever you cuddle, you will always see his head laying against your boobs. He never thinks of it as sensual, unless you want it to become smexy time.

° Felix will attack you in a huge koala clingy hug, trapping you in his arms before continuously drumming his hands across your butt. You would smack anyone else who did that to you, but you know he's a precious sunshine who means no harm.

° When you two are chatting alone, he will randomly just squish your cheeks with his small fists. Usually rubbing his nose against yours while giggling cutely, making you wonder how you scored such an adorable angel.

° Likes to bite you playfully, whether it be your arms or thighs you know his teeth will be attached. You weren't surprised when he first did it since he is quite playful, but it honestly melted your heart because you found it so cute.

° Deep voiced taekwondo master Felix comes out to play whenever someone insults you, your sunshine kitten will immediately switch into a deep voiced six pack aussie in a matter of seconds. You appreciate how protective he is, always repaying him with your love.

"You don't have to repay me princess, I do it because I love you. And when I love someone, I won't let anything hurt them."

Seungmin

° Soft boy is shy when it comes to PDA, So he always reminds you how beautiful you are with words. Coming up with your favorite nickname 'Pumkin', it is a common cute nickname but it's the way he says it that makes you melt.

° When you two are heading in for the night, he will sit you on his lap and wipe your face from any remaining makeup or dust/dirt. He loves how no matter how gentle his swipes are, your cheeks always cave in and squish you lips into a pout.

° Finds your plump belly absolutely adorable, constantly wrapping his arms around your stomach. Seungmin doesn't like how insecure you are about your body, so hugging you is another way for him to express how beautiful he thinks you are.

° Whenever he is on his phone or reading, you will block his veiw with a pout. He always replies by squishing your cheeks and pulling you in for a sweet but short kiss. When you feel satisfied enough with his kisses, you'll go back to whatever you were doing.

° Doesn't bother talking to idiots, instead he worries about you and makes sure you aren't listening to those stupid assholes. If someone won't stop picking on you he'll tell them off, but if they back off after a while he will just stay and confort you instead.

"They don't know what they are talking about, you are amazing and they are just crazy hateful people."

Jeongin

° Thought you were the most precious girl he has ever witnessed, and his love for you only grew over time. Even though you denied that someone so attractive like a kpop idol could like you, he proved you to be 100% wrong.

° His favorite thing on you is one of his Tshirts on you, because they fit your curves perfectly but also look loose due to the height difference. If you want cuddles immediately, simply wear oen of his shirts.

° Gets flustered whenever you wear a button up, since the gaps between the buttons are always opened slightly to reveal your bra. But he is too sweet and shy to ever point it out to you, because he doesn't want to embarrass you.

° Helps you with chafing burns, always feeling bad that you get them so easily. But you reassure him that it doesn't hurt overly bad, but that won't stop him from applying lotion to the burns on the inside your thighs.

° Isn't the type to get up in someone's face and threaten them, but will instead reply in sarcasm when someone insults you. Telling them to get a life and not to bring someone down to try and get their anger out. You are amused by your soft boyfriend's sarcasm.

"They are just trash, don't think about what they said for one second. You are stunning and the best girlfriend on earth."

[pumpumdemsugah]

ok from a dyke pls explain the whole “being rude to her friends to flirt with her” thing because i have genuinely never seen this. but i don’t hang out with straight girls too much since i look very gay and (at least near where i live) they tend to be homophobic. do men actually trash these girls’ friends right in front of them and they just say nothing? how is it done, what kind of comments, sorry but this is so confusing omg

Yes. It's more being very rude, interrupting, acting like her friends are intruding, telling the friends to leave, not making eye contact with her friends or not acting like a guest that invited himself over and the woman flirting back. Some guys will straight up start berating the way her friend looks

Generally I've found its a young adult/ teen behaviour but you'll find older men who will do this and older women who won't say anything but usually by the time women are hitting their mid 20s, they get dropped as friends if they continue being like this so the behaviour gets corrected

Not all are like this and I'd even say most aren't but a good 25% are before age 21 ( don't question my research methods lol )

The way I'd usually see it play out was through some mixed girls literally not giving a shit if a guy is being rude and colourist to her Black dark skin friend. Slim girls letting guys be rude to her fatter friends. I've seen guys push girls out the way and the friend giggle when he starts flirting. It's one thing being stunned and not knowing how to react, sometimes you see ugly behaviour and you're speechless and then there's not caring

[glitchstoxicwaste]

Can I have a matchup 🥺? I’ve never done one before. I don’t really know what to do or say lmao.

Okay okay so. My name is Lily! I’m 20 years old, I have medium length red hair right now but usually it’s pretty long, and it’s naturally curly. I straighten it a lot but it’s always in a messy mix between curly and straight anyways. My eyes are blue, if that matters 😂

Ummm so I’m from Ireland but I only spent the first decade or so of my life there and I’ve been in the USA since.

I have anxiety issues that I’m slowly overcoming, I can talk to people a lot better now, but I still get awkward really easily and I tend to ramble a lot and over share when I don’t know what to say 😂

I love horror movies! My favorite is house of wax, but I’ve recently developed an interest in TCM?? I’m an avid reader and If im not at work or writing, you can find me reading. I prefer to write, though.

I like to think I’m a pretty nice person. I try to keep out of other people’s business. I’m really clumsy. I broke a few ribs about a month or so ago and I’m still healing from that if that says anything about me.

Ummm.. yeah I really don’t know what to say on these 🥺 I hope this was adequate 😂 I’m sorry it was all over the place chaotic.

I am honored to do a matchup for you! Your Slasher content is immaculate and your involvement with Anons and Mutuals is amazing!!

I have just the guy! And no it’s not because of you liking them lmao.

The lucky guy is:

Vincent Sinclair!

Your red hair makes your eyes pop, it caught his attention right away and he became more shy around you.

Finds you absolutely stunning!

Will play with it and style it if you let him do so.

If you have any memories from living in Ireland he will be more than happy to listen to your stories, he’s a curious boy.

He understands your anxiety, but he’s too nervous to try and break through it, but he will encourage you every day to push yourself a little further.

Whenever you get anxious or awkward he will be right there to grab your hand and give it a small reassuring squeeze to let you know he’s not going anywhere.

Enjoys working in his room with you by him reading or writing, finds it to be relaxing and oddly domestic.

Whenever you are at work he tends to draw you a lot, a way to remember your every detail although you aren't with him.

Is curious about what you’re writing, but if you don’t want him to read it he will mind his own business.

He knows you are a nice person, how you tend to neglect your own health for the benefit of others, or how you stay up for hours at night to finish a story or two, he notices it all, and leaves you a glass of cold water or notes telling you how much he loves you around the room.

At times he appreciates you keeping to yourself and not being nosey, but sometimes he would like for you to sit on his lap and talk about your day as he paints or draws whatever is on your mind.

Fusses over you constantly, very worried you’ll get hurt and break a rib again.

If you do get hurt he will rush over to you, scoop you up in his arms, and hold you tight while smothering your face in kisses.

Some days he gets a little self-conscious about his face, but he then smiles to himself, remembering that if you didn’t love even his scars, you possibly wouldn’t be with him.