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astonmartinii · 8 months

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no more ace to play [mamma mia part two] | formula one social media au

drivers: sebastian vettel, fernando alonso and jenson button

the investigation was fruitful but now y/n has a handful of drivers and a bucket load of criticism

general note: i answered an ask about this but i thought i'd reiterate here, this is a no wives or kids au, so seb and jenson's wives and kids do not exist in this !! thank you so much for all the lovely feedback on the last part, hopefully i remembered to tag everyone who asked x

part one | masterlist | ko-fi

yourusername

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tagged: fernandoalo_oficial, sebastianvettel, jensonbutton

yourusername: so i guess it's kinda real now and they're all lovely x

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user4: i know the bitter old people are going to find this now but i for one think it's fucking ICONIC

user5: the guys are way too chill for the situation

user6: they've not said anything, so how would you know?

user5: idk reeks of babytrapping

user7: be for real y/n doesn't need to baby trap anyone she has her own career?

yourbff: debrief needed STAT

yourusername: literally on my way to yours right now get the non-alcoholic wine READY

landonorris: do i like get a prize for my hand in this?

yourusername: here's a gold star ⭐️

landonorris: i was hoping for some monetary rewards

yourusername: ur literally a millionaire ?

landonorris: and?

user8: are any of them gonna like comment or?

user9: very odd considering they wouldn't shut THE FUCK UP on their own posts

user10: for real they were very proud of their 'accomplishments' but now it's the consequences of their actions and theyre silent ?

user11: have yall considered the fact that finding out you might be a dad is a bit of a shock, let them all process it?

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jensonbutton: back to see the old rides

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user12: SPILL JENSON PLEASE

user13: so like what team is this kid going to support they've got so much to choose from?

user14: if they have any taste, ferrari 💅

user15: i mean their momma clearly has taste so ....

oscarpiastri: nice to meet you jenson!

jensonbutton: by how much mark talks about you i could've sworn i'd already met you

aussiegrit: bold of you to send shots my way considering your current predicament

user16: mark saying this like they aren't lucky to be with y/n ?

user17: bro we all saw that you met up with y/n and the baby daddy squad... wanna maybe share some thoughts?

user18: why would he want to publicise that he got with a slag?

user17: i know you're not calling y/n a slag when we're talking about f1 playboy JENSON BUTTON ?

user19: i have complete faith that this mamma mia summer WILL have a good ending but i NEED these men to maybe actually talk about it so people aren't just out here coming for y/n ?

yourusername

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yourusername: got myself a sweet treat and did some meditation (i.e. listening to asmr roleplay) because life is crazy and morning sickness is a bitch

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user24: not to be sappy but i am emotional watching y/n go through this, she's been on the internet for so long i feel like i've watched her grow up, idk anything about f1 but i hope they're good for her

yourbff: gosh who knew you getting pregnant would lead to us having to go to the bakery every single morning

yourusername: but but but they have such good croissants and SHUSH I BUY YOU YOURS EVERYDAY

yourbff: i know you're like my sugar mama, please still buy me pastries when you have your actual child

user25: i think we're all being a wee bit dramatic about the whole "they haven't said anything" business. yes, they probably should say they're fine with it so people stop accusing y/n of baby trapping them but ALSO we don't know what they do everyday, maybe we should just let the adults go about their business

charles_leclerc: i am basically seb's kid so i shall be a character witness: that man is an ANGEL and believe me that took a lot for me to say in public lol

yourusername: why thank you charles, i have heard a lot about you. in fact on his "provisional dad cv", sebastian directly named you, some guys called max verstappen, mick schumacher and lance stroll as fatherly experience

maxverstappen1: LOL I KNEW SEB LOVED ME BUT WTF IS A DAD CV

sebastianvettel: this is a serious matter and i wanted to show that i'm serious about fatherhood

mickschumacher: soz max, charles and lance i think WE all know who his favourite is

lancestroll: i'm just happy to be recognised tbf

yourusername: well i kinda hope this real child will be his favourite...

charles_leclerc: boring 🥱

alexalbon: well i'm gonna nominate myself as jenson's grid kid and woah that guy is great 👍

jensonbutton: sounds kinda sarcastic but thanks for the effort alex

carlossainz55: seeing as we're all here i'll say that nando is the best grid dad sorry not sorry

yourusername: you're all here but idk who you people are ?

fernandoalo_oficial: chilli have i ever told you how proud i am of you?

stoffelvandoorne: do i mean nothing to you old man

user26: wtf is going on here

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fernandoalo_oficial: what a race! thankful to finally be back on the podium this weekend and i'd like to dedicate this race to the soon-to-be new addition and my new family, here's to our future ❤️

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user27: HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO CUTE

user28: i'm sorry the THUMB IN THE MOUTH CELEBRATION ARE YOU KIDDING?

jensonbutton: proud of you, come home quick x

user29: i'm sooooo chill about this

fernandoalo_oficial: i'll make sure to tell the team that THE jenson button wants the meeting to go faster

sebastianvettel: do i mean nothing? that's literally my old team name drop ME

yourusername: just tell them i've gone into labour

fernandoalo_oficial: you've not even been pregnant two months yet...

yourusername: they don't know that

astonmartinf1: this is a public instagram comment section...

maxverstappen1: maybe when the little one is actually here i'll let you win for once

fernandoalo_oficial: how kind of you?

maxverstappen1: i need the little one to know that at least one of you is cool and that i should be their favourite god father

lewishamilton: now that is a bold assumption

danielricciardo: i have been quiet on this topic but if anyone is prime god father material YOU'RE LOOKING AT HIM

yourusername: you'll all receive an email and a god father application in the coming weeks

charles_leclerc: is this another seb idea?

yourusername: maybe... but idk yall so i think it's a good idea

yourusername

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yourusername: welcome to the crazy house

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user33: so we've confirmed the poly? yes or no?

user34: i'm gonna say yes but with them you literally never know

georgerussell63: so we all sent them a jellycat?

alexalbon: speak for yourself george that sick ass rocking bunny is all albon

user35: not to be weird but this kids is literally going to have the hottest parents of all time

user36: no cause if i'm a teacher and all of them walk in for parent's evening i'm passing out

jensonbutton: oh wow what a lovely crib i wonder who put that together

fernandoalo_oficial: don't you dare take all the credit

sebastianvettel: as if anyone other than the WOOD WORK KING put that together

yourusername: guys they are lying the delivery guy put it together and they all stood around watching like dads at the airport

jensonbutton: "like dads" so still getting the experience in

danielricciardo: so who is responsible for this grandpa ass nursery aesthetic?

yourusername: well this is awkward i thought it was cute

fernandoalo_oficial: it is don't worry honey, it matches seb's overall grandpa aesthetic

sebastianvettel: you guys agreed to move to mine don't switch up on my aesthetic now

jensonbutton: oh seb we all love your certain affinity for tartan and plaid

sebastianvettel: i'm not feeling this love right now :(

yourusername: cuddle pile incoming

note: ahhh okay this was very highly requested so i hope it met expectations. i'm thinking this could defo be a longer series (i am also working on into the arms of another dw) following the whole family if yall would like that? i'm gonna try and tag everyone who requested that, i am sorry if i missed anyone x

taglist: @boiohboii @vellicora @faithm120601 @raizelchrysanderoctavius @luv4kani @minkyungseokie @eugene-emt-roe @magical-spit @ironmaiden1313 @jaydaaasworld @whoreks @rainerax @nonsensical-nonsence @laneyspaulding19 @chelseyyouraverageluigi @lxclerc @gemofthenight @woweewoowa

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 #sebastian vettel instagram au #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel #sebastian vettel imagine #sebastian vettel x you #fernando alonso instagram au #fernando alonso x reader #fernando alonso imagine #fernando alonso #jenson button instagram au #jenson button x reader #jenson button imagine #mamma mia au #astonmartinii

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mountttmase · 5 months

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A Mountain To Climb

The Christmas Special

Part One

Note - Merry early Christmas. This is a little different to what I’ve done before but it all leads up to part two that I’ll post in a week. Hope you all enjoy 🤍

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - n/a

Warnings - fluff

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masonmount Happy 3rd anniversary baby. So lucky to still get to do dinner and a movie with you 🩷

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y/n happy anniversary 🥺 the loml I swear

masonmount many more to come 😘

declanrice they grow up so fast. Proud of you son

masonmount thanks dad

Freyaaaaxo I still remember being on the phone to missy just before you picked her up for your first date. Time flies 🥺

masonmount wouldn’t be here without you Frey 🩷

y/n my wing woman ❤️‍🔥

benchilwell you used to carry me around like that

masonmount I still got you bro 😘

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y/n Life lately

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masonmount ☹️❤️‍🩹

y/n need a cuddle

masonmount on my way 🦸🏻‍♂️

woody_ smile might be good

y/n nothing to smile about in my life

declanrice stop drinking leaf water you’ll feel better

y/n it’s peppermint tea you uncultured swine

Freyaaaaxo Parker watching the game with you at home is so precious to me 😩

y/n he’s a good boy 🥺 I’m glad you enjoyed the game and my ticket didn’t go to waste 🩷

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masonmount Good things are happening people. Thank you for sticking by us and stay tuned 👹

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y/n 🤭😉

masonmount 🤫😘

lukeshaw23 🤷🏼

rasmus.hoejlund good game today bro 🤜🏻🤛🏻

masonmount ⭐️👦🏼

lisandromartinezzz brother ♥️

masonmount miss you out there man ♥️

kobbie Money Mase 💰

masonmount parter in crime 🤝🏼

lukeshaw23 god you look good in red

masonmount 🤭

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y/n Parker is so excited to let you know he’s about to become a big brother 💛

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masonmount mumma 🩷

y/n daddy 😏

Freyaaaaxo Parker will be the bestiest big brother I just know it 🥺 congrats guys, how did we end up here 🥹

Y/n anntie Frey 🩷 and no idea, but I’m so thankful to have had you right next to me for the journey 🥰

sophiaaemelia STOP IT RIGHT NOW?!?!? Girl you’re GLOWING 😍 Congratulations you two, you’re gonna be the most perfect parents ever 🤍 miss you xx

y/n Soph 🥹 we miss you too. When bubba is here you must come for a cuddle ☺️

sophiaaemelia it’s a date. I can’t think of anything I’d want to do more 😘

kaihavetz29 I’m coming too 😌

masonmount of course you are 🙄

laurenfryer_ a bestie for Jude 🥺 congratulations guys this is so exciting 🩷 if you need any tips let me know

y/n calling you right nowwwwww

jazbenham we’re all honestly so excited to meet the new addition 🥺 but I think summer is the most excited out of all of us 😂

y/n bless her 🥹 it’s a big deal being a big cousin but we can’t wait for you all to meet them 🩷

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masonmount don’t be fooled, she just had a really big lunch

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y/n thanks Mase 🙄

masonmount ily 😘

declanrice let that bun cook 😤

masonmount oh it’s cooking 🧑🏻‍🍳 did you know they’re currently the size of a pineapple

y/n feels more like a bowling ball

benchilwell I’m gonna be an uncle 🥹

woody_ I’m gonna be the favourite uncle 🥹

lew.mount get in line you two

kaihavetz29 well how has this happened then. Congrats you guys ♥️

masonmount thanks bro! I’ll tell you later 😉

reecejames my boys turning into a man 🥹 forever proud of you

masonmount proud of you bro!

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y/n A whole week of you, George 🤍 Merry Christmas everyone and thank you Santa for the most precious gift of all. We’re both so full of love for you 🥰

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masonmount that’s my boy 🩷🥺

y/n we love you sm 😘

Freyaaaaxo LOOK AT THAT CHUNKY BOY 😍 the most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen 🙊 can’t even begin to tell you how excited I am and how PROUD I am of you and Mase. Georgie is so lucky to have you guys 🩷

y/n I’m too hormonal for this Freya but we all love you so much you have no idea 😭🩷

benchilwell congratulations guys 🤍 mason looks like a natural already

y/n another thing he can do perfectly 🙄

sophiaameila what a beautiful baby 🤍 so happy for you all and I can’t wait for cuddles 😭

y/n George and Parker can’t wait!

anouskasantos a new bestie for Reign 😌 he’s beautiful babe congratulations

y/n I sense some play dates incoming 😉

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masonmount To the love of my life, and the little boy that made me a dad. I’m so in awe of both of you and all the new things we’re learning together 🤍

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Y/n the kindness and patience you’ve shown us over this week is more than I could ever ask for. You’re the best dad in the word and we’re so lucky to have you 🩷

masonmount my absolute world 🌏💘

declanrice congrats brother!

masonmount uncle dec 🤍

woody_ Parker 😩 (also George 🥺)

masonmount he’s taking his protector role very seriously

manchesterunited a new red ♥️ got the shirt being printed as we speak. Congratulations Mase and y/n!

masonmount thanks all!

lew.mount the baby’s had a baby 🥺♥️ he’s perfect congratulations the pair of you I can’t wait to see him

masonmount soon bro 🤍

benchilwell mini Mase 😭 congratulations I’m so proud and happy for the pair of you

masonmount brother ♥️

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fromgoy2joy · 13 days

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After a tizzy of a freshman year of college as a jew-ish student, I'm packing boxes for uHaul.

My target-bought menorah went into the first box, along with all ten of my hillel sweatshirts. Pictures I had printed out from Purim are taken down, and neatly put into an envelope to be hung up later. My many books on Jewish culture and religion went into the second one. And so on, and so forth. The hamsa I lost three months ago was under my mini fridge.

As I put away each Jewish item, intermingled with my sweater collection and stuffed animals, I remember both the joy and grief of this year. A hostage necklace goes hand in hand with my Magen David in my jewelry box. A newspaper on a local antisemitic hate crime finds it place next to the belated "Hanukkah gift" my friend got for me in April. It's been so much to carry- both the joy of finding home along with the tangible feeling of uncertainty, fear, and pain.

And finally, I am on the fifth box. In the pocket of two separate winter coats, I found posters of two people-

one, the childhood best friend of a man I know, currently a captive in Gaza. I'd been given that picture, personally, by my friend who kept on referring to this hostage in the past tense. Then, he would continually correct himself, looking even more stricken as he made that mistake of letting what he's resigned to slip out. And I can't imagine- I can't. If the boys I played in the summer streams with were currently being tortured by my worst enemies. If I had no idea if the friend that sent me funny texts and assurances after a bad day was alive or not. The other, Hind Rajab, a Palestinian child killed in the crossfires of war. I found that poster blown off from a fence. It was one out of around sixty so I felt comfortable taking it home with me, just to look at her and remember. Her little face would've blended right in with the kids I helped out with every Monday for the last two semesters. Who could've cried on her last day of kindergarten, because she wouldn't see her teachers again, just like how all the six-year-olds clung to me when they realized it was my last day. In that moment, I laughed, pushing their hands off of me gently because I had to leave for Pesach celebrations. But at the same time, I thought of her and how she didn't get to see Eid.

When I come back to campus in September, with those boxes waiting in my new dorm for me, I will open up that box and see their faces. And I'll feel that sorrow as deeply as I feel it now and the moment I first learnt their stories. But I hope my friend's near-brother will be back home. And I hope - I hope to everything- that Palestinian children just like Hind will be able to go back home, get the help they need, and spend the rest of their childhoods crying over their teacher assistants leaving for summer breaks.

And when I see them in September, I'll think "We've done it. I'm sorry it took so long, I'm sorry it took this pain and nothing ever deserved to happen to you. But we did it."

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milfsloverblog · 10 months

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Life Eternal (last part)

Can you feel me longing for you forever and ever?

Larissa Weems x Fem!reader

A/N: Well, this story has finally come to an end. Thank you to everyone who’s been following since chapter one, I loved reading your comments of pure anguish and despair. It took me a (long) while to decide how I wanted to end this fic, I hope you’ll enjoy reading it. Here’s the song mentioned in this chapter, which I recommend listening to (I swear I’m not trying to turn y’all into The Cure fans…unless…). Thank you again, enjoy!<3

AO3 link in title

She couldn’t know. It was impossible, you knew it was impossible for someone to remember once their memories had been erased. Unless… No. No, this was just fate messing with you, it was life sticking its middle finger right into your face.

You should have declined. You should have pushed the drink away and get out of the bar. But you didn’t. If life wanted to mess with you, then so be it. What did you have to lose, anyway? Larissa didn’t remember you.

So you found yourself picking up the glass, your legs moving on their own accord as you walked towards the tall woman.

“Hey!“ You pushed a small smile as you sat down on the stool next to hers.

“Hey, I’m Larissa!” She offered her hand and you shook it, introducing yourself in return.

“I don’t do this very often,” she said, gesturing around with her hand. “Going out to bars, I mean. It’s not that I don’t want to, but I don’t have much free time with my work. And I’m rambling now.” she chuckled softly. “I suppose what I’m trying to say is that I didn’t know if this was the right approach, buying you a drink. That’s what people used to do when I was younger.”

“Well, a free drink is always welcome.” You joked. “Unless it’s from some creepy old man. In which case, it’s never welcome.”

Larissa laughed, hiding her mouth behind her hand like she always did.

“Tell me more about you.” You said as if there was anything she could tell you that you didn’t know already.

You listened to the tall woman telling you about her life, your chin resting on your hand. You could feel yourself melt at the passion and the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about her work at Nevermore. She told you it was a school for outcasts and asked if you knew what that meant, to which you simply nodded and took a sip of your drink.

It had always been hypnotising, the way she moved her hands around as she talked. Her mouth spread in a wide smile as she told you about the last Outreach Day, her crooked bottom teeth peeking out from behind her lip. You almost wished you had found a way to erase your memory too, just so you could fall in love with her all over again.

“Jericho, you said?” You tilted your head. “It’s a bit far from here, isn’t it? You don’t have nice bars over there?”

“Well, to be completely honest, a former student recommended me this place. She said it was quiet and it would do me some good to be away from Nevermore, at least for a weekend while it’s the summer break.”

A former student, of course. Enid. I swear you won’t live to see another full moon, you traitorous fur-bag.

“I never thought I’d be taking recommendations from Wednesday Addams. But here I am, and I’m glad I did!”

Wednesday?!

You choked on your drink, turning away from Larissa as you coughed a few times.

“Are you alright?” Larissa’s hand gently rubbed your back and you had to close your eyes for a second, her electrifying touch sending a jolt through your veins.

You nodded and cleared your throat, almost letting out a whine at the loss of the woman’s warm hand on your back.

“I’ve been rambling about myself for half an hour, how about you tell me more about yourself ?” Larissa emptied her glass and gestured for the bartender to pour her another one.

“There isn’t much to say about me, really. I finished high school six years ago and tried university but it wasn’t for me. Currently working at a small coffee shop downtown but god knows how long that will last. I’m sorry, I’m not as interesting as you are.” You shook your head and looked down.

And then her hand was on yours, giving you a gentle squeeze that had your breath hitching in your throat.

“Don’t say that. It’s not easy to find what makes us vibrate, what makes us want to get out of bed in the morning. Everything takes time.” She gave your hand another squeeze before letting go. “And do you come here often?”

“I suppose it depends on what you call often? Once a week, usually.” You shrugged, realising how pathetic that sounded.

“And you come here looking for…?”

“I’m not even sure, to be honest. I guess I come here trying to forget some things. It doesn’t help though, and I keep coming back like an imbecile.”

“Mm, trying to mend a broken heart then?” Larissa’s fingers carefully took hold of your chin and raised your head so you’d look at her.

You were grateful for the song changing in the background right at that moment. You could tell Larissa immediately recognised it, as you did, by the way her eyes widened.

“I love The Cure!” She said, her ruby lips stretching in a wide smile.

I know. I haven’t forgotten.

“So do I!”

Truth was, you hadn’t listened to them in over a year. But of course one of their songs would play right when Larissa found her way back to you.

So, we meet again and I offer my hand

All dry and English slow

Larissa offered you her slender hand to take and you didn’t think twice before grabbing it, letting the woman pull you towards the small dance floor.

And you look at me and I understand

Yeah it's a look I used to know

Three long years and your favorite man

Is that any way to say hello?

And you hold me like you'll never let me go

You were hypnotised, entranced by the way she danced to the music. You had asked her once if she had always been so diligent and she had nodded, telling you that she’d always been a studious and dedicated student except for the few times where her roommate had managed to drag her to a bar downtown.

You imagined a younger Larissa, drink in hand and dancing to some new wave song with her roommate. Is that where she had learnt to dance like this?

Larissa spun you around and wrapped her arms around you from behind, pulling you flush against her body.

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you so much

The older woman whispered the lyrics near your ear, the hair on your neck sticking up as her breath hit your skin. You wondered then if she knew. If by some miracle - or curse - she had found a way to remember.

You couldn’t resist closing your eyes and letting Larissa sway you from side to side, her arms tightly wrapped around your body and her lips dangerously close to your pulse point.

But how many times can I walk away and wish, if only

How many times can I talk this way and wish, if only

Keep on making the same mistake

Keep on aching the same heartbreak

I wish if only, but if only is a wish too late

It pained you how accurate it all was. How many times you wished you had told her the truth. How many times you regretted running away, making the same mistakes again and again. You wished, if only.

The song came to an end and Larissa held you a little longer before eventually letting go, spinning you around and biting her lip as the two of you locked eyes.

“I think I’d like to go home with you.” She whispered, the dim light doing nothing to hide the blush that crept on her cheeks.

Oh. Oh.

“Larissa, I don’t think…Fuck-“ You rubbed your hand over your face, trying to find the right words.

“Oh, god. I misread the signs, didn’t I? I’m sorry, I really did think you were interested-“

“I am!” You cut her off. “You didn’t misread anything, I’m interested. It’s just-“

“It’s the age gap, right?” It was her turn to cut you off. “Listen, I can make myself appear younger.” She blurted out “I told you about Nevermore. I’m an outcast too, a shapeshifter.”

“What?!” You scoffed. As if you would ever want her to shapeshift into anything else than what she was right now.

Larissa’s eyes widened and she froze looking like a deer caught in the headlights. She had told you too much. She shouldn’t have mentioned her abilities, you looked absolutely horrified about her admission.

“Come with me.” You said, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the door.

Larissa had just enough time to reach her arm out and catch her bag from the stool as you pulled her outside.

“I don’t live too far, we’ll walk. The fresh air will do us some good.” You said, walking down the street with Larissa by your side.

You were halfway to your house when you realised that you had not let go of her hand, that her fingers were still intertwined with yours and she didn’t seem to mind. It felt so right to be walking home with Larissa, holding hands like lovers did. And yet you couldn’t ignore the dreadful feeling of guilt that pulled in your stomach. It wasn’t right to do this, to lie to her like you were doing right now. What if this went too far? You couldn’t take advantage of her like this, you would never.

“I hope it’s not too messy inside.” You joked awkwardly as you unlocked your front door and pushed it open. “You can take your shoes off if you’d like, I can’t imagine it’s comfortable to walk around in heels all day long.”

The woman nodded and slipped out of her shoes, placing them by the door. She followed you deeper into your flat and looked around, smiling at the decor.

“It’s cozy.” She said. “It looks like you, very fitting.”

“Thanks, I guess?” You chuckled and watched her sit down on your couch as you poured two glasses of water.

“So…” She started when you sat down next to her, placing the glasses on the table. “I don’t usually do this. I already told you that I don’t go out much, nor do I have sex with people I’ve just met, but there’s something about you…”

Larissa’s hand had landed on your knee and moved higher as she spoke, her fingertips rubbing soothing circles on your thigh. She moved her free hand to cup your cheek and pulled you closer, finally allowing herself to press her lips on the expense of your neck.

“Fuck-“ you breathed out, feeling your willpower slipping through your fingers.

You had dreamt of this moment for so long, imagined her lips on your skin so many times. All you had ever wanted was there in your arms, years of yearning and longing finally being rewarded. But you couldn’t let it happen, and you knew it.

“Larissa-“ You carefully held onto her shoulders and gently pushed her away from you.

Don’t look at me like that, please. If only you knew. You’re all I’ve ever wanted, and you’re all I can never have.

“We can’t! I can’t…Trust me, Larissa, you don’t want to do this with me.” You said looking into her eyes, hoping she would accept it without further explanation.

“You don’t know what I want.” Larissa breathed out and the next second her lips were crashing onto yours.

The world around you faded into oblivion as you tasted Larissa’s lips and she tasted yours. You eventually dared to reach for her, your hand craving to hold onto her waist when the older woman suddenly recoiled as if she had been burnt.

And you could immediately tell by the look on her face that she remembered. She desperately searched for your eyes, silently seeking an answer to the memories that had just gushed into her mind.

“I can explain.” You whispered, holding your hands out in front of you.

Larissa’s body visibly tensed and for a second you thought she was about to scream at you, half expecting her to slap you as well. But that wasn’t Larissa. She had never raised her voice at you, you weren’t even sure she had it in her. Instead, the woman opened her arms and pulled you in a tight hug that had you burst into sobs.

“I’m so, so sorry-“ you sobbed loudly, slumping into Larissa’s arms and gripping onto the fabric of her blouse to keep her close.

Larissa stayed quiet, her chest heaving up and down as she buried her face in the crook of your neck, trying to process the thousands of thoughts and emotions that ran through her.

“We should have talked this out.” She eventually said when you had calmed down.

She pulled away from you and brushed your tears away with the pad of her thumb.

“I was so scared to lose you.” You admitted, your lips dangerously wobbling once again. “I was so scared that you would forever be disgusted by my feelings for you, that you would kick me out of your life. I was horrified that you might think our friendship was based on lies, because it wasn’t! You were the most important person in my life. I was so terrified at the thought of losing you that I willingly chose to evict myself from your life, and your memory.”

Tears dropped from Larissa’s eyes and rolled down her cheeks, ending their path on the woman’s lips. She shook her head a little and cupped your cheek.

“Your feelings for me are anything but disgusting, do you hear me?” She said. “You should have let me speak, perhaps you would have found that my feelings weren’t very far from yours.” Larissa admitted, fighting against the little voice in her mind screaming how unprofessional this was.

“Are you saying-“ Your mouth dropped open and you were unable to say anything else.

“Yes, I am.” Larissa nodded. “I know I shouldn’t, you used to be my student and I was your principal. I feel like this could be seen as me taking advantage of you, and I would never want anyone to think that.”

“You’re not! You’re not taking advantage of me, Larissa. You have never, not once, said or done anything inappropriate. Please-“ you pleaded and took her hands into yours.

“Why do I remember? I thought erasing memories was irreversible, so why did it all come back?” Larissa asked, eyebrows knitted together.

“It is irreversible, unless…” You chuckled and shook your head. “Look, there isn’t any non-cheesy way to say this so I’ll just say it. It’s irreversible unless you receive a true love’s kiss. I know how corny that sounds, trust me.”

“So that means…”

“That your soul and mine belong together, yes. But it doesn’t mean it has to happen. You will still be able to find love somewhere else, to fall for someone who isn’t me. All it means is that your soul matches mine.” You explained, readying yourself for rejection.

“I would be a fool to find my soulmate and decide to run from them, don’t you think?” Larissa whispered, her lips pulling in a small smile. “If you’re still interested in me, in being with me…”

“Yes, yes of course I am!” You answered without needing to think about it. “We will take it as slow as you want.”

“As slow as I want? I was practically throwing myself at you all night long.” Larissa laughed, a blush creeping up her chest and face.

“Yeah, well, it feels nice to know I’m the kind of woman you’re interested in.” You grinned and she gently nudged you before pulling you into another hug.

“I love you, Larissa.” You whispered in her ear, her arms squeezing you a little tighter.

“I know,” she said. “I love you too.”

—

The first rays of sunshine seeped through your curtains, hitting you straight in the face. You slowly blinked awake and turned your head to avoid the light, smiling at the sight of the woman asleep next to you.

Naked, with her mouth slightly agape and her silver curls spread on her pillow, Larissa was a vision.

Your eyes fell on the golden band that adorned her ring finger, which matched yours. You still had no idea how you had gotten lucky enough to call a woman like her your wife.

You closed your eyes, lips spreading in a soft smile as you recalled your wedding first dance. You had held onto each other, as you always did, and gently swayed along to the music, your lips near her ear whispering the lyrics.

Can you hear me say your name forever?

Can you see me longing for you forever?

Would you let me touch your soul forever?

Can you feel me longing for you forever and ever?

If you had life eternal?

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#gwendoline christie #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #principal weems #larissa weems x y/n #larissa x reader #no beta we die like larissa

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poetrysmackdown · 5 months

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some informal thoughts

hello! hope the holiday season has been kind to all of you. and i hope all my jewish followers had a lovely hanukkah! anyways, since i said a few months ago that i’d pick poetry smackdown back up sometime around this time of year, i thought i should make a post. the gist of it is that i’m still quite busy, i have a break that’s about three weeks shorter than I was planning on, and i don’t currently have the mental bandwidth required to read, contemplate, and sort through poem submissions in a way that does justice to them, even if i were to recruit some friends to help out. since running a tournament format requires at least five weeks of continued engagement once it’s underway, and since i’m not at capacity to offer that right now due to the change in my schedule, i’m gonna have to bow out for now. sad bc i was looking forward to it!

my hope is that i’ll have some more time over the summer to hunker down with it, in which case you’ll be hearing from me. it’ll frankly depend on the kind of job i land in for the summer, but i find that my unemployed spirit can typically keep me doing stupid shit regardless of workload...to a point. i don’t want to make any promises because i don’t want to get anyone’s hopes up just to let them down again LOL. i do admit the amount of exposure the first tournament got has made me feel like more of a perfectionist this time around, doubly because i don’t feel that i’m very suited to being a public online presence (even a relatively quite small one)—i’m bad enough at responding to emails for my own real life responsibilities, let alone tumblr asks for the silly responsibilities i invent for myself lol. that’s not to say i no longer want to do it, or i don’t enjoy it, or even that i don’t feel capable of making a really interesting bracket—just that if i am working to put something new together, and if people are taking the time to submit poems they care about, then i don’t want to half-ass it.

my second admission is something like this. I made the original bracket as a celebration of poetry and our relationships to it. yes it was silly and competitive, and the poems were very tumblr, but still, celebration was the intention—I wanted to have conversations about poetry. I stand by the bracket format as a fun and valuable way to foster conversations about poetry, but truthfully, the poems i’m wanting to have conversations about right now—the poems that we should be talking about right now—are ones that i'm not comfortable putting in a bracket. I reblogged The Baffler’s Poems from Palestine collection on here earlier, and Najwan Darwish’s “Who Remembers The Armenians?”, which I still often find repeating through my head when I'm traveling from one place to another, walking home or riding the bus. I came across this beautiful thread recently where people have been translating Dr. Refaat Alareer’s “If I Must Die” into their own languages (this just makes my translator's heart sing!!!!!!). @havingapoemwithyou has been posting some great poems from and for Palestine as well—check out their tag here.

There's always more to add, and I'll be posting more on here as I come across it, but that's what I feel anyone should be focusing on right now when it comes to poetry. i think poetry can be an escape but it should never be a distraction. does that make sense? i wouldn't be against doing a one-off poll here or there, but it feels weird to be making a tournament for poetry right now, or anytime soon. i feel like what free time i have right now is still best utilized helping my friends with organizing in the real world. and god, a bit off-topic but while I'm talking, fuck poetry foundation—I have so much respect for all the poets keeping up the boycott, because while i think it's a simple decision, it's not always an easy one (Aurielle Lucier discussed that here).

anyways, if you read all of this, thank you for your time!! I could go on and on, but really this was just meant to be a message telling y'all that there won't be another tournament for a while lol. even so i'll be trying to use this small silly platform as best i can until palestine is free because that's the absolute least i can do.

#not a poll #also i'm closing my ask box for now because i know i don't have the bandwidth to answer anything rn. sorry :(#but feel free to reply here with your thoughts and any resources and i'll do my best to respond #or even messages might be fine. something about the ask format just gives me anxiety sometimes lmao #cannot stress this enough i am so so so bad at responding to things #even when i want to or enjoy doing it

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enchxanting · 1 year

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our love is god [ethan landry]

read part 2 here || all parts

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: nothing yet but this fic is heathers-inspired, so be warned for the future.

author's note: hi guys, long time lurker first time poster. this is my first time WRITING fic so feel free to leave any critique. also i don't know if i did the cut right lol i have a lot planned and hope you like!

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Dear Diary,

I should’ve never let Mindy convince me to start this operation.

Sure, it’s nice to have a steady cash flow, but nothing is more aggravating than everyone and their mother asking for doctor’s notes, report cards, prescriptions, and absence notes when I’m just trying to make it to fourth-period math. When I was ten, I expected to use my Nancy-Drew-inspired skills to unearth hidden staircases or find whistling statues, not help someone’s checked-out mom get a Xanax.

Yet I forged three (3) permission slips today. Why? Because, next to mysteries, I love the sweet smell of cash in the morning. Yesterday, I added $150 to the rainy day fund. Hopefully, when the weather’s right, I'll be inspired to buy a car and ditch Woodsboro. This town is fucked, alright. Just ask Chad, Mindy, Sam, or–

“Tara! Jesus Christ!” I rub my leg where her sneaker connected. “What’s your damage?”

“Are you done, Shakespeare? You said you’d get lunch with me like, fifteen minutes ago.”

Tara isn’t so great with patience. But, again, I am not so great at keeping track of time. “Yeah, whatever,” I say. “Let’s go see what they’ve cooked up for us today.”

I follow her through the winding path of tables, chairs, and teenage bodies. As we go, I collect bills from outstretched hands and replace them with papers of varying sizes. Tara turns to smirk at me. “What was the event this time?”

“Oh, you know. It’s report card season, and this school is not known for its stellar GPAs.”

“We just have you to thank for keeping it floating below a 3.0,” she teases. “Tell me, Y/N. Does all that extra brainpower of yours get used up matching the way people dot their i’s and cross their t’s?”

I roll my eyes at her. “Sure, Tara. Let’s just get some lunch. I’m seriously starving.”

We grab trays and join the line, aimlessly chattering about the day. Tara’s been my friend since the beginning of the year when I was the only new kid in a town struck by tragedy. We were the only new buyers in Woodsboro over the summer. The rest are still empty, the memory of last year’s Ghostface attacks having driven out long-time residents.

What’s surprising, though, is that the so-called “Woodsboro Four” are still here. Sure, Sam, Tara, Mindy, and Chad mostly stick together, but despite the terrible tragedy that they witnessed, they let me and Annika, Mindy’s current girlfriend, into their lives. I could never measure up to that. I’m just glad they want to be my friend.

I’m taken out of my musings on friendship when I feel someone’s eyes on my back. Without turning around, I recite my usual speech. “$5 for report cards, $10 for prescriptions and absence notes, and an extra $5 for rush fees.”

“Woah, um, tempting, but I’m not looking for any forgery.”

Confused, I turn around to put a face to an unfamiliar voice. The guy’s tall, almost as tall as Chad, with curly brown hair and brown eyes that widen when I meet them. “Sorry, I was just going to get my lunch, but you dropped some cash back here.”

For some reason, my voice is not working. All I can do is look up at him, suddenly captivated by how shy he seems to be. When I pause for a few moments too long, Tara reaches around and takes the money from his hand. “Uh, thanks. I’m sure my friend here appreciates it. Usually she’s more talkative.”

“Oh, god, yeah, sorry,” I finally get out, stumbling over my words. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” Suddenly, I think he remembers to be bashful and walks away without another word.

When he’s gone, Tara laughs. “God, Y/N, drool much? I’ve never seen you like that before.”

I flush red. “Whatever, Tara, you’re the worst.” I give her a playful shove and walk off to buy my lunch. I hand the money to the cashier, but all I can think about are those big, brown eyes, and I know I’m fucked.

#ethan landry #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x reader #scream 6 #scream 2023 #jack champion #heathers #heathers au #high school au #ethan landry fanfiction

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astradreaming · 1 year

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Sleepover with Sirius! Use of a muggle air bed, blanket forts, and chocolate! Even better if it's a beach vacation! Thank you!

SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG LOVE IT GOT LOST IN MY DRAFTS</3 I hope it's what you wanted, I tried to make it cheesy cute <3 Word count: 992 ♡ Hope you enjoy it! Have a good day/night lovely's ♡

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It was currently 2:43 am on a Saturday. You're currently sitting on the bed and pillows provided by none other than one of your best friends' James Potter, who was leaning against the wall crumbling the corner of a Queen poster in the process, another of your best friends, Sirius lay on his side leaning up slightly on his outstretched elbow at you.

Across the room sat Peter, face smooshed into the side of the bean bag in which he was currently slouched against, fast asleep unaware of the outside world. James leaned up against the bed you and Sirius were currently occupying, an arm thrown up as a makeshift pillow as he sat sound asleep on his obnoxious gryffindor red rug. Remus who sat at James' desk sat back in the chair, his book lying flat on his chest, no doubt losing his bookmark, his head leaned back, his sleeping face looking up at the ceiling.

Whispers back and forth keeping you and Sirius awake. First, it was him reeling you back to reality taking you away from the soft grasps of sleep as he told you about his latest quidditch practice and how 'James was a complete cheater'. Then, it was you stealing his precious hours of sleep as you remembered what Jessica Snips had told you on the train as you'd all left for the summer break.

Originally you were going to spend your last summer vacation before you all graduated at Marlene Mckinnon's beach house with your other friends, Lily Evans and Mary Macdonald but then James asked if you'd wanted to stay with him and the boys at his house. As much as you loved the girls, you'd seen them almost every day in your shared dorm rooms while you have few and far between classes with the boys especially when their altogether.

James was like your brother in almost every sense of the word. You, James, and Marlene were all childhood best friends, growing up next to each other. James' house was in the middle, Marlene's to the left and yours to the right. All of you got sorted into Gryffindor together.

You'd become an animagus with them for Remus. You'd been there at James' when Sirius had turned up after running away. You were the one Peter went to when he had a crush on Sandy Millers the face of Hufflepuff. You were there when Lily had slapped Snivillus Severus after what he'd called her. You were the go-between when Marlene and Sirius were in their on-off stage. And you were there when Lily finally said yes to James. And you were there when Sirius was drunk of his face blabbing to James about a mystery girl who he believed was the love of his life...

It hurt. Which is completely ridiculous, he's your best friend. He's allowed to have feelings for someone other than you. Perhaps it was wishful thinking that he'd be yours and yours alone. Yet right now, in the middle of the night, it was just you and him.

He began talking about another prank they had planned on the train. As much as it was interesting, you found yourself unable to focus on his words.

Instead, you'd become infatuated by how beautiful he looked in the moonlit light. How he would wave his hands around every now and then when getting to parts he was particularly emotional about. How his grey eyes seemingly sparkled in the light. Of course, you knew how utterly gorgeous he is but you'd never been so close to him. You could see his pretty lashes and the light blush that always sat on his cheeks. How his lips were the perfect blend between light pink and medium pink.

You hasn't realized he'd stopped talking until he tilted his head at you.

"You weren't listening to a word I said, were you?" He held a soft smile.

"...Not really, I'm sorry wha-"

He leaned in, his lips touched yours. You nearly exploded. Sirius Black was kissing you. Holy shit.

He pulled away, and you could barely think straight. His lips were soft and sweet. Your brain finally caught up to your heart.

"Why'd you do that?"

He suddenly looked concerned, worried.

"Did you not want me to?"

"That's beside the point, what about her?"

"Her?"

"The girl you were telling James about, the love of your life!" Your voice rose to a whisper-yell.

He leaned away, you'd grown used to his warmth.

"Well, I'd hope she'd be happy too seeing as I just kissed her eh?"

He turned looking back at you. You'd never seen him so quiet, nervous, vulnerable.

He was talking about you that day. He felt the same. Before your brain had time to overload you reached out for his hand.

"I'd say she is" You wore a wide smile. He turned, eyes wide.

"Really?"

"Why don't you find out," You said as you leaned in for another kiss.

His lips were just as soft and sweet as before however, the kiss was longer, you swore you could almost feel his emotions. He slowly pushed you down, and your head hit the pillows. He kissed you as he shifted his weight on top of you slightly.

You both broke away from the kiss. He leaned down to kiss your neck.

"If your gonna shag can you not do it in front of my eyes AND in my bed! I mean I'm glad you got over the whole not telling each other phase but are you serious!"

"That is my name, yes"

A pillow hit both of your faces. Ow.

"Would you all, just the fuck up. It's like 5am"

Thank you Remus Lupin. James let out a humpf before passing out again. Sirius turned back around to face you. Holding eye contact with each other, you both burst out in giggles both trying to shush the other.

He was yours, and you were his.

#marauders era #marauders #marauders x reader #sirius black #sirius black x reader #james potter #remus lupin #peter pettigrew

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sexydreamgirl · 8 months

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Hello hera, hope you’re having a great day.

I’d appreciate your help in this situation I am going through right now:

Long story short, since last year; i have not been doing my best at uni. Due to that, i ended up deleting 4 courses and failing 1 course. And every new semester, we start to adjust our classes schedules before the new semester starts. And if you are a student’s that have been following the plan perfectly (which i haven’t been doing, obviously).

but for the entirety of summer break i have been desiring to feel relieved from this burden i have been carrying, uni courses i have not taken and how bad it is affecting my schedule that I literally have to go through trials and tribulations to adjust my schedules every semester. So I desire to revise it into actually, i did take all of these five courses and passed all of them with straight A’s. But, right now it is the week where we adjust our schedules and it is stressing me out greatly. And i find it difficult to maintain my state and my reactions to the 3D when I am faced with the same courses I am revising like they’re staring at me every time I log in and they’re haunting me for my past mistakes. And i obviously can’t ignore any of that and it is mandatory to adjust my schedule accordingly.

Basically, how am I supposed to reach the feeling of the wish fulfilled and maintain it (having already taken the courses) While thinking and feeling uneasy about the exact same courses and stressing out about how i have to add them to my schedule before the adjustment week is over.

Thank you!

Allow me to expand further on what thinking of vs. thinking from and you cannot serve two masters means.

You give life to your world by what you accept or don't accept to be true (and persist in). You either think of it or you think from it. You either are it or you are not, but you cannot serve two masters. You cannot believe that you are loved while still believing that you are not loved. In order for you to transcend what you currently do not want to be, you must give it up and yield to what you do want to be. You may waver and fluctuate (states) between who you are now and who you would like to be, but the one you nail yourself to and persist in is what you will be conscious of.

I understand the 3D can get overwhelming and nobody is (or should) tell you to disregard it and not react, but you cannot let yourself be confined by it. That means do not let it have the last word and remember that it CAN, MUST and WILL change because of YOUR (inner) change. You can be upset, cry, scream, rant, yell, whatever... but if you continue to persist in your desired state until it becomes your dominant state, you will succeed. So back to your question:

How am I supposed to reach the feeling of the wish fulfilled and maintain it while thinking and feeling uneasy [...]?

By allowing yourself to yield to the feeling of your predicament having been resolved. Sit and ask yourself what would the end look like? How would I feel if I no longer had this worry on my shoulders? Once you have your answer, drench yourself completely in the feeling and really let yourself bask in that acceptance. I'm not saying a radical change of attitude will come easy on the first attempt, especially if faced with pressing matters, but the more you revisit and remain faithful to the wish fulfilled by nailing yourself (becoming one with) to it, the easier it will be for you to persist in it, the more natural it will become and the less shaken you will be by the outer world.

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marengogo · 2 months

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Silver Lining - What If #7 : Solstice & Equinox

Listening to This is V - As Friday is Tae Day

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

🐺 — 🐺 — 🐺—

Hello my Dearest Gurls, Bois and Enbies.

It’s been a while since I made an actual post right? Oh and, for the time being, forget about that chapter 2 post, every time I resume writing it, I think about the present state of this fandom and I get so VEXED that I close the file soon after … so yeah, there’s that So, here I am, wanting to share something I thought of yesterday, something completely delulu but quite fun at the same time.

AS ALWAYS, before we get off on DeluluLand, here is a message from our conductor *clears voice*: “Good morning, good afternoon or good evening, I trust I’m finding everyone well and ready to embark into this new trip. As today’s destination is particularly delulu and rather wishful-thinking-esque, I highly suggest bringing the toughest, biggest and shiniest tin hat in your possession, as well as your best clown clothes, with you when you disembark. Now, alas, the temperature is undesirable cold, the skies are pretty foggy and the waters are pretty rough, nonetheless, I do hope you still enjoy the journey, godspeed, this was your captain”.

And now that we are all readily equipped let me welcome you without further ado to:

Jikook Travel Vlog Theory by Marengo!

This isn’t a discussion about what I think the vlog will contain, but more of when I think it/they might be released, or rather, if I were jikook, which I’m obviously not, hence this being a delulu post, I would do it in the way I am about to explain. BUT FIRST, let’s see what knowledge we currently have available:

CONNECTICUT, JEJU, BUSAN, SAPPORO

Now, we know for a fact that they went to Connecticut and Sapporo to film this vlog, as eventually mentioned by JK on Suchwita. In Connecticut no thanks to an asshole we saw them with GoPros and also on their way to, and from, Sapporo, as always “courtesy” of airport warriors. So we have no doubt about those.

Jeju was a rumor that some k-jikookers had began some time last year, which was shutdown as quickly as it came out, but which, none other than our dear Tae confirmed a few months later when he made his Chuseok post on IG. BUT the question is; is the Jeju trip part of the Jikook Travel Vlog?

Last but not least is Busan. Admittedly, Busan is a super filler, guessed and projected destination as we don’t have any sightings of the both of them together last year. In fact, we only have confirmed sighting of JK with his 97 friends, thanks to a local restaurant. YET, yours truly Marengo feels that there might be something worth looking in there🕵🏾‍♀️. Considering that they are both from Busan, city that they don’t seem to despise, it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to think that they would want to add it to their travel vlog … but would nobody notice them walking around the big city of Busan? I highly doubt it. Yet more shocking things have been known to happen, so who knows right?

But Marengo - you might be wondering - what’s with the title of your post then?! … WELL

You might remember the terms Solstice & Equinox from a very distant Science/Geography lesson in your memory, their definitions are not very complex, but do not worry, it is not in my interest to shove my geeky ass upon you today. What you need to know is that we basically use this particular “occurances” to practically determine the beginning of each season. We have 2 Solstice (Winter and Summer) and 2 Equinox (Spring & Autumn), which usually occur, give or take one day around the same time of the year as follows:

WINTER SOLSTICE - DECEMBER 20/21

SPRING EQUINOX - MARCH 21

SUMMER SOLSTICE - JUNE 20/21

AUTUMN EQUINOX - SEPTEMBER 23

… So, if we follow my VERY DELUSIONAL REASONING we would have 4 DATES (or time periods) and potentially 4 DESTINATIONS.

This year's Spring Equinox has been “taken over” by VHOPE so I don’t think that we would get anything, and even though Jin will be back with us on this year’s Summer Solstice, I doubt he would be promoting right off the bat (like ... I would think he would need time to adjust a bit … BUT WITH BANGTAN WHO KNOWS RIGHT???) … Which is why, in my head, the first VLOG would come out around this year’s Summer Solstice and proceed gradually as follows:

SUMMER SOLSTICE - JUNE 20/21 2024: CONNECTICUT VLOG

This was clearly a summer themed vlog, they were on a yacht, we saw their naked backs, thanks to Jimin, basically it screamed SUMMER

AUTUMN EQUINOX - SEPTEMBER 23 2024: JEJU VLOG ??

This was part of Tae’s Chuseok post, which as we know is a fall korean celebration so yeah, basically it screamed AUTUMN

WINTER SOLSTICE - DECEMBER 20/21 2024: SAPPORO VLOG

For those who don’t know Sapporo is known for it’s snow before the beer 🤡. It holds an annual winter festival which unfortunately the boys were too early for but …, so basically is screamed WINTER

SPRING EQUINOX - MARCH 21 2025: BUSAN VLOG ????

I got nothing for you y’all 😬😬😬, I’ve never been to Busan and once again other than being their birthplace, I couldn’t tell you if there’s anything related to Spring in Busan, but who knows, it might be a … beautiful place to visit in SPRING???

As you can see, the Solstices are rather certain, but the Equinox are hella shaky. YET if you think about it, what would be happening SUMMER SOLSTICE 2025?

ALL THE TANNIES WOULD BE BACK HOME.

… And there you have it.

Now obviously this is all baseless theories, as we have been left to go off on nothing 🤡 and for all we knows they could drop it ALL TOMORROW 🤡 or even make it a weekly thing in May 2025 before they get back to us 🤡.WHO KNOWS RIGHT? THE POSSIBILITIES STILL REMAIN ENDLESS I’m afraid,

If you ask me however, If they did anything other than what I just rambled on, they’d miss out on making this a very instructive and seasonal thing 🙄😒 … BUT, again, THAT’S JUST ME.

Anyways, time to leave DeluluLand y’all, before the wrong people, or worse it’s inhabitants, find us!

Always respectfully yours 💜🫰🏾

Marengo.

#Marengo’s Silver World #Jikook Travel Vlog #Jikook #The Four Seasons

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nagito-kissmaeda · 1 year

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Premonitions of Love - Komaeda x Reader

ミ☆ HAPPY VALENTINES DAY Summary: You bite your lower lip, peering up at him, “I’m tired of waiting, Komaeda.” You give him a shaky little smile, “What if I don’t find anyone, what if I die in here before I get the chance.” He swallows, and you can hear that his voice is shaking when he says, “then maybe I could-” Contains: AFAB Reader, No pronouns used, Explicit Sexual Content, Ultimate Matchmaker!Reader Word Count: 3809

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The tiles in the kitchen are cold, but the air is warm. It took a few weeks for you to get used to the endless summer heat of the island, but it at least made your frequent nightly trips more comfortable. Some evenings you go sit out by the ocean long after Monokuma’s nighttime announcement. On nights like tonight, you instead head to the dining hall and make yourself a drink. Your bare feet pad quietly as you cross the room and bend down to pull the teapot out from the lower cupboard, it is old, the sort that needs heating up on the stove and whistles when it’s done. Sitting in the lonely kitchen is better than stewing in your cabin anyway, so you don’t mind that it takes longer to boil the water.

The small window above the sink is half open, letting an occasional cool breeze into the kitchen. Despite everything, you really like breathing in the ocean air. It dances through the short strands of hair that you haven’t been able to pull up into a bun as you hold down the gas knob on the stove and click the igniter. The burner lights up with a satisfying whoosh, and you set the teapot down on top of it. Getting to sleep has always been hard for you, overthinking and planning often keep you up until the AM and given the stresses of your current situation, you are awake at night more than ever. There is something nice about being able to go out and not need to worry about seeing anyone, you don’t dislike any of your cohort but you are introspective and often need time to yourself. Ironic considering your talent.

The water in the teapot is only just starting to simmer, so you take some time to pull a mug and a box of tea leaves down from the cupboard. You drop one sugar cube into the mug, and then quickly add two more when you remember no one was watching. There had been a strainer in the cupboard last time you made a late-night tea, but someone has moved it. You don’t feel like filtering tea leaves through your teeth, so you kneel down to rifle through some of the lower cupboards hoping to find it.

Times like these are always when the uselessness of your talent bothers you. Sure, Souda wouldn’t have any more luck digging through a cupboard than you, but it always makes you wonder. Wouldn’t a simple talent suit you better? Something helpful but altogether inconsequential? Like a talent that helps you find lost objects or something that makes you smarter. Anything but matchmaking. Sure, back in middle school other kids would pay you to tell them which locker to leave a love letter in, or which desk to place chocolates on. You’d even managed to convince teachers to give you higher grades with your infallible romantic advice. But now? In a killing game? You are useless, worse than garbage.

You are elbow deep in one of the cupboards when you hear the sound of a foot hitting the wooden floor of the dining hall. You freeze. Not sure if the best course of action is to climb out of the window or just stay put and hope they don’t notice you. The rapid beat of your heart is making it hard to think, no one would actually kill you, right? There hasn’t been a new motive, and you are quiet, you mostly keep to yourself. Your lungs burn as you hold your breath, and your knees start to ache from the awkward crouch you are stuck in.

“Hello? Is someone in there?” you hear a voice say, and then breathe a sigh of relief when Komaeda rounds the doorframe. He is more likely to ask you to kill him than he is to try anything himself.

“Oh!” He starts, “My apologies. Have I interrupted something?”

You scramble to your feet and tug your shorts back down. They had ridden up something terrible while you were crouched on the floor. Komaeda is still standing on the other side of the room with one hand on the doorframe, he has also been trying to sleep if his messy hair and sweatpants are any indication.

“No no! I was just...uh-” you cross your arms over your chest, suddenly aware of how revealing your pyjamas are, “-I couldn't sleep.”

“Ahh.” The tension in his shoulders melts and he takes a few steps towards you. He isn’t wearing shoes either. “I was also having trouble getting to sleep. I came by for a snack.”

You nod loosely, trying to swallow your shyness, “Do you...want a drink?” You ask, gesturing to the teapot on the stove.

Komaeda chuckles, “No, I already have what I need, thank you.” He tosses an apple up in the air and catches it, he must have grabbed it from the fruit bowl in the dining hall, “I was planning to go straight back to my cabin, but I heard sounds in here and thought someone might have been planning a murder! I was going to offer my assistance!”

“Oh uh…” you clear your throat, “sorry to disappoint.”

Admittedly, you have been working out appropriate matches for all of the classmates you are left on the island with, mostly to keep yourself busy. Komaeda is a hard one. For a while, you thought Sonia, her oblivious nature and penchant for the occult would have worked decently before you realised she was perfect for Tanaka. Nanami’s quiet disposition and the way she always put her friends first would have suited just fine. Togami’s leadership skills and desire to protect everyone would have been perfect if he was still alive. And Hinata, well. He was the one who was putting in the effort.

It is true that he wasn’t difficult to place due to a lack of options. The real reason was a lot less diplomatic, It is because you want him for yourself. You know it’s selfish, barbaric even. Yet still, you leave him alone and don’t meddle. Because part of you hopes that...well...

“Oh no! Please don't misunderstand, I am still very happy to be in the presence of an ultimate!”

You lean backwards with your elbows up on the bench, “Even one as useless as me?” You say, laughing to yourself.

Komaeda blinks at you, curious, “Why would you say something like that about yourself?” You give him a coy smile, “Why would you?” “Ah.” He chuckles behind a hand, “My luck is paltry compared to a talent like yours, that’s why.” “The usefulness of a talent is circumstantial.” You say with a shrug, “Luck is going to be far more helpful in a situation like this than matchmaking is.”

The teapot starts whistling, and you can't help but wonder if Komaeda’s luck is the cause. You are sure that he wanted out of that awkward conversation as much as you did. Stepping past him, you head over to the stove and turn off the burner, Komaeda is lingering behind you. A little too close. As you pour the tea into your cup, you can feel your hands shaking, all you can think about is him looming over you. He is a good head and a half taller than you were, all he would need to do is spin you around and he’d have you pinned right on the-

“Three sugar cubes?” He asks, and you feel yourself turning pink.

“Uh, yeah.” You say, taking the teapot over to the bin and shaking out the leftover leaves, “I like my tea sweet.”

He laughs politely, and your breath catches in your throat. He has his hip resting against the bench, a sliver of pale skin visible where his shirt is riding up. You can tell he is tired, his eyes are sleepy and half-lidded when they meet your gaze. You want to bury your hands in his hair, you grip your mug tight to stop yourself from trying.

Komaeda tilts his head to the side, “Are you okay? You’re looking at me strangely.”

“Huh!?” You squeak, “No! I wasn’t looking at you!”

“How shameful of me…” he mutters, crossing his arms and casting his eyes down to the floor, “implying that you would even look at trash like me.”

You bristle a little at that, heading over to the bench across from where he is standing. You place your tea down and hoist yourself up to sit on the bench, making yourself tall enough to meet his eyes without craning your head upwards, “You aren’t trash, Komaeda-san and I’m grateful for your company.”

It is weird being up high enough to see his face properly. His eyes are outlined with dark circles and spidery lashes brush his cheeks every time he blinks, his lips are a lot pinker than they looked from lower down. The gentle breeze in from the open window is dancing through his hair and the light of the moon makes it look almost shimmery. You take a sip of your tea to calm yourself.

“Thank you for trying to make me feel better, but it genuinely doesn't matter.” He says with a tired smile.

You swing your legs back and forth as you watch him. Komaeda smiles a lot, but it rarely reaches his eyes, a tight pull of his cheeks that is rendered entirely ungenuine with even the most minor of examinations. You want to see him smile properly, for his eyes to pinch in the corners and his nose to wrinkle. His cheeks would be pretty if they were flushed pink. You wish you could do that to him. “It matters to me.” You say, taking another sip of your tea, “I like seeing people happy.”

He smiles another fake smile, “Ah, that shouldn’t come as a surprise given your talent.” One of his hands stretches out toward you in a grasping claw until he thinks better of it, letting his hand drop back to his side, “What is matchmaking but helping others find ultimate happiness?” You scoff, “Love is hardly the ultimate happiness. Many people find that without a significant other.” you lower your mug to rest on your bare thighs, it’s warm, “My talent doesn’t guarantee a perfect relationship either, those take work, I’m only a little better than a quiz in a magazine.” Komaeda frowns then, his brow furrows and it’s incredibly cute, “I find that difficult to believe, someone as amazing as you debasing yourself in front of a pathetic worm like me…I don’t understand it.”

You give him a shaky half smile and set your tea down beside you on the bench, “You’re not pathetic, and I’m not amazing. Can’t we just be equals, for a little while?”

“Why?” He asks, and you can hear the airy breathlessness in his voice.

“I want to know you better.” You reply nervously, quickly clearing your throat and recovering with, “You know, because I can’t make matches if I don’t know people very well.” Komaeda bursts into a bought of laughter that have you taken aback. He is far less intimidating in his pyjamas, but any reminder of that deadly first trial has your hair on end.

Even if you still blush when he looks in your direction.

“You would waste your talent on someone like me?” Another one of those smiles slashes his cheeks in half, “Who would ever accept me as their partner?” You would.

“I’m just being thorough.” You reply, “There aren’t many people on the island so I need to cover all my bases.”

“By all means, then.” He says, his smile turning syrupy, “Use me however you desire” You swallow, averting your eyes and pressing your thighs together. He must know the effect he has on you. Komaeda is many things, but he surely isn't unobservant.

“What about yourself?” He asks, tilting his head to the side. You blink, “Sorry?” “Do you include yourself in the viable options?” He clarifies, “I can’t imagine you would include me but not yourself, and yet I haven’t noticed you involving yourself with the others all that much.”

“Ah.” You say, withering a little as you set your mug down on the bench next to you, “I don’t have a perfect match, or at least my talent doesn’t help me to find one.” His brow furrows, “Does that bother you?” You can feel tears beading in your eyes, but force a smile anyway, “I thought it didn’t, but it’s harder to stomach the older I get.” You shrug one shoulder, “I’ve consulted constellations, the positions of the sun and the moon. Hell, I even tried tarot at one point and nothing. No red string of fate, just loneliness for the rest of my life.”

You cast your eyes down at Komaeda’s feet, too ashamed to meet his gaze, “I know it’s stupid, that plenty of people live happy and full lives without falling in love but it just feels...it feels so cruel that I’ve been put on this planet to find love for other people but I can never find it myself.”

Komaeda scoffs aloud, and you look up at him in surprise. He’s never made such a dismissive sound around you before, “Someone as amazing as you…is going to be alone forever?” He laughs, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, “I find that incredibly difficult to believe. With a talent as wonderful, as hopeful as yours. It’s nearly, no it is impossible to imagine that there is no potential for love in your life.” “But I-” He laughs again, louder this time, eyes growing wider, “Your talent makes others happy, everyone is happy just by being around you. The way you so perfectly knot lives together may be reserved for other people, but surely you can see that you are amazing enough not to need the help.” He makes a sound, half a sigh, half a moan, “You should have people falling at your feet.”

At some point during his tirade, he had come closer to you. He is almost standing between your open legs. Your hands are gripping the edge of the bench tight so he won’t notice the shaking.

You bite your lower lip, peering up at him, “I’m tired of waiting, Komaeda.” You give him a shaky little smile, “What if I don’t find anyone, what if I die in here before I get the chance.” He stares at you appraisingly for a moment, the moonlight catching in his hair as his pale eyes dart around your face. He wets his lips, and begins speaking in a low, serious voice, “I know that I'm just a piece of trash, not even worthy to kiss the ground you walk on. But if you want someone so desperately…” He swallows, and you can hear that his voice is shaking when he says, “then maybe I could-”

“Yes.” You breathe. Your heart is racing like it is trying to burst forth from your chest. Yes, a million times yes.

Komaeda blinks a few times, like he is stunned, “what- you...you actually?”

“Komaeda.” You lick your lips, and he definitely notices, “please”

His throat bobs as he steps towards you, nestling in between your open thighs. You can feel his breath on your face, he slowly brings up a hand to cup your cheek and you can see that he is shaking. He takes one step towards you and crashes his lips into yours. One hand gripping tightly at your waist and the other tugging at your hair. His lips are soft, and he smells like cheap camomile soap, you want more.

Komaeda grunts when you instinctively wrap one of your legs around his narrow waist, desperate to tug him ever closer. His boney fingers slide up and over the length of your ribcage, between frantic messy kisses, you can hear him whimpering and moaning against your lips. You gasp aloud when he pulls your hair tight, he laughs breathlessly and whispers, “Do you like when I do that?” close enough that his lips touch yours as he speaks.

“Y-Yes…” you reply, one of your own hands sliding up the ridges of his spine and into his hair, you grab a handful at the nap of his neck and yank, “Do you like it?” He pulls far enough away from you that you can meet his eyes, wide and desperate, darting around every inch of your face like he is trying to commit you to memory, “I like it very much.” he says lowly, and you can feel the sound of it vibrating through your chest, “But what I like is of little significance.”

He sinks down to his knees and tugs you forward by your thighs, “I want to know what you like.”

You can feel your heart racing through your whole body, heaving a shaky breath and leaning back on your elbows. Komaeda’s hands are cold when they reach up and grab the waistband of your shorts, tugging them and your panties down. Your shorts fall straight to the floor, but your panties get caught dangling around your ankle, and Komaeda seems content to leave them there.

“Relax.” He breathes, cold hands holding your legs apart as he leans in and presses an open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh, “Let me worship you.”

Fuck. You couldn’t say no to that even if you wanted to.

Komaeda takes his time. You aren’t sure whether you appreciate that or just want him to get on with it. He plants small kisses the whole way up the inside of your thigh, from knee all the way to pelvis, and for one excruciating moment, you feel his breath ghost over your sex before he moves to the other leg and repeats the process.

“Damn it.” You hiss under your breath, quivering for any sort of stimulation.

Komaeda pauses his ministrations for a moment, giggling under his breath, “There’s no need to rush, we have all night.” You choke, the thought of him worshipping you all night sends a bolt of arousal down between your thighs and you hide your face with a forearm so he doesn't realise you are turning red.

He sucks a large bruise onto your inner thigh, kissing it gently to soothe the ache, and then pulling back to admire his handiwork. He moans, just from the sight of it, and immediately dives back in to do it again. You can’t help but imagine yourself lounging at the beach in a swimsuit, and somebody noticing the constellation of bruises covering your inner thighs. Knowing who it was that did it to you.

Then you yelp, snapping back to attention at the sight of Komaeda’s eyes peering up at you from between your thighs. He gives your clit another lick, and you instinctively grab his unruly hair for leverage. He smirks at you and goes back to kissing your thigh. “Komaeda please!” You cry out, unable to stop your hips bucking towards him, desperate for attention.

He leans his head against your thigh, his smile saccharine and syrupy. For someone who acts so subservient and weak, he sure is exuding confidence right now, “Hm? Did you need something?”

You bark a laugh, “Yes! Obviously!” He closes his eyes, and another moan rolls through him. When his eyes open again, they are half-lidded and nearly sinister, “Does this help?” He whispers, one of his long fingers gently running up the full length of your sex and completing one tight circle over your clit.

“God, fuck, yes! More!” You cry out, head lolling backwards.

You feel his lips press against your thigh, and Komaedas finger continues gently stroking you, just enough that you are able to feel it, but still not enough. Enough to leave you shivery and desperate for more. Every gentle touch up over your clit has your hips bucking towards him, your whole body shaking.

Your breath hitches when you feel his finger finally slip in between your folds, finally finally touching you directly.

Komaeda whimpers, “You’re so wet…”

You let out a keening moan when his digit presses against your entrance, teasing you with the addictive taste of true penetration, “P-Please…”

His finger slips inside, only to the second knuckle, but it’s enough to have your toes curling. Komaeda stares down at where his finger is now pressed inside you, blinking slowly in utter awe. Then his finger curls upward, and you howl. Both hands were now buried in his hair, hips grinding up into his hand.

“Beautiful…” he whispers, “You’re beautiful.”

You barely even hear him over the sounds of your own moans when he strokes your insides again.

“I can’t believe you are letting me do this to you.” He breathes, and you can feel his warm breath against your wetness when he whispers, “How very lucky.”

Then his mouth is on you.

You lose yourself completely, in the warmth, the wetness. He’s still teasing of course, only offering tantalising little licks when you really want him to suck, but you are already so desperate, so wanton, that even the little he is willing to give you has pathetic mewls jumping out from your throat. Then you feel the stretch of a second finger entering beside the first, and he slowly begins pumping them in and out of your sex, being sure to curl them upwards with every thrust.

The tightness in your core is growing unbearable. A fluctuating, unending warmth that just feels good, but it isn't enough, it feels like it will never be enough. That Komaeda will have you drooling, grinding and whimpering over his touches until the end of time.

“P…Please…Komaeda…Please…” you stammer, barely even able to speak as the pleasure roils under your fragile skin.

He moans against you, and you can feel it vibrate up through your body.

“I want…I want to cum…please” He laughs again, breathless and completely wild, “I can do that for you.” The feeling of his lips finally wrapping around your clit has you completely lost to the earth. Glass shatters behind your eyes, your heart rebounds wildly inside your ribcage, and you moan so hard that it hurts. Your talent goes crazy, you can see the stars colliding, personality matrixes with a perfect score, birth charts, star signs and a red string tied so tightly to your finger that it cuts off circulation.

His fingers curl inside you again, and he whines and whimpers and moans as he eats you out like a man starved, your fingers bury tightly in his hair, pulling so hard that his fragile locks break off in chunks.

And it’s Komaeda. Komaeda. Komaeda. Komaeda. Somehow it has always been Komaeda.

He sucks hard, heaving a wheezing breath-

And you shatter.

#komaeda x reader #nagito x reader #komaeda nagito x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #danganronpa x reader

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teyvathandymenclub · 1 year

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Hello can I make a tighnari request tighnari x pregnant reader where the reader goes into Labour and tighnari has to deliver his own child and collie has to stop him from fainting the whole time

(Ps can the baby be a fox I adore baby foxes)

Thank you for your request. I am really sorry that it took so long, I was not active here for a while. And - Also sorry that I have made it longer than it needs to be. It´s written a little bit as a joke, especially in the last part, so keep that in mind. Hope you enjoy it.

Oh no, it´s comming!

“What a beautiful night.” Tighnari says leaning out of the window. “Look! The sky was not this clear since… Forever.”

“We should make the most out of these last summer nights.” You say as you come to him. “Soon it will get much colder.”

“And...” He makes a long pause to wait for you to complete his sentence.

“And?” You frown.

“The baby will come!” Tighnari suddenly jumps to you and quickly gets on his knees to hug your belly.

“Don´t do this! You scared me.” You laugh. “Don't you know that it's dangerous to stress this pregnant lady?” You say as a joke while putting both hands on your hips for additional dramatic effect.

“No, pregnant lady. I didn't know that.” Tighnari laughs and kisses you. “What would you say about a little walk?”

“Now?” You frown.

“Yes, dear. Why not? We can enjoy this nice evening and count the stars as we used to.”

“Like on our first date.” Your face brightens up, you love that he remembers every small detail about your relationship. Sometimes even better than you.

“Exactly.” He smiles at you and his ears make a happy wiggle.

“I would love to, but I don't think that we should go far, especially in this state.”

Tighnari laughs when you point your index fingers at your belly.

“Don't laugh. I'm due in three weeks so it can happen anytime now.”

“I know.” Tighnari takes both hands in his and places gentle kisses on them. “But we are ready. We did everything that we were supposed to. Took the courses and read all the books. I am here for you and I will be by your side the whole time. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Yeah… Except for the whole childbirth thing.”

“I am so sorry. If there would be a way to help you to ease the whole process…”

“I know, I know.” You smile.

“I have always told you that you are the stronger one, Mrs. Forest Watcher.”

“No, no. I am Mrs. Forest Ranger. Like power ranger, but forest edition.”

“What is a power ranger?”

“Oh, nothing.” You laugh as you grab a water bottle and head out on your night walk.

“It's getting cold, we should come back. I don't want you to get sick.”

“You're right. I will just… Do you hear that?”

“Tighnari! Tighnari!” A familiar voice echoes in the forest under the small hill where you currently are.

Tighnari´s ears stretch and try to locate the source of the noise, and after a short moment, he sights “Collei.”

And then you finally see her running towards you.

“Master! Master Tighnari!!!” Collei screams, almost choking on her words, trying to talk.

“What is it now?” Tighnari frowns with his arms crossed at his chest.

“Let her catch a breath.”

“Yes, thank you. That hill almost killed me.” Collei nervously smiled.

“So… Collei. Tell me what is that important, that you had to wake up the whole forest with your…”

“Tighnari.” You frown at him.

“I am sorry Collei. Now, tell me what happened.”

“Master Tighnari, someone has set up a bonfire in the middle of the forest… And it burns.”

“Well… That usually happens with fire.” He scratches his head. “Even though it is a forbidden act in our forest to leave an open fire, anyone can deal with it pretty quickly. So why…”

“It already burned a few acres!”

“Oh. Wait, what? So the forest is burning?!”

“Yes!”

“It shouldn't be a big fire. I haven't seen or smelled any smoke.”

“It's on the other side of the forest, but it's spreading really quickly! It doesn't look good, and many people and their homes are in danger.”

“The forecast for tonight is not good, we will get a strong wind that will help the fire spread even more.” Tighnari´s ears fall flat. “Not good, not good. We need to act quickly.”

“Part of our team is already on the spot and others are currently meeting in…” Collei looks at you with a strange expression, but after a short moment she continues. “I can lead you to…” She looks at you again.

“Collei! Come on, we don't have time.”

“Yes Master Tighnari, you are right. We don't have time.” She says and points at you.

He looks at you and when he sees that the lower half of your dress is completely drenched, he freezes. “Oh. Oh no! It's coming!”

“Who is coming?!” Collei asks nervously while looking around hoping to see the intruder.

Tighnari just stands there without any movement, shocked, staring at you. “Not now.”

“I am sorry, it's not up to me.” You throw your hands in the air.

Tighnari´s tale nervously jumps from one side to another as he tries to think.

“If I may suggest, there is a small Watchers cabin on the way.”

“Yes, yes. Of course, you are right. Please, tell everyone that I cannot come. Contact every watcher's unit that you possibly can so we can stop this catastrophe. I will… I don´t know. We will figure something out, but if you meet someone from our medical team, send them to the cabin. We will be there…”

“Yes, master!” She says and runs away.

“Now…” He sights. “Let me take you there. At least you will not be cold. And then… I don´t know. Everything is happening at once.”

“Tighnari, calm down. It just started. Contractions are irregular and far apart, so we have enough time until someone will come to help us.”

“Master!”

“Collei! Finally! It's been hours! How does it look? What is happening?”

“Master! Everything is fine!” She jumps happily.

“What do you mean?” He stares at her.

“False alarm, master! There was a fire, but all the information we had came from some hysteric granny that lives to spread rumors, so you can imagine…”

“So there was no fire?”

“No. Well, yes. But when the second part of our team came, they had already finished extinguishing…”

“Oh god!” You scream as another contraction comes.

“Master, I think I will go now…”

“What?!”

“I am just joking!” She smiles nervously.

“Contractions are only two or three minutes apart.” Tighnari says.

“I think it's time to start pushing.” You look at him.

“Oh god. I don't feel good.” He hides his face in his hands.

“Tighnari… Ouch!” You shrug.

“I can't do this… Did you get help? Any help?”

“I am afraid that I forgot.”

“Collei…” He looks at Collei hopelessly.

“Master! Are you ok?”

“He already fainted. Twice.” You smile, trying to hide that you are scared, but unsuccessfully.

“We can do it, don't worry.” She looks at you. “I think… Yes, I can help. No, I WILL HELP!” Collei grabs Tighnari that already lays on the floor, half dead.

“Master! Do you hear me?”

“Mmmm… Yes. I need water.”

“No water for you! Your wife is ready to have your baby. Do you understand?”

“Oh no.” Tighnari whines.

“Oh yes. Time to wake up!”

Collei helps him to stand up. After a moment, he looks ready until he doesn't.

“Not again! You are one of the best forest watchers! You know everything about nature and you are scared of this?!”

“I… I don't think that I can do this.” Tighnari looks at her with a blank stare on his deadly pale face.

Collei comes to him and shakes him like a paper doll. “Get it together! The baby will come right now and right here! Whether you like it or not!”

“Oh my… Collei! Damn.” You smile at your friend's enthusiasm. “I would love to watch this drama, but I don't think we have any more time.”

“Okay, okay! One more push!” says Collei with a supportive smile.

“I love you, I love you, I love you. You are amazing.” Tighnari looks at you while holding your hand tightly, and out of nowhere, a huge relief comes through your body like a tsunami.

“He is here!” Collei screams louder than your crying newborn baby.

Tighnari squishes your hand even harder while his gaze jumps from you to your son and back.

“He is so beautiful.” You cry. “And has huge lungs like his auntie.” You smile through the tears at Collei.

“Me???” She looks at you and starts sobbing uncontrollably while wrapping the baby in blankets from the cabin

“Let me, I will do it.” Tighnari comes to her with a wide smile. After a moment he comes to you, puts a long kiss on your forehead, and shows you your baby with proudness radiating from his face.

You take your baby in your arms and the blanket slips a little, exposing the baby´s beautiful ears.

“This is our baby. Our son.” Tighnari cries.

“Our son.” You repeat after him. “With the cutest ears, I have ever seen. And yes, even cuter than yours.” You grin with your heart so full of love that it could burst.

#genhin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #tighnari #tighnari x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #THC fanfic family #THC fanfic one man show #impact

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kit-kat-katie · 3 months

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I love you, but you love him, and he loves me

A/N: Sometimes I forget that the things that I say have a tendency to age like milk... apologies for the lack of updates and fics. I've been drowning in schoolwork since the semester started and I haven't had much of a chance to work on an extended fic like Our Time. The current plan is to have this post up for February, put up a Johanna fic in April/May, and then finish up Our Time over the summer (hopefully). Anyways, here's some Clove fluff that's a week late for Valentine's Day! :D

oh, thanks for 100 followers! I am so happy that people enjoy my content without a regular schedule. thank you so so much again!

TW: underage drinking/smoking, brief mention of weed, small fighting scene, reader is put into uncomfortable romantic situation

Pairing: Clove x GN! Reader (Rivals to Lovers in 2x speed)

Summary: You love Clove. She likes Cato. Cato likes you. Your life is a comedic love triangle until your best friend's drunken disaster causes you to connect with Clove and discover something new about her.

“On your left.”

Catelyn gives you a quick warning before flipping you on the back and slamming you against the mat. You squirm against her grip for a moment before spotting a weakness in her legs.

An opening.

You grab her leg and pull her to the ground before taking her hands and pinning them to the ground.

“Don’t count me out yet.” You sneer as she scoffs.

“Fucker.” She mumbles as a buzzer goes off in the distance.

You immediately jump off of her and offer a hand up, which Catelyn begrudgingly takes.

“Trying to impress your girl?” She raises an eyebrow before you shove her aside.

Clove’s staring at the two of you, well, just you since Catelyn’s stepped off the mat to grab a drink of water. Her eyes immediately drift off to look elsewhere as you let out a sigh.

You wish she’d look at you longer, as much as she looked at Cato.

It’s funny, in an ironic way.

You love her.

She loves him.

And he’s paused his sparring to walk over to you.

Probably to ask you on a date or to go drinking or to go do something with romantic undertones that you don’t want to do.

So he loves you.

Catelyn had egged the two of you on before realizing that you wanted nothing more than for him to leave you alone. You didn’t want to refuse Cato’s invitations - he was the choice for a Hunger Games tribute in the near future, and that’d piss off more people than your trickiness could outmaneuver.

Perhaps running through a nearby window would be the best way to avoid him?

…And he’s right in front of you.

You glance behind him, only to see Clove's jaw tighten.

Fuck.

An invite.

“That's all he wanted?” Catelyn teases as you make your way to the place where Cato always invited you after sparring practice.

It wasn't like the two of you were going to be alone. It was a tradition for the top contenders for this year's Hunger Games to engage in a few… adult activities before the Reaping occurred. This way, the two tributes shipped off could get to enjoy a little bit of adulthood before heading to the Capital.

It wasn't anything too awful, just some cheap booze and a few blunts to pass around. Any people that passed you all by would simply look the other way - who'd want to risk being harassed by a group of teenagers?

You didn't usually partake beyond a few sips from some cheap bottle of booze - someone needed to carry Catelyn home, after all.

When the two of you slip behind a pair of buildings, a few boys around Cato's age wave you over.

“Let's get this over with.” You grumble, hoping to spend this evening without uncomfortably resting in Cato's arms.

You failed.

Horrendously.

When you arrived, Cato threw an arm around you and hasn't let you go since. You're tempted to drink more so you don't remember what he's said or done, but seeing your friend nearly face plant into a campfire has you rethinking that decision.

As if matters couldn't get any worse, Clove arrived just in time to see Cato place a kiss on your cheek. She huffs before glaring at the two of you from a fair distance away.

This time, you notice, her glare isn't directed at you.

She's glaring at him.

Catelyn's barely able to stumble forward as you throw an arm around your shoulder. She excitedly points at a lamppost and tries to point at it, but she ends up falling out of your grasp and onto the barren road.

“Catelyn, c’mon,” You try to coax your friend from the ground, but she shakes her head, “We've got to get home before sunrise.”

“Nu-uh!” She slurs, face-down in the pavement.

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose until you hear footsteps come from behind you.

“Need some help?”

In all of her brazen glory, your knight-in-shining-armor (a black leather jacket, a plain t-shirt, and blue jeans), Clove, offers to help.

“If you don't mind, I know you might be busy with someone else.” You quietly say as she shakes her head.

“I wanted to take a walk to clear my head, away from everyone else.” She grabs Catelyn from the ground, who whines like a petulant child, before you hoist one of Catelyn’s arms over your shoulder.

Clove does the same, and the three of you walk in silence until a biting question slips off her tongue.

“Do you like Cato?”

“Absolutely not.” The answer leaves your lips before you can refine the words with a bit more thought. “We're friends, sure, but I don't feel anything for him.”

Relief escapes her lips as she takes a deep breath out, then in. She smiles, as do you in return.

“Good, good. I was worried that you were into him.”

“Why?” You stop, which causes Clove to stop.

“I thought- I thought I liked him, but I saw him kissing you and… I didn't like how it made me feel.” She blushes at her honesty as you bite your lip.

“If you like him, Clove, you can have him. I certainly don't want him.”

She harshly laughs before turning to look at you.

“Don't you get it? All of those times that I saw you two together, I thought I was jealous of you. Today, after seeing him draped over you, I realized that I'm jealous of him.”

Her confession leaves you breathless as you pause to consider her words.

She… likes me.

“Clove, I…” It's your turn to get nervous as you try to meet Clove’s unwavering gaze. “I really, really like you too.”

Catelyn, in a moment of drunken clarity, lifts her head up to look at the both of you before loudly sighing.

“Just kiss already, you idiots!” She lets go of the both of you to (not-so) gracefully fall on the ground as your arm finds its way around her.

You lean in to kiss her, before pausing.

“Is this okay?” You mumble, centimeters away from her lips.

A mischievous smile slips onto her face as she answers by kissing you back.

You wouldn't have many nights like this again, but this night would always be special to you.

#fanfic #the hunger games #the hunger games fanfic #the hunger games fluff #the hunger games x reader #x reader #clove kentwell fluff #clove kentwell fanfic #clove kentwell x reader #clove kentwell

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just-wrting · 11 months

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The Babysitter (Part 2)

Title: The Babysitter Part 2

Summary: It's your first day with the Hotchner boys and you already know that if you're not careful, you'll be unable to leave.

Word Count: 2368

Master List Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

A/N: It's 3:30 am for me, but I promised I'd get this out. I've been exhausted lately for no good reason so it's gotten pushed back due to wanting to sleep. Here it is in all its glory though! Perhaps I will write something for my other current fixation.

It’s six in the morning and you’re knocking on Aaron’s door. It’s your first day getting to babysit the well behaved Jack. As nervous as you are, you’re also excited. It’ll be a nice change of pace from the Smiths’ kids who were sweet but still rambunctious.

“Good morning. I didn’t think you’d actually be here this early,” Aaron says as he opens the door.

You step into the home. Shoes line the wall as flakes of dirt hang off the soles. A muddy soccer ball rests in the corner surrounded by scuff marks. You can see that the carpet is clean from dirt and mud however.

“Why wouldn’t I be? I said six am.”

He takes your bag from you, filled with a laptop and various things kids need on excursions, and steps back to let you in. His arm brushes against yours as he shuts the door behind you, momentarily trapping you against it. You take a brief moment to study Aaron.

There’s bags under his eyes and you know he doesn’t get much sleep. His eyes are soft and deep and you know that if you look into them too long you could get lost. He’s taller than average and smartly dressed, clearly an important person. Overall he’s very handsome and take note of the fact that you’ll have to tread carefully around him.

“Is Jack still sleeping? Since it’s summer vacation I can let him sleep in I hope,” you ask as you follow Aaron.

“Yes. He has soccer practice at four this afternoon but besides that, he doesn’t have any other commitments.” He sets your bag on the couch. “His room is just down the hall, to the right. The bathroom is on the left. He’s free to go where he wants in the house, just not in my office.”

You nod and take mental notes of things you want to inspect. You may be the nosiest person to ever walk the earth, but at least you’ll save it for later. It’s mainly just pictures you’d like to look at.

“So I don’t remember you saying what you do for work, Aaron.”

He pauses in front of the couch and rubs his jaw. “I work in the Behavioral Analysis Unit at the FBI. If I’m not at the office, I’ll be out of state. If you ever need something, don’t hesitate to call.”

“Are you headed to work this early? Did you eat breakfast? And by breakfast I mean more than coffee.”

He glances at you before looking away, a telltale sign that he’s most likely only had coffee. You stifle a laugh by turning it into a cough. The cough doesn’t hide your grin however and Aaron raises an eyebrow.

“I’ll make you something. It’s best for me to scope out the kitchen anyway so by making you breakfast I can find out how to make Jack’s food perfect cause some kids are picky.”

Aaron hesitates. You can tell that he wants to go to the office early, it’s probably going to be a bad habit if you let him. There’s a struggle going on in his brain and you get to watch it happen. You’ve only known him for a little over twelve hours, but you’re already worried about him.

“I don’t mind cooking you food as well,” you reassure while giving his arm a gentle squeeze. “You need to be taken care of too. I won’t do Jack any good if you’re not healthy.”

He caves and makes his way to the kitchen. “If you insist, though, you don’t have to.”

“Aaron, the only thing I have to do in life is live it. Making you breakfast can be added to today's list of stuff to do.”

You open the fridge and pull out a carton of eggs. You watch as Aaron pulls a pan out of a cabinet, and try to make note of which one it is. The faster you memorize things, the easier it’ll be. In the case of having to rush, it’s best to know where the essentials are in the house.

“Did you eat breakfast? And by breakfast, more than coffee?” Aaron asks with a slight smile. “Because if you haven’t you can help yourself.”

You chuckle. “I’ll eat when I make Jack breakfast. I’m not in a rush to do anything today.”

Silence falls over the two of you, as Aaron sets up a lot of coffee and you start to cook. It’s nothing fancy, hard boiled eggs on toast, but you’re happy he’s going to eat. It would be nice to have Jack join, but you aren’t sure how often that’ll happen. After all, Aaron seems to be a workaholic.

“How often do you go out of state? Every week? Every other week? Should I try to pack you lunch?”

He shakes his head. “It varies by case and urgency. Sometimes it’s back to back. Other times I’m lucky to mainly be in the office. Not to mention some cases take longer than others.”

You pull open a couple of cabinets before finding the mugs. “Ah. You’ll have to keep me up to date then.”

“I promise I will. And just text if you need me.”

You give him a smile as he puts his dishes in the sink. He’s quick to grab a briefcase and a duffle bag. It’s like he feels like he has to go right at this minute. He’s fast paced. You can understand why, but you hope that you’ll be able to help him slow down a bit for Jack.

“I’ll text you when he gets up, Aaron. Drive safe.”

He flashes you a soft and tired smile before walking out the door. You stare at where he was sitting, trying to commit his mannerisms to memory. Jack adores his dad, so in an effort to be able to be there for Jack, you’d like to know why. Reading kids was easy, reading an adult man was going to be a little bit harder.

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After Jack has woken up, devoured breakfast, and changed, you aren’t sure what to do. He’s quiet and attentive but clearly likes sports. You opt to sit on the floor with him and a deck of cards.

“Hey Jack. You know how to play go fish right? Wanna play?” you ask, patting the ground next to you. “It’s a good time to ask me anything you want to know.”

“Can we get ice cream later?” Jack asks as he sits across from you. “Dad sometimes buys me ice cream after soccer.”

You deal out the cards. “Sure I don’t know why we couldn’t. Maybe after dinner instead of right after soccer so we don’t ruin our want for dinner.”

He gives a nod. “That sounds good. There’s a place right by the soccer field that has really good ice cream. I really like the chocolate one with sprinkles on top. That’s probably my favorite.”

“Well I really like raspberry swirl ice cream. There was this place that had the best that I’ve ever had. Does your dad help out with soccer?”

The two of you go back and forth. You mainly ask Jack questions, finding out things like his favorite color and best friend. He is content to ramble on about things he wants to do or stuff he’s done. He’s eager to share stories and you pay close attention. It’s adorable how his eyes light up when he talks about his dad.

“You really love your dad, huh Jack.”

“Of course I do! He’s like a superhero and he catches the bad guys to make sure the whole world is safe and he loves me very much.”

You try not to fawn over how cute his answer is. Despite his job requiring him to be away, his son loves him so much. You know that Jack’s positive attitude about his dad is going to be your downfall, but you ignore that feeling.

“I know you didn’t get to see your dad this morning so how about I text him and see if he can video call with us during lunch. That way you can see him.”

Jack nods enthusiastically. “That’s a good idea. I really wish I could see him every day like some of my friends talk about their dads.”

You reach over and ruffle his hair. “It’ll be okay. I’ll try to set up a time to video chat with him every day he’s gone. I promise okay.”

Jack looks at you skeptically. “Do you pinky promise?”

You hold out a pinky. He quickly latches his own with yours and gives it a firm shake. He looks determined, and you’re sure if you spent enough time around his father you’d see the same face.

“I pinky promise, Jack.”

That seems to be all he needs from you. He breaks into a toothy grin and wraps his arms around you. You gently pat his back as he holds you tight and you wonder how often he gets to be held like this.

“Can you promise me something Jack?” you ask and you hear him hum in your ear. “If you ever need a hug, you don’t have to ask me. Just give me a hug when you need one.”

You hear a slight sniffle but when Jack pulls away, he’s not crying. You pause on the floor, waiting to see if he cries, but the waterworks don’t start. He’s definitely hiding some emotions, but you know you’ll get there eventually. After all, Rome wasn’t built in a day.

“Alright, what do you want to do for lunch? I should prep it now.”

Jack bounces to the kitchen, eagerly looking into the fridge. You shoot Aaron a text asking if he can video call on his lunch. His answer is a simple ‘yes’ and you turn up your phone volume so you won’t miss it.

“Can we have grilled cheese? There’s also a bag of chips we can have.”

“That sounds like a good idea. Are you gonna want me to cut yours?”

Jack nods and you hear your phone go off. It’s still a little early for lunch, only about twenty or so minutes, but you can read Aaron’s name on the screen.

“Hey! Can we turn this into a video call?”

Aaron doesn’t respond, instead switching it to a video call. Jack puts his hands on the table as you prop the phone up.

“Since Jack didn’t get to see you this morning, I figured when you got the chance it would be good to see him.”

You watch as Aaron smiles wide. The two boys are happy to be able to talk, and you leave them to it as you make lunch. You hear snippets of course, something about ice cream, but opt to let them be.

Overall, Jack seems happy that he got to see his dad. You slice the sandwich in half and slide the plate towards him. You observe the two of them from the counter. They’re adorable together and you think about how much you would want a family. A kid like Jack would be ideal.

“Well Jack, I have to go back to work. I should be able to meet you and (Y/N) for ice cream later.”

“Okay, Dad. I’ll tell (Y/N) to order you ice cream too. I love you.”

“I love you too, Jack. Good luck at practice.”

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For a seven year old, Jack is good at soccer. He’s fast, and able to make over half of the goals he shoots. You sit in a lawn chair at the field, slowly sipping on some water. It was still early June, but the heat has started to creep in.

You watch as a few moms chat near the parking lot, laughing amid themselves. Soccer moms could be awful, so you just hope that you won’t have to deal with them. Jack mentioned that his dad would coach sometimes, and you know that the closer you get to Jack, the more soccer stuff you’ll go to.

The kid has already perfected those puppy dog eyes. You’ll struggle to say no to anything that is in your power to do. If that boy asked you to take him to get a giant teddy bear, you would. You’re well aware of things you should and shouldn’t do, but you don’t know how careful you’ll have to be around the Hotchner boys.

As the coach blows the whistle, the kids circle around him. They have their end of practice meeting, if you can call it a meeting, before the kids run off to their parents. Jack runs straight into your arms.

“You did good out there buddy! I’m so proud of you. In fact, how about we go find a place to eat.”

Jack’s eyes light up and he nods. “I want french fries!”

You chuckle. “I’m sure I can arrange that.”

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By now, it’s almost 7:30. You and Jack sit at a table outside in front of the ice cream parlor. Aaron had texted you saying he was on his way. Despite your reassurance, Jack looks worried.

It doesn’t take much longer before Aaron steps out of his vehicle and Jack runs to him. You step inside the parlor and wait in line. It’s best to let them have their moment. No sense in all three of you waiting in line.

Thankfully the line moves quickly, and you balance three different ice cream cones in your hands. Another customer is kind enough to hold the door open for you as you step back outside. Jack is quick to bounce over to you and take his share of the sweets.

“Thank you.” Aaron’s voice is soft and his eyes are gentle.

“It’s not a big deal. He’s been a great kid today. In fact if I’m not careful, I’ll never be able to say no to him.”

You and Aaron share a look. You can tell he knows the feeling.

“You’re free to go home now, (Y/N). I can’t thank you enough.”

You give his arm a quick squeeze. “You don’t have to. I look forward to seeing the two of you more often.”

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years

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Hello hello hello my darling dear! I was wondering if you could perhaps make do with my request?

It’s a Alastor (HH) x fem reader. The reader and Al were in a romantic relationship when they were alive back in the 1930’s (you can choose if she knew if he was a psycho or not). He was in his early thirties and the reader was around twenty, she was youthful and beautiful. Alastor died first in 1933 and arrived in Hell. Many years later the reader and Alastor met up again in the hotel. They talk and tell how much they missed each other, over their conversation Alastor tells the reader he wants to continue their relationship from where they left off. He asks if she still feels the same way for him (even though he’s a crazy radio demon now). The thing is for the reader while Alastor died when he was relatively young, the reader actually lived to see her 60th birthday. Her new form is much older then Alastor’s and it’s very obvious that she is self-conscious about her old age.

She tells Alastor yes, but look at her. She’s not the same young and beautiful dame she used to be and he looks just as young like how he was when he was alive. Surly he wouldn’t want to be some old lady, old enough to be in early retirement. How would Al react to his darling’s new inaccuracy? Thank you so much for your time and have a blessed day!

hello my dear! i absolutely adore this idea! writing for this radio demon is a lot of fun and takes a lot of creativity and this idea was amazing and so well put together, might I add! i hope you have an amazing day as well, my dear and hope you enjoy your request!

Never Even Apart - Alastor

Pairing - Alastor x f!reader

Warnings - none! (and i do understand that Alastor is aro and ace and i fully respect that, i just love writing for him! all of my love and respect to the aro and ace community!!!)

Word Count - 809

Notes - thank you so so so so much anon! ALSO THE HAZBIN NEWS AHHHH! it's apparently coming out in the summer of 2023 and i am currently losing my mind. (that's also why i wrote this today lol). i hope you enjoy anon! have a lovely day!! <3

It was a beautiful day, even considering that Alastor was in the pits of Hell. There were demonic birds chirping and the burning sun was greeting the hotel with a smile.

Alastor smiled as he did the dishes, humming himself a familiar tune. He knew something was missing from this new life, but he had learned to deal with it. Cope. That's all he had to do.

“Um, Alastor?” Charlie stuck her head in the room with a nervous smile. “There’s someone new I'd like to introduce you to.”

“Oh, just bring them in, doll. I'm a little busy right now.” He tightened his apron and began to hum louder.

“O-Okay,” Charlie stepped out of the kitchen. “I'll be right back.”

It was amusing. This whole hotel thing. It made Alastor entertained and that’s all that was important. Who knows, maybe this new member would entertain him too.

“Here she is, Alastor!” Charlie’s voice sounded nervous, but that was usual of her.

Alastor quickly dried his hands and turned around, his signature smile dropping immediately. It was… you.

He didn't notice that he had dropped a plate beneath him, quickly shattering on the kitchen floor.

“O-Oops!” Charlie giggled nervously and went to grab a dust pan.

“Charlie,” Alastor’s voice sounded different… less radio static involved. “I've got it. Do you mind leaving our new friend and I alone for a little bit?” His eyes didn't move from you once.

“S-Sure.” Charlie quickly left the room and you threw yourself onto him. How could you not recognize that handsome face? That voice? Those eyes?

Alastor quickly picked you up off of the ground and twirled you in a circle before setting you back down, locking his eyes to yours. “Doll… Is that really you?”

You nodded and grabbed Alastor’s clawed hands. “It is really me, Al.”

Your voice was just as soothing as he remembered.

“This can't be real…” He could feel his soulless eyes filling with tears. “Can it?”

You giggled and hugged him again. “I finally died, Al!”

He laughed at your dark joke and held you close. “How did it happen, love? Not dogs, I hope.”

You shook your head and breathed him in. He smelt just the same. Like musk and sweet cologne. “The mafia.”

Alastor laughed out loud and looked at you with a skeptical eyebrow. “The mafia?”

“Turns out they have a big problem with actors who sign their lives away to the illuminati. It's quite funny though, I was nearly retired.” You laughed softly at your own joke and sighed at your nearly wrinkled hands knowing for a fact that you had far too many smile lines and wrinkles on your forehead. Alastor looked so young and you looked so… old.

“Well at least you made it past thirty.” Alastor chuckled and hung up his apron that he untied from his body. “Now let's catch up, dear. Pull up a chair will you?”

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You know that you sounded like a schoolgirl in love when you sighed at Alastor. It had been years. Too long.

“I'm just glad to hear that you had a good life, my love.” Alastor smiled and slid his hand over to yours.

“I'm glad you’re making the most out of it down here.” Your smile was sincere, but you felt so old next to him. He used to be the one older than you.

“I think we should pick up where we left off, don't you think?” Alastor kept his eyes locked onto yours as he pressed a soft kiss onto your knuckles.

“Oh, I don't know,” you giggled and pulled away, your face turning bright red. “I mean look at me.”

“The image of beauty as always?”

“No,” you gave him a playful smack and looked at yourself in the reflection of some nearby silverware. “I'm not the same beautiful and young dame I once was, Al. You still look young. Surely you wouldn't want to date some old woman now!” The thought made you laugh, but you were quickly interrupted by Alastor.

“What are you talking about? I mean look,” Alastor took a sip of his coffee and gave you a loving look. “You may have died at an older age, but if I'm being honest, I wouldn't have guessed you were that old when you got here. You look great for your age, love.” He gave you a smirk and placed another kiss onto your knuckles.

“Oh, Al.” Your face turned red and you giggled as he laid kisses up your arm.

“You haven't answered my question, dearest?” His eyes were sultry and full of love. How could you say no?

“Well of course, my dear. I would love to pick up where we left off.” You leaned over the table and pressed your lips to his. It was like you two were never even apart.

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thesimpsbasement · 2 years

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Request for Mod Betty! Can I ask for headcanons about how would Edgeworth, Apollo, Phoenix, Godot, Simon, and Klavier react if their crush remembered something they mentioned a long time ago please?

Yes of course! Apologies for taking so long I sort of saved this one for last due to the amount of characters and I've been unmotivated lately so apologies for the long delay hope you don't mind!

But with that out of the way I hope you enjoy reading!

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Fandom: Ace Attorney

Characters:Phoenix Wright ,Miles Edgeworth, Godot,Apollo Justice, Klavier Gavin,Simon Blackquill

Author: Mod Betty

Warnings: Spoilers for AA3, Slight AA5 spoilers

Reader is gender neutral

A/N: finally cleared our inbox hehe I dunno when we'll reopen requests again personally I want to write oc related stuff( won't be posted though)since I told myself I would this summer so Mod Saya will take over for a bit most likely we'll see

Words count: 2,547 words

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ℙ𝕙𝕠𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕩 𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

-You two were classmates in university and often hung out with each other

-You never really liked his relationship with Dalhia,it was a gut feeling and not wanting to upset your friend you just kept it to yourself

-You were in the gallery during his trial, you knew Phoenix would never kill some like that

-You were honestly at the edge of your seat the whole time and oh boy you were relieved that he got a not guilty verdict

-After the trial you were walking to congratulate him on escaping by a slither

-You walked up to him and congratulated him and thanked Mia for getting him out of trouble

-As you 3 sat on the sofa of and started chatting

" You know I'll take some law classes so I can be a great lawyer!"

-Timeskip to present day you found yourself quite in the predicament

-It happened so fast you still are registering what occurred but here you were in the detection center because you were accused of murder

-Before you could wonder how or why you were framed you heard 2 people walking in, a blue suited gentleman and a black haired girl besides him

-Looks up at the gentleman's you immediately recommend who it was and so did he when he got a good look of your face

" PHOENIX!?" You shouted " _____!?" Phoenix shouted back leaving the black haired girl confused

-" Do you know each other?" The girl who later introduced herself as Maya asked " Uh yeah they were a friend of mine during university " he explained scratching his neck "Sooo why are you here" you asked curious until you notice the badge on his chest " Wait don't tell me are you here to?" You trail looking at him " yeah I am I can't let you sit here by yourself with a murder accusation up your sleeve " he said looking determined " So you were serious back then when you sold you'll be lawyer huh" you say reminiscing about old times

-Phoenix was surprised that you remembered such a silly thing from years ago but he cracked a smile but before he could say anything he was interrupted

" hate the cut the sweet moments bit we came here to ask questions " Maya said pouting " Oh yeah I guess that's true please tell us what happened " Phoenix asked getting all serious " Right" you say before explaining the situation

-You were surprised by his skills in court even if he had some silly and embarrassing moments but that was just the Phoenix you knew and you were glad you got to see him again

-After the trial you 2 met up and started talking, it felt nostalgic and familiar almost " you really became the oh so great lawyer you said you'll be" you said " Yeah I'm surprised you remembered something like that considering it's been how many years since we last talked" Phoenix replied smiling but deep down he was glad you still remembered him even if the version him that you knew was more dumber than his current self.

𝕄𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝔼𝕕𝕘𝕖𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙

-You were a fellow prosecutor just like Edgeworth

-Despite him not being the talkative type you 2 managed to grow rather close(( even stirring some unnecessary feelings within him)

-When you grew close enough he began opening up to you about what happened those years ago in that elevator and how it still haunts him to this day, he also mentioned his fear of elevator and earthquakes which you kept in mind

-You always took precautions to be close to Edgeworth just in case am earthquakes would happen since he doesn't usually take the elevator

-One faithful day as you 2 were hangings out at his place after work when suddenly an earthquake struck which prompt Edgeworth to panic, noticing this you quickly rushed to him trying to calm him down and to support him so even if he did pass out he wouldn't hit face first into the floor

-You 2 were lying on the floor you hugging Edgeworth protective, the earthquake wasn't strong but it still shocked the man to his core

-When it did finally calm down you laid him down on his bed waiting for him to wake up

When he did he was a bit confused at first but the remembered what occurred before he lost consciousness " I must've failed " he concluded sitting up

-You walked in the room with a cup of tea in hand " Oh Miles you're awake here I made this cup of tea for you" you said handing out the cup ad he took it, his hands still shaking a bit "Apologies for passing out like that back there I-" before he could finish you started talking " No need to apologise Miles I already knew something like that would happen so I made sure you'll be alright , I mean you told me yourself how much earthquakes affect you " you say looking at him

-He was surprised , what he said wasn't exactly something minor or easily forgettable but he was still surprised you removed that bit of info

-Sighing he took a deep breath before taking a sip of the tea " Thank you ____" he said with a small smile appearing on his face " Of course I'll do anything to help!"

𝔾𝕠𝕕𝕠𝕥

-You've been working at Fey and Co office for some time alongside Diego for quite some time

-You,Mia and Diego were like 3 peas in a pod and could barely be separated

-Sometimes when Diego is too busy you or Mia would take the liberty to make his favourite blend to help energise him a bit and to take a break every now and then

-When Diego first told you how to make his coffee blend you had to write it down but eventually you knew it by heart and that was sorta a bonding moment for you two

-But things wouldn't be the same ever since that forsaken case

-You all had your suspensions on Dahlia and when Diego eventually got poisoned you were both devastated meanwhile Mia tried her best to console you in his place and promised the both of you everything will be fine

-And then Mia passed as well you were practically left all alone, you lost the 2 people you cared about ,feeling bad Phoenix took you as one of his assistants and tried to be there for you which you appreciated

-When the new prosecutor introduced himself you could've sworn he seemed so familiar it couldn't be could it? But you chose to ignore it until he revealed who he truly was

-The whole trial left you stunned and unable to comprehend what you were hearing and seeing

-after the trial you were devastated once more but you did visit Godot often when he wasn't feeling guilty about the whole thing

-Till he was released this is how you two communicated

-On the day of his release you decided to celebrate by making his favorite blend considered he probably wasn't allowed coffee during his time in prison

-You offered the glass of the warm beverage to him and he took it ,he trusted you and knew you wouldn't think of poisoning it

-Taking a sip an all too familiar taste took over his mouth as he drank the bitter drink

-" Hah looks like you still remember how to make my Godot blend no.107 down to the last detail" he said smiling at you before taking another sip of coffee.

𝔸𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠 𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖

-It happened once with a chat with you, him and Trucy.You don't remember what the actual conversation was but you remember Apollo mentioning having a pet rabbit , it was a bit surprising since he didn't look like the type of have a rabbit as pet but you found it cute

-One day he was particularly stressed so you took it upon yourselves to cheer him up so you suggested going somewhere to take a breather

-Apollo was a bit hesitant but he agreed plus Phoenix insisted he can go

-" So where exactly are we going?" He asked as you literally dragged him to whatever destination you had in mind " oh you'll see" you simply said continuing to drag the poor boy to who knows where

-Eventually you came to a stop and he recognised the building as a bunny café " Let's have a drink here and take a break for a bit my treat" you say before walking in

-Ordering your drinks of choice you 2 sat down at a table enjoying your drinks

-" I have to ask why did you choose this café specifically we passed some you know" he asked curious about your choice "Oh I didn't just drag you here for a drink come we still have a bigger and a fluffier attraction wanting here " you say before taking Apollo to the bunny room where bunnies of all shapes and sizes were waiting

-" Still a bit confused about why you chose this place" Apollo said reaching to pet a rabbit nearby " I remember you mentioned having a pet rabbit once so I thought this place would be perfect to sort of bring you like a sense of nostalgia you know" you explained sitting next to him also petting the rabbit that's been sitting on his lap

-" You remembered someone as small as that!?" He exclaimed trying to keep his voice down to not scare the other bunnies and to not disturb the other customers " Maybe you'd be a better lawyer than me" he chuckled enjoying the moment

-You definitely took pictures and showed them to rest of the agency much to Apollo's dismay since there were some photos of him being all soft while playing and feeding the bunnies

-You,Apollo and Phoenix also had to stop Trucy from running to a pet store to buy a rabbit

𝕂𝕝𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝔾𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟

-you two were childhoods friends

-you would usually goof around and talk about things you aspired to be even if some would sound super unrealistic you were just kids after all

-" I want to be a popular singer and have my own band!" Little Kalver said smiling "woah that's so cool I'll be your first and biggest fan!" You respond with a smile appearing on your face as well. "You better show up to all my concerts and let me wow you with my music " he demanded, looking forward to following this dream " But of course I wouldn't miss them for the world!" You 2 giggled having fun with your little conversation

-Growing up you did split ways Kalvier choosing the pursue law while you chose something else and you two often found yourselves too busy to talk with each other but you 2 would meet soon

-You were just reading the newspaper having finished work and found a familiar face and name "Rockstar prosecutor sweeps the courtroom floor!" Wow, talk about eye-catching titles and there he was looking all high and mighty.

-This suddenly gave you the idea of giving him a visit hoping he won't be busy that is

-You made your way to the prosecution's office,a bit nervous considering how scary people make the other prosecutors seem

-Taking a deep breath you enter the building and ask around for Klavier's office and eventually you found yourself standing in front of his office's door

-You knock and hear a " come in" signaling you to enter.You were pondering how he'll react ,would he even remind you? Would he kick you out? But before you can pinder for longer you hear Klavier's voice

-"____!?" He exclaimed" What brings you here? I haven't seen you in years!" Despite looking older he was still the Klavuer you knew

-"Wanted to come for a visit, a little reunion if you will, hope you're not too busy" you said rubbing your neck " No no it's alright I've just finished some stuff so I'm all yours" he said winking causing you playful hit his arm

-Looking around you quickly notice the display case of all his guitars "Woah there are so many you weren't kidding when you said you wanted to be a singer" you said looking at the different types " My my you still remember those silly chats we had when we were young " he asked walking next to you " Obviously you'd never stop talking about it " you said both to giggle at each other's foolishness in their youth

-You two spent catching up with things and reminiscing about old times and Klavier was honestly glad to have you back and be able to be by your side once more.

𝕊𝕚𝕞𝕠𝕟 𝔹𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕝

-The first time you met Simon was before the UR-1 incident

-He often talked about wanting to study physiology and you've supported him but ever since the faithfull day where his mentor died and he was accused with and sentenced to death he cut ties with you, no matter how hard you tried it was futile so you just let it go

-All those 7 years you couldn't stop thinking about how he was and sometime you've had sleepless nights pondering if he did or did not get executed

-When you found the charges were released you were ecstatic but weren't sure if you should visit him or not consider how he pushed you away for so long

-Surprisingly you heard a knock at your door a few days after his release and speak of the devil there he was standing in the door frame which left you shocked

-He was a lot more different looking and had a hawk accompanying him

-" Simon you're..you're here!" You exclaimed still trying to process everything " Keh apologies for the long wait. I wasn't exactly in the best of circumstances.." he trailed off walking inside your house, closing the door behind him. "Please take a seat, I'll get some tea for the both of us!" You said before rushing to the kitchen

-Simon took a seat in the living room as he looked around and started to notice how much me longed for your presence and attention

-Coming back with 2 cups of tea you sit down next to him and you 2 start talking about what happened in the past 7 years. At some point you remembered what he said before his arrest " Are you still into the whole studying psychology ordeal?" You asked trying to be careful with your words to not open old wounds considering his mentor has been killed " Quite so maybe I should teach you a few things you sure were rooting for me back then about it " he chuckled taking a sip of his tea " oh yeah I meant to ask you this but who's your friend you got there?" You ask pointing at the bird on his shoulder " Oh this is my loyal companion Taka it's been helping me through the time in clink " he said rubbing the bird's chin " If you'd wish I can let you pet him but don't be surprised if he bites keh"

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