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#disclaimer. None of these are true<3
brehaaorgana · 3 months
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ADHD money/budgeting system I'm currently using for my benefit is going well (I've been using it for like half a year now?), and I wanna recommend it.
You Need a Budget is EXCELLENT. 10/10 do recommend. Uhhh rambling about it and my generic disclaimers + gushing extensively under the cut but TL;DR I think it's great for ADHD ppl, I've used it for 6+ months now and I find it super SUPER helpful. also weirdly fun.
DISCLAIMERS:
Budgeting helps you understand/know your money, it can't make money appear where there is none.
Everyone should learn to budget even if you don't have much money (especially then)
This is NOT a magic trick solution. Just like everything else, it is an assistive tool. This is one of those adult things we can't simply opt out of without negative consequences, though.
My advice is based on something I am currently able to do. That is, I can spend an amount of money on this specific thing that works well for me. If you have no extra money to spend then previously I was tracking things in a notebook. So you can still do this.
I believe Dave Ramsey is a fundie fraud/hack and no one should listen to him about money.
DID YOU KNOW THEY CANCELLED MINT???
Okay? OKAY.
Ahem.
You Need a Budget is EXCELLENT.
It is called YNAB for short. The first 34 days are your free trial, and that is my referral link. If anyone uses it and then signs up for a subscription, we both get a month free. Also you can share a subscription with up to six people (account owner can see everything but individuals can pick and choose what they share amongst each other) so like...idk your whole polycule can be on one account. Or your kids. Whatever.
If you are a student, it's free for a year. If you aren't, a subscription is $99 for a year (paid all at once) or $14.99 monthly, which is equivalent to paying Amazon prime. Go cancel Prime and get this instead tbh.
They got a whole article just on ynab and ADHD. They also have like...a big variety of ways to access their info? They have a book, podcast episodes, YouTube videos, blog posts, q&A's, free live workshops you can join (you can request live captioning), emails they can send (if you want) a wiki, and so on. They got workshops on all kinds of topics!!
So whatever ends up working for your brain. It also has a matching app.
If you lost Mint this year they have a gajillion things for moving from Mint.
Also they have a "got five minutes?" Page which has a slider so you can decide how much attention/time you have before going on lol:
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They only have 4 rules of the budget, they're simple and practical, and it doesn't get judgey or like...mean about your spending.
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1. Give every dollar a job 2. Embrace your true expenses 3. Roll with the punches 4. Age your money.
THEN THEY BREAK THESE DOWN INTO SMALL STEPS FOR YOU! They even have a printable! Also these rules are great because there's built in expectations that things WILL HAPPEN and it's NOT all or nothing with a fear of total collapse into failure. Reality and The Plan don't always align, especially if you have ADHD. So it's directing our energy towards the true expenses and not clinging to The Plan!! over reality.
You can automate a lot of shit (you can sync with your bank accounts just like mint, but also automate tagging the categories of regular expenses/transactions). And if for whatever reason you accidentally do something that makes the budget look weird or wrong:
A) you can usually fix it somehow OR b) they have like, a button you can press that gives you a clean slate and archives the previous version of the budget for you.
So if you forget for a few weeks or months, or accidentally input something wildly wrong, or just don't want to look at a really terrible month anymore and feel like you need a fresh start you can usually either fix it or start fresh which is really nice.
The app also (for whatever reason) scratches my itch to have things like...have incentives or little game-like goals in a way mint never did? I don't know why. Filling up the bars or putting money into the categories to cover my expenses is satisfying lmao. You can also make a big wish expense category for all the fun shit you want, and fund it whenever you can and then you can see the little bar go up and that's fun.
Anyways I've been using it for like 6+ months now and I think it's really helped me when I use it.
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agathaandgwenslesbian · 4 months
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In Your Words
Larissa Weems x Fem!Journalist!Reader
Hiya! I've finally finished this bad boy <3 I'm uploading this lengthy fic cause I'll be having a shit ton of Uni Exams the next few weeks and won't be able to write.
Big thanks to @weemssapphic and some other friends for proofreading this fic <3
Disclaimer: English is not my first language!
Warning: SMUT 18+, minors DNI
Authors Note: Y/N is a newsreporter and wants to write a story about Nevermore and outcasts. What happens if a normie Journalist and an outcast Headmistress work together? (I suck at descriptions, have fun xD)
Words: 9'200+
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You sat in your little office at the news station of Jericho, finger hovering over the mouse of your computer. You were hesitating. The cursor sat neatly atop the ‘send’ button, ready to send your email to its recipient. But you hesitated. Why? You didn’t know. 
It’s true that it was frowned upon to interact with the outcasts, but you just couldn’t believe that they were as terrible as everyone said they were. You have seen them plenty of times strolling through the little city, shopping and stopping by the Weathervane for a drink. None of them ever seemed malicious or evil to you. With a deep inhale, you pressed send and quickly shut your computer off. There's no going back now. 
The next day at the office, you were surprised to find that the Headmistress of Nevermore Academy, Larissa Weems, has replied. With a nervous breath, you opened the email:
Dear Miss Y/l/n,
I am pleasantly surprised about learning of your interest in outcasts, my students and the school in general. There are, however, a few things I would like to clarify first.
Now, if I understood correctly, you wish to catch a glimpse into the life of an outcast to then create a report about our differences and similarities with non-outcasts? 
Because of the nature of this request, I have to let you know that I will not tolerate any sort of mockery or bad-mouthing of my students or my school. 
You will have to follow our rules, outcast or not. 
I won’t allow you to follow one of my students around, as this would pose a serious safety hazard for my students and yourself. 
However, you are very welcome to settle yourself into my office and follow me around for however many days you deem necessary. 
If this is alright with you, I would be willing to meet you coming Monday at the Weathervane and take you to the Academy. 
Sincerely,
Larissa Weems
You released the breath you were holding and smiled to yourself. You replied to Miss Weems, agreeing to her terms and wishing her a wonderful weekend. 
The following two hours consisted of preparing everything you needed for your report: a few notepads and notebooks, your laptop, a tablet, your camera and some pens. You couldn't help but feel nervous at the prospect of having the opportunity to report about the outcasts. This was not a subject anyone had ever really done research on, and you were adamant to figure out why everyone seemed so fearful of a bunch of teenagers in a school in the woods. 
Over the weekend, you exchanged a few more emails with the Principal, clearing up any last logistical problems you’ve had. 
You asked if you were allowed to stay for a week, to which she replied that it would be no problem if you agreed to stay in one of the empty studios that were meant for teachers at Nevermore. 
Of course, you agreed.
Monday rolled around, and you were standing in front of the Weathervane, waiting for the Principal of Nevermore to pick you up. You have heard descriptions of her, and you knew she frequented the little Café a lot, yet you have never seen her in person before. Absentmindedly, you sipped on your hot chocolate, typing something on your phone, when suddenly:
“Miss Y/l/n I presume?” A soft voice with a wonderful British accent sounded from beside you. You turned your head to be met with a beige coat. Having to look up you finally made eye contact with the woman whose beautiful voice ripped you out of your thoughts.
You smiled up at her, nervousness flooding your chest as you took in the beauty of the woman in front of you.
“Principal Weems. It’s a pleasure to meet you!” you said quietly, nerves completely taking over your logical mind and body. You reached your hand out to shake hers. She took her beige glove off, and took your hand in hers. Her hand was soft, warm and wrapped perfectly around yours. Perfectly manicured red nails decorated her pale skin. 
“Likewise!” She smiled down at you and removed her hand, putting her glove on again, and you immediately missed the feeling of her hand on yours. 
“Are you ready for us to leave, Miss Y/l/n?”
“Oh… yes, of course!” You grabbed your bag with your equipment and personal items and followed her to her car. You set your luggage in the boot and sat in the passenger seat. Larissa sat in the driver's seat and started driving towards the Academy. After some silence, you spoke up again.
“Thank you so much for letting me stay at the Academy for a week.” Larissa smiled to herself and quickly glanced over at you before eyeing the road again.
“I should thank you. My students usually don’t get this sort of… exposure to the outside world. We are used to people avoiding us because of… fear or discrimination… whatever you want to call it.” Her tone shifted to a quieter and more serious one, her hands gripping the steering wheel just a little tighter. You sensed a shift in energy and gave her a reassuring smile. 
“I believe everyone deserves a chance to be understood and seen.” You replied, and that seemed to relax the headmistress. She shot you a thankful smile, then focused back on the road, the rest of the ride being spent in comfortable silence.
Once at Nevermore, Larissa showed you around the grounds, having one of the teachers carry your possessions to the on-campus studio flat, which will be your new home for the following week. 
Roaming the halls, it didn’t seem much different than a school for regular humans (besides it being incredibly fancy, of course) and you found that the students seemed like sweet kids. Truly, you couldn’t understand how there was so much hatred and fear surrounding these kids. 
Larissa led you to her office, offering you a separate desk to work on. You set your laptop bag on the desk and turned to look at the headmistress, who was standing next to her desk.
“Now, Miss Y/l/n, you are free to follow me around the Academy whenever you want, but I trust you understand why I wouldn’t want you roaming the halls on your own.” She looked at you with a raised eyebrow.
“Of course, Miss Weems!” you reassured her quickly. “I understand how important it is for you to protect these kids… but I can assure you there are no ill intentions by me being here! After what I’ve seen thus far, I cannot believe why anyone would be fearful of outcasts. This is why I’m here. I don’t believe that these kids are as dangerous as everyone in Jericho, let alone the rest of the world, believes them to be.” You looked at her, and there was a slight shift of emotion on her face. Hope? Distrust? Surprise? You didn't know. After a few seconds of silence, the headmistress spoke up again.
“Very well,” she said, grinning at you with her million-dollar-winning smile. “If you ever feel like you would like to see more of the school or learn about its history, don’t be afraid to ask.” Her smile softened slightly. She seemed very fond of her students and her Academy. It truly warmed your heart, and you couldn't help but blush slightly. With a slight nod, you thanked her and sat down, getting your things ready to start your research. 
Every now and then throughout the morning, you caught yourself glancing over at the tall woman. She sat in perfect posture, working on her laptop and typing away on some emails or documents. You didn’t realise how long you had been staring at her. The way her eyes flicked over the screen and the way she swiftly moved her fingers over the keyboard had you in a trance-like state. Her perfectly painted red lip curled up on the side, and she raised one of her eyebrows.
“Has no one taught you that staring is rude?” Her eyes flicked over to yours, and you quickly averted your eyes back on your own screen, mumbling a quiet ‘sorry’ her way. Your face felt hot, and you knew you were blushing, hard. Larissa chuckled and shook her head a bit in amusement. She stopped her typing and leaned back against the seat, turning to look at you, studying you as if she were… considering you. Shyly, you moved your gaze back to her. 
“Would you like to have a look at one of the classes? Our subjects can vary drastically from the ones in your schools.” she smiled at you and tilted her head slightly. 
“I-I would appreciate that, yes.” You answered, nodding, and quickly moved to grab your notepad and pen. When you looked back up, Larissa was already standing and walking towards the door of her office, only stopping to wait for you to catch up. 
This morning, the headmistress took you to several classes, telling you about all the different subjects they have. You eagerly took notes, asking questions and listening intently to subjects you’d never heard of. Magic, transformation, siren song, etc. You were fascinated, and that didn’t get lost on Larissa. The longer she watched you, the more fond she grew of you. Your interest and amazement made her heart swell with pride for her school and her students. Even though she was rather careful of what to show you, she felt that this might be the biggest step ever made for outcasts to be accepted into everyday normie lives. 
The day went by way faster than you would have wished for it. You have learned so much and were eager to learn even more. Larissa had taken her time explaining their school system to you and while you saw drastic differences, it still didn’t feel too out of the norm. There was one particular student that caught your eye. A rebel, you thought, someone who likes to prank and go against the rules. Those exist in every school, of course, but this girl seemed different. She did it with such nonchalance and elegance that it was almost invisible to the untrained eye. 
After asking the headmistress, she told you about the student. Not much, just enough to answer your questions. Larissa seemed tense so you decided to change the subject, asking her about her own time at the school, and from then on the two of you got completely lost in conversation. Hours passed, and you shared your school experiences and collectively decided that they weren't all too different. With a heavy sigh, you leaned against the couch and watched Larissa refill yours and her wine glass. 
“I have to be honest, even after just one day I have seen enough to tell you that this,” you waved your hand around, “is definitely nothing to be afraid or weary of. I mean… I always knew that the other… “normies”... are being way too sensitive when it comes to this place and its students but seeing it for myself… I simply can’t understand why there's so much hate and fear towards these poor students.” You sighed and took a sip of wine. “I mean… they're just kids aren't they?” You glanced up at the headmistress to see her smiling at you softly, humming in agreement. 
“I have to be honest, Miss Y/l/n-”
“Y/n! You can call me Y/n if you want to,” you interrupted her with a smile, looking back into your glass as you felt your face blush.
“Y/n… I am surprised and… relieved.” She smiled sweetly at you then looked into the fireplace, a sad expression crossing her face. “I wish more people could see the kids for who they are instead of for what they are.” A sigh left her lips and she took a sip of wine. “It’s not easy being… different… an outcast. You can try all you want, there will always be a hint of fear and doubt in non-outcasts.” She turned to look at you, her icy blues piercing yours. “Are you afraid, Y/n?” she asked, quietly, almost inaudible, but you caught the slight shiver in her voice. It broke your heart to see her like this. You didn’t really know that woman except for what she was willing to tell you, but you knew, without a doubt, that she was the most precious being on the entire planet, and you would move planets just to see her at peace. Without really thinking about it, you set your glass down and moved to hold one of her hands.
“Miss Weems… Larissa… if I may?” you started, gently, and she nodded at you, “I do not claim to know what you and your students have to go through, day by day. Being villainized, misunderstood and what not. But what I do know is that I want to help you make a difference. The kids are nothing but kids… Powers and mutations aside… No matter how different you may seem from me, you are still a person. You don’t deserve to be treated like they treat you… all of you.” You smiled at her with a caring expression on your face and gently squeezed her hand. Larissa looked at you, eyes trained on your face, searching for lies, but she couldn't find any. She inhaled shakily and took a big sip of her wine then squeezed your hands back.
“Thank you,” was all she replied. You didn’t need more. You knew she meant it. You felt it. With a last gentle squeeze, you let go of her hand, grabbing your glass again.
“To my… to our project!” you smirked and raised your glass to her. She chuckled and shook her head slightly, looking back at you endearingly and raised her glass as well. 
“To our project.”
As the week went on, Larissa and you started to develop a little routine. You would meet her in the morning to go to the Weathervane and get some breakfast to-go, spend the morning in her office or with a teacher of her choice (mostly Marilyn Thornhill), have lunch with her and the teachers, writing and researching in Larissas office, a dinner with staff and at the end of the day, a glass (or sometimes a bottle) of her favourite wine on the couch in front of the fireplace. Being around Larissa was incredibly easy. You loved talking to her, listening to her, discussing topics other than schools and outcasts. You felt safe, comfortable… you felt at home. And you weren’t the only one who felt this way. Larissa would catch herself, more than she’d like to admit, looking at you, watching you with adoration as you wrote and researched. She liked you. It wasn't a secret. She loved being around you and was looking forward to the evenings at the fireplace. A refreshing difference she desperately needed. Larissa had grown very fond of you, and she hoped you felt the same. 
When Friday evening rolled around you were already sitting on the couch in Larissa’s office, waiting for her to come back with the wine as it suddenly hit you. It was already Friday… you’ll be leaving again on Monday. You’ll have to go back to your office and finish the report. Would you be able to see her again? Could you stay in contact? Larissa entered, placing the bottle and glasses on the table then saw the light crease between your brows as you stared into the flames of the fireplace, obviously deep in thought. 
“Y/n?” she asked softly, and laid her hand on your shoulder, and you snapped your head towards her, not having heard her appear next to you. “Are you alright dear?” 
“Yeah!..yeah.” You smiled up at her, watching her sit down next to you and opening the wine bottle. “I’ve just realised that it’s already Friday… The week really went by in a flash, huh?” You took the wineglass she held out to you and looked at it, swishing the red liquid around absent-mindedly. Larissa’s heart constricted seeing you like this. 
“It did! But… as upsetting as it is, I am glad to see that you enjoyed your week here!” She took a sip of her wine and watched you closely. “That being said, seeing how my students seemed to like you being around,” and I, she thought, “you are more than welcome to return whenever you feel like it.” She watched you closely, seeing your eyes light up made her feel warm and content. 
“I would love that Larissa. Thank you! And you are always welcome at the news station. I’ll make sure the others behave, don't worry.” you giggled and winked at her which pulled a small laugh from her lips and she shook her head amusedly. “I mean it!” You smiled as you snuggled into the couch and took a sip of wine, humming as the liquid hit your tongue, “If any of your students ever wants to know more about journalism or is interested in it, let me know. Matter of fact…” you sat up and straightened your back, holding your hand out to the blonde, “give me your phone I’ll give you my number so you can just let me know in case there is something.” 
Larissa hesitated. She looked at your hand for a second, then smiled shyly and grabbed her phone, unlocking it and handing it to you to type in your number. She watched fondly as you typed your number in her phone. A slight tingle spread from her chest over her body as she took her phone back after you’ve saved your number. 
“Thank you!” she said quietly, “I- really do appreciate it… everything you do. For us. Me and the students.” A soft pink colour kissed her cheeks and she gave you a truly heartfelt smile. You smiled back at her, butterflies spreading through your whole body. Her smile was the most beautiful thing you have ever seen. You knew right there, she had you wrapped around her finger. You have fallen. 
You were able to finish your report on the last day of your stay in Nevermore, handing it in to be reviewed by your boss so it could be printed and released asap. With a heavy sigh, you leaned back into the chair, stretching your arms and back. Larissa smiled over at you and set her paperwork aside.
“I take it you’ve just handed in your story to be reviewed?” she asked with a gentle smile. Her eyes held a hint of sadness at the realisation that her office would be empty once again. You smiled over at her and nodded gently.
“Yes! Just handed it in! If everything goes well, you’ll be able to read it on Tuesday! And Larissa… thank you again… for everything!” 
The blonde stood up, walking over to your side, and placed her hand on your shoulder, squeezing it gently. 
“I should thank you. This… means way more to us than you could ever imagine!” Her smile was warm, eyes soft. You felt a shudder rush down your spine as you realised that you haven’t seen her this soft with anyone but you. All of this vulnerable affection was only directed towards you, only to be seen by your eyes. 
You wanted to tell her… tell her that you like her. Tell her that she is the most beautiful woman you’ve ever had the pleasure to lay your eyes on. Just as you were about to open your mouth, she pulled away. 
“If you want to, I can drive you back. I could drop you off at the Weathervane or.. At your place, if you prefer?” Larissa spoke, closing her laptop and putting her paperwork into a drawer. The headmistress didn’t want you to go, but she knew that if she would let you stay longer, she wouldn't be able to hold herself back. Certainly you wouldn’t feel the same… right?
“That.. that would be nice! Thank you!” you replied, feeling defeated. Maybe it was better to keep your feelings to yourself. Who knows, maybe she wasn’t interested in women.. Or simply normies. You took a deep breath, collecting your things and going to your room to pack the last few things. When you returned to the headmistress’ office, she was already waiting for you. 
The drive back to Jericho was rather quiet. Neither of you knew what to say to the other. You wanted to tell her everything, pour your heart out to her and so did she, but you stayed quiet. Once you arrived at your Flat Complex, Larissa turned to you. 
“It was really nice having you at Nevermore. Again, thank you for doing this for us. And… If you should ever want to come and visit, you are more than welcome to do so! I am sure the Students would love to see you again sometime.” and herself… but she didn't say that.  You gave her a genuine smile, nodding slightly. 
“I enjoyed my week there! You truly have wonderful students. And, I mean, you have my number so… if you or any of the kids should ever need something, just feel free to contact me!” You hoped she would contact you, but only time could tell. 
It has been a month since you’ve last heard from Larissa. Your article got approved, and she complimented you on it, thanking you again profusely. That was the last, and only, time you’ve heard of her after staying at Nevermore. Sure, she was a busy woman, but you couldn’t help but feel upset. And you wouldn’t text her first, no. The anxiety that arose in you every time you tried to do so was enough to completely freeze you. So when you walked into the Weathervane on a Thursday morning to grab a coffee, you were more than delighted to see her there, quickly walking up to her.
“Good morning, Principal Weems” you said softly, watching her turn around and seeing her eyes light up as she saw you. 
“Good morning Y/N!” she replied with a smile. That darn beautiful smile of hers. “Are you also here to grab some breakfast before work?” she asked, turning fully to you, all herattention focused on you, your face, those eyes she came to admire over the time you’ve spent at her school. 
“I am but.. Uhm… if you’re not in a hurry, would you like to have breakfast with me?” you did it, you asked her. The second the question left your lips, you felt your cheeks heat up. Larissa looked at you with adoration and nodded. 
“I would love to, actually!” She smiled and tilted her head slightly. She noticed your blush and couldn’t help but feel giddy about it. Was she the reason you blushed?
“Wonderful! What do you want? It’s my treat!” You smile, feeling a bit more confident now, seeing her soft and happy gaze directed only at you. 
“Oh, you really don’t have to-”
“But I want to!” 
Larissa sighed, shaking her head slightly with a grin, and chuckled at how adamant you were.
“Fine. Next time, it’s my treat!” She gave you her order and went to sit at a booth, waiting for you to join her. You couldn’t believe your ears. Next time? There will be a next time? The smile that spread on your lips could only be described as the smile of a happy fool. Truly, you were a fool. A fool for her. 
After you’ve ordered and paid for your coffees and pastries, you made your way over to her, slipping into the booth. 
“So… how have you been? How have the kids been?” you asked, trying to make small talk. You felt so awkward, but that feeling quickly washed away as you saw Larissa’s soft smile.
“Very well! Your report had quite the impact on how people from Jericho treat my students. I just wanted to thank you again. The effect this has had on our lives is way greater than I could have hoped for. The article… your words… truly left an impact.” She reached her hand out, grabbing yours and squeezing it lightly.
“Thank you!”
Your smile grew tenfold, and you squeezed her hand back. 
“I am so happy to hear that this has worked out so well for you and your students.” You shyly pulled your hand back and thanked the waiter when he placed your drinks and pastries in front of you.
“How have you been y/n?” Larissa asked. She was looking at you… into you… into your soul with those beautiful ice-y blue eyes. You felt your cheeks heat up and grabbed your cup as well, trying to ground yourself. 
“I’ve been well! The Article has caught a lot of attention, so I’ve been rather busy lately…” You smiled at her and took a sip as she watched. 
“Though I do have to say, I miss being around the kids…” and around you, you thought to yourself. The blonde eyed you over her coffee mug and smiled sweetly. 
“In that case, would you like to come to the Rave’N this weekend?” She did it… she asked you. Her heart was beating like crazy but seeing the light blush covering your face she couldn't help but feel proud of herself. 
“The Rave’N? Really?” You asked, not believing your ears. Larissa nodded and tilted her head. 
“Yes really! Our theme this year is ‘Climate crisis meets extinction effect’ and the dress code is white.” She took a bite of her pastry and smiled at you. You thought for a second. You didn’t have any white outfits, so you’d definitely have to buy one, but you’d be damned if you wouldn’t agree to her invitation.
“In that case, I’d love to!” The smile you gave her made Larissa’s heart melt. How were you so precious? She nodded slightly. 
“I’ll have Marilyn pick you up here at around 5:30pm on Saturday. The students will be excited to see you again!” She finished her coffee and snack and stood up.
“I’d love to stay longer, but I have to get back to Nevermore… I’ll see you this Saturday, dear.” and with that, she left your flustered self in the Weathervane.
Shopping for an appropriate but also impressive garment was not easy. You currently had 2 dresses in front of you and couldn’t decide which one to pick. One was made of silk and rather simple but had an extravagant high slit up your right thigh and a very low back, whereas the other covered more of your back and arms but was a bit shorter with a princess gown puff skirt. You sighed and decided to put them on again, took a picture of you wearing them and sent them to Marilyn. You and her had gotten rather close during the week you spent at Nevermore, and you’d kept contact even afterwards. She was such a sweetheart, but she was also a pain in the ass as she has been nagging you about your outfit all afternoon already. 
It didn’t take long for you to be flooded with messages of Marilyn going crazy over the silk dress. 
Marilyn:
“Oh, you SO have to get the silky one! Larissa won’t be able to keep her eyes off of you”
Y/N:
“What do you mean? Why would you say that?”
Marilyn: 
“Oh come ooooon… It is SOOOOOOO obvious that you have the hots for her… just pick the silk one.”
You were sure Marilyn would laugh at you if she could see you right now. Your face was bright red because you’d been found out. Was it really that obvious? Did Larissa know? Was that why she invited you? Could she... no. No, that probably wasn’t the case... Just wishful thinking. With a sigh you looked back on your phone. 
Y/N:
“Fine. I’ll get the silk one. But just because you picked it 😛”
You got dressed again and went to buy the garment. 
Once back at home, you took your time to look for hair and makeup inspiration to complete your look and be ready for Saturday. Marilyn and you had been texting back and forth all day, and she’d helped you pick the perfect hairstyle and makeup for the Rave’N.
You were nervous… of course you were, but there was this little glimmer of hope starting to take hold within you. Maybe Larissa really did like you.
You were waiting in front of the Weathervane for Marilyn to come and pick you up. 
Were you nervous? Absolutely! 
Were you excited? Definitely! 
But you couldn’t help and worry… worry about… you were actually not sure. Your nerves were getting the better of you and there was nothing that could be done against it. Not that you haven’t tried… you definitely did! You went through every trick in the book.
Breathing exercise? No effect.
Meditation? Nothing.
A tea? That just made you worried that you would spill it on your dress, so that wasn’t helping at all. 
So you just stood there… waiting.
“Hey! You good?” you suddenly heard someone call out to you and released a sigh. 
“Marilyn! Hey!” You smiled at your friend and got into the car, leaning over to give her a hug. 
“Not really… my nerves are taking over right now.” You groaned. 
“You’re just making yourself crazy over nothing! Relax! You’ll be fine!” she smirked and turned her gaze back onto the road, starting towards Nevermore. 
“You look amazing by the way!”
You chuckled and looked out of the window. You did look nice… it also took you forever to get ready. You had braided some hair along the sides of your head and pulled everything up into a fluffy space bun, which you decorated with some crystal pins. Your makeup was soft, in nude colours, with a soft peach lip and some sparkly eyeshadow on your eyelids. The dress fit perfectly and hugged every curve of your body, and you had found the perfect off-white heels in your closet. 
“Thank you! Wouldn’t have managed to pull this off without you!” You smile and look over at the redhead. Marilyn was grinning to herself.
“If you two hook up, I deserve to be invited to dinner by you!” Your shocked gasp caused her to laugh out loud.
“Oh come on! I know you want her… and to be quite honest…” She raised an eyebrow and glanced over at you with a mischievous smirk. “I think the feelings are mutual.”
The blush that spread on your face was all Marilyn needed to know she was right.
“You’ll see! She’ll be absolutely smitten with you looking like this.”
“We’ll see…” you reply, watching the scenery outside. 
Marilyn parked the car and ran around to open the door for you with a dramatic bow. 
“M’lady.” she chuckled, and you rolled your eyes amusedly as you got out of the car. 
“You’re an idiot!” 
The teacher smirked and moved to hold her arm out for you to hold. She led you into the building and guided you towards the great hall. 
You weren’t expecting to be swarmed by students the second you entered the ballroom. 
“Hi Y/N! What are you doing here?”
“You look gorgeous! Who invited you?”
“It’s so nice you’re back! Come! Let's go dance!”
“Do you want something to drink? I’ll get you some punch!”
You were being surrounded and swarmed by the students, and it warmed your heart to see how excited they were by your presence. Marilyn slipped away from you without you noticing, the second she realised someone was walking up to the newly formed commotion around your presence. You struggled answering all of their questions when suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder and the students grew quiet. 
“Now, now… dear y/n has just arrived, don’t crowd her like that. You’ll have enough time to have a chat with her tonight.” The smooth British voice echoed from behind you and a pleasant shudder ran down your spine. The students nodded and went back to their friends on the dance floor. You turned around to look up at the principal. 
Larissa couldn’t help but let her eyes roam over your figure. The dress you chose was absolutely exquisite, your makeup complimenting the simplicity of the outfit and your hair that just looked too soft. Vulgar thoughts flooding her mind as she finally caught your eyes. You were looking up at her with big doe eyes, so innocent and sweet. 
“Come in! Want something to drink?” she asked as she gently took your arm and led you into the ballroom. You couldn’t believe your eyes. Larissa looked… She was a goddess. Her hair was up like always but decorated with some intricate curls, her usual red lipstick a wonderful contrast to the silver dress she was wearing. Looking up at her, you saw her eyes scanning you, your heart skipping a beat. Her pupils dilated as she finally landed on your eyes, and you had to suppress a whimper. This woman will be the death of you. It took you a few seconds to register her question and notice her arm intertwined with yours. 
“I- yes… please!” you answered quietly, not being able to suppress the grin gracing your lips. 
Larissa handed you a glass of punch and took one herself. You stood at the edge of the dance floor with her, watching the kids having fun. 
You really wanted to dance with her, but didn’t know how to ask. Should you ask? What if she said no? What if she thought you were weird, and she only wanted to invite you for the kids’ sake? But… What if she said yes? What then? You didn’t know how to dance. Sure, you have visited your fair share of parties, but you didn’t think you were a good dancer. And what if you started dancing, and you didn’t do it right, and she would start laughing and-
“What's going on in that head of yours, darling?” Larissa’s soft voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked up at her just to catch her already looking at you. Her eyes were soft, a hint of concern shimmering in them. She looked so… soft. You just wanted to pull her into an embrace, a kiss, soft and full of affection. Taking a breath in, you set your glass on a table then held your hand out to her.
“Would you like to dance, Larissa?” you asked, heart hammering in your chest as you saw her eyes widen ever so slightly in surprise. A sweet pink hue coloured her cheeks as she blinked at you a few times, registering what you just asked her. Larissa quickly placed her glass on the table next to yours and moved to put her hand into yours, looking up at you with a shy smile, nodding. 
“I would love to!” she said quietly, almost above a whisper. The bright smile that appeared on her face was enough to get her heart racing and head spinning. Your eyes were practically sparkling with glee, and it made her feel so fuzzy and warm inside. To have such happiness and excitement directed towards her was a privilege she’s never experienced before. You giddily pulled her onto the dance floor, not believing your luck. 
Marilyn was watching from the corner, watching as you pulled Larissa onto the dance floor. She smirked at the two of you, but something felt weird… the music!
A mischievous smirk graced her features as she waddled off to the DJ and asked him to play a slow and romantic song. The second the music changed, you and Larissa shot a look over at the DJ, seeing Marilyn standing there, innocently waving at the two of you. Oh, you were so going to get revenge on her for that. Your anxiety started kicking in again, but before you could start overthinking it you felt warm hands on your waist. Larissa was pulling you closer, and she just hoped you wouldn’t pull away. 
“Is this okay?” Her piercing blue orbs held steady eye contact with you, and you felt your face heat up. With a nod, you move to place your arms on her shoulders, hands close to her neck. She smiled and started swaying with you to the rhythm of the song. Seeing you so shy and flustered by her gave her the necessary courage to take a step closer. She leaned her head down to your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine. 
“You look absolutely delectable tonight, my dear. Have you picked this outfit just for me?” Her hot breath on your skin caused you to bite your lip. You nodded.
“I was hoping you’d like it.” You replied quietly. Larissa tightened her grip on you, squeezing your waist gently, which caused a gasp to leave your lips. 
“Dressing up nicely just for me?” She husked, feeling herself getting more confident. Emboldened by the way your body… you reacted to her. 
“You’re such a good girl!” You could hear the smirk in her voice. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.
“It’s a shame this dress will be laying somewhere scattered in my quarters after this ball is over.” 
You tightened your grip on her shoulders, pulling her closer. Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest. The tension was high, atmosphere thick with desire. You felt your knees tremble, ready to take whatever she was willing to give you. You pulled your head back a bit, just enough to look into her eyes, and what you saw almost made you whimper with anticipation. Her usually so pale blue eyes were dark, lustrous, her breathing heavier than usual and her lips were slightly parted. 
Before either of you could say or do anything, you felt something drip on your cheek. Confusedly, you blinked a few times, and Larissa eyed your cheek in concern.
The drips quickly multiplied, and soon you were showered in, what you believed to be, blood. Your eyes widened as you looked around, unable to move. Everything was getting soaked with this red liquid. What was happening?
Larissa was the first to move. She pulled away from you but grabbed your hand and quickly led you outside, the other staff helping the kids get out of the ballroom as well. Some fled into the courtyard and some into the school halls. There was a big commotion amongst the students, and you and Larissa immediately sprang into action, trying to calm the scared kids. Marilyn came running with a pile of blankets and towels to wrap around the sopping pupils. 
Whatever had happened, it was clearly meant as an attack of sorts. You were fuming.  Even after all the positive feedback you got for your report, there were still some bad apples in the normie bunch. If you ever caught who did that, they would surely regret pulling a stunt like that.
After the, you now knew it to be, red dyed water attack, you helped Larissa, Marilyn and the other employees to bring the kids inside and to their dorm rooms. After the last student was brought to their room, you stood in the foyer, watching Larissa talk to the Sheriff. You could tell she was agitated… mad. But yet she kept her composure, talked calmly and was respectful. A light bump against your shoulder alerted you to the presence of your friend.
“Hey… thanks for your help! You really didn’t have to, you know?” Marilyn smiled defeatedly at you, and you returned the smile. 
“It’s okay! I really didn’t mind… Just wished that this wouldn’t have happened… it’s not like they already have it hard enough and now that… I was really hoping that my report had a bigger impact but-”
“Don’t say that!” Marilyn interrupted, “Your article was eye-opening for so many people in town! It definitely helped! Big time! There’s just always gonna be a few assholes trying to ruin everything again.” She was clearly frustrated as well. You looked at her and chuckled, then shook your head. 
“I guess you’re right..” You sighed and rubbed the back of your neck. The two of you stood in silence for a while until Marilyn noticed you watching Larissa again and smirked. 
“Such a shame the two of you got interrupted! It almost seemed as if you were about to kiss.” She teased and your, admittedly already red, face started blushing furiously. You hit her arm lightly.
“Stop teasing!” You hissed, but Marilyn just laughed and nudged you again. 
“What are we laughing about?” You both turned your head towards the voice and saw the headmistress standing in front of you. One perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised in curiosity. Marilyn just chuckled and smirked at you, then at Larissa. 
“Oh nothing important…” She took a deep breath and then clapped her hands together, “Well… I’ll be off… gotta get that red dye out of my hair somehow. Bye bye.” She waved at the two of you, leaving you alone with Larissa once more. She really had the audacity to leave you in situations like these every single time she had the opportunity to. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. Larissa watched Marilyn in confusion, then turned to you.
“Y/N… thank you for helping out with the students! I- am so sorry you had to experience this…” She sounded… sad, upset, worried? You looked up at her and saw her looking at you. 
“It’s quite alright! I’m just sad they had to experience that! It’s not fair… they’re good kids and I just don't get why anyone would want to harm them in any way…” You gave her a sad smile, then shyly reached out and grabbed her hand to squeeze it lightly. 
“But I did really enjoy dancing with you, Larissa…” she smiled back at you and squeezed your hand back. 
“As did I… uhm… would you like to come back to my quarters and get that paint washed off? Maybe have a glass of wine?” She was nervous. She was nervous and you could tell. The way her hand lightly trembled, and her eyes darted away from yours while asking. It filled your heart with that fuzzy warm feeling. You nodded and stepped to the side, still holding her hand. 
“Lead the way!”
In Larissa’s quarters, she quickly went into the bathroom, returning with a damp cloth and some makeup wipes in the hopes of getting the dye off your skin and hair. You managed to wipe the paint off your face without any issues, but it really stuck to your hair. Larissa went to quickly shower off the paint, and you couldn't help but think about her in the shower. Water streaming down that smooth alabaster skin. You wished you could have joined her. 
As Larissa got out of the shower, your breath got stuck in your throat. Her damp hair framed her face in gentle curls. She wasn’t wearing any makeup now, and you seriously didn’t think that this woman could get any more beautiful, but, alas, it seems you were mistaken. Before you stood a goddess in champagne coloured silk pyjamas. 
Larissa blushed lightly and smiled at you as she saw you staring. She walked up to you and gently examined your hair, your nostrils filling with the scent of her shampoo by the close proximity of her. 
“Seems the dye really stuck to your hair… here.” She handed you a fresh towel and some spare pyjamas. 
“You can take a shower if you want to!” She added quietly. You smiled back at her and nodded, taking the items in your hands. 
“Thank you! I’ll… uhm… I’ll be right back” You stammered out and quickly made your way to the bathroom. It was luxurious, like the rest of her quarters. You weren't surprised that she handed you the probably softest towel ever and the most luxurious pyjama you ever had the honour of wearing. This woman had an immaculate taste, and it was evident in every aspect of her life. 
After your quick shower, you tossed the towel into the laundry hamper in the corner of the room and walked out, your dress in your hands. That was definitely ruined now.
You entered the living room again and saw Larissa sitting on her couch in front of the fireplace, two glasses and a bottle of wine on the small table in front of it. You put your dress in your bag and sat next to her. She looked over and smiled softly, handing you a glass of wine, which you took gratefully. 
“Thank you! And thanks that I got to use your shower and… borrow some clothes! I really appreciate it.” You smiled at her and took a sip of the wine. Holy mother of god… of course, the wine was absolutely spectacular. Larissa smiled. 
“Don’t mention it. It’s the least I could do.. Plus, I do have to admit I like how my Pyjamas look on you.” She smirked and took a sip of her wine. Larissa eyed you as you just looked at her with wide eyes and a bashful look on your face. You sat the glass down and turned to look at her, clearly gathering your courage to say whatever was on your mind. She thought you looked adorable like that. However, what came out of your mouth next was not something she’d expected to hear. 
“It’s truly a shame that you didn’t get to take my dress off and discard it somewhere in your room…” You smirked at her smugly, but before you could continue your teasing, she had you already pressed against the cushion of the couch. Looking at her, you saw her eyes were full of lust, full of hunger. She gently lifted your head with her finger under your chin, forcing you to keep eye contact as she gently pressed her knee between your legs. You inhale sharply and look at her, lust evident in your gaze. 
“If you want me, all you have to do is say it.” She husked, ghosting her lips over yours. Larissa loved the way you trembled underneath her, but every time you tried to close the gap, she would pull away. 
“You have to say it, darling,” she whispered. You were getting restless, a needy whine escaping you. 
“Please Larissa…” You whimper and look at her with your best puppy eyes. 
“Please what, darling?”
“Please… I need you… I want you,” you breathe out. The heat began to build, and you could already feel that you were soaked. Larissa grinned down at you. 
“Good girl!” 
You didn’t have time to react as Larissa finally closed the gap, pulling you into a bruising kiss. It was so full of need and lust. Your lips moved against hers in perfect harmony. Wrapping your arms around her, you pulled her close. 
The kiss quickly grew hot, passionate. Larissa bit your lower lip, causing you to gasp and giving her the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss. She explored your mouth with her tongue, leaving you in a state of dizzying bliss. Her skilled tongue fought with yours for dominance, kissing you with such fervour that both of you almost ran out of breath. 
You pulled apart just quickly to catch your breaths before Larissa attacked your neck with hot open-mouthed kisses. Trailing her tongue over your pulse point, then latching on to it and sucking hard. Your back arched into her, head tilting to the side to give her better access. 
The aching between your legs became almost unbearable. You wrapped one of your legs around her hips, pulling her closer, but Larissa gently pulled away, causing a pathetic whine to escape. 
“Patience darling!” She husked as she sat up and swiftly picked you up, carrying you to her bedroom and dropping you on the bed. The second you laid there, she was already on you again, her lips continuing their assault on your neck. Larissa moved to slowly unbutton the pyjama shirt you were wearing, but you were too impatient. With a swift motion, you helped her unbutton the rest of the shirt and pulled it off of your body, leaving you with a bare chest. Larissa chuckled darkly. 
“Impatient are we?” she roamed her hands over your soft stomach, cupping one of your breasts. Dipping her head down again, she moved to the other breast and took your hardened nipple in her mouth, teasing it with her teeth and tongue. You moved your hands in her hair, pulling gently at the sensation she was rewarding you with. Larissa moaned against your breast as a reaction which caused you to buck your hips up. You were so desperate for her, and it was so pathetic, but you didn’t care. All you could feel, small, taste, hear, was her. And you needed more.
“Rissa please,” you groaned as you felt her lips travel towards the hem of the pyjama trousers. 
“Need you,” you breathed out. Looking down, you saw her smirk up at you. As she pulled away again you were about to protest but seeing her take her blouse off silenced you immediately. You sat up, reaching out to her and running your fingertips over her body, watching goosebumps spreading over her skin. You cupped her breasts and massaged them, teasing her nipples with your fingers as you leaned in to kiss her. 
Larissa melted into your touch and kiss. Quiet sighs and moans leaving her lips as she laid you back down. 
“I need to taste you darling,” she whispered between kisses, and you whimpered in response, nodding gently. 
“Please! Please…” 
Larissa kissed her way down your body again, pulling the trousers down as she moved her kisses down your legs. She threw the trousers somewhere into the dark of the room, then moved her hands to your knees, spreading your legs gently. She groaned at the sight of a wet spot on your white lace underwear. The blonde looked up at you, watching your reaction as she ran her thumb over the wet spot, pressing down on it gently. Your back arched off the bed and your mouth opened in a quiet moan. 
“P- please Rissa… need you so bad,” you whimpered, rolling your hips against her thumb, needing more friction. In any other situation Larissa would have loved to tease you more, but she was just as desperate to taste you as you were to feel her tongue on you. So without further pause, she swiftly pulled your thong down your legs. She almost moaned at the sight of your glistening cunt in front of her. 
“All of this because of me?” she groaned and moved to kiss the inside of your thigh as you nodded. 
“You’re such a good girl, y/n.'' Larissa couldn't hold back any more. She had to taste you. The smell of your arousal made her mouth water and her head dizzy. The second her tongue made contact with your wet and hot cunt, the breath got stuck in your throat and Larissa let out one of the most vulgar moans you’ve ever heard, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. 
Larissa wasted no time in eating you out. Her tongue danced around your clit before she captured it between her lips and sucked. You moaned out loud, her name falling off your lips like a prayer. The way she used her mouth on you made you feel ecstatic, you felt like you were on cloud nine. The world, every responsibility you had, everything that has ever bothered or hurt you, everything that has been on your mind and stressing you out lately was just gone. 
Larissa never slowed her ministrations on you, listening to your cues, noticing how your body reacted to certain things. She loved how easily your body reacted to her. It's like you were made to be pleased by her. 
“R-issa… need more..” you gasped out between moans. You needed more of her, needed her in you. Larissa smirked and ran her tongue over the length of your slit one last time before rubbing two of her fingers against your entrance gently, coating it with your slick. You were so desperate to feel her fill you up, your hips rolling against her, motioning for her to stop teasing you. She easily slipped one finger in as soon as she thought they were wet enough. You let out a low moan and moved against her as she started pumping her finger in and out slowly. After a while, she pushed a second finger in and watched you grip the sheets. 
“You take me so well, my love.” She praised and moved kisses up your body as she picked up speed with her fingers. Larissa managed to hit spots no one ever had, curling her fingers against that soft, spongy spot that made you see stars. Your walls clenched around her fingers, and you felt the coil tighten in your abdomen. 
“M’close… Riss-ah” your moans only spurred her on more. She wanted to hear you, she wanted to see you come undone, she wanted to hear her name on your lips over and over and over again. Larissa picked up her pace again, using her thumb to rub small circles over your sensitive clit. The coil in your abdomen was about to snap, and she felt it. 
“That's it! Cum for me, y/n. Let me hear you,” she husked into your ear as she nibbled on your earlobe. That was all you needed for the coil to snap. Your legs and arms wrapped around her, needing her impossibly close as you came on her hand with a cry of her name. Larissa was gentle. She helped you ride out your orgasm and then very carefully pulled her fingers out. Your limbs went weak and dropped from her. You lay on the bed, breathing heavily and exhausted. You felt a shift on the bed but didn't have the strength to open your eyes. A few minutes later you felt the mattress dip again then felt a soft, damp and warm sensation between your legs. Larissa had gotten some towels to help clean you up. She used the damp one to clean between your legs and used a dry one to dab the sweat off your face. 
A soft smile spread over your lips as the blonde returned the towels, then came back and laid in bed next to you. Pulling her closer, you started to press soft sleepy kisses to her chin and neck, but she stopped you gently. You looked up at her with a pout, and she kissed your forehead gently. 
“Rest!” She whispered and pulled you close. You frowned at her. 
“But I want to make you feel good too,” you whispered back and held tightly onto her. She just shook her head, a content and also sleepy smile gracing her features. 
“You can. Tomorrow! We have all day to ourselves tomorrow,” she replied and stroked your cheek gently, looking into your eyes lovingly. You smiled and nodded, snuggling into her embrace, you let out a quiet and content sigh. This felt right. This felt like home. 
“Good Night Rissa.” 
“Good Night y/n.”
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yersina · 6 months
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a linguist* plays chants of sennaar (pt 1)
*i studied linguistics for four years and concurrently did three years of sociolinguistics research, but i'm not currently employed in a linguistics-related field.
[pt 2] [pt 3] [pt 4] [pt 5]
thought i'd have some fun breaking down the languages in cos and stretch my rarely used linguistics muscles in the process! disclaimer: can't promise that i'll have any insights that a layperson wouldn't have, this is kinda just me thinking through the grammar of the language out loud haha.
this post covers the first language and will contain spoilers! it also assumes that you know what each of the symbols means already.
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so the three glyphs from the devotee's language that you get introduced to right off the bat already tells me a lot: it's a pictographic logography (real life example: chinese characters), which is probably a good place to start for people who are new to language deciphering (also, none of these languages are spoken so an alphabet would be pointless lol). a logography is a writing system that represents whole words/concepts with a single character, as opposed to representing the sounds that the words make (like alphabets or syllabaries). i haven't completely finished the game yet (most of the way through the fourth language), but i'm p sure 1) all of the languages are logographies and 2) the devotee's language is the most true-to-life with its pictograms.
with these three words we can also begin to establish a pattern--verbs most likely have a line on the bottom, which holds true for the rest of the characters. i think the only exception to this rule is the character for "greeting", which is also used as the verb "salute" later in the game (an interesting choice (considering etymologies for greetings in irl languages), but it makes sense when your language is only 40 words lol). other patterns include the curved line for tools, the semi-open box for structures/locations, and the half-circle with the line for things relating to sight (which amusingly is also the overall game symbol for examining something). (not gonna include things like "man" and "music" and "plant" in this list cause they're defined in game.) i do think it's kind of fun that they introduced "i/me" and "you" before they introduced "man"—it validates that you'll find patterns haha.
(while writing the prev paragraph, it finally hit me that the symbol for "key" is open-tool. isn't that cool!)
i did notice at one point in the game that there was a devotee word that was cut off in one of the stone carvings that looked like it might have been the equivalent for "fortress"--it was the room radical with the two opposing arrows from the word for "warrior". although it's not validated by the game's automatic translation function, it does seem to be evidence that the language elements are fairly flexible and recombinable!
this language is SVO (subject verb object), like english, which again is a choice that makes sense in terms of easing people in. it uses reduplication with nouns to indicate plurality, which as far as i can tell is unique amongst the languages in this game. there's no tense markers, which is common to all the languages in this game (again, as far as i can tell without having encountered the last language yet). given how simple the languages in the game need to be, i'm not surprised that there aren't really auxiliary verbs or indications of infinitives either.
questions that still remain unanswered: - "dead/death", "seek", and "find" all have dots that don't show up in the other characters. not sure why that's the case. could be a representation of something metaphysical? - the character for "go/pass" has a "room" radical on the right side and something else on the left side. wonder if that was intentional
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astrojulia · 11 months
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Pick a Pile - A letter from your future self
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Disclaimer: These general free readings are made in good faith for entertainment purpose.
How to pick a pile
When you have different cards to choose from in pile 1,2,3… look at each of those cards. Wait until someone reminds you of a memory. Perhaps a character’s outfit resembles one of your own. It is this pile that has its message. What if they all remind me of something? Go for the one with the strongest memory, one might look like her earring but another might be the favorite candy you got from your grandma when you vacationed at her house. But what if none reminds me of something? Take a deep breath and wait a little longer, without charging yourself or creating worries. Relax, some will awaken some memory in you, I promise! .
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Pile 1 - Pochacco
[Waxing Moon, Aquarius, Neptune, Six of Wands; Four of Cups; Seven of Pentacles; Knight of Pentacles; Justice; King of Aquarius; Knight of Wands. Nine of Wands; Three of Cups]
If you chose this pile maybe you have:
Aquarius Neptune;
Neptune dominant;
Pisces/Libra/Aquarius/Capricorn/Leo in the big 6.
Dear [Your Name],
Greetings from the future! Today, you experienced a small but significant victory, and I wanted to take a moment to acknowledge your progress. You're on the right path, and I can sense the fulfillment it brings you. However, remember that there's still a little way to go before everything falls into place. Celebrate your victories, but remain cautious about pride. It's essential to stay grounded.
I'm glad to inform you that your future self is reaping the rewards of your hard work, and you've achieved success honestly. If, at any point, you were tempted to take shortcuts or deceive others for personal gain, let me assure you that such actions will eventually catch up with you. I trust that you have stayed true to your values and principles.
In the future, you will find yourself in a more serene phase where you won't always have to be the one initiating everything. Instead, you'll play a role in overseeing and refining what has already been accomplished. It will be a calmer period, but by no means stagnant. There will still be tasks to tackle and objectives to pursue.
Presently, your primary concern revolves around your connections with others. You often question whether they genuinely support you or if someone harbors jealousy and tries to undermine your progress. You are naturally inclined towards being a people person, and your birth chart suggests that your dominant elements are Air and/or Water. Consequently, building connections and fostering relationships hold significant importance for you. Despite occasionally convincing yourself that you're better off alone, deep down, you know it to be untrue. Your fear of rejection has caused you to erect barriers, but your happiest moments in life have involved others. Remember that being in the company of like-minded individuals brings you joy.
As your future self, I urge you to stop creating unnecessary barriers with others. I understand that you've experienced pain and possess a certain wariness towards society. Seeking a safe space away from others might seem appealing, but I assure you it's not the best course of action. You need friends, companions, and a network of support. The barriers you've erected will not aid you in any way.
Rather than hiding from the world, I encourage you to venture out to places and events that truly interest you. Attend concerts, visit museums, explore fashion shows—anything that sparks your passion. Show yourself to the world. Additionally, invest time in self-improvement and self-discovery. Self-knowledge is a powerful tool for enhancing self-esteem, and there are unique contributions that only you can make. I recall a quote from a cartoon I stumbled upon but never watched extensively, and it resonated deeply: "Your heart's not broken; it's only growing." Remember that life is a series of beginnings and fresh starts. Embrace them with open arms.
Always remember that everything has its own time and place. There is a time for action and a time for reflection. Your sadness is valid, and I, more than anyone, understand the weight it carries. Rest assured that I am with you in every moment, reminiscent of a movie playing in your mind. So, do not be afraid.
Let go of the martyrdom mindset. You don't need to suffer excessively to achieve your desires. Yes, you must work hard, get organized, and continually strive for improvement, but suffering is not a prerequisite. Fight for your rights, your place in the world, and know your worth. However, leave this fight outside the sanctuary of your home. Transform your home into a temple for rest, shedding tears, self-reflection, and even indulging in childlike behavior when needed. But, from now on, shield yourself from unnecessary pain.
Your future self acknowledges your tendency to procrastinate. It's something you grapple with more than you would like. But, I want to remind you to give yourself the credit you deserve for being patient. We live in a society that demands immediate results and instant gratification, often driven by technology. However, as human beings, we can't always keep up with this relentless pace. Be patient with yourself and resist the urge to compare yourself to machines or AI. Remember, you have unique potential and capabilities.
Believe me when I say that where you are right now is just the beginning. I promise you, it will get better. You will evolve and grow, transforming from a simple donkey into a spirited horse. Keep walking, keep trying, and keep pushing forward. Embrace your innovative and creative side—the part of you that may defy rationality at times. Don't let fear dictate your relationship with society and the world. While there are challenges and hardships, not everyone out there is bad. Have faith in yourself, as you have a tremendous capacity for personal growth.
You don't need to prove your worth to anyone. It is already inherent within you. Instead of seeking validation from external sources, focus on your own self-worth and self-acceptance. Embrace your journey and the lessons it brings.
Remember, my dear [Your Name], you have the power to shape your future. Embrace your victories, learn from your setbacks, and always strive to be the best version of yourself. Trust the process, and know that your future self is rooting for you every step of the way.
With unwavering support and belief in your potential,
Your Future Self
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Pile 2 - Cinnamoroll
[First Quarter, Waning Crescent, Pisces,Emperor,Eight of Cups,Wheel of Fortune,Eight of Swords,Death,Ten of Cups, The Tower, Queen of Wands, Ten of Wands]
If you chose this pile maybe you have:
Mars dominant;
Aries dominant;
Aries/Scorpio in the big 6.
Dear [Your Name],
Greetings from the future! Today, you are filled with a sense of fulfillment and optimism. You can feel the potential for growth within you, and it seems like you are finally taking control of the situation, steering it towards the desired outcome. This is just the beginning, though. Many of your aspirations and ideas remain in your mind, waiting to be transformed into tangible plans and actions. It might feel like your thoughts are yet to find the right words to express them, but rest assured, there is so much more to come than you can currently envision. A breakthrough moment, a eureka moment, is on the horizon, and it will reveal the immense potential you possess.
Your future self is bursting with happiness! You cannot even fathom the level of joy awaiting you. What you truly desire is unfolding before your eyes, even though there may be a veil obscuring your vision. It's like standing under a spotlight where you think you see everything, but in reality, your happiness lies just around the corner. Don't worry if you cannot perceive the exact path at this moment. Trust that you will find your way.
It seems that you are burdened by an overwhelming workload. You feel a sense of accomplishment in being able to handle so much, and I must acknowledge your capabilities. However, this excessive weight is also causing sadness and isolation. Remember, you are carrying this burden into the future. Take a moment to calm yourself and find balance.
Let go of the "what if" and the regrets of the past. The future me, the present you, and the people from your past are interconnected. There are countless things the past version of me wishes to share with you, things you cannot even fathom. Do not fear your journey, but do not halt your progress either.
Allocate more time to challenging yourself! Embrace the plans you've made and put them into action. Push your limits and discover what you are truly capable of. Yes, it might feel overwhelming today, but what if I told you that this overwhelming feeling is mostly in your mind? It's time to break free from it. Remember that task you keep postponing? Do it!
There are several important things you need to remember. Firstly, you are a fortunate individual, and destiny has a way of working in your favor. Things may not always unfold exactly as you desire, but trust that they are happening for the best. Reconnect with your spirituality and embrace your faith. Your companions, both seen and unseen, have never abandoned you. Lastly, have faith in the plan that destiny has in store for you. It will unfold at its own pace.
You do not need to endure unnecessary suffering. The idea that you must go through certain hardships to learn a lesson is not always true. The world has been unkind to you, and you carry a deep sadness within your chest that words cannot fully express, only tears can. I want to assure you that even I, your future self, still carry a small portion of that sadness. However, it will gradually dissipate. If you can find a way to release it now, it will make your journey easier. Consider seeking a more intensive psychological treatment if necessary, beyond just therapy.
Recognize that you have always been the one to set yourself free from various burdens, even when you longed for assistance from others. You have managed to navigate through challenges independently. You are audacious and unstoppable. Your mind is free from the constraints of societal norms and judgments of right and wrong.
I want to reiterate that I am incredibly happy today. It's because I see the star-like potential within you, waiting to be recognized for all that you have accomplished. You are protected by spirituality, the love and support of your parents, and the guidance of your ancestors. They are all watching over you, guiding you on your path of growth and transformation. Embrace the power that resides within you, for it is expanding with every step you take.
In the grand tapestry of your life, remember that each thread serves a purpose, even the ones woven with sadness and pain. The sorrow that lingers within you, the one that brings you to tears, is gradually dissipating. Allow yourself to empty it out, piece by piece. You may discover that seeking a deeper form of healing and support will provide the solace you seek. Consider exploring alternative methods and seeking the assistance of professionals who can guide you through this process.
Today, I want you to acknowledge your true strength. You have overcome countless obstacles, and even when the world seemed against you, you forged your own path. Take pride in your audacity and resilience. The norms and expectations imposed upon you cannot hinder your limitless potential. You possess a radiant spirit that shines brightly, and it is only a matter of time before your light is recognized by all.
Keep nurturing your spirituality, for it is a wellspring of wisdom and comfort. Trust in the love and protection that surround you, both from the divine and from the earthly connections you hold dear. Lean on the support of your parents, who have been your pillars of strength. Remember the guidance of your ancestors, whose presence is felt in your veins. You are not alone on this journey; you are part of a greater tapestry of love and interconnectedness.
As you venture into the future, remember to embrace the present moment. Let go of worries about what could have been and what lies ahead. Instead, focus on the here and now, the opportunities that unfold before you. Embrace the power of intention and manifestation, knowing that your thoughts and actions shape the reality you experience.
Believe in yourself, dear [Your Name]. You are on the cusp of greatness, a potential waiting to be fully realized. Trust in the process, and have faith that everything will fall into place at the right time. Your future is bright, and you have the ability to create a life that surpasses even your wildest dreams.
With boundless love and unwavering faith,
Your Future Self
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Pile 3 - Kuromi
[Scorpio, Sun, Cancer, Four of Wands, Seven of Cups, The Star, Five of Pentacles, Page of Pentacles, The Moon, Four of Swords, Two of Cups, Nine of Swords]
If you chose this pile maybe you have:
Scorpio/Cancer Sun;
Libra/Pisces/Aquarius in the big 6.
Dear [Your Name],
As I write this letter to you, you find yourself amidst significant changes within your home and family. Perhaps you are preparing to embark on the journey of marriage or welcoming new members into your family. However, my dear, I want you to understand that you are the protagonist of this transformation. This is not a change that frightens you; it is an outcome that you anticipated and meticulously planned for. Your tireless efforts have brought forth this moment.
Your future self wants you to take a moment to reflect upon the choices you have made. You have transitioned from a position of power to a supportive role, and as the main character, you are now entrusted with the care of others. Embrace this shift with open arms, for it is not a negative development. Instead, it signifies a new phase of your life where you must divert some of your attention away from yourself.
Today, you find yourself contemplating whether you should rest or continue fighting. Your deep love and concern for your family compel you to ensure their well-being. You have worked tirelessly to bring everyone together, and it can be exhausting because you understand and appreciate the uniqueness of each individual. You have become a counselor, a teacher, a mother, and a daughter to everyone around you. And now, you wonder when you will find a moment to rest.
Therefore, I implore you to cease spending an excessive amount of time being the cornerstone of everyone's lives. You are not obligated to be the constant advisor and ally that everyone seeks. It is time to redirect some of that focus back onto yourself.
You need moments of solitude, my dear. When was the last time you truly had a moment alone? A moment for self-reflection, introspection, and observation without immediate action? It is crucial for you to prioritize your own desires amidst this dynamic situation. Take the time to explore your motivations. Why do you yearn for the unity of others so intensely?
Remember two essential truths. Firstly, there will always be more options available to you. It is possible to rebuild and mend relationships, ultimately leading to a harmonious resolution. Secondly, it is crucial to acknowledge that there may be individuals who are not genuine. Despite your best efforts, some may attempt to exploit you. Understand that their actions stem from their own internal issues and have no correlation with your worth.
Now, what I am about to say may be challenging, but it is essential. Release the fear of being alone. You are excellent company for yourself. Embrace solitude and discover the strength and contentment that reside within you.
Allow yourself to embrace your true desires. Do not hesitate to acknowledge that some of your actions, though done for others, are ultimately driven by your own wishes. You have every right to want and desire.
Remember, my dear, you possess immense potential to emerge from the current trials and tribulations you face. Do not let fear consume you. With time, things will gradually settle, and a sense of tranquility will envelop your life.
Believe in your ability to navigate this journey and find fulfillment amidst the changes.
With unwavering support and belief in you,
Your Future Self
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pac: how would a fancall go from your kpop bias / what would they think of you?
4 piles!!
disclaimer: this is just for fun and take everything i say with a grain of salt!! none of these pics are mine btw!!
pile 1: I feel like you're not getting exactly what you wanted out of this fancall of your bias!! I think your bias has a cutesey persona or goofy persona that you perceive them to be. and yes they're like that but I think you jump into it expecting them to be that way with you!! but that's not the case. I think it's better to go into this fancall with your bias probably writing down what you want to say or what u want to ask them!! I think you should rethink this mindset that you have that you should ask your bias to do cutesey stuff for u. I think your bias would prefer some deep conversations instead of just being lighthearted haha. I think you're honestly a little stressed or nervous because you don't want to offend your bias by how you jumped into the fancall with them, but don't worry, your bias is understanding!! they'll forgive u easily.
what they think of you during this fancall?: your bias is completely understanding if you ask them to do something cutesey and they don't want to, you just apologize and move on! no sweat is what they think. they think you're very funny and you jump into the conversation wanting to make them laugh and to make them comfortable with you, they think you've really thought out what to say. and that you guys connect on a deep level when you're just trying to be yourself with your bias. remember that you're bias is just a regular person at the end of the day, so just talk to them like you're meeting them for the first time!! they honestly think you've carried the conversation and it went well as the call went on. they think you've made an impression on them
pile 2: honestly I think you'll be really nervous as you begin to go into this call. you don't want to mess up and embarrasse yourself in front of your bias, you kinda get so nervous that you think they won't even want to continue this call with you, you're usually very humble and outgoing, so you're kinda like to yourself: WHY AM I LIKE THIS??? but don't worry girl!!! your bias has your back. they'll carry on the conversation so you feel more comfortable talking to them. as the call goes on it'll be so freaking fun for you!! you'll appreciate your bias for sticking it out for you and being understanding of your nervousness, they're not judgemental at all I promise😭 you'll remember this call for a long time from how much fun you've had!! talking to them was like your dream come true after the initial nervousness wears down.
what do they think of you during this fancall?: your bias will think that your fancall is one of their favorites!! they loved talking to u cus u genuinely gave them something to think about. they'll think you were a bit nervous and rigid, but that your call went on for a while because you've never stopped giving them something to talk about!! your bias will think that you're someone they'd love to get to know better or to be friends with. they'll think your call went successfully and they're happy to have given you a memorable call as well!! they'll honestly be a bit sad? cus they wish they could've spoken to u for hours!! they really connected with you!
pile 3: it'll go really well!! you'll feel like you've had so much fun with them and that you've guys really connected as well. the both of you will feel like you'd love to be friends irl if it weren't for the long distance gap lol. your bias is going to absolutely ADORE YOUU fr they'll feel like this call really stood out to them cus they really connected with u. you guys might talk a lot about their previous projects and your bias will probably slip some things out about their projects that they weren't supposed to? on accident though bc they weren't paying attention to what they weren't supposed to say!! you've just made them feel so comfortable and loved, they appreciate u a lot for that!!
what they think of you during this fancall?: they'll think you're wanting to chase your dreams to the fullest and to accomplish a lot in life. they'll think your determined to accomplish many things in your life and you care about your academic career as long as the things your passionate about. your bias will think you want to achieve your dreams and they'll admire you for that and they'll tell you they're rooting for you!! they'll think you'll get this happy life and they want you to know they're so proud that you are going for what you want as you won't stop until you've gotten your happy life.
pile 4: I feel like it won't go as you expected because you're bias and you don't think the same!! you and your bias might have a different ways of viewing things and thinking, so you might not connect with them the way you expected!! You're guyses hopes and goals and humor and thoughts are just different!! you'll find out eventually that you might have to rethink who you're bias is!! because you don't think the both of you connected like you originally planned. this doesn't feel like petty energy it's just that the both of you are really different. it'll make you rethink things for sure!!
what they think of you during this fancall?: your bias will think you're still working towards a goal that you're really passionate about but they think that you think you're not 100% there yet to accomplishing your goal!! they completely understand this though and they'll encourage you to keep striving and having fun with it of course!! they'll love your attitude a lot but they also think you're not a very emotional person? that you think more with your head than your heart. they'll think your self esteem isn't all bad either!! they think you think highly of yourself!! there's this underlying feeling though that they think you'll cut anyone or anything off thats stopping you from achieving your goals
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Meet Me On The Ice (Azriel x Reader)~ Chapter 3
Warnings: None!
Word Count: 1.9k
MMOTI masterlist
A/N: It's been a while and I'm sorry but I hope you guys enjoy it <3
Disclaimer: DISCLAIMER: I am not a figure skater or a hockey player, so while I'm trying to be as accurate as possible, it's likely some things may not be correct and/or are bent a little to fit the plot!
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“He’s just so infuriating!” You fall back onto the plush couch in the Vanserra pool house, stuffing a mouthful of popcorn. The underused pool house had been You and Lucien’s sanctuary since you were small, his rowdy brothers not really caring to venture here, much preferring the amenities the woodland mansion had to offer. 
Well except for one. 
Eris Vanserra’s favorite hobby seemed to be annoying you whenever you were over. It seemed like no matter what he found some way to weasel into your business, and now as he settles into the couch between you and Lucien–shoveling a handful of your popcorn into his mouth, it seems he’s wormed his way into your venting session. 
“Trouble in paradise?” He raises an auburn brow and you can practically feel Lucien rolling his eyes. You can’t believe you ever thought he was the most tolerable of Lucien’s brothers. “I’ve seen that broody one you’re trying to replace LuLu with, he doesn’t seem like your type.” It’s probably true, most of the Vanserra brood played for the Autumn University Smokehounds except for Lucien, the Velaris Comet’s biggest rivals on and off the ice. 
“Like you know anything about my type Eris,” You snarl and he does nothing but laugh, even as Lucien looks like he wants to sink back into the couch cushions. 
“Go away Er, find someone else to bother.” Lucien supplies, removing the bowl of popcorn from his brother's lap, passing it back to you, fixing his heated gaze on Eris, and then pointedly looking at the door. Eris gets the hint, seeming amused by the level of aggravation he’s caused for the day and stands to leave. 
“Alright, but I’m hurt you didn’t ask me, Little Minx,” Eris’s heated gaze fixed on you as he reaches down and grabs one last piece of popcorn from your lap, crowding your space with eyes locked together with brutal efficiency. “I think we would’ve danced very well together.” He leaves without another word. 
“It’s like I’m not safe from assholes anywhere,” You scoff, collapsing back into Lucien’s lap. He looks at you apologetically, running a soothing hand through your hair. You relish in the simple affection of the balm that is Lucien’s presence. 
“I’m sorry about him,” He supplies, twisting a lock of hair through your fingers. 
“I know how to handle Eris, it’s the other one I’m more nervous about.” Your eyes slip shut, taking calming breaths.
“What about Az gets you so worked up?” He asks readjusting his casted foot to be propped higher on the pillow. 
“I don’t even know, my whole life he’s just hated me. I get that I was an annoying little kid who always wanted to hang out with them, but we’re adults now and he should fucking get over it.” You can feel the annoyance start to creep back into your body, your temper already rising at the thought of the practice you have to attend later. 
“You’ll survive Dove, don’t let this ruin your last season. At least one of us needs a good one.” You glance up at Lucien who’s glaring at his leg like that could make it magically heal.
“I know I’m sorry. I just wish we could do it together.” You say, and he smiles down at you mournfully, rubbing out the crease between your eyebrows as you try to relax. “I’ll try to keep my head up.” 
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Your head slams down hard against the practice floor as you’re dropped for the third time tonight. 
“Alright!” Alis yells, her forehead wrinkled with irritation as she stops the music. You glare hard at Azriel whose chest is heaving up and down, an equally intense glare fixed on you. “You two clearly haven’t taken my advice, and it’s showing in your work.”  She calls your name and you sit up, rubbing the sore spot from where your head hit the floor. “What did you and Lucien do when you first started skating together?” 
“We used to get pizza and go the arcade once a week.” You supply and you and Az share a mutual look of distaste. “But that was when we were eleven and Azriel and I are very much not eleven.” Alis shakes her head again. 
“Well, I don’t care. If you want any chance of even stepping on ice this season, you’ll bond. If you can’t get this on the practice floor, I’ll be damned before I let either of you on skates.” 
“I don’t have time for that.” Azriel’s voice rumbles through the room, and Alis shoots him an incredulous look.
“Well young man, let me make some time for you now. Practice is dismissed early, and the two of you are going to get pizza and go to the arcade. In fact, I’m giving you homework, you two have to hang out once a week.” Her tone is final despite the mutual protests of you and Azriel. So with the grumbling, you’re reluctantly climbing into the passenger seat of Az’s beat-up jeep as he’s plugging in the directions to the old Funland Arcade. He sets his arm on the back of your headrest as he looks over his shoulder to back out of the parking lot and set out on the road. 
It's most likely the most awkward car ride you’ve ever been on. 
The radio is playing on low with some old rock band Azriel must be fond of and the monotone voice of his phone’s GPS is the only noise in the car. Even the sound of your breath seems to blare throughout the vehicle's cab. Luckily for you, the drive to the old arcade is short. He parks the car and the two of you make your way inside, when you get in line behind him for game tokens he raises his eyebrows at you pinning you with a silent question in his hazel gaze. 
“What? I don’t expect you to pay for me, it’s not like we’re on a date.” You give him a noncommittal nod and he shrugs in response before feeding money into the machine that spits out the tokens. You repeat his actions filling your bucket as you set out upon the battlefield of neon lights and arcade consoles. 
It takes all of about 30 seconds for another argument to ensue. 
It's stupid really. You want to play the old Dance Dance Revolution machine in the back and Azriel wants to play some zombie shooter with grotesque graphics and obnoxiously loud gun noises. 
“Well, then we can just each play our own game and meet up when we’re done.” He huffs and starts to walk over to his choice, but you grab his arm. 
“The entire point of being here is so that we spend time together. Alis said we’re supposed to do things together as a team.” You drop his arm, glaring at him as he scoffs and shoves his hands in his hoodie pocket. 
“She’ll never even find out if we don’t” He tries to walk away again fully turning his back to you but you grab his hood and yank him back again. He lets out a choking sound before whipping around to you absolutely furious. “What the actual fuck was that for?” Azriel questions, yanking his collar back down. 
“Listen to me, Azriel. I get that this isn’t important to you but it’s important to me. This is my only chance to skate, so I don’t care what I have to stoop to.” You pinch the crease between your brows and try to offer an olive branch. “So can we at least compromise okay? I’ll play your shooting game first if you play my game after, and then how about we try to pick a game together.” Az finally relents, nodding his agreement. So the two of you walk over to his game, eloquently titled Undead Massacre III, and pick up the red plastic gun assigned to player two. 
You were officially complete dog shit. 
You had wasted a good chunk of your tokens because you kept dying and Azriel was too far ahead or too focused to revive you, and you could tell that he was annoyed at having to start over. You wanted to quit, not understanding the gun upgrades or reloading mechanism, insisting that you played enough and it was your turn. Az insisted that you had to win at least the easiest round before you could move on. After you died for the fifth time and the game over screen flashes bright and angry as Azriel comes behind you. 
“You can’t reload or switch guns fast enough because you’re holding it wrong.” He rumbles the warmth from his chest seeping into your back as he repositions your hands around the plastic. “And you can’t aim because you’re holding the gun too low and it’s not registering with the sensor,” He pulls your arm up so that the gun is now level with your collarbones. “There, see how that feels?” You shudder as his breath hits your neck, rolling your shoulders to fight off the rising goosebumps from his proximity and pray that he can’t see the heat creeping up your cheeks in the dim light. He inserts the tokens for both of you and starts the game again. You actually manage to beat the easiest level and let out a shout that makes a few mothers shoot you angry glares, turning to Azriel eyes blazing with victory. He smiles, actually smiles at you, and you start toward him before awkwardly pausing. If it was Lucien, Rhys, or hell even Cassian you would’ve thrown your arms around them to celebrate. But it was Azriel, so you settle for an awkward smile and offer your hand up for a high-five. He returns it and reluctantly follows you over to DDR, which he does surprisingly well at. 
You should’ve known apparently he’s good at everything. You shoot him a questioning gaze and he gives a nonchalant shrug, but there’s amusement in his eyes that makes a laugh bubble out of your chest.
The both of you settle on ski ball and a couple other arcade games that leave you both with a massive pile of tickets that you have to spend at the counter. You end up combing your tickets for the free pizza coupon so you settle into the booths and wait for it to be delivered to your table. This time the silence isn’t terribly awkward, you’re surrounded by kids laughing, terribly censored pop radio, and the smell of mediocre arcade pizza. You flick through social media on your phone and answer a couple texts before the waitress brings you a pitcher of lemonade and a large cheese pizza. You take two slices and Azriel piles 4 onto his plate, raising a brow at you as he shoves his face. 
“You don’t have to eat it like it’s about to run away from you.” You giggle out around a sip of your lemonade and Azriel thankfully takes the comment as the joke it is instead of an insult and laughs. 
“I’m a growing boy sweetheart, gotta eat.” He shoves almost half a piece of pizza in his mouth and pats his stomach for effect. The blush is back and Az watches it darken your cheeks with amusement dancing in his eyes. Thoroughly stuffed and satisfied you climb back into Azriel’s car as he drives you back to the rink, looking out the window as stars twinkle in the night sky. 
“I had fun tonight,” you mutter as he drops you off at your car. “I’ll see you tomorrow for practice.” Azriel nods at you from his rolled-down window and waits until you’re in your car and pulling out of the parking lot before he starts his drive home.
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starryhiraeth · 8 months
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Azriel x Reader
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Warnings?; Uhm? Angst (fluff ending), (a bit of) Elain Slander (sorry babes <3)
✨spelling errors✨
Italics=Flashback
Disclaimer; for some reason this was really hard to write so I hope it’s okay 😂
Lol I think that’s it ANYWAY-
A part of you expected it, Azriel liked fixing people, making them better, being the hero.
He saved Mor,
He saved You,
And now that Elain had joined the night court he had made her his new project.
You were angry obviously, you hadn’t seen him in a month. A month!
You mate! And all this time he had been a watching over Elain. Perfect flower sniffing Elain. Gods you hated her.
You hated the way everyone treated her like glass and how Azriel gained a thrill from making her better, maybe he just thought you were dumb? You were a lot younger than him in fae years.
It wouldn’t be the first time you were considered dim because of your age, you were young and they assumed you knew nothing.
It wasn’t true, in reality you where probably the most mature person in whatever room you were in.
You knew almost everything even though your young,
You knew the reason why Azriel liked being the hero and saving them was because he felt like a monster and this helped him feel good.
You knew that Elain would never get better if everyone kept on treating her like she were made of china
You knew that Azriel will learn that a friend to all is a friend to none
You knew that Azriel chasing two girl, for whatever reason, he would loose the one
You knew that the thrill would expire and Azriel will release what he had lost and that you’d been cursing him until the day came
And most importantly you knew you were done.
So there you sat in your new apartment on the edge of Velaris, in front of the fireplace cuddled up in your second favourite cardigan, you’d accidentally left your favourite in Az’s room, and you thought back.
“Az!” Your laugh echoed through the streets of Velaris, when coming back from a meeting with some lords from autumn court, all you could do was look at Azriel and imagine all the things you could’ve been doing instead of listing to some dusty old boy of autumn, “sensual politics” you had joked, after that you two left and got completely wasted, which led to Azriel drunk under a street light and you laughing at him in your formal dress and black lipstick.
And the way he look at you, gods the way he looked at you made you feel more seen then you’d ever been, you often felt as if you were just a piece of clothes stuck at the back if the wardrobe or under someone’s bed, but when Azriel looked at you, you felt as if he had brought you out to the light and declared that you are his favourite
Azriel was otherworldly, any scars you felt were ugly, it felt as if Azriel was drawn stars around them, turning them into something Beautiful
But now?
Now, it felt like those wounds were open again and were now bleeding,
Azriel had left his mark on you, like a blood stain, like a tattoo kiss.
Yet despite the burning feeling in your gut, you wet calm, he’d be back, even if they’d gotten romantic, even if he slept with her
You knew Azriel like no one else.
Almost a week later, it was the dead of night at the front door, you’d opened it to find Azriel standing in the front porch light in the pouring rain.
“I fucked up”
You face was blank, showing no emotion,
You stepped aside, silently telling him to come in, after sitting down the sofa, tears shone in Azriel’s eyes, he went to talk but you cut him off
“How far did it go?”
“Barley anywhere.” He rushed out “she went to kiss me and I’ve never flinched away from anyway one quickly”
“If that’s so then why haven’t I seen you for a month”
He choked on his tears “I-I don’t know, I wanted to help, I just got so wrapped up in being a…a good-”
“A hero.” You cut him off again, voice as cold as ice
He tears came out faster as he kneeled in front of you, hands on your legs and head in your lap
“Yeah, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he cried over and over “…I almost lost you didn’t I?”
“You says you haven’t?”
The world went still for Azriel
“I’ll do anything, anything! This was never about her, it was about me, me being a monster, me being not good enough for you, I-I brought this for you” he pulled out your favourite cardigan, it was a cream colour, with red lines around the edges and 3 silver stars sewn onto the front
Your face softened, you’d always known this side of Azriel existed but you doubted you’d ever see it, in truth you thought it was locked away deep down inside him, or it has died, yet here it was, vulnerable in front of you clinging onto your cardigan for dear life,
You slowly wrapped it around you and cuddled up to it,
“I’ve neglected you these past weeks, this month, all because of my insecurities and I’ll never forgive myself for it, I don’t expect you to ether but I can say that it’ll never happen again,” still on his knees, he looked deep into your eyes “I promise,” a mark started to appear on his unscarred hand, it swirled around his ring finger and made to like all the way down to his wrist before swirling around that as well, He didn’t even flinch.
“Your all I need, love, forever”
Your exhaled,
Holding his face and leaning his head against yours, he relaxed into your touch,
“I knew you’d come back” you muttered and graceful smile appeared on your face as Azriel stared back almost completely and utterly in love with you,
He picked you up bridal style and placed you in his lap, both of you sat in front of the fire place, and you felt a sense of peace wash over you,
You knew, of course you did,
And finally here his was, back with you in his arms, wearing your favourite Cardigan
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charcubed · 10 months
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Ted Lasso, the Roy/Keeley/Jamie triangle, and – dare I say it? –television history
No matter your preferred term for the throuple, OT3, or poly relationship on Ted Lasso, it’s worth appreciating.
The more I think about it, the more I believe that the creative team behind Ted Lasso is doing something with RoyKeeleyJamie that doesn’t exist in precisely the same way anywhere else. In my opinion — and with the disclaimer that my frame of reference is (of course) limited—what they’ve done here is incredibly unique and maybe even groundbreaking.
These declarations of mine aren’t premature or at all conditional on how explicitly “official” their relationship may or may not get to be in the season 3 finale. I say this from my current perspective after episode 3x11, because after that episode I feel that what they’ve been doing with this part of the story has been made abundantly clear.
When it comes to Roy Kent, Keeley Jones, and Jamie Tartt, it would’ve been very easy and even expected for the writers to fall into the trap of making them into a typical love triangle at any point. Yet they never did. People might ascribe the traditional “love triangle” label to the trio because it’s a familiar frame of reference, but as a term I feel like it’s not actually applicable to the story beats we’ve seen.
These characters have never been in any true rivalry motivated by jealousy, insecurity, or possessiveness in regards to one another’s relationships. By contrast, within their triangle and amongst all of their separate pairings, their common denominator has been mutual attempts at building respect, communication, and accountability. Roy and Jamie’s conflicts with each other predated and were never centered around their love for Keeley, and Keeley was never put in a position of having to choose between the boys. Keeley was allowed to care about both of them in different ways, maintaining different relationships with each of them on her own terms. None of them pretended they couldn’t all care about each other in some capacity while still acknowledging boundaries and variation in their relationships. And while this shouldn’t be a big deal or a surprise–especially because Ted Lasso is a show defined by second chances, found families, and endless variations of love–it’s still refreshing enough to warrant praise.
As part of that, because the writers didn’t rely on nor fear the typical contrived “love triangle” dynamic, all three of the characters’ stories were kept heavily intertwined. They live and work in the same spaces, and they care about each other in various ways, so of course they interact and share advice. Their individual arcs were then intentionally informed by the ways they learned to grow because of each other, intertwining them further.
While I don’t know for sure if the writers’ goal was to eventually approach them as an inseparable group, I suspect it wasn’t, based on a couple of quotes I’ve seen float around. That means that they may have seen the potential for the non-platonic “triangle,” chose to lean into it relatively quickly (the show is only 3 seasons!), and continued to build it so it feels organic and cohesive. That speaks volumes as to their talent and it’s also part of what makes this situation so unique.
Along those lines: Ted Lasso is a mainstream ensemble show with several storylines in play. It’s not solely or primarily about romance. It’s also not a “queer show,” meaning that queer storylines were not a central pillar of its premise, nor were they part of its original appeal to or promise to audiences.
Of course, there are now several queer storylines/characters in season 3 amongst the ensemble cast that have clearly been planned from the start, including Colin, Trent, Keeley, etc. That’s fantastic, and anytime a show doesn’t “start out” as blatantly queer but later makes a natural place for the development of queer characters within its wider story, it’s a huge win. It’s also great storytelling!
But rarely is that the case when it comes to polyamory. While there are several movies and shows that include it… most poly representation is within the context of an already radically queer story, or within the context of a story that’s solely about being polyamorous. Any non-monogamous relationships–or even the potential for them–are very rarely given casual, “normalized” inclusion amongst an ensemble, or treated like just another romance in the mix.
And yet… Roy, Keeley, and Jamie seemingly have been, with beautiful complexity. It's like seeing a real windmill for the first time.
This “triangle that symbolizes home” has been built as a three piece, slow burn, collective romance. Equal weight has been given to developing them as individuals while developing all of the ways they intersect and connect, with no combination falling by the wayside. Between Keeley/Jamie, Roy/Keeley, and Roy/Jamie, you can chart the trajectory of how they all grew to love each other and how they’re now coming together as a group towards the end. It all plays out with various levels of romantic motifs across the board, and–as if that isn’t already enough!–with added subtext through costuming/wardrobe, set details, framing, and music. It has been formed and shaped with great attention to detail, and of course with unbelievably beautiful acting choices that bring it to life. (Analyzing those details at length would require its own post.)
This sort of thing may exist in other media, but I’ve personally never seen anything like it before. I’ve certainly never heard of it happening in such a high-profile, widely-loved show like this.
Here, with one episode left, the equal setup of the three now feels complete and ready for a future. Roy and Keeley aren’t back together yet, so Jamie wouldn’t feel like an add-on if that is indeed where they take the story. Roy and Keeley haven’t even kissed on screen this season, in a way that feels deliberate (and anticipatory). And it’s now clear that the relationship struggles any 2 characters may have had as couples can be improved upon by adding the third person, so they’d all be fully supported in a throuple.
For example: Keeley helps them all to be more vulnerable and open while also being a problem solver. Roy’s steady, heartfelt, but no-nonsense encouragement builds them all up with confidence but not toxic pride. Jamie now wears his heart on his sleeve, bringing a level of fun and joy that’s incomparably him. If Keeley sometimes needs space, Roy and Jamie are clearly happy to be indefinitely tied together (sometimes literally). If Jamie or Keeley want to be the life of any party, they’ve got a partner for the scene so Roy doesn’t feel obligated to match that energy. Roy and Jamie relate through football as a specific kind of language, understanding that part of each other as only they can while Keeley cheers from the side. Each of them has taught the others new skills along the way.
If any of them now enter into new relationship territory, it sure seems like they’ll do it all together as a full set–and be stronger for it.
Feel free to call me a fool, but at this point I’m confident that at minimum they’re going to leave this story hinting at the three of them getting together off screen in the future. That’s the baseline I personally really wanted, and it’s more than I’d have previously dared to hope for.
In terms of what could happen on screen: Do I want them all to have a conversation about dating each other and/or kiss and/or be shown in bed together? Yes. Do I think at least one (if not all) of those things are going to happen in the season finale? After episode 3x11, I find myself nearly convinced we’re going to get SOMETHING of the sort. It feels like a thread that needs pulling (or a Chekhov’s gun that needs firing?) after Roy and Keeley’s conversation in Jamie’s room. It’s the next bit of natural and needed evolution for all of them.
Or, as Trent Crimm once said, “You’ve done this over three seasons. . . thousands of imperceptible moments, all leading to their inevitable conclusion.”
But am I counting on that inevitable louder conclusion? Will I be disappointed if it doesn’t happen? Do I think any of that explicit behavior has to happen for this poly relationship to be considered canon and have merit?
Not at all. 
That’s not how I choose to view media. Personally, I never play the unwinnable game of debating the ever-shifting goalposts of what constitutes “good representation.” Relatedly, I think the word “queerbaiting” is almost always misused and probably shouldn’t exist at all. And I’m tired of the lack of nuance in these discussions where people act like fictional queer relationships have to hit a certain level of “canon enough” in order to “count.” Many of those arbitrary goals seem to often be determined by whether or not ~all audiences~ can magically be convinced by the queer relationship’s seeming legitimacy. But queer stories aren’t made for the people who are oblivious to them at best or looking for reasons to disregard them at worst; at the end of the day, they’re made for queer people, as well as for anyone who has media literacy and an open mind.
If you ask me, RoyKeeleyJamie is already “canon.” Anything else we get now is just a bonus. And ultimately–after everything I outlined above–I am very aware of how unique this particular situation is, and how more explicitly going “all the way” with any queer dynamic (let alone polyamory) is still never a simple or easy task for creators to accomplish. Even in 2023.
However.
IF they do it?
If everyone involved in both creating this show and approving it (which is very key) had the sheer courage to go all the way with this storyline, in a way that most mainstream audiences won’t be able to ignore or deny without sounding stupid?
Well.
Then they’d better get a great deal of overdue praise and acknowledgement. And I will be loudly losing what’s left of my mind in the best possible way.
(I had to write this now just in case I’m incoherent after the finale.)
Either way: I am FLOORED by what we’ve gotten up to this point! I’m thrilled! I’m having a great fucking time!
And I’m very, very grateful to the team that’s put together such a beautiful triangular love story for our enjoyment.
It truly feels like it’s one of a kind.
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I posted this on Medium as well here :)
(so I can pull the lunatic move of tweeting it @ the writers with a more legitimate link)
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And So She Danced With Death Chapter 2
Dark!Neteyam x Na'vi!Reader fic
👉Chapter 1
👉Chapter 3
Disclaimer!: All canon characters in ATWOW that appear in ASSDWD are all aged up by 5 years.
Synopsis: You try to make sense of this ‘new Neteyam’. Where did he get all of this hatred from? Could he really have been so easily swayed to change sides or was there something deeper? All you know if you have to get him to realize his true self, so you set out on a solo mission to bring him back yourself. 
WARNINGS: angst, SOO much angst, mentions of death, near death experience, choking, evil! Neteyam, dom!Neteyam, soft!Neteyam, fluff, suggestive language, shit gets horny toward the end (not really fluff and not really smut), mentions of being tazed
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Thousands of thoughts raced through your mind as you silently road with Jake on his ikran, eyes void of emotion, disassociating from the reality you now lived. You began to break down major notes in your head.
Fact 1. Neteyam was alive
Fact 2. Neteyam and the enemy were now twin flames. One in the same
But it was the 3rd note…the final fact that truly made your skin boil. 
Fact 3. Neteyam was conscious of his actions. 
He was prepared to take your life in an instant, fueled by such a deep rooted anger you didn’t know he had. Was this the RDA toying with his mind? Or was it a final nail in the coffin that finally released a suppressed monster he had been secretly harboring. But how could that be? You were his mate, you knew him in and out. Memories of forming tsaheylu with Neteyam whenever he was too stressed or felt overly burdened pushed their way to the foreground of your mind. Neteyam was always his biggest critic when it came to performing his duties, desperately fighting to escape the shadow of Toruk Makto, “It is too much Y/N, what am I not doing right?” He’d sigh, hiding his face in the crevice of your neck, holding your body close to him. You’d simply pepper the top of his head and face with soft kisses and rub small circles on his back, “you are perfect ma’yawne…come, let me help you”. You’d help take the pain away, supported him in every way you could, what reason would he have to resent you or any of his family for that matter? “They did what none of you could. They saved me” the words were burned into your psyche. Your heart pinched as your bottom lip slightly began to quiver. You quickly pushed the thought away to the best of your ability, you were done crying. Jake felt you shift slightly in his grasp, and sighed feeling helpless to find any words of comfort that would truly serve their purpose.
You continued to fly silently until a glimpse of torch lights bordered the edge of the shoreline, a hide-away masked by the large tropical trees. “We’re here kiddo” Jake spoke softly, giving your knee two light taps before descending to land on the ground. Jake jumped off the ikran first, helping you down afterward. Like clockwork the rest of the Sullys found the two of you and eagerly approached, thankful for your safe arrival. Tuk excitedly hugged your waist “Y/N! You’re okay!” She beamed. Her bright innocence always seemed to put a smile on your face. You smoothed your hand across her head bending  down to place a peck ok her forehead, causing her to giggle before turning her attention to her father, who was now separating from his own embrace with his mate. Neytiri switched places with Tuk, “if you ever do anything like that again I shall skin you myself”
She half joked-half threatened before wrapping her arms around you in a tight embrace. After a moment you feel Neytiri give a sharp inhale, before abruptly pulling away, hands placed firmly on your shoulders “My child why do you smell like that?” She whispered, eyes wide as she studied your features, eyes falling to your deeply bruised neck. Your eyes falling to your feet in response, Neytiri’s quickly moving to meet eyes with Jake quizzically. Of course you would smell like Neteyam. It wasn’t uncommon for mates to rub their scents off on each other, even after his death his scent still lingered on your body. It was your one comfort. However this was different, more intense, more present and Neytiri knew this.  Jake quickly cleared his throat “dismissed, get to bed now” he gestured to his kids attempting to shoo them off. Tuk sulked yet took Kiri’s hand acknowledging the exhaustion the day had brought and walked off. Lo’ak of course was the one exception. Since the passing of his brother, Lo’ak had matured in many ways, responding to orders with more urgency, but at times his resilience was as strong as ever. “Wait- dad what happened out there?” , “Lo’ak please just go with your siblings” you pleaded with him weakly, voice hoarse from crying and the remnant pain of nearly being strangled to death.  Lo’ak’s brows knit together, but his eyes showed understanding as he nodded and made his way back to their make-shift camp. 
With the younger Sullys out of ear reach, Jake sighed taking Neytiri’s hand in his own. “What is it ma’Jake? Out with it” she snapped at him eyeing you once more as a light breeze wafted the familiar scent in her directions. “Ok ok… what I’m about to tell you is not easy, but I need you to trust me alright?”. With a heavy breath Jake began to explain the events of their fight. From a distance the three Sully kids watched hidden, confused as their mother collapsed into Jake’s arms, aggressive sobs ripping from her chest. You couldn’t help, but let a few tears fall yourself, watching your mother-in-law so distraught. You fell to your own knees hugging Neytiri from the side. She pulled away from you with haste, scanning your neck as the smell hit her senses once more, “he… he did this?” She croaked. You bit your lip in response desperate to stop the faucet behind your eyes as you simply nodded. Neytiri let out a final pained sob as she forced herself up, pacing back and forth before finally stopping, “No” she stated abruptly “whatever this is, this DEMON is not my son, he cannot be”. “Neytiri please” Jake pleaded trying to reason with his wife, “Mother I know it sounds impossible-“ you started only to get immediately interrupted “it is impossible, my son is dead!” She croaked. With a sharp breath you grabbed Neytiri by the shoulders spinning her toward you, “I saw him, with my own eyes” you huffed grabbing her hand and placing it against collarbone at the base of your neck, “I felt him, I felt his pulse. This smell is Neteyam, you know it is!” Neytiri squirmed away slightly, still in disbelief. “He lives, mother. Through whatever odd magic or tools the sky people possess, Eywa has granted him a second chance!” You preached, eager for your words to reach Neytiri’s ears. “You believe that this thing, my son, YOUR mate, did this to you?” she hissed, frantically gesturing to your bruised neck. You looked away shortly still trying to wrap the idea around your own brain. He was changed yes, but there was no denying at this point that your mate had risen from the dead. Jake stepped between the two of you, moving to a somewhat protective stance in front of you, “Look, I know this is confusing. Nothing about this situation smells right, but our son is back… he’s just been corrupted” he huffs trying to breath sense into his mate, “I don’t know about you, but if there is any chance in getting our son back, I will not hesitate to take it”. Neytiri broke the gaze she held with her husband and backed away, mind racing incredibly. “Do not tell the children” she ordered, “not until we know more about this demon” she gave you an endearing look before retreating from the conversation and back to their ‘hut’. 
Jake turned to you, placing a light hand behind your back to your shoulder farthest from him, “come on let’s go get some rest” he suggested, leading you same in the direction Neytiri went.
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Your eyelids twitched as warm bright light broke through the trees, landing directly on your face. Slowly opening your eyes you shielded your face with your arm, letting out a tired groan. Slowly rubbing your eyes you used your other hand to push yourself into a sitting position. Pausing you noticed your fingers brush against something smooth. Puzzled you looked over to your side only to be snapped out of your tired state with the site of your mate sleeping peacefully next to you. His chest unscarred, slowly rising and falling with his gentle breathing. You shifted your weight to get a closer look at him, your breath caught in your throat, unable to make a sound. Quickly you glance around the make-shift leaf hut looking for the rest of the Sullys, only to find that you were back at home tree. The same hut you lived in before the sky people returned and the Omaticaya were forced to flee to high-camp. You blinked bringing your attention back to the unconscious Neteyam, you hesitantly reached out, lightly tracing his  features with your fingers. You first dragged the digits across the tight muscles along his arm. Than to his strong jaw. Across his cheek. Then finally down to his lips, your index slightly tugging the soft muscle down to create a part in his lips. Immersed in your own thoughts, you fail to notice how Neteyam’s eyes slowly flutter open at the innocent intrusion until his lips curl into a soft smile, taking you aback. “Hi” he hums gently taking your hand, that still rested on his face and placing it against his cheek. “Hi…” you whisper, barely able to manage the word. Neteyam continues to smile up at you, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb, leaning ever so slightly into your touch, never breaking eye contact. You sniffle as you feel your eyes start to water once again. Not only a couple hours ago, this same man had you within inches of your life, yet now… you couldn’t quite place it, and it only worked to further frustrate you more. As the tears streamed down your face, Neteyam’s brow pinched as he swiftly, yet carefully sat up, taking your face into his strong hands “What is it yawne? What troubles you?” He asked, trying to keep his composure, but clearly failing at the sight of your stricken state. You merely shake your head. This was too good to be true and as you attempt to catch your breath, you place your hand over the nonexistent scar on his chest that would’ve displayed the fatal entry point of the bullet. Finally meeting his gaze again you take in shaky breath, “I am just glad the great mother has given you to me” you whimper, choking back further tears. Neteyam sighed studying your facial features before he shifts to pull you onto his lap, a leg on either side of his hips causing you to straddle him earning a surprised gasp on your end. 
Softly petting the dips of your hips with his thumbs, he placed his forehead against your with a heavy sigh, “hush now yawne, I am here”, “shh shh shh, please no more tears” he coos, his hands smooth over your hips down to your legs, then up your spine. You slowly gain control of your breathing, tears starting to finally dry as you begin to lean into his touches. Neteyam slowly pulls away, lifting your chin with his forefinger to meet his gaze, “I need you to do me a favor ma’muntxa” he starts, searching your features as you slowly nod. “Words, Y/N” he smiles, your name dripping off his tongue like a song. “Yes ma’Teyam?” You ask, hanging off of his every word. “I need you to wake up for me yanwtu” he requests, his smile never fading. Of course this was a dream. Your currently reality was too cruel to be this sweet. To be this perfect… “please…just- let me stay here a little longer with you Nete..” you beg softly, nuzzling into his touch. “I wish you could, love… but I need you” he takes your face into his hands once more staring longingly into your eyes, “I need you to save me Y/N” he softly purrs, swiping your cheek with his thumb as a final tear rolls from your eye. 
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With a gasp you sit up, hand lightly placed over your pounding heart. “Y/N?” You hear the call, snapping your head in the direction of the voice. It was Kiri, the only one left in the make-shift hut. You sigh catching your breath, “I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t wake you”. Kiri cocked her head at you quizzically, “wake me? Sister it is already noon” she infers. Your ears perk at this, “what??” eagerly getting to your feet you making your way past Kiri and out of the hut, “mom and dad thought it best to let you sleep- ok you’re gone now” she huffed with a roll of her eyes, turning back to the weaving she had been occupying herself with. 
With long strides, your feet carry you to the sound of frantic voices. After a bit of tailing, you find the adults of the clan centered around a fire pit including Jake and Neytiri as Tonowari explained their possible plans for retaliation against the sky people, Ronal sat next to him, her inquisitive eyes studying each of the na’vi in front of her. You soon could peace together the specific members of this meeting were warriors, the clans remaining strongest soldiers. They were devising a plan to hit back against the sky people. You tried to make sense of all the commotion as you inched forward. Before you could get too close to the chaos a hand grabbed onto your wrist tightly forcing you to look behind you to who the limb belonged to. It was Lo’ak, behind him were Tsireya, and Tuk looking anxiously, “Y/N I know what happened last night” his words took you aback. Lo’ak continued to spew information that sounded like nonsense in your exhausted state, shaking your head to clear your racing mind, “Lo’ak-Lo’ak” you call to him, placing your hands on his shoulders to bring him to your level of calm, “What are you talking about?” . Lo’ak groaned pulling you away from the group of warriors, more precisely their parents, “Look, I know Neteyam is alive. The RDA has a camp set up bout 4 klicks north of here- we saw him Y/N!”. Your eyes widened pulling Lo’ak further away from the group behind you, to a secluded bunch of trees, “What do you mean you saw him? Lo’ak please tell me you didn’t  you didn’t do what I think you did” you asked sternly, eyes narrowing on him now. “It’s true Y/N! It’s really Neteyam!” Tuk cheered in a whisper. Your heart clenched watching her fill with excitement, you then turned to glare at her brother who defensively put his hand up, “C’mon you know how she is! If I left her she would talk” Lo’ak stated, eagerly trying to defend himself, “if she is so hellbent on following you, then you stay out of danger! Not lead her straight to it” you scold him before kneeling down gesturing for Tuk to come closer, taking her small hands in yours, “Tuk I know he looks like your brother, but he is changed” Tuk only gave a confused look at this, “he is not himself right now Tuk, we will try to get him back… we just don’t know how” you admitted, watching as her head tilted side to side thinking for a solution, “what if we just bring him back ourselves? I’m sure he misses us” you offer Tuk a weak smile at her response, but softly shake your head, “Tuk he is too dangerous right now” you sigh, raising a hand to rest atop her delicate head, “Please promise me you will not try to see him again” you pleaded both to her and Lo’ak. The two Sully siblings glanced at each other before nodding to you, “ok…” Tuk sighed in defeat. “Lo’ak?” You looked to him waiting for an answer, “yes ma’am” he said, meeting your gaze before looking off to the side. You then turn to look at Tsireya, “please make sure they heed this warning” you say, knowing that you are most likely instructing her with an impossible task. But for their safety, she would try. 
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As nightfall came you knew what you had to do. Refusing to sit around and wait for the leaders of the clan to make their move, you were preparing your own. If the dream you had was any clear indication, it had to be you who saved your mate. No one else. Waiting for your family to drift asleep you slowly made your way outside the hut, equipped with a crossbow and your hunting knife sheathed across your chest. You made your way into the night, along the lush foliage of the forest, feeling right at home with your surroundings. You headed in the direction Lo’ak had mentioned earlier, deciding to travel through the trees as a more efficient way of travel. The way your body naturally adapted to the environment made you long for the days when you would race Neteyam through the tree tops. 
The thrill of the adrenaline was always a good distraction for him from his daily duties of preparing to take on the role of Olo’eyktan some day. Neteyam and you had always been close, often being put in the same training groups due to your closeness in age, even being within his group upon iknimaya, performing the tasks alongside each other. You celebrated together, shared everything together. He somehow always managed to be an open book around you. Sharing all of his insecurities. It was just so easy with you. You were mighty, yet so patient. Years later when Neteyam broke the news to you that his family was leaving the Omaticaya, you finally shared your true feelings, begging to go with him. Yet he refused, knowing the danger it would put you in. “I promise I will come back for you when all of this is over” he hummed leaning his forehead against yours, as you cradled his face in your hands. But months went by and you grew restless, the thought of him moving on was too much to bear. And on a similar night to this, you mounted your ikran and flew off without a destination. Memories of reuniting with Neteyam, your first kiss, finally mating soon after, feeling the longing of being away from him for so long flooded your mind, almost making you slip from a branch as you jumped across trees. You crouched down on the branch taking your head in your hands. Thinking of Neteyam like this, this  new Neteyam, it made your insides twist. This wasn’t him. You HAD to get him back. Before you knew it you could see the fluorescence of manufactured lights through the trees, you’d made it to the RDA camp. The camp itself wasn’t very big, most of its occupants being soldiers and recoms. Perhaps a small handful of scientists, but only enough necessary for survival. There were several large tents set up, and with such a small perimeter it would be easy to find where Neteyam was, however it made it all the more easier to be spotted. Less places to hide. You made your way swiftly across the trees toward the back of the tents, dropping from the protection from the trees and into the deep foliage. Immediately surveying the closest soldier standing guard, you waiting for his back to turn before yanking him into the bushes, putting him into a headlock until his breathing slowed and stopped. 
The wire fence to get into the compound was tall, which had you gritting your teeth as you pondered your next move. You turned your attention to one of the large fluorescent lights placed toward the front corner of the base. Raising your cross bow up, you aimed for the thickest cord protruding from the base of the light before firing. Sparks flew from the light before it died, rendering almost half the camp in darkness. As sky people began to make their way over to investigate, you took the opportunity to move carefully through the foliage and further behind the camp. The fence was most likely electric, you had to find a way to get in. As your mind determined climbing up the nearest tree was your best option, two large hands captured you, one over your mouth and the other holding your wrists behind your back. “You think I wouldn’t smell you mate?” You heard the familiar growl. Shit. You struggled against Neteyam’s grasp as he pulled you deeper into the forest behind you. With a quick swing you found your front pressed roughly into the trunk of a tree, your tail thrashing wildly behind you begging to be free. You growled under your breath as your tail betrayed your confident resolve. Removing his hand from your mouth Neteyam grasped your raging tail tightly halting its movements, the pain coaxing a strained groan from you. 
“Hmm I have missed hearing your little noises” he chuckled darkly against your ear, his hot breath sending shivers up your spine, your ears to lay flat against your head at the feeling. “Fuck you” you seethed which only earned another rough tug at your tail, “you would like that wouldn’t you?” . You rolled your eyes fighting against his grip, until your body stiffened feeling Neteyam’s head dip into the crook of your neck, taking a long inhale full of your scent holding it in his nostrils before releasing with an unsteady exhale. “I’ve been smelling you all over me since our… encounter yesterday” he mused, the sound deep in his throat resembling a distant purr “no matter how many times I have tried to wash it off today… still it persists” Neteyam’s grip on your wrists tightening, making you yelp slightly in response. “It pisses me off” he snarls into your neck, pressing his body against your backside. “Neteyam this isn’t you” you assert in attempts to get enough to him, trying to find his gaze from over your shoulder, which proved to be more of a task, with his own head locked against your neck. “Oh you think so do you?” His voice dropped, as anger began to trickle into the forefront, his eyes finally finding yours with a dark and heavy glare, “you think you know me so well mate?” Neteyam growled, emphasizing a sarcastic tone around the word ‘mate’. “I know so, this is not the Neteyam I grew up with, not the one I grew to love” you hiss back at him, “And what if you never truly knew me? Hm? What if the you only fell for the idea of me?” Neteyam’s nose scrunched at the thought, “the perfect warrior, son of Toruk Makto, the future Olo’eyktan. Are you sure those weren’t what really attracted you to me?”. Your chest tightened at his assumption, hurt playing clear in your face, “Ma’Teyam…how can you say that?” You scoffed defiantly. “Isn’t that the most obvious explanation? You are so cruel Y/N” Neteyam groaned in annoyance blinking rapidly. Pressing his body more firmly against yours, his hips thrusting against your lower back as Neteyam  wines your tail once tightly around his forearm before letting his hand smooth over the skin your thigh, adding light pressure as his nails drag across the surface. “You have used me for your own sick game, and now I’m trapped… longing to be close to you.” His hand slowly drifted to your center, fingers running along the hem of your loincloth “In you..” he breathed into your ear nearly a whisper, running his nose along your jawline. Your breath is caught in your throat at his bluntness as his fingers push past the hem of your undergarment and begin to decent downward. Panic filled your head as his hand lowered. This was bad, you couldn’t let yourself get distracted, not like this. He still wasn’t your Teyam. As much as your body craved his touch you had to act fast. Your job was not done. Just as his hand is about to cup your most intimate parts, you reel your head back making contact with his skull.
Taken aback, Neteyam releases you stumbling, groaning in agony as he grips the bridge of his nose staring daggers into your form. Readying yourself for battle, you draw your hunters knife, holding it in front of you in a defensive stance. Neteyam shook his head wiping the blood pooling from his nostril with the back of his arm, “Too bad, would have been nice to put you in your place” he growled, tail flicking behind him sharply. You hiss in response lunging at Neteyam, moving to send swipe of your blade toward him, which he dodged effortlessly. As you stabilize yourself, Neteyam goes in to send a punch square in your face, but you are too quick ducking under his movement before swiftly knocking into his gut with the hilt of your knife, knocking the air out of him. Taking advantage of his fatigued state you knock his legs out from around him, sending him to the ground. You hastily climb ontop of him, pinning him to the ground with your knee against the back of his neck, forcing his face into ground, and grasping the base his kuru to ensure he wouldn’t make any moves. “Fuck.. you” he groaned against the dirt. You let out a breathy chuckle “you would like that wouldn’t you?”. Before you could prepare your next move, a sudden sharp shock hit your back, causing you to fall to the ground, your body spasming uncontrollably. “We got her! Bring her inside!” a disembodied voice behind you calls. You see Neteyam next to you chuckle as he lifts himself off the ground, taking out orange hand bindings from a pouch on his waist, slapping it on your wrists. “Nice try Y/N”. 
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I apologize for this chapter being so long, but I hope you enjoyed it!
also seperate note, this chapter was hella fueld by the song, Blue by Kali Uchis the vibes just be vibing
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its-all-or-nothing94 · 8 months
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Formual 1 / MotoGP Fusion - Part 3
Summary: You are the first female MotoGP rider ever. You race for KTM Factory Racing, leaving Jack Miller your teammate, and one of your main sponsors is Red Bull. You grew up with most of the riders but your best friend is the multiple MotoGP Champion Marc Marquez. After your horrific crash the year before, you are ready to start the new season and probably a new love?
Pre-Story - Part 1 - Part 2
A/N: And we're going off to MIAMI!
Ship: Not telling yet (Marc Marquez, Carlos Sainz or Charles Leclerc)
Warnings: none
Taglist: @laneyspaulding19
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yourusername22 and f1 Barcelona, Spain
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yourusername22 Thank you so much @f1 and @fia.official for the invitation! @redbullmotorsports is making me take @marcmarquez93 with me 🤨😋
marcmarquez93 9 hours trapped in a tiny space with you… If I don’t make it, she killed me #lionsden yourusername22 Maybe I’ll kill you before we even board the plane 😘 fabioquartararo20 😂😂
redbullmotorsports And we would do it again!
motogp Looking forward on seeing you both back HEALTHY! yourusername22 😁
f1 Happy to have you both 😍
carlossainz55 Can’t wait to see you goofs! 😍
charles_leclerc 👀 sandiekramer98 Okay, what’s up with the freaking eyes @charles_leclerc? 👀👀👀👀 yourusername22 @charles_leclerc 👀 rumalkana I’m done! 👀 #racingship
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🌟 MotoGP Champ Marc Marquez and BFF 🏍️ Set to Conquer F1 Miami GP as Red Bull Motorsports' VIP Guests! ☑️
🏁 The dynamic duo gears up for an exhilarating encounter with Red Bull Racing and the racing elite! 😎
Revving up the excitement, MotoGP champion Marc Marquez and his longtime best friend, the fearless female MotoGP rider Y/N Y/L/N, are revving their engines to experience the thrill of the F1 Miami Grand Prix as VIP guests, all thanks to their sponsor Red Bull Motorsports! 🥳👏🏼
The news sent shockwaves through the racing community, leaving fans ecstatic about the prospect of witnessing these two adrenaline enthusiasts rubbing shoulders with the high-speed world of Formula 1. 🌪️
With their close ties to Red Bull Motorsports, it's no surprise that Marquez and Y/L/N received the exclusive invitation. This dynamic duo, known for their fearless exploits on two wheels, will now have the chance to mingle with the crème de la crème of motorsports, including the renowned Red Bull Racing team. 🏎️🌍
As anticipation builds, fans are eagerly envisioning the electrifying atmosphere that will surround Marquez and his fearless companion as they soak in the sights and sounds of the F1 Miami GP. It's a dream come true for these speed demons, offering a unique opportunity to witness the racing world from a different perspective. 💫🏆
Red Bull Motorsports has always been synonymous with extreme sports and pushing boundaries, and this exclusive invitation is a testament to their unwavering support for Marquez and Y/L/N. The pair will undoubtedly make the most of this incredible experience, creating memories that will last a lifetime. 🤩💪
As the countdown begins for the highly anticipated F1 Miami GP, fans and racing enthusiasts alike are eagerly awaiting updates and behind-the-scenes glimpses shared by Marquez and his fearless companion. This is a thrilling moment that will undoubtedly solidify their place in the annals of motorsports history. 📸🎉
Get ready for a collision of epic proportions as the MotoGP champion and his daring BFF rev their engines alongside the elite of the racing world at the F1 Miami GP. Buckle up, folks, for a weekend filled with heart-pounding action and unforgettable moments! 🏍️🔥🏁
Disclaimer: The events and interactions described in this article are based on information provided and should be treated as accurate until confirmed otherwise. 📢
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yourusername22 ☑️ Miami
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yourusername22 Welcome to Miami #MiamiGP
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motogp 😍
marcmarquez93 ❤️🙌🏼 yourusername22 😘
carlossainz55 Be there in a minute 😉 Got a surprise! yourusername22 Yay! 🥳🥳 leclerclover Wanna bet it’s Charles??? #LeclercForTheWin
santanagomez99 I’m gonna scream! 😱😱😱
f1 Welcome to Miami! 😍
annie863 You are GORGEOUS! 😍😍😍
karen105 Do you really need to get involved with a F1 driver?
teammarc Please, please, PLEASE love Marc!! yourusername22 Oh, I DO love Marc 😂 alexmarquez73 But she loves me more 🤟🏼 marcmarquez93 You wish, bro!
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“We are assholes,” you said very bluntly as you entered his at-home studio. His head popped up from the stacked pages that held the possible lyrics for his next album. His eyebrows were knit together and his lips slightly parted. He wore big, framed glasses that made him irresistible. The optometrist had ordered them for him after you had shared that he held his phone too close to his face when reading texts.
“Christ, wha’ did we do?” He asked, clueless as to why you were making a big fuss. You had been going through so many changes not only physically, but emotionally too. You just prayed and thanked God that Harry was known for his never-ending patience.
“We haven’t told anyone” You through your body on the same couch that he was sitting just a few inches away from him. “At least not anyone close to us” You added, blocking, and throwing your phone on the cushion beside you. It was cold in the basement, so you threw on the first blanket you saw.
“S’not true. We told our parents” He scratched the beard that he had been growing since the tour had ended. “It’s too early anyway” He dropped the pencil and sat back. He was now clearly invested and entertained by the conversation.
“It’s been four months” You giggled at his awful sense of time. “We are almost halfway there”
“I think we should pull a whole Kardashian situation” He shrugged, as he shifted his body towards you and grabbed your ankle from under the blankets. Harry referred to how all the members of the Kardashian clan always hid their pregnancies until the child had been born.
“All of their friends always know that they're pregnant” You laughed as he ticked your foot after taking off the dinosaur-themed sock. You grabbed a pillow and chucked it at him but missed.
“I am trying to be a nice husband and give you a foot massage and not only you are insulting me but throwing pillows at me!” He gasped with a big smile threatening to give him away.
“Sorry. I love you” You smiled, nudging him gently with your foot, so he would continue.
“You are lucky that you are cute and that you are pregnant with my baby” he mumbled kissing the inside of your ankle before starting to massage the bottom of your foot. “I want to keep you both save and once it’s out there; I can't do much”.
You had been pregnant before. It had been before Love on Tour began. Unfortunately, you had lost the baby. The emotional pain had been unmeasurable. You cried every day and Harry isolated himself from the world. None of you spoke a word about it those first few weeks. That all ended when both of your mothers turned up at the front door. They dug both of you out of depression and pushed you to keep going.
“Just think how Jeff, James, Mitch, and Sarah are going to feel when they find out that we kept them in the dark because we didn’t trust them enough” You argued, “our friends deserve to know”.
“I guess you are right,” Harry said after a few minutes of silence, “But that’s it. We are still not telling the rest of the world until you give birth” it was a compromise and if you had learned something about being in a relationship for so long was to always find the middle ground.
“You got yourself a deal” You winked as he moved to the other foot. “We also must choose names” Harry groaned and threw his head back. “Just for a few minutes”. You had decided not to find out the sex of the baby until the birth which meant you needed at least two names. It always ended with both of you being over saturated and hating every single name in the books. It drove Harry nuts, but he also didn’t want to produce a weird name that made him stand out more. Neither of you wanted to give him an incredibly unique name. He or she was already going to have enough of being Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N daughter or son… CONTINUED ON PATREON
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well, i see that your blog is cock friendly, and even tho its a jikook blog, there is something that i think we should adress (i'm not saying that this could be a reason for jk's crush, im not saying it could not), but...
Namjoon's cock!!!!! I suare, if everything in that body is proporcional, you know, i mean YOU KNOW he is fucking big!
Oh anon I really wish you hadn't gone there.
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Now we must talk about JK and his anti Minimoni agenda. We now need to delve into this and get to the root of the issue. We must!
Jimin's hand on RM's lap.
JK: 👀
Love it. Okay let's take a look at some photos, shall we? Jimin's type.
Oh wait, before we proceed, JK's crush on RM i have never thought of it as an actual true crush. I think its played of as such for laughs. But I think JK just really admired him for his talents and what not and I don't think JK is attracted to RM in the slightest. Not even a little bit. Imo.
Now back to Jimin's type. 😁
Number 1) Wonho
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Number 2) Black interviewer
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Number 3) Usher
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Number 4) JB who is basically JK's doppelganger in some of his photos 😅
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Number 5) Gonna casually drop Tony
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And last but not least Number 6) The main topic:
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Jimin has a type. Okay? He likes them muscles and them thick men and them hot men and them arms and chests...and thighs... anyway, Mimi has a type. And while none of the men above hold a candle to his actual boyfriend, you can see the similarities.
Jungtiddies. Check
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Thighs. Check
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Arms. Check
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The whole damn body. Check
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Where I'm I going with this you ask? In short what I'm trying to say is, RM is Jimin's type. My friends and I disected this the other day and concluded the JK Minimoni thing probably has something to do with the fact that RM is Jimin's type to a T. JK looks at RM and sees himself. And then add the fact that RM is a genius and JK's insecurity goes through the roof!
(And like anon mentioned, JK has that Jungkonda, yes but on this post I also share what RM is working with so.... like I said. JK & RM, same thing basically 😂)
See, yeah, JK comes between Yoonmin and hates that Suga thirsts over his man. But, he is not threatened by short, skinny legged, with an ass almost as big as Jimin's, Min Yoongi. He knows Jimin will never see Suga that way. So he can dislike how Suga behaves with Jimin, but sometimes he even ignores it and doesn't look bothered at all. But when it comes to Minimoni he just has to insert himself. For eg, I saw something today.
Look at Jimin's face after JK adds in his 2 cents because of course he did
Minimoni moment, JK is like "not today Satan" He refuses for the audience to associate Jimin with RM and its the funniest shit. I mention here how JK inserted himself when Minimoni were practising the own it dance. Even though he wasn't really supposed to be there.
Disclaimer: The following opinions are my own, I will give them but please feel free to form your own
So listen. I will be the first person to tell people to stop treating the Tannies like characters in a fanfic. And I have mentioned many times that there has never been any in house dating (sans Jikook) That just wouldn't work and BTS wouldn't be together if that was the case. So please, please try not to read too much into the following tiny analysis. It's just something a friend pointed out to me and I couldn't believe it myself. It's short and quick, easy to miss. But it shows just how deep this thing with JK and Minimoni goes.
Okay so In the Soop season 2 episode 3 around 6 minutes in. (Thanks @serendipitous-sky)
Jin tells JK to go wake up either Jimin or V. Of course JK goes to wake up Jimin. Duh!
Sidebar, this isn't the point of my post, I just feel the need to point out that Jikook look at cameras ALOT. The whole time he climbed the stairs on the way to Jimin's room he was staring at that camera
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If you guys remember correctly, Jimin was kind enough to switch rooms with RM the night before. RM couldn't sleep in the main house due to all the noise. So they swapped. But JK forgot this. So off he goes to what he thinks is still Jimin's room (he cheated/helped Jimin to get this room btw, but that's an analysis for another day) Anyway, back to JK looking for cameras.
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If you're looking to mess around with your boyfriend and not get caught its important to find blind spots. So yes, Jikook are always making sure they know exactly where those cameras are. I'm sure y'all get it. 😏😏
Anyway, off he goes into the room and he's surprised to be greeted by RM's snores.
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He forgot this wasn't Jimin's room anymore. But guys, here's my thing. JK is here, right? He has heard and seen that that is RM asleep in that bed, right? So you'd expect him to leave, right?
Wrong!! JK goes further into the room!
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But why 🤭🤭🤭 that's my question. He had already established that was RM in the bed why did he need to go further into the room? What did he need to see? He literally has no reason to confirm it's RM in that bed when he already knows it is. So my guess is that he wanted to confirm RM was in that bed alone.
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Now hear me out, even if Jimin was in that bed lying down fully clothed just shooting the shit with RM, it would not have gone down very well. At all. Shit, would have hit, the fucking fan!
We definitely wouldn't have go10 a season 2 of ITS or anymore BTS for that matter 🤭🤭 I'm just saying, for the sake of a million things, I'm glad RM was in there by himself.
JK as he's leaving says;
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And off he goes to look for Jimin. We already know what happens after this. Nothing, coz we were robbed.
But anyway, conclusion: RM is the only one who actually threatens JK. And no this doesn't mean he doesn't trust Jimin. He knows Jimin would never but it doesn't stop him from wanting to make sure everyone most especially RM, remembers who Jimin 'belongs' to.
The End. Stan Namjikook for clear skin
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Snow Day
Brienne of Tarth x Fem!Princess!Reader
Hello everyone and Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and Blessed Yule to all of you <3 Just as promised, here is the little fluffy Brienne Fic. I hope you guys enjoy it.
Additionally, I now have a Taglist so make sure to fill out the form so I know who to tag where <3
Big thanks to @weemssapphic and some of my other friends for beta reading my story <3
Disclaimer: English is not my first language!
Warnings: None. Just fluff and cutie patootie Brienne <3
Authors Note: Y/N has been left alone in the castle, as her parents went to another kingdom for an assize. Alone? No. They left Ser Brienne of Tarth to look after their daughter. The best Knight in all of the seven kingdoms surely would be able to protect their child if something were to happen. Little do they know that their daughter and Brienne might enjoy their time alone a bit more than anticipated.
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“This is so boring”, you groaned as you slumped onto the cushions that laid in front of the big window in your chambers, looking outside and watching the snowflakes dance their way to the ground. 
Your parents, the King and the Queen, have been gone for a week now, and they won’t return for another. Being alone in a big castle with nothing to do except for reading and simply… existing… wasn’t too thrilling for you. There was, however, a little light at the end of the tunnel. Your parents decided that you shouldn’t be alone whilst they were gone, and therefore left you under the watchful eyes of Brienne of Tarth. 
THE Brienne of Tarth. The strongest knight in all the seven kingdoms and your secret crush. Yes, it's true. You’ve admired her for a long time, and being alone with her was the cherry on top of the cake. One week alone with her and one week still to come, and she still kept a respectful distance, no matter how many times you tried chatting her up. On some occasions, even tripped on purpose so that she would have to catch you, only for her to set you on your feet and immediately take a step back. You loved how respectful and careful she was with you, but you just wanted to be able to cuddle up to her and run your fingers through that short, blonde and so soft-looking hair. You let out a frustrated sigh and leaned your head on the windowsill. 
“I’m sorry you feel that way, my Lady. Perhaps we could go into the library to read?” Brienne offered, pulling you from your thoughts. You jumped slightly and turned to look at her. Since when has she been standing at the entrance to your room? She stood there in her royal Knights tunic, a belt fastened around her waist. You couldn’t get enough of the sight, staring at her without noticing as your cheeks flushed a light pink hue. 
“My Lady?” the blonde tried again, ripping you from your thoughts once more. You let out a sigh. 
“I don’t know… I don’t really feel like reading” You turned your head to the window again, not wanting to make her uncomfortable with your very obvious staring. Watching the snowflakes get less and less, you suddenly had an idea, sitting up quickly, which made Brienne jump a bit at the abruptness of your movement. 
“Let’s go outside!” you suggested, turning your face to look at Brienne again with a wide smile. “Just for a walk!” 
“I don’t know, my Lady…” Brienne was clearly hesitant and whilst you didn’t want to push her, you still wanted to do something else than just read and lounge around. You decided to give her your best puppy eyes. 
“Please? Oh, please Ser!” You flutter your eyelashes and look at her with a pleading expression. The Knight thought for a second, then sighed and nodded. 
“Alright.” She said, and you sprang up in excitement. You walked to your closet, pulled out your winter coat and furs and set them on your bed. Looking up, you saw Brienne still standing there. Was she waiting for you? 
“I can meet you down in the hall so you can get ready too.” You offered, and she waited for a second, thinking and then nodding. 
“I will be awaiting you in the Great Hall, my Lady.” She replied before leaving your room to get ready herself. You quickly threw on your coat and wrapped the furs around your shoulders, attaching them with straps so they wouldn’t fall. You put on your thick winter shoewear, grabbed your gloves and after a last look into the mirror you left your chambers. Just as promised, Brienne was waiting for you in the great hall, clad in her furs and thick boots. She had her sword strapped to her belt again and was holding the grip, resting her hand on it. Brienne looked absolutely stunning, standing there, hand on her sword, clad in her winter coat. You swallowed dryly and felt your cheeks flush as you approached her. Smiling sweetly at her, Brienne nodded and opened the door for you. 
The cold air felt nice as you stepped into the open. Brienne and you walked through the garden towards the little forested area in silence, just enjoying the fresh air. The forest was dark, snow covering every surface. No tree, nor branch, nor leaf was showing. It looked as if you were walking through a magical portal. The only sound you heard was the soft whistling of the wind and your and Brienne’s footsteps in the snow. 
“It’s beautiful, isn't it?” You asked, turning your head to look at Brienne who wore a soft, almost invisible smile, and she hummed in agreement. Her cheeks and nose were pink from the cold, and her eyes sparkled in the cold atmosphere. She looked ethereal. Your ears grew hot with a blush and you decided to look around. You reached an open area, surrounded by trees, and that’s when you had an idea. Bending down, you grabbed some snow, rolling it into a ball and then throwing it at the unexpecting blonde. With a soft ‘thud’ the snowball broke apart against the Knight’s coat, and she looked at you with surprise. You giggled. 
“Let’s have a snowball fight!” You said, already leaning down again to pick up more snow. 
“My Lady, I don't think this is a good idea. Maybe we should go back now. Your cheeks are all red. I wouldn't want you getting sick!” Brienne replied, but you didn’t answer, simply throwing another snowball at her with a teasing smirk. 
“Come on Ser! It’s so nice here and the snow is perfect!” leaning down, you collected some more snow, creating another snowball and throwing it at her. Brienne seemed unsure, you saw it on her face. She wanted to let go and have fun, but she held herself back. 
“I know you want to! Just do it! Promise I won’t be mad if you hit me. IF you manage to hit me.” You tease, hoping that would get her playful spirit up. The smirk on your face widened when you saw Brienne resting a hand on her hip, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. 
“IF?” she asked “I don’t want to brag, but my aim is rather precise,” she said warningly, staring you down, but there was a playful smile tugging at her lips. You got her right where you wanted her. 
“I’ll only believe it if I see it. Until then, I guess you’re just bad at snowball fights!” You teased, taking a step closer, and watched Brienne break her protective wall she built up. All the talking and the time you got to spend together made Brienne want to open up to you. You didn’t know it, but Brienne fell for you, hard. The first time she saw you, she was starstruck. The way your lips curled into a sweet and welcoming smile every time you saw her, the way your eyes sparkled and how animatedly you talked to her about your favourite topics, and she absolutely adored how clumsy you are. This week was difficult for Brienne for she wanted nothing more but to confess her feelings for you. But she didn’t. She was afraid you would reject her, so she kept her distance, but you made it more difficult every single day. 
“I think you’re just a coward,” you test her, playful smile on your face as you throw another snowball at her. Her gaze turned into a competitive smirk, and at that moment you almost regretted teasing her so much. You knew her strength, her poise, her grace. You knew she would have you yield within seconds in a snowball fight, but you stood your ground. Wanting her to let loose and have fun for once. 
“I’ll give you 10 seconds,” she simply said as she leaned down and started collecting snow for a snowball. It took you about 3 seconds to realise what she had just said, then your eyes widened, and you started grabbing snow, running away with a wide smile, a laugh threatening to spill over your lips. The moment you thought you had enough distance from her, you turned around, only to be hit by a snowball with deadly precision. It hit your chest and the snow trickled down your coat into your garments. You shrieked and just threw a snowball blindly, trying to shake the snow out of your coat. When you looked back up, a single laugh left your lips. You had hit Brienne square in the face with the snowball. Trying not to laugh too much, you took shaking breaths. 
“I am so sorry, Ser. Are you okay?”  You took a step forward, then stopped dead in your tracks. Brienne wiped the snow off her face and looked at you with determination, a dangerous smile on her lips. 
“I’ll get you back for that, Princess!” She said as she started charging towards you, snow in her hand. You squeaked and started running away, unable to hold your laughter back any more. You stumbled and tripped over snow, slipping and sliding the more you tried to run.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you repeated over and over again between gasps of air and laughs. You turned around, wanting to see how close Brienne was, when you suddenly slipped and fell over, rolling onto your back with a laugh. Brienne came to an abrupt halt, which caused her to slip, falling onto the soft snowy ground next to you. She had a huge smile plastered on her face and quickly gathered some snow to throw it on you. You squealed again, wriggling around to free yourself of the snow. Brienne started giggling quietly and watched you, cheeks and nose rosy from the cold, the soft wrinkles next to your eyes from laughing and the wide smile plastered on your face. She was madly in love with you. With a swift move, you turn towards her, thinking it to be the best way to get rid of her throwing snow onto you. Rolling around, you suddenly realised that she was much closer than anticipated. You bumped into her chest, coming face to face with the strong blonde, who instinctively wrapped her arms around you. Your laughs came to a halt, just looking up at her with a smile, admiring her face. Brienne blushed darkly, she wanted to separate again, give you space, but she found herself unable to when you slowly leaned up and pecked the corner of her lips. She closed her eyes, just for a second, taking a shaky breath. 
You did it. Suddenly, the realisation of what you did just hit you as you made eye contact with the Knight. Suddenly, you felt afraid. Before you could pull away and start rambling, the blonde cupped your cheek, pulling you close to plant a soft kiss on your lips, which you reciprocated gladly. She pulled away, stroking your cheek gently, looking into your eyes deeply. You smiled at her and your smile was so wide and happy, Brienne felt her heart burst. All the smiles, all the accidental touches, all the moments where you were so close to her and she pulled away. She now realised that you felt the same all along, and it filled her heart with joy and love. You pecked her lips again quickly, and then a shudder went through you, making Brienne frown. 
“Are you cold?” she asked, sitting up and pulling you up with her. You nodded. 
“Let's go back then. I don’t want you to get sick. Come!” She stood, pulling you up with her, and you held close onto her arm. You couldn’t believe it. She felt the same, she actually felt the same. This was no one-sided love. You were overjoyed. 
The walk back to the castle was quiet. The both of you enjoying each other’s company, basking in the closeness that both of you have longed for so long. Walking into the castle, Brienne and you made your way to the library to warm up in front of the fire. Both of your coats were taken by the maids, taking them back to your chambers to clean them and put them back in the closets. The maids brought some tea for the two of you to warm up whilst you sat in front of the fireplace on the heaps of pillows and furs to warm up. 
You leaned against Brienne as she had her arms wrapped around you, holding you close to her. You turned your head, looking up at her and pressing a kiss to her cheek, making her smile. 
“Brienne?” you asked, nervous about her reaction to you using her first name. The tall blonde blushed. Her name sounded so beautiful coming from you. Like a melody, like a prayer. She hummed in response, urging you to continue. You sat up, taking a deep breath and looking into her eyes. She grew nervous seeing you so anxious.
“May… May I court you… Brienne of Tarth. Properly court you?” You watched her reaction before continuing. Her eyes widened as she watched you, speechless. Was this really happening?
“I- I have found myself a fool for you ever since I laid my eyes on you for the first time. So..- here I ask you. Will you allow me to court you, to cherish you… to love you?” You looked at her, holding your breath in nervous anticipation of her answer. Brienne nodded gently, tears threatening to swell in her eyes. She couldn’t believe her ears. But you were so sincere, you… you really loved her. She sat up, went on one knee and held your hand, looking into your eyes. 
“My Lady… Y/N,” she started, “I will shield your back and give my life for yours if it comes to that. I swear it by the old gods and the new. I am yours, eternally.” You smiled at her, not being able to hold back your tears, as you wrapped your arms around her and kissed her lips. Her arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close to her as she let her emotions flow freely. Not once has she felt this loved and cherished. You pulled away, cupping her cheeks and wiping her tears from under her eyes. 
“My Brienne,” you whispered, sealing the promise with a kiss once more.
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skzhocomments · 3 months
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The Black Iris and The Withered Rose (Mafia Book #2 - Lee Know // Bang Chan) - Story Masterlist (On-going)
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! MUST READ 'THE WHITE LILY' BEFORE READING THIS STORY !
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Mafia Book #2 is divided in two parts:
PART I - THE BLACK IRIS PART II - THE WITHERED ROSE
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Genre: MAFIA AU, angst, romance
Word Count:
Part I - The Black Iris - 33.7k words Part II - The Withered Rose - 31.3k words
Warnings: explicit mature content, mentions of death and other graphic scenes (it's a Mafia...), swearing, blood, anxiety etc.
This is just a story that doesn’t describe SKZ members’ true characters in any way. It’s just a product of my imagination and should be treated as such.
This story is also on Wattpad: click here and AO3: click here
A/N: As any other writer out there, I would appreciate reblogs and your comments on this story. Please let me know if you enjoyed it, and most importantly, have fun!
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Summary
"Chan simply couldn't forgive himself for his stupid actions that brought Emilia's death one year ago, so he did what he knew best: he let his soul die as well, with her, and he focused solely on Stray Kids. He became the most heartless Mafia leader there was, not caring about anything else but building his empire to be able to protect the only people he cared about. He killed, killed, and killed anyone and anything mercilessly, unable to feel even the slightest bit of remorse He would do so with a straight face, for his soul was as vacant as an empty shell. The members knew this all too well, but no matter what they would say or do, it wouldn't matter. The Chan they all knew and loved was too far gone, only a ruthless monster that swore to protect them left in his place. With Chris being so unavailable emotionally, it all fell on Minho to pick up the pieces. After all, he was the next in command when it came to their Mafia."
Important! Disclaimer:
This story will be 18+ where lots of sensitive subjects will be mentioned and/or introduced in some form. None of these will be marked during the story! Should you decide to read, do so at your own discretion, and if something triggers you or makes you uncomfortable in any way, please stop reading immediately.
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Mature content ahead.
18+
© all rights reserved by skzhocomments (Tumblr) / skzho (Tumblr) / storminsidemycore (Wattpad) / storminsidemycore (AO3)
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THE BLACK IRIS
Chapter 1 - Breathe in and jump - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3
Chapter 2 - Time Machine - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3
Chapter 3 - Tight-lipped - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3
Chapter 4 - Dissociation - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3
Chapter 5 - Iris' Apple Tree - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3
Chapter 6 - Revenge - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3
Chapter 7 - The Proposal - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3
Chapter 8 - The bad guy - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3
THE WITHERED ROSE
Chapter 1 - I'm a ruin - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3
Chapter 2 - A chance meeting - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3
Chapter 3 - Pure Morning - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3
Chapter 4 (coming soon)
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astrojulia · 8 months
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DISCLAIMER. These general free readings are made in good faith for entertainment purpose. I may have missed a he/she instead of them in the translation.IF WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT SOULMATE YOU WANT TO READ SOMETHING ABOUT ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP, PLEASE READ THIS PAC
How to pick a pile
The pick a pile order is Pile 1 - Pile 2 - Pile 3. When you have different cards to choose from in pile 1,2,3… look at each of those cards. Wait until someone reminds you of a memory. Perhaps a character’s outfit resembles one of your own. It is this pile that has its message. What if they all remind me of something? Go for the one with the strongest memory, one might look like her earring but another might be the favorite candy you got from your grandma when you vacationed at her house. But what if none reminds me of something? Take a deep breath and wait a little longer, without charging yourself or creating worries. Relax, some will awaken some memory in you, I promise!
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Pile 1 - My Melody
(Four of Pentacles - Ace of Swords - The Watery)
You've already met your soulmate, and it's that person to whom you've had a strong emotional attachment since the first day you met. (There's an additional message here for many in this context: a soulmate is not necessarily someone with whom you have a romantic/sexual relationship). This person is someone you want to protect and share your new ideas with, as well as talk about your achievements and victories. You may also have fights and arguments with them for seemingly 'no reason,' and as a result, you end up getting hurt a lot and sometimes feel resentful about continuing to communicate with this person. However, soon after, they come back to talk again (to be honest, it's reminiscent of a relationship between brothers). So, yes, you've already found your soulmate, and they are a person who is still in your life.
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Pile 2 - Cinnamoroll
(Five of Swords - The Star - The Maze)
You don't know your soulmate, and without a spiritual connection, it will be difficult for you to meet them. Yes, it sounds tragic and hopeless, something you don't want to hear, but for you to meet your soulmate, you need to pray to your god, deity, higher self, or the universe, so that a higher power can help you connect with your soulmate. The path between the two of you is tangled up, as if you really weren't meant to meet. Remember that a soulmate is literally your other half; it is not necessarily the great love of your life. Sometimes, it can be someone like your neighbor. I say this because I know that you came after a love and romance reading, so don't worry, your soulmate is not synonymous with your future spouse. So, I repeat once again, if you want to meet your soulmate, even if they are not your future husband or wife, resort to prayers and spells to seek a hand of spirituality.
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Pile 3 - Hello Kitty
(The Well - Nine of Cups - The Sleep)
Your soulmate is someone you are destined to meet, but it will take you a long time to find them. Until you meet, you will develop many qualities such as humility, kindness, and empathy. You will become a much better person and, most likely, much older than you are today when you finally encounter your soulmate. I might even go so far as to say that you will already have had your first white hair by that time (don't worry, I had my first white hair when I was 20). In short, there are still things you need to do before you can meet your soulmate. It's important to deepen your understanding of yourself, create meaningful connections with others, and nurture your spirituality. Strive to be the best version of yourself, not in the typical inspirational coach talk kind of way, but in a way that you know in your heart that you are being true to your values and aspirations. When you do meet your soulmate, you'll recognize that you are already being your best self.
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celestiaxoxo · 9 months
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hai i thought i’d send in an ask :3
you write for obey me so … Lucifer thoughts? i love him so much and its a bit difficult to req w/o knowing your style and preferences and stuff but thoughts on fangs on lucifer
hcs, a drabble ANYTHING just.. luci w fangs mhmm
—✧𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬!✧—
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HIIII! AND OMG I PERSONALLY LOVE LUCIFER ♥︎ HE’S JUST SO MAGNIFICENT AND HIS LINES ARE JUST SKSNSJSN—BUT HIM WITH FANGS?!>>> I THINK HE WAS SHOWN WITH THEM DURING THE NIGHTBRINGER TRAILER WHICH JUST MAKES IT BETTER!
DISCLAIMER : OBEY ME! Does not belong to me and all rights goes to its rightful owner. (English is not my first language so pardon any grammar or spelling mistakes)
WARNINGS : None!
WORD COUNT : 1.07k
Lucifer’s fangs aren’t something that many notice on the first time meeting him—due to him mostly being in his human form where his demonic features are carefully hidden away from privy eyes. It wasn’t something that he even really minded, having gotten used to the more extravagant aspects of being a demon but it made it easier to shrink them in his human form when trying to appear less threatening when interacting to both humans and demons alike.
His fangs can be easily described elongated, pointed, and prominently visible, adding to his oppressing presence and emphasizing his status as a powerful demon, not that he really needed much support in that aspect at this point. And were usually spotted when he either gave a smirk that showed more teeth that would be considered friendly or the more chilling moments when Lucifer was seething with enough rage to cloud his mind to make bare his teeth threateningly whatever unfortunate fool was unlucky enough to encounter his wrath.
If only the extra intimidating factor could actually help him when dealing with his younger brothers.
However there was a noticeable difference between his fangs when he was in his more human-like form and demon form, it became more obvious once something or someone pushes his buttons enough for him to lose his temper and snap (it could even be compared to a predator getting ready to maul his meal by ripping it apart with his fangs)
That of course doesn’t mean that his fangs completely disappear in his human form, even in his less menacing form it is still blatantly obvious to outsiders that there was something inhuman about him which was supported by the fangs that rested in the upper and lower canine teeth area, extending beyond the normal length of average human teeth.
Once the exchange program started being put into action and the less than pleasant disagreement happened with his brother he had noticed that with the increasing frequency of incidents that revolved around the second human exchange student that seemed determined to put their life in danger, he had gotten around to shifting into his demonic more frequently and it was left to question if he noticed the odd fascination that they had with a particular feature of his.
When the second exchange student was first brought into Devildom they were too panicked to take notice of any mistake that may have been important and instead focused on figuring out how they had landed on hell out of all places—so it shouldn’t be a surprise that they had forgotten most faces that were introduced in five minutes. Of course that changed overtime when they were relocated to their new home.
Then the TSL competition incident happened and it was the first time they saw Lucifer in another light.
When the tables had quickly turned against them and were forced to come face to face with Leviathan who in his blind rage had attacked them, was when they felt true fear settle in their bones as their body tightly locked into place and refused to move like a deer in headlights. Then in the next blink of an eye everything seemed to stop when an oppressing feeling traveled across that seemed to momentarily stop their breathing in place—like shadows spreading wide open, their attention was immediately trapped by the sleek feathers that were spread in front of their eyes. And that day had been when they had first seen Lucifer’s demonic form appear to stop them from dying. Quite the memorable moment.
Once he finally turned to look in their direction was when the human noticed his fangs after he started talking and for some reason they couldn’t drag their eyes away from his lips every time he talked. It was fascinating in a different way his wings were, which was probably why it took three calls of their name for them to finally drag their attention away from Lucifer and to the worried questions that seemed to think that their silence was because they almost ended their subscription with life.
And maybe for the sake of the poor decency that the exchange student still had left it was better for the others to keep thinking that.
But of course that wasn’t the end of it, not anywhere near close. The exchange student couldn’t stop thinking about how Lucifer looked at that moment—especially his fangs. That night they almost forgot the original plan with how in shambles their mind had been after that incident. It was only thanks to Leviathan himself that they had remembered about the TSL soundtrack that they needed to be able to distract Lucifer.
The problem was that well—the only human in the house doubted that they could now have a normal civil conversation without looking like a fool for staring straight at his lips while trying to give him the TSL soundtrack.
Yeah! Nothing could possibly go wrong.
“Come in.” As soon as they heard that they contemplated simply turning around and walking the other way just to avoid making a fool out of themselves but eventually decided against it after they remembered how much they had to do just to get their hands on this soundtrack.
And just on cue their eyes immediately went to were Lucifer’s fangs had previously been only to immediately move their eyes away after they noticed the expectant gaze of the man who they had been ogling at resting on them, clearly waiting for them to spill the reason they were here in the first place.
But it was a little hard to do when they once again were left surprised to notice that even in his more ‘human’ form Lucifer still had a pair of sharp fangs that gave him a more memancing edge, which probably worked wonders when intimidating others.
Or distracting them, like right now. Which was working, it was definitely working. A little too well if the struggle that they were going through while trying to formulate words was anything to go by.
“Soundtracks, am I right?”
“What.”
Ten minutes later the unwilling exchange student slowly closed the door to Lucifer’s office and breathed deeply, now really contemplating if going up the attic was worth it. But still walking up the stairs in a resigned manner having already gone too far to back out now.
But even then there was a specific moment when they were having their conversation that was probably gonna be engraved in their memory for more time than it should be considered healthy.
‘When he smirked—his fangs looked very very good on him.’ They wouldn’t mind being a witness to such sight in the near future again that’s for sure.
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EXTRA NOTE : Thank you for requesting I had a lot of fun writing this hcs even tho it slowly descended to Mc simping for Lucifer at the end! I hope this was to your liking.
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