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summary: in which jungkook won’t tell you what’s wrong and you get emotional motion sickness.
> angst, fluff / wc: 2.6k
> warnings: poor oc is hungry but gets nauseous from watching jk play mirror’s edge, one (1) ass slap, tearsss but i just love this couple very much T_T
note: my last post for the year, a humble gift from my heart <3 i hope you carry even a tiny piece of it with you to 2023 and always remember to treat yourself with the same kindness you give to your loved ones <3 i love you all :]
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you muffle a groan, burying your face into the pillow underneath your head. jungkook switched between five games in two hours, and it seems that he ended up settling with mirror’s edge because he’s been playing it for almost an hour already.
you can confirm that your boyfriend is stronger than you in many different aspects, because you genuinely don’t understand how he’s not getting motion sickness from playing this game while you, the lone audience, has been battling with it the entire time. but most of all, because it looks like he can hold out on you for a long time, and even if your life depended on it, you can’t do the same to him.
you turn your head just enough to take a peek. his back is facing you from the foot of the bed. it’s been your view since you arrived in his room, along with the 50-inch television infront of him. you argued that he’s sitting too close to the screen again, but he only brushed you off with a quick it’s just for today, and he hasn’t spoken a word to you since.
not being able to physically meet for periods of time is normal in your relationship, but the less frequent communication from your boyfriend for the past two weeks has been concerning you. you don’t like it. you don’t like the shorter phone calls, and the fewer to no text messages. you don’t like his avoidant eyes, his dismissive words, and when he dismisses you altogether. you don’t like the gnawing feeling of something is wrong and i need to fix this when you’re completely clueless, lying on his cold bed by yourself.
when you catch him taking a break to drink water, you seize the opportunity to snatch away his controller. your knees sink on the mattress, and you slightly lose balance as you fall back on your bottom.
he reacts quickly, trapping you in between his arms to steal it from behind your back, but the rough complaint melts on his tongue when your eyes properly meet for the first time in what feels like forever.
“are you mad at me? did i do something wrong?”
jungkook’s heart drops to his stomach, his facial features softening at the sight of your glassy eyes begging for answers. despite this, you still can’t get a good grasp on what’s running in his mind. and it’s killing you.
“no, why would i be mad at you?”
“i don’t know! that’s why i’m asking.” you answer frustratedly, gripping the controller in your hand tighter. “we haven’t seen each other in weeks and you’ve been acting like i don’t exist since i came here. it’s already dinnertime and i’m hungry and upset and i- i fucking miss you.”
you chase his eyes as you speak but he takes a step back to recreate distance between the two of you.
“it’s not like that. i’ve just been distracted with playing.”
a scoff of hurt and disbelief escapes your mouth, his words and actions only adding salt to your unattended wounds. “are you being serious right now? do you even want me here?”
when jungkook realizes the stupidity of the excuse he came up with, it’s already too late. he’s just been jumping from game to game, running around aimlessly, avoiding the root of your present argument like a fool. the foreign expression of hurt on your face sends him scrambling to fix what the damage he caused.
“of course- of course, i do. that’s why i agreed that you should visit. because i miss you too.”
his desperate hold on your arms gets shrugged off when the controller lands on his lap, with you muttering, “well, it doesn’t feel like it.”
“baby-”
“it’s okay. go play your games. just wake me up when you’re ready to have a real conversation with me, okay?”
you crawl back to your side of the bed, tucking the blanket up to your shoulders and burying your face in the soft cotton. it does its job in encaging you in your own little bubble, but the smell of cozy baby powder snaps the thread of resolve you’ve been recklessly balancing on. tears drip from your eyes and stain the grey blanket shades darker. and you silently pray he would just continue playing his damn game already so crying would feel less suffocating.
“but you said you’re hungry, baby. let me make you something.” he coos, his big palm stroking your calf lovingly to coax you.
oh, so now he wants to be sweet and attentive?
“does that mean you’re ready to talk?”
and you’re met by the silence that you’ve come to recognize all too well.
“then nevermind. i already lost my appetite anyway.”
“okay,” he responds after a few beats, his lips replacing his palm on your naked calf for a chaste, feather-light kiss. and you want to scream because the intimacy of it all only makes the yearning for his love, his attention, and god, his presence, swallow you whole.
it’s difficult to have a fight when you’re the only one fighting.
you take the opportunity to wipe away your tears and sniffle as quietly as possible when the loud footsteps and grunts of his character fill the room again. but you couldn’t bear to watch another second of the game. you quickly pull back the blanket over your eyes, the nausea creeping its way back into your system and rendering you imprisoned underneath the covers. soon enough, you slip into a slumber.
jungkook exits the game after fifteen minutes. after that small altercation, he just couldn’t get into it anymore. the little butterfly sticker you put in the middle of the controller made it impossible for his mind to focus on anything else but patching things up with you. you designed the controller because it’s the one you always use when you play together, claims it’s the luckier one, and these days he finds himself instinctively reaching for it when he plays alone.
you’ve been leaving these pieces of you all over his life. you already told him that you’re in this for the long run. what is he so afraid of?
“baby, are you really asleep?” he whispers with his elbow anchored on the bed and the heel of his palm supporting his head. after gaining no response, he carefully lifts off the blanket from your face.
his lips curve into a frown as he traces your puffy eye with the pad of his thumb. making you cry is exactly what he’s been wanting to avoid, but it seems that this served as a lesson on what not to do instead. he created another problem in the process of concealing existing problems, and he hates himself for not considering your feelings firsthand.
he kisses your forehead, creating a light smacking noise as he does so, before whispering once more. “would you get angrier if i don’t wake you up? i feel bad about disturbing your sleep.”
“i would.” your eyelids slowly flutter open, droopy eyes staring directly at his wide, doe ones. “now, care to tell me why you’ve been ghosting me?”
it’s only been over a month since you said i love you for the first time, and the paranoia of what if he realized that he doesn’t want this relationship anymore will continue to keep you up at night unless you confront him about it today. as much as his answer scares the shit out of you.
“i messed up. i’m sorry. that wasn’t my intention.”
jungkook sighs heavily, sitting up on the bed and resting his back on the headboard to gather himself together. you’re always straightforward— you’re not afraid to ask for what you want. he knows he already said it before, but ultimately, this was the reason why he gravitated towards you. you’re a breath of fresh air. but on the other hand, he’s used to putting his best foot forward. it’s always about what they would be pleased to see, because if he shows them something they don’t like, he would get eaten alive. that’s just how he makes a living and how he keeps his passions within reach.
“then what were you trying to do, jungkook?”
but now that you’re sitting by his side, the anxiety he’s been fostering in his mind is starting to look ridiculous. how could this lovely human being wrapped in a blanket, adorably scowling at him, ever eat him alive? if anything, you would share the blanket with him and build a fire to keep him warm.
“things at work are just- they’re really a mess right now. it’s always been like that but it’s a different type of overwhelming and i’m scared because . . .” he pauses when he feels his voice faltering due to his emotions crashing like tidal waves along the rocky shore. he may not be able to look at your eyes right now but instead, he holds on to your hand resting on his thigh.
“what if we’re flying too high too fast because we’re being set up to crash? i didn’t- no, it’s just . . . if i talked to you in the past two weeks, i would’ve just complained about how i’m having a hard time over and over again and i would cry, or worse, make you cry.”
“yah! what’s wrong with complaining and crying?” you scold him in a whiny tone, wiping his tears away with the back of your hand while your own freely stream down your face. “you’re a human being above everything else. you have the right to feel your feelings. if you don’t, they will pile up and the weight of it will break you.”
jungkook’s head falls on your shoulder. he sobs softly as his tears soak through the material of your shirt, and the scene breaks your heart so painfully that it’s difficult to breathe. your fingers comb through his hair tenderly, and your hand pulls away from his to wipe off the tears on his chin.
“don’t treat me like a stranger. please. i love you. i know i won’t fully understand everything you’re going through because we lead different lives, but we can still share the weight of it, and we can cry it out together. won’t you let me do that? won’t that make you feel even a little better?”
when he lifts up his head, you’re surprised to see a small smile playing on his lips. you blink at him blankly in confusion.
“you’re not pranking me right now, are you?”
“no! why would you think tha-”
“if you want to break up, just tell me directly like a real man would!”
he panics. “no, no, no!” he catches your furious fists pounding at his torso, holding them securely to his chest to calm you down. “baby! listen- that’s the last thing i want!”
you cease your attack, chest heaving as you wait for him to explain himself. alright, you may not eat him alive but you sure can fight him.
“it’s just funny because i remembered that the hyungs said i should talk to you because you’re the only person i listen to.”
you look at him suspiciously, giving up your futile attempts on escaping from his firm hold. “well, were they right?”
“they were. they tried talking to me too, but i couldn’t shake off the fear of breaking down infront of you.” his grip on your wrists loosens. he peppers your knuckles with kisses before releasing you altogether. “turns out that’s exactly what i needed. my heart feels so much lighter. thank you.”
you climb on his lap quietly, hanging on to him like a koala bear, with your limbs wrapped around his waist and neck. you’ve been dying to embrace him again since the moment you watched him drive away from your apartment more than two weeks ago. you regret that you didn’t stay in his arms for at least ten seconds longer despite knowing that he wouldn’t have the time to meet up with you again in the near future.
“are you crying again?“ he asks worriedly after hearing you sniffle.
“i really thought you were trying to break up with me. i had no idea what i did.”
“i’m sorry. i’m sorry-” your cheek is granted with an apologectic kiss. “it was an asshole move.” and then your temple. “i wasn’t thinking straight. i’m sorry, baby. i promise all my free time is yours again.”
he gives a final kiss on the top of your head before resting his cheek on it, rubbing your back with gentleness. he blinks them away when tears also start filling his eyes again, but he only made it easier for them to fall.
“lean on me. use me. i want to be there when you need me the most, okay?” you pat his cheek softly, connecting your lips with his but it doesn’t even last for five seconds because-
“i can’t even make out with my boyfriend in peace.” you grit your teeth in irritation as you tug your bag closer by its straps. you lazily dish out your ringing phone from the pocket. after seeing who the caller is, you opt with setting your ringer in silent to let the call remain unanswered.
it’s the group leader in one of your on-going school projects, and you’re 100% sure he’s going to beg you to do another groupmate’s share of work because he’s not satisfied with them again. unfortunately, you’re not in the mood to be compassionate today.
“my love?”
“hmmm?” you hum absentmindedly as you scroll through the notifications from the group chat.
“why is my shampoo in your bag?”
“oh-” you smile hesitantly as scrunch your nose, eyes landing on the two bottles of shampoo nestled in the corner of your unzipped bag. “please forgive me. i wasn’t thinking straight either.”
“that doesn’t really explain anything.” he rolls his eyes jokingly.
“well- uhm- when i went to pee earlier, i thought there was a big chance i would walk out of your house broken up with you. then i remembered that you went to like ten stores to look for that shampoo when you ran out ‘cause it’s the best one you tried when you had bleached hair . . .”
the smile on his face gradually fades as the realization dawns on him.
“and you also told me that the production already got discontinued-“
“so if we broke up and you were angry at me, you would’ve stolen my shampoo?!” he exclaims, flabbergasted by your simple yet deliberate plan on delivering revenge. “how is that not thinking straight-”
“but for the record, i realized that i would feel guilty since you bleach your hair a lot so i wasn’t going to go through with it!” you abruptly defend yourself, taking out the bottles of shampoo and handing them over to him to strengthen your claims.
he tosses them aside to hold your waist, chuckling in amusement when you cutely pout at him. that’s what you always do when you try to get away with something. oh my god, he missed your face so much.
“why? if i was really planning to ghost you into a breakup then i would’ve deserved worse.”
“but you won’t do that to me.”
“mhm-mm. never.”
“and from now on you’re going to complain and cry to me when you’re struggling.”
he eagerly nods in agreement. “i promise. i love you.”
“i love you.” you give him a kiss on the lips before climbing off his lap to reach for the controller he left on the edge of the bed. “now i want to play fifa.”
he playfully slaps your ass, which doesn’t elicit a reaction from you because honestly, you expected nothing less.
“sure, but shouldn’t we eat first? it’s almost 7pm.”
you groan internally when the thought of food, and your boyfriend’s exquisite cooking at that, remains unappetizing. “you can eat first, babe. watching you play mirror’s edge really made me feel sick.”
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You know, just like a milf would fix Scara (and make him worse too) don't you think a milf would fix Riddle as well?
A very sweet and caring milf who praises him endlessly and bakes him strawberry sweets and has a soft body he can cuddle (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡
It does more than fix him. It changes the trajectory of his life. <3 every time I think of Riddle, I remember this post:
T_T a milf truly would do great things for Riddle’s mental health. You accidentally bumped into him at the library or grocery store and you told him, “Oh, pardon me, sweetheart.” And that’s it. That does it. OTL he’s so incredibly easy when it comes to you. His own mother never uses any terms of endearment to refer to him and there’s never been any strong loving connection underneath what she put him through. So to have a stranger say that to him in such a soothing voice… it’s so over for him.
You’re just so sweet to him, your body soft with age. He can’t help falling for you. You’re everything to him. Sometimes he studies at the library on days when he knows you’ll be there, whether to borrow books or sit there and do some reading. Maybe he comments on something you’re reading and that’s how the two of you get to talking. It’s how you learn Riddle’s studying to be a lawyer. And perhaps, after chatting on multiple occasions, the next time you run into each other you’ve brought him some homemade strawberry muffins because Riddle never seems to study with snacks. And who is Riddle to deny the goodwill and kind concern of a milf?
He probably tears up the first time you tell him you’re amazed with his hard work,, or if he’s told you he’s passed an exam and you tell him you’re proud. 🥺 you’re such a comforting presence in his life. He needs this forever and always.
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Ok sooo, you said that I could send my request and I couldn't wait any longer. The first fic is when they confessed for reader, but I'll love to know how they met reader and how they became that tight friend, a prequel if you will. That was it, thanks dear!
"the rainbow thief": the beginning | demigods! poly ateez au
01 / ‘the rainbow thief’ masterpost / next
summary. you never expected to be in a camp meant for demigods but, here you are. you also didn't expect on becoming friends with a brooding emo boy who introduces you to five of his friends, nor do you expect to meet two bickering best friends but, here you are.
or alternatively,
you meet eight boys that makes your life much more bearable.
pairing(s). ot8 demigods! ateez x daughter of iris! reader (son of hades! hongjoong, son of athena! hwa, son of apollo! yunho, son of poseidon! yeosang, son of zeus! san, son of aphrodite! mingi, son of dionysus! wooyoung & son of ares! jongho)
word count. 2.7k
genre. crack, flustered joong, fluff!, san being clumsy (again)
warnings. cursing, mentions of anxiety, alcohol intake (wooyoung and his wine), impulsive writing so it's not the best, camp half blood universe inaccuracies help
note. thankyou for the req and im so sorry i posted it so late!! i totally forgot abt tumblr bc i was having too much fun on my spring break im sorry T_T but it's here now!!! i also won't be accepting any more requests for demigods! atz </3
Hongjoong feels sick.
“I think you’re fine.” Yunho frowns, pressing his palm against Hongjooong’s forehead one last time just to make sure. The healer did everything he could, even resorting to human hospital’s protocol check-ups when his hyung refused the usual nectar and ambrosia because he insists that, “something’s really wrong with me, Yunho, and I don’t think those can fix it.”
The healer can only groan inwardly at his friend’s stubbornness because there’s nothing a little nectar, ambrosia, and his glowing fingertips can’t fix. But of course, he continues to entertain him as he’s not in the mood to test the patience of a son of Hades today.
“What are your symptoms again?” Yunho asks flatly, inflating the cuff wrapped around Hongjoong’s upper arm to gauge his blood pressure again (in truth, he doesn’t know how to read a blood pressure monitor but does it anyway for Hongjoong’s sake) to appease his “patient” who is currently sitting on a cot because he feels “sick.”
“I had this really weird feeling in my stomach, like, it feels like my organs are squashed around and everything inside me turned upside down,” Yunho frowns. Okay, that sounds pretty serious. “And my face got all hot, my feet couldn’t stop twitching, and I stuttered too!” Hongjoong continues, bringing a hand to his head in worry. “This doesn’t feel like me at all.”
“Hyung, was there anything that made you feel anxious?” eyebrows furrowed in concern, Yunho regards Hongjoong carefully. “If there’s anything troubling your mind lately, I’m here to listen.”
“No, I don’t think it’s anything like that—”
An unfamiliar figure suddenly pops inside the curtain circling the cot, momentarily surprising Yunho and leaving Hongjoong stunned once he recognizes the person in front of him.
“Sorry, hi,” you grimace, feeling apologetic towards the tall boy you scared with your uninvited presence. You just got here, alone and wary, with a few scratches here and there from being chased by monsters, so you hope the cute boy with soft looking hair in front of you is the person you’re looking for and that your day won’t be even more ruined by an embarrassing moment of you mistaking him for another person. “I was told to find a Yunho here? They said he could give me something to help with my injuries.”
Forgetting entirely about his hyung’s complaints, Yunho rapidly deflates the cuff still circling Hongjoong’s arm and rips it off in a rushed manner, earning a loud yelp from the poor raven haired boy still sitting on the cot (he did not end up checking the numbers on the monitor).
Hongjoong feels his heartbeat quicken when your gaze lands on him once you stand on your tippy toes to look over Yunho’s shoulder in curiosity. A smile threatens to creep up on his own face when he notices your eyes brighten and a sweet smile curling up your lips. “Oh, Hongjoong! Hi!”
“_____. Good to see you again.”
Yunho flicks his eyes back and forth between you and Hongjoong, mischievously grinning at the interaction you’re both having because it takes awhile for Hongjoong to warm up to people and it seems like you’re new, so to think that Hongjoong has warmed up to you that quick, you must be quite the character. Or maybe, the emotionally stunted son of Hades has finally taken an interest in someone.
Yunho leans towards the latter. And he can’t wait to tell the others about this so they can all tease him about it.
“Oh,” you take note of him sitting on a cot and remind yourself that you’re in the infirmary, causing your eyes to rake over Hongjoong in worry. “Are you okay? You’re hurt?”
“No! I’m perfectly fine!” The raven haired boy who was previously complaining about his “weakened knees” suddenly sprang up from the bed, seemingly energized, and pushes a gawking Yunho over your direction with a tight grip on the back of his shoulders. “You should let Yunho check up on you then get some rest. Hope you feel better soon.”
You smile in thanks at the boy you met a few hours prior, the first person who greeted you when you stepped foot on camp, and bid him a goodbye as he turns to leave the infirmary to let Yunho tend to you alone.
Before he could, however, you nonchalantly tell him, “I like those glasses on you. Looks cute.”
A pause, and then, there it is.
Hongjoong’s cheeks slowly flame a bright pink, the soles of his sneakers nervously squeaking against the hardwood floors as he turns his head to face you with his eyes flicking to every corner of the room and anywhere that does not land on your figure. An intangible noise escapes his throat. “T-thanks.”
Oh. Yunho slaps a hand over his mouth as he tries his damn best to stifle in the laughter to save face of Hongjoong’s dignity.
Hongjoong’s not sick.
For the first time ever, Hongjoong is flustered.
✺◟( • ω • )◞✺
“That’s _____? Hongjoong’s _____?”
Hongjoong smacks the back of the two-tone haired boy’s head as he hisses, “If you don’t lower your fucking voice.”
Wooyoung’s yowl of pain is followed with a death glare shot at his hyung, the slightly tipsy boy hugging his ‘I LOVE DIONYSUS’ mug close to his chest to avoid any unnecessary spillage of perfectly good wine. “What was that for?” he cries. “They won’t even be able to hear me,” he grumbles, pointing to the group of Iris kids noisily huddled together in celebration of winning a game of Capture the Flag against the Athena kids. An impressive rarity. Athena kids are known to be very strategic with their battle plans, even in mere simulations like the game they play every Friday, which is why the Iris kids are especially happy.
Yunho tsks at the slurring of his friend’s speech, forcefully wrangling the mug of wine away from the alcohol fiend. Or at least, he attempts to, for the son of Dionysus quickly snatches the mug to avoid his prying fingers, an expression of mocking retaliation sent his way.
“She’s so cool,” Mingi dreamily sighs, having hearts as eyes as he continues to look at you in awe. You’re in the center of the Iris kids circle, a wide smile plastered on your lips as everyone else rejoices on your team’s victory. You meet eyes with both Hongjoong and Yunho (who is still busy trying to keep his feral friend at bay), sending an excited wave their way in greeting which earns back a proud thumbs up from Yunho and a genuinely heartwarming smile from Hongjoong.
“You have to introduce me to her!” Mingi gasps eagerly, hopping around Hongjoong while flailing his arms in glee, unknowingly landing hits on the silently seething raven haired boy who pointedly glares at him in return.
“You can do it yourself.”
“Someone’s doing it right now,” Jongho points out, the rest of the boys turning their heads to see their own Seonghwa hyung, the head counselor of the Athena cabin, make his way towards you and shake your hand with a gentle smile. It seems that he’s congratulating you for your win and Jongho chortles at the obvious twinkle in the eldest’ eyes. He’s trying to make a move on you.
And he can see why Seonghwa, alongside Hongjoong and Yunho, has taken an interest in you.
Because although your fellow siblings are urgently trying to sweep you into the dining pavilion for a celebratory dinner, you still take the time to meet the three new faces that are close friends with Hongjoong. Amidst the conversation between the rest of the boys and you, Jongho gets why it’s so easy for Hongjoong and Yunho to be close to you in the span of a week. Your contradictingly soft but bubbly personality seems to shine out of you, easily melting the coldest hearts (cough, Hongjoong hyung, cough), and the way you always seem to have an easy smile on your face softens just about anyone.
It’s easy to like you.
“Who are they?” you question your siblings once you’ve sat in the Iris table in the dining pavilion, distractedly biting onto your chopsticks as you try to be discreet in sneaking a look at the two lone boys sitting separately in the Zeus table and the Poseidon table. Both tables that, apparently, have been unoccupied for years.
A new kid of the big three; Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, always garner attention because they’re so rare in quantity. Especially now that there’s two of them, one of your siblings, Yuna, excitedly jumps to inform you. “We don’t know their names yet but I heard they came in while we were just starting the game. Probably why we didn’t hear anything about them until now,” she shrugs, shoving another piece of gimbap into her mouth. “But the other campers said they got claimed immediately after coming here! That’s usually unheard of from the big three.”
Your brother, Keeho, who took the displeasing choice of sitting beside Yuna grimaces in disgust as he force shut her open chewing mouth. “Don’t talk while you’re chewing.”
You take another look at the two boys sitting silently with their heads slightly lowered, taking note of the unhealed scratches and bruises blooming all over their skin. You gasp, turning back to Keeho to ask, “What happened to them?”
“Heard they were hunted by a minotaur which is why they’re both forced to come here. All of the Apollo kids were stationed at our game earlier in case anything happens, probably why they haven’t had the chance to be healed.”
You shovel the rest of your food down your throat, almost choking in the process which earned a few panicked concerns from your siblings, but you ignore them and quickly move to the closest table, the Zeus table, after chugging down water from your goblet.
“Hi! I’m ______. It’s nice to meet you.”
The blonde looks up in surprise to see you and you use the short pause to take a good look at his face. Soft slanted eyes that oddly remind you of a cat’s greet you alongside a shy smile that spreads across his face and pops out both of his dimples.
Oh, you think. You didn’t expect him to be so handsome. You’re screwed.
“_____,” he repeats your name, pleasantly basking in the friendly smile you give him. You slightly waver at the way he says your name so sweetly. “I’m San. It’s nice to meet you too.”
“How are you liking it here?” you ask, trying to start a conversation in hopes of easing his first-day jitters. “I’m also still pretty new here. Just got here last week, actually.”
You can see the tension seep out his shoulders after hearing that you’re one of the newer campers as he gladly sighs in relief. “I’m pretty nervous, I don’t really know what’s going on,” he lets out an emotionless chuckle. “I just found out that my dad isn’t my actual dad and that Zeus? The dude up in the sky? Is apparently my real dad.”
“Yeah,” you grimace, you still haven’t fully grasped that either. “It took awhile for me to get kinda used to things here but I also somehow feel that I belong here,” you look at him, hoping your effort of comforting him is working. “I think you’ll fit in here soon enough. It’s okay to take things slow.”
This time, San genuinely smiles. “Thanks _____.”
“By the way,” he adds in a whisper, tugging your wrist to bring you closer to him, inadvertently causing your cheeks to warm. “I don’t know much about my… dad or Greek Mythology in that matter, but isn’t he like a major dickhead—”
A thunderous clap of lightning pierces through the suddenly darkened sky, striking a tree that stood closest to the dining pavilion, erupting it in booming flames. Surprised screams break out throughout the dining campers, everyone quickly turning their heads to look at San; the most probable culprit of angering the God of the Sky that one of their trees is now on fire.
“Oh, oops,” the guilty boy winces. “Sorry.”
“San, was that you?” a voice came from behind you, requiring you to turn around to see who it is and oh– it’s the boy who was sitting at the Poseidon table; the other new camper. The raven haired boy looks at you, taking in the horrified look on your face as you resume watching the tree burn after attempting to nod at him in greeting. “Man, what’d you do this time?”
“I didn’t do anything,” the blonde boy Yeosang unfortunately calls his best friend, whines. “It’s just… maybe I said some words I shouldn’t have or whatever. Anyways, can’t you fix that? Shouldn’t you have, like, water powers or something?”
“We literally just got here, idiot,” Yeosang rolls his eyes, though he thinks it’d be pretty cool if he does end up having powers. He turns to your direction, taking the chance to talk to you now that he sees you’ve snapped out of your daze. “I’m sorry about him, he must’ve given you a hard time.”
San lets out an offended “hey!”
“No he didn’t,” you giggle. “It’s just,” you point at the still burning tree and a few campers circling it with buckets of water in hopes of putting out the fire. “It’s not everyday that you see stuff like this.”
Yeosang turns around, whistling lowly once he actually takes in the damage his best friend (his best friend’s dad, actually) has done. “Yeah, that looks pretty bad,” he says.
“Eh,” you shrug. “The Demeter kids are probably upset about it but it’s nothing they can’t fix.”
Your eyes widen, you totally forgot why you wanted to approach them in the first place. “Speaking of fixing,” you usher San out of his table and exchange proper introductions with the raven haired boy named Yeosang before dragging them by the wrists to the Apollo table. “You should really get those wounds healed. The Apollo kids here are the healers, they’ll know what to do.”
A tall boy, who Yeosang presumes to be Yunho based on your calls of his name, smoothly steps out of the table with his siblings and introduces himself to both of them. You told the healer about what you heard, that they were both hunted on the way here; hence the bruises from struggles of their escape. His eyes take in the exhausted figures of the two boys and he tells them that they should follow him to the infirmary to heal and rest up.
“Hey! Wait up!”
A boy with two-toned hair surprisingly holding a can of Diet Coke instead of his regular mug, skips to the group of four, tagging along the remaining of the boys behind him. Already exchanging greetings and introductions, the two new boys are slightly surprised at how friendly they all are but they absolutely do not mind at all, despite how they feel like their bones would crumble in exhaustion at any moment.
As the nine of them move together towards the infirmary, Wooyoung keeps bugging Yeosang with stupid questions that makes San laugh. (“Can you turn water into wine?” “If I could, wouldn’t that be blasphemy? And shouldn’t you be the one who turns things to wine?”). He’s never met anyone like them and they’re a bit odd but he thinks that he likes that.
He looks at you walking side by side with Yunho, an imposing Mingi trying to squeeze in the very small space left between you and the healer who is now glaring at his tall friend. Jongho watches from the sides, enjoying the suffering his hyung is going through and letting out amused snickers now and then. Seonghwa and Hongjoong look like they’re fighting over something, arms messily flailing against one anothers’, with Seonghwa letting out occasional squeals. San can’t tell if they’re play fighting or serious.
The blonde smiles, shoving his hands down his pockets. Staying at camp doesn’t sound all too bad now.
“I think you’ll fit in here soon enough.”
He thinks so too.
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Already Over
Fred Weasley x Reader
Reader: she/her pronouns
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Warnings: implied smut, exam season, not proof read again haha, unrequited love or mutual pining?, profanity
Category: One-Shot, Songfic, Friends with Benefits, AU without Voldy.
Summary: In which you can’t close the door on Fred when you still need the closure.
Sneak Peak: None :P
Author’s Note: I needed this done and over with T_T As much as I love this song it’s becoming sickening to listen to.
Word Count: 3301
To The Library (fic masterlist)
To The Kitchen (WIPs)
To emails i can't send fwd: Anthology
To more Fred Weasley
You’ve been talking for hours about how you shouldn’t talk for hours on end. Sitting on the floor of an empty corner of the library with candy and homework surrounding you. The recent topic of your chatter however is not the current herbology books you are required to read but how you needed to stop this situationship you have going on.
“It’s just so easy with you.” Fred laughs. He runs his fingers through his hair and you wish it could be your hands but you restrain yourself. You are trying to end things after all.
Fred chucks a jellybean at you. You catch it with your mouth. Immediately you spit it out and reach for the fizzy fig juice.
“That’s disgusting. Tasted like sweaty socks,” You grimace after chugging down half the bottle.
“What do you mean you love sweaty socks!” He wiggles his feet near your face. You push his leg away causing his body to swivel.
“Get your feet away from me!”
Fred smoothly transitions from his almost fall back to a sit up position. His legs in front of his stocky frame. Merlin how you adore his body.
“Shut up! You love all this,” and he wiggles himself.
You’re not very good at lying. Especially to Fred, so you only roll your eyes as a response.
“For reals though,” you brace yourself, “We really should stop this.”
“But we’re doing so well!” Fred pouts; he gestures to the work laying around you. Both of you completed your charms essay and you celebrated with many a kiss.
“You know that’s not what I mean!” You kneel and start clearing your side of the space. This had become a frequent meeting place for the two of you. It used to be three of you but George disappears with Angelina for a few months now.
Fred grabs your wrist. You gently stumble on top of him as he guides you to straddle him. He locks his hands in yours and pulls you near his face. You would have blushed a couple months ago but you are used to this close proximity.
“But we are doing so well,” he whispers in your ear.
And now you are kissing after a conversation about how you’d probably be better off as friends. Grasping at his ginger locks, you push him further to deepen the kiss.
His hands leaves a hot trail as they roam your body, clasping and squeezing. When your shirt rides up to uncover your back, Fred without hesitation takes the opportunity to slide and touch the your skin. It’s all you could think about. The initial burn you feel upon the contact ignites your whole body.
You moan on his lips. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale and you’re submerged again in the shared passion between you. Drowning all thoughts of ceasing the very thing you are doing.
Suddenly, you hear George cough and say it’s nearly curfew causing you break apart. You share a smile and fix each others hair.
“Same time here next weekend?” Fred winks.
As you bring yourself to stand, you say, "We won't do this again.”
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You say, “I’m done.”
“You’ve barely eaten anything off your plate!” Harry exclaims, trying to pick off your plate. You block his fork with yours.
“That’s not what I meant. Hands of my pudding!” You shove a piece in your mouth to prove your point.
“What you’re leaving school or something?” Ron asks through a mouth full of roast chicken.
“I don’t think that’s what she means either Ron.” Ginny replies.
“Oh is this about my brother again? Honestly you two need to sort yourselves out;” Ron wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Yeah you two should just admit you like each other. You think you’re being sneaky but we all know it.” Harry states.
It’s not like you don’t know you like each other but Fred doesn’t seem to want a serious relationship. Before you he would date different girls every weekend. You settle for friends… with benefits. You admit that you did try to keep it a secret at first, in order to not make it weird for others around you. But you did a poor job after the second week when Fred snogged you in the Quidditch tent post game thinking everyone had gone back to the castle. Everyone found out when Ron screamed so loudly. Since then you’ve tried to swat questions about the two of you.
“Oh bog off both of you!” Ginny shoos them off as if to physically remove them from the conversation. “Never mind them. They’re a few sandwiches short of a picnic when it comes to relationships.”
“Oi!” But Ron returns to his food when Hermione glares.
“Do you really want to be done? Don’t you want to tell him how you feel?” Hermione asks.
“I do. I don’t… but I’m still confused. I just don’t think I can take anymore of being ‘just friends’,” You air quote.
“How am I supposed to close the door when I still need the closure? I just need to figure out how to say it to him,” You push away your plate so that you can slump yourself on the desk.
Hermione grabs hold of your shoulders to sit you up and says, “Come on. It’s nearly time for class.”
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Fred keeps tabs on you on the corner of his eye. You’re stood outside your class and a Ravenclaw leans on the wall talking to you. He can’t pinpoint the name of this classmate of yours but Fred wishes he could throw a jinx their way when they brush a way a strand of hair on your face. A means to flirt with you. Fred curses under his breath.
A sudden surge of emotion runs through his veins and he unexpectedly makes his way over to you without thinking it through. The only thought in his mind is that Ravenclaw and your lips locking and he wants to squish that idea out of yours and his head.
Selfishly he doesn’t want to give you time to be on someone else's lips. He tugs you away despite your protest about the next lesson starting soon.
Next you’re behind a curtain with a secret passage. You halt a few steps in. What reason did he have to bring you here and skip third period?
“What’s wrong? Did something hap-“ Your questions were cut off when his lips crash onto yours. It reminds Fred of the first time you were in this secret passage alone.
It was during the 2 weekends before the O.W.L.’s exams. You were very stressed out studying in the library. You had gone back to your dorm to pick up a few snacks for the group. George went along with you but all three of you knew it was because he was looking for Angelina.
Staring at the pages of the charms textbook, Fred’s mind and heart started to race. All the exams were within the whole of next week and results were the Friday in the week after. So you all only had 9 days before your first exam.
Nothing seemed to stick that afternoon and you were taking a long time to return. Fred skimmed through practice questions. Who even was Felix Sumerbee? To the present day, he still doesn’t know. And he remembers he certainly knew the charm for unlocking doors and chains but what was the incantation for the locking spell?
He closed the textbook as you decided it’s best for you to take a break. Fred scribbled a note and left it on your desk that he was going to the transfiguration courtyard for some fresh air.
At 6pm in June the sun was still shining but weather in Scotland can be unpredictable so by the time you reached the courtyard, the sky drizzled small drops. He sat on a bench not minding the wetness of the rain. It distracted him from the fact he needed to go back to studying soon.
“Catch!” He heard a person say from a close direction and dodged just in time when he realised something was dangerously close to hitting his face.
“I’m so sorry. Thought you’d be quick to get that,” You said as you sat next to him; picked up the sweet on the floor and offered it to Fred.
He quickly unwraps the candy and popped it in his mouth.
“Thanks.”
You both sat there quietly, contemplating about the future ahead. He didn’t know where it was heading but it’ll all be okay since he had you and George. Fred remembers you not noticing his stare until the rain starts to pour down.
“Let’s go!” You grabbed his hand, dragging him inside. However, when you reached indoors, Fred doesn’t stop running until you reach one of the secret passageways.
“Lumos!” You recited, then placed your wand on one of the crooks of the wall.
He leaned on his knees panting and looks up at you. Soaked to the bone, you glistened in his eyes. He’s always thought you were beautiful and had a crush on you but never acted on it. Years went by and it was getting difficult to conclude whether it was a good idea if he did. He didn’t want to lose you if you didn’t feel the same or if you did and it all goes wrong.
“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” You asked Fred.
Fred didn’t know himself what it was. But he remembers how you laughed your awkward laugh when he didn’t reply. Then he remembers how you moved your hair to the back of your ears; how your face contorted with worry; how you gently touched his arm in concern…
He moved without thinking of consequences. His lips were on yours.
Soft.
Light.
Only at first.
Then
Pressure.
Heavy.
And when he pulls back, you were against the wall. Both panting.
“I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me.” He lied. He’d been waiting for that moment for years but never got the courage. So much for holding up to the Gryffindor house standards.
You startled him when you pulled his robe toward yourself and kiss him with a passion.
A whisper and the light from your wand dimmed…
The day after that event, Fred didn’t see you. Not even during movement between periods. He asked other people in your circle, but they didn’t know where you were either. Your dorm mates said you were not in bed when they woke up.
Once it was dinner time, he found you sat at the furthest table from your usual and next to your potion partner who happened to be Adrian Pucey.
“Lost Weasley?” Malfoy scowled.
“Shut up Malfoy!” Pucey glared, which Fred found incredibly strange.
“Hey.” Fred greeted you, “Where have you been?”
“I wasn’t feeling well so Adrian took me to Madam Pomfrey,” You said without looking at Fred.
“Are you feeling better? Can we talk?”
Adrian placed his arms around your shoulders as you reply, “I’m not feeling that great so maybe tomorrow.”
But tomorrow never came. You avoided him and the rumour that you were dating Adrian travelled to him through Alicia. His heart sank when he heard it.
During those weeks, you barely interacted with Fred. No matter how much he tried to. Sure, you spoke to him during class about the lesson but you weren’t you. When you spoke, he would feel a chill through his body at how cold most of your responses were. Body language was rigid and if he didn’t know better you were trying to keep to your side of the table when you were sat next to each other.
It wasn’t until George intervened and locked you in a closet that you truly interacted. You were sat on the floor twiddling your fingers whilst Fred stood as far away as he could in the little space that you were sharing. The only noise you could here is the distant chatter from students outside and the occasional cough from Fred.
He wanted to say something but didn’t really know what. He didn’t know what was going on between you but he sure as hell didn’t want to confess whatever he was feeling after how you reacted. It didn’t help that you were not even looking his way.
“I’m sorry for being a really shitty friend.” You finally spoke. Eyes still locked to the floor, you continued, “I just don’t think it’s a good idea if we got together.”
“What if we weren’t together?” He replied.
Your head shot up in confusion; “What do you mean?”
Fred didn’t exactly know what he meant either but he knew that he didn’t want to be with anyone else. He hadn’t gone on a date since your kiss, which George pointed out as strange since Fred always had a girl on his arm every Hogsmeade visit. The dates never went anywhere other than within that weekend.
“I mean… we could… just… kiss,” He studied your face for signs of aversion, “but just as friends. Y’know to blow off some steam?”
Your brow shot up.
‘Was that a good idea? Is this going to push you away further?’ Fred thought to himself.
And when you said yes, it shocked him when you pounce up to kiss him in spite of the fact that he was the one to suggest it.
As a result of this memory, Fred always seeks you when he witnesses another person hitting on you. He'll take three short hours over three long weeks pretending like you don't exist which he fears would happen if you start dating someone else. Not that you two were dating…
“Same time here next weekend?” He asks
You say, "We won't do this again."
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That night you couldn’t sleep. Tossing and turning with thoughts of Fred. You’re not sure how long you can continue like this. It may have started out as a crush on a friend but there are deeper feelings involved on your side now you’ve spent so many days with just the two of you. It won’t end well for you because surely Fred doesn’t feel the same way.
You know he finds you attractive as he compliments you during your sessions and that he likes you in some sort of way, but he obviously doesn’t want to be an official couple. If he did then why has he not asked you out on a proper date? It’s always empty rooms and secret nooks.
A confession to him would just be awkward and terrifying. It’ll risk your friendship even more. You resolve to cut things off tomorrow.
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There is something off with you, Fred notices. It was evident when your body stiffens at the touch of his arms around you. Five minutes until fifth period starts, he is walking you to your class since it’s his free period.
“You okay?” He squeezes your shoulder. Maybe you weren’t well.
“Yeah I’m fine.” You bite your bottom lip.
“You clearly aren’t. Talk to me.”
“Not right now Fred.”
He sees you grip your books tight.
“Here let me carry your books.”
“No it’s fine Fred.”
“C’mon something is wrong. You can tell me anything.”
“We’ll talk later.”
“Just tell me. I’ll help you sort it out.”
“I said later.”
“I hate seeing you sad.” He insists, “Just let me help. I’m your friend.”
At those words you snap.
“That’s just it! We’re friends but we’re not friends. I just…” After a deep breath *you say, “I’m done. I don’t want to do whatever this is between us. Let’s go back to being actual friends.”
“What?” He laughs, not taking it seriously. You had been saying that for the past few weekends and you always came back to him. Fred quickens his pace and stops when he is facing you.
“Exams have been over for months now and there aren’t any this year. So we don’t need to ‘blow off steam’,” You quote the words he said at the start of your situationship.
“Are we going to continue during the N.E.W.T.s then?” He jokes.
You, however, do not find it funny and cross your arms.
“Are we just a joke to you? Fred I can’t do this anymore and no we aren’t going to continue next year.” You sigh and shake your head.
He didn’t mean to make a joke but he couldn’t help it. This can’t be happening. This isn’t how your story was supposed to end.
You walk off to your next class but he grabs your wrist and calls out your name.
“You don’t mean that. We’re having fun, aren’t we?”
He hears you scoff at his question. Without turning to him you reply,
“Well it isn’t fun anymore. Now excuse me I need to get to class.”
Yeah, you say that you’re done but Fred is still confused. Where did this come from all of a sudden? He stays where you left him. His mouth slightly agape. Can the ground swallow him up now? Make him fall where he stands, only like you can.
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You scribble away the content the Professor writes on the chalkboard. Trying so hard to concentrate on the lesson. He drowns on about the different properties of boom berries. However, the scene of your so called break-up replays and replays in your head; you change your mind, but it's still on Fred.
That wasn’t how it was meant to go. The conversation should have gone a little more civil, instead he had the audacity to make jokes. You frown. You should have expected the school’s joker to do as his reputation says. You’d known him for so long too. Why was it such a surprise to you when takes such a serious conversation lightly? Will you patch back up together and stay friends?
You didn’t want to lose him that way. Why did you agree with it in the first place? Then you remembered how your heart fluttered at your first kiss. You had thought about how you settled for being close friends for years then with benefits for months. It was the right decision. Your heart would break even more the longer you carry on.
When you broke the news to Hermione whilst you walked to watch the quidditch practice, she agreed it was the right decision. You debated on whether it was a good idea to attend the Gryffindor practice session but it was your way of getting things back to before. Back to normal. You even brought his and George’s favourite snacks.
You wave at him from the bleachers and your heart swells with glee when he returns the gesture.
“See nothing to worry about.” Hermione reassures you.
Hermione confided in her liking Ron at the start of last year in which you returned her trust by telling her about Fred. She insisted that he felt the same about you but you brushed it off saying it was just a brief infatuation that should go away given that you were close friends.
“Watch out!”
A bludger heading your way is immediately hit by Fred. The eye contact between you sends your cheeks blushing. Fuck he looked gorgeous in his sports gear. That’s when you know that after the aftermath, you know you will be coming back.
Next you’re in his bedroom and it won't be the last time.
Head and heart are floating at the touch of his skin on yours. Fred caresses your body, clouding the judgement of the voice in your head. His kisses are rough as if to say I missed you when it’s only been a day they were apart from yours. You claw his back and he removes his jumper.
How are you supposed to leave him now that you're already over?
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Not really a DFO translator: chapter 363
All the Bakugou fans: “ His heart only stopped after he exploded from the inside and he hasn't breathed in a couple of minutes. Since when is that enough to really kill someone?”
AFO: “You should have invited me to that parent-teacher meeting because I had many things to say.”
AFO: “I miss him. T_T It’s been at least twenty chapters since I last saw my boy. How many heroes do I have to kill before he manifests out of sheer rage?”
AFO: “Of course, I am saying that but I don’t remember you being all that upset about recruiting children to fight against the MLA, back when you had as many heroes as you wanted.”
Rumi: *glares*
AFO: “Are you trying to melt my brain with your mind?”
Rumi: “Is it working?”
AFO: “Just as well as your plan to have children fight the Symbol of Evil and to stay alive.”
Shouto: “I would really like to save my brother.”
Burnin: “What is there left to save???”
Shouto: “Well, I truly believe that deep down, there is still some good left..”
Burnin:” No, I mean, what is there left to save? He is five minutes away from turning into actual charcoal.”
Dabi: “It is but a scratch.”
Tenya: “We can literally see your flesh turning into wax from here.”
Shouto: “Hey, nothing that a good night of sleep and soba can’t fix, right?”
Dabi: “Do I look like I’m in any shape to go to the mountains to fight my father?”
AFO: “The solo arc was the best part of the manga and I am still mad that you interrupted it with your power of friendship moment.”
AFO spy 1: “Please, All for One, pick up. I know you told us to kidnap that green-haired-woman but there is a teacher here who scares us.”
AFO spy 2: “... Her eyes have no soul.”
Hawks: “Endeavor?”
Endeavor, muttering: “There is being bad at being a number 1 hero and there is hitting All for One with your fiercest attack only to somehow manage to completely regenerate the freaking Symbol of Evil...”
Hawks: “Endeavor!”
Endeavor: ”What?”
Hawks: “What do we do?”
AFO: “Well, I could leave you alive and go find my son.”
Hawks: “Really?”
AFO: “Hahaha - Of course not. You destroyed my nice outfit. You deserve no mercy.”
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My Obey Me (remake) Sims are done!!! I've compiled a full list of my CC I used that i'll include in links below. I am planning on uploading them to the gallery but there was a conflicting mod that kind of messed things up so I have to make sure it's all fixed. But i'll let you guys know when they are uploaded if you want to play with them! They are also all spellcasters, so Realm of Magic is recommended! I'm also working on Diavolo and Barbatos, and i have some cc to make Simeon at some point too.
I used a lot of stuff from @scyllasims because they are absolutely amazing for creating all the Obey Me cc. Like, I know you aren't active anymore but just know I love you. Giving you literally the biggest, squeeziest hug. I also got a majority of my stuff from @demonsongbird as well on LoversLab. Thank you, you also get a huge hug from me!! I'm so thankful that you shared them with us!
Alright, Sims are below the cut! Let me know if you have any questions! There's a few things i couldn't find again for the life of me or I may have just forgot.
Edit: I forgot to mention their “human” forms have the horns because I literally can’t remove them without removing from the entirety of the outfits 🙄 I could have taken them off for the sake of the photos but oh well lol
Lucifer
Hair: Scyllasims
Horns: Scyllasims
Wings: Scyllasims
Eyes: Scyllasims (one preset in eye colors, gradient overlay in tattoos)
Eyebrows: Pralinesims April Eyebrow Pack
Skin Overlay: ArchiveFaction boyband Genic Set (i think)
Vest/Jacket/Pants: Scyllasims
Shoes: Kingsmen Set by thisiskiro
Demon Form Jacket: from Demonsongbird on LoversLab NSFW 18+(I can't find the original creator's cc link T_T)
Jewel Tattoo: Diamond Seal Face Paint
Mammon
(god i'm so excited about his sim i actually spent so much time making the demon form)
Hair: Kijiko or you can use Scyllasims. I just like how Kijiko's looks on him.
Horns: Scyllasims
Wings: Scyllasims
Eyes: Scyllasims
Glasses & Demon Markings: Mammoney by Dro
Jacket 1: Darte77 Bomber Jacket
Jacket 2: TEOS Male Leather Jacket (clips a little into the jeans)
Jeans: Belted jeans by Darte77
Pants Demon Form: TIME Combat Trousers
Shirt Demon Form: Male Clothes Set by Nell
Harness: Regina Raven
Leviathan
Hair: Kijiko or you can use Scyllasims
Eyes: Scyllasims
Horns: Scyllasims
Tail: Scyllasims
Headphones: Aurisk Headphones
Scales: Pyxiidis Interstellar Alien Overlays
Jacket: The Sims 4 University
Sweatpants: The Sims 4 High School Years
Shoes: The Sims 4 Spa Day
Demon Form Jacket: The Sims 4 City Living
Demon Form Jeans: The Sims 4 City Living
Satan
Hair: Scyllasims
Eyes: Scyllasims
Horns: Scyllasims
Tail: Scyllasims
Skin Overlay: Fugue
Eyebrows: Pralinesims April Eyebrow Pack
Sweater: from Demonsongbird on LoversLab (NSFW 18+; i can't find the original creator for the cc)
Jeans: The Sims 4 (i think it's just base game)
Jeans 2: I seriously couldn't find them I'm so sorry
Demon Form Jacket: Bomber Jacket by Darte77
Asmodeus
Hair: Scyllasims
Eyes: Scyllasims
Horns: Scyllasims
Wings: Scyllasims
Earrings: MYOBI Cross Earrings
Earrings 2: Giuliettasims Scorpion Earrings
Scarf: S-Club Scarf
Pants: SSTS Pants
Demon Form Vest: F.A.T.E zip up top
Demon Form Pants: Spank Leather Leggings
Lipstick: Stability
Eyeshadow: The Avocado Collection by Pralinesims
Demon Form Heels: The Sims 4 Luxury Party Stuff
Bracelets: The Sims 4 base game
Beelzebub
Hair: Kijiko or you can use Scyllasims Hair
Eyes: Scyllasims
Horns: Scyllasims
Wings: Scyllasims
Skin Overlay: Fugue
Freckles: Freckles #4 by Pralinesims
Joggers: jogger pants by Darte77
Shoes: The Sims 4 Spa Day
Jacket: The Sims 4 Base Game
Demon Form Jeans: The Sims 4 Realm of Magic
Demon Form Boots: The Sims 4 Base Game
Demon Form Jacket: The Sims 4 High School Years
Belphegor
i seriously tried to give him cow spots in his demon form but it didn't look right i was so sad. T_T Also couldn't find a cow print hoodie to save my life.
Hair: Scyllasims
Eyes: Scyllasims
Horns: Scyllasims
Tail: Scyllasims
Freckles: Freckles #4 by Pralinesims
Eyelashes: 3D lashes by Miiko
Sweater: Imadako
Pants: Willy Pants by Birba32 ( I think?)
Boots: Urban Boots
Demon form Joggers: Sims 4 Get Together
Demon Form Jacket: High School Years
Gloves: Sims 4 Base Game
#my posts#obey me#obey me! shall we date?#obey me! one master to rule them all#obey me sims#the sims 4#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor
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Can you do a fluff with a hint of smut Steve Harrington request where the older kids go to one of Eddie’s concerts and Steve and the reader end up making out in a gross bathroom finally able to let loose and be young and in love again since they haven’t had time to themselves between the Upside Down and making sure the kids are okay?
𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.
— steve harrington x f!reader
warnings; semi-smut? nothing much.
a/n; i hope i got close to what you wanted! to be honest, i finished this last night like right after i got the request so i hope it doesn’t seem too rushed T_T and i apologize for it being so short!
word count; 1.3k
her head was pounding. between dustin’s whinings about not getting to go to the concert, robin rambling nonstop about something keith had done at the family video earlier in the day, to now the cacophony of electric guitars, drums, and screaming fans permeating the tightly compacted room she was now squeezed into— it was safe to say that she was not having the bestest of days. she did her best to focus on her friend, eddie, as he fingered his precious warlock, and while she’d admit that he was pretty damn good at what he did, she couldn’t get past all the noise.
“you alright?”
she glanced over to her boyfriend as he leaned down beside her, his chin practically on her shoulder due to how close they had to stand. he must’ve noticed the way she had been grimacing and rubbing her temples, all in attempt to soothe the tension on the other side of her skull. “oh, yeah. i just love having screaming fangirls in my ears and practically having my finger up the ass of the person in front of me,” she replied, her sarcasm laced in every syllable. steve’s lips curved up into a smile as he threw his arm around her shoulder, squeezing her tense muscles there. “don’t even get me started. i’m wondering if i should call the cops on the guy behind me, like, i know my ass is irresistible but this is getting ridiculous.”
it earned a laugh from her, and she surged into his side, letting his warm arms and sweaty palms sear her own dewy skin. she fixed her eyes back onto the stage at eddie as he bent down towards the crowd, shredding his guitar whilst banging his head to the beat. “at least it looks like he’s having fun. how’s robin?” she turned and strained her neck to see over steve’s shoulder at their friend, but all she could catch was a swift glance of dirty blonde hair. “she’s been all over vickie tonight. i think she’s having a great time,” steve reassured, leaning down to press his lips against the crown of her head. she grinned at the thought that robin was happy, finally able to talk to the girl of her dreams without feeling like she’d throw up every few seconds.
alas, it still wasn’t enough to clear the aching in her head.
she grimaced once more when it seemed as though the music grew even louder than before, if it was even possible. she felt steve’s fingers tighten around her shoulder and she gazed up at him, umber irises seeming to glow even just from the stage lights. “how about you? are you enjoying the show?” he questioned, lips working against her ear. she felt her cheeks burned at the feeling of his breath fanning her skin, and she turned to tug him down to her level, her own lips against the shell of his ear. “eddie’s real good, don’t get me wrong, but i’ve never really been much of a metal person.”
steve smiled against her ear, “me neither.”
before she even knew it, steve’s fingers were laced together with hers and he was guiding her through the seemingly endless maze of people before finally making their way out into the lobby, where there was nobody except for a couple of stand-in guards outside the venue door. “steve, we can’t just leave robin and vickie,” she giggled when he stepped towards the exit, and he winced, fluttering his eyelids closed and leaning back against the wall. she chuckled as she squeezed his hand, pressing herself against him, her lips pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. “there’s always the bathroom though, you know…”
it was how she ended up pressed against the most disgusting bathroom wall in all of hawkins, steve’s lips sloppily pressed against hers, his damp palms wandering her body. she mewled into his mouth as she tugged at the roots of his hair on the back of his head, her opposite hand grasping onto his elbow for stability.
“st—“ a moan interrupted her when she felt the tent in his pants up against her clothed cunt, her arousal pooling in her panties. “shit, steve,” she whimpered, her hands on his biceps in attempt to push him away, and he granted her a break for air. “hm?” he hummed in question, his lips dipping down to her collarbone, licking, kissing, sucking her skin there. her knees just about gave out on her, and if she didn’t stop herself now, it wouldn’t be long before she was a puddle of magma at his feet. “steve, i love you, and i want you more than anything right now, but i am not having sex with you in here. i feel like i’m catching seventy-three diseases just being in here.”
his smile was a crescent against her flesh, and his shoulders heaved while he laughed, his forehead falling against her shoulder. she chuckled along with him, her fingernails tracing patterns into his back. “wasn’t this your idea?” he murmured as he straightened back up, his forehead resting against her own. “i mean, coming into the bathroom and all.” she giggled again, “well, yeah, but i didn’t expect it to be this filthy.”
“hon, it’s a bathroom of a run-down concert venue slash bar. what exactly were you expecting?”
she playfully slapped his chest as they broke into laughter, his lips chasing and capturing hers in a single, chaste kiss. “yeah, yeah, you don’t have to be such a smart-ass,” she tittered, her arms hanging lazily over his shoulders, fingers brushing against her own behind his neck. a small silence ensued, in which all they could do was gaze into one another’s eyes, surfing through each other’s waters, relishing every star’s reflection in them.
“this is nice,” he murmured. “just being here with you. alone for once.”
her lips cracked into a smile again, “yeah. that’s a plus.”
eddie’s band’s music, although muffled, still echoed throughout the room, every once in awhile, a lyric she could make out whispering through the walls. but it didn’t matter anyways, it was all background noise for all she cared. all she cared about was steve— the fact that he was here, enveloped in her arms and she in his, alive and well.
she wasn’t sure if she’d ever get to experience something like this again, not after what’s happened recently with the gates, and vecna, and the damn demobats. she recalled that day when vecna almost got max in the cemetery, the way she felt she couldn’t breathe as she searched for that kate bush song max had been fixated on lately. she recalled that night when steve had been attacked, and she recalled that feeling of sheer terror she felt, and the adrenaline that kicked up inside of her when she stepped up to fight them off of him. she could remember the way her heart beat then, and she swore she could feel it now—
“hey. hey, what’s wrong? look at me.”
steve’s forefinger hooked beneath her chin as he tilted her face up towards his, his brows furrowed, a wrinkle in his brow as he studied her face. she could feel her lips tremble when he brushed the pad of his thumb over them, but she also felt herself relax in relief. “nothing. i’m just— i’m just glad you’re here.”
his face softened, and his fingers threaded through the tresses on the back of her head, drawing her into his chest, his opposite palms soothing over the landscape of her back. “yeah, i’m here baby, always going to be right here.”
she clawed at the fabric of his shirt, taking in his scent and savoring it, basking in the presence of her steve. “do you think eddie or robin has noticed we’ve gone missing?” she suddenly asked, voice muffled due to her face being stuffed in his chest.
“robin? nah. eddie?” he paused to laugh. “i don’t give a shit. this is way better than being in there, even if we do end up catching seventy-three diseases.”
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington headcanon#steve harrington smut#steve harrington fic#steve harrington fanfic#stranger things#stranger things x reader#stranger things x you#stranger things x y/n#stranger things headcanons#stranger things fic#stranger things fanfic#stranger things smut#stranger things fluff#steve harrington fluff
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ooooh glad to see your requests are open again!! how about- "things you said that i wasn't meant to hear" for shikako and kakashi?
Oooh, anon, the first thing that came to my mind with this prompt was pretty mean. Like… I’m going to explain what it was after, but I think it might be TOO mean to actually write in full:
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Naruto is the one to go through the pictures, of course, the colors faded with age; but the bright blue of his father’s eyes and deep red of his mother’s hair still visible. He presses uncharacteristically gentle hands against the worn fabric of a light pink kitchen apron, a jacket with bold patterns around the red Uzumaki spiral, an unused baby blanket with his name embroidered on it. The soft sentimental things, remnants of a family that should have been, this is what Naruto focuses on as he finally, belatedly, goes through the inheritance that should have been his all along.
Kakashi says nothing, turns away so as to give his student a small amount of privacy, but does not leave him. Not this time.
Down the hall, his other students are focused instead on the more practical items: Weapons and armor. Storage scrolls—some of which are labeled, but the majority of which are not. Fuinjutsu research notes both in Minato-sensei’s slanted chicken scratch and Kushina-san’s looping, cresting hand.
“This is fine,” he hears Sasuke say, no doubt using his Sharingan to pick up any hidden, lingering security techniques. “Something’s weird about that shelf, we should skip it for now.”
“Look at all of this,” Shikako’s words are followed by the rapid rustling of paper. “This is beyond ingenious, this is… this is impossible.”
The part of Kakashi that isn’t constantly grieving feels second hand pride on behalf of his mentor.
“You do the impossible all the time,” Sasuke’s response is somehow flat yet still conveys exasperation.
“Not like this,” she says, her tone absolutely certain, not just the usual flavor of humility and self-doubt. “I can’t even imagine… to have been able to learn from either of them—from both of them?—I would have been able to do so much.”
Sasuke says something after that, but the words don’t make it through to Kakashi. The constantly grieving part of him rises swiftly as guilt, flooding his ears with white noise. Because he knows Shikako would never imply it, but he can hear it anyway:
Had she been Minato-sensei’s student, had she been the child practically adopted by Kushina-san through force of will alone, had she been there, then, if it had been her…
She would have been able to do so much better than Kakashi did.
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Okay, it’s pretty short and I took a lot of the sting out of it, but the original idea was basically going to JUST be Shikako and Kakashi going through some of Minato’s old fuinjutsu notes and then Shikako kind of accidentally implying that had Kakashi bothered to learn under Konoha’s, perhaps, greatest fuinjutsu master (I think Minato apparently perfected a lot of things Tobirama only had protoypes for?) then a lot of tragedies, both personal and public, wouldn’t have happened or been as bad. I think the meanest one that came to me was that Rin wouldn’t have died since Minato had been working on a way to temporarily transfer a jinchuuriki seal from a person onto an item—probably in preparation for Naruto’s birth—such that they both could have made it home to Konoha where then the actual sealing masters could fix the seal on Rin which, uhhhhh, so sorry Kakashi T_T
There were other things like—a student of a sealing master (especially one that had Sharingan) would have noticed and been able to tweak or remove ROOT seals or find Orochimaru’s fucked up laboratories, etc. etc.
Just me bullying Kakashi, the saddest string bean in the world.
But at least I made it a little nicer? Oof, soooo sorry, anon, I can’t really think of anything else that is as meanly compelling as this.
#jacksgreyson#anonymous#ask box advent calendar#fanfiction#writing#brainstorm#dreaming of sunshine#kakashi hatake#shikako nara#naruto uzumaki#sasuke uchiha#ask box things you said
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Overblot MC
Content warning: insanity, violence, physical assault, maleficium, mentions of killing and death
Also spoilers from Chapters 1-6
Yes I know Yuu/MC/Prefect is magicless and all. What if Yuu absorbs the blot and magic without realizing and one day…
explodes? Like they are the Wolf in Sheep's clothing? (*insert song reference here*) It is not even the magic of their own,
it was the copy that Yuu had absorbed and made Yuu cast it to anybody who harmed them. They made Yuu suffer afterall.
I guess this overblot MC is right after the Diasomnia chapter. If Yuu ever had a mental breakdown and say it was everyone's fault, which it really was... And lets go with the Overblot dorm heads.
Riddle Rosehearts:
Riddle becomes guilty after looking through Yuu's blot mark on their neck like it represents the unique magic he casted on them before.
He almost lost his guilt after he gets his unique magic, "Off with your head" backfired on him. So Riddle can't use any magic. He can't fight anymore so it's useless, now this guy gotta use his hands to fight.
Yuu slaps him with rose bushes because that was what Riddle uses to attack Yuu during his overblot. And now it was backfired.
Or simply gets his neck slashed, almost killing him.
Leona Kingscholar:
Realizes that he is also the main cause of Yuu overblotting and regrets being rude to the prefect.
One of his arms get crumbled because that was the hand that he used to cast his unique magic on Yuu, gladly he was saved by the hyena. Poor guy losing one of his arms, good luck using a single hand in the future… if you ever survive.
This guy is Yuu's main target for scratching like he is Yuu's scratching post.
Gets scratched on the face by Yuu's overblot claws and Leona gets temporarily blinded.
Azul Ashengrotto:
Azul regrets being greedy.
I personally think that this guy gets the most karma because of his greediness and almost killing Yuu before and during his overblot.
He almost gets crumbled with the warped magic of Leona, cuz it isn't safe for a merman to get crumbled right? So Yuu planned to do this like bruh.
Or he gets strangled/squeezed with the overblot tentacles Yuu has.
Azul used to squeeze Yuu with his tentacles during his overblot, but now it is backfired (again)
Jamil Viper:
Oh, Jamil… you should have realize that you aren't the only slave here.
One of his eyes gets slashed since he used his eyes to cast his unique magic to hypnotize Yuu.
YEAHHH BOII USE YOUR BRAIN BEFORE USING HYPNOSIS ON A PERSON AND DUDE U JUST FACED THE CONSEQUENCES OMGGGGG
Or this guy gets bitten by Yuu's overblot snake hair. Inspired by Celia x Mike from Monsters Inc. but this ain't the snakes kissing, its biting ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Vil Schoenheit:
He was saddened because he also was the main cause for the prefect's overblot. And he realized just now being all envious and angry can't make him the fairest one and this is which also affected the poor Yuu.
He gotten himself poisoned as he also poisoned Yuu during his overblot.
Or his face was slashed by Yuu since they want to make him feel bad because he lost his beauty from a permanent scar on his face. Vil also hurt them so Yuu used an uno reverse card on him.
Vil cries because not even magic could fix his beauty anymore.
Idia Shroud:
This guy should have touched grass and protected Yuu.
Idia is chill but he hurt Yuu… Soooooo the mighty Yuu punches this guy.
etong putang inang gago na mangkukulam gumagamit ng selpon para sa ✨mahiwagang bobong mahika✨ WHAHSDGHASHDGASHSDGHA
Ignore that part, it doesn't make sense.
Malleus Draconia:
You should have protected your child of man gently T_T
nah Tsunotaro can you even defeat a person who used to be weak?
Lets hope that Mal Mal won't use any magic to hurt Yuu, since Yuu hates getting hurt again. If he ever does, Yuu would get angered.
Yuu/MC/Prefect:
They are the overblot themselves.
Went apeshit after suffering. Screaming out their pain and destroying whoever they despised.
Literally has the overblot counterparts that the overblot dorm heads had.
The therapist who now needed therapy.
Probably canon that they are a Wolf in Sheep's clothing.
They don't care what is happening anymore since all they cared for is revenge.
The boys almost killed them and now Yuu plans for payback :)
Enjoys committing arson in campus because they wanted to see the people harm them to suffer. KARMA'S GONNA COME COLLECT YOUR DEBT WOOOHOOOOOO
Yuu spares the people who never hurt them, yet the people who were spared still ended up getting injured.
The entire NRC is fucked because of this kid going apeshit, thank you Crowley <3
Night Raven College:
Realizes that they are fucked because the "magicless" person they used to pick on becomes the scariest thing that scars them for life.
I wonder if that old man teacher inspired by the villain from Cinderella even survives.
The overblot dorm heads and Crowley (yay birdman) were the people who suffers the most.
Crowley needs to ready his allowance to repair NRC even though the school has already crumbled down. Tsunotaro ain't gonna fix this mess cuz he mad at birdman.
Sadly the overblot dorm heads suffers not just from guilt, even their life is getting crushed.
It is already too late to apologize.
If anybody wasn't even injured then that guy is blessed with pure luck.
Take the blame on Crowley
The boys may be handsome and I love them, yet they made the prefect suffer. Let us make the boys suffer the consequences for once and make them see how much weight they put on Yuu's shoulders.
…This one is a little bit inspired by thesunshineriptide's "Overblot Prefect" hc :>
#twistedwonderland#twisted wonderland#twst#riddle rosehearts#leona kingscholar#azul ashengrotto#jamil viper#vil schoenheit#idia shroud#malleus draconia#twst riddle#twst leona#twst azul#twst jamil#twst vil#twst idia#twst malleus#twst mc#twst yuu#overblot!yuu#overblot Yuu#overblot
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Inspired by Clueless last night:
sqx: and then she called me a virgin who can’t drive T_T
pm: I can fix that
sqx: ………
pm: the can’t drive part
#peixuan#Pei Ming#shi qingxuan#tgcf#I have a wip of pm teaching sqx to drive haha#sqx feels like he would be a terrible driver#and swd would be the worst teacher#the first thing pm does in the wip is kick swd out of the car
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The Untold Romantic Stories of Renowned Witches of Hogwarts Vol. 1 (F!Ravenclaw x Seb Sallow)Pt. 1
The reason why I wrote this little story, It was 2 am, browsing through tumblr seeing S.S. x Hufflepuff, S.S. x Slytherin and so on. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen S.S. x Gryffindor or S.S. x Ravenclaw that much. If there are stories about what I mentioned before, if you don’t mind me troubling any of you who somehow stumbles upon this post, would you please redirect me to the stories T_T I honestly would rather read other people’s hard work and imagine what was happening rather than me trying hard using all of my brain cells to come up with more descriptions.
Author DC: All characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18+ as you might’ve noticed that in game where they start as a fifth year, they were somewhere between 14-16. and I’d really not appreciate it I wrote a possible explicit love story about a 14-16 y/o. FBI would defo come to my house and mess me up fr fr.
It has been 2 years since I first attended Hogwarts, though I started as a 5th year student, I must say I feel like I’ve been here since Year 1. Year 7 and after this it’s either be an Auror or a researcher. Whichever works best for me. In the Ravenclaw Common Room, the newly sorted first-years are admiring the place, making me reminisce about the time when I first got here. I always rethink about the time when the sorting hat said ‘Ravenclaw!’, there were moments when I felt like I didn’t belong in Ravenclaw, when I was duelling Sebastian I felt something. Something that made me want more of it, that lust didn’t stop there; when I saw Isidora’s memories it happened again. I wanted power more than anything else. It’s as if my ambition sparked when those events happened. I walked out of the Common Room to head up to the Astronomy Tower, and to my surprise Sebastian was waiting for me. “Fancy seeing you here.” he says smirking. “And you too. It’s rare to see you in this part of the castle. You’re usually in the Defense Against the Dark Arts tower or the Library.” I said back. “Well, you didn’t show up in the Great Hall for breakfast so I decided to pick you up, assuming you’re on your way to the Great Hall.” “Ah well I was planning on going up the tower to return a book to Amit. I borrowed his book about constellations and their mythological stories.” I said tracing the book’s spine with my other hand. Sebastian looks down at my hands and sees the book. “Oh. Perhaps I should accompany you.” he said. For some odd reason I felt a hint of jealousy in his eyes. But I disregard it. We walked up the tower to find Amit adjusting his telescope, “Good Morning Amit.” I said. “Oh Y/N, great timing. I was going to wait to ask you later in class but now’s a perfect time too.” he said looking up. “Ask me what?” I asked. “You see, I found an Astronomy Table with- don’t freak out. With a telescope attached to it. I’ve tried removing the telescope but I couldn’t, it was as if it was fixed on the thing. The telescope is beautiful, however, it’s almost as if it was made for you!” He exclaimed. “Huh, how can a telescope be much prettier than y/n?” asked Sebastian his arms crossed and his left eyebrow raised. “I-i mean, Y/N is beautiful! The telescope is just pretty and an inanimate object.” Amit says. I chuckled because it was the funniest comeback I’ve heard from other people. Sebastian was going to say something but he refrained from doing so, instead I heard him mutter something under his breath that I can’t quite hear well. “You’re damn right, she is.” “But anyway! You didn’t come all the way up here for stargazing, right?” Amit says. “Ah right! Here’s your book back. I’ve already finished it and made some notes about it. Made an essay about Andromeda, the chained lady.” I said. “An interesting story. Oh, your friend’s leaving.” Amit says as he tilts his head to the side, I turn around and see Sebastian descend the stairs. “Well then, if you’ll excuse me.” I said I bowed down to Amit and chased after Sebastian. “Wait for me! I know you’re hungry but you could’ve said something-” As I catch up to him, Sebastian stops in his tracks and slams the wall behind me, trapping me. I can feel the warmth his body emanates and his breath on my face. He was kind of breathing heavily. “Sebastian..?” I said, afraid of looking up at him, afraid of looking at his eyes. Is this the Sebastian I knew? “Don’t go.” he said almost angrily. “I’m not going anywhere?” I said, confused at the situation I am currently in. I summoned every courage I had and looked at him. Back then, I didn’t realise that Sebastian was really taller than me, with him being this close to me I felt somewhat afraid yet somewhat safe. His brown eyes are really enthralling, and his scent smells like paper and earl-grey tea. It’s a scent that I like.
His lips softly curled upwards, he was smiling. He pulled away and took out his hand. I was lost there for a moment, I was dumbfounded with what just happened. I placed my hand on his hand and our fingers intertwined. We used the Floo System to get to the Great Hall. Normally, I would be sitting with my Ravenclaw friends, but for some reason, my hand is still intertwined with Sebastian’s. So perhaps this is what he meant by ‘Don’t go.’? He placed our joined hands inside his coat and he whispers “Your hand’s cold.” “Ah! I brought my own gloves. Let me jus-” “No.” he said while gripping a little tighter. While I was eating my toast, Sebastian’s reading something. “I thought you were hungry.” I said. He ignored my comment. “Oh! That’s it! My hand is-” I can feel his grip tighten again. “Perhaps I should feed you?” I asked. “Like a mother bird to her baby bird minus me chewing the thing and basically vomiting it to your mo-” “Say less. Please. Please for the love of Merlin, say less.” Sebastian groaned as he reluctantly let my hand go. I study his face to see what he’s feeling, usually I should be able to read him like a book like I specifically have Legilimens that only work on Sebastian. Ominis often joked about how he couldn’t read him and that he needed me to read Sebastian’s mind, and of course I played along. But that happened a long time ago. Sebastian finally ate the cold toast that had been sitting idly on a plate. As for me, I tried to get out of my seat only for Sebastian to ask me “Where do you think you’re going?” he asks one hand on my sleeve and the other on the toast. “I was just going over to the Ravenclaw table to say hello.” I said. His brow slightly furrowed, he finishes up his toast and grabs his book that he had been reading and “Let’s go then.” He says. “You sure you’re not going to leave me like before?” I jokingly asked. I saw his cheeks puffed and I can visibly see the freckles on his face. We were on our way to the Ravenclaw Table when “Hello Y/N. Sallow. I have a question for you, Y/N.” Leander says. I slightly tilt my head. “Of course, what’s your question?” I asked. “Are you perhaps free this Saturday? I was hoping we could catch up and-” “I’m afraid she already has made plans with me, Prewett.” Sebastian said walking in front of me, I never realised that Sebastian’s back is big, like a wall. “We do?” I quietly asked. He nodded and smirked. “Oh. another time then, perhaps?” Leander asks. I peak out and say “Of course!” I said. As Leander walks away “Of course? Of course??” his voice was angry but he said it low so as to not raise any commotions. “What’s wrong with that? I haven’t spoken to Leander over at break an-” “So you usually speak to him, then?” He says he folds his arms and his brows are furrowed. “I don’t understand why you’re mad about that.” I said. “I- you know what. Never mind.” he says as he stomps off. “Sebastian, wait!” I tried running after him but I was stopped by Garreth who was carrying a new concoction he made. I bumped into Garreth and his potion, the potion bottle cracked due to the impact and the contents of the said bottle has been poured all over my robe. “Ah! Y/N I am so sorry! I was too engrossed with my potion and- Oh um… ah.” “It’s alright, Garreth. It was my fault, I wasn’t looking.” I looked up at Garreth to see his face, for some odd reason he was flustered and he was looking to the side. “Garreth, are you alright?” I asked, concerned if he was hurt during our little accident. “No I am not.. Um your cloak…and uniform…” he said quietly. “My cloak and unif-” I looked down and saw that most of it was disappearing. I quickly cover myself with my hands. Garreth removes his cloak and covers me up and helps me off the ground. “I- thank you, Garreth.” I can feel my cheeks burn due to the embarrassment. Luckily none of the students saw what had happened. As Garreth escorts me to the Ravenclaw tower, we encounter Sebastian, “I take my eyes off of you and this what happened? What exactly happened?” his voice was back to normal, good it seemed that he has calmed down. “I bump-” “It was my fault, I was just admiring my new potion, I didn’t know that the potion would do that.” he says, I can see his face get flustered again. “I’ll take it from here, Weasley.” Sebastian says, his tone was something I’ve never heard before. It sounds like he’s angry but somehow not. I can’t understand this man sometimes. Sebastian takes off his cloak and drapes it over me. He removes Garreth’s cloak that has been keeping my dignity intact. “Here.” Sebastian shoves the cloak back to Garreth’s hands. “I’m really sorry, Y/N. I’ll make it up to you!” he says. Sebastian took my hand and we hurriedly walked towards the Undercroft. Still holding my hand, we stopped in the middle of the room. He slowly turned around.”Are you alright?” his voice was soft, he wasn't staring at me directly but for some reason I could feel his gaze, I blush. “Gods, you don’t know what you do to me.” He says. “You’re driving me nuts, Y/N.” he continues. He pulls me close, hugging me. I can hear his heartbeat, it’s beating way too fast. “Sebastian, you need to calm down. Your heart… it’s beating way too fast.” I said. I haven’t got a clue on what’s exactly happening. But I can feel his emotions through his actions. After all, Sebastian’s the type of man to be straightforward with their feelings: the type of person I like. I tap his back signalling him that I can’t breathe, “My apologies.” his face, still flustered. He stared down at me, “That stupid Weasley. I can’t believe he-” “It was an accident. It was my fault that the potion’s contents spilled on me.” I cut him off, making sure that Garreth doesn’t enter Sebastian’s list of people he would duel to possible death.
Hope that you sort of enjoyed my work. I drank some caffeine while I was writing this and I must say that it wasn’t pleasant, guess I should stick to tea leaves or what-not. Cheers!
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i managed to find a first wave skulltimate secrets draculaura for a decent price. description said she comes with all her accessories and was only displayed, so i bought her since i’m really looking for her and she tends to sell pretty quickly when she’s listed for a good price and brand new
the issue ?? she came and had this odd smell to her :(( the description didn’t say she did and now i’m trying to get rid of it >.< also, i’m not sure what the smell is. my guess is cigarette smoke since that tends to attach itself to stuff but i can’t say for sure. i’ve never had anything that reeks of cigarette smoke so idk what it smells like on dolls or objects T_T
also, the box didn’t smell like anything and no scent came out when i opened it either… it’s just the locker, doll and everything else which to me makes everything even weirder
she arrived yesterday so i washed her with dish soap. didn’t do much i guess. it did help fix and soften her hair though !! even went full on disinfectant on her. i sprayed her with lysol and put hand sanitizer on her and the accessories. still didn’t do anything ?? i even sprayed her with rubbing alcohol and nothing :((
today i drowned her in vinegar for over an hour, followed by another dish soap wash, and then more vinegar. let’s hope that works >.< i left doll, locker and accessories to dry outside in the sun and she’ll stay there until tomorrow. probably not a good idea but idk what to do anymore😭
if the smell doesn’t go away, i’ll be forced to get rid of her. i know that’s bad and a waste and i truly don’t wanna do that cuz i really want this drac, but i don’t know what to do anymore. i don’t want an item like this in the house and i don’t wanna donate it cuz that’ll only put it in someone else’s home and possibly given to a child
perhaps i’ll give her another drowning in vinegar (??) but if it doesn’t work, she’ll have to go :((
i looked up how to get rid of cigarette smoke on dolls and all methods seem to simply mask the smell and not truly get rid of it (??), so i went with vinegar since it seemed like the most disinfectant method >.<
i hope it works. i really want her and i don’t wanna throw her out. sure, you could also point out it was a waste of money but money comes back so it truly doesn’t matter to me at this point >.<
sorry for the ramble >.< i had to let out my slight frustrations with this. kinda wack since i was hunting down this drac, which is super hard to find for a decent price, and she might have to go :((
#monster high#monster high skulltimate secrets#monster high gen 3 dolls#monster high draculaura#draculaura
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snw2 #9 spoilers
- they didn’t lie to me
gonna get this Kirk smiling at La’an T_T (unless they edit the scene differently)
and I’M GOING TO GET MY UNA AND KIRK WISH!!!!! (there’s one more scene where I think they’re fixing something together, even though if Kirk is doing the fixing it’s like - that’s not his ship lol)
- can’t believe they’re giving me Una/Kirk and La’an/Kirk episode
<3
BUT LA’AN IS GOING TO GET HER CAPTAIN JAMES KIRK FANTASY sjdhajfhdsjghjdsghjdshgjhsdjg
this is what she wore in Tomorrow3 (and I guess she might get “transported back”)
they’re both wearing clothes from Tomorrow3 (at least it looks like that anyway)
this is so sweet, I’m gonna cry
- how to make me interested in a musical episode? Give me Kirk/La’an and all’s well~
I have never watched a show that had a musical episode, so I was like why? I don’t need this (if true), well, turns out I do need it because they’re catering to me specifically.
even though La’an’s fantasy might complicate prime!Kirk/La’an, but we’ll see. But I just really want them to form a real connection in future seasons. Please. (just don’t have any indications that it can’t happen, that’s all I ask for. I want to write a fic while waiting for s3, and if there was something said, I could lose all my drive...)
(although it’s like how is Kirk on the Enterprise again? lol Who is he visiting this time, especially since it’s Una and La’an welcoming him?)
- Una and La’an having a drink and talking about their Kirk times /jk lol Glad to see Una and La’an getting friendship scenes again
- I wonder if Batel is there or if Pike’s having a fantasy on his own
- I wonder how much this is gonna be ‘what happens in a musical episode stays in a musical episode’, or if it’s gonna have some influence on future development...
(wonder if Spock’s gonna be immune lol)
#snw nonsense#what a thing to wake up to#how am i supposed to wait???#ka'an#kirk x la'an#snw spoilers#jim kirk#la'an noonien singh#una chin riley
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Little Bird Blob Update
1. I hope you’re ready for chapter 10, because I’m not. :D
2. Yes, I’m more than a bit nervous about this chapter, and again unsatisfied, but it contains some important developments & points that are inevitable, needed & fixed—it’s not like I can skip it and move on just because I feel I can’t get it exactly right!—so, please, bear with me; I hope you will enjoy it for what it is.
3. Planning on posting it tomorrow or Thursday, depending on how many times I will try to rewrite it in the meantime and how I will stop myself from doing so.
4. Basically this is the last chance you have to place bets and speculate on what is going to happen next, so… tell me. Tell me now.
5. Not much to disclose about future chapters yet but I’m working on them.
6. I didn’t post about it at all here (I think?) but I did post a fluffy AruAni oneshot last week! It’s called Stoves and I dedicated it to @moonspirit since she asked for AruAni kiss… a few times.
7. In the end, we just wanted an AruAni hug; why didn’t you give it to us, Yams? T_T
8. Jokes aside, I hope you’re all doing well. See you soon with Little Bird!
#fanfic writing#little bird#little bird: chapter 10#aruani fanfiction#aruani fic#annie leonhart fanfiction#annie leonhart#revision#fanfic revision#attack on titan#aot#shingeki no kyojin#snk#in the cover some children’s book illustration from the digital collection of the British library
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Oh hello! ❤️
Sorry for the inconvenience, can’t imagine how busy you are, but mb you know what happened with Lovelynim’s blog? I was a follower, but now can’t find it in my list T_T It will broke my heart if her blog is banned too 💔 Too many favourite bloggers in troubles oof
Have a nice day and stay hydrated, dear Ginny!
(Sorry for mistakes, eng isn’t my first language)
Hiii! ❤️Hehe yeah I'm trying to answer messages little by little. It's all been a little overwhelming, but definitely in a good way. Your message is of course a priority! Our dearest @lovelynim!!! :( I'm in touch with her, and what happened is: her account got terminated suddenly and without reason or notification from Tumblr, so she has contacted staff and is now waiting for them to hopefully restore her blog.
Since there was no message about copyright like in my case, there seems to be nothing risky about it and we hope it's simply a mistake that it will be fixed soon. It won't be the first time someone's account gets terminated by mistake, right?
But yeah, the timing is crazy, only a few days after my situation, so it kinda did feel like Thanos did a snap and -
Me:
Fabi:
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