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starhoppin · 5 months

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pick a picture; your next love offer

pile 1 -> pile 2 -> pile 3

disclaimer; this is a general reading! these messages may not fit everyone. please take what resonates and leave the rest.

「 pile one」

two of cups (cb: king of swords, ace of cups), three of cups (cb: the chariot, the magician), the empress (cb: three of swords, the world)

this love offer will come from someone you feel a strong connection with. this person may come across as stoic and intellectual, but there will be a lot of love between you two. perhaps this is someone you meet while in a group setting or you begin as friends before it develops into something romantic. this connection might actually be something you manifested; however, it may take a while for this connection to materialize in the physical world. you'll meet them after you've healed from past connection/relationship and have fully worked through that cycle. you'll be at your best when you two meet.

[potential physical description] they may be around your age, with brown eyes, and are muscular. they may also be on the taller side.

[potential zodiac signs] they may have quite a bit of water sign energy; particularly cancer and pisces. they may also have significant aquarius or sagittarius placements in their chart.

[initials - yours or theirs] J, L, A, P F, M

「 pile two」

ace of swords rv (cb: queen of cups, strength rv), justice (cb: six of cups, the magician), queen of swords (cb: eight of cups, page of swords)

your next love offer seems to be someone that you've had a past connection with. you may currently be separated from this person or decided to take a break. they view you as a very kind and nurturing individual; however, you may have broken it off due to various issues in your relationship. it looks like one of you wishes to reconcile. perhaps, this offer was manifested by one (or both) of you. as of now, they view you as someone with your boundaries up - you may have been the one who walked away from this connection. nonetheless, they're curious about you and they think about you a lot.

[potential physical description] i'm seeing that they're either super tall or short - nothing really in between. they have either blond or brown hair. their eyes are a feature of theirs that stand out in some way. they may also be a foreigner.

[potential zodiac signs] i'm seeing quite a bit of air energy, specifically libra and aquarius. they may also have significant scorpio or sagittarius placements in their chart.

[initials - yours or theirs] N, U, X, C, D, H

「 pile three」

queen of cups (cb: knight of cups, the lovers), the star (cb: nine of swords, four of cups), judgement rv (cb: king of pentacles rv, seven of swords rv)

this person thinks highly of you - i heard "the epitome of beauty and grace." however, this person is coming across as a knight, so either they come across as really flirty or you may be dealing with a younger person. still, there is a strong and loving connection between you two. there is hope and potential with this connection, but past fears may cause you to reject their offer. in particular, you may be afraid of the past repeating itself when it comes to your love life. you're being asked to remain optimistic and hope for the best in terms of this connection. don't let past fears stop you from enjoying good things in the present.

[potential physical description] i got second confirmation that this person may be younger than you. they might also have short hair, as well as facial hair. this person could be a foreigner. there's an emphasis on their eyes; this feature may stand out to you. they may also wear glasses.

[potential zodiac signs] they may have significant air and water placements in their chart, specifically libra, aquarius, cancer, and/or scorpio.

[initials - yours or theirs] U, E, Q, P, T, I, W side note: when i was shuffling for initials, the song you and i by 1D popped into my head. this may resonate with you/your connection.

tarot deck used in this reading: cirque du tarot

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k-dokja · 9 months

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james lee crumbs please?

You're used to his presence at this point.

Oftentimes, between scourging the earth with his rampage and wrecking people's lives with untold misery, Jihoon finds refuge at your side. Even if these are the times when he does nothing but loaf around, Jihoon is always up to some mischief. He reminds you of a cat, who always harbours the urge to spread carnage under the docile front.

You can't tell if you dislike or enjoy that, but there are times when he's satisfied with simply being in your presence. No havoc, no wreckage, just the quiet between you two. At least, until he feels deigned to ruin it.

"Your hands are nice."

You frown at Jihoon. By now, you should know better than to take anything he says at face value. But no matter how you search his face, there's nothing underlying his simple statement. Rather than trying to run after an answer you can't find, you choose the simple approach.

"Thanks?" You say, "What brought this up?"

"You know." He says it like it should be obvious. It isn't. His palm is pressed on yours and it would take very little for him to take hold of your hand. But he doesn't. Not yet. "Fits perfectly with mine, soft to touch, nice to hold, what else should I say?"

You deadpan. "You have the eloquence rivalling the poets of eld."

"Don't I?" He smirks and lets your fingers intertwine. He didn't lie, at least, not where you can confirm. Your hand fits perfectly with his, but unlike yours, his hands aren't soft to the touch. They're rough and calloused, the aftermath of many days and nights spent fighting.

His hands are unpleasant, but you don't mind them holding you.

Jihoon smiles in a way that makes you think he can read your mind. "What do you think your ring size would be? Seven? Eight? Maybe nine at a stretch?"

"Who knows?" You say. "I never measured, never cared much for accessories either. Too much of a hassle."

"Then if I buy a ring for you, would you wear it?" He asks with a nonchalance that makes you almost miss out on the implication of his words.

You frown again, hand tugging away from his, "Depends," you say, "what type of ring are we talking about?"

"One that you'll keep," he grins, "forever if possible."

You narrow your eyes at him, shutting him down before he gets too wild with his ideas yet not having the heart to crush him altogether. "We'll see."

You should've known that he only needs a glimmer of hope to act on that impulse of his.

Dagyum likes your hands.

He holds them often and looks at them even more. Your hands fit perfectly with his, always soft and nice to hold. The comfort he gets after a long day.

But if he has to answer what he likes best about them, it would be gold on your ring finger. The one that's there to stay forever.

#james lee #dg #dg x reader #james lee x reader #fics #lookism #lookism x reader

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ghostieagere · 6 months

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i'm sorry i've been hoarding this ask for so long, dear anon :0 i think it's about time i got around to writing this one properly, don't you ? <3

cw: mountain is worried he's being annoying/a burden, little mountain, caregivers swiss and rain, they/them rain, allusions to spanish swiss and french rain

The kettle kicks into motion as Swiss moves around the kitchen. He's making himself a coffee, but he figures it wouldn't be out of place to make some teas for anyone else who wants one. As he's reaching into the high cupboard to grasp around for the tin of teabags, though, a noise catches his attention.

It sounds like a whine, or maybe a sniffle, but either way it's quiet. As if whoever is making the noise is trying to stifle themselves. What's confusing though, is that there is no one else in the kitchen with Swiss; they're all on the sofa preparing for their weekly movie night while Swiss makes their drinks (it's Sunshine's turn to pick the movie this week so they're watching The Exorcist, again).

The sound reaches Swiss' ears again, just barely concealed by the thrum of the kettle. It sounds like a kit's whine, Swiss notes. A distressed kit, or a lonely one. Perhaps both. He quickly runs to the lounge area and does a quick headcount. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine... Someone's missing, and Mountain's beanbag is empty.

Oh.

Swiss races back to the kitchen and calls out for the earth ghoul. "Mount?" He calls. "Tierra, are you in here?"

Another sniffle answers him, and one of the lower cupboard doors swings open slightly.

Swiss slowly walks over to the cupboard and crouches down in front of it, opening the door just as gradually. He doesn't want to spook the earth ghoul even more than he seems to be.

As Swiss opens the cupboard door, tear-filled green eyes stare back at him. Mountain, at some point during the day, has managed to squish himself and his comfort blanket into the cramped kitchen cupboard.

Swiss smiles down at him gently. "Hi, Mounty. What are you doing in here, tierra?"

Mountain furrows his brows and brings his blanket up to cover his face.

"Oh, you're hiding?"

The little earth ghoul nods, blanket still draped over his horns.

"You don't wanna come watch the movie with us?"

Mountain shakes his head so rapidly that it's a wonder he doesn't fall out of the cupboard from dizziness.

"Ex-ist," he croaks. Words are always difficult for him when he slips into this headspace.

"Ex-ist...?" Swiss wonders aloud. "Oh! The Exorcist?" Mountain nods. "You don't want to watch The Exorcist?"

Mountain shakes his head, bringing his blanket off of his head, and Swiss finally realises that the cause of the tears filling the earth ghoul's eyes is fear.

"You don't have to watch the scary movie if you don't want to, baby," he assures Mountain. "We can go to my room and do something else, if you'd like." He smiles at the little earth ghoul, hoping he'll be able to coax him out of the cupboard; the cramped space doesn't look very comfortable at all.

Despite the relief in Mountain's eyes when Swiss tells him he doesn't have to watch the movie if he doesn't want to, Mountain shakes his head yet again, opening and closing his mouth as he tries to say something. He only gets more frustrated when his vocal chords don't want to cooperate with him.

"I'll tell you what, tierra," Swiss starts, quickly stepping in to stop Mountain's spiralling thoughts. "If you let me help you out of your cupboard, we can go and get your whiteboard. Then you'll be able to tell me what you're thinkin' in that brain of yours, yeah?"

Mountain gives Swiss a small smile and a nod, holding his hand out to let Swiss help him out of the cupboard. The multi ghoul grasps his wrist and tugs gently, still allowing Mountain to climb out at his own pace. Once he's out, the little earth ghoul sits on the floor, legs straight out in front of him, the corner of his blanket in between his teeth as he chews and sucks on the soft fabric.

"Alrighty, little buddy," Swiss reaches a hand out and rubs Mountain's knee comfortingly. "Do you want to come with me to get your whiteboard?"

Mountain shakes his head and points to the floor with the hand not holding his blanket up to his face; he wants to stay on the kitchen floor.

"Will you be okay on your own in here?"

Another shake of the head.

"Who do you want to keep you company, tierra?"

Mountain shrugs.

Swiss gives him a grin and a thumbs up before jumping to his feet. "I'll be back real soon, 'kay?"

Mountain nods and Swiss only just manages to catch a glimpse of the shaky thumbs up that the little earth ghoul gives him in return.

As Swiss rounds the corner to the lounge area, Sunny spots him and smiles before making a face when she sees that he isn't carrying any drinks like he'd promised earlier. "Can one of you go look after Mount for a sec, please?" He asks. "He's in the kitchen and wants some company while I grab his whiteboard."

Rain nods and makes their way over to the kitchen as Swiss heads in the opposite direction towards Mountain's bedroom. He gathers up Mountain's whiteboard and pencil case of markers under one arm and does a quick scan of the room for anything Mountain may want later on. All of the little earth ghoul's favourite cups, bowls and snacks are in the kitchen, he's already got his blanket with him, and he's not slipped far enough to want or accept a pacifier or teether, so Swiss deems the whiteboard and markers enough for now and makes his way back to the kitchen.

When he gets there, Rain and Mountain are sitting side-by-side and Rain is helping Mountain to play some kind of counting game on their fingers. The water ghoul nudges Mountain when they see Swiss walk in, pointing to the multi ghoul to let Mountain know he's back.

"Look what I've got..." Swiss sing-songs, grinning wide when Mountain looks up at him excitedly, already reaching his hands out for his communication tool.

Once Swiss has passed it to him, the little earth ghoul grabs his favourite green marker in his fist and starts writing messily on the board. He turns the board around for Swiss and Rain to see.

"wanna wach a moovy but not exy-sist but sunny wants to wach exy-sist so it is mean if i do not let her :("

"Oh, tierra, Sunny won't mind if you ask if we can watch something else."

"Yes," Rain agrees. "She likes The Exorcist, but she loves you more, mon petit chou."

Mountain turns the whiteboard around and erases the marker on its surface, quickly writing another phrase before turning it back around to face Swiss and Rain.

"promiss?"

“We promise, darling,” Rain assures him.

Swiss smiles his agreement. “Do you want to ask Sunny, baby? We can help if you want us to.”

Mountain nods tentatively and out of the corner of his eye, Swiss sees Rain’s face split into a soft smile as well.

“How about you get something written down on that whiteboard of yours then, tierra?” Swiss reaches out to ruffle the little earth ghoul’s hair gently as he finishes speaking. He can see Mountain fighting off a smile as he rubs the marker off with his sleeve and begins writing.

Rain moves around to look over Mountain’s shoulder, nodding along as they read what the the little earth ghoul writes, occasionally giving him ideas for phrasing his words nicely. Mountain gives them both a thumbs up when he’s done.

Rain kisses the top of Mountain’s head and assures him that he’s done a very good job before standing up and holding their hand out to the little earth ghoul.

Swiss gently swipes the whiteboard and marker out of Mountain’s hand before mirroring Rain’s action, both of them offering to pull Mountain up. Once he’s up, Swiss offers the whiteboard back to him, but Mountain shakes his head, lifting his both hands where they’re joined to Rain’s and Swiss’ own.

“You wanna keep holding hands, tierra?”

Mountain nods, almost shyly, like he doesn’t know if it’s okay.

“That’s perfectly alright, petit chou,” Rain smiles.

“Yeah,” Swiss agrees. “We’ll keep you nice and close in the common room too, okay?”

Mountain nods, more sure of himself this time.

“You ready?” Swiss waits for yet another answering nod from the little earth ghoul. “Alrighty, let’s go find Sunny!”

#mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul #regressed ghouls #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #ghostie writes

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jjwho · 10 months

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What July will be like for You

Pile1. Pile2.

Pile3. Pile4.

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Pile 1

Cards pulled out:Wheel of fortune reversed,ten of cups, seven of cups, eight of cups.

So what I see is that July might be the month where you'll have a few delays and set backs might be mainly revolving family, gatherings and reunions. July might feel like a month of unexpected changes and like you barely feel like you have control over it or anything.

I feel like you might get a lot of options in July and opportunities like a lot it might make you even feel tired and scared, but why you scared? You haven't even picked or chosen what you want or need.

But you might even abandon these opportunities and options. I feel maybe this is opportunities given by your family or so you can help your family. I'm not sure, but I see you walking away from it. A lot of emotions and feelings revolving this month. Might be very exhausting but it will all work out, but I'm still not sure why you didn't take any opportunities.

I will pull out an advice thing from my wheel

Advice for Pile 1

"Let disasters happen and let's build it up again"-JJ'S iconic advice from her wheel.

So yeah something your weren't expecting or just a lot of shit happened, but things like that are bound to happen in life if you expect to receive better in life. You can't have good without bad, some things are meant to be destroyed to make space for more and great opportunities so embrace it. I know it hard after all the kak, but you have to, opportunies don't stay for you. You have to take it not wait for it to catch you.

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Pile 2

Cards pulled out: the hanged man reversed, knight of cups, eight of wands reversed, the fool, knight of wands

Okay damnnn pile 2 so I see July being's a month of love and new love opportunities for youu, ahhhhhh.

So what im getting is that this month you might be a little disinterested in stuff being a little stagnant and being detached when these two suitors come inn. One is the sweet gentleman like guy who will sweep you off your feet ahhh and one is fired and flirty and rebellious, but I see that maybe the sweet guy might take a little longer and be blocked off bc hes slow, then the fire guy gets you first and adventure and shit, it might be a time when you're not caring, being careless and being inncmocent and not really there in the moment. In your own world. They both might be newww saur jaaa.

Or how you might even notice them I'd one is more slow than the ither and one is more careless than the ither. One observes (knight of cups guy) and just being careless and goes for it (knight of wands guy)

I see water guy there giving something solid and romantic Long term stuff but wands guy wants to just fuc.

Anyways yeah-

Advice for Pile 2

"One life, one chance, a world that doesn't care." JJs iconic advice

So Pile 2 so why do you cares about what ithers think, if you like that one then go for em if you like the other one go for em.

Don't be like "ah no but if I choose that one his friend will be upset cause they think I'm playing with him, but I actually just like this guy more."

Gorl you don't belong to anyone and no one should gaf so dgaf.

Okay period bye.

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Pile 3

Cards pulled out: nine of pentacles reversed, page of swords reversed, the hermit, the star

So I'm getting you'll have instability with someone, most likely someone who you liked but they're a player and you were working your ass off to make em like you or working your ass off in this connection and they were being cold and had nothing to say.

Finally you'll be like stopping and really looking back and reflecting and this whole situation, then you'll realize, fuck this hoe, imma live my life.

Then you'll begin your healing journey and have hope and get some creativity out of this heartbreak and ja you'll be calm. That's good. I'll be rooting for you bro

Advice for Pile 3

"Time never stops and change never stops" JJs iconic advice.

So what I meant by this advice is time never stops right so it won't stop for you and change always happen. So don't fall back. Cause life and time and change won't wait for you to get better and carry on. No hoe, you gotta pull up your big boy pants and ja stop sulking and move on, stop doing self sabotaging shit and feeling sorry for yourself. Okay. Ja I believe in you, stop sulking over ugly boys.

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Pile 4

Cards pulled out: five of wands reversed, four of wands, knight of swords, eight if pentacles

Saur what im getting is that you'll be ending a conflict and coming to agreements with people maybe family members and ja finding solutions to problems. This month could be a month with a lot of celebrations and family reunions and finally feeling welcomed again. Then I see you becoming more talkative, assertive, maybe being a bit rebellious again, being a leader you might get a lot more opportunities again

But then i see you getting a bad reputation again maybe doing the same thing/job over and over again and having a lack of effort and being careless. So do be careful of what you say bru .

Advice cards for Pile 4

"One life, one chance, a world that doesn't care"

Idk now this is confusing for me to even tell. So ig you tried to resolve conflict again with people you don't like, then you were being honest again and speaking your truth now you have a bad reputation again. All I'm saying is just get new people at this point. Why try and try again to fix conflict if it's all gonna start all over again. So ja

Hope that helps byee

#free tarot #tarot community #pick a pile #astrology #intuitive readings #pick a pile reading #pick an image #psychic readings #tarot deck #free readings

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demonicxfire · 2 years

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My story so far

Recently, I received lots of ideas regarding my story, enough to modify its entire structure (and make it even better)!

So, I now feel confident enough to clarify everything!

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What's my story about?

What is it? And why it's not like other werewolf stories/romances?

What are my main sources of inspiration?

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My story talks about a boy, Daniel (an ideal version of me), who had a dream, aka the most realistic dream of his entire life.

In this dream, he became a werewolf. But the thing is that, he felt soo good... and, he felt something that he never felt before... completeness.

But, when he woke up, he felt like he had lost a part of himself, of his very own soul...

And so, he felt incomplete, and a void inside him... that was consuming him slowly, from the inside.

That's why, he became very sad, and his life changed totally.

But then, a little over than a year later, something happened... (obviously, if you'll read it, you'll know it!)

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This is basically a fantasy werewolf-related story, but the most important thing is that it's also related to the Multiverse.

In fact, werewolves are important but they're not at the center of the story. The Multiverse is.

Also, it's visualized as an anime (because I love animes) (and that's also why I tagged #anime).

The Multiverse of my story was, at the beginning, the Modded Minecraft Universe.

That's simply because I wanted to have a lot of freedom regarding creativity.

But later, I expanded that concept and I made it even better!

And I've never abandoned the Modded Minecraft Universe concept. In fact, that is what I called the Central Universe.

But I don't want to spoil you everything.

I think you'll find all the informations about the Multiverse in Chapter Two. And trust me, the concept (at least for me) is really well-built!

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My main sources of inspiration are all the things that I really like.

Animes, Movies, TV Series, Videogames...

And, my experience.

More specifically, I got inspiration from Star Wars, the Soulsborne games (Dark Souls 3, Bloodborne and Elden Ring), Minecraft, Harry Potter, Attack On Titan, Demon Slayer, and lots of others!!

And also, another main component is Music. I literally can't live without her. I write while listening to music, and I imagine thanks to music.

Like, YOUSEEBIGGIRL, Before Lights Out, Voices of the Chord, the Force Theme, 4N, Elden Ring's Main Theme, Footsteps of Doom, Malenia's Theme X Fall of Paradis, Elden Ring Main Theme (The Final Battle) X Apetitan and YOUSEEBIGGIRL, Enemy, Oogway Ascends Soul of Cinder, Slave Knight Gael... and my playlist actually continues almost endlessly lol

Without music, I wouldn't be able to create all this. Because music is what lets me express my feelings, that I translate/convert into epic fights, dramatic scenes, etc...

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For now, this is the current structure of the story.

[Story's name > Divine Souls - Part One: Desire and Revenge

BEFORE YOU READ (Preface)

Chapter One: The Beginning of the End

Chapter Two: Revelations

Chapter Three: The Headquarters

Chapter Four: The Fateful Night

Chapter Five: Hope, Despair and Truth

Chapter Six: Unconscious Preparation

Chapter Seven: Lost - Part One

Chapter Eight: Lost - Part Two

Chapter Nine: Fulfill One's Destiny

Chapter Ten: The Beast's Beckoning - Part One

Chapter Eleven: The Beast's Beckoning - Part Two

Chapter Twelve: Alea Iacta Est

Chapter Thirteen: Arrival

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Final Chapter: Presence

Bonus Chapter: The Rainfang Pack]

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I'm still editing the structure [in fact, all the non-published chapters (even the names) are still subject to change, but I feel like I made lots of progresses!], but I'm happy that I received so many ideas! And I'm confident that this will be the final structure!

I already know the final result will be fucking epic!!

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Current state

Preface: published

Chapter One: published

Chapter Two + all the other chapters: in the works

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Btw here's the link, if you want to read it!

I'm already working better (focusing more) on Chapter Two and I can't wait to publish it!

#werewolfkin #my story #rainfang pack #werewolf #multiverse #anime #crossover #otherkin #alterhuman #wattpad #werewolf kin

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sirthisisa-wendys · 2 years

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Obedience: Sanzu Haruchiyo x Fem!Reader

synopsis: Sanzu is a hired gun for you, Hollywood's Sweetheart. But he's also your pet by night and hanging on your every word twenty-four seven. (FemDom Reader)

wc: calculating…

tw: NSFW, Minors DNI

masterlist

Song recommendation:

"Follow the sound of my voice," you whisper, tying the blindfold around your bodyguard's cotton-candy-pink hair. "You have thirteen seconds to get to me before I punish you."

Thirteen seconds? Sanzu listens with his ears, trying his best to make the fucking things work. Your feet are bare on the carpet, but that doesn't mean they're soundless.

He wrestles with the rope tied taut around his wrists, preventing him from doing anything with his hands - one wrong move and he'd be face down on the floor, absolutely helpless.

"Time starts now. One, two, three..." Sanzu shuffles on his knees toward you, feeling the carpet bite into the skin and chafe at his joints. Your voice is trailing off, getting softer, and moving around as he follows, which makes the task that much harder.

"Seven, eight, nine..."

Sanzu's pulse quickens, which goes straight to his cock, now standing at attention.

"Eleven..."

Sweat breaks out on his brow at the sound of the number falling from your glossy lips. Shit, shit, shit.

"Thirteen." His knees bump against something that feels like toes. And when the blindfold is removed, he seems that he's met with -- the clawfeet of the couch. "Not good enough, Sanzu. What if I was lost in the dark and someone tried to abduct me? You wouldn't find me in time, would you?"

"S-sorry, sorry--" Your hand shoots out to smack against his cheek.

"You said you'd be the best bodyguard I've ever had when I was so gracious to hire you. But how is it that six years later, you're just as good as you were when I met you? Improvement is needed, Sanzu. Sharks that don't move underwater die."

Sanzu takes in your displeased face, and even though you're chastising him, his cock jumps a little. He loves it when your face contorts into a look of disgust when he fails. He adores the way you cradle his chin with your hand and squeeze his cheeks, nails digging into his skin.

He loves it when you're in a bad mood.

Things like this happen. They've been happening for years now, but lately...

"Look at me, pet." Sanzu's gaze immediately flicks to your face once more. "You need to do better."

"I'll do better for you," he breathes, saliva sliding past his lips as he thinks about all the things he'd do, just for you. Only for you.

"As my main bodyguard, I have to keep you to a set of standards that are higher than anyone else's. You know this."

"Yes ma'am," he pants, cock straining to be touched by even the fabric of your fur-lined robe. God, if you would just touch his chest--

"You'll eat off the floor tonight. No masturbating or touching your cock for a week - the chastity cage sounds like a better idea, though--"

"No," he blurts out but instantly regrets even opening his mouth.

"The cage it is," you decide, pulling away from him. Your floral scent lingers after you've walked out of his sight and undone the rope from his wrists. "You don't seem to understand when to speak, all of a sudden."

When you lock his manhood into the cage, Sanzu bites back a small whimper as you touch his cock. He needs to be seen and not heard, like a good pet. Like a good boy.

"And tomorrow I have a little treat for your misbehavior."

Sanzu can only guess what that means - he just hopes it doesn't mean that you'll invite Taiju over. Again. The last time he came over... Sanzu shudders remembering how neglected he had been. How much he'd wished he was the one inside of you and not the growling beast that is the long-haired man he despises.

Sanzu sleeps on the floor and not in your bed for the first time in two weeks, and it brings him a sense of dissatisfaction. He hasn't (and won't) cum, he's cold, and worst of all, his food tasted like the floor.

But he'd get up in the morning and attempt to please you once more. It's what he's good at, he's decided. Catering to your needs and guarding your body.

It’s what he was made to do. He’s made for you.

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Might write more of these, let me know what you think! ❤️✨

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #sanzu haruchiyo smut #tokyo revengers sanzu

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gleekto · 2 years

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Fic: Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You (11/?)

Short Summary: Blaine coming of age in 1969. Columbia University. Hippie!Kurt. Elliott and Sebastian as Blaine’s mentor-friends. Unironic use of ‘groovy’. Coming out and fitting in and falling in love.

Amazing Poster by @caramelcoffeeaddict

For @slayediest who gave an inspired prompt for this way back when.

Full Chapter 1 (up to day eight) is now on AO3! Read it there for easy reading (and commenting!)

Day One, Day Two, Day Three, Day Four, Day Five, Day 6, Day Seven, Day Eight, Day Nine, Day 10

Day Eleven: Wren (Kurt)

"Is there something wrong with me?" Kurt announces as he walks into their dorm common room where Rachel, Jesse, and Quinn are sitting and talking. Jesse has his guitar and he can see from their eyes that they've been smoking.

"Do you need a drag? I have some still fresh back in my room but-"

"Not in the mood," Kurt dismisses. "I'm serious. I just came back from the Homophile League meeting,"

"Oh right!" Rachel claps her hands. "How was it?"

"I think he's about to tell us, Rachel," Quinn shakes her head.

"Blaine was there-"

"Ooooooh," They all coo in interest. "So you do like him, right? The hot guy from Ohio in your music history class."

"I didn't at all," Kurt sighs, defeated. "I honestly would never have noticed him if he hadn't done the dorm rap. Pretty eyes and all. He just looked like everybody else. But I did notice him at the dorm rap. Like he's smart, and funny, and it turns out we have a lot in common. We've kind of become friends."

"That's what you hoped after the dorm rap!" Rachel is too enthusiastic.

"So back to my question - is there something wrong with me?"

"He doesn't like you back?" Jesse seems skeptical.

"Negative," Kurt shakes his head. "And he's not subtle about it either. He literally suggested that I might get lucky and meet someone new at the dance next week. I don't think he thinks of me like that. Maybe I'm too girly, or edgy or something."

Rachel, Quinn, and Jesse all exchange looks. "Have you tried to tell him?" Quinn asks.

"That's a bad idea," Kurt says flatly.

"What do you have to lose?" Jesse asks.

"Only my pride, I guess." Kurt sighs. It's so unfair. Especially because Blaine walked into his world and his life and made the connection. And now he's stuck with the crush.

...

After class the next day, Blaine asks Kurt to walk with him and grab a coffee. Again. What is Kurt supposed to think? Just that it's a beautiful spring day to enjoy the warm sun and the chirping wrens on a platonic walk with a friend? Talk about mixed messages.

Blaine is chatty and in a good mood. "You said the hippies just found you?"

"Quinn found me."

"Yeah, so I mean do you consider yourself a hippie, like part of the movement?" They're sitting on the grass under a tree in the middle of campus, sipping their coffees.

Kurt knocks his leg and smiles. "Why? You have a problem with hippies? Pro-war, pro-guns, anti-sex?"

"Definitely not," Blaine blushes. "We should definitely get out of Vietnam, have gun control, and well, I'm in favor of sex-" He looks at Kurt meaningfully though he's sure they're both about to burst out laughing. "As long as I'm included."

"The hippies would include us," Kurt realizes how that sounds. "I mean gay people. At least my hippies would-" He thinks about how his friends are trying to encourage him to have this. To tell Blaine. "So I guess I fit in. I've got the esthetic, you've got to admit."

"Definitely. Do you - you know," Blaine makes a gesture of smoking with his two fingers.

"Smoke weed?" Kurt nods. "When I feel like it. I have some in my backpack - do you want some?"

"Me? Oh no, I've never-"

"Happy to share if you want to try," Kurt says with no pressure. "I hadn't before I came here. It's fun. In moderation. You'll never catch me high in a class or sitting out on the steps in the middle of the day."

"So there's a conservative guy in you yet," Blaine teases.

"Is there a hippie guy in you?"

Blaine seems to contemplate for a moment. "Sure. Why not? First time for everything, right?"

Kurt lights the joint he has stashed at the bottom of his backpack pocket, takes a long drag, and passes it to Blaine. "Be careful not to-" But Blaine takes a big inhale and coughs and sputters. "It might burn?" Kurt says.

"Thanks," Blaine coughs but he gets the hang of it on the next drag. "I'm a natural."

"Don't get any ideas," Kurt shakes his head. "I won't be responsible for corrupting the nerd from my music history class."

"How do you know I'm a nerd?"

"I sit beside you and see your notes. And you introduced yourself to me by asking for homework questions. I'm a nerd too. I just hide it well."

"You do," Blaine nods. "Oh I'm feeling it," Blaine says, lying himself down on the grass. "So what's your type?" And that's a non-sequitur which Kurt blames on the weed. "In guys, I mean - is it a jock, or an intellectual or-"

"Not a jock," Kurt dismisses. He lies down beside Blaine so they can look at the now setting sun. "I've had enough bad experiences with football bullies to keep me away for a lifetime. I don't know, really. What about you?"

"I don't know," Blaine closes his eyes and then opens them again. Bloodshot but still pretty. "I've never really been anyone's boyfriend."

"Me neither," Kurt says quickly. I mean it shouldn't be a surprise. They're 19 year old gay kids from small town Ohio - not exactly San Francisco. "I think nerds can be kind of cute." Kurt says it knowing he's hinting. He hears his friends' advice in his head and somehow it seems safer while marijuana courses through their veins. It's an excuse in the morning if it doesn't go well.

"Nerds, huh?" Blaine turns his face to him. "You said I was a nerd." No shit sherlock. He feels Blaine's leg pressed against his. He wants to hold the moment.

"I did," Kurt takes a deep breath. "So I'm just wondering," He's sure this is a bad idea, "Is there a reason this," He gestures between them, "isn't happening? Me and you, I mean." He closes his eyes quickly from embarrassment. When he opens them Blaine is lying there looking shocked. Not repulsed, but entirely surprised. And a bit scared.

"Am I that clueless?" Is what Blaine says, almost to himself.

Ugh bad pot-induced decision.

...(Blaine)

Kurt did just say what Blaine thinks he said. He's high and cloudy but Kurt definitely suggested that this, that they, should be happening. Blaine's ears start ringing - some kind of an internal alarm bell. Kurt is literally saying everything Blaine has wanted to hear, and they're here lying on the grass in the sunset. And he's high. His head feels fuzzy, his hands feel tingly, and Kurt wants him. And he wants Kurt.

But ugh not right now. His judgment is clouded, Kurt's judgment is clouded - What if Kurt didn't really mean it? His heart is racing. Elliott told him Kurt liked him but he wouldn't let himself believe. And now Kurt is telling him plain and simple but they're not sober and Kurt deserves much better than his current mental state.

He sits up. "Kurt," He looks at him, defeated. "I really really care about you," and Kurt looks so disappointed, it's painful. "I'm high," He says as if Kurt will understand. "I just don't want to screw this up."

He knows he has already. Elliott warned him. But the dance is tomorrow, if Kurt can wait one more day. If he'll still talk to him. Tomorrow.

#klaine spring fling #can't take my eyes off of you #gleekto writes

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Summary Ellie is nothing like her on screen character, neither is Pete Dunne.

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Ellie was nothing like her on screen persona, her character was the nicest, sweetest character Ellie had ever seen on the WWE and Ellie wasn't. Ask her friend and she'd describe her as an arsehole, Ellie just liked to think she was closed off. She didn't like people and if she didn't have to talk to them, she wouldn't - simple as that, not hard to understand really.

She hadn't come to the WWE to make friends, she hadn't started wrestling to make friends - she wrestled because she had terrible anger management and her therapist told her to. That's what she told people anyway, truth was she absolutely admired Lita growing up. All she ever wanted in life was to be as badass as her and not take anyones shit. Growing up in an countless foster homes, she was meek and quiet and never spoke unless spoken to, until she realized she didn't have to.

She talked back, she argued and if they still didn't see her point, she fought harder. She fought for everything other kids had handed to them, she fought to be respected. And who else was a highly respected but still badass woman? Lita.

She'd met her once when a particularly nice foster carer had noticed how much she liked to watch wrestling and bought meet and greet tickets. Ellie cried when the mother told her, she cried and she bawled. She was so happy.

So she met Lita, told her how she grew up in foster homes loving her and Lita smiled, hugged the tiny nine year old and signed her shirt with a stay strong, ellie scribbled on the front. She loved that shirt like she loved her foster mom, until the Alabama bush fires took her shirt and her foster mom. Ellie didn't smile for a year afterwards.

Abusive foster parents and a rough childhood left Ellie hostile to the world, she fought when she could, girls and boys behind the school, behind the diner on the corner near her house, anywhere.

It wasn't until she was fifteen that the school therapist suggest she find an outlet for all her anger, she tried soccer, football, hell, she even tried dancing. Nothing worked until the therapist told her about the new wrestling school opening up on the better side of town.

Ellie hadn't watched wrestling since she lost her foster mom and she spiraled out of control, standing on the steps of the wrestling studio had her heart hammering in her chest and hands shaking like a leaf. It wasn't until another girl near her saw how nervous she looked, took her by the hand and gently guided her into the gym.

Maria had been a few years older than her and already wrestling for a few years until her parents had relocated to Ellie's small town. Whenever her panic attacks would flare up or Ellie needed a hand with moves, Maria was there with a guiding hand and a calm voice. Whenever Maria had boy problems or girls were harrasing her, Ellie was at her back or standing by to give out hugs, something she didn't particularly like doing but it was Maria and she deserved her hugs.

So on Ellie's 16th birthday. Maria and her parents surprised her with a party and a certificate of adoption. She cried, hugged Maria and her parents, hugged the few people that came from the wrestling gym and cried again.

Eight years later, Maria and Ellie debuted on NXT and not two months later, Maria was the new NXT Womens Champion and Ellie had yet to be pinned. She'd had plenty of count-outs and disqualifications but she still hadn't been pinned until she'd aligned herself with British Strong Style.

Trent Seven, Tyler Bate and Pete Dunne were absolutely lethal in the ring and out. Seven and Bate were two of the most welcoming people she'd met in the company, her personality just clicked with theirs right from the start.

Pete Dunne was nothing like his on screen persona, yeah he's an arse, but hes never standoff-ish like his character. Ellie would rather describe him as sweet, since she'd met him he'd done nothing but try to get her to open up to him. He'd bring her coffee in the mornings and drop her home when Maria couldn't, it had taken her three weeks of being an arse for Maria to slap her around the head and tell Ellie not to be so rude.

She tried not to from then on, she thanked Pete for the coffee, invite him inside for a cup of tea after he'd drop her home and eventually it evolved into more. On free days, she'd invite him over to watch a movie and they'd cuddle on the lounge.

Pete started to ask her over for dinner, her and Maria were invited to nights out with the boys, gym sessions were mandatory and afterwards the boys would share their vegan pizza.

Ellie couldn't help herself, she started to fall for the Bruiserweight with a heart of gold. It killed her to watch him dance with girls when they went out, but she did, she turned around with a smile because all she wanted was for him to be happy. If it wasn't with her, fair enough it wasn't with her - but he was happy and that made her happy.

"C'mon love," Trent's voice echoed through Maria and Ellie's apartment, "If you don't hurry up we'll miss our booking!"

"Bowling lanes don't wait for wrestlers!" Ellie snorted when Tyler yelled out, he'd taken the joke baby of the group literally - It was a rare sight not to see him joking around.

"I'm coming! Don't get your knickers in a twist." Nora bounced down the stairs and waved her arms extravagantly when she hit the bottom, "Ta-da!"

"It took you that long to get dressed..." Trent hesitated, "...into that?"

Nora glanced down at her shirt and jeans with a frown, "I think I look fine."

"Pete likes it when you dress up." Tyler, the non stop voice of wisdom, spoke from where he was slouched on her coach.

"We're going bowling," Nora said plainly, Trent flicked any eyebrow up with out a word, "Fine, fine! I'll get changed."

She walked down five minutes later with the same shirt on, only tucked into a leather skirt, "Happy?"

Trent nodded with a smile, "Let's get out of here."

"Finally!" Trent sighed, rolling off the couch and hobbling out the door like a old man.

"You're nineteen, you bloody drama queen!" Trent snorted and followed him out the door.

It doesn't take them long to get the address Pete texted through and when they find their lane, Pete and Maria have cold beers waiting for them. Tyler downs half of his in one go and throws himself into a chair, Ellie rolls her eyes and slips into the chair next to Pete.

"Thanks guys, how was the meet and greet?" Ellie asks as she sips her drink.

"It was great," Pete's eyes flick up from Ellie's leg, "The fans were amazing as always."

"Oh, El -" Maria jumps in her seat and starts to dig through her bag and Pete gets up to start the game, "- there was this one little girl that wanted me to give you this."

She hands over a tiny bead bracelet with ELLIE ROCKS spelt out on it. Its bright yellow and doesn't match her outfit at all, but she slips it over her wrist anyway because her fan made her this. They poured their heart into it, she snaps a photo to upload twitter later so she can find the parent and send her a shirt.

"Your turn love!" Pete hollers from the point screen and gesture at the lane.

"Don't laugh at me, guys," she says as she slips her bowling shoes on, "I haven't bowled in years."

"You'll do fine, " Pete says as she grips the ball uncertainly, he see the uncertainty on her face and smiles softly, "Here, I'll give you a hand."

His large hand comes to rest on her elbow and straightens it while the other one sits on her lower back, a glance back at the group shows none of them paying attention but when she look back at Pete his face is inches from hers. Her breath catches when his eyes flicker own to her lips but then he steps away and she's left reeling.

"All you gotta do now is throw the ball down the lane." Pete tells her, his voice low, and then turns to sit with their friends.

She turns her back to them and stares a the lane, what the fucking fuck? She shakes her head and swings her arm, closes her eyes and just hopes for the best. The ball slams into the wood with a loud crack and not a second later sinks into the gutter, her second go is not much better and she turns back to the group with a shy smile.

"Told you I was no good -" she stops and eyes her friends, they're obviously trying to hide their laughter and Pete's face is bright red, "...what are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, hun." Maria stands up to take her go and whisper into Ellie's ear as she passes, "Pete was a bit too interested in watching you bowl."

She dumbfounded for a moment before she realizes that Pete was sitting directly behind her, he had a perfect eyeful of her being over. She stifles a giggle at his slowly fading red cheeks and pats his hand, "Get a good look, Dunne?"

He frowns as Seven and Bate laugh loudly, ignoring her in favor of his beer. Ellie watches as Maria bowls a strike and lays her head on Pete's shoulder, "Sorry for teasing."

Pete shifts and drops his shoulder for her to lean on more comfortably, "All good, love."

"Were you really staring at my are?" Ellie asks as she traces pattern on Pete's bare arm that's resting softly on her thigh.

"...yeah."

"Pete!" She laughs and nudges his arm off of her, but he catches her hand and bring it up to his lips.

He brushes a soft kiss against her knuckles and stares evenly into her eyes, "Its a very nice arse, love."

"Pete!" Trent hollers, "You're up, mate."

Pete drops her hand into her lap and moves to take his turn, Ellie watches him walk away until Maria plops into the open seat. "What was all that?"

"C'mon," Ellie pulls maria our of her seat and towards the bar, "I need another drink."

"Wait, what happened?" Maria stumbles behind her and watches as Ellie's head slumps into her hands at the bar.

"I have it so, so bad for Pete." Ellie groans from behind her hands.

"Well, duh."

Ellie glances up at her from between her fingers and snorts, "I shouldn't even surprised that you already know."

"Is it that obvious?" She sighs as they collect their drinks.

"Yeah, I mean-" she hesitates, "I don't know if Pete knows but he's usually pretty clued on when it come to these things. He knew Peyton and I liked each other before we did."

"El! Its your turn!"

Ellie sighs and orders another round for the boys, the waitress is quicker with these ones and they carry them back to the boys. Pete's eyes follow Ellie as she sets the drinks down and grabs her ball, she swallows nervously and glances back at him, winks slowly and bends to take her shot.

She bowls a strike and turns back to the group smugly, "Someones gonna catch up."

Tyler rolls his eyes, "She's gonna be a sore winner, isn't she?"

"Always is, kid." Trent barks a laugh when Tyler's face falls.

They keep bowling until Tyler wins, smugly throwing his arms up and parading around with a toy wrestling belt he'd smuggled in for the winner. Ellie laughs and gives him a high five because she may be a sore winner, she's not a sore loser.

They wander over to the arcade and avoid the sea of children surrounding the kids toys. Ellie laughs as her and Maria fail spectacularly at Dance, Dance, Revolution, pouts childishly when Trent's demolishes her at buck hunting-

("Its not fair, you cheated!"

"...its buck hunting, El. How am I possibly able to cheat at it?"

"I don't know but you did, anyway.")

And laughs like a hyena when she beats Tyler's record at PacMan, who vows to never leave the machine until he beats her record,

(Trent and Maria pull him away five minutes later.)

Ellie wanders around the arcade until she finds Pete lazily throwing basketballs in the back of the arcade, she's stopped for a moment when she sees his arms flex in his singlet. She leans up against the side and tries to keep her eyes from ogling his arms, it doesn't work very well but Pete hasn't complained yet.

"I bet you I can sink all of these balls." Pete wages as he stuff another token into the machine and watches the balls drop.

"What's the wager?" Ellie's asks and settles on the seat of a motorbike game next to him.

"A kiss." He says, she eyes his face and sees not one trace of humour.

"Here?" She glances around, "Pete, there's kids everywhere."

"We'll find somewhere."

He's dead serious and she figures it can't hurt, he won't sink them all. "Fine."

Oh, how wrong she was. As soon as the words left her mouth, Pete turned and sunk the first ball, followed by the second, then the third and another after that. She can't watch, she closes her eyes and listens to the swish after swish until the buzzer sounds and she's jerked out of her seat. She briefly notices the 30/30 on the machine before Pete pull her from the arcade, hurries out of the building and has her pressed against the side of the building in minutes.

His lips press against her roughly, leaving a scorching trail of heat when they brush. Their teeth knock, their lips bite and hands grab everything they can, hers are grabbing his shirt, his are sliding down to her thighs before she's lifted and pressed against the wall harder. Rough hands press under her shirt and along her ribcage, she arches into his touch and -

"You have to return those shoes! They're property of the - oh."

- flinches away as the shoe loan worker swings around the corner. Pete drops her quickly and she blushes as she fixes her shirt. The shoes are pulled off and Pete and Nora are left standing in the shadows with socks on.

"Go home, kids."

They mumble apologies and flee to Pete's car where Nora pulls their shoes out of her bulging bag, she laughs airily and leans against the hood of Pete's car. "Well, that was fun."

Pete smirks and arches an eyebrow, "Fun? I just had a heart attack!"

"Don't be a wimp." She laughs and runs her hand over his shoulder. He catches her around the waist and draws her closer to him, pressing her between him and the car.

"Do you want to stay over tonight?" He asks as he brushes his lips against hers.

"Hell, yes."

#wwe imagine #pete dunne #pete dunne imagine #bruiserwight #wwe #imagines #trent seven #tyler bate #united kingdom champion #bowling

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