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ilcaeryx · 3 years

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Cascade [Gojo Satoru/Reader]

Summary: Satoru picks you up after a wild night in Tokyo’s party districts. While he’s dying to be more than your close friend, he won’t act until he’s certain you want him, too.

Tags: Gojo Satoru/Reader, Cute, Fluff, Humor, Slight angst, Nightlife, Pining, Pre-relationship

Word Count: Almost 2k

Author’s Note: Feels good to complete something. I listened to The Rose’s cover of ILYSB while writing this.

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Gojo Satoru’s 1AM drive to one of Tokyo’s nightlife district was strictly for serious business. While he would fit into the crowd of youthful people enjoying the neon stinging their eyes and body contact with at least four strangers at all times, he had zero intentions on partying. Indeed, his sole mission was to retrieve a package – that package being you.

Lulled into rumination by the car engines constant humming, Satoru pondered about your occupation of his mind. Even though his days were busy, he would associate the concept of you with quite literally anything. Bickering with the higher ups? He could envision himself cranking up the drama as he told you the story, smiling smugly inwards at you cooking him comfort food to soothe ‘his stressful day’. Whenever something hilarious or crazy happened, he would automatically think ‘I’ll tell Y/N this later’. One would expect it would annoy him but it was not the case; Satoru was entertained by his daily fantasies, very much enthralled by the walking-on-clouds-feeling his body would produce during his mental escapades. If one Y/N thought equalled one endorphin molecule, he was experiencing a cascade.

His first thought after awakening every morning was your face between his palms, his fingers frigid against your temples. If things between you two ever developed, one day your face would be his first experience that day, every day for the rest of his life. Right now, Satoru would pin your relationship as close friends. As much as he would overinterpret your behaviour towards him, he was quite certain you were not interested in discovering whatever else could unfold between the two of you. Not yet, his positive inner self protested. Maybe never, his negative inner self retorted.

Despite his conflicting emotions, he gathered himself up into a presentable version of himself while he walked to the nightclub your friend had mentioned. Your safety was his number one priority right now, regardless if you were into him romantically or not.

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“Text me when you’re home!” you yelled over the pulsating music, bidding your friend farewell by blowing her a kiss. In a dramatic motion, she caught the invisible kiss in her palm and clutched it against her chest.

“I will! Stay safe, bitch!” she screeched back before submerging into the human current outside the club, her cursed energy swashing to and fro like a solar flare.

Even though his evening had been a cozy movie-night in his bedroom, Satoru’s limbs felt heavy from looking at you. With your shoulders drooping and hands massaging your left thigh, you were finally punished from dancing non-stop all evening. Indeed, your hair clung to your forehead, neck and upper arms, intermingling with the shining perspiration on your skin. Nevertheless, you seemed to relish in whatever banger was playing inside as you were gently swaying side to side.

“I know what you’re thinking,” you said, pre-emptively shushing him with your index finger in the air. “But I’ll take a shower once I’m home.”

“I was actually thinking that I should’ve brought a towel, considering that your sweat’ll soak the car seat,” he said and tucked some slick strands away from your face. Your mortified look cracked him up. “It’s fine, I’ll lend you my jacket.”

“Your expensive-ass jacket? Thanks, I’d rather freeze to death.”

He rolled back his shoulders as he slid his jacked halfway down his back, hands still in his pockets. A little disappointment tinged his tongue. “Are you sure? I warmed it up just for you.”

“Yeah, stop stripping and let’s get the hell out of here.” You smacked his back with an open hand, pushing him onwards. “God, I can’t wait until we get home. I’m so tired. Are we going to your place?”

Let’s not read into anything, Satoru thought. ‘Anything’ meant both your off-hand comment about his place and the fact that your hand remained steady on his back even after you two joined the crowd. Physical closeness wasn’t anything new between you but the context provided another layer of complexity to read into. Suddenly, being the completely sober adult in charge seemed like too heavy a responsibility for him...

Without meaning to, his back tensed up. “No, you weirdo. You can sleep off the alcohol in your own bed.”

You either weren’t bothered by his tenseness or you didn’t notice, as you shifted your hand around his waist. You carefully leaned against his arm. “Sounds boring. Don’t you want to talk all night?”

Like always, your presence burned his arm, enough that he was unable to feel the strangers he bumped into on his other side. This was a sign, right? Or were you flirting as a friend? In the past, he had people confess their ‘love’ for him and apparently they thought his teasing and touching meant he fancied them. Being extremely lovable wasn’t easy, especially not when any platonic affection could be re-constructed as romantic by the other part. You, too, were extremely lovable and affectionate… Had he been in your shoes, this proximity wouldn’t have had any romantic subtext. But unlike him, you had a good personality… This could be the night you two finally spoke about whatever was between you two.

Or the night where you lose a friend because of your stupidity, his negativity brought up.

It had a point. Yeah, you were a good person and a terrific friend – he’d be an idiot if he lost you. Compared to his co-workers and allies, you were awfully soft; he liked how you doted on him, even when he was a pain in the ass. If you rejected him now, your dynamic wouldn’t be the same and his life would be much harder for it.

“We can talk later today,” he said, his arm automatically shooting out to stop an accidental elbow-right-into-your-chest-accident. He settled his arm around your shoulder after giving the guy the evil guy through his glasses. Watch your limbs, man.!

“That was close,” you said, sighing. “Thank you, Satoru! I’m sorry about having to call you out this late, by the way. Did I wake up you?”

He both cursed and rejoiced on the inside now that you changed subject. “Couldn’t be helped that your friend had an emergency. Next time, try to wake me up later for an early breakfast instead.”

“Next time, you’re coming with us.”

His lips faltered slightly, smile not feeling as genuine. He adjusted the collar on his jacket to hide it. “To the nightclub?”

Your index finger jabbed into his side accusingly. “Anywhere! Last time we hung out was… uh…”

This was the first time in a few weeks you two had spoken in person by yourselves. As you both mostly met together with your friends, you tended to invite him whenever the gang planned something. He admitted to himself that he often declined because he only wanted your company, but you never offered to join him instead. Whenever he invited you out, you’d be perfectly alright with hanging out just the two of you, though.

“Two weeks ago?” He squinted into the lights of an incoming car. “It’s because of work but-“

“I’m not a hikikomori, you bastard – I’ve got a job too, but I’ll make time for you, you know?”

You’d make time for anyone, Satoru thought, somewhat discouraged.

The crowd thinned out as you entered the parking lot, though the place was jam-packed with cars. Both of you remained quiet as you passed by couples on the way to Satoru’s car. When you detached yourself from his side, he rustled your hair. You stood on your tippy-toes to return the favour, messing up his hair worse than he did yours. He liked seeing you struggle to reach his head, so he didn’t mind.

“I missed you, scarecrow,” you said, pinching his cheek. He elongated his smile to feel one knuckle touch his lips. “What is the gremlin and scarecrow duo without the scarecrow?”

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Slumped against the window, you were peaceful the entire ride home. Every so often, Satoru would catch a glimpse of your sleepy face and his heart would clam up. He made the right decision in picking you up, even though he aged weeks in those twenty minutes you two had spoken. Your interactions followed a pattern: he’d look forward to meeting you, creating fantasies and expectations of what could be; when you were with him, he would attempt not to ruin your current friendship to the point where he’d feel sick; and whenever you two parted, he’d overindulge in his memories. In two days, he’d be prepared to undergo this rollercoaster once again.

He drove into your street and called your name.

You immediately woke up and looked outside. “What time is it?”

“Almost 2AM…” he exhaled deeply, hands falling into his lap. He still had to drive home, so he’d be in bed in 30 minutes.

“Everything hurts,” you said, bending forward to readjust your high heels. “My legs are killing me… I won’t be able to walk tomorrow. I’m not sure I can walk now.”

He understood what the lilting tone at the end of your sentence meant and with great effort he stepped out of the car. Your giddiness as he opened the car-door on your side was intoxicating, as was the feeling of seeing you stretch your arms towards his neck. He cradled one arm below your thighs and one behind your back.

“Watch your head,” you chided softly into his ear, covering the top of his head as he carried you out of the car.

“Gimme keys.” Satoru leaned slightly backwards to account for your weight as you handed him the key to your apartment. With your bare arms against his neck, he would be surprised if you didn’t notice how his pulse rose.

Your apartment door opened and he stepped into darkness, shutting it behind his back.

“Excuse me,” he mumbled, heading for your bedroom with his shoes on. Your teeny apartment had a teeny bedroom with a single sized bed.

“Say, Satoru,” you said, your cheek pressed below his ear, “are you sure you don’t want to stay and talk?”

“Just go to sleep, Y/N.” Satoru leaned over your bed to carefully lay you down. Your grip on his neck loosened and he thought you’d comply until you kissed his neck, his soul almost as soft as your lips.

“What about now?” you asked and released your arms, falling onto your bed. Your hair spilled around you, a gloria around your tired face. “I’ll let you sleep in my bed, if you want to.”

Honestly, he wanted this. Everything he’d thought of earlier this night could become true if he gave in, which was insane enough to send his head swimming. He’d endure this cramped bed for you, even with his feet being colder than hell and his back aching from sleeping on his side. Gojo Satoru was more than ready.

However, he did not want this to backfire. What if you were simply too horny, lonely, exhausted or intoxicated to consider the consequences right now?

You rolled towards the wall, leaning on your side. Your eyelids fluttered weakly, your exhaustion almost overtaking your body and yet you found enough strength to pat the empty space beside you. “See, there’s space. I’ll always leave space for you.”

Ah, fuck it.

Satoru’s personality was bad; his attitude was self-indulgent; his morality was concrete grey; and his discipline when it came to you near non-existent. If you awoke tomorrow and found that you had fallen asleep with the love of your life – then great, you were both on the same page. If he had completely misunderstood your intentions, he would absolutely bullshit his way out of trouble, like he always did. Whatever, everything’d be alright someday.

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If you enjoyed this, give me a like/follow/reblog/comment/scream into the void. I hope everyone had a good New Year and let’s hope that 2021 is kind.

Started this 22/11/2020, finished 10/01/2021.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jjk #gojo satoru x reader #jjk reader inserts

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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years

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Late Night Drives W/ The Batboys HC

Requested? Yes! From a lovely anon!

“Can you please write a hc of the batboys x s/o taking a ride in the batmobile? Thank you! Btw your writing is soooooo good 😭🙏🏼”

LINK TO PROMPTS -> REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!

I got so chaotic with this I loved it so much. The bois will hop at any chance to impress their S/O and fuck with Bruce and this was so much fun. Thank you for the INCREDIBLE request I hope you send more :))) Also thank you I’m so glad you like my writing you make my heart so happy angel <333!

Dick Grayson:

- Dick taking the batmobile is the least likely to give Bruce a headache, so that means you two get it for a weekend

- Dick actually knows how to drive it so he shows you all the coolest gadgets

- Dick driving is hot. Like his hand is always on your thigh, gripping it when he makes sharp turns, always keeping you in his embrace

- He loves flooring it when you least expect it because he likes how flustered you get, especially when it leads to you gripping his arm and holding on to him

- He brings those led lights into the car so the vibes are immaculate

- You refuse to give him the aux because your music taste is better and he knows it

- The two of your screaming music at the top of your lungs as he speeds down the road at midnight

- Him convincing you to get Big Belly Burger and then spilling it on the seats knowing Bruce is going to kill him

- Parking at a beautiful viewpoint and talking about life and how badly Dick wants a future with you

- Dick would make the cheesiest puns and jokes comparing you to the beauty of the sunrise

- Returning that car to Bruce with nothing broken so Bruce is happy

- Always looking forward to the next night out with Dick

Jason Todd:

- Jason and the batmobile have a love-hate relationship

- After basically stealing the car from Bruce the two of you drive for a day at the beach

- Jason explaining how the car is the reason he is who he is today, for better or for worse

- After a deep moment of you telling him how thankful you are he snatchd those tires all those years ago, and reminding him of all the good he’s done, you fall into a comfortable silence

- Jason likes it when you’re hand is on the gear shift and his is on top of yours

- He totally lets you drive the car

- Shows you all the button in order of least to most possible damage

- He has to explain what each of the six pedals does each time

- You get the hang of it and love the freedom that comes with going 200 mph down a highway

- Jason thinks it’s the most attractive thing ever when you’re reckless

- Parking somewhere secluded and putting on some music

- Absolutely defiling the car to Jason’s delight

- Jason hands the keys back to an angry Bruce saying “you might wanna get that shit cleaned Y/N and I made sure to have a good time”

- Bruce put “Jason Locks” on the car after that

Tim Drake:

- Tim would tell you that the batmobile is boring and he'd take you on the batjet

- Having a genius boyfriend means he knows how to fly planes apparently

- Soaring over Gotham Tim wants you to sit in his lap, his chin resting on your shoulder while he glides through the air

- He would do all sorts of tricks that made you question your safety

- Putting it on autopilot towards Metropolis so you could see your friends Tim would play music on the loudspeakers and the two of you literally danced on top of the world

- Tim being a dork and spelling things with the plane trail like I Love Y/N or Y/N Drake-Wayne

- Trying to convince him to let you fly the plane but he’s not having it, saying that he’d never let you get hurt and he wasn’t about to start way up in the air

- You and Tim would join the mile high club after he disabled all comms and camera footage

- Flying home watching the sunset on Gotham

- Tim telling you why he liked flying so much, he always felt so outcast but up in the air he was at peace, alone but comfortableble in his own skin

- Holding him close and reminding him he’s never alone because he’ll always have you, and that will never change

Damian Wayne:

- To say Damian stole the batmobile is an understatement

- Because Damian stole you too

- Getting a knock on your window at 1am to see your favorite boy hanging from a grapple hook

- Him pulling you from your window like a modern Peter Pan only to show you his newest toy

- Knowing Bruce is going to murder him

- Damian claims he knows how to drive and you soon learn that his idea of driving involves ignoring anything that doesn’t say “speed up”

- Seeing Dami genuinely laughing and smiling as he blows through another stop sign

- Knowing he’s pent up all the time and that he needs the release

- Damian holds your hand while he drives, sometimes putting the car on autopilot to lean over and kiss you

- Telling you he’s going to steal the car more often

- When he discovers the turbo-boost button it all goes to shit

- you’re hair has been blown in 200 different directions

- Just as the sun is rising the two of you get stopped by a very angry Dark Knight

- Bruce driving you home, lecturing an angy Damian

- You can’t get over how adorable pouty Damian is

- Giving him a quick peck on the cheek before thanking Bruce awkwardly for the ride home

- You get a text saying he’s grounded for a week again

- Knowing that’ll never stop your boy

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bittersweetmelxdy · 3 years

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the other end of my scarlet thread...

Words: 4,255

Summary: Every year at midnight of Christmas Night, everyone is able to see the red string of fate connecting them to their soulmate. Y/N has spent the last few years, chasing hers with no avail and is just about to give up, and simply spends her Christmas at the LFG company party, and then goes home alone. Victor has known who his soulmate is since the first year Y/N joined the company, however that was also the year he heard Y/N say in a drunken ramble (due to spiked punch) say that in a tier list of ‘who she’d date in LFG’, Victor didn’t even make the list. This year he plans not only to get on that list, but to be her only option.

Merry Christmas @chibienvychan03, I’m your Secret Santa, I hope you enjoy it <3

Standing in the lobby of LFG, you tried to psyche yourself up to deliver the report to Victor, it would be your last report this year and you and your team had spent countless sleepless nights writing and refining the report so you could hopefully end the year on a glowing report. However, knowing Victor’s nitpicking tendencies you had literally stressed about this all night and even on the drive up to LFG, you had practiced the report with Anna, adding answers to questions you felt Victor would ask. However, the time had come, and Goldman walking up to you signaled that Victor was ready to see you.

“You look like death warmed up.” Goldman said as he got close to you.

“Gee, Goldman glad to see you too.” you replied playfully.

“I’m serious, you look even worse than the very first Christmas party you attended at LFG and you were so drunk.”

“Remind me, not to trust the communal punch bowl again.” you groaned, rubbing your forehead as if to banish the memory from you.

“Though I have to say, I didn’t think you’d have even less of a filter drunk than you did sober, it was pretty entertaining.” Goldman nudged you, as he laughed, “I mean that tier list, I didn’t even know you knew the main employees at LFG.”

“Of course, I do, I make a point to know all the people I interact with.” you said in a prideful tone.

Goldman scoffed, “Sure, you’re such a model business partner, you should give lessons.”

“I think you’re just mad I only put you as a ‘B’ on my list.” you stuck your tongue out at him.

“I wouldn’t date you if you paid me.” Goldman threw back, at your scandalised gasp, “I think everyone was more shocked our CEO wasn’t even on your list.”

“There is no way I’d go out with a man who doesn’t even call me by my own name.” you pouted.

“Don’t you think maybe it’s just affectionate teasing?” Goldman asked.

“You’re on thin ice Goldman, keep talking and you won’t be getting away of my famous gingerbread.” you threatened, pointing a finger in his face, as you both stopped in front of Victor’s office.

Goldman grabbed the finger lightly, moving it from his face, “Alright, alright, I’ll stop. Go and give your report.”

You turned your head, noticing you had reached your destination, and quickly stepped away from Goldman. Fixing your appearance and taking a deep breath, after throwing a final glare at Goldman you raised your hand and knocked thrice on the door. After a minute you heard a deep “Come in.” and you stepped over the threshold to accept your fate.

After you finished your report, having answered ten grueling questions from Victor, and barely stuttering through the questions that despite your careful planning you somehow hadn’t prepared for. You now stood with bated breath, wondering why Victor hadn’t let you leave yet, as you shifted your weight from foot to foot as the silence grew between you. Watching Victor shuffle his papers and sign documents you kicked the floor slightly with the toe of your shoe, the slight noise alerting Victor.

“Hey, take a seat, I’ll be done in a minute and I’ll give you a lift back.” Victor gestured at the couch in the side of his office, and without waiting for your response went back to work.

Swallowing the barb dancing on the tip of your tongue, you walked over and plopped down on the couch, pulling out your phone to watch some videos whilst you waited for Victor. After a few minutes, you suddenly felt your phone being pulled slightly out of your grasp, and looking up you noticed Victor hovering over you, already dressed in his coat.

“Come on Dummy, let’s go.” Victor called and then stood back to his full height turning around to walk back to his desk to pick up his briefcase and file folder.

You couldn’t help admiring the fine figure Victor cut in his winter get up, checking him out but quickly averting your eyes when he faced you once again. Standing up, you smoothed your outfit and then followed Victor, thanking him as he opened the door for you to exit the office. Passing through the corridors you passed Goldman, who seeing you with the CEO raised an eyebrow at you, but just as you took a deep breath to yell at him, he quickly called out.

“Remember, I don’t eat peppermint.” Goldman said patting you on the shoulder before leaving quickly before you could retort.

Shaking you head, huffing out a laugh and rolling your eyes as Victor behind you furrowed his brows casting his eyes between you and Goldman in confusion. However, he didn’t breach the subject until you were both sitting in his car and as he drove you home.

“So... what did Goldman mean?” Victor coughed once and glanced at you almost bashfully, but all this was lost on you as you kept your eyes on the scenery outside of the window.

“Oh, I bake a whole batch of gingerbread every year for my friends and stuff. And I do different flavour combinations for different people depending on their taste.

“You bake, does it taste good?” Victor said, and sadly his intended tease fell flat at your response.

“It’s good enough for people who aren’t gourmet chefs at least.” you threw back spitefully, and Victor winced slightly, deciding to change the topic instead.

“Anyway... you got any plans for Christmas?” Victor asked.

Deciding to cut him some slack, you humoured him in the change of subject, “No plans, apart from the LFG Christmas Party.”

“No... no plans with your soulmate?”

You laughed bitterly, raising your left hand to stare at your pinky finger, “I’ve spent years chasing after them and he obviously doesn’t want to find me, I think after this year, I’m just going to give up.”

Victor choked on his breath as he stopped outside your apartment building, turning to look at you with slight panic in his eyes, “What if he IS looking for you, right now?” he asked. You shrugged unbuckling your seatbelt and hopping out of his car, not answering his question you then shut the car door, turning to enter your building, missing how Victor stared at your retreating figure with determination in his eyes.

A few days passed and you found yourself navigating the supermarket at an ungodly hour of 1am so that you it was finally quiet and the only people accompanying you were tired college students and insomniacs. You picked up a basket, yawning as you walked through the automatic doors, before first navigating through the fruit and veg aisles, to pick up fresh ginger, oranges and other ingredients. You snapped a quick picture of the empty aisles, uploading it to your Moments with a yawning and sleepy emoji as the caption alongside the words, ‘Night Owl’, as you entered the dairy section. Crouching down in front of the various pots of double cream, you unlocked your phone to check the quantities you needed when you felt a cool sensation atop your head. Looking up, to your surprise, was Victor standing next to you, still dressed impeccably, a stark contrast to your very casual outfit. Grabbing the appropriate double cream containers and carefully placing them in your basket, you stood, and Victor placed a can of tea in your hands, before bending slightly and picking up your heavy basket with ease.

“You need anything else?” Victor asked softly, and you tilted your head as you once again saw the rare appearance of “soft Victor”, something that never failed to make you heartbeat race.

“Ah... um...” You stopped and collected your thoughts under Victor’s amused gaze, “No, I think I got everything. How come you’re here I thought you preached “8 hours of sleep a day”, and “if you don’t get enough sleep, you’ll continue to make stupid mistakes”.” during your quotations you deepened your voice to mimic Victor, before realising that it wasn’t the best idea to mock the prime investor of your company and you covered your mouth with your hands.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” you apologised quickly, looking in the opposite direction of Victor.

Victor sighed, switching the basket to the outside and reaching out he placed his larger hand atop your head, ruffling your tresses affectionately, “If you have time to practice impressions of me, you should instead put that energy into proofreading your report.” you looked up and stared as Victor smiled softly at you, but you chalked it up to your sleepy state, and you spent the next half hour wandering the aisles of the deserted supermarket with Victor, picking up various ingredients and supplies, and finally once you reached the checkout, as you fumbled in your purse for your wallet, Victor took the opportunity to swipe his black card and pay for your groceries.

Leaving the supermarket holding the lighter of your bags, you turned to Victor to admonish him for his act, “Victor, I could’ve paid you know!”

“I know that, just thought I’d help you out.” Victor shrugged before raising a hand to halt your open mouth, “No, you do not need to pay me back,”

You shut your mouth, and after a couple beats of silence, you erupted in giggles as Victor watching you also began to laugh at the silliness of the whole situation. Your combined breaths swirling around you both in white whisps, as you both calmed down. Once you had both regained your composure, you extended your hand out for Victor to return the bag to you so you can go home. But to your surprise Victor shook his head silently at you and then grabbed your right hand, leading you over to his car. As you walked the short distance in the still night blanketing Loveland City, you furrowed your brow as you felt a weird tingling feeling in your left pinky and looking down there was no visible change but shaking you head you dispelled such thoughts and simply followed the CEO with full trust.

A few more days passed, and you were window shopping in the New Light Mall, looking for a dress for the LFG Christmas Party. You had planned to just recycle a dress you already owned with a different jacket and some new accessories, but to your horror you noticed it had a stain on it, and it was in a pretty noticeable spot. Taking it to the drycleaners, the workers sadly informed that due to the holiday season, they would be unable to get it back to you before the Christmas Party date, knowing it was a fruitless endeavour, you apologised to the workers but still left the dress with them so you could at least have a clean dress for the next fancy function.

Leading you to the current predicament, aimlessly wandering through the shopping centre, window shopping and hoping something would catch your eye. After an hour of searching, you were just about ready to give up when a simple dress caught your eye. Approaching the window, you noted that although the dress seemed simple in its cut and style, the choice of slightly shimmery satin gave it an air of elegance, and even better because of the simple but fashionable cut you could easily rewear the dress and change the look with different accessories. Casting your eyes to the side of the mannequin you saw a small plaque with the pricing of the dress, and your eyes lit up seeing it was an affordable price. Entering the store, you prayed silently that the store would carry your size, and lo and behold, it did. You held the dress up against your figure, as you watched yourself in the full-view mirror, giggling lightly and swishing out the skirt to admire the cut.

After purchasing the dress, you noted the sky had grown dark and as you left the shopping centre you decided to take a detour through Creek Ancient Street where you knew there was a light display, before heading home. Just from approaching the bridge that led into Creek Ancient Street you could see the steady stream of people and the faint glow of the Christmas lights. Skipping your way past the colourful market stalls and following the pathway of lights, you found yourself in front of a large tree in the middle of the crossroads. The silver lights twinkled in the branches and in the darkness, it looked like scattered stars and casting your eyes to the side you saw that for a small price you could purchase a small ornament which you could attach a written wish to and then you could hang it on the tree’s branches. Walking towards the stall vendor, you examined the rows upon rows of Christmas ornaments, before spotting a small, cute snowman that wore a simple santa hat and a red sparkly bow around its neck. Pointing at it you asked for the vendor to take it down for you, when the vendor’s comment made you pause.

“Miss, this snowman comes in a pair would you like to buy the other one too?” the vendor handed you the smaller snowman, and then retrieved the snowman’s counterpart, a taller snowman with a deep red scarf, black hat and thick eyebrows, and showed him to you.

Looking at how well the pair looked together, you felt awkward in splitting them up, so you were about to hand the snowman back when a large hand appeared over your shoulder and plucked the snowman out of the vendors hand, replacing it with money to cover both ornaments. Turning your head quickly, your eyes widened as the sight of Victor, who simply thanked the vendor, who smiled in thanks for the purchase, and then he spun you around and led you over to the tree.

“Victor, what are you doing here?” you questioned.

“Just passing by.” Victor coughed into his fist and averted his eyes, and you could be mistaken but in the low hazy lighting you were almost certain that the red on the tips of his ears was out of embarrassment rather than the cold.

You squinted in skepticism at Victor’s response, with how far away you were from LFG it seemed unlikely that Victor was simply “passing by”. But shrugging you turned your eyes to the ornament and after running over the snowman with your thumb, you uncapped a pen from the jar on a table next to the tree and thought about your wish.

“You not going to wish to meet your soulmate?” Victor asked.

Noting this was the second time in the last week Victor had brought this up you queried him, “Why are you so interested in my soulmate?”

“Maybe finding your soulmate will make you better at your work.” Victor teased, poking you directly in the middle of your forehead.

“Hey!” you rubbed your forehead pouting, “What about you?”

“What about me?” Victor asked, not watching you but instead finishing to write his wish.

“Is your wish about finding your soulmate?”

Victor stopped looked at you for a few seconds, before reaching up and hanging his ornament on the tree branch before answering with a simple, “Something like that.”

You hurriedly finished your wish with hopes of the coming year to make your father proud, and whilst handing the ornament to Victor your fingers brushed his palm, and as he turned to hang your ornament next to his you felt that tingling sensation in your pinky finger once again. Thinking it was simply pin and needles you rubbed it with your other hand until the feeling faded once again.

Stepping into the rented, lavishly decorated rented hall that was the location of the LFG Christmas Party, you marveled at the decorations, snapping pictures of the decorations to quickly add to your Moments. When you felt a hand on your shoulder, and you jumped with a small yelp.

“Goldman!” you called, spinning around, and seeing the drink in his hand you looked around for a waiter.

“Don't even think about it, the waiters know not to give you any alcohol.” Goldman told you.

“Come on, one glass.” you pouted.

“Talk to me when you stop being a lightweight.” Goldman deadpanned, despite your sad puppy dog eyes, “Anyway don’t you want to spend one party sober so you can find you soulmate?”

You scoffed, “Fine, but when I don’t find him, you owe me.” you pointed at him accusatorily.

Goldman nodded and then you and him after a short conversation, you both parted and you spent the next few hours talking to various employees of LFG, and taking some fun selfies with Kiki, Willow and Anna. Finally, as midnight drew closer your social battery was running low and you made your way over a deserted balcony, and you sighed leaning your arms on the railing.

“Please tell me no-one gave you alcohol.” a deep baritone cut through your reverie, and you opened your eyes to watch as he approached you and at your shiver Victor began to take off his coat, reaching to put it around your shoulders.

“Shouldn’t you save this behaviour for your soulmate?” You teased.

“Be worried about a certain Dummy’s health isn’t something my soulmate would get mad at me about.” Victor threw back, his tone softer than usual but you felt this was due to the festive period.

You sighed, casting your eyes to the stars twinkling above, “How come you’re so calm?”

“Sorry?”

“Most people your age seem more concerned that they haven't found their soulmate.” you mused.

“My age?” Victor teased, standing next to you and placing a hand next to your elbow, so he could lean over you slightly, “Am I so old to you?”

“You know what I mean.” you rolled our eyes.

“Aren’t people YOUR age still full of hopeless fantasies about your soulmates?”

“Yeah, some of us aren’t.” you sighed, drawing a circle on the stone railing.

“Really, with an imagination like yours I’d expect you had your whole future planned out by now.”

“I did once,” you smiled, rested your hands flat against the railing and leaned backwards, “I still have the scrapbook I made with my high school friends, it may seem silly but it was really fun at the time.” you didn’t know why, but you suddenly felt you had to justify embarrassing younger self to Victor.

Victor reached out and placed it on your head, stroking your hair gently, “It’s not silly, not at all.” his soft tone, caused a heat to prickle under your cheeks.

“Thanks Victor, you’re really sweet when you want to be.”

“I’m glad even someone like you can see my good points.”

You scoffed, “You’re a good guy Victor, anyone would be lucky to have you.”

“Even you?”

You laughed, “Yeah even m-”

The clock struck midnight, and you looked down seeing a bright scarlet thread materialise around your left pinky finger, a neat little bow adorning it. Following the thread with your eyes, to your absolute horror for the first time in your life you saw the end of the red thread, neatly tied around Victor’s finger. You felt like ice cold water had been poured down your back, and you felt faint, stumbling backwards as you realised the only one who was shocked was you.

You lifted your trembling left index finger, pointing it Victor, “Y-y-y-you knew?”

Victor realising this was going south, tried to placate you, “Listen y/n-”

“How long?”

“...”

“How long, Victor!”

“... the first year you collaborated with LFG.”

“It must have been real fun for you, to string me along whilst you laughed behind my back.”

“No, that’s not it.” Victor took a step towards you, but you shook your head, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, stepping back once more, you ripped his jacket from your shoulders throwing it haphazardly at Victor’s face, before fleeing the venue.

Reaching home, you threw yourself on your bed not bothering to take off any of your clothes and started sobbing into your pillow. It wasn’t that you were disappointed in WHO your soulmate was, in fact part of your tears were full of relief, knowing that the guy you were beginning to fall for was your soulmate. Now the guilty feelings that were beginning to surface, that you were betraying your soulmate could be put to rest. You rolled over onto your back, teary eyes staring at your ceiling and hugging your pillow tightly to your chest. ‘What am I going to do now?’ you wondered closing your eyes and slipping off into a dreamless sleep.

You had spent the last week, avoiding Victor at all costs. If you had a meeting at LFG, Anna subbed in for you, saw him in the corridor, you hid behind a potted plant until you were certain he had gone. you had even recruited Goldman to give you updates on Victor’s movements, and although he had no idea what was going on, bless his heart he was still helping you avoid his boss.

You sighed, leaning against the wall of an empty hallway in LFG on New Year’s Eve with Goldman staring at you confused.

“So... why are you avoiding the boss?” Goldman asked, passing you a water bottle from the vending machine.

“Hah... I... Goldman I-”

“So, you found out?”

You whipped your head up to look at Goldman where he stood next to you taking a sip of his own water bottle, “Y-y-y-you knew?”

Goldman shook his head, “Not for definite but I had a feeling, most of the office did, there’s still an active betting pool on when the two of you are going to finally get together.”

You felt the heat prickle in your cheeks, “A-a-are you part of it?”

Goldman snorted lightly, and offered no response, which meant he was definitely in on it, “Do you like him?”

“Who? Victor?”

“No, the other CEO who’s your soulmate.” Goldman deadpanned.

“I... I do, it’s just he never-”

“For someone who runs around talking about how everyone has different love languages, you really fail to see when someone’s speaking yours.” Goldman pushed off the wall and stood in front of you, “I know I poke fun at you at lot, but I mean it when I say please don’t do that thing you do when you run away from your problems.”

“I don’t-”

“Y/N.” Goldman said sternly.

You sighed again, watching out the window at the city lights blinking as the city prepared to celebrate the new year. “I’ll think about it.” you finished the conversation there and made your way into the streets of Loveland City.

After aimlessly walking around the streets of Loveland City, your heart twinging with sadness every time you passed a happy couple snuggled up to each other whispering softly to each other in the wintery air. In a strange coincidence you ended up back at the large Christmas tree where you had bought the ornament. As you approached the tree you noticed that the shop vendors were taking down some of the ornaments and by chance the vendor you had bought the snowman from the first time spotted you and waved you over.

“Miss!” he called smiling at you brightly.

“Hello.” catching his infectious energy you smile brightly in return, “How come the ornaments are coming down?”

“City Council wants to take down some of the ornaments, so we don’t harm the tree, but I’m glad I caught you.” he then handed the two snowman you and Victor had bought over to you.

“Um, this one isn’t mine...” you started.

“Could you pass it to the gentleman that came with you?” the vendor smiled and then ran off before you could clarify to the vendor that you and Victor weren’t like that.

‘Yet’ your mind whispered, and you shook your head vehemently as if to shake it out of your head.

Stepping into the square, you saw that the minute countdown had started for the new year and you stood stock still amidst the happy people anticipating the new year, caressing Victor’s snowman with your thumb, before the crinkling of the paper caught your eye. Your curiosity winning over your conscience, caused you to turn the paper over to see in Victor’s neat handwriting.

“Please let Y/N, love me back.” a deep baritone voice was heard above you, and you looked up in surprise to catch Victor’s soft eyes.

“Victor?” you whispered, as he approached you, his large hands reaching out to hold your cold cheeks.

“You never let me finish, before you ran off.” Victor said, “I’ve known since the first year, but you got drunk and wouldn’t even put me of your list of people you would date in the company, I’ve spent few years trying to get you to see me in the way I see you.”

“You like me too?” you said in disbelief, the multiple times that Victor was sharp with you flashing through your eyes before overlapping with all the times he was soft with you.

The countdown hit zero as Victor rested his forehead against yours, and as the cheers of the public became background noise around you as the only thing you could hear was Victor’s deep voice saying sincerely to you.

“Dummy, since the moment I met you, I’ve been waiting for you to see the light.”

#mlqc scenarios #mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc zen #mr love queen's choice #mr love victor #mr love li zeyan #mr love zen #koi to producer #love x evol #mlqc

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snxwboarder · 3 years

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//Hey friends. I’m back.

I’ve got an update on the situation I talked about a few days ago. Honestly writing the post I wrote last time really helped me, so I want to do it again. Just to put my thoughts down and allow myself to process.

If you’re going to read (which you’re welcome to!) please make sure you’ve read the trigger warnings in the tags.

But, just a tldr for anyone possibly concerned about my safety: I’m at my parents place now with all 5 of my ferrets and most of my stuff. I feel safe and loved and free. Still scared. Still sad. Still hurt. But very hopeful of the future.

Here I go

Like I said in my last post, I didn’t think I was in an abusive relationship. I was struggling to see it. Even when my friends pointed out the gaslighting and the manipulation, I always had a reason for why he acted the way he did. An explanation for his actions forever engraved into my system because I have always been the one to be there to save him. To excuse him. To forgive him.

It changed last night.

Abusive relationship.

Not something I thought I was in.

Until, for the first time since my dad pushed me out of the room so he could hit my mom when I was 11 years old, my partner became physical.

My boyfriend, of 7 years, who I reassured my friends, not even half an hour earlier, would never lay a hand on me.

Got physical.

I worked a full day yesterday, left the house before he got up. I fed the ferrets before I left, giving my senior ferret her twice daily lifetime medication 2 hours earlier than I normally do because I worked the morning shift - and I knew he wouldn’t wake up to do it.

We still hadn’t talked. Not much. How many days does that make it that he hasn’t spoken to me... 5? I lost count.

Our conversations consisted of me saying “have a good day at work” and his grunt in reply. A short “I’m going to my grandma’s house” because I needed to get out.

It wasn’t talking. Not really.

There was a time I think he wanted to talk. He came into the bedroom on the 4th night of us sleeping apart. He sat down, didn’t say much. I know he was trying to get me to ask what was wrong, if he was okay, what I could to do help him. But I didn’t say anything.

Which was.... hard.

Really hard.

I’ve spent 7 years being trained, like a collared bitch that comes to it’s masters call that when he’s upset, I find the solution. When we fight, I ask for forgiveness. When we can’t decide, I compromise.

7 years of training.

This time I didn’t do it though. No matter how tight he pulled the collar around my neck, the mumbled phrases he said to lure me in:

“I’m so tired...”

That’s what he said. He’s tired.

Him.

He didn’t ask how I was, he didn’t ask what I was thinking. He just sat there. Staring down into his lap. Breathing. Waiting for me to beg for forgiveness for a fight he started, for words he said, for a relationship he molded.

“What’s wrong with you?”

That’s the last real thing he had said to me and it still rings back and forth in my head.

4 days he left me with that.

20 minutes, give or take, that’s how long he sat there waiting. But I didn’t say anything. If he wanted to talk about the fight, I was ready to talk, but I knew it would end in a breakup right there and then at 1am. Not the ideal time. But... ideal times don’t really exist.

He left though. Wordlessly. Closing the door behind him just like the walls he always put up so that I could work to tear them down and make it right.

The next morning I went to work.

And while I stared into our empty store, my new coworkers that I’ve only known for 2 days standing around me. I made the choice that it was over. I was done sitting here with an infected bandage waiting for it to heal itself. I wanted to rip it off. Let the air sting against the cut he had caused so it could finally get a chance to breathe. To heal.

We were done.

I came home from work with determination in my steps and the most stomach turning anxiety in my gut.

We were done.

I entered the house. Silence. I go to his office. He’s playing fortnite.

He doesn’t notice me at first because he’s talking to his friends. His mood is different. He’s happy, I know it. I move towards him and he recognizes that I’m there.

“How was work?”

It was like nothing was wrong.

I’m still confused about that part but I didn’t focus on it for too long. “Can we talk when you’re done your game?” I said.

He agreed. I left the room to go downstairs.

I didn’t take my work uniform off thank god I didn’t take my work uniform off. My car keys were in my pocket because I didn’t stop to put them down. The ferret travel cage was in the car, not because I had it there as a “just in case” but simply because, like the keys, I had forgotten to put it away when I brought them inside after a vet appointment last week.

I text my friends to let them know that it’s happening. I had talked to my mom on the phone on the drive home from work to give her a heads up that tomorrow they’ll probably need to get me.

Tomorrow. I can’t believe I thought he’d let me stay the night.

He called my name when he was done the game. We never use each other’s names. Always pet names when we’re alone. So it was odd.

I went upstairs to his office and stood in the doorway.

He asked if I wanted to take a seat.

I said I did not.

The conversation that follows is not something I’m ready to fully bring myself back to, not yet, maybe not ever. I was clear in my intentions, firm with when I was leaving, and as factual as I could be. I explained what I felt he deserved to know, and allowed him to take the silences he needed to take.

A broken man sobbed in front of me, begging me to stay. Saying, for the millionth time, that he could change if I needed him to despite how I’d never seen the evidence of it. Said we could stop having sex for good. Said I was all that he had and without me he was completely alone. Said I couldn’t leave because if I did he would be by himself in a house with no one.

And then he remembered the ferrets.

“Are you taking the girls?” He asked me, breaking again in front of me.

I gave him a very clear, very hard “yes.”

Because I was.

I was leaving him and I was taking my ferrets with me.

More so than the conversation we just had, the following 30 minutes of my life are the worst 30 minutes I’ve ever experienced. I highly doubt I’ll ever be able to remember those 30 minutes and feel at peace.

It was when the abuse turned from emotional to physical. As he fought me for my ferrets. My girls.

My hands still hurt from where I grabbed their cage and my voice is still sore from yelling that he needed to let go.

I had my car keys in my pocket because of luck.

I had the kennel in my car because of forgetfulness.

I grabbed all 5 of them in my arms and I ran.

I ran.

I’ve never moved so quickly with my heartbeat hammering in my ears and my chest so tight with fear and anxiety, moving completely on gut instinct above literally anything else.

I got them into the kennel and I locked the car.

He could have the house. He could have the furniture. He could have the damage deposit and the subscriptions and the money that he owes me and my virginity that he stole and my broken beating fucking heart I don’t give a fucking shit about any of that useless garbage but he is not taking my girls. I brought them into this house because I wanted one fucking thing to keep me sane and moving and loved and I wasn’t leaving unless they were in the back of my car.

He lost his chance to say goodbye when he grabbed me.

He lost his chance to hold them one more time when he threatened to leave with them.

He lost his chance to a normal breakup when he stood by the door with rage in his eyes telling me that even though my parents were on their way to save me from the hell he trapped me in, he would not let them into his home to free me from the hold that he had so easily trapped me in.

But I stayed firm.

The keys were in my pocket.

I had my girls.

He moved towards me and I was scared but he grabbed his car keys and his wallet and stormed out of the house.

“You’re a selfish bitch. Fuck you.”

That’s the last thing he said.

And I sobbed in the doorway of my front door until my throat was raw and I couldn’t breathe. I sobbed because of how long I had been trapped. Because of the lies he told me. Because of how many times he said he’d change and never did. Because of all of the signs I missed. Because of all of the excuses I gave. Because of all the fighting and the compromising and the unhappiness. I sobbed because I was so relieved but so fucking terrified about everything that this changes and everything that this puts to an end. I just sobbed.

I don’t know when my step dad showed up but I assume he found me in the doorway shaking with my knees to my chest and my heart broken on the floor.

He held me for longer than he ever has. I don’t know what I said to him. I think I told him about the ferrets but I probably just kept mumbling “they’re in the car they’re in the car the girls are in the car” hoping he’d understand. I think he did. I don’t know.

My mom and brother were there in her van moments later and we packed.

Everything we could fit between 3 cars we packed. We started with the important stuff: my computer, the ferret cage, my sewing machine. We sacrificed the stuff that I didn’t have room for: my cosplay gear, half of my clothes, my fish tank (which breaks my fucking heart all over again please just take care of my fish I told them I was so sorry when we left but I just couldn’t take them).

It’s hard.

To watch the home you had just finished setting up be torn apart so quickly because you aren’t sure when he’s coming back to demand that you stay.

It’s hard.

But we did it.

My mom, my brother, my step dad, and me. We tore the home apart and I got my stuff.

I sobbed the whole drive away from that house. My brother drove with me, which I will never stop being thankful for. I sobbed because I was scared, still am, that my ex was going to kill himself. I was worried that that’s why he left. My eyes were on the highway and my heart was being left in broken pieces along the side of the road with each kilometre we drove.

And then I stopped crying.

About half of the way to my parent’s house.

Just.... stopped crying.

My brother and I talked about anime, one of our shared interests. He just finished watching SK8 with his wife and we were talking about our favourite parts, agreeing that Langa was best boy, making jokes about the silly bits and discussing our favourite scenes. Just talked with my brother about anime.

So I’m here now. In almost the same position I was in when I made a post like this last week, rethinking all of the reasons I had to leave. I’m at the kitchen table. I have a cup of tea that’s 3/4 full and completely cold because this post distracted me. I’ve been crying. A lot. My eyes are constantly puffy and red.

But about 30 minutes ago I went to walmart.

Stupid thing to give you hope, I suppose, a trip to walmart. I needed to get a sheet for my new bed though and I didn’t want to put it off.

A solo trip to walmart.

The same walmart that, exactly 1 week ago almost on the hour, I had been in with my ex (”ex” still feels odd to say). We had stopped by to get groceries after a couples counselling session. He was in a bad mood. We argued. In the car I apologized and he did not. 1 week ago I hadn’t realized everything wrong with us. 1 week ago I cried by the george t-shirts because he left me there in a rage after I said we needed to cross the store to get duct tape. 1 week ago I went to the mcdonalds in that walmart to get us burgers and the boy at the till was cute. 1 week ago I slipped into a 15 second daydream where I was with someone I found attractive. 1 week ago I felt guilty for the thought. 1 week ago I was just as brave as I was yesterday, but I didn’t know it yet.

I’m with my mom. I’m with my step dad. I’m with my ferrets.

I’m safe. I’m home.

When I sat at the red light on the way home from walmart, I felt the relief my mom had told me about 5 days ago. Not the wave that she described, nothing that “washed over me” like she had told me it did when she left my dad; but just a spark. A tiny little glimmer of “this is what’s right”, “this is what’s good”, “this is what’s better”.

My throat is still sore. My hands are still numb. And my heart still aches. But those pains go away eventually.

He goes away eventually.

#mun does mun things #tw: physical assault #tw: relationship abuse #tw: emotional abuse #tw: rape #tw: suicide #tw: anxiety

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enigma-im · 4 years

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Heat of the moment

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Demon X Female!Human Warning: Demon sex, Sexual harassment, Breaking arms, Pushing boundaries, Begging, ovulation meaning heat

I wrote this story about a year ago, it was a short to a much larger story i never bothered finishing. its very indulgent on my behalf, I had fun writing this at 1am a long time ago. its about when a lady hit their peak furtility and shows signs. Her demon boyfriend then can smell it. This story is 18+ and has some boundary-pushing, so viewer discretion is advised?

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I rest my tired body on the couch, work was hellish today. Everyone was complaining or just being insufferable. My entire being aches from running around doing everyone’s commands. My lower body feels heavy and worn while my arms desire nothing more than to be still.

As I lay with my arms over my face I feel something grab my feet. The feeling, as light as it is, feels great. The hand goes from my ankle up my leg and stops at my thighs.

“You smell good,” a voice croaks out.

“I doubt that,” I grumble. I probably smell like food and sweat, which in my mind is a terrible combination. I don’t know much about demons despite living with one. I have no idea what smells he finds appealing.

“Smell sweet, and nice,” he mumbles as he pulls my body down the couch. he rests my legs on his lap and continues stroking my thigh. A sigh escapes me as he loosens the aches. Once he hears that he lets out a huff of laughter then travels further up. He makes it to my hips then adjust himself, so he is between my legs. he grinds into me and I let out an annoyed groan.

“No, I’m too tired,” I swat at his hands. He ignores me like usual and continues pressing himself against me. you would think I’d be used to his attention by now, but man got way too much love to give. I enjoy what he is doing but I’m just too exhausted to want to put any effort into fucking him tonight.

I get off the couch and slip out of his grasp. I trudge up the stairs and to the bathroom. Using the small amount of energy I have to remove my clothes and get in the shower. As I begin scrubbing myself he makes himself known by stealing the soap from me. he then immediately drops it and lets out a short yelp.

“Cold,” he groans as he turns the nozzle on the wall. I turned the shower cold in hopes of waking me up a bit, also I just enjoy cold showers. Helps the muscles tighten and less sores for tomorrow. I guess I can throw that idea out the window because he didn’t seem to care for it.

Steam fills the room and once the water is too his liking he grabs at me again. He runs his first set of hands up my stomach to my chest and the second pair wraps around my waist. He begins grinding once again into me and gropes at my breast like a horny teenager.

“Either help me wash up or get out,” I snap as I try to wiggle out of his grip. I immediately give up as I really don’t have the energy for this. I just wanna wash up and go to bed. he doesn’t really care for what I want right now because he is still smashing his cock into my back.

“Smell good,” he mumbles into my neck. I roll my eyes, he is getting real annoying right now.

“Oh yea, what do I smell like then,” I fire back.

He buries his nose into my neck and takes a big whiff, “Sin.” Ok that was a little hot but I’m still not having this. I choose to ignore him and continue on my own agenda. I grab the shampoo and squirt some into my hand. I lather it in my hair and he continues pawing at me. my arms bump against him a few times till he gets annoyed and takes control of washing my hair. I always enjoy when he does, he is very talented with his fingers.

As he massages my scalp a soft sigh leaves me. he grinds into me and lets out his own sigh. I ignore the hard on he has pressing into my back and just enjoy the pampering. He guides me under the water and lets the soap rinse out. Once that’s done he turns off the shower and rips back the curtain.

“Hey, I wasn’t done,” I shout. He as usual ignores me and wraps me in a towel before hoisting me over his shoulder. Within a blink we are in our room, god I hate when he teleports me. he throws me on the bed and climbs over. He goes back to grabbing any part of me he can and grinding against me.

“Stop it, you are acting like a horny teenager,” I snap as I push against him. he doesn’t pay me any mind as he removes the towel and admires me. I gotta admit, he does have his ways of making me feel cute. He sits straddling my hips and runs a few fingers over my torso. One hand gloss over my neck while another traces over my ribs.

“Pretty,” he mumbles. I soften a bit at his words. Fuck, why does he have to be so cute. I’m really trying not to be persuaded but his little actions never fail to warm me. I reach out and run a hand from his stomach to as high up his chest I can reach. “Pretty,” I mumble back. he leans forward onto two hands and grabs mine. he kisses each finger before nuzzling into my palm. I lean forward and peck him on the head, “Stop being so adorable.” He chuckles as he rubs his face more into my palm. He drops my hand then he lowers his head to my neck where he peppers me with kisses and nibbles. I allow him this, and only this. I really do need to get to sleep and knowing him this is going to be an all-night endeavor. After a moment I push at his chest and he lifts up with no resistance. Still he looks at me with a bit of annoyance. I shake my head at him and move to get up. He growls and tugs me back so I’m laying on his front.

“No, I need to get dressed and go to bed,” I groan. He growls again which does nothing for my fight against him. I think he knows that too, he knows I can barely resist his growls. I still stand strong and wiggle out of his grip. Once I’m standing I turn towards him. he is reaching for me again and I slap his hand away.

“No, not tonight,” I snap. He drops his hand and glares at me. with an annoyed huff he is gone. I roll my eyes at his childish behavior. I mean I’m just glad he knows no means no. you would think a demon wouldn’t have those kinds of boundaries but damn if I aint glad he does.

I get dressed and snuggle back into bed. instinctually I reach out to the other side of my bed. I sigh in disappointment. I still want him here, I just can’t fuck tonight. I roll over onto my back and huff.

“I’m sorry babe, I really have to get up early. We both know you like to make these things an all-night event. I promise we can have all the wonderful nasty sex you want tomorrow night,” I say into the empty room. I hear nothing back. fine if you want to be a child then go ahead. I roll to my side and try to get some sleep. As I’m on the cusp of slumber I feel an arm snake around my waist and pull me closer to the middle of the bed.

“Sorry,” he whispers into my back. I hold his hand in mine and rub my thumb against his. I guess I can find it in my heart to forgive him. not that it really took much.

I wake up early the next morning. I untangle myself from the demon next to me and begin my day. I get dressed, make breakfast, and gather my things. The entire time I’m doing this he is up my ass following me around. I bump him a few times as I make my way around. He doesn’t layup, he is just on me. we have been living together for a long time and this is an unheard-of behavior. Yet I ignore it because I need to get to work. This is something I will deal with later.

I get to work at the restaurant on time and begin my shift. It’s a Saturday so I’m kept on my toes moving from one table to the next. To the kitchen and back out to the customers. The morning shift wasn’t too bad. mostly elders or respectable adults, it when mid shift starts that my day begins to drop. A school bus of high schoolers comes in making business begin to back up. After that I deal with some rather unsavory business men in for lunch. It’s usual that men try to flirt with me, I let it by because they give better tips. Yet today I’m ready to sucker punch someone.

One of the well-dressed men begins straight up harassing me. He starts off small, calling me pet names. It isn’t a big deal but I’m not a huge fan. Then when his appetizers come out he gets more inappropriate. When I bend over to set down their food he blatantly looks down my shirt. I snap back up and give him a glare which he returns with a grin. Then when I pass by he drops his utensils on the floor. Making me grab them and he stares at my ass like it some sort of roast.

When I give the group their food I see out the corner of my eye his hand reaching out to grab at me. before he could make contact his hand jerks to the side with a harsh snap. I jump back and look at the man’s arm that is bending in a different direction than it should. He lets out a loud shout of pain and I also hear a soft chuckle beside my ear.

The man is rushed to the hospital and one of his buddies pays for the meal. I get questioned by my managers on what happened, and I tell them all I know. They get all they could before sending me on my break. Once I make it to the staff room I glare into the space.

“I know you’re here,” I snap. I feel hands wrap around me and I’m pulled into a hard chest.

“red looks nice on you,” he mumbles. I glance down out my red top then twist in his grip to look at him.

“You didn’t need to break his arm,” I say into his chest. He rubs my back and nestles the top of my head.

“Yes, I did,” he whispers. I sigh into his chest and shake my head. what am I going to do with this idiot?

“Thank you,” I whisper. He gives me a gentle squeeze and we just stand there. He rubs my back and pets my hair as I relax. I really shouldn’t be ok with what happened, but I know he has done worse for less. The man deserved it, hell I wanted to be the one to break his arm.

“Smell good,” he says again. I look up at him,

“Why do you keep saying that?”

“Heat,” he answers. Well, that means literally nothing to me, heat? What does that mean?

“Babe, I need you to elaborate please, I have no idea what you’re on about,” I say as I let him go. I try to step back but he just keeps me still.

“Heat, sex, fertile,” he attempts again. He has never been a man of many words and it really shows right now. I think I have an idea what he is talking about but as far as I know humans don’t go into heat. Unless you count ovulation but is that really going into heat? I guess it is but not as extreme as other creatures that go into heat.

“I smell fertile,” I joke. He nods his head as one of his hands goes down to my rear. He gives a squeeze as he grinds into me. fucking horny bastard. “why is this now a problem,” I ask.

“Not a problem,” he smiles at me. I roll my eyes as he tries to sneak his hand under my shirt. I take a step back and surprisingly he lets me.

“Go home, ill be off work in two hours. Then we can do whatever your heart desires.” He doesn’t seem so happy with that plan. He grabs me again and growls into my neck. He gropes my ass and nibbles my neck. Ok change of plans I guess, “Ill tell my boss I’m going home and then we can leave.” I hope that one works for him. instead I feel the familiar rush of being teleported. “Oh, for fuck sakes, at least let me tell my boss I was leaving,” I snap.

He wastes no time getting me undressed and on the bed. but he does take his time to make sure no part of me is without his touch. He has me pressed against the bed, his hips keeping me down. I look down at his cock and sigh in bliss. He gets on my nerves more than anything alive but god I adore his dick. Its perfectly thick and long, it isn’t over doing it but just right.

He catches me staring so he grabs my hand and rest it on his stomach. Leaving me to decide what to do next. I trail slowly down before changing course and heading up. He groans with displeasure but quickly discards it as I sit up. His hands grab at me and sets me on his lap. I glide my hands up his chest and around his neck. I pull him down and give a gentle kiss. He loves it when I’m gentle. I slowly pull away and trail soft kisses down from his lips to his cheek then down his neck. As I trail on I push him to rest on his elbows.

Once he is down I trace my tongue along the curves of his chest. I follow every contour in worship till I’m face to face with his erection. I look up at him, his mouth open in awe. I grip his cock in a soft grasp before giving his tip a quick peck.

“Pretty,” I gasp as I give a long lick from sack to tip. He lets out a shaky sigh as his head rest on his shoulder. I lazily begin stroking while I pepper kisses along his thighs. He doesn’t seem to care for my teasing for he grabs at my hair and presses my lips to his cock. I chuckle at his frustration. I give pity but not too much and just take the tip in. I suck and swirl my tongue. I slide my tongue back and forth over his slit and under the crown. I take him far enough in my teeth graze over and under the crown, so I can gently tug him. he hisses at my ministrations and jerks forward. I snap my head out of reach and smirk up at him.

He rolls his eyes before dragging me up knowing I’m going to just tease him all night. I can’t help it, he makes such adorable faces. He pulls me into a kiss not waiting to shove his tongue in my mouth. he gropes at me again, one set of hands grabbing at my ass while another is on my tits. He sneaks a hand from my ass to my front. He catches me a bit off guard as he slips a finger between my folds. Spreading my slick over my clit making me gasp in the kiss. I pull back and rest my head on his shoulder while he does quick flicks over my clit. my breath catches a bit every time he rubs. my legs bounce, and I find it hard to stay over him. he catches on and sets me on my back. he lays on his stomach between my legs. one set of hands spreads my legs while the other spread my lips. he stares at my cunt with nothing but sin on the mind.

“Pretty,” he moans out. He lazily rubs my clit with his finger before pressing a digit into me. I sigh as I feel him crook and drag his finger over a pile of nerves. He was extremely proud of himself when he found this out. I was just as excited as he was. he adds another finger and rubs over the nerves again making my breath catch and my eyes shut. I gasp out again as he picks up the pace, pressing just a bit harder. I run my finger through my hair and flex my toes. He chuckles at me before he stops his sliding and instead presses rhythmically. He bounces his fingers to an unknown beat. At this point I’m gasping and writhing. He knows it isn’t enough to make me cum but just enough to have me struggling.

I drag my hand down my body and try to help myself along. Before I could make it one of his hands grab mine. the fucker is just going to tease me. I look down at him and down right plead with him. he just smirks up at me, not laying up as I grind my hips to get some sort of relief. I know what he wants, he wants me to beg. I can’t give him the satisfaction, but god I’m so close. I shake my head at him and he frowns. He removes his fingers making me whimper. God, I know I’m going to regret being so needy later. I reach out for him to pull him close, but he isn’t having it. I reach my other hand down to finish myself, but he snatches it and forcing my hands above my head. he gets up in my face and kisses my cheek. I feel his cock nudge my folds and I gasp. I thrust my hips to catch another touch, but he forces my hips down.

“Beg,” he whispers in my ear. I groan in frustration, it really isn’t that big of a deal to beg but I know he will hold this against me later. Saying how needy I was for him. once he notices I’m not going to do what he asks he grabs his cock and nudges the tip into me. I give out a soft moan and try to bounce my hips against him. he pulls back enough so I can’t take more of him in. I seethe at his teasing, fucking asshole. He repeats his action making sure this time I’m secured to the bed. once his tip is just enough in he starts stroking himself.

“Fucker,” I grumble as I try to fight his hands and thrust up. He just chuckles then gasp as he gets himself off. His one free hand trails around my chest, grasping my tit then tweaking my nipple. He kisses my cheek and neck making sure I’m thoroughly annoyed. I hear his gasp between kisses and feel short nudges of his cock. I can’t let him finish, not without me.

“Fine, please,” I grumble. He stops his personal pleasure and looks at me. he lets a hum in question, a ‘what was that’. I roll my eyes and repeat,” please.” He looks to ponder his options before ignoring me and continuing his motions. I groan and try again, “babe please, I need you to make me cum.” He stops once again, he kisses back up my neck and gives a rather rough kiss before bottoming out. I twist my head and open my mouth in awe. God, did I mention his cock was divine, downright sinful.

He begins a slow pace building his way up. Sliding his cock all the way then gliding it back out. He nibbles on my neck over the scar he made. He picks up pace making me groan and yank against his hold. I need him to touch me, I can’t deal with this ache anymore. I nuzzle his head, licking his horn making him shudder. I whimper out, begging without words. He catches on and traces his free hand between my breast and down between my legs. he circles my clit teasing me just a bit more before giving a quick flick. I hiccup at the immediate striking pleasure. I feel him smirk into my neck before he does it again. This time I clench down making him lose his rhythm. He can’t help but chuckle and gives me what I need.

I bounce my hip in match with his as he strums my clit. I slam my head back and bite back a whimper which he responds with harsh thrust. I cry out while he rewards me with a soft bite on my neck. I don’t stop myself at this point knowing he loves hearing my moans, especially when he is the one who is making me do it. He doesn’t hold back, doing everything he can to make me cum before he does. I can feel he is getting close because he stops assaulting my neck and sticks with gasping in my ear. I hold his head close to me and grind with him. I cry out as I’m nearing my peak, the wonderful ache starting to spread. I dig my nails into his back and grip his horn as I whisper his name like a prayer. He grunts and begins just plowing into me. I feel my whole body suddenly let go, I’m feel like I’m floating before I’m crashing back down. My whole-body clenches as I bite down onto his neck. He mumbles my name into my hair before he grunts and buries himself fully. We both remain still in a state of pure bliss. Only the sound of our breathing is heard.

I’m first to unclench my jaw and let go of his shoulder. I wince at the damage for my canines, they seem to have pierced his skin. He pulls away from me and gives me a once over. then he leans down and gives me a fervent kiss.

“Beautiful,” he whispers. He then pulls out and rolls over onto his back. he drags me closer to him and wraps me in his arms. I snuggle into his side before giving a peck to his chest. As I begin to drift off he whispers, “again?” I roll my eyes, always an all-night thing with him.

#Demon x reader #Demon #terato #monster lover #monster boyfriend #x reader #exophilia #monster

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neekaxiv · 4 years

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Having a big old vent under the cut cause I just need to let off some steam and really I don’t feel like actually having a conversation with another living being about all this shit.

The past several days have been one thing after another that it’s just come crashing down on me and I feel like I cannot deal. I just want to crawl into bed and stay there.

I’m in week four of using Ring Fit Adventure on the Switch which honestly is the first time I’ve been actually active in years. I decided that with all this work from home stuff and not being on campus to go for a walk to another meeting or something that I needed SOME form of exercise that I could keep up with.

I know the benefits of getting my heart rate up and sweating once a day are astronomical, but fuck man I am so tired every day not to mention that while I am sleeping better it’s putting me into a really deep sleep which means every night I have these intense vivid dreams that leave me waking up feeling like I haven’t even slept. Does the feeling tired / being exhausted ever stop? I think I was told 6+ weeks. I’m trying so hard to get over that hump.

Saturday I started feeling a little off, very tired. Way more exhausted than what I would consider normal. Went to bed very early and slept for like 13 hours.

Sunday I was downright sick, bolting to the bathroom every 30 minutes. To add insult to injury my static couldn’t clear Shiva either (Despite having two kills under our belts already). I was so so very frustrated and angry by this to the point where I completely shut down.

Monday morning at 6am I woke to my cat vomiting. This is about an hour before she gets her can of wet food and insulin. It was foamy bile so I immediately chalked it up to her getting too hungry and her tummy making too many juices before she could eat. (She gets fed at 7, 1, 7, 1 with the 7am/pm being full can of wet food and 1am/pm being a very small amount of dry crunchies)

Tuesday evening at 6pm she started again, more bile vomiting. This time I reacted way too fast and managed to get a pain killer for pancreatitis along with an anti nausea into her with some tuna water. She still had an appetite and ate dinner at 7 but then I watched her go into her litter boxes 4 times within an hour trying to pee before eventually peeing on the carpet. Classic UTI signs.

She was just at the vet last month for a ton of tests and was treated for a UTI, so maybe it didn’t quite clear up or she got another new one. Who knows.

The vet can’t see her until 3 today (I hate taking her to the vet...she literally pees on me when I have to shove her into a carrier and she gets REAL mean with them when they start bringing out needles...though I can’t really blame her.) But of course this morning she’s acting basically normal, so now I’m confronted with all this guilt about stressing her out to take her to the vet when she’s acting normal (My brain knows that I need to take her and hopefully get an antibiotic shot to clear this shit up asap)

All of this recent stuff is combined with my total lack of motivation. It’s a struggle to get people RP replies in my discord threads, I can’t find the desire to pick up new mods and take pretty screenshots.

How the fuck am I going to get through grad school starting at the end of August?

#ooc #ignore me #neeka whines #I just needed to vent #Somewhere where I didn't need to try and explain myself #Or listen to someones solutions for me while I'm trying to vent

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anonsally · 4 years

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Days 79-82 of COVID-19 shelter-in-place

These have been four very intense days both globally and personally. This admittedly long post will focus more (but not exclusively) on the personal side of that.

Day 79 was Wednesday. I hadn’t had enough sleep, but I got up at a reasonable hour because I needed a ballet class. Before class started, I got a call from the medical center for scheduling a procedure I need to have done. That will be in 2 weeks, contingent on me testing negative for COVID-19 four days beforehand. I’m anxious about the procedure but will be glad to get it over with after several months of worry. Anyway, ballet class was good for calming me down.

It was hot out. I did my parents’ grocery shopping (and bought a few things for us) and then had a nice conversation with my dad when I dropped off his groceries. We talked about the state of the world. He told me about a city that had literally fired its entire police department and started over... which is what we probably need on a national level, with very few exceptions.

I refueled the car on the way home and got a predictably late start on my work day. Wife got two more job interviews scheduled at very different companies. I took a walk, spotting another Steller’s jay at the bird feeders. The jays are so much larger than the little birds who frequent the feeders!

I then went to try to buy milk, but the tiny independent market had closed early to enable the employees to get home before curfew. So I had to go to Trader Joe’s instead. By the time I got home I was somewhat demotivated about food prep, but luckily Wife pulled herself together and scrambled me an egg. I didn’t manage to get to bed till 1am, which was at least an hour later than I’d intended, but Wife was still up at 4am!

Day 80. I forced myself to get up at 8:30 since I knew I would need to go to bed early that night. I arranged to (video-)meet with my boss at 12:30. I started work around 11am or so and got a few thing done. The meeting with my boss was good--partly social, discussing how we were coping with the situation and working from home, what we missed about the office, and such, but we also talked about what I’ve been working on. She reminded me that the study section reviewing my grant application will be meeting this month, so I will have to remember to check my scores.

Afterwards we had a meeting with a few other coworkers, which was fairly productive. I had a short “coffee break” video call with a colleague, too. The county-wide curfew was lifted a day early.

After work, I took a walk in a direction I hadn’t gone in a while. Was heartened to see Black Lives Matter signs even in cul-de-sacs in a wealthy, mainly white neighborhood. I picked up takeout for dinner, and did a bunch of Adulting in the early evening, including preparing for the next morning. I was in bed by 10:45pm.

Day 81. My alarm got me up at 5am, and we left at 6am. We got to the medical center on time at 7am and I went in (Wife was not allowed to accompany me, but had to be there to drive me home; there was a separate room across the street for visitors to wait in, which was good because it was suddenly very cold outside). Initially, there was a lot of waiting, during which I did a little bit of yoga and dancing as I knew I would not be able to move much for the rest of the day. I was there for a diagnostic procedure involving a needle (for data privacy reasons I won’t get more specific here; it’s unrelated to the procedure I’m having in 2 weeks), which required me to remain horizontal for 4 hours afterwards, at least according to the information they’d given me beforehand. I had to be fasting from midnight the night before: no food or drink, including water.

Eventually I was wheeled down to the ultrasound department, where the doctor who planned to do the procedure met me and the radiologists. However, when they looked at the images, there were a lot of vessels around. The doctor did not feel confident that she could do the procedure based on a mark on my skin without accidentally hitting a blood vessel. So she asked the radiologists to do it as an ultrasound-guided procedure, which would be safer since they would be able to see what they were doing on the ultrasound. This procedure was done with only local anaesthetic. Mostly I couldn’t feel what was going on, and it was supposed to be very quick, but unfortunately, the resident had a lot of trouble--the senior radiologist was trying to guide him through doing, but he couldn’t get the needle positioned quite right, and in the end the senior radiologist had to do it herself. It was pretty uncomfortable and there were some moments where it was quite painful. I tried to breathe deeply and stay relaxed, but it was hard. When they finally got it to work, it was over pretty quickly. I was relieved. It was about 11am by then.

However, I had to spend an hour in a large recovery room with many other patients, while my blood pressure and pulse were monitored. I had expected to have the procedure done upstairs in the room where I’d started, where I had left all my stuff. They very kindly sent someone up to retrieve my phone for me so I could at least text Wife and my parents so they would know the worst of it was over.

After an hour I was wheeled upstairs and transferred from the gurney to a bed (this took 3 people as I was not allowed to stand up yet) for more monitoring. They drew my blood to test my blood counts; I was going to be allowed to leave after only 2 hours of bed rest if the counts were stable. After the 2 hours, I was allowed to get up and use the bathroom (and grab the crossword puzzles from my backpack to work on), and then I continued resting while waiting first for the blood counts, which finally came back fine, and then for the discharge papers, which took an unreasonably long time. Around 2pm the nurse finally allowed me to have some ice--hoorah! (I was parched. I normally drink at least 2 liters of water per day.) At 2:40pm I was cleared to leave; I texted Wife, who went to get the car and picked me up at the entrance to the hospital at about 3pm.

Literally every single person on the hospital staff was kind and friendly. They all introduced themselves to me by name, including the people whose job it was to simply wheel me from one place to another, and they all seemed to be invested in my well-being. When I was being wheeled through the hallway, whenever we passed anyone else who worked there they smiled and said hello both to me and to the person in charge of transporting me. It seemed like everyone working really considered themselves a team, with respect for everyone regardless of place in the hospital hierarchy. Since, like all patients during this pandemic, I was there alone and a bit anxious, it made the experience much less unpleasant than it could have been.

I spent 8 hours in the hospital, so I really hope I didn’t catch COVID-19, but the procedures seemed pretty good. I was wearing a mask almost all the time (except in the room where I was waiting at the beginning and end, which was essentially private), as were all the employees, and everyone was sanitising their hands every time they entered or exited a room or touched any equipment. I also didn’t spend the whole time with any one person. So, hopefully it was safe.

I spent the rest of the afternoon vedging out at home, rehydrating, and finally eating, and I went to bed earlier than usual though later than I expected, around 12:15am.

Day 82. I wanted to try to get a lot of sleep so my body could heal from yesterday’s ordeal, so today I slept till about 10am. The wound from the procedure is tender to the touch and there’s a small bruise near it, but otherwise I’m not in pain from it. Except my ankle is in more pain than it’s been in for ages, and I have no idea why. Maybe I slept on it funny? Or maybe it’s an aftereffect of the weird position I had to hold during the procedure.

I think my joy at getting to eat cereal this morning was perhaps a bit over-the-top!

Wife had a bad headache today, likely caused by neck tension from all the driving yesterday. I am still pretty tired today, despite all the sleep, but I suppose that’s to be expected.

We went to the farmers’ market and stumbled upon a socially-distanced, family-friendly protest. A friend of mine was there with her kids, but I didn’t see her. We bought our produce--though I had to make an extra trip back to the car to drop off my purchases, as I am not supposed to lift anything heavy today. The stand with the curried fish had run out, but they still had some uncooked prepped fish, so we bought that and they explained how to steam it at home. We came home and cooked the fish and ate it for lunch; it was just as good as it would’ve been if they’d cooked it. Phew! Other than that we’ve been relaxing at home, though Wife did gather her energy and go for a run, which has helped to relieve her headache a little (as has the bath she took afterwards, and the painkillers she took).

I’m hoping to feel up to taking a dance class (online) tomorrow.

#personal #dance #birdwatching #Health Care #food #even though there is no picture of food here #black lives matter #epidemiology #activism #tl;dr

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rowankingsleyy · 4 years

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Like this if you want to plot with Rowan and I’ll come ramble

NAME: ROWAN JESSAMINE KINGSLEY

NICKNAMES: Ro, Winnie (close friends only)

AGE: 28

PRONOUNS: She/Her

OCCUPATION: Published Author/Freelance Baker

HEIGHT: 5′1

BIRTHDAY: May 11th, 1992

ZODIAC SIGN: Taurus

PARENTS: Cassandra and Tony Kingsley

SIBLINGS: Damien Kingsley

ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good

MBTI: ISFJ

MORE UNDER THE READ MORE =)

TW: domestic violence, sexual assault, anxiety, eating disorders, mention of death, illness, drugs

SEQUENCE OF EVENTS

Rowan was born to Cassandra and Tony Kingsley in the early summer of 1992, at which point things were already strained between the two-some because of Tony’s alcohol problem and Cassie’s generally meek personality.

Rowan’s brother took a leading role in her care from a very young age, not just because her dad was useless, but also because their mother was so distracted by her need to please Tony that she dropped the ball often.

Both her brother and her saw things they certainly shouldn’t have, were told things that no children should be told, and occasionally went without for no reason other than Tony liking control, but he never hurt them physically. However, he did hurt their mother.

Less than a year after her brother turned 18 and moved out of the house, their mother died of an aneurysm suddenly and unexpectedly.

Despite how Rowan’s father treated her mother, the loss of her broke him and send him on a 3 month bender that only ended because he was booked with vehicular manslaughter and his 3rd DWI.

Luckily, Rowan only spent a few weeks in foster care before the court allowed her brother to assume custody over her.

From the moment her brother joined, the Valencia became her family. The women, wives and daughters of the organization were the people who taught her everything she knows about being a girl, doing make up, doing her hair, navigating boys. (This is probably why she went through a blue eyeshadow phase at 17)

Rowan is a textbook overachiever and perfectionist, she always had all As, was always in 6 clubs, and held officer positions in every single one including the dance team. While she did hold officer positions, she never really was one to take front and center--she prefers the positions of the people behind the scenes keeping things together. (secretary, treasurer, anything that has to do with organizational skills.

While over her high school years she wrote a lot, and even published one of her short stories in a local newspaper, she didn’t write her first full novel until she went away to college at 18. No one ever read that novel, it hit the trash during its 5th round of editing.

At 18 she received a full scholarship to the University of Nevada--Reno and left Red Ridge for the first time to go to school first time. She lived in the dorms all 4.5 years and graduated with a degree in English, minoring in Psychology.

If you ever ask Rowan what she’s afraid of, she’ll tell you losing control again. She notes two prominent times of completely losing control over her life, one fairly recent, and the other while she was away at college. While she was away, she went out fairly often with her friends and one night someone slipped something into her drink. Nothing happened, she made it home without incident, but the way it made her feel, the way she felt victimized or the potential of being so set her off. She had two drop three of her classes and extend her time in college an extra semester because of how hard she spun out, trying to control things that she wouldn’t typically even think about. She started her senior year 20 pounds lighter with 0% of the friends she had started her Junior year with.

While she was away at college her brother became a father, which meant frequent trips home to visit and help out with her niece who quickly meant enough to her to be her own.

She returned home from school at 23 and worked in a bakery until she could live off of her cookie business (at 25 her cookie business was self sufficient).

While she was growing her bakery cookie business, she began writing her first professional novel and completed it at 26. She sold it that very same year, and published it at 27.

While it changed her life or the better and got her foot in the door with the publishing world, publishing her book also led to the the single most traumatizing thing she has ever experienced.

While she was marketing her book, the marketing manager became very demanding of Rowan and her time, which often led to them being together very late at night. One night, while out of town for a book reading, he pushed himself on Rowan. This assault led to the second occurrence of Rowan losing complete control and her life suffering because of it.

After the assault, Rowan threatened to blow the whistle, and in return he threatened her career so she is still with that publishing company with him as her marketing manager.

As of now, Rowan is in the process of getting her second book published, filling in as mom as best she can for her niece, running her cookie business and holding cookie classes, and trying to make amends for the bonds she broke when she spun out last.

TENDENCIES

Because of how contentious Rowan’s early childhood was, she has a pretty anxious mind that is always running on 100. Her thoughts come a mile a minute and they can be pretty difficult to stop. Melatonin is her best friend.

When she loses control over things in her life (hELLO we meet again control-less childhood) she controls everything she can, and that manifests differently every time. Controlling what she eats to the point of malnourishment, controlling every single word of what she’s writing, putting herself on lockdown until whatever she’s working on is p e r f e c t.

She fixates on her mistakes, in high school if she answered to the wrong name during roll she would be thinking about it for the rest of the day.

She bakes in excess when she’s trying to think through something, the measurements and muscle memory movements help calm her brain into being able to process whatever is on her mind.

She’s always been a writer, from the very first time she had to write in her 4th grade ELA class. That only grew through Middle and High School creative writing classes. She’s always loved exploring the stories and that it was something that she could perfect through six or seven round of editing.

Sticky notes cover her bedroom walls because of how quickly her thoughts come and go, her ideas for books do NOT come in order and she can often be found starring at her walls with her little scribbles trying to figure out what order they should go in.

For someone who would be considered the ‘bright & shiny’ type, she has a thing for researching and watching shows about serial killers. She can rattle off facts like its her day job.

Because of how quiet she can be, sometimes folks assume she’s innocent or that she doesn’t know anything, but in reality the opposite is true. She’s spent so much time watching and analyzing everyone and everything that she knows much more that she lets on or that any civilian should.

She learned how to play guitar in college (not very well) and is a pretty damn good singer, but she’d never be the type to want to be front and center in front of a crowd. She mostly uses these talents as a means to an end in writing mini stories with lyrics. It appeases her in the in between period of having finished a book and being able to start a new one.

All floral, all the time. Enough said.

GENUINELY afraid of birds and giant frogs

I’ll probably add to this it’s 1am and I’m tired.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

**ex boyfriend, who she really fucked up with. message for more**

high school friends/enemies

someone who works in the bakery with her

women who influenced her growing up within Valencia

Valencia members who are like family

someone who mentored her in her baking

friends she lost when she spun out during college

literally anything

ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS

wherever i go, you bring me home Damien Kingsley// her brother. her parent. rowan is extremely close to her brother, as kids they were all each other had. he’s done everything he could to give her a normal childhood, to make up for her parents’ lapses. she would do just about anything for him or his daughter.

can't stop staring, at those oceans eyes, burning cities, and napalm skies. fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes Lev Yegorov// no title. but he’s the only man who has ever quieted her brain long enough for her to both lose her breath and catch it. they’ve kissed a few times and have something comparable to a magnetic field between them, but lev broke it off out of respect for her brother.

i'll stand up with you forever, i'll be there for you through it all Natalie Cassadaga// her sister. they may not have grown up together, they bonded to an extent that would have been unfathomable had she not experienced it. barring childhood, they’re sisters, no buts.

i’m a mess, i’m a loser, i’m a hater, i’m a user Freddie Dawson// her confidant. this is the only person outside of nat who gets to see rowan admit to being a mess. freddie gets the 100% honest version of rowan, usually with a little bit of liquid courage.

you can leave me in the dark if that's all I get from you ??????? OPEN // her ex. they dated in secret for 8 months before her assault. when she spun out after the assault, she didn’t tell him and she pushed him away. she fucked up the relationship, but she’s a little bitter about how easily he gave up on her.

'cause they’re gonna tell you all the rules to break, to take away that light OPEN // her roommate. the boldness to rowan’s softness. how different they are makes them work, they bring balance to each other (and rationalize the one another when they go too far).

If you’ve made it this far, you deserve a baby Rowan picture, here.

#redridgeintro #about.#IM SO READY FOR THIS #COME LOVE HER #GIMME THAT EX BF

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dulcetminds · 5 years

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some (concept) playlists

find my spotify here ✨ & my fandom character/ship playlists

this page is updated monthly!!!!

💫 monthly, yearly & get to know me playlists:

monthly mixtape: updated daily and refreshed every month with no correlation to anything what so ever.

twentytwenty: a song for each day of the year

the soundtrack to my life

my favourites

pass the aux cord, fool: car vibes

🍾🌉 playlists based off cliché concepts:

coming of age indie romcom soundtrack: cigeratte burns on film, a first kiss that tastes like beer and chapstick, and laughter falling on train tracks

not another coming of age soundtrack: red party cups and the never-ending feeling of nostalgia

Mother Nature reclaims: a soft apocalypse mix

tragedy in the dark: set in the 90's, you're driving at night on the highway, passing under street signs and street lights that illuminate your lovers tired face as they trace circles on your thigh

rise up!: (a futuristic teenage rebellion playlist) you live in a world full of holograms and plastic food, the government is corrupt and somewhere out there is a bunch of rebels that are fighting back

an angels kiss in spring: it’s the roaring 40′s and you hit the town in bold red lipstick, curled hair, flared dresses & traditional swing

a wispy field of sunshine: there's something alluring about falling in love under the sun, sipping on raspberry lemonade & kissing someone who tastes like chapstick

the air is fresh out here: i am lost beneath the earth; dirt and moss fill my lungs and i cough up ivy and rose petals as the trees whisper my name so soft, it gets caught in the wing of a butterfly floating by

3am dancing with my lover: fairylights are hung low around the kitchen, my lover has tired eyes full of wonder and we trip over our own two feet, laughter pumping our hearts alive

the last dancers at midnight: my prom could have been better so we're gonna visualise it like a teen romance movie; tired feet, starry eyes & a tender kiss under the disco ball in your high-schools' hall

even my phone misses your call: 'hey, this is [redacted] please leave your message after the beep!'

you’re so nice to come home to: finally moving into a small apartment with your lover; succulents adorn the windowsills and you both have a love for vintage polaroids and dream catchers — a dreamers dream

I've been in love with you forever: best friends that live next door to each other & know one another like the back of their hand, connected windows, rooftop talks, sleepovers, & everything that comes along with we're best friends & i don't want that to change but i am definitely in love with you

found you in this life: my mother once told me that some of the people we meet in this life, we knew in a past life and it’s up to us to decide where it goes from here

raspberry stains: spring flings includes squashing raspberries between finger & thumb, and dancing under the sun

rollerskating disco rink fever: we're twelve years young & there's a disco ball highlighting our hair as we dance the night away & i'm pretty sure we've happened to scuff the linoleum floor

endless summer afternoon: hopping from shadow to shadow, blisters on our feet; summer, summer, summer!

summer ate me alive: and I want nothing more than to sleep through the next three seasons

ragtag band of misfits from the year ‘87: group of four trying to solve the murder mystery of their late best friend / everyone’s hiding something / he might be in love with the boy he’s known since childhood

[our hands are brushing against each other as we walk]: i want to slow dance with you in the middle of the street

hey, new kid!: its highschool and life is full of rumours and giggling girls & boys with sharp teeth and then english class rolls around ━━ and did the principal just introduce a new student?

🧚🏻‍♀️ specific concept playlists (mostly based on moments and emotions that I've experienced & can’t get over):

head’s a buzz!: stoned out of my mind, I'm pretty sure I met the girl of my dreams last night

I should be sleeping: but i am walking aimlessly under street lights trying to forget your face, your taste, your voice; with vodka stained cheeks and chipped nail polish

pity party for two: the sudden realisation that the future is scary and we're two lost souls stuck in love with people who helped us grow

we’re under the same stars: It’s talking under the stars till the sun breaks through the trees with him, who makes your stomach ache full of laughter and although the wind is cold against your skin and the sleeping bag is thin, he burns just as brightly as the stars in the night sky, and you want to exist between 3 and 4am forever.

I fell in love for one night: he kissed my shoulder & held me tight

moments left unsaid: I love every part of you when it’s loud, when it’s silent, when you don’t know it at all (basically falling in love with your friends in the moment over the smallest of things like the way they dip their head back to laugh or hide their smile behind their hand or when they slow down waiting for you to catch up or pull you aside to ask if you’re doing okay, etc)

angel in disguise: can angels fall in love?

skate park shenanigans: I spent a the hours 8-11pm at a skatepark with my friends and we don’t even skate but this is the specific energy those hours gave off

you’re dreaming beside me: & I’m dreaming of you

how to be soft, sad & content at 4pm

I wish we could live forever: knowing someone you love is gonna die is the one of the hardest things you’re ever gonna witness

remember when we were in love?: 2015: yellow. open roads. a boy. a girl. my house. high school musical. clouds. stars. a pillow. sunflowers. beauty and the beast. skype calls. a bear. / 2017: a girl. blue, blue, blue. / 2019: a girl. a boy. picnics. skateboards. burgers. your house. an empty promise.

the pretty reckless: my friends fall in love too easily

the ceiling is staring back at me: it’s 1am and I'm thinking about everything and anything

me against the world, vol. 1

me & my apathetic brain: basically Russian roulette with I’ll die anyway by girl in red & just a girl by no doubt

🏳️‍🌈🌈 lgbt+ playlists:

this is for the gays!: for pride month 2019, gay bops to rock your socks to

all I see is her: girls r great!

we should fall in love or something: just kidding... haha... unless?

I don’t wanna b ur friend, I wanna kiss ur neck: yeah, it’s based off I wanna be your girlfriend by girl in red & also my ex but we’re gonna take the former

please look at me the same!: my bisexual teen angst

🦋🏹 ‘old groovy, 70′s, 80′s, 90′s etc music’ playlists:

butterfly dust: old time music that goes together

groovy, groovy: 70′s, 80′s, 90′s

lovestrucklovestruck: nothing goes wrong when you live in your head

she’s gold dipped & cherry wine kisses

funky glow

🥁🍒 genre specific playlists:

metamorphic: rock n roll

devils advocate: it’s like white noise before you enter hell (mostly ghostemane)

you’re not indie till: you skate, own a pair of hot converses, have good fashion taste, drink ice coffee and and and

monsters live amongst us: hiding in plain sight, the people we call our friends / a horror pop playlist

hazy affection: anxiety reducing songs and study beats

softly, sweetly: relax your eyes & dream of simpler times

bubblegum pop: the radio is overrated but here we are

glazed eyes, cherry skies

darkness looms overhead

magic under fingernails / under veins

state of mind: kinda like rap but not, definitely an easy listen to while stoned

moon rockets: fly me to outer space where we’ll become another star in the night sky.

dream & folk pop

my dreams reach the stars: my mind is far away from here / starry-eyed and captivated

local neighbourhood party: songs I'd bang my head to at a party

heavenly hymns

fluorescent heartbeats

take me away, into the night

if you see me listening to this, look away: literally Disney musicals mainly Disney’s descendants & zombies

autumnal breeze: a mix of bedroom pop & 80′s tunes

blueberry feelings: is this soundlcoud or tiktok?

untamed glory: the songs dont vibe together as well as they should but i guess thats ironic given the name of this mixtape

all strung up: my favourite female pop songs & then there's sunflower, vol. 6 by harry styles

candyfloss kisses: baby pop

and that’s on tiktok luv: literally what it says

candle lit afternoons: candles + rain = a gentle quiet in it’s purest form

tenderness: soft, quiet, yielding; murmurs at dusk & the playing of hair

my bed is the warmest place: for rainy days & the chill in your nose

🚀🍁🍓 playlists to listen to when your doing this specific thing:

classic picnic bitch: (cute songs that give me picnic vibes) and we bond over a pack of UNO cards and strawberry-filled desserts

beach bums, baby!: a beach-y playlist

hotboxing ur friends car: get high w/ me!

🥺💫🌞🌻🤩🐝 playlists to grow & fall in love with yourself to:

falling in love w/ myself !!!!!: I'm still learning how I work

then I defy you, stars!

seventeen: I made this when I was seventeen and getting over my first heartbreak and realising that I should never wait for people who can only give half back

no negative vibes here!

💌💖 my romance / love centred playlists:

dancing in my room to the sound of you, you, you (middle school crush vibes)

love cluster: and i guess there are lot of love songs out there but there are also a lot of songs that aren't about love that got me feeling like i'm in love so which is it

lovelorn: (a unrequited love playlist) and we yearn for the hearts we cannot hold; lovelorn, lovelorn, lovelorn

our love has gone cold: I love & I loved

whimsical lovers falling out of love

baby boy blues: fell in love for a day with a boy whose smile is contagious and ever-lasting

you gave me panic attacks & I called it love: unsure if you’re in an unhealthy relationship? leave them.

regret in the simplest of forms: I could have loved you / I think a small part of me did

my favourite ‘what if’: soulmates who weren’t meant to be

seeking love among cruel hearts: perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. but then perhaps this is what lovers are.

it’s a long way down from your window: everyone’s favourite secret relationship trope

heartbreak hotel

i’m yearning for his heart while he gives me his body: I love you, don’t you love me too?

make out w/ me?: songs I'd kill to make out with someone too

miss you forever: sad pop love letter

I liked you better in my dreams: the idea of them has taken root in your mind and it’s much different to how they really are

little bit in love with u: alterous attraction? we KNOW her

drowsy cacophony of love

tracing you back to the roots of my house: I'm sifting through the memories of us, where did we go wrong?

love; a choice or a feeling?: and it is both I suppose, it is a feeling, it’s happiness and soft giggles, faint blush. and then it is a choice, a choice to stay with them or leave. it is a choice to not only love them, but yourself too.

tenderly, tragically: this used to be a collab playlist with someone who loved me fully and unconditionally, things have changed since, but this is whats left; it's our story compiled into a playlist

second chance at love: you make me hard, but she makes me weak

lonely in love: (it was supposed to be just casual sex but fuck, I think I'm in love with you)

silent lovers: skinny love (n.) a type of love where two people are in love with each other but are too shy to admit it

my first love: they say your first love never dies, and love, they’re right

my lover is a liar: victim to broken promises and false truths by a boy who died when he gave me his heart

love locket type of love: I loved you in secret !!

the charms of love: don’t fall in love with the moment & think your in love with the girl! (yes, she’s american by the 1975 lyrics)

almost lovers

💸💄💅🏻⛓ playlists that give off bad bitch energy:

rich girl$: my cash flow will never ever end

kiss the boys n make em die!: femme fatale, girl revolution, girl power

GIRLS. FOOD. GEAR: loosely inspired by people by the 1975

girl, interrupted

you’re like a rhinestone pick-up line: picture this — a girl with a hard attitude that you can’t just seem to get off your mind

back on my bullshit: just got my heartbroken; revamped!

👻👽 my halloween inspired playlists:

hallohalloween: basic halloween playlist

the fae know my name: humans beware the manic pixies & lip curling fae for although they don't lie they are cunning creatures with kind eyes!

frothy vampire chick meets soft green witch: red fanged lover & a green house full of potions, spells & succulents

sirens lament: sharp teeth hidden under a pretty face

murder at the casino: (in breaking news: monster hunters just cant seem to catch a break!)

the howling

witchy renaissance

fuckin vampires, man!

🥀 if I were series (playlists that only feature one artist based off something specific):

if I were to dance in a faerie ring to hozier songs: maybe I want to fall in love with a faerie and be under Hozier’s rule

if I were to live my teenage years to Lorde songs

if I were to get high by the beach to skeggs songs: BIG greening out energy

if I were to fall in love to tom rosenthal songs: tom rosenthal songs that make me feel like I'm in love!!

if I were to reminisce about heartbreak to LANY songs:

Hogwarts Houses:

🌻 Hufflepuff

🥊 Gryffindor

🐍 Slytherin

📘 Ravenclaw

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bytheangell · 5 years

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The Comfort of Home

(Read on AO3) Prompt from Anonymous: could you maybe write something where Alec has a bad day/week/whatever and it ends in h/c and Malec cuddles? (I may be projecting my self-indulgent fantasies into this prompt a /little/ lmao). ((Additional A/N: thank you for this prompt because I sure am having THE WORST TWO WEEKS with work right now, so I’m also going to project so hard onto this))

It’s starting to feel as if this week is going to last an eternity. As much as he wishes his life could stretch on forever alongside Magnus’, he isn’t sure that’s an existence he can handle if it comes side-by-side with perpetual Head of the Institute hell. He knows he’s being dramatic and that it’s just a bad week, but that doesn’t stop the only half-joking, morbid reassurance that at least this can’t go on forever from crossing his mind repeatedly.

His problem is that no matter how much he does - no matter how many hours he spends out on the field cleaning up messes, or in his office submitting reports and follow-up paperwork, or getting called to security to help review footage that Underhill can’t quite make out on screen - it never seems to end. He’s got two of his best Shadowhunters out with injuries, and new recruits fresh out of the academy who need constant supervision. He can’t put a dent in the list of things he needs to do, tasks adding on twice as fast as he completes them, a veritable hydra head of issues plaguing his last 5 or 6 days - honestly, he’s lost count. He can’t remember the last time he saw Magnus for more than a handful of half-asleep seconds waking him up getting in and out of bed, and those were the few nights he managed to drag himself home to sleep at the Loft and grab a change of clothes. The rest of the nights he crashed at the Institute in his old room.

“I miss you,” Magnus complains over the phone that Alec has pressed between his ear and his shoulder, listening as he picks the bow and arrows he’s taking with him out onto his latest mission.

“I miss you too. Trust me, I’d much rather be there with you than about to go get myself covered in ichor again. I just took a shower two hours ago after this morning. I really didn’t think I’d be going back out today.” Alec runs his hands over the curve of a bow slotted for multiple arrows, but decides it’s a bit excessive for the quick run he’s going on, and moves to the next option.

“Well, hopefully when you’re done you can come home and we can make shower number 2 a little more enjoyable,” Magnus preens into the phone, and Alec smiles to himself.

“Careful, you don’t want me too distracted out there,” Alec warns, but it’s too late. His mind is already on the number of things he’d rather be doing right now, and a nice long shower with his boyfriend is certainly an enticing option.

“You’re right,” Magnus replies, and Alec hears his tone turn a bit too serious compared to their previous banter. “You’re wearing yourself thin this week, Alec. Are you sure you’re up for this? Can’t Jace or Isabelle go?”

“They offered, but Izzy had a date she seemed really excited for and I didn’t want her to cancel. You know how long it’s been since she’s done anything for herself like that. And Jace is just as worn out as I am.”

“Sometimes being in charge isn’t just taking on all of the responsibility yourself, but knowing when to step back.”

“I’m okay. It’s just one more, then I’m done. I have all of tomorrow off. Plus, I’m not even taking the lead, I’m more of a fall-back. It’ll be fine.” Alec feels the strain of the muscles in his shoulders as he reaches up to take the bow off of its hook, however, and winces. He’s glad Magnus can’t see him as he speaks.

“If you say so. Just take care of yourself out there.”

“I will. I’ll talk to you later. Love you,” Alec says. It’s a habit he’s gotten into lately before going on missions, ever since--

“Love you too.”

Alec grabs his bow and arrows, and leaves the weapons room to meet the rest of the team before heading out.

Alec doesn’t know what he expects to end his week of ‘if it can go wrong, it will’, but taking a claw coated in demon toxin down his thigh seems to be on par with the rest of his life right now. He’s meant to hang back until the demon knocks out one of the younger Shadowhunters, and Alec wastes no time putting himself between it and the unconscious girl. His arrow takes the demon out moments after it gets its claws on him - literally - but that moment is all it took. As the demon falls and the rest of the small team breathes a sigh of relief, Alec falls to the ground with a cry of anguish as the searing pain kicks in.

They have him back at the Institute for healing immediately, but clearing the traces of poison that already started to circulate through his bloodstream takes longer than anticipated. In the end he pulls rank and discharges himself from active care, despite the healer they called in (not Magnus, after Alec’s insistence, not wanting him to worry until Alec was in the clear) highly suggesting he spend the night there under observation.

He insists he's good enough to leave with the promise that he'll do nothing but rest for 24 hours. By the time he’s cleared - well, “cleared” - to go, it’s late. Realistically, Alec knows he should just crash at the Institute for the night but he doesn’t want to. After the day he just made it through... hell , after the week he made it through, he wants nothing more than to spend the night clinging to his boyfriend like the life preserver Magnus is to him right now. Or vise-versa, because while he really wants to wrap himself around Magnus and never let go, he wouldn’t mind if things turned out the other way around, either. He calls Magnus but it goes to voicemail, and he imagines that by this hour Magnus is passed out in bed himself.

Alec debates calling a cab. It isn’t like this is the first time he’d make the trip from the Institute to Magnus’ Loft by mundane transportation - when Magnus didn’t have his magic he actually got rather efficient in navigating cabs when necessary. But the idea of spending however long the traffic would make the ride last jostling around the back seat with his injury isn’t appealing, and after a moment’s pause he re-dials Magnus’ number. Magnus picks up on the second ring this time. “Alexander?” His name reaches him from mumbled, half-asleep lips. “What time is--” There’s a pause, and then in a tone suddenly on the edge of panic. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Alec immediately regrets calling. He just wants to be home, with Magnus, and it’s selfish that he woke him just to make him worry. “Nevermind, go back to sleep.”

“Don’t you dare hang up on me,” Magnus warns. “You aren’t calling at 1am because nothing’s wrong.”

“Shit, is it really 1am? I knew it was late, but I didn’t realize…” Alec frowns. “Sorry I woke you up. I just… I really didn’t want to spend another night here. But I don’t think I’ll survive a cab ride back.”

Before he can explain further there’s the familiar sound of Magnus’ portal opening in front of him, waiting. “Thanks,” Alec sighs, hanging up the phone and taking a strained step forward.

While he’s normally a lot better at portal travel his leg is still weak, and when he lands on it after stepping through it nearly gives out underneath him, leaving him stumbling the first few steps forward into their bedroom. Thankfully, Magnus is there to steady him a moment later, reaching out to grab each of his shoulders, eyes taking in the grimace on Alec’s face with an immediate frown.

“What’s wrong? Alec, are you hurt?” Magnus is full of justifiable concern and Alec is too tired to try and lie.

“A little, but it’s no big deal. Just a scratch.”

“Let me see.” Magnus demands.

Alec slowly, carefully pulls down his sweatpants and leaves them on the floor by his feet to expose his entirely bandaged leg. With very deliberate motions - and trying not to make too many obvious signs of discomfort to alarm his boyfriend - Alec unwraps the wound to show the 4 deep gashes made by the demon’s talons. “It’s fine. They got the poison out at the Institute, it’s just going to take a little longer to heal.”

“Alexander--” Magnus reaches out, brushing a finger tenderly along the wound, small tendrils of blue magic seeping into his leg.

“It’s fine,” Alec repeats insistently. “It’ll heal with my iratze, it’s just taking longer because of the toxins. Don’t waste your magic on me.” Alec knows that since he got it back, Magnus is much less frivolous with his magic use than he once was. And while he’s never said no to using it on, or for, Alec, that isn’t a privilege that Alec takes lightly, nor one he wants to abuse.

“My magic is never ‘wasted’ on you, Alexander,” Magnus reassures him, but stops after a once-over that takes away any lingering ache, stopping short of attempting to heal the entire wound. He knows that Alec will only get angry with him if he does anything more, but he cannot stand there and do nothing , and they both know it.

“Better?”

“Much.” Alec eases onto bed next to him, bending over to pick the sweatpants back up and slide them on before laying back on the bed. “Sorry I didn’t call. It was all a bit of a rush after they got me back to the infirmary.”

“I’m just glad you’re alright.” There’s relief in Magnus’ tone but Alec doesn’t miss the worry behind his expression.

Magnus pulls the sheets back enough for Alec to slide under. When Alec’s forced to sleep facing away from Magnus so he isn’t laying on his hurt leg Magnus shifts so that he’s turned to face Alec, wrapping an arm around Alec’s middle and pulling him close. Alec eases into the hold, melting into Magnus. “It’s been a long week.” Alec sighs. “I’m just glad to be home.”

And it’s true. This is his home. Here, with Magnus. Not the Institute where he spent most of his life, or any place in Idris his father might be staying. But here, wrapped up in the arms of the man he loves. Magnus runs a hand up and down Alec’s arm, not stopping until he feels the muscles underneath his touch relax after a minute or two. Alec closes his eyes and tries to rest but despite the exhaustion he feels he’s still too keyed up from the mission for his mind to quiet enough to sleep. After half an hour of shifting and fidgeting he tries to slide out of bed silently so as to not wake Magnus a second time.

“Where are you going?” Magnus asks immediately, and Alec realizes he hasn’t fallen back asleep yet, either.

“I can’t sleep. I was just going to make some tea.”

“And you were going to leave me here, cold and alone? I see how it is.”

Alec rolls his eyes in the dark even though Magnus can’t see it. “I’ll get the kettle going for two.”

The water is almost ready when he hears Magnus step into the kitchen. “Here, let me. You really should be taking it easy, Alec.”

“I think I can manage tea ,” Alec says defensively, but he steps aside just the same. Magnus brushes a soft kiss against his forehead before shoo-ing him out of the way, and Alec waits on the sofa for Magnus to finish the tea and bring it over - which he does, on a tray complete with scones. The warmth of the cup against his hands is immediately comforting, but it’s too hot to drink still so he sets it down again.

“I can't believe how much went wrong in one week.” Alec admits.”I did as much as I could but half of it wasn't even in my control, and all I could do was pick up the pieces. I feel like I spent an entire week cleaning up problems I couldn't stop from happening in time.” There's a weight to his words now that he's more removed from the constant go go go of springing into action and taking everything on himself.

Magnus sets his own tea on the table, shuffling over on the sofa to pull Alec back onto his lap. “You can only do so much, Alec. They’d be lost without you there. Don't be too hard on yourself.”

They both know that's easier said than done.

“How about you stop thinking about it for now,” Magnus suggests.”That can be a problem for Monday Alec to worry about. Tonight, you’re here, and you are not stepping foot near that Institute tomorrow unless you’re the last Shadowhunter capable of walking through those doors.” Alec laughs, but he knows Magnus isn’t really joking. “For now, just relax, and let me take care of you.”

Magnus shifts himself back just far enough to bring his hands up to rub Alec's shoulders, moving down his back, the movements of the massage practiced and skilled.

“Don't forget your tea, it's probably cool enough to drink now,” Magnus reminds Alec a few minutes later, but Alec gives no response. “Alexander?” Craning his head around Magnus sees Alec’s eyes are closed. Rather than wake him, Magnus conjures a blanket and pillows, tea and scones forgotten, and closes his eyes --but not before using a little more healing magic on Alec’s leg to ensure a peaceful night’s rest, free of pain. And if the wound just happens to mostly heal itself overnight, well, he won’t know anything about that.

#malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #shfanficnexus #elle writes a few deadbeat lines #this week has been GARBAGE and continues to be GARBAGE where are my healing cuddles

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serendipityswift · 5 years

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first impressions of lover

ok i’m going to write down my first impressions to each of the songs; mostly for my own good and to get some of these feelings out

i forgot that you existed: bop! girl is over everything that’s happened to her. it truly feels like her moving on from reputation. she’s still singing about what she sang about in rep, but it just feels lighter? she’s no longer hurting, she truly can’t give a shit about people who fucked her over anymore.

fav lyric: in my feelings more than drake, so yeah

cruel summer: single material if i’ve ever heard one! i swear to god if this is another getaway car situation omg... i fucking love this song so fucking much. like, it doesn’t sound sad, but once you hear the lyrics, damn it hurts. she still thinks she’s bad news, like her loving someone will only hurt that person... yeah, ouch. i think sometimes we forget how hard it must’ve been for her to get together with joe, to allow herself to open up again, but this song really shows it. definitely teared up knowing, even just half, of the situation she was in.

fav lyric: i don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you / devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

lover: one of my immediate favs on the album. for obvious reasons. my first impression was literally just sobbing lmfao, and being happier for her than i’ve ever really been for myself.

fav lyric: with every guitar string scar on my hand i take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

the man: this was one of the song i was most excited for! and she absolutely did not disappoint. like, honestly, looking at her career and the way the media and people perceive her... just imagine if she was a man. look at how fucking successful she is, and the hate she gets, just imagine if she was a man? and it’s things every woman fears, it’s thoughts we all have. the lyrics are so smart and powerful and so, incredibly, true - even if society refuses to admit it. it’s like blank space, but even more mature and just so, insanely smart. also, her use of ‘bitch’ in this song? absolute genius.

fav lyric: i’m so sick of running as fast as i can, wondering if i’d get there quicker if i was a man / if i was flashing out my dollars, i’d be a bitch not a baller

the archer: immediately one of my favourite songs she’s ever put out, and still one of my favourites on this album. i’ve never related to a song so much before tbh, like, it may not seem like her saddest song ever, but when it describes everything you’ve been feeling for the last 4 years... it hurts more than any breakup song. the buildup and structure of this song is incredible, and i can’t stress how important it is to me enough. i want to cry every single time i listen to this song sigh, but i’m so grateful to finally have it into words.

fav lyric: who could ever leave me darling, but who could stay? / all my heroes die all alone, help me hold onto you / they see right through me, can you see right through me? / all the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t put me together again / all of my enemies started out friends / cruelty wins in the movies, i’ve got a hundred thrown out speeches i almost said to you

i think he knows: what a fucking bop omg. the sexual innuendos? yes. combined with the innocence? incredible. a little tongue and cheek, makes me smile and bop along to it. the lust and attraction and just all the cute feelings towards someone that we all know.

fav lyric: lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh, we can follow the sparks, i’ll drive

miss americana and the heartbreak prince: ONE OF MY FAVOURITE SONGS ON THE ALBUM, ONE OF MY FAVOURITE SONGS OF ALL TIME. i sobbed my eyes out listening to it, sobbing listening to it again. it describes the fear we all felt in 2016, even someone living hours and hours and hours away in nz. the fear we felt for the world and those around us, the anger and fear we still feel every single day. it’s the pain we don’t know how to vocalise, scared we’ll say something wrong and literally get hurt. she’s so brave, this song is so brave. this song is metaphorically, lyrically and sonically incredible. it’s just insane.

fav lyric: the whole school is rolling fake dice, you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes / i’m feeling helpless, the damsels are depressed. boys will be boys then, where are the wise men?

paper rings: what. a. fucking. bop. i can’t stop smiling and singing along even though idk the lyrics yet. also, all the references to old songs? and lowkey get fearless vibes but idk if i’m just too tired from it being almost 1am. i adore every single thing about this song. it’s realising you feel more for someone than you thought you did, then realising they’re the person you want to be with for the rest of your life. it’s literally everything. also, the stalking on the internet line? as relatable as any deepcut lyric she’s ever written.

fav lyric: i like shiny things, but i’ll marry you with paper rings / i’m with you even if it makes me blue

cornelia street: i already knew this was coming, but this is 500% one of my favourite fucking songs of all time. sobbed my eyes out. still crying listening to this again for the second time. the references to other songs, the story of us? god. it describes everything you fucking feel when you just feel so damn much for a person. loving someone so much that a city becomes them, the city that she first arrived in single and represented her freedom. it now is him. when you love someone so fucking much that you know if, just if, they leave you; you’ll be broken forever. and it isn’t like every other time, it’s harder and they hold more of you than you ever thought someone could. it’s running because you’re so scared they’ll leave and you’ll lose everything, then coming back because you trust them enough to think that they’ll stay. but you’re still so fucking scared because they truly have all of you.

fav lyric: i hope i never lose you, hope it never ends, i’d never work cornelia street again / sacred new beginnings that became my religion, listen

death by a thousand cuts: i was mesmerised by this song. it’s a ‘happy’ sounding sad song. which i love. the juxtaposition of it all. also the entire second verse is literally one of my favourite things i’ve ever heard so tbh that entire verse is my favourite lyric. also, i kind of want someone to sing this as a sad ballad and see what it’s like ahahha

fav lyric: my heart, my hips, my body, my love, trying to find a part of me that you didn't touch / our country, guess it was a lawless land / why are my fears at the touch of your hands? / paper cut stains from my paper-thin plans / my time, my wine, my spirit, my trust, trying to find a part of me you didn't take up / gave you so much, but it wasn't enough / i'll be alright, it's just a thousand cuts

london boy: ALL THE LONDON AND ENGLISH REFERENCES I CAN’T. as someone that lives in nz, the language she uses is so fucking funny and cute i can’t. also i keep thinking how ed taught her some of these things ahahha. and the nod to p!atd with “don’t threaten me with a good time” is so amazing. her reference to rugby? i’m taking all this luck by taylor and sending it to the all blacks thanks

fav lyric: doesn't have to be louis v up on bond street just wanna be with you

soon you’ll get better: i already knew what this song was going to be about, but that didn’t stop my heart from literally shattering into a million pieces. andrea is so important to each of us, i cherish the day i met her and held her hand like no other, just imagine what she means to taylor. she was there when taylor had no one, when she felt so alone. andrea is so special, and it is just so fucking unfair that she needs to go through this. i hope, pray, anything that andrea can get better soon, make a full recovery. and i hope her entire family is okay. they’re all so loved, so incredibly loved. but, cancer, i just wish i knew how to beat it and can take all this pain away. i can’t even listen to it a second time right now because i’m too much of a wreck. that’s how much it hurts. i love taylor for sharing this with us. i love that taylor loves us enough to share this with us.

fav lyric: but who am i supposed to talk to? what am i supposed to do if there is no you? / i’ll paint the kitchen neon, i’ll brighten up the sky, i know i’ll never get it, there’s not a day i don’t try

false god: this is one of my favourite songs. it’s so perfectly simple. it’s exactly what this album needs. the religious references throughout this album is incredible, and the idea that their love itself is a greater force is so beautiful and incredible. it��s knowing that even though their love isn’t perfect, it’s what they choose.

fav lyric: and i can't talk to you when you're like this, staring out the window like i’m not your favorite town. i'm new york city. i'd still do it for you, babe / and you can't talk to me when I'm like this, daring you to leave me just so i can try and scare you. you’re the west village. you still do it for me, babe

you need to calm down: this beat cannot get unstuck from my head once it’s in there. and the music video is one of my favourites of all time, the amount of gay power? legendary. it’s not just about the lgbtq+ community though, it’s about everyone and acceptance and not caring about the shitty views around us, because they’re wrong and they don’t matter. it’s so wonderfully patronising to the ignorant people in the world and i love it.

fav lyric: you would rather be in the dark ages making that sign, must’ve taken all night

afterglow: i love this song, and i love how this is at the latter part of the album. it’s fighting knowing they’re the one for you, after knowing they’re your lover and paper rings. it’s taking responsibility for when you fuck up because you can’t stop your mind from spiralling. you can hear the anxiety in the lyrics and the pain knowing you’re hurting someone you love, but you can also hear the surety in the song that they’ll be okay, and that’s so fucking beautiful.

fav lyric: why’d i have to break what i love so much?

ME!: taylor + panic i’m- they’re two of my favourite artists. this song by itself isn’t my favourite, but in the album, it suddenly all makes sense. this song is actually so catchy and uplifting and makes me smile. and it’s so weird listening to it without the “hey kids! spelling is fun!” ahhaha

fav lyric: babydoll when it comes to a lover, i promise that you’ll never find another like me

it’s nice to have a friend: this is so fucking cute i can’t even. i live for the simplicity of this. it’s just everything to me. the instrumental in the middle, the church bell sounds in the back, everything has changed mv vibes. mary’s song vibes. it’s so incredibly unique and special i love it.

fav lyric: light pink sky up on the roof, sun sinks down, no curfew. 20 questions, we tell the truth

daylight: i’m so fucking proud of her. another song i sobbed my way through. she managed to write 3 years of experiences into less than 5 minutes. the references to red? she knew exactly how that will cut us, and how she once had this idealised, dramatic version of love. when she finally found the real deal, she realised it’s just golden. it’s light and different to anything she could’ve ever even imagined. it reminds me that there’s light at the end of the tunnel, even if i can’t always believe it. even though the darkness felt like 20 years for her, now she only sees daylight. not because things are perfect, but things are better. i can’t imagine a more perfect way for the album to end.

fav lyric: i’ll tell you the truth but never goodbye / you are what you love / i once believed love would be burning red but it’s golden

i can’t say whether lover is my favourite album yet, but it’s a special album that’s for sure. every song belongs there, and it tells a story unlike any she’s told before. there’s every spectrum of love on here, and everything just feels so real and personal; because she’s finally found the love she’s been writing about her whole life.

#this is super long so more under the cut #this took me over 2 hours to write oops #taylor swift #lover #lover lyrics

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a-quiet-night-at-hoome · 5 years

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thoughts on the 2004 off broadway bare

warning: it was 1am-ish when i started to watch and so these thoughts are probably not going to make a ton of sense but let’s go (act 1, will update with act 2 later, and i’ll also eventually make these into more coherent thoughts lmao this is gonna be a mess)

Epiphany:

father flynn looks Different

but i love the set-up of the stage

father flynn’s dialogue in epiphany (”you’re not fooling anyone”, “being an altar boy by day doesn’t excuse what you do at night”) add a level of like,,,paranoia for peter to the song and i Dig it

the Line Changes!!!

“one among us dances with the devil”, “you can’t keep it, tell us your secret”, “i can fix you if you’d like to try” (ivy!!!)

the choreography!!!

i like claire being positioned to be literally above peter

i’m literally already crying okay that’s cool

can’t decide if i like this version of epiphany better but there’s no question that it fuckin Slaps

You & I:

hEY LITTLE BOY WOULD YOU LIKE A RIDE A LOLLIPOP A PUPP-

i love this version of both peter and jason already wow

“feel the beat of my racing heart” don’t know how to feel abt this lyric change but it Works

peter seems more shy and less sure of himself in this version idk!!!

this shit is Cute

Role Of A Lifetime:

i Like this peter he’s got a nice voice

holy shit it’s michael arden

jason standing in the background,,,,symbolism

“but jason what role do i play, am i a saviour or a phase” is a line that will never fail to make me cry

Auditions:

this just in: i love my dumbass son matthew lloyd

sister chantelle i’d die for you

i like the la version’s choreography between nadia and ivy, but i like the action between jason and matt more in this one,,,it’s a fuckin sing off

ivy and peter celebrating like, yes, i Love them

JASON AND PETER’S HANDS INTERLOCKING AS HE HUGS IVY fkjdh

seriously i love peter and ivy’s dynamic So Much

Plain Jane Fatass or Love, Dad i don’t know:

the banter between jason and nadia at the start of the song,,,love it

“our father, the honourable judge presiding over our every decision”

this might be my favourite version of plain jane fatass ever oop

is this even called plain jane fatass it might be something else

wAIT IS THIS LOVE DAD i can’t be bothered googling so this is a wholeass guess feel free to correct me

i Love it

Wonderland:

i Love their dynamic like yes they’re friends!!!

lucas!!!!! i love him!!!!

his t-shirt (i rock catholic girls) hjfkd

lucas’s rap is still iconic

i’ll analyse the differences later because there are So Many

ivy kisses matt What

A Quiet Night At Home:

jason and peter’s dialogue: some cute shit

i love nadia wow

i have no interesting thoughts on this one oops

Rolling:

not really any thoughts except for on the dancing (lit) and peter and jason (cute as Shit)

Best Kept Secret:

still heartbreaking, still makes me cry

i love this peter and jason’s dynamic they’re adorable

“i want to be with you, i think it’s time we end the best kept secret” a line change

jason seems more angry in this version and like,,,idk how to feel about it

“you’re such a coward” “just like you” WOW

“i love you jason” and in response jason just kisses him? ow

Confession:

i love the lighting and choreography in this wow

ivy and matt kinda have an actual thing instead of just an implied thing in this and idk how to feel about it

Portrait Of A Girl:

ivy seems less sure of herself and therefore more of a sympathetic character in this version (at least in my opinion)

i’m saying this about a lot of them but honestly,,,the choreography and its differences are so interesting to me i might make a post later

Birthday, Bitch!:

the song is Different hsjkf

i like the dialogue before the song though it’s cool

“bitch bitch bitch bitch she’s a stupid fucking bitch” some more iconic lyrics from nadia

peter’s “i want to go back to the rave” line was cut :((

One Kiss

i have no interesting thoughts on this bold of me to assume any of my thoughts are interesting

Are You There?:

matt!!! i’m lov him!!!

matt being next to the cross and peter below? symbolism

this song is such an under appreciated bop

matt: you can have the rest, also matt: immediately takes the bottle back and chugs

the additional “send a sign so that i know you’re there, there for me”? amazing, iconic, i love them

matt and peter’s drunk dancing is a Blessing

911! Emergency!:

“fuck me, matt” no “it’s diana ross”??? i’d even settle for “it’s beyonce” it’s just gotta be Something!!!

god i can never listen to this song in the soundtrack but i love it so much in the show

sister chantelle’s outfit is so iconic i love her

Reputation Stain’d:

i love the dynamics between everyone in this song

nadia’s slap is so weak compared to hers in the la version lmao

peter and jason’s fight is so heartbreaking each time i hope it doesn’t happen And Yet :(

jason doesn’t push him in this one (i think) so that’s a plus? but still ow

Ever After:

time to cry again i guess

this hurts so much every single time ow ow o w

god i’ll never get over how heartbreaking this song is it’s so Sad

"when did we lose ever after” as opposed to “so much for our ever after” HM

NEVER MIND JASON DOES PUSH PETER

when he’s already on the ground, he like,,,violently pushes him back and this is an Ow it looks like peter’s wrist is fucked up

jason’s more angry/confident in this version i think and idk i’ll talk about it in more depth later

peter’s like full on sobbing now and so am i

Spring:

still iconic, i’d die for nadia

One:

ow ow ow

i think i like the staging better in the la version because it’s maximum Ow

peter still rhymes alone with alone three times which is good i’ll talk about why later i’m too tired to word right now

#bare a pop opera #keep in mind i've only seenthe la one #this is like #me watching it and taking down my basic thoughts #and later comes the actual analysis lmao #why am i so motivated to do anything other than school work???#minimal editing hell yeah #this is just Raw dumb thoughts. i'm watching bare and typing this in another window #had to Sleep so i'll talk abt the other act tomorrow #or in the very least i'll make one of these but keep it in my drafts so i can analyse later #you can tell i get more tired and sleep deprived as it goes on lmoa #it's deadass 2am now

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Oh Barcelona.

After over a month of being back from Europe I am finally sitting down to re-cap to you all about what went down. this is the second post I’m doing for on a budget, in a backpack. If you missed the first one you can check it out here.

We arrived into Barcelona very early morning on May 11th (literally very early, like 2am early). Getting to our hostel wasn’t the easiest experience I’ve ever had. We had purchased the Hola Barcelona pass before we arrived and we had to pick it up at the airport but that was a whole ordeal. After over an hour of trying to make that work we ended up on a bus that dropped us into a sketchy part of the city at 1am. After a series events (including a creepy taxi driving trying to convince us to get in his car) we called an Uber who was AMAZING and took us right to our hostel. And just to continue this great ride, we got to the hostel and were told the hot water was broken in the building and they didn’t know when it would be back…awesome.

With all of that aside we woke up at 8am on the 11th to make our 10am ticket appointment at Casa Batlló. We first came to an adorable coffee shop and got some croissants for breakfast! (can you spot the rainbow on the floor??)

Because we were really early for our ticket appointment we wandered around the area to get an idea of where everything was.

Once it hit around 10am we went into the museum. To me, the coolest part of the museum was the fact that there was an art exhibit going on. You can see a picture above of Tori and I standing in front of a LOVE sign that was apart of the exhibit.

How amazing is some of this art? It all emulated the stages are parts of love. You can click on the pictures individually to make them bigger (and I totally recommend you do). Probably my favorite thing was the bench that said “this is where we end our relationshit”

After exploring the Casa we made out way over the Flax and Kale which was a restaurant Tori had found that was Vegan & GF friendly! At first I was hesitant because I was worried It wouldn’t be “traditional” and I would be getting a generic meal that I could get back home. But this place was SO good! We ended up going back a few times. I got a “Traditional” Spanish soup (literally thats what it was called on the menu!) and an ahi tuna taco which was AMAZING, I’m actually craving it now that I’m home. After lunch we went to Las Ramblas briefly but we didn’t stay long. Then we made our way over to Sagrada Família which was HUGE. We turned the corner out of the subway station and I think all of our jaws dropped. You really can’t tell how big it is until you’re in front of it yourself.

We spent the rest of the day wandering until it was time to go to Parc Güell which we had a ticket for that night! The park is free to enter and wander around but it costs money to get to that part that you see in all of the pictures. Unfortunately most of the benches were under construction when we went! You can see in the picture of the three of us that there is a fence because half of the promenade is completely torn apart! With that being said it was still BEAUTIFUL and Tori made the smart choice to book us the last ticket of the day so we could watch the sunset!

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We covered A LOT in our first day and that night we went on a pub crawl with our hostel which was super fun and eye opening to Barcelona! *shots shots shots* I’m not a huge party person but I do love a good club which we ended the night at! We also had the funniest bar crawl leader, Juan. He always said that if you were crossing the street and the sign started to blink “You stop, or you run. Or you die” and we basically said that the rest of the trip in every city! Oh Juan ❤

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The next day in Barcelona was for sure more chill. We had to move out of our hostel and actually move to a hotel that was closer to the airport for out early morning flight to Rome. It felt like a lot of the day was wasted because #1 we were tired and #2 it took a lot of time to get from the city where our hostel was to the airport where our new hotel was. But we made the best of it by wandering around a beautiful park and seeing the Notre Dame of Barcelona (ya thats a thing, how did I not know that?!). I also got this bomb veggie burger from The Good Burger with some mayo fries!

I’m still trying to think of a good way to end these posts. So we’re gonna give this a go:

Takeaways:

Nothing is fun when you are tired, no matter how amazing it is. So sleep!

Barcelona is reasonably priced.

You can basically see everything in Barcelona in one day, but you can’t “experience” everything in one day.

Highlights:

Flax &. Kale

Our Hostel – the vibe was awesome and people were very helpful! They also had a lot of activities and socials. (despite not having hot water, yes, this still made a highlight!)

on a budget, in a backpack // barcelona Oh Barcelona. After over a month of being back from Europe I am finally sitting down to re-cap to you all about what went down.

#backpack #barcelona #budget #budget travel #travel

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brittababbles · 7 years

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Hey could you please do an Jason Todd imagine where he insults the reader saying they're too nice but then he sees the reader go all shark lawyer mode and or kick someone's ass while being incredibly sarcastic

Author’s Note:Oh I love to pick on Jason. This should be fun. This is loosely set in theYoung Justice universe, I suppose. I realize Jason is ostensibly not in the YJuniverse, but there’s so much stuff from that universe that’s just so useful.

You’d been so late getting away fromwork that you hadn’t had time to change. Meeting up with a new partner usuallymeant a little prepping, but by the time you’d finished closing the office atthe air base up it’d been nearly 1am. Since you were loosely expected in Gothamat 1:30, you gave your Coast City apartment a pass and zeta’d to Gotham in yourcat-print, knee length skirt and pale blue blouse. You’d gotten pretty goodabout getting stains out of your day-job clothes.

Gotham was grim, when compared to CoastCity. Hal had warned you of that. Still, every alley met the definition of“suspicious and creepy”, so you weren’t sure exactly what your new partner hadmeant by “meet me in Crime Alley. It’s the suspicious and creepy one.”

Of course, you’d heard of the Red Hood.Gossip of that type made it through the grape vine of the Justice League easilyand Hal Jordan was notoriously incapable of keeping his mouth shut. Hal hadbeen the one to pick you up and dust you off when your power ring had draggedyou to Oa and unceremoniously dumped you in the alien dirt shortly before yourfourteenth birthday. He’d trained you, taken you under his wing, and quiteliterally save your life on multiple occasions, but you couldn’t say you hero-worshippedhim. Hal was more like an annoying big brother than anything.

In your experience, the same could notbe said of this city’s primary hero.

So, though you’d never actually metJason Todd in person, you’d assumed he was a carbon copy of his older brother.Dick Grayson was sweet. He was handsome and flexible and quiet handy with theescrima sticks, but he still hovered in Batman’s admittedly massive shadow. Heclaimed he didn’t want to be like Batman, which was understandable, but you’dalways thought a bit of the Bat-ness had rubbed off. Naturally, you assumed,one ex-Robin must be the same as all the others.

You turned the corner at a genuinelysuspicious and creepy looking alley whose street sign actually dubbed it “CrimeAlley”. You had to wonder if the city planners in Gotham City were even tryingat this point. There were only a couple dingy streetlights, which only added tothe atmosphere of the place.

If Todd were trying to impress you,he’d have to try harder than a spooky alley to make his point.

Loud, booted footsteps caught yourattention. Sighing, you turned to investigate.

A gun barrel was in your face beforeyou turned all the way around.

“Gimme your purse,” a harsh voice said.

There were two men, both dressed headto toe in black. They were even wearing the black ski masks. It all seemedrather cliché, even by your standards.

You backed against the wall of thealley, unprepared for a fight at the moment. The two masked men followed you,the one still pointing a gun at your face.

“Give it over, lady,” he said sharply.

You sighed but reached for your purse,intending to open it and pull out your ring. Before you hand had gotten halfwaythere, though, a pair of loud cracks echoed through the alley.

Your attackers both dropped, clutchingat their knees and screaming. You gawked at them for a moment and then lookedup to see who had rescued you.

Across the alley, balancing on top of atall wooden fence on the balls of his feet, was a tall, muscular young man. Hishead was entirely encased in a red helmet, which completely obscured his face.

The Red Hood.

“You have got to be kidding me,” hesaid, his voice surprisingly clear despite the helmet.

He hopped down from the fence and approachedyou. You could tell from his body language that he wasn’t impressed.

Yousquared your shoulders and stepped over your attackers. Your miniscule heightmeant you had to angle your head up slightly to look him in the face, but thathardly meant you were afraid of him. You met in the middle of the alley and hishead tipped up and down, clearly looking you over skeptically.

“You must be Todd,” you said evenly

“And you must be [your name],” heresponded, “what, too sweet to throw a punch? Or you just didn’t want to getyour dress dirty?”

You glowered in response.

“Take the helmet off. I barely toleratedomino masks,” you snapped.

He responded by reaching behind hishead and popping what sounded like a lock open, then carefully removing thehelmet.

Well, he looked an awful lot like Grayson.

You were right about the haughtyexpression you’d imagined. Between your size, your clothes, and the fact thatyou’d done nothing to prevent a mugging, you could tell your first impressionhadn’t been a stellar one.

“Does Bats know he sent me ababysitting job, not a partner? ‘Cause I really don’t have time for that,” hesaid sourly.

“Excuse me?” you snapped.

He raised an eyebrow.

“He sent me a skinny girl in a skirt.When he said he was sending a Green Lantern, I was hoping for someone at leaston par with Guy Gardner.”

You snorted, affronted at theimplication that you weren’t on par with Gardner.

“Have you even met Guy?” you asked.

“Yeah, a couple times,” Todd responded,“And he kicked ass every time. Even without the ring he’d at least throw apunch if cornered in an alley!”

“I was always taught to avoid gettingshot in the head,” you said coldly.

“Well then you weren’t taught—“ hestarted.

“Shh,” you hissed.

You’d heard what sounded like morefootsteps, and a series of male voices coming from a building at the end of thealley. You glanced over Todd’s shoulder, your eyes narrowed, just to see a halfdozen goons come swarming out, apparently looking for your masked friends lyingunconscious twenty feet behind you.

“What the?” Jason muttered.

“I’ve got it,” you sighed, your handalready buried in your purse.

Anymore, saying the oath wasunnecessary. You could usually get what you needed out of thinking through itreally hard. In brightest day, inblackest night, no evil shall escape my sight… you thought, slipping yourmiddle finger into the ring.

The bright green light that explodedfrom it, enveloping you, made Jason squint. Before his eyes had time to adjust,you were standing in front of him, fully uniformed now. Two ribbons of lightshot from your ring, surrounded the men running toward you, and scooped themoff the ground. You bashed them into the walls of the alley, twenty feet offthe ground, knocking all of them unconscious. Then you returned them to theground and laid them neatly in a line in the middle of the alley. All withouttaking a step.

Jason stood behind you, one eyebrowraised.

“Alright, but without your power ring–“

“I could have you on the ground,screaming for your mother, before you even finished that sentence,” you interrupted,turning back to him.

“Prove it,” he said with a grin.

So you did.

The fact that you flipped him over yourhead and knelt on top of him with your knee between his shoulder blades,twisting his left arm behind his back, didn’t seem to register until he wasactually face down in the pavement.

“I am tired, Todd. I have been at workall day, I have filed more flight plans than you’ve seen in your life, and Ihave no patience for your chauvinism. Now say it,” you growled.

“Say what?” he muttered, his voicemuffled on account of his face being squished into the ground.

“Say that I’m not just some skinny girlin a skirt with a flashy piece of Oan jewelry. I can kick your ass, GuyGardner’s ass, and any ass that I see fit,” you snapped, wrenching his shoulderslightly harder.

“Ow! Okay okay, you kick plenty of ass.Just let me up!” he yelped.

You complied, standing up and dustingoff your uniform as he clambered noisily to his feet. He turned to face you, agrin on his face.

Great,you thought, thinkingof Hal, another masochist.

“You’re still pint sized,” Jason said.

You glowered at him. He held up hishands in mock surrender.

“Fun sized then. You hungry, bychance?”

You eyed him suspiciously.

“I could eat.”

“There’s a place that does good pancakesjust around the corner,” he offered with a shrug.

You nodded slowly.

“Okay.”

He tipped his head back up the alley,knelt to scoop his helmet off the ground, and then led the way back toward thewell-lit street beyond the alley’s entrance.

“How the hell do you tolerate Jordan ifyou have such a short fuse?” he asked.

“What makes you think I tolerate him?”

Jason squinted down at you as youtugged the ring off your finger and returned it to your purse. Your streetclothes returned as if they were never absent in the first place. Technically,they hadn’t been.

“You know, this could work,” he saidafter a moment.

“What could work?”

“Me and you. Partners,” he saidcasually.

“I suppose we’ll find out,” youanswered dryly.

He smirked as he pulled open the doorto a diner, holding it open for you. You eyed him through narrowed lids, butstepped in ahead of him anyway.

“I s’pose we will,” he said.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd #imagine jason todd #jason todd x green lantern!reader #swbwrites #request

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