#look me in the eye and tell me thats not the most important ingredient for being online nowadays

[gingerbreadmonsters]

gahhhh. im sure it doesn't sound like it most of the time, but wow my degree is so cool and fun 🥰🥰

#yes it is painful sometimes and yes it is lots of hard work and frustration #but like....... isnt it so cool to find out why the world became the way it is #how people in the past were like us and also so totally different #through the right lens human history is both the ultimate tragedy of a self-obsessed power hungry cannibalistic species #and also the greatest funniest soap opera of all time #stories upon stories #i will be very honest with u i was kind of scared when i started that i had chosen the wrong degree #what if its not as fun at uni as it was at school - what if its actually way too difficult and i end up hating it #but ykw?? im so glad i chose this #(for those who may not know i am a history student) #idk man i just wish more people knew how cool and funny history is sometimes #plus the sorts of ways this degree encourages u to think are VERY useful (esp nowadays) #'always question everything' is the motto and wow it is very enlightening to live like this #where has this info come from - can i trust them? why are they telling me this? what do they want? is it even true? how do they know this? #does this info fit with what i already know? why? what do other people say abt this? does this imply something about the wider context here #look me in the eye and tell me thats not the most important ingredient for being online nowadays #(except for block and move on. that one is supreme we all know that) #if u are not so into history i would encourage u to have a little look at some of the cool stories that are there i think u will like them #one of the funny (and very gory) ones that i would recommend is the life and especially death of maximilian robespierre #he was alive during the french revolution in the late 1700s and the way he dies is fucking hilarious when u know whats going on #i have actually talked abt this a lot on discord bc i think its funny - much to the annoyance of everyone else in the server lol #another one from that time is napoleon's coup and the removal to saint-cloud #the power struggles of the GMD and CCP in china in the early-mid 20th century are also v interesting if u like that sort of thing #this has all come about bc i was reading an account today of the marriage of alfonso vi of leon and castile and princess zaida of seville #and wow i have a lot of thoughts about it #theres no way to tell if they were really in love or not and if so how much #but idk something about it is very sweet and very sad to me #she the daughter in law of the muslim king of seville and supposedly falls in love with the christian king alfonso - she converts #to christianity so she can marry him but they are only together for a short time - she dies a few years later in 1093 giving birth to their #son sancho alfonsez (who is killed in 1108 at age 15) and she's buried at alfonso's favourite church (technically an abbey but ykwim)

[pablitosgf]

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! — OP81

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! — oscar piastri x fem!reader

𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 ! — in which you and oscar bake some cookies only for it to end up burnt.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ! — none. only fluff!! jk maybe some grammar mistakes and other things, but thats it. i didn't proofread so lmk if you spot other mistakes!

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ! — I LOVE this dancing in the kitchen. its so good! i would say the dancing bit is okay but i love the rest. btw, requests are open! please make sure to check my guidelines for my request rules. ty <3

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓 ! — writing

You were currently wrapped in Oscar’s arms, playing with his light brown hair, his face stuffed in your neck. You both could feel the heartbeats of one another and the warmth the two of you produced with your bodies. Your breathing synced with his, and your arm snaked around his waist.

“Do you wanna do something else?” you asked, Oscar, who was once hidden in your neck now looked up at you. Looking at his moles, he had quite a lot. Every time the both of you cuddled you couldn't help but kiss the moles on his face. A habit you picked up ever since you guys started dating.

He scrunched his eyebrows, “What do you wanna do? I'm up for anything.” many ideas raced in your mind, suddenly you had an idea. It was as if a lightbulb had lit up.

“Maybe we could bake something. Like cookies,” you said, knowing that chocolate chip cookies were your favorite dessert ever. Oscar knew that. Any time you guys went to a bakery your #1 pick was always chocolate chip cookies, they always brought a smile to your face.

Oscar immediately knew your ideas for baking some chocolate chip cookies. “Do we have the ingredients?”

You quickly nodded, you’d stocked the food supplies a couple of days ago. Swiftly, you took one motion to get up and go to the kitchen, Oscar just right behind. Opening the pantry you grabbed some flour, chocolate chips, and other necessities while Oscar turns on some music.

“Okay let's wash our hands!” you exclaimed, making your way to the sink and of course, do as you said. Oscar followed your words and too washed his hands.

“I’ll do the wet ingredients and you do the dry ones,” you said, knowing that if you left him with the more "complex" one it would instantly contort into complete disarray.

You began microwaving the butter and putting sugar in the bowl while waiting. Mixing up the butter and sugar blend you look over at Oscar who just had to measure and put flour in a bowl. You emit a sigh, he already messed up. A faint of flour was in his hair, fluffing it up to hopefully get rid of it.

“Oscar…” you mutter, trying to stifle a laugh. A huge white patch which was obviously flour on his shirt. You tried your best to wipe the patch off, but there it was still there. Looking up at your boyfriend you could see he was pouting. He could tell you were about to laugh.

“Stop… Baby, don't laugh at me!” he whined, and those exact words made you erupt in laughter. His pout soon contorted into a smile. Your boyfriend enjoyed hearing the sound of your laughs, chuckles, and guffaws. Your laugh with the faint music in the background was perfect for him. As if he was in a movie.

“Babe!” he groaned, he too trying to suppress a laugh. You tried to stop laughing and say something.

“You… Look… Aha! I can't.” you manage to say while laughing. At this point, Oscar was frowning and cracking up at the same time. You then looked at the ground which was all a mess, and your jaw dropped.

“Oscar!” you playfully slapped his arm, most of the flour was now on the floor. Rolling your eyes you look up at him, signaling for him to clean it.

Later, you both finished making the cookie dough and were currently waiting for it to be done baking in the oven. The once messy floor was now cleaned up, looking clean and new. Unexpectedly, you and Oscar’s favorite song played. You looked at him and smiled.

“Shall we dance?” he asked, sticking his hand out for you to grab. The song held so much importance to both of you. It was the song that played when you two first met at a café.

“Of course.” you smiled, taking his hand and whirling into his embrace. Your feet moved along with the slow beat of the music, the sound of steps reflecting off your wood floor. The sound of your heartbeat was fast and you couldn't contain the amount of love you had for Oscar. Resting your head on his shoulder, you could only smile. Young and in love, was what many people said to you. And it was true. The growing infatuation you both had for each other was immense, you were each other's rock, soulmate, and love of course.

Oscar twirled and dipped you as you both danced, a smile playing on each other's lips. And with one single twirl, you were enveloped in his arms. The song soon ended with both of you staring at each other. You couldn't help but connect your lips with his.

“I love you,” he whispered with a toothy smile.

“I love you too,” you whispered back and gave him a peck on the cheek. You stood there in love until realization hit you both…

“Oh shit, the cookies!” you both exclaimed, rushing to the oven.

#oscar piastri #pablitosgf #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you #f1 fanfic #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 x female reader #f1 x y/n #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 one shot #oscar x fem!reader #oscar piastri fluff #oscar piastri oneshot

[sithisreadingcorner]

Hi! Hope you're doing great, I would love to join the monthly reading if it's still open 👀

My initial is A, birthdate 26/04/1999 ☁️

My question will be, can i get any message or guidance from the universe regarding my manifestation? Thank you in advance!

Hello A, and welcome! Of course you may! 🥰 Let me see what the universe has to say about this. 👀

three of wands reversed. the gloaming reversed. queen of wands

Okay. Just from what I'm seeing, based on the cards, is that you have been waiting on this manifestation for a long ass time and there is either fuckall happening or it's taking WAYYYY longer than you expected, like literally a snail's pace. And idk if thats the truth or not but it checks out inasmuch as you wouldn't be coming to me if you had manifested that thing already, right?

I wanna say something about manifestation in general, and that's not necessarily what the universe is saying, I just personally want to share that with you. If you asked me what I think of all that "just think about it really hard and it will fall onto your lap" mumbo-jumbo. What I would say, is that... I believe in it! 😳 You would find it hard to imagine if you knew me, but I actually believe that some people can do that. I kinda look at it as like, an inverted evil eye. If evil eye is real (which I do believe) 🧿 there has to be some kind of equal opposite to it that is also real, so... sure. Let's call it manifestation. The thing is, that these people (for whom it works, I mean) then go on and write books and make youtube videos that try to sell you the method that worked for them as something that works for EVERYONE in the world, ALL THE TIME. Oh, it didn't work for you? That's because you didn't believe hard enough. No, HARDER. Oh, you were thinking the wrong thing. Don't listen to Susan, listen to me, Susan is a charlatan and I have the real thing. Etc, etc. And whether their intention with this is good or bad, is another can of worms, but here's the thing.

Manifestation is a kind of spell, and in every spell the most important ingredient is you. And the way you are doing this right now, according to the universe, is not gonna work. I can even tell you what is wrong and how you can fix it. I don't know what Susan and Becky told you, but it seems to me that you are almost... forcing yourself to have as little agency in your manifestation as possible, because if you do something about it, literally anything, that's bad for the success of it. This is categorically wrong and actually the opposite of it is true. You have to act in accordance to your goals, and that is the spice, that little extra-somethin-somethin, that will make the magic happen. 🤌Think about it like this. It's like you are a planet, a celestial body, and you pull objects toward yourself in a lattice of actions and consequences. This always happens, but if you don't move, the paths don't actually change, and everything stays the same.

I pulled a cookie fortune for you, which says "You should think of yourself every once in a while." THATS what im talkin about!

I hope that helps you A, and fingers crossed for your manifestation 🙏💜

september readings (3 of 8)

tips? 💗

#tarot #txt #alleymans tarot #fortune cookie

[arhvste]

MIYA OSAMU - BUN IN THE OVEN

- summary - working alongside your husband brings moments of domesticity outside your home which you reveal is about to become a little bigger - fluff - x f reader

- an - this was based off of this ask an anon sent in earlier today, i’ve posted atsumu fic that links to this one !! thank you for the idea it was nice to write domestic samu :) this is also for @zumisace because i know you love samu and i love u >:)

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“Oi, Samu! Stop flirtin with ya wife right in front’a me and get cookin, I’m starvin!” Atsumu whined as he rested his head against the kitchen prep counter which was currently occupied with countless cooking utensils scattered across the cool metal surface and various ingredients dotted around.

“Yer just jealous I have a gorgeous wife and you don’t” With a smug smile, Osamu wrapped his arm around your waist bringing you in close enough for him to press a quick kiss to your flour dusted cheek.

“Yuck! Not over the food I’m beggin ya!”

You giggled and pulled your husband back in close to you before turning to give a quick smile to his irritated twin.

“Perhaps we should find you a girlfriend Tsumu! I know a few people who I’m sure would be at least willing to go out on a date with you.”

“Yeah, you’d probably have to pay em first!”

You and your husband laughed lightly at the setter’s expense causing him to groan and sit up straight.

“I have plenty of girls linin up for me dont’cha worry bout that!”

Osamu snickered and motioned for his brother to take a tray of freshly prepped onigiri out to the front of the store.

“Yer damn right ya got a line waitin for ya, or more specifically, they’re waitin for ya to bring more food out so get to it.”

Atsumu grumbled but obliged as he slumped off the stool and took the tray with ease out to the front where drooling customers were waiting to pounce on any fresh batch of onigiri they could.

“You’re so mean to him sometimes.” You hummed as you continued to shape the rice into the correct size triangles as Osamu cut seaweed grass into accurate rectangles.

“It’s all outta love darlin.” He offered a warm smile to which you happily returned. “Of course he’s gonna be jealous I have a gorgeous, helpful and amazin wife! Anyone would be jealous.”

You blushed at his words and flicked him lightly leaving small dust prints of flour on his apron. “So gross!” You whined only for him to pull you into his chest and get you to look up at his handsome face.

Despite the fact the Miya brothers were twins, you still couldn’t help but find Osamu significantly more attractive than his older twin. This was even before you’d fallen for the man. There was just something about him that made him more desirable, not intending to offend Atsumu for he definitely wasn’t someone you’d consider unattractive. Perhaps it was his mature and responsible traits or maybe it was his hardworking and determination that drew you in. It didn’t matter either way though. You loved Osamu Miya for everything he was, physical and personal traits all included. He was the man you fell in love with and he was the man who had wanted you to become ‘Mrs Miya’, a title he often liked to refer to you as.

Osamu leaned down and rested his forehead on yours sighing softly. Caressing your cheek with his warm calloused hands, he pulled your face closer to his and pressed a warm and delicate kiss to your lips before securing his hand at the base of your neck while the other found its way around to the small on your back, drawing small circles with his index finger as he tenderly kissed you.

He was always good at catching you in these moments, Osamu never shied away from showing affection towards you whenever you had a second of privacy. The long hours he worked at his restaurants and home office took a toll on your time spent together, only making his levels of clinginess heighten until eventually it would snap and he’d refuse to keep his hands off of you when he’d get to see you again.

When you had suggested helping him in the restaurant he wasn't opposed to the idea at all. He knew he could count on you and that you were more than capable at cooking after being with him for so long. He loved the feel of getting to be domestic with you outside of the warm and loving home the two of you shared.

Finally pulling away, Osamu admired the soft twinkle in your eyes that he always found himself getting lost in.

“God, I’m lucky yer my girl, my favourite, beautiful girl.”

You hummed gently as you wrapped your arms around his small waist.

“Well, I hope you’re ready to potentially let me share the title of your ‘favourite girl’...”

Osamu’s eyebrow quirked in confusion as he muttered a puzzled “huh?” before you pulled one of your arms up to cup his warm cheek.

“I’m pregnant Samu…”

His eyes widened as he searched for any sign of insincerity in your expression. Then again, you weren’t one to pull a joke like this on him in such an atmosphere, you had to be telling the truth.

“Samu?” your voice laced with concern and worry as your husbands mouth stayed shut as he studied your form with soft but shocked eyes.

“Sorry! For real? Like, yer not playin with me are ya?”

“Of course not!”

Osamu felt tears prick in the corners on his eyes and wasted no time grabbing you by the waist and lifting you in the air in pure glee.

“I’m gonna be a dad? Fuck, I love you so so much y/n!” He laughed joyously as you let your own laughter intermix with his own.

Your home was about to become a family home and Osamu couldn’t have been happier. Not only did he marry the woman he loved, but now alongside you, he was going to get to raise a child the two of you had made together. A million different scenarios and questions ran through his mind as he placed you back down and wrapped you in a tight embrace. Would they look more like him or more like you? Were you going to bring your child to work some days or should he take time off. Would his kid be able to tell the difference between him and Atsumu? Would his kid even like onigiri? Oh, who cared? Right now, the most important thing on his mind was how much he loved you and wanted this with you.

Hushed but excited mutters of ‘I love you’ were traded between the two of you as Osamu peppered your face in soft kisses. Absolutely everything was right with the world in that very moment.

“Samu! Yer gotta get out there! Animals I’m tellin ya! Absolute animals out there! It’s like feeding hour at the zoo!”

Well, almost everything was right in the world.

“Comin yer idiot.” Osamu sighed before pulling away from you after you wiped his eyes.

“Thank fuck and- oh! Were ya crying ya little pissbaby?” Atsumu snorted when he saw his brothers slightly reddend eyes.

“Oh please, yer the only pissbaby here with yer stupid corn coloured hair.”

“It’s been toned since highschool actually, Bokkun taught me how to do it so I’d appreciate it if yer acknowledged that.”

“Whatever and besides, ya can call me pissbaby however much ya like but just thought I’d tell ya, I’m the one thats gonna be the dad to a real baby soon so shut yer trap!”

Atsumu’s mouth gaped open as he looked between you and your husband, surprise shown in his expression. You shook your head at the brothers typical bickering and strode over to the two of them grabbing another tray of freshly prepped onigiri to take out to desperate customers.

“I hope we don’t end up with twins.” You muttered as both boys snickered following out behind you as Atsumu bragged back to Osamu that his kid was gonna like ‘Uncle Atsumu’ more than his own father to which Osamu childishly quarreled back.

Nevermind a child, these two were enough for you to handle for now, but you just couldn't wait for your own angel to enter the world and had no worry in the world as you knew they’d have the best dad in the world and a semi-decent uncle.

general taglist → @atsumuwoah @bloody-bella @bbymilkbread @miracleboy420 @doggonudez @atsunakaashi @peteunderoos @tsukishimagizzard @saturnfarie @toffees-main @zumisace @boosyboo9206

#osamu miya #osamu x reader #osamu x you #osamu fic #osamu scenario #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #hq x reader #hq

[liums]

Jade SSR Halloween ( Scary Outfit ) Personal Story - Could you teach me?

Could you teach me?

Jade Leech SSR haloween card “Scary Outfit” personal story- Could you teach me?

As I was translacting I was also reading the story for the first time, so any comment I wrote, i wrote them without knowing what would happen next.

Part 1

-Classroom-

Ruggie- Reached the bill..

Kalim- I’ll ask Jade, somehow it should be possible!

Jade- Kalim, this is a rule. No exeptions are allowed.

Silver- *sleeps*

Floyd- I’m tired of this~

Floyd- Jellyfish (Silver) is also sleeping. Goldfish (Riddle) , do something interesting.

Riddle- Why me!? You should go somewhere else, Floyd.

Ruggie- Wow, they sure are lively. Are you guys busy?

Jamil- Me and Silver are just escorts. Don’t worry about us.

Kalim- Wait a little longer Ruggie. I’m talking to Jade about my budget.

Jade- Kalim. As I said many times, the budget is unnegotiable. Please take some things out. (I can feel Jade patience slowly going away)

Kalim- Don’t say that, Jade. If the show is flashy, the visitors will be pleased, right?

Riddle- Kalim, every dorm has a budget. I’ll have you follow the rules since Scarabia is no diferent.

Ruggie- I’ll finish my business here right away. Jade here, my budget aplication.

Jade- Yes, sure....Mr. Kalim, please follow Savanaclaw example.

Jade- You see, it’s perfectly within the budget.

Silver- *sleeps* (like the angel he is)

Jamil- Silver was tired of waiting and fell asleep....Kalim, let’s go home and reconsider.

Kalim- Hmmm....ok. Oh,but hey, did everyone talk about costumes and decorations?

Ruggie- Ours has already been decided. This year’s theme is pirates.

???- Ah, that’s a noisy theme.

Jamil- Azul , you came too.

Azul- yeah, when I passed in front of the classroom, it seemend to be very exiting.

Jade- The ghosts of the pirates who ransacked the sea in search of of treasures, and left behind numerous legends..... it’s certainly scary.

Ruggie- I don’t think that Jack, who had the idea, thought so much about it.

Ruggie- I think it suits Savanaclaw since we have a lot of physical strenght.

Floyd- Good, perfect for halloween.

Kalim- By the way, is there a Halloween event in the sea?

Jade- Why yes, of course. Every year at this time, we collect shellfish and starfish for decoration,

Jade- On the day we fill a bottle with luminous weeds and have a luminous party....like lanterns. And we carry them arround.

Floyd- We also play lively songs with instruments.

Kalim- Good! Music is always needed on banquets and festive days.

Jamil- I’m sure that the shape and tone of the musical instruments in the sea are different from those on land.

Silver- Carrying a lantern for a night light party is also an interesting costom unique to the sea. (oya, the sleeping beauty woke up)

Riddle- Yup, It looks like it would be an amazing sight.

Azul- I’m honored everyone is interested in our hometown costoms.

Azul- If you wish, we will make a tour package and guide you during the holidays. 

Jade- It looks very fun, but let’s talk about it in another time.

Jade- Well. As you say, Halloween on land and on the sea is quite different.

Jade- I have been amazed with cultural differences since we came to land.

Jade- There are many things I don’t know yet. To live up to the expectations as one of the steering committee members,

Jade- I would like to deepen my understanding of the Halloween on land.

Jade- Can you tell me what kind  of Halloween you were having in your hometowns?

Part 1 end

Silver couldn’t keep his eyes open during the whole scene, that boy is precious XD

Part 2

- classroom-

Jade-  Can you tell me what kind  of Halloween you were having in your hometowns? (Jade pls don’t ask that to these poor kids, Riddle? lets not talk about it, Jamil, probably spent the whole day on the kitchen cooking because kalim was too busy partying, and silver??? the poor boy always got spooked by Lilia non-stop all night )

Riddle- ....Halloween?

Riddle-  In my hometown, it seems to be standard for children to gather in the plaza and “have fun together”.

Jamil- It seems like .... you are talking  as if it is someone else’s problem.

Riddle- I only participated once. So I’m not familiar with it....

Riddle- What impressed me is that we all did “Apple Bobbing”

Floyd- Goldfish, apple bobbing.....what is it? It’s has an interesting name.

Riddle- You fill a large tub with water and apples, and you have to grab the apples with you mouth. Of course , you can’t use your hands.

Jade- That is ....a game unique to land.

Azul- Yes, as soon as you take your hand off the apples under the sea, they’d rise to the surface immediately.

Jade- If it were a game to chase the suddenly rising apple, it could be done even under the sea.(I’m pretty sure he said this to tease Azul)

Floyd- That might be unexpectedly interesting.

Silver- However, an apple....can you really get it with just your mouth?

Riddle- It is usually done with small apples....but its still difficult. (say that to the tweels and their sharp ass teeth)

Jade- Its a game in which  well-build children have the advantage to grab the apple.

Riddle- Yeah. Not only the size of the mouth but also jaw strenght is required.

Ruggie- If we did it in this school wouldn’t Jade and floyd be super advantageous at this game then?

Ruggie- Their body is big. And the teeth are sharp.

Jade- (*angelic smile*) Kufufufu What about it? Opening my mouth wide in front of everyone would be embarassing...

Jade- I may not the able to take the apple because I hesitaded to catch it. ( yes yes, i’ll try to belive you)

Floyd- How do you decide who wins or loses this game?

Riddle- I think the rule was that the person who gets the apple in the shortest amount of time would win.

Riddle- It seems that even in Wonderland this game is played in some areas. ( i didn’t understand what he said, he said” Kiseki no kuni” wich translates to Land of Miracles\wonders, so I assumed he was talking about wonderland)

Riddle- Cater once challanged me on  “How many can we get”.

Riddle- I couldn’t get the hang of it ,so my face and clothes got soaked in water....

Riddle- When I think about it now, the result isn’t that important.

Riddle- We laugh and make noises as we try to get the apples. I think that is the main purpose.

Jade- Certainly. It is very interesting the sight of Riddle desperately opening his mouth and chasing apples...

Jade- No, It seems to be worth watching.

Riddle- What do you mean?

Kalim- I understand what Riddle is saying. It’s more important to have fun than to win or lose!

Riddle-Oh...Thats right.

Kalim- Its a bit different from my kingdom, but the Halloween in the Land of Hot Sands is really fun!

Jade- Oh, is there a special characteristic about the Halloween in the Land of Hot Sands? 

Kalim- No, the halloween in the land of hot sands its a “treat banquet”! 

Kalim- It’s bacause in my country, talking arround the banquet is the most enjoyable thing.

Kalim- So when it’s halloween time, we prepare as many dishes as you can put on the table.

Jamil- So that the ghosts who have returned, can eat as much as they want.... together.

Jamil-  We prepare a large range of sweets, salty foods, spicy foods....from light foods to large dishes.

Jamil- When Halloween is near, the kitchen is always at full capacity,starting with the preparation of the ingredients.

Jade- Someday I would like to see susch magnificent banquet. Do you have any traditional dishes?

Kalim- Speaking of haloween treats....I like that

Kalim- It’s a dish that has baked vegetables and sauce on top of each other.

Jamil- so? go on? ( His expression is 5* XD, he be like”I’m not payed enough for this...., but then again,I’m not paid”)

Kalim- Oh,That face is definitely pinpoiting, you see, the ingredients are potatoes, eggplants and tomatoes!

Jade- ..........So it’s like lasagna, but it replaces the pasta with vegetables?

Kalim- Oh, that’s close. When it’s freshly baked its really delicious.

Azul- So that’s it. It seems to be preferred by healthy-minded owners.

Jade-Jamil, can you tell me the name of the dish?

Jamil- Its....Moussaka, it’s a local dish. (It really exits, I looked it up)

Kalim- Oh yeah. That’s it!

Kalim- When I was a kid, and I really wanted to eat it even though it wasn’t banquet day, I’d ask Jamil to make it.

Jamil- It was terrible at that time. My parents and other servants scolded me....“Don’t use fire when you are alone!”

Kalim- Eh!? Is that so !?

Jamil- I was still in elementary school.

Jamil- I didn’t cook as much as I do now...It would have been bad if I had started a fire.

Jamil- Now I can understand, why my parents and the other servants were angry with me.

Kalim-Oh, I’m sorry.

Kalim- But the Moussaka I ate that time was really delicious. I still remeber it well.

Kalim- Now that I remembered it, I want to eat it again. Hey Jamil, Please make it again!

Azul- Please one for me as well. I’d like to include it in Mostro Lounge new menu....

Jamil- I don’t want that.

Kalim- Well, don’t say that~

Jamil- Moussaka is a time-consuming dish that requires 2 kinds of sauces because it requires many ingridients.

Jamil- I don’t think it suitable to be served in a cafe.

Jade- So it’s cooked in a oven, isn’t it.

Jade- The ovens at Mostro lounge aren’t that big....is it really so hard to produce it in big quantities?

Azul- Isn’t there any way to increase the production quantity by making them all together on a big oven?

Ruggie- Octavinelle is still the same.

(I wonder what Riddle and floyd have been doing this entire time, Silver is probably sleeping)

Jade- Fufufu...For more information, let´s eat jamil’s home cooking, and then discuss this again.

Jamil- Wait a minute, I don’t want to make....so many.

Silver- *Sleeps* (oya oya I was right 0.0)

Jamil- You see, Silver fell asleep again while you guys from Octavinelle were exited about the profits.

Jade- Oops, I’m sorry for this. We devianted from the subject.

Jade- Mr.Silver, excuse me. Would you like to wake up?

Silver- Ah...I’m sorry. Was it about the Halloween in the Valley of Thorns?

Jade- Yes, please tell us your story.

Silver- About halloween, I can only remember that my father-....that Lilia was enthusiastic and disguised. ( he corrected himself by sayng LIlia instead of parents because Lilia asked him not to call him his parent while with being with other students, so it wouldn’t be strange for silver, Lilia and malleus are his guardians)

Riddle- By the way, the 2 were in the same town.

Jade- After all people disguise themselfs in the valley of thorns... Disguise is a common custom in every Country isn’t it?

Silver- Don’t the mermaids use disguises too?

Jade- I don’t have the habit of wearing clothes on a daily basis.

Jade- It’s fun to dress in various ways on land because I’m not familiar with it.

Silver- In fact, disguises are not a fun memory. Even as I recall now, it’s horrifying.

Floyd- Eh, wasen’t Mandako-chan (Lilia) smaller than now when it happened?

(Mandako is an octopus, also known as Opisthoteuthis Californiana, look it up and u will see why Floyd calls Lilia this XD)

Silver- Oh, he looked the same as now....

Silver- But the only time I saw such terrifying appearence of Lilia was on that halloween.

Jade- That’s interesting. He is a very cute person, as he is pround of.

Silver- The frighteningness of Lilia disguised is scary... 

Silver- I would tremble with Sebek as I was watching with him

Silver- That night was so frightening that the two of us promised that we would definitely stay up until morning.

Jade- If I get this scared, I’m sure I’ll cry out lound.

Floyd- Well, now I want to see. I have been with you since we were born , but I have never seen that.

Ruggie- So, why did you and Sebek pray in tears for the morning to come?

Silver- Oh no....I fell asleep middle way without noticing.

Riddle- After everything.....

Silver- Sebek couldn’t dare going to the bathroom all night, in the next morning he was angry with me and  I was called “Traitor!”

Ruggie- Hey, seems like Sebek also has a cute side.

Jamil- So, how was halloween where you lived?

Ruggie- Me? The story of Halloween in the slums isn’t very interesting.

Jade- Well, I don’t think so. Everything about land is fresh and interesting, so please tell me.

Ruggie- Its okay to talk separately,... but don’t listen and pull. 

Ruggie- “Trick or treat”.....Isn’t it normal to be mischievous if you don’t receive a treat?

Ruggie- But my usual Halloween isn’t that cute.

Ruggie- If you don’t give me a treat, I’ll not go home until you give me some....24 hours endurance. It was a treats collection event.

Part 2- end

Lilia really did tromatize the poor kids....poor Sebek was left alone XD

Part 3

-Classroom-

Silver, Kalim and Riddle- 24 HOURS ENDURANCE TREAT COLLECTION EVENT!?

Jade- Sweets collection...It seems like something you usually do on Halloween but....

Jade- From what Mr.Ruggie just said it seems this one quite different.

Ruggie- That’s righ. Because treats are a thing we rarely eat.

Ruggie- Just say “Trick or Treat” and you will get sweets for free.

Ruggie- There’s no way that hyenas will miss out this change to eat.

Jade- Mr.Ruggie, when you come to Mostro Lounge,(Ruggie works there sometimes to get money)

Jade- You bring a storage container with you.

Jade-Does that mean that your appetite for food hasn’t changed?

Ruggie- I gathered the children from the neighborhooh, we decided the area they were in charge, and toured the village.

Ruggie- ....Not missiong one single house.

Jamil- That is a tremendous obsession....

Ruggie- If my appearence changes, I’ll get sweets again, so we changed the group members and went to the same houses many times. (When I leaded trick or treat groups I did this too XD)

Silver- If you go that far....It seems to be a problem.

Ruggie- You see, many years ago, our operation got caught by the caretaker of the neighborhood association....

Ruggie- We were charged with “Trick or treat ban” righ away.

Jade- How sad. Didn’t everyone get disapointed?

Ruggie- That’s right. I was a kid too, so I greedily made a mistake by pushing it too far.

Ruggie- I was the most anoyed since I was like a big brother to the children of the local area.

Jade- I was wondering what you were talking about earlier, but Mr.Ruggie is surprisingly good at taking care of children.

Jade- I had the impression that you only do it when there is a reward....

Ruggie-.....Well, let’s leave that matter aside.

Ruggie- My grandma would do pumpkin pie, for the children who were sick.

Riddle-Pumpkin pie....it seems delicious.

Jade- We have a new candidate for the Halloween manu

Ruggie- Ah, it’s a secret recipe that only the Bucchi family knows, so if you ask me for it, it won’t be cheap. Shishishi!

Jade- As expected , Mr Ruggie is astute.

Jade- It looks better than cookies and muffins, and above all, it shoud be satisfying to eat.

Ruggie- Of course. I was sick. But it wasen’t gorgeous.

Ruggie- The pumpkin pie was made from Jack-o-Lantern’s  hollowed-out contents.

Jade-.....I would have never thought of that way to use it

Ruggie- So, from the next year, I started a part-time job to make Jack-o-Lantern for pumpkin pie.

Azul- You really have experienced various part-time jobs...I’m impressed.

Ruggie- A job where a free bite from the pumpkin pie was provided to the client for free.

Ruggie- You could take the hollowed out contents for free...

Ruggie- Isn’t that amazing !? It sure feels like it is. Haloween, banzai !

Jade- Amazing! I should take those business guts as an example.

Silver- ....Everyone has enjoyed the Halloween in different ways.

Kalim- Yes, Let’s enjoy Halloween at the school and make good memories!

Floyd- Enjoy it to you heart’s content?

Azul- Good memories....?

Kalim- ......? Don’t you enjoy Halloween?

Jade- It wasen’t an event with that meaning for us mermaids from the sea of the north

Jade- Those who die in the sea often have regrets and despair.

Jade- Those who were devoured by a storm, those who lost the route to their destination and died on board....

Jade- In any case, it is not uncommon for the returning ghosts to be ferocious.

Azul-  Yeah, defeating the ghosts of the sea usually comes first.

Jamil- Didn’t you just say “ The Halloween is celebrated with  lanters party and bright music”?

Floyd- The lanters are a landmark to prevent the mermaids from accidentally going to the ghost world. 

Floyd- Playing music is also to keep the ghosts calmer.

Azul-  It also seems that there is the intention to calm toughts and sadness.

Riddle- .....There are ghosts all over the ocean?

Jade- I haven’t seen them but....

Jade- During Halloween school would even send home a notice.

Jade- Places you shouldn’t approach, times you shouldn’t go out, etc....Every year, there are missing people (0.0)

Ruggie- Wait a minute....that’s too scary.

Floyd- Come to think of it. When I was in middle school, I think I saw three Jade in different places~.

Jade-I tought I was talking to floyd once, but the next day I remember he told me “I haven’t heard that”.

Jade- I didn’t really notice at the time that it wasen’t him....

Azul- It was Halloween.Such things happen. 

Jamil- That sort of thing...

Silver-The sea is a terrifying world that we can’t imagine....

Jade- At the sea’s Halloween, you can enjoy thrills that you wouldn’t normally experience.

Floyd- Well, you won´t get bored~

Azul- As Mr.Ruggie mentioned earlier, I’m proud that there are many business opportunities!

Jade- Aside from Azul’s work, I like the Halloween event, whether by sea or on land.

Jade- I’m exited to think of what kind of unexpected things will happen.

Jade- I was selected as a steering committee member, and I would like everyone on land to experience a different feeling than usual.

Jade- We can deliver a different kind of thrill because we are from the sea.

Jade- Let’s have a darker Halloween this year, which will be second to none. Fufufu....

Jade- Happy Halloween

END

So, what did we learn? sTAY AWAY FROM THE SEA AT HALLOWEEN

wow, so much lore in Jade’s personal story

Add me if u want uwu

Disclaimer- I don’t own Twisted wonderland or any of its characters, This is a Fan translaction therefore it’s not oficial 

#jade leech #floyd leech #riddle rosehearts #silver #jamil viper #kalim al asim #azul ashengrotto #sebek zigvolt #lilia vanrouge #ruggie bucchi #twsited wonderland #twst #translactions #twst translations #twisted wonderland translactions #twst halloween event #scary outfit #twst jade #twisted wonderland jade #personal story #jade personal story #halloween jade #jade halloween #jade scary outfit #jade ssr #jade ssr haloween personal story #jade ssr scary outfit personal story #fantranslaction

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The Freedom of Expression Ep 3 - Michelin Star related suicide.

K: Hi, this is Dir en grey's Kaoru, getting started with the third episode of The Freedom of Expression.

J, T: Yep.

K: Joe Yokomizu san and Tasai san are here again. So, how are we doing, after the second time?

Kami:*interrupts*

J: Ah, He's cutting in early today.

Kami: Yes, yes, yes. Im thinking a lot about my timing.

J: You're entering from every possible angle?

Kami: Yes, thats it.

K: What do you think after the first two episodes? We are on our third today, but does it seem interesting?

K: As a god, im kinda out of things to say.

J: Really?

Kami: Yep

J: You would think a god would know about all sorts of things.

Kami: I don't know all that much. *K laughs* Im studying, Im working on it.

T: Last time, the suspicion arose that he was poverty stricken, didnt it?

J: Yes, he pointed out he was a poverty stricken god.

Kami: I told you not to say that! *K laughs*

T: Sorry..

Kami: Its a problem.

K: After we finished last time, we ended up talking a lot about money, didn't we?

J: Yes, we did. *everyone laughing*

Kami: Yep, yep.

J: After the recording, Kami spoke non stop about money, didn't he? He is really attached to it..for a god. You'd think he'd be the one least interested in that, but he turns out to be the one most interested.

Kami: It wasn't that bad until then. It wasn't like that back on the radio show. It really has become a problem recently.

J: Oh now?

T: I see.

Kami: Yes, now.

K: Right, well, our third episode...

J: Yes, the title is 'Suicide resulting from Michelin stars - In the lawsuit of a former 3 star Michelin star chef, the court rules that....'

This is concerning the Michelin guide which was even popularised in a TV drama last year. In its country of origin, France, there is so much pressure, the fear of losing a star can even lead to suicide. A Chef who lost his third star even filed a lawsuit against Michelin. As for the specific story, Marc Veyrat, who runs the famous restaurant 'La Maison des Bois' in the Alps, recieved the long awaited 3 star rating in 2018. Just one year later, this dropped to a 2 star rating. Veyrat responded angrily, 'The quality of my food hasn't changed at all. Its a mistake in the inspection', and brought the case against Michelin. As well as demading the inspector's qualifications and the report to be made public, as his demotion has led to him to  falling into a state of depression, he is suing Michelin for the sum of just 1 Euro, or in yen, 120 yen. He has been telling the media of his discontent that the inspectors could not recognize the cheese Reblochon, from the Savoy region, and probably mistook it for the widely produced cheddar cheese. Nanterre courthouse in the suburbs of Paris responded, that as well as the evaluation of the inspector coming down to freedom of expression, the plaintiff did not show good enough reason that  his reputation had been marred. The famous chef was defeated, but the agony of chefs over the star rating is becoming a problem in society. By the way, simply put, the standard for the inspection, or the standard for the stars, is the food only. Not the restaurant interior, or the service. The food is assessed on the following five criteria. 1) The quality of the ingrediants. 2) The level of skill and amount of seasoning. 3) Originality. 4) Cost performance. 5) The consistency of the presented dishes on the whole. This is the same all over the world. As for the meaning of the stars, this is as follows. One star = Food that is particularly delicious within its category. Two stars = Spectacular food that is worth making a detour to have it. Three stars = Excellent food that is worth specifically traveling just to have it. The report is produced by a group consisting of the inspectors, the chief editor and all other responsible parties for the Michelin guide book. Every year they recieved around 45,000 emails and letters from thier readers, which they look through, and sometimes even do re-evaluations. ....Food!

K: Food...

J: Yep...I mean, reputation really controls which restaurants we go to.  Kaoru, what do you think?

K: Hmm, well, its an inspection isnt it?

J: Yes, its an inspection.

K: I was in Paris last year. There are loads of these aren't there? * the others laugh*

J: Well, yes. So, he didn't change anything about his food, but his rating still dropped, whats that all about?

K: Isn't it precisely because he didn't do anything new?

J: Oh, could it be that? If others are upping thier game, you will naturally drop.

K: There couldn't really be someone who mistook it for mass produced cheddar cheese.

J: You'd think, wouldn't you?

K: And then, maybe people are just different, no matter what it is. Even if its the same person..

J: Maybe they were feeling bad or something..

K: Hmm, an inspection is...Well, if it was sports or combat sport or something..the observers can easily judge the game, like..oh this one definitely won...But with music, or movies....appraisals of 'things', its different depending on the person isnt it.

J: Yes, you're right.

K: This type of guide is for people who want to expand thier knowledge, the Michelin guide ...For movies it would be the Academy Awards, and there are tv shows doing the same thing.  Its just to make things easier for people...so, in the end, it seems like it can't be helped really.

J: Well, thats it, yes. I dont know about Michelin, but Im in the position to do album reviews, so im in the place to award stars...and, its true, if its a genre you like, you just naturally like it, and are prone to jacking up the stars, but if its a genre you don't listen to, you feel unfamiliar and it takes a while to figure out whether its good or bad. So certainly, as for awarding stars.. asking people, well, im just repeating what you said Kaoru, its not objective information. You have to try and think about the aim. If the orgainisation drops a star from you it doesn't necessarily mean you are bad..

K: Its like a contest or that type of thing, you can still see who's winning the game..

J: Like 1-1, you can see whos winning in front of you, the circumstances are a little different from this though.

K: Eventually, won't it affect thier sales though?

J: I think so.

T: Don't you think diners also rely too much on this kind of guide?

K: You can check anything on your smartphone, you don't really know whats true.

J: You don't, there are these restaurant review sites where some people are paid to write good reviews, and some people are paid to write bad reviews, you know, to destroy thier rivals they will write bad stuff...So its difficult to know how far to trust that type of thing. By the way, Kaoru, do you refer to reviews in relation to food, or new music or anything like that?

K: Well, I do, yes. Guides and such...Usually, I  get information I want to know from all over the place. I ask people, like..'I want to eat this', or 'I wonder if that place is good' or something,  I ask people what they think.

T: But when you want to go to see a movie, do you ask someone who likes movies?

K: I'll read what someone has written about it, or I'll read what they've posted on social media.

J: The main thing is listening to people you can trust.

K: Yes, thats it.

J: Someone you are familiar with, or some well-informed person. Also someone you see eye to eye with.

T: Thats right.

J: If you go out for food with someone, and they say 'this is delicious', if you ask them what else they like, it will be the same kind of things that you like.

K: Really, I've never been to a two star or three star Michelin restaurant * the others laugh*.

J: Well, this internet age isn't going to end...

T: Right

J: Just how far will people trust this kind of assesment, or star rating?

T: Joe, have you ever been hassled by anyone because of this? By artists or such?

J: I havn't actually...I write what I didn't personally like, and sign my name with a star rating, then, 'this is what I think, but what do YOU think', to continue the conversation.

K: Our boss in our office, he was in a band a long time ago, and he got angry about something that was written in a magazine, so he stormed over to the magazine headquarters * the others laugh*  He might ????*1

J,T: Your boss, wow!

J: What was the magazine?

K: Oh, I don't remember..*laughing*

J: Which of them has the freedon of expression? *laughing*

K: They are both clashing with each other.

J: The moment their freedom clashed *laughs*

T: But, Ive heard that kind of story before...A hip hop artist or something, went to a magazine and tried to restrain or kidnap the editor. He took it that seriously.

J: Well, in a music magazine, if you write an article, its the same with interviews, you dont know whether the other party will see or hear it. For me, after editing, I think its good to show it to the artist once. Im only writing my ideas, and there are times where thats not the reality.

For interviews, you dont necessarily hand over the questions in advance, and if im just asking at random, the artist may feel on the spot and not be able to say what they really feel, so i think its good to show them once, to get the facts right.  With reviews too, i think showing them what i intend to write is important. But there are magazines where the boss doesnt get the content checked, 'you said it, so take responsibility', kind of thing. Thats a bit harsh, i think.

T: Well, yes. With interviews, I think its good to show the person. Protecting freedom should be kept independent.

J: Yes, yes, you are free to write what you think, but this is also keeping it real by checking if artists are holding responsibility for what they say. They decide whether they can really say that after checking it first.

K: There are times when you wish you'd used more words..

J: There are! Of course, its limited to the time and place of the interview, for example 1 hour, the time is squeezed. You have to get on with it, with little explanation..sometimes you need to supplement that.

T: Yes, you're right.

K: What do you think, Kami?

J: Kamiii?

Kami: *stifled laugh* Yes, what?

J: I don't know how to address him.

Kami: No no, don't worry about that, we are short on time.

K: Yes, our third installment is ending.

J: It felt quick today..somehow.

K: Originally, one episode was supposed to have two news items.

J: Yeah, i thought that.

K: But it didn't work that way, did it?

J: No, it didnt. What do the viewers think? Is one item enough? Or do they want two items at a faster pace?

K: If its too long, they won't be able to watch it.

J,T: Right.

T: A shorter video is better.

J: As for raising the number of views, right?

K: We talk about quite difficult stuff too, we should try to break into it as much as we can, make it interesting. Oh, and Kami, even his voice is interesting.

J: Its enough.

K: Well, that was the third installment, please tune in next time.

K, J, T: Thank you very much.

*1 I couldn't catch this. 

#dir en grey #the freedom of expression #TFOE #kaoru #薫

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RFA Comforting an MC with Terrible Period Pains

requested: by anonymous 

a/n: oh my god the header is a MOOD for this ask. enJOY and hAVE FUN READING THIS therES SO MUCHCOFFEEINMYSYSTEMHHHHH want to support my period-ic writing ayy see what i did there? then feel free to buy me a coffee!

warnings: aside from that terrible pun you just witnessed? n/a

-AAAAAAAARRRGHHHHHH mod alex

Jumin

-he finds you clutching your stomach, sweat beading your forehead as you move from uncomfortable position to uncomfortable position, mastering positions he’d figured only Elizabeth the III could do

-worry creases his forehead as he rushes to your side, touching your side gingerly, almost scared that you’ll crumble under his fingers, but all you do is let out a pained groan, unable to speak as the pounding in your head grows louder with each stab through your gut

- “mC aRe YoU dYiNg???” 

-through pained gesturing, he finally understands that you’re not dying, just going through a torture worse than death

-has no idea what to do, just lays down with you, holding your hand and rubbing soothing circles on your back

-as soon as you finally fall asleep, he’s calling the doctor, wanting a professionals opinion on how best to lessen your pain

-poor doctor in his mind is probably like, “you,,,could have looked this up,,, on your phone,, that you used,,, to call me,,,,,,,, at 1 IN THE MORNING”

-he feels awkward, not being able to help you with more than a hot bottle on your stomach and keeping you company, running his hands through your hair and massaging your temples as he sits with you, helping you the only way he knows how, by rambling about the stock market

-at some point you tune out what he’s saying, focusing on his voice and the comforting patterns hes tracing on your skin

-you can bet that he buys you the most expensive german chocolate, anything that you want, anything you crave will be imported right away and be on your front doorstep the next morning

-he most likely has a calendar app on his phone where he keeps approximate track of your cycle so that he’s always prepared to give you extra special attention and care

-when he goes on business trips that last longer than a week, he has a box specifically made, kind of like a care package containing but not limited to:

-the finest chocolate (10 different kinds! with a surplus of your favourite!)

-those emergency hospital crack-and-place heat packets, good to keep on your lower back and uterus 

-oranges and broccoli (though these tend to be in the fridge)

-with a small note on how much he loves you and will see you tonight on call, telling you to take care of yourself and leaving the doctors phone number in case of an emergency 

Jaehee

-she KNOWS the pain,, she K N O W S 

-im not saying that at some point your cycles start happening at the same time, but thats exactly what I’m saying (i have no idea how this happens irl but it does and?? idk its odd)

-so generally the two of you are sitting home together, laying sprawled on the couch, 4 Ibuprofen between the two of you as you watch Zen’s old musicals, watching Jaehee sleepily hum along as she holds you against her chest, stroking your hair and bringing up your hand to her mouth, kissing your knuckles as the two of you fall asleep together 

-she knows you have a harder time than her when your period rolls around, so she has a tendency to insist that you don’t stress yourself out at work, keeping you mostly behind the counter where you’re not carrying hot liquids for too long. 

-helping you out whenever she can, hugging you from behind as you struggle to stand on your feet, giving you momentary support as she takes the cup from your hands, instructing you to sit down

-no one has ever seen her so lenient with someone when it comes to work

-you log onto the server to gush about Jaehee, posting pictures of her running around at work, helping customers, “ThAtS mY wIFe Y’aLL”

-she has a special coffee brew that she only breaks out when you’re in severe pain, added her secret ingredient (which she refuses to tell you about) that somehow make everything better 

-practically begging her to judo kick you in the spine because goddamnit it hurts so bad (she doesn't, opting for a soothing massage instead)

-kisses and cuddles galore, she puts the care in “caring for you,” to the point where she doesn't complain about her own mediocre periods upon seeing just how bad the pain is with you (please take care of her anyways she deserves the best)

Yoosung

-listen,, this boy grew up with sisters and a mother, he’s practically a pro when it comes to helping you out

-the second he sees you rush into the restroom in a panic, he’s already getting the pill bottle and hot bottle out, doing the bed the way you like it and pulling out your favourite blanket and warm stuffed animal 

-insists to take care of you the whole time, and is willing to skip school to stay home with you,, its only after threatening him from the bed, wagging your finger weakly at him does he actually go, however he’s one to send you worrying text messages through the whole day, and silly photos of a leaf he saw or a funny cat meme

-he cooks for you like theres no tomorrow, and is always extremely apologetic when he gets home an hour later than normal due to grocery shopping, only to find you having finally fallen asleep, stuffed animal discarded neatly on the bedside table, hugging his pillow instead

-his eyes soften, heartrate slowing down as he gazes on your sleeping form

-trying his best not to disturb you, he tiptoes out of the room, getting your favourite dinner ready, and trying his best to make something with your preferred chocolate

-you hobble out of the room sleepily, the smell of food drawing you to the kitchen

-he’ll immediately drop everything, running to you as he helps you to a chair, chiding you for getting up and straining yourself when you could have just called for him

-playing video games together lazily, him joking that he should let you win, but this just drives you to beat his ass in mariokart, absolutely demolishing him with no mercy

-he sits there shell shocked as you sit next to him grinning 

Seven 

-he’s versed in over five languages, survived the worst years of his life, is number one in the Shooting Star Server, the best hacker on the planet, and yet he has no preparation on how to help you through periods

-he knows the basics, but seeing you in such pain makes him rethink everything he thought he knew

-he sees you constantly shifting, arching your back in a vain attempt to crack it, crack any bone for momentary relief, and decides this is his time to shine and help you somewhat

-he gives the best back massages, working the pressure points on your lower back, and getting out all the knots in your shoulders, pressing kisses to your shoulder blades as he goes along, fingers working on the entirety of your back.

-shares his Honey Buddha Chips with you, even letting you take three or more bags, as long as you promise to not waste any that is.

-keeps you away from spicy foods, dairy and phD pepper, his technical knowledge had gotten him that far at least, and even though you’re more than happy to eat junk food for a week straight, for the first time ever he insists on eating better, giving you foods such as salmon and oranges,, only after heavy persuasion and multiple times of you threatening him does he let you have chocolate 

-he stays with you the whole time, making sure you’re laughing and taking care of yourself, trying his best to ease the pain with terrible terrible jokes and horrible Saeran impressions

-he knows that you dont like having a heating pad on your stomach because its so weird barely being able to move and having to stay in one place, so he places his laptop on your stomach, letting it overheat on your pelvic area as the two of you play fireboy and watergirl

Zen

-before we start i just wanna say Zen is 100% the type of guy who would hold no disgust or immature “ew thats icky”type attitude to the thought of buying his s/o menstrual products and he looks down on any man that does have that attitude

-he’s not quite versed in how to help you, but he’s a fast learner, and would rather rely on your own reactions to his help and seeing what works for you as opposed to just asking the void that is the internet what is supposed to help

-he’s one to carry you everywhere while you’re on your period, not letting you strain yourself for fear you’ll get off balance, fall and hurt yourself, and he’s constantly referencing you as his prince(ss), even more than usual

-singing you to sleep, letting his melodious voice wash over you as he holds you close, letting his natural body warmth keep you warm

-strokes your hair as you lay down, exhausted from all the pain, your body physically not able to stay awake anymore, practically blacking out

-if you cry, he’ll hold you, massaging your back and whispering soft comforts in your ear, but inside he’s pained by the distress this is causing you, and is mainly frustrated that he can’t do more

-sometimes he wakes up early in the morning to go for a jog or get breakfast for the two of you, and he’ll leave multiple sticky notes with sweet messages, ensuring that he’ll be back soon and to take it easy until he’s back home

-this man with Refuse to let you strain yourself in Any way, and will drop Everything to run over if he sees you so much as bending over to pick up something, practically throwing himself over the dropped item and insisting to pick it up for you

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger imagines #mystic messenger headcannons #mystic messenger fanfic #mysme #mysme imagine #rfa #rfa members #rfa reactions #Jumin #jumin han #jumin x reader #jumin x mc #jumin route #jaehee #jaehee kang #jaehee x mc #mysme jaehee #mystic messenger jaehee #yoosung #yoosung route #yoosung x reader #yoosung kim #mm yoosung #yoosung x mc #zen #zen route #mystic messenger zen #zen x mc #mysme zen

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Sugar (3/?)

AN: Here is my third chapter of my SugardaddyLoki AU:) I hope you like the Chapter for this week :)

Warnings: not really

Wordcount: around 1600

Masterlist

Sugar- Masterlist

Part 2

You had decided to bake some chocolate-apple-pie after your grandmothers recipe together with some Pasta and self made tomato-sauce, hoping the male would like the food.

The apartment had started to smell delicious, yourself nibbling on some bread Pietro had brought with him from his grocery shopping.

He had mentioned that Mr Laufeyson usually did not eat breakfast at the flat, but got something on his way. So you had needed to get your breakfast supplies, or your mornings would be hungry.

At least he had tea. A lot of tea and a lot of different kinds.

Now, the kitchen was stocked with every essential thing someone would need.

Food was finished around dinner time and you were just cleaning the kitchen of any evidence of your session, when the front-door opened.

You froze in anticipation and worry.

“Food is already here. Good. Please serve while I change into something different.”, the male called and not a second later you heard another door close.

Doing as asked, you plated your home-cooked meal and placed a dish where he had sat the day prior, you sitting down with your own serving in the same manor.

It did not take long for him to emerge again and join you at the large table.

“This looks quite good. Now it only has to taste as such.”, he mumbled, eyeing the food in front of him before taking a small bite.

You waited, anxious, for his reaction and could not suppress a smile when you saw him relax into the food.

He liked it.

“This – this is good. Where did you get it? I have to put it on Pietro´s list of shops to buy from.”, he asked you, already preparing the next bite.

“I made it.”, you whispered, awaiting his reaction.

You were not disappointed: His shewing stopped, his eyes wandering to look at you. He gulped the food he had in his mouth.

“You are telling me, that you cooked this meal yourself? How and Why?”

“I spoke with Pietro and he offered to get the ingredients, what he did. I found the utensils in the cupboards.”

“Well, that explains how, but not why.”

“I, I didn´t know what to get, and I like to cook. It is also cheaper-”, the last part was only a whisper, but he still heard it.

“I don´t think I need to have an eye on how much money I spend for food and take-outs.”

“I apologize Mr Laufeyson.”, you quickly added, averting your eyes.

“It is quite delicious.”, he continued, “Well done.”

Warmth spread through your veins upon hearing the males praise and you couldn´t suppress a shy smile.

“You may cook more often.  Now, if you would excuse me, I have an early meeting tomorrow and therefore will go to bed now.”, he declared, already standing up.

“I- there is dessert.”, you quickly stated, “I mean- if you want. I can but it in the fridge. The pie might not taste as good as now, but still good.”

“You made pie?”, he mused, sitting down again, “What kind of pie.”

“Apple chocolate after my grandma´s recipe.”, you whispered.

He stayed silent and you took it as a sign to serve the desert. Gathering the used dishes, you placed them aside and got the pie out of the oven to plate it with some powdered sugar.

Mr Laufeyson looked at for a few second, before taking a very small piece onto his fork and eating it.

His face kept neutral, though he ate it all.

“As I said. I will be retreating for the night. Tomorrow morning the cleaning service will come to clean the apartment. Just as a heads-up. Have a good night.”

And with that, the man retreated to his quarters.

Well, better get the kitchen cleaned and then to bed.

Thanks to the fact that you had already cleaned most of the things after using them, the kitchen was spotless within ten minutes with the leftovers secured within the fridge. Labeled with the date you had cooked them.

It was nearly enough to feed one more person.

Shutting off the light, within the main area, you stepped into your bedroom, only to stop short; on your bed were four black boxes with silver ribbons.

Presents.

When did he get them in here? What is in there?

Slowly you approached your bed, letting your fingers brush over the soft fabric of the ribbons, once you were able to.

The boxes had the Ásgard´-logo imprinted into the top.

More clothes? But-

With gentle hands, you opened the first bow and then box.

Is that Lingerie? What does this mean?

Shocked, you lifted the first pair of clothes out of the box. It wasn´t lingerie as you first thought, it was a nightdress.

Does he expect me to wear this?

Quickly you opened the other boxes as well, and the next two contained a similar kind  of clothing.

That was, until you opened the last box and a relieved sigh escaped your lungs. Your eyes fell onto some new shirts and boxer-shorts. First were made of extremely soft cotton, last were made of silk.

You just had to wear them, the leggings and shirt you had worn previously had been to warm for your liking and felt wrong to your skin beneath the covers.

Ready for bed, you placed the boxes into the walk-in. You would sort them away in the morning.

With your mobile phone charging and the alarm set for 6:30am, you closed your eyes to sleep.

You woke up with the alarm and decided it was a good day to start with a shower.

Dressed as casually as possible, you made your way to the kitchen area with still wet hair.

You were surprised to see Mr Laufeyson already sitting there. “Good morning.”, you mumbled.

“Good Morning. I did not thought I would see you this early.”, he greeted you in return, sipping on his tea.

“I am used to get up early to do work.”, you admitted, preparing your own breakfast with the stuff Pietro got you the day prior.

“I see. Pietro will drive me to work this morning. I have a conference call with some important people. After that he can drive you wherever you want. There is a credit card on the little table next to your door. It has an allowance of  10.000$ a week. I may allow you to use more, should I see it necessary and you ask me beforehand. You need to have your ID with you though. Otherwise the card will not be accepted.”

He spoke almost bored, like that sum of money were just peanuts.

“Ten-thousand a week?”,you stated with huge eyes.

“Not enough?”

“Too much. Tha- thats more than I made in four months working. Wha- what should I do with that much?”, you quickly explained.

“Buy what you want, as long as you don´t buy at the opponents shops. The cleaning crew will be working from 10 to 12am. See you sometime today.”, and with that, the sharp dressed man left.

Leaving you with no idea what you should do with your day.

Sighting, you grabbed the offered card and stared at it for a long time.

I could visit Bob and Monty,  maybe get them some food or things they need. And then buy stuff for the shelter. At least I would do good with all this money.

You still did not want pity money and felt dirty accepting it.

Using your new phone (because you couldn´t find a pen and some paper to make notes), you wrote stuff you though you should get to not accidentally forget something.

It got rather long, and you hoped you would be able to get all this without renting a truck.

“And I need some reeeeeaally simple stuff to wear.”, you mumbled.

The ringing of your phone caught your attention. Pietro was calling you.

“Good Morning. How can I help you?”, you greeted him politely, just like you had done with your customers just a few days ago.

“(y/n), It´s Pietro. Boss said to call you once I am free. Soooo, I am free. Any idea what you want to do? I can drive you wherever you want.”, the young man´s voice came out of the speaker.

“Thank you, that would be nice. I have a few stops I would like to make- if that is not too much trouble.”, you smiled into the phone.

“Not at all, I would just be earning my money. I will be at the tower in the next ten minutes. If you want, you can wait in the lobby. I will come and get you.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

“No worries. See you in Ten.”, and with that the line went dead.

“Well .. then let´s get down there I guess.”, you mumbled, grabbing your phone and wallet, you got on your way  down to the lobby.

It was rustling with live and you searched for a calmer area to wait for the blond young men.

You felt out of place and feared they would kick you out any second now, but instead, your phone rang again and you accepted Pietro´s call.

“I am up front. Are you ready to go?”

“I am coming out, give me a second.”

“Sure, it´s the black Dodge SUV.”

“Got it.”

Part 4

AN2.0 Well, Loki seemed to like her food. What do you think she will do with all the money?

REBLOGS and comments are appreciated, though any request of a SUGARDADDY looking for a Baby will be deleted… just like the last 30 in the first two parts…..

Thank you very much.

~MaggY

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[samaya11]

The Art of Washing Your Hands as Directed by My Grandmother*

*Actually my grandmother would have wanted you to know that Art is a frivolous term to associate with something that requires far more gravity. “The Only Proven Method Guaranteed to Produce Results” would have been her preferred title.

The following is an imaginary conversation set when I’m 13 based on some very real ones I had with her at various times in the two decades our lives overlapped. The setting is very real. At 13, I’ve just been reunited to live with my family after immigrating to the US. My grandmother and sister are both alive, the world has gone to hell but there’s hope, faith, plenty of toilet paper and soap. We never ran out of soap and properly washing hands was a serious sacred ritual. A skill every young lady should know how to do that could change lives like cooking, sewing, praying, obeying, knowing when to stay quiet, you know the thing a good woman the marriageable kind would need to know.

—

First, examine your hands

Are your nails long?

If the whites have grown more than a millimeter

Cut them.

Why would you want to encourage

the accumulation of food, dirt and blood?

I will never understand the fashion of long nails

What work do you expect to get done?

That is for lazy rich women.

Besides if you need a weapon

Thats what knives are for or well chosen words or

Extra Hot Kashmiri Red Chili Powder.

Gundhi chokri. Tara nukh tukha rakh.

Wait , wait, wait,

Is that varnish on your nails?

It’s just clear. To make them stronger, Ma.

Nail polish is poison

You will transfer it while cooking

And kill some one. Probably me. Is that what you want?

Ghandi chokri. Eva shokh apre mate nathi.

My grandmothers hands are the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.

They are very wrinkled, translucent pale beige skin with dark age spots and purple bruises on the backs of her arthritic hands, blue veins showing even in her long thin elegant fingers.

Her nails immaculately trimmed and pale pink. It was my task to trim and file them under her sharp bespectacled scrutiny. The nail and tip of the ring finger on the right hand permanently stained with a slight hint of red and marigold from adorning the foreheads of her Hindu Gods & Goddesses with a tilak of kumkum, then chandan, bhasma & rice daily after bathing them.

Such fragile hands for such a formidable spirit.

They had an ethereal grace in the way she carried them, weathered by age, by journeys on four continents, the heartbreak of becoming a young widow oh too soon and all the prayer books and rosaries she’s devoted them to from waking up at 4am sharp until bedtime at 9pmish in the old days depending when the three of us — my sister, brother and I who all shared the same room with her then let her settle down.

Okay, ready?

Very important.

The soap you use should be high quality.

Imperial Leather brand.

But Ma, we’re in America now.

That a British thing.

Okay, I guess Irish Spring will do.

This is ugly soap.

There’s got to be a better brand.

Let’s just use the liquid kind.

Use twice as much.

3 tablespoons should do.

Second, stand up straight.

No that’s not the second step

But it’s important.

You’re not as tall as I was.

You fall on your mother’s family

Look at those stubby boy hands

*Sigh* Your sister is short too but

At least she has feminine features,

Fair skin, tiny wrists, and hazel eyes

Try harder. Smell floral. Wear pink.

Where were we?

*Sigh* Still on step two, Ma.

Step two.

Pay attention shoulders straight.

This is key.

The water should be hot.

Not lukewarm, not warm. HOT.

GARAM GARAM PANI.

Jaar bharvi juye.

It should feel like lava

You’ll want to wince

But you won’t be weak.

No. You’re not the weak child,

Just a bit of a day dreamer

Like your father.

Just pray to God while washing your hands.

*muttering under my breath* Like what?

Dear Lord thank you for my crazy OCD granny?

Did you know that water, all water, every ocean, every sea, every little lake and stream

These are feminine energies

Look how powerful those goddesses are

The lack of water can bring armies

Of the strongest men to their knees.

Water is as worthy of worship as the sun.

Don’t forget. Recite these 18 names of Gita.

Gita, Ganga, Gayatri,

Sita, Satya, Sarasvati,

BrahmaVidya, BrahmVali

Trishanda, Muktagehini

Ardhramatra, Chidanandi

Bhawagnti, Bhaynashini,

Chira, Paraa, Anantaa

Tatvagyanmanjiri

These names are how I breathe they are still with me. I don’t think I ever remembered to stop reciting. As I wake, as I sleep, the four different High Schools I would be subjected to, the heartbreaks, the betrayals, my missteps, my inevitable fall from grace in the eyes of my family, every moment that should have otherwise been quiet or lonely, the chanting continues in my head like the waves in steady rhythms back reassuringly even after the most tumultuous storms of life.

Ingredients:

Good quality soap

Access to hot and cold water

Trimmed nails

No rings (or take them off and let them soak separately in sudsy water. Avoid wearing rings they are filthy dirt magnets. Real wedded Indian women wear mangalsutras, rings are for your toes. )

Attention to detail

A clean hand towel (change this out at least once a day, better yet keep a separate hand towel for yourself especially if guests are in your house. You don’t want others germs)

The Method:

Open the hot water tap

As it gathers steams

Add soap to your hands

Rub your hands together

Pour this sudsy water on the taps

To rinse off any germs others have left behind

Now the water should be steaming

Concentrate

You’re not just rubbing your hands together to create a foam, start intertwining your fingers, go over and over the back of your hands

flex each crease, the lines like rivers of destiny on your palms, your knuckles, your cuticles, this is where germs thrive,

Get under your nails,

Get under your skin,

Get under your nerves

And let the pain of hot water on your now red skin remind you that we are all born sinners in need of spiritual cleansing.

Move on to your wrists and work your way to your elbows.

Turn off the tap of hot water.

Now you can use cold water.

Wash your hands again in cold water.

The End.

Using the same amount of soap again or...

Yes! This is a question? We’re washing hands not playing in it! Wash to your elbows and let them drip dry in the sink. Turn the tap off using your wrists not your fingers. Take your clean, dry, thick towel and thoroughly pat down from elbows to finger tips. How much instruction do you need? You tell a donkey twice not a human.

*Triumphant*Done!

Aarey Bhagvaan bachaavo aa chokri thi!

Wait. What did I do wrong?

Hai Prabhu! You don’t even know? You just touched your face!

Again, now

From the beginning.

— Priya Ramesh Desai, 2020

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[swellwriting]

tagged by @kabeswaters​ and @fortisfiliae​ love u both sm <3 <3

1. on a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now? it fluctuates but right now -1 

2. describe yourself in a hashtag? #anxious

3. if you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be? JAKE MOTHERFUCKING GYLLENHAAL 

4. if your life was a musical, what would the marquee say? i dont know what that is hah

5. what’s one thing people don’t know about you? i guess some people don’t know i’m type one diabetic??

6. what’s your wake up ritual? uh phone, animal crossing, fruit loops, weed

7. what’s your go to bed ritual? I watch asmr videos cuz im usually high as fuck and they knock me out lol, or i watch tiktok or pillow talk with my bf nick.

8. what’s your favorite time of day? like 9 pm?

9. your go to for having a good laugh? my boyfriend always makes me laugh no matter how angry or upset i am so i’d talk to him uwu

10. dream country to visit? FRANCe specifically Paris oui oui with my french candian bullshit

11. what’s the biggest surprise you’ve ever had? when they announced 5sos was touring with one direction and i had tickets, never screamed so loud in my LIFE

12. heels or flats/sneakers? sneakers duh

13. vintage or new? vintage babey

14. who do you want to write your obituary? ME from the great beyond, the only other person who knows me well enouhg is nick and i love him but he is very stupid.

15. style icon? uh harry styles, devon lee carlson, halsey, bella hadid, tyler the creator some normal people whos style i LOVE  from insta are rebeccaramsdale , kehllie , kikalateefff , yourgirlneens , lilxmg !

16. what are three things you cannot live without? phone, insulin, art, music

17. what’s one ingredient you put in everything? probs vanilla or hotsauce, the only two flavours.

18. what 3 people living or dead would you want to make dinner for? my dead brother DJ, kurt cobain andddd ryan dunn from jackass what a weird mix.

19. what’s your biggest fear in life? loosing my senses, loosing control, the fear that i am not actually real and ... oh spiders.

20. window or aisle seat? window 

21. what’s your current tv obsession? think its gonna be adventure time again

22. favorite app? instagram or discord so i can talk to my friends uwu

23. secret talent? i can speak french and giberish

24. most adventurous thing you’ve ever done in your life? camping i guess?

25. how would you define yourself in three words? anxious, empathetic, creative

26. favorite piece of clothing you own? my vintage star wars shirt

27. a must have clothing item that everyone should have? blank tees, good quality blank tees!!! white black grey mhmhmh

28. a superpower you would want? i’d wanna be spidergirl

29. what’s inspiring you in life right now? nothing at all :(

30. best piece of advice you’ve received? my grade six teacher telling me that i was very empathetic as i was sitting at the back of the class crying because of the movie we were watching, she told me not everyone is empathetic like i am but its okay to be soft. but not to expect that from everyone else.

31. best advice you’d give your teenage self? teenage me was a mess but not messy enough that i’d change anything. i’d just say, things get better but im currently back in the state teenage me was in so...i’d be lying. maybe that wanting to kill yourself does not count as a personality trait - and start reading comics earlier cuz u really like them.

32. a book everyone should read? i read wack books, everyone on tumblr should read fangirl tho

33. what would you like to be remembered for? something i created

34. how do you define beauty? self expression and individuality 

35. what do you love most about your body? wait people love their bodies? not everyone was severly damaged by online diet culture and thigh gap era tumblr? weird ok

36. best way to take a rest/decompress? weed or bath or a movie

37. favorite place to view art? there is an art gallery in saskatchewan that i love, i was suposed to go there this summer before corona took over :(((

38. if your life was a song, what would the title be? either something short like “mellow” or fob style like “im so anxiuos all the time and nothing ever feels real and i dont know what im doing but somehow im doing pretty good while feeling prety bad and laughing through my tears lol.” or i’d steal “teen idle” by marina and the diamonds.

39. if you could master one instrument, what would it be? guitar or piano because im lame at both.

40. if you had a tattoo, where would it be? i want two moths above my knees rn

41 dolphins or koalas? neither

42. what’s an animal that represents you? im more of a pokemon, i think id be jigglypuff

43. best gift you’ve ever received? whenever nick buys me clothes from stussy or maybe infinity on high on vinyl.

44. best gift you’ve given? i bought nick the entire sin city comic series in one giant book.

45. what’s your favorite board game? monopoly

46. what’s your favorite color? yellow

47. least favorite color? that weird pinky purple

48. diamond or pearls? pearls

49. drugstore makeup or designer? colour pop and fenty

50. pilates or yoga? yoga

51. coffee or tea? tea

52. what’s the weirdest word in the english language? pumpernickle is my fav one.

53. dark chocolate or milk chocolate? MILK

54. stairs or elevators? stairs

55. summer or winter? summer, canadian winters are brutal.

56. you are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat? ur asking someone who has very specific comfort foods so i already do this - cheese bagel toasted with cream cheese and then toasted again to melt cheddar cheese on top. with a diet coke thats very important.

57. a dessert you don’t like? cheesecake 

58. a skill you’re working on mastering? im crazy so this is a lot but - writing , drawing and painting, polymer clay, sewing, resin art and pottery.

59. best thing to happen to you today? nothing

60. worst thing to happen to you today? the line at starbucks was too long and i had to get wendys instead, and a few other things i won’t mention.

61. best compliment you’ve ever received? whenever my mom says i remind her of my brother dj, when people say anything nice about my art or writing style. when people ask about my clothes. when my friend jess called me a “known softie” uwu

62. favorite smell? lavender

63. hugs or kisses? hugs

64. if you made a documentary, what would it be about? i’d talk about star wars for hours on end 

65. last piece of content you consumed that made you cry? of mice and men made me ball my fucking eyes out

66. lipstick or lipgloss? chapstickk

67. sweet or savory? sweet

68. girl crush? Zendaya

69. how do you know you’re in love? idk ive just always been in love with nick (since i was 15) before i even really knew what love was, i guess if the other person feels like home, you know ur doing something right.

70. a song you can listen to on repeat? nine in the afternoon by p!atd or a match into water by peirce the veil, over my head by fleetwood mac

71. if you could switch lives with someone for a day, who would it be? harry styles that mysterious fucker

72. what are you most excited for/about this time in your life? currently not looking forward to anything becase my life is super uncertain right now ha.. maybe the release of the chaos walking movie whenever that decides to happen.

tagging: i assume yall have been tagged in this already but just incase @beskarjedi @woakiees @bluemadcnna @carolinesbookworld  @theseuscmander and anyone else who wants to do this consider urself tagged.

#this said im depressed and i love my boyfriend #tag game #question game

[gringoslur]

Curious Beginnings: Mollymauk (Part 2)

I’m re-watching campaign 2 focusing in Mollymauk’s behavior and trying to analyze it. I don’t know i will continue this, or the reaction that this might get, but here it is. It’s a simple way to divide canon/fanon Molly that i enjoy doing, so just…you can read it and comment your opinions if you want. Sorry if there’s any mistakes or nonsense in my writing, english isn’t my first language. You will see titles that will summarize the content of the paragraph, so you can decide what u want to read.

Circus enviroment: The circus has began. Different races, different instruments, different actions. Molly is juggling two scimitars, and almost loses one in the march. I feel like even with 2 years in, he’s still training on “how to circus”. The about to be m9 group follows them. Matt mentions that the Crown’s guards are being wary of the circus people. With the amount of suspicious and mistrust that they had to deal daily, i’m not surprise that both Molly and Yasha have some things in their personalities that are quite unique, especially when both had such strange origins. Folks with memory loss being cared by misfits creates special individuals.

Group conversation (Molly, Yasha, Beau): I didn’t remember how this reunion happens. Beau starts so scream “Molly!! Molly, hey!!” and Molly answers with “Oh, it’s my favorites”. I will never not be sad about these two, about the chaotic potencial that they had. “It’s going to be great tonight!” and again, Yasha tries to copy him with “It’s gonna hav-it’s-it’s gonna blow you away…you’re gonna love it”’. I said that she copies him because it always happens when he starts to say something like that, which makes Yasha go like “oh now? now is the time to say that? ok lets go”, creating this deadpan hype. Beau, forgetting the bitter moment with the cards, continues to engage with Molly asking what are the best seats. Molly answers that he prefers the front, because “if something goes wrong, it’s nothing between you and whatever terrible bloody mess is going to happen. It’s just the best” he seems to be so into this idea that doesn’t realize that maybe ordinary people don’t want that (Beau: what???) honestly….fucking Mollymauk. He lives for the that, for the trill, for the adrenaline, for the risks without thinking about the consequences. Of fucking course that he’s gonna die first, and every phrase that he says sounds foreshadowing.

Work in the circus: Gustav interrupts them, not letting Yasha continue her “give me all ur weapons” talk. The work of the circus seems more spontaneous and messy than anything (Yasha continues the inspections inside). He sends them to “set up” but then changes his mind and sends Mollymauk to card duty because they are in need of change. The money talk is very important, is something that never leaves their mind it seems. Of course, when you are on the road and you have a lot of people in need of food and resources, that’s your main goal. Molly is used to this and just does what he says.

Cards duty, Mollymauk working: He has a small crowd around him, its not hard for him to gain attention. There’s a farmer asking for his 3-4 months cough. Molly seems insure, tries to calm this man attempting to convince him that he’s getting better. But when the man buys it, Mollymauk recommends him a tincture. “A tincture is a mix of alcohol, water, and herbs that have been steeped together for several weeks. The resulting liquid is an extract that supposedly can help with everything from sleep deprivation to migraines, depending on the specific herb’s healing properties. Tinctures can be made out of ingredients like chamomile, yarrow, and even marijuana and can be consumed though tea, a drop under the tongue, or a capsule”. He drops the act of the cards to recommend him a legic medicine that he probably uses and sends him to get that looked at. When the farmer insists on getting his answers from the cards, Molly even sounds frustrated but continues the farse and tells him that the cards say that he should go to a doctor. Molly is not so worried about this man, more annoyed than anything “Give me strenght”. I guess this happens often by the way that he handles it. “Platinum dragon be with you” this is the first time that we see him mention this deity that he worships in public.

Molly and Yasha (+ Jester): When Yasha tries to get a hold of the weapons, Molly assures them saying “she’s very trustworthy”. Listen the amount of support that these two give each other all the time in front of others is ridiculous. If i start to think about the amount of love and support that they give each other in private i’ll start crying. When Jester makes her pinky swear, Yasha looks uncomfortable and Molly whispers “oh my god” and gives that best-friend-look to Yasha. They totally talk shit about people all the time.

Beau and the limp: Beau and Jester try to convince them that Beau has a limp and needs the staff. Molly, not being the most educated, basically says “can you give me your staff and show me your limp? for my own entertaiment?” Beau recognizes the tone and gets defensive “are you patronizing me, Mollymauk?” and Molly, again, showing his perspective of the world and mindset with just one phrase says “no, i’m hoping that you’re going to patronize us”. So, here’s the truth. Or the truth about the truth in Mollymauk’s eyes. Beau knows she’s lying, Mollymauk knows she’s lying, everyone knows the truth and the lie in this situation. But Molly is not expecting to expose her farse with this tactic, he doesn’t need to show the truth to everyone or even see the truth himself. He’s waiting to Beau to fake the limp, to go further in her lie, to entertaint him. The truth? who cares. His own amusement? So valuable. The normal answer when you find out that someone is trying to trick you or lie to you, is get defensive, feel insulted and think that the other person thinks you’re an idiot. Molly’s mind doesn’t work like that at all. He is a peakcock, but not on this ego at least.

Molly and Yasha: After that, Mollymauk or Taelisin, i’m not sure, laughs about the Yasha-Beau moment. The homoerotism of the moment, you see. When Jester questions Yasha’s hability to keep everyones weapons, Mollymauk makes sure to say “She’s very good at this” (Yasha: “I’m very good at this”) I knew that these two always talked good about each other but i think that at this point i need to keep track of this because is both sweet and surprising, even if i’m *gasp* why i’m gasping i already knew this. Talking about Fjord’s falchon, Yasha says “is nice” and Molly agrees “is very nice”. I swear to god are they fucking twins or something?

Molly, Jester and cards: Molly grabs the cards in a “very especific order” and turns to Jester. “Tiefling to tiefling” and as a thank you, one on the house. The Moon and the Shadow. They mean something to Jester (supposedly). Does anything have a theory about this? Why did Mollymauk pulled out those cards and if it really meant something to Jester?

Beau and Molly: When Yasha starts to carry Beau, Molly screams “such grace! such form! such dignity!” I think that at this point he recognized what kind of relationship he could have with Beau and starts to create the atmosphere for it. I have more thoughts about it, but this is not the time, i will talk about this in the future.

Molly and Yasha about Jester: Yasha says that Jester is adorable, and Molly agrees. “Highly entertained” again, his entertainment is at least, one of the most valuables things for them. They both agree that they like her. From all the members, they focused on Jester. Was her attitude? the fact that she’s so friendly and from all of them, the one that could fit the most in the circus? Maybe is because she never showed any shady answer or look, but complete trust? Is because she is a tiefling? Maybe all the above?

Clarification: I’m not saying that the cast thought about all of this or that it all makes sense, but i can find a sense in all of it and thats one of the fun things about analyzing things like this. If you guys like this, i’ll continue. If you have any comments or things to add, please feel free

#molly analysis #.txt #critical role

[feral-anarchy]

The Etiquette of Roleplay

I've been working on this for a little while and i’m pleased with how its come out. These are the standard rules that I play by and I hope that others will read and learn from it as well to ensure that your experiences are just as enjoyable for not only yourself, but for those your interacting with too. 

Shoutout to @claudia-talks for inspiring me to do this with your super flattering message :D 

Here we go: 

This is probably the most important part- Be grateful that your getting a reply at all because if your thread participant/s are too slow for your liking, please consider that they may have real life, other duties, or other threads to reply to, too. Your thread may be plot-centric to your character, but not so plot-centric to their character. If a thread is progressing too slowly for your liking, you can always place it on hold or it and try again later or try it again with a different character or even suggest you drop your current thread for another one. 

But please bare in mind that sending a bunch of thread starters may just overwhelm the person your trying to play with, communication with the Mun behind the scenes in DM is always appreciated if not darn near a mandatory. 

Give Action: Note your character’s quirks, movements, body language, gestures, and so forth. Don’t overload your posts with action. Do remember that if your post is all thought and speech, there’s very little for the other writer to respond to. If you throw in a little bit of action into each roleplaying post, it makes the thread that much more interesting!

Respond To Action: If the other character made a move, action, or betrayed something in their body language (and your character was likely to notice), do respond! If their character stepped forward in their roleplaying post, perhaps your character steps backwards. Or — doesn’t, depending on the interaction. Make sure you’re not skipping over anyone else’s action that requires response, either — such as a handshake, high five, etc.

Dont Forget The Scenery: Especially in long threads, the scenery is sometimes neglected. If the characters are standing outside in a forest talking for hours, maybe the sun starts to set and they have to begin making their way home. This can change the flavor of the thread from simple idle chat to a real adventure — and a great way for two characters to bond. If the characters are sitting in the main camp tent late at night, perhaps a few NPCs join them for drinks and dancing?

Show Dont Tell: This is important in roleplaying and writing. Rather than telling your audience flat out how your character feels, you should show them instead.

So in short: What is your character doing with their hands/feet/body/other? Where are they? Outside, inside, by a fire, by a window, lounging with their feet up on someone elses head? What time is it? Is it dark or light? Are you underwater or in space? 

Is your character cold? Perhaps they are hot? Maybe they cant feel anything, whats that like? Give the other person something to go off on, something to react to. 

The glory is in the details, bulk up your posts- its not hard and can make for a much more enjoyable experience for everyone involved. 

Lame: “Azazel felt awful for what he had done.”

Better: “Azazel’s ears drooped and his eyes fell to the ground, unable to look at the other canine. The corners of his lips drooped in the beginnings of a frown, and when he opened his mouth to speak, he found shame had taken the words out of him.”

Even NSFW material can be SFW safe if you add in the correct details and neglect the ‘ehem’ finer points. Remember: Body check, surrounding check, words. It goes back to the above list; action, scenery, show dont tell. 

Try not to respond to every bit of speech. Give non-verbal responses — nods, stares, shakes of the heads, funny looks, waves of the hand, thumbs up, smiles, grins, shrugs, crossing of the arms, and so forth. This simplifies the thread and can help prevent awkward speech patterns between roleplaying characters.

Try not to overthink. Don’t immerse yourself completely in the character’s head. It’s great that she’s thinking of her dead parents in this somber moment, but it gives the other roleplayer very little to reply to. Make sure your post doesn’t consist solely of thought — it’s verydifficult to reply to.

Try not to overdo the action, either. Don’t over-stuff with action, changes, and alterations. A slight change of scenery, like the sun beginning to set, is great. A major shift — such as a cliffside cave beginning to flood — may not be so appreciated by the other rpger(s).

Don’t be over-controlling. It’s important not to entirely direct the course and flow of a thread. AKA God-Moding. Allow the other player to make some decisions, even if it’s an unplotted thread—this is easily done by leaving open-ended replies. For example, if two wolves are hunting a moose, the first character’s reply could detail their approach, the second could detail the selection of suitable prey, the third could detail the actual attack, so on and so forth. Each roleplayer gets to dictate a different part of the interaction and advance the storyline a little; it’s more fun for everyone this way. 

The sandwich method is a common strategy you can use to construct paragraphs within a paper and to prepare the elements of a particular paragraph. Clarity and unity are keys to well-constructed paragraphs. The sandwich method helps you frame a paragraph with introduction and conclusion statements that provide the "bun" for key points within the "meat/veggies" of the paragraph.

The sandwich method is my absolute favorite and you can see me implementing it on various threads if you happen to follow me. 

I strongly believe that if your going to make a post, you might as well make something worth the other person’s time. A give and take, if you will. 

Not only does the sandwich method help me bulk up a post, but it offers something for the next person replying to go off of so that they dont feel as if they are starting an entire thread all over in their reply. 

Basics

The sandwich method essentially uses a sandwich as a metaphor for the structure of a typical paragraph. The opening statement provides direction for the paragraph and mirrors the top bun of a sandwich. The middle, support statements provide details and mirror the meat and ingredients within the sandwich. A closing statement summarizes or ties up the content within the paragraph in the same way the bottom bun holds the sandwich together.

Top Bun -- Opening

The opening statement is a critical launching point for a distinct, clear paragraph. Each paragraph within a paper should touch on one key point. The opening is a general statement that frames the subject of the paragraph. In a paper outlining top strategies to find a job, you might start a paragraph on networking with the sentence “Carl’s sandwiches are the best sandwiches in all of New York." This statement introduces the topic of sandwiches and leaves the reader asking "Why?"

The Meat -- Detail Statements

The meat of the paragraph is made up of supporting, evidential or detail statements that answer the reader's question about the topic sentence. They clarify or give evidence to support the main point. In supporting the networking topic statement, you could have a second sentence stating "Carl’s has won multiple awards for best sandwich in the national championship sandwich making competitions." A third sentence could build on this with "Not to mention ive been coming here for years and I absolutely love them so they have my stamp of approval." Both of these sentences speak to the reader's "Why?" question.

Bottom Bun -- Conclusion

Interestingly, a concluding statement in a paragraph is considered optional, though a missing bottom bun on a sandwich would likely make a mess. In the conventional sandwich paragraph, the last sentence wraps up the paragraph's topic or summarizes its key points. If you have an especially short paragraph with just two to four sentences, a conclusion isn't necessary. In a typical paragraph with five to seven statements, it makes more sense. In the sandwich example, your bottom bun statement could say "While you can look up the awards and take my word for it, your always welcome to try them out yourself and make your own conclusion- here, lets go grab some for lunch."

Once again, please remember that we are all people- we have lives and cannot always be here to play. Do not send threats or hate or hurtful messages. Communication behind the scenes with any and all Muns you play with is key to creating a wonderful story together that will bring both of you joy- Thats why we do it. No one is getting paid for this (and if you are lucky you and where do I sign up?)

Now go forth and PLAY! :D

#How to roleplay #rpg #tips and tricks #sandwich method #how to write #Feral's writing method #etiquette

[moseswilhelm]

Now that you’re all gone, I’ve got a few squishy bits to air out. I don’t feel normal. Whether that means quirky or broken or eccentric depends on the day or hour or seconds between the particular anxiety of waiting on someone to respond to a long string of text. Internally, I’ve cycled between deciding if I am alien, demon, mutated evolution, a plaything of God, a challenge, or just plain old mentally ill. We can guess the healthier option, but there isn’t much use or fun using that.

Knowing you’ve lacked socialization in your youth doesn’t really mean much in trying to solve that problem in the same way that knowing you were just shot won’t help close the wound. What I am trying to say is I wasn’t socialized when I was young and that consistent distant feeling from your peers comes from that.  Hearing that you think differently, or have an interesting brain is a nice little compliment albeit a little condescending. Unfortunately, you can’t really monetize excellent explanatory metaphors without the true meat and potatoes of capitalist society: focus. Arguably, effort and hard work and all that, but the measurement of how much you’ve put into something gets a bit blurred when you’ve somehow acquired detail knowledge of the economic turmoil that initiated the Pontic Wars. Someone please give me money for that. Easily an entire week got a bit lost in trying to understand centralized economies in the classical era and not one person paid me. Outrageous. I think writing was my way of trying to accomplish that level of usefulness that we are all trying to achieve. I knew that whatever I went through as a kid helped me develop an approach to understanding things in a unique way, but this is arguably not even useful to myself let alone the world as a whole. Unfortunately this hobby/career is top tier ADD nightmares and require a level of focus and drive comparable to Stephen King just ripped on coke. I neither have the proclivity for weird child orgies and dog monsters or coke.  Well thats a lie, coke suits me just fine but my scantron has enough bubbles filled out and I’m already late turning in my “how much of a trainwreck are you” buzzfeed quiz.  I see you, red squiggly telling me that “thats” needs an apostrophe. Fuck off, this is art and I refuse to change. Hey, what do you think happens when you’re told that confidence has to come before... y’know... actually being proud of yourself? Arrogance and self-absorption, obviously. You learn very quick that empty confidence is just as meaningless as no confidence, so to kind of fake it you have to really inflate things you have no right inflating and they are inflated on a scale comparable to those around you. Which is arrogant! Its awful! People can do different things at different levels and still be valid! Confidence is valued at an extremely high level to the point where the confidence to present yourself is a bit more important than the character you are supposedly proud of... evidenced plenty by the folks in the public eye known specifically for their charisma and yet somehow failing to actually be a person worth being around. That said, it can get tangled up in actually being proud of yourself. Shocking, I know, but you can’t really lump people who have characters worth being proud of to those just decent at faking it.  Faking it. I know imposter syndrome is a thing. I am certainly not really alone in the concept of “oh god I’m faking it” so I won’t really pretend I have some magic insight on the concept (I’m lying I’m absolutely going to present myself as someone with Answers welcome to the fucking show) but when does “holding it together” and “how you present yourself” become imposter syndrome.  “Hi this is me who has to be this way in order to balance between seeming different enough to stand out but not so different that you feel disgusted at the concept of change, nice to meet you” I mean what the fuck is a person anyways. Thats not a question. Not even a rhetorical one so if you answered aloud in your head I’m sorry but my psyche is not emotionally prepared for audience participation right now so clam up. Finding yourself is always a precarious as hell phrase because that often means one of two things: 1. Learning not to care about how others feel about who you are, despite all evidence of existence point out that this is the absolute most important aspect of your life 2. Presenting the parts that you were afraid to present to people.  Look, I get it, you can’t please everyone and I’m not really here to talk about how to please anyone. In fact, I’m not even here. This is a lucid dream you’re having in your chair and shortly you’ll wake up and not remember if you were sleeping at all. Its fine, you’re fine.  You have to please someone though. I think we underestimate the value of the tutorial level of life regarding this. You are given a set amount of people who are, usually, just going to be pleased by your existence. This always sets up your expectations of how that looks, how it feels, and how important it is. I mean imagine if right now I decided to criticize the immense value society puts on children. You’d hate my fucking guts! “Look at this asshole, kids deserve to be cared for” To be clear I don’t disagree with that. I think a lot of the current “you are valid” rhetoric is based on the concept that adults deserve to be cared for as well. This sorta rounds off my point that attention and reassurance is an important part of being cared for. In my opinion, this gets overlooked very often in favor cheap performative actions like hitting a heart button and oh my god I’m like a baby boomer writing for the new york times okay hold on I promise this isn’t a cynical criticism of millennials.  People want to be heard. Importantly, people want to be understood. Spicy hot fucking take. Its a bit more than “this person knows who I am” although thats precisely how its framed. People want to be cared for, and this means knowing the... other person knows who they are caring for. Ah holy shit this is why I use metaphors.  You have a snickers bar and you are hungry. Congration, you done it. Its the middle of the day and you never had any breakfast and frankly your bank account could use a break from pleasuring Starbuck’s atm reader so you somehow found the last snickers bar in a box you bought off of impulse bought off of Amazon and immediately regretted because it was gone two days later. Or so you thought. As you threw away the cardboard you hear the tell-tale tumble of a forgotten rod of peanuts and caramel that must have gotten jammed in the back of this thing. It was, however, 7am and you had to get to work and maybe having bubbleguts while dealing with people is not your recipe for a good day so you throw it into your purse or bag or whatever the fuck and move on.  “Lunchtime” rolls around and as you do the mental gymnastics required to find the conclusion that food=energy in between bouts of fury over why your workday insists on starting at 8am and how you can’t seem to cope with falling asleep early enough for that not to matter, you remember your snickers bar. Reaching into whatever bag you put it and coming to the horrifying dread of realization that you left this bag in your car in fucking July, you find the sweet sugared respite in a corner. Squeezing it a bit just to test, you are surprised to not find it in the horrible (and yet delicious) state of melted confectionary. Your stomach grumbles a bit as you fidget with the perforated candy wrapper, vaguely thinking to yourself that it might be interesting to read the ingredients as you eat this thing like that isn’t going to fill you with inexplicable Eldritch dread. Nobody needs to know they are ingesting something that might have been made in a facility that also processes every other nut you can think of, delightfully shortened into “tree nuts”. I wonder if anyone has cross referenced all the allergen warnings to deduce which candies are made in the same factory, or if that information is just freely available. What if we kissed in the snickers production facility??? haha jk but...? Anyways, as your mind cycles through a list of stale memes you manage to unsheath this uncut chocolate delight from its wax(???) plastic prison and proceed to take your first, and arguably best, bite into this lunch.  Your teeth sink softly into it, as you would expect. In fact, expectations haven’t really filtered into your skull soup you call a brain, so all manner of things can just slip through your recognition. Not this, however. Instead, fireworks of electric signals screaming “BITTER POISON” shock your brain from its previous state of vaguely functioning. Now you truly see the color of light, feel the air cocooning your skin, the squirm of your organs in your belly. Full panic ensues. You are not human, you are animal, and you have taken in a poison thing.  You spit it out right there on your lap.  You stare at the sad and ruined chocolate mutant nestled grossly in between your legs as your brain high fives itself for saving your life before frantically scouring your subconscious for whatever Vine gives it enough dopamine to not just fucking kill yourself right here. What happened? The fugue of panic washes your perceptions with a mixture of justifications for this travesty. It probably just went bad, but that didn’t taste spoiled (you consider yourself a mild expert having scraped clean many an old collection of halloween candy collections in August the year after the fact) so maybe it melted and rehardened? Baking stuff is weird so maybe that broke down some of its components. You pick it up (holy shit that is slimy. Of course its slimy, just touch it) and its insides look fine. I mean, how often do you examine the insides of a partially chewed bite of snickers? No weird colors. The remaining chocolate lasagna brick also looks exactly what you’d thought it be.  You jokingly think to yourself that maybe you had a stroke but despite the apparent hilarity of that possibility you do the smile thing in the selfie camera of your phone. Everything seems fine, but now you’re getting mad that some turn of events has just ruined your perfectly good slab of sugar and fat that surely would have made the rest of the day bearable (and full of indigestion) Now that is a metaphor. 

[eerythingisshaka]

#Fictober Day 28

“I felt it.  You know what I mean.”

(Undead!Erik x Black!Reader)

Word Count: 9k

Warnings: Violence, smut

“FUCK EVERYTHING!!”  You say as you toss your phone aside.  

It had been five weeks since your situationship called things off, and you were desperately looking for reprieve in the app life.  However, Tinder, Plenty of Fish, Bumble, Black People Meet, and digging through your old schoolmates on Messenger was coming up dry, dull, and completely disgusting to you.  If people weren’t being plain boring or curving you, they were breadcrumbing, catfishing, and tryna have they cake and eat it too.  You didn’t have time for none of that!  Why was it so hard to find a quality guy that could also bust you open on a regular basis?  You were good looking thick melanin goddess, with a good job, own place, all you  wanted was companionship.  

You pull out a bottle of Hennessy and get to sipping to try and feel at least a little bit good and lit.  As your body warmed up and your mind got hazy, you start to look through the internets typing random stuff into Google about how to find a good man.  The lists telling you to ‘Be yourself’, ‘Don’t be afraid to make a move’, and ‘show him respect’ made you want to throw your shit out of the window.  You went out, you were yourself, and sharing your time was the most respectful thing you could do for someone.  But the pickings were dustier than the skeletons in their closet.  

Sitting back with your drink, you turn to your TV and see Queen of the Damned being played.  Aaliyah looks amazing as the sinister title character, complete with embellished crown and bustier, gyrating and hissing at her seduced followers.  You wish it was that easy, but of course, you weren’t Aaliyah, or a Queen of the Darkness.  

A thought sparks your mind gears as you consider a new inquiry in your search bar.  Scrolling through you find all kinds of creepy looking websites boasting incantations, spells, voodoo, and witchcraft that can bring your most desired mate to fawn after you eternally.  Some required too much:  hoof of a deer, venom from a snake, head of a chicken.  No way in hell would you consider massacring and animal for something you were only curious about.  

One website got intrigued as it seemed a bit more reasonable in its requests, and it was headed by a Black woman from New Orleans who looked like your great aunt.  ‘A spell for renewed bliss’ was the title.  All you had to do was get a dead rose, a mirror, a bottle of liquor, a piece of clothing that is important to you, a match, and a Bible.

You grabbed the decayed bouquet that was gifted to you on your last date with what’s his name.  And you hadn’t finished your Henny yet, so that would do.  You grabbed a mirror, a match (and some weed cuz fuck it), a pair of panties that always got you some good good, and the Holy Book.  And you knew exactly where you wanted to go to try this out.

You take 30 min drive out along a secluded, barely lit road that led to the outskirts of town.  You didn't make a habit of visiting cemeteries in  the middle of the night, but you were feeling Henny bold.  You were bored on a saturday with a broken pussy and no one to fuck with, so why not try the other world niggas.  You pull up through the gates slowly and drive along the rocky driveway until your headlights illuminate the section number you were looking for.  

Getting out of your car, you pull your jacket around you tighter as your phone lit you path while you carried your bag of ingredients.  It was the marker closest to the wall, a small stone, cheaply made as he didn't have any family.  The marker reads “Erik Stevens".  You had heard of him from the news. He caused a raucous in Wakanda and practically took over the world until he was killed.  His body was sent back to America but no one could claim him, so the Wakandans gave him a basic burial.

You kneel on the grass in front, opening the bottle of Hennessy to take a swig.  You look around you as an owl hoots in the background, sending chills down your spine, but you weren't turning back now.  You wanted some entertainment, and the spirit world better not disappoint

The mirror was propped up to face you, and the rose was to be burned and scattered in the bottle of alcohol you brought.  You pour some of the concoction on the crotch of the underwear you brought and lay it across a corner of the gravestone.  Sitting back, you spark up your joint and crack the Bible open.  

“So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them.  Entreat me not to leave you, Or to turn back from following after you; For wherever you go, I will go; And wherever you lodge, I will lodge; Your people shall be my people, And your God, my God. Where you die, I will die, And there will I be buried.  Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy is fierce as the grave. Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate." You read, ominously.  

“Shit, thats dark.” You whisper as you take a drag and savor the high you were feeling.  Looking at the stars in the sky, you were so taken by their beauty you almost forgotten about the task at hand.  Completely entranced by the twinkling nature, you don't notice the disturbance in the grass between your feet.  You swipe at the tickle near your ankle, judging it to be a bug until it felt bigger and more solid and grabbed you back.

You shake your foot casually until you look down and see a dirty hand.

“Ohhh SHIT!!  What the fuck-- Get off!”  You scream as you yank your ankle from its grasp and crab walk backwards from the grave.

You watch in horror as the arm extends out in the air, studded with scarification marks.  The hand is grasping for leverage creepily until it gets the grass.  You can see the stress in its knuckles as it prepares to pull.

You toss your blunt, shaking your head and pinching yourself.  “This can’t be happening!  This gotta be one of those ‘I had too much chocolate before bed’ dreams.”

Soon as your theorized that, the other hand busted out of the ground, clawing at the grass as the earth between the two started to become disturbed.  

“Oh, fuck this!”  You yell as you jet to your car.  Getting in you push to start the engine, putting it in drive.  You had no idea how to get out of the cemetery besides the way you came in, so you forced the car in reverse.  Backing into the grass, you desperately turn the steering wheel with all your might to right yourself in the appropriate direction before putting it in drive.  Once you did, you looked up through your windshield and what you saw made your body run cold.

Standing before you was the man you thirsted after in your dreams, day and night.  The man who was once dead, and looks like everything but now.  

Besides being covered in dirt remnants, Erik Stevens looked as good as the day he died.  Scars along his entire body, muscles permeating from under his melanin; with the addition of the stab wound T’Challa gave him that caused his death...and he was naked.  

He had his head down, locs shielding his face, breathing heavily until his head started to rise to look at you.  He stood there expressionless and you weren’t sure what to do.  Run him over?  Call the police?  Call a Priest?  Leave an unsatisfactory Yelp review for the auntie’s website that made you do this in the first place?

You were as frozen as he was, forgetting to breathe as you stared at him.  No way he could actually see you in the car with the headlights on but his gaze matched yours perfectly.

Suddenly his nostrils flared, eyes bucking, fist clenched, his expression menacing.  “AAAGGHHH!!”  He roars at you, before booking it out of the cemetery.  

“Where the fuck is he going?”  You watch as he books it to God knows where.  You hit the gas and go after him.  He is running along the gravel road, skin to the wind like a madman.  He’s fast, but you catch up to him.  

“Erik!  ERIK!!  The hell you goin?!”  You yell out the rolled down passenger side window.   He looks at you and lands a kick against your car that sends it swerving into the other lane as a car come toward you.  Your jaw clenches as you turn the car in the correct lane and hit the brakes. The oncoming car passes you, honking and flipping you off as it goes by you but you’re way too rattled to care. You look in your rearview to see if there are any cars coming before you back up to look where Erik turned into.  Stopping the car, you get out, yelling his name once more, but he was long gone in the woods.  You hold your head in dread as you think about how you just resurrected a problematic man and set him loose , naked and angry into the city.  Walking back to your car, you noticed the sizable dent in the side of your car caused by his foot.  

“Oh, I’m finding this damn nigga.”  You say to yourself fuming as you try to open it, to no avail.  

You are almost home before you notice that the gas on your tank was pointed to the E.   You had less than ten miles to the tank before it became empty.  Luckily your house was not that far from the gas station in your neighborhood so you made your way there.  Paying for your gas in store, you pick yourself up some chips, a tea, and personal pepperoni pizza from the kitchen, hot and ready.  

Walking outside, you put your goods on your seat and get the nozzle to pump.  

“The hell you doin out here lookin like that?!”

You hear some commotion on the far side of the parking lot.  A couple of OGs were looking in an area behind the gas station.  

“Boy, is you stupid or sum’n?  The hell your clothes out, nigga?!  Getcha ass beat round here for that kinda shiet!”

You stop pumping and walk a little closer to get a better view.  All you saw was back and ass sitting on a rock.  You run back to your car to get the extra blanket in your car and the pizza.  

“Aye y’all!  Move on, now.  Ain’t nuthin to see!”  You yell at the graying and drunken street guys watching.

Erik turns at the sound of your voice, and you talk to him gently.  “Hey, Erik.  It’s aight.  You hungry?  I know your ass hungry, come on.”

He slowly gets up, walking to you as you try to keep your eyes on his civil areas.  His expression was hard as he looked you a moment before snatching the pizza from your hand.

“Uh!  Chill the fuck out, Erik.  I don’t give a fuck what grave you crawled out of, you better be respectful!”  You throw the blanket around him as he practically shoves the whole pizza in his mouth at once.

“Aye, girlie!  He botherin you or som’n?”  The OGs come up beside you.  

One of them goes to point a finger in his face, that instantly gets bent backwards, sending him on the ground, writhing in pain.  Erik grabs the other up by the throat as he begs for air.

“Erik!  Put them down!  Stop right now!”  You push him and grab at his arm to put the man down.  Erik flings you away from him, making you roll across the asphalt.  You get up slow as Erik begins to cause a scene, someone is calling the police.  

“Erik!  You still hungry?”  you ask desperate to get his attention from the man as he turns blue.

Erik looks at you dropping him, and walking your way.  He picks you up, shaking you for food.

Your head knocks as he rattles you, but you gain your bearings enough to smack him across his face pretty good.  He drops you on the ground, holding his cheek, fire in his eyes.

You get up quickly, backing towards the car.  “You don’t get no damn food if you attack, Erik!  You hear me!  You’ll starve and go right back to wherever the hell you came from if you come for me!”  You say with as much authority as you could muster.  Erik stops his stampede towards you, huffing with rage.  

You start to hear sirens in the distance.  “You gotta come with me though.  Get in the damn car Erik.  Now!”  

You start the engine up and put it in drive waiting for him to make his move.  He stares at you with the same blankness as he had in the cemetery.  The OGs were still rolling on the ground around him and you prayed they would not put a hunt out for Erik.  Finally, after what felt like forever, he comes to your car.  You forgot the passenger door wasn’t working because of him, but before you could get out and tell him to go in the back, he rips it open and gets in.  You look at him as he stares you down.  It wasn’t until you got in the enclosure of your car before you smelled him.  

“Damn!  You really were a corpse!  You gettin a bath first man.”  You groan in disgust as you start the car and make it out to the street.  

Erik’s nostrils glare, clenching his fists.  “And I don’t give a damn FUCK about a tantrum, nigga.  I could leave you out here to be a hashtag out here in the parking lot.  You know the cops wouldn’t mind.  Have some sense, I’m tryna help you.  But attack me and you as good as dead!”  

Erik was thinking, you could tell.  He might not have had oxygen in his brain for a while, but he still knew what he was doing.  He sits back, taking your instruction.

Once you all get to the house, you get him inside and head for the bathroom.  “Don’t sit on anything, touch anything, do anything!  I was serious, you are bathing first!”

You run the shower and hand Erik a towel.  “I hope you remember how to bathe.  I ask for a man and so far, I have became a mother to you.  What if the cops got you?”

Erik goes in the kitchen stepping right into the shower, letting the water run over his body, the water pooled around his feet is a muddy brown.

“Take the washcloth, and clean off ALL that dirt.  You cannot sit on my furniture with a dirty body.”

Erik stands in one spot, not saying a word, and not moving a muscle.

You roll your eyes, and decide you have to feed him the steps.  “Here. Soap?” You squeeze some soap out on the washcloth.  “Water?”  You put the washcloth in his hand and run water over it.  Then you place his hand on his chest to make a lather.

“Waaaassshh.” You say, nodding your head as he watches the suds appear and dirt disintegrate.  

Erik looks annoyed at you, but that’s been his default since you picked him up.   You leave him to figure himself out as you sit down and open your laptop.  The stress of your situation was hitting you with a ferocity beyond your control.  What if someone got your license plate number?  And he wouldn’t be a hard suspect to find out in the open.  Six foot, Black man with scars all over his body?  And you would go down for aiding and abetting!

You try and look over the website that gave your the resurrection ingredients and hope there is a reverse to it.  You decide to email the Madame, praying she replies soon.

Erik comes out with the towel resting around his neck, body dripping wet and soapy in some parts.

You get up in a huff.  “Gatdammit!  Get back in there!  I don’t believe you washed up for real, but you certainly did not rinse.  You need to cover yourself.”  You snatch the towel from around Erik’s neck, tying it around his waist.  Erik flinches, rubbing the heat on the back of his neck.  

“Rinse off!  I’ll get ya some clothes!”  

As Erik pads away, you look through what you call the “Box of Bullshit” to find Erik something that he could wear.  The dude from your situationship left a lotta stuff in your closet and drawers, yet he didn’t have a single understanding of commitment, but that was neither here nor there.  You find a simple white tee and some sweatpants and socks.  Going back to the bathroom, you crack the door open and toss the clothes in.  “I hope you know how to dress yourself.”  YOu yell through the door.

As you do some more research, Erik comes out clothed, despite the shirt being inside out and backwards.  You also remind yourself to get him some underwear at the drugstore; if him being an undead being wasn’t bad enough to be a target, that dickprint would call him out quick.

Erik stands there staring at you, letting out a grunt.

You look up at him.  “What?”

Erik sits down next to you, takes one of your typing hands and rubs it on his stomach.  

Snatching it back you yell at him.  “Aiiiight, dang!  Nigga, Imma need you to learn words again, quick!  This sign language sit is not what I’m built for.  I’ll order some food, but you finna need to earn your keep soon if you layin up here.”  You pull up the website for Little Cesar’s to order some $5 Hot-N-Readys.  

Erik looks at your screen and groans pitifully.  “Uh...I know you are not being picky?  Nigga, this is MY money.  If I’m paying, you’re getting something quick and cheap.  Your first word you speak to me better be ‘thank you’.”

When the order is placed you get up to get your jacket.  “Now look.  I have to go get the shit, but the block is too hot for you, so if you can stay here, not touch no shit, that would be helpful.  Yes?”

Erik gives you his usual annoyed look.  “Great!  The food oughta be good motivation to be good.”

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Stepping out of the Little Ceasar’s with two Hot-N-Readys, you get your keys out to open your car, dropping them in the process.  

“Lemme get that for you, baby.”  A guy comes up to get your keys from you.

You’re hesitant but play it cool.  “Oh, thank you.”  You hold your hand out for the keys but the guy keeps a hold of them in his hand.  

“What’s your name?”  He asks, smiling with a black tooth.  

You had no time at all for this Uncle trying to talk to you.  You place the pizzas on the hood of your car.  “I don’t give that to strangers sir.  Give me my keys.”

He kisses his gnarled teeth.  “Aww, come on.  I don’t bite or nothin…”  He steps in front of you reaching for your waist.  You step back towards to the door of Little Cesar’s.  

“Give me my damn keys!”  You say with more bass.

He gives you a sour look and tosses them on the ground.  As you pick them up and open your door, soon as you get the pizzas in, he gets by the back of your hair.  

“You think you the shit, bitch?  Fuckin whore and worth the spit out my mouth.”

You struggle against his grip until you twist your body to jab him in his genitals.

“FUCK!”  He exclaims, teetering backwards in pain.  

You jump in your car and peel out the parking lot as soon as possible.  How was this night starting off as some toxic selfcare and fun to this?  You promise to never drink and research voodoo ever again.  

You notice some bright headlights in your rearview mirror and adjust to try and see the driver, but no luck.  You were on a straightway, so you couldn’t turn off and you were almost home.

Pulling up to your spot, the car pulls up behind you as well.  Soon as you get out with the pizzas, that same uncle came out his car limping.  

“I told your fuckin ass!  You ain’t nuthin.  You oughta be glad I’m talkin to your raggedy ass!”  You trot up to your door, messing with the keys until the door opens.  Erik is standing there ready to eat.

“Fuckin bitch!”  the uncle yells.

This catches Erik’s attention as he begins to walk past.  

“No, Erik! It's food! Take the food!” you remind him in vain.

The uncle sees Erik coming towards him and stops in his tracks. “Oh shit. Uh, I don't mean nothin by it sir, just a misunderstanding.”

Erik keeps coming.  

“Erik, don't fucking hurt him. I swear on everything!” you scold him.

But Erik walks past him, causing some relief to wash over the uncle.  But the sound of bent metal, made him jump.

Erik has a grip on the passenger side door, before ripping it off its hinges and smashing it like a ball of paper, glass shattering all over.  He tosses the remnants in the car, and punches the windshield in, busting it for good measure.  

“Oh, brotha, come on! I didn't even do nothin!”

Erik points in the distance, signaling for him to get the hell outta dodge. Which uncle obliges quickly.  

Once he is gone. Erik comes back over to you l, looking intently all over your face and body.  You hand him the pizzas.  “He didn't do nuthin.  I hurt him more than he could.” you say walking inside.

Erik lets out a sound that almost sounded like a laugh, so you assume he approved.  You plop on the couch, exhausted.  

“You need a drink, there's water.  I ain't got nuthin else.”

Erik sits on the couch, fisting slices of pizza into his mouth.

“Chew! It aint gonna run away!” you roll your eyes.  “You so extra.”

As Erik chews, you reach for his locs, studying them, dirty and overgrown.  

“Remind me to retwist your shit.  Lookin like a wilderness man aint cute.”  

You get up to go get him a paper towel from the cabinet, and the door hangs off the hinge.

“Shit!  I thought I fixed that!”  You prop the door closed and give Erik one.

The rest of the evening, you spent searching for answers to you right your creation against the laws of nature, coming up short.  The FBI would have a field day with your search history.  Erik just sat still on the couch, watching the TV.  You didn’t want to go back to your room so you could keep an eye on him, but you certainly couldn’t stay awake all night.

The next morning you get up, stretching out the crook in your neck.  Erik was nowhere around you.  You get up, becoming frantic as you get up to look outside your door, hoping he hadn’t gone far.  Turns out he was just on the steps, looking up at the sky.  You go outside to join him, looking down at the sidewalk.

“Erik, did you sleep?”  He shakes his head no.  “Can you?  Sleep?”  He shakes his head no.  You study his profile, he looks a little sad.  “Are you hungry?”  He shakes his head no.  “Well, I got a spare toothbrush for you.  Use it, and I’ll do your hair, aight?”

He nods, getting up to do as he was told.  You take a moment to look at the sun, wondering what the hell you were going to do.

You join Erik in the bathroom as he is rinsing his mouth.  He looks a little more alive today, less like he is an alien that is new to Earth.

“Get on your knees, I’m going to wash your hair out in the tub.”  You get the shampoo and conditioner ready as you start the water.  Erik gets down leaning his head over, looking back at you curiously.  

“Don’t worry, I won’t drown you.”  You say as you guide his head under the lukewarm water.  You watch dirt remnants go down the drain as you massage his scalp gently.  You feel his back relax under your arm as he enjoys the attention.

“Mmmm.”  Erik groans.

“That’s nice huh?  Don’t get used to it, you say, jabbing him in his side playfully.  Erik flips his head back, splashing lather and water all over you.

You jump, only able to stare at him in awe.  “You have to be kidding me.  ERIK!”  You splash him with water back.  “Now I’m drowning your ass, put your head back down!”

Erik wouldn’t comply.  Instead he picks you up and holds your entire body in the stream of the water, before letting you go to run away.  

“Erik!  Gatdammit!”  You turn off the water, stepping out of the shower damp.  You were down for playing but he was too rough!  You change your clothes and go sit on the couch to watch some shows.  Erik went outside and came peeking through the front door.

“You either in or you out, boy.  Don’t matter to me none!”

Erik comes inside.  “And don’t sit on my couch with a wet head, go rinse your own damn hair!”

Erik kisses his teeth.  “Ohhh, and you gettin smart!  Walk your ass on somewhere then, I don’t really care!  You got one more time, try me!  Nobody playin!”  

Erik gives you that annoyed glare but skulks to the bathroom, running water.  

When he comes out, he’s got a towel on his head and products on his hands.  Your feet are propped on the table, which he moves from under you without regard.

“Erik, what’re you doing?”  He sits in front of your legs, backing up into you.  “Uh, uh.  You don’t want me to do shit for you, cuz you wanna play.  I ain’t playin right now!”

Erik leans his head back looking up at you, eyes all wide, jaw tight.

You roll your eyes, smacking the side of his face gently.  “Aight then, get up.”  You part your legs for Erik to squeeze between.  He was so wide, it was a bit of a problem.  But you start to get to work.

Drying his hair a little more, you get to talking to him.  “My name is (Y/N), by the way.  I know you can’t talk yet, or ever, but...that’s my name.”

Erik nods slightly, giving a grunt of approval.  

While you twist him up, you figure you can ask him a few yes or no questions.  “Erik, do you think you are alive?”

Erik  reaches his hand out for you, taking your hand and placing it against his chest.  You couldn’t feel a heartbeat, and checking the area near his jugular confirms that.

“Wow, do you feel dead?”

Erik shrugs.

“Do you remember dying?”

Erik is still for a moment before he nods slightly. “Yeah, I remember hearing about it.  I wasn’t completely mad about you, just mad for you.  It wasn’t fair the hand you were dealt, but you got a little outta hand.  Like, not too long ago even.”  You say referring to the OGs he choked up in the parking lot and the car he destroyed.

You couldn’t see his face but you felt an eye roll from him.  “Come on, Erik.  You said your were gonna kill any and everybody who stood in the way of your plans.  You can’t make those kinds of declarations and come out smelling like roses.  Shit’s dirty man.”

Erik holds his hand up, moving his hand like it's talking.  “Uh, you want me to shut up?  Please, you not listening is what did you in.  You shoulda been talkin to people instead of being led by a blind fury.  Mayne you not talkin now is a poetic justice.”

You finish up his hair and leave him to admire your work in the mirror.  Just then your phone gets a text.  It’s the guy from your situationship.  

You freeze, not sure what the hell to do.  You go to the box of his crap in the corner and go to get it.  “Uhh, Erik.  Imma need you to stay here again, ok!  I’m going out again.”

Erik steps from the mirror, looking at you with a hand on his stomach.  “Oh, uh, I-I’ll pick up something.  Then we gotta talk-- or, whatever.  Cuz we gotta figure out what to do with you.  You look more presentable so maybe we can figure out how to get you somewhere to be or work or somethin.”  You rush out the door as your mind was focused on other things, leaving Erik to his own devices.  

You pull up to his spot, sitting for a second to collect yourself before getting out.  Box in hand, you go to knock.  

He opens the door, still looking like how you left him.  A handsome pain in your ass.

“I figure you wanted this stuff back too, since we talkin now.”  You say, shoving the box in his arms.

He looks you up and down, scoffing.  “Oh, miss thing got a backbone?  Or somethin stuck up your ass, one.”

“Ty, I ain’t tryna hear it from you, ok?  You breadcrumb the shit outta me and then dip.  Now you got somethin to tell me, so what the fuck is it?”

He puts the box down before leaning on the doorframe.  “I wanted to see you, just one more time.”

“So you officially through with me?  That’s funny cuz I been done with you!  No problems to my name!”  You say, boldface lying.

“Nah, I figure you wouldn’t even want to deal with me no more.  I treated you shitty, I get that but I couldn’t handle a good woman.  I just didn’t know your were until I didn’t have you.”

You fold your arms, your anger beginning to falter.  “Yeah, cuz you...you ain’t shit, Ty.”

“That’s what happens when you take ‘the’ out of it.  You were my meaning, without you, I’m shit.  You my ‘the’.”

You hated him.  You couldn’t stand that pretty face talking with that pretty mouth giving you that sexy stare.  Before you knew it, you were on top of him, making out on his couch.  You felt sick, but he wanted you, he said so.  This didn’t have to be the end, you all can start anew since it is sure that both of you want a real thing.

His phone rings as you reach for his belt buckle.  “(Y/N), lemme take this real quick.”

You whine, “Come on.  I’m ready for you now!”

Ty lifts you off of him before running for his phone.

“Hello?  Yeah, no it’s fine.  Oh for real?  Ok, let me know what the cost is.”  He looks at you apologetically.  “Oh, wait, baby I don’t wanna talk to her right n--  Hey Mom!  Yeah, no your daughter is amazing!”  You expression falls flat as you dry up hearing the conversation continue.  “Yes she is beautiful.  I am lucky to have her for my….future wife.”

This was your cue to get up and get on.   You are out the door as he is hanging up.  “Baby, come on.  It ain’t like it sounds!”

“A WIFE, TY??  You getting married, married?  And you were just kissing me on your couch?”  You get in your car, and he leans talking through your window.  “Aww, now don’t be like that.  You’re my meaning, remember!  My the!”

You stare at him through your window, seething.  “Get THE fuck off my car.”  You peel off, hoping you got his feet.

You pull up to your place, feeling worse for wear, seeing Erik sitting on the stairs reminded you that he needed to eat.  

YOu curse under your breath as you walk past him inside.  I’m making you something.  I don’t feel like going out again.”  YOu go in the kitchen, banging pots around, opening a soup can.  YOu try opening it with the can opener but it's no good.  The can is only halfway open before you give up and try shaking the contents out in a pot but half of it splatter on the counter.  

“AGGGHH!!  I’m tired of niggas!  If I’m not taking care of them, they are fucking me over, there is no inbetween.”

Erik comes up to you placing a hand on your shoulder.  “No, Erik!  This ain’t the time!  I’m trying to be nice, but I can’t see the point!   What am I supposed to do with you?  Huh?  YOu weren’t supposed to be here, I was playing around!  I was bored and heartbroke!  What do I need with a damn zombie!”  You take a pot and send it clattering in the sink as you lean on the sink.  “I can’t deal with anymore of this, I just want to be left alone.  I’m tired.”  

You hear the front door open and close shut.  You look back and Erik is gone.  He thinks this is better, but now you’ll have to wonder where he is until he returns.  You look at the mess on the floor, and reach for your paper towels.  You open the door too quickly and expect to have to catch it but it sits perfectly on its hinge.  You survey that there are crew placed correctly in the door, fixing the mess that it was.  You’re confused only for a moment before you realize it was Erik’s doing.

Great, you thought.  Now I really gotta find him.

In your car, you drive around just trying to be vigilant and look around to see where he would be.  He wasn’t walking the neighborhood, he wasn’t at the gas station.  A thought crossed your mind that you didn’t like, but you figured it was crazy enough to work.

You get to the cemetery, luckily it's daylight this time and see him sitting down.  You pull up and get out of the car with a bag of food.  You take a seat next to him, pulling a burger out of the bag, but he doesn’t take it.  You unwrap it and take a bite.  Y’all stare at his headstone and the whole he crawled out of a moment.

“Erik, I didn’t mean….”

Erik doesn’t look at you or interject.  Not like he could.

“...I didn’t mean all of what I said.  Now, if the truth is what you want though, I didn’t ask for you to come into my life.”

Erik looks at you with a stank look.  “Come on, I was just playing around!  I didn’t know this shit was real!  But, dang, this is hard.  I don’t want to leave you on the street, I wouldn’t do that.  You had a soft spot in my heart before because I got your story, you just went about it the wrong way.”

You grab his arm to pull his attention away from the grave.  “I don’t want you back there, I really don’t.  I could put a couple different people in there before I think about sending you back.  I couldn’t if I wanted to, and I’m not.  Erik, I don’t know what’s happening in your head, but I’m sorry for what I said that may have brought you here.  You are getting a second chance, this could be something special.”

Erik looks at you, taking you by the shoulder to look at you intently.  “I’m fine.  Just nigga troubles.  The guy whose clothes you’re wearing called me and I thought we were being a thing again, but nah.  He gettin married.  God bless the union.”

Erik nods, biting his lip and looking away.  “You wanna get outta here though?  Now I got somethin for us, we should be good til tomorrow, then I can get some food in my fridge.”

You and Erik enjoy the evening watching shows and winding down from the day.

“Ohm and thank you for fixing my cabinet door!  That was bothering me for weeks, and now I can confidently retrieve my paper towels.”

Erik smiled, probably the most genuine one he has given you, dimples unyielding.  “Maybe you can fix my car door next, with ya heavy handed ass.”  You stick your tongue out at him.  

Joining him on the couch again you start to drift to sleep, leaning on Erik’s shoulder.  It was nice to have someone to snuggle up to, even though he had no pulse, he wasn’t cold or stiff. He just was him, with no heart.  So, himself.

Your eyes flutter awake as something caresses your face.  You peer up to see Erik’s hand combing back your curls with his fingers.  “Come on, lemme sleep.”  Erik keeps caressing your face, planting a kiss on top of your head.  You look up at him suspiciously.  “Uh, ok.  With that, I think I’ll go to my room tonight.”

There was no way in hell you could go through life having fucked around with a corpse.  Could he even do shit anyway?  Day by day, he is less of a toddler acting dude and more of the man he once was, but he was still mute and not alive!

You get up to go to your room, looking back at him as you open the door to go inside.  You leave the door open a crack, in case of anything and try to forget what’s happened.  Erik was still Erik, dead or alive, but there was no way, not on God’s green Earth.

You lay in bed a moment, facing away from the door.   You close your eyes praying for sleep but you were suddenly wide awake and anxious.  You hear the door creak open.  

“Erik, I don’t know, I just want to sleep so--”  The bed creaks as his weight slides next to yours.  You turn to face him.

“You don’t sleep remember?  So there is no reason to be here.”  You say authoritatively.  Erik is looking you dead in the eye.  His hand rises to rest on your hip, more innocently than anything.  “Are you still checking that I am ok?”  Erik nods.  “You don’t have to be sorry or anything, we are good.  I’ve gotten used to having you around and I mean, it’s nice or whatever.  A nigga that can’t talk back.”

Erik smirks at your aside, rubbing your hip, firmly.  You feel yourself gettin tight between your legs so you adjust, while at the same time scooching closer to Erik, who pulls you into him.  It didn’t take long for your lips to meet his, and the answer to your previous inquiry begins to poke your thigh.

Kissing him felt so good to you, it really made you forget most of the logistics behind what was about to happen.  You roll yourself on top of him to straddle, taking off your shirt and helping him out of his.  You felt so many questions lingering on your lips that could keep you from going further, but they hushed when he kissed your breasts.  Your head leans back as he gently licks your nipples, massaging your back, turning you into puddy in his hands.  You run your hands through his freshened locs as he hums into your areola, flipping you on your back.   As he takes down his tenting sweatpants, you pull off your bottoms hoping this is worth whatever natural laws you may be breaking.

Everything about him was perfection, from his scars to his muscles to his roaring erection.  No one would believe he was in a grave just a couple days ago.  Maybe you could make this work, maybe he could stick around a while…

Erik’s eyes were dark with lust as he sized up your opening with his tip.  You bring his gaze to your face.  

“Don’t go too fast, ok?  Keep it slow…”  You say instructively.  If he needed coaching on bathing himself, you weren’t risking the destruction of your walls to his enthusiastic ignorance.

Erik nods as he keeps his gaze upon you, you feel obligated to not look away so you can keep focus on him not obliterating your pelvis.  As you feel him enter, your mouth flops open as you wince.  Erik stops from your reaction, holding his breath trying not to hurt you.

You squeeze his shoulders encouragingly.  “It’s alright, go ahead.  I’ll tell you to stop otherwise.”  You really didn’t want this to be whack or painful, this was the guy of your dreams come back to life.  A sex God of your fantasies, but it’s like you’re dealing with a virgin from outer space.

Erik pushes further into you, increasing your discomfort but once settled in, you could feel yourself becoming accustomed.  You nod, allowing Erik to begin to move inside you slowly.   The pace was good enough to make the pain go away but now you needed more.

“Faster, Erik, just a little.”  

Erik bites his lips to pick up his pacing, finally you feel waves of pleasure building.

“Mhm, deeper, please.”  You moan as you bring your hand down to stimulate your clit.  Erik brings your legs back to oblige your request, grunting as he felt you tightening around him.

“Ahh, that’s it.   Oh, that’s good, keep going Erik!”  You encourage him as you climax under his strokes.  Erik seems to get the hang of it as his grip digs into your thighs, mixing the depth of his strokes at an angle to relieve your G spot.  

“Ohh, come on, Erik.  My pussy so wet, show me it’s yours!”  You whine, grabbing the pillow behind your head as you run your hand down his studded chest and abdomen.

Erik lays on top of you, grinding his hips against you, putting all of himself into you while hitting your clit just right.  His breath on your neck couple with his primal growls made you lock him into place, calling out his name without regard until he suddenly pulled from you.  Stroking himself over you, the amount of seed that left him was so much, you thought surely he would die of dehydration.  There should not have been any liquid left in him after how hard he came, your stomach, breasts, even up to your neck was covered in his cum.  He made a whole glazed donut out of you.

“Damn, Erik!  Is it like that?”  you say,  touching it lightly, contemplating the clean up of your situation.  

Erik breathed out heavily, a little too heavy, as he lied down with a thud, eyes fluttering closed.

You spring up, alarmed.  “Erik….Erik?”  

He laid there motionless.  He already had no pulse so no use in checking that.  Did he die die?   You smack him and shake him but he doesn’t stir.  

Getting out of the shower, you peek slowly to see him still knocked out, you laid a sheet over him for decency.  You shake your fists at the ceiling, arguing with God about how your behavior warranted this outcome.  Going into the living room, you pull up the website you got the resurrection spell from to see if there was a wear off period.  If you had known that, you would’ve let him wander around after he hopped out that grave instead of taking him home.  

Zzzzzz…

You look towards your bedroom, alarmed by the noise.  Zzzz…  Was he...snoring?  yOu get up and peek inside to see.  He was definitely snoring, loud as hell, but you breathe out thanking God you hadn’t killed him again.  You go in, sitting on the bed again, laying a hand over his nose to feel him breath.  Laying a hand on his chest, you feel a familiar flutter that nearly took you out.  His pulse was racing, renewed within himself, you couldn’t fathom what was going on.  So he was now alive?  A living, breathing being?  Could he talk now?

You decide not to wake him but come morning, you would be ready to go over his state of being.  Going back to the living room you research on your laptop, coming up with nothing more until you passed out for the evening.  

When the sun wakes you the next morning, you stretch feeling work out and exhausted despite the full night’s rest.  You feel sore and become worried until you forget the abominable act of last night.  Holding your head, you moan in shame thinking of how many ways you could be considered an insane sex maniac.  You let out a heavy sigh as you walk to your bedroom to finish what your research of your newly livened friend, but the bed was bare of his presence.  You cursed under your breath as you looked out a window, checked the bathroom, before going out the front door.  

You find his at your car door, using some device to pop the dent out of it.  You stomp over to him.  “Erik!  You can’t disappear like that, I thought that was clear!  Are you alright?  You passed out after...you know.”

Erik looks up to you, standing up, putting a hand to your hip.  You swipe it away.

“That’s what started shit before, don’t think it’s happening again!  Besides that though, I touched you and felt something I didn’t think was possible.”  Erik made a face suggestively.  “No, your heartbeat!  I felt it.  You know what I mean.”

Erik puts a hand to his chest to feel for himself, nodding.  

“Yeah, it’s crazy.  I thought I killed you, but then your heart started again.  Like, you’re alive again, right now!  So I actually brought you to life twice!  Haha, nuts!”  You laugh awkwardly over sirens in the distance as Erik stands there looking at you with a raised eyebrow.  “This would be so much funnier if you could talk though.  Which reminds me, where the hell did you get that thing to take the dent out of my car?”

The sirens get closer as a cop car pulls in front of your house.  Two cops come out with guns drawn.  

“Don’t move!  Sir get on the ground with your hands up!”  

Erik’s eyes widen as he steps in front of you.  You peer over his shoulders.  “Officers, you must have something wrong.  What’s goin on?”

“This guy was seen stealing equipment from an auto body shop a few blocks from here.  He is under arrest for trespassing, breaking and entering, burglary, and if he doesn’t comply now, a lot more.”

You touch Erik’s back.  “You stole that??  Erik, you shouldn’t have left without telling me, I would’ve told you not to worry about it!”

Erik turns around to face you.

“I said hands on the ground!”  The officer says loudly.  

Erik looks in your eyes, searching your face for something to say, if only he could.  You could barely make it out but once he opened his mouth you could recognize his words.  “(Y/N)....”

A gunshot rang through the air, making you both jump as one of the officers fired, presumably in the air.  Erik bolts behind your house to the backyard, cops following suit.  

“Erik!  Stop!  You can’t do this!”  You yell running after them.  You hear them going through some of the wooded parts, opting to stay out of it, yelling his name for him to give up or come back.  He really messed up now.  They would be looking for him now that he was on the run, and finding him at your house leaves you open to surveillance.  Going back to the front door of your house you look back at your fixed car door, saddened that the dent was gone to remember him by.  

“Miss, you’d better come with me.”  One of the cops come back with his gun drawn on you.  

You raise your hands slowly, trying to remain calm.  “For what?”

He shrugs, “Harboring a fugitive, aiding and abetting.  Conspiracy to commit robbery, I can make some shit up.  But you being with him, makes you a suspect all the same.  Now get in the car.”

You blink your eyes to keep from crying out right as you walk slowly to the back fo the squad car.  He pushes your head in as you duck in and slams the door on you.  When he gets in, his partner comes through huffing and puffing.

“Can you believe that Black bastard running like that?  We’ll find him, no problem.  Sticks out like a sore thumb.”

They drive off with you, chatting about Erik and putting out his description on the radio.  “Your boyfriend is in a whole hell a lot of trouble, so when we get you to the station, just follow our instructions, let us know what he’s done, where he might be, and let us do our job.”  Your eyes well up as you shake your head.  There was nothing you could add to the situation, and even if you did you wouldn’t help them!  You look aimlessly out the window watching the trees zip by, hoping Erik has found a path far from where you are now.  

Just then the car comes to a screeching halt as you are flung forward, hitting the partition with a thud.  

“What the hell...It’s him!  Carl, call back up!” The officer exclaims as he gets out the car.  Carl calls back up as you look to see Erik in full on rage as he stares down the officer with his taser out.  The officer says something but you can’t hear and Erik doesn’t look up for talking.  The cop deploys the taser, making Erik wince and twist under the shocks.  The officer approaches him as Carl steps out the car, and suddenly Erik has him by the throat and hoisted in the air.  Carl moves quicker now as he gets his gun out.  Erik doesn’t miss a beat, tossing his partner at him, sending them toppling over the side of the road, down to a ravine.  

You watch all of this wailing for Erik to stop as you try to get out the car in vain.  You beat on the window when Erik stomps towards them again, snapping him out of his angered trance.  He goes to your side of the car, pulling the door open like a chicken bone.  You crawl out, jumping into his arms.  

“Erik, you gotta go, now!  There will be more and you can’t fight them all, they’ll kill you.”

“I’ll...die….then.”  Erik strains from his voice.  You look at him incredulously.

“No. you will not!  You did enough of that already!  You will go back to my house right now and we will go somewhere, anywhere but here to save you!”  

You get into the squad car to drive back to your place, trying to hatch a plan along the way.  When you arrive, you run out of the car towards your door, trying to ignore the sirens coming.  Erik gets you by the arm, pulling you to him.  “There’s no time Erik, we gotta go!  I just need my wallet and some clothes, and-”

“Don’t...I’ll run.”  Erik says slowly.

You shake your head.  “Where?  Where could you possibly go with no ID, money, or people you know?  You’re still dead according to your tombstone.”

The sirens get closer, sounding just a couple blocks away now.  Erik walks away from you, heading for the road.  “I’ll...find you….(Y/N).”

Your vision blurs as you get emotional again.  “Don’t worry about me, just go!  I can’t see you die again, just get out!”

Erik nods running down the road and heading for the wilderness along the road again.  When cops arrive, they question you, but you’re of little help.  You don’t know how this happened, who he was, or where he went.  That didn’t stop them from canvassing the place and watching you for the next month to track his whereabouts.  

One night, when all the searching died down, you took a turn down the road you traveled once before, heading to his tombstone for old times sake.  You hadn’t heard from Erik in a couple months, but you figured he got away with it so far since the news hadn’t shared any updates.  Looking at his spot in the ground, the earth has been filled again, grass filling in sparsely.  Kneeling in the grass, you pull out a small $2 shot of Hennessy and pour a little out for him.

“Can you believe I miss your raggedy ass right now?  I came here because the first time when I woke you cuz I missed dick, but now I just miss you and...I just hope you alright.”  You sit in the stillness of the cemetery a moment.  “I don’t know how to contact you, so I just brought myself to here for a symbolic talk is all.  Got a pizza waiting for me in the car so I shouldn’t let that get cold, huh?  Ugh, this was stupid right?”  You get up sighing over the non-closure closure of your situation.  

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Your car alarm goes crazy when you look over where it’s parked, you fumble with your keys to turn it off.  A shadow passes over the headlights making you freeze in place.  The figure reappears, stepping into the light, looking worse for wear but alive nonetheless.

“Pizza?”  He asks.

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[rosapeachhogwartsmystery]

Brewing a Wolfsbane Potion (Hogwarts Mystery Imagine - Werewolf reader x Penny Haywood)

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Request: Can I request a reader x Penny fic where the reader is a werewolf in need of some wolfsbane potion?

A/N: I really like the idea of the reader being a werewolf, especially because Penny is afraid of werewolves after her friend was murdered by one. Maybe I could write another part of this, because I think Penny would probably have to get more used about the reader being a werewolf (especially once they are dating)

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You have managed to keep it hidden from everyone else pretty well. Only a few people knew about your condition. You just needed to get away from everyone during the full moon. It was something you learnt to live with. No one thought it was suspicious you were gone during the full moon. All your friends thought you were just busy with the Cursed Vaults whenever you were gone, even during the night. Rowan did suspect something was up, but they never asked about it. They also thought it had to do something with the Cursed Vaults and just was concerned about you whenever you were gone. Dumbledore had been kind enough to give you Wolfsbane potions a week before the full moon. You had been grateful. You expected Snape would know about your condition as well, thinking he brew the potions. He never said a word about it though. You were grateful though. Wolfsbane potions are quite expensive. Besides that, being a werewolf was problematic. If people knew about it, they would judge you. You couldn’t help it you were attacked by a werewolf once. You were bitten and they just couldn’t cure it. You would just have to live with it.

You were carrying a bag with the potion for a later today. You were minding your own business until someone bumped into you. Your eyes widened when your bag fell on the ground. You could hear the potion shatter. You cursed under your breath. “Watch where you are going, Y/L/N.” Of course, it just had to be Merula you bumped into. “Maybe you should watch where you are going Snyde…” You said seriously. “You were the one who was daydreaming.” She said. “Oh, I suppose you couldn’t take a step aside then.” You said, frowning. “The great Merula feels too good to take a step aside.” You hissed at her. She blinked. “Whatever…” She said and then she signed to Ismelda to come along with her. You kept glaring at Merula until she was out of sight. You picked up your bag and sighed. You were fucked… You weren’t just going to tell Dumbledore ‘Hey, Merula bumped into me and the Wolfsbane potion shattered’. No, you needed to fix this yourself… Maybe you could brew it yourself? No, that is a quite advanced potion, you haven’t even got that far… You could ask someone… Although it would be suspicious to ask for that… Although, you were desperate. You needed the Wolfsbane potion, otherwise you would lose control over yourself when you transformed.

 There was just one person you could ask… Although, you knew she didn’t like werewolves at all. She was basically traumatized by one. Her friend was murdered by a werewolf. This wasn’t going to be fun, you knew that… Although, she was your only hope at this point. You needed to talk to Penny about this in private. You took a deep breath and decided to look for her. Maybe it would be good to tell someone as well? No one knew after all. Yeah, you tried to be positive about this, but it was hard.

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Penny was standing there with some other Hufflepuffs. She seemed to be chatting happily. Good Merlin, she looked pretty cute when she was happy. She definitely was one of your best-looking friends, you were sure about that. She also was very kind, but definitely not fearful for a lot of things. She was always happy to help you out when you needed help, maybe, just maybe, she would be happy to help now as well. You approached her and gave her a smile. “Hey Penny, can I talk to you?” You asked. “Oh, hey Y/N.” She greeted. “Sure, where shall we talk?” She asked. “Somewhere private if you don’t mind.” You said. Penny looked at the two other Hufflepuffs. “I will talk to you two later.” She said. The two Hufflepuff nodded and said their goodbyes. After that, you and Penny began walking somewhere more private. You ended up in the Artefact room. It was the most private place to be now.

 “What do you want to talk about?” Penny asked when you two were alone. “I wanted to ask for your help.” You said seriously. “Oh, with the Cursed Vaults.” She asked. You shook your head. “No, it is something else, something really complicated.” You said. She blinked. What could be more complicated than the Cursed Vaults? She was sure this was something more personal. “Penny, I’m going to warn you though. It might not be pretty to hear this.” You said, glancing away a little. “It can’t be that bad, can it?” She asked. “It is pretty bad, believe me.” You told her. “No other student or friend knows about this.” You said. “So, the professors know?” She asked. You nodded. “A few of them know.” You said. “All right, I suppose this is something hard to understand, so I will try my best.” She said. “How… how familiar are you with brewing a Wolfsbane potion…?” You asked. “A Wolfsbane potion? I can brew it, but why would you ne-….”

 Penny’s eyes widened, realizing what you meant. “You… Are you really…?” “A werewolf, yes…” You said honestly. “But… but how?” She asked. “I was attacked by one and I ended up being infected. It’s incurable.” You said honestly. “So, you never told anyone else about this…? Not even Rowan?” She asked. You shook your head. “It’s not something I should tell anybody. You can already imagine what parents would say if they heard a werewolf attends Hogwarts.” You said honestly. “Do you get a Wolfsbane potion from Dumbledore? Well, probably from Snape.” She said. “Yes, every week prior to a full moon I get a Wolfbane potion every day.” You told her. “So, why do you want me to brew it for you. “Well… I bumped into Merula and my bag dropped. It shattered in my bag…” You said, rubbing the back of your head. “Please Penny, could you brew it for me? I don’t want to lose control during the full moon. I really don’t want to hurt anyone.” You said, almost begging for her help.

 “Of course, I will brew it for you!” Penny said. “I mean, I don’t want you to lose control during the full moon. I know how dangerous a werewolf can be after all…” She said honestly. “Yeah… That’s why I thought it would be hard to ask you… It is quite a sensitive topic after all…” You said softly. She gave you a small smile and placed a hand on your shoulder. “If I can help you to keep control over your own form, then I’m glad to help you out.” She said honestly. “I mean, you were not the same werewolf who attacked Scarlett.” She said, frowning a little when she remembered that event. She shook her head a little and gave you a smile. “Well, let’s go to the potion classroom. I’m pretty sure it is empty now.” She said, grabbing your hand. She basically dragged you out of the Artefact room. She didn’t talk the whole way to the Potions classroom. She didn’t want to talk out loud about what she just heard. She wasn’t going to tell anyone about this. She wouldn’t be a good friend if she did tell anyone.

 Once you two were in the Potions Classroom she told you to get certain ingredients. You grabbed what she said and just helped her a little by getting her the things she needed to brew the potion. You knew it was important the Wolfsbane potion was brewed perfectly, otherwise it wouldn’t have any effect on you. You just watched Penny working hard on brewing the potion. It really took quite a while before Penny was done. “Ta-da! Here you go, one freshly brewed Wolfsbane potion. You should probably take it now. That way we can be sure Merula can’t bump into you again.” She said, handing you the potion. “Thanks Penny, you are the best.” You said before you slowly took the potion. The potion was disgusting, but it was worth it. “I heard it really tastes bad.” Penny said. “I suppose my face was making it obvious as well.” You said with a grin. “Very obvious.” She said. “If you don’t mind. Can you tell me if the potion has worked after the full moon? I mean, I’m not a Potions master yet. I think I did it perfectly, but you never know.” She said. “I will tell you about it.” You told her.

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Thank goodness… The full moon was over and you wouldn’t have to deal with it for another month. You had full control over yourself after you transformed. From a secret source you heard the Shrieking Shack was a safe place to transform. People wouldn’t come there anyways. They all thought the place was haunted. You were grateful for whoever sent you that information. Madam Pomfrey seemed to know about the place as well. Even though you could use Wolfsbane potions, it was probably better to be as far as possible from other people. You didn’t want to risk it after all.

 You began looking for Penny, wanting to tell her the potion she brewed worked as well. If one potion failed, the others would fail as well. You spotted Penny near her common room in the Dungeons. You walked over to her with a smile. “It worked.” You told her. She looked at you and then she began smiling as well. She basically jumped towards you to give you a hug. She had her arms wrapped around your neck. “I’m really glad!” She said honestly. “I was worried I might did something wrong.” She said. “No, it worked just fine, it was an easy night.” You told her honestly. “That’s good.” She said honestly. “Also, I was thinking… I know about this, but wouldn’t it be time to tell our other friends?” She asked. You grimaced a little. “I don’t know… I mean, it isn’t something to really share….” You said honestly. “Y/N, they are your friends, they will understand.” She said honestly. “If it makes you feel better, I can be there to support you.” She said. “Please Y/N. I’m sure it will be for the best. You can’t hide this forever for them.” She said. You sighed and then you nodded. “I suppose you are right…” You said. “That doesn’t mean I will do it now.” You said. “Maybe, once the next full moon is getting near again… It might make more sense if I do it then.” You said.

 Penny took a step back and took one of your hands. “I’m sure it will turn out all right.” She said honestly, squeezing your hand lightly. “Just tell them like you told me. That way, it won’t be too direct.” She said. “I suppose I could think up something to tell them.” You said. “Great.” She said. “I was about to go to the Great Hall, care to join me?” She asked with a sweet smile. “Sure, I would love to join you.” You said honestly. She smiled, still holding your hand when you walked with her towards the Great Hall. You blinked a little, wondering why she was still holding your hand. You didn’t mind it. No, you actually enjoyed her holding your hand. Her hand was soft and warm. You wouldn’t mind holding her hands more often. You softly squeezed her hand. She blushed slightly when you did that, realizing what she was doing.

 “Oh Merlin, I’m sorry… I didn’t realize I was still holding your hand.” She said, about to let go of your hand. “It is fine. I actually like it.” You told her. She was surprised. “Really?” She asked. You nodded. “Yeah, I like it when you hold my hand.” You said honestly, blushing a little. “I suppose I can do it more often then.” She suddenly said. You blinked. Did you hear that right? “You would?” You asked. “Well, yeah. I mean I like holding your hand.” She said. “Maybe I even would like to do more than just holding hands?” She said, blushing more. “Oh really? Like what?” You decided to ask with a smirk, although you were still blushing. She stopped walking and then she turned to look at you. She slowly took a step closer and then she pecked your lips softly with a small grin on her face. You began blushing more. That was a bold move… A really bold move. “Does that mean you like me, even with my condition?” You asked. “I thought the move I just made, made it all clear.” She said with a wink.

 Merlin, this girl is amazing….

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[futurewriter2000]

Friends, love or nothing at all? ~ part 2

A/N: You wanted part 2, you got it. I really didn't intend to write part 2 for this imagine but since you guys wanted it I wrote it today.

Warning: I didn’t go through it so be careful for some grammar mistakes. 

Part 1 Part 3

Xx

Potions. Man you hated Potions. It was not because of the subject itself nor Proffesor Slughorn, but because in Potions you had to face the boy who broke your heart.

James Potter.

Soon when the new term arrived, final year, James returned to Hogwarts with a Head Boy badge and a girl under his arms, who appeared to be the Head Girl and the girl he cheated you with. Lilly Evans.

Fantastic.

After months of seeing them together you finally got used to it. It didn't matter anymore. You couldn't avoid him and you weren't the type to hide from your ex. You simply walked in the room with your head held high, not caring if they were there.

Except you did.

You cared a lot and it bothered you seeing them giggling and kissing together. But you pretended to be fine. It hurt, but it was okay because you knew you would get through this.

So here you were. Potions.

Waiting for Proffesor Slughorn to arrive was like waiting for a snail to cross the road. Impossible. So you sat there, your hand supporting your head and your eyelids slowly closing. You were exhausted from the yesterdays party. Damn those Hufflepuffs and their crazy parties.

James was listening to Lilly babble about something and he was slowly falling asleep. Yesterdays party was so crazy he doesn't even remember half of it. Lilly didn't go to the party, thats why she was acting like a 5 year old kid on speed.

His eyes drifted to you. You were already asleep with your hand still supporting your head. Your hair was put in a messy bun amd you looked just as terrible as he did. Except he didn't see you as terrible. He saw you as the most beautiful woman, who adorably sleeps through the class while her hand is slowly sliding away from your head. Until your hand falls, your head hitting the desk and your eyes immediately open.

James quietly chuckled. You looked so adorable right now, looking around if anybody saw that. Your cheeks were red from embarrassment and you tried to hide it with letting down your hair. So adorable. Even when you were not talking to him you seemed to make him laugh.

"I appologise for my absence, class. I have been dealing with some Mandarake drama." he appologised and clapped his hands together to start the class. "You will be paired up by..." he dragged while pulling an old wizarding hat from the desk. "Desenders hat." he finished and placed it on the table. "How it works is the hat pairs you up and you pull out the piece of parchment with your partners name on it."

"Great." you sighed and dropped your head back on your arms.

When the hat arrived to your desk, you reached deeply in it and only felt one piece of parchment. You pulled the parchment out and read the name written on it. Sirius Black.

Fan-freaking-tastic.

You turned towards him only to see him smiling at you and holding up his piece oc parchment with your name on it. Rolling your eyes, you took another sigh and dropped your head back at the table.

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Standing and counting the ingredients you could feel his eyes on you. You looked at him in the corner of your eyes to catch him watching you back. A large smirk appeared on his lips and he winled at you. Rolling your eyes again, you took another deep sigh and turned your eyes back on the ingridients.

"I get the feeling you don't like us being partnered up." he grinned.

"I don't." you replied and started preparing the cauldron.

"Ouch! I didn't know you hated me." he said overdramatically, putting his hand on his chest.

"I never said I hated you Black. I only said I don't like being paired up with you." you replied and finally turned your gaze to him.

"Oh. Why don't you like being paired up with me?" he grinned and sat on the table.

"Because all you do is check me out every 2 minutes or annoy me. Plus you broke my best friends heart and I had to deal with 3 whole packages of tissues that weekend."

"I do not check you out every two minutes." he denied.

"Don't you think I noticed you. If I wasn't James' ex you would go after me like a wolf." you smirked and walked over to him.

You stood between his legs and you moved closer. Feeling him tense up and watch his eyes stare at you lips, you looked up to him and reached your hand to his ear. The two of you were inches away and you purposely bit your lip as you saw his eyes travel from head to toe. You leaned closer to his ear and whispered. "Have to get the salt." You grabbed the salt behind him and walked back to the cauldron.

He couldn't believe it. Was he just played by a girl? "Interesting." he smiled and jumped down from the desk.

"You liked?" you smirked and continued to prepare the tools.

"I loved." he replied.

"Good. Now that this is over can you stop flirting and help me with this crap?"

And he did as you said. He was actually helping you with the potion and the two of you had fun working together.

James on the other hand couldn't take his eyes off of the two of you. Seeing you giggling and flirting with his best friend hurt. It hurt him seeing you move on. Even the thought of you with another boy hurt him.

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The next day you woke up quite early. It was a miracle to see you up in the morning this early. So you got dressed, brushed your hair, washed your face and brushed your teeth. Since your class starts in two hours you decided to wear your normal day clothes. So instead of the usual Hogwarts uniform you put on a black trainer, T-shirt and a jacket. Just when you were about to leave you noticed a piece of paper stucked on your calendar. 'Potions report with Black.'

"Shit." you cursed as you completly forgot about that. "Eh." you added and left the room. You'll just talk to him at breakfast.

And you were meaning to. Entering the Great Hall, you started scanning the Gryffindor table for dark curly hair.

And you saw him. He was sitting next to Remus and poking his book with a fork, while James and Peter laughed.

Finding an empty seat between Remus and Sirius, you plopped yourself down and smiled. "Cao Black."

"Cao? I like that." grinned Sirius and wiggled his eyebrows at you. "What do I owe the pleasure?"

"We have Potions report to do till Friday and I happened to have the most lazy partner in Hogwarts. We need to set up a study date."

"Yeah sure. Today at six in the common room.?" he asked and stuffed some eggs in his mouth.

"Yeah. I'm good." you said and got up. "And don't be late." you added before leaving towards some Hufflepuffs.

James watched you the whole time. Even now, when you were gone, his eyes were glued to you. You didn't even bothered to look at him nor to say hi. It sucked and it hurt. He didn't like the two of you being distant from eachother. He might be with Lilly right now but he still loved you.

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It was 5 o'clock in the afternoon and you had nothing better to do than sit on the armchair and read. It was a terrible book to be honest. It talked about a girl who seemed to have the worst luck in the world. A girl whose first love turned into disappointment, a wife whose husband lost job and started drinking and a mother whose kids have died in the end. Terrible.

"Hey." said James standing in front of you.

You didn't even noticed him coming. This book was not even a good book and you seemed to get pulled into it.

"Hey." you replied and glanced up.

"I need to talk to you."

You closed your book and threw it on the desk. "Go for it."

"What are we excatly?" he asked sitting on the sofa next to you.

"What do you mean?"

"Are we friends, are we strangers or are we nothing at all?"

"James.." you sighed and turned your whole body towards him.

"Because I know you since I was 7 years old and you are really important to me (y/n). I can't live without you not even trying to look at me. I really don't want us to be strangers (y/n), hell I don't even think if I want us to be friends."

"What do you mean?" you preplexed and shot him a clueless look.

"What I did last year, cheating on you with Lilly, was the biggest mistake in my life. I hate myself for doing that. I hate seeing you with Sirius and flirting right in front of me. I hate not having you around. You make me laugh and happy. With you everything is just better. "

"Why are you telling me this? Why now? Why when I have finally decided to move on from you?"

"Because... I don't want you to move on from me. I want you to be with me. I love you (y/n)."

"You are so selfish James. You broke my heart on our anniversary and expect me to forgive you for that?" you yelled, standing up and grabbing your book. "Bye James."

"I have the necklace!" he shouted from behind and pulled out a silver necklace with stag horns. "I never took it off. Ever." he added and walked over to you.

You turned around, tears rolling down your cheeks as you looked at the boy who broke your heart. " You hu-hurt me." you stuttered.

"I know. I didn't mean to. I was a stupid and selfish piece of shit." he cried, feeling his eyes tear up. He cupped your chin and brushed the tears away from your cheeks. "But please believe me when I say that I love you. I love you (y/n)(y/l/n) and I will always love you."

"If I see you talking to another girl I cut you." you threatned with your shakey voice.

"You're the only girl want to talk to." he smiled and brushed his thumbs against your cheeks.

"I hate you so much for doing this to me." you continued.

"I hate myself too."

"If I say I love you, we'll start over? New chapter?"

"A whole new book?" he smiled through tears.

You pulled him down and pressed your lips against his. After a long and pasionate kiss filled with all sorts of emotions, you pulled away and looked up in those hazel eyes of his you thought you'd never see again. "I love you James Potter."

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