#and if you’re there how can they truly be a person??

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@thelightofmylife wouldn’t it be funny if I decided to reread your entire HSR writing list again (I in fact did)… lolol <3 I’m still thinking about your response to me btw. You’re very kind 💖💞💗 truly I can’t get enough of your writing and I suppose kind words

No pressure to do this request if you don’t want to, you can also take this ask as an invitation to chat too

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ahh! I was thinking ,,,, Sunday + Aventurine + Jing Yuan… and anyone else you would personally want to do …!! Giving them headpats because you love them soooo much!!! And receiving or asking for headpats in trade … <3 i think it’s a universal thing that headpats are <33 so good and lovely and good for showing love ;w;’ <3

Jing Yuan will gladly accept your head pats, he finds your beaming face adorable as you gently patted his head as though you were being extremely cautious with how you gave him head pats.

He recognises it as your primary display of love after awhile and would create a routine where he would just sit himself in front of you, claim that he was meditating, and closes his eyes and waits until he felt you begin to pat him on the head and mutter ‘soft floofy hair’ under your breath as he fights back the urge to smile.

You really do want his heart and he didn’t want to go back to a reality where he did not know the power of your comforting head pats.

Someone could’ve been looking for him about something serious and when they’ve enter the room, they are greeted to the sight of him him dozing off all the while getting treated to some well deserved head pats from you.

A bird popped out of his hair once during a headpat session and you were scared off of giving him head pats for a while in fear of having another tiny bird fly out from his hair. Jing Yuan was a sad man that day and would stop fucking pouting until Yanquing asked you to put him out of his misery and give Jing Yuan his head pats, he couldn’t train with a moody general who didn’t get his daily head pats.

Jing Yuan wasn’t afraid of giving out headpats of his own. He gave Yanquing a couple in the past but he used them sparingly. You however, you could have as many headpats as you’d like from him and Jing Yuan wouldn’t complain, especially not as he got the chance to watch you melt under his touch to the point you were practically cuddled into his side with a look of pure content written across your face.

So if he were to see that you weren’t having the best of days he’d immediately start giving you headpats in hopes of making you feel better. Jing Yuan’s logic was that seeing as how your headpats always helped make his day just that little bit brighter. Jing Yuan could only hope that he could pay it forward to you in a way that let you know that he would always have your back, always.

Aventurine leans into your hand as you give him head pats and closing his eyes as he enjoyed any amount of affection you decided to give him.

He needed this, he really did.

At first he was afraid of what the implication meant but now, he would practically sprawl himself across your lap and silently wait until you were done with what you were doing to give him some head pats, whining that you don’t pay enough attention to him.

He wasn’t use to such gentle, loving touch such as yours and now that he’s gotten a taste, he’s become addicted and would always find a way to get you to give him head pats no matter what. He would ask but Aventurine felt as though he was only worth them when he’s done something to earn such affection.

He viewed everything as a transaction and your headpats were no different.

Until you told him one day that he didn’t have to ever ask to receive love and affection, at least not with you and that you would gladly give him headpats just for waking up.

Aventurine cried that night in your arms as you gave him soft, comforting headpats.

Now aventurine demands headpats for practically everything but you didn’t mind as you were more than happy to spend hours on end if it meant spending time with your lover and reassuring him of your love for him. It heals apart of him that he didn’t know needed healing before, you heal him with your unwavering kindness and compassion and he didn’t know how the appropriate way to thank you, other then to give you some headpats himself.

Aventurine’s headpats were soft, gentle, Alamo as though he was scared he was going to hurt you but they were reassuring and encouraging at the same time that made you feel as though you could move mountains.

His headpats were like a silent ‘I love you’ for a singular reason.

He would pat your head three times and linger there for a couple of seconds then patting your head three more times before repeating this a couple more times, even going as far as to adding in a couple of kisses to your face in between. He loved hearing you laugh but he loved it when you shown signs of being comfortable, being safe with him as that was all he wants was to make you feel safe and happy with him because that’s how you made him feel on a daily basis.

Sunday finds your need to give him head pats amusing and will gladly let you do so to your hearts content if it brings you so much joy.

It doesn’t matter if he was busy because Sunday will always make room for you and you head pats no matter what, and will stress the importance to his staff that a specific time slot remains reserved for you and only you because your head pats were pure magic to the Halovian.

His wings would flutter softly and in time with your head pats that you couldn’t help but giggle at how cute the sight was as Sunday tries to get them to stop, but ultimately just accepts that his wings had a mind of their own when it came to you and how reciprocal they were to your touch.

He defiantly needs them after a hard days work and will most defiantly collapse on your lap, wings drooping like a pair of dog ears in tandem to express his exhaustion, and sigh as he felt you begin to softly pat his head.

‘You’ve done amazing today honey.’ You tell him.

‘Thank you my dearest but all I want to do now is relax with you if that’s quite alright with you.’ Sunday said tired and you couldn’t deny him when he was like this, and for the rest of the afternoon you spent cuddled up with Sunday and giving him head pats as his wings tried to match with the pace of your pats.

Sunday does reward you with headpats of your own but they may not come as frequently as you might like but you understood that he was a busy man, when you do get your headpats its mainly when you were on the brink of falling asleep, so often times it felt like a dream. Sunday wishes he could give you as many headpats as you’d like but giving you them while you were half asleep was for the best.

Bonus: when he’s cuddling you from behind, his wings will try and give you headpats but end up hitting the sides of your face, so somethings you’d wake up to a pair of soft grey wings softly smacking you first thing in the morning.

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[ahqkas]

♯ TOO SWEET ; mattheo riddle

❛ i take my whiskey neat, my coffee black and my bed at 3, you’re too sweet for me ❜

PAIRING! mattheo riddle x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS! in which mattheo recalled the two times you were too sweet for him (based on this req.!!)

WORD COUNT! 4.1k

WARNINGS AND TAGS! consummation of alcohol, lovesick mattheo, fluff, angst, a lot of my hcs for mattheo’s past (i wrote him the way i see him), lmk if i missed smth !!

NOTES! this is purely my view on mattheo’s character bc the hc i wrote suit him sm 😿😿 reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated <3

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST!

ONCE A MAN FALLS IN LOVE, he finds himself drawn to not just the physical beauty of his muse, but for the essence of who the person truly is - their quirks, intelligence, kindness, and their unique way of seeing the world. Every interaction, every shared experience, every memory he brings, adds another layer to his adoration towards the love of his life.

His love for them is evident in the little things - the way he watches them when they aren't looking, the small gestures of thoughtfulness, the silent support during their dark moments of life. It's in the way he listens, truly listens, to the hopes and dreams, fears and frustrations, always eager to offer his thoughts and ideas. This love manifests in his desire to be their anchor in times of storm, their cheerleader in moments of triumph, and their person in all the in-betweens. It is a love that values their independence and individuality, recognizing that they are their own person with their own journey, and yet, he longs to be a part of that journey, to walk alongside them and share in their joys and sorrows of life.

Mattheo Riddle was no different.

He marvels at your kindness, your sweetness, and the light you bring into his life. You are his muse, his inspiration, a spark of the goodness that stands in stark contrast to his own perceived flaws and insecurities he feels deep inside himself. He sees you as an angel, a pure and radiant being who somehow chose to share your life with him, despite his own imperfections and inner demons.

He sees you as an angel in a human form, who chose to live among the devils, just so he could feel the heavenly touch for the first and last time in all eternity.

He often wonders how he, with all his rough edges, hidden scars, and a past life without a happy memory, could be worthy of your love. He feels like a monster, haunted by past mistakes and burdened by the weight of his own fears and failings. You, on the other hand, are everything he aspires to be - kind, compassionate, and endlessly forgiving. Your presence in his life is a constant reminder of the beauty and grace that he lacks, and yet, your love makes him strive to be better, to rise above his darkness and become someone worthy of your affection.

In his heart, he knows that your love is transforming him, helping him to heal and grow. Your existence is a light that dispels his inner darkness, a reminder for him to cherish that even monsters like him can be loved. He clings to this, that your love is making him a better man, one day at a time.

01. THE PARTY

The Slytherin common room was full of shadows and flickering lights, transformed into a wild moment of freedom for the night. The music, a thundering beat that echoed off the stone walls, could be heard from miles away, yet no professor or ghost visited the common room to cancel the party. It was as if the ancient castle itself had granted this one night of freedom to its most cunning and ambitious students. The rhythmic thrum of bass notes and the infectious melody of the latest wizarding hits filled the air, blending with the sound of laughter and the clink of glasses.

Bodies moved in a hypnotic dance, swaying in sync with the music. The students had discarded their usual aloof demeanors and uniforms, lost in the euphoria and joy of the moment. Green and silver decorations adorned every surface, shimmering under the enchanted lights that hung from the ceiling like glowing jewels. Laughter rang out, high and clear, mingling with the deep, resonant hum of conversation.

In one corner, a group of seventh years huddled together, their heads bent close in a whisper, before erupting into loud laughter. Nearby, a couple twirled around each other, their bodies intertwining like dark waves, eyes locked in their private world amidst the chaos around them. The fireplace, usually a place of quiet contemplation, was now surrounded by students perched on its stone ledge, their eyes gleaming with the thrill of the night and alcohol.

Long tables filled with food and drink stretched along one wall, bearing the weight of a feast other students could be jealous of. Platters of magical meals, charmed to stay warm, smelled of aromas that mingled with the scent of butterbeer and stronger beverages. Bottles of firewhisky and elf-made wine were passed from hand to hand, each sip fueling the atmosphere more and more as drunken the students got. The alcohol flowed freely, loosening tongues, transforming even the shyest students into party animals of the night.

The Slytherin common room had never felt so alive. Tonight, they were not just the students of Hogwarts; they were a family, united by their house and their understanding of what it meant to be a Slytherin.

Mattheo Riddle was one of those students who were enjoying themselves tonight. His breathing features were illuminated by the green lights as he leaned casually against a stone wall, a cup of firewhisky filled to the brim in his hand. The amber liquid sloshed perilously close to the edge with each of his slowed gestures, but Mattheo seemed unconcerned, clearly lost in the haze of alcohol. His dark curls, usually styled in the way that made uncountable amount of girls fall on their knees, now fell loose around his face as you watched from a close distance.

He was engaged in a drunken conversation with Theodore Nott, whose tall, lanky frame was the opposite to Mattheo's more athletic build. Theo's typically serious demeanor had softened, his features relaxed into a rare, genuine smile as he listened to Mattheo's ramblings with a giggle threatening to spill out from his lips. The two of them, often seen together, now looked like true brothers. It was almost scary how much they resembled family when they were drunk.

Mattheo's voice, rich and slightly slurred, carried over the music as he recounted a particularly outrageous story from his recent fight. Theodore threw his head back and laughed. It was clear to anyone how close those two boys were, drunk or sober.

"Can you believe he actually thought I was serious?" Mattheo snickered with a big grin stretching across his face, taking a swig from his cup, the whiskey burning a warm path down his throat. "I mean, I barely managed to keep a straight face!"

Theodore laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're a menace, Riddle. One of these days, you're going to get expelled."

"Ah, but tonight isn't that night, mate," Mattheo replied with a slow wink, raising his glass in a mock toast. "To living dangerously and laughing in the face of consequences!"

They clinked their cups together, the sound barely audible over the throbbing beat of the music and you thought now was the best time to approach your boyfriend. 

Mattheo's brown irises scanned the crowd, catching a look of you as you pushed your way through the crowd of dancing bodies. The sight of you instantly brightened his expression and a genuine smile spread across his face. He felt a rush of emotions that the whiskey in his hand only intensified, each beat of his heart echoing with the certainty that what he held for you was pure love. The Slytherin straightened up, his posture shifting from the casual slouch of a carefree boy to the attentive stance of a man. Theodore noticed the change and a knowing smirk made its appearance on his lips as he stepped aside, giving the two of you a moment of privacy. 

"[Name]," your boyfriend called out, his voice full of warmth. He reached out, his fingers lightly brushing against yours as you came closer. "There you are, love."

You beamed up at him, your eyes reflecting the party's enchanted lights, making them look like twin stars. "Having fun, are we?" you teased and the tone of your voice carried a playful match that always managed to make his heart skip a beat. 

"Only now that you're here," he replied. The world around you seemed to blur as he gazed down at you, all the noise and chaos fading into the background. "You make everything better."

Drunk on both the whiskey and his overwhelming affection, the boy's usual reservations melted away. He held you close, his hands resting on your waist as if anchoring himself to your presence. When he was sober or feeling down at heart, his love for you was often hidden beneath layers of stoicism and insecurity, but now, in this moment of happy drunkenness, it shone through. 

He bent down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, and finally your lips, enjoying the sweetness of the contact. "I'm so lucky to have you," he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't deserve you, but I'm going to spend every day trying to be worthy of your love."

 “You have no idea what you mean to me. I look at you and . . . it’s like you’re the sun and I’m just a planet orbiting around you, soaking up your light,” he continued without a break. The boy wanted to get every one of his words out as fast as humanly possible. To show you his hidden feelings he wasn't able to tell you before. “You’re my everything, [Name]. I don’t know how I got so lucky. You’re so kind, so . . . good. And me? I’m just . . . I’m a mess, you know? A monster sometimes.” 

You shook your head lightly and took his hands into your own, enveloping him with your warmth. He was starting to get emotional, and you didn't need to have your boyfriend drunkenly mopping around. His mood changed like weather when alcohol got involved. “You’re not a monster, Mattheo. You’re human. We all have our demons.”

“But you,” he didn't allow you to finish your sentence before he spoke up again, his voice raw with sincerity, “you make me want to be better. For you. I see you, and I just want to be the man you deserve. I’m not always good at it, but I try. I try because you’re worth it.” 

You could see the glazed look in his eyes as he swayed slightly on the spot. He was rough around the edges, you couldn't deny the truth, but he was the sweetest boy when he managed to fall in love. Which wasn't exactly difficult, Mattheo fell in love easily. But when he did, it was worth everything. Mattheo was your sweet boy. “Love,” you said softly to him, your voice filled with gentle concern to the brim, “you’ve had a bit too much to drink. Maybe it’s time to slow down a little, okay?”

Mattheo blinked, giving you a lopsided grin, his expression a mix of boyish charm and pure happiness. “But I’m fine, [nickname]. I feel great. Better than great, actually. With you here, everything’s perfect.”

“I know you’re having a good time, but I don’t want you to feel terrible tomorrow. Let’s take a break from the firewhisky for now, alright?”

He pouted slightly, his shoulders slumping as he realized you were actually serious. “You’re probably right,” he admitted, a hint of reluctance in his voice. “But only because you’re asking me.” You chuckled softly at his behavior, threading your fingers through his and gently leading him away from the dancing crowd. You navigated through the common room, moving towards a quieter corner of the space where a plush couch sat, inviting you both in with open arms. The room’s enchantments cast soft shadows on the walls, the flickering lights creating a soothing atmosphere.

“Here, sit down,” you instructed as you guided him to sit on the couch. Mattheo obeyed, sinking into the cushions with a contented sigh. You sat beside him, your hand never leaving his. You took the half-empty cup of whiskey from his hold, reaching for a glass of water on the table nearby instead and handing it to him. “Drink this. It’ll help.”

Mattheo took the glass, his fingers brushing against yours as he did. He took a long sip, the cool water a welcome relief from the heat of the alcohol he consumed. “You really do take good care of me, don’t you?” he murmured, his head resting against the back of the couch as he looked at you with a mixture of admiration and exhaustion.

“Someone has to,” you replied playfully, brushing a stray curl of hair from his forehead. “And I wouldn’t want anyone else to have the job.”

As the night wore on, Mattheo felt a warmth spreading through him that was only partly due to the whiskey. It was the warmth of belonging, of being surrounded by friends who understood and accepted him, flaws and all. Despite his often rough exterior, he was deeply grateful for these moments, these stolen hours of joy in the corners of the Slytherin common room.

02 - THE MARK

The past has a profound power to shape a man, especially when that past is influenced by suffering at the hands of a father. 

For Mattheo Riddle, his family history was the darkest shadow of all the shadows that clung to him, a reminder of the pain and fear that had molded his entire life. Raised in a home devoid of warmth, where love was a foreign concept and cruelty was a daily reality, Mattheo had learned to build tall and thick walls around his heart. A shield to protect him from more hurt that would come his way. 

The orphanage was a harsh place, stripped of the luxuries the boy had unknowingly been born into. It was a world of strict discipline and a poor form of affection. The caretakers, overwhelmed and underfunded, had little patience for a child with such a notorious legacy. Mattheo grew up under the weight of whispers and sideways glances, the infamous name "Riddle" ensuring he was never just another child. The women of the orphanage knew his father, having taken care of him when he was around the same age as his son. What a wicked child Tom was. Mattheo was different because of that, marked, and this awareness shaped his formative years in ways he could barely comprehend.

As he grew older, the whispers about his family name became more pronounced. The children at the orphanage were cruel. “Monster,” they called him, creating the very fears that nested within his own heart. He began to internalize these taunts, seeing himself through the lens of his father's sins. The idea that he could be worthy of love seemed more and more distant, more of a fantasy that had no place in his reality. But the same idea of letting someone see past his defenses, of allowing someone to love him despite his flaws, seemed not only impossible but dangerous. For how could anyone love a monster, especially one crafted by his own father?

Despite this, Mattheo yearned for something more. He longed for the kind of love he had never known, a love that was gentle and kind, that saw past his scars and accepted him for who he was. But every time he felt himself getting close to someone, the fear surged up, a wave of doubt and self-loathing washed over him and forced him to retreat behind his walls again. It was a never-ending cycle.

Hogwarts had saved him. 

Mattheo Riddle’s first steps into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were met with a mixture of curiosity, awe, and apprehension. For the other students, he was a figure of whispered rumors, his infamous last name carrying with it a weight of fear and fascination. They had heard the stories of his father’s dark acts, of the legacy that haunted the halls of the castle like a ghost. But for Mattheo himself, Hogwarts represented a new beginning, a chance to escape the personal hell he called the orphanage and create his own path. The boy was no longer just another orphan. Here, he could be anything he wanted to be.

He wasn't deaf. The young boy could feel the weight of his father’s name bearing down on him like an invisible burden. And he wasn't blind either. He saw the way the other students looked at him, their eyes flickering with a mixture of fear and suspicion. They didn’t openly taunt him as the children in the orphanage had done, but he could sense the whispers and the wary glances that followed him wherever he went. For Mattheo, however, their fear was a source of power. He reveled in the attention, in the way his presence commanded respect, even if it was tinged with fear. He was finally someone. 

He excelled in his classes, his natural talent and restless ambition setting him apart from his peers. But it was on the Quidditch pitch that Mattheo truly came into his own. Flying high above the castle grounds, he felt a sense of freedom unlike anything he had ever known. With every twist and turn of his broomstick, he left behind the weight of his past and embraced the thrill of the present, making him feel like a bird. 

Six years had passed since Mattheo Riddle first walked through the grand doors of Hogwarts, a hopeful and determined young wizard with dreams of greatness he was so sure he'd achieve. But now, as he entered his sixth year at the renowned school of magic, the world around him had shifted irrevocably. The return of Lord Voldemort two years prior had plunged the wizarding world into chaos, and with it, Mattheo’s life had been destroyed once again.

Even among his fellow Slytherins, Mattheo felt like an outsider, a traitor to his own house and everything it stood for. He had once prided himself on his ambition and cunning, on his unwavering determination to succeed at any cost. But it didn't matter anymore. 

Mattheo sat alone in the quiet atmosphere of the Astronomy Tower, his gaze fixed on the night sky that sparkled with millions of stars. Each twinkling light seemed to mock him, making fun of the darkness that now stained his soul even more than before. His fingers gripped the sleeve of his jacket tightly, as if seeking some comfort in the fabric, but finding none.  

 On his left forearm, the Dark Mark burned like a brand upon his skin. It was a mark of shame, of betrayal, and every time he looked upon it, he felt a sickening sense of disgust and self-loathing. He had thought that by aligning himself with the Dark Lord, his father, he would finally be able to escape the shadows of his past, to prove himself worthy of the name Riddle and his father's presence. But now, he realized that he had only succeeded in plunging himself deeper into the deep hole. Even the orphanage was better than this. 

The footsteps behind him shattered the sweet silence, echoing off the stone walls of the tower. Mattheo tensed, his heart racing as he turned to face the intruder, steeling himself for whatever judgment or punishment awaited him. But as he turned, he was met not with the accusing glare of Filch or the triumphant sneer of a rival, but with the concerned gaze of a familiar face. It was you, with your eyes filled with worry as you approached him slowly, as if he'd disappear if you were a bit louder. 

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere. Are you alright?”

No, he wasn't alright. But he would be caught dead sooner than having you worry about him like that and more. 

He forced a tight-lipped smile, attempting to mask the emotions raging within him. “I’m fine,” he replied, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining the facade. “Just . . . thinking.”

You stepped closer, taking a seat on the ground beside him. “You don’t have to pretend with me, Mattheo. I know something’s been troubling you lately. You can talk to me.”

You were his angel, full of that purity and light he adored about you in a world darkened by his own sins. He longed to confide in you, to unburden himself of the guilt and shame that had consumed him since he had received the Dark Mark. But the fear of your rejection, of you seeing him for the monster he believed himself to be, held him back. It would shatter his heart, to see the pained expression on your face. 

“I . . .” he began, his voice faltering as he struggled to find the words, "there's something I need to show you." With a heavy heart and trembling hands, Mattheo finally mustered the courage to reveal the truth to you. For months, he had carried the burden of the dark secret alone, pushing you out and shutting you down in an attempt to shield and protect you from the darkness that was his father. But now, as he sat before you, his heart and his soul laid bare, he knew that he could no longer hide from the truth. The boy reached for the sleeve of his jacket, his fingers fumbling as he pushed the fabric up to reveal the twisted lines of the Dark Mark etched upon his skin. The sight of it made him recoil, a wave of shame washing over him as he exposed his deepest, darkest secret to the one person he had sworn to protect.

Your eyes widened in shock as you took in the mark, your palm flying to your mouth in disbelief. For a long moment, there was silence between the two of you, broken only by the sound of your shallow breathing and the distant hum of the night owls. 

“I received this a few weeks ago," Mattheo confessed, his eyes avoiding yours. "When he decided I was good enough for him."

He felt your gaze on him, eyes searching his face for answers. He could see the confusion and concern written in your expression, but beneath it all, he saw something else - a flicker of understanding and acceptance that filled him with both hope and fear. How can someone be so good to someone like him? "I've been living with the Malfoys ever since," he continued, the words tumbling out in a rush as he struggled to explain himself. "But it's not what you think, [Name]. I never wanted any of this. I never wanted to be a part of his plans, to be branded as one of his followers. But I had no choice. He made me do it."   

Tears welled in his eyes as he spoke, and he felt a desperate plea for forgiveness in his chest. He needed you to understand, to see past the mistakes that consumed him and into the depths of his soul where his love for you burned bright and true. The thought of losing you hurt him more than the Cruciatus curse ever could. 

“Forgive me. For shutting you out, for pushing you away. I was scared, I was ashamed . . . but I can't bear to keep this secret from you any longer. You deserve to know the truth, even if it means losing you forever." 

Your heart swelled with a bittersweet mixture of sorrow as you gazed upon Mattheo, your sweet boy, sitting there before you with tears in his eyes and the weight of the world upon his shoulders. In that moment, all you wanted was to wrap him in your arms and shield him from the pain and darkness that threatened to consume him. With shaky hands, you reached out to him, fingers brushing against the mark of his father's followers etched upon his skin. The sight of it filled you with a fit of fierce anger, but beneath it all, you saw the boy you so dearly loved - a boy who had been shaped by his past but who was so much more than the picture of his scars. 

"Love," you whispered into the dark, taking his face into your hands and wiping away those tears that managed to escape his control, "there's nothing to forgive. Nothing in this world could ever tear us apart, not even your father or that mark."

In that moment, Mattheo knew that he would do anything for you, that he would move heaven and earth to ensure your happiness and safety. You were his light in the darkness, his angel in a world filled with demons, and he would cherish that for the time being his heart swelled at the thought of you. You were simply too sweet for him and you knew that Mattheo’s struggles were far from over, but for tonight, that was enough.

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[nuumbie]

Trust Fall

Prompt: An elite member of the organization Fractsidius… Scar appears before you in order to explain his beliefs… so you may understand all you have to gain by joining forces and hands and to change the world with them all.

You’re weirdly open to the idea.

Author’s Note: Crack Territory. Surprisingly Wholesome? As wholesome as a Scar Fic can be. He’s a weirdo. This is the kindest fic I currently have. Technically, can be read platonic or romantic adjacent... ( He is flirting with you. You don’t exactly return it. ) Please send me Scar Fics. Otherwise I’ll need to make them all myself. Carry the weight of the world on my shoulders.

The face of the legendary resonator, his fellow black sheep, his fellow revolutionary in the new world if they had merely opened their heart enough to let them all inside. Well, you could have worn a more dynamic expression. You eyebrows are knit together, their mouth is curved into a frown. In all honesty? A little underwhelming of a reaction especially considering he's sent their little friend. ( A girl. You’re surrounded by girls! It's scary how every time he blinks it's like another one surrounds you. You're too popular! ) Where was he?

Oh, right.

He sent them to The Shadow Realm. Not like he actually hurt her! Well, he could have! To be honest a part of him wished to. Already planting ideas into your head. Getting you on their side. But he chose not to. First Impressions matter a lot. He even wore his nice pair of pants instead of the easy access ones he usually wears just for this moment. The others all gave him all this time so he even had a moment alone! With you. So of course it had to be special! Even though he was sure you'd share many moments. Just like this. "Well, well, well... we finally meet."

"You're... Scar, right?" It's such a coincidence she bought up his name! You don't know a thing. But everything falls into place so you're exactly where you need to be-- you truly are lucky. While Scar? Well, the fact you already know of his name means you know of all the foul, horrible, nicknames she's called him. An already dirty image in your head with his name attached. "Where did you put her?"

You have your hand on your sword. Pointed directly at his neck. He goes to tap it to the side. Away from his face. He already has plenty of stories for how he got all of these scars. Well, maybe he can get another. One specially made by you. Permanent proof of you.

Not bad at all. He casually goes to play with the sword in your hands, putting it back where you planned on threatening him and he leans just close enough so that if you wished you could drive it into his skull. Like a trust-fall! A trust-exercise between you both to see if you'd behave or try to crack him open like an egg. Smiling through the gap between you and the steel edge of your blade. "She's irrelevant. If she were here. She'd add a lot of meaningless dialogue. Right now I wish for your full, undivided, attention."

"Allow me to share with you my side of the story."

He raises his neck for your eyes. It isn't like he covers it up. But it's rare for him to brandish this mark so callously for others. It’s for you! It’s special for you. "I've been watching over you... to think you've forgotten everything."

"They're all fighting for you." He looks through his fingers-- undeniably you're you. Your confused expression gazes back at him. He winks at it. You squint your eyes even harder. He takes it as a win. ( He’s gained lots and lots of personal multiple little wins while watching you. ) "Wishing to use you and drain you of all of your worth. Despite being a human person, they've used you the moment they found you had an inch of worth. While we are no different..."

"We wished to be honest with you." He smiles as he steps closer. He notices how your hold on the blade tightens. You hold it still. It does not stutter or tremble. He leans in close enough that the outline of his neck is at the knife of the blade. "To allow you to understand us. We've been granted precious alone time. I'm here to show you we are not the villains...—“

He expected that if you did fight back. You'd hit him with your blade. Then he'd know to go to the next phase of the plan -- i.e. beat you up. Show you why they’re stronger. So the human, more basal part of you, would understand why not to resist and prove their worth through overtaking you. Offer to join the winning side.

It seems that's not what you're going to do.

"Let me stop you there." You step back and sheathe your blade. You've been exceptionally quiet. Mouth closed in a thin line. Eyebrows furrowed. Handsome. Beautiful. An odd mix of both words.. As he watched over you-- the most you said had to do with what that red-headed girl ( Chia? Chilichuck? What was her name? God. He basically ignored every word of theirs besides your dialogues.. your friends really did talk a lot.. The red-headed one with the gun especially annoyed him. ) And food. This is by all means a pleasant surprise. "Does everyone in this god-forsaken world speak in riddles?"

"Oh, but we have so much time! To explain it all would be no fun. It'd ruin the game." He widens his arms and shrugs his shoulders, showcasing the sight of the destruction behind him. "Besides, you wouldn't believe it if I told you. Would you? You have to come to conclusions on your own for them to matter. It's just me and you. No need to rush. Just trust the process."

You laugh at that for some reason. Scar clocks it. But, the fact you stop glaring seems like a good sign. Your smile is nice. So it does have the ability to be his way. Though, it appears you're laughing at him. He cherishes his victories however small and frames it on his mind-wall. "A town on the brink of destruction... if it wasn't us... how did it fall? A story of false devotion, fleeting kindness, senseless killings and the worst humanity has to offer... of course... there is only one truth. But history can take many different meanings dependent on the person. This is a world filled with oppressors and victims and..."

"That's not what I mean." Hm? Hmm? Hmmm...? "You're playing around. You wish to show me how sick this world is. You wish to understand how I'm being manipulated... that was your point from earlier... right? Stick with that. Are you trying to get me on your side or what? I'm tired of being dragged around."

Scar... has to take a moment... to process your words. Not really expecting... that. "Oh...? So you are listening! I’m glad! Well... inevitably. Yes, that is the point I wished to make. You and I are the same you see... both of us are outcasts... a story of a shepherd, it’s flock, and a black sheep—“ he does have a point to make, he thought really hard about the symbolism before coming here so it was easy to digest and everything.

"I'll join you." You hold out your hand towards his. "Scar, that's your name right? I'll join you right now. I'm not in the mood to play any more mind-games. If I join you. You don’t have reason to not tell me, right? You promised.”

Scar's world lights up.

He stares at your hand. It’s the one with your resonator mark no less— offered out to him. A sign of trust. An offer of companionship. You wiggle your fingers and ahem rather loudly. He immediately takes your hand with both of his own. Maybe a bit too frantically. Maybe a touch too desperately. The closeness is surprising to even him.

He studies your hand. He doesn’t remember the last time anyone’s offered their to his. And you did so unprompted. He feels the weight of your hand in his own. And he almost forgets what he’s here for—

"..." "Seriously?"

"Why are you acting surprised? Why did you even bother to meet me here if you weren't even open to the possibility of me joining you? Was it to sow the seeds? Slow-burn me? I'm not nearly as patient as you all seem to think I am." You cross your arms and huff. "Are you suddenly questioning whether or not I'm the resonator you're looking for? You're right. I don't remember anything. I'm not the hero anyone expects me to be. I'm not what you want from me either." “I want you to prove yourselves to me. You said you’re the ones in the right… that the others are just trying to use me.” You linger on those words. “If that’s true… well… you’re clearly suspicious, mentally deranged, to be honest I was tempted to hit you really bad just now... but... I don't exactly doubt your words. Every single person I've met has been..."

"Reliant on me." You gaze at the mark on the back of your wrist. "This is an equation of my worth. I can't disagree. No matter how hard I try to. That in itself is proof you have a point. So… it’s an avenue worth exploring.”

"..." "....." "Aha... ahahahaa... ahaaa... seriously?!" Scar doesn’t remember to use his indoor voice. He remembers after you jump a little. Doing his best to whisper. "Wait, no, that's bad. Oh, I'm so sorry... I was right... they... did use you as a pawn... and they made it so obvious… That you immediately..."

"You chose me." Scar is giddy. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling even if he wanted to. Each word. He falls a little deeper. "You weren't even forced into a corner. I didn't even have to make you do it.”

“You’re already understanding of how alone we are in this world…!”

"You're not really different from them. You just admit to it." You sigh. "You're worse in a way. I'd doubt they'd force me to help them."

You're insulting him but he's still on cloud nine-- you're joining them aren’t you? Purposefully reaching in to touch the filth you apparently so despite! Ah, they're hardly ready! They'd thought this take much longer... it's true. He doubted you would believe him. Believe any of them. Maybe the villainous appearance and rumors of sociopathy, psychopathy, and all of that doesn't quite help.

Whoopsies. ( He isn't very sorry. You chose him regardless and you would have anyway because he knows at the end of the road you would’ve realized the hopelessness and that you had no choice and all. But you chose him over them and saw through their deceit. Him. Him. Him. He’s the one who got you to change your mind— ) He really can’t find it in himself to care about how menacing he seems. His smile’s just too hard to wipe off…

"I want to understand the world you're fighting for." You sigh. "You see yourself in me, right? You were projecting pretty hard on me earlier... So the world you're trying to make..."

"It's a world which is better for me. And... I can't help but to wonder if you're not wholly in the wrong." You rub your wrist. Like the mark of skin burns. "I want to see.. how worse it gets... I want to see what you've seen. I'm just opening myself for understanding. Isn't that what you wanted? An open, honest, discussion.”

"You do have purpose behind the evil, right? I'm not going to join and you make me blow up an orphanage or something… you're morally-grey bad at worst." You pause to consider. "I don't really have a point of reference for the terrible things you've done actually. Maybe we can put this on hold until I get one-"

"No, no, no! Noooo orphanages! We're not monsters." Scar pouts. "You'll see, okay? I’m going to show you all the horrors! Then you’ll get it. We’re ultimately in the right.”

“You knocked out Yangyang.” You sigh. Detached. But the sentiment behind the words is there.

"So they did get you to care." Scar hums. "Shed your worries. Such useless feelings do little good... she'll be fine... see? We are willing to reason! This whole talk was to prove we can communicate. She wouldn’t listen to me. She wouldn’t even look at me. She’d keep us apart and spread her little lies.”

Okay, maybe he’s a bit jealous. Why was she so exceptionally close to you? He doesn’t even mind the gossip. Everyone talks to him like that. Looks at him in that way without ever understanding.

He’s the one who should have been offering free dinners, doing small little romanticisms, giving you small yearning gestures with you, not her. And he will from this point onward! And he will be the one to do it. Even if he has to pry you from the others…

( Seriously, why are you so popular? It just isn’t fair! He’s going to be fighting for crumbs when he brings you back to the base. He just can’t win. )

“If I shed all my worries then won’t I just be the same as any other sheep? It’s the wool that makes them look different.” You sigh while rubbing your arm. “What even is that metaphor about…?”

“Oh. I did use that metaphor, didn’t I? Yes, with fur so black! It was obvious against the rest of the flock… for black sheep are the outsiders! Those who go against the grain—“ Scar responds dumbly. Rambling, because he really is so happy! He's got you right where he wants you! You're not struggling, nor running away, you've walked right into his arms! And he didn’t plan this far at all. So, his mind’s a bit fumbled. This is the best first date likely in the history of ever. Though, he notices your unimpressed look. Thus, he straightens his back and smiles as gentlemanly he can muster pounding his fist against his own chest considering you’ve made it a point that you hate long-talk. “— anyway, yes, shepherd evil, white sheep stupid, black sheep good.“

He looks at you to see how well you’ve taken his shortened explanation. You use your other hand to facepalm. ( He hasn’t let go of your arm. He realizes. You haven’t pulled your arm back. This sparks joy. This sparks incredible joy. He holds it even tighter. And you don’t even struggle. )

“I should have done the puzzle first. Lacking lots of subtext.” Is what you put together from his explanation. “Just explain on the way. Come on. I’ll lose brain cells if I’m here for any longer.”

Right.

He’s taking you home. You’re still not gone. You’re here with him.

You’re with him.

"Ahaha.” he rambles, graining traction as his grin grows more manic, he can feel his skin getting hotter, the urge to hold you tightly within his hands and explain growing stronger with each passing moment, every second, every millisecond. It’s a feeling you wish to feel forever. “You want to listen to me.”

And he will feel it forever. He’ll make it so. He doesn’t have to wait any longer.

"There’s so much to tell you. About this world.” he cackles, loudly, his voice crackling throughout the air with a reinvigorated passion as he leans close to your ear to whisper with as much love as his dried up little heart has. Putting it all for you. “And I’ll tell you about all of it.”

"Okay. I seriously don’t know how the hell you expected me to trust you." You whisper. Tired? Yes. Terribly so. You so hope Yangyang can't hear him. From wherever he's put her. Shadow Realm or whatever. "You’re making me regret this already—“

"NO!" he rushes forward and leap-hugs you. "Noooo take-backs. You already said it! So you can’t take it back. That’s how it works. When you say it. It’s forever.”

“That’s not how it works-“

"You're all mine, forever.”

"Agh-- hey!" You yelp... a touch high-pitched. He squeezes you tightly and you see the flash of smoke-- Yangyang's passed out body on the ground. You shut your eyes, awkwardly looking away. You’ll know she’ll be saved soon. “I’m coming. I’m coming, okay?”

Perhaps you're even better than his wildest dreams. Well, he'd love you as much regardless. Whether or not you came now or later. This is a drastic changes of plans. But a pleasant one.

His cards fly through the air and they capture you both-- you hold onto him. His laugher resonating loudly, a wicked sound which is proof of the choice you’ve made. A choice you’ve made which you certainly can’t entirely turn back from no matter how hard you try to reverse you’re being taken along.

More like dragged. He’s holding your hand like you’ll run if you don’t. ( He’s not exactly wrong. ) You just awkwardly hold back. Unaware you don’t even need to be touching him to get warp-jumped.

He doesn’t exactly tell you either or warn you or do anything to stop you. Instead encouraging it by opening his arms out so you can hold on properly.

As you’re flashed away through a red door… the person you’ve decided to trust manically laughing as you phase through that door. “There’s so much… to tell you! Well let’s start at the very beginning…!”

No matter where you are you’re susceptible to lore dumps. At least he’s excited about it. You wonder how long he’s been holding this in.

You close your eyes tight and just hold on tight as you embrace your new life.

Again.

#wuwa #x reader #wuwa spoilers #🗑️ trash writes #wuwa x reader #wuthering waves #wuwa is so unfair with his name #so so unfair . need him. i’m starved. scarved. ar 20. don’t know what his problem is #my stupid babygirl husband who beats the shit out of me and begs me to like him #of course I like him . #entirely based on what scraps of content I have #by all means could prove extremely ooc later #he’s giving suguru geto though with that explanation 😭😭😭 #wuthering waves x reader

[skiiyoomin]

hello! i’m not sure if you’re taking reqs so if not feel free to skip this! i was wondering if we can get a oneshot of bakugo x reader except reader is a famous jpop idol (or even a global pop star) and bakugo is a pro hero. how the rest plays out can totally be up to you but i thought this would be a unique pairing. :)

Hi hi! Yes my reqs are open so feel free to ask as much as you´d like! I looove the idea, its literally one of my fave tropes. It´s a little short but I thought it was a cute way to start a possible relationship between bakugo and reader :>

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Content: pro hero! Bakugou x idol! reader, inspo from the met gala, gn! reader, swearing cause its bakugou

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Bakugou hated attending these events. The constant flashing of camera lights, the stuffiness of his suit, the obnoxious voices of paparazzi begging him to look their way. It was exhausting.

But alas, as one of the top heroes, he had to show his face more often than he´d like to and make small talk with people he could care less about. At least he´d get a few free drinks and food for the night.

As he finished walking down the red carpet and away from the dizzying lights, a figure smaller than his own bumped into him. And Bakugou in his very characteristic fashion, was ready to threat whoever wasn´t watching their step. "Oi, watch where you´re-"

The words died in his throat when his ruby eyes landed on your own. You had to be the most beautiful person he had ever seen. The luxurious fabric of your extravagant clothes complimented your features and sitted on the curves of your body just right. He realizes he was staring more than he should when your silky voice reached his ears.

"I´m so sorry!! It´s just it´s a bit hard to walk in these clothes" You admit with an embarrsed chuckle. He tsks, though there was no real annoyance directed towards you. "Can´t believe they´re making you wear something you can´t even walk in"

You chuckle feeling flattered by the concerns from someone who was so notorious for being abrasive...and devilishly handsome. "Yeah, well, you know, practicality isn´t really on top of their priority list."

To the surprise of the both of you, he holds his arm out. "What table are you assigned in?" God it took everything in him not to sweep you off your feet with the way your doe eyes were marveling up at him. You link your arm around his own. "Table three"

He hums in acknowledgement, though deep down he felt his heart hammering in his chest like a teenage boy. "Good, at least there will be a pretty face sitting with me"

It was embarrassing how quickly heat rose to your cheeks from such a common and simple compliment you heard quite often. Though it felt so different hearing it slip from his tongue. It felt genuine.

The picture you had portrayed of the pro hero Dynamight completely shattered the longer you spent the night engaged in conversation with him. He too, felt any prejudices he may have held against you for being an idol slip away. Conversation rolled easily between you two as if you had been friends for years, and for the first time in a very long time, you both truly enjoyed being there.

Of course, it didn´t make it any less exhausting. The proof being written all over your energy drained face by the time the clock struck 12 PM. Lucky you, Bakugou had a knack for being observant, so it didn´t take long before he realized how fatigued you felt, and truthfully, he wasn´t doing much better than you. He was just better at hiding it.

"Let me drive you home" It wasn´t a question, and it´s not like you had the energy to retaliate. You let him place a warm calloused hand on your waist while he led you to his car. The drive back to your home felt like it went by in a flash, though it must be because you were fast asleep.

His heart clenched when he gazed at your soft features while you were deep in slumber. But alas, the last thing he wanted was to overstep boundaries, so, albeit begrudgingly, he reached out and shook your shoulder.

"Hey, wake up, we´re here"

Your dark lashes fluttered against your cheeks before your eyelids slowly opened. It took you a long moment to gather your surroundings, but once you realized, your lips formed into a small `o´.

Bakugou thought it was a crime to look so adorable, but it´s not like he would ever tell you that. "C´mon, i´ll help you upstairs"

Once again, his hands felt just right against your body when he aided you in walking properly to your home. Everything felt like a fever dream. The way he respectfully removed any excessive fabric of clothing or the way he helped you into your bed in a surprisingly soft manner for someone so rough.

But you realized how real it was when you spotted a little note sticked to your fridge the next morning with beautifully neat handwriting saying:

"Text me xxx-xx-xx-xx"

And if anyone had seen the wide grin that spread across your face, they would have called you a simp. Maybe you were.

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[lowgothree]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒 ❞ 𓄼˚ ▍ K.M.

❛ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆             ━━  insomnia often plagued kate and she swears you’re the remedy. ❜

❛ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁                ━━  reader is lowk me coded!! sorry!!! ❜

❛ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁         ━━  625 ❜

❛ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲      ━━  this is supa shortttt ❜  

YOU COULD STILL VAGUELY FEEL HER LIPS attached to the crease of your neck even posterior to her detaching them from your smooth flesh. her chest pressed against your back, a movie neither of you are really watching playing in the background. you’re two lovebirds wrapped in each other's warmth, her pelvis against your butt as she pulls you even closer. kate’s curious fingertips managed to case their way underneath your sweatshirt to rest over your abdomen –– toasty hands over your cold skin. sometimes, you could forget how tactile kate could be: she could never keep her hands off of you.

“you look so pretty today.” every syllable earnest and for you. the familiar scratch in her voice met your ears and it settled a warmth across your skin. also familiar. kind of like the feeling of her hands on your hips or breath against your face when she stares into your enamored eyes. you feel yourself crawling away from the feeling she forces you into –– that lovey dovey, allconsuming feeling. eyes screwing shut before their focus lands on the television again. your heart pounds in your chest like it’s trying to escape to meet her half way so you swallow it down and prepare your lips for a snarky remark. so i didn’t look pretty yesterday? 

“don’t even say it –– you know you look pretty every day.” she reminds you yet again of how well she knows you. instead of just two bodies, you are two sets of hands and harmonious, parallel minds. you chuckle, the sound eliciting her to bare her teeth to you in an enraptured manor. “thank you for coming…”

you breathe out a gentle laugh, pad of your index tracing over her knuckles. “turn over…”

she obeys, albeit reluctantly. your hands meet both her cheeks, feeling how they grow warm underneath your devoted stare.  “i’ll be there anytime you need me, kate. even if you just want me to tuck you in.” 

“okay that’s not what i asked.” her words provoke laughter to escape the aperture of your lips, leaving a benevolent smile in it’s place once the laughter subsides. “and i actually need you here. cause you’re the cure.” 

“the cure?” tender and inquisitive hands knead in her blonde locks, trailing within them and savoring the softness against the pads of your fingertips. her eyes flutter shut, drowning in the waves of her own personal heaven you craft for her with just your touch. 

“yeahhhh.” she elongates, austerely shrugging as if what she’s saying makes perfect sense, as if you truly could be the remedy for all her problems –– including her insomnia. “i can sleep when you’re here.”

you don’t argue, instead, opting to humor her. “so somehow me bein’ here will put you to sleep?”

“mhm…” she continues her ministrations, kissing at your neck again with ardent lips. “you always put me right to sleep.”

“that sounds…vaguely sexual.” 

“shut up.”

you laugh again, reaching for the forlorn blanket at the edge of the bed, no doubt tossed there as a result of her frustration from not being able to succumb to slumber on her own. you could hear it in her voice when she called you; undeniable vexation. 

“i love you.” her voice is barely audible, enervation spreading across her all over. kate licks her lips, barely able to awake long enough to hear you say it back. her languid eyelids slowly rise and fall, letting you know that she’s falling asleep. her arm, slipped underneath you in order to keep you in lovely proximity, will surely be numb tomorrow. she pushes her face into your chest, she’ll never let you go. you don’t mind, nuzzling against the apex of her head. 

“i love you too. goodnight, kate.”

#kate martin x reader #❪ 𓈒 𝗷𝗷'𝘀 ━━ 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀 𓈒 ❫ ✹ꯣ

[princekeerys]

I'm here for Alastor and Lucifer meeting a sinner who is in personality like Aurora 🥺

aurora is my favourite disney princess so this was so fun and exciting to write <33 (unless you didn’t mean that kind of concept then… completely disregard this lol)

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lucifer;

it must have been one of his lucky days (which he counts a lot, since he doesn’t have many of them) when lucifer crossed paths with you. and he was sure the pupils in his eyes had taken the form of hearts because “oh my golly, you’re so beautiful.” and he doesn’t realize he’s said that out loud until he hears the most angelic giggle (which is odd, beings as you’re in hell) paired with a soft spoken voice. “oh, thank you. you’re too kind”

how you ended up in hell, let alone the pride ring, absolutely baffled him. you’re too sweet, and kind, and gentle to be down here amongst these other sinners who left their manners back in their past life.

upon meeting you, he wonders if he’s got a chance with you. your relationship flashes in his mind of him making you laugh with his terrible jokes and him showing you his entire collection of rubber ducks (he’s sure to go home and make a new one, inspired by you, of course).

he melts when he sees how good you are with razzle, dazzle, and keekee — he swears he’s never met someone so amazing with animals before. and the way you’re so kind to his daughter and her friends makes him think that he’s found the one… which is a lot, since he lost lilith so long ago.

he takes you back to his house and puts on a show for you both to watch (some old timey film that you suggested).

he tells you to make yourself comfortable and he feels his heart leap when you lay down and put your head on his lap.

“sorry, is this too much? i can move-”

“no! no, you’re perfect right there- uhm. you don’t need to move, i-it’s pretty cozy”

“hehe okay :)”

it doesn’t take long before lucifer realizes he’s the only one watching the film while you’re fast asleep in the comfort of his lap. he looks down at you all soft and chuckles to himself.

“yup. this is definitely a sign”

alastor;

he’s very… confused, when he first meets you. tilting his head with that same smile he usually has on his face, leaving everyone to wonder what he’s truly thinking… and it’s about you.

he feels it’s a mistake. a dumb mistake made by those things that have the audacity to call themselves “angels”. you’re too perfect, and good to be in a place like this. you deserve to be in a place filled with greenery and soft shades of pinks and lavenders, not in the fiery depths of hell.

you’re shy. and he takes notice of this right away, using it for his own personal advantage; enjoying the way you stumble over your words and nervously fidget with your hands as he asks you “cat got your tongue, my dear?”

“it’s not everyday you come face-to-face with a powerful overlord”

he doesn’t know what or how he feels about you, but there’s a feeling stirring down inside of him. something perhaps like… adoration? no, it couldn’t be. he never feels that way towards anyone.

but you’ve got this softness that surrounds your whole being that he can’t shake from his mind — you’ve even (accidentally, oops) called him handsome which caused his ears to twitch and a very loud record scratch that hurt poor husk’s ears.

“i’m well aware, my dear. but you’re kindness is appreciated”

everyone sees the way you both secretly look at each other (alastor denies it but he knows it’s true) and you can’t help but be nervous every time alastor is next to you, pinks cheeks and a fast beating heart that you’re sure he hears.

“i’ve noticed you get quite on the edge when i’m near you. pray tell why that is?”

“al, it’s… nothing”

“don’t worry, cher. you’re lucky i happen to like the sound of your beating heart. especially knowing that it’s mine. isn’t that right?”

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[miscellaneousdae]

[ 8:43 pm -> 4:27 am ]

(Just a little blurb because i’m down bad for this man rn)

Jeong Yunho is the kind of person to fall in love at first sight, but it has nothing to do with how you look. I mean, he thinks you’re beautiful, but it’s your aura. Your presence draws him to you, and when he speaks to you, it doesn’t feel like this is a man you just met, no. It feels like you’ve known him for years, unlike anyone you’ve ever come into contact with.

You immediately feel safe with him, comfortable in your skin. His sweet eyes and warm smile melt your heart, and you get so lost in speaking to him that you don’t even realize how much time has passed until he brings it up.

“It’s almost ten,” he says, sighing softly. The sigh seems somewhat sad, as though he may just be disappointed that the nights coming to an end, but also content, like he’s pleased with how he spent his night - you hope he is, as it was spent talking to you. “Can I bother you for your number? Or if that’s too personal, your instagram?” He asks, making you grin at how respectful he is and has been. Trusting him, and truly wanting to get to know him better, you give him your number, and wish him a good night.

While you can no longer see the man, his handsome face doesn’t leave your mind, and as soon as you begin to almost miss him, despite having just met him, your phone buzzes.

‘Hey, this is Yunho, the guy from the restaurant. It’s late but I was too impatient to wait until tomorrow to text you. So i’ll say goodnight and let you be. Enjoy the rest of your night. ❤️’

You smile widely at the message, and against your better judgement - the voice in your head insisting that you be responsible and go to sleep - you text him back. The two of you stay up way too late, as if you were teenagers and not adults. You don’t regret it, and neither does he. If only you could see just how big his smile is on the other end of the phone.

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❝𝐏𝐀𝐂: 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬/𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝?❞

What do you truly crave during masturbation? What do you need?

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Pile I

Reversed ace of swords

You need to stop thinking about others when you masturbate. Your thoughts are all scattered. I see an image of a deck of cards, all hearts scattered around, some cards on top of each other. Some are on the ground, some are ripped up, and then there is you. Feeling hopeless and lost. I'm feeling so sad and doubtful right now. This is your overall energy. 

What do you truly crave during masturbation?

Start to use sex toys on yourself instead of your fingers. You crave sexual intimacy and desire someone to touch you. So try adding vibrators, dildos, or dick rings (it keeps echoing in my head). Also, whenever you think about others, grab a pillow and add perfume to it. So whatever perfume reminds you of the person you constantly think of, spray it and leave it next to you. And when you crave their touch, smell the pillow, breathe in the scent, and then daydream about it. Intuition tells me you should also learn to be comfortable with yourself and be turned on by your own kinks rather than others. Because at the end of the day, you have yourself, right? So follow it through. Oh! And for those who are a system, try to focus on the kinks that have made you comfortable rather than your alters. And that it’s okay to like something different than your host. It doesn’t make you stupid; you’re valid to like something else. 

What do you need?

You need to learn how to focus on your own desires and what makes you comfortable. Learn to be comfortable in your presence and start craving what makes you happy, not others. Prioritize feeling comfortable in your body too. As for my followers with a system, learn how to feel comfortable with who you are instead of the body. Because you are still worthy of this reading, okay? Okay. :)

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Pile II

Seven of cups 

Wow, such beautiful energy. I am seeing a woman enchantingly walking on a stream of water barefoot. She has a long, beautiful white dress, and her face is illuminating. A smile is tainted on her lips, and her eyes are soft and pure. She keeps walking to seek something but becomes sad when she cannot reach it. You guys have the thing you need, but you walk past it because you are lost in your fantasies. 

What do you truly crave during masturbation?

Yourself. Intuition tells me that you crave yourself during sex instead of the one night stands you do. Instead of having sex with your lover, having friends with benefits, having a master or owner, having orgies—you name it. Start masturbating alone and be connected with that part of you. Stop seeking external energies because they can exhaust us; seek your own self. Sometimes, we become lost in the world and believe that to enjoy body pleasure or sex, we need someone else. But people always forget that you get that pleasure from yourself before you get it from others. Intuition always says, ‘’if you keep seeking other people for pleasure, you will forget yourself in the process. Start seeking what you need and what makes you hungry.’’ Basically, my intuition is saying, stop becoming hungry for other people and their sexual parts; start becoming hungry for your own. Start touching yourself. It’s okay to touch yourself; it's completely normal, almost everyone does it, and it doesn’t make you bad or embarrassing, so don't worry. Do things that make you happy, because if you keep seeking external pleasure, you will lose yourself in the process. 

What do you need?

Masturbate with yourself. Appreciate your own beauty; appreciate your own body. Become flustered with your own body. Do things for yourself. Don't feel bad if your sex partner or lover wants to have sex and you don't. Tell them how you feel, set boundaries, and let go of the worry. Breathe in and out a few times, and tell yourself those boundaries. You must value yourself because you need to heal that part of yourself. I keep hearing a cat, so maybe you’re into pet play and feel shameful about it. Don’t; it’s normal. Just learn to appreciate your kinks too.

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Pile III

Six of pentacles 

I see a child who throws tantrums constantly. Always begging their parents for something and always being called a spoiled brat. However, in this scenario, they are. They’re greedy, selfish, rude, and always need more, never appreciating what they have. Always seeking more. More fun, more riches, more attention—consumed by lust and gluttony. 

What do you truly crave during masturbation?

Gratitude. The energy I feel with you is stressful. I feel anxious and tired mentally, physically I feel icky; I feel greedy; and I feel very scared. I feel like everything is out to get me. That’s how you all feel, literally. I need you.. I need all of you to let go of the past and your ex and find gratitude and appreciation for yourself. I need you guys to understand that you cannot go insane and treat others badly because the ex that you were obsessed with left you; you must show respect for their decision. Because this obsession you guys are holding dearly isn’t going to help you in terms of sex or in general. As for what you need to do? Stop daydreaming about having sex with them again and just have rough sessions with yourself. You guys literally crave rough sex all the time; it’s always on your mind. So do it with yourself, and some of you guys are frantic witches, doing love spells to get them back.. So just stop. Just stop. It’s for your higher good and for them. The love spells will fuck you back; people have ruined their lives because of them. Is it worth it for one person? Learn to be in love with yourself! The things that you think are out to get YOU will if you DO the love spell, do you see the difference? So stop going after them and go after your own cravings with YOURSELF. 

What do you need?

Have rough sessions with yourself. Finger yourself faster, add more fingers, and don’t fist yourself. I know some of you are into that, but intuition says don’t do that. Of course, it’s up to you guys, but I hear something of tearing and anger. So perhaps when you heal from this, you can do it. I also hear that you should buy a dildo that has a vibrator attached (regardless of your gender) to masturbate, and those who aren’t into it should start using handcuffs and whips on themselves. I know that a majority of you are into spanking and being restrained, so do that. If you don't know how to, intuition says you can bend over something and grab a whip, paddle, whatever, and imagine someone hitting you with it, but it’s yourself. You can also tie a string to it and pull it as it spanks you. Also, intuition says, don't send evil eye or envy to other people; it will only come back to you tenfold, and I know you’re tempted to do it, but don’t. It’s not worth that revenge; what's worth it is healing yourself, okay? Alright. 

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Pile IV

Reversed Chains

I see someone powerful who had everything going well for them being thrown into a jail cell with nothing but water in a dog bowl and spoiled food. The guards are laughing at them, snickering at their suffering. As the person looks up and begs for them to end their suffering through death, the guards snicker at them. Instead of the person sobbing, there is hope within, and they have this desire to fight back and be who they were once. They won't allow others to hurt them; instead, they will find a way to escape the journey of hell. 

What do you truly crave during masturbation?

My loves, what you truly crave during masturbation is finding a quiet place to release yourself. A lot of you still live with your family or guardians, and finding somewhere to masturbate is challenging. Every time you try to do it, someone knocks on your door. Or if you share a room, you tend to go to the basement or the bathroom, and that’s hard too. Because your family is so demanding, you already know what you truly crave. Peace and quiet to masturbate. Sometimes you don't go out with them so you can secretly satisfy your cravings, or, in this case, treat yourself to masturbation. Sometimes you do it in the shower, but it’s hard to reach or relax as you do it. 

What do you need?

So intuition tells me that when you feel horny and need to masturbate, grab something that vibrates, add it to your vagina or dick, and sit down and do your own thing. Don't add it to a higher vibration even if you crave it; keep it at a low setting. If you don't have anything that vibrates, you could ask your parents, guardian, family member, etc. (even if you have abusive parents) to get you an electric toothbrush. And if you can remove the toothbrush part and allow the vibration to hit your spot, it could help soothe the craving. If you cannot or are interested in using it as a whole (if you have a vagina), then you can, but make sure to wrap yourself in a blanket and not wear headphones or earbuds when it happens so you don't get caught. Try to keep your volume up slightly compared to the sound and watch something normal, so no pornographic gifs, videos, games, etc. Intuition also tells me that you shouldn’t worry about it because you’re going to be okay. You could also grind on something; it’s not the same feeling, but it could help. I also hear that you could go to the bathroom and sit down in the bathtub or shower floor and simply touch yourself. Do it slowly, gently, and softly. Be delicate with yourself as you do it. They won't hear you if you go slow, and that delicate feeling will start to feel electrifying. 

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Pile V

Reversed seven of wands

I see a housewife always doing chores and never allowing herself to take a break. Her husband, a toxic man, comes inside and yells at her because his dinner isn’t in front of him. She breaks down in tears, and instead of comfort, he slaps her. He insults her until she feels despair. She looks up with anger, only to be shut out once again with a kick. The kick bruises her precious face and ruins her image. 

What do you truly crave during masturbation?

Okay, okay, so what's up with you guys thinking you aren’t allowed to masturbate? Is it based on religious trauma? Sexual trauma? How many times have your guardians, family, or parents shoved down the idea that you aren’t allowed to, and to relieve yourself, you must have sex with someone? So, I really need you to heal from that trauma because masturbation is normal and will not send you to hell. I’m not religious, so I wouldn't know, but I’m pretty sure the majority of religions are based on peace and letting your worries go to the higher being you believe in. If that’s the case, why would doing something that helps release your stress and helps you be more in tune with yourself be considered evil..? I don't see how that would make sense. Since I advise you to be on the journey of healing that trauma, for the time being, I want you guys to tell yourself it’s okay to do it. And if you still have guilt, intuition says you can rub your legs together (if you have a vagina) or squeeze your vagina. I hear that it can give you pleasure without actually touching yourself. Now if you have a dick, I want you to graze around your thighs, or, as intuition says, around your balls and allow the sensation to overlap with your desire for masturbation. 

What do you need?

You need to let go of your trauma around masturbation and know that it’s okay to do it. You need to understand that feeling horny is normal. Masturbation is normal. Desiring more in the sexual department is normal. All of these thoughts are normal; don't kill yourself over them. You’re human; it’s normal to have these thoughts. Let it go and understand that it’s okay to touch yourself, and if not, a slight graze around your thigh area or chest (regardless of your gender) would be beneficial since a lot of people don’t consider masturbation. 

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Pile VI

Reversed five of wands

I see two people dancing in a club, showing off their alcoholic beverages. Dancing along the platform where a light shines on them. As they dance in the spotlight, some are booing at them, and others are whistling at them. One of them becomes uncomfortable and sad and leaves. Then everyone starts booing at the person, but they do their own thing and keep dancing. That’s you. You don't care enough about others' opinions because you know what you want. 

What do you truly crave during masturbation?

Since you already know what you want, why not stop procrastinating and get it done? What’s stopping you? I don't see any blockage energy for excuses. And don't be like the second person who left (not that there's anything wrong with that, but hold your ground). Go ahead and have a sexy romantic bath with yourself already. Listen to sexy songs and feel good about yourself. Reversed five of wands is basically you being at the right point in your life; you have no worries right now, it’s a moment of peace. Take advantage of it and go wild with this bath. Have fun in the process. If you want to masturbate, go for it. Go for sensual moans; truly feel it and act sexy if you want. Just go for it. Kick the procrastination or fear away; you don’t need it. This is your confirmation that you’re in your calm period. Intuition says, ‘’just don't eat during the bath.’’ Intuition says that the food is going to drop in the bath, and you will lose that passion.

What do you need?

Relax and just do it. Stop procrastinating on this; it’s one of your fantasies after all. You see it in books or movies, so why not do it yourself? It’s nothing bad, you deserve the break after all. Besides, I’d rather see you feel good about yourself instead of dwelling in negativity, because what do you gain from it? Absolutely nothing. Oh! And if you can, add incense during it, or my intuition advises you to have candles, but with protection and far away from the bath. I keep smelling smoke and started to cough, it felt like I was in a house fire. And i keep hearing firefighters, SO I advise you to LISTEN to my intuition when it comes to candles. And if they or this scares you, then please go for incense or air fresheners instead. Go for a mint, wood, or lavender smell so you can feel relaxed, and lower the music so it can feel like a movie or music video. 

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🌸 NEST post incoming… 🌸

“In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.” ✨

Wow… I don’t even have the words to express the gratitude, bliss, and surreal feeling i have to have met all of the wonderful people at NEST. Thank you to everyone for the best time and for making my first NEST so unforgettable! I’m so sad I had to leave early, but the time I did get with everyone was BEYOND beautiful!! I met so many amazing loving people, the respectfulness and kindness (and bullying AHEM 🙄😜) I experienced from you all is just absolutely special and beyond any group/community I’ve been apart of. A HUUUGE thank you to the incredible organizers for creating such an amazing event. To my old and new friends: I LOVE YOU BIG!!

I know this is a kinda late NEST post hahah and I’m sure one day I’ll make a post of all the fun stuff that happened, or maybe I’ll keep some of it as memories between us, but I just absolutely had to make an appreciation post for the people that made it so special because that’s what it’s all about for me 🥰

~ firstly a huge thank you to @spiffytickler for being an amazing friend and the whole reason I even made it to NEST in the first place!! Seriously wouldn’t have even been there without you, and I’m so grateful to you, my dear friend ☺️ plus your pep talks and protector/“mother hen” energy was so appreciated, and I adore you ❤️

~ and of course the beautiful and sweet @yourlittlettoy with your illuminating presence and your sweet lil gifts just make my whole heart smile!! How did I get so lucky to know you let alone have a bestie in you!! ❤️❤️ I love you forever!

~ getting to meet and spend time with @kusugurihime was an absolute pleasure and joy, you’re such a sweetie pie! I can’t wait for us to reunite 🥹❣️

~ a huge thank you to @mister-ttt for being the sweetest friend, the best bidder HEHEH and just having a heart of gold, and being an amazing protector. Even though we met at NEST you’ve already easily become one of my favorite people and I see a sweet friendship blooming 🥰

~ getting to finally meet @toadallytickles was also a cherry on top!! Your kindness and attentiveness to your friends helps me see the sweetness in your soul and I’m grateful you extended that same sweetness to me, and I can’t wait to see you again ☺️

~ @puzz-ler we finally got to actually hug and have an amazing time after years of being friends, and you’re easily cementing your bestie status too 😂🫶🏾 as sassy as you can be 🙄 lol but you’re still great and so generous with your kindness, which I forever appreciate 🖤

~ and meeting @ticklita literally made my whole weekend that much better bc you’re such a sweet, kind, precious lil strawberry 🍓 and I can’t wait to visit you and see you again!! 🥰

Plus many, many, many more that would probably take up your whole page for miles hahah i wish I could tag every single person who made nest special! But I promise if I didn’t tag you, you still mean a lot to me. And simply put, I’m already dreaming of reuniting again with you all with massive hugs and cheek kissies soon 😘💋 I can’t wait to see you all again, and I hope everyone who went had a truly amazing experience. If we met and didn’t get each other’s info to keep in touch, please feel free to message me and connect! The giggles, laughter, teasing, bratiness, jokes, silliness, love, and just the right amount of “mean-ness” were perfect hehe. My lil subby lee heart is full and missing you all already ❤️

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[wroteclassicaly]

Having a baby with best-friend Gator and he’s scared to meet and hold his baby for the first time.

Boots make noise as they drift down the hallway slowly, his palms sweaty as he swipes them across his camo, jugular constricting upon a harsh swallow. When he comes into the room, he takes off his hat immediately, peering, brown eyes wide and scared, and he sees you nursing her. You look up at him, not having expected his appearance so soon. Roy had him out of town and he was on his way back as fast as he could be, last you heard. He admits relief it took a while, but guilt because of fear.

And you say it’s okay. He cautiously brings a chair up by the bed and is terrified to look. You reassure him.

“You know me. I mean, there’s a new girl here, but she has your eyes, she knows your voice, so… Nothin’ we can do about that now. She’s pretty chill though.”

This causes a smile to quirk his lips. His hands are trembling, watching you gently maneuver the swaddled bundle into a little jostle, patting her butt lightly as she continues to feed. “Gator, you don’t need to be afraid of her. She’s just a baby. She’s your baby.”

Pain prickles across his chest, beneath the layers he wears. What if he looks at her and feels hollow? What if he’s made of the same dead nothing as Roy? What if he can’t hold her right, hurts her? What if she gets scared in his arms?

You sense this, however, interjecting. You reach with your free arm, grasping his wrist. This gets him to tilt his glance a little more. Your voice is gentle, calm. “Hey, you’re her dad. You’re not yours, do you understand me?”

At that moment your daughter chimes in with a little whine, stirring in your arms, her tiny fist popping free of her blankets. Gator has no choice but to look now. And when he does stare at her, it’s not fear. You watch the mossy embers in his eyes mist over, his nose crinkling. You whisper in encouragement.

The moment that brown eyes meet brown, Gator feels something overwhelming happening, something he isn’t sure he can ever name, ever know if he’ll be able to handle sanely. He realizes in seconds flat, that it’s love for an extended part of him, something he made with the most important person who has ever been in his life. He loves his child. And you, you’ve never been more in love with him than this moment of watching him realize what he’s truly capable of feeling.

“She’s so pretty,” he says, gently letting a hand reach out and a finger brush along her soft, chubby little cheek. “She looks just like you.”

Your heart flutters at that, both of you sharing this immeasurable look, as he glances up at you. But a soft fussy set of cries break it apart. She’s let go of your breast, most likely needing to be burped. Gator looks distressed.

“What’s wrong with her? Did I scare her?”

You chuckle lightly, reaching on your beside for the burping cloth your nurse had left behind. “No, I think she just swallowed too much air and needs to burp. Don’t you, little girl?”

“Oh.” He’s nodding. “Do you… Should I go?”

“Please stay?” You answer automatically, your own chest feeling the pressure. “I just need some time with my family.” You let it slip out and don’t realize, but Gator does, and he won’t forget that.

You work to get the baby over your shoulder with the rag, but neither shoulder calms her, and switching positions to burp don’t work either. You begin to feel anxious, frustrated with yourself, calming down in time for Gator to ask you, “Can I try?”

You’re awestruck, but automatically grant him with a yes. He jumps up first, a slight panic to his tone. It amuses you. “Wait! Let me clean my hands first.” He gets back to you after (throughly) scrubbing his hands.

Then reality sets in. Oh, shit. He has to care for a human? Will he know how to? You’re bringing him back into the room when you scoot over a little and ask him to sit beside you in the bed.

He’s more gentle than you’ve seen come from him, watching as you hand him the rag, following your instructions to place it over his shoulder, and you’re lifting a tiny little body with his nose and his eyes, placing it into his massive hands. An imagine forever seared on your mind. She’s crying in quicker paces now, and he almost forgets how to breathe, but you’re still there.

“Over your shoulder. One hand on her head, support her body with your spare. That’s it. Jesus, your hands are insane compared to her head, Gator.” He gently eases her chin over his shoulder, keeping her head secure with one massive palm, letting it glide down to support her body, the other starting to pat her back at your insistence.

There’s about a minute more of her fussing, stretching over him, and then she lets out the cutest little sound you’ve ever heard. Gator laughs, patting her through the burp, bringing her away, his hand under her tiny head, his forearm lying beneath her small body, spare palm keeping her cradled and balanced to his chest. She calms down almost immediately, blinking up slowly at him, her little tongue poking out between her lips.

“Look at you. You’re scaring the shit outta me right now, but we’ve got this, I think.” Another baby noise comes from her, as if she’s responding, and his thumbpad caresses her tiny ear, astonished confidence clear in his voice. “Yeah, we’ve got this.”

And what you’re thinking right now?

Baby number 2, baby number 2. When? Gator is a dilf now. I made him a dilf.

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Study Break

18+ || MDNI || Content Warnings: SMUT, characters aged up, established relationship, language, praise kink, thigh riding, lil bit of breeding kink, semi public sex I think that covers it all

Word Count: 1480 exactly

Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

A/N: Happy Thirsty Thursday :) This was written in one sitting and not edited at all. I read through it once before going “yeah post it”

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MC was ready for summer. Summer meant NEWTs were done and she could take a month or so off to celebrate and relax before diving headfirst into her next adventure. She had spent the last two summers under an apprenticeship with Fatima Lawang, making the trip from Feldcroft to Keenbridge every day to study and learn business from someone she truly looked up to. She would be opening a small apothecary in the hamlet she now called home. It was a wonderful location, since she knew Bernard really stuck to selling beast byproducts and plants. She wouldn’t be encroaching on his market, and she could also source ingredients from him. It was going to be, thankfully, a mutually beneficial existence.

She had moved to Feldcroft at the end of their fifth year. Sebastian had nowhere else to live over the summer months, she really had nowhere to live over that time, and neither wanted to be alone. So, when that first year had come to an end, she just followed him home. He had started courting her about halfway through that summer. She had accepted and they had practically lived together like a married couple ever since.

Before she could get to the summer and enjoy her newfound freedom with the love of her life, she had to pass the NEWTs. In order to get her apothecary license, she needed to score high in Potions and Herbology at the very least, but that wasn’t going to be enough for her. The reputation of saving the wizarding world at fifteen years old meant she was expected to do exceedingly well on all of her NEWTs, and she was determined to do so.

She had taken up residence in one of the more secluded corners of the library. It always ensured that MC wouldn’t have to share the table and she could have all of her books open and spread out. Only a select few people knew of where she hid out to study, which limited the interruptions. Except in the case of her boyfriend.

She didn’t know how long she had really been studying when Sebastian finally sat beside her. She didn’t even look up from rereading a paragraph she had already read ten times before. She still retained nothing.

“MC. Love, you missed lunch. I brought you some food.”

“Thanks Bash. I’ll eat it in a minute. I just need to understand what this page is saying.”

He set the plate down and moved the book.

“Considering it’s well past lunch and I didn’t even see you at breakfast, I think you can’t understand the page because you’re hungry. Eat and take a break.”

MC glared at him, debating whether or not it would be worth the argument since they were both the most stubborn person the other had met. That train of thought was interrupted by a rather loud growl as she was betrayed by her own stomach. She ate the food that he brought her without further complaint.

While she ate, Sebastian sat beside her and scanned over the tomes she had laid out on the table. She was paying more attention to him instead. The way that his eyebrows furrowed when he was focused on a paragraph in one of the books and the way his lips moved silently with the words. She focused on his hands as he turned the page and the way that the muscles in his exposed forearms flexed even with that small movement. She could feel herself growing hotter by the second, and it led to the realization that she and Sebastian hadn’t been intimate in nearly three weeks. It could’ve been a record, honestly. Even before he was courting her, after they took each other’s virginities that first summer in Feldcroft, they hardly went more than a couple days without going after each other. The joys of two students living with no chaperone.

“I can feel you staring holes in the side of my head, MC. Have you finished eating? Do you want me to read to you to see if that helps you understand the material better?”

The way he cared for her had also always been one of her favorite things. She had never been good at keeping herself in check, but Sebastian always did his best to make sure she didn’t overextend herself.

“I—uh it’s mostly gone. But I was thinking about something else.”

“Were you? Care to share with the class, darling?”

“I could use your help. Just in a different way.”

He looked at her curiously for a moment before it seemed he registered the look on her face and his expression grew more heated.

“Have you been thinking too much? Do you want to turn that brilliant brain off for a minute?”

His tone was condescending, and while it would normally agitate her when he spoke to her that way, this time it felt different. She nodded slowly, her eyes not leaving his own while a smirk grew on his face.

“Do you remember over the winter holiday, you told me about how one of the girls had talked about grinding on a pillow when she didn’t want to do things herself and I made you do it for me? We don’t have a pillow here, but I bet I could have you grinding on something else and feeling as good as you did that night. Come sit on my thigh, darling. We’ll see if you can ride me like you rode that pillow. Maybe you’ll make just as big a mess on me.”

As she settled in on his lap, she was grateful she had opted for a skirt instead of one of the few outfits she had with pants. The back of the skirt that draped over her boyfriend’s knee would hopefully help hide what they were doing if anyone were to stumble back and find them.

She gave an experimental roll of her hips, and she felt Sebastian’s thigh flex beneath her. MC let out a shaky exhale as she did it again. The thin fabric of her knickers and the coarse fabric of Sebastian’s quidditch pants provided the most delicious friction to her clit. Sebastian’s large hands settled on her hips beneath her skirt, the feel of his fingertips on her bare skin lighting her nerves on fire.

“Make sure you stay quiet. Don’t need anyone hearing how I’m helping you study,” his voice purred, the effect going straight to her core.

As she grew more confident, her pace picked up. Sebastian helped, tensing his thigh and slightly pushing her hips down when she rolled them to make sure that the bundle of nerves she was focused on didn’t go a second without feeling something.

“That’s it, darling. Use me. Grind that needy little cunt on my thigh.”

MC gasped softly, biting her lip as the familiar tension in her lower stomach began to build. She was able to keep her volume down, but she couldn’t keep herself from whining and whimpering completely.

“Bash. Oh gods. I-I’m~”

“Keep going, darling. I can feel how bad you need it. That pretty pussy is drooling through my trousers. You’re making such a mess for me, my good girl. Go on. Cum on my thigh. You can do it, honey.”

With his encouragement and permission, she felt herself giving into the pleasure as her orgasm hit. Her hips stuttered, but Sebastian kept her in rhythm. She registered his low moan too, her chest heaving as she started to come down from her high.

MC’s hand moved to where she assumed she’d find Sebastian’s bulge, hard and aching for the attention she wanted to give it. Instead, her hand landed on a warm, wet patch on the front of his trousers.

“Sebastian Sallow,” she spoke his name low and soft, her frazzled brain slowly putting the pieces together as she looked up at him. “You came in your pants. Untouched. Because of me?”

The boy’s freckled cheeks flooded with color as he blushed. Her normally suave boyfriend seemed embarrassed by this turn of events.

“I may have. You didn’t see yourself. Or hear yourself for that matter. I didn’t realize it was going to happen until it just…happened.”

“That is one of the hottest things you’ve ever done. If we can sneak down to the library floo flame without getting caught, we can make it to the ROR. And I can give you something else to cum in.”

He let out a dark chuckle, looking at her with blown pupils.

“You think this is a game, MC? Hmm? Merlin, I’m gonna get you so fucking pregnant.”

Her eyes widened, and she couldn’t stop the giggle that fell from her lips. She was still giddy as she pulled him down the stairs and towards the floo flame on the back wall.

Thank Merlin for study breaks.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy fic #sebastian x mc #sebastian sallow smut #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow fic #sebastian sallow x mc

[spookwyrdie]

Hiii 👋🏻 I'm the anon that requested the Seungmin fic and I can't tell you how happy I am that you wrote it and so quickly too!! It was so so so much better than what I had imagined🥰🤭 Thank you soo much for writing it🤗❤️ and ik you literally JUST posted it but please a part 2 sometime? I'm soo curious to know what reader will do to Seungmin once they finally get home.☺️😚 Personally I'm thinking about tying him up a lil and edging him more and then just overstimulating him to oblivion cuz canon Seungmin has a pain kink and that just messes me up every time I remember 🤭🤤 but I wanna know what you had in store for him hehe😈

Hi Anonnie 🥰 Finally got attacked by visions of subby Seungmin again enough to finish up this part 2!

{part one can be found here}

Only Wanna Be With You {part 2}

sub!Seungmin x domme!reader

warnings: smut, sexual content, noona kink, vibrators, edging, ruined orgasm (I promise it's okay in the end lol), overstimulation, 18+ ONLY, MDNI

summary: After your evening of teasing at the karaoke bar, Seungmin is desperate to feel you. But his eagerness might get the better of him

word: 3.6k

You let Seungmin drag you into the house, pausing every few steps to draw you in a heated kiss. You even let him drag you all the way into the bedroom, pressing your body up against the closed door and sucking red marks into your neck. His hands roam your body, grabbing onto any part of you harshly, squeezing any bit of your flesh that he can. He’s insatiable, body pressed up against you, crashing into you like a wave breaking over a rocky shore. 

You let him lead the way for a bit, getting lost in the moment and his desperation. As your tongues entwine, he growls into the kiss, pulling away to nip at your bottom lip. He shifts position to slot a thigh between your legs, tilting your hips to grind against him. 

When his domineering side peeks through, it makes it all the more fun for you to take control and watch him crumble. You let him believe he’s the one in charge for a few minutes, rocking your hips against him, whimpering into his kiss. He’s so worked up from your fun at the karaoke bar that he forgets you still hold on to the one thing that will make his knees buckle.

You sneak your phone out of your pocket, knowing full well that Seungmin is too far gone in the moment to notice. You crack one eye open as you open the app for the remote control of the vibrator still sitting snug around his hardening cock. He’s still lost in you, obsessed with the way you feel against him, hungry for you. Your thumb taps the button and amps up the vibration to almost the highest setting.

He yelps as his hips jerk towards you. As expected his knees turn to jelly and he collapses his weight against you, shaking from the sudden onslaught of sensation. The agony of pleasure paints his features, his brow furrowed and his jaw slack. He chokes on the moan that tries to escape. You kiss along his jaw to his ear and chuckle. 

“Nice try, Minnie,” you murmur. “A valiant effort, truly.”

He slides down your body, knees dropping him to the carpet. His fingers grip harshly onto your thighs as he whimpers, hips shuddering beneath you. He looks up at you, pleading in his eyes.

“Y/n… please-” 

“Oh, it’s not Y/n tonight,” you say, cupping his cheek. “Tonight, it’s Noona.”

You turn the vibration down to the lowest level. Reaching out, your fingers grip the collar of his shirt, dragging him back up to a standing position. You pull Seungmin close to your face, tilting your head leaning in like you’re going to kiss him. Just as his eyes close, you run your hand up his neck to his mouth, slipping two fingers inside gently. He whines as he wraps his lips around your digits, the hot silk of his mouth pulling you in. 

Using the leverage of your fingers in his mouth, you push him gently until he starts to walk backwards one step at a time. You walk him across the room this way until the back of his knees meet the mattress. Pulling your fingers out of his mouth, he falls into a seated position.

“I want your clothes off in the next 2 minutes. Go.”

He scrambles to undress himself, tearing off his shirt and fumbling with his belt. You cross your arms, standing in front of him, eye raking over him. His cock strains against his underwear, a small wet spot already visible in the fabric. When he’s finished, he sits on the bed and places his hands on his own thighs, flushed cock standing at attention.

“Good boy,” you purr, caressing his cheek.

His whole face lights up at the praise, eyes sparkling in the low light. You grin as you look over him, tilting his chin up and capturing his lips. He moans into your touch, hands balling into fists on his thighs, desperate to feel you. You lean into him, pressing a knee into the mattress between his legs. Seungmin’s cock twitches at the brush of your thigh and you can feel the vibrator thrumming away on the lowest setting.

“Y/n- I mean Noona…” he whispers. “Can I touch you?”

“You can do more than that, Minnie,” you say. “I need you to get me out of my clothes too.”

Grabbing his wrists, you feel a slight tremor in his hands when you place them on your body. His moves are tentative, each article of clothing he looks up and asks for a silent permission to continue. Soon his fingers graze over the textured lace of your bra, sliding around back to unhook it. 

Your breasts spill out of the cups as he takes off the garment, your nipples already pebbling in the cool air of the room. His eyes are locked on them, aching to have them in his mouth. He looks up again at you, eyes wide and full of asking. You run your hands over your breasts, rolling your nipples between your fingers, gasping at the touch. A whine builds low in the back of his throat while you tease him before you finally nod, giving him permission.

Seungmin wastes no time wrapping his lips around your nipple, hands coming up to knead at the soft flesh. Massaging and sucking on your skin with his warm mouth leaves you gasping. He uses his teeth to gently graze over the sensitive bud, drawing a moan from your throat. He’s just so good with his mouth.

While his mouth is occupied, his hands move down to your panties, hooking his thumbs in the elastic and pulling them down your hips. The fabric is wet, a string of arousal clings to them as Seungmin peels them off. When they drop to the floor, his hands slide back up to grip onto your ass, pulling you towards him again. Your hand snakes down, grabbing him tenderly by the throat and pulling his face away from where his tongue flicks over your nipple and back up to your face. 

Your lips collide in one devastating short kiss before you pull away. 

“Mouth, I need your mouth on me,” you pant out. Seungmin stands, lifting your body, and lays you down on the bed. He crawls up the bed, capturing your lips once more. You slip your fingers into his hair and grasp hard. He keens at the touch, his hips shaking and cock bobbing. He slots himself in between your thighs, your legs wrapping around his hips automatically. 

The way the tip of his cock brushes across your arousal has you both delirious. Seungmin rocks his hips against you, his cock slipping between your folds, grazing your clit with each movement. You meet his movement, grinding into his cock, whimpering into his mouth. Suddenly, you still, fingers grabbing his hair once more to pull him away. 

“I said I need your mouth, Minnie.” 

He already looks so fucked out, his expression dazed as he meets your eyes. He grins a dopey little grin, swooping down to peck you on the lips before shifting his body down until he’s level with your cunt.

“Of course Noona,” he says, looking up at you from below. He sticks out his tongue with a smile on his face, about to make contact with your with your clit when you interrupt him.

“Now there’s one rule you have to follow.”

“Anything, Noona,” he hums.

You pick up your phone once again and his eyes go wide.

“You’re not allowed to cum until I say so.”

The buzzing of the vibrator fills the room before Seungmin whines, hips rutting into the bed. His fingers dig into your thighs as you chuckle.

“Noo-nAAH…” he moans out in a low pitch, eyes scrunched shut. “Fffuck!”

You lower the vibration a smidge with a wicked smile on your face. Seungmin looks up at you again, his lashes wet from exertion. His cock is so overly sensitive from edging him and teasing him in public - not that you’re going to let up any time soon. The longer it takes, the better it feels. You reach down to ghost your thumb over his reddened cheek.

“Put that filthy mouth to work, Minnie.”

He nods, a devilish determination sparkles in his eye. He hooks his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to him and descends onto your cunt, kissing your wetness gently before devouring you. His tongue flat against you, he licks long stripes between your lips, savoring the taste. You buck your hips towards him, chasing away the ache from being turned on all night. Seeing Seungmin flushed and hard while he was on stage, and now fixated on making you cum with his tongue, has you wound so tightly already. 

His hips start grinding into the mattress again, whimpering into your cunt as you grab onto his hair. His tongue flicks against the swollen bundle of nerves as sloppy, wet sounds fill the room. You alternate between praising him and cursing at the way he has you pinned down, sucking your clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around. It makes you dizzy hearing him moan into you.

You have just enough clarity of mind to grab your phone again and turn the vibration up, using your thumb to bounce the speed to the rhythm of his licks. With his cock trapped between his body, the vibrator, and the mattress, he shudders. His skin is buzzing as he pleads against your cunt for release. His desperation to cum paired with his desperation to make you cum first are battling inside of him. You see the way that tears well up in his eyes, decorating his lashes as he looks up at you from below. 

“Noona, I’m-!” he whines, voice cracking.

You shut off the vibrator completely, taking your feet and pressing them into his hips to stop them from moving. He nearly sobs in frustration, taking away the friction he needs to reach his peak. 

“FUCK!”

“I said no cumming until I say so.”

“But, Noona…” he whines, nose and cheeks flushed from unshed tears and desire. 

“No, you have one job right now, Min,” you say. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll make sure you get a reward. Do you want to be a good boy?”

He bites his lip and nods. 

“Good. Get back to work, love.”

A new emotion crosses his features, something like a vulnerable confusion. You’ve never called him “love” before, and it makes his heart flutter. Instead of asking you about it in the moment, he dives right back into you, tenderly kissing your cunt before teasing your clit.

It doesn’t take long to bring you to the edge again, your hips shaking as you squeeze your thighs around Seungmin’s head. He couldn’t care less that he can’t breathe in this moment. Hearing your cries and feeling you gush arousal on his tongue would be pleasure enough to die happily between your legs, lips wrapped around your clit. Breathing can wait. 

You whimper as you chase your high, grinding into his face as he barrages your cunt with his hot mouth. He groans, the sound reverberating in the very core of you. With a cry, your orgasm snaps through you, shattered by Seungmin’s tongue. His hands hold you down as you thrust against his face. As your muscles flutter around him, he doesn’t let up, lapping at you with the same fervor. 

It’s too much as you start to come down from your high. His tongue still flicks across your swollen clit, each lick sending a shock of painful pleasure zipping through your body. You tangle your hands in his hair again and pull him off your cunt with a lewd, slick pop! 

He greets you with that same dopey, fucked out smile, proud of his work. His chin is covered in your essence and he licks his lips.

“Kiss me,” you say, panting. 

You’re still trying to catch your breath as he clambers up your body and presses his lips to yours. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it drives you insane, pulling him closer to your body.

Even though his cock is still hard and leaking from neglect, he settles into your embrace. Your lips slide over his lazily and he’s content with just this. He just wants you in any capacity you’re willing to give him. Both of you notice his cock twitch when you mewl into his mouth, becoming very aware of how much he’s still throbbing with the need for release. 

You detach from his mouth and catch his gaze, tear streaks drying on his cheeks. He smiles at you, adoration plain on his face, until you sneak your hand between your bodies and gently brush the length of him with your fingers. 

“You did so good for me, Minnie,” you say. “Tonight, you get a little treat for that.”

You scoot up the bed until you’re sitting up against the headboard. Opening your legs, Seungmin looks at you curiously as you pat the spot between them. He crawls over to you, finding your lips again in a sweet, short kiss until you take him by the shoulders and gently turn him to face the other direction. His back presses up against your chest as you wrap him in an embrace, pressing light kisses to his neck.

“Noona, wh-”

“Shhh,” you hush him, pulling him closer, trailing your tongue over the shell of his ear.

He fully melts into your touch, his cock bobbing against his lower belly as his body relaxes. You rake your nails through his hair then roam around his body with a ghost of a touch. 

“Open your legs,” you whisper, grazing your nails lightly over his thighs.

He giggles, a shy little noise, as he spreads his legs. You caress over the delicate skin between his thighs and he sighs. Your hands snake around his middle as the heels of your feet hook around his thighs, prying them open further, confining him in such an exposed position.

“Noona…” he whines breathlessly, wiggling his hips. Despite his attempts to move, you have the leverage, bracing your feet into the bed to keep his thighs apart.

“I’ve got you, Minnie,” you whisper, grazing your teeth over his neck. “It’s my turn to play.”

He shudders in your grasp, hips jerking forward as your fingers skim over his nipples. The fabric of the bedsheet bunches in his clenched fists, head thrown back over your shoulder. The little whines that leave his mouth make you chuckle.

“I’ve barely touched you, are you that impatient?”

“Don’t laugh at me!” Seungmin wails. “So much teasing….all night…”

He pouts at you, thrusting his hips up slightly as you laugh. Your fingers trail down, brushing over his length ever so lightly. A bead of pre-cum leaks out of his tip. 

“Poor thing,” you coo, tauntingly. “You’re a mess.”

He hums miserably. He tries to close his thighs around your hand to trap it against his cock, but your legs hold him open as he writhes in your grasp. Your mouth latches on to his neck, sucking a bruising mark into his soft skin. The way your fingers trail around his girth, holding the tip of his cock in your touch and bouncing him gently in your hand. He moans at the way you’re playing with him, his cheeks flushing with the burn of embarrassment and a hot streak of lust. He feels like he’s back on stage in front of everyone, cock hard while he tries to keep his composure and sing. You’re controlling his every move and he’d gladly let you. 

The first full stroke over his cock has him keening, more pre-cum flowing from his tip. Your other hand rests lightly around his jaw. Two of your fingers press into his mouth and he sucks them down greedily with a hum, he thrusts himself into your touch, chasing the minute friction you’re allowing him. 

He braces his arms around your thighs, using the leverage to arch his back further in your embrace while he pumps into your hand. Drool spills from his mouth around your fingers as he fucks himself with your hand, slamming his eyes shut. He’s so close, the edge is approaching faster than he expected. He’s babbling, his hips stutter as he races towards his release-

Your hand leaves him completely and he sobs at the loss.

“Greedy little thing!” you say. Your hand comes down firmly on his thigh, slapping wetly against his skin. 

He throws his head back against your shoulder as he cries out, his cock still throbbing without your touch. Oh god, he can’t hold it back, tears slip down his cheeks again as he realizes he’s at the point of no return. Pearly white fluid leaks out of his tip, pooling against his pubic hair. He hasn’t even crested his peak yet but his cock acts like it’s crossed the finish line already as it bobs in the air, searching for stimulation. He ruined his own orgasm by chasing rather than receiving, by being selfish in your touch. He sobs against you, shame bubbling in his chest while his cum leaks out of him pathetically. He buries his face in his hands, unable to stop crying.

Emotions run high as you soothe him, still holding him tightly in your embrace. You gently reach up to his hands, threading your fingers in his, waiting for his breathing to slow down a bit more. 

“It’s okay, Minnie,” you murmur, planting soft kisses on the back of his neck. “I’ve got you.”

“This fucking sucks so bad!” Seungmin tries to wrench out of your grasp, but you hold him firmly against you.

“Hang on, Min. Give yourself a moment.”

“I already came! It was fucking pathetic!” He throws his head back against your shoulder, covering his eyes with his hand. “It just…leaked out of me, I didn’t even cum, but I sort of did? Who the fuck does that!”

You hush him, rocking him back and forth while he struggles with the sickly wave of feeling. After a few moments, he’s silent.

“Min?”

He hums in response, lost in his own downward spiral of sticky shame.

“Sweetie, your cock is still hard.”

His head perks up in confusion. He looks down at his cock to still find it standing tall, flushed and throbbing. 

“Oh…”

“Do you want me to continue?”

“Y-yes…” he says in a small voice. 

You gingerly take his cock in your hand, gauging his reactions. He hisses at the sensation, extra sensitive but not in the painful kind of way. He moans as you stroke over him carefully.

“Fuck, that feels so good, Noona,” he turns his head towards you, looking into your eyes. He furrows his brow, his eyes sparkling as he whimpers. 

“See? Your body is so good for me. It still wants you to feel good while also listening to the rules,” you murmur against his lips.

He nods, eyes fluttering shut as your hand picks up speed. This time, the feeling is more than just in his cock, it’s spreading warmth throughout his whole abdomen. His heart flutters in the safety of your grasp as you pump him in your hand. His heart racing as he feels his balls tighten, wanting to burst forth. The edge approaches much faster this time, a wave of pleasure rocketing through his body.

“N-noona….” he whines, his jaw slack. “Can I cum, please?”

You lean down to capture his lips as he groans into your mouth, tongues entangled as your hand keeps its momentum on his cock. He arches his back against you again, hips lifted off the bed.

“Yes, Minnie, cum for me!” you say.

His cock started pulsing before the words were even fully out of your mouth. Thick ropes spill out of him as he cries out, his muscles spasming after the last few hours of teasing. You hold him up as his back arches off of the bed completely, pumping him through his orgasm. Your hand keeps moving as his body starts to writhe from the overstimulation. The pain and pleasure jolts through him as he screams from your touch, cheeks red, and tears streaming down his face. Eventually, you catch him as he collapses against you, all the pent up energy spent in the matter of one moment. Seungmin is covered in a fine sheen of sweat, his chest heaving as he takes a deep breath in, forgetting that his lungs need air.

Contentment washes over him as you caress over his heated skin, pressing kisses against his temple. 

“That was amazing, Min,” you murmur against his ear.

He hums in response, exhausted.

You shift gently as you get up to grab a wet washcloth to clean the two of you up. His hands find your body, holding you in his tired grasp, as you gently rub the cloth against his skin. Aftercare is one of the best parts of any sort of night you have together, the affection is overwhelming as it floods the room. You build up a sense of safety again, emotionally and physically, with one another.

You join him in bed again with some water nearby as he pulls you into an embrace. Your lips meet in a languid kiss, both of you too fucked out to lift your heads.

“Seungmin, I have a question for you,” you say, voice gravelly from the night’s activities.

“Anything,” he replies.

You shift to a sitting position, looking him deep in the eyes.

“Why Hootie and the Blowfish?”

#skz smut #stray kids smut #seungmin x reader #seungmin smut #smut requests #request #not proofread #if you notice any mistakes... mind your business

[whore4batfam]

Bruce put his head in his hands.

"I don't want that," he said, not looking up. "I want you to want to be good, I want you to want to be better. It's not about consequences and punishments. It's about who you are."

#:(((( #i wrote this years and years ago #and now as an older adult it makes me sad and hurts me #when you try so hard and fail so hard #and you’re trying to raise *people* and everything feels like it’s your fault if they’re. well. people. #we seek perfection and for us perfection means ‘better than me’ #be better than me be better than me #and in the meantime children keep saying ‘look at me! look at ME’ #and you say what’s there to look at? you’re so young you have to build yourself. I’m here if you need me #I’m here if you need me why don’t you take my hand #and they don’t see you there and won’t take your hand because that feels like a betrayal #they need to be a person. they NEED to be a person #and if you’re there how can they truly be a person?? #and you understand and you step back and you look at them go #and don’t even wait for the day for them to look back #you just keep praying ‘better than me. better than me’

[fastidious-and-a-mess]

guys can we PLEASE stop shipping riz w people. honestly at this point i kind of don’t even care if you yourself are also acespec/arospec/aspec.

yes, aspec people can be in relationships, etc etc, but riz specifically has expressed over and over and over again that that is something he personally has absolutely zero interest in.

he’s not just canonically aroace, he also canonically does not want a relationship.

“aroace people can be happy in romantic/sexual/queerplatonic relationships” is a true statement. “people who do not want to be in any kind of monogamous committed relationship can be happy in a monogamous committed relationship” is quite a bit harder to argue.

i’m just so sick of it. i’m glad we all understand that there’s nuance to aspec identities, and everyone’s expressions of and experiences with their own aspec identities are going to be different and personal.

like, it’s not even just about the asexual/aromantic aspect anymore. it’s also just refusing to let him not want to be in a relationship. why are so many people so resistant to the idea that he does not want to be in a relationship. like genuinely, why can you not accept that there are people who just don’t want that. who would just be unhappy in a relationship. why can’t you wrap your head around the idea that wanting a relationship is not a thing that everyone secretly wants. like, No, he hasn’t just not “met the right person” yet. because there is no right person. because he’s simply not interested.

this post is kind of rambly and not as effectively phrased as it could be i think but idc.

TL;DR: riz being aroace is not the only reason to not ship him. he also, explicitly and repeatedly, has stated he does not want to be in a relationship. “aspec people can be in relationships” is completely irrelevant because regardless riz simply does not want a relationship. please just respect thag.

edit: plz don’t like this is u wont rb. i won’t guilt you into rbing, it’s ur blog i’m not ur dad do what u want etc etc. it’s just irritating for me personally to see ppl interacting w this but not willing to actually put it on their blogs.

#sorry to keep this ‘’’’’’’ discoure ‘’’’’’’ alive #im just sooooo tired #i just don’t understand how so many people can see this character have such a significant part of characterization be about how #he does not want to be in a Relationship at all and how that affects him and his relationships with the people in his life #and then go ‘what if he was in a Relationship with his best friend’ #like come on!! #i don’t care how you define the Relationship. i don’t care about your own personal identity. #i don’t care about whatever reasons you come up with the justify why it’s actually totally fine #the bottom line is riz does not want that for himself and you’re deciding that that’s not worth respecting #sorry fabriz enjoyers but i wish you guys would just stfu #dimension 20 #fantasy high #riz gukgak #edit continued: ik it’s all just online fandom stuff. but it’s also representative of a larger issue #of people just being incapable of comprehending that some people don’t want relationships. or even past that; that some people actively want #to Not be in relationships. it’s people coming into contact with a person (character) like that and believing that that just can’t be true #that that person Must secretly actually want a relationship. even if they don’t know it. they just haven’t met the right person yet. etc etc #if you can’t give up outting riz in any kind of relationship then you cannot accept that some people really truly do not want relationships #that’s FINE. PLEASE just respect that

[elizabeth-dicewielder]

Having emotions about Naminé again

#kh #naminé #okay but. thinking about it #from the day you’re born you know you were never meant to exist #and you know the only reason people want you around is to use you #and they tell you that and tell you how horrible you are #and you find that the only way to get people to love you is to force them to love you #either by rewriting their lives and destroying their identity #or by creating a new person with almost no agency altogether #and with two people fighting over how much they love you you still are not truly loved #and one of them dies for you and the other asks to forget you #and how could you do anything but comply? you made him love you you destroyed him it isn’t real #and then you are alone again #and others like you come to you for answers and the only thing you can do is lead them to their deaths #in repayment to the boy you destroyed who was kind to you anyway #and you too die for the person the boy truly loved #and yes you come back #but how do you know anything will be different this time? #aaaaaahhhh #okay but now that i think about it with what happened to roxas and xion… #naminé… grim reaper… do you get what i’m saying #abby don’t look

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

I love learning ASL it’s so good. Makes me happy to learn it. I’m so glad my university has classes for it with professors actually steeped in Deaf culture.

#blue chatter #am I good at ASL? hahahahahahaha. no. #ASL and English grammar are incredibly different and even when I remember my vocab I am easily clockable as hearing #but I do have some language capacity now. enough to communicate the basics. #and I just. genuinely really enjoy it. it’s fun to learn and engaging in a way most of my classes just aren’t. #and I can. yanno. communicate respectfully w Deaf ppl. and learn about their culture #which is incredibly important given that I want to go into a field where there is a higher incidence than typical of Deaf people #autistic? you’re more likely to be Deaf! #not to mention the fact that sign language can sometimes be a useful alternative to speech for nonspeaking/nonverbal people #depending on the person obvi; some nonspeaking/nonverbal autistics cannot use sign language and that’s okay #but surely at some point I will encounter either a Deaf client or a nonspeaking/nonverbal client who uses ASL #and when that time comes I should have some idea of how to communicate with them #I also rly like the Deaf church by my parents’ house #their community is really welcoming and their services are really interesting #I think it’s rly cool how they take intentions directly from the congregation #they’ll raise their hands and then sign what their intention is from their pew to the ambo #which is rly neat #it is funny bc every time I go the Deaf ppl I talk to will tell each other ‘go slow she’s hearing’ #which is ENTIRELY fair bc. I am hearing. and I do need them to go slower. #but it also makes me laugh bc truly everyone knows within a few minutes. #oh hey the new person? they’re hearing. yeah they’re learning ASL at college. sign slowly for her. #which again makes sense bc a big Deaf culture thing is keeping ppl informed. it’s not gossip it’s getting everyone on the same page. #Deaf ppl do NOT beat around the bush that is like the height of rudeness to them. u say what u mean goshdangit. do not waste their time. #which I appreciate the heck out of bc i don’t have to try and phrase things delicately or w/e #it was also funny bc my mom came w me while I was home for Christmas and they asked her if I was her kid #and she said yes. and the lady running the kid’s craft corner thing was like ‘great you’re doing a craft now’ #and I’m sitting there. visibly over 18 years old. amongst several seven year olds. trying desperately to figure out how to say hot glue gun #I made a v pretty pinecone tree it was a lot of fun ^-^