#couples who continue to teach each other new things!!!! they're so!!!

[tending-the-hearth]

nerds (affectionate)

#eric and belle: *ranting abt their favorite things and subjects and stories* #ariel and adam: *staring at them with literal hearts in their eyes* #couples who continue to teach each other new things!!!! they're so!!! #disney #beauty and the beast #the little mermaid #belle #prince adam #ariel #prince eric

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Memento Mori - Jschlatt x F!Reader (Zombie AU!)

1/? -> Next Part (Coming soon)

Plot: New York City is not the most pleasant place to be stuck in during a zombie apocalypse, especially as a tourist from another country. After just barely escaping a dangerous situation, Y/n finds herself saved by a standoffish man named Schlatt who seems to think she's more trouble than she's worth. Unfortunately, the perilous world the couple has found themselves in requires them to stick together in order to survive, even if they can't stand each other. Warnings: Zombie apocalypse typical violence, Descriptions of blood, wounds, and fainting. guns. Word Count: 2160

A/N: It's been a while! I'm sorry I keep promising fics that never appear, I've had a hectic school and exam semester. I ended up submitting my wips to my prof for grades so I couldn't post them unfortunately. Luckily they're back now so I'll be revising and trying to get into a good schedule. I hope you enjoy this one especially, I've been sitting on it forever!

 “Just tell me, once this is over, would you stay with me? Would you want me like this?” The tall brunette’s voice was filled with a sense of nervous urgency, his brown eyes that were usually filled with a closed off sense of overconfidence pleading to you with unfallen tears of affection. 

You were quiet, your mouth unable to function as you looked at him with sad, wet eyes. It was a shock, seeing the man so desperate before you. He was usually cocky or angry, nothing like this… It made you wonder how things turned out this way. How you both ended up in such a fucked up situation. How you couldn’t give him a true, honest answer. - Memento mori

Remember you must die

Your whole body felt weak and faint while your shoes slammed against the ground as you ran down the street, the heavy black backpack you had slung over your shoulder was causing your body to tilt to the right underneath its weight, your hands constantly adjusting its position on your shoulder out of discomfort. The sunrise was slowly dipping below the horizon, casting a heavenly golden light between the buildings, although it did little to save you from the summer heat that the excess of pavement in the city amplified, coating your body in an uncomfortable sheen of sweat. Although you were dressed light in your too small shorts and thin tank top that was about half holes half fabric, your flesh felt as if it was physically melting off of you from the heat. You were lucky people forgot about sun safety during the apocalypse, it meant you were easily able to scavenge for good sunscreen, although you probably had sweat so much off by now that it wouldn’t do anything. The yelling from the men behind you made the situation all the more frantic, especially with the addition of the heavy and steady stream of warmth on the lower right side of your stomach that refused to go unnoticed. Your amateur attempt at stitches had ripped a while ago when the chase began, and the reopened wound was clearly the cause of your woozy feeling. Somehow, Despite the dire situation, you felt a desperate jolt of regret in your body for not letting your grandmother teach you more about sewing past the basics when you were a child.

You sharply turned the corner, running into an alleyway. The quick turn disoriented your lightheaded body. Time felt thick and slow as two options presented themselves to you; climb the nearby fire escape and find a way out through the apartment complex (but risk being cornered inside), or continue down the alleyway to the street it connected to and risk being ambushed on the other side. The sound of your heartbeat played as a steady yet fast paced drum in your ears as you heard the sound of the men’s running feet slamming on the pavement coming closer and closer. Your mind envisioned the bullets that would swiftly pierce your skin once they found you. The feeling of your body collapsing onto the pavement in a painful heap that was warm and sticky with your blood seeming more like a prophecy than a possibility. With sweaty hands you scrambled on top of the nearby dumpster and grabbed a hold of the fire escape ladder. The rusty appendage creaked dangerously under your weight. You could feel even more stitches tearing as you pulled yourself up. Your battered and weak body yelled at you to stay still and rest as you made it onto the platform, collapsing onto your stomach. Acting on adrenaline alone, you pulled yourself shakily onto your hands and knees and sent the hardest kicks you could to the ladder, causing it to slam into the ground below and render your pursuers unable to follow you up. Just as they rounded the corner to the alley, you crawled through the broken window of the apartment, only just barely avoiding detection. The tan carpet was moldy, presumably from rain entering through the broken window you had used to get in. Still, you collapsed into a heap on the carpet, panting heavily from the run. You were especially unlucky to have been in New York City as a tourist when the apocalypse broke out four months ago. Even though quite a bit of time had passed since the apocalypse broke out, you were still a novice at navigating the concrete jungle, which made avoiding scavenging in places already claimed by hostile groups of survivors a difficult task. You were honestly surprised you even managed to escape the current situation alive and find a safe spot, although the whole interaction was not worth the lone can of beans that had started the whole conflict. You hardly had time to catch your breath before your weak and disoriented body was quickly pulled up into a kneeling position by the now unbearably heavy backpack you wore, your tired body feeling much like a ragdoll. The cocking of a gun and cold metal pressed against your head soon followed.

You didn’t even have the energy to be scared anymore. Your mind was woozy, the world spinning from the blood that flowed and flowed uncontrollably from your weakened body, and the only thing you had the strength to do was wonder what death would be like. It sounded nice to no longer exist, to not think or experience anything anymore, to have your consciousness absorbed by an unending black void. To not be. But as death placed a cold, metal kiss to the back of your forehead, you couldn’t help but picture a set of sheer white curtains. You would feel content, watching them tinged orange from the sun that set over your childhood hometown through the window. The breeze softly leaving small kisses all over your face as you stood a few meters away from the open window, the curtains dancing in the gentle wind transfixing you to the sight. It would smell like the irreplaceable evenings spent with your friends as you waited for someone to start a bonfire. You would feel like you did once you finished swimming in the quarry on a perfectly warm summer day, but without the soggy feeling of being wet. It would be the manifestation of being hugged by a loved one you hadn’t seen in a while, your bodies pressed together into a gentle yet tight embrace, a soft feeling coating your body. You never wanted to let go. As the world seemed more and more distant, you squeezed your eyes shut, savouring the image you could practically taste upon your tongue. Death would be easy. It would be safe. It would be peaceful. It would all be okay. It would all be okay. It would all be okay. By the time your body slumped face first onto the floor, you were no longer around to experience the sensation of falling.

-

You woke up in a bed that someone you would never know once called their own, dust and the powder of broken plaster covering nearly all possible surfaces in the dilapidated yet fairly well kept bedroom. A steady breeze was blowing in through the large broken window, the sheer white curtains that flowed with it were tinged yellow with both age and the light from the setting sun that lowered solemnly into the horizon. The wind from the half opened window grazed against your skin as you inhaled the crisp, thick breeze into your lungs and felt your body be painted in a heavenly gold by the ethereal golden hue. The pain that seeped into every bit of your being breathily whispered into your ear that this was not heaven. A faint rustling grew closer and closer to the door of the room. You wanted to sob loudly as you propped yourself up in the bed feeling a tightness in your side where your wound had been. It wasn’t moving like the rest of your body. You peeled off the covers gently, bandages covering the biggest problem area and more staring back at you. You had been patched up. You carefully put the covers back on as if any exposure to air would ruin it. Your still adjusting eyes wandered around the room, cautiously searching for something to use as a weapon against whatever could be making the noise that came from just outside the door. The only reason you could imagine having been cared for by a stranger was if they belonged to one of those radical fringe cults that began popping up after the apocalypse hit. Unfortunately, you had no interest in joining them and they never took too kindly to rejection. You inhaled sharply as the room’s door opened and perhaps the tallest man you had seen in person entered the room, a can of beans with a spoon stuck out of it looking small as he held it in his hand. His hair was brown and long enough to peek out of the weathered New York Yankees cap placed on his head, a stray bit falling in front of his face. The man’s facial hair was odd, styled into a mustache and mutton chops although it was roughly trimmed, likely a result of having to use scissors.

The sight of him was inarguably intimidating. He was dressed in bits of gear he must have looted from dead riot police that had come to defend the city at the beginning of the outbreak. His large form was adorned with the bullet proof vest, forearm covers, and knee pads they often wore. Strapped to his waist in a holster was a handgun. You suddenly felt silly wielding the 70’s alarm clock you had instinctively picked up. “I’ll give you a few moments to think about if you really want to attack me,” he said, his dark brown eyes watching you quickly drop the alarm clock to the floor. “Smart.” “Who are you?” You asked, trying anything you could to seem in control over the situation in which you could not possibly be less in control. “I should be asking you that. You’re the one who broke into my safehouse and bled all over the place. Do you know how hard it is to clean up blood well enough that it won't attract zombies? Especially without cleaning supplies,” He countered bitterly. Although his movements were casual in nature while he placed the can of beans beside a glass of water you hadn’t noticed on the end table, everything about him exuded an intimidating level of power and dominance, not to mention annoyance towards your presence. He picked up the discarded alarm clock from the ground, his gaze hard as he examined it in his hand before also placing it on the bedside table. “Well yeah, but…”

“But what? You’re not in any place to be making demands,” His eyes flickered back to yours, his gaze daring you to go on. “So either we’re at an impasse, or you cough up your name. I really don’t care either way.”

“Y/n,” You let a few beats pass before responding, looking down at the weathered duvet that covered your body rather than at him. “Schlatt,” He replied in turn. Wordlessly he lifted the duvet that covered your injured side and peeled up your shirt. With precise hands, he shifted around your bandages to inspect your patched up wound. You knew better than to make a comment about his odd name and cold hands.

“Well thank you …Schlatt… for helping me out,” Your words were shy as you tried to ease the tension between you two.

“Don’t,” came Schlatt’s curt reply. “I didn’t do it for your sake or anything, I’d just rather not have to deal with body disposal on top of everything.”

You stayed silent, watching as he continued to inspect your wound before re-covering it and pulling away, looking down at you. Every second spent in the same room as him had you feeling like more and more of a burden. Although you were grateful to Schlatt for saving your life, you couldn’t help but dislike being around him.

“You should eat,” He broke the silence, motioning to the can of beans he put beside your bed. “Don’t let them go to waste, it’s hard getting shit around here. And sleep too. You’ve been out for a few days but you still don’t look in good shape, if anything were to happen you’d be a burden.”

Not wanting to cause any issues, you stayed silent. In lieu of a response you quickly picked up the can of beans and began to eat, not noticing how ravenously hungry you were until you had food in your grasp. Schlatt’s cold eyes watched you for a few moments before he walked out, leaving you alone in the dimming room as the sun set.

#jschlatt #schlatt #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #Schlatt - Memento Mori

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𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋 || 𝐌𝐀𝐏𝐈 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍

pairing: mapi Leon x reader, fcb femeni x reader

request: ‘could I request a mapi fic where they start on different teams then reader moves to barcelona and they become best friends, everyone thinks they're dating then eventually they get together'

summary: after you transfer to barcelona you get very close with a certain defender, who, luckily enough for you, starts to develop feelings which you happily reciprocate.

warnings: slight sexual themes but no smut other than that its just pure fluff with the occasional swear word

word count: 3.5k

a/n: i upgraded from google translate to spanishdict so hopefully the spanish is more accurate, thank you to that one anon who told me about that. we’re also going to ignoring that alexia has torn her acl :)

woso masterlist

“Man United sensation, y/n y/l/n, has agreed on a three year contract at Barcelona.”

“Manchester United defender, y/n y/l/n, is set to transfer to Barcelona on a three year deal.”

“Y/n y/l/n is set to join Barcelona next season on a three year deal.”

“It’s the end of an era for y/n y/l/n at Manchester United as they are to join Barcelona this upcoming season on a three year contract.”

“I’m sure you’ve all heard the news.” Jona told the team. “We have a new player joining us today.”

A course of excited murmurs erupted around the room from various different players. You were known as being one of the best defenders of your generation.

You’ve spent your whole life at Manchester United up until this point. You decided that a change of scenery would be the best fit for your career at the moment. It was a hard decision to make but ultimately one you couldn't turn down.

Having seen that Keira and Lucy had joined Barcelona made the decision just that bit easier, knowing that you’ll have people there that you already knew.

You were excited to join Barcelona as you knew how good of a club they were, you were also looking forward to getting to know the top class players that had made that team their home.

“I expect you to give them a warm welcome,” Jona continued, “they should be arriving any minute now.”

As if on cue you arrived at the training ground, you stood with your manager as you looked at your new team.

“Hola.” You greeted as you looked at your new teammates, sending each of them a smile.

As you were looking at all the girls, your eyes stuck on one blonde, you kept eye contact a little longer than expected and you sent her a smile just like you did with the other girls before turning your attention to Jona

“This is our new defender, y/n y/l/n.”

The team introduced themselves individually, until there was one person left.

“Hola, I’m Maria but most people call me Mapi.” She said as she gave you a charming smile.

“Hey, I’m y/n, but you already knew that.” You chuckled as you scratched the back of your neck.

“I’m looking forward to playing together.”

“Yeah, me too, maybe you could teach me a couple of things.”

“I’m sure you’ll be the one doing the teaching.”

“I highly doubt that.”

“Okay you two,” Patri interrupted as she slung her arms around both your shoulders, “stop flirting. The rest of the team want to get to know our new defender.”

Your first day went by like a breeze, you got to know the team and vice versa.

It was now a couple of weeks later and it was your first game of the season. Barcelona against Real Madrid. An El Clasico.

“Nervous?” Mapi asked as she sat beside you in the locker room.

“A little.” You replied as you finished tying your laces.

“Don’t be, you’ll be the best player on the pitch, other than me of course.”

“Don’t let Alexia hear you say that.” You chuckled.

“She’ll agree with me.” Mapi shrugged.

“Sure she would.”

The first half went by and no one had scored yet, but that was about to change. Barcelona received a corner. You made your way into the box and got ready for the cross to fly in.

A beautiful ball was sent in and it was making its way right towards you. Jumping up, your head connected with the ball and sent it flying into the back of the net. However, instead of celebrating you went down clutching your shoulder.

A Madrid player had pushed you as you were in the air causing you to land on your shoulder at an awkward angle. Your team was quick to surround you, pushing away the opposition.

“Hey, y/n?” You heard Mapi call out. “Look at me.”

You do as told and you turn your head to the side to look at the blonde defender. Clutching onto your shoulder, you let Mapi peel away your hands.

“I scored.” You said, your voice coming out as broken, desperate to not let the tears fall.

“You did, it was a great header.” Mapi smiled before she looked up and saw the medics rushing towards the two of you.

“I’m going to get taken off, aren't i?” You mumbled, seeing the medics begging to crowd around you.

“Just to make sure it's nothing serious.” Mapi said, “I’ll see you after the match, okay?”

“You better win it for me.”

“Will do.” Mapi said as she let the medics take over and walk back to the rest of your teammates.

“Can you stand?” One of the medics asked and you gave them a nod. They helped you get to your feet, walking off the pitch with you. The stadium clapped as you walked off, your teammates sending you smiles and nods of determination.

The medics did some check ups on your shoulder and luckily nothing was broken, just a nasty bruise beginning to form.

Instead of going back out to watch the match, you gave yourself a quick shower and changed your clothes before waiting in the locker room. You soon heard the disruption of your team coming back in signifying that the match was over.

The girls soon piled into the locker room with huge smiles on their faces, which could only mean one thing.

Mapi was quick to come and sit down next to you to tell you all what happened after you went off. The final score was 3-0 which made your smile broaden.

“Hows the shoulder?” Mapi asked as she bumped her shoulder into yours.

“Ouch.” You mumbled as you brought your hand up to rub it gently.

“Oh, lo siento, I didn't-”

“It’s fine.” You chuckled, “I’m only messing with you. I hurt my left shoulder, not the right.”

“Te odio.” Mapi mumbled.

“No you don’t,” You grinned, “and it's fine thank you, just bruised.”

“I was worried it was something worse, you went down quite hard.”

“It's gonna take a lot more than a Madrid defender to knock me down, figuratively, not literally.” You said, causing Mapi to let out a chuckle.

The two of you continued to talk, throwing in jokes here and there, completely forgetting there was a whole team surrounding you both.

“I reckon they’ll get together at the end of the season.” Sandra mumbled as she stood beside Alexia.

“Are you sure they’re not already together?” Alexia questioned, “I mean, look at them.”

The two watched as you and Mapi laughed at something you saw on your phone, leaning into one another, having no space in between you.

“I just hope they know what they’re doing.”

A couple of weeks went by and the champions league was back. Your first game was against Arsenal, meaning you had to travel back to England.

You were a little nervous going back to England as it had been a while since you’ve played there, and although it was your home you found a new one in Barcelona.

The last time you played in England was for the Euros final in Wembley, the thought bringing a smile to your face. You were sitting next to Mapi for the flight and it was fair to say you weren't going to be sleeping at any point.

The two of you conversed for the whole journey, up until you had an hour left when you both decided to watch a movie. Halfway through the movie you felt yourself get a little drowsy, leaning your head against Mapi’s shoulder.

The defender didn’t mind it though, instead she shifted a little so you were more comfortable and she placed her head on top of yours. The two of you continued to watch the movie completely oblivious to the rest of your teammates giving you knowing looks.

Once the plane landed you were quick to separate from each other, not really knowing what to do or say, you both collected your bags and walked off the plane.

It wasn't awkward per se, just unknown. To what you were feeling and what could happen with said feelings.

The coach journey to the hotel that you would be staying in, you sat by yourself, not voluntarily, it was that Mapi had decided to sit with Ingrid.

Once you arrived at the hotel you were each assigned rooms with one other teammate. You weren't really concentrating on who you were going to be partnered with and once your name got called out you snapped your head up from your phone.

“Y/l/n, you’re with Mapi.”

“Great.” You muttered, you weren't mad at the fact you were rooming with Mapi, the complete opposite, you were elated. It was that you felt that she didn't feel the same way.

“Ooh, y/n and Mapi sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g.” Pina sang loudly causing the girls to erupt into laughter.

“Vamos, y/n.” Mapi smiled, ignoring her teammate and walking over to you. She grabbed her bag with one hand whilst she slung her other around your shoulders.

The two of you walked towards the elevator and made your way up to the room you'll be staying in for the weekend.

“What room are we in?” You asked as you tapped your fingers along the handle of your suitcase.

“Uh, 116.” Mapi replied.

“Cool.”

“Yeah, cool…”

The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened revealing a hallway with rooms on either side. You walked a little way down before you came to a stop in front of your room.

“You want to do the honours?” You asked as you motioned to the door.

“Yeah, okay.”

Mapi used her key card on the door and opened it to show the room where the two of you would be staying in for the weekend.

“After you.” You said as you let Mapi walk into your room. “I’ll take the bags.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, promise.” You trailed closely behind, carrying all the bags with you. Letting Mapi walk off to discover everything the room has to offer, which only included two beds, a bathroom and a balcony.

“Which bed do you want?” You questioned as you placed each suitcase onto one bed.

“This one?” Mapi said, pointing to the bed furthest away from the balcony.

“Yeah, no problem.” You smiled as you moved your suitcase over to your bed.

“Are you alright?” Mapi asked as she sat down on her bed.

“Yeah, why?”

“I don't know, you just seemed a little different after the plane journey here.”

“Oh, no, nothings wrong.” You said. “Promise.”

“What are we meant to do now?” Mapi wondered as she leaned back onto her bed like a starfish.

“How about we go do something?”

“Like what?”

“Anything you want.”

“I have no idea, you’re meant to be the tour guide around here.”

“Okay,” you chuckled, “have you got a coat?”

“Yeah?”

“I know where we can go.”

“Are you sure we’re even allowed to go out?”

“Since when were you likely to abide by the rules? And what the team doesn’t know, won’t hurt them.”

“Alright, let's go.” Mapi said as she put on her coat and waited for you by the door. “Lead the way.”

You put on your coat and opened the door gesturing for Mapi to go before you.

“So chivalrous.” Mapi teased.

“Shut up.” You mumbled with a smile.

The two of you walked out of your room and to the elevator. Pressing the button for the rooftop, you both waited in a comfortable silence until the elevator came to a stop.

Letting Mapi out first, you placed your hand at the small of her back and led her to the front of the hotel.

The two of you got onto the underground and made your way to Hyde Park corner. From there you walked down the streets of London, talking to each other about anything and everything. After a little while of walking you finally reached a coffee shop.

You opened the door and let Mapi walk in before you followed shortly behind.

“Anything specific you want?” You asked as the two of you stood in the queue.

“Just a Latte.”

“Oh, fancy.” You chuckled, earning an elbow to the ribs from the defender beside you.

“Alright, what are you getting?”

“A tea.”

“Typical Brit.” Mapi smirked.

“Shush you.”

After you paid for your drinks you both went back onto the streets of london and into Hyde Park. Walking around and occasionally pointing out the odd squirrel that you would see, you both made your way over to the lake and sat down on a bench to look out and over the water.

You were sitting a little ways away from Mapi till you saw her shiver and you slid yourself closer to the blonde, placing your arm behind Mapi’s back and on the bench.

Mapi rested her head on your shoulder as best as she could, seeing as you were a little taller than her. Pulling Mapi closer to you, you continued to look at the lake, not saying much, just enjoying the tranquillity of it all.

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence, taking in the beauty of London at night. Mapi’s head darted around at the scenery. Pointing out the small details she saw or anything that would bring a smile to her face.

“It's really beautiful.” Mapi said as she focused on the way the moon glistened on the water.

“So beautiful.” You muttered, instead you weren’t looking at the view per se you were looking at the woman next to you.

"Can I ask you something?" Mapi asked quietly as she looked up at you.

"You just did." You joked as you smiled down at her.

“Hilarious.”

“Sorry, what did you want to ask me?”

“Do you ever think about what it would be like if you never moved to Barca?”

“Not really.” You replied as you played with your cup of tea. “Why?”

“No reason, it’s just you were sort of Man United's golden player.”

“I felt as if I needed a change.” You said, “I’m glad I did move.”

“How so?”

“I met you.” You smiled, “Cheesy, I know.”

Mapi moved slightly so she wasn't leaning against you but still in your arms. She gently placed her hands on either side of your face making sure you were looking at her.

“Y/n.” Mapi whispered.

“I'm pretty sure I didn't meet you for nothing.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“​​You have no idea how much I like you.”

“Y/n-”

“You don't have to say anything jus-”

“Shut up and kiss me.” Mapi said as she took your chin in your hand and pulled your face closer to hers.

Your breath fanned over her lips, eyes darting between hers.

“Kiss me.” Mapi whispered.

And so you did.

Serging forward you crash your lips against hers. Soft kisses of exploration and passion soon turned into one of want and need very quickly.

Your hands were quick to find themselves tangled in her hair, before they settled on her waist as you pulled her to sit on your lap. Both of your drinks have fallen on the floor, completely forgotten.

You swiped your tongue across her lips and she whimpered, granting you access to her mouth. She hummed into your mouth and raked her hands through your hair in contentment, then coming down your neck then resting on your shoulders.

As you broke the kiss, Mapi gently bit onto your bottom lip letting it go with a smirk. The defender's breathing was erratic, her heart practically beating out of her chest, her hair standing in all different directions. But to you she still looked like a goddess.

“I really like you.” You said softly.

“I really like you too.” Mapi replied with a smile. “What does this make us?”

“Whatever you want us to be.”

“I want to be with you but can we keep it between us for a little while?”

“Of course, whatever you want.” You smiled, “how about we go back to the hotel before people become suspicious about where we are.”

“Okay.”

It was two month after the champions league game against Arsenal and you were back in Barcelona. You and Mapi still haven't told anyone that you are together, but you didn't mind.

The two of you were sneaking around and it seemed to be getting harder and harder everyday, you had a feeling that the team knew but they just needed that extra bit of confirmation.

It was after practice one day and you and Mapi were down a corridor, away from all the rest of the team.

“I feel like we haven't gotten any alone time this week.” Mapi mumbled as she placed her hands on your waist, pushing you against a wall.

“Do you want to come over later?” You asked, breath hitching when Mapi planted her lips on your neck.

“I’d love to.”

“Okay-” Just as you were about to speak you heard voices making their way closer to the two of you.

Thinking fast, you pulled Mapi away from your neck and into an old equipment cupboard. Both your bodies pressed up against each other, chests rising and falling at the same time.

As Mapi was going to talk, questioning why you both were hiding, the voices got closer so you gently placed a hand over her mouth and you leaned in so your mouth was by her ear.

“Don’t make a sound.” You whispered. Pulling back slightly, you saw Mapi nod.

Every bone in your body was screaming at you to make some form of a move, so you did. Placing opened mouth kisses along her neck making your way across her throat as she dug her nails in your back. You kissed below her right ear and she moaned your name.

“Quiet, love.” You whispered as you pulled away before continuing your assault.

Content that you had found her sweet spot, you began to suck, leaving a dark bruise. Mapi was too blissed out in absolute euphoria to realise her volume was beginning to increase.

“What did I say, amor?” You questioned as you pulled back so your noses were touching.

“I need to be quiet.”

“As much as I love to hear you screaming my name, you might want to lower your voice unless you want someone to see us.”

“Or why don't you just take me back to your place?”

“That can be arranged.” You smiled as you gave Mapi a quick kiss before pulling away completely.

As the two of you stepped out of the equipment cupboard, you were met by a couple of your teammates standing outside.

“Shit.” You mumbled.

“Mierda” Mapi said.

“Qué diablos.” Alexia muttered as she saw the dishevelled hair and rapid breathing.

“You two are fucking?!” Claudia shouted.

“What?” You asked, shocked. “No? Why would you ask that?”

“You two just came out of a cupboard after training and you expect us to think you were looking for equipment and not certain body parts?”

“Well..” You trailed off.

“How long have you been ‘friends with benefits’? and were you even going to tell us?” Lucy questioned.

“We’re not friends with benefits.” Mapi said as she turned her head to look at you, silently asking if it was okay to say you two were together with you giving her a nod in return. “I’m in love with her.”

That you didn't expect.

You had been together for two months and you were yet to say the ‘L word’ and Mapi had just said it in front of your friends.

“You love her?” Alexia asked.

“You love me?” You questioned, completely stunned.

“Yeah.” Mapi said softly. “More than anything in the world.”

“Even more than football?” You teased.

“Even more than football.”

“I love you too.” You smiled as you placed your hand at the back of Mapi’s neck and brought her face closer to yours, capturing her lips in a kiss that was nothing but full of love and adoration.

You two pulled apart when some of the girls started to fake gag and make kissing noises. Only pulling apart so your foreheads pressed together, nose brushing past, smiling against each other's lips.

“Still want to go to my place?” You whispered.

“Definitely.”

“Want to make a runner?”

“In three?”

The two of you silently counted to three and sprinted away from your friends teasing manners, laughing as you ran all the way to your car.

“Te amo.” Mapi said as she pushed you gently against your car door, placing soft kisses on your lips.

“Careful, amor.” You said as you wrapped your hands around her shoulders.

“Say it back.” Mapi sulked, pulling you away from your car and placing her head in the crook of your neck, wrapping her hands around your waist, swaying you side to side.

“Te amo mucho, mi amor.”

#mapi león #mapi leon x reader #mapi leon imagine #mapi león imagines #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso

[hypersonic04]

hello i am a simple reader LOVING these teacher!ross suggestions, but as a trainee teacher it is making me having absolutely ridiculous delusions about this happening to me in the future with someone 😭😭 in England you have to do two years after you finish your training year where you're called an ECT (or Early Career Teacher) and you often have a mentor at your school who helps you to get used to teaching your own class once you've qualified,,, can you see where i'm headed with this??

i'm just imagining teacher reader starting her ECT years with Mr MacDonald as her mentor, and he teaches in the class next to hers... and he just absolutely adores her and adores how engaged the kids are with her lessons... and is completely obsessed with helping her whenever she asks and staying late with her to help her with marking and being her first call whenever she needs something... and after every time one of them pops into the other's classroom for something, the kids just INUNDATE them with questions like "ARE YOU AND MR MACDONALD IN LOVE????" "MR MACDONALD DO YOU FANCY MISS *reader*?????"

and they just have to bite back their grins because yes they are in love but they're terrified to tell each other

Oh. My god. YES.

I imagine you walking into this new school, not knowing a single person and just having a name on an email to refer to. You’re so anxious and don’t really know anyone, so when you see the really handsome, smiley man in the corridor, you’re like ‘I’m so sorry to bother you, but I’m looking for a Mr Macdonald?’. His eyebrows raise and the second he tells you that you’re talking to him, you feel an immediate wave of relief. You have a little meeting together before your first proper lesson and getting settled into your classroom and everything, and he’s so good at calming your nerves - ‘if you need anything at all, I’m literally next door, I mean it. you have nothing to worry about.’

And yes, I completely agree with the idea that he just adores you. Once you’ve been there a couple of weeks and you’re a bit more settled in, the kids are actually disappointed if they have his class instead of yours, to which he responds with ‘you know what, fair enough.’. As your mentor, he has to come and watch a few of your lessons and give you feedback, and he finds himself stumbling around his words when you ask for feedback because he was too busy admiring the colour of your nail polish and how encouraging you are when the kids get things right, he has 0 notes on his notepad.

I love the idea of him desperately wanting her to need his help, too. I reckon you’re filling in some feedback sheets after some mock exams and you just need to ask him about something. He’s got a full class, maybe like year 9s (so they’re about 13 or 14), so you just gently knock on the classroom door. He’s stood at the board talking about something, pointing, and his face literally lights up when he sees you. He waves you to come in and you’re like ‘sorry, could I just have a word?’ and he’s like ‘don’t apologise!! everyone, be copying down what’s on the board. yeah, everything alright?’. He listens to you so intently and he’s nodding and helping you, taking a seat at his desk and turning his laptop to you to show you what to do. The kids are whispering between themselves as they watch you together, a small laugh escaping your lips when he says something silly, and going all bashful and pink when you’re like ‘thank you so much, that’s been so helpful.’. He continues the conversation for a little bit, simply so you don’t leave yet, and he has the absolute look of love on his face. When you leave, he sighs a little bit like a lovesick teenager, sitting back in his chair and forgetting that he has an audience. Like you said, the kids are like ‘omg are you together!! are you in love!!’ and he obviously turns on teacher mode and is like ‘that’s enough of that lol.’

And yes, he tells them to be quiet and that they’re wrong, but they’re actually so right. He is in love with you within a matter of weeks, and so are you, and I think it takes until at least six months for you to recognise and accept it.

#ross macdonald #the 1975 #teacher ross #asks

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls- Season 2, Episode 16, "There's The Rub", aka a Masterpiece of Gilmore-dom, AKA Forrester Can't Bring Me Down, AKA Jess Rory And Paris Eat Together And All Is Right With The World-Part 2

Before we continue I'd like to acknolwedge the sweet and thoughtful people who have been leaving generous compliments about this shitcircus of a thing I'm doing here. Mwah. Who's ready for more TTR? (PS-Don't forget to check out part 1 and all of the previous episodes I've recapped! You can find them in my pinned post. Tryna work on a new master index in the meantime).

Dean Forrester's reaction to a woman talking. Can I just ask a question? Forrester, why are you even with this girl in the first place? Why did this relationship drag out over the course of five long years? You clearly don't like her. Every word she says seems to bore and annoy you. You don't want to join in any activities with her. She's clearly not gonna have sex with you (yet). You don't respect her or support her in any of her endeavors. Every week you do something to frighten her or make her fear you, and frankly, she's not a big fan of yours either. Truly, what is in it for you? Oh right, it's cause you're using her so you can eventually fuck her Mom. Silly me. Carry on, you sexist worm (no offense to decent worms everywhere).

Rory:

R: Do laundry, and watch tv and eat the Indian food that I love but my mom hates. Can ya'll believe this is an actual exchange of words that is happening right now? They're really going back and forth so Rory can gain Dean's approval to do her laundry. Oh hey, my Gilmore Girls Bingo Card is filling up! We have a "Dean, are you mad?" TIMES TWO.

WHY SHOULD HE BE MAD THAT YOU WANT TO SPEND ONE EVENING WITHOUT HIM. RORY... PLEASE. This is so worrisome.

Idk maybe cause you're a fucking tapeworm? Sorry tapeworms. You're head lice. Your leather coat fucking smells.

WHAT IS HAPPENING? Dear God, Rorygil. I love you but please grow a spine. In the span of mere minutes we saw her cave under pressure from Paris to the point she agreed to tutor her for an entire week, which was totally unnecessary. Paris was asking for like, one evening. A minute later RoryGil caves under pressure from Dean, and now she's talking like she's going to cater to his every (probably sick and perverse) need like some kind of servant, just because he scowled when she said she wanted to do her laundry. THERAPY NOW, RORYGIL.This people-pleasing is wildly out of control. If therapy is not a viable option, just fucking kick Forrester in the nuts and tell Paris to chill because you'll have plenty of time to play Dysfunctional Marriage when you're older and married to each other someday.

(TWWGG is alone in her room, repeatedly saying KICK HIM IN THE NUTS out loud) IT'S OKAY NEIGHBORS. I'M JUST YELLING AT DEAN FORRESTER. FICTIONAL CHARACTER FROM EARLY 2000s TV SITCOM. SLIMY WORM. NOTHING TO BE CONCERNED ABOUT. GO ABOUT YOUR BUSINESS. Let me translate this DeanSpeak for you. I'm a pro. "I'm a saint": "I'm a saint for dating you even though you won't let me do things like come over while your mom is out of town and feel you up on the couch." "I'm confused": "I'm confused as to why you would ever prefer blissful solitude over giving me an awkward handjob on your Mom's couch." You know, if you weren't enough of a worm as it is, you probably fucking pressure her sexually too. Me singing to Dean Forrester:

Is a kissing coach a thing? Couldn't someone at the WB Network put aside a couple of bucks to teach Jared Padalecki how to kiss? Barring that, at least a blow up doll or pillow to practice on? The fault CLEARLY does not lie with Alexis Bledel.

Can you imagine you're AB, you fucking get paid to kiss Milo at work and if that wasn't enough, you're really dating him, so you leave your job where you got paid to kiss him all day and go kiss him some more at home... I think about this A LOT. Cut to Emily and Lorelai at the spa, where hell has apparently frozen over because Lorelai Gilmore has actually shut the hell up. Me trying to make small talk on a first date:

HA, someone won't shut up and leave you alone and is constantly invading your personal space! How about them apples, Lorelai!

What is this magical place called a "Quiet Room" and can I shove any gilmore girls character of my choosing in there at any time? L: Mom, you booked us for a couples massage. Do you know what most couples do 5 minutes after this is over? They have sex, together, probably while wearing their robes. Someone on Gilly Girls said S-E-X. I am scandalized! E: You've been pouting, sighing, sulking, mumbling, rolling your eyes the whole time. L: That's just how I detox. LMAO. What a stellar line. This episode is so great. Despite the presence of Forrester the Worm.

Whoa Nelly! What kind of cosmic alignment was in place that day for Lorelai to actually apologize for something?

Err, two things... Firstly: Mr. Peanut Pajamas. I always love Rory's pajamas and I wonder where they all came from. Secondly: Is Rory running a laundry service for all 9,000+ citizens of Stars Hollow out of her home? Five days a week she wears a school uniform. Where did all these clothes come from?

I love it when Paris shows up on Rory's door step, she always looks like an abandoned puppy looking for a home for the night. And she sort of is. P: I tried to stay home and study by myself! But I can't! There is this aching in my heart that I just cannot ignore! It grows louder and louder by the minute! Rory Gilmore, I love you! Will you marry me? Okay, so I made up everything past the first line, but you know she was thinking it.

Paris guilt trips Rory into letting her stay because Rory feels bad that Paris' parents don't love her. Poor RoryGil. Just let her LIVE. R: Fine I'll study with you for one hour then you have to go home!

Narrator: Paris Geller would not in fact, be going home, but her NotGoingHomeNess would make for one enchanted evening.

Literally puppy eyes! This is after Rory said they would start studying after she got changed, and Paris responded "My hour doesn't start until you get back, right?" To be continued.

#theres the rub #gilmore girls #rory gilmore #lorelai gilmore #paris geller #emily gilmore #gilmore girls season 2 #denise rewatches gilmore girls #Paris and Rory Love Affair #still can't think of a good ship name for them #Mr.Peanut Pajamas #Dean Forrester The Slimy Worm

[cxrine]

Like Azuki Shimizu, Raemous, Ceseline Lynea, Izana, dating a very innocent and airheaded female S/O who loves them very much and is very clingy and is happy to be in a relationship with them

Yandere! OC/normal OC: MorningStar Court, Shimizu Family, Elentia Acurioun :

. Azuki Shimizu, Raemous, Ceseline Lynea, Izana X Reader

♤ Summary: They happen to have a innocent, airheaded and clingy S/O, what happens if they're dating the yandere version or the normal version??

♤ fluff, dark content, scenario, headcanons|| Established relationship|| warnings (for yan version): magic, manipulation, willing reader, blood, murder|| Normal version of OC

♤ Author's note: THIS WAS SO GOOD TO WRITE!! I was very excited while writing this, thank you for requesting this and please continue doing so! I did not know what to write for Izana though, so forgive me for that!

OC X Reader:

S/O who is innocent, air-headed and clingy

Azuki Shimizu

☁ Azuki is himself a bit air-headed, so having a S/O who is also an air-head, he is so much IN LOVE, HE IS ALWAYS ON CUTENESS OVERLOAD MODE BECAUSE OF YOU!!!! He can't help it, you're so cute, so air-headed like him and so innocent, he can make all the dirty jokes he wants and you won't even question them...SO CUTE!!!!

☁ Azuki is always there to make sure you focus as an air-head, you're more than likely to lose focus easily but he is gonna make sure you follow things and focus nicely, even if it means throwing tiny blocks of his blood your way before the blocks roll on their own to his cut and heal it on it's own, Azuki is there to make sure you follow your routine, he isn't gonna be rough, no, he is very lenient but he knows the problems you can face by not following a routine or schedule.

☁ Ngl, you were and STILL ARE very much oblivious and innocent to his flirting techniques, you are going to be hit with his flirting tricks and somehow you still don't get it, not gonna lie, he finds it adorable but OH SO FRUSTRATING!!!

☁ You're clingy, he's clingy, perfect couple! He's more of a emotionally clingy and you're more of a physically clingy person, so he is actually very much in love with the fact that you're clingy, he has always wanted someone to be clingy other than his siblings..

☁ He is not gonna lie, he is very much air-headed himself and since you both are dumb, you, him, Dejino, Yuxing, Ayako and Xinyue are thus called the dumb group of the Shimizu family, don't worry, everyone likes you!!

☁ Azuki honestly gets a headache sometimes from you, he gave you the job to water the plant, but now the whole manor is flooded...He allowed you to do the most of harmless things and it somehow always ends up a disaster due to your air-headedness

☁ Azuki for some reason is always in love with your air-headedness, might be the fact that you're his lover and the one he loves, but it could also be the fact that he's happy there is someone who can a bit more dumber than him at times...Depends!!

☁ Azuki is often trying to teach you things, it doesn't work a lot though, he has IMMENSE patience for you, not for anybody else in the family though, scares and surprises everyone, including his parents...

☁ Azuki is definitely one for affection, PDA is fine, not too much though, he does lace his hands with yours, hugs you whenever he feels like it, gives cheek kisses outside, but kisses on the lips are reserved for privacy where you won't ever be able to pull away from him, always in a make-out session....

☁ He is a big one on affection, much like a few of his siblings, one of his main love languages is physical affection and thus would love it if you were affectionate, but if you weren't, he'd understand and find other ways to express his love for you!

☁ Also keep in mind, not only him his parents and his siblings will help you around too! They're all synchronized to each other and that's how it is when somebody new enters the family!!

Raemous

☸ ....Do you think this man really has a brain, fr, he can't even spell brain, but it's fine, you're both a dumb couple and that's what makes you both cute and frustrating to everyone around you!! May god forgive you both cause Lucifer and Asmodeus won't....

☸ You both constantly need help by Solielin or someone from that side of the MorningStar court, cause Dear devil! it's hard to look after you both, you both can't leave each other without causing some type of drama for the royals to clean up after...I think you can make up to them by getting them some good desserts from Zional's credit card?

☸ If you can't focus, he can't focus, there is a connection between you two, if you can't do something he will try everything to help you in that by making a 100 slide presentation and then he forgets to focus himself and then you both get yelled at by Myhilara...

☸ Not gonna lie, Lucifer find you both to be very funny, but Belial is in rage every time you both are around, before you both started dating it was less work as they only had to handle one but after you started dating, you pull the other in the shenanigans you created....

☸ Raemous is often known for his agility and strength as one of the strongest full demons around, he was punished by Zional for a million years and yet he still did not flinch so maybe his biggest thing to keep him focusing is, Belial and Lucifer train with him, sometimes Zional and Diavolo and the rest of the brothers join and so maybe they will start training you a bit too, they will 100 PERCENT BE MORE GENTLE WITH YOU, INCLUDING ZIONAL!!!!

☸ Odelia and her sisters along with other royal ladies will try to keep you distracted, despite your gender, they like to make sure you can be as graceful as a lady while being as strong as a man! It's something every royal does, look at Raemous's body language, he isn't a royal, but he was trained by Mammon these things as well and he picked up these habits from the royals....

☸ Oh, Raemous is not very clingy but he would not mind someone clingy, so be as clingy as you want unless it's in front of Zional cause he gets upset because his wife isn't clingy and Ezoliana is more of a independent person and Zional is clingy, okay let's keep this away...

☸ Raemous and you are so sickeningly in love with each other that is makes the royals coo, puke and want to kill you all at the same time. They way you both hold hands, the way you spend time with each other, the way you both stare a each other, the way you're both oblivious to majorly popular flirting tricks and in the end you both end up making things awkward for each other before flirting again..

☸ Oh speaking of innocence, the only thing Raemous would tease you o and you don't even understand why you're being teased until Mammon or Belial hits Ramey and one of the girls explain the context...

☸ Oh, but your innocence is so very cute in Ramey's eyes, he'll make sure you stay as pure as possible for as long as possible, and that means hitting one of the royals for making dirty jokes around you, and if you ask what it means despite being the most obvious thing, he will say you'll learn when you get a bit older and that it's a demon thing..

☸ That innocence of yours is also upheld by Odelia and Aurelesia, cause their sister, Aurmelle, she was innocent until she became a dirty bitch...she's a bit of a hoe, but she'll also help her sisters keep your innocence with you!!

Ceseline Lynea

⋰01 Ceseline has a huge family with over 40 members, so there ain't no way one of her cousins or siblings is air-headed just like you and as one of the eldest she has to take care of them along with her elder brothers and sisters, handling you is like a piece of cake!

⋰02 Speaking of that, Ceseline honestly finds it annoying with air-headed cousins/siblings though she absolutely won't change them for the world, she finds it a bit annoying at times, but with you, it's the exact opposite, she can never get annoyed with you for being an air-head..she just finds it so endearing, she can't help herself but fall in love with you for that!

⋰03 Ceseline would definitely be one to make sure to help you around to make sure you didn't get distracted, she is honestly very free, some of her siblings or cousins could take her place and do a bit of chore in place for her, no big deal! She is always happy to help you focus!

⋰04 Oh, don't even think about getting distracted, she's a lion-hybrid (if you followed my previous blog and knew about them) and she can control a person's body for 70 minutes before needing to take a 30 minute break, she can help you follow your schedule like that giving you half-hour breaks in between!

⋰05 Ceseline sometimes herself finds it hard to focus and so during those times, she'd like to remind herself of you, you somehow still manage to do some work despite your air-headedness, quite rude but it works for her and while thinking about she always whispers 'sorry's in her mind while giggling...so that makes up for it, I guess..

⋰06 Ceseline's elder twins, Serouf and Quinen, they're twins, elder sister and brother to Ceseline and one of her favourite supporters they have been supporting her since Childhood while teaching her ways and correcting her and so they were the first people she came to when she started to date you and she would talk about you to them all the time and how you're a big air-head, they honestly find it cute!

⋰07 Serouf and Quinen are along with her in attending Elentia, so whenever they're at school, they find her sitting beside you sharing her lunch and short break food with you while explaining something of school to you because you didn't understand it and she would spend all her breaks like this as the break started she'd give her lunch box to her siblings and asked them to not tell their parents she didn't eat food in return of her doing their chores, they of-course agreed happy to eat more food and share some with friends! Serouf and Quinen found it adorable how Ceseline had her own air-head to look after like Serouf had Quinen and Quinen had Serouf~

⋰08 Speaking of watching you both, Serouf would often find you both holding hands or kissing at Saura/Saku base (playground type place at Elentia Acurion) or Quinen saw you both walking while spending time with each other sharing kisses or holding hands while walking through he roads in between the Heopian Fields or her parents finding you in her cuddling and being clingy in her room or her grandparents finding you cooking with each other in their huge kitchen or studying in her room or maybe her classmates finding you sleeping in her bed morning, they all find it cute but won't say anything for Ceseline's sake as to not embarrass her...

⋰09 She is not generally clingy but most of her family members are and so she has learnt that it didn't matter a few of her cousins would hang off her back as she would do some chore and so she is generally has a lot of muscle strength she can carry you in her arms for a huge amount of time!

⋰10 Oh and your innocence how could the Lynea clan forget, honestly everybody tease you a bit but honestly it's all in good fun and they would stop after they see you being uncomfortable or a lady stops them, the men are always a bit more playful and kind of don't mean to be rude but end up coming off like that, forgive them dear....

⋰11 Ceseline and everyone in her class kind of finds it be a bit cute, even Devon who is basically the mood killer half the time, but he finds it a bit endearing in you, he sees you as a friend, people of LingDesu have the tendencies to befriend their friend's friends and that is how they make and create relationships, so you're bound to meet her classmate all 39 are amazing at treating you, including the teacher, Izana!!

⋰12 They all make dirty jokes but will never tease you if you don't understand it as they all only laugh and giggle a bit, before someone tells you to ignore it and if you REALLY want to know, then maybe someone will explain it ad then you will slap yourself mentally for not getting something so obvious! She finds it absolutely adorable, and she hopes you never change!!

Izana

▦ Oh my, Your dating Izana, I mean he has 40 idiots in his class, what's gonna happen if they add another air-head in his life as his lover.....Nothing he will fall for you more, finding it endearing...

▦ Izana can't help himself but blush from cuteness overload at how dumb you are, kind of like imagine Mammon with MC (Obey me!)or maybe baby Denki (BNHA) being dumb, yeah that's how it is with him, poor man, already having 40 but now one more, but at-last is cute while being dumb so that makes up for the fact that he to handle 45 people now, sad yet happy teacher noises come from his mouth as you sit in his class while he teaches the student..

▦ Izana is often free and does not enjoy teaching his students, though he is a father figure to nearly all of them, he mostly spends his time of class sleeping, as they all live for an eternity and he has big bangs 8 times, he learnt that nothing needed to be taught! He has more than enough time to spend with you, while you, Izana and the class gossip or do braiding circles or do spend time with each other like that! He knows an air-head person is a bit dumb, but maybe it's something how everyone is eager to teach everyone else something that he finds precious in this world of his!

▦ Elentia Acurion is more of a place with values and friendships and families and others, people don't learns something new everyday, a topic may stretch for over 9 years if possible, students don't even move classes and stay in one class with same students! And after school they get a few hours of sleep and then they go to their work, as days in LingDesu stretch for over 36 hours! They have more than enough time to get rest, do work have fun and other things! So he has more than enough time to be a teacher, lover, friend and help you focus on your schedules, just extra info for you all!!

▦ Izana is often always there with things to help you focus, he has different tricks by handling his students for so many years and before class 1:72, he had different students in his life as a teacher in a ancient country, which is located in present day China, maybe? He's not sure...What he is sure about is how you should pay attention to whatever you're doing, he is gonna make sure of it! Getting snacks which are meant to make your brain sharper or tea which i said to help you focus or maybe some break and getting some air!

▦ Izana sometimes himself finds it hard to focus, his number one plan is studying or doing his work with some of his students who are doing their own work, if you want he can do this, as long as nobody talks and everyone does their own work, despite being together, everyone is doing their own work and more often than not, all the 40 students along with some from class 2:74 also joins them as it often helps in focusing for them, except they have multiple tables as no way can they all fit in one, a table has maximum 8 students and everyone is sorted into doing their work and if they or you have question, you just ask or search it up without causing a commotion or causing a discussion as it causes everyone to lose tracks, it's honestly very fun and you're probably gonna join them everyday!

▦ Izana is honestly a very focus person, he can naturally do so as he doesn't really keep a lot on his mind, he jut jots down everything on a journal he carries, it was gifted by Zane to him, Zane used to find it hard to focus unless he wrote everything he had to do down and stick to it, he saw his sensei going through the same thing, so he gifted him one on Teacher's day!

▦ Oh and his students see him being so clingy with you despite not being a very clingy person, he's more on gift-giving, but he can handle all types of clingy people, he likes to hold hands while walking through Heopian fields, or maybe eating food together in the teacher's lounge, completely depends!

▦ But he really likes how you're so dumb, it's kind of funny, he has never had this much fun in decades, let me enjoy your air-headedness a bit, promise he'll be nice while doing it!! And if he's not being nice, just pinch him, he'll shut up :>>>>

▦ Oh and he can never get over how innocent you are, how are you so innocent, he is surprised, by this age nobody is innocent, but you are surprisingly! Don't worry, he will make some dirty comment, but then he will cover them up with many sweet comments so you don't ask any of the students what they mean...

▦ This also brings some type of protectiveness in the staff, they like to make sure you stay innocent, quite cute if you think about it!!

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[triviareads]

ARC Review of Bed Me, Baron by Felicity Niven

Summary:

Lady Phoebe Finch has always viewed George, Baron Danforth, as a friend and a mentor, so when she becomes engaged, she can think of no better person to soothe her nerves about the marital bed by teaching her how to have sex. George is shocked by Phoebe's request, but can't find it in himself to deny her, not when he's wanted her for ages without realizing...

My review:

I started this book expecting a humorous romp with great sex, and I absolutely got that, but I also got this lovely, introspective romance about two people who've known each other all their lives but recognize something new and special in one another, and more importantly, they both realize they will need to change and cannot rely on the familiar past if they truly want to be together.

And that's what I thought a lot about; what made this variation on friends-to-lovers work for me because I don't typically go for this trope. Here's what it came down to apart from Phoebe and George recognizing that they need to change: For all that they deny it in various parts of the story (and prior to the story beginning), George and Phoebe were sexually attracted to one another in the past, and that continues through the story. I can't stand when there's unrequited pining that comes as super tragic, especially if it's the woman pining. There was also a base level of respect between them, even though their friendship was not an equal one, as Phoebe realizes, despite the time and care George gave her. The respect was still there, and that's what laid the foundation for love.

I felt Phoebe's pain about feeling like she needs to grow up even though she's technically grown and mature; It's "growing" in the sense of attaining a greater degree of independence (and conforming which, to be clear, she doesn't need to do but she feels like she does).

And that's, in part, where her daddy kink comes into play, I think, because she wants to be taken care of. Saying she has daddy issues would be a disservice because she had a great relationship with her father. It's just something she wants and seeks out in a partner, and there was this particularly heart-wrenching moment when she thinks she's found that with another suitor, but as it turns out, he's not at all the man she thought he was. It's also the reason she ultimately turns to George (or is George the reason? he did... basically shape her tastes, even if it was unconsciously) as a mentor and teacher figure, subconsciously as a protector, and eventually as a lover, and George reciprocates in turn.

The sex:

Fabulous. Varied. This is a romance novel where sex is a way for the main couple to communicate, even when they're on the outs with each other. Here's what I enjoyed the most:

a) Look, Felicity Niven said the series is called "bed me" for a reason, buuuuut I was endlessly delighted by how down-and-ready Phoebe was. And George protested relatively little compared to other HR heroes who are asked for sex lessons, which I just took as more proof that he already liked (loved?) her.

b) And because Phoebe is so unapologetic about wanting sex, she and George aren't afraid to get a little weird during sex, which I really do appreciate. For example, Phoebe's fixation with stroking George's bald head during sex (which both of them are turned on by), or sometimes their dirty talk went a little sideways (a particular scene involving a "stallion" and "mare" stands out to me). But this made the sex feel more natural and created this dynamic that was wholly unique to them.

c) I have many thoughts on the daddy thing. To be clear, George Danforth did attain daddy status at the age of twenty-six. Like, that much was clear based on his "I'm gonna hold her and pet her tenderly while she cries, and then dick her down so good she forgets that she's sad" internal monologue. That being said, because he's still twenty-six, he doesn't quite have that stern, all-knowing thing perfected, and I'd say he's more grumpy than stern.

d) It was really moving to read their "hate" sex; it felt like when all words were exhausted between them, this was the only way they could get across to each other. It was such a stark, almost raw scene. And a part of me can't help but feel they both knew what they were doing when they, uh, finished the way they did because they wanted to be in each others' lives regardless of how unhappy Phoebe was with George.

e) This is a part of the second epilogue, but I'm obsessed with Phoebe's "I'm a big girl now, daddy" moment. And good for George for recognizing (to a degree lol) that gender roles are a lie and he doesn't need to kink shame himself in the process.

Overall:

I would recommend this to every historical romance reader looking for a romance that has a relatively light plot, but emotionally packs a punch. I honestly think this is the gold standard for friends-to-lovers historical romances, and I look forward to reading the next books in the Bed Me series!

Thank you to Felicity Niven and her team for the ARC in exchange for my review.

#felicity niven #arc #arc review #historical romance #romance novels #booklr #bookblr

[raayllum]

Before s4 came out I didn't follow anyone here (didn't know you guys existed) so I was sitting there trying to point out parallels between Callum and Viren and how wild it would be if in a canon divergence au they would forced to work together and how horrified they would be as they slowly realized shit we are alike, and maybe even a good team and all of my friends were like????? Honey, sit down, maybe to watch something else, touch grass outside?

Which, fair. BUT NOW HOWEVER I know I'm not crazy 'cause your posts are in my dash to not only say yeah, those two nerds have their similarities but to point out so much other things I wouldn't have guessed like never, so all this rant to say thanks, now I can go back on my bullshit with your beautiful gifs as cientifical proof I'm in fact so right

Hello & first off, welcome to the fandom, I hope you're having a great time!! And thank you for sending this ask in because Viren-Callum parallels are literally one of my favourite things in the entire show!!

And have been for quite a while (as this post documents, from post-S2 onwards back in Feb 2019 I've been chugging that sweet foils juice and only getting continually more fed), I always figured S4 would majorly ramp it up (just like S2 did from S1) but I am still thrilled beyond my wildest dreams that the foil dynamic is becoming this richly layered / complex / overt, y'know?

I think in terms of personality presentation Viren and Rayla are very similar as well (which I still need to do a S4 update for them whoops) but in terms of narrative weight and arcs and Viren's personality beyond his independence/paranoia? It's Callum all the way down, 100%

Like, they were already tied together as mages with Claudia's loyalty to each of them pit directly against one another (with Viren unsurprisingly winning) as well as brothers to the king (Harrow, Ezran). As Callum lets go of titles and calls Harrow Dad, Harrow insists on Viren using his title formally (which Viren already often did so) and Viren forsakes him as a brother. The plume of Harrow's funeral pyre in 1x04 going into Callum's primal stone transition shot; Viren going to the butterflies to de-corrupt himself while Callum looks at the Star primal on the cube, etc.

I've always been fond of Callum having to work with Claudia or Viren if/when the two mages come back across the moral horizon line, purely because those dynamics are so complicated and tainted, and yet they are also two people who can uniquely understand Callum's headspace and attachment to magic (or perhaps not unique understanding, but like, mirroring, haha?) I've written Callum and Claudia doing so before but idk if I've written Viren and Callum (although I have written them being on friendlier terms in "looking for a way to break in," although it's a very small part of the fic). I may have to write a canon divergence at one point where Callum is taken on as an apprentice to Viren (or Viren's old mentor Kpp'Ar even) but we shall see

Because like, they're both smart and clever and research focused, and just pragmatic enough to not be completely opposed (if they had a common goal) but Callum would have some lines he isn't willing to cross to the same capacity, which would keep Viren in check, and Viren could bring in knowledge/experience Callum doesn't have by virtue of just being so much younger. As well as primal mage (and friend of Xadians) Callum having access and knowledge of things that may surprise Viren and teach him a thing or two in addition

I think what makes me the most excited though is a couple of things stacked on top of each other, tbh

Viren's speech in 4x04, regarding, "I have always been ready to do anything to protect my family, however dangerous, however vile. In the name of love, you may perform acts so unforgivable, you can never forgive yourself" just as Callum finds a new consequence for doing dark magic way back when

We see Callum in 4x07 is later horrified of the possession mostly because "I'm afraid he'll force me to do awful things. Or hurt people I care about" (as Callum has already done, if not vile, then dangerous things to protect his loved ones, notably Ezran and Rayla)

The fact that Viren doing something awful to save Soren as a kid is now working it's way in the show (also in 4x07) of "You would be dead without Dad's magic" to be explored further in S5

Callum also having to inevitably fail to free Aaravos, with all the symbolism behind the idea ("Accidents happen" "On purpose" / "I hope it was worth it to you, putting everyone's lives in danger" / "This doesn't end well for you" / "It's the key of Aaravos, no good will come of it") that he may have more of an active hand in purposefully freeing him under coercion, also possibly in S5

Like if Callum and Ezran start being tested in s5, and Callum saves Ez at any cost (thus leaping over how Viren and Harrow failed each other bc those sweet generational parallels? Gold). Or Viren wanting to save Claudia and not wanting Aaravos to be freed, with perhaps Callum freeing Aaravos in order to save someone like Rayla but

Just having parallels with Aaravos thus far hasn't been the main reason, it seems, to have such an intense foil relationship between Viren and Callum, but there's still gotta be a bigger reason, and it really feels to me like this aspect of Viren might be why he and Callum have been so contrasted with each other

Other posts u can show ur friends if you want to:

My general Viren-Callum foils tag

A pre-S4 breakdown of all the ways they parallel each other season by season

A post-S4 breakdown of how they parallel each other with some bonus foil stuff

#thanks for asking #it was just red #fandom history #anonymous #it's very aang & zuko y'know? the whole redirecting lightning bit #i respect u so much anon only touch grass if u want to

[nerdygaymormon]

Something that bothers me is the church's attitude towards gay marriage. Technically, marriage should be eternal with two worthy people who love each other. But they accept marriages for time, with two unworthy and sometimes abusive people, who don't love each other and haven't followed these laws. And two worthy, gay people who are righteous and have followed all laws and commandments and "timeline" and are married for time, because they can't be sealed are the wrong, perversion of marriage. :(

I agree with you. Even if the church isn't willing to seal a gay couple, at least recognize our marriages the same as any other marriage that isn't sealed.

Here's my understanding for why the church does not accept gay marriages.

Point 1 - being sealed to a spouse necessary for exaltation

In D&C 131, the Church teaches that to reach the highest level of heaven, a person must enter "the new and everlasting covenant of marriage."

When Brigham Young added this phrase to the verse, he meant plural marriage, but these days we mean being in a marriage which is sealed in the temple

Point 2 - sealings are done so relationships endure beyond mortal life

D&C 132 lists things which won't endure beyond this life unless they're sealed, including "all covenants, bonds, obligations, oaths, vows, performances, connections, associations, or expectation." It then goes on to give an example of the sealing power, the marriage of a man and a woman. If their relationship wasn’t sealed, then they aren’t joined after they’re dead.

Point 2a - what relationships can be sealed could be much more expansive than our current practice

The sealing power wasn't always limited to only a marriage between a man & a woman. In the past, the Church sealed all sorts of people to each other in a variety of arrangements, such as 2 men where one is sealed to the other as father & son even though they are not related and about the same age. There's even the time the Church sealed Jane Manning James to be a servant to the Joseph Smith family. There's no reason to think the sealing authority can't be used to seal gay marriages other than we choose not to.

Point 3 - The LDS Church believes the Law of Chastity only includes sex between a man & a woman who are married to each other, consequently the Church only recognizes opposite-sex marriages as legitimate. This understanding seems to be inherited from Christian tradition and not based on a revelation to the Church.

Consequence- The church accepts any legal marriage between a man and a woman (the main exception being polygamy, where someone is married to more than one spouse). The couple can be in full fellowship with the church even if they aren't sealed to each other.

I find it interesting that Jesus' teaching against divorced people being allowed to marry again is disregarded by the LDS Church, not only can divorced people marry again, but can be sealed to their new spouse. Personally, I think it's great that the choice was made to expand the blessings of marriage to more people, a recognition that excluding this group of people causes harm to them.

Because church leaders believe gay sex is never permitted by the Law of Chastity, it does not recognize gay marriages, and therefore can not be sealed.

A committed relationship between 2 people can bring a lot of blessings, including for gay people, I'm afraid the church tends to view gay marriages as a commitment to continue sinning and thus has had some really harsh penalties against people in such marriages.

The attitudes of church members and some leaders is softening. In 2019 a change was made so that a member in a gay marriage is no longer considered in apostasy, the 'sin' they are guilty of was downgraded to a 'serious transgression.' Consequently, a disciplinary council is no longer mandatory but 'may be necessary. Sadly, I think most local leaders still view discipline as necessary, but there are some stories of local leaders welcoming gay couples and not threatening any discipline.

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Crossover concept: Tails, Passive!Nightmare and Powder being a bullied big brain child trio

Recently, because of Nine being the angsty child he is along with his design (his tails that struck me as tentacles at first) reminding me a shitton of Nightmare as the actual first ever character I was full on invested in and afterwards stumbling upon some arcane content on my dash, an idea was born

Ignoring the logistics of how these theree could ever find themselves in the same space together (mainly that two of them end up ded later dow their lives or which world would they even have the possibily of meeting each other in the first place) i think that they would be the best trio of missfits as they're essentially the same;

Tails was bullied, shunned and harrased for his extra tail, being seen as a freak because of it. Nonetheless he's a kid genius capable of creating both helpful devices and deadly weapons as well as devising exeptional strategies and plans on the fly(pun intended).

Nightmare was also bullied and ostracized for his negative aura, being the "evil" oposite of his brother and the overall cold exterior of his personality. So as a coping mechanism, as well as a personal interest, he hid himself in books mainly discussing science(not really the correct word but bear with me here) and how the world works; not nescesarly techsavy but curiosity is still there.

And Powder was considered a burden because of her clumsiness and low self esteem, coupled with her gadgets not working properly. She was seen as nothing more than a inconvinient "jinx" by pretty much everyone to a certain degree, except her sister. But despite all that she's extremely smart, capable and proven to have something there in the inventor's skill tree.

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Just imagine Nightmare and Powder being absolutely amazed by Tails' technology that he built all on his own. Him helping and teaching Powder how to make proper explosives and her being more than overjoyed that the monkey bomb finally worked!!! Tails also making weapons for the other two to defend themselves with once they all return home, after he learns that both of them live in quite the hostile enviroments

Nightmare asking endless questions about how this and that works, how does Tails find the inspiration and materials to make all those gadgets, what is the science behind his ability to fly, if it's certainly safe to detonate that bomb here, what's up with all the silly drawings all over the granates and so on and so forth. Meanwhile the other two are buzzing with excitement while explaining every little detail behind the design choices and inner workings of their inventions

Powder accidentally breaking appart one of Tails' inventions and being set into a fit of panic, apologizingprofusely only to see Tails say it's all fine and either fix or build a new one depending on the damage done, within minutes. She swears she'll be more carefull and such thing won't happen again... exept it does. And the silly cycle continues. Powder also finally being able to sit in clean grass and watch the blue skies above, the smell of fresh air filling her lungs as she nearly chokes on it as she goes on, describing what the Undercity she lives in is like, with it's suffocating, polluted and overpopulated areas, unknowingly sending a shiver down the Tails' pine, because that sounds exactly what a world with Eggman taking over would end up looking like meanwhile Nightmare just silently wonders and imagines what such a dystopia world with dark skies and neon lights would look like

Just

Think abt them

I will probably add onto this in the future but just know this concept exists, I know theres someone else like me out there who would want to see these silly characters interact with each other (all before their traumatic turns of their past happened ofc)

#sonic the hedgehog #dreamtale #arcane #no shit wait #imagine #Nine; corrupted!Nightmare and jinx just wrecking havoc somewhere #nine would probably not be in the forefront of the destruction but hed be the one to give it at least a semblance of strategy #in case the pesky heroes wanted to get in their way #nightmares character would have to be overwritten at leats slightly tho #because his cannon self would torture the two of them to far beyond insanity #they got a lot of angst potential yk #night is just silly like that #tails the fox #miles tails prower #dreamtale nightmare #passive!nightmare #nightmare!sans #powder #powder arcane #powder league of legends #crossover #silly brainworms

[violettelueur]

GOJO SATORU || SWEET TASTE OF CHOCOLATE

| featuring : gojo satoru ft. itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + kugisaki nobara from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors, but other than that n/a

| form : imagine

| word count : 2243

| published : 19 december

| request : hiii! i love your works sm 🥺 may i request for gojo x reader (can be headcannon or oneshot, your choice!) where reader is also a jujutsu sorcerer and teaching in kyoto? they act like they hate each other's guts but deep down they really like each other 😂 then when reader visits the school in tokyo gojo and reader were already arguing and teasing each other, the students can't help but think they're together but nAh then they help gojo confess to reader? feel free to ignore if u can't write this,thank youuu! ❤️

| barista’s notes : hi there~ i apologies for the extremely long wait for your coffee order but now it is there ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ my day today hasn’t really been the most active at all to be completely honest with you, that lovely time of the month has arrived and i couldn’t help myself but sleep through the pain  ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ but moving on from that, i hope you enjoy your order of a cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and i hope you come back soon! ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

“Gojo sensei, why don’t you just confess to L/N-sensei already?” Itadori curiously asked, causing the white-haired teacher to lift up his blindfold to look up at his first-year students, who were all standing around him on his chair, with a somewhat confused expression.

“Yuji-kun, what are you talking about? Confess? Ha?” Gojo asked in confusion, wondering why his student was asking such a weird question as well as wondering how Itadori knew about his feelings towards you.

“Sensei, it’s so obvious that you like L/N-sensei! There is no denying that fact,” Kugisaki shouted in frustration, annoyed at the fact how her teacher was so ignorant to the fact that it was clear as day that his infatuation towards you was just painful evident.

“Ah~ you guys caught me~” Gojo teasingly admitted with his hands stuffed into his pocket, before smiling up at the three students that were staring at him with dumbfounded faces.

“WAIT SO YOU KNEW YOU HAD FEELINGS?” Both Itadori and Kugisaki yelled in anger, causing Fushiguro to give both them as well as his teacher a glare of annoyance due to their loudness.

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“Fushiguro, who is that?” Kugisaki quietly asked as she pointed towards someone that was walking towards the first-years and Gojo with Principle Yaga right beside them, discussing something that seemed extremely important between both the adults.

“That’s L/N-sensei, she teaches at the Kyoto Metropolitan Curse Technical College but from time to time, she does come over to this school to teach us as well,” Fushiguro explained, as he watches you finally stop right in front of them with a small smile on your face.

“So, these are the two new first-years you were talking about,” you commented to Principal Yaga before introducing yourself towards the three. “My name is L/N Y/N, and you all will be seeing me here from time to time since I’ll be helping you all, but you already know me Megumi,” you stated before gently patting the young boy’s head, causing Fushiguro to smile kindly at you.

“Ah~ isn’t it little Y/N? Have you gotten shorter over the past few months that I haven’t seen you?” Gojo then asked in a playful tone as he placed his giant hand on the top of your head, causing a sudden wave of irritation to hit you once you heard the shaman’s voice. “Well, well, well isn’t it dumbass Satoru? Are you still salty at the fact that I beat you in our last match?” you asked mischievous tone as you then violently pinched his right cheek before pulling it as much as you could.

“Are they dating?” Itadori then asked his friend, only to receive a simple ‘no’ as a response from Fushiguro, causing all three of them to continue watching the mess that was unfolding right in front of them.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch,” Gojo painfully panicked, before you suddenly let go of his face leaving an extremely bright ruby red mark on his face where your fingers were. “That hurts Y/N, who is going to even date you with your abusive antics?” Gojo mocked, causing you to instantly reply with “definitely not you, idiot Satoru,” you quickly answered back leading to the powerful shaman to express a blank expression his face before instantly replacing it with a cheeky smile to cover up what he was feeling - yet, even with that split second change, Itadori, Fushiguro and Kugisaki all notice this and began to wonder the same thing.

‘Does Gojo-sensei like L/N-sensei?’

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“You should really confess to her,” Kugisaki suggested to her teacher, causing both Fushiguro and Itadori to nod in agreement - most likely to not be a victim to her wrath if they had disagreed with the female student.

“Maybe you should give her flowers? Or maybe some chocolate since L/N-sensei really like sweets,” Fushiguro commented, causing everyone to look at him with confused expressions on their faces.

“How did you know L/N-sensei loves sweets?” Itadori asked in a perplexed expression, as he wondered by Fushiguro would know such a random fact about you, causing his classmate to sign in frustration before explaining with, “when I was younger, she would always have a few small snacks in her pockets and would offer me some when I was upset or after picking me up from school,”.

“Awww that is so cute Fushiguro, L/N-sensei was basically your other parent,” Kugisaki commented with her hands hold her cheeks while squealing as she imagined the little image of you crouching down and giving a mini Fushiguro a chocolate chip cookie.

“Sensei, listen to Fushiguro and get a box of chocolates! The expensive kind as well because good food is anyone’s best friend,” Kugisaki ranted, as she was getting excited to set this couple up like she was cupid with the arrow - well...more like the nails and hammer.

“Or just get L/N-sensei’s favourite, which is…” Itadori added into the conversation before turning to his shikigami user friend, waiting for him to complete his sentence. Fushiguro turned to look at Itadori before quickly answering, “Meiji Milk Chocolate,”

“That’s quite a cheap chocolate,” Itadori then commented before Kugisaki quickly commanded, “it doesn't matter! Gojo-sensei, you need to go and buy that chocolate as soon as possible since L/N-sensei is coming to teach us today, so better hurry it up!” leading to the special grade shaman to sigh loudly as he quickly standing up from his seat to on his own two feet before making his way out of the room, quickly waving his arm out to all three of his students as a simple ‘see you later’

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After an extremely quick run to the closest convenience store, there was no surprised that Mr Gojo “I like eating sweets as well” Satoru came back with a small white bag with the store logo filled with masses of different types of sweets and chocolates nearly overflowing to the top, making any sweet-tooth child that saw this exceedingly jealous at the adult.

Walking around the grounds of Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, Gojo was in search of both you and his three students, wondering where all four of you could have gone since he was very certain that there were no missions needed to be completed by anyone from what he was informed. 

However, there was a sudden sound of laughter coming from his left side causing the shaman to quickly turn in that direction and from the sounds of it, it was definitely Kugisaki laughing her ass off at something right now at this current moment in time. Turning his feet, Gojo steadily made his way towards the direction of the sound, hoping that he would find you and the rest there on wherever his feet would guide him.

After finding his way, Gojo had unexpectedly come to the amusing sight of both Fushiguro and Kugisaki - who was still laughing her ass off - sitting on the stairs that were leading to the track field of the school, with you casually standing with your hand in your pocket as Itadori was face planted on the ground from what he assumed was from your beating in your react combat training match.

“I can’t lie Yuji, you’re definitely stronger than I had imagined, if you are able to somehow combine both your physical strength with your curse energy equally, you would be able to beat Todo in no time,” you commented, as you stretched your arms to realise some of the tension that had gained from the little practice match you had with the salmon-haired student.

“Are you sure about that sensei?” Itadori excitedly asked as he quickly lifted his head up from the ground, causing you to gently smile at the young boy before nodding at his question. Leisurely, you turned your head towards the other students to ask whose turn it was until you suddenly saw an exceptionally tall figure standing behind the seated Fushiguro and Kugisaki.

“I guess class has to be dismissed for you,” you quietly mentioned to all the three students causing them to then look at the direction you were glancing at, only to find their playful teacher waving at them with a bright smile on his face.

“Yo~ it seemed like all of you had taken a beating, especially you Yuji,” Gojo stated, causing the Itadori to look away with a tired expression before steadily getting up from the ground. “Also, you all can head back into your dorms to freshen up from your training session since I need to have a chat with L/N-sensei. Class dismissed,” Gojo suddenly announced, leading all the first-years to look confused before seemingly realising what their teacher was going to do once they caught the slight of the small white bag that was in his hands.

Quickly making their way up the stairs, Itadori, Fushiguro and Kugisaki all gave you a wave ‘goodbye’ before making their way back to their rooms, making you and Gojo the only people that were in the area right now.

“What is it that you want, idiot?” you asked, before making your way towards him with a tired expression painted on your face before positioning yourself on the stairs where Kugisaki was previously seated, leading to the white-haired shaman to take a seat next to you - where Fushiguro was previously. 

Suddenly, you unexpectedly heard a loud sound of something ruffling causing you to turn your head, only to now discover the small white back that your Tokyo rival was carrying to then also quickly detect that it was filled with chocolates and sweets leading to a cute little shine in your eyes to which didn’t go unnoticed by the white-haired man.

“You looking at something sweetie~?” Gojo teasingly asked, causing you to look up at him before quickly turning your head away to the opposite direction, embarrassed that he had caught you peeking at his little snack bag. Although, a few seconds later, you suddenly saw two rectangular boxes that were in both brown and white colour appear in front of your face leaving you in a confused state before hearing “I thought you would want something sweet after teaching my students, like a thank you gift I suppose,”

Hesitantly, you grabbed the two packages before slowly turning back your head to look at your jujutsu sorcerer colleague to see what he was resting his chin on the palm of his hand, somewhat covering the lower half that wasn’t covered but no enough for you to not see the pink hues that were slowly appearing on his face.

Deciding to not ruin the moment, you peered down at the chocolate that Gojo had given you to only suddenly find that he had brought your favourite kind, Meiji Chocolate but he had also added the white chocolate version for you to which put a gentle smile upon your face.

“Oh~ are you liking my gifts?” Gojo playfully asked you as he peered upon your face causing you to look at him with an irritated look. “Way to ruin the moment, you fool,” you then stated before carefully opening the box as you then slid out the foiled covered chocolate before processing to remove the shiny wrapping, only to be presented with the smoothest looking bar of chocolate you have ever laid eyes on. 

Admiring the sweet treat for a few seconds, you began to break the top row of cubes because handing it towards the shaman that was still looking at you. “Here and thank you for the chocolate, I really appreciate it,” you quietly said to Gojo, leading to the shaman to look at you with a shocked face - since you rarely thanked him for simple things like this - before using taking a bite of the chocolate that was still in your hands causing you to blush extremely from his actions. 

“HEY! At least take the chocolate from my hands and not eat it while I’m holding it, you snow idiot!” you shouted at him before feeling something being gently pressed upon your lips while a hint of sweet milk chocolate could be tasted.

Instantly dropping the chocolate bar on your lap, you slowly raised your hands and gently placed them upon Gojo’s cheeks, keeping him still as you wanted to savour this moment a little longer with him. Just a little longer. 

The taste of chocolate was sweetly addictive and there was nothing that could make you want to pull away. You were just plainly addicted. 

Slowly, you moved one of your hands to place it behind his head while placing the other arm over his shoulder. You just needed him close to you. You were willing to let him take your last breath if that meant you get to taste the sweetness that was being shared between the both of you right now.

Unwillingly, you felt yourself and him begin to pull away due to the lack of air, leaving both you and Gojo with heavy breaths. However, before Gojo could ever get a word in between the silence that was surrounding the both of you, he suddenly felt you pull his head back towards you only to feel your lips upon his in a desperate state, letting him off with no choice but to enjoy the feeling on unconditional love that was evolving between both you and him.

As well as the sweet taste of chocolate.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #jujutsu kaisen gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jjk gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru imagine #gojo satoru imagines #satoru gojo imagine #satoru gojo imagines

[rubysunnday]

your song | c.b

Summary: Being in love with Colin Bridgerton is hard when the man keeps running off to different continents for months at a time. But the letters he writes and the songs he sends keep the romance alive.

It had been six, long months since Y/N had last seen Colin Bridgerton.

He had gone off travelling again, disappearing off one night with nothing more than a kiss on the cheek goodbye and a promise to write.

The romance between Y/N and Colin had struck out of nowhere. One night they'd been dancing as nothing more than friends and the next moment, there was something more. The way his hands tightened on her waist whenever Cressida said something mean felt different. The way he wrote her notes with every bunch of flowers he sent read differently.

The way he took her hand as she stepped out a carriage, his fingers gently entwining with hers, felt different.

Y/N had fallen head over heels for a man who hated staying in the same place for more than a week. And it was annoying.

He'd written to her more than he had his own family. He wrote to her everyday, judging from the dates on his letters and they arrived in bundles from the postman, all tied with a ribbon that somehow managed to match the dress she was wearing that day.

In the dozens of letters Colin had sent her, he wrote down every detail of the place he was in from the sunsets to the colour of the postboxes. The friends he was traveling with were both music students, desperate for either a career break or to find a new purpose in life.

One of them, Freddy, has been teaching me about the beauty of song writing and how all great pieces of music begin. I'm nowhere near the grandure of Mozart or the beauty of Beethoven or any musicale we've ever attended, but I'm enjoying it nonetheless.

I've found that in my writings there's always one thing I can never quite describe correctly. I search through books for the right words that could even begin to do you justice, my dear Y/N, but I find none. There's no word for describing the way you watch a musicale, or the way you talk about art and reading. There's no word on earth that could do you justice.

So, I hope this poor man's attempt at a song, written under strict guidance and a watchful eye, will begin to convey, just how much I love you.

Y/N had read the letter over and over, her eyes scouring each and every line, taking in the sloppy slant of Colin's handwriting and how he smudged the ink in his desperation to write and write and write.

She pulled out the final sheet of the letter and let out a small surprised gasp. It was a piece of music, the notes written precisely and intricately, the lyrics written messily and scrunched up underneath it. It was obvious which part Colin had been trusted with.

To Y/N

Your Song - by Colin Bridgerton

Y/N stood up from her desk and walked over to the pianoforte that sat in the corner of her room, covered in a thin layer of dust. Y/N wasn't an expert on the pianoforte, her and Colin had bonded over their failed attempts at playing. Colin could sing, though. And as Y/N read through the lyrics, tentatively playing a couple of notes on her dust keys, she could hear him singing it, his hand in her hair as they watched the sunset from the garden bench at Bridgerton House.

Their romance had been kept quiet. The ton was used to the two being openly affectionate with each other, constantly hugging or holding hands and none of them realised when it turned from friendship to romance.

Y/N and Colin had sat in the rose garden of Aubrey Hall one summer night, the sounds of the ball drifting over to them along the gentle breeze. Colin had quietly begun singing along to the song, his hands gently tracing a dance on Y/N's bare arm as she rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes shut.

Colin's singing voice was beautiful. And as Y/N played the song he'd written for her, she could imagine him sitting beside her and singing along, his hands over hers as she slowly played the notes.

Attending the opera without him felt bizarre. They'd begun a routine of sitting next to each other in the box, sharing the opera glasses and softly commenting on the music, the costumes, the lighting.

Y/N sat down in the box, scooting her chair close to the balcony. Her mother sat down next to her and sighed happily as she took in the view.

"Isn't this lovely?" She asked, picking up her opera glasses and looking through them at the stage. "I do love a concert."

Y/N said nothing, merely nodded. She kept thinking back to Colin's letter, of his promised return home in time for the concert. In time for him to sit down next to her, take her hand, and whisper about the music.

Y/N glanced up at the box the Bridgerton's sat in and tried not to let out a defeated sigh - still no Colin. Francesca caught her looking and gave her a sympathetic smile along with a shake of her head and Y/N turned back to the stage, trying not to let the disappointment sink in.

The orchestra began warming up, the music notes blending in with the quiet chatter of the audience. Y/N couldn't stop her eyes from constantly scanning the audience, the stage, the boxes, for any sign of Colin.

An excited whisper went over the audience as the lights were dimmed and the lights on the stage that illuminated the thick, red curtain were turned on.

For a minute there was silence. And then the orchestra began playing as the curtain flew up, revealing the actors on the stage.

My gift is my song, and this one's for you

And you can tell everybody

Y/N felt her heart do a bizarre skip. She recognised those words. She'd read them over and over again each night before she went to sleep. The piece of paper they had arrived on was now well worn and creased and she'd meticulously copied out the notes and the lyrics for fear of loosing them.

She scanned the audience again and felt her heart stop. The concert faded away as she focused on the man standing in the corner near the side door, a tiny smile on his face.

Colin Bridgerton stood with his hands behind his back, smiling up at her, his chin covered in the stubble of a beard. He was tanner then before and his hair had gotten lighter but it was still Colin.

Her Colin.

You see I've forgotten, if they're green or they're blue Anyway the thing is, what I really mean Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

Y/N giggled and felt a smile appear on her face as she gave Colin the smallest wave possible, not wanting to attract attention. Colin waved back and nodded to the door that led to the auditorium. Y/N nodded in return and watched Colin disappear out the side door.

"Go on, then," Y/N's mother said, tapping her daughter's knee. "Go find him."

Y/N quietly slipped from her seat and pushed open the curtain, blinking at the bright lights in the corridor.

As she made her way down to the auditorium, she could hear angry voices that were trying not to yell. She rounded the corner and saw Anthony, Violet and Benedict Bridgerton all standing in front of a bemused looking Colin.

"You said you'd be back by the concert!" Anthony hissed, clearly irritated by Colin's lateness.

"It's hardly my fault the train got stuck by a tree, is it, Anthony?" Colin asked, sighing. "I'm here now, however, am I not? Stop fussing."

Anthony went off again, flailing his limbs around as he tried to knock some sense into Colin, his mother trying to be the peace maker between the two as Benedict tried, and failed, not to laugh.

"This isn't funny, Benedict!" Anthony snapped, turning to face his other brother as he snorted.

Benedict's smirk faded as he realised he was about to be on the end of Anthony's rant. He sighed and crossed his arms, physically bracing himself as Anthony went off again.

Colin, looking both bemused and annoyed at his family, turned and spotted Y/N, hovering at the stop of the stairs. His face fell from an annoyed smirk into a stunned smile as he stared up at her.

"They're actually both," Y/N said to Colin, her voice quiet enough that the three other Bridgerton's present had yet to realise she was there.

"What are?" Colin asked, walking up to meet her, taking each step slowly.

"My eyes," Y/N replied, smiling, dropping the skirt of her dress. "They're both colours."

Colin chuckled and looked like he was blushing. "I told you I wasn't good at song writing."

"Everyone else seemed to enjoy it," she replied as she heard the audience applaud loudly.

"Because Freddy worked on it for months until tonight," Colin replied. "Even then he wasn't sure about performing it. If he'd performed the version I'd written the ton would be complaining. I'm not very good at it."

"I think you're better at it than you believe, Mr Bridgerton," Y/N said as she continued walking down until they were both on the large step that broke up the stairs. "I'm not sure about the beard, however."

"Why?" Colin asked, a hand subconsciously flying to his chin and running across the stubble.

"Well, it just means that every time I go to kiss you, I will have to be tickled and scratched by it," she replied, her hand covering the one resting on his chin. She entwined her fingers with his. "But I can live with that."

Colin laughed and leant forward, kissing Y/N with the passion and desperation of not seeing her for six months. His hand rested on the back of her head, carefully minding her hair as his thumb stroked her skin.

"I think I'm going to stay here for now," Colin said softly, breaking apart from her, resting his forehead on hers. "Stay with you."

Y/N looked up at him, feeling his breath on her cheeks. "Colin Bridgerton, are you -"

"Yes," Colin said, cutting her off. "I am. Because it took being apart from you for six months to realise what I was missing. To realise that I travel the world searching for purpose and reason, when, in reality, my reason is you. The purpose of my entire being is you.

"Without you, I'm half a man. Without you, the travelling begins to feel like running away and I don't want to run from you. I want to take your hand and run with you. Forever if we wanted. I can run until you can't run anymore. And when you can't run anymore, I'll carry you."

Y/N smiled, pressing her lips together as she savoured the taste of his kiss. "Words are your forte, Mr Bridgerton," she said softly, stroking the side of his head, threading her fingers through his curls. "I'll run with you to the end of the world and back again. I'll take your hand in mine and I will never let you go. Not again."

Colin pressed his lips to her and Y/N smiled against his lips before returning the kiss. He smelt of his cologne, the sweet caramel biscuits he loved and, somehow, the floral, homely scent of Bridgerton House

He smelt of home. He was her home. Simply being in his arms was enough.

"I've just realised something," Colin whispered in her ear.

Y/N looked up at him, staring into his eyes. "What?"

"My family is watching us."

Y/N glanced behind him and saw the three Bridgerton's pretending to occupy themselves with anything else. Benedict was investigating a painting, Anthony was admiring the ceiling and Violet had been reading the program but glanced up at them with a smile.

And despite it all, Y/N let out a snort of laughter and dropped her head on to Colin's shoulder. "Of course they are."

Colin giggled, actually giggled, and rested his head on top of hers. "Better get used to it, love, I doubt they'll ever stop staring."

#bridgerton #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton x reader #colin bridgerton x reader #colin bridgerton imagine #colin bridgerton #bridgerton imagines

[punkpresentmic]

i. would like to hear 👀 more about this raunchy villain au 👀👀 if you're willing to share 👀👀👀

YEAH. The little short n sweet version is here BUT. if you'd like the version that is neither short nor particularly sweet i am too willing to deliver asdfasd

So listen. Hizashi & Shouta started off as UA heroes in training, but it... didn't go as planned. Because in their 3rd year, after an incident of Hizashi intervening in a physical bullying altercation, things go awry & their peer ends up dead at both of their hands. But sitting next to each other in an ambulance as first responders swarm the scene, they both voice the same realization to each other: it felt good. & from there they make a choice they can't go back on—to flee the scene, now as partners in crime.

& they continue their bloody thrill-seeking—sometimes with decent-ish justification, sometimes not. They end up getting together, always on the run for their crimes. They befriend Oboro & Nemuri along the way, two individuals with a lot more gray area than they have.

The AU actually starts with their apartment being raided, & with our two villains jumping out the window & making a break for it, Hizashi sans clothes due to an unfortunate interruption of date night. They know exactly where they're going, though: Cloudy Day Dry Cleaner's isn't far. Their good pal Oboro runs a business that's part laundromat, part dry-cleaning, which you can imagine is very helpful for a villain pair who ruin a lot of clothes in their, ah, line of work.

Oboro is an ex-villain, technically. He's released on parole & attends some court-mandated therapy sessions in an exceedingly unusual situation of having been kidnapped as a youth, going through all the canon-typical Nomu-ing, & spending his time as Kurogiri, but he happens to get back his memories of what happened to him, of how he wasn't always Kurogiri. Understandably has a breakdown, ends up staggering himself into a hospital, where doctors & authorities learn of his original identity. He retains all his memories as Kurogiri, does not remember being Oboro, but is regardless no longer really Kurogiri anymore either. He gets to rebuild himself from the ground-up, working hard to reconcile all parts of who he once was. He starts his business. He adopts Sushi. He bartends part-time, teaches some classes on drink mixing. & he makes some new friends!

But as for Shouta & Hizashi, the raid ends up with them no longer having a place of their own to stay & losing most of their stuff. Drifting between Oboro's & Nemuri's—herself a purveyor of many fine goods, including but not limited to their prescriptions—they come up with a plan to get their things back & find a new place to stay. Plus, they end up collecting a cat, some new plans for their futures, some new items on their criminal records, a new appreciation for a bloody flavor of vigilantism, & also a kid because I think villain Shinsou is fun too.

Primarily an AU for villainous shenanigans, there’s no shortage of crimes. & bc they're thrill-seeking bastards—& also bc this AU was born out of a stupid ‘who took the strap in the divorce’ joke—there’s no shortage of explicit scenes between the happy couple either.

#isaythings #staring into open flame.c #villain!mic #villain!aizawa #villain au #erasermic #honestly minors probably don’t touch this au it’s not for you kdksksk #the rooftop squad shenanigans in this 1 are fun #Hizashi & Shouta try to set up oboro & nem #also I v much wrote out a long scene for oboro #& a backstory scene that will never appear if I do end up writing/sharing this #my villain au

[ordinaryschmuck]

What I Thought About "Knock Knock Knockin' on Hooty's Door" from The Owl House

Wow. They are really pushing it for that secret message, huh?

Anywho--Salutations, random people on the internet who certainly won’t read this! I am an Ordinary Schmuck. I write stories and reviews and draw comics and cartoons!

I think it goes without saying at this point that Season Two of The Owl House is setting itself up as a season without filler. Now, filler episodes aren't always bad. Yes, it hurts when a series turns away from the main plot for a week. But at best, they're utilized as a chance for the writers to play around with the characters and developing said characters without it relating to the overarching story. So, some people who see that consider it a bad thing that a series doesn't have that many filler episodes.

I like to call those people: F**king morons.

Don't get me wrong, I see where some of you are coming from. And I'd be willing to agree...if The Owl House was a plot-driven series. Which it's not. It is a character-driven series. Because for every plot thread and narrative that the show presents, they always relate to the characters and develop them further each time these threads get brought up. For example, look at "Knock Knock Knockin’ on Hooty's Door" (It pains me just to write that). Several narratives move forward, and it’s all done to make the characters grow. And to explain how requires going into spoilers. So keep that in mind as you continue reading.

Now, let's review, shall we?

WHAT I LIKED

Hooty: Might as well start with the character that this episode is about.

To tell you the truth, I wasn't a huge fan when I found out we're getting a Hooty-centered episode. I've grown to love him over time, but he is a comedic character that's best used in small doses. Primarily due to how his voice is grating to me (My ears are still bleeding...). With that said, I do really love his contributions in "Knock Knock Knockin' on Hooty's Door" (Seriously, there couldn't have been a less awkward title?). Hooty's antics when trying to help everyone are as hilarious as they are heartwarming. He deeply cares for his friends but just doesn't understand how his plans could do some unintended harm, which is pretty lovable if you ask me. We also get some surprisingly great insight into his character, as he feels insecure about basically being the comic relief who doesn't really do that much other than being funny. Rarely do you get that level of dimension from a comedic character, and it's even more uncommon for that to work out as well as it does here. It once again proves just how competent the writing is in this series to the point where we get an episode about Hooty, and it's funny and heartwarming instead of being annoying. And whoever is responsible for that, you're the best.

Lilith’s Letter to Hooty: I mean it when I say that I love how Lilith kept her word about her and Hooty becoming penpals. Their friendship was something I would have never expected to love, and I'm still shocked that it works so well, so seeing it continue like this just warms me to the bone. Plus, it is pretty sweet that Lilith's kind words are what inspired Hooty to do what he's done in this episode...meaning it's Lilith we should thank here--SON OF A WITCH! Even when she's gone, she's still working her way into my heart!

King going through Puberty: What?! KING IS EVOLVING!

(There, I made a Pokemon reference. Do I get my cookie now?)

Eda Keeping Herself Awake to Train Herself: I'm willing to bet a large sum of money that this has everything to with Raine getting captured last week. If Eda was still the most powerful witch in the Isles, she might have actually saved them. But she isn't, and now the love of her life is in the clutches of a tyrant planning something that could potentially be the end of everything. So I can understand Eda pushing herself to her limit to get back on top again, as I would probably do the same. It's not healthy in any way, and Eda would be doing more harm than good. But when it comes to the people you love, logic doesn't always win out in the end.

Luz Wanting to Make her Way into Amity’s Heart by Making the Echo Mouse Happy: ...That's it. I Just...I just love everything about it, ok?

This was also when I knew that I was wrong to doubt that there would be zero Lumity in this episode. I realize my follies now, and I humbly apologize.

Hooty Teaching King About Demons: This was so funny. So, so funny. Probably doesn't come as a surprise, especially since The Owl House proves itself as a comedy before, but the jokes have never hit as frequently and as hard as they did here. From Hooty getting offended by King's dance to him and Dana's insert wanting a "DNA sample," everything managed to successfully make me lose my s**t. It does come at the expense of King suffering, but I can stomach that much more than if it were Eda or Luz. And, as a bonus, we get lore about how demons work, added with another great joke of King getting in trouble with Hooty for saying he already knows this stuff. Humor isn't always the show's strong suit, but when it works, it f**king works.

King Wanting to Know What he Is: But despite how funny King's vignette was, we still get to see more of his character grow. We learn that he's frustrated now that there's this big question mark over his life now, feeling extra angry that his father "abandoned" him to leave such a present mystery. It shows the hidden resentment he has that Lilith inadvertently brought out, made even worse when King's father hasn't responded to the video yet. King hasn't really gotten that much development until "Echoes of the Past," so it's pretty cool that the writers haven't really slowed down on it. Especially when it leads to these great moments of King venting his frustrations.

King’s Shouting Powers: KING learned FUS RO DAH!

(And now that's a Pokemon reference AND a Skyrim reference. WHERE'S MY GOSH DANG COOKIE!?)

Eda’s Nightmare: If King's vignette hits you hard with the laughs, Eda's will absolutely hit you harder with the feels (never make me say "feels" unironically again). Knowing that Eda's life got thoroughly screwed over by the curse is something we could figure out on her own. But seeing just how much the curse ruined her life and tore apart relationships that mean the world to her really does a swell job at ripping apart the soul. What's even more tragic is, technically speaking, it's all sort of Eda's fault too. She kept hiding the curse, refusing to be a burden to others who would do all they could to help. If she had only been open and honest, things probably wouldn't have changed much, but they most likely would have been better than they are now.

Eda Attacked her Father as the Owl Beast: ...I don't know what I was expecting when "Keeping Up A-Fear-Ances" hinted that there was some possible tension between Eda and her father...but it definitely wasn't this.

The fact that we see blood where his eye used to be doesn't make things any happier, either.

Raine Broke Up with Eda: Before we get into anything else, let's celebrate the fact that it's now confirmed that Eda and Raine really did use to date in the past. Because this show is just f**king phenomenal with its LGBTQA+ representation!

But, seriously, this is a fantastic reveal that goes far beyond just shipping...well, sort of. It shines a new light on Eda and Raine's interactions from last week, revealing that while they're not a couple anymore, they still very much love each other. It helps make their last interaction especially tragic, as they were both on the same page now and could very well be together again. Only for them to be forced apart for the second time in a way that's much worse than the first. And I frickin' adore that this series changes the impact of one episode one week later. Again, it shows just how competent these writers are, and kudos to them for making something so...perfect.

The Moon Person: WHO THE FU--Nope. Nope! We have more than enough mystery bulls**t to deal with through CreepyLuz and Philip Wittebane, so I am PUTTING YOU ON THE BACKBURNER FOR NOW!

(They're probably nothing more than a one-off character, anyway)

The Owl Beast and Eda are Connected: Through visuals alone, we, the audience, can clue into what the curse really means. The Owl Beast doesn't want to be a part of Eda as much as she doesn't want it to be a part of her. Whether they like it or not, and they very much don't, they're stuck together. The thing is, and this is what I love the most, they still decide to make the best of their situation rather than let it ruin their lives even more. This might be the best possible turn Eda's curse could have made. It'll still affect her, and there are probably more negatives than positives, but at least now, it's not the worst thing in the world. And I feel like that's all anyone can ask when in a position like her own.

Eda's “Pretty Dream”: I don't know what emotions are toiling inside me more with this moment. Awe and wonder over how beautiful Eda's dream is, or heartbreak over the implication that she has only had nightmares since getting cursed...I'm gonna say both. Yeah, it's definitely both.

Eda’s Harpie Form: Well, fan artists are gonna have a field day with this...especially the freaks.

(You know who you are. And you're weird!)

Luz Calling Amity a “Cotton-Candy Haired Goddess”: ...Have I ever mentioned how much I love this show?

Hooty Kidnapped Amity: ...Hooty, if your stupidity wasn't charming, I would be more than willing to call the authorities over how you kidnapped a girl in your version of a knapsack and locked her in the basement. For that is going to ring SO MANY alarm bells in people's heads.

Amity and Luz Stuck in a Tunnel of Love: *Smacks lips* Mmm. The adorable awkwardness of this moment is just *chef's kiss* magnifique!

Luz being afraid of getting made fun of:

Amity’s look of hope: I mean...just...f**king--LOOK AT HER:

That is the look of a girl who, while embarrassed as hell, still is ecstatic to learn for a brief moment, everything that she is hoping for has a high chance of being real. Who, in their right mind, wouldn't go "Aw!" at something so pure and innocent?!

Luz Destroying the Tunnel of Love: This is how to effectively utilize dramatic irony. The audience can understand why Luz is tearing the place apart because she explicitly states that she's afraid of Amity rejecting her in the end. They also know that's bogus, thus making it extra painful to watch Amity's heart break more and more with each second (which is perfectly represented through Amity's expressions). You feel bad for both of them, and even worse when you know that it can easily be prevented by the simple art of communication. That's what makes it great dramatic irony. Knowing the point of view of each character results in a scene that evokes emotions in two different ways.

Hooty’s Breakdown: This was...genuinely hard to watch. Not that it was badly written, far from it. It just...hurt seeing how destroyed Hooty was when he realized he failed the people he has such an admiration for. On the upside, a wholesome moment follows soon after as the Owl House gang tries to reassure Hooty that he's done a lot of good that night. It's a pure action that shows even though Hooty gets on their nerves all the time, they still care about him...damn it. I think I'm gonna cry.

Eda’s Advice for Luz: ...Eda...You're the best.

You found out that your surrogate daughter wants to ask a girl out, and not only were you quick to deliver the best possible advice ("Just go for it!"), but you also quickly reassure her that it doesn't need to be perfect.

And you know what? That's it. Eda is the best cartoon mom! She might not technically be Luz's mom, but I don't give a s**t because she is the best!

Luz and Amity Ask Each Other Out: Shh-sh-sh-sh...

Do you hear that?

...

...

...It's the sound of dozens of Lumity fans collectively losing their s**t...and I'm one of them.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO!

IT!

IS!

CANON!

AH-HAHAHAHAHA!

HOLY S**T! Holy s**t! Holy s**t...might just be the best way I could possibly describe this! Finally, after all the waiting, speculating, and praying, THESE TWO IDIOTS FINALLY GOT TOGETHER! AND IT WAS PERFECT! I mean, it was awkward as s**t, but that's what makes it perfect! You know why? You wanna--Hey! *snaps fingers*. You want to know why? It's because they're teenagers. Of f**king course, it's going to be awkward! This is their first relationship, so there will be a lot of missteps along the way. And that, in itself, brings me to the best (second best part?) thing about it happening in episode eight of the new seasons. Most endgame couples get together in the climax or even at the end of the series. But to have them get together this early on, means there will be quite a few episodes dedicated to showing them grow as a couple.

And better than that--EVEN F**KING BETTER THAN THAT--dozens of kids are going to see these two, a realistic depiction of young love that just so happens to involve two girls, and are going to learn once and for all that there is nothing wrong with being who they are. That fact alone is f**king incredible. Yes, it sucks that season three got cut short, and we'll have even less time with Luz and Amity, but knowing how many kids have felt seen today almost makes it worth it in the end.

And if I see one mother f**ker saying this was poorly paced, I might just hunt them down for SPORT...Sorry if that was an overreaction. I'M JUST SO HAPPY! Because they're happy! Look at them. Listen to them! It's so...GAH-HAHAHA!

“They’re adorable! And deserve all the happiness!”: You're darn right, Hooty! You're darn right.

King’s Father(?) Shows Up: What the--WHAT?! They're doing this now?! Here?! After everything else?

Oh, man. What could this mean? What dynamic changes will this cause in the main cast? How could the writers fit this in during the next two episodes? And what--

Hooty Eats the Letter: ...Pfffft--HAHAHAHA!

Oh, man...I should be mad, and I wouldn't blame others if they are...but that is too much of a brilliant f**k you that I can't help but appreciate it. Bravo writers. Bravo.

WHAT I DISLIKED

...Dislikes? Dislikes? You would honestly believe that after everything I witnessed in this episode, that I would have the gull to list anything wrong with it?!

HOW DARE YOU ASSUME THAT I WOULD BE SO CALLUS TO--Actually, I do kind of have an issue with the episode's title. It's just too much of an awkward mouthful for me to get behind. I understand that the writers wanted to sneak the K into the secret message, but were there really no other titles starting with K that they couldn't come up with?

But that's just a personal issue, and in no way do I think anybody else would feel the same way. Especially with how well-written everything else is anyway.

IN CONCLUSION

"Knock Knock Knockin' on Hooty's Door" (title aside) is another A+ episode. It was hilarious, heart-wrenching, and downright adorable while keeping me entertained with every minute. I'm sure there are some issues I was willing to ignore due to how expertly written everything else was, but why bother looking for the chinks in the armor when I could just enjoy a perfect episode for being so...perfect! Some of you might be willing to disagree with me, but to that, I say: Don't knock it till you've tried it.

(Now, if you don't excuse me, I'm going to go lie down. It's...It's been a day.)

#the owl house #the owl house season 2 #the owl house reviews #the owl house spoilers #toh spoilers #toh hooty #king clawthorne #eda clawthorne #raeda #luz noceda #amity blight #lumity #lumity is canon #what i thought about

[lilallama]

Teachers...

Bulsajo Highschool's Students aren't the only ones taken by L/n Y/n.

Subjects

Lee Jieun - Philosophy/Poetry

Kim Hyuna - Drama

Kim Hyojong - Music

Kwong Jiyong - PE

IU

Lee Jieun

"Just know that I'm always open to talk, Y/n. We can sit down and have a cup of tea or cocoa, if you want. You can confide in me, don't worry, dearest."

Jieun is one of the youngest teachers at Bulsajo High. Her gentle voice and aura led her to becoming one of the most popular teachers on campus. She really cares for the students wellbeing, and is always open to discuss different issues with her students. Students don't exclusively visit her to tell her of their woes, but also just to chat over a cup of hot tea or cocoa. She always says, it's important to stay calm. The one thing she won't ever tolerate in class are disruptive or aggressive students. She will give them detention, but all it really is, is another discussion of what they did wrong over a cup of tea or cocoa. Unbeknownst to the students and staff, she took it upon herself to provide the students with the needed calmness. To help them achieve such a relaxed state, she mixes different types of benzodiazepines, anxiety medications, into the beverages she gives them. It works like a charm every time. Especially Jeongguk seeks out her help when frustrated. The hot cocoa she gives him reallt works like a charm.

If there is one person she adores, it's Y/n. They're just so pleasant and adorable to her. They're no trouble and so intelligent. She's not ashamed to say that she truly has gained a little crush on the student. Ever since they met in their 3rd year at Bulsajo High, she was utterly enraptured by their everything. She spends her free time fantasizing about them.

HyunA

Kim Hyuna

"Good morning, Y/n! How was your weekend? I'm so jealous of your parents. I'd love to have a child like you. If I could I'd adopt you right away."

Hyuna is a well respected teacher. She's known to be strict during classes, but very cool outside of her lessons. She is unapologetically honest with everyone and actively dismisses rules, such as the dress code. Since she is so honest, she's also openly biased with her students. She has her favourite and isn't afraid to show it. Neither is her husband; Hyojong. These two are partners in crime, they favour the same students and discuss almost everything with each other first. They are a very lowkey couple, which most students appreciate. Hyuna is a wonderful teacher who actually listens to the students advice and opinions. Her biasing certain students doesn't mean she's treating the others bad, though she does have a few on her blacklist.

Sadly, Hyuna was never able to get a child. Her job is not the only way to the perfect family of three, she had always wanted. A while ago, they went to the doctor when they realised; all efforts to get pregnant failed. Turns out; Hyuna was infertile. She would not be able to get a child, unless they adopted. This deeply affected both Hyuna and Hyojong. When she met Y/n it was like they were sent from heaven. The perfect child, which was stolen from her.

Dawn

Kim Hyojong

"Of course, what do you need? Homework? No no. You don't have to do any homework, Y/n. I thought you knew that. You're busy enough with all the work the others give you. All idiots, really."

Hyojong is a very chill teacher. The students like his class, since he's always very laidback and tries to make the subject understandable to all the students. Sadly though, his homework can be really time consuming. And the quizzes are difficult. He's not that strict and allows the students to eat, drink and even sleep during his class. It's not his problem if they write a bad grade on the upcoming test, it's their mistake. But he will not hold it against them. If they study outside of school and end up writing a good grade, then that's good enough for him. Just like his wife, he is openly biased but not as obvious about it. He doesn't try to hide it, but it's not as noticeable unless you pay attention to it. Hyojong and the principle have a rather... difficult relationship. They hate each other absolutely. Yet the principle cannot find a reason to fire him, since he still does his job and teaches the students well enough. The entire reason for their hatred towards each other is really just a difference in ideals. Nayeon doesn't like him, at all. But he really doesn't care for her.

He was just as distraught as Hyuna when they found out, they would not be able to have a child. But he tried getting over it, not thinking too much about it. That was, untill Hyuna started talking about a Y/n. A new student, with whom she really seemed to have gotten attached to. He immediately agreed ypon closer inspection. They seemed like the perfect child, the child they had always wanted. Hyuna claimed their parents had, stolen you away from them. He could not agree more.

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Kwong Jiyong

"Hop, hop, hop! No slacking off in my class. Oh, Y/n dear, don't exert yourself! Take a break, I'll get you some water. Hey, continue everyone! If I see just one of you stopping before you finished ten laps, you're up for detention."

A very strict and passionate teacher. He thinks pushing yourself to the limit is how you learn your boundaries. He views life as pure survival. Either you learn how to protect yourself or you get yourself someone who can protect you. Jiyong always assumes that most people end up alone either way, so it's best to learn how to protect and discipline yourself, before you end up vulnerable and alone. After serving 10 years in the military, he went and finished his education and became a teacher at Bulsajo High. The students respect him, but aren't necessarily fond of his teaching methods. There's only few students who he can tolerate. Some of them being Jeongguk, Namjoon, Ryujin, Jeongyeon and Moonbyul. He respects those who are tough and don't complain. Those with a love for extreme sports are well received by him, but not necessarily favoured. He was always very fair.

His fairness streak disappeared when Y/n came into the picture. They weren't necessarily fragile or seemed as though they needed protecting, but he still couldn't help feeling the urge to protect them. They were his personal favourite student, and it shows. If Y/n's feet hurt, he's that close to calling an ambulance. If they say they don't like acertain sport, they will never be confronted with that sport again. They don't like sport in general? Baby, don't worry. He'll find an excuse for you so you don't have to participate. He absolutely adores them. Why would they need to know how to protect themselves. He wants them to rely on him for that. Jiyong would do anything to protect them.

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Always, Only. You 26.2

 Talia had taken Y/N in to her pack after your parents and their pack  were brutally murdered. For years she trained and learned under Talia alongside Derek , Laura and Cora. One night Talia tells you along with Derek that you two have to imprint on each other , to become each other’s mates. Your connection to Derek has always been stronger than his to you. So after the fire it killed you to be away from him , but you had to do it for your own survival. 7 years after the fact , you return home. Back to Beacon Hills. But the Derek you return to is not the same Derek you know. Will Y/N ever get Derek to accept the fact they are meant to be together?

Derek Hale x Reader

Eichen House

 An entire week had passed since you last talked to Marin. You saw her in passing and before and after the group session but for most days you spent them outside in the garden. Sometimes with Malia and sometimes alone. 

 Teaching Malia how to focus and drown out her senses one by one to be more accurate, controlling her body temperature and basically everything else was easier than you anticipated.

 You quickly grew close with the troubled girl. When you weren’t teaching her, you were both getting to know each other more. She was especially interested in learning more about the Hales. Being a beta without a pack, she was weighing out her options. Scott or Derek. 

 “I can tell you what I know about both of them, but the decision is up to you.” You told her. “There’s no wrong answer.”

 Since that day, she hasn’t talked to you. You didn’t take it personally though. You just continued about your days, waiting for Derek to get you out. 

 You were enjoying your alone time in the garden when a stranger came up from the side. You had heard them coming but didn’t pay much mind. Without another word, they sat down beside you. You both sat in silence for a while, enjoying the warm heat from the sun hitting your skin while your new unwanted guest just sat beside you. 

 “Are you going to say something?” You finally asked.

 The person beside you flinched. You quirked an eyebrow and tilted your head to look at the person. A skinny girl with a small Afro was sitting beside you, staring at you in wonder. She tilted her head, slowly reaching up for your sunglasses. 

 “Are you ok?” You grabbed her wrist midair to stop her. 

 “You have the same eyes as Deucalion.” Your mouth hung open, unsure how she knew about Deucalion. Then her demeanor changed. “You have to tell them.” She stated, frantically. “You have to stop it. They're coming.” You stuttered, struggling to get any words out. “If you don’t tell them, they’re all going to die.”

 “Huh?” You let go of her wrist and moved away from her on the bench. “Who?”

 “You have to tell them.” She said more frantically. “They’re coming for all of us.” The orderlies began walking around the garden area, rounding up the patients to lead them back inside. You looked over at the girl one more time, but she only seemed to be getting more worked up by the second.

 “Hey, calm down.” You gently grabbed her forearms to remove her hold on you. “The orderlies are gonna stick a needle in your ass if you don’t calm down.” You stood up, gently lifting her up with you.

 She walked along with you, but she kept whispering and repeating the same thing over and over, completely ignoring you. Brunski locked eyes with you, while still directing the other patients inside. He looked between you and Meredith before motioning another orderly to take over his position.

 “Dammit,” you muttered. “Look if you don’t calm down, I’m gonna leave you here.” She ignored you. You let go of her forearms to go on ahead, but she grabbed your right arm, dragging you back.

 “No!” She yelled, forcing you to face her. “We have to tell them! We have to leave and tell them.”

 You heard Brunski and a couple other orderlies running your way. “Meredith!” Brunski yelled. You got out of her grasp, immediately after two other orderlies grabbed at each of the girls arms. She began kicking and flailing around, even with her small body frame she seemed to hold her own against the two orderlies.

“Stop! We’re all gonna die!” She continued yelling. 

 When he stepped forward to inject Meredith, she brought her leg up and kicked him hard in the chest causing him to stumble back, bumping into you and causing you to fall to the ground as well.

 “No.” You whispered. You kept your eyes open but your head down, as you used your hands to search the ground for your sunglasses. “Just my luck.” You muttered. 

 A pair of hospital slippers came into view, stopping just inches from you. “Here.” She said, bending down and holding the sunglasses out so you could see them. You grabbed them from her, thanking her.

 She helped you up to your feet and led you inside. You looked over your shoulder, the orderlies finally got Meredith sedated and were carrying her in. Malia led you straight towards your shared room.

 “Are you ok?” She asked, plopping down on her bed.

 “I’m fine. Just some scrapes.” You rubbed your arms, even though it was your hands and knees that were scraped. “They’re healed already though.” You added. “Do you know her? What is she in here for?”

 “Not really. I heard she has schizophrenia.” Malia replied. 

 You sat down on your bed as well, slipping off your shoes and leaning back against the metal frame. “Does she always talk about people dying?”

 Malia turned her head, a puzzled expression on her face. “I don’t know much about her. She keeps to herself most of the time. Been here longer than I have.” She turned on her side, propping herself up on her elbow. “What did she tell you?”

 You let out a soft sigh. “She..” a short pause, “nothing.” 

 Malia sat up this time. “Don’t lie. Did she say someone was going to die? Do you believe her?”

“I don’t know.” You confessed. “There are these creatures, not really creatures, but people, called Banshees. They can sense death. I don’t know much about the girl to actually say she’s one but… I don’t think so.” You moved to lie down on your back. Malia humphed, falling on to her back as well.

 There was no doubt about it. Meredith was most likely a banshee. The fact that she knew about Deucalion, and you didn’t know how else to explain it, but you could see it. When she told you ‘they were going to die’ her entire face changed. Her mouth dropped and hung so low, like she was screaming and her eyes were hollowed out black. You could practically hear the screaming of the banshee all around you.

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  The sound of rattling keys behind the door woke you. But you kept your eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, and continued to listen. The person opened the bedroom door, slowly. Only one heartbeat, meaning only one person was here.

 “Wakey wakey, doll~.”

Brunski.

 He walked closer to your bedside. “I know you heard me. Get up.” He harshly shoved you.You grabbed the sunglasses that you kept under your pillow and slid them on before facing him. He rolled his eyes at this action and motioned for you to get up. “Come on. You’re being discharged.”

 “Discharged?” You quickly sat up. You looked up at the barred window. It was dark outside. “You usually approve discharges this late?” You asked him.

 “You’re a special case.” he sourly smiled. He grabbed your forearm forcing you to your feet and practically dragging you out of the room. “Sad.” He sighed, leading you down the halls after closing the door. “You were one of the few that didn’t give me any trouble.”

 You kept quiet. The halls were eerily empty, except for the one orderly making their last minute round. You passed Marin’s office on the way to the front desk. From the quick peek you got, she was gone. You couldn’t count on her to help you out of this.

 Brunski continued to lead you until you reached the front gate that separated the front of the hospital from the rest. You didn't pick a familiar scent, only making you more nervous of what or who it could be. When Brunski unlocked the gate and nudged you to the other side, there was woman standing just in the center, back faced towards you. 

“Sister, huh?” Brunski chuckled. 

 The woman turned around after he spoke, a smirk playing on her face. “Half sister.” She retorted. She had healed scars on her neck going across her chest, like a wild animal had slashed at her. “Hey, sis. Ready to go?” She asked you.

 You looked back at Brunski. “Awww, you did you want to stay here with me a little while longer?”

 Disgusting. You rolled your eyes at him. Even though you didn’t know her, you felt your chances would be better out there than in here. And after the little fiasco from earlier with Meredith, you needed to get out of the hospital.

 “Sure.” You smiled at the stranger. You followed after her, out of the hospital. Waiting until you were both out of the gate to finally ask her. “I take it you’re not an enemy?”

 “Not at this moment.” she smirked.

 “So, who hired you? Deucalion? Derek?”

 “Nope.” She shook her head, still walking. “Argent.”

 “Chris Argent? He hired a … what? A Merc?” You continued following after her until you both had reached her car. She leaned back against it and crossed her arms, facing you. A quick glance head to toe, but still not ringing any bells.

“Gerard. He didn’t hire me to kill you, just to get you out of that place.”

 “Hard to believe.” You crossed your arms. “What does the old man want then? If not my head on a platter? Why did he need me out of Eichen house all of a sudden?”

 “You're just gonna have to ask him yourself.”

 Just then two SUVs came rushing in to a stop, surrounding you. Men in heavy gear piled out, guns aiming at you. You knew you were at a disadvantage, so you stood there, hands up in compliance. “Fine.” 

 A dart struck you in the neck, rendering you unconscious. 

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