#I mean like public reunion for an event or something

[lovetilltheam]

Not to alarm anyone but ot5 reunion might come earlier than we think

#and by reunion I don’t mean one direction is back together touring #I mean like public reunion for an event or something #they are twisting the narrative so much #somethings up #if we get a Larry interaction it’s over #one direction

[uyuforu]

Jungkook's Union Asteroid in Natal Chart, Juno PC & Briede PC

-> Union (1585) asteroid is an asteroid that tells why you fall for your partner but also the circumstances of your meeting. it's good to look at it in synastry and composite. When looking at it in personal charts, it can tell you how you will meet your FS and why you will fall for them

-> This is not the only way to see how you will meet a FS! This is just interesting to see :)

Jungkook's Natal Chart

Union in Aquarius

-> This placement generally could mean meeting online, or meeting at unexpected time, unexpected places. The day could have gone a little weird to him that day, or he spent a lot of times online, or using technologies. He could find that day unique or just different than the others, something strange is in the air that day! This meeting is sudden but in a weird way. Aries Union has the same vibe but it means that it's unexpected and love at first sight, Aries usually means we are nervous, anxious because it's so sudden, we are not prepared. Aquarius is sudden but we are intrigued, we want to know who is this person. You could say it's a bit attraction at first sight. It's like "wow idk who u are but girl I wanna know". Aquarius are interested in anything different so JK will literally be astonished by his FS, and will want to figure out who she is. It also means meeting through friends or being friends first.

-> Union is also an asteroid to look for when you wanna know why you fall for your spouse, so here JK will fall for her so being different, unique. He will be astonished by her, he never met someone like her before. She looks, sound, appears, different. Everything about her is so unique, he will just fall for her so much. It also gives the vibe to fall for your best friends, maybe JK and her will be friends first but JK will fall for her.

Union in 2H

-> Meeting during Jk's everyday routine. it could literally be a day like the others to him. Nothing changed that day so it could also means meeting at an unexpected time (since it's during his everyday routine). It could be meeting because of money, a contract, a work reunion, etc. Meeting at classy events, upper-classes events. Looking good that day. Meeting at the bank, outside, in nature, somewhere we can shopping, somewhere we can eat.

-> Union here could signify FS will look very good, and JK will fall for her because of that. He could like how stable she is and how expensive she looks. She could be very charismatic and classy woman, he likes it and it seems like he wants to be part of her everyday routine lol. He will want to see her everyday.

Union 25°

-> The degree 25 is an Aries degree, making the love at first sight so true. It's totally meeting out of the blue, suddenly. Someone could be nervous, love comes fast, sudden attraction, physical attraction.

-> Falling for her appearance, love comes at first sight.

Jungkook's Juno Persona Chart

Union in Cancer

-> The meeting could happen with family members around them, or people we consider family. For ex, this could be BTS members or HYBE members around him instead of actual family. Meeting at a very feminine place or a place full of women. Feeling like we met before, there is a soul connection. Feeling like home and comfortable with one another directly. Being nice and cute to each other. Having a crush. Soft meeting. Shy and reserved.

-> He loves she looks innocent, she looks young and he wants to protect her. There is a feeling he wants to provide her a home, he wants her to be his. He recognizes she is his home, he recognizes her as his FS. He falls for her because she looks feminine, she looks like his ideal partner. She looks like a wife literally. She looks like she could be a good mother and looks like the mother of his children. Def loves her curves.

Union in 10H

-> Public meeting, meeting at work, meeting to sign a contract. Meeting as colleagues, love story that begins at work. Meeting somewhere classy, jazzy, at night or sunset time. Fancy dinners, company dinners, fancy places. Money could be important here. Romantic vibes.

-> She looks very cold, professional, and hard working, and he likes it. She doesn't seem lazy. She looks someone who works hard for what she wants in life, and he may have a work crush with her. May often wants to invite her to dinner. She looks expensive and hard to get. He loves that, he feels like she embodies feminine energies and he embodies masculine's energies. He wants to be a man for her, not a boy.

Union 17°

-> Meeting her while she is and he is famous, meeting at celebrity events, concerts, artistic events. Events where people are having fun and celebrating. Music could play. Meeting for entertainment matters. Public meeting.

-> He will def show off during their 1st meeting. With the 10H he could show off his money or possessions. The degree (Leo) can tell us he will show off his popularity, his fame. He will want her to see how shiny he is, how amazing he is. He will def seem cocky lol. He likes how shiny she is, her hair, laugh and smile. She is the sun and he wants to gravitate around her. But because he has such a crush on her, he wants her to be the same to him. He wants to show her how sunny he is too, so he will show off.

Jungkook's Briede Persona Chart

Union in Gemini

-> Meeting where people talk, where people speak many languages. Communication could be happening. It can also be gossip things like fans, paparazzi, journalists, etc. Someone could feel anxious and stressed out by the situation.

-> She sounds smart to him, could talk many different languages. He will like the way she speaks, her voice. He will fall for her brain, for her abilities. Def will think how amazing and cultivate she is. He can even brag to her friends how she is so smart for him. He will def put her on a pedestal.

Union in 10H

(already said before)

Union 22°

(same as the 10H)

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[adelliet]

JOEL MILLER X F!READER

Birthday gift

Summary: It's your birthday today and you have a family reunion, where is of course, invited your boyfriend Joel, who wanted to give you the biggest gift from they all.

Warnings: 18+, teasing, unprotected sex piv, little public sex ig?, rough

A/N: I am sorry of there are maybe some mistakes, my first language isn't english! Sending love <3

You sat cultured at a large rectangular table where your family sat around you. Everyone was here, your parents, your grandparents, your cousins, aunts, uncles, sisters, brothers...everyone.

You were glad that everyone could find time to celebrate your 25th birthday together like this. You don't even remember the last time you celebrated someone's birthday like this, so you really appreciated it and after all, you only turn 25 once.

So far everything has gone smoothly. Everyone was laughing and telling each other their life stories about what they experienced when you were not together. The only thing you were worried about was Joel, who was sitting right across the long table from you, and he hadn't stopped staring at you ever since you brought everyone's food to the table.

His look clearly indicated that he was up to something, that he wanted something. But you tried to ignore your boyfriend and focus on the moment you had together now. You see Joel quite often, after all, he is your neighbor and since you are also partners, it is clear that you meet often, so of course you appreciate his presence at your celebration, but after all, you prefer your family in this situation.

Whenever your eyes landed on Joel, he had that mischievous smirk on him that always meant something fishy. You've learned that this often means that he imagines you doing unchristian things with Joel. But you tried to clearly indicate to him with your eyes that this is a family gathering and now is really not a good time for it. You had no idea if he couldn't get it from your looks, or if he's just a guy and didn't get it either, but still, the smirk still remained on his face, and it didn't go away, like it was tattooed.

"And honey, how are you two doing anyway?" suddenly your mom asked you and all heads turned towards your face causing you to feel slightly anxious. Joel always knew what to do at events like this, so he shifted all the attention everyone was giving you now to himself. "We're doing great! We even have our six month anniversary next week" Joel saved you and everyone started whispering about Joel right away, but he didn't mind, instead he was happy to help you. Joel has no idea how lucky you are to have him.

“Okay I have some other food in the kitchen, so I am just gonna bring it” you cut off the chatter and got up from the table to go to the kitchen. As you walked past Joel, you suddenly heard "I'm going to help her". You smiled a little at the fact that Joel was going with you to the kitchen alone, but you still kept an eye on discipline and how nerve-wracking it would be to have a cojitus right next door in front of your family.

When you walked in, you started taking the bowles out of the drawers, which were too high even for you. You went all the way up on your tiptoes to reach them when a boy's muscular hand handed you that one chosen bowl, very carefully and slowly. "Little struggling with that huh?" he said provocatively and you hit him gently on the shoulder as you took the bowl from him. "Shut up!" you laughed and placed the bowl on the table, right next to the cookies. You were about to open the package when you felt an unexpected movement behind you. Suddenly, there were two massive hands on your hips that traveled up to your stomach and back to your hips. Joel was standing right behind you placing soft kisses on your neck which made you giggle a bit because it tickled.

At first you thought it was just innocent touching when you started to feel a dangerous pressure in what looked like a lump in your ass. On top of that, Joel's touches were starting to slowly lose control, so you decided to calm Joel down. "Stop it” you said but not angry or aggressive, just in a warning tone so that he would really stop.

But Joel didn't listen to your words, he didn't react to them in any way and continued what he was doing, even more strongly. The bulge in your ass began to grow, and Joel's touches moved downwards under your pants. At that moment, you had to do much more than just words.

You moved his hands away from your body and turned around so you were facing Joel. You were small compared to him, after all he was almost 20 centimeters taller, but that never stopped you from going after Joel. "Joel! My whole family is sitting over there and-" you wanted to continue, but your gaze narrowed at Joel's already rather erect cock, which was directly trapped in his pants and wanted to be free so badly.

Staring at the huge bulge in his pants for a moment, you swallowed and looked back up at Joel, who had his smirk back on. "No Joel! Not now" "Come on" he tried to convince you and placed his arms on your hips again, while gently stroking your neck.

You tried to dodge his mouth, but he still held you and you had no room to dodge anymore. "Joel, later okay?" So you tried to be kind and tactful to him, so that after everyone leaves he can do whatever he wants with you. But Joel is stubborn. "Give me a few minutes, please" he said persuasively as he subtly began to suck your neck creating purple spots. "A few minutes? Joel that's-" "5 minutes" he cut you off, alpha male energy emanating from him. He confidently said this number, which not only interested and surprised you, but also made you laugh a little. "You would bring us both to orgasm in 5 minutes?" you asked in disbelief and when Joel heard your ironic voice he stopped sucking on your neck and pulled away from him so he could look you in the eye.

“What? You don't believe me?” he asked you with a smile and his hands ended up on your back, specifically your juicy ass, which Joel just had to squeeze. You jumped a little at this unexpected move, but you still tried to answer his question. "No and I don't even want to find out" you retorted and wanted to turn back to the table so you could finally pour the chocolate chip cookies into the bowl.

But Joel didn't let you go, he held you tightly by your hips so that you couldn't go anywhere and you had to stand in one place and look at Joel, who was throwing his hungry face at you. "Bet?" he said in such a sexy and rough voice that you would have gone after him long ago, but you're not alone and you don't want to risk your family catching you fucking your boyfriend a few steps away on your birthday. You can save that for the evening, as a conclusion.

“Joel, just try to hold it okay?” “I can't look what you do to me” he said, still looking at you but you know what was he talking about. He was talking about that huge bulge in his pants that was really trying to come out and fuck you hard right on the table behind you. Joel didn't care that your family was right behind you, that everyone was there and you'd sink to the floor in shame if you got caught, no, he didn't give a single shit.

“It's not my fault” you tried to defend yourself and resist his accusation that his now standing with a hard cock was your fault. You wouldn't say if you were somehow provoking him, or teasing him, but you were just breathing. You weren't even wearing any revealing clothes.

"Actually, it is, if you weren't so fucking beautiful..." he said the last words to your neck, which he bit and sucked again, but no longer gently, but very aggressively and passionately. You had to sigh at his biting the sensitive spot on your neck, but you tried to be quiet so as not to attract attention.

“Joel, let’s leave it for the evening-” “Give me 5 minutes, I swear” he mumbled into your ear and returned to your neck, this time from the other side where you still didn’t have the purple pacifiers, which Joel had to correct immediately. His kissing on your neck made you hot and excited, you stopped noticing your surroundings for a moment, how good you felt. You couldn't control yourself and started moaning quietly, making Joel even more turn on.

“Oh fuck, don't do this to me” he groans, as he heard your heave girly breathing, that Joel loved. Whenever he hears you like that he can't help but go after you whether you like it or not and he did that now. He grabbed your rear thighs and lifted you up so that your hips were level with his. You automatically wrapped your legs around Joel, and all your thoughts and good conscience about leaving naughty things for the evening suddenly dissolved and you, you don't even know how, glued your lips to his.

You stopped kissing Joel for a moment, leaning a little back from his face. “You said 5 minutes?” you assured yourself with a devilish smirk on your face. Joel immediately nodded in agreement. “Okay…” you whispered to yourself, setting the timer on your watch. As soon as you set them, Joel came after you like a wild animal again. Now it remains to be seen whether he can do it or not.

There was no going back now. Both of you were glued together not only by lips but also by body, Joel held your thighs tightly and quickly walked to the kitchen counter which was at least more covered from the room where everyone was sitting.

As soon as he put you on the line, Joel started taking off his pants and you helped him. You didn't even blink and Joel's hard cock was already in the air, twitching with anticipation. As soon as he had his flesh out, Joel slid his massive hand under your dress where he grabbed your red sexy panties and pulled them down to your ankles with a sharp movement. But during all these movements, you never once stopped the passionate kisses.

Even though your naturals were practically completely bare now, you were still waiting, or rather, Joel was waiting. But he couldn't hold it for too long, so he took you by the hips with both hands and pulled you in such a way that he had a good passage inside and at the same time so that you wouldn't fall. Meanwhile, you had one arm wrapped around Joel's muscular neck and the other leaning against the kitchen counter from behind to keep you from toppling over.

Joel stopped kissing you and looked down at your legs and his bare cock. Both of you breathed excitedly and roughly, tensely waiting to finally be inside each other. Joel tried to coordinate himself so that he could finally enter you while you tried to help him by opening your legs more. Joel grabbed his cock and gently slid it into your entrance, causing a gasp not only from you but also from him. You were so tight. You wrapped Joel's cock right up and he fucking loved it.

You started quietly moaning his name, as he started thrust into you with his huge dick, making you throwing your head back. Your whole body were bouncing to the rhytm of Joel's thrusting, whichc started getting faster every second. You both were groaning and moaning, but you cannot control your voice anymore, as you were focused on Joel inside of you.

You started moaning louder but luckily Joel covered your mouth so no one could hear you but him. He didn't look at your face, but only at your body, at your breasts trapped in your clothes, at your legs that rippled like the sea every time his pelvis touched yours.

His breath was warm and strong, you could feel it through your clothes to your cold chest. The wet and juicy sounds were getting louder, but you couldn't control either. Your vagina was filling with juice, and Joel's cock was starting to lose its hold. Every time Joel gets damn close, he starts doing incredible and unimaginable things with his hips. He stops controlling them and lets them do whatever they want, do whatever it takes to get into you. He didn't even pull his dick completely out of you, just a few inches at a time. You felt yourself getting damn close, the sensation of releasing liquid onto Joel's cock was starting to rise, your legs stiffened and your toes curled.

"Do you want to help there?" suddenly you heard your mom yelling at you and you curiously looked into the kitchen but you were perfectly hidden. You wanted to answer, but you couldn't because the feeling of pleasure and orgasm kept fast approaching. "N-no!" you finally yelled, very jerky. You could feel Joel's sneer as you answered your mom.

"Joel I-" "I know baby" he whispered in pleassure, his voice low and deep like a husky. He started feeling his cock twitching and his veins popping, as his precum started getting out of his tip. You both knew that you're not far from your orgasm.

Few more thrusts and you sighed loudly and very softly as a warm feeling enveloped you and you finally relaxed your entire body, including your walls that were wrapped tightly around Joel's cock the whole time. Joel moaned loudly too, right after you as his cock stopped moving inside you so he could squirt his cum into you. Joel's cum and your juice mixed together like some new potion.

You panted heavily trying to catch your breath. Your heart pounded continuously and the blood in your veins began to rush through your body. Both your and Joel's chests moved up and down rapidly to finally get enough oxygen into your lungs. Suddenly, you heard a beeping from your phone, that Which clearly indicated that 5 minutes had passed. Joel laughed proudly when he heard the alarm clock, it gave him confidence and proved to you that he really can do anything. "See?" he said haughtily and you stared at Joel's face in disbelief. He was right, he even made it before 5 minutes. He is incredible. Literal god of sex

"Are you sure you don't want to help?" you heard your mom again which made you laugh a little as she asked again. "Yes mom, don't worry" you reassured your mother again, this time in a normal tone. It wasn't long before you were both breathing calmly. Joel therefore slowly pulled his cock out of you, making both of you groan a little, and then he put on his pants and handed you your panties from the ground that had fallen off your ankle during sex. You thanked Joel with a smile and jumped off the kitchen counter to put on your panties.

“Don't underestimate me like that next time” he added when he has finally his pants on. He took the bowl of cookies to your family and left you there with a provocative smile on his face. You shake your head and smirked at Joel's confidence.

Well that was the best birthday gift anyone could possibly gave you.

#pedro pascal #smut #joel miller #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #joel x reader #joel x y/n #joel x you #pedro pascal x reader #joel miller smut #joel the last of us #joel miller x y/n

[tinydeskwriter]

Traitor

EXTRA ONE; PARTE TWO; EXTRA TWO; PART THREE

singer!reader

summary: he took everything from you, so you are taking something from him. or, Harry is your ex, who left you for another woman after eight years of dating, your feeling revengeful and it's the Grammy’s night 2021.

word count: 3567

warning: angsty

A/n: THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING HARRY. Niall make’s a appearance, Zayn is mentioned, let’s remember that this is fiction and it doesn’t reflect my personal opinions, but, like in every cheating story, we need villains… reader is in no way perfect, she is revengeful, she’s not meek, I decided to write her because I am tired of the nice, understanding, good girl, forgiving and moving on trope, I want someone who will be revengeful and mean and make him pay and regret for her broken heart…even if she still loves him. English is not my first language, so please be kind.

TRAITOR

Grammy Night- 2021, March 14

Her skin is glowing and she is more beautiful than ever.

Her hair shines under the lights, loose in waves to her hips with a diamond star tiara adorning it borrowed from Fred Leighton. Her dress is entirely hidden under a cloak embroidered in silver threads and small crystals, which she has no intention of taking off before her performance.

It's the first time the pop icon has been seen in public since the end of her more than eight-year long relationship was announced by her ex's representatives back in December.

Her team had remained silent, even when they were approached by members of the press for comment after Harry was photographed with his new love less than a month later. Her only comment to the whole debacle was a post on Twitter: {I guess I won our ‘I love you more’ game}, that fans took as a admission that Harry had left her for his director.

For all intents and purposes, Y/n seemed to have disappeared from the face of the Earth after their break-up.

Emails went unanswered, messages went unread and calls ignored. No one had found her in their London home, the penthouse in Tribecca, the mansion in Los Angeles or the Villa in Italy that the couple had acquired together during their years of relationship,— another thing they had to sort out— despite never having married, they had acquired assets together, properties, cars, works of art, Harry's lawyers were already starting to lose patience with Y/n's team not knowing the singer's whereabouts. He wanted to solve everything as quickly as possible to start the new chapter of his life.

Y/n posed for some photos on the red carpet—she looked more beautiful than ever, yes, but fans would comment on the photos afterwards, she didn't look radiant as usual, her smile was small and forced, and her eyes lacked the usual sparkle— she refused to do interviews or answer questions, soon being escorted by her manager into the event.

The singer had seven nominations, and after the critical success that her album had been, it was certain that at least some of the awards she would take home— to join the twelve she already had from her previous albums—, after her dramatic four-month disappearance, her performance was also highly anticipated, as was the reunion between her and Harry—after all, he had also received nominations and was expected to perform that night—.

Y/n walked around the event hall being escorted to her table at the front of the stage, stopping from moment to moment to be greeted and congratulated on the nominations, one person or another regretted the end of the relationship, 'you two made such a beautiful couple' she listened more than once that night.

Their table was between Billie Eilish and Dua Lipa’s table, and she had a perfect view of Harry’s a little further back. He was the opening performance, so she wouldn't see him for a while.

Y/n would only perform in the middle of the show, she was the artist who had received the most stage time— long enough to sing a three-song medley, never heard before music that would be released on EP that night—, it was her way of correcting the narrative and to let people know her side of the story. For far too long she allowed his team to control the narrative, control the damage to his image.

After all, TPWK is kind of hypocritical when you cheat on your girlfriend of almost a decade and leave her for another woman.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” her manager and friend questioned when they were both sitting away from the hearing field of the people around them. “You can keep the cloak on during the performance…”

“But then it wouldn't be revenge...” Y/n said back. “He took everything from me, I want him to suffer a little, I want to make it difficult, I want him to see wha I am taking from him...”

They were supposed to be planning a wedding.

The beginning of the rest of their lives together.

They had been together since she was sixteen years old, she had practically 'grown up' with him, H was as much a part of her identity as she was his. They knew each other better than anyone, all the secrets, the personality traits. They were one of those couples that didn't even need words to communicate, that was the level that they knew each other.

He took her happiness away from her.

And why? Because he was lonely? Because he couldn’t be by himself for two months?

They usually planned their schedules around each other so they could be together, the longest period they had away was when he was still in the band, and Y/n embarked on her first solo tour. But now they were getting into acting, and Covid got in the way of filming schedules, her movie was pushed, and then they are filming at the same time in two different countries.

There was also some sourness over the fact that she got the role in the Elvis biopic and he didn’t.

The ceremony began. Y/n barely paid attention until Harry walked onto the stage, handsome in a black leather suit, shirtless and with a green boa. She smiled slightly, knowing there would be cameras on her, and held back the urge to cry—in vain, as her eyes were watering, and by the end of the performance when she gracefully clapped, tears had run down her face—.

How could she not cry when he was on stage, singing a song about her, as if it didn’t affected him after he'd broken her heart?

She had already won Video of the Year at the premiere ceremony, beating Beyonce, Harry and Drake, and lost Best Duo to Ariana and Lady Gaga.

Y/n was ushered backstage to prepare for her performance just as Harry took the stage to receive his first-ever Grammy—her second loss that night—.

As she walked, an assistant helped her remove her tiara and replace it with a more over the top headdress, a large halo with flowers and a delicate red veil that fell over her eyes.

The singer dropped the cape, showing off the dress she would wear in the performance.

A masterpiece in fabric. Sheer so you could see her skin through the fabric, the delicate tattoos accumulated over the years, the delicate crystal flowery embroidery covering all the necessary parts, and the colorful embroidery of a bleeding red heart between her breasts.

Her belly of almost six months of pregnancy delicately accentuated and proudly showing for the word to see.

Y/n truly looked half a goddess.

The woman smiled when she saw her longtime friend waiting for her near the stage stairs, guitar in hand.

“Thank you for agreeing to this.” She greeted him with kisses on the cheeks as the stagehands prepared her.

“And miss my chance to perform at the Grammys?” Niall joked with a smile, then got serious. “He's my friend but you're a sister to me, and he hurt you, of course I'll stand by your side.” Y/n never had a big family, her whole life had been her and her mother, and her mother had passed away in 2019 after two years of battling cancer. When Harry left her, she lost the last family she had left. Hearing Niall call her sister made her emotional, no matter how many times she heard it.

She didn't know what would become of her if it wasn't for Niall and Zayn in the last few months. Zayn, Gigi and Khai had been her support system when everything seemed to fall apart. It was Zayn who called Niall, who dropped everything to be with her.

Niall and Zayn had helped her write her heartbroken songs, her version of the breakup that still generated tabloid gossip. The songs were more acoustic than her usual, and normally she would play the guitar herself, but her belly wouldn't allow it, so she asked Niall, who knew the compositions as well as she did. She needed the emotional support of his presence to keep from falling apart—other than that she knew the internet would go crazy seeing her accompanied by another member of her ex's former band—.

“Thank you so much Ni.” She thanked him with a sincere smile, squeezing his hand. “You and Z, I don't know what I would do without you two.”

He gave her an understanding smile and helped her onto the stage.

Y/n's stage was simpler than Taylor's cabin in the woods had been, but her intention was to keep things simple and delicate so as not to distract from the songs.

The stage was covered in flowers, a garden of wilted sunflowers, there was a high stool for Niall to sit on, and a white grand piano, the backing singers and her band were already in place. Niall sat in his place, while Y/n positioned herself behind the door she would enter through.

She heard Noah Trevor announce her performance on the main stage, and the voice in the earpiece cued the band to start playing the chords of I Burned LA Down.

Y/n opened the door just before singing, the spotlight focused on her, she walked through the stage in between the flowers as the background changed to the Positano summer sunset.

The same sunset under which Harry had proposed her in 2019.

She hooked the microphone to the stand, eyes closed as she sang to try to contain the emotion, one hand on her stomach where the only good things left of their relationship was kicking her hard on the ribs.

You can’t make a God of somebody, 

Who isn’t even half of a half decent man

Her band started to transition to Traitor, she took a deep breath, knowing she probably wouldn't be able to hold back the tears now, the next two songs in the medley are deeply emotional ones to her.

Green guilty eyes and little white lies Yeah, 

I played dumb but I always knew 

That you'd talk to her, maybe did even worse 

I kept quiet so I could keep you

She was accusing him in every way except calling out his name, everyone knew who she meant, and she imagined everyone's shock.

There was no need for a guessing game as in the songs of so many other singers.

Y/n had only dated Harry since she was 16, he had green eyes, the timeline of his new relationship was already suspicious to many fans, but so far Y/n hadn't spoken about it and everyone accepted the version given by the team of the new couple.

The dancers entered through the same door that she had entered, during the chorus, they danced among themselves and around the singer, interacting with her at one time or another as she could not properly dance.

The background was slowly changing to the starry sky of Palm Springs, the same beautiful winter night sky from the day that he broke up with her—because he was starting to grow feelings for the director ten years older than he was, and he wanted to explore those feelings—.

It took you two days 

To go off and date her 

Guess you didn't cheat 

But you're still a traitor

Y/n didn't even realize when she started crying.

Her voice expressed all the pain and suffering she felt at that moment, and there, present and at home watching, thousands of hearts broke alongside with hers.

The more observant would notice that she still had her engagement ring on her finger, as well as Harry's 'S' ring —which he had given her a few years ago, representing the fact that he intended to one day make her his wife— and she played with the rings over her bulging belly.

When she's sleeping in the bed we made 

Don't you dare forget about the way 

You betrayed me 

'Cause I know that you'll never feel sorry 

For the way I hurt, yeah

Dramatically, Y/n intended to return the rings to him during the ceremony, the famous 17-carats engagement ring and his gold ‘S’ ring would be delivered to his table as soon as she was called on stage to receive an award—because everyone knew she would receive it— her latest album had broken all records, and she was the female artist with the longest-running song on the Billboard 100 for 78 weeks, the same song that had won Video of the Year for.

The lights dimmed as the song transitioned to Enough for You, the dancers left the stage, followed by the background singers and part of the band. Under the spotlight were just Y/n, Niall and Jay, her guitarist.

I knew from the start this is exactly how you'd leave 

You found someone more exciting 

The next second, you were gone 

And you left me there cryin', wonderin' what I did wrong

Y/n looked off into nothing while singing, it wasn't like there was an audience, the only people watching was Taylor Swift, who had performed shortly before and was returning to the main stage, and Dua Lipa, who would perform later, and was on the way to her stage.

She had learned of the closeness between Harry and Olivia through Glenne Azoff back in November, but chose to believe Harry when he visited her in Australia and said there was nothing between them. How foolish she was. The next time she saw him, she was excited to inform him about the possibility pregnancy they'd been dreaming of, but before she could say anything, he broke up with her.

He said all his reasons. And Y/n had never felt so worthless before, so not good enough.

And maybe I'm just not as interesting 

As the girls you had before 

But God, you couldn't have cared less 

About someone who loved you more 

I'd say you broke my heart 

But you broke much more than that 

Now I don't want your sympathy 

I just want myself back

She'd given herself 100% in a relationship for nearly nine years, she'd loved him with every bit of her broken heart, only for him to dump her for a woman he'd met in two months.

Don't you think I loved you too much to be used and discarded? 

Don't you think I loved you too much to think I deserve nothing?

Her voice failed amidst the tears, though she kept singing the song until the end, it was safe to say there weren't many dry eyes.

You say I'm never satisfied 

But that's not me, it's you 

'Cause all I ever wanted was to be enough 

But I don't think anything could ever be enough 

For you, enough for you, oh-oh 

No, nothing's enough for you

The stage lights dimmed with the last chords played by Niall, and the camera turned to Noah Travor, as stagehands approached to help the singer with the equipment strapped to the back of her dress. Niall dropped the guitar leaning it against the bench he had been sitting on, and approached his friend hugging her while she finished crying in his arms.

“You were fantastic.” Niall praised her stroking her back. “Breathtaking, I don't think I've ever seen such an emotional performance.”

“I'll never be able to thank you enough for everything...” She said against his shoulder.

They were interrupted by Y/n's assistant warning her that she had to change clothes and get back to her table, she only had twenty minutes until the next category she was nominated for was announced. She said goodbye to Niall with kisses on the cheek, promising to see him later at the after party in her house.

The assistant helped her change her hair ornaments on the way to the dressing room, her dress zip was already halfway down when she reached the door, and her support staff made quick work of helping her get dressed. Her second dress was worthy of a movie star, with crystal embroidery, and fringe, tight, again showing off the shapes that Y/n had gained with pregnancy —she was one of those lucky women who had only grown in her belly, from the back she didn't even look pregnant—. She glowed under the artificial lights, the crystals shimmering rainbow colors whenever she moved.

“Y/n...” Lisa, Y/n's assistant for over five years called her. The singer turned, her eyes quickly falling on the jewelry box the older woman had in her hand. The young woman sighed, taking one last look at the rings she had worn more than any other piece of jewelry in her life, she had put them on for the first time in months that night, and it was as if she had never taken them off. She slipped them through her fingers for the last time, depositing them inside the box offered by Lisa. “I'll deliver it myself, as soon as you're on stage.”

The singer just nodded, following the stage assistant back to her table. She was greeted by Taylor Swift on the way back, who praised her performance, the two briefly took off their masks to speak, and Y/n was sure there would be photos online of the moment "Harry Styles' two famous exes hug at the Grammys. After Y/n Y/l/n debut songs about the breakup with the British singer."

Y/n had barely sat down when the night's second General Category was announced. The video with the Song of the Year nominees played on the screen, and then Noah opened the envelope with the winner's name.

“Wow, this is tense...” He said into the microphone, holding up the open envelope. “And the Grammy Award Winner for Song of the Year is... Boys Will Be Boys* by Y/n Y/l/n.”

Y/n stood up to the applause, hugging her manager, and walking to the stage in calm steps concentrating on not falling off her high heels, her music playing in the background as Noah offered her his hand on the steps.

“Thank you.” She thanked him before going to the microphone, and taking the award in her hands, feeling the weight in both hands. She looked at the people seated and smiled. “Golly, I honestly didn't prepare a speech, my manager, I love you Lia, said and I quote: You're against Queen Bey, Billie, HER, TS, Dua and Julia...don't even bother...” Y/n waited for the affectionate laughter to subside before continuing. “I would like to dedicate this award to all of my fantastic team, to the fans, without you I wouldn't be here today, to my fellow nominees, just being nominated alongside you would have already been an immense honor, I would also like to dedicate this award to all the artists who wrote and released spectacular songs in the year gone by and weren't nominated tonight, an award, a nomination, doesn't diminish your worth. Thank you.”

Y/n was hugged by Lia and Lisa as soon as she left the stage.

“He looked like a kicked puppy when I handed him de box.” Lisa commented in the singer's ear when the two hugged. “He's completely stunned, and Jeff looked stressed.”

Knowing Jeff as she did, he was probably thinking of ways to reverse the negative publicity they were getting.

Lia showed the cell phone to the singer.

By all estimates, Y/n's EP could break the record for most streams in the first 24 hours held by Taylor Swift's 'Foklore', while 'Traitor' and 'Good Enough' were competing against each other for the song with the most number of streams in the first 24 hrs. People were listening and commenting, sharing their reactions on Tik Tok and Instagram.

It was all trending on Twitter, the Harries were disappointed in their idol, and Y/n's fans had even started a boycott campaign on Twitter canceling Holivia and their movie. If until now things were contained with their blurry narrative, after the release of the EP and the singer's performance at the Grammys, it had turned into a truly shit show. Her pregnancy had also blindsided the world, most agreed that the baby was Harry’s, with only a few questioning the paternity.

She gave Lisa her phone back.

They went back to their table, Y/n still had three more nominations.

“Jeffrey texted me.” Lia commented, already typing a reply. “They want a meeting.” The older woman didn’t take her eyes off her cell phone, typing furiously on the device. They knew lawyers would be included in the meeting, Lia was used to Jeff's more aggressive MO.

Y/n had never had to deal with any of that, because until that moment she had been Harry's ‘Lovie’, and they were in same team, now she would be on the opposite side of the table.

“We’re ready.” Y/n said without taking her eyes off the stage, clapping at the right moments. “The lawyers have already prepared all the documents.”

Y/n intended to make him pay for her broken heart.

She glanced quickly at Lia. “Just make sure the meeting is after the interview airs.” Her manager just nodded.

The singer ended the night with three more awards, beating Harry’s Fine Line for Best Vocal Pop Album, and taking the other two awards in the General category, being the biggest winner of the night.

#harry styles imagines #harry styles angst #harry styles imagine

[leonsliga]

https://twitter.com/BayernNewsw/status/1762100914259648872?t=UVN8cg2KCTKBeOaVs0qNMQ&s=19 what do you think of this?❤

Hey anon! Thanks for sending me this ❤️ if I’m honest, I’m generally distrustful of bild as a news outlet. Even though they’re not always that way, they’ve just got this tabloid vibe that I find tough to swallow. Their articles always feel crafted in such a way as to pit fans and footballers against one another, and I don’t think that’s always fair.

That said, they did provide photographic evidence of them partying (supposedly). The guy in the first pic in the thread looks like Leon, but I’m not entirely sure. I couldn’t quite locate Phonzy in the pic either, but that’s not to say neither of them were there. I’ll be curious to see if other news outlets apart from bild report on it (as far as I can tell, they’re the only ones who have); maybe then we’ll get a bit more information and insight.

Now let’s talk about the party itself. Should they have gone? Probably not. Should they have stayed out that late, knowing they had training later that day? Definitely not. I understand wanting to blow off some steam (and wanting to meet up with the legendary David ‘Alaboom’ Alaba lol), but the problem with being in the public eye is that someone will inevitably find out you’re doing it. Bild’s business is quite literally finding out other people’s business, and if you want to have a party or go to one, they’ll be the first to know about it. Hell, they’ll probably invite themselves to it in some facet. Such are the perils of being in the public eye, I suppose.

I think I can understand why they went though. They were probably still buzzing off the adrenaline of their victory and wanted to celebrate. Couple that with the prospect of a reunion with an old teammate, and bam! You’ve got reason enough to party. Not only that, but Leon, Phonzy, and Serge are under scrutiny at Bayern, and maybe they thought they could escape the pressure for just one night. Besides, let’s think of football like a normal job. When you’re off the clock, that’s your time, and you can spend it how you like. Should football really be any different? Should bild or other news outlets really have the right to judge how they spend their time off? I guess the tricky thing is when you look at this event through the eyes of disgruntled Bayern fans. And that leads me to my next point:

Can I understand fan anger towards this? Of course I can. It was right after a match, and the way we’ve been playing this season doesn’t exactly scream “party time.” Far from it actually. But truth be told, if the rumors are true and they stayed out as late and partied as hard as bild seems to imply they did, the coaching staff will probably punish them accordingly; besides, if this is all true and not exaggerated in the slightest (because let’s face it, we can’t rule out bild exaggerating some details), TT actually has a chance to do something right for once and score some easy points with Bayern fans on his way out the door 😂

Quite honestly though, I’m sure showing up to training massively sleep-deprived and possibly hungover is quite the punishment in itself 😅 if they’re old enough to make their own choices, then they’re old enough to know the consequences of them ahead of time. Leon, Phonzy, and Serge aren’t the first to go out and party after a match, nor will they be the last, but that doesn’t mean it’s wise, but they’re still relatively young, and I’m guessing suffering through training while wishing for death that morning was lesson enough lmao. It would be for me anyway 😵

Now that I’ve said my piece though, I’d love to hear from you all. I know I’m biased when it comes to Leon and our Bayern squad as a whole, so I’d be interested to hear your thoughts on the matter. Do you feel the same way about it as me? Do you have a different take? Or is there something you noticed that I might’ve missed? I welcome any and all opinions—just please be respectful 🫶

#anon 💖 #quite a few of you sent me an ask with this twt thread in it…so if it’s ok I’ll probs just answer it here #and then answer any subsequent asks based on my response here/the article anon posted #I also go into more detail on my thoughts in the comments #leon goretzka #my asks

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Congratulations for 1.5k🎉🎉🎉!! Well deserved man I love your blog, I've probably reread most of your fanfics at least twice. Would you be able to write a 🐍 🐕 - for Craig boone (first name) for the event?

Ahh thank you! And omg I can't believe that, thank you so much for all the support 😭❤

And absolutely, kicking it off with Booney baby, what a wonderful start 😊

Also, just a TW for suicidal thoughts! (it's only mentioned in the last one, G)

C) Cuddle. Do they like to cuddle and show affection? How?

In public, Boone doesn't tend to be very openly affectionate, but in private, he enjoys cuddling much more than his stoic exterior would let on. He's a big fan of idle touches (something that Carla really got him used to). So there's a bit of handholding and leaning against each other in public. In private, however, he often likes to sit as close to you as possible, always having some part of his body touching yours like a little security blanket of sorts. He's not big on words, so the way he wraps an arm around you and pulls you close, or leans his head against yours, or strokes his thumb over your knuckles, they're his way of telling you how much he cares.

R) Reunion. How do they react after being apart from their s/o? How do they cope when they’re away?

Boone hates being away from his partner, even if it's just for an afternoon. When you're away, he's just like a growing ball of nerves and worries, and when you return to him unharmed... it all just washes away until relief threatens to knock him to the ground. It's that relief at seeing you again that keeps him going when you're apart, but he needs a schedule or a strict return time for you, so he knows when he really has to start worrying, and when he can go out to look for you.

Just... Just try and take him with you. The relief at seeing you again may be overwhelming, but so is the anxiety at not knowing if you're safe. After everything he's been through, he just wants to be there to protect you, even if he knows you don't always need it.

A) Attention. How much attention do they want in the relationship?

Boone's pretty easy. He's used to his partner being the one who needs to be fawned over and attended to, and he definitely doesn't mind being the one to do so... In his own quiet sort of way. So he doesn't require all that much attention to be happy, all he really needs is just to be beside you as often as he can. You don't have to be talking, or doing something romantic or showy, or doing anything at all, really, he just wants to be close to you.

I) Insight. How easy is it for them to read their partner? (Mood, thoughts, etc.)

Boone is big on communication... at least, on your part, because he's not the best at making inferences. Mostly, he just doesn't want to mess up and misinterpret a mood of yours, or something you said; he'd rather both of you just be open and honest so he doesn't have to worry about getting it wrong. Over time, of course, he gets better at reading you just from your actions or expressions, but when it really comes down to it, he just wants to hear you tell him what you're thinking.

G) Gratitude. How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Boone doesn't often say it, but... you mean everything to him. He damn well knows he wouldn't even be here without you, so he tries to show you, through his affections, the way he defends you, how he spends every moment he can with you, but he's not the most eloquent with words. Boone just hopes you know, he hopes that the few times he actually has managed to force some appreciative words out, that you've taken them to heart, because damn it, he means it. Every word, every embrace, every moment he spends protecting you and being by your side, he knows he doesn't deserve you and everything you've done for him, but he wants you to know, you've done what he thought was impossible, you've made his life worth living again. You've made him happy, and there's nothing he could ever do to repay you for that, but that's not going to stop him from trying.

#1.5k celebration #1.5k event #fallout #fallout companions #fallout new vegas #fallout new vegas companions #craig boone #boone fonv #fallout boone #night stalker #relationship alphabet

[izacore]

https://www.tumblr.com/louiscinema/714031775910887425/trust-me-when-i-say-the-majority-of-fans-are

excuse this probably very longwinded reply but i have to release it somewhere😭i totally agree, louis and his team no longer know his fanbase and as a consequence it’s dwindling; i’ve always been more of an observer from the outside than an in deep stan so it’s easier for me to admit the difference. louis, his team and fans at this point cling on to the guiness world record and number one in the UK, but fail to understand both of those were achieved by fans they are failing to cater to. they’re too focused on the fact the fandom grew in the pandemic but if i’m being honest a tweet now and again won’t keep pandemic fans engaged much longer and it’ll be an even harsher slap in the face for louis. i don’t like comparing artists much because they all have different styles but going with your example of lewis or even niall and taylor, look how much they engage with fans, how they know their audience meanwhile louis thinks he’s too good for tik tok even if it would boost his audience.

it adds to what you were saying about his personality not showing and him just being laddy now, we know deep down he’s soft and sensitive (look at him giving fans cupcakes) but that’s not the image being portrayed. and the public never see that either so they stereotype him too which adds to the lack of understanding his team and louis have on how to grow his career - the public don’t appreciate people who look like assholes anymore, it’s not the 90s, and unfortunately the indie scene that he’s so insistent on being part of aren’t taking him seriously. he also seems confused regarding his image in terms of getting his music out there with the whole indie image and i fully understand blacklisting is a thing! and louis has probably dealt with it! but saying you don’t make songs for radio then complaining about it? you’re not helping yourself

anyway sorry for the whole thesis😭i think ive just had a lot of unaired thoughts recently especially since the fitf promo and doc and now the asia tour tweet basically saying sorry lol xx i just think a BIG readjustment of his team needs to be done, or he needs to resign somewhere else or unfortunately he’ll end up in the same boat as liam where the only headlines he gets are ones about him begging for a reunion

Hi! Feel free to ramble anytime, I absolutely agree with all that you're saying.

The other thing I was thinking about is what's the future of AFHF is going to be. I know he wants it to grow and become an international, multi-day event, but I just wonder if something at this scale is possible when catering it only to his existing fanbase? I mean ideally, with time, he would probably step down from being a headliner (or you know, wouldn't play both days), so what is their strategy to grow the audience outside of his fans? The festival's account is pretty much dead, it almost got close to none press coverage and there doesn't seem to be any movement to put it out there. I know that it's possibly some time away still and maybe they are working on it but I guess I am just thinking out loud 🤔

#ask #anonymous

[veryquietclown]

quick megavolt hcs!

i never realized how fun it is to just write abt your hcs for characters until recently so expect a lot of hc posts of characters coming your way

megavolt has rat ears and tail they’re just hidden (i think this is a widely agreed headcannon)

megs likes all the nicknames QJ gives him besides sparky

he/they

megavolt forgets about his tail sometimes and ends up stepping or tripping over his tail

neurodivergent 100% i mean just look at him

one of his stims are making a shock noise like “pzzzttt”

he loves helping QJ make mechanical toys

his goggles have prescription lens or whatever since he has bad eyesight

loves video games and sometimes when he goes to save lightbulbs he steals some video games to play with QJ or by himself

has a notebook filled with reminders on things since he knows he’ll forget something

his hair always stands up a little due to the electricity

sometimes if he has a lot of electricity built up and holds a lightbulb or something it will light up

loves weighted blankets

one of his main meals are pbj since they’re really easy to make

installed wheels on his boots so their like heelys, they are removable

he enjoys skating on the power lines late at night if he has nothing else to do

sometimes when he short circuits he has a blast of memories he forgot and they always leave him confused or anxious

he always adds new mechanics to his car

he’s more verbally affectionate than physically but he does give a hug or two sometimes

he loves having a schedule, usually has one planned in his head and one of the things he doesn’t forget

when he first joined the fearsome five he completely forgot about everyone being there besides darkwing and QJ, he forgot what QJ’s face looked liked though (this is like a little bit after the justice ducks episode, that’s when the f5 was made right?)

another one of megs stims is nibbling

megs never sits in a chair normally, he always is sitting in a ball like his legs are on the chair seat too

he also never sleeps normally, he has 3 sleeping positions! the vampire (he’s laying all straight and his arms are crossed on his chest), the ball (he’s scrunched up into a ball) and the cat thing (he’s wrapped up like how a dog or cat sleeps, he usually does this on a couch or at someone’s place)

he climbs onto QJ if there’s a big amount water not like gently i mean he straight up starts climbing and shoving his boots into QJ’s face, QJ usually is fine with this unless megs boots get in his mouth that’s when he shoves megs off him

everyone constantly plays with his tail, QJ one time added a bell thing at the end of megs tail and megs kept getting extremely confused when he heard a bell nearby whenever he moved

deadly allergic to bees and is absolutely oblivious he is since he forgot he’s allergic so it lead to QJ and the others to bringing him to a hospital and figuring out he is the hard way

These next few hcs spoil the clash reunion ep!

when i say elmo and drake in these i mean like in the past n stuff

megavolt completely forgot he and darkwing went to highschool together

i like to imagine that elmo and drake were buddies in highschool, elmo helped drake with schoolwork and drake (poorly) helped elmo socalize

elmo used contact lenses a lot since he was made fun of for wearing glasses

elmo and drake sometimes went to one or the others house and played games or studied together

elmo was more on physical affection than his present self

elmo tried out skateboarding since drake constantly asked him to go skateboarding with him and he got the hang of it kinda quickly but he messed up sometimes since he would get so nervous about falling off

elmo used to constantly get made fun of for his name and one time someone put a elmo (the red muppet guy) plushie in his locker

elmo used to always get dragged by drake to public events

elmo and drake knew each other since they were kids and when they were kids they would always do little superhero and villian roleplays (wow it became a reality)

also when they were younger he and drake would hang out at the park a lot, elmo always brung a few books so they could read together but usually drake fell asleep before they could finish even one book

drakes parents and elmo’s parents were (and still) pretty good friends

i’ll write more about younger elmo and drake in a different post!!

elmo’s parents were very sheltering, they always taught him how to be respectful n stuff

his parents also were extremely worried sick about elmo after the whole thing happened in highschool and elmo ran off

his parents still look for him

though sometimes i like to imagine if his parents found out he was megavolt they wouldn’t really care he was a villain and would instead smother him to death with affection since they missed him, they would also bring back a lot of memories to megavolt!

megavolt sometimes gets memories of him and drake hanging out but he doesn’t remember drakes name, he just assumes he and this unknown friend of his stopped hanging out after awhile

megs told QJ about these memories and QJ made a few jokes like “oh what if it was dorkwing” or “imagine that duck was stinkywing”

that’s some of my hcs for megavolt! i might write about younger elmo and drake hcs later! also you can take my elmo and drake platonically or romantically same goes for my QJ and megavolt hcs!

#🎉clownssilyhcs #megavolt #darkwing #darkwing hcs #darkwing duck #dwd hcs #dwd #quackervolt #darkvolt

[tumblingxelian]

Bumbleby Week - Day 5: Arranged/ Political Marriage

@bumblebyweek-blog

Reunion - AOE Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43200318/chapters/108719478

The streets of Kuo Kuana were bustling, the years of border skirmishing with the Atleasians having seemingly done little to stem the cities growth.

Where once Blake remembered small houses and tents, great compounds now rose up, housing clans, storage depots and businesses alike. Walkways connected streets on multiple levels and a tram service was brimming with Faunus as it rolled by her.

Blake was drawn from her musing with Ilia tugging on her kimono top, "Hey, why are we dragging out feet?"

She sent the smaller Faunus a scalding look, "I'm just taking in the city, its been a long time since I was here."

"Pretty sure you'll have plenty of time to do that after you take your blushing bride to bed and start raising kids," The chameleon countered.

"Oh stop it," She groused pushing ahead even as she sort of wanted to drag her feet.

"Seriously, what's the problem? You two loved each other as kids, and I remember all the letters you two sent while we were on campaign. 'Oh don't worry Yang, I'll finish my apprenticeship soon and come back to marry you, UWU!'"

"Did you seriously just annunciate UWU?"

The chameleon shrugged, skin flickering different shades, "My point stands, you were close, and then you just got all moody about it."

"I didn't get moody I just," Blake bit her lip, "Neither of us really understood what marriage meant then and its... This part of my life has been planned out for me since I was a cub. Its just a lot; so I stopped knowing what to say."

"Yeah well, you'd better think of something cos we're arrived," Ilia said, as they came to a stop outside the home of the Belladonna-Khan clan. A great walled fortress of elaborate towers and gorgeous gardens, flocks of birds sang. The doors were marked by the families sigils, now touched with gold to signal Yang's place in their clan.

Blake sucked in a breath, "Well let's see how this goes."

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Yang was nervous, she wasn't showing it, but she was a nervous wreck!

She'd spent years mastering herself into the ideal clan mother. She knew how to handle economics for the compound and public events. She sat on several Kuo Kuana councils. She had styled her golden locks 'just so' and the kimono adorning her frame was made with her own hands, an elaborate weave of lavender, black and white.    

She was also very much resisting the urge to pace the ornately decorated hall or stone and opal she resided in. But with her honor guards waiting in the wings and both Kali and Sienna waiting a not far from her, there was little she could do to alleviate the tension. Especially from behind a ceremonial screen with her silhouette clear for all to see.

"Ancestors," Kali cursed, "What is taking that girl so long?" She looked to Sienna like she would have an answer but the War leader merely rolled her shoulders, cape flowing with the motion.

"She was quite willful when she came to me for her final apprenticeship and old enough to be out on her own much of the time. She might have picked up a penchant for wandering."

"Well there's a time and a place," Kali said dryly, before looking to her, "I am sorry for the wait dear, this should have been scheduled better."

"Its... Its quite all right, I imagine Blake has much to think about, its been a long time since we saw one another as well, she..." Yang didn't want to say it.

"She hasn't found someone else, if that is your fear, Clan Mother," Sienna intoned gently.

Yang nodded slowly, but she didn't want to leave it on that thought and added. "War Leader Khan, Sienna... You have seen Blake the most recently, please tell me... I mean, when we were young she was so warm and kind to me. A scared little girl so far from home, but she welcomed me warmly and made this all seem so easy and simple..."

It was a wistful memory, of Blake finding her huddled on her bed, miserable and confused in a foreign land. The girl wrapped her arm around Yang and promising to be there for her if she needed a cry or to smile. Promising to be by her side forever.

"Is she still kind?" Yang finished quietly.

There was a lingering moment, "I think you can ask her yourself, Clan Mother," The woman's tone was tinged with a quiet amusement.

Yang resisted the urge to startle as the door to the chamber swung open and the guards announced, "Presenting, children of the clan, Blake Belladonna & Ilia Amitola!"

Yang's screen began to drop, slowly revealing the room to her, and Yang's eyes zeroed in on Blake alone.

She's grown tall, her hair now in a long mane, her golden eyes as piercing as ever, but her features had gone from cherubic to handsomely chiseled. Her face was marked by a subtle blush, and only made Yang's face burn hotter as they both tried too meat each other's eyes but found themselves glancing away.

Falling back on regal training and fixing her posture she said, "Welcome home brave warriors of the clan and a special welcome to you, my groom."

Blake finally met her eyes, a small smile spreading on her lips as she answered, "Thank you, its good to be home, my bride."

#bumbleby #bumbleby week #bmblb week #bumbleby week 2022 #arranged / political marriage

[bbnibini]

MEMORIA 16: Death and Poetry

The Mysterious Death of Noah Balthazar 

On MM-DD-YY, the body of the alleged mystery author, famous for writing the cult classic, “Psalms of Death'' had been found dead in his motel room. His death had caused many questions, as Balthazar had been an enigma until then. No one knew what he looked like and how old he was. The only known information about him is that he was a talent in the renowned Devildom publishing company, Quetzacoatl Inc. and had been residing indefinitely in the human world for most of his career. His death was later confirmed by his editor, who had said that the dying message left near the body was indeed something the author had written before he died…

Late Mystery Author’s Missing Body?

After autopsy confirmed the injuries in Noah Balthazar’s body wasn’t self-inflicted….

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….body mysteriously disappeared….suspect undetermined….

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Death of Noah Balthazar: A Publicity Stunt?

Devildom’s Infamous Author: Noah Balthazar Faked His Death?

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Who Killed Noah Balthazar?

>Obsidian-red eyes scanned every clipping with a tired gaze, encircling names and dates and writing them down again in a notebook.

>Alongside the clippings were several other clippings, a few books and some worn down notes

>”Psalms of Death by Noah Balthazar”, “The Tale of the Seven Lords by Christopher Peugeot”, “ and...

>"Nathan Davidson’s Collection of Poems and Fairy Tales."

>Authors that existed in different time periods, seemingly unconnected with each other, but shared some commonalities

>The contents of their works were almost prophetic. It scarily predicted a lot of current events despite being published many years ago

> Psalms of Death tells the story of a cult priest who had been betrayed by his own followers, causing him to fall into a coma. The rest of the story was told in the perspective of his adoptive son who aimed to know the truth of what happened. A lot of the events in the book had parallels to King Moloch’s indefinite slumber and Diavolo’s own efforts to rule Devildom in his absence.

>The Tale of the Seven Lords did not need any explanation. If Lucifer did not know its author personally, he would have deemed him suspicious. Or perhaps…

>The clock at his table indicated it was midnight

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"I see..."

>He grabbed the book of poems and scanned a random page

Through nights I have hidden, and days you have sought

The warmth of your company had always brought

My heart a home, and yours to love

You were kind and patient, a gift to have

>Lucifer supposed this one was more emotional than prophetic

>He turned to another page again

No one knows of the tears you shed

As happily ever after’s dream passed you by

Your voice was taken, and there is pain in your steps

You stumbled along the sand, out of breath

The piercing needles dig through your now human flesh

Hopeful of a dreamlike reunion

Yet as they remember the memories you shared 

By sunset beach, your lovely voice echoes, sung by another

You hid the dagger, and claimed your fate

Abandoned humanity, and spoiled your dreams

Of gaining a soul, of finding life’s meaning

For you had been sea foam once the sun touched the ocean

As you awoke, you are the air kissing my cheek

Doing a good deed and then another

Punished with even the thought of longing

You are love itself, without your knowing

>He writes in his notebook again

>A far-fetched theory, nothing more than circumstantial evidence

>The death of another caused a new name to be known

>They didn't even share the same genre. Yet...Lucifer felt like his theory had some merit

>He circled the words again and again as he read another passage

“Could Noah Balthazar and Nathan Davidson be the same person?”

>...and closed his notebook, deciding to end his day.

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Sadly, all his effort will go to waste. As each letter he scribbled in ink will be lost in time, and the names he had written, the articles that were published, will also go with it as well.

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For that is who we are. We were never meant to be remembered.

Notes: Red is Author, Blue is Christopher Peugeot.

#psisly #hamartia series #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me fic #interactive fiction #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #obey me satan #obey me satan x reader #obey me barbatos #obey me barbatos x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me author #obey me author x reader #love letter #secret admirer #pls pretend i added this in the earlier batches rip

[bubbleonice]

Reading for Ross MacDonald

This is the original request.

Angel of addiction healing:

He is recovering from some addiction problems, whether that is drugs or alcohol, maybe sex addiction. He is on a healing journey.

Blessing in disguise:

Sometimes what seems to be problematic might just be the blessings he need. What he thinks is a problem about himself, someone finds as an answered prayer. Maybe he judges himself a bit too harsh.

Life purpose:

He is always asking himself what is the purpose of life.

Invest in your spirit:

He needs to invest more in himself, his health, his wellbeing, things like getting enough sleep and eating the right nutritious food. He neglects those things too often. And he needs to pay more attention to himself and what’s good for him.

Tell the truth:

He tends to keep secrets as not to hurt people. But that turns to hurt himself instead. He needs to be stronger as to tell the truth eventhough it might hurt.

The world:

Looks like something big is about to happen for him. A major event. Might be a new project, a marriage, a kid, or something similar. His efforts are being noticed and he will soon reap the rewards. This is abojt celebration, accomplishment, fullfillment, maybe even travel.

Seven of wands reversed:

However he easily gets exhausted and overwhelmed. He can let his thoughts destroy his confidence. Self doubt is a big issue for him. He is very insecure.

Knight of pentacles:

He does have the energy of a knight of pentacles which stands for hardwork, productivity, routine, responsibility, slow and steady, financial growth, achievements. He has got a lot of earth energy which means he is very down to earth. Easygoing. Very trustworthy and reliable.

The lovers reversed:

But he does struggle with self love, imbalance, takes bad choices, and have a fear for commitment.

6 of wands:

Again, he is going to recieve good news, achieve public acknowledgement and recognition.

When it comes to love. I pulled these four cards: EGO, Reflection, Forgiveness and reunion. All four cards represent something from the past. It’s about reunion with someone, putting aside pride and egos, forgiving one another and reflecting over past failures. So this major event or reward we talked about in 6 of wands, and the world, might be that he is getting back with someone he really cares about and has been missing from his life.

I hope you enjoy this reading. And please keep in mind that this is done for entertainment purposes only. I use tarotcards and oracle cards actively in my readings, as well as my intuition. Energies come and go, what is relevant for today’s reading might change in a few weeks time. But some aspects will always remain constant and the same. Thank you.❤️

#celebrity tarot #intuitive readings #tarot reading #tarot reading for celebrities #celebrity tarot reading #ross macdonald

[firewvlk]

Look who just woke up- is that BRENTON THWAITES? No, I must have been mistaken, that’s LEON S. KENNEDY from RESIDENT EVIL. I heard he is 33 and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, they still give off a DESIRE TO RID THE WORLD OF BIOTERRORISM, RACCOON CITY SURVIVOR, AND USING HUMOR AND SARCASM TO MASK TRAUMA impression. They’re known to be quite COMPASSIONATE, but have a tendency to be SARCASTIC on their bad days.

gender/pronouns:

cismale & he/him

how long have they been in sydney:

real time: five years

fake time: his whole life

which suburb do they live in:

the rocks

personality description:

leon possesses a strong sense of justice and unwavering determination. he is known for his calm and composed demeanor even in the face of intense danger. he’s highly resourceful, able to think quickly on his feet and adapt to challenging situations. he displays a deep sense of duty and loyalty to his mission and the people he seeks to protect. he is driven by a strong moral compass, always striving to do what is right, even if it means making personal sacrifices along the way.

despite the horrors he has witnessed, he maintains a resilient and optimistic outlook. he possesses a dry sense of humor that he uses to lighten tense situations and bring levity to his interactions. his ability to maintain a level-headed perspective allows him to connect with others and build strong alliances.

highly proficient in combat, leon also shows empathy and compassion, valuing human life and making an effort to protect and save innocent individuals whenever possible. his experiences have shaped him into a seasoned survivor, and he has a knack for adapting to challenging environments. he embodies a sense of hope and resilience, inspiring those around him to push through adversity and fight for a better future.

memories of their real life:

his trauma started in childhood, thanks to his italo-american family’s connections to crime, resulting in his entire family being killed aside from him.

he only survived thanks to a cop, which was what made him want to become one himself, and save others like he was saved.

he graduated the academy at 21 and requested work at raccoon’s pd, due to the widely publicized bizarre murders taking place in and around the arklay mountains.

then you have the events of re2 and the whole raccoon city thing with claire, sherry, and ada.

following raccoon city, he and claire split up, with leon continuing to look after sherry, but they were taken by the u.s. military.

sherry was taken away, and he was thoroughly interrogated, with the government interested in recruiting him. it wasn’t something he wanted, but he accepted to ensure sherry was kept in good hands and safe from any experimentation due to her g antibodies.

he was turned into an expert special agent, proficient in weapons handling and close quarters combat, largely thanks to a soldier, named krauser.

a few years later, he and krauser were sent on a mission dubbed operation javier, long story short, they completed the mission but krauser was injured and leon was later told he died in an accident.

then you have the events of re4 with leon being sent to find the president’s missing daughter. i feel like most people know that game.

following everything with the los illuminados, he reunited with claire during the harvardville incident

the next year he was involved in the pittsburgh incident

and shortly after the penamstan conspiracy incident, where he once again ran into claire amid more virus concerns. he remembers parting with her on not so great terms

he last remembers wesker’s death, and finally meeting chris at a terrasave reunion.

what was their fake life like:

tba after plotting

#threads: leon. #inspo: leon. #leon s kennedy intro. #thebridge: intro #think i'm finally caught up on intros jeezus

[libramonthlyhoroscope1]

Dream about childhood home

Dreams about a house that you grew up in can indicate CHANGE, it can mean that you want to revisit a period of your life where things were not so complex. The dreams also occur when we are embarking a turning point in life. This could be a house move, a new relationship alternatively a new job position. What you see in the dream and the room you are in the house will also have a significance which I will move onto shortly.

Dream about childhood home

In my general dream interpretation of a “house,” my definition of a childhood home indicates that you are embarking on a new horizon. That you are connecting your feelings rather like a bridge. This is a sign that things can be fulfilled in life. This dream can indicate that you are thinking about your own actions in life.

I've been researching dreams for almost 30 years, in that time, my own childhood home appeared countless times. What does it mean?

What does the childhood front door or hallway in a dream mean?

Living in the white cottage for me in the 1970s was amazing, the front door was caterpillar green. The garden gate and the flagstone path that led off the street forever in my memory. Indeed, I often dream about my childhood cottage. Furthermore, the front door with the autumnal sun leaning over the front door was a proud focal point of my happy childhood. But what does it mean when you dream about this?

The entrance of a “childhood house” in dreams can indicate a real sense of arrival. That something is going to happen and that you are engaging in “coming home” that a goal will be achieved. I do feel dreaming of your old childhood front door is about the birth of a new phase in life. The hallway, borderline public, and private space, is an important sign that you are stepping further into privacy. The “home” indicates that there will be separate links of communication if you dream of “coming home.”

Why did you have this dream?

Like you, last night had another dream of my childhood home, white cottage, which has led me into writing about what this means, but this dream often crops up in my sleep twice a year. But why? Visiting your old childhood home can often occur when you experience “ triggers” in your current life. This may invoke the dream of a childhood home. Events such as a reunion, social gathering also unexpectedly bumping into somebody from your childhood can often trigger these types of dreams. For me, I did not have these triggers so I was quite puzzled as to what my childhood home represented.

The dream means you need fun! In our childhood, we always pursue things that give this to delight. Sometimes when we get older we often forget the things that make us laugh. The dream itself could be an indication that you are displaying childlike qualities or need to. Perhaps it is time in life to have a bit of fun? Maybe you're embarking on some childhood activities and you feel you can overcome any of your obstacles. It could be that this dream symbolizes that you need to try to get back some of the fun and passion in life.

Dream psychological interpretation

The dream from a psychological point of view could also symbolize the relationship with your own children if you have them. It could be a symbol of being “undecided” about something important in your life. Perhaps you are feeling withdrawn all you are questioning the commitment of somebody? Maybe you want a new partner or that you need a fresh start. As I said before, it could mean that you just need to have some fun in life. Try to do things that make you happy!

Is this dream good or bad?

Many people wake up from these types of dreams with vivid visions. If you had a happy childhood then the dream is normally very positive, if the dream turned out a nightmare then it can simply mean that you need to focus on yourself. In dream lore, the house represents “you” as a person. I like to think that the house is a metaphor for what is going on in your life right now. Try to think about how many times throughout the day you use metaphors naturally. When looking at what this dream means try to begin thinking about the picture in the dream, in order to get your point across. I was working with a woman earlier today and she dreamt about her childhood house but this had many additional rooms, apparently the additional rooms were opportunities that she had at work.

Specific room dream interpretations: To dream of a childhood attic indicates your own higher self. The attic is connected to your own spiritual well-being. In many dream books, it denotes that an “attic” gives a clue to your state of mind. It means you are thinking about expanding your horizons.

If you dream of a childhood bathroom then this can suggest that cleansing is required. It can also suggest that you may need to move on with things in life. If you are taking a bath or shower that can represent that you need to purify your own mind.

To dream of a childhood kitchen can indicate our own nutrition. To some degree it can also represent the need for a balanced meal and that you should be seeking nourishment for not only your body but also your soul. If the dining room was featured in your childhood dream and this represents social gatherings and physical nourishment. It could possibly mean that you are looking to gather the family together in order to tell them important news.

To see a childhood living room symbolizes your interactions with the people in your life. It can suggest that you are going to have vast amounts of communication with people close to you. If you were watching television in the living room as a child, it represents your need to feel more entertained in life.

To dream of being upstairs in your childhood house symbolizes your own higher self spiritual awareness. To see the actual stairs in your dream indicates that positive times ahead. The stairs are representative of your own spiritual fulfillment. To see the downstairs of your childhood home indicates your own shadows and hidden desires. It can mean that you are feeling emotions towards somebody in that connection is so strong. The basement, if scary can also signify negative elements in your life.

Going back to childhood house in a dream

Revisiting your old childhood home, I believe, is connected to emotions and also reunions. If you see the front door of your childhood property this can mean that you are going to explore different options. The doors represent opportunities in life. To dream of a large hallway indicates that your journey will be taken. The porch in a childhood home symbolizes that you are sometimes feeling withdrawn about somebody else's commitment.

What do dreams of a childhood bedroom mean?

Many people have contacted me about dreaming of their childhood bedroom. Seeing your own bedroom indicates that it is time to retreat and rest from a difficult period in life. To some degree, the dream can also mean that you are feeling repressed in a relationship that is close to you. If the dream was “positive” in nature it can indicate that a “new relationship” is on the horizon. Additionally, it represents your own sexuality.

Dreaming of your own childhood bedroom is quite common to dream – especially as you are asleep! This dream generally takes YOU back to a period of time when we felt safe (this is of course if your childhood was a positive one.) Being back in your old bed can represent your own progress in life, and it is time to retreat. To hideaway. Learn about what you really want in life.

Dream about a childhood home that is better than real life? If you dream that your childhood home was magnificent and more superior than it was in reality then this could suggest that you are reflecting on your own childhood and how people are communicating with you. It could mean that we need to think about how you are feeling about the social relationships of those in your family. I often feel that if one dreams of a bigger house it can indicate that you wanted more from childhood.

What do dreams of a childhood garden mean?

Being in a garden or yard of a childhood home indicates that someone you know is feeling left out! Maybe you have stopped someone from achieving something or that someone “feels” something about you and is too worried to tell you. It can mean that you are “friends” with someone who wants more.

In my general dream interpretation of a “house,” my definition of a childhood home indicates that you are embarking on a new horizon. That you are connecting your feelings like a bridge. There can be fulfillment in life. This dream can indicate that you are thinking about your own actions in life.

[soulmate-game]

Hawkmoth was a bitch, and Marinette meant that with every fiber of her soul. Fu was also a bitch, and Marinette actually had good memories of the guy. Not many, but she had some. The fact that the guy got two ten-year-olds to become super heroes and fight a supervillain for him kinda soured those memories, though. But with Chat Noir not allowed to leave his house? Yeah, even as young as they were it only took about a year to find out who HawkMoth was and another year to take him down.

Except, that left Marinette alone. The final battle took her mom away, and Chat had to move out of Paris after his dad was arrested. Luckily Jagged allowed her and her papa to move into his house in Gotham, and everything was…

Well, it was okay. For about a month.

Then her dad was gone too, and she had no way to talk to Jagged, and the police were scaring her—

Yeah, that was the basic order of events that led to where she was now. Pushing fourteen years old, ex-superhero, protector of a magical box of gods, stealing the tires off of a very nice motorcycle.

Marinette was tempted to just take the whole thing, she loved bikes and knew she could drive it. But the thing had more security than she knew what to do with, and the fact that it belonged to Red Hood… she didn’t want to deal with trackers today, thanks. So the tires it was.

Should she maybe care more about the fact that she was stealing from a vigilante with a violent streak? Maybe. Did she? Hell no. For all she knew, maybe Red Hood was a bitch too. (Yes, she was still learning English slang. She was fluent by educational standards, but learning how to curse in a foreign language was fun and she still had a little bit to go. Her few street friends were very happy to help).

A shadow dropped down in front of her, and Marinette’s hero instincts kicked in. The tire iron she was using cut through the air, slamming right into the side of Red Hood’s knee.

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“Hood,” Batman’s voice grumbled over the comms, instantly grabbing the attention of everyone else who was on the comms. It wasn’t as gruff as he usually sounded, in fact it almost sounded like… he was trying not to laugh?

“Did you get gassed by Joker?” Dick asked before Jason got a chance to respond. “Need backup?”

“No,” Batman responded, sounding a little more composed. “Not a rogue. But Hood, I need you to join me at my location as soon as possible.”

Finally getting the chance to talk, Jason responded a little warily; “Sure, B. Wait,” he blinked at the location that was sent to him. “Isn’t that where my bike is parked?”

Batman didn’t respond at first, only the sound of labored breathing— again, as if he was trying not to laugh. “Just get here, Hood.”

Sighing, but not too mad since the night had been fairly quiet so far, Jason decided to humor the old man and head over. When he could see the cape-clad back of Batman, he easily leapt over the last roof and sauntered over.

“Okay, B,” he had his thumbs tucked in his pockets as he drawled. “What’s the issue?”

Batman was grinning. As in, actually showing amusement. And he just pointed down, straight at Hood’s bike.

Jason rolled his eyes under his helmet, turning to look. At first he didn’t see anything amiss, until he saw movement and looked harder. Oh. Oh, holy shit.

“Is that a kid?”

“Yep,” Batman’s grin grew.

“Is she… stealing my tires?” Hood was so, so glad he wore a helmet that hid his expression. Because… wow.

“Yep,” Batman finally lost his composure, chuckling. “This seems like Karma, don’t you think?”

“And you just watched her so you could rub it in,” Jason groaned, throwing his head back in exasperation. Of course he would. Nobody knew it (except the other heroes who knew him) but Batman was a petty little jerk when he wanted to be. He bought the whole Daily Planet just to spite Clark, for crying out loud.

“Don’t adopt her,” Batman said as he stood up, patting Red Hood’s shoulder. “It looks like she’s almost done.”

“Shit,” Jason hissed, looking down to see that she was, actually, very close to being done. She had already had one tire completely free by the time he had arrived, and now she was only seconds away from getting the other one completely free.

He took a quick assessment— she was tiny, and really thin. Definitely a street kid, he thought, though he didn’t recognize her. He knew most of the street kids that stole to get by, nowadays, which meant she must have been fairly new. But even though she seemed to know what she was doing, her small frame made her take longer unscrewing the tires than it normally would have taken. Sure that she wasn’t a threat by any stretch of the imagination, he jumped down. His plan had been to startle her a little by showing up out of nowhere, but he didn’t want to scare her too badly. Just make her jump a little.

But he had underestimated her, it seemed. Without wasting a second, she jumped up and swung her tire iron at his knee. He cursed, she was a lot faster than her had been expecting. He was able to move so that the weapon only clipped the side of his knee, his knee pad thankfully taking the worst of it. She still hit hard enough to make him stumble and hiss in pain though, which was an accomplishment.

That’s when she abandoned her weapon and her tires, darting to try and escape only for Batman to drop down and block her escape. Though really, it was the grin Batman had that scared the girl most of all, apparently, making her slowly back away from him.

“Please stop smiling,” she begged with a faint French accent to her words. “It is not natural.”

That made Red Hood laugh, already recovered and right behind her. He plopped a gloved hand on her head.

“I know, it’s creepy right?” He joked. “What’cha doin’ stealing my tires, kid? I kinda need them to drive anywhere,” he was careful to keep his voice light and devoid of any anger. He wasn’t really upset, all told. It would be hypocritical of him if he was.

She looked between the two vigilantes for a moment, clear intelligence behind those bright blue eyes as she seemed to consider something. Suddenly she pulled away from Red Hood and stepped away from his reach, straightening up and trying to look tall.

“My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she said as firmly as she could. “My father was Tom Dupain, he was killed in a mugging three months ago. We were living in a house that our family friend leant to us after my mother’s death six months ago, and we moved here from Paris. I haven’t been able to contact him, and the police… I don’t trust them,” she admitted, clearly seeing this as the chance she had been waiting for. “I have been living on the streets since my father died. I am sorry for trying to steal your tires, Monsieur Red Hood. But it was a risk I had to take.”

“Did you expect us to catch you?” He asked, crossing his arms as he re-evaluated the girl. She was a lot stronger than he had assumed earlier, both physically and mentally. She seesawed her hand to indicate ‘kinda’.

“Even if you didn’t, I could make good money off your tires,” she justified with a shrug. “To me, I would win either way.”

“Who is your family friend? Can he help you now, take you in?” Batman asked, moving forward and kneeling down to be closer to Marinette’s height. Neither he nor Jason had missed the part where she was an orphan, but they had expected that considering what they had caught her doing. And they both knew that she wasn’t likely to take any apologies they tried to offer very well. It was best not to show pity, or she might get angry.

Marinette frowned. “... Our family friend is Jagged Stone. He lets me call him Uncle Jagged,” she told them, clearly expecting the disbelieving grunts they gave. “I mean it! You can call him, he might even be looking for me! I—“

“We know,” Hood assured her, now kneeling down as well. Man, she was short. “Calm down, we know you’re telling the truth. Jagged has made several public announcements about his missing honorary niece, we just didn’t recognize your name right away. And Jagged doesn’t have access to very many pictures of you, those he does have the Mayor isn’t allowing him to show because that spineless jackass—“

“Language, Hood.”

“—Cares more about keeping bad press off the air than finding a kid, even if it’s a world famous rockstar who’s asking. That’s probably why you haven’t heard anything, the mayor’s keeping it off the radio and not many reporters are brave enough to take the story and get on his bad side.”

“Oh…” Marinette took a deep breath, fighting the tears that were threatening to rise up. “He has been looking…” she sniffled, curling in on herself a little. “Can you take me to him?”

“I think we can do that,” Batman agreed, standing up. “I’ll contact him. Red Hood, can you handle everything here until I give you a place to meet up with Jagged Stone?”

Jason nodded. “No problem, B. Come on, little rabid pixie. Step one of gettin’ you back to your uncle is to help me fix my bike back up.”

Marinette sighed, shoulders dropping. “All my hard work, undone…” she playfully complained. But in the end she didn’t argue or fight against it, she just sat down and helped him reattach his tires.

All the while, Jason’s family kept teasing him over the comms. Clearly they were also thoroughly amused by the cosmic display of karma.

“...Monsieur Hood,” Marinette asked once they were done repairing the motorcycle and he had given her his too-big extra helmet. He tilted his head a bit to show he was listening. She squirmed. “Can… can we stop by my hideout? I have something really important I have to get.”

Jason smiles gently under his mask. She might not have been a street kid for very long, but she really did bring back some memories for him. He got on his bike and held a hand out to her.

“Sure thing kid. Wanna grab something to eat after? Can’t have a reunion on an empty stomach.”

She gave him a lopsided smile— not quite overjoyed, but definitely hopeful and thankful. Maybe this was the end of her streak of bad luck, she could only hope.

“Only if you don’t mind, Monsieur Hood,” she agreed before taking his hand and letting him help her onto the bike.

“No skin off my back, pixie,” he assured her. Then they were off. He followed her directions until they got to an abandoned building about three miles away, not in a good part of town at all but at least not in crime alley. Marinette easily led him through the building, skirting around other piles of ratty blankets and up broken stairs until they got to the badly-maintained top floor. She led him over to an almost invisible door in the concrete wall that pulled out to reveal what was probably a broom closet once upon a time. It was crowded with what looked like junk and empty boxes, along with a few blankets and two or three changes of clothes that were clearly her’s. A few belongings scattered around— a book, a small pink purse, and… Marinette came out of the pile of mess holding what had clearly been a very carefully hidden box. She also grabbed the purse and slung it over her shoulder, but didn’t seem worried about anything else.

Jason frowned at the box. It wasn’t that big, but it was clearly made of old wood. There were intricate carvings that were painted pink, in a symbol that was itching at the back of his mind. He recognized that symbol, but from where?

“Ready to go, kid?” He asked as he thought about it, getting a nod from Marinette. Twenty minutes later they were at a Batburger, sitting in a shaded booth that couldn’t be seen from the street.

She never let the box out of her sight. She kept it on the seat next to her, and Jason noticed that she tried to keep one hand on it at all times. But when she spoke, now her French accent stood out to him even more than before. But why—?

And then it clicked. Paris. Hawkmoth. Ladybug, Chat Noir, magic artifacts called Miraculous. Wonder Woman had raised a fuss when the heroes disappeared, declaring that something was wrong but she couldn’t put her finger on what. Then the magic users they trusted were called in, and returned from Paris with the grim news that the former Guardian of those artifacts had activated a failsafe and passed the guardianship on to someone else while erasing his own memories at the same time. But nobody knew who he could have passed it on to, so Batman had been given the green light to do all the research he and his team could into the Miraculous box to try and help track it down.

And here it was. The carvings were in pink now, which might have been the “cosmetic change” that Constantine had mentioned might happen when the box changed guardians. He had found the box full of super powerful magical artifacts… in the hands of a newly orphaned street kid who couldn’t have been older than fourteen at best.

What the hell?

“...” Red hood reached into his pocket and pulled out an old receipt and a sharpie. He scrawled on the back of the receipt and handed to Marinette. The girl was halfway into a bite of her burger when he did, and blinked at him owlishly before swallowing and cautiously reaching out to grab it. She frowned at the numbers scrawled there.

“What’s this?” She asked.

“My contact info,” he explained. “I won’t ask questions about why you have that box,” he watched her instantly stiffen but continued as casually as he could; “but it doesn’t matter. You can call me if you ever need help with anything, kid. Help with that box, help if you get in trouble in Gotham again, or even if you’re having a bad day. You can call me for whatever, got it? I don’t care if you think it’s stupid, if you can’t talk to anyone else in your life you can always call or text me and I’ll do whatever I can. Got it?”

“...” Marinette sniffled for a second and looked down at the table in silence for a second. “... what if I want your motorcycle?” she joked, but the watery tone of her voice gave her away.

Jason laughed, patting her head. “I need my bike, but we can talk about getting you your own once you are old enough to get a license. You almost done? Bats says that Jagged is ready to meet you, I can take you to him right now.”

“Yeah, lets go!” she was newly energized and shoved the last bite of burger into her mouth greedily. “And Red Hood?” She asked as they headed out to where he had parked.

“Yeah, kid?”

“Thanks.”

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[caitlinsnicket]

can you do "i'm not jealous it's you, YOU'RE MINE!" finn x pilt!reader (if u're uncomfy just delete it ;D)

you and finn weren't official. he didn't hold your hand at public events, and you didn't stand beside him at reunions. people didn't call you 'his girl', and you didn't mind. at all. not even a little. the thing is, you'd mind even less if you hadn't just spent the night with his head between your legs. what hurt you the most was how indifferent he could be sometimes.

your mind was clouded with this thoughts as you watched him across the saloon, surrounded by women and men, using one of his flirty smiles to charm the crowd. it made your skin crawl. but even so, you didn't have any right to feel those things.

he wasn't yours, and you weren't his.

"a lovely night, isn't it?" a deep voice calls from behind you, in a casual, but calculated tone.

when you turn around, the scar in his face almost makes you stop for a moment, but you react quickly, throwing a contained smile at him. you can't remember his name, you just know finn mentioned it before. sinco? silvo?

"silco! i didn't expect to see you here. yes, it is a nice night" if he notices you hesitation, he doesn't show it. just nods and stands closer to you, watching the people.

"for a piltie," the word needs a little work to roll off his tongue, as if he's not completely convinced of it's meaning. "you're good with names."

finn touches a curl on a boy's hair, and leans in to whisper something in his ear.

fine. two can play that game.

"i'm good with a lot of things" you say, smiling into your glass.

time passes quickly while you talk to the scarred man, and he is engaged to the conversation. he pokes in the argument, he riles you up to get your real opinions, and on all you know about 'the game'. it's nice. for a few moments, you forget to check on finn and on his behavior, and actually take your time to enjoy the company.

when you realize, you're touching him, and it's more of a reflex than an actual move, and he seems to understand that. it's like you're speaking the same language.

it's never like that with him.

"ah, finn. i was wondering when you'd join us, given how intensly you were watching us." silco says to someone behind you, and you feel a hand surround your waist. before you can react, you hear finn's voice, almost a roar.

"i need to talk to her. excuse us" silco doesn't seem ofended, on the contrary. he seems amused, and steps back to give you room to walk out.

you can't contain a exclamation from leaving your throat when he pushes you up against a wall and dives in your neck, coloring it purple and red.

"no. finn. stop" he immediatly steps back and pushes his hair back, watching you intently. "what the hell?"

"you were touching him. why?"

"we were talking, you asshole. you were touching that dude. why?"

he seems to catch up then.

"i don't like it when you flirt with other people. i don't like it when you flirt with him."

"why? it's not like we're together or anything." you can see that it's like a slap on his face. "what? you're jealous?"

his face light up at that and he gets closer again, not quite touching you.

"i'm not jealous. you're mine. i'm sorry i didn't make it clear before."

he seems sincere. you pull him closer by the arms. it's not good enough forever, it's not even good enough for tomorrow.

but it's good enough for now.

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[yunhoez]

Coincide

pairings: timeskip!suna rintaro x f!reader

genre: smut, FLUFF, tiny bit of angst like for 2 seconds, followed by more fluff

warnings: NSFW 18+, swearing, orgasm denial, public sex, breeding, "bunny", not proofread (its 3 am), I think that's it but pls let me know if I missed anything

a/n: this is really self indulgent, I had this thought in the shower and something about my trash ass ex seeing me happy with suna makes my brain go brrrrr. don't worry, I'm working on that in therapy :D anyways this is my first time writing smut, lol bye! hope y'all enjoy!!! <3

There’s no reason to attend a high school reunion with people you never liked nor thought of in years. Meaningless chatter mixed with the stench of beer, while the god awful fluorescent lights sting your eyes didn’t sound appealing to you. Yet here you are, standing against the wall of the poorly decorated banquet hall with a drink you’ve hardly touched. The “Welcome Class of 2017” banner in front of you, reminded you of just how little time has passed since you’ve seen these people. If it were up to you, you would’ve ignored the e-vite and binged a show you’ve seen 100 times already. However, your sweet boyfriend, Suna Rintaro, was so eager to see where you spent your teen years and the people who knew you way before he did. Not that they would have very many stories about you, considering how much you kept to yourself, but that didn’t stop Suna from RSVPing on your behalf.

“I fucking hate you.” you spat, taking a sip of your drink, wincing at the strength.

“I know.” suna smirked, handing you his beer and taking your drink for himself.

The both of you stood close together, watching people fein happiness at the sight of each other. What was the point in attending these events if not to show off how much better you’re doing to people who no longer matter to you, if they ever did that is. Suna nudged you lightly, motioning towards a group of people coming toward the two of you.

“Hey! I didn’t think you’d be here!”

“Yeah! Me neither!” you giggle, shooting a glare towards Suna who’s already grinning at you.

Suna knows you hate small talk, but something about seeing you perk up at the memories you’ve seemingly forgotten made him feel warm inside. Although you never wanted to admit it, you missed the people who made your teen years a little less terrible. Suna wrapped his arms around your waist, settling his chin onto your head, as the two of you listened to your friends reminisce about your antics.

“I’m telling you, this girl was in detention every single day!”

“Don’t act like you weren’t there with me!” you huffed, feeling Suna’s chest rumble with laughter. No one had ever taken much interest in your life, except for Suna. It was safe to say you had no idea how to react to his attentiveness when it came to you. You looked up at him, watching how he was soaking in the memories of you, that he didn’t get to witness. He smiles widely at the thought of you picking at your chicken sandwiches, only for you to eat the bread and call it lunch.

You notice the crinkle in his eyes, as he catches you in photos on the projector screen. You cover your face, a blush creeping onto your cheeks, as everyone awes at their younger selves. Suna grabs hold of your hands and pulls them down from your face, placing a kiss on your cheek.

“You know if I went to your school, I would’ve been afraid of you.”

“Says the one who looks bored out of his mind all the time.” you tease him, your gaze still fixed on the dimly lit screen.

“Guess we’re soulmates then.” he hums into your ear, tightening his grip around your waist.

The night went by smoothly, well as smooth as it can get when you’re surrounded by people who most definitely hated each other. Suna leads you to the bar, ordering a round of shots for the two of you.

“If we’re going to be here, we might as well take advantage of the open bar.” he grins, pouring salt onto your hand and handing you the tiny glass.

“I’m sure that’s the only reason so many people showed up.” you respond, licking the salt and downing the burning liquid. Suna brings a lime wedge to your lips, you suck on it lightly as he watches you intently. He brings it to his own mouth, draining the remainder of the juice before neatly folding it in a napkin.

“So what’s the story with those two over there?” he motions to the couple arguing a few feet from you.

“Them? They always do that, one minute they’re in love and the next they’re having a Twitter war.” you say, signaling the bartender for another round.

“Does that mean we’ll get to read some drama tonight?” Suna perks up, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. You giggle, clinking your glasses together and savoring the tequila running through you quicker than you expected.

“Already feeling it, pretty?”

“Pft. No, I’m just feelin’ fuzzy.”

Suna turns you to face him, his eyes starting to glaze over from the drinks. Everything around you feels hazy, but his touch is amplified as he taps on your lips to open. He wedges the lime into your mouth, gaze fixed on the way you swallow the tart juice and pucker your lips. Placing the fruit in his glass, he attaches his lips to yours, groaning at the mix of your sweetness and the sour taste of citrus. The lingering taste of tequila was replaced with his own, your body getting drunk off of him more so than the alcohol. He places his hand onto the small of your back, pressing you into him and eliminating any space between you two. A firm poke to your thigh was enough for you to have you moan softly into his mouth. He pulls away, a string of saliva connecting you two before snapping back onto his lips. He licks them, relishing in the haze of love and need he feels for you.

“Bathroom. Now.” he demands, throwing a wad of cash onto the bar and pulling you with him. A smile plastered on your lips as you follow close behind him, stumbling on your platforms.

The two of you stumble into the men’s bathroom, small giggles falling from your lips as Suna trips over his own foot before locking the door. You lift yourself up onto the counter, feeling the cold tile on your thighs and leaning against the mirror. Suna nudges your legs apart with his thigh, slipping in between them and running his hands up your short dress, peppering kisses along your neck.

“God, I love you.” he mumbles, pulling you closer to him and smashing his lips against yours. Your hands find their way to his hair, pulling at it slightly as he deepens the kiss and moans into your mouth. His grip on your ass tightens, before he makes his way between your legs. He lifts your dress and shoves your panties to the side, staring at the mess he’s caused.

“Always so wet for me, bunny.” he whispers into your core, placing a light kiss onto your clit. You whimper at the minimal contact and he grins, flattening his tongue and licking a stripe between your folds, savoring the taste he could never get enough of. “Fuck..” he moans, the cold metal of his ring clad fingers pumping into you slowly. The sinful moans of his name leave your mouth with no shame, the sound of him devouring you and your screams were sure to be heard from the hallway.

“Rin…” you moan out, your thighs tightening over his head as he continues to suck on your clit.

“You need me, baby?” he asks, looking up at you through his thick lashes. His honey eyes dripped with lust, as he moved his slick covered fingers to rub your clit. The small, tight circles cause your thighs to shake. “Answer me, pretty.”

“R-Rin… need you.” you stutter, feeling the familiar warmth in your stomach building up. You were so close, his fingers entering you once again and curling into your sweet spot. He grins at you, his face wet from your cunt, as he leans to press a kiss to your swollen lips. “Rin! I’m-”

“I know, baby. I got you.” he coos, going in and out of you faster. Just as you were about to reach your high, his fingers slip out of you. A mischievous grin plastered on his face, as he sucks on his fingers. You groan, covering your face and pressing your thighs together. “Ah… Ah…” He pushes your thighs apart with his body, unbuckling his belt and pulling himself out. “Thought you needed me?” He pouts, pumping himself slowly.

“I- Rin. Please, I was so close-” you whine, eyes pressed to his thick cock near your entrance.

“Spit on it.” you obey him, pursuing your lips to let the liquid fall onto his dick. He pumps himself, moaning and grabbing your face with his other hand. “Now tell me, pretty. What do you need?”

“Y-you.” you whisper, looking up at him with wide eyes as you unbutton his shirt. He places a sloppy kiss on your lips, breathing heavily when your cold hands replace his as you jerk him off. “Bend over for me.” His dark eyes watched you scramble off the counter, slipping your panties off and leaning over the sink. Your pretty face in the mirror looking back at him with pleading eyes as he rubs his cock against your cunt. He moans, pushing into you slowly, throwing his head back when he bottoms out. He stills, basking in the warmth of your plush walls.

“Fuck, Rin, move.” you huff, trying to relieve yourself.

“Am I not allowed to enjoy the moment?” he responds, gripping onto your hips tightly.

“Yeah, but- Fuck!” you moan at his sharp thrusts, a smile tugging at his lips as he pulls you back and forth on his dick. “Sorry, bunny. Couldn’t wait.” Your eyes roll into the back of your head, the steady pace of his thrusts driving you close to your peak once again. You reach your hand down to your clit, but Suna slaps your hand away. You look up at him in the mirror, his loving eyes boring into you, as he rubs at your clit in fast circles.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well, baby.” he praises, his head falling back, letting his moans get louder the closer he gets. “Gonna cum in you, fill you up, and make you a pretty mama.”

“Fuck- Suna, don’t- WHAT THE FUCK?” you scream, feeling the fullness of his dick leave your dripping cunt.

“Who the fuck is Suna?” he giggles to himself, his dick grinding in between your folds at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Rin, c’mon- shit!” you bite your lip, your walls clenching around him as he kneads your ass.

“Good girl.” he coos, one hand on your hip and the other pulling your dress down to let your breast fall out. He moans, gripping at the soft flesh. “You gonna let me cum in you, baby?”

“Yes, fuck… don’t stop.” you hum, your brain starting to fog up as you near your release.

“S-shit, ‘M gonna.” he hisses, feeling your walls clench as you ride out your orgasm. Your fucked out expression and loud screams of his name was enough to have him spilling into you. He moans out your name, leaning over you and pressing a kiss to your shoulder, before pulling out and watching him spill out of you.

“You’re lucky I’m on the pill.” you pant, looking up at the mirror to him snapping a photo of the two of you. “Rin!”

“What? It’s a good memory!” he defends, taking several photos from different angles before lifting you up and setting you down on the counter. He shoves himself back into his pants, tucking his shirt and buckling belt before averting his attention to you. Your arms wrap around his neck as he kisses you softly, mumbling sweet words into your lips. He breaks away to dampen a towel, wiping you down as you scroll through the many pictures he took. A loud knock breaks the atmosphere, followed by annoyed screams.

“Have some fucking decency, some people need to use the bathroom!”

You both look at each other, laughing loudly before putting yourselves together. Suna adjusts his shirt, leaving the top buttons open and ruffling his hair. You slip into your underwear, smoothing out your dress and reapplying your lipstick. He gives your ass a light slap before opening the door and exiting, his eyes flicker between the couple outside. Suna’s lips twitch, realizing who the man leaning against the wall is. A smug expression spreads across his face, as he reaches his hand out for you.

“Sorry your sex life’s so boring.” he grins. You grasp his hand, walking out and nodding to the couple, recognizing the familiar set of eyes that you once adored.

“Sorry about that, bathroom's all yours.”

You squeeze Suna’s hand twice, a signal the two of you made up for when you’re feeling anxious. He quickly wraps his arm around your waist, pressing you into his side and placing a soft kiss onto your head. He hums quietly, leading the two of you out of the banquet hall and out to the garden. You stop at a bench, overlooking the city. The soft chirps of crickets and Suna’s intoxicating scent grounds you, a sense of relief washing over you.

“Fuck high school reunions, can’t believe you wanted to come here.” he jokes, pulling you onto his lap and holding you.

“Oh, shut up. You loved every minute of it.” you nuzzled into his chest.

“Particularly the bathroom part.” he hummed. “You okay?”

You sighed happily into his chest, nodding in response.

“So, tell me, what did the side bang do for you?”

“Shut the fuck up, Rintaro.” you hiss, getting up from his grasp, only for him to pull you back and attack your neck with kisses. Your laugh fills his ears, followed by your small fists punching his arm lightly in an attempt to get him to stop tickling you. A blush creeps onto his cheeks, the overwhelming feeling of love feels his body. He pauses his attack, your love laced insults about how irritating he could be was music to his ears. You’d never admit it to Suna, but you were glad he dragged you here. Seeing how his usual deadpan expression changed every time you were talked about made your heart swell. Maybe these things weren’t that bad, as long as he was by your side.

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