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Life in China #16 The Goodbye

People often talk about the great love of their life, but I think this can also apply to places. Because this city has captured my heart in a way like no other, and the thought of this magical chapter coming to an end is bittersweet.

All the people I met, all the friends I made, all the unforgettable experiences we had. All good things must come to an end.

However, where one chapter ends, a new chapter begins so here's to whatever comes next. 🥂💖

New Chapter out now for; A World of Your Own

(a little snippet of the new chapter)

He exited the room again, ready to enter the middle room when he noticed something. There was someone in the main room. Someone that wasn’t him or an Oompa Loompa. It was a student. He hesitated for a moment. Should he go and see if they were alright? He had enough to do, and yet the curiosity got the better of him. He moved closer to the river so he could have a better look. The student was sitting on the non-quicksand crumble beach on the other side of the river. Eating pieces of the beach while staring out over the water.

As he was crossing the bridge and was able to see more detail, he felt himself freeze for a moment. He had to do a double take. Felt his palms become sweaty and his stomach clenched.

It was Harry.

For a moment he was completely unsure what to do with himself. This. This was his chance. He could finally have an actual conversation with Harry. But what was he going to say? Tell him that he knew his parents? That he had known Harry as a baby? How on earth was he going to explain that, especially as Wonka? Would he even want Harry to know him as anyone else but Wonka? Wonka was such a great mask, one he was certain the boy might like more than his depressed self. But if he couldn’t lead with their past, how was he going to make a connection?

He took a long moment to gather himself, he hadn’t been spotted yet. Took a few deep breaths, looked down at his hand and waited until it wasn’t shaking as badly as before. His heart wasn’t calming down at all, but that was probably a lost cause. The grip on his cane was tight, so tight his hand was turning white. But it was the one thing he could physically hold on. His life line. He swallowed and started to move again. Forcing himself to get a move on, or he wouldn’t do it. Slowly he approached the beach, and the boy. Purposely making some noise so he wouldn’t scare him.

Harry looked up and it took everything in Remus to not freeze up again. While he had seen the other during Halloween, it still felt like Remus was getting flashbacks. As if a young James was looking up at him. A young James, that didn’t get the chance to grow up, all the while he had grown old. But the longer he looked, the more differences he saw. Not just the eyes, that was definitely Lily staring back. But Harry was thinner than James had been, face a bit rounder. Nose a bit smaller. He’d grown up with James. The boy in front of Remus wasn’t him.

Of course it wasn’t him.

New Chapter out now for; Brew & Biscuit Coffee Shop

(a little snippet of the new chapter; Chapter 10)

Just as he was turning off the music, a loud noise come from outside. Confused he stopped moving and listened closely. Helped by his werewolf hearing, which was especially good tonight, he could pick out voices. It wasn't clear what exactly they were saying.

'NO! Absolutely not!' the voice was yelling so loud now that Remus barely needed his heightened senses to hear it. He hesitated for a moment. He wasn't certain if going outside and help was the best idea. Not when he was already a bit on edge, this close to the full moon. But he couldn't stand there and do nothing. That was even worse.

Just as he reached for the phone to call the police, the door of his cafe opened. He froze mid stride. Could he still reach the phone before they came in? He swallowed and moved forward. But just as he reached the phone someone walked in. Well, someone was pushed in, cursing loudly. The whole feeling in the shop shifted. From relaxation and peace, to a tense, heavy blanket. Even worse, Remus recognised the person instantly.

Sirius.

The other stumbled a bit from being pushed, finding support on one of the tables. Remus just stood there. Frozen in place, staring, heart pounding in his ears. What was going on? What was wrong? How could he help? He was about to pull out his wand when his eyes met Sirius’s. Sirius's eyes widened and were suddenly full of worry. Sirius raised his hand and waved something at him, but Remus felt himself rooted on the spot. He wasn't completely sure what the other meant, but he wasn't going to hide or let him deal with it alone.

"Stop struggling Black. You always love to come here," a second, deep and taunting voice was heard. Someone followed Sirius into the shop, wand pointed at Sirius. Someone Remus actually recognised. It was the same man that had caused trouble not too long ago. Who had been ready to fight -most likely Sirius in hindsight. There was one little glistening of hope if that was the case.

The man probably thought Remus was a Muggle.

Hell, Sirius probably thought he was a Muggle.

Good. He could use that to his advantage.

New Chapter out now for; Brew & Biscuit Coffee Shop

(a little snippet of the new chapter; Chapter 10)

Just as he was turning off the music, a loud noise come from outside. Confused he stopped moving and listened closely. Helped by his werewolf hearing, which was especially good tonight, he could pick out voices. It wasn't clear what exactly they were saying.

'NO! Absolutely not!' the voice was yelling so loud now that Remus barely needed his heightened senses to hear it. He hesitated for a moment. He wasn't certain if going outside and help was the best idea. Not when he was already a bit on edge, this close to the full moon. But he couldn't stand there and do nothing. That was even worse.

Just as he reached for the phone to call the police, the door of his cafe opened. He froze mid stride. Could he still reach the phone before they came in? He swallowed and moved forward. But just as he reached the phone someone walked in. Well, someone was pushed in, cursing loudly. The whole feeling in the shop shifted. From relaxation and peace, to a tense, heavy blanket. Even worse, Remus recognised the person instantly.

Sirius.

The other stumbled a bit from being pushed, finding support on one of the tables. Remus just stood there. Frozen in place, staring, heart pounding in his ears. What was going on? What was wrong? How could he help? He was about to pull out his wand when his eyes met Sirius’s. Sirius's eyes widened and were suddenly full of worry. Sirius raised his hand and waved something at him, but Remus felt himself rooted on the spot. He wasn't completely sure what the other meant, but he wasn't going to hide or let him deal with it alone.

"Stop struggling Black. You always love to come here," a second, deep and taunting voice was heard. Someone followed Sirius into the shop, wand pointed at Sirius. Someone Remus actually recognised. It was the same man that had caused trouble not too long ago. Who had been ready to fight -most likely Sirius in hindsight. There was one little glistening of hope if that was the case.

The man probably thought Remus was a Muggle.

Hell, Sirius probably thought he was a Muggle.

Good. He could use that to his advantage.

It's been a while since I posted a chapter...

I apologise T_T Life got in the way and I swear it thrives on creating chaos…

Anyway, please enjoy!

Let me put the summary here to not spoil anything.

Remus Lupin owns a Magical Coffee shop. Wolfstar eventually + other background ships :)

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Remus Lupin was the proud owner of a little coffee shop at the outskirts of Central Muggle London. Providing everyone that walked in with a nice cup of coffee, steamy mug of hot chocolate, or tea in a dozen different flavours. There is just one little, magical, detail about this coffee shop. No matter how you walk in that day, you always walk out a little bit better, emotionally, mentally or physically.

How? Well not only is the owner a wizard. But also a werewolf with keen senses, and the son of an extremely accomplished legilimens. Meaning he knew just what to add to your drink to make it all a tad bit better. A Mocha with a drop of calming draught for the nerves. Or an espresso with some pepperup when you’re under the weather. Maybe even a Chai with some pick-me-up, for the small physical pains.

Remus had always assumed he was happy and content with his live. His little coffee shop, apartment above it, best friend close enough for apparation. Brewing coffee during the day, retiring to a good book for the evening.

Though when a handsome young man entered his café as Remus was closing up, he slowly started to realize those assumptions were exactly that, assumptions.

It's been a while since I posted a chapter...

I apologise T_T Life got in the way and I swear it thrives on creating chaos…

Anyway, please enjoy!

Let me put the summary here to not spoil anything.

Remus Lupin owns a Magical Coffee shop. Wolfstar eventually + other background ships :)

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Remus Lupin was the proud owner of a little coffee shop at the outskirts of Central Muggle London. Providing everyone that walked in with a nice cup of coffee, steamy mug of hot chocolate, or tea in a dozen different flavours. There is just one little, magical, detail about this coffee shop. No matter how you walk in that day, you always walk out a little bit better, emotionally, mentally or physically.

How? Well not only is the owner a wizard. But also a werewolf with keen senses, and the son of an extremely accomplished legilimens. Meaning he knew just what to add to your drink to make it all a tad bit better. A Mocha with a drop of calming draught for the nerves. Or an espresso with some pepperup when you’re under the weather. Maybe even a Chai with some pick-me-up, for the small physical pains.

Remus had always assumed he was happy and content with his live. His little coffee shop, apartment above it, best friend close enough for apparation. Brewing coffee during the day, retiring to a good book for the evening.

Though when a handsome young man entered his café as Remus was closing up, he slowly started to realize those assumptions were exactly that, assumptions.

It's been a while since I posted a chapter...

I apologise T_T Life got in the way and I swear it thrives on creating chaos…

Anyway, please enjoy!

Let me put the summary here to not spoil anything.

Remus Lupin owns a Magical Coffee shop. Wolfstar eventually + other background ships :)

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Remus Lupin was the proud owner of a little coffee shop at the outskirts of Central Muggle London. Providing everyone that walked in with a nice cup of coffee, steamy mug of hot chocolate, or tea in a dozen different flavours. There is just one little, magical, detail about this coffee shop. No matter how you walk in that day, you always walk out a little bit better, emotionally, mentally or physically.

How? Well not only is the owner a wizard. But also a werewolf with keen senses, and the son of an extremely accomplished legilimens. Meaning he knew just what to add to your drink to make it all a tad bit better. A Mocha with a drop of calming draught for the nerves. Or an espresso with some pepperup when you’re under the weather. Maybe even a Chai with some pick-me-up, for the small physical pains.

Remus had always assumed he was happy and content with his live. His little coffee shop, apartment above it, best friend close enough for apparation. Brewing coffee during the day, retiring to a good book for the evening.

Though when a handsome young man entered his café as Remus was closing up, he slowly started to realize those assumptions were exactly that, assumptions.

It's been a while since I posted a chapter...

I apologise T_T Life got in the way and I swear it thrives on creating chaos…

Anyway, please enjoy!

Let me put the summary here to not spoil anything.

Remus Lupin owns a Magical Coffee shop. Wolfstar eventually + other background ships :)

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Remus Lupin was the proud owner of a little coffee shop at the outskirts of Central Muggle London. Providing everyone that walked in with a nice cup of coffee, steamy mug of hot chocolate, or tea in a dozen different flavours. There is just one little, magical, detail about this coffee shop. No matter how you walk in that day, you always walk out a little bit better, emotionally, mentally or physically.

How? Well not only is the owner a wizard. But also a werewolf with keen senses, and the son of an extremely accomplished legilimens. Meaning he knew just what to add to your drink to make it all a tad bit better. A Mocha with a drop of calming draught for the nerves. Or an espresso with some pepperup when you’re under the weather. Maybe even a Chai with some pick-me-up, for the small physical pains.

Remus had always assumed he was happy and content with his live. His little coffee shop, apartment above it, best friend close enough for apparation. Brewing coffee during the day, retiring to a good book for the evening.

Though when a handsome young man entered his café as Remus was closing up, he slowly started to realize those assumptions were exactly that, assumptions.

Brew & Biscuit Coffee Shop, New Chapter

A/N: So chapter 12 of Brew & Biscuit is out! I enjoyed writing this one :)

Preview:

With a groan he woke up again. He was still a bit disoriented but at least his eyes worked the first time around. He stretched and another groan left his lips. Every single limp seemed to have an ache. Though being hurt first by a few rounds of the Cruciatus curse and then transforming, were very obvious reasons for that. Those two forms of torture didn’t discriminate, they just hurt him everywhere.

“Good morning sleeping beauty.” He heard the voice of Tonks say. It was said in a playful way but he knew there was worry there. It still radiated off of her.

“Who did you get in here for my true loves kiss?” he mumbled back, raising himself a bit regardless of the pain. A small smile on his face as he saw Tonks. She’d made herself comfortable at the end of his bed, looking at papers that she now put to the side. She glared at him, probably deserved, before smirking. That was never a good thing.

“Well either Black or Potter. Though somehow my money is on Black,” she replied. He groaned and let himself fall back on to his pillow. Well, he should’ve seen that one coming. There was no way he was going to get out of this without some form of explanation.

Brew & Biscuit Coffee Shop, New Chapter

A/N: So chapter 12 of Brew & Biscuit is out! I enjoyed writing this one :)

Preview:

With a groan he woke up again. He was still a bit disoriented but at least his eyes worked the first time around. He stretched and another groan left his lips. Every single limp seemed to have an ache. Though being hurt first by a few rounds of the Cruciatus curse and then transforming, were very obvious reasons for that. Those two forms of torture didn’t discriminate, they just hurt him everywhere.

“Good morning sleeping beauty.” He heard the voice of Tonks say. It was said in a playful way but he knew there was worry there. It still radiated off of her.

“Who did you get in here for my true loves kiss?” he mumbled back, raising himself a bit regardless of the pain. A small smile on his face as he saw Tonks. She’d made herself comfortable at the end of his bed, looking at papers that she now put to the side. She glared at him, probably deserved, before smirking. That was never a good thing.

“Well either Black or Potter. Though somehow my money is on Black,” she replied. He groaned and let himself fall back on to his pillow. Well, he should’ve seen that one coming. There was no way he was going to get out of this without some form of explanation.

oh my god...the theory of sukuna eating his twin brother and yuji is his brother is real...WTF??? 😭 UPDTAE: WRONG INFO, SUKUNA ISN'T YUJI'S BROTHER BUT ITS JIN ITADORI, FATHER OF YUJI. WRONG TRANSLATION LMAO

Embrace the New Month: A Fresh Start for Growth and Success

Shaina Tranquilino

September 1, 2023

"Every new month is like a fresh piece of paper waiting to be written upon; it's up to you how beautiful your story will be." - Unknown

As we bid farewell to one month and welcome another, there is an undeniable sense of freshness and possibility that permeates the air. The start of a new month brings with it a chance for reflection, renewal, and rejuvenation. It presents an opportunity to set new goals, make positive changes, and embark on a journey towards personal growth and success. In this blog post, we will explore why the beginning of a new month can be likened to a fresh start.

1. Reflection:

Just as the end of each day allows us to reflect upon our actions and experiences, so does the end of a month provide us with an occasion for introspection. Take some time at the close of the previous month to assess your achievements, challenges faced, lessons learned, and areas for improvement. Reflecting on the past helps us gain clarity about where we stand in our journey and what adjustments need to be made going forward.

2. Goal Setting:

Starting a new month gives us an excellent opportunity to set clear objectives for ourselves. By setting specific, measurable, achievable, relevant, and time-bound (SMART) goals, we can create a roadmap for success in various aspects of our lives – whether it be personal development, career advancement, health and fitness targets or financial aspirations. Setting these goals not only provides direction but also fuels motivation by giving us something concrete to work towards.

3. Revisiting Priorities:

The start of a new month enables us to reassess our priorities. It allows us to realign our focus on what truly matters most in our lives – our relationships, health, self-care, personal growth – rather than getting caught up in trivial distractions or unproductive habits. By consciously evaluating and adjusting our priorities, we can ensure that our time and energy are dedicated to things that add value and fulfillment to our lives.

4. Cultivating Positive Habits:

The beginning of a new month is an ideal time to cultivate positive habits or break free from negative ones. Research suggests that it takes approximately 21 days to form a habit, so utilizing the fresh start of a new month gives us roughly four weeks to ingrain positive behaviors into our daily routines. Whether it's practicing mindfulness, exercising regularly, reading more, or spending quality time with loved ones, committing to these habits at the start of a month sets a solid foundation for long-term growth and well-being.

5. Embracing Change:

Change is an inevitable part of life, and each new month offers an opportunity to embrace change with open arms. It allows us to shed any baggage from the previous month and approach life with renewed enthusiasm. By embracing change and being adaptable, we can navigate unforeseen challenges more effectively and seize emerging opportunities with confidence.

Life gets better by change. The start of a new month symbolizes renewal, growth, and endless possibilities. By reflecting on the past, setting clear goals, reassessing priorities, cultivating positive habits, and embracing change, we can harness the power of each new month as a fresh start towards personal growth and success.

So let's welcome each new month with open hearts and minds - ready to write another chapter in the beautiful story of our lives.

a walk in october ~ n.k x reader part 1

“apocalypse ~ cigarettes after sex”

volume: ■■■■■□□□

warnings: cursing? just nanami being cute :3

word count: 2.3k

part 2 here!

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Your converse cladded feet kicked the tiny pebbles adorning the sidewalk, a soft sigh leaving your lips. Lifting your gaze up from the ground taking in the breathtaking scenery. The leaves had reached their full autumn bloom. Shades of orange and brown coating every inch of the park. There were plenty of people enjoying the cool weather, their chatter heard in passing as you made your way further into the park.

The only other sound you took notice of were the rustling of the leaves, your eyes gazing up at the sky.

You could swear up and down that fall skies looked different. There was a certain hue to them that you couldn’t find in summer skies.

Summer skies were bright.

Baby blue.

Fluffy white clouds coating the sky. Everything was the perfect shade of green. The scenery just looked clean.

But fall skies-

That’s where it truly is.

Fall skies… they were brown. They were comforting. Everything about fall made you feel so warm inside. Maybe it was the ever changing shades in the leaves. The earthy tones coating the ground.

It was breathtaking..

And you look forward to it every year.

Your train of thought came to an abrupt stop as you had arrived at your usual spot. Setting your bag onto the wooden park bench, a soft thud followed shortly after. Taking a seat on the worn wood tugging your lunch out of the brown bag, humming a soft tune. Another gust of wind rustled the leaves above you, a few stray ones dancing their way down to the ground.

This place you had considered your spot wasn’t entirely hidden. Anybody could take it. But, no one ever did.

It was a lone wooden table barely holding it together with benches. The wood was beyond worn. Outlines of where people had loved it before. It was further into the park, near the outskirts of it, under a giant tree.

The tree looked over hundreds of years old. It’s roots sticking every which way. But it was thick, it could be hit with a bulldozer and knock the machine right back. The way the branches were positioned made it look like you were sitting under a mushroom. It was perfect.

It gave you just the right amount of shade.

A gorgeous view.

You could stay there for hours.

For days.

The sound of someone calling your name broke you out of your trance, lifting your head up from your sandwich, a smile tugging at your lips. The sight of Gojo waving erratically with unamused familiar faces in tow.

The white haired man practically sprinted over to you, helping himself to a bite of your sandwich making himself comfortable on the seat beside you.

A scoff left your lips, “Soturu. Wow, how lovely to see you. Yes, of course you can have a bite. Thanks for asking!” Offering him a fake smile pinching his cheeks, a little harder than usual an odd sound leaving his mouth. He just grinned at your actions, resting his arm around your shoulder tugging you closer to him.

“Soturu, behave. You’ve barely been here 2 seconds and you already managed to piss her off.” Suguru mused, sitting across from Gojo, his bangs blowing across his face. Shoko snickered at his words, opting for sitting on the edge of the table. You beamed up at the girl attempting to shrug off Gojo’s arm, but he didn’t falter. He tightened his grip on you, popping a few of your grapes into his mouth, pretending to not hear you struggle beside him.

“Shoko! My love, please save me.” Begging the brunette, reaching for her with both of your hands, Suguru sighed audibly while Nanami rolled his eyes at Soturu’s antics. The tall boy just wrapped another arm around you, squeezing you tighter.

“Soturu, do you remember that time last december when we went on a mission and the curse’s power had the power to shrink-”

Almost as if he had been struck by lightning, the blue eyed man released his hold on you instantly, red dusting his pale skin. Snickers left Geto’s lips clearly knowing the backstory, a satisfied hum left Shoko sending a wink your way. You tugged the brunette toward you peppering her face in kisses, loud smacks leaving both of your lips as you giggled to one another.

Shoko had been your best friend since diapers.

You had been through every stage of your life with that girl.

When you had turned 12, you had moved due to your father passing. You had begged and pleaded to not leave, offering any of your possessions but nothing helped.

Your mothers mind was made up.

Having to tell Ieiri that you were leaving was the worst moment of your life. You still remember everything that was said. All of the tears wept between the two of you.

Knowing her temper, the girl had no one to yell at but you. She blamed you at first, out of anger, but deep down she knew she was just trying to protect herself from getting hurt.

You never thought you would see her again but almost as if you guys were meant to be with one another. The pair of you didn’t meet again until you ran into each other at Jujutsu High.

You had never been more thankful in your entire life that you could see all of these awful curses, as long as it meant you could be with your best friend again.

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“And over here is where your dorm will be. You have one neighboring roommate. She’s nice. I’ll introduce you to her… yeah, right through here. ” The tall blonde spoke gently, unlocking your new dorm room giving you a chance to walk in first.

The room was much bigger than you had expected. It was bare. But you didn’t mind. You had plenty of belongings to make it feel like home in no time. Sighing softly as you kicked your slippers off at the entrance, your sock clad feet padding across the wooden floor. Making your way over to the window in the corner of your room. Peeking out the window, a soft gasp leaving your lips.

“Nanami! You never told me I had such a gorgeous view.”

“I wasn’t sure you even had a window.”

“C’mere. Look! You can see all the trees from here,” You mused to the tall man, motioning him over. He gingerly made his way over, bending way down to see the cherry blossom trees coating your windows view. You could see a creek from your room as well, a soft hum left his lips.

With the little space between you, your senses were overwhelmed with what you assumed was his natural scent. Smelling of fresh laundry and… was that cinnamon?

“… all I got was the view of a brick wall.” A snort left your lips snapping you out of your trance, nudging the blonde playfully. An unfamiliar look flashed across his face quickly clearing his throat, maneuvering around you to go towards your dorm door. “I-.. did you have any further questions?”

“Yes actually,” Anyone from a while away could see the nervous wreck that was Nanami Kento, a small part of you only meaning to poke fun at the 2nd year who was standing before you. “Is your dorm also in this hall?”

“Em- since girls and guys have to be in separate halls… I am- I am not.”

“Hm.. what a shame.” Uttering under your breath, knowing full well he could hear it. A rush of pink flooded his face, parting his lips at your words. The blonde fringe covering his eyes partially made you realize how cute his eyes truly were, a soft giggle leaving your lips.

“Nanami… we still have the rest of the tour to go on.”

“Right!- if you follow me…”

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A loud heaving noise to your left made you release Shoko, giving the giggling boy a glare as he looked proud at himself. Both you and the brunette gave him an amused look, gesturing towards him and the dark haired boy beside him.

“I didn’t think you of all people would be against same sex couples considering you have a whole ass boyfriend-”

“That’s not true. Whatsoever. He’s my husband-”

A wave of groans left your group's lips as his long limbs reached across the table to take ahold of Geto’s clasped hands, a look of feigned disgust coated his face. Nanami just rolled his eyes but you took notice of how he had moved his hands under the table. Holding back a chuckle catching his eyes, a faint blush creeped up his neck.

“You haven’t been here long have you?”

“No, not too long. I was bored and the weather was lovely, so I figured why not have my lunch here rather than at the school.” You shrugged your shoulders, finally taking a bite of your sandwich, looking up at the young girl whose lips had already been captured by yet another cigarette. “Shoko… tell me that’s your first one today. It’s barely 11.”

The girl stiffened her hand with the lighter stopping right before her mouth, avoiding your stare. Setting down the sandwich, leaning forward so your face was right under her gaze. She just sighed.

“I don’t want to lie to you…”

“Sho! I thought you were trying to quit.”

“I know, I know! But being around this dumbass makes it incredibly difficult. ” Tilting her head back towards the tall white haired man who was currently trying to balance a glass container on the top of his head, a goofy grin spread across his face.

Hold on.. that’s my glass container.

At the mention of Shoko’s insult he snapped his head toward the two of you. A stream of words began leaving his lips catching sight of your container tumbling off his head. A soft gasp left your lips as you scrambled to reach the glass container, a pair of hands reaching it before it touched the ground.

Nanami looked unamused by Gojo’s actions, setting the container into your awaiting hands, fingers brushing slightly, offering you a smile. A smile graced your lips before quickly turning into a frown, facing the white haired boy.

“Gojo.”

A beat passed, the boy turning his head around to face the tree trunk.

“I’m going to beat your ass.”

“You wish you could touch me.”

“You know I’m one of the only ones who can. That’s why you're not facing me right now.”

Another beat.

He started whistling to himself, his head moving side to side as he pretended to not hear you. A sigh left Geto’s lips, rising from his position on the bench. Shoko hesitated to move but she knew it best if she did, tossing her cigarette under her boot smothering it.

“Soturu. Let’s go before she ends up having to explain to Yaga where you went.”

Soft grumbles left his lips, begrudgingly standing up giving you a quick peek at you over his sunglasses. You pretended to cup your hands together, making him huff and begin to fast walk ahead of your friends. A giggle left your lips, watching him stumble over a rock.

“I’ll see you at training, sweets.” Suguru leaned down to bring you into a warm embrace, rubbing his back as he started after Gojo who was sulking from afar. Suppressing the laugh that begged to be let out at the sight of an almost grown adult, pouting with his arms crossed over his chest. Shoko pressed a chaste kiss onto your cheek, waving goodbye at you.

A sigh left your lips pressing your head onto the wooden table.

“I visibly saw the weight leave your shoulders once he left.”

“I swear. He makes my head pound. How does he even manage that?”

Nanami just let out a soft chuckle, crossing his arms in front of him as he eyed your form. His eyes drifted over your tousled hair splayed on the table, catching sight of a fairly deep cut on the back of your hand. Almost on instinct, his hand reached out, stopping right before he could touch your skin.

“What happened to your hand?”

“Hm?,” Lifting your head up to look at your hands, just now taking notice of the gash on your hand. The blood around it had already dried, looking like it had already begun scabbing over. “That is… a good question. I’m not entirely sure. Sometimes I just get a bunch of random cuts and bruises and have absolutely no recollection of where they came from.”

“It’s truly a surprise you’ve made it this far as a sorcerer if that’s the case.” Nanami hummed a smile tugging at his lips, a laugh leaving your body as your eyes locked with his. A comforting silence washed over the two of you.

The only sound you could hear was the rustling of the leaves above and below you. The breeze was nice and cool on your skin, tugging your shirt hems over your hands.

“Nanami?”

A soft hum.

“Have you ever thought about getting a lip piercing?” The strangest sound left his mouth eyeing your face to see if you were being genuine. Tilting your head at him, quirking an eyebrow at the blonde.

“I- I don’t think it would suit me.”

“Are you kidding? I genuinely thought you were secretly tatted under that uniform. A lip piercing- scratch that, any piercings would 1000% look killer on you. I think it suits your face.”

“... do you truly?”

“I have no reason to lie to you, Kento. I swear.”

His heart soared at your words, a smile gracing his face. He untucked his ears, not a single word leaving his lips. You stared innocently up at him, eyes trailing to where his hair now uncovered. A small gasp left your lips, the sight of pure joy lighting your face up made him chuckle, feeling his face heat up at the look on your face.

“NANAMI KENTO. YOU- YOU HAVE PIERCED EARS.”

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a/n: hi lovelies! this is my first time writing for jjk, i just recently finished watching the series. and i completely fell in love. i have written well over 10k worth of words on this story. plz let me know how you guys feel about it. lots of love <3

Isolation. That's all I ask for. A new life. A new chapter. A new beginning. It happened so often in the beginning of my life, why the fuck did it stop now when I need change the most?

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Under Our Roof - Chapter 5

Sterek | Teen And Up Audiences | WIP

When Erica and Boyd made him one of their newborn daughter's godfathers, Stiles was so excited. He could spoil her, buy her gifts, and when she started crying, he could easily return her to her parents. It was the perfect balance. Little did he know his life would soon change - balancing a kid and a restaurant ownership would be challenging on its own, but he also has to make all of it work alongside the most infuriating person in the world - Derek Hale.

Life as we know it (2010) AU

I own nothing.

bREak up’S aRen’t only ROMAntic

Today.... I stopped thinking as an individual. I selflessly put my needs to the side and I thought of another. My sister. Now! before you start to think that how Could I categorize that as selfless, it’s normal to do that!. Please keep in mind that not all people! not all... Organic family structures are the same. My sister and I are recently getting a long.

And I have to say that in a very loose. Like stretched out taffy loose way. Because I still don't think that we get a long very well. But! there's a mutual respect among us. Our relationship has been strained due to how we were raised.

 I recently went though a break up. I broke up with my mother. You see. She, herself, is one of the many people who have been effected by the life of Black Harlem. In the era of the 70′s and early 80′s. Raised by a broken mother as well. A mother who never received help, Mentally,emotionally and in my personal opinion spiritually too. With this information. I just went over three generations. Myself. my mother and my mothers mother (aka) grandmother. All three people, including myself are people who in many way are emotionally voided, depleted. And in great need of great affection, validation and attention from our nuclear family units.

My grandmother is a very strong woman. (Lets call her Elsie) And! it’s not because she wants to be. My great Grandmother (Lets call her Barbra ) was not a very strong woman. She was a woman succumbed by her circumstance. To me that’s all fine and dandy.,,,, Why?,,,, you say?... Well..... Giving that (Barbra) was born and raised in North Carolina in the 1930‘s I have to say. She’d been though enough.

The way that I was able to get a good idea of what life was like back then (Elsie) are through movies. Such as ”What’s love got to do with it. “ Starring (Angela Bassett) or “The Help.” Staring (Viola Davis & Emma stone) and these movies takes place in the 60′s and 70′s. Now! For my great GRANDMOTHER! (Barbra) I believe She did the best that she could with what she knew how. She was not a scholar or a highly educated woman. But! she was loving, tolerant & mildly strong. But! that’s always been the case when it comes to women of color. They’re strong!

In these long drawn out rants I’m trying to paint you some details on how I have become the way that I have. By giving you the (reader) a clear understanding of my family history, I can avoid you guys thinking I’m a complete asshole. I swear, I’m just half of one! My great grandmother, as far as I know was a maid. and she’d done that for some time. Now! the kicker here is that I’m getting all of this second hand. Not from the horses mouth herself. When I was young. like say..... 10 or even 11 she must have been in her mid 50′s. I knew not what to ask. I also was not it he mindset like I m now to ask her.

When I became much older and more inquisitive about why people were behaving the way that they were in my family. Secrets begun to spill! ...Ahhh that's a lie, more like sprinkle! Yes Sprinkle!!! Over the years I would get little pieces here and there that would not add up until I had done my own psychology study. Started to plug two and two together to make 22!!!!  My grand mother married or at least had relations with a man who was very wealthy. As far as I know. They birth one child together. My grandmother (Elsie) And choose to not stay around for too long.

Here’s where the discord, resentment and self loathing comes into  the family tree. My supposed great grandfather had ambition that out weighed what my great grandmother could even fathom. He asked her what her goals were. What she wanted in life. He asked her if she wanted to have the full American dream. A house and home full of children. As I try my best to understand. Where she’s from. Where her people before her may have come from. Ultra humble beginnings. Her understanding of life. to see why she had mad the choice she had! The twist to this is that My supposed great grandfather was rich.And an Indigenous man. And my grandmother is half African American and half indigenous as well. Two cultures. two huge differences.

From what I understand is that Native American or Indigenous people like to stick with there own. And so does Black women today too. .. Supposedly.. This was a time where people (from my understanding) were not about Racially or ethnically mixing. Despite the fact Barbra is mixed herself. With these pivotal details. He left my grandmother because He felt she was okay with a plate of food and watching TV. I know there has to be more to her story. I wish I had found out sooner. Now! I may have to call her spirit to find out more. And interpretation can get a little messy. 

With all of these colors that painting this family portrait. Barbra had moved on in her life and actually married another man (I can confirms this.) A man who added to the brew of sorrow. I wont give you his last name. But his first name was James. And boy he was a sorry mother fucker. He was an abusive husband and a rapist. As well as a child predator. He would beat on Barbra and rape Elsie, until she had enough and fought back. I also know for a fact that he raped my great uncles and aunts too. All the women in the ranks of great aunts. Don’t allow men to do certain things, even jokingly. They were very, very, over protective of us the children. Even from the males in our family.

From the trauma my grand received from 13 and up. She had become a cold woman. At least to me, this is what I saw.  As a child I was nervous to be around her. Her face, although it showed emotion. It never seemed to shine with light. The blank looks in her eyes. And female baritones of her voice. If you need a sad but accurate portrait of how she looks and an even better on in how she behaves. Just watch the actress “Monique“ in the movie (Precious.) I don't like to bad mouth anyone (who’s family) or make myself seem like “Oh! poor me! But these are just the facts of my life. When I watched the movie “Precious” I could not think of anyone else.

Yes, the movie does feel like how my mother had been raised.My grand had five children all together. And my mother is the eldest. A torch I bare myself. now! As far as the horses mouth! I fed this one myself. I had been cornered by Elsie one day at one of my baby cousins birthday party's. I guess the guilt was ridding her. It was very unexpected. However.... I do have to say, I did pray to “Ochun“ that week. I forgot what for! But! I will give where credit is due. Ochun had given me the clarity I needed to heal from this generational curse.

My grand had come over and literally corned me. She pulls me to the side and begins to sorrow vomit all over me. I was so confused and then I begun to be very sad. You see. I have always heard stories of how my grandmother would beat the kids and how she was extra as fuck. But! when your a teenager and you haven't been through stuff like. What they’re describing. You can only start to think that these are some hate’n ass bitches. Until you hear it straight from the source herself. She proceeds to tell me how. She ain’t shit, wasn't shit and how she don't wanna be a piece of shit anymore!

Standing there, hearing all of those shitty things she had done to my mother and her siblings made me really fucking down. At the moment I was like why the fuck is she telling me all of this. That moment I take it in strides of what that could have meant. Or what it is. depending on my mood and what I’m feeling the meaning changes. I think, at times I was a proxy for her. Since her and my own mother do not speak at all. Other times I look at it as the family history I need to know. In order to know whats happening for the future. The details are how we are. How we have gotten to this place in our family. It’s terrible that the details are sucky. But they’re important.

My mother! Man this woman is a vault of locked secrets. Unfortunately I cant say that about her legs. Any time my mother gets around her type of man. I can mentally see her oozing honey from her Venus fly trap. Legs, springing wide open. Eyes hypnotizing her unknowing victim. (lol) As vivid as that sounds my moms not a slut! I swear!. My mother is an educated woman. A woman who is about her house and home and herself. and always herself. And herself and herself.

Despite being raised by a trauma ridden mother. My mother to me was always dramatic. And has always responded to me as If I was the one who caused her situation to be worse than, what SHE mad it out to be. I should stop writing her as my mother and write her as egg downer. I’m in my feelings.

It’s abundantly clear to me that she never wanted children. Her actions speak louder than her words. However when you tell a narcissist that you would do something for them that's not about them. They tend to make it more about them, When it actually isn't. And get mad about it! (for better context) My mother hid me from my father until I was five years old. That is until the whistle blower. Barbra, spilled the beans to my fathers side of the family. And told them that there’s a new baby in our family and I believe that he is yours too. I tried asking these questions and I get the same reply all the time. It was a challenging time for me. (But! I have questions I have the right to be answered.)

My aunt on my fathers side, told me that she had offered to adopt me if my mother wanted to continue to live her life. I don’t think that the offer was out of spite or malice. I do believe that she had and still has all of the best intentions for me then and even now. Albeit, that’s how the cookie crumbled

 I know She has a lot of trauma. I know she needs psychological help . Or accept it and then whoosah that out!  But! that’s something I cant help her with. Therapy is only for those who seek help. Who actually want it. For most of my child hood I felt Like I was an adult. Always carefully making decisions. Doing stuff  that would give me anxiety. Or having very adult conversations about shit I should not be in. Over all I’m an adult now. With a little bit more sound mind. I’m no longer a child and burdened with the thoughts of how can I deal with this now.

She abandoned me when I was 16. Barley even spoke to me in my 20′s and now in my 30′s. Fully stable and having an amazing career. you wanna start talking to me. You wanna be more active in my life. Be the more motherly. Gurl... bye!!!! I feel the relationship between us is too strained.

For the  sake of honestly and for the sake of me telling you all about my family and its truth. I have tried with her. I allowed her to be in my life. and without skipping a beat she acts as if nothing between us has never occurred. For some people that's cool and okay. For me, I just put up Berlin Walls and barbwire for boundaries. because actions are habitual. At first people try. They may even change. But! When complacency hits! They go back into the same habits. I say this Because that Is what happened. She wanted me to do more for her than she she was willing to do for me. She continuously invalidate what I want. My beliefs and my actions. So, I told her that I can not continue having her in my life. She does not see where she has gone wrong but that is a decision she has made. She’s selfish!

In her selfishness. we had to learn how to deal with her on a day to day basis. Which is why I say “ I too: have issues as well. But! I will not let them pass on to my children.” I mean, I’m the only one who can! My sister cut out her testicles. I mean what the fuck. Now the burden of having children falls on to my shoulders. Besides children, being an Issue. I have to say that my sister in personality is very much like my mother. I’ve also put her on the back burner. She is the pot of beans I put on the stove. But have not turned on. Her energy and personality is too dam extra at times when I’m trying to chill & be breezy.

Well. recently that hot tempered extra person. Done and went down and simmered. Which for me, is not normal at all. I’d rather seem my sister annoyed than sad. Because I don't know what she would do if she’s too sad. That scares me! I have no clue what to do if she was too, too sad. This simmering pot of water I need her to be at a boil. But! she would not allow me to know what’s going on with her. Until It was a bit much for her to hold in. This year alone three of her friends/ associates has died. And one of her really good cis female friends had gotten into a very rough car crash where her face and the steering wheel were basically one. Not to mention she he self is living a life that most deem problematic.  

To be continued...   

I just updated as new chapter <3 hope you like it :3 Chapters: 3/? Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna/Reader, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna & You, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna/Original Female Character(s), Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna/You Characters: Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Reader, Uraume (Jujutsu Kaisen), Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna's Original Form, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna's Extra Mouths, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna is His Own Warning, Possessive Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Four-Armed Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Top Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Dominant Ryomen Sukuna, monster fucking, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna Has Two Penises, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna is a Little Shit, Heian Period, Reader is Not a Jujutsu Sorcerer (Jujutsu Kaisen), Curses, Controling Sukuna, Explicit Sexual Content, Misogyny, Emotional Manipulation, forced bond, Time Travel, non con, Smut, Angst and Tragedy, Reader-Insert, Betrayal, No Escape, Ownership, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna is So Done, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna is Bad at Feelings, Shrine Harem, Size Difference, Suicidal Thoughts, Trapped in Heian period, Broken Heart, Arrogant Sukuna, Cannibalistic Sukuna, Unrequited Love, what is love?, Dark, Corporal Punishment, Double Penetration, Public Humiliation, They/Them Pronouns for Uraume (Jujutsu Kaisen), will add more as the story goes Summary:

After visiting a shrine dedicated to the notorious Ryomen Sukuna, you inexplicably find yourself traversing time, where everything bends to the wicked whims of the sadistic King of Curses. As he revels in his power, Sukuna takes pleasure in breaking you, twisting you into submission, and exploiting your ignorance to gain full control. No matter how hard you try, he will not tolerate his possession, his plaything, wandering away from his claws.

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Oh my god Robin, give our poor Iruma a break.

New chapter out! Complete with a concept sketch of my girl Harper!!