#I WILL figure out how to make this house possible

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[2:24 pm]

(cw: f!reader, suggestive, profanity, written on my phone so expect some typos)

“Baby, are you sure your big gave you permission to drive his car?” You asked fratboy!Jaehyun, eyes on him as he drove.

“Sweetheart, he basically begged me to take this baby for a spin! He asked me to water his plants, feed the dogs, and asked me to make sure the car was alright! A car like this needs to be taken out on a regular basis!” Jaehyun explained, his eyes not leaving the road ahead of the both of you.

Earlier today when Jaehyun had told you to come to the frat house, you hadn’t expected anything out of the ordinary. Even when he’d told you to make sure you were dressed up, you didn’t question it. It was pretty safe to say that you definitely weren’t expecting to see your boyfriend waiting for you while leaning against a Maserati! A sleek and shiny luxury car that had you wondering if cars were actually sexy like guys always talked about.

“Please don’t tell me you took out a loan for this. I know guys find cars sexy, but you’re smarter than this. Did you mix alcohols last night?” You asked with concern clear in your tone.

Jaehyun waved you off with a laugh and explained that his big, a major donor to the frat, had asked him to house sit for the week. That’s how you’d gotten here, in the leather passenger seat of the fanciest car you’d ever been in and on your way to a restaurant equally as fancy.

This restaurant Jaehyun had insisted on taking you to was about half an hour from campus, so while he focused on the road, you were in charge of directions. At least you were supposed to be, but how could you possibly focus on the screen of your phone when your boyfriend looked absolutely scrumptious behind the wheel?

He was in a crisp dress shirt, a bow tie around his neck with one hand at the top of the wheel and the other pinching his bottom lip gently while he hummed along to the song on the radio. “How far away is the exit, sweetheart?” He asked, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

“Huh? Oh, um…” you looked at the screen of your phone in your hands, “oh shoot. It’s rerouting. The next exit is in 3 miles.”

“Alright, thanks, Sweets. I made a reservation for this place so we can’t be too late,” he tells you, leaning over to give your thigh a gentle squeeze.

With his touch you feel your heart pound even faster, face growing hot. Did he even know what the hell he was doing to you? Touching you, taking you on a spontaneous date, looking like a model right off the runway, and just being the best boyfriend ever. He was everything you’d ever dreamed of, everything any girl dreamed of.

This effect he had on you was something else completely. So strong and intense that you’d now missed the exit you were supposed to take and the next 4 that followed. You even make him accidentally take the wrong exit a couple times because you glance at the screen right after you miss the exit you’re supposed to take and panic as you tell him to take the next one, even if it’s the wrong one.

Jaehyun groaned, trying to keep himself calm despite how frustrated he was feeling,“Sweetheart, we have 5 minutes before we lose our reservation and we’re 15 minutes away. What is making you so distracted?! It’s not hard to look at your screen, Sweets, we do it all the time.”

You flush with embarrassment, “baby, I’m distracted!”

“Distracted by what?! Sweetheart I’m going to have to break a handful of driving laws to make it to this restaurant on time,” he sighs tiredly, trying to hide his frustration with you.

He was trying to be spontaneous! How often did a couple of college kids get to go to a restaurant this fancy? Never. Since his big was paying him pretty handsomely for house sitting, Jaehyun had figured he could treat you by taking you out to the nicest dinner both of you had ever shared. This was a big step up from the usual diners and small food shops you usually went to.

“But you just look so fucking good right now! How am I meant to be looking at a phone when I would so much rather be looking at you? Seriously, babe, you look so sexy. I don’t know if it’s the dress shirt or you behind the wheel but something is doing it for me,” you confess with hot cheeks.

It’s Jaehyun’s turn to flush now, was the car hitter or was it just him? And then the next words that leave your lips have him wishing for the earth to swallow him whole. Very sweetly, very calmly, you ask, “do your think your big would know if we had sex in here?”

Jaehyun swerves the car, hearing multiple honks from his fellow drivers on the freeway. He swallows hard, eyes wide, “Sweetheart, you can’t just ask a guy that when he’s driving!”

You pout at him, reaching across the center console to hold his hand, “but you’re not just a guy. You’re my guy, you’re my boyfriend.”

“God, you’re going to be the fucking death of me, Sweetheart,” he sighs under his breath, then his back straightens and a smug smile comes over his handsome features, “I’m that distracting in a bow tie, huh?”

“Don’t let it get to your big head, take this exit,” you instruct with a playful roll of your eyes.

So that’s how you and Jaehyun find yourselves sitting across from each other with the finest food you’ve ever eaten. You have a happy smile on your face while you take another bite of the delicious food on your plate, and Jaehyun who sits across from you and wishes he’d never chosen a restaurant so far from home and chosen some looser dress pants. The things he does for you…

[nudijsmos]

stalker's tango.

pairing: stalker!bangchan x female!reader.

what would you do if you had a man spying on your most "intimate" moment? surely everything except letting him corrupt your body like a rag doll. or not, no one judges you.

warnings: explicit content, mentions of cnc and mask kink, knife kink, female masturbation, blowjob (male recieving), riding a knife like it’s the end of the world, sadistic bangchan, mention of blood while orgasm, reader it’s a whore for everything he does, petnames, degradation kink.

a/n: i swear i'm not so normal about him. 🙏🏼

your saturdays were certainly the most boring days of your week: no parties, no hanging out with friends, no alcohol and especially no one to spend the rest of the night with.

it was certainly a very niche wish of yours but there were times when you locked yourself into books to feel something new, even if it was fictional. the pleasure that these erotic books generated for you was too ecstatic for anyone else who will not be able to understand the reason for the great fascination with them.

especially if you use it as a method of self pleasure, mostly to reward you after a rough week.

your fingers lay between the folds of your cunt, opening their way with parsimony in a tortuous swing that left plain sight how weak you manage to put yourself to all kinds of touch, your chest uncovered just so that one of your nipples will remain on the paradise of lust that was building in your body. the wet feeling of your throbbing lips against each touch was music to your ears, coming to rub you more and more on them as if it were a sex toy; you wanted to remove all frustration in them for the most pathetic of what was seen.

the viscous sensation of your fluids invading, staining every end of your digits could get you drunk if it was scientifically possible, gently squeezing the apex of your clitoris only for the purpose of turning yourself into a bunch of moans. it's too inappropriate for an explicit scene to have put yourself like that.

your lips parting to let out another sultry moan that echoes the room, it’s actually a relieve that you have the house completely alone ‘cause if you were with your parents in the other room those slutty groans and gaps would get you grounded as fuck. even though what you are doing it’s risky, you still want to keep that tortuous pace on your vulva.

it’s difficult when you suddenly gasp louder, your fingers picking up speed. your pumping is getting sloppy and you constantly shift on the mattress like a greedy puppy, hungry for more.

your knees buckled at the near feeling of your orgasm reaching, pleading to be released when suddenly a noise distracts you.

on the side of your window, the shadow of what appears to be a person begins to become visible, a robust figure that slowly becomes more present: those eyes observed the apex of your thighs with desire, a heavy breath that fogged the glass. the only problem was that you couldn't see his entire face.

fear invaded you, a strange combination along with your denied orgasm made you beg with your eyes for two things. your liberation or that he wouldn't kill you.

tears falling from your eyes, thinking that this must be just a bad nightmare and that's it.

while on the side of the dark stranger, saying that he was enchanted from the moment he slipped through the balcony window was an understatement... almost nothing.

under curses around his plump lips he holds back the urge to pull out his erect member from his denim pants. It wasn't the first time he followed your steps, but it was the first time he saw you in such a deplorable and exciting state.

his hands gently forced the lock of the window, slowly opening it and as he went up your groaning heard sharper, making his sanity gradually disappear. the sound that comes out of your mouth was like an invitation for him to take advantage of it, as if you were doing a show just for him to see. or at least he wanted to believe that.

with the agility of a cat, broke into your room without any warning and searched his way through your body like a desperate man. the hands of that mysterious elder were placed in your mouth to make it impossible for any complaint to come out of you, bringing you even closer until those dark eyes connected again with yours almost in a plea not to stop.

"mhm.. what we have here?" she says in a flirtatious tone. his voice was deep and rough, as if his throat dried up when he saw you please her. "a dirty whore who thinks no one can see her being so fucking provocative."

your hum was vibrating against the palm of his hand, and tears were running down your rosy cheeks. you were scared - even terrified, this was too real to be just a dream of yours. his hand was so big. he hugged your face in such a way that it covered your nostrils as well, making it harder to breathe. his face was covered with shadows and a black mask hid his mouth, only one of his darkened eyes visible in the night.

your eyes roamed your room, trying to find something to use as a defense mechanism for escape. the man noticed your attempts immediately, "what are you doing, my dear? nah.. you won’t walk away from this."

his free hand was going down to the top of your underwear without too much haste since he wanted very internally to drain all your energy in what remained of the night. the thin fingers of the masked man seemed to know your body from beginning to end, outlining the folds of your intimacy as if he had memorized them, pressing his thumb against your clitoris causing a gorgeous and sharp moan to come out of your lips.

"how noisy you get to be sometimes, you’re going to blow my head if you keep this way," again the boy’s voice overwhelmed you and promptly you only deigned to nod while his nimble hand was getting rid of your underwear, the lace rubbing your thighs as it slid down your skin almost like a cut. sharp and painful.

the gloved hand of the chestnut bathed in your fluids, going up and down between your folds and listening to that characteristic sound of it. your eyes were still on that handsome man, half-closed for pleasure and your mouth just babbling overflowed prayers to the contrary.

"just look at you. you look so insultingly pathetic." he muttered between his teeth as he moved to the side of the bed, standing on the ground at the perfect height for your watery face to be millimeters - if you could say so of his crotch.

from his trousers he pulled out a red-handle leather knife, the edge of the weapon shone with the light of your room lamp. "what would you do if i used this on you? would it be right to put the edge inside you and watch you kill yourself while riding it alone or should i use the handle as a dildo?"

the edge of the knife would go in? what, that would be too much and no matter how hot you are you wouldn’t let your parents see you dead from an orgasm. "please." you sounded so pitiful, even the elder was pleased to see you in spite of not knowing what to choose. "choose m'lady, the edge or just the handle of the knife."

another breath of pain was heard through the room, without the man realizing you were already a mess; dripping your thighs and nipples slightly erect with only the sight of him waiting for some answer from you. your eyes were turned to his crotch and back to his right hand, which with agility held the knife, you did not know where to put all your attention.

"the handle, use the handle." god, he could die from just hearing you say that. his left-hand was unbuttoning his pants without lowering them at all, the same with his boxer that marked on his elastic calvin klein on his waist.

the handle of the knife was rubbing against your vulva as if it were a sex toy of those you kept somewhere in your room while suddenly the boy’s dick went inside your mouth, not giving you any choice but to pump your head and try not to choke by how it stretched your mouth cavity looked to him, seeing you as a fleshlight for his cock.

"that is bunny, take my cock just as well. almost seems like you were made for this, being such a cocksleeve for a stranger.. what a desperate thing." the voice of that man was bouncing through the walls of your ears like a forbidden melody, the handle of the knife was penetrating you causing several cries of pain to drown in the chestnut’s phallus. " there you go, take it like a good girl, you’ve grown up so much so i bet you have some kind of experience gettin' sluted out.”

the leather of the knife was moistened inside you, the rubber walls were adjusted to its size as if really your whole body was made so that he can abuse it, hurt it too - of course and hurts as hell compared to the different dildos that you had used on you.. but holy mother who could kick you out of just hearing him curse your own existence by smearing his weaponry with your slick and blood.

you have no idea how men can be saddled with a palate full of sophomoric slapstick. but a dick is a dick, and something tells you that he won’t let you go empty-handed on this one. "you're not tapping out already, are ya’? cause you looked so pretty with your mouth full of my dick.. use your tongue just a bit more and keep the fucking pace or i'll stab your stomach.” he demanded, fuck he sounded so hot saying that.

the masked man’s hand was gradually bathed in blood surrounding the material of his glove, each cut that made the girl’s movements only left him more stunned at the sight of the young woman being raped in pleasure. who would say that the facade of a sweet and well-dressed girl could be destroyed in one night by him. the assaults became much faster and deeper, the splashing of material against the intimacy of the female became more noticeable along with the obscene expressions that were ripping from her rosy face.

under the mask the man could say that he was worse than his companion; drops of sweat falling down his forehead and his meaty lips were wounded from the number of times that their canines killed them with careless bites, tearing the skin of these on purpose to feel the metallic taste of his blood rub his palate. “how does it feel having a complete stranger arranging your guts with a knife? huh?.. what i even ask you if you can even look me in the eye while you're blowing me out.”

“i fuckin' hate you.” you spat, getting his cock out of your weeping mouth. his hand began to move from the base to the tip of his member, masturbating it over your face without stopping the previous movements that were creating a burning feeling in your lower abdomen, your free hand was held from the ends of your sheets being almost impossible this time to shut up, “ you motherfu-.. oh god!!”

your legs weakened and the heat of your lower stomach was increasing more and more, reaching to raise your body from the mattress by the over stimulation that you were subjected to, something that the elder loved, dying inside to see you like this for a while.

“that's it sweet girl, keep struggling, ‘m gonna cum on your pretty face and you're gonna make a mess in my hand.. understood? show me how weak you manage to put yourself into”.

you hated to say he was in fact right but you were close to your limit, you hated with all your soul that the touch of that stranger makes you tremble with pleasure. you hated that especially warmed you to the idea that this would not be the last time he broke into your house. “s-sir.. ‘m close.. bun wants to.. please”, you couldn’t speak - not even say a single word.

that’s how the masked man let out all his seed on your face, smearing your cheeks and corners with his semen just as you burst on the handle of the knife that had made his hand a table full of cuts and drops of blood that combined with your fluids.

this couldn’’t be better, clearly not.. right?.

(...)

"bun.. bun, baby" you heard a familiar voice echoed onto your ears. "baby dol,l you fell asleep again". it was your boyfriend who spoke to you with a worried tone but with some happiness of seeing you again.

"what are you doing here? i..didn’t know you were coming." you mumbled shyly as you climbed into the sheets to check that you were still in your clothes. and so it was, but there was something else lying at the end of your bed: a knife with its blood-stained leather and in the distance the shadow of that man walking away from your window.

it certainly wouldn’t be the first or last time you would see him spying on every move you made in the distance, and that made you more than eager to be used by him again.

and only for him.

[kimulus0check]

I'm very new to the world of eltingville, but was hoping if I could get headcanons for the four guys as dads? How they handled pregnancy, if they're a girl dad or boy dad, if they're even a good dad to begin with?? If after the first one would they possibly want more? If this is a lil goofy to ask I don't blame you for not answering but I'm just curios how you would see it

I’m gonna hold your hand when I say that they’d all be dead beat fathers.

Tw: child abuse, unhealthy parenting

Bill hates everything. I cannot see him caring for no kid of his own. If you somehow convince him to stay and be in the picture he’s going to be an abusive father. He will not hold back his anger because he never did before and he sure won’t for this kid. Probably will talk down and try to fight you in front of the kid. “That kid will be soft if you keep coddling it, I’m toughing them up for the real world.” He says as he full on belted this kid for touching his comics.

Josh would be shitting actual bricks when you tell him you’re having his baby. He doesn’t think he could ever be a father even more so he thinks that he is going to have to move out of his mother’s house. He’d be an emotionally absent father. He will take his insecurity out on this poor kid and not be there for them when they are upset or crying. He will deadass hand them over to you when he made them cry because they tried to play with his action figures.

Pete would absolutely leave you to be a single mom. He will see this and think nothing more than an inconvenience. If for some reason you want him to stay he will traumatize your kid. He’s not gonna change career paths, he’s not gonna stop drinking or stop doing drugs, he’s not gonna stop bringing women from work home while you’re at work. He will put every violent horror movie with this kid in the room and make him scared shitless. If that kid starts crying or gets scared he will laugh at them.

Jerry would try to be in the kids life but not give any financial support. His job is professional card gaming at cons. He’s not racking in enough to pay half of child support and support himself. If the kid starts crying or get upset Jerry would attempt to cheer them up but would ultimately hand them over to you if his motivational speeches doesn’t work. If the kid gets angry or upset he will shut off. Even if the kid full on kicking him he will not engage nor look at him. If the kid isn’t into any of his hobbies Jerry will would have a hard time connecting with them.

[hoonieyun]

girls night!!!

pairing: sim jaeyun x reader x park sunghoon

warnings: mentions of death, murder, blood, profanity, murder chase scene, stalking, like overall slasher movie vibes, 18+

pls ignore timestamps and possible typos lol - part of this chapter is written, please make sure to read the written portion to understand the whole story

wc: 3979

you and the girls arrive at karina’s family cabin exhausted and aggravated, mostly just you and daniella because karina’s car had broken down right before the long driveway that would lead to the cabin. it took about half an hour walking through the dense snowy forest in the dark to get to the cabin. you didn’t even wanted to go in the first place after everything that has transpired within the last month or so– but after karina and daniella begged you to tag along because it would be good for your mental health; you’re regretting it now more than ever as you’re huffing and puffing, standing at the cabin’s front porch waiting for karina to open the door. 

karina is fiddling with the keys, struggling to get the right key to open the door because of her gloves so daniella snatches it out of her hands, “give it to me.” she says and in just a few seconds the door is swinging open and the three of you are rushing inside to get away from the cold. 

the three of you are instantly scattering around the cabin, trying to figure out where the heater is because karina said, “i haven’t been here since i was 5, sorry i don’t remember where the heat is!” to which you and daniella just rolled your eyes in response. 

you all made your separate ways throughout the cabin to look for the central heating system, karina went to the basement because she knew the house the most, daniella stayed on the main floor while you ventured upstairs. you peered around the top floor, looking into different rooms to see which one you’d lay claim for the weekend. you weren’t necessarily looking for the heating system because you knew one of them would find it and it made no sense for it to be upstairs. you did, however, realize there was a locked room upstairs that was in the farthest right side of the cabin. 

after trying to jiggle the knob and slightly forcing the door open, you failed to get the door to move one bit. you were going to pry further but you hear danielle call for you downstairs. 

“find the heater?” you ask as you descend down the wooden staircase to rejoin the girls. 

“yes! yes, i did. it was in the basement.” karina said with a smile. the three of you would go on to take a moment to unpack your things into your own bedrooms and rest a bit before reconvening downstairs to have dinner together. you’re putting your coat into the closet when you hear a creak come from outside of your bedroom door. it’s slightly ajar but you don’t see anyone in the hallway, “hello? karina? dani?” you asked and there was no response so you just went back to unpacking. 

you hadn’t even realized during your rushed packing that you had packed one of intak’s sweaters and jake’s beanie. your mind instantly travels to the memories of when you stole those items from them, intak had saved up his money from his very first job to by the coat that was way more expensive than it needed to be and when he noticed how much you liked it; he let you take it even though he had worked so for it. 

jake’s beanie, it was a crochet hat made with cream colored yarn that you always said that it made him look like a puppy because the hat would slouch over, making it look like he had puppy ears. you held both items close to you, slipping them back into your suitcase because you didn’t want it to potentially be left behind if you were to put the items into the closet. 

you rejoin karina and daniella downstairs after you’ve changed into fresh clothes and take a seat next to daniella at the kitchen bar, “fuck i have no signal.” she sighs, prompting you and karina to check your phones. you both nod in agreement and grimace at the idea that you three were now in the snowy forest with no signal. 

“at least we have each other, right..?” karina chuckles trying to lighten the mood and at first you and daniella just give her a deadpanned expression but you can’t help but laugh at karina’s cute attempt at lightening the mood. 

“ok, true. i wouldn’t want to be stuck in a cabin with anyone else, i guess..” you say teasingly and almost miss the glance that karina and daniella give each other. 

“what was that..?” you ask, looking at the both of them. they just shrug and try to change the subject but you interject; forcing them to explain what their exchange of glances meant. 

“well, i can just think of someone else you’d like to be stuck in a cabin with.” daniella says and you look at her with a furrowed expression, urging her to elaborate on her statement because you weren’t sure what she was talking about. 

“you have gotten pretty close with sunghoon again..” karina speaks out and your eyes widen and mouth flies open. you couldn’t believe your friends were teasing you about your relationship with sunghoon right now. “he’s just being nice! sorry that i’m finding comfort in him..” you say with a pout and the girls reassure you that they don’t think it was wrong. they were simply stating an observation about the fact that you were getting close with your ex again and it has only been a few months since the two of you have broken up. 

🗡

you and the girls spend the rest of the night relaxing and eating dinner. karina had made some beef soup and you all enjoyed it in the jacuzzi towards the back of the cabin. you were always baffled at the amount of money karina’s family had because she wasn’t a spoiled brat like one would expect. she was very humble and hardworking; it wasn���t even until the year before did you find out karina was well off when you put two and two that her parents were the owners of the biggest hospital and pharmaceutical in the country. 

she explained that she wanted to somewhat hide that part of her life because she was afraid of people not only judging her but also taking advantage of her. she had only told you, daniella, and wonyoung the truth one night because she wanted for all of you to move in with her into the apartment her parents bought her and couldn’t come up with any explanation as to why she didn’t need any of you to pay rent. 

needless to say, your perception of karina never changed; she’ll always be the sweet and silly girl you first met in college. 

“okay, i’m going to shower. i feel like a prune.” you explain, pulling yourself out of the hot tub, karina following after. “not coming?” karina asked daniella and she shakes her head, “no, i think i’m going to brew in this hot tub a bit longer, my muscles are so sore from all that walking.” she explained, the two of you nodding in response. 

“okay, well don’t be in here too long; there might be a ghost.” karina teased and dani just gives her a dry laugh, not amused at her little joke. 

“should we have hot chocolate later?” you ask and they both beam in excitement at the mention of the warm, sweet, and creamy drink. “we should probably find something to do in the meantime, since we don’t have signal, maybe we can watch a movie or play a board game.” karina adds and you all keep that in mind for later. 

it was only 8pm so that night was fairly young and since it was only saturday, you’d have all of tonight and tomorrow to do whatever you wanted to try and get your mind off of the losses you’ve experienced within the last few months. the girls were right to pull you away from that proximity even if it was just for a day or two. you were beginning to fight off the impending feeling that the decelis killer was always looming by. like they were closer than you think and was always a step ahead. 

a little weekend getaway wasn’t going to fix the pain that you were experiencing but it was definitely good to get away for a bit. you lived in the same apartment wonyoung got murdered in and your brother and childhood best friend lived only a few miles away. all of it was still so fresh and you couldn’t fully process everything, no matter how long things would pass. 

jake had only passed merely 24 hours ago and although the image of his lifeless body was permanently ingrained into your mind, all you could think about was the fact that the last few moments you had with jake was an argument over the fact that he loved you and you were too blind to see it. 

you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have feelings for jake. someone as handsome, kind, and funny as him; anyone would fall for him. and so did you, but you felt like jake would never see you in that way so you pushed those feelings deep inside of you in hopes that they’d never resurface. 

that you could go on with your life with jake as your best friend and nothing more. you later started dating sunghoon sophomore year of university. he had accidentally ran into you at the cafeteria causing you to spill your tray of food all over yourself and although you told him that it was fine, he insisted on paying you back in someway. that being, a date and he’d pay for a whole new outfit to replace the one he ruined. thinking back at it now, you begin to pick up on the little signs that jake never liked sunghoon. 

you had always deduced it to the fact that he was just protective over you but jake always sent sunghoon bitter glances, would try to compete with sunghoon on who knew you the best, and would make excuses to avoid being in the same place as him unless he absolutely needed to be. you sighed at the thought, wishing that your best friend and ex-boyfriend could’ve gotten along better; meaning that maybe things would be different? 

who knows if that even would have changed the way things are right now. the decelis killer would probably still be running around causing havoc and fear. 

you’re broken out of your thoughts when you hear hard pounding downstairs followed by daniella screaming, instantly bolting downstairs to see what was wrong and to make sure that daniella was fine. 

sunghoon was on his way to you in no time thanks to heeseung. the two of them including jay who had fallen asleep in the backseat did their best to drive through the snow before it got so dark that it would add onto the dangers of driving on the snow. sunghoon wasn’t able to calm his nerves at all, no matter the amount of texts he would send to the unknown number, he’d get nothing back which only infuriated him further. 

there were no peaceful thoughts running through his mind as they traveled to the cabin. he was thinking of all the ways he would get revenge if the decelis killer so much as leaves a scratch on you. he would never forgive himself if you died and he’d do everything he can to get revenge. 

“we’re an hour away, we should be there soon.” heeseung explains and sunghoon is still silent, a part of him wanting to insist that heeseung drive faster but he knew that it wouldn’t be a good idea if they got hurt in the process of coming to save you and the girls. heeseung quickly asks sunghoon for his phone to check the gps, handing it over while he his eyes focus on the icy road before them. 

sunghoon checks his watch and it reads 730pm, the sun is just completely set and they’ve been the only people left on the road for the last hour or so. he was impatientlu shaking his leg up and down as the drive went on which didn’t go unnoticed by heeseung. 

“everything is going to be alright, man.” heeseung says, trying to comfort his friend. “you really like her, huh?” he asks and a smile breaks out onto sunghoon’s lips like it was a secret or something. 

“no.. i love her, a lot.” he corrects heeseung and he nods in response while jay laughs in the backseat at his twin brother’s sappy behavior. “bro, sunghoon is whipped for yn. he would be at yn’s beck and call if he could.” he says, teasing his brother. 

“shut up, dude.” sunghoon says sending jay daggers in the rearview mirror but jay just mimics his expression like they were little kids. “i don’t care that we broke up and i was the one who initiated it, i still love her and i’ll do anything to protect her.” he says and although there was no tension in the car after he says this, the car falls silent as if the air in the small space has changed with sunghoon’s words. 

like there was a deeper meaning behind his words that neither of the other two could pinpoint. 

🗡

the boys have finally arrived at karina’s family cabin and its almost 9pm when they get there. they had driven past karina’s car at some point and had to find an alternate route around because her car was blocking the main entrance road that led to the cabin, adding onto the time that it took to get there. 

but when they arrived it seemed all too normal, like there was no impending doom that loomed around the cabin. was sunghoon just being pranked? he tries to pull out his phone to send another text to the unknown number but realizes that he has no signal, which he soon realizes why you probably hadn’t received any of his texts. 

the three guys walk up to the front door and with a heavy knock, jay uses his fist to knock on the door to which they hear one of you scream from inside, causing panic on both sides of the door. sunghoon and the guys are instantly trying to find ways to get inside as they begin to fear that the killer has gotten there before them and has begun to torment you and the rest of the girls. 

with all their force and combined strength, sunghoon, jay, and heeseung manage to bust through the front door, falling onto the ground as it swings open and are surprisingly met with no murderer as you and the girls stare at them as if they were insane. 

daniella is standing at the bottom of the stairs in a robe while you and karina are in the midst of descending the stairs when they had fallen through the door. the three girls looking at them with shocked and confused expressions but relief washes over everyone as you all realize that the potential danger behind each side of the door was not danger at all. 

🗡 

“hoon? what the fuck are you guys doing here?” you ask while rushing over to him and the guys to help them up. “you didn’t get my texts?” to which you shake your head. 

“no signal out here.” you say while sending a glare to karina and she just sheepishly grins. “i got a text from an unknown number threatening you.” he says, pulling his phone out again to show you the texts but when he opens his messages, the text from the unknown number is gone; causing you to give him a narrowed glare. you didn’t fully believe that it wasn’t true but a part of you also felt like he just wanted to be with you this weekend and may have come up with an excuse to do just that. 

“hey! it’s girls night!!!” karina shouts with a huff and the guys all look at each other, a bit embarrassed for crashing your weekend but there was nothing much to do besides let them stay. jay and heeseung try to vouch for sunghoon that they saw the text but you just brush it off, letting them inside so they could warm up, ultimately letting them crash your girls' night. 

everyone goes about their separate ways for a while, jay and heeseung in the living room, daniella upstairs, karina in the kitchen, and you bring sunghoon up to your room to talk. “did you really get a text?” and he nods, almost begging you to believe him with the way his eyes were staring into yours and you choose to believe him because what does he need to lie for. 

“we’re leaving tomorrow night but i’m gonna be honest i’m glad you’re here.” you confess and sunghoon shyly smiles at you. 

“why, huh? need a big strong man like me to protect you, princess?” he says, flexing his arms which look ridiculously huge in his giant coat but you just laugh at him like he’s a fool. he hasn’t called you princess in a long time and the petname leaving his lips gave you butterflies. it was like all of your feelings for sunghoon were coming back to you like when you first started dating. 

“look i just wanted to say that-” sunghoon begins to speak but the two of you are suddenly engulfed in darkness as the lights go out. “what the fuck?” you breathe out and sunghoon instantly grabs your hand to make sure you’re closeby so he doesn’t lose you. 

the two of you carefully make your way downstairs, hugging the walls in the darkness and at some point are slightly startled when you run into daniella who was leaving her room to rejoin everyone as well. when you reach the living room you’re about to ask what was happening when the lights are suddenly back on. jay is standing in the middle of the living room and heeseung is beside him, much like they were when you had left them prior. 

although, karina hasn’t rejoined the rest of you. “where’s karina?” you ask and the boys just shrug to which they earn an aggravated huff as you try to look for her where you last saw her go, the kitchen. a scream rips through the air as you enter the kitchen as you find karina lying in a pool of her own blood beside the fridge which was still slightly open. 

everyone follows suit when they hear your scream and see the horror of what caused the shriel to rip through the air. sunghoon instantly shields you away, pulling you to the side and into his arms to hide you from having to look at yet another one of your friend’s dead body. he’s hugging you and rubbing your back softly, whispering soothing words into your ear in an attempt to calm you down but it doesn’t work. you’re crying hysterically as daniella has begun to frantically yell and make an attempt to call the cops, but because there was no signal and the nearest sign of civilization was several miles away; she ultimately gives up. 

“the killer is here, sunghoon was right.” jay says and all of you look towards him as he exits the kitchen. you’re still crying into sunghoon’s chest when the rest of them try to come up with a plan. 

“here’s what we’ll do, jay go find a blanket to cover karina’s body, we all need to gather our things and leave, if that fucker is here then that means one of us could be next and we can’t stick around until morning to leave.” sunghoon says, everyone listening intently but you’ve started to zone out, unable to focus as now there was yet another image of one of your friend’s dead body burned into your mind. 

you were starting to feel like you were the reason for all of this. like you were a bad omen and brought death wherever you went. 

“princess, are your things upstairs in your room?” and you just nod in response, sunghoon telling you that he was going to quickly pack up your things so that you could all get out of there using heeseung’s car to drive to the nearest town over and calling authorities once you have signal. 

when sunghoon tries to pull away you hold onto him tighter, afraid that if he leaves your sense of safety would diminish so the two of you walk upstairs together to pack your things. as you pass through the hallway and the several doors, including the one that led to karina’s room, you’re reminded of the door that was locked that you couldn’t get into. 

“wait– hoon. there’s a locked door at the end of the hallway, what if the killer is in there?” you ask, fear coating your words as you turn your gaze towards the door that was shadowed by the darkness of the hallway. no amount of light shining near the wooden door. 

you and sunghoon cautiously walk towards the door, sunghoon making sure to hide you behind him just incase something were to happen. when he reaches for the doorknob, it’s surprisingly unlocked but you could’ve sworn it was locked when you first noticed the door. sunghoon swings the door with a creak and the two of you are met with none other than a simple bedroom. there was nothing out of the ordinary in the room, a bad sat in the center of the room much like the rest of the rooms in the cabin, a night stand on each side of the bed and a closet towards the back. 

the moonlight shined into the room through the window and your worries wash away as you’re met with nothing, the fear of something sinister and dark lying wait in the room was soon gone, allowing you and sunghoon to return to your room with less worries of the killer being in the room near yours. 

🗡

the drive to the next town over was quick as heeseung drove with haste, making sure to get to safety before the killer could strike again. daniella is the one to make the call to the police about what happens and the cops are seemingly all too familiar with the string of murders as they inform her that any further deaths or attacks in regard to the decelis killer would be reported to the two detectives on duty for the case. 

you spend the rest of the night driving back to your city after being instructed by the law enforcement that you all would need to head to the station for questioning as they send a police and medical team to the cabin to assess the situation and make arrangments for karina’s body to be taken back once they’ve ensured the area is safe. 

the only thing on your mind as you drift off to sleep in sunghoon’s arms as the two of you sit in the back of heeseung’s car was that you felt guilty. 

guilty that it seems your friends were being killed one by one and felt as if they deserved to live more than you. survivor’s guilt eating at you from the inside out as you add yet another person to the list of people who have gotten murdered within the last few months that was dear to your heart. 

glancing up at sunghoon’s sleeping figure, afraid that he may be next; and what you would do to 

prevent anyone else from being next if it meant putting your own life on the line. 

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Sang-woo finds out that you’re pregnant {Fluff}(Oneshot)

requested by: @daeholuvs

it was a normal morning…not for you though. You have been feeling really sick lately and it has worried your husband , Cho Sang-woo , a lot. He has suggested you went to the doctor or even taking some days off work to take care of you which was unusual of him since he’s a workaholic. You really appreciated his care and love for you but you kept telling him that you’re okay and it’s gonna go away soon…

…but it hasn’t. You knew that something’s wrong but you couldn’t possibly tell Sang-woo because it was gonna worry him more and get distracted from work.

today you woke up feeling extremely exhausted, with a sharp pain in your stomach and you felt nauseous. That’s when you realised. You were late on your period too but you thought it was just a coincidence but now…it can’t all be just a coincidence.

—are you sure you’re gonna be fine? You look exhausted, honey.

Sang-woo says with a worried look

—don’t worry , sweetheart, I’m gonna be just fine , I’ll drink some tea and take some medicine and I’ll be as right as rain immediately!

You say with a reassuring smile as you’re caressing his cheek. Sang-woo sighs and gives in.

—if you say so…but call me if anything happens to you , please don’t hesitate, alright?

—okay baby I will…now go , you’ll be late!

You and Sang-woo share one last kiss before he leaves for work. As soon as he leaves , you decide to take action. You get ready and go to the pharmacy to get a pregnancy test.

positive.

you look at it with tears in your eyes. You don’t know if they’re happy tears or tears of frustration. “How is Sang-woo going to react?” is the only thought in your head right now.

“call me if anything happens to you , don’t hesitate.”

you keep rethinking his words. You don’t know if you should call him or keep it a secret. Which would be the best choice to make?

you decided to keep it a secret , just for a while. Keeping your pregnancy a secret from your husband wouldn’t hurt…right?

Your morning sicknesses have been getting worse and it worries Sang-woo so much. He keeps trying to convince you for him to take some days off to take care of you or for him to help you with the chores but you’re playing tough and immediately turn them down. He can’t lie , he has noticed you gaining a little bit of weight recently but his mind doesn’t go to pregnancy and of course he doesn’t mention your weight gain because he knows that you’re insecure and that it would be rude of him to tell you something like that. (He’s such a gentleman hehhehehe😍🙏😜)

it has been about a month and a half since you found out that you’re pregnant. You still have your doubts about telling Sang-woo but you can’t keep lying to him that you’re okay. You finally take the courage to tell him after he comes home from work. You prepare his favourite meal , tidy the house and wait for him to return.

The clock strikes 6:00. It’s time. The door slowly open , revealing the familiar figure of Sang-woo.

—honey , I’m back!

He walks to the kitchen and see’s his favourite meal on the table and you , sitting there and , in his eyes , looking beautiful as ever.

—hey baby…how was work?

You give him a kiss and you both sit on the table.

—does it matter? Right now , I’m home , with my amazing wife who has once again made a delicious meal for me…I really don’t deserve you.

You blush but also feel guilt on the inside. How could you lie to such an innocent and kind human being?

—um Sang-woo I would like to talk to you about something—

he gets up as your talking and interrupts you by leaning over you and kissing you. As you’re both melting into each other’s lips he wraps his hands around your waist and they go down to your stomach but feels something weird…this is not the stomach he’s used to touching…it’s…round? He freezes. You realise where his hands have gone to and you freeze too. You pull out of the kiss and look at him with an anxious look.

—honey…

A tear rolls down his cheek.

—y/n…

You caress his cheek as your eyes tear up.

—I’m sorry…

—don’t apologise my love…it’s okay…but you should’ve told me sooner , do you know how worried I was?

—I know I know , I’m sorry…

Sang-woo wipes his tears and smiles. He places his hand on top of your belly and caresses it with his thumb.

—you’re gonna be a great mom…

You try to fight your tears back. You feel so happy but so sad that you didn’t tell him earlier. You blush at the compliment and a wide smile forms on your face.

—and you’re gonna be a great dad , Sang-woo…

—I love you , my wife and mother of our kids.

—I love you more , my husband and father of our kids.

———————————————————————

the end! I almost cried writing this but definitely enjoyed writing it! Special thanks to @daeholuvs for requesting this! More fics soon!

[forgotteneffigy]

Train Home

⋆ kento nanami x classmate!reader - the final part !! ⋆

word count : 588 ⋆₊˚⊹

before you read : jjk spoilers, not proofread, but made with love !! ⋆ read part one and part two !! <- here !! ⋆

You latched onto the idea of working at the same company as Kento ever since he suggested it.

Now you're resting your head against his shoulder, fingers interlaced by the knuckles. He holds you tighter, and the picnic basket in your lap jumps with each bump of the train as it moves.

“When we get older, let's retire here.” You say, sounding tired from your day. Kento smiles quietly.

A low chuckle leaves his chest. In his other arm, he holds the rolled up hibiscus patterned blanket.

“Thinking about retirement already?” he asks, amused by your sudden declaration.

“Why wouldn't I? You already have everything else planned, don't you?”

You look up at him to the best of your ability. Kento finds your attempts endearing.

“I guess so.” He answers in agreement.

“Though..” Kento trails off, looking out the train window. Okinawa's scenery was a blur, colored in a dusty hue. The sun was fully set now, and you and him were going back. Back home. To your grandparents' house.

“I've always wanted to go to Malaysia.” He confesses quietly, his pointer finger running up your knuckle in a comforting gesture.

“Malaysia?” You repeat, pulling your head from his shoulder to look up at him. He can see the renewed freshness in your eyes. The lines under them seem to soften.

“Yes.” Kento nods, his hair getting in the way of his face. “I heard Kuala's beautiful this time around.”

With a gentle swish of your hand, you brush the hair out of his eyes. You always did, and if you didn't, it felt like something from your day was missing.

“I'm gonna stick to you, whether you like it or not. I hope you know that.” You put the last part jokingly, trying not to laugh.

Kento smiles more as you pull your hand away, placing it on the picnic basket. “Kuala it is, then.”

You nod in agreement, leaning back in your seat, looking content with how things went with today's events.

A soft, loving sigh leaves his lips. Kento doesn't know that it's love right now, but it is.

“How will you ever manage without me, (Y/N)?” he asks.

Immediately, you reply, “That's the thing!” You point a finger in his direction, Kento expects an answer, but all he's met with is a stop for thought.

“I haven't quite figured that out myself.”

The pause of registration makes you both laugh loud enough to make the old couple beside you look over from their seats and chuckle to themselves.

“So,” you turn your attention back to Kento. That same shine you had when you were second-years still in your eyes. “If we get uniforms, are we matching or what?”

The idea of matching uniforms was absolutely absurd to him. Coming from anyone else, he'd probably shake his head and say no.

But for you, he replies, with “I’ll think about it.”

“You better.” He hears you say, Kento feels you poke his shoulder repeatedly, a small chuckle leaving your lips.

He retaliates back, returning the favor by flicking your nose with the least amount of force possible with his finger and thumb.

The train reaches its stop. You scrunch at the contact. “Ow!” Hearing your yelp of pain makes Kento pause. He thinks he genuinely hurt you until you let out a hearty laugh.

The sound of your combined laughter fills the carriage again, the doors swish open for passerby to hear.

Kuala can wait. He had you.

⋆ i hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as i had while writing it!! this is really short , but i hope that's okay with you all !! i might open requests soon , depending on the character (^-^)

[redux-iterum]

Charred Legacy: Chapter Forty-Five

(AO3 counterpart here.)

The Houses were quiet at night, but made up for the lack of one sense with the overabundance of another—every window blared yellow and white, accompanied by porch-lights that blasted Fireheart’s eyes when he and his friends walked past them. Every time, Greystripe grunted in irritation behind him, and he could practically feel Ravenwing’s flinches.

“Remind me where your sister’s house is?” Greystripe said after a stretch of walking in silence.

“Not too far,” Fireheart replied. “She’s on the corner of the street up ahead.”

“Her humans should be asleep by now,” Ravenwing mused. “She might be, too. Would Cloudpaw stick around there?”

Fireheart grimaced. “He’s been inside her home before. My guess is that he’s stayed with her to eat and rest. He could be there because he’s afraid to come home, but…”

“…But?” Ravenwing prompted after a pause.

Claws slipped out, clicking on the pavement. “But it’s possible that the humans took him to another house, or to the pound to look for his owner.”

“The ‘pound’,” Greystripe echoed. “I’ve heard of that. It’s a prison, right? Where a bunch of cats are trapped until humans come and get them?”

“Essentially.”

“Ugh.” An audible shiver of fur behind him. “I hope he’s still here, then.”

Fireheart said nothing. He felt eyes on the back of his head, curious and uneasy ones.

“So, if we do find him,” Ravenwing said at last, in a tone of testing waters, “what are we going to say? We should probably plan that before we actually get to him.”

“I know what I’ll say,” Fireheart said flatly. “Neither of you needs to talk.”

The stares turned unnerved. He could sense the two of them looking at each other in worry. 

“Are you sure you don’t want us to say anything?” Greystripe asked hesitantly.

“I’m sure,” was all Fireheart responded with.

The pause this time was a lot more tense; Fireheart was sure they were silently trying to figure out what to say to him. Whatever it was—a plea to go easy on Cloudpaw, a question about what he’d say, a suggestion of how to get Cloudpaw back—he had to admit that, for once, he didn’t particularly care about it. He had his words rehearsed in his head already. He just had to brace himself for the reaction to them.

The silence continued until they reached Rosy’s fence and stopped in front of it. The wood was slightly scraped and splintered on the top, paint chipped off in one or two places. Fireheart had never paid attention to these details before. Now, he scanned with his eyes, memorizing them, knowing that he would likely not get to study them again.

He took a breath, bunched up, and leaped for the top. He landed on the thin rail, perfectly balanced where he stood. Greystripe and Ravenwing followed him immediately, Greystripe nearly falling over the side and Ravenwing making a small, startled noise at how small his landing strip was.

Cloudpaw was not in the yard.

He was, however, at the glass door, staring mournfully outside. Behind him, Rosy was saying something that the glass muted. If Fireheart was judging her posture and gestures right, she was trying to calm him down. Coax him, perhaps.

Cloudpaw looked up a few moments after his uncle had arrived. He jumped to his feet and began moving his mouth eagerly, his vibrant blue eyes wild with distress. Whatever he was trying to say, the glass blocked it beyond a faint, desperate mumble.

“Well,” Greystripe said, “at least he’s here.”

“Mm.” Fireheart jumped down into the yard, his friends landing a moment later beside him.

“Don’t say anything too loudly,” Ravenwing murmured. “If the humans wake up, they might try to catch us too.”

Fireheart walked up to the door-flap beside the glass, pawing at it experimentally. It was blocked by something flat and stiff.

“They’ve closed the door,” he said. “That’s why he hasn’t come home. He can’t get out at all.”

“Well, maybe not ‘at all’…” Ravenwing looked up at the glass door, head tilted. “How do covers like this typically open?”

“Mine slid to the side,” Fireheart said, then looked at Ravenwing. “What are you thinking?”

Ravenwing hummed, eyes narrowed. “I’m thinking we should try pushing this open a bit.”

“I dunno, it’s probably really heavy,” Greystripe said. “Can’t we pry open that little one Fireheart was looking at?”

Ravenwing shook his head. “If we could, Cloudpaw and Rosy would have already done it.”

“Flap-guards tend to have a trick to them that needs humans to work them,” Fireheart agreed. He clicked his teeth as he regarded the glass door. “We may not be strong enough to open this, though, Ravenwing.”

“We might as well give it a try.”

“And if it doesn’t work?”

“We’ll find another way.”

Something in Fireheart, something like a hidden anxiety he hadn’t registered, smoothed out and eased. They’re not going to give up on him, no matter what he’s done.

“Let’s try it, then,” he said. He closed in on the glass and pressed a paw against it, testing its weight. It was heavy indeed, and his paw slipped a little as he pushed.

Ravenwing hummed again as Greystripe joined them. “Try pushing here, on this end of it. That little bump of metal can give us a grip.”

Greystripe took up position, rearing on his hind legs and leaning his weight against the metal that surrounded the glass on all sides. Fireheart crouched beneath him, and Ravenwing was closer to the middle, his paws on the small metal ridge on the bottom of the door. Looking excited, Cloudpaw mirrored Ravenwing. Rosy, after a moment of hesitation, joined up behind her son.

With a word from Ravenwing, Fireheart braced his feet on the grass and pushed as hard as he could, straining every muscle and unconsciously gritting his teeth. Above him, Greystripe half-growled with the effort, and Ravenwing groaned through a closed mouth. Greystripe had been right; it was like pushing the Great Sycamore over, and Fireheart started to doubt this would work.

Then he had to lean a little forward, and a faint squeak of a door splitting from its mooring sounded. He repositioned and pushed again, his friends copying. Ever-so-slowly, they moved a few steps forward, until Cloudpaw’s voice cried out much more clearly.

“Eparme!” he shouted.

Fireheart puffed air and dropped back down on all fours, scooting out underneath Greystripe just before he did the same. The effort of moving the behemoth door made his limbs a little shaky, but it didn’t matter when Cloudpaw’s muzzle was pushing out into the open.

“Cloudpaw,” he said, soft with relief. He met up with his nephew, touching noses with him as well as he could.

His fluffy head was pressed between the door and the wall, straining as hard as he could to squeeze out through the small gap. Rosy appeared behind him, her face somewhere between worried and excited.

“Let’s push from this side now,” Ravenwing said, gesturing with a paw to the gap. “I think that’ll be easier. Did you notice it slid open better once it left the wall?”

“In that case, let me.” Greystripe braced his paws on the open door and his back against the wall of the house. With a grunt, he shoved hard, even lifting a back foot to join the effort. Slowly, the door slid again, Greystripe only stopping when the gap was wide enough for Cloudpaw to push through. He stepped out of the way with a huff of exhaustion, letting Cloudpaw run to Fireheart and lean against his chest, purring as loud as his mother often did.

Fireheart rested his chin on Cloudpaw’s head. “Hey, little guy.”

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.” Cloudpaw looked up at him. “I went inside just for a moment, and, and they closed the door, and I couldn’t get it open– I thought I’d be in there forever.” He beamed. “But you came for me! I was scared you wouldn’t!”

Despite his own relief and love surging through his veins, Fireheart’s chest and mind were a little cooled. He simply blinked slowly at his nephew and nodded to the fence. “We should get out of here before the humans wake up.”

Rosy wriggled through the door gap. Being considerably thinner than her son, it was a lot easier. “You’re taking him back? What am I supposed to do while he’s—��

“You should come with us,” Fireheart said to her. “This will be important.”

Cloudpaw blinked. “Not to camp, right?”

“Just to the edge of the Houses.” Fireheart crooked his tail. “Come on.”

With him at the lead, the group crossed over the fence and loped at a steady but quick pace, not speaking until they reached the final house before the pavement turned to earth and grass. There, Fireheart turned around, lifting a paw for everyone to stop. His eyes were on Cloudpaw.

“This is the last time,” he said.

Cloudpaw’s excitement turned to meek shame. His head lowered and his paws shuffled. “I know, I—”

“This is the last time,” Fireheart continued, “that you get to decide where you stand.”

A pause. Everyone looked at him apprehensively.

“You have two choices, and this will be your final answer.” Fireheart swept his tail towards the forest. “Either you come home with me, and never set foot in the Houses again—” he jerked a nod back the way they’d come. “—or you leave the Clans forever to live with a collar around your neck.”

Cloudpaw stared at him, mouth agape.

“Fireheart…” Ravenwing started carefully, but Fireheart shook his head.

“I’m not going to make any more excuses for you, and I’m not going to allow this behavior again. You’ve put yourself in danger too many times, you’ve disrespected and neglected your Clanmates to eat kittypet food, and you’ve scared everyone, especially your sister, by disappearing like this so much.” He stared deep into his nephew’s eyes, his own slightly narrowed. “You’re either Cloudpaw of ThunderClan or Cloudy the kittypet. Make your choice.”

His heart winced at the stricken look on Cloudpaw’s face. Half of him clamored to take back that whole speech, and the other half demanded that he be stern and force Cloudpaw down the straight and narrow. He responded to both by silently standing tall, looking down at his nephew with a steady but gentle gaze.

Rosy took a step forward, her voice a little shaky, but audibly trying to be strong. “Fireheart, you can’t do that to him. He needs me, and he needs you too.”

“He doesn’t need you,” Fireheart said curtly without thinking, and regretted it the instant he saw Rosy’s eyes widen and mouth drop open. He softened his voice, trying to backpedal. “He doesn’t need me, either. It’s not about what he needs.” He returned his attention to Cloudpaw. “It’s about what you want. Do you want to be a kittypet, or do you want to be a warrior?”

“W…” Cloudpaw fidgeted, now like a kit trying to squirm their way out of punishment. “What if I just come to say hi to mira?”

The immediacy of Fireheart’s response surprised himself. “Then I will let the Clan know to chase you away from the border every time you try to come back.”

The look on Cloudpaw’s face was soul-shattering. The gawks from his friends and Rosy were not much better.

“I’m sorry,” Fireheart said quietly. “But you need to choose where your loyalty lies and stick with it. You’re hurting everyone by going like you are now—your mothers, me, your siblings, your friends, all of us.”

This seemed to reach Cloudpaw. He glanced back at Rosy, whose face had turned pleading.

“Then…” Rosy’s voice lost its attempt at strength. “Then stay with me, Cloudy. Please.”

Cloudpaw looked between her and Fireheart, his ears low. He asked his uncle, “Can�� can I think about it?”

“No,” Fireheart said.

Cloudpaw balked. “Wh– I have to choose right now?!”

“Yes.”

“But—”

Fireheart simply looked down at him, trying to express sympathy and firmness together. Cloudpaw shut his mouth and looked back at Rosy.

Rosy trembled. “Don’t– don’t you dare do this to me, Fireheart. I can’t lose him. I can’t.”

“Neither can I,” Fireheart replied softly.

“No, you—” Rosy’s back-fur bristled, but she somehow looked even smaller. “You’re not his mother. You didn’t lose all of your kits to different houses. You didn’t—”

“And you didn’t raise him.” Fireheart’s voice was sharper than he intended, but he couldn’t stop his sudden spike of anger now, despite the hurt look on his sister’s face. “You didn’t protect him during the fire. You didn’t train him to protect himself in the wild. You gave him over to his Clan-mother before he could ever remember you, and she fed him and loved him as fiercely as you could ever hope to. His sister loves him. His Clan loves him. I love him.”

Cloudpaw looked up at him, eyes wide again, his expression startled, yet touched.

Fireheart spoke to him now, his voice quiet again and his anger dissipated. “But that’s not going to matter if you stay with Rosy and become a kittypet. I’ll understand if you do, and I won’t be angry – Rosy loves you too; she’ll take care of you for the rest of her life and you’ll be safe from every danger. But that means you’ll never see ThunderClan or me again. Do you understand that?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Ravenwing’s eyes were wide enough to see a white ring around them and Greystripe fur fluffed out in nervousness. Fireheart disregarded them for now. This wasn’t for them to be involved in. He just turned his attention back to his nephew and sister.

Cloudpaw finally spoke, his voice so quiet Fireheart almost didn’t hear him. “…Will you miss me?”

Fireheart nodded. “Every day.”

“Cloudy, please—” Rosy stumbled a few steps forward, shaking all the way to her tail-tip. “Please, stay with me. I can take care of you, I can feed you and love you, please, I need you to be in my life. I can’t lose you again.“

Cloudpaw inhaled deeply, squeezing his eyes shut. He held his breath for a moment before letting it out at a stuttering pace. Opening his eyes again, with an acute pain in them, he turned to Rosy. Fireheart’s heart clenched, a thorn embedding itself deep in it.

“I’m sorry,” Cloudpaw said sadly. “ThunderClan needs me, too.”

Rosy stared at him, her eyes going wet and agonized. The thorn in Fireheart’s chest dug a little deeper, but course-corrected its pain to her now. Regret washed over him at the look on his sister’s face, the way that every inch of her froze over.

“We’ll take care of him,” he said. “Just like we always have. I promise.”

Cloudpaw turned around and nervously asked his uncle, “Will– will you see her, at least?”

Stars, Fireheart hadn’t wanted to approach that question. “…I don’t think so, no. I need to set an example, for you and for the Clan. I have duties, now, Cloudpaw. I have to take care of our Clan before myself.”

A small whimper escaped Rosy’s mouth. “No… you… Rusty, please—”

“I’m sorry,” Fireheart said, his voice unsteady as something in him broke. “I’m more sorry than you could ever know.”

There was a stretch of silence as the family looked at each other, Rosy’s heart visibly cracked in half and guilt and sorrow flooding Fireheart’s body. Cloudpaw was the one to stir, walking up to Rosy and gently pressing his forehead against hers.

“Bye, mira,” he murmured. “I love you.”

Rosy didn’t speak. All that came out of her were weeping breaths and mumbled attempts at words. Fireheart felt himself pulled forward to mimic the gesture when Cloudpaw was done, but Rosy flinched away from him, backing up a step and leaning away. Furious, unbearable, grieving betrayal burned in her eyes.

Fireheart didn’t push her. He simply stood back, met her eyes and nodded slightly. Anything he could say would not make this better, so he didn’t try. He just beckoned his friends and nephew with his tail, turned around, and started for the forest. After a moment, grass parted behind him, and pawsteps of varying weight followed.

He could feel Rosy’s unforgiving glare on his back all the way into the forest.

[skippingstonez]

Hi! Hello! If your taking requests.. Is it possible to request Hyrule? Anything to do with his world? I really enjoyed your Four fic and Sky Fic, along with Bun Legend! Just amazing, keep up the great work! Thanks!

If there is an LU boy that deserves more fics its this sweetheart!! I freaking love Hyrule so enjoy some fluff with him!

Late Night Reading

(Hyrule x Reader)

Hyrule descended down one of the castle's many spiraling staircases towards the basement. The stone walls and steps, though repaired since his last visit, still cracked and crumbled under his meticulously placed steps. Ready to give way at any misplaced weight or unsteady footing. It was a dance Hyrule had long since memorized in his many trips down to the castle's lower floor. Easily skipping over or shuffling past rubble and debris that littered the narrow stairwell till the stone floor leveled out into an equally narrow hallway.

He took a bite of the fruit in his hand. Nibbling on its sweetness that tingled on his tongue as juice dribbled from the corner of his mouth towards his chin. He wiped it away with the brown sleeve of his shirt. His usual green tunic, bracers and other items were left upstairs in the room he was currently supposed to be sharing with Wild and Four, leaving him in just his simple brown shirt and trousers. His sword was still strapped across his back. The inside of the castle may be safe but this was still his era and he wasn't about to take any chances going somewhere unarmed.

He took another bite as he headed down the hallway. The small candle’s flame flickering against the cold draft wafting by. Old suits of armor, rusted and covered in dust, lined his path to the large door at the end of the corridor.

Hyrule paused. The door was cracked open; A soft light coming from just within.

Not only was it late, the sun having set hours ago, but besides the occasional visit from Aurora or Dawn he was the only one to ever even come down here. Hell he didn't even think anyone else knew about this room.

He approached quietly, blowing out the candle and tucking it away in case it gave him away. His ear hovered over the door, listening for any sounds of movement coming from within. His hand hovered over the hilt of his sword, listening to soft footsteps, mixed between the sounds of papers being shuffled around and books being closed and reshelved. There was no other indication of who or what could possibly be inside. So he braces a hand against the wooden door, giving it a gentle push to open it a bit further. Releasing a puff of air when it didn’t creak, he stuck out his neck, peeking inside the room.

His eyes scanned the length of the large study. The light came from the large stone fireplace to the right. The small flickers of flames leaving the room in a dim, golden hue that caught the reddish flecks of the wooden bookshelves that lined the perimeter of the room. Each one packed with books, maps, trinkets and everything else one might need in the quest of research. To the left was a dark wooden desk that matched the surrounding bookshelves. Its drawers and hidden cupboard housed the many personal journals and items of the room's previous owner that Hyrule had been slowly trying to sort through since first coming across them.

Your figure sat perched atop that desk. Only in a pale blue nightgown that Aurora had leant you for the night. The princess was taller, the difference in height making the material of the dress fall well past your feet that dangled above the room's dark purple carpet. Your elbow rested on your knee, crossed over the other with a book firmly in your hand. There was a small stack of books on either side of you as you flipped through page after page.

Hyrule exhales, feeling a bit silly for how suspicious he had been. He smiles, pushing the door open all the way.

“How am I not surprised you found your way down here?” He teased, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest.

Your head shot up, the surprised expression of being caught red handed making Hyrule only chuckle.

“Hyrule! What are you doing down here? Shouldn't you be in bed?”

“Shouldn't I be asking you the same thing?” He countered, strolling further into the room till he stood beside you. He unstrapped his sword, propping it up as his hip leaned against the edge of the desk. Bracing a hand on its smooth surface.

“Besides, does a guy really need a reason to be in his own study?”

Your eyes widened, slamming the book in your hands closed and shoving it away from you.

“Your..? Oh my gosh I'm so sorry! I didn't- I was just exploring and I wound up here! I didn't mean to intrude!”

Hyrule chuckled at your frantic response. Calling out your name to try and get you to calm down.

“It's fine, you're more than welcome to be here. I was just surprised is all. Not very many people know about this room so I didn't expect anyone to be here.”

“Are you sure?” You asked cautiously, scooting off the desk till your feet touched the ground. “Cause I can leave! I don't wanna-”

Hyrule put a hand on your shoulder, stopping you from making for the door. “It's fine, really!” He assured you, picking up the book you had just been reading to hand it back over. “Besides, I know I said this place is mine but it still doesn't really feel that way so I’d love the company.”

You smiled softly, visibly relaxing as you held the book tightly to your chest. You met his honey brown eyes, a blush creeping onto your cheeks as you quickly diverted your attention.

“So what exactly is this place?”

“A study” His voice as flat and dry and Gerudo desert.

You rolled your eyes at the shit eating grin on his face, playfully hitting his shoulder as he laughed. Letting yourself hop back up to sit on the desk, you crossed your arms over your chest with an unimpressed look on your face.

“Alright alright, I give. Aurora showed me this room a few months after she woke up. Told me it was her grandfather's back when she was little so most of the stuff in here is his. He apparently traveled a lot, so this is where he kept everything.” Hyrule moved to the other side of the desk, pulling open a drawer stuffed with loose pieces of paper. Hyrule grabbed a handful, handing them to you to look at. Each one looked like it had some sort of sketch on it, like a roughly drawn map or depiction of specific places or people.

“Wow you weren’t kidding. Seems like this guy got around.” You marveled at the sheer number of places depicted on each page. You didn’t even think some of these were in Hyrule.

“You like those?”

You nodded, scanning through all of them again before handing them back for Hyrule to put away.

“Ya know, since you're here, think you could help me with something?”

You twisted around, nodding as you watched Hyrule dig through the desk. He knelt down, making you crane your neck to try and see what he was doing. Popping back up, he held a stack of leather bound books and a few rolled up pieces of parchment.

“Could you take a look at these?”

You outstretched your hands, letting Hyrule place some of the books in your arms and the others beside you. Most of their titles were vaguely familiar while others seemed to be in a completely different language. Hyrule came back to your side, leaning against the desk with his arm pressed against yours as he hovered over you.

“What exactly am I looking for?”

“Are you able to read it?”

You looked closer, focusing on reading what was in front of you instead of just glazing over it. The writing wasn’t exactly your Hylian, but it had a fair amount of similarities. Enough so that you were able to make out most of the letters and words to get its general concepts.

“It's a bit dicey but yeah I can read it. Why?”

Hyrule rubbed at the back of his neck bashfully. Avoiding your gaze as his ears took on a soft pink. “I uhh..I-I'm not the best reader to begin with, and a lot of the books in here are too old for me to even really begin to understand. I was uhh, I was hoping…”

“Hyrule?”

His head was still faced down but he glanced back at you from the corner of his eyes.

“Would you like me to read these to you?” There wasn’t any teasing to the way you asked which Hyrule appreciated. He had always been a bit self conscious about how poorly his reading skills were. Especially since meeting the other heroes. The pink on his ears now spread across his whole face as he barely nods his head with a hopeful look in his eye. You smiled, patting the spot on the desk softly as you opened the book. Hyrule lifted himself off the ground, sat pressed against your side as you began reading aloud.

—---

Most of the books weren't very long, allowing you ample time to read through the whole thing. Hyrule would scurry off after each one to grab another, or make sure the fire gave you enough light to keep going. He listened intently as you read. Pressed against your side and waited patiently when there was a particular difficult section, sometimes skipping over the more intricate words or phrases.

He was especially interested when you realized one of them had been a spell book. You simply put that one aside, promising to try and help him through it at some other point in time.

Finishing the most recent book, you hand it back to Hyrule to put away. Watching him shuffle away to one of the bookshelves across the room. His mouth pressed into a tight line as he tried to decide on his next choice.

You took the short moment to appreciate the way his fingers brushed softly over the different books like each one was something precious to him. Forearm flexing as he reaches up to pull a specific one. How his mouth would gently blow away the dust before giving it over to you.

A draft brushed through the room, making you shudder at the cold air.

“Are you cold?” Hyrule asked. Eyebrows furrowed in concern as he made his way back to where you were still sat on top of the desk. His newest selection clutched in hand.

You nodded, rubbing your arms slightly to ward off another shiver. Hyrule looked around the room, eyes landing on the small fire. He immediately offered you his hand, placing yours on top curiously as he wrapped his fingers around yours. His hand, rough and calloused, held yours with a unique tenderness as you slipped off of the desk. Letting him lead you over to the fireplace, gesturing for you to sit on the floor in front of the fire. You comply, sinking down onto the soft carpet as Hyrule handed you the small book he had picked before dashing off somewhere to your right.

He returned with a large blanket, draping it over your lap before settling himself right behind you. With his legs on either side of you, he nestled close enough so his chest pressed against your back. His fingers poked at your shoulders, coaxing you to lean against him. You did, using him as a makeshift backrest as you let yourself get comfortable. Adjusting the blanket so it could at least cover some of his legs as well.

“Shall I continue?”

He nodded enthusiastically, making you giggle as you let the book fall open on your lap. The illustration of a small boy took you off guard, but Hyrule's excited gasp made you jump.

“Wait, I know this!” He snatched up the book, pointing to the drawing. “I heard these stories as a kid! Hylia, I never realized they came from an actual book. I just thought it was a word of mouth sort of thing.”

You giggled at the way he excitedly looked at all the different pictures of the small boy. One running through the woods while another showed him fighting a large monster.

“Read it? Please?” He asked, putting it back on your lap expectantly. You only giggled more.

“Sure Rulie,” You cleared your throat, leaning further against him as you began. “In the kingdom of Hyrule, there was a young boy…”

Hyrule's chin came to rest upon your shoulder as you read, pretending to follow along as he listened. He desperately tried to focus on the story and not the way he was pressed against you. The two of you had been close before, hugged a few times now and again but nothing like this. Not cuddled up in front of a fire, alone, your body pressed to his with no one around to witness it.

His hand twitched where it rested on his own knee, sneakily sliding down till his finger was right next to the curve of your hip. The fabric of the nightgown was soft though Hyrule’s mind was focused on how thin the material was. No wonder you had gotten cold. He pinched a small bit of the fabric between two of his fingers, wondering if the skin below was just as soft.

He let go, letting his knuckles press into the dip of your hip. Testing to see your reaction to his touch.

Nothing. Hmm…

He held his breath, letting his hand fully come to rest on the soft spot of your body. Palm laid flat against your, trying not to dig his fingers into the plump area. You didn't miss a beat in your recounting of the story, only letting more of your weight lean against him. He tried to suppress the giddy feeling in his heart as he struggled to breathe normally.

His fingers moved on their own after a few minutes, tracing small circles into your hip. Slowly gaining enough courage to come up to your waist. FIngers continued their movement as his head lolled sideways, feeling your cheek rest against the top of his head. He paused once he realized you had stopped reading. Staring down at the page you were on with a confused look on your face. He immediately retracted his hand, even scooting a bit away from you.

“(Y/n)?”

“Sorry it's just…Hyrule be honest with me?” You turned to face him straight on. His heart pounded against his chest as he frantically tried to think of what he had done to upset you.

You held up the book.

“Are these stories about Legend!?”

Hyrule burst out laughing,

You hit his shoulder, making Hyrule fall onto his back as he continued his uncontrollable laughter.

“You knew didn't you!” you yelled, but there was a light laughter to your words. “Oh you little-”

You couldn't hold back your own laughter, your insult only morphing into more laughs and giggles as you both tried to catch your breath. Hyrule propped himself up on his elbows, his stomach hurting in the best way. You hovered over him, still trying to smother your own fit as you poked his chest.

“I can't believe you have a storybook about Legend!”

“Do you think he'd lose it if we showed him?” He asked, finally able to speak coherently.

“Oh my gosh can we!?”

Hyrule sat back up, his face coming unexpectedly close to yours. “Sure,” he chuckled. “We can show him in the morning.”

Your smile at the prospect alone was worth the risk of his grumpy predecessor tearing this book to bits when he saw it. Your eyes sparkling in the light that Hyrule couldn't look away from as you tried to imagine the look on the Vet's face when he realized he had quite literally been reduced to a children's storybook.

Hyrule’s hand lifted to your face, knuckle bushing your chin. His thumb just barely grazing your bottom lip that had you suck in your next breath.

Goddess he wanted to kiss you.

He searched your eyes, his hand still holding your chin. Your hand reached out to rest right on his collar bone, fingertips tickling his neck as you glanced down at his lips. It was all Hyrule needed before he leaned in, lightly touching his lips to yours before nervously pulling away.

“S-sorry! I just..well you just looked so..and I-”

“Link” You called out. The use of his real name instantly caught his attention as he shut his mouth and looked at you expectantly.

You cupped his face softly, leaning forward to kiss him again.

He didn't know what god or goddess he needed to thank but he would be thanking all of them just in case.

Your lips were incredibly soft as they moved against his. You tasted better than any honey or sweet Hyrule had ever had. The edges of his mind blurring into a heightened buzz that had you easily becoming his new favorite sugar high. His hand supported the back of your head, strands of your hair tangling between his fingers. His other wrapped its way around your waist, pulling you closer till he could feel your chest against his. Your hands dropped from his face down to his shoulders, wrapping around his neck to tangle your fingers into his loose curls.

You eventually pulled away panting lightly and Hyrule had to bite his tongue to keep from whining. Your arms fell into his lap, letting him places his hands over yours in a quiet moment.

Your mouth opened slightly, a hand shooting up to cover the quiet yawn before they rubbed at your eyes. Hyrule cupped your face, thumb rubbing back and forth across your cheek.

“Tired?”

“A bit” You admitted, leaning into his touch that all but sent his heart on fire.

“I guess it's probably pretty late. I'm sorry I didn't mean to keep you up this long.”

“I don't mind, I really enjoyed spending time with you, Link.” You offered him a small smile as he helped you to your feet. His head screaming at the way his name so easily fell from your mouth.

“Just a sec,” He hurried over to the fire, lighting the small candle he had from early so he would still be able to see before putting it out. You folded up the blanket, draping it on the desks chair since you weren't sure where Hyrule had gotten it. You picked up his sword, handing it to him as he quickly threw it on his back. He grabbed your hand, letting the candle light guide his way out of the room. “Come on, let's get you to bed.”

____

The walk back to your room was quiet. The castle’s lights having likely been put out hours ago; leaving the candle and the sliver of moonlight peaking through the windows as your only aide to navigate through the hallways. Luckily Hyrule knew the way, otherwise you might have been left to wander around for another hour or so.

His hand kept a firm hold on yours the whole way. Interlocking his fingers with yours as he led you to the upper levels where the bed chambers were. Small squeezes or a rub of his thumb over the back of your hand made your heart flutter, wanting only to be closer to him. You timidly wrapped your arm around him, hugging it to you without letting go of his hand.

Hyrule squeezed your hand at the action, a small reassuring gesture to let you know it was okay.

He finally found the door to your room, opening it for you and waited as you reluctantly released his arm. Another soft squeeze before he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“Goodnight,” He whispered, finally letting his hand fall away from yours. He turned, ready to make his way to his own room when you latched onto his wrist. His eyes immediately looked back to your pink cheeks, noticing the way you chewed nervously on your lips.

“Dawn gave me my own room ya know…It feels kinda odd sleeping alone after so long of traveling with you guys.” You hesitated, hand still locked around his wrist. “There's plenty of space if you, ya know, want to stay…?”

Breathe Link. You need to breathe.

He nodded, not trusting his voice to come out normally. He smiled at the way you lit up and stepped into your room, tugging him after you till he was through the threshold. Closing the door behind him with a soft,

Click

[blackcatxmagic]

Being with Floyd like this was just easy. That was what Copper kept thinking once his friend had arrived at his house, the two of them talking like they’d been hanging out like this so many times before. To an outside observer, it probably would have been a shock to know the full details of their friendship and how it had come to be. They talked and laughed, and yes, Copper felt a little thrill at the prospect of sharing a bed with his friend, but that was just because he was a man who liked other men, and Floyd was…well, hot. If he saw the man at the bar, he’d probably make a move, but right now it felt so good to just have someone he could confide in. “You know,” he said, “you’re the only person in town I can say has known me a long time. Everyone else here…they’re new. But not you, and that’s more comforting than I expected.” Once more, Copper smiled at Floyd, and then he laughed, saying, “Alright, I know, enough with the mushy stuff.”

“I’m sure I’ll get top marks then,” Copper retorted, “though I’m not above bribery - not that my pizza needs it though.” It really was the best, at least in Copper’s extremely fair and unbiased opinion. Upon seeing Floyd’s reaction, Copper smiled in satisfaction. “Damn right it does,” he shot back. “It’s perfect, just admit it. It’s possible I put a little extra into this one for you.” That was actually true: Copper had spent a long time getting the toppings perfectly proportional, and he was pleased with his work. With the pizza still cooling, Copper took a sip of his beer and listened to Floyd talk about how things had been here for him. “Yeah, that’s for sure,” Copper laughed. “This town is…well, peculiar, but I like that. Seemed like a good place for me to start over.” He thought about how far Floyd had come, how much things had changed, and as he began to cut the pizza into slices, he asked, “Do you ever miss the circus? It was such a huge part of your life for so long. I bet it would have been a big hit here.” And that was when Copper realized something: “This is kind of the place for the strange ones, the ones who don’t quite fit in most of the time, you know?” he commented. 

The way that Floyd laughed at Copper’s question was so adorable; Copper liked seeing that shyness inside of him. It was sweet. “There’s no rush of course, but for real, Floyd. Take it from a gay man: you’re super hot. So whenever you’re ready, you’re going to be beating them off with a stick.” Now it was Copper’s turn to be shy, grinning at his friend as Floyd turned the question back on him. “I’ve been enjoying the men of Cardinal Hill a bit,” Copper admitted, and then it all hit him, the very different circumstances for his single life, and his smile fell right off of his face. His voice noticeably more reserved, Copper went on, “I like talking with guys, like taking them to bed, even like friends with benefits. But I haven’t dated anyone. I don’t know if I’m ready for that.” Copper didn’t think he would have to explain why; he figured Floyd understand. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m getting close,” he admitted, thinking of someone in particular, “but it’s kind of terrifying.”

Floyd felt a warm sense of reassurance wash over him at Copper's words. It wasn’t the first time that Copper had been so kind, but there was something about his words now, in this moment, that made him appreciate their friendship all the more. “Yeah, I know what you mean,” Floyd said, his voice a little quieter now. “It’s nice.” He smiled as Copper hugged him again, the gesture grounding him in a way that was unexpected but welcome. Floyd had always been a physically affectionate person.

"I don't doubt it," Floyd nodded as Copper commented on the comfiness of the bed. "If I'm being completely honest, I can sleep most places pretty easily, so I'm really happy with this." Particularly when Floyd took his cochlear implants off for the day, and in turn the majority of his hearing, it took a lot to disturb Floyd out of his slumber.

Floyd’s gaze moved to the oven when Copper pulled out the pizza, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at Copper’s enthusiasm. “I’ll be the judge of that once we dig in,” Floyd teased, though just as he wasn't picky about his sleeping arrangements, he wasn't picky about the food that he ate - with that being said, however, the pizza did look extremely appetising. Without hesitation, Floyd fetched another beer out of the fridge for Copper. "It looks impeccable," he told his friend truthfully, unable to avoid giving the well-deserved compliment.

As they settled in the kitchen, sipping away at their beers, Floyd smiled at Copper's questions. It was really nice, to have a friend who cared enough to ask questions, a friend who when he asked such things, Floyd knew that he genuinely cared to hear the answer. "I've settled in pretty well, to be honest. I have my family here with me, which always makes things easier, but the store's also fit in here without issue which is really encouraging. The people here - they're not afraid of a little strangeness." That was one of the most important things for Floyd, who was often dubbed as quite strange himself. He cared so much for the ability to be unashamedly himself, and so to be able to fit in no matter his quirks and his differences was something he thought necessary for wherever he ended up.

He laughed a little bashfully as Copper mentioned the mere concept of someone special. "No, no one like that," he shook his head. "I guess I'm still not completely settled in," it sounded as though he was making excuses for his lack of a love life, but he truly did believe this to be the cause in a few ways. Floyd hadn't actively searched for that someone special, not having necessarily felt as though it was the right time for it, and little did he know, the few people who had been interested in him he had been completely oblivious to. "But I want to hear about you! What about you, Cops?"

[lynzishell]

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Atlas: No.

Asher: Atlas, c’mon, at least think about it. Atlas: There’s nothing to think about. It’s too much.

Asher: Well, we’re running out of options, and you know they’d be happy to help. Atlas: That’s not the point.

Asher: [breathless] If this is about your pride or some shit… Atlas: It’s not. I’ve already agreed to move in with them to save money. I’m not asking them for a loan on top of it.

Asher: It’s an interest free loan. Vendor: Can I help you? Asher: Yes, can I get six of these frozen peaches, please?

Atlas: Interest free or not, it’s a loan that we don’t know how, or when, or even IF, we’d be able to repay. Asher: [sighs, defeated] Fuck. No, you’re right, we can’t do that.

...

Atlas: There’s no way our storage unit is going to hold all this furniture. I can probably sell the couch. And maybe the bed too since you already have one there. Asher: You don’t have to. My parents are clearing out a room upstairs for you.

Atlas: Why? Asher: Because I know it’s not going to be easy for you living with so many people. The house will never be empty, so I wanted to make sure you have your own space in case you need time alone.

Atlas: … Asher: What? Is that okay?

Atlas: I love you.

Asher: [laughs] We’re never gonna finish packing if we keep taking breaks. Atlas: You’re the one always telling me it’s important to take breaks. Asher: Hmm. Good point.

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Something something trapped kid in a pipe at a home renovation and his older brother going in to save him Eddie and saving his sisters from their parents and Eddie reconstructing his life in the aftermath of Shannon…

[miri-tiazan]

Taking this WAY too seriously BUT. Some theories.

1) Belle’s house is some kind of space time anomaly

2) This is some kind of weird multilevel floor plan situation like my college dorm where one year I lived on the 3rd and 1/2 floor. (No, really.) The ground floor level behind the staircase is lower than the floor level of the room Belle and Gaston are currently standing in (it could even be a cellar? Maybe the room where Belle’s dad has his workshop?) and the upper story above and behind the staircase does in fact have its floor level with the top stair visible in the screen cap. Directly above the room Belle and Gaston, therefore, there is either a) no upper floor at all, just a roof (would need to examine outside of the structure and I don’t have the executive function right now to dig out my dvd copy of this movie and look) or b) there is another, perhaps smaller staircase with fewer steps that leads to a separate, higher upper story whose floor level is just above the ceiling of the room where Belle and Gaston are standing.

Please enjoy this shitty diagram to illustrate my explanation, where room 2 is the room Belle and Gaston are standing in, room 1 is the hypothesized workshop, and the green things are the respective staircases connecting the room Belle and Gaston are in to the room above the workshop, and connecting the room above the workshop to the room above Belle and Gaston:

3) (most boring) Landing????? Where the stairs end is not any kind of upper floor at all, the staircase simply turns a corner and continues upward.

That concludes my theories! Occam’s Razor perhaps suggests Theory 3, but my personal favorite number 2, because I feel like it is fitting and in character for Belle and her father to live in a weird house with a weird floor plan.

Studies of the exterior could narrow it down! Very interested in your further analysis/observations, OP.

you're all probably sick to death of my belle house posting but what is going on with the stairs. the top stair is level with the doorframe. this would mean the ceiling of the next room must be level with the door frame (and if it was we would be able to see it) so it can be the second floor. but the wall keeps going up another step's worth before meeting the ceiling of this room. there should be another step.

i feel like disney park imagineers must go through something like this.

[pink-flame]

You're my neck of the, neck of the woods Leave you, babe, I never could Ginger and gestures of goodwill go forth, let go Of sorrow and sadness and spite I'm somebody taller tonight

Neck of the Woods - Maisie Peters

[darkmothsy]

Makeup for the day

[orangeisms]

bad dog

[cuteniarose]

Me, yesterday: Yeah I’m gonna draw out a family tree and pick names for Jia’s family bc if we’re gonna develop the storyline of Aiza moving in with them it will be useful. Just names though, nothing more

Me, not even 24 hours later: I have BACKSTORIES I have PERSONALITIES I’m going to BUILD A HOUSE IN THE SIMS FOR THEM