#while going ^____^ hehe but it is i... i am... the freak... internally

[leatherbookmark]

omg but speaking of fragrances. I'm gonna have to figure out mossy fragrances because I once heard someone proclaim a certain reed diffusor smelled like a "gross sweaty man" and to my absolute delight THEY WERE SORTA RIGHT, as in, there was this note of masculine sweat in it, but warm and pleasant? as if a guy wore nice-smelling perfume, sweated in his shirt, and hung it on the chair instead of throwing it directly into the "to be washed" basket, a bit like this. the person who was so offended by this scent theorized that maybe it's the moss note, so MAYBE? i'll have to look around.

[merakiui]

Mera Mera Mera Meraaaaahhhhh!

I am so down bad for the octo trio and am even more in love when it's stepcest, sorry your honor I'm a freak. 😔🤚

First the yan Floyd step-son! He's gonna show his mama that he's got his papa's genes too. And now that Papa is outta the picture, Floyd wants first dibs before he has to share with his silly brother. Spoiled boy wants to give only the best.

Then Ebb and Flow! When Jade said "Your not her only brother." I screamed internally and how he insinuated that he's dipped his wick when shes been sleeping! And since Azul grew up with these weirdos has he been treated to the similar teasing (but where they are kinda mean about it. 'You know we've noticed you staring Azul. We get that she's nice looking but watch those eyes. Just because we're a little freaky doesn't mean we're open to sharin' her.' [not that Floyd or Jade for that matter wants to...but just dangle the bait in front of Azul] kinda vibe.) I need to save this fic (among some other of your works) in my kindle to revisit because they have stuck themselves in my braiiiiiin!!!

AAAA yes yes!!!! I love Octavinelle stepcest. We will be freaks together, sweet anon. („ᵕᴗᵕ„)

Stepson Floyd who has always been so spoiled... making sure to give you the railing of your life now that he has you all to himself and no longer has to hold back (temporarily because Jade will want to have a go with you very soon). He's just so obsessed with you. He loves his mama to pieces!!!!

Ebb and Flow!Jade with the secret somno reveal...... oooooo he's the worst!!!! So sneaky... and if he knocked you up it'd seem like something careless Floyd would do (never Jade; certainly not! He's a good boy. <3)...... Jade setting his brother up for trouble while having plenty of fun with you when you're asleep. You're none the wiser, but your body seems to know something because you've felt so warm around Jade lately...

Oh, they are so unfiltered around Azul. The twins openly discuss how pretty you are in very non-platonic ways and Azul has to listen to these weirdos carry on about whether or not they think you'd spit or swallow their cum, what positions would be best to really have you screaming, if you'd let them mark you up. T_T they're both so shameless. Poor Azul... he just wants one cute café date with you, but he knows that will come at the cost of his sanity. It's an impossible battle... maybe the twins are willing to let him experience just a crumb of you, but if he gets too close they'll happily intervene and remind him he's just the childhood friend. Nothing more.

Maybe you and Azul sneak off to kiss and hold hands in private,,, secret relationship.......... which isn't so secret because the twins probably sniff the two of you out very quickly. ^^;;; still, it's fun to imagine. orz perhaps you have most of your "dates" at Azul's house without the twins. Sleeping over at his house and the two of you have to be quiet so you don't wake the house when you get nasty under the covers hehe.

[gojoest]

I have so many thoughts about creep! bf gojo. Mainly bc he probably didn't get a lot of normal interactions as a kid, either he was being praised for being 'the chosen one' or left completely to his own devices. and so his sense of decency and normalcy are skewed so far off. He does what he wants and can't see the reason why that would be seen negatively, he loves you and he's clingy n e way, creep! bf gojo steals your underwear 100% -🦅

oh god….you really know your way to get to me, don’t you………..bc yes. yes, you are so correct . oh my god. i’ve talked about this before here and there but yes. i think satoru was very neglected growing up despite being born as a boy with a spark incomparable to any other, a special boy. the first descendant in the gojo clan in 400 years to inherit both limitless & six eyes.

and i think, even when he was little, a lot of people feared him bc of that. and naturally, the care and affection people usually show to a child provoked by the internal need to protect such a small being, that very sense to love and shield what needs to be loved and shielded, dulled before the eyes of fear. this, and the envy of prying eyes and all who wanted him gone before he fully blossomed into something bigger, sow the seeds of loneliness in him. he was an outcast, and not because he was looked down on but because he was looked up on, too much at that.

i don’t think he was ever truly loved, even by his parents actually. maybe they loved him to some extent. but not because he was their blood and a beloved symbol of their love. what made their chest swell was rather pride than love. and they were not proud of him, they were proud of themselves for bringing such a special boy to existence.

i don’t believe he was ever genuinely looked after and cared for. what people around him looked after was the shell of a boy that carried the innate techniques derived from the gojo clan. nobody knew what his favorite color was, what his favorite food was, what he loved doing outside of training sessions. i don’t think he knew himself tbf bc it’s hard to shape your own understanding of the world and what’s precious while growing up when you’ve never witnessed it with your own eyes, when no one has ever shown it to you what it means to love and favor something. bc children take inspiration from those around them. and i don’t think he had anyone around him to look up to and be inspired from.

i remember reading a post connecting the lack of presence in the sense of support and source of inspiration in satoru’s life to how it affected the way he carries himself later in life in the sense of, let’s say, fashion. i don’t remember the url of the op i am so sorry but god damn, they were so right. bc if you look closely you will notice that most characters in jjk have their own style, a specific physical trait unique only to them, whether a hairstyle or a fashion sense or whatever. but saotur? except for the blindfold, he’s got nothing. right? and the blindfold he wears is not for the sake of being eccentric or unique, it’s not for the sake of creating a trademark on his end. it once again comes down to his technique. 

so yea for someone like satoru, who’s never had a normal human connection in his life before, love is very likely to border with obsession. and like, i don’t think he is completely unaware of the feeling “love” but it’s one thing to know of it through books, movies or whatsoever and another to live and actually experience it firsthand. so when he loves, it’s raw, it’s inexperienced, it’s limitless (hehe see what i did there). there is no moral compass, there is no stop sign for him—he’s going to be weird. he’s going to cross certain boundaries. he’s going to disregard your personal space. but it’s not because he’s an actual sick freak just for the sake of it, it’s because he loves you with all the pent up loneliness in him and now that he’s tasted love and knows how good it feels, he doesn’t want to lose it.

p.s.: yes, he’s a pathological panty stealer

[prentissluvr]

OKAY. it’s morning. it’s time to dissect. clear mind (4 hours of sleep. it’s okay.)

TO START. i love all of your fics ESP those that really have an overarching story, but these smaller ones you do really have my heart because they’re so comforting to read. like yeah!! nothing bad is ever going to happen!! wdym?? i’m just sitting in a stolen car with sam winchester rn, nothing bad ever happens!!

i also love LOVED the casual type of description style you went with with this chapter. your writings are always a meal, and i love angst and stuff you’re gonna get me crying with, but the occasional strictly fluff, mutual pining work is so nice to read. like you’ve got me BLUSHING at work reading this a second time to write this.

“”thanks,” you mumble, trying to sound as casual as possible as you feel his strong thighs under your own.” CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS. RQ. LIKE. you got me SMILING HARDCORE AT MY PHONE. PUPILS ARE DILATED RN!!! hello. i’m freaking out??? this sentence is so incredibly simple but it speaks so much truth bc YES!! that’s what you do when you pine! like please. make marí’s sam winchester real and in love with me.

THIS TOO: “you’re not helping yourself. or maybe you are. you can’t really tell, because it’s sort of hard to breathe with his muscled forearm pressed up against your stomach.” this drove me insane, and not just bc it’s so INCREDIBLY SEXY AND HOT TO READ, but because of the internal monologue. i love first person because i feel like you connect with the internal monologue with the character, but i prefer second & third. now, having an internal monologue in second and third person, really just sets that precedent that’s gonna ruin every other writing for me. i love feeling this connection with the reader’s character by feeling their (very realistic) thoughts and feelings.

AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE FINAL PARAGRAPH. i always struggle with not making endings cheesy or too short, and you have the perfect balance. every single work of yours (in my opinion) ends with a perfect mix of poetry and prose to leave the reader satisfied, but also with an ability to control the narrative of the ending (in my opinion, sam and reader defo got together after. i don’t make the rules. that sexual tension needs to be relieved your honour!!!)

TL;DR, another amazing and brilliant work, marí! can’t wait to see what’s next 🧡

(P.S., also listened to guilty as sin? while reading this. took me to a whole other celestial dimension.)

oh grace you seriously are just too good to me IM CRYINGGGG I LOVE YOU SO BADDDD <333333

(feel you on the 4 hours of sleep!! i think i got exactly that much as well LMAO)

first of all, i'm just so grateful that you like all of my fics, no matter what kind. and i'm so so so grateful that you'd take all the time to tell me all of this!!! it really makes me feel so happy and good about myself and make me wanna keep writing more and more and more!!! so thank you so so so much for that.

and you're so right!! nothing bad ever happens!! ever ever ever!! heh...

and honestly i ended up liking the angst and all that, but fluff is where my heart lies!! it's my happy place i think, and it's what i've always been most comfortable writing tbh. so i'm really glad that you enjoy my pure fluff works like this one hehe (good luck at work!! don't get in trouble for sending asks and being the nicest human to me on earth ilysm)

it makes me crazy happy that something so simple would speak volumes to you like this!! it means so much!!! it makes me feel like "omg! it's working! the words thingy that i've been trying to do! it's working! yayayayay!!!" and i'm so so glad you enjoy the way i use second person in my writing and that it successfully connects you to the reader's character!!! <33

and i can't tell you how flattered i am that you think my endings are nice and balanced! honestly, i worry about them being a little cheesy too, but i actually kinda like cheesy endings so i try not to sweat it LOL but i'm seriously screaming at how you described how you feel about my endings with the prose and poetry, and you saying that i have a control over the narrative that you can actually sense is just amazing to me. thank you so so so dearly <33 (and i agree!! they absolutely got together, especially because dean leaves them alone in the motel room and you're forced to acknowledge your feelings because you might actually implode if you don't HAHA)

not the tl;dr HAHA I READ IT ALL FIVE TIMES OVER AGAIN !!! thank you so so so so so so so much for your kind words and support ilysm <3

(oH MY GOD I CAN ONLY IMAGINE HOW GOOD THAT SONG WOULD BE TO LISTEN WITH THIS FIC WOWOW)

[natigail]

Hello! I just finished reading Broke, Gay and New in Town and I love it! I hadn’t played stardew before because last time I looked for it it wasn’t available on console, so I opened your fic thinking I could just enjoy it through that even if I couldn’t play, then about a chapter in I was like maybe I’ll just check and it’s now available on console!! So it’s been less than a month since I bought it and I’ve played for 71 hours so thanks for making me check again, I’m having so much fun!

I played through the first year in the game so I didn’t spoil it then I’ve been reading your fic while playing through my second year. It’s so good! I mean it’s making me wish I had a Phil in my game too but I’m loving seeing how you’re interpreting game things into ‘real life’ things. Making changes where needed like Dan getting injured in the mines being a bigger deal than it is in game, and him needing to move out while Robin upgrades the farmhouse but keeping things like crops and trees still magically growing fast, and the Junimo repairing the greenhouse overnight. Even the way you’ve incorporated characters having best gifts like with Phil and the sunflowers. It’s all just so clever!

Also reading the first chapter before playing totally set me against Joja! I’ve only bought stuff there once. It feels so wrong! Even though I’d done a year play through I’ve still picked things up from reading like void chickens! I have space in my coop now so I’m hoping for a witch visit! I’m gonna call it Emo if I get one.

Love the slow burn relationship and the fact that you’ve gone for all the young people being queer (reasons I love fanfic over regular books, too many authors are scared to do that), I keep finding myself grinning over how cute they all are and how Dan thinks people aren’t noticing his blatant heart eyes!

It feels like you’ve made the game even more magical for me as well as writing wonderful phanfic so thank you!! You’re awesome and I hope you’re in the mood to write more of this AU sometime but no pressure x

OMG I MISSED THIS ASK! (or forgot about it?? I'm not sure but ahh)

This is so freaking lovely and wonderful, what the absolute hell! I am so glad you like the stardew AU so much and I love that it made you pick up the game! That's so cool! This was a while ago, so I hope you got your void chicken! And named it emo, hehe.

I swear this fic is such a big thing because of the sheer length and how I want to capture all of the special features and events in the game with my own spin. But it's also been such a fun creative exercise to weave my own lore into what's been established and I just adore Dan and Phil in this. They are a delight.

And you'll be happy to know that I am working on the January chapter! It's very slow going, but I am going at least. There is so much to put into these last two big chapters. It's going to be glorious and there will be finishing the community centre and tackling Joja Corp and so much more internally with the boys as well. Ahh. I'm going to see if I can write more on it this week.

Broke, Gay and New in Town

[dummidildo]

dear diary….. i mean… daddy….

we had our first ever session…. eeeeeek…….. the first thing i have to say is, this entry might be slightly shaky as im actually suffering with amnesia due to the sheer pleasure i endured so i will continue to add to it as and when. secondly i want to thank your for treating me like the little cumwhore i am, i truly had so much fun and hope to do it again soon :)

i woke up that morning with literal butterflies in my stomach, so so so excited but deeeeeeply scared too. i knew i was safe but the uncertainty was eating me alive. what was he going to do to me? was he going to fuck me? was he going to violate me? how bad is my punishment going to be? every possible thought, rushing all at once and filling my dumb little brain. then as the day progressed i just got more and more excited, excited to be in your presence regardless of whether or not i can see it, excited to get a taste for daddy again. i had a bath to try and help me relax and i got ready, took some deep breaths and got on the bus. i got to my friends, got changed and patiently awaited instruction (and silently freaked out internally hehehe) i set my course for the travelodge carpark, finding the key slotted so nicely, and before i knew it i was in the lift, walking my nervous feet over to 113.

i use my newly found keycard to buzz myself in and find 3 cable ties with a blindfold. following daddy’s instructions. “cable tie around each wrist, kneel on bed, put on the blindfold, secure hands behind your back, mouth must be kept busy until I arrive” strapped up, put the blindfold on but couldn’t manage to tie my hands behind my back, causing me to break free. they fell off and i instinctively put my arms behind my back as i heard a very faint set of footsteps, my hearing now incredibly heightened as my sight was taken away, then they stopped.. and the door clicked… and my heart started to race in anticipation, fear, lust, allll of the feelings.

my breath got slightly shaky as he directed me towards a dildo that had been suctioned to the wall, and told me to keep myself busy. so i very happily obliged like daddy’s little good girl and got to sucking. up and down, side to side, right to the back of my throat while daddy rustled in the background which increased my nerves tenfold. i then felt it, the swift sharp pain of what could have been absolutely anything, a paddle? a crop? a whip? this immediately cleared any thought i had in my head and brought me back into reality. striking me for what felt like forever, but it wasn’t even the beginning. sensory deprivation is quite new to me and god is it insanely hot.

after he’d finished all his shuffling and part of his striking he grabbed my wrists, guided me off the bed, and swiftly pushed me to the ground. at this point, all i could think about was tasting daddy, and trying to show him those skills i was practicing earlier, but again i was too eager and was met with a swift slap to the cheek. clearing my brain, almost giving me a factory reset every time. he started to push his tip around my face and holding it in my mouth but only allowing the tip, because i appear to be quite the cock hungry little whore who can’t help herself apparently hehe. daddy started to thrust slowly and softly so i could get used to him and the dark. until all of a sudden, i felt his dick hit the back of my throat and my head being pushed as far as it could go, closing my airways, leaving me gasping for breath. the swiftness of how quickly he took my breath away just consolidated my place. before i could catch my breath completely he was taking it away again, and again and again.

this was until he grabbed me by the pigtails and pulled me across the floor to what i can only assume was a bed? or maybe the chair i saw in the few minutes i had before i put on my blindfold. the butterflies i once had in my stomach were doing an entire gymnastics routine in my stomach because i was loving the uncertainty, there was something so inviting about it, like i knew i was safe, just uncertain. throughout the session im sure he was just making random noises around the room just to watch me twitch and try and found out where he’s coming from, i still don’t know if i was even looking in the correct directions.

he then pulled my head down to his lap and fucked my throat yet again, taking away my oxygen and keeping it until i deserved it again. it was at this point he started to play with my tits, and i don’t know whether or not it was because i was in the dark, but god were my nipples oh so sensitive, just him brushing his finger over them had me moaning so so much, grabbing and pinching and twisting until he had finally placed his cock inbetween my tits and began to fuck them, so i did what any good slut would do, and started to bounce and hold them together so daddy had more resistance hehe.

i am awfully verbal, especially with moaning, but i don’t appear to be too good with my words as he kept asking me what thoughts i was having, and i honestly couldn’t think of a single thing, one taste of daddy and i get cock drunk and desperate all of a sudden, all i can think about is his pleasure. he pulled me onto the bed and then after this it gets extremely blurred as i don’t think i’ve managed to get past my subspace processing it yet, all i remember is catching my breath on daddy’s lap. it was over. i had endured my punishment, we had been going for two hours straight yet somehow time passed so fast yet so slowly, i felt like i had been there all night. what didn’t help was me slightly dozing off as he caressed my arm and back while i tried to recover. i honestly was so overwhelmed with pleasure i couldn’t speak or move, i just had to sit there and die for a quick minute. he let me recover, helped me sit up and then helped me get dressed to go as i obviously still couldn’t see. we spoke briefly as my brain still two days later cannot form proper sentences in person, so as you can imagine this was incredibly hard to write, and even harder to try and sit and hold a proper conversation. i put my shoes on, he placed my phone in my bra, directed me to the door and took my blindfold off as i exited so i truly didn’t see him once. i feel like that was the most erotic part. the two times i’ve seen him, i haven’t seen his face. i knew what he looked like of course, from photos ive seen, but never in person, i had my privileges revoked because dummi had been quite the silly disobedient little udder slut, but i know to be much much better for next time.

i apologise for it being so short, half of it i still can’t access because my brain has stopped functioning but when it restarts i’ll update it as soon as i’m able hehe.

i can’t wait to do it all again.

love-

dummi 💖

[eloisegrant]

Chances are? (II)

Jake Lockley x F!Reader, Mentions of Marc and Steven

Summary: The Moon boys need to figure out who else is with them. And you needed to figure out why the hell you’re eating this pasta alone.

A/N: Thank you so much for liking part one to this series!

Warnings: Angsty fluff?. Sorry. 🥲 also, not proofread because I am outside right now hehe.

Taglist:

@dopeqff

@blackholegladiator

@daddysfavoritesexkitten

@brekkers-desigirl

@laters-gators12

You couldn’t understand whether you should be pissed, sad or embarrassed. Possibly all of the above if you were being honest with yourself.

If the walk of shame from your table to the cashier of the restaurant weren’t enough, the fact that you ate both meals alone while the other customers stared occasionally were. Maybe you really shouldn’t have pushed forward with his stare at you.

God what is wrong with me, I should’ve just shut up.

As you exit the restaurant’s door back to the less busy streets of London, you nearly jump at the passing bus that you missed. Chirsts, can this night get any worse??

Now, Jake on the other hand was internally freaking out as Steven and Marc went back and forth with one another in their flat.

“Mate, what date is it??” Steven paces back and forth while he places his tea back down on the table.

Marc switches and talks to Steven, “I- I don’t know! Tuesday?!” He frantically rubs his hair. Clearly, they were losing it again.

“Gah, Marc! There is someone else!!?” Steven switches back, grabbing the tea abrubtly and taking a swig. The tea said ‘calming’ but it wasn’t doing jack shit to calm him down.

“Well that is the only way we can explain it!”

“Who was that woman back there??”

They banter like a tennis match for what seemed to be forever. Marc constantly jitters and worries about what they’ve been doing while they were knocked out. Steven is on his fourth calming tea bag that, again, isn’t helping.

If it wasn’t for Jake feeling sorry for the guys, he would have stayed quiet. But alas, they poked his heart.

“Alright, alright, alright, Already!” Jake’s voice booms through the mirror nearby causing both Steven and Marc to interrogate.

Jake’s darker and less enthused features looked back onto them.

“Will you bozos just calm down before we go into cardiac arrest?” Jake pinches the bridge of his nose, not getting any reaction from the two other than an agape mouth. Shocked at the idea that there truly was another one. “I’m Jake-“

“AHA! That’s what that woman back at the cafe called up!” Steven basically booms out like a horn, making Marc tense up and look back at Jake in the reflection.

“That woman, back there was (your name). She is a fantastic person and I’m pretty sure we scared her or made her hate us. Thanks for screwing that up.”

Marc and Steven were visibly confused at the thought that their body was out and about with a girl. What if Layla saw? This was making things all too confusing.

“Sorry but, you’re going out with other women??” Marc points his finger at the reflection, “without our knowledge?” Steven adds flame onto the fire, “What if Layla saw us out there, hm? What if that just so happens!?” Marc was in a place one could understand. His wife and him had just began rekindling their relationship, and here was his new alter putting it on the line.

“You do know about Layla? Right?” Steven intervenes, trying to figure out how long Jake has been with them.

“I know about everything. Unlike you folk, I shut up when needed.” Jake turns around and shakes his head, “I also constantly save us when either one of you put us on the brink of death.”

Marc and Steven began putting two and two together, all that bloodshed in Cairo. In the streets of the moutain tops with Harrow. It was Jake.

“That doesn’t make it better. You should have told us.” Steven’s words make Jake glance back at them with a more understanding look upon his face.

He would have told them. He would have let them know about him and about how Khonshu is still controlling them but— you came. He did not want the pressure of only having you for certain times and when his alters found it appropriate. He wanted to shelter the relationship (platonic or otherwise) between the two of you. He couldn’t lose the only thing that made him feel sane, connected and humbled down. He just couldn’t lose you. And judging by the way Marc and Steven were infuriated by the thought, hiding himself and you was the best idea he had.

“I just… it isn’t easy.” Jake rubs the nape of his neck.

Marc wasn’t having it, “Easy?? What about my wife, pal?!” He nears himself to the reflection. “What is she gonna think when I disappear often again?? When she spots me with that woman??”

“Have fucking care on how you speak about her!” Jake nearly breaks the glass from the inside.

“I am just starting to get my life on track and you are fucking it up!” As the two fought, Steven stayed silent. He wanted to be angry, he adored Layla with all his heart and it felt like they were finally headed the right direction. But the woman’s eyes tainted his thoughts, how she genuinely seemed to care about them. How he couldn’t help but remember her in flashbacks as well, one way or another. Maybe she acted as Jake’s anchor. God knows any one of them needed a guide.

“Sorry lads to interject but-“ Before Steven could calm their nerves, a doorbell chimes.

-

You weren’t sure whether confronting Jake was the best thing to do tonight. But, you wouldn’t be able to sleep otherwise. Yeah, you had work tomorrow but your mental heath was important too.

You didn’t want to get angry, truly you didn’t. But as your feelings cloud your better judgement, all you knew was one thing: You showed a romantic side of you and he blew you off. Whether or not that was the case didn’t matter to you.

So as the lift takes you to the shared floor you and Jake had, you promptly made your way to his door. Ironic how you were just here a few hours ago with fluffy nonsense, excited to go to the movies, while now you’re here with anger and embarrassment.

As your fingers press the bell, instead of knocking, you couldn’t help but hear the chatter inside die down.

-

“Let me fucking front.” Jake was adamant on letting them give him control, “She is going to be expecting me.”

“Maybe she shouldn’t.” Marc spits back at him. “I have to let her down, I can’t risk losing Layla just cause of her.” The man couldn’t help but villainize you, he had the woman of his dreams with him again and his alters crush wasn’t going to ruin it.

“Marc, you better fucking not!”

Marc pays no mind, he unlocks the door, opening as he comes face to face with you.

As if by sudden magic, he halts in his tracks. She was an absolute gem, alright. He didn’t know if Jake was influencing his thoughts as he stared at you. But he couldn’t help but think, If they were considered to be the moon, you were the goddamn sun. Maybe Jake’s thoughts were influencing him because his angry demeanor disappears. She was no Layla, but she wasn’t an enemy either.

Before he could speak, she begans voicing out her distaste.

“I was at the damn restaurant looking like a damn idiot…”She pushes past Marc and enters the flat, you didn’t have any sense of boundaries or calmness right now. “…Having the damn staff and fellow customers shoot sad glances at my damn face!” Her words slowly picked up the pace and volume.

“Listen-“ Marc manages to speak but gets cut off again.

“No! You listen, Jake.” That name sounded so vulgar, Jake felt his chest pang. Her feet brought her near him, while her finger was pointing to Marc’s chin. “I tried-, fucking tried, to hide my feelings for you because it would put our friendship on the line!”

Marc was taken aback and so was Steven, but no one was more taken than Jake. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You were openly admitting you liked him, like it was no big deal. And he couldn’t even properly react.

“…But, leaving me there? I mean I know I wasn’t being sly about the movie date but come the fuck on!” Your entire face was slowly turning red, you didn’t verbally tell him you liked him—but the entire movie date idea was a dead giveaway. “And puttin’ on a fake accent just so you could leave and forget your cap??” You grab his cap from your pocket and clasp it in his hands.

Tears were slowly welling up in your eyes and Marc couldn’t really communicate because he had no idea how to. His ‘putting her down’ idea slipped away because now he could see that Jake and you truly had a bond. For what its worth, a romantic one, it seemed.

He didn’t want to give Jake the power again because it could make more trouble. But, goddamn, you looked so hurt he felt compelled to.

“…you….” Slowly, you stepped back, “…You could have just told me you didn’t feel the same way.”

That was it. The words that made Jake leave the backseat and take control, yet again. “Angelita, no. No no no no.” His arms coo you in and push you into his chest, you had no other choice than to rest on him. Tears flooding his sweater as you hands ball up on his chest.

“I had no idea you.. you felt that way.” He places his chin on your head, “Angelita, please- You have no idea how much you make me feel.” Jake blurts out, no regret whateoever. ‘Feel’ implied a lot of things, but for Jake it meant the general sense. He finally knew what emotions were, with you. He finally understood what Marc and Steven felt when they were around Layla. All in all, he felt at home. He wanted you to understand he felt the exact same way. To see those pretty eyes fill with joy rather than tears.

“Don’t lie to me-“ You sniff into his chest, “Why’d you have that fake accent? Why’d you leave, huh?” Your voice was faltering but it didn’t matter.

“Its… more complicated.” Jake sighs as his fingers rub small circles on your arm and cheek. He wasn’t ready to share it all, heck he wasn’t even ready for his feelings to spill yet here we are.

But you were conflicted, you may have heard him say he felt the same but you weren’t sure. As much as you wanted to hug him, kiss him even— you were frozen with your own thoughts.

Then, the door unlocks. Showing a curly beauty with the deepest chocolate eyes. Your head snaps to the direction and immediately shake at the thought. Jake wasn’t ready to face Layla, he never was. But it was too late.

“Marc?”

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Sorry! Sorry! Another cliffhanger…

These types a stories make my heart clench and make it hard to not think about.

Also: what would you guys think if she turns into an avatar herself? Cause I have a spicy idea 🥹

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[alwaysxlarrie]

underrated fics of 2021 + 2022

ok so yes i did a masterlist of my fav fics of 2021/2022 but i wanted to end the year w some fics from 2021/2022 that, in my opinion, are underrated! as a smaller writer, i know how discouraging it can be to see lots of popular writers/fics on everyones’ lists all the time, but never see yours. & that’s no one’s fault! but i wanted to balance it all out a bit w this. just a friendly reminder that not getting many hits, kudos, comments, etc is not an indicator of your talent !!! write something because you want to & it makes you happy -- you’ll find your audience along the way!

i actually didn’t read a ton of fics that came out this year (i was surprised before i remembered that i work in retail & we’ve been short staffed the majority of the year & i pet sit on the side & am a student .... makes sense that i wasn’t able to read nearly as many fics as i wanted to lol.) so i’m incorporating some fics from 2021 as well, just like i did w my previous list & managed to compile a list of my top 15 underrated fics :)

as usual, the fics are in alphabetical order 

consequences of public breeding by @jaerie / jaerie

as someone who’s very passionate about social justice & inequalities, this fic spoke to me. i love the way jaerie writes harry’s internal monologues acknowledging the difficulties & bleak realities of the situation while still allowing himself to be/feel empowered however he can. we love to see it! & the tension & dynamic between harry & louis? top tier!

charm your pants off by @evilovesyou / 4ureyesonly28

i know this was released super recently but i’m counting it anyway lol. from the banter to louis’ immediate flirting to harry’s clumsiness, everything packed into this short fic is so cute and is guaranteed to have you grinning the whole time. 

darling, can’t you see by @tommokat / tommokat

this fic is such a good combination of crack, humor, fluff, hurt/comfort & smut. it was on my ‘marked for later’ list for a while before i finally got to sit down & read it this past week & it was so worth the wait !! plus we love cat mom harry hehe

do you think the tides know by @loveislarryislove / livelaughlovelarry

i betaed & helped out with this fic BUT would i still think the writing & story telling is phenomenal even if i hadn’t? yep! annika’s ability to write the raw emotions, navigation, dynamics, etc of this fic is incredible.

gotta get (me) outta my head by @parmahamlarrie / parmahamlarrie

as someone who has severe adhd, this fic made me feel super seen. i, unfortunately, do not have a lovely dom like harry does, but i am perfectly content with living through harry for this fic. the way bee describes harry’s feelings going from trying to navigate the scrambled mess that is her head to how louis’ praise makes her feel to how safe & protected she feels with louis? amazing. groundbreaking. we love to see it!!!

i need you right now, baby (won’t you come home?) by @non-binharry / enbyharry

this fic is a great representation of the fact that a fic does not need to be long to good!!! things happen fast but they don’t feel rushed. louis & harry’s dynamic right off the bat is cute & sexy. is sexy even an applicable word to describe a dynamic? idk either way i’m going with it lol

know you better. by @wabadabadaba / wabadabadaba

this fic always keeps you on your toes, wondering how the next interaction louis & marcel have will go. the pining, flirting, louis being protective & supportive, marcel opening up & letting louis in & their healthy communication is amazing. i’ve included this fic on some of my previous lists, so it’s a shocker to no one that i love it & would absolutely recommend.

little freak (aka: jezebel) by @homosociallyyours / homosociallyyours

if you know me, or read some of my fics, you know how pro adopt don’t shop i am (especially for older animals but i digress), so i’m obsessed w the lecture harry’s mom gave him. the whole fic is so cute, funny, cozy & just a lil bit steamy. my cat’s at the vet today, actually, so kind of ironic timing. regardless, if you’re looking for a feel good fic, i 10000% recommend this one !!! (also my house is an acab household so we love louis’ reaction to harry’s joke ab his occupation)

lazy days and pancakes for two by @cyantific / cyantific

i also betaed this fic & know first hand how much work, research & love was put into this. another wonderful feel good fic that will leave you grinning for hours after you read it. larry’s banter, love for the each other, respect for each other, etc. calling it wonderful is an understatement, to say the least, tbh.

making my way downtown by @disgruntledkittenface / disgruntledkittenface

i love how maggie describes louis & harry’s dynamic in any larry fic she writes, including this one. i’ve included this fic in my previous masterlists before & it’s for a good reason !! whenever harry’s internal monologue went into how louis acted with harry at the party, i just wanted to know more!!! and then when louis panic spam texted him?? ugh. so cute. my heart.

where’s the divide? by @2tiedships2 / 2tiedships2

melanie always writes the funniest internal monologue for louis, you will never get through one of her fics without laughing. this one is super short, sweet & lovely. niall & louis’ friendship dynamic is always top tier, too. there’s so many cute aspects about this one. shoutout to harry going along with louis’ fake chef abilities.

wanna play you like a game, boy (what’s the thrill of the same toy?) by @thebreadvansstuff / thebreadvan

ari already knows how obsessed i am with this fic, but let me tell all of you. i’m obsessed!!! i am normally very much a praise kink type of girl, but the way larry’s dynamic was written in combination w the humiliation kink? louis’ dirty talk? harry thinking he’s been nonchalantly getting louis to go along w his experiment, just to find out louis was -- & always is -- ten steps ahead of him? YUM. WONDERFUL. AMAZING. brb i’m manifesting that part 2 !!!!

when did i first know? i always knew by @panye / eynap

steph is literally carrying the weight of the shiall main pair fics fandom on her back & she deserves more recognition for that. the way she writes the foreshadowing build up to shawn’s realizations, zayn’s observant ass observing correctly & helpfully & niall’s reaction/response?? i absolutely think that even if shawn isn’t your otp, you’ll love this fic. it’s so cute & fluffy & hot & she’s even given everyone a nice dose of larry & ziam on the side.

your head in your hands as you colour me blue by @hershelsue / docklands

this is such a wonderful, cute, raw fic. greta is phenomenal at writing metaphors & bringing anything they write to life. it’s written in first person which i think, instead of putting readers off, it just makes you feel so much more immersed in the fic & the wonderful world greta created.

you make the world taste better by @loveislarryislove / livelaughlovelarry

ok so yes i also betaed this fic bc annika is wonderful to work w but i genuinely recommend this one as well. the psychology major in me is obsessed w the dark & twisted plot twists & the ending. i loathe miscommunication used as a plot device (in some fics, it’s understandable, in others it’s used an excuse to create unnecessary angst, but. i digress) & i cannot tell you how relieved i was when i saw that there was an opening to use miscommunication to create more angst & annika instead decided to throw in communication that was healthy yet understandably withdrawn. the bittersweet ending always gets me conflicted bc like i want a happy ending??? but it’s so good & absolutely makes sense for the fic??? i could go on forever.

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in a last second decision (i swear lol),i’m gonna use this as an opportunity to shout out my current wip bc it’s my first chaptered wip & i’m very proud of it so far & i’m excited to continue it (new chapter goes up every saturday! i’m not sure if i’m gonna post this saturday’s upcoming chapter on monday instead bc of new years eve. idk. we’ll see. but other than that, every saturday!):

you are my destiny (you are the reason that i still believe)

“Being a new employee at a company means that you have to learn to brush off the shitty bosses, shitty coworkers, and not getting the credit you actually deserve for things. At least, that's been Harry Styles' experience. Coworkers who steal his ideas in pursuit of getting praise and a raise, and a boss who's indifferent at best and condescending at worst. Harry has learned to expect this reality for the foreseeable future. He's accepted it.

What he hadn't expected was for Louis Tomlinson to waltz into their company, and his life, and change around everything he thought he knew about fate. -- A Cinderella AU.”

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as always, if you read any of these fics, please remember to leave kudos & a comment for the talented authors!! i also have more masterlists planned for 2023 bc i have no self control so watch out for those lmao

[spacedikut]

hi different anon here! but what if spencer had to take a mandatory arts class of some kind for his degree (i don’t know how caltech or phd courses work but we’re going to ignore that) and he’s getting super frustrated because he’s so good at all of his other academic classes but he just! can’t! figure! out! the arts!!! but then reader is in the same class as him and notices that he’s struggling so they offer to help him out?

it’s kind of a role reversal of the usual spencer-tutors-reader in college (because he’s a genius so it’s an obvious [and very good!] dynamic)

and bonus points if it’s a pottery class and they have a “ghost” moment 🙈🙈 (reader is obv patrick swayze 🤤) but make it any medium you want! or even a music class!! up to you my dear <3

ok for some reason i immedaitely thought of finger painting but. have decided against that

idk how art classes work either but if it’s anything like art was in school then you’re kind of left to you own devices? so let’s go with that. it’s fiction babey!

this was meant to be headcanons/random concepts but turned in a messy blurb so it’s under read more

he loves art and isn’t so bummed out that he has to take the class because - again - he likes it But the issue is he likes Looking at it, Not creating it. he’s got jiggly hands that squirm and twitch without his consent constantly and that doesn’t bode well for drawing fine details and intricate patterns, so he’s hoping because it’s an introductory course it’ll be. maybe more theory than anything else? or at least just basic tools and mediums so he can struggle through with a grimace from the professor

he ends up with /oil/ paints though and he’s looking from the bowl of fruit to his easel to thr OIL PAINTS and derek is there, in spirit, going hahahaha good luck pretty boy! and spencer Could ask to change the type of paint he’s using but he’s awkward and so. grits his teeth and goes. alrighty this is it this is life im using oil paints, something notoriously difficult for a beginner, which is what i am, a beginner, and i am now putting these expensive paints to this expensive easel with my inexperienced hands-

and you’ve been watching him since he stepped in, because he’s pretty, and now you’re grimacing cause Oh Boy he does not know what he’s doing and he’s. he’s breaking the paintbrushes. you can hear the bristles cracking from across the room.

spencer would’ve noticed you if he wasn’t so Humiliated (he, too, easily notices pretty people) so when you creep up behind him and say, “oil paints are difficult, aren’t they?” in this understanding voice that he follows with his head, his first thought is- oh, so to top it all off a piece of art has come to life? this is where we are now?

he does that thing where he forces out a little breath along with a small smile and goes, “ah, yeah. i didn’t want to ask for something else, so,” and weakly lifts the palette in his hand as if to say, it is what it is.

“i could help, if you’d like?”

and he agrees cause he’s eager to learn! and you, a masterful artistic genius, blow him away with not only your knowledge (you’re into the theory kind of stuff too and at one point he jolts himself, realises he was staring at you with his mouth open, and deeeeep down wishes someone would think of him the way he thinks of you when you ramble) but your actual skills too! and you’re a great teacher! patient, understanding, and did he say patient? because he has painted a damn sky at least 15 times and every time he Somehow makes clouds look phallic and you just go hehe :) and he’s like I love u (internally)

several weeks in, when you and spencer have become arty friends, the subject turns to drawing people rather than objects - you tell him getting people /right/ is something you struggle with yet you love doodling your friends and family in your sketchbook. the first body spencer draws (that isn’t a stick man) is done in crayons, which he’s found is the medium that works best for him (only when the crayon is properly wrapped. because the waxy feel of them Freaks him out)

you help him learn about drawing anatomy while he tells you /about/ anatomy, he attempts to sketch a hand and it’s so odd looking he laughs so hard he CRIES and you finally convince him to try charcoal, your personal favourite

it’s messy and gets everywhere (spencer opens his mouth to complain about his expensive grey cardigan but then- the little mark is a physical representation of this memory between you and him, huddled close together as you both draw aimlessly in your sketchbook, and the mark feels more like a blessing) but spencer ends up agreeing that charcoal sketches look the best.

then he sees something he shouldn’t have.

you’re talking about how you sketch your family all the time - there’s several of your roommates and your pets and a sheep u saw this one time - then there’s...someone oddly familiar? that he catches a glimpse of? and before he can think he goes “wait-“ opens that page and it’s him. him, standing too close to an easel with his tongue slightly poking out in concentration and it’s a charcoal sketch of him from last week.

you’re embarrassed. “that’s weird, im sorry-“

“you make me look good” he tells you, smiling sweetly, and you’re convinced it’s just to comfort you but you’re too glad he isn’t filing a restraining order you let it slide

i mean. have you seen his face? how can anyone look at that and not want to start chiselling marble?

then he gets secretive, weird, a little odd and definitely is avoiding you. he paints and draws with his back to you, still talks to you but over his shoulder and can never really look you in the eyes. you think this is it and that the sweetheart you’ve come to see as more than a friend is Done with you, because you’re a CREEP, and then after a weekend of silence on his end this happens:

while you’re getting your stuff ready, he walks up silently and slides a small sketchbook in front of you. you stare at it, wondering what it’s for, and he nods at it and tells you to open it. when you go to, he stops you-

“a-actually, let me give you a page to start on-“

when he manhandles the book his hands brush yours, his already bright red cheeks get redder, and you bite your tongue so you don’t sigh dreamily.

he’s drawn you.

it’s not perfect and kind of not pretty - a lot of harsh edges and weird shading - but you can tell its you. it’s you, drawn by him, probably from memory, and he’s drawn little hearts around your head because he’s the cutest? evidently?

“it’s really bad, but i thought-“ you look directly at him, making him freeze. he’s got a little charcoal just under his eye. unabashedly, you reach up and wipe it away, hand remaining at the side of his face when you’re done. “i thought you deserve to feel how i felt when you drew me.”

“and how did you feel?”

he gulps. “loved.”

all you can do in the Classroom you’re in is beam sickeningly sweet at one another, lost in your own world while there’s a wordless exchange. the rest of the sketchbook is full of half attempts at sketching you - in different positions, with different expressions, some with a full head while others are half a face. some of them are hilarious, but they’re all made with the purest intentions. “i love it.”

and when you share a look then, you don’t need to verbally say what comes next just yet.

(and. yes. the second you see a pottery class is available you drag him and Make him sit between your legs and he’s never blushed so much in his life the teacher asks if he needs air. at one point you think it’d be funny to peck his neck and the shiver it sends through him is so shocking your mould on the wheel is squished between his hands)

[tzuyuscloud]

hiyooo! can i req for a gf jennie x reader in a hogwarts au please 🥺? where they both spend christmas in hogwarts since their families are busy (whatever reason they cant get back 😭😭) and it's just.. reallllly fluffy hehe ~ hope u have a nice day and stay safe!

I'm sorry it took so long, I hope you like it ❤️

Everyone's favorite time of the season approached slowly. Hogwarts students filled the halls of the school, their bags beside them as they got ready to take off and catch the train back home.

But in a certain Ravenclaw dorm Jennie Kim stayed back for the holidays because her family was in New Zealand this year, and the plane tickets were unavailable. She was the only one left in her dorm leaving the huge room to herself for 2 weeks. Little did she know, the room wasn't completely empty. You popped up from under the blankets and saw Jennie dancing around the dorm, "J-jennie?" You called in confusion.

Jennie turned and made eye contact with you and you saw a blush rise upon her mandu cheeks. Internally you gay panicked for your girlfriend as she's been your crush since the both of you transferred to the school two years ago.

"o-oh...I didn't think anyone was here considering the room looked empty" she nervously looked down while twiddling her thumbs. Jennie then walked and sat on the edge of your bed as you made room for her, "why aren't you visiting your family?" You asked curiously.

"The plan tickets to New Zealand were unavailable." She replied sadly. You held your girlfriend in your arms, embracing her with your warmth. "Well lucky you my plane was cancelled due to a snowstorm so we can spend Christmas together, princess." Jennie's heart skipped a beat at the pet name you called her. The two of you stayed in that position for a few hours, before you heard Jennie's stomach growl.

"Sounds like someone is hungry, let's go to the dining hall and see what they have to eat" the girls ran around the halls and played with the floating stairs until they found their way to the dining hall where there was probably 5 students eating. "Let's go bake some cookies" you whispered to the small girl catching her attention. "B-but y/n what if Professor Snape catches us and locks us in the basement or something?" Jennie freaked out. You playfully rolled your eyes laughing at her worries, "we will be fine and if anything I'll take the blame" you reassured the small dumpling before taking her hand in yours and sneaking to the kitchen.

You whipped out your wand to poof up a batch of cookies while Jennie walked over to you with cookie dough and a pan full of decorations and ingredients. "What are you doing with that?" She laughed pointing at the wand in your hand.

"I-im gonna make cookies for my beloved" Jennie couldn't help but die of laughter. She wrapped her arms around your neck, standing on her tippy toes to reach your height, but still failing to make it. "Your supposed to bake with love, darling" she whispered into your ear. The sound of your heart pounding against your ribs, and your heavy breathing filled the quiet kitchen.

"I am baking with love" you argued playfully. "Silly, you can't bake with love....WITH A WAND" Jennie's contagious giggles filled the atmosphere. You didn't bother arguing with her because you knew she was right, so the two of you started to bake the cookies making a mess everywhere. Knowing the teachers wouldn't be happy with the mess, you two successfully made a batch of Christmas cookies.

"We did amazing" Jennie gushed as you fed her a piece of the snack. "Yes we did" you agreed.

"What now?" Jennie hugged you from behind, laying her head on your back. "Wanna go make a snowman?" Her head flung from your back as she grabbed your hand and pulled you to the nearest door that led to outside. Despite your protest to wear coats and gloves, you found yourself ankle deep in snow and watched your adorable girlfriend play in the snow.

She waddled to you and cheesed giving you a gummy smile. Her little nose was red and so was her cheeks. "Baby we're gonna catch a cold out here like this" you sighed.

"But I'm having fun!" Jennie threw snow in the air she then jumped on you causing the two of you to fall in the snow.

"Hey! You two! Get inside!" Y'all heard a voice shout. Your eyes widened and your laughed filled the air as both of you attempted to run in the snow to get inside quickly.

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You and Jennie laid in front of the warm fireplace that was in the living room of the Ravenclaw dorm. She was cuddled into you, both of you wrapped in your warm pajamas. A Christmas movie played above the fireplace, you watched the way Jennie's eyes lit up as she watched the wholesome movie.

"I love you Jennie Kim" you whispered and left light kisses on her nose and cheeks. She closed her eyes smiling as you kissed her, "I love you too y/n."

[scariusaquarius]

Virgin! Leon nonny again

Not really, I am on vacation (Leon or you wanna join me? Or both? Heheeh) and I am super bored lmao

What for are you packing? How was your day?

I'M CALLIN UP LEON AND WE OTW RN >:)))))) hehe i hope that vacation is going swell for you though!

I'm being forced to move out of my apartment because I can't pay my rent. I haven't been able to afford it because while a lot of places are hiring in my area, none of them are full-time or pay enough that i can afford to stay where I live. So, i'm packing and getting ready to move to Indiana in a couple days (by the fifth, actually, i'm just freaking out internally about the whole thing)

my day went okay! It was a struggle to wake up, but i've got coffee and had a bit to eat, so just on my computer and writing and hanging out with you guys!

[aalissy]

Rebellion

Day 2 of Adrienette April is finished! Yaayaya!! I hope you like this chapter! I know I had a lottt of fun writing it hehe. Lemme know what you think <3. Also, I cannottt waitttt to watch Truth later!! I’m soo excited :D 

AO3

“I’m sorry guys,” Adrien sighed forlornly, plopping into the small group’s usual seats in the library, “I can’t make the movie premiere tonight.”

“It’s alright, dude,” Nino patted him on the shoulder, “We get it.”

Alya nodded, her eyes filled with a look of understanding and sadness, “Of course we do! Besides, there’s always next time, right?”

Marinette merely gave a quiet sigh, leaning her fist on her cheek as she glanced away. It really wasn’t fair! Adrien hadn’t been able to make any of their recent meetings. Surely there must be some way to get him out of the house so that he could spend quality time with his friends.

Regardless of Marinette’s melancholic thoughts, Adrien seemed to perk up at Alya’s comment, “You’re right! There’ll always be another time to hang out with all of you.” 

Leaning off of her fist, Marinette’s gaze was automatically drawn back to Adrien as he beamed brilliantly at them. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she looked at his smile. Even upset, Adrien could always see the bright side of everything. 

After finishing that comment, however, he seemed to deflate and muttered quietly to himself, “Assuming my father actually lets me go out of course.” With a quiet sigh, Adrien glanced down at the desk and began to draw small patterns with his fingers, “You know sometimes I wish I was rebellious enough to sneak out. Then we could all hang out together no matter what.”

“Well, I can always help with that,” Marinette murmured back at him unthinkingly, still lost in daydreams of Adrien’s blinding smile aimed directly at her.

“You would?” He breathed over to her and her gaze snapped back to him, finally fully aware of what she said.

She could feel her face turn a decidedly dark shade of red as she squirmed uncomfortably. Why?! Why did she just say that?! Marinette began scolding herself in her thoughts. Adrien was totally going to think she was insane if she told him she was going to sneak him out. Opening her mouth, she prepared to babble her way out of what she just said when Alya cut off her panic.

“Of course she would!” Her best friend practically shouted, looking embarrassed when the librarian glared over at the four of them. Clearing her throat, Alya continued at a much quieter volume, “What I mean is, Marinette is the best at getting in and out of places unseen.”

Marinette blinked quickly, looking over at her best friend in confusion, “I-I am?”

Nino chuckled, shaking his head fondly, “Dudette, I swear you disappear and then reappear in the middle of broad daylight sometimes. It’s crazy.”

Her face flushed even more and she tucked a stray strand of hair back into her pigtails. That was because she had to sneak off to turn into Ladybug. Her friends had noticed that? She thought she had been subtle. Stuttering quietly, she murmured, “S-still, I-I’m not that good.”

Marinette felt a hand cover hers and she blinked quickly, lifting her head up slowly to see Adrien smiling softly over at her. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest and she felt herself relax as she looked into his beautiful, emerald green eyes. He squeezed her hand gently and she was both surprised and proud that she didn’t promptly pass out.

“Do you really think you can help me?” He murmured quietly.

She nodded over at him dreamily, “Yes, anything for you.” Both Alya and Nino snickered quietly and once Marinette realized what she said, she quickly yelped. Yanking her hand out from under his, she stammered, “I-I mean, of course I can!”

“Do you think you can help me sneak out tonight then?” Adrien’s smile only grew wider.

“Mhm,” Marinette gave him a determined nod. A plan already began to form in her mind as some of her Ladybug confidence came to her, “You have a garage right?”

Adrien nodded back at her about to open his mouth to speak when she cut him off. She leaned her face closer to the center of the table, gesturing for him to do the same as she lowered her voice. He followed her lead, tilting his head closer to hers with a curious look brimming in his eyes. 

Marinette tried to calm her racing heart and flushed cheeks as she realized this kept their faces only a few inches apart. Ignoring the knowing looks she felt Alya and Nino sending them, she began to delve into her plan, “Do you think you’ll be able to sneak down to the garage later tonight without getting caught?”

Adrien licked his lips and it was getting increasingly difficult to keep her eyes focused on his. Allowing herself a small moment of weakness, Marinette let her gaze drift down to them before quickly returning when he began to speak. 

Praying that he didn’t notice, she nodded her head as he said, “Yeah. My father and Nathalie usually sleep pretty early. It’s my bodyguard that I need to worry about but I can probably bribe him with some figurines if he catches me.”

“Great!” Marinette beamed at him, leaning her head back and away from him before she could be too tempted to capture his lips in hers, “We have our plan then. If you can sneak down to your garage and meet me at 7:30, I’ll sneak you out of the mansion.”

“Uh, Marinette,” Alya’s voice broke through her daydreams of sneaking him out to go on secret dates with him, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Her brow furrowed slightly as she looked at her best friend, “Like what?”

“Like the giant gate outside the Agreste mansion. How are you going to get in?”

“Leave that to me.” A smug smile tugged at Marinette’s lips as she patted the purse at her side softly. A little Ladybug magic and she’d be right in. If she could convince Tikki of course.

Adrien’s voice brought her attention back to him. “It’s alright if you don’t make it in, Marinette. Knowing that you’d do this for me is more than enough.”

Her heart fluttered in her chest as she bit her lip shyly. Marinette quickly lifted her head back up, though, her bright, blue eyes shimmering brightly, “I won’t let you down, Adrien! I promise!”

The smile that he gave her just then lifted her spirits entirely. She would do anything to keep that look on his face. Even if it meant she had to disobey the rules a little. Marinette felt her own dreamy smile light up her face before Nino’s voice made her tear her gaze away from the boy in front of her.

“Think we should actually start studying now?” He chuckled, “Because I seriously need to if our test is going to be as hard as Mlle. Mendeleiev says it is.”

“Good idea,” Marinette giggled, flipping through her textbook so she could continue the notes she was taking, missing the last, adorably soft look Adrien shot her. 

The group’s study session went by rather quickly, probably because Marinette was internally panicking about breaking Adrien out later that night. It was when she finally got home and made it up to her bedroom that she really began to freak out, though. Marinette had changed into a darker set of clothes, hoping that would help her blend in with the night sky but a profound sense of unease still ate away at her.

She anxiously paced back and forth on the floor, tugging on her pigtails as her previous fantasies turned into horrific nightmares of them getting caught. Could she actually do this or was she just going to get them both into terrible trouble?

“What’s wrong, Marinette?” Tikki’s head poked out of the purse, watching her holder curiously while she paced a hole in the floor.

“I don’t know if I can do this, Tikki,” Marinette wailed, “What was I thinking?! If I get Adrien in even more trouble then I’ll never be able to see him again.”

Her kwami placed a small hand onto her cheek, giving her a gentle smile, “It’s going to be just fine, Marinette. You and Adrien have a plan, remember? And you have me by your side.”

“Thank you, Tikki,” she sniffled quietly, nuzzling her kwami as Tikki giggled quietly, “You’re always here for me.”

“Of course I am,” she beamed at Marinette, “How else would you be able to get into Adrien’s mansion?”

The designer smiled sheepishly, tapping her fingers together nervously, “So you don’t mind helping me break in, then?”

“Well,” Tikki seemed to frown slightly, “I wouldn’t say I don’t mind... but I understand how important this is for you and your friends.”

Marinette nodded happily, nuzzling her kwami back to her cheek once again, “Thank you so much, Tikki!”

“Though you had better get going, Marinette! It’s almost 7:30!” 

Marinette yelped, immediately scrambling away from her kwami as she threw her trapdoor open without even checking the time or waiting for Tikki. Luckily, the small creature had managed to sneak into her purse before she saw her parents. 

Once Marinette had blown both of them a kiss, she tore off onto the streets, hoping that she’d have enough time to meet Adrien when she said she would. When she slowly began to approach the mansion, however, it began to look even more menacing and intimidating than it usually did. Instead of letting herself panic, Marinette instead took a slow, deep breath, pushing her legs to run a little faster.

Ducking around the side of the building, she hid in the shadows. Carefully looking around her surroundings to make certain that no one was near them, she opened her purse and gave Tikki another small, thankful smile. The kwami quickly phased through the gate’s lock, fixing it quickly before going back to her holder. 

“It’s done,” Tikki whispered before ducking back into the purse that Marinette quickly zipped up. 

Taking another deep, calming breath, she examined the space around her before tip-toeing over to the front gate. Pushing slightly against it, she half-expected that it would remain locked. To Marinette’s surprise, though, it creaked open quietly and she dashed her way through the front entrance of the mansion. 

Hearing the sound of a garage door opening, she bolted towards the sound. There she saw a sneaky, mischievous looking Adrien who had also dressed for the occasion in a set of dark, black clothes. Marinette felt her heart melt as they made eye contact and he shot her a bright smile, waving over at her. She gave him a nervous grin back before ducking into the garage.

“You actually did it,” he breathed out when she greeted him, “How?”

Marinette blushed faintly, shrugging her shoulders, “I-I um, managed to disengage the lock.”

“You’re amazing,” Adrien murmured back at her, causing her blush to turn an even deeper shade of red.

With a quiet, embarrassed giggle she tapped her fingers together. Remembering where they were, however, Marinette looked around, wondering how they would be able to close the garage door. Clearing her throat to snap both her and Adrien back to their situation, she asked, “Once we leave do you have a way to close and open the garage back up?”

 “Yeah,” he nodded, taking her hand in his as he led them outside to a little keypad on the side of the wall. Inputting a code quickly, she watched as the garage began to close. Adrien turned back to her with another small grin, “My mom’s birthday.”

“Perfect,” Marinette beamed at him, feeling butterflies as he beamed back, squeezing her hand in his. With another last, nervous glance around their surroundings, she turned to him with determination gleaming in her eyes, “Ready to go?”

Adrien gave her a quick nod which she returned before they ran out together, hand-in-hand. He needs to be rebellious more often. Especially if I’m the one who’s with him when he is, Marinette thought to herself, looking back at him as she tugged him forward. The movies that she usually went to with just Alya and Nino were going to be a hundred times better and it was all because of him. Adrien made everything better. 

With that last thought, they turned the corner and the Agreste mansion was out of sight. Slowing her pace down, Marinette turned to look at Adrien with a shy grin. She loosened her hand in his grip, thinking he wanted his hand back but his grip on hers only seemed to tighten. Her heart stumbled in her chest and she felt herself practically swoon before Adrien spoke up.

“I just wanted to thank you again, Marinette. I didn’t think you’d be able to do it, but once again you proved me wrong,” he smiled down at her, his eyes glimmering with warmth.

“I-it was nothing, really,” she said shyly, “Besides, I couldn’t let you down.”

“Right,” Adrien squeezed her hand and she thought for a moment before squeezing his back.

Jerking her head forward, Marinette spoke up, “We should probably start heading to Alya and Nino, though. We don’t want to miss the movie and we definitely don’t want to get you in trouble.”

Adrien simply nodded, tugging on her hand as he began leading her forward.

Best night ever! Marinette gushed to herself, gazing adoringly at the boy who was still holding onto her hand. Everything was absolutely perfect and she still had yet to see the movie. Pushing away any last nervousness, she tightened her grip on his hand and followed him to the theatre.

[celestialflamesme]

| UNDER THE STARS | A Stashi One-shot | Fairy Tail Next Generation |

Ships: Storm Fullbuster x Nashi Dragneel

Happy Stargazing! @primaverafrog @luna-chan00 @biorckstudios18 @animaration-fts @cxndy-stxrs

It was 3 a.m. and Storm was going to kill Nashi.

In fact, as soon as they reached wherever she was dragging him to, he would dig a giant pit and push her in.

No, that wasn't evil of him. No, he did not care that he thought that she was cute yesterday or the day before that or before that (or beforeeee that). No, he did NOT (like absolutely no, nuh-uh) think she looked phenomenal with her baggy black sweater and her hair in a bun. (YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO STAY MAD AT HER, DUMBASS!! WHY'RE YOU THINKING ABOUT HER HAIR?! YOU AIN'T A SIMP!!!)

Anyway, where was he going with this? Uhh...

Right! One simply did not wake the eldest Fullbuster up at 3 am and drag him out to the middle of nowhere and expect to live. So Nashi better have a good reason why he shouldn't throttle her right there, right now.

"I can literally feel you glaring at the back of my head, Ice-breath." She teased. He growled back in response, making the pinkette laugh (Sadist. Sleep-nabber. Why, oh, why did he have to like her?)

"TADA!!!" She waved her arms dramatically, (Albeit, cutely. DAMNIT STORM, YOU SIMP!!) presenting the reclusive spot she'd picked for whatever the hell she had planned.

"Nashiiii," he whined. (Yes, yes he did whine. He was a 16-year-old teen boy that needed his sleep to function coherently damnit!! You couldn't blame him!!) "Why are we here, woman?!"

"There's a meteor shower tonight!" Nashi grinned from ear to ear, "And you're the only one that can bear the cold."

Storm deadpanned. "That's the only reason you woke me up and made me carry this?!" He dropped the basket (Which was definitely filled to the brim with food, the eldest Dragneel sure could eat...)

"Oh, don't be such a spoilsport," she muttered, pulling a picnic mat out and laying it on the snow-laden earth. And as she took two blankets out, Storm came to 2 startling conclusions.

One: Yes, moron. It wasn't a dream. Stop pinching yourself.

Two: He was going to watch the stars with Nashi Dragneel, the girl he was absolutely, without a doubt, in cahoots about, feelings-wise.

Shoot.

The pinkette plopped on the mat and patted the space next to her, her ruby blanket clashing against the snow-field. And his heart did a little flip-flop at the sneaky grin she had on her face. Uh-oh. (Shit, do something smooth and unexpected and get out of this situation with the upper-hand!)

And he did. He sat next to her and guess what? He snatched her pack of chips.

Smooth.

There was no one in a five-mile-radius that didn't hear the indignant shriek that escaped her at that moment (Maybe she was sleepier and snappier than she let on, hehe.)

"YOU DON'T EVEN LIKE CHIPS, YOU TOOL!" Nashi yelled, trying to wrestle the pack off his hands.

"Who says I don't?" He teased.

"YOU DID!! UNHAND THEM NOW!!"

"Fine, fine." Letting out a sigh as he watched her scarf down half the pack (It was a HUGE pack, mind you) Storm grabbed his own blanket and tucked himself in. "When does it begin?"

"In like half an hour." She mumbled with her mouth full.

"Why are we here NOW THEN?!" Storm screeched. She glared at him.

"Because I didn't want to miss it! Duh!"

He let out a groan and grabbed a caramade frank, chomping on it frustratedly. Nashi, for her part, remained blissfully unaware of his inner turmoil. And how could she? It wasn't like she liked him back. No matter what anyone said, an unrequited crush suckeddddd.

6 minutes later, he'd finished the caramade frank and was laying on his back flicking snow at Nashi. (To which she finally retaliated by dumping a handful on his face.)

9 minutes later, they were having an impromptu snowball fight and Storm was winning. (Kind of obvious though, ice powers did come in handy.)

"No fair! I was just checking the skies!" She grumbled, hair damp with snow, sprawled on the ground.

"All's fair in love and war," he smirked, throwing another snowball at her form, making her yelp.

"I forfeit!"

"Well, that's a first," he plopped next to her, throwing her blanket smack on her face and settling in his own. She grunted a thank-you and increased her temperature, warming them up. Both were silent for quite some time.

Until......

"Random question. Would you date me?"

He was really really going to regret this in the morning but right now, he curiously tried to gauge her reaction.

Nashi shrugged, "Right now? No."

Wait, what? Right- right now? What did he do? Was she mad at him? Did he take it too far with the snowball fight? Or maybe she was letting him down lightly. Oh, he should've figured something like this would happen. Why did he think this was a good-

"You're overthinking again, Fullbuster." She smiled at him, "I want to get stronger so that I can protect everyone first."

His heart swelled at that. Storm really was glad he had the privilege to call Nashi Dragneel his friend. But he was still confused.

"That's- that's the only reason you won't date me right now?" He spluttered.

Nashi had a strange look on her face when she said, "Well, yeah."

"But you hate me!" (Okay, even he knew that wasn't true, Nashi Dragneel didn't hate anybody.)

"What? No! That's just some friendly compet- WAIT YOU KNOW I DON'T MEAN ANYTHING I SAY, DON'T YOU?" She shook him by the shoulders, her eyes frantic.

He'd figured that, alright. But the fact still managed to knock his breath out (Only slightly, he was NOT A SIMP!)

"Look!" She squealed, pointing at the dark skies now ablaze with pieces of heaven falling. Both watched with bated breath (him more than her due to reasons as cited above) as the meteors faded, one by one, till there was nothing.

"Dad said the view at Stella is even more breathtaking than I can imagine. He took Mom to see the stars once and they were soo big!" She ranted excitedly. Storm softly smiled at her.

Then something clicked. (Maybe a bit slower than it should've.)

"WAIT, you do know what dating is right?"

She scoffed, indignant at the accusation, "Of course I do!"

That wasn't good enough. "If Gale or Raidyn asked, you'd date them too?" (With Uncle Natsu's dense nature, one couldn't be too sure.)

"What kind of trick question is that? I like you, dumbass!"

Okay, a part of him might've craved this but his brain blanked anyway. How was she so casual and calm about this while he was here internally (and externally, most probably) freaking out?? It seemed too unreal. He reached to pinch his wrist again, and it shouldn't have relieved him as much to see that she was twiddling her thumbs, hence was as nervous as he was. (HE'S NOT THE ONLY SIMP NOW, HAHA!)

This woman. He pulled her against him and kissed her forehead, making her squeak, "Mavis, you're a weirdo."

"W-what the heck?!" She blinked at him with those big brown does eyes of hers, face red as her blanket. (Aw, fuck it, he was totally a simp for her.)

"I promise to get stronger too," he continued, "to protect those I love."

She blinked at him and smirked, "Bet you 5 million jewels I'll be stronger."

"You don't even have 5 million jewels!"

"Yup, I plan to get 5 mil. richer by the end of this!" Nashi chortled, and he smirked back.

"It's a bet. Let's pinky swear on it."

The pinkette snorted, "You're such a dork."

"Oh, we'll see." he paused before casually stating, "I'm obviously stronger right now, though."

"OH, YOU WISH!" She stuck out her tongue at him.

And they laughed and teased and spent the night under the stars like they spent everyday.

Together.

..........

[choco-mark]

if you’re still open for the reactions and mtls, could you do ‘what they would get/do for you for your 1st anniversary’ please? i was debating whether or not to send in a second post but i ended up convincing myself to do it anyways bc i know writers block is just so annoying and if this is a way to help you out then i’ll gladly do so 💛

this is definitely a way to help my writer’s block so go ahead!!

mark

remembers it’s y’all’s anniversary the day before because jaemin jokingly said something along the lines of ‘you guys have been dating for too long’

kind of internally freaks because he has absolutely no clue what to do, and doesn’t know if you want to do fancy or casual like he’s going full mental breakdown

ends up taking to you to a local carnival because last minute plans, but y’all both love the energy so it was fun and a way for y’all to spend time together

had no clue what to get you and also didn’t have the time to get anything for you, so he ended up giving you one of his sweatshirts for long term (not like you steal them anyway or anything) but you didn’t really care because he was a gift himself :((

wins you one of those huge plushy stuffed animals from a water gun game and feels like a whole boss

has another mental breakdown when he sees you jumping up and down with that stuffed toy and cannot process that you are actually his girlfriend of an official year :(

tells you he loves you on the top of the ferris wheel while the fireworks are going off like ‘boom, i love you y/n, happy anniversary’ and then gets all shy because he usually doesn’t say things like that

y’all have a fun night after that ;)

renjun

was away on tour during y’alls first anniversary and feels like absolute shit because he wants to be with you so he flies over, yeah, fans are a lil confused but you were first priority

what was ten times worse was that you were sick and you didn’t tell him so there was like a mini argument that eventually ended up with him cuddling you for like three hours

you guys don’t even go anywhere, it’s just a cozy day at the (empty) dorm and y’all just made a lil meal together and it was just the two of you

took his time to make a polaroid collection of just you, there’re just a buncha candid pictures of you that you don’t really remember him taking at...all but there’s a little message at the end that puts all of junnie’s feelings into words and it’s just :( 

has to fly back literally the next morning but he blows your mind that night hehe ;)

jeno

was a nervous pup for about a week prior to the anniversary date because he was just afraid nothing would go right :(

planned a whole picnic and even got renjun to cook for the two of you (also because he didn’t want to end up blowing up the dorm), and stresses over what he’s gonna wear like ‘will y/n like this??’ ‘nah, i look like shit’ and couldn’t sleep the night before because of it

but when he sees you all smiley when y’all walk down the street to the little field he had set up just for you, that’s when he finally relaxes and falls in love with you all over again

filled a jar full of candies and paper hearts that he cut out himself and has you go through them and read through the little messages he has on them, and then gets all shy from the way you find it really cute

makes love to you for the entire night and it’s just such soft sex because he’s so in love with you omg :(

donghyuck

went insane almost a week before trying to find you the perfect gift but feels like you wouldn’t like his gift and kinda gets frustrated

you guys already live together, so it’s not a surprise when you come home and see him laying draped across the bed with rose petals all over the floor and himself, while he’s just watching you get all shocked

you thought he was gonna propose to you from the way he was looking at you, but gives you a promise ring with his initials engraved in them and you cry because omg that’s :( even i’m upset while writing this, it’s just so pretty and the way he looks at you and promises to marry you in the future :(((

he didn’t really have a plan to do anything because he knows how tired you already are from your day and runs a bath for the two of you

yeah you guys end up fucking after that, but it’s slower than usual and he takes his time to make sure you’re properly pleasured ;)

jaemin

you already know jaem’s is a romantic lil shit, so he shows up at your house wearing the hottest suit you had ever seen on him, like ever, and is like, ‘get ready baby, we’ve got a long night ahead of us’

you guys end up missing your dinner reservation because he offers to help you get ready but he just ends up eating you out on the couch and doesn’t regret shit because he needed that

he takes you there anyway (and has to pay extra for his horny ass) and y’all are fine dining outside with the moonlight as your view, and there’s a nice lil river flowing underneath the bridge y’all on, yes he paid money for this, rich nana am i right?!

gives you a 24k gold necklace as a gift and you are about to explode from the way he’s fastening that shit around your neck when it’s literally worth more than you and you feel like a broke bitch for your gift to him

kisses on your way home :( and him just whispering to you every three seconds that he loves you, holding your hand, running his hand through your hair :(

and he eats you out for like two hours after that since the meal wasn’t enough ;)

chenle

cannot process that it’s been a year since the two of you started dating and isn’t sure if he should buy you a phone or a house, but opts out of both when renjun tells him not to objectify the gift too much 

thinks about what to get you for so long and even searches up ideas (it’s his first anniversary ever, okay?!), and then thinks about your and his relationship deeply and then BOOM he knows exactly what to do

has mark help him write you a song, though he does most of the writing reminiscing on the whole year you guys had together and mark is shedding fake tears of ‘my son grew up’

you spend the night with him the day before and you wake up to him singing for you while watching you with the most love-struck eyes, and plays the whole song he wrote for you off his phone, while you’re like, bawling your eyes out from the way he sang your name

you guys don’t actually do anything except cuddle in his bed for hours after that, just softly talking to each other and stealing little kisses every now and then

jisung

has gone into cardiac arrest too many times for it to happen again, so he’s definitely not letting it happen on y’all’s anniversary!! right?! that’s right, confident jisungie in the house now!

thought about what he wanted to get you for so long, but his surprise is kind of ruined when he accidentally leaves it out when you’re over one day, and gets a lil flustered and upset but you didn’t see that much!!

bought you a huge hoodie, since you’re constantly wearing ones that are way too big for you or his own, but decided to go all artist jisung™ and stitches his name like in really baby font on the front :( and it comes out a lot better than he expected

overthinks it on the actual day and wonders if you think it’d be weird that he wrote his...name on your clothes, decides that it is weird, goes to discard of it but turns around and sits down because he had nothing else anyway

you love it anyway :( and you give him the phattest kiss after you put it on and yeah, his heart stopped beating for a lil watching you smile and giggle and all

his heart is doing flips everywhere in his body watching you and kinda just hugs you thigh like you’re his world (you are), and doesn’t let go of you until you give him another very requested kiss 

[theforbiddenpriestess]

His Lotus Flower 𑁍

Summary: 

An archeologist accidentally awakens the mummy of Egypt's famous unnamed Pharaoh. Soon she finds the reason why.

Chapter 1 

The sound of your voice is sweet Full like the taste of date wine And I, drunken girl in a tangle of flowers Live only as a captive to hear it. -AN EGYPTIAN LOVE POEM, C.1300 B.C.

𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍

“Hello?” the young woman yawns as she stretches herself out of bed. 

“Mana! Where are you? For crying out loud! Your flight leaves in an hour!” her boss demands from the other side of the line.

Practically leaping towards the bathroom, the young woman shrieks, “Oh no!”

Hanging up and swearing at her alarm clock, the young woman manages to get ready in under five minutes and scrambles towards the airport, her luggage rolling behind her. 

As she tells the cab that she’s heading to the airport, she cannot help but chuckle to herself on why she was running late. She did not want to wake up as she was once again dreaming of the beautiful place, filled with soft sand, a long and big gorgeous turquoise pastel river, and sweet flower scents from the garden. Then she felt the arms of someone hugging her, making her feel valued, loved, and… safe. 

No matter how many times she tried, she could never see his face. This man, who held her with such grace and love, presented a dark shadow face. 

Never allowing her to see who she dreamt about. 

However, he wasn’t the only one. There were more people she dreamt of that she never got the chance to see their faces. It was as if the only people she ever dreams of only had silhouette faces. 

The woman smiled as she leaned her head on the cab’s window and looked at the passing buildings. Ever since she was young she dreamt of sandy lands, hiding inside of a giant vase, and being held so high before being placed on the shoulders of someone who her heart knew she felt an immense amount of love towards. 

Before she could continue to daydream more the driver announced that they had arrived. Thanking the driver after a nice tip, Mana turned around and glanced at Domino city one last time before stepping into the airport. 

Something in her heart practically screamed at her that things were about to change, but as always, she continued forward bravely. 

𓀨𓀨𓀨𓀨𓀨𓀨𓀨𓀨𓀨𓀨𓀨𓀨𓀨𓀨𓀨𓀨𓀨

Mana whined as she stretched her arms and legs like a cat awakened from a long slumber. However, she wasn’t in slumber. She had been brushing all day the pyramid’s floor tiles. She slowly turned her head towards the legendary royal garden, which is just a few strides away. Though the garden was nothing but sand and rocks now, even under the red sun of late July Mana admires what's left of the garden. 

Mana’s gaze slowly moves towards the desk and her lips form into a soft grin. There, sitting so proudly on the wooden desk are the newly discovered relief pieces of artwork of the nameless Pharaoh and Dark Magician Girl. Mana smiles at the process she has done since the morning. 

After arriving in Egypt for her summer project to investigate the newly found palace, Mana was taken towards the Egyptian Museum in Tahrir, where she was escorted to their mummy preserves. There, she was permitted to see the famous nameless Pharaoh’s tomb. She recalled almost crying at such sight as if she was destined to always meet it. With the archaeologists and scientists at her side, she was allowed to touch it gently and she recalled feeling an aurora surrounding her at the moment. A spark, a ignite of fire, a beautiful deja vu. It’s as if she- she was meant to do that. Only she was meant to touch this Pharaoh’s tomb. 

Soon after that, she was taken to the newly discovered lost palace of the nameless Pharaoh. It had taken nine years to uncover the palace but it was a groundbreaking discovery. A palace everyone had given up as lost forever within the sand’s time. 

She remembered gasping when she stepped within the palace’s crumbling walls. It was breathtaking for her. The long hallways filled with endless secret paintings and hieroglyphics. Countless broken vases made her heart swell in pain and the shattered pillars almost made her cry. It was such a beautiful palace and from what Mana could tell, the people who lived within these walls were happy.  

It brought her joy knowing that long long ago, not only was this a palace, but also a sanctuary filled with beauty, honor, and peace. They must've been so happy here, Mana muses, thinking absently of the Pharaoh and his servants. Though she wishes he lived a long happy life, she knows, after years of research, that the Pharaoh sadly departed too soon from this world.

“Need help, Mana?” 

Mana stands up from the floor and smiles. 

“It’s alright Mr. Muto. Thank you though!”

Archaeologist Solomon Muto chuckles at Mana’s bright personality. “As much as I love your enthusiasm Mana, don’t you need to head back to your hotel? We’re the only ones left in this palace.”

“Thank you for your concern, Mr. Muto,” Mana begins. “But I want to finish something so if it’s no bother, I’ll stay for a bit more.” Mr. Muto shoots her a worried look which makes her smile widely. “Nothing to worry about Mr. Muto, I’ll be okay. The sun is still up, is it not?”

Solomon thinks for a moment before nodding slowly. “Alright, then Mana. Please be careful and just know that security is a walkie-talkie away or outside these palace walls.” Mana nods. 

Solomon bids her farewell but before he can completely disappear from her sight he turns around. “Oh, Mana!” Mana immediately jogs towards him. “Yes?”

Solomon snaps his fingers as if he just recalled something. “I almost forgot. The CEO, who is also our sponsor, is coming over in a while to see the progress our team has been doing. He’ll be picking up some documents on the table stand over there. If you want I can stay and-”

Mana shook her head. “No, Mr. Muto. You need to rest. Besides, isn’t your grandson expecting a call from you soon?” Solomon gives her a look to which Mana grins at. 

“Fine then. Take care, Mana.” Solomon laughs softly before he waves at her and leaves. Mana smiles in triumph as she watches the old man go. He needed the rest, Mana thought as she turned back to her work. 

Half an hour passes and as she hums expecting some scrolls she tilts her head and groans at the dull pain in her neck. She lifts her head and she catches a glimpse of a shadow in the distance, within the crumbled walls of the palace’s hallway.

Mana pauses and hesitates. Though she wishes for this person to scram off and to not be stepping all over her team’s survey marks she remembers what Mr. Muto told her. Realizing the CEO had arrived, Mana takes her eyes off the scroll and takes off her gloves before heading over to the figure. 

Mana skips cheerfully towards him, excited to know who her team expedition sponsor is. Getting closer to him the man turns gently towards her. A soft gasp escapes from her lips as she stops. 

It was a young man, who looked around her age or a little older than she was. His skin was quite pale as if he had been hidden away from the sun for too long. 

He was wearing black pants, a dark midnight blue vest, a leather choker with metal pieces, golden armbands around his muscular arms, and black leather shoes. 

His hair was the most peculiar type of hair Mana had ever seen. It took every strength of her own to not touch it. It consisted of three different colors, with most of his hair spiked up. Most of it was black, except the edges, which were tainted with magenta. Though some of his golden locks spiked up with the rest of his hair, golden locks fell to each side of his face, like lighting bolts

However, the reason why Mana gasped was because of his eyes. Beautiful, crimson eyes that shined like red rubies. Oh, how she just wanted to stare at them forever. Though he had an intimidating gaze, he was also so handsome. His stance which showed his full of confidence only enhanced that idea. 

He was utterly divine.

“Oh, you must be the CEO!” Mana cheerfully says clearing her throat as she breaks away from her train of thoughts.

The stranger stares back at her, unabashed. 

“This palace… based on the limestones, was from 3000 B.C, no?”

“Yeah!” Mana tries to recover her foolish staring at him. She wipes the beads of sweat off her forehead and replies, “You’re the first who guesses correctly. We've had many people answer incorrectly as they get lost at calculating how old the palace is.” 

He smiles softly. Mana’s heart swells up. 

“You work here I assume?”

A sheepish smile paints Mana’s face, “Yup, if my clothes don’t give it away. Hehe.” Mana gestures at the sweat-soaked tee and loose blue jeans covered in dust and mud.

The stranger doesn't respond but Mana sees in his eyes a spark of joy and fondness. He gestures around them, “Is researching ancient Egypt a passion of yours? Or is it some kind of dull research project?”

Mana’s eyes lit up as she replied, “Oh yes! Researching ancient Egypt is my passion ever since I can recall.” She paces around and eyes the structures with fondness, “My orphanage took me and the kids to some local museum, and that month the museum was displaying ancient Egyptian finds. Imagine the horror adults felt when four-year-old me could understand the hieroglyphics on the displays.”

The stranger looks at Mana carefully. His eyes filled with amusement. 

Mana’s eyes widen as she does a double-take and bows, “Oh I am super sorry! So sorry, my name is Mana.”

She stands straight again and extends out her hand, “What’s your name?”

The stranger takes her hand and looks deep into her eyes, making her freak out internally. 

“Yami, Yami Yugi.”

“Yami. Yami.” Mana pronounces his name, liking how it sounded.

Note(s):

You can continue reading this story on either my Fanfiction.net account or Wattpad account. 

My FF.Net is forbidden-priestess 

My Wattpad is @Forbidden_Priestess

[currentlyprocrastinating]

So, I asked my two best friends, who don't really know Mystic Messenger (apart from what little I've told them), to do two similar yet separate things for me. I asked Friend A to give me her interpretation of certain CGs from the game (cos she is really good at that). As for Friend C (my french friend, actually... ou mon étoile <3)... I'll detail that her post.

Please enjoy :)

It's the girl in the mask's (who is a wizard) birthday party and her friend is very freaked out by the sudden appearance of the birthday girl's brother (also a wizard) who usually never leaves his tower

Oh and they are all at wizard college and the brother is the guy that people argue about whether or not he actually exists

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"You're telling me that I missed finals!?!?! Why didn't you wake me up!!!!?????"

"That's not how a coma works"

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Blondie is asking wizard boy about advice on how to impress his sister but wizard boy is very uncomfortable with the subject in general, and also just doesn't like blondie

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Rich kid got his first car, took it out for a spin without his bodyguard, immediately crashed the car and somehow made it out fine, but is now anxiously waiting for the bodyguard to pick up his phone and is really hoping he doesn't get yelled at

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Blondie was going on a date with the wizard girl, but as soon as she got there she got kidnapped and now blondie freaking out and informing the wizard girl's best friend, both hoping she'll help him find/save the wizard girl, and more importantly, making sure that her brother never finds out about this

He'll find out when he walks into the room three seconds from now

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Was kidnapped, accidentally killed a man in the process of trying to escape. Maybe she's like a healer or something and she took one of those doctor's vows to do no harm or whatever so it hits harder

Or maybe she's like half demon, or possessed by a demon and that's the part of her that killed the guy so just plain existential crisis about her evil nature

How about both

Both a healer and half demon

That's a good idea

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< These characters are all clearly part of some story or another ]

< How close am I to the actual thing? ]

[ Quite far off >

< Excellent ]

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Red eyes had a bad break up on top of dealing with his family's black market smuggling operation. Black hair was Red eye's childhood best friend, but they lost contact for quite a while until black hair got hired by red eye's dad to work in their house. Red eyes has no idea that black hair was his childhood friend, but black hair is about to reveal that to him in order to comfort his friend

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The girl's friend got turned into a cat. The guy who is now a cat is absolutely loving every second of this, but glasses is in the middle of a big business thing that she can't let go wrong and is just internally like "why me"

[I think we can all agree that "the guy who is now a cat" would be Seven lmao, because he definitely would love every second of that. ... :0 writing idea? Maybe? Hehe we'll see~]

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Aaaand that's it for now! I'll probably make a part 2 for this, and pretty soon, since I still have more photos to show her. Hope you found some entertainment out of this lol