#It is very obvious where I ran out of effort oh well

[nomsfaultau]

Philza Malewife Competition Round 7

Previous rounds: Cleaning. Cooking. Decorating. Karens. Sick Day. Eggs. Current points: The Lambs Wolves Wear (2), Lighting Lanterns (1), Weight in Gold (1), Fault (1), everyone else (0). And an honory point to qsmp for a guest appearance.

For a quick synopsis for the fics I’m referencing- those are here

Next round: A malewife must be an expert in fatherly hugs.

Weight in Gold: this is the softest thing forever and ever. Anyone hugging him just practically sinks into the feathers. And he’s so warm! [Philza] adores cuddling with his chicks, and is prone to pinning them down for preening sessions. Slight problem: he is FAR too heavy to be sitting on his chicks and bird instincts hard disagree. You might die but honestly? Worth it!

Babies: literally saves Tubbo’s life through the power of hugs in his fic. So, if you ever have hypothermia, this man has the certified hugs to fix it. Also will roll you up into a blanket burrito and sing the burrito song. 

Mandatory Family Reunion: The first time Techno hugs him is after realizing Philza murdered his mom and dad. So. Like. Uh. At least he’ll give good pep talks during it..?

Lord what fools these mortals be!: cradles you ever so cautiously, since he knows how easy it is for mortals to pop. His feathers are super warm and ward off the chill of the Winter Court. Plus his big wife can fit the family snug in the palm of her hand. 

Golden Apples (Gilded Atrophy): Its the first time he’s hugged his boy in 10 years, and just like his other son, Tommy’s corpse grows cold in his arms, heart broken by Philza’s own two hands. Its fine. He’s fine. This is how respawn surgery is meant to work. But he still knows his son wouldn’t need it if Philza had been there to protect him. 

Lighting lanterns to bring you home: He pays your back awkwardly. His dǒulì kinda gets in the way. 

The Lambs Wolves Wear: Its a wonderful hug, and he gives a whole speech to profess his adoration. He’s never learned how to stop tensing during physical affection, but it never mattered since the “children” didn’t know what a genuine hug was meant to feel like. 

Fault: Its straight up that scene from Howl’s Moving Castle. He’s so filled with love that he’s floating because he’s forgotten about gravity. Philza is glowing with warmth and pride. Like literally glowing. 

Labels are in all caps for clarity

[wintertime-in-june]

Kissing Booth

Inspired by a piece of art by izumicrazyworld on Instagram.

It was a Saturday, a sunny, yet breezy Saturday afternoon. The fair had been going on since ten that morning and the crowds of people milling about the marques were unrelenting.

The fair had been set up in an effort to raise money for the public service of defence. It encompassed stalls from the police, selling books and cakes; a tombola from the air force; pin the tail on the whale from the marines and more.

The private military stall ran by KorTac sat at the edge of the room, despite its sub prime location the line was long, wrapping all the way around the hall.

...Well, one side of the booth's line was long.

König stood there, trying his very best to look approachable but failing miserably as the young recruit beside him kissed women after women after the occasional man.

Who's idea was this anyway? A kissing booth for goodness sake! How infantile... he told himself as he fiddled with his fingers...

Yet still... he couldn't help but wonder why no-one wanted to kiss him.

He thought he would be supervising, just sitting back and wasting his day, so you can believe the shock he had when the Lieutenant said his shift was over and the Colonel's was just beginning.

You stood with your friend on the other side of the room, just finishing up a lovely cupcake you had gotten from the Police's stand, strawberry frosted.

You watched, as you often did, the scenes before you, taking in each and every person as they went about their day.

He was easy to miss, despite his towering height, but your eyes locked on him nonetheless. It was as if he was trying to blend into the background, to compensate for his immense size. Dressed in all black, with a mask to obscure his face and trying to make himself look as small as possible... to no avail.

That's when you saw it, a long line leading to his booth, but not to him, no, to the soldier beside him.

The mask didn't help... and the fact that the booth's sign was as tall as him, covering his face... also didn't help. But still, how could no-one want to kiss him!

Your friend looked over, noticing the look in your eyes, like a person who had just found a lost kitten, wondering if they should keep it or not.

"Go on," she said with a smile, giving your shoulder a nudge.

You snapped out of your trance, there was no point denying where you were staring, it was that obvious.

"I can't, I couldn't, really! A kissing booth, I mean... I would never!" You protested, feeling your heart beat quicken.

"He is so your type." She retorts with a sly smirk.

You didn't know whether to be insulted or not... she wasn't exactly wrong.

"Oh, alright then..." You say with a little sigh, you knew you wanted to and it was for charity after all. Smiling a little to your friend, you couldn't help the excitement that bubbled inside you, a kiss was a kiss.

As you walked, a woman on a mission, towards the booth, you tried to regulate your breathing. How were you going to do this? How long do you hold the kiss? How do you even kiss? Over or under the mask?

Before you knew it you were there, standing below this towering figure, looking up and up and up and up until you saw, crystal blue eyes staring back at you, it was for lack of better words, intense.

You gave a small smile putting the money on the worktop in front of you.

"Hi, please... um, please can you." You decide to stop speaking at that point, your sentence being a disaster from start to finish.

He slid the coins from the surface into the basket below, looking down at you.

He bent down slightly, then realised it would not be enough, he bent his knees, going lower and lower until, he was just above eye level.

He may have looked stoic and unfeeling on the outside, an overall fear inducing demeanour, meanwhile his heart was going a mile a minute.

You're gorgeous, so beautiful, a girl like you doesn't have to pay for kisses! Was all that ran through his mind as he got on your level. Let alone from a beast like him.

Your perfume was sweet, fruity, perfect. Your face was so, so close.

You blinked, tilting your head slightly, was he going to lift his mask up or...

You decided to show some initiative, you had paid for a kiss, you were getting a kiss. You lifted your hands up slowly, gently holding his mask and lifting it up yourself.

You only had a second to look before the natural motion of things took hold. There was a scar, a cut upwards on the left side of his upper lip. He was clean shaven... that was nice.

You smiled lightly as you leaned forward and your lips met his. Surprisingly plush, slightly chapped.

It wasn't a quick kiss but it didn't go too far.

It was sweet. It was lovely. It was undeniably, the best kiss you had ever had.

It only had wholesome intent behind it, just perfection.

The two of you parted slowly, the person beside König having gone through three other people in the time it took the two of you to have one kiss.

Your strawberry frosting breath fanning his face as you parted slowly. His eyes filled with longing.

He remained on your level, not standing up even as you let go of his mask.

He was completely awestruck.

He will never forget this.

[dark-frosted-heart]

Beauty and the Beast’s Last Theater - Azel Radwan (part 2/4)

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

The next day, I went with Prince Azel to a mansion located in the best district in Tanzanite.

Azel (polite): It is that time of the year again.

Man: Living god…I can’t thank you enough. Thank you for agreeing to do this again this year.

Azel (polite): No, I am the one that should be thanking you for preparing the best stage for Tanzanite.

(It’s like he’s a completely different person from yesterday)

I heard that the people here were the key members of the troupe that will be performing on the day of the anniversary.

There was a holy aura around the ever-smiling Prince Azel and it was obvious that everyone else was tense but held respect.

Even though I was with him, the tension got to me. I took a deep breath to calm myself.

A small child came bounding over.

Azel (polite): Oh, you are helping out again this year? You are doing great work for someone so small.

Oblivious to the tense atmosphere, the boy ran over to Prince Azel, who patted him on the head with a smile. 

Azel (polite): Are you looking forward to my song? I will have to live up to your expectations. 

(...?)

Prince Azel had been quite talkative until then, but now spoke each word slowly and carefully.

The boy remained silent, but nodded happily. 

(...Could this child possibly be…)

Suddenly, I heard sobbing. When I looked around, I saw a woman by the wall, crying into a handkerchief. 

Prince Azel clapped his hands to dispel the growing questions. 

Azel (polite): Before we begin this meeting, there is someone I would like to introduce.

His mysterious eyes caught mine and he smiled benevolently. 

This wasn’t the right time to ask what was going on.

Azel (polite): This is Miss Emma. She is from Rhodolite, but appears to be a skilled dancer.

(...Excuse me?)

Azel (polite): You had mentioned the other day that one of your dancers twisted their ankle and so are short handed, did you not? How about her? If it is a simple dance, I believe she is talented enough to fill in the role.

(Huh?!)

All eyes shifted from Prince Azel to me.

(Wait, wait. I never said I was a good dancer?!)

Man: I am very grateful to you, living god…Not only for your performance, but for your concern for the dancer as well. If she can fill in for the dancer, then we will be in the perfect state to perform again this year.

(I don’t like where this is going!)

I furiously shook my head in refusal at Prince Azel, who was still smiling. 

I tried to convey that I couldn’t and Prince Azel just gave a small nod.

(Thank goodness. He—)

Azel (polite): As you can see, she has agreed to it.

(—did not get it!)

Emma: No…

Azel (polite): In Tanzanite, shaking one’s head indicates agreement.

(No way?!)

Azel (polite): Thank you very much. This will dispel my worries as well. As Miss Emma is earnest and hardworking, she should have an exceptionally strict instructor.

(I’ve always thought of you as a malicious god!)

This must be revenge for snickering with Prince Silvio the other day as Prince Azel’s face brightened up.

Man: Understood. I appreciate it, Miss Emma. The dance isn’t hard, don’t worry. We will begin practice at once.

Boy: ……

The man that I thought was the owner of the troupe and the boy by Azel’s side both looked at me with hope.

(It looks like they really are in trouble)

(...I can’t reject them like this)

Emma: …I-I look forward to working with you.

When I gave up and smiled awkwardly, for a moment it appeared as if Prince Azel’s benevolent smile turned into a smug one.

--

Regardless of how things turned out, if I was going to help the troupe with an important performance, I didn’t want to tackle it half-heartedly so I put in my best effort in practice.

--

Silvio: You as a dancer…Pfft, my stomach hurts from laughing. I’m gonna be watching you on that day. Don’t trip and fall. Though it’d be a funny sight.

--

Akatsuki: You’re dancing on stage…? I’ll be sure to come see it. I’ll hire a painter. While it’s fine to go at it with enthusiasm, don’t overdo it. Okay?

--

That night after receiving encouragement from Prince Silvio and owner, with permission, I visited the dance hall. I watched my reflection in the mirror as I recalled the choreography I learned that morning. 

(I’m confident that I can keep up, but my movements aren’t as clean as the example…)

(That’s the difference between me and actual dancers)

Even with a simple choreography, the barrier between an amateur and a professional is high.

(...I shouldn’t get discouraged. Once I take something on, I have to see it through)

(Alright, one more time!)

???: I think going at it haphazardly’s inefficient.

Emma: !

I searched for where the voice came from and found Prince Azel watching me as he leaned back against the wall by the entrance. 

(I didn’t notice him at all)

Azel: You’ve been doing this for hours nonstop, haven’t you?

Emma: …Have I?

Azel: If you didn’t notice, then you’re an idiot—No, you’re a hard worker.

Emma: I can hear you, you know. Anyway, why are you here?

Azel: Isn’t it obvious?

Prince Azel held up a glass.

Emma: Did you bring me a drink…

Azel: That’s right. Here.

Emma: ……Are you going to bill me after this?

Azel: You know me well.

Emma: ……

Azel: Just drink. Or else I’d be coming here for no reason.

With his long legs, Prince Azel closed the distance between us and pressed the rim of the glass against my lips.

I was forced to part my lips when he tilted the glass and water slowly flowed in.

(...Yum. I guess I’m thirstier than I thought)

And the glass left the moment I thought I had enough.

It was as if God could hear my thoughts.

Emma: Thank you.

Azel (polite): Rewards are always welcome.

Emma: Then on the day of the festival, I’ll perform the dance flawlessly while with you on stage.

Azel: …

Emma: Ah, you were snickering just now…

Azel: Pardon me. I just recalled your awful dancing.

(So he’s been here for a while)

(...The fact that he’s been watching me is so embarrassing)

I felt my face heat up and I cast my gaze down, but then Prince Azel blocked my vision with a large hand.

Emma: What are you doing all of sudden…?

Azel: Just shut up and close your eyes. I’ll grant your pitiful self mercy.

[dreamwritesimagines]

Garden of Secrets [11] - Tuberoses

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback and support my loves, it made my whole week, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think, thank you! ❤

Thanks so much to @theskytraveler​ for helping me with the chapter!

Summary: A gift always has a meaning.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, some gender specific language and terms.

Word Count: 4100

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After a sleepless night, as you watched the first rays of sunlight spill into your room, you were sure of one thing;

Tonight was going to be absolute chaos.

You hadn’t liked attending balls even before all this but now that you and your betrothed had to pretend to be in love for the whole ton to see at the first ball you would attend?

You were more than ready to pretend to faint again just to avoid it.

Of course, you were the only person to feel that way. Between you and Benedict, you were the one who always found it hard to be or even sound friendly, Benedict on the other hand didn’t even have to try for the people to be drawn to him. You were beginning to feel like he could charm the whole room without so much as showing a little effort, so of course everyone was going to believe everything he said, including how in love he was.

Whereas you were going to have to show a lot of effort.

At least the wedding negotiations had been over in a day. Your uncle and Anthony -as the head of two families- had been quick with them and now all you and Benedict had to do was wait until the wedding which your aunt was very excited for.

“Y/N my dearest?”

You stopped dead in your tracks and peeked your head around the doorframe of the drawing room to look at your aunt who was writing a letter.

“Auntie?”

“Where are you going?”

“I told Lottie I would go to the florist with her,” you said. “She wants to buy flowers for her stepmother and the little ones, and for her own room.”

“Ah,” she said. “Did you decide what you will wear tonight at the ball?”

You leaned sideways to the doorframe. “Yes and it’s all ready. Paula laid them over.”

She smiled at you. “And are you very excited?” she asked. “It’ll be your first outing as a couple.”

You took in a breath and nodded. “Uh huh.”

“Everyone keeps asking me questions about you two but they really want to hear the details from you.”

You made a face. “I am aware.”

She shot you a knowing look.

“I know you’re not exactly fond of all that…attention,” she said softly. “And that you’d rather have your privacy until the wedding and afterwards.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Oh painfully so,” she said with a small laugh, making you smile as well. “You do not have to tell them anything you do not wish to.”

You bit inside your cheek. “What if I wish to tell them nothing at all?”

“Then tell them nothing.”

You let out a bitter chuckle. “Oh of course. And I’m sure they will not insist.”

“Since when what people say to you affect your actions?” she asked and you shrugged your shoulders, biting at your nail.

“I don’t know anymore.”

“You’re in love and you’re getting married,” she said. “Tell them that. And if that’s not enough for them, they can just do what they’ve always done.”

“Which is?”

“Stay curious,” she said, winking at you and you scoffed a laugh.

“I shall make sure to tell them that,” you said as you pushed yourself off the doorframe. “I should go. I’ll bring you flowers though!”

“Oh you’re the sweetest,” she said, pressing a hand on her shoulder. “I’d like that a lot. Now go, you shouldn’t keep Miss Harlowe waiting.”

You nodded and made your way downstairs, then walked out of the house to get into the carriage.

                                                          *

The florist wasn’t very far so when you and Charlotte walked into it, she was still telling you about her latest suitor.

“And Mr. Greenway wanted to know what made Benedict break our courtship, can you believe it? He did not seem convinced when I told him there was no courtship.”

You ran your palm over the lavenders. “Your suitors make me want to stab them, honestly.”

“You and my papa seem to have that in common,” she said. “He keeps saying he does not wish to see me married and leave home.”

“And your stepmother?”

“Mama says I should only marry the one I love,” she said. “Like you and Benedict!”

You dragged your tongue over your teeth, keeping your gaze on the flowers.

“Are you very excited about the wedding, Y/N?”

“Uh huh,” you said before leaning in to smell the lavenders better. “Sure.”

She nibbled on her lip, rocking on the balls of her feet but remained silent, making you turn to her.

“Lottie?”

She bit down a smile. “Yes?”

“What is it?”

“I was just wondering,” she said. “If I could be your bridesmaid perhaps?”

You stared at her before a smile warmed your face, then you took a deep breath, narrowing your eyes in an attempt to look to be in deep thought.

“Hmm…” you said, “I may need to think of it.”

“Y/N!”

You scoffed a laugh and reached out to squeeze her hand.

“Lottie of course you will be my bridesmaid!” you said. “I would like to ask you to be my maid of honor, in fact.”

She let out a squeal and wrapped her arms around you to hug you, then pulled back.

“Of course!” she said. “I already have so many ideas about my gown, can it be pale blue do you think? I really like pale blue!”

“It’s your decision, I really will not mind whichever color you choose.”

“And your wedding gown?”

“I’m not certain yet,” you said after a beat. “There’s still time to think about it—you can buy these by the way. They’re good.”

She made her way to the counter to pay for the bunch, and you grabbed a bouquet of crocuses to do the same. The florist put them into a paper bag and gave it to you, and you both started walking towards the exit.

“You at least must have an idea about what your bridal bouquet,” she insisted. “Do you not?”

“Well I—” you started but then stopped in your tracks to approach the bouquets by the window.

“Aw they’re beautiful!” Lottie said. “What are those?”

“Tuberoses,” you said with a small smile, then leaned in to inhale the scent. “I like tuberoses.”

“Perhaps they can be your bridal bouquet!” she said and you pulled back from the flowers, then looked around.

“Perhaps— excuse me,” you said to the florist who approached you upon hearing you. “How much for a bouquet of these?”

The man stole a look at the flowers, then raised his brows.

“Those are tuberoses my lady.”

“Yes I know. How much?”

He shifted his weight and glanced at your hand. “My lady, I’m afraid I cannot sell them to you.”

You pulled your brows together and Lottie tilted her head to the left like a confused puppy.

“…Why not?”

“You’re unmarried, my lady.”

“She will be married soon!” Lottie chirped happily and your frown deepened.

“How is that relevant?”

“Tuberoses, my lady,” he said. “Unmarried ladies aren’t allowed to smell them or purchase them for that matter.”

Lottie’s hands flew to her face to cover her nose and mouth and you blinked a couple of times.

“But it will be my pleasure to sell them to you once you’re married—”

“I don’t understand,” you cut him off. “Why can’t I buy them now?”

“Tuberoses can awaken certain…urges my lady,” he said. “Urges that are not appropriate for unmarried ladies such as yourself.”

A small, muffled whine escaped from Lottie and you arched a brow, then batted your eyelashes, feigning complete innocence.

“What sort of urges?”

“My lady, they’re not—” he paused. “Not appropriate to think of.”

“Why not?” you asked but Lottie reached out to grab your arm with her free hand, then tugged at it.

“Thank you,” she said from behind her palm and pulled you to the other side of the shop near the door.

“Oh dear God I accidentally smelled it I think!”

“Lottie.”

“So did you!”

“Yes and nothing is going to happen—”

“Charlotte?” you heard a voice and you looked over your shoulder to see Anthony and Benedict by the door before they both stepped in. Anthony went straight to Charlotte and Benedict smiled at you, making your heart skip a beat before you nodded in his direction.

“What are you doing here?” you asked and Benedict motioned outside.

“We were just—Charlie, what are you doing?”

“We smelled a flower we weren’t supposed to.”

Anthony frowned. “What?”

“And now it’ll awaken certain urges.”

Benedict stared at her. “Charlie, what are you talking about?”

“The florist says unmarried ladies aren’t supposed to smell tuberoses and I accidentally smelled them,” she said, making you heave a sigh, looking up at the ceiling. “And so did Y/N!”

“Mine wasn’t accidental,” you deadpanned with a shrug of your shoulders and Benedict repressed a laugh.

“Really?”

“I’m still waiting for the explanation of what urges it will awaken,” you stated, looking around for the florist. “He was not done explaining, where is he?”

“Y/N,” Benedict said, his voice a playful warning and you grinned at him.

“What?” you asked. “I’m in terrible need of explanations.”

“You are in terrible need of taunting someone, more likely.”

“How dare you?” you asked, trying to adapt a solemn expression. “You’re trying to get in the way of true knowledge here, what would your beloved philosophers say—”

“I do not feel any different,” Lottie said, worry still etched in her tone as she lowered her hand and Anthony looked around, then grabbed a flower.

“There you go Charlotte,” he said. “Peonies. Your favorite.”

Charlotte took the red peony from him, a smile warming her face before she bit at her lip.

“You remembered!”

…Ah.

This was interesting.

The realization hit you so hard that it made your head snap up and you stared at them. Now it made sense why Anthony was so furious when he had approached you concerned about Charlotte after your engagement to Benedict. It made sense why he was so gentle around her, it made sense why Charlotte insisted he was the sweetest, it made sense—

He loved her, and she loved him, and you couldn’t tell if either of them was aware of it.

Everyone kept asking how Benedict hadn’t proposed to Charlotte in two years, what you wanted to know was how this idiot hadn’t proposed to her in those same two years.

You forced yourself to avert your gaze and cleared your throat.

“I cannot believe I’m not allowed to buy flowers because the florist is an idiot.”

“You don’t think it’s dangerous?”

“No,” you and Benedict said at the same time and Charlotte turned to you.

“And you’re not worried at all?”

“There’s nothing to worry about except for the lack of logic here,” you stated. “But then again, that’s not exactly uncommon in the ton, I’m getting used to it slowly like a frog in the hot water.”

Benedict’s smile was soft as a fond look crossed his eyes and you shifted your weight, then looked around.

“I’d better go,” you said. “Lottie?”

“Oh I’m coming of course,” she said. “I’ll see you both later.”

You and she walked out of the florist to make your way down the street and Lottie twirled the single peony between her fingers with a smile.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“What do peonies symbolize?”

You stole a look at her. “Love and honor.”

“Oh,” she said quietly before inhaling the scent of the flower and you repressed a smile, then pulled her to the next shop.

By the time you returned to the house, you and Charlotte had spent at least three hours outside, first checking out the bookshop, then sitting at the teahouse. Spending time with her had put you in a better mood as usual, and you had almost forgotten about tonight’s ball until you passed through the door to your house and saw one of the maids carrying your coat for the night. You shook your head, making your way upstairs as you took the flowers into your hand and entered the drawing room.

“Pretty flowers for a pretty lady,” you said, making your aunt turn and her whole face lit up.

“Aw, Clover!” she said, taking them from you before kissing your cheek. “They are absolutely gorgeous my dear!”

You smiled back at her as she gave them to a maid for her to put them into a vase, then turned to you.

“I sent yours to your room.”

Your head shot up. “Hm?”

She winked at you. “Just go there and see.”

You pulled your brows together and walked out of the drawing room to make your way to your room, then opened the door to step inside but as soon as you saw what was on your desk, you stopped dead in your tracks.

Tuberoses.

You gawked at it before slowly approaching the bouquet in the vase, then leaned forward to take in the scent, your eyes fluttering close. A smile curled your lips as you opened your eyes, then tilted your head when the tiny envelope next to the vase caught your eye, so you reached out to open it and took out the small card.

I’d hate to get in the way of true knowledge.

Benedict.

A scoff of laughter escaped from you and you shook your head, then walked to fling yourself into your bed, painfully aware of the smile warming your face.

                                                *

The night hadn’t even started yet but you were more than ready to get back in the carriage and go home already. Nervousness was rushing through you and you desperately needed some fresh air before going into that chaos, so you took a look at the couple of people in the garden making their way to the big house, then turned to your aunt.

“Auntie, I uh…” you said. “Can I wait for Lottie first?”

“We can wait for her inside?”

“Well yes, but—” you cleared your throat. “After Whistledown’s article, people will ask me some questions about the betrothal, so I fear I won’t have the time to talk to her.”

She looked around. “Y/N, I’m not sure…”

“It’s a garden.”

“You’d still be alone.”

“Barely,” you said. “There are people here.”

“My dear, it’s night time and—”

“Lady Thorne,” Benedict’s voice reached you and you turned your head to see him, an inexplicable rush of relief washing over you for some reason. “Miss Y/N.”

“Mr. Bridgerton,” your aunt greeted him with a smile and glanced at you, heaving a sigh. “I suppose you can wait for Miss Harlowe here if Mr. Bridgerton is staying.”

You turned to look up at Benedict expectantly and he raised his brows.

“Yeah I can—I’m staying, definitely.”

You held your breath and motioned at him. “See, auntie? He’s staying.”

She thought for a moment, then clicked her tongue.

“Alright but,” she said, pointing at you two. “No going anywhere by yourselves.”

Benedict held up his hands, gesturing surrender and you shook your head fervently.

“Of course not.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Lady Thorne.”

“You’re staying right here in the garden, you hear me?”

“Yes, of course. Right here.”

“We’ll follow this road to the ballroom,” Benedict motioned at the stone road. “Won’t even step anywhere else.”  

Your aunt narrowed her eyes at you two as if trying to see whether you two were lying, then shook her head.

“I will not be able to rest until you two are married,” she murmured and turned around, then made her way to the house. 

“Thank you,” you said, watching her enter the house and Benedict waved a hand in the air.

“Don’t mention it,” he said. “What’s going on?”

“I needed some fresh air before throwing myself into that gladiator pit,” you grumbled but before Benedict could even answer, Lady Anna -one of the ladies you had met when you were presented to the queen- approached you with her mama.

“Mr. Bridgerton!” her mama said. “Miss Y/N! Congratulations on your betrothal.”

Benedict shot her that irresistible crooked grin of his and bowed while Lady Anna glared at you, and turned to smile at him.

“What a hasty engagement though,” she said. “Barely anyone knew you two were in courtship.”

“Oh I was under the impression that everyone did, my lady,” Benedict said. “Thanks to Lady Whistledown.”

She let out a giddy giggle and her mother turned to you.

“Any idea when the wedding will be?” she asked you and you reminded yourself to smile.

“In a month,” you said. “Approximately.”

“I cannot wait to hear the full story from you!” she said. “We will see you inside of course?”

“Of course,” Benedict said and Lady Anna dropped a curtsy, then followed her mama to the house while you let out a breath and looked up at him.

“Get me out of here right now.”

“Way ahead of you,” he muttered, looking around. “Do you see that corner? Far end of the garden?”

“It’s such a lovely garden by the way,” you pointed out as you glanced at the flowers. “Now that you mentioned it. That being said, I feel like their gardener should take a look at the—”

“Y/N, focus.”

“Right,” you said and cleared your throat. “Yes I can see that corner.”

“There’s a bench there, we can go there when that carriage passes by here. You first—”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes I am serious— go now!” he whispered as he pushed you gently, making you repress the laughter bubbling up in your chest. You moved in the same direction as the carriage, using it to shield yourself from anyone else’s gaze before you rushed to the far end of the garden. Just as Benedict said, there was a bench in the dark half covered by the tree over it and you sat down, running a hand over your eyes.

It took a couple of minutes but soon enough you heard the footsteps and Benedict entered your sight, shooting you that mischievous grin and your heart skipped a beat but you frowned at yourself, sitting up straighter.

“May I?” he motioned at the bench and you scooted over to the side.

“Sure.”

He sat beside you and you heaved a sigh, leaning back on your palms, keeping your gaze on the sky before stealing a look at him.

“Do you think we’re actually pushing our luck?”

Benedict raised his brows and shrugged his shoulders.

“Luck pushed us first,” he said. “And honestly what are they going to do? Marry us twice?”

A laugh climbed up your throat but you covered your mouth to muffle to sound, making him smile. You lowered your hand and took a deep breath, your stomach doing a pleasant flip.

“Thank you by the way,” you said. “For the flowers.”

“Of course,” he said, his blue eyes gleaming in the dim moonlight. “Let me guess, you were overtaken by uh… what was it? Desires—”

“Inappropriate urges.”

“Yeah those, you were overtaken by inappropriate urges the moment you smelled them?”

A giggle managed to escape from you this time and you nodded.

“Certainly,” you said. “Still couldn’t get myself out of this ball though.”

“It won’t be that bad.”

You shot him a look. “Yes it will. Didn’t you see them just now?”

“It’s just until another scandal breaks out,” he said. “It’s the social season, I doubt we’ll have to wait that long.”

You pressed your palms into your eyes until you saw shiny dots in the darkness, then lowered them again.

“They’ll keep asking questions and I don’t like…” you trailed off and rubbed at your wrist. “I don’t like telling people things. Lies or not.”

Benedict nodded his head. “Send them my way.”

You scoffed. “Benedict—”

“No I’m serious,” he said. “You don’t owe anyone anything, much less an explanation. If they want to hear about it that much, they can come ask me.”

You tried to ignore the small smile threatening to pull at your lips and turned your gaze to look up at the moon again, still rubbing at your wrist absentmindedly. A peaceful silence fell upon you, the soft night breeze caressing your face and you heaved a sigh.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

Benedict cleared his throat. “I um…I got you something.”

You turned your head to look at him and he offered you a soft smile before reaching inside his jacket to pull out a rectangular box. Your eyebrows furrowed as you pulled back slightly.

“What’s that?”

“A gift.”

You eyed the sleek box, your frown deepening before you shook your head.

“No you can keep it, I don’t have anything to give you back.”

Benedict blinked a couple of times.

“I didn’t get it for – that would make it a trade,” he said helpfully. “It’s a gift.”

Your question was nearly a demand. “Why?”

“Because I wanted to?” he said like he was asking you back. “I saw it and thought of you.”

You looked up from the box at him. “What do you want in return?”  

“To repeat, that’s not how it—” he paused. “Has no one given you a gift before?”

You nibbled on your lip and shrugged your shoulders.

“Family,” you murmured and scoffed. “Some of them, that is.”

It’s a trick, a small voice in your said. He’ll want it back once you like it, as soon as he—

“I don’t want anything in return,” his voice cut through your thoughts and you tilted your head, your lips pulled into a pout.

“If you’re going to pull it back when I reach for it, I’ll leave.”

He stared at you for a moment as if he couldn’t tell whether you were jesting or not and he looked like he had a million of questions he wanted to ask, but in the end he decided otherwise.

“How about this?” he said. “I’ll just put it here. If you want you can open it, if not we can leave it here and go back to the ballroom.”

He placed the box between you and leaned back on the bench, crossing his arms as if he wanted to prove he wouldn’t make any sudden moves like pulling the box out of your reach. You hesitated for a second, then slowly reached out to take the box into your lap, then pulled at the ribbon and lifted the cover.

A breath left your lips as soon as you saw what was inside.

It was a pocket knife unlike any other you had seen so far. It was light, lighter than your current one and small figures of flowers were engraved on the handle, tiny rubies glimmering on silver. You flicked the knife, the blade coming out of its place instantly, and even in the dim light you could see just how sharp it looked before you pushed it back into its place, then turned to Benedict who was watching you with a soft look on his face.

“Thank you,” you said, unable to stop the smile on your face. “It’s very beautiful.”

He grinned at you. “I’m glad you like it.”

You pulled your pocket knife out of your cleavage before putting it beside you on the bench, then pushed your new knife into your cleavage, causing Benedict to instantly look up at the sky. You pursed your lips in order not to laugh, then slipped the silk skirt of your gown up your leg to tuck the old knife into your garter, painfully aware of Benedict stealing a look at you out of the corner of his eye. You fixed your skirts and turned to him to see him taking a deep breath, closing his eyes.

“Are you alright?”

“Mm hm,” he said, sounding a bit breathless for some reason and opened his eyes, then cleared his throat. “Yeah. Absolutely. Totally alright.”

A small spark ran down your spine and you arched a brow, tilting your head.

“Any inappropriate urges?”

“So many,” he said, his voice coming out like he was tormented and motioned around in a vague manner. “Tuberoses here somewhere.”

You bit down a smile, then got up from the bench and fixed your gown.

“Come on,” you said. “We should go back to the ballroom, I don’t want to be a part of yet another scandal.”

You stood on your tiptoes to take a look at the garden to see whether anyone would see you together when you walked in there but by some miracle it seemed empty enough. Judging by the music reaching even there, dancing had started already and probably everyone who was invited was already inside, dancing and socializing.

“Right,” Benedict said and stood up as well, then threw his shoulders back and offered you his arm. “To the gladiator’s pit we go then.”

“Should be interesting,” you murmured and placed your hand over his arm, that familiar warmth spreading through you and you took a shaky breath, then you both started walking to the house.

Chapter 12

[danplansfwtickle-blog0]

Title: tickled blue

Description: hosuh finds jays weakness and uses it against him.

(Gentle) ler: hosuh

(Shy) Lee: jay

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“Quick jay! Distract hosuh while I get Dan!” Stephen yelled, pointing to the silver haired boy that stood in fright, looking at jay who stared him down.

Daniel yelped as Stephen took chase, separating him from hosuh into another room, while Jay, had hosuh all to him self.

“Well hosuh, now that you can’t protect Dan like you always do, what are you gonna do now?” Jay asked smugly, repeatedly batting that back of the knife in the palm of the opposite hand of his.

Daniel and the rest of the group had decided to play a game of how well hosuh can go without Daniel’s help in a serious situation, but instead of Stephen chasing hosuh, it was Jay, since Stephen could always keep Dan distracted and held back. It was also a test to see how hosuh would do and what he would use to defend himself.

“Uhmm, *gulp* run?” Hosuh nervously replied, before making a B line for the front door, but jay was faster and had sped in front of him and blocked hosuh’s only exit.

“Wanna dance scaredy cat?” Jay mocked, before grazing the edge of the prop knife with a pointer finger.

Hosuh turned the other way and ran down the long hallway, jay slowly getting closer behind him, it was obvious that Jay clearly didn’t like hurting Hosuh, but still wanted him to learn self defense, he was his friend after all, a very caring one at that.

Hosuh then turned a corner and felt a hand grip the back of his collar. Hosuh yelped and turned around, only to be faced by Jay who was clearly putting in effort to be intimating, his eyes shone his multicolored irises, sharp and predatory like a cat.

Hosuh shuttered and shoved him out of the way before running into the bedroom and shutting the door behind him, but failed to realize there was no lock on it. Hosuh found out that the beds where too low to hide under and the closet would be too obvious, he trapped himself by mistake.

Oh no.

Suddenly the door swung open and closed, jay blocking the door. Hosuh turned and held out his hands as if trying to calm down an angry animal.

“You trapped yourself hosuh, what a foolish move~ you really gotta think more clearly next time” Jay slowly approached hosuh, building tension to the act.

Hosuh backed up until a wall made contact which made him jump. Before Hosuh knew it jay had him in a corner, Jay looking down on him similar fashion how Stephen would trap him.

“Please don’t do this, let’s try another way to do this” Hosuh said with fear dragging in his tone.

“Oh no hosuh… we don’t need another way to do this, this is the only way, and believe me I wish there was” jays voice was menacing and dark. “But Im afraid your life has to end here”

Hosuh panicked, he knew shoving him would only stun him and not give him enough time, so what can he use?

Jay raised the prop knife, ready to bring it down hard on hosuh, but hosuh in a deep state of panic, place his hands on jays sides and tried shoving again, but only ended up in accidentally gripping sides too tightly, which caused Jay to recoil and yelp, protecting his sides.

“What?! Sorry did I hurt you?” Hosuh asked in a panic, thinking he might of did his training a bit too seriously.

Hosuh was gonna ask again, but noticed that his body language did not give the intention that he was in pain, but jay was covering his mouth, his face reddening.

“Jay?” Hosuh was now puzzled. “Jay are you okay?”

Jay nodded slightly. “Y-yeah, just…”

Jays train of thought paused, refraining from looking at hosuh. Hosuh tried to look at him but he refused to make eye contact back.

Hosuh was even more puzzled, then attempted to place a hand back onto jays side but Jay swatted his hands away.

Hosuh was slowly putting two and two together.

Then it hit him but jay was getting back into character as if nothing had ever happened. Pinning Hosuh back against the wall.

“Alright, enough stalling, let’s get this death over with here and now- AHAHACK!” Jay was cut off by a hand touching his side, making his drop the fake knife and stepping back.

Jay was finally able to make eye contact with hosuh and this time he looked more like the victim.

Hosuh looked at Jay and then his hand, then gave a compassionate smile, giggling.

“Heh heh, someone has lost their touch” Hosuh joked, walking up to Jay making him back into the bed, on all fours crawling backwards before hitting the wall.

“Hosuh don’t!” Jay said, trying to stay strong, but his pink face gave him away.

“Why? Is there something wrong with your side?” Hosuh teased lightly.

Jay thought for a moment started to agree. “Y-yes! I h-have uhhh… a disease that is very contagious” he lied.

Jay covered his face with his fists, hoping Hosuh wouldn’t do anything for the love of god. His face became redder when he felt and heard hosuh talk and touch his side at the same time.

“Riiight hereee? This side?” Hosuh asked, a smile still lingering on his face.

“y-yes! hahahaha! Stohohohp! IHIHITS SENSITIHIHIVE!” Jay cackled, feeling five fingers brush against his side just barely.

He really is sensitive.

Hosuh smirked sheepishly, but playfully. Deciding that he would play with him a bit.

“Hmmm, you said diseases huh? Well I think I know just the cure!” Hosuh cheered, noticing jays face go extremely apprehensive.

“Then maybe this other side must need to attention too, don’t want it be left out~” Hosuh said, using two pointer fingers to rapidly but gently jab at his side making jay giggle and jump like crazy.

“N-no! PLEHEHEHEASE! NOT THERE EHEHEHEITHER!” Jay begged.

*he kinda acts like a dog..* hosuh thought to himself, invisioning a blond dog wagging its tail to the sensation of tickling. *aww*

“Oh, not there?”

“Nohoho!”

“Wait! I just noticed something!” Hosuh alarmed, stopping his small attack.

Jay still covering his face, peaked through his fingers to see hosuh frozen for a second before he spoke.

“Hold still..” Hosuh said, jay wasn’t sure why he listened but part of him said that Hosuh was just messing with him. And then he felt it. A hand sliding up against his bare skin under his hoodie, let alone his shirt.

“Hohohohosuh! Wait! No!” Jay cackled. “CUHUHUT IT OHHAHAHAHAOUT!”

“Awwwww does someone have a ticklish side? Why are you giggling?” Hosuh teased, watching jays face go red from the teasing.

Jay tried covering his face but it didn’t seem to matter anymore, he just used a pillow instead, half-hazardly covering his blushing face.

“What? Does it tickle? Does it tickle when I wiggle my fingeeerrs alllll ovverrr yourrr siiides~” hosuh now using both hands to attack both sides.

“NOHOHO NOT BOTH HAHAHANDS!” Jay cackled again.

Hosuh grabbed the pillow from Jay and tossed it to the side.

“Come on I wanna see that innocent face that you have been hiding” Hosuh said, continuing his poking torture at jays sides.

Yep the dark stare jay had once claimed was a now shy and timid face trying it hide it self from the world with a pair a of hands.

“Come on, I wanna see the hole face” Hosuh urged playfully, using each poke to line up to each he spoke out next, leading up to his belly. “Come on. Come on. Come on. Commmeee oonnn~”

Jay was refusing to show but hosuh knew the exact way to get him to open up.

Hosuh stopped his torment and looked down at jays stomach and lifted his hoodie/shirt. Jay instantly looked down and froze in terror. Without warning Hosuh place both hands on his stomach but held them there.

“When I count to three, you better have that face unveiled…” hosuh warned, but jay was now stuck in a mental game of tug of war with himself and hosuh. “1…” Jay squeaked feeling hosuh’s fingers flex slightly. “2…” Jay started to squirm, hosuh had started to wiggle fingers ever so lightly but naturally. “Aaaaannndd…don’t make me reach that belly button…” Jay pulled his legs up and was about to kick Hosuh off, but hosuh was faster this time.

“Not so fast you adorable rascal of a friend!” Hosuh called, getting back into position.

Hosuh then called out “3!”

And then jay was met with hosuh scribbling his fingers across jays belly.

“AHAHAHAHA STOHOHOHOP IM GOHOHOHONNA DIE! Hahaha!!” Jay tried curling into a ball, but hosuh eventually had to use a bent knee to hold his legs down, then eyes jays belly navel.

“N-no! Hosuh please! I beg of you!” Jay pleaded with a few giggled escaping him.

Hosuh went to reach for it but jay grabbed his arm, to which. Held that hand and the other and held them just high enough above the both of them before Hosuh started to tease effortlessly at jays belly and his center.

If jays wasn’t howling with laughter before, then he was now. “HOSUHUHAHAHA!” Jay threw his head back, spilling out what ever laughter was held back from before.

“Aww your shy~ the sociopath is not only ticklish but is shy, how ironic haha” Hosuh continued his feet when jay spoke again.

“N-NO TEHEHEHEASING!” Jay howled.

Hosuh smiled brightly, a smile that had an evil trap behind them.

Hosuh let go of his hands and started to reach under his clothes again and went for his ribs, jay tensing up.

“Wow your just one big ticklish spot, let me ask you something though, does this sociopath have any cracked ribs I need to check?” Hosuh teased like he always did but raised his voice to sound more playful, tracing each rib on jays body, making him shift.

Hosuh fake gasped. “Huh? You have broken ribs? Well we need to get those fixed!” Hosuh started to tap each and every one of them. Top to bottom. “I need to check how many are broken first though, hold still”

“Stohohop! IT TICKLES!!” Jay clenched his arms down but failed to move hosuh’s hands away.

“Awww does Jay have ticklish ribs? No wonder he’s been all giggly..” Hosuh stopped for a moment, the. Said.

“I have one more question for you jay, then I’ll stop” Hosuh promised.

Jay tensed again, waiting for his fate one last time…hopefully…

“What is a tickle monsters favorite fruit?” Hosuh asked, seeing jays eyes go wide, knowing the answer, he looked away and not even answering.

“It’s…” Hosuh put both hands down on jays stomach, to which Jay tried pushing him off but obviously failed again. “RASBERRIES!!”

Hosuh took in a deep breath and blew into jays belly button, sending a wave of intense ticklish energy into his system, causing him to squirm like a kid, a huge wave of laughter over took him and Jay was crying laughing, squeaking, wheezing and giggling intensely.

He couldn’t breathe.

Hosuh stopped after a second blow and let jay breathe for a good minute.

“You doing alright Jay?” Hosuh asked, laying a hand on his shoulder.

“Y-yeah, just a little…winded…” Jay said with a breathy but tired giggle.

“Well that’s good” Hosuh sat up at the edge of the bed and jay sat up and came up behind and hugged Hosuh.

“Hosuh?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you know that you would look just as cute if this were to happen to you?” Jay joked, feeling a painful jab in his side.

“Jay!” Hosuh screamed, blushing, getting up from the bed and turning around.

Jay out his hands up, knowing he had just set himself up for some more torture. Which he will regret later….probably…

End.

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Author: hey so I wanted to try and take a jab at what I think would happen if hosuh was a ler against jay, and I love every moment of what I put into this, you guys better like it too lol 😂 got mild inspiration from @ghostlee and the story they wrote, that they traded with a story of mine! Ok it was some inspiration not just “mild” inspiration now that i think about it.

Have a good day/night/noon everyone! I know this is long but I enjoyed it too much to stop 😅

[lqfiles]

strawberries , jaemin

he hates strawberries, yet he would never tell you that.

wc: 1.7k

“you smell nice.” jaemin’s voice startled you as he took a seat next to you, simultaneously greeting you. “thank you, it’s a new perfume i bought, i was worried people wouldn’t like it.” you smiled at him as he took out his books and turned to face you. “who cares about what others think, you only live once. worrying about other’s opinions doesn’t make you happy. despite that, i think you smell amazing so that’s what counts.” jaemin lectured you. there was no sign of a teasing and sweet tone, it was an unfamiliar deep yet serious tone. attractive, you thought. “oh.. thank you, you’re right. i don’t know why i was so worried.” your voice was barely above a whisper as your eyes stayed stuck on his face that was still staring at you. you took notice of the new hair colour he carried on his head. a nice brown-ish tint that seemed to fade into almost blonde yet it still had its obvious blonde colour. “did you dye your hair?” you asked him, focusing back on your open laptop. he hummed. the two of you were seated in the local library where you’d usually meet. jaemin wasn’t someone you knew well. you didn’t even have his phone number. let alone know anything else about him other than the fact that his name was na jaemin and he liked to come to the library, every friday afternoon. that’s how you had met him. as the two of you had seen each other many times, it was a matter of time before you formerly introduced yourself to each other.

jaemin was interesting to say the least. someone who knows he’s was very alluring and attractive, yet is very humble about it, never once complimenting himself near others. he is a sweetheart but could also tell when someone deserves a cold shoulder. one moment he can be very talkative, next second he could be with his head deep in books. he surprised you every time you saw him. “you smell like strawberries.” jaemin noted, waking you out of your daydream. “huh? oh yeah. i love strawberries. do you like strawberries?” you asked, taking the risk. you were always intrigued by him and his opinions yet never had the opportunity to ask him any questions as he’d be reading something with his earphones plugged in. “strawberries, they’re okay.” he said, slightly stopping mid sentence as if he was wondering whether it was the right thing to say. “i’ll bring them next time, maybe we can share?” you asked. you were serious when you said you wanted to get to know him. “you don’t have to, i could buy them myself.” he said, sending you small smile. that was one of the many times you tried to shoot your shot with jaemin. whether it be as friends or more. you would spray the strawberry perfume on you like it was clothing that was supposed to cover you. every single friday, you’d drown yourself in the scent of strawberries. “he thinks it smells amazing.” you’d tell yourself through the mirror, a smile on your face as you’d make your way to the library. and every single friday, jaemin would compliment you on your scent. letting you know your efforts weren’t for nothing.

you had successfully managed to get his phone number and other socials, he barely had any. it made you more interested in. you’d initiate the conversation every single time, you wondered if it bothered him but he showed no sign of any burdens. you had saved his name as “jm 🍓” and couldn’t help but grin whenever the name would pop up as an notification. “you’re so interesting, na jaemin. i look like a fool.” you sighed as you ran a hand over your face to wipe away your grin. “you sure do.” the voice that resembled that of your friend, spoke from behind you. you jumped a little, turning around to face haechan who had a teasing grin on his face. “jaemin, huh?” he said, raising his eyebrow as he walked around to sit across you in the canteen. you weren’t surprised to see him, you were one of his only friends at the college, you always expected him around. “you know him?” you asked, slightly leaning in as you wondered how haechan knew about your library crush. haechan hummed. “used to be my primary school friend, i see him around sometimes.” he said, taking out his phone before showing you a picture of what seemed to be the both of them, smiling as they held each other’s shoulder. “that’s amazing, i need you tell me everything about him.” you said leaning closer. “do i look like haechan the cupid to you.” haechan sat back as he crossed his arms. “what do you even know about him.” he questioned and it once again dawned upon you that you were clueless about him. “he is humble, funny but can be serious when he needs to be, he was friends with you.” you counted the facts you knew about him, trying your best to come up with as many as you could. “that’s it?” haechan chuckled, trying to hold back his smile. “fuck off.” you pushed him. but you knew haechan was right, how could you crush on someone you barely knew?

“strawberries!” you exclaimed out of nowhere, startling haechan who’s eyes widened for a second. “strawberries..?” he repeated after you. it was obvious that he was lost with what you were trying to suggest. “strawberries!” you grinned as placed your hands on the table. “he loves strawberries.” you continued with a proud smile on your face. you felt like you were slowly defeating haechan’s point about not knowing him, but you were caught of guard when you saw haechan burst out laughing. it took him a while to regain his composure. “please repeat that again.” he asked as his laugh died down. “doesn’t he like strawberries?” you asked frustrated as you felt confused. “the na jaemin i know despises strawberries. unless this is a different jaemin, he more than likely is lying to you.” haechan smirked. a part of you didn’t want to believe it since haechan wasn’t the most trust worthy person when it came to telling the truth, but haechan also told you that he had known him for years and even met up with him every now and then. so, just to find out whether it was all an act or haechan was pulling another prank on you, you decided to take matters into your own hands. “hello..?” jaemin asked a bit confused as he eyed the lunch box that had a bunch of strawberries in it. “just for you.” you said, placing the lunch box in his lap, holding back your grin as you saw how his own eyes slightly widened. “for me?” he questioned, looking up at you. he seemed much more tense than he usually was and you were starting to think haechan might have been telling you the truth. you nodded. “what? i thought you loved strawberries. after all you keep complimenting my perfume.” you said, shuffling over to sit a bit closer to him. “yeah.. but that’s your perfume. i can’t eat perfumes can i? also i just ate something and i might throw up if i eat something else.” jaemin spoke in a rather fast pace and that was all you needed to know to confirm haechan’s claim. the library grew silent as you just stared at him. his own wide eyes staring right back at you. you chuckled. it confused him.

“haechan told me.” you confessed as you took the lunch box out of his lap, putting one of the strawberries in your mouth before eating it. “h-haechan?” jaemin stuttered, confused how his childhood friend came into the conversation. you nodded as you ate another one of the strawberries. “i told him about you, how i wanted to get to know you. he asked me what i did know, i told him the little things i knew about you. i guess your whole strawberry enjoyer persona must’ve been an act since haechan laughed in my face telling me you despise strawberries.” you continued to eat the strawberries before your eyes landed on his lips. he always had nice lips. a nice shade of pink. it was a bummer that he didn’t like strawberries, it would have been a nice sight seeing his pretty lips right next to the bright red colour. “i’m sorry.” jaemin apologised, tilting his head away to hide his embarrassment. “i was trying to start a conversation with you. i guess your scent was the first thing i picked up on and i just went with whatever felt right. i only made it worse for myself by saying that i found it amazing and next thing we know you wore it every single friday. i guess i’m good at hiding my dislikes am i not?” jaemin awkwardly grinned. “you sure are. next time, be honest. it would’ve been so much easier for the both of us because that would’ve meant i didn’t have to spray a whole bottle of strawberry perfume on me every friday, just so i could get the cute library crush of mine to notice and compliment me.” you smiled back, putting the last strawberry in your mouth. jaemin’s own smile widened. “well i guess i don’t regret it at all now that i know the pretty library crush of mine did all that just to impress me, of all people.” it had gotten dark quick, just like the first time you wore the strawberry perfume and this time, jaemin walked you to the door. “if i said i loved strawberries from today on, would you continue wearing it just to impress me?” jaemin turned to look at you. “i would’ve worn it either way, weren’t you the one who said i should do what i want without thinking of others?” the two of you stared into each other’s eyes for a second before jaemin leaned in and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for a quick hug. “you’re right, do what pleases you.” a soft smile grew on his face before he took a few steps back. “see you next week.”

[astronautbeans]

so i just started writing because cowboys stuck in my head i guess? anyways have this completely out of context snippet that hopefully makes a little sense about Shadow and Sean (and also Legundo) <3

Shadow could feel the tension in the air well before he made it back to the ranch. And, coming over the hill, where his heart coudn't pound in his chest, his stomach coiled uncomfortably. Next to his boss stood none other than the sheriff himself.

It was nerves that sent shocks and ripples throughout his body when Sean turned his head to him, almost casually. The worst of it that Shadow couldn't tell whether those nerves were about the fact that the sheriff came looking for him or that he was currently staring at him and no one else.

Out of respect, he stepped down from his horse well before making it to the two. Nearing them, he tipped his hat and greeted them both. It took effort not to let his gaze linger on Sean any longer than he had to.

Sean clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. For a moment, none of them spoke. Shadow glanced between them. He wouldn't dare break the quiet, even if the uncertainty could kill him. Why was he here? What did he want? Did something happened? Did he know about- no. He couldn't know.

Finally, he broke the silence. He dropped his hands from where his arms had been crossed. "Ride with me, Shadow."

He looked at his boss, who nodded only once, then took Nightmare by the reins to get back in her saddle. Sean was in his seat before him, and he barely waited long enough for him to get settled before he rode off. Shadow followed easily, gloved hands uncomfortably tight around the reins. They were alone, riding off into the desert, the sun beating down upon them, and he had no idea what was expected of him here.

Logically, he knew something was wrong. Maybe it had to do with himself, or maybe it was about someone else, someone very specific — thinking of him again made him swallow, oh how he missed him already.

Finally, Sean slowed enough so they could ride side by side. He seemed to think for just a moment longer, then glanced sideways at him, attention partly on the road ahead. "You know Legundo is a wanted criminal, right?"

It took so much effort not to twitch nervously. He no longer wanted to ride next to Sean, despite this being the first time they'd been in close proximity in days. He forced a confused frown onto his face. "I am aware, yes." He shut his mouth after. Anything more and it would be suspicious. He had to play this safe.

Sean hummed. "He deserves to be thrown in jail, if not shot on sight." He paused, maybe waiting for a reaction. Leaning back in his saddle, he levelled him with a relaxed look, once again feigned casualty. "You'd report any sightings to me, wouldn't you?"

A cold shudder ran down his spine despite the burning heat. "Of course, sir." His chest felt unbearably tight. Hopefully, it wasn't obvious in his voice.

"So tell me-" and now he sounded dangerous. Shadow couldn't help the way his eyes widened slightly a the now accusatory, near manic expression on Sean's face — and there was something else to it, something obsessive Shadow couldn't immediately place. "- why I saw the both of you last night, together, and why I haven't heard about it yet?"

[lantanasmuttyfanfics]

The Raven and Dexter one was sooo cute! Would you mind doing a smutty one between them?

Soo soo sorry for the wait!! But please understand I’m only one girl 😭

But anyway I hope you enjoy your smut and I hope you enjoy what I wrote

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Raven felt weird.

She didn’t why but every time she’d look at Dexter she just that this urge to go kiss the life out of him. It was strange because even tho they’d been dating for a few months now she’d never had this urge before.

It was so intens that she had opted to avoiding Dexter as much as possible while trying, and failing, to not make it obvious. Although how she was foolish enough to think she could get anything past her oh so observant boyfriend she didn’t know.

In the first week that she’d been avoiding him he noticed. It was during one of Briars parties that he’d confronted her about it and her with great deal and effort to not pounce on him just made up some excuse and left quickly.

To figure out what was going on Raven set out to find someone she could ask, she thought about asking Apple first but that’d be an awkward conversation for the very traditional in that sort of way princess. So Raven went to the second person she would think of, Ceries.

“So what up Raven.” Ceries smiled at her as she leaned against a tree, Raven sighed and plopped down next to her. “I just feel I don’t know weird around Dexter?” The other girl raised her brows at her as she gazed around the enchanted forest.

“How so? You two were voted ‘cutest most unexpected’ couple on Blondies mirrorcast.” Raven groaned as she threw her head back in annoyance, “I know. And that not the problem it’s just that… I umm feel very strong about uh you know.”

Ceries gave her a questioning look as she plucked grass from the ground, “No raven. I really don’t.” Ravens cheeks heated up as the next thoughts crossed her mind and how she absolutely could not say those things to her friend.

She thought about a different way to say it but every single time she tried to come up with a new way it just made the original look like a saint compared to the others ones. “I just really want to have sex with Dexter.” Raven gasped and clasped her hand over her mouth as the words came out.

Ceries also froze as she looked at her in half disgust and half disbelief, “well… that was um straightforward.” Raven wished a hole would swallow her up right then and there so the embarrassment didn’t have time sink in further.

The two girls sat in silence for a while, just admiring the beauty of the enchanted forest. “Have you told him?” Raven gave the girl a perplexed look, “you want me to tell him?” Cerise nodded and continued to pick grass of the ground.

“I mean that’s probably also why you feel ‘weird’ around him.” Raven rolled her eyes softly and kicked a rock by her feet before she turned to look at her friend. “So your saying that I feel weird because of a lot of built up sexual tension.”

Ceries nodded absentmindedly “yeah pretty much. And besides you two need to get laid.” Before Raven could question her, Ceries perked up and started to look around quickly. “Would you look at that he’s here now. What a perfect time to resolve all those issues of yours.”

Raven was left dumbfounded as Ceries ran of to Grimm knows where and the footsteps on Dexter approached nearer and nearer. He said nothing as he sat beside her and put his arm over her shoulders, the silence that followed was mostly comfortable dispite the things running through her mind.

“So… what are you doing here?” He was the first to break the ice as he turned to look at her, “oh umm nothing just hanging out with Ceries.” At the mention of little reds daughter, Dexter started to look around before turning to Raven again with a raised brow.

“She was here. A few moments ag-.” She was promptly cut of as Dexter moved in and smashed their lips together. Raven froze for a second before melting into the kiss that urge to just have Dexter growing in her with every bite, lick that he was providing to her lips and jaw.

As his lips traveled down her jaw to her throat Raven bit her lips to contain her moan. Wrapping her arms around his neck, raven let her fingers run through pushing him forward so he was now attached to her neck.

As his hands started to travel further down her dress, Raven felt heat course through her body and a tingling sensation form down quickly. Dexters hands ended up finding the zipper of her dress and he without a second thought yanked the zipper down, causing her dress to slide down her arms.

Raven gasped as she felt the air hit her bare back and arms as Dexter started to move the down so he was now ontop of her. Being so caught up in their own lust Raven had nearly forgotten that they were in the enchanted forest where any student could find them.

“Dex… what if someone sees us?” He sighed against her neck and ran his hand up her thigh, “they won’t.” She wanted to question him but all thoughts left her head as soon as his fingers skimmed the line of her panties.

Unconsciously, she bucked her hips and let out a breathy moan. Dexter smiled against the top of her chest where he continued to toy with her panties, Raven just wished she could force him to stop teasing her but she felt completely helpless pinned down under him as he looked at her with dark eyes.

He didn’t break eye contact as he now pushed her panties aside and ran his finger along her slit. She moaned so loudly she feared someone would hear, but again all thought evaporated as Dexter sucked along her breasts and slowly slid one thick finger inside.

“Dex…” he hummed as he bit down gently at the swell of her breast pushing her dress down to her hips as he pumped one finger in and out. The action had her moaning and panting under him in seconds as he also started to take his jacket of.

Ravens walls spasmed around his finger as she felt her climax nearing much sooner than she expected, but inside she was begging that he wouldn’t stop. That he’d tip her over the edge and make her cum so hard her vision blurred.

The actual feeling couldn’t compare to her imagination, instead of blurred vision her sight disappeared completely for a second as a silent scream left her mouth. Dexter also groaned feeling his pants become significantly smaller.

Raven panted and buried her head in his neck as she let out small moans as her high flushed through her body slowly. Dexter continued to pump until she was wiggling in his grip with need for something bigger and thicker.

He slowly sat on his knees, still ontop of her as he looked her dead in the eyes and started to undo his belt. Raven stared back with equal intensity, reaching up as she grabbed his crown and put it on her head. “How does it look?”

He chuckled and threw his belt to the side, “much better on you than me. But I think it’d look better with nothing else on.” Raven ran her tongue along her teeth, holding in a gasp as Dexter practically ripped her dress of her.

She would lecture him but that would have to wait for later. Raven reached forward her nails grazing his lower stomach as she started to pull his pants down, but both being filled with need and lust he helped her yank his pants to his knees before they were embraced in a kiss of passion.

Ravens back hit the ground with a small thud as they fought for dominance over the kiss. She was nearly going to win before the tip of Dexters dick grazed her center, she lost focus and for that split second he took control.

Seeing as he was not doing what she wanted, Raven hooked her legs around his hips and pulled him forward causing his dick to grind against her. Dexter moaned in her mouth and grabbed a fistful of her hair with one hand and her hips with the other as he positioned himself.

Without warning he pushed in slowly, the sound of Ravens screams like a melody to his ears as he held her still while pushing the rest of the way in. When he bottomed out he held still for as along as she needed before she gave him the ok to move.

Once she did, the both got lost in the heat and pleasure of their connection, each lost in the feeling of the other. Dexter kept groaning softly against her nape the feeling of her warm walls around him making him feel like this is what true bliss felt like.

Raven also felt like she was going to lose herself in this pleasure, her mind swirling with ecstasy and euphoria as she ran her nails down his back crying out loud as he jerked forward as her nils reached a particular spot.

She did it again and again loving the feeling of his jerks forward and that wild look in his eyes. Dexter on the other hand felt his climax approaching more quickly than he wanted with every jerk forward, but he couldn’t bring it in him to tell her to stop.

He was loving this far to much to stop. Much to his luck, Raven also felt that wave of heat and ecstasy course through her again as she pulled him in ever more tightly. Her walls pulsating with the need to release what was tipping over of the edge.

With a final scratch down his back, Dexter and Raven tipped into their euphoria. Dexter felt like he was going to pass out from the sheer amount of pleasure that was running through him. It was as if he drowning in it, but he never wanted to come out.

Both panting and sweaty, Dexter helped Raven stand up and look for her torn dress as she waved her hand and everything turned back to how it was before. Much to their luck the bell rang just then and they both made their way to the castleteria.

Dexter had his arm wrapped around her waist as they entered and parted ways as he went to get them both food. Raven smiled and waved at him as she sat next to Apple hoping she wasn’t too flushed. But she froze at the girls next words.

“Umm Raven? Why are you wearing Dexters crown?”

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Hope you enjoyed!! As always feel free to share your commissions

Anyway I’m not going to lie as a fanfic writer there’s always characters that I have trouble writing in this way like idk with some I’m like yeah smut and other I’m like how about a picnic??

Like idk how to explain it. But don’t worry that doesn’t mean I’m opposed to not writing about Dexter x Raven

[trashyswitch]

The Cost of an Open Journal

Elliott tries to get his inner thoughts and secrets out using a journal. But when Alex makes a surprise stop at his cottage, Elliott is forced to come to terms with the idea of Alex, someone he's not particularly close to, discovering his secret. I guess that's what happens when you don't close your journal...

This fanfic was suggested by ���� anon! Though I know you probably didn't expect Alex to be the ler villager, I still hope you like it!

Elliot was sitting at his writing desk, struggling with a storyline. He’s been dealing with some writer's block lately, and has been trying to push through by writing despite it. But this was proving to be a lot more difficult than he thought it would be. Trying to write a chapter without much ideas, was like trying to catch a fish without a piece of bait at the end. It wasn’t impossible, but it’s certainly a challenge. 

To try and get over some of his writer's block, Elliot closed his book and opened up his journal instead. He opened up his book to the most recent page, where he had talked about a little insecurity of his. It was something he never told anyone, let alone talked about out loud. He picked up his pen and continued to write on the partly pre-written page. 

He had moved onto the next page, when a far-away knock had filled his ears for a moment or two. He put down his pen, got up from his desk and walked over to the door. Unsure of who it was, Elliot gently opened it and widened his eyes. “Oh! Greetings, Alex!” He greeted. “Not the person I was expecting.” He admitted. “Oh yeah? Who were you expecting?” Alex asked with a smirk. 

“Uh…” Elliot scratched the back of his head. “Honestly…I was expecting Leah or the new farmer.” He admitted. “Nevertheless, how’s your day been treating you?” He asked. 

“It’s been alright. You?” Alex replied. 

“It’s been comforting.” He lied a little bit. “What brings you here?” 

Alex pointed to the dock with his thumb behind him. “Wanna sit on the dock for a bit?” He asked. 

“Uhhh…” Elliot looked behind himself towards the writing room, and bit his lip. “Well…” He looked back towards Alex. “I’m a little busy trying to write at the moment. Perhaps a little later?” He asked. 

“Oh! You’re writing?!” Alex asked. 

“Y-Yes, but-” 

“I wanna see!” 

Before Elliot could protest, Alex had sprinted through Elliot into his cabin. “WaitWAIT!” Elliot shouted as he ran after him. Alex had sprinted right into Elliot's writing room, eager to see how far he was into his book. He picked up the journal and started reading the first page. 

[Everyone knows one of my favorite birthday gifts is duck feathers. Though I find them very pretty, that is not why I love duck feathers as much as I do.] 

“Wait…” Alex looked at the front of the journal, and widened his eyes. “I didn’t know you journal!” He reacted. 

“Alex!” Elliot complained. 

“Let’s see…” He started reading the journal out loud. “Another reason I like duck feathers so much is because they are very useful to write with.” He read. “Well, that’s obvious…” Alex muttered with a chuckle. “A-Alex…” Elliot muttered, covering his mouth and cheeks with his right hand. 

“They are also quite soft to the touch. Just the delicate graze of my fingers across the feather is enough to make me…giggle…” Alex blinked. “Huh?” He tilted his head slightly as he read the phrase out loud again. “Delicate graze of my fingers…across the feather…” Alex looked up. “Makes you giggle? Why?” Alex asked next. 

Elliot’s face was bright red by this point. It didn’t take much effort to darken his ginger face. He couldn’t tell why exactly he was blushing…was it because Alex had read his secret out loud? Or was it because Alex didn’t understand what he secretly meant? He had no idea, and he didn’t really wanna take the time to find out which was worse. 

“Oh wait…” Alex muttered before continuing to read. “My fingers are a little sensitive…It doesn’t take many flutters to leave me sheepish and giggly.” Alex looked up, surprised to be reading such unusual information. “Wait, when you say sensitive…you mean ticklish, right?” Alex clarified. 

“U-Uh…U-Ummm-” Elliot sighed and covered his face. Though this helped cover up the true color of his face, it didn’t exactly stop Alex from reading more of the journal. 

“Though I do have a favorite…” Alex’s voice slowly trailed off as he kept reading the journal. Alex’s lips slowly formed into his signature smirk the more he read it. The truth was becoming clear to him, and he appeared to be absolutely loving it!

Elliot sat himself onto his piano bench. It was the closest seat he could find before he fell to the ground from pure humiliation. The truth was, Elliot wanted to crawl into a little ball and die. He could not be more mortified…Of all the people to find out the truth…Why did it have to be Alex?! Why couldn’t it have been Leah?! Or the new farmer?! He doesn’t even know Alex all that well. Yes, they somewhat grew up together…but they still didn’t really know each other. Not like Leah does, anyway. And knowing Alex, he may end up blabbing to everyone about his little secret! OH HEAVEN HELP ME! 

Elliot’s anxious thoughts were quickly cut short by a shocked squeal of his own. He had felt something delicately soft, and unbelievably familiar against his neck. Elliot didn’t even need to look at the perpetrator and their weapon of choice. He knew EXACTLY what was tickling his neck, and who was using it against him. 

But all of Elliot’s duck feathers were hidden in a narrow box in his room! So only one question remained: Where did Alex get THIS duck feather from?! 

“Well, will you look at that…” Alex muttered, smirking as he fluttered the feather against his back neck where the spine was. 

Elliot squeaked rather childishly as he brought his shoulders up to try and cover up his neck. “eeEEHEEHEEP!” Elliot shrieked. 

“So the journal WAS right! You ARE ticklish on your neck!” Alex reacted with a laugh. 

“ALEXWAhahait!” Elliot laughed and protested. 

Alex chuckled. “It’s a good thing I brought this duck feather with me, huh?” Alex teased. 

Realizing his neck-covering tactic clearly wasn’t working, Elliot reached his hand behind him to get the feather away from his neck. “P-Plehehease dohon’t!” He reacted. “Ihit’s ehembarassihihihing!” Elliot tried to tell him. 

“If it’s so embarrassing, then why would you write it down on paper for the world to read?!” Alex asked as he moved the feather to the left side of Elliot’s neck. “This whole thing was all on you.” 

“Beeheecause it’s aha secrehehet!” Elliot argued, trying to curl his neck and shoulders to cover it up. “Yohohou rehehead my stuhuhuhuff!” 

“Well, you should’ve put away the journal diary before answering the door!” Alex responded with a chuckle. “Besides…” He fluttered the feather on the now-exposed right side of his neck. “Why would you keep a cute little thing like this a secret?” Alex asked. 

Elliot squealed and struggled to cover up the ticklish spot. “Ihihihit’s nohohot cuhute!” Elliot argued. 

“What are you talking about?! This is cute as hell!” Alex replied rather excitedly. 

“Ihihit’s nohohot!” Elliot kept arguing. 

“If there’s someone in this town that wouldn’t think this is cute, then I’d like to meet them and make them get their eyes checked.” He told him. “Cause THIS…” He fluttered the feather against the left side of his lower neck. 

“DOHOHON’T!” Elliot squeaked and tried to push his hand away. 

“-is gonna get you all the ladies.” Alex finished his tease. 

“Nohohot thehere!” He reacted, laying himself down onto the closed piano. 

“Okay, okay. Then what about here?” Elliot snuck the dainty green feather right under Elliot’s chin. “How about-” 

“eeEEEK!” Elliot squeaked, followed by a big snort. Realizing what he had done, Elliot immediately covered his mouth. 

Alex had moved his feather away and widened his smile the moment he heard it. “Oh my god!” He bursted out laughing almost immediately. “What a reaction!” He placed the feather against his chin again, and twirled it instead. 

“eeEEEHEEHEEK! *snort* DOHON’TPLEHEHEASE!” Elliot shrieked and laughed. 

“Dude, this is hilarious!” Alex fluttered the feather against his lower neck again. “I have never seen you act like this before!” Alex reacted. 

“NONOHOHOHAHAHA!” Elliot started cackling. Even the slightest flutter was enough to drive him crazy! 

“Do it again! Do the snort!” Alex encouraged before fluttering the feather under his chin again. 

“GAHAHAHA! PLEHEhehease stohohohop! Ihihi- IHIHIT’S TOO MUHUHUCH!” Elliot pleaded. 

“Damn dude! I’m barely doing anything!” Alex was shocked. “Are you really this ticklish?!” 

Elliot was too busy squealing and giggling to properly give him a reply. 

After a couple more minutes, Alex finally decided to give the man a rest. He brought the feather away from the long-haired writer, and focused on twirling it. “That was surprisingly fun!” Alex told him. 

Elliot hunched himself over on the piano stool, and scratched his chin and neck vigorously to make the phantom tickles go away. “Yohou…” He pointed to Alex with his pointer finger. “You are an absolute menace.” Elliot muttered. 

Hearing Elliot’s claim, Alex decided to confirm it by fluttering the end of the feather very delicately against Elliot’s pointing finger. 

“a-Ack?!” Elliot jumped, retracting his finger in milliseconds. 

“Can’t keep pointing fingers at me if I’m tickling them, right?” Alex teased. 

Elliot widened his eyes slightly, before sighing and giving up. He hated to admit it, but…Alex was somewhat correct. He literally can’t point fingers at him, because that would mean exposing yet another one of his ticklish spots to Alex…And Elliot was already quite sheepish to start. 

“So…” Alex pointed the feather to him. “I originally came out to give this to you.” Alex admitted, holding it out for him. “But considering how things went, I’m glad I waited.” Alex added. 

Elliot blinked and smiled a bit, taking the feather. “Th-Thank you.” He said softly. “I appreciate the gesture.” 

Alex smiled a bit. “And…does anyone else know about…” Alex pointed to the journal, before pointing to the feather. 

Elliot shook his head. “No. Not even Leah knows the truth.” He admitted. 

“Hm…Well, I think you should tell her.” Alex told him. 

Elliot looked a little surprised. ���Tell Leah?” He looked away. “But…Why?” He asked. 

“Cause she’s your closest friend. So I think it’s safe to assume you can trust her.” Alex explained. 

“Mm hmm…And you?” Elliot asked. 

Alex tilted his head. “Me?” 

Elliot bit his lip. “Can I trust you to keep it a secret?” He asked him. 

“If that’s what you want, then sure!” Alex replied. 

Elliot let out a small breath of relief. 

“But only if I get to subtly tease you about it in front of Leah.” Alex declared next. 

Elliot rolled his eyes with a sigh, but nodded his head. “Very well.”

“Yes!” Alex cheered. “Listen, you’re not a very sportsy guy…But honestly…” Alex shrugged his shoulders. “You’re still pretty cool.” He told him. 

Elliot smiled and looked down, taking the compliment as best he could. “And I suppose you’re pretty good-natured yourself.” Elliot replied. 

“‘Good-natured’? That’s the best you can come up with?!” Alex retorted with a laugh. 

Elliot sighed. “I don’t understand some of the ‘cool’ words you use.” Elliot explained. “Look: I’ll forgive your terrible response if you hang out with me at the dock. Deal?” Alex offered. 

Elliot chuckled a little bit and shook his head with a smile. “Very well.” He got up from the piano stool and started to walk towards the door. 

Alex was about to follow him…But seeing that Elliot had forgotten his duck feather, Alex had picked it up and fluttered it against the left side of his neck again. “Forgot something, nerd?” Alex teased. 

Elliot squeaked and slid a few steps away from the feather. “NahAHA! Alex!” Elliot reacted. 

“You gotta stop leaving your feathers out in the open. Someone – me – Just might use it against you.” Alex told him. 

Elliot poked his side a few times in retaliation. “Don’t act so innocent.” He warned before opening the door to exit his cabin. 

Alex jumped and guffawed, not expecting such firm, tickly pokes from a guy like Elliot. But at least it was only a couple pokes compared to the feather tickling, right? 

[nokingsonlyfooles]

Do Not Watch "Hatchet Wielding Hitchhiker"

I'ma tell you why, because writing words helps me regulate my emotions and I have this outlet now, but I'm not having a wonderful time right now. Y'all don't have to click.

I like me some true crime. I consume it critically. It is often painfully obvious the police have fucked up and railroaded someone, but the soundtrack will be dissonantly scary or triumphant, so I know that's not the conclusion I'm meant to draw. Nevertheless, a mystery is interesting, even if it comes with a chaser of systemic injustice.

Netflix's algorithm has been trying to feed me "Hatching Wielding Hitchhiker" for a long time. I finally bit. I feel ill with anger right now.

It's a short documentary. 1'25". I think they had time to say the words "Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder" and "People with mental illnesses are most often the victims of violent crime and not the perpetrators" but it never came up. I don't think they even said the words "child abuse" although they had a child abuser on camera in a nice homey setting who kept deadnaming her child. (Cis people can have deadnames too, it all depends on the circumstances that caused them to change their name. I think an escape from an abusive family warrants a name change that should be respected.)

They had a corroborating, not-mentally-ill person say that this woman had a dark room with blankets over all the windows where she locked her son, and that she'd also tried to lock him (the witness) in there. When they put her on camera she said, essentially, "No, I never locked him in his room. I did have to lock him in his room, but it was because he would get up early and do things that could hurt him."

And I remember being preschool-aged, and climbing up on the kitchen counters to serve myself milk, cereal and sugar (I was not allowed sugar, it was on the highest shelf), sometimes even making a mess, because my dad was at work and my mom was upstairs in a depressive coma, and I wonder, "Oh. Things like that?"

I know my parents would also say, "No, we never locked her in her room. Well, we did lock her in her room, but it wasn't a lock, it was a hook-and-eye latch. She wouldn't sleep, and she cried a lot and wanted us to comfort her, and we wanted to sleep. So, we fixed it. We got her a fire ladder and made sure she knew how to climb down it, so that wasn't a problem. Well, we assume she didn't have to use the bathroom... Anyway, she didn't like to flush the toilet, it was too loud, she said, and that sure was inconvenient for us. What is this about, again?"

Anyway, this kid finally tried to burn down the house (or at least started a fire), got put in foster care and ran away soon after. If I'd been AMAB and had a bit more testosterone on board, I might've done something clever like that instead of hanging out in an abusive situation until my early twenties, but it never seemed like an option.

The boy we're concerned with changed his name, lived on the street, got assaulted more than once (I don't see any reason to doubt that) and had really bad reactions to seeing others assaulted. He stopped an assault with a hatchet. And he became like an adorable duck who drinks a milkshake, no longer a human being who needs food and shelter and safety... if he ever was that, to anyone.

He made the rounds on TV and social media, the police got him to testify against the guy who did the assault, and I see no effort by anyone to do anything more than corral him long enough to get what they wanted from him. During that time, he peed in inappropriate places, and on the Hollywood Walk of Fame (that is an appropriate place to pee, everyone pees there, I have been to Hollywood), threw a knife at the ground (oh no, scary music), and rode his skateboard in a bumpy hotel lobby. This irritated people. When they stuck a camera in his face and tried to get him to perform, he rambled nonsensically. That wasn't very adorable, so he started to not be so famous anymore.

Here is where the scary music, already present whenever he did something weird, became constant.

He says a 70-year-old man picked him up, drugged him and raped him. The 70-year-old man's friends say "He wouldn't do something like that." But, you know, a mentally-ill homeless person who's never participated in an unprovoked attack before would beat a 70-year-old man to death for no reason.

The scary music, and many of the people who met the young man, find it especially damning that he allowed his alleged rapist to drive him to the train station and buy him a ticket, and hugged him goodbye. The young man thought he could take the train and find someplace safe to sleep, but he could not, so he went back to the rapist's house to get a meal and a bed. Why would a person do something like that?

Oh, I dunno, maybe people are willing to do some awful stuff when they need food and a bed? Or maybe he told himself it didn't happen, "I'm just overreacting"? Or maybe he gave the guy a chance to not try something, and the guy tried something, so he killed him? I could forgive any of that. I know how hard it is to get away from an abusive situation, how that helplessness gets ground into your bones, and how scared and angry you can get when you feel like it's all going to happen again, and that would give me some reasonable doubts.

(The police officer saying that it's almost impossible to fracture the orbital socket, when it is only difficult to fracture one part of the orbital socket, and an elbow to the face can easily fracture another part of it, and the young man saying in his interrogation that he elbowed his rapist in the face, also gave me some doubts.)

It did not give the judge, the jury, or most of the people who shoved cameras in the young man's face, any reasonable doubts.

Now he sits in prison, saying, "But I was raped!" and being denied a new trial. He does not wish to see his abusive mother. The closing captions deadnamed him some more.

Thanks, Netflix. What an intriguing mystery. Not unlike that thing you tried to get me to watch where someone vacuum-bagged a kitten, only you didn't play scary music to make me afraid of the kitten.

Don't watch this. And don't watch that, either. It's called "Don't F**k with Cats," don't watch it.

[archives-of-camelot]

Hoodie Theft

Characters: Eli, Evelin (@nimue-hidden-lake)

Series: Evelin Anniversary

Had to repost because posted on the wrong blog. That's embarrassing.

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A chill hung heavy in the air that evening. Expected of the winter month of February, it made it no less unpleasant. The heating wasn't of much help either, as it took forever to combat the cold.

One would think that someone as cold on the surface as Evelin wouldn't be bothered, but that was untrue. Her lack of expression hid that very well though, even if it wasn't on purpose. Evelin had made an effort to keep warm by layering, but it was just barely enough. Where was her sweater? It wasn't where she'd left it last.

Perhaps it was in the wash? If that was the case, that option was out the window. There wasn't much options left. Except...Eli's hoodie. Left conveniently draped over a chair in the kitchen. It was a somewhat rare and special kind of hoodie.

The outside was a blue polyester fabric, while the inside was lined with white fuzz. At one point it's make must've been common, but Eli's the only one she ever sees wearing it anymore.

It looked especially warm. Seeing no other option, she shrugged and proceeded to put it on, thinking not much of it. A hoodie was a hoodie after all, no matter who it belonged to, right? Of course, the warmth and scent left over by her partner was a nice bonus. Very welcomed in fact.

"I'm sure he won't mind if I borrow it briefly" she said to herself.

. . . Meanwhile . . .

Eli felt somewhat guilty, as he held her sweater in his hands. Was it weird...? Why did he even take it?! He had a hoodie of his own, so why did he take hers?!

Well, the answer was obvious, even to him. Her scent tickled his nose as he stared at the article in his hands. A black cotton sweater, simple, like the owner. But undeniably beautiful.

"N-No, I should give this back. This is...weird..." he said to himself, yet didn't budge from his spot.

Why was he hesitating? This wasn't his. Besides, it was only a matter of time until she came looking. She wouldn't be bothered, he knew that. That wasn't the issue. If she caught him with it, he'd be embarrassed beyond belief. How was he gonna explain this?!

Was he...hoping she'd catch him? Was he being a creep? Argh, his mind was racing.

But as he was panicking, his thought process was interrupted as a chill ran up his spine. It was chilly. And all he was wearing was a t-shirt. Hardly enough to keep warm. His attention was brought back to his hands...

Evelin's sweater...

Oh, of all times to have taken off his hoodie and leave it downstairs! Maybe he could tough it out, and go to retrieve it later once it's warmed up? But he was only getting colder as time passed.

"Guh...f-fine...just for awhile...then I'll put it back..." he groaned, cheeks flushed red, as he pulled it over his head, and her scent washed over him stronger than ever.

It was expected a little big and baggy on him, despite the two being of similar height. It was after all a woman's size, so he didn't exactly match the intended body type. Despite that, it was fairly warm. It felt as if Evelin herself was hugging his body, blessing him with her warmth and comforting scent.

It was a pleasant feeling.

"M-Maybe I'll just rest until the heating warms up. Then I'll put it back, and this never happened" he said, walking over to his bed and laying down.

. . . Back Downstairs . . .

Looking in the laundry yielded no results. Even as she had a temporary solution, it was inevitable she'd need her own sweater soon. If it wasn't where she left it last, and it wasn't in the wash...

'Maybe Eli has seen it' she thought to herself. It was the only other conclusion.

So she headed up the stairs and down the hall. Hearing no noise, she lightly knocked on the door.

. . .

No response. She'd knock slightly louder.

. . .

Still nothing.

With no other way, she quietly cracked the door open and-

" . . . Z Z Z . . . "

Laid on his bed fast asleep... Wearing what was unmistakably her sweater.

It all made sense now.

As she quietly stepped in, she noticed how blissful and pleasant he looked in his sleep. More so than she's ever seen him before. He hugged her sweater to his body, as if merely wearing it wasn't close enough. Or maybe he was dreaming, and her sweater made him dream that he was hugging her? Only he knew.

It was a welcomed surprise. She was glad he found it warm, and that he also found comfort in her smell.

She sighed quietly, and tiptoed out of the room. Taking one last glance of the blissful expression on her lover's face before closing the door.

She took a sleeve up to her nose and indulged a little in his scent as well. It was only fair after all. A just trade.

Words needed not be exchanged the next day, as both knew what really happened. How could they not? They both smelled like one another.

But neither complained.

Masterlist

[lost-jams]

Brushes And Beats chapter 07

pairing: JiminxReader

genre: fluff with a pinch of angst

trope: enemies to lovers

:That awkward moment when u don't know what to say:

Y/n's POV

present time,

I never thought I would find myself in this predicament. Well I met a fair share of personalities all through my 26 years as a human but non like Jimin. He can be the infuriating, mean, mischiveous HE IS UNDENIABLY THE MOST AGGRAVATING YET THE MOST captivating person I have ever encountered. His talent was unmatched, his charisma undeniable.

"Gosh Birdy, take a picture it lasts longer" I found myself jolted from my thoughts as Jimin's voice cut through the air, and I quickly averted my gaze, feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"Oh, believe me, Jimin, some sights are not worth capturing forever." trying hard to mask my embarrassment with a hint of sarcasm. However, as the laughter in his eyes faded, replaced with a teasing gleam I had grown accustomed to, I found my irritation slipping. His talent was undeniable, and despite his infuriating personality, his charisma was captivating in an aggravating sort of way.

"Oh, really?" he might say, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Yet, it seems your gaze always finds its way back to me. Why is that?" I rolled my eyes, attempting to brush off his comment. "Please, Jimin, don't flatter yourself. You may be the center of attention, but that doesn't mean I have any interest in you." Lie

I hated how my brain played dirty tricks pulling up embarrassing scenarios where my body reacted of its own accord, heat pooling at my belly at just mere glances from him. It was both frustrating and exhilarating; a strange dance of denial and acceptance that left me frazzled.

Despite his insufferable smirks, constant jibes, and relentless pranks, those golden moments of sincerity from him were enough to make me question everything. The frenzy I found myself wrapped up in was confusing, irking, and yet all-consuming. The constant tussle between professionalism and unaddressed desire... It was a restless symphony that left me out of tune.

These embers, though unacknowledged, were quietly igniting a blaze. I feared that if left unattended, this flame might consume me whole. For someone who had seen through my defenses, breaching boundaries I didn't know existed, Jimin was an anomaly I wasn't equipped to handle. Confronting this unnamed want was a daunting task, where fear and desire engaged in a relentless battle.

Despite my best efforts to steer clear of any sentiment beyond professional courtesy, the undeniable attraction towards Jimin was a constant nagging at the back of my mind. I often found my gaze lingering a moment too long on him - his hands conducting a symphony as he moved, or the way his lips curved when he smiled, a spark in his eyes that was quite catching. It was obvious, much to my chagrin, that this was more than a mere infatuation.

" Lie" He says "You are still looking" clearing my throat " I was just admiring my impeccable makeup skills" he laughed raising his hands up in mock surrender. Before I knew I was smiling too

"You are so...you" he smiled wryly, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

You are so, you

So You

So U

So Ugly

Ugly

I couldn't help but feel a pang of hurt at his words. Sometimes I wish I had amnesia because I would very much love to have a sector of my memories to go down the drain, more like a person

Min Yoongi,

A shiver ran down my spine as I remembered his icy words, "It's quite impossible not to cheat on you." The way he said it, so blunt and matter-of-fact, still haunted me. As if my worth was dependent on his fidelity and appealing to his whims, enough for him to choose loyalty over betrayal. As if I were some hindrance, a tough algebra problem that he just couldn't solve. His harsh words, tainted with a sour taste of reality, were just a vivid reminder of how he saw me - as someone he could cheat on because I was simply... me.

When he said, "Every time I'm near you, I feel repulsed. You are so ... you", it was like a punch to the gut. I remember my heart tearing itself to shreds, the impassive look in his eyes fueling my nightmares. Apparently, "you" was synonymous with something odious, something to be discarded, not cherished. His words, such an open display of revulsion, took a toll on my self-worth. I couldn't help but flinch at the thought of his disgust stripping me bare, his words echoing through the hollow cavern of my mind where my self-love should be.

His demeaning comments have become a ghost, lingering in the back of my mind and making appearances at the most inconvenient moments. Each time my reflections strayed towards Yoongi, the same question gnawed at me: Was I truly repellent, or was Yoongi merely fail-proof at hitting all the tender spots aptly? As much as I would love to believe otherwise, confronting the possibility that he might have been right was a terrifying thought, one that kept me up late into the night more times than I cared to admit. He made me feel ugly.

I flinched, feeling wamrth on my shoulder, Jimin reached out and gently placed his hand on my arm, looking straight into my eyes "Hey, are you okay?"

I frowned at the comment, "what?" I responded, confused by the sudden concern. Jimin's concerned gaze softened as he continued, "I noticed you wince just now. Are you alright?"

I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the residual pain from my memories of Yoongi. "I'm fine, Jimin. Just lost in my thoughts for a moment," I replied, forcing a smile.

"Thoughts of me?" Jimin asked playfully, a mischievous glint in his eyes. I chuckled at his attempt to lighten the mood. "Sorry, Jimin," I said with a smirk, "you're not the only one who occupies my thoughts."

"Well. then I must confess, I have some competition," Jimin said, raising an eyebrow in mock jealousy? "competiton?" I asked curiously as a smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. Jimin leaned in closer, a playful smile dancing on his lips. "The only one...whose thougts should get you lost in a trance...should be mine, Birdy"

"And why is that?" I asked, not entirely sure where this conversation was heading but intrigued nonetheless.

Jimin leaned even closer, his voice barely above a whisper now.

Close

SO CLOSE

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful your eyes are, Birdy?" Taken back by his unexpected compliment, I could feel my cheeks flush with a warm blush."That doesn't answer my question" I replied, trying to regain my composure despite feeling flustered by Jimin's charm.

"Well, it should, otherwise you must really be having a bird brain" Jimin grinned mischievously, clearly enjoying his own wit. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his pun. I could feel is finger lightly tracing circles on the back of my hand, sending shivers down my spine, he travels up my arm, his touch igniting a spark within me.continued to trace it slowly along my skin, electrifying every nerve in my body, soon he was at the base of my chin and gently lifting causing me to close my eyes, my heart pounding in my chest.

"heh" I heard a chuckle...A CHUCKLE HE IS PLAYING WITH ME I opened my eyes to find Jimin smirking, amusement twinkling in his eyes. "You really fell for that, didn't you?" he teased lightly.But before I could lunge at him and rip his head off, he quickly moved my face to right and planted a kiss.

"I'm glad you did"

"I..I..Jimin...you...I"

I stammered, lost for words. Jimin simply chuckled and pulled away, leaving me stunned and speechless. As I stood there, trying to comprehend what had just happened, a mix of emotions washed over me.

kiss

Jimin

cheek

JIMIN KISSED ME ON MY CHEEK

GOD...IT'S ME AGAIN.

to be continued...

chapter 06 || chapter 08

hehe...

[thechaseofspades]

❤️✨💕

❤️ What is your favorite line that you've written in a fic?

I'm not great at remembering individual lines from things unless they're super important. I can remember scenes but lines just escape me.

That being said, I skimmed through My Head is an Animal to refresh my brain and fell in love with this line all over again:

“You don’t just love me because I’m a Sabrewing. I’m a Sabrewing because you love me.”

And you know what it just hits so hard. This was at the point where Violet was coming to terms with being aromantic and worrying about not loving people enough and then Lena hits her with this. How did this come from my brain. I am not clever enough to write this.

✨ Out of the comments you've received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

Obligatory I love every single comment I ever get. I could never single out anybody in particular because y'all are so sweet and tumblr would not allow me to post 37 screenshots.

But, I'm gonna shout out one genre of comment I got over a year ago now. My first crack at writing fics was when Weblena Week came around in 2022 because hey why not. Originally the idea was seven loosely-related one-shots for seven days. Except one of the prompts became super fleshed out way more than the other ideas, and I ended up running with a seven-chapter idea on just one of the prompts instead. It became Lena's Groundhog Day.

I got like three or four of the seven planned chapters done by the time Weblena Week hit, and once I ran out of those I missed a day, and then two, and then the rest of the week, and then the month. And I was like "ah darn. well it was fun while it lasted."

I never really forgot about the story or tossed it aside or anything, but it just kinda trickled out like all of my other brief creative fixations. Autism moment. But then, I checked back on the site around a month or two later and...

(this is a nearly full-screen screenshot on my phone so hopefully it comes out at a reasonable size on the post if not then oh well)

Note the timestamps. People coming in and saying "hey, just letting you know, I liked this." Even though I hadn't posted in a long time and missed the intended window by weeks at that point. It felt really good, not only to come back to that after almost sorta dropping it altogether, but also it just really validated my efforts to even post my writing in the first place.

I'm the opposite of an outgoing, 'hey come look at this thing I did' kind of person. So to see that kind of support was amazing and I'll always be grateful for it. It's one of the reasons why I'm still doing the whole writing funny ducks thing, because of the fine folks on the other side of this computer screen. <3

💕 What is your favorite fic that you've written?

My Head is an Animal is the one that means the most to me personally for probably obvious reasons. But also, I consider Lena's Groundhog Day to be a big step for me in terms of just getting my writing out there for the first time in the history of ever. Plus all the stuff I said up top. So it really depends on your criteria. I'm very proud of both for different reasons.

Thanks for the ask!!

[33bowls]

Come to Earth and bring a camera, the sequel

Come to earth and bring a camera, the brochure said. In fine print on the last page, there was a suggestion: hand wash separately only.

Ok, after chilling out in the peace and quiet of the Moonpod for a while, a few events have transpired. If that sounds a bit far fetched, allow me to explain that for local planet and satellite hopping, an interstellar saucer is not needed. You would be surprised at how much is happening right under your noses. A lot.

Have you ever seen the Earthrise from Luna? Spectacular enough in itself, but when Solar storms occur, and the greenish flickering lights of the Aurora Borealis swirl around the globe a few days later…you have to be there, see the perspective. It's, well, it's…out of this world. Funny how the species misses the obvious beauty, fragility, and uniqueness of their home planet; and continues to make it uninhabitable by burning dead dinosaurs and simmering nuclear firecrackers for energy and being distracted by free energy hucksters while the Solar energy shining on them would make for sustainable paradise without trade-offs. Oh well.

Semi evolved simians, Princess Helium used to sneer. I think they are just young and distract-able. Sure hope they figure out and understand the dynamics of inter-connected-ness or at least basic network and feedback theories soon.

Speaking of the Princess, she decided that if she was going to be stuck there, she might as well do it in style, and put her other-worldly charms to use. Found a Sultan with a lot of gold from burning dead dinosaurs, and rumor has it, he likes sniffing Helium. If exotic-ness is proportional to the distance traveled from home, she is off the charts for this character. She reasoned that if one of the commodities traders does return to pick up the gold so conveniently gathered, she has a better chance of catching a lift if she is in close proximity to it. None of them have any idea what they are in for. That's a story that will write itself.

As to myself, I returned after the chill time on Luna, ended up hanging out at a physics lab, and worked up a few possible, even probable scenarios. Found out a future that may actually work out, with minor nudges to the species. See, the top down system based on leverage and bullshit, while precariously out of equilibrium, can be shifted with very little effort, if one happens to have access to some advanced toys, and knows where to apply the leverage.

Speaking of knowledge and advanced toys, I sneaked into the dry cleaners after hours. With polarizing sunglasses, and a monochromatic polarized light source of just the right wavelength, the invisibility cloak can show up as a very slight shimmer, and, bingo as the species commonly exclaims, I found it, crumpled in a corner. And, eureka, as the species also sometimes exclaims, the keys to the saucer were still snugly in the pocket. I will leave it up to a rent-a-cop to figure out how security footage shows someone entering after hours, but nobody leaving. Snicker snicker.

I decided to not disturb Princess Helium and her Sultan, as they deserved each other in a way, and the stories that would write themselves are going to be quite entertaining.

But as I was preparing to leave, scouting supplies for the journey, fate intervened, and the cosmic card dealer dealt a new card: I met a most wonderful fellow alien traveler with sparkly Starlight in her eyes. A depth of understanding seldom seen in this edge of the Galaxy. Really down to Earth but also totally Cosmic. Her beauty ran deep as the rivers of her soul. She made mirrors gasp in amazement at her stunning natural grace and movement. She laughed at the shadows, smiled at the nuance of similes, reveled in the textures, danced in the light, shaved her legs with Occam's Razor, and did a slow Möbius Strip. She could see right through me, even without the invisibility cloak. We started out rather innocuously, and eventually ended up in a room with a view, the Moonpod, at which point in the story, the curtains close, leaving visible only imagination and a metaphor.

Let's just say that I'm not sniffing Helium anytime in the future, and I'm not in much of a hurry to leave the planet.

[sidecast-text]

it is 8pm. my gangly, freshly in highschool, fifteen-year-old brother knocks on my door. what is it, i say?

do you have a cross?

like-- like a christian one?

... maybe...

now. we are pretty good buddies. i want to aid him in whatever this strange mission might be. well, what do you need it for, i ask?

... i want to dress as jesus for halloween...

and you might be thinking about right now that jesus isn't a very scary costume idea. it's not. here's the deal:

i live in eastern europe where halloween isn't really a huge shebang.

but my brother and i go to an english-heavy school that makes an effort to let kids have fun on the last day before autumn break.

our halloween is on the 27th of October

effectively, it's halloween without the scares or the candy, and teachers get to give lessons while staring down snow-white, patrick bateman, and jesus (appearently).

we laugh at the idea of jesus in the classroom. and i say to him: you... do know that jesus didn't walk around with a hand-held crucifix, right? for obvious reasons?

i guess... man, they would never recognise me without it though...

we sit in silence and contemplate the loss of plan-jesus-christ. we do that for about two seconds, while i come up with a slightly morbid idea to save the day.

we don't need a hand-held cross. we need a bigger one.

one big enough to carry on his back.

we immediately run to our mother with this hilarious idea, who proceeds to tell us that christ means a lot to certain people and that dressing as him at all would be insensitive and rude. my brother and i insist that the humor of the costume would be the "punching up" kind, and that there is nothing else more perfect for him to be, since he looks like if sleazy j crawled out of a renaissance painting and got a clean shave.

whatever, our mother says, it's your school. do whatever you want, i don't care.

now, i'm sure most of you know that no word in that sentence is loyal to its dictionary meaning. basically, my mother just told my brother:

if you do that i will not call you my son again <3

so it seems that plan-jesus-christ is a no-go, afterall.

I propose that he could be moses--who was at least as cool as christ, except he didn't die--i mean he did, but at the respectable age of 120, and in a way that didn't upset so many people for so long.

however, my brother is INSISTENT on wearing a white sheet. our father and I take turns brainstorming, and one after the other he vetoes:

classic ghost costume

rákóczi ferenc

obi van kenobi

anakin

and many more

it all seems lost. he is debating not even going in on the day of halloween-lite. this grade of high-schoolers are a hair's width away from never witnessing the comedical genius of my brother. that is until he says:

do we have a white cloth with red stripes on it?

...why? we ask.

oh, i'll just dress up as An Arab.

now.

i'm sure the exact same line of thought ran through my head, my mother's head, and my father's head. it went so.

we are all white.

oh my god, there has never been a geopolitically worse time to dress as "an arab".

how do we explain this to him.

should we explain it to him? in depth?

he is fifteen. his brain development is being stunted by his gang of likewise fifteen year old boys who share a single braincell the moment they get in a discord call.

peer review is the only kind of research that matters to him, because he is suffering from the notorious curse of being fifteen.

if he experiences heavy pushback on this, there is nothing that can stop him from dressing up as his idea of "an arab", going to school in that, and probably making awful jokes.

ALL WHILE SHARING A NAME WITH US

no, um, i don't think that would be good, all three of us say.

okay, i guess...

suddenly, our mother is a lot more accepting towards the idea of her youngest son dressing as the big j man, son of god, now that she knows the fight is between him, and the idea of "an arab" conjured in a fifteen year old's mind. in fact, she is suddenly rather supportive of plan-jesus-christ, something she has never been in her fifty years of life.

my brother wraps a white sheet around himself, ties a sash with a red scarf, grabs a loaf of bread and a wine glass, and suddenly JC is standing in my doorway.

to sum it up, tonight is the story of how, through many tribulations,

somehow,

miraculously,

almost unbelievably so,

a mildly problematic and inaccurate costume of oily josh is the shield that protects the family name from the shitstorm that would be my brother roaming the school halls dressed in sandals, a white sheet, and a red-striped kitchen-rug over his head.

such a funny thing just happened but plain text isnt worthy of conveying it. i need to Format this

[gracesimp]

Lost Spirit

tenth doctor x fem!reader

SUMMARY: y/n is a lost spirit - quite literally. She passed away on Earth but somehow found herself inside a blue box floating around in outer space. Can the Doctor save her?

warning: mention of death

Y/n awoke with a loud and deep intake of breath, her body shooting upwards. She brought a frail hand to her head, attempting to rub away the agonising pain, which seemed to help as gradually the pain dulled from unbearable to mild.

Her mind was foggy. All memories had faded away. With furrowed brows, she took a look around and absorbed the unfamiliar surroundings of dimmed lights. Where on Earth was she?

Gingerly, she bent her knees coming to a stand, then cautiously placed a foot forwards. Her balance was wobbly and she almost tripped over her two feet, right hand immediately gripping onto the nearest surface to stabilise herself. She mumbled critical curses under her breath, risking to remove her hand from the weird circular table with buttons and leavers embedded in it.

"Who the hell are you?"

Y/n gasped, noticeably jumping out of her skin and spun around, only to be greeted by a tall man in a suit.

Hot rage began to course through her veins like lava and she straightened her shoulders in an effort to seem more intimidating - which ultimately didn't work since she couldn't conceal the pure terror painted abundantly on her face.

"Who am I?" She scoffed, walking towards the man. "Who are you?" Y/n demanded, poking her index finger on his chest. He raised an eyebrow, neither moving from the finger jab nor bothering to answer. "What do you want with me?"

"What makes you think that I want anything to do with you?" Man with no name huffed.

"Well, why else would you kidnap me?" Y/n's arms flailed in the air and the stranger began to sputter.

"What?! Kidnap you? I haven't kidnapped you! You - you've hijacked my ship or something!" He accused.

Y/n's mouth flew open. The audacity of this strange, albeit handsome, man. "I have not!" She defended. In return he just rolled his eyes, turning away and focusing on some monitor.

"Yeah, sure. Look, whatever petty invasion you planned obviously went wrong," Y/n reduced his voice to background noise and looked around the room, seeking sanctuary. In front of her, she spotted a door and went running, ignoring the yells of protest from the man and flinging the doors open wide for her salvation, only to instead be met by darkness.

A hand on her waist prevented her from falling out. The man must have been fast on his feet in order to get to her so quickly. He allowed her to regain her balance before taking his hand away.

Stars shone bright and ahead she could see a planet. Not Earth. Not Mars. Not any planet she had ever learned about before. Breathing fast, her head reluctantly turned to the man beside her. She gulped, unsure of whether or not to ask the obvious. "Where am I?"

The man studied her for a few seconds. Clothes from 21st century Earth, no obvious alien technology apparent. She was. She truly was human. Baffled, he spoke "You're in space." He watched as she gasped, eyes once again fixated on the stars. "in my spaceship" He continued. "...And time machine." Y/n nodded slowly, trying to accept this as fact, with her eyes still, very literally, starstruck.

"And you are?"

"I'm the Doctor...An Alien." This, for obvious reasons, caught her attention and she looked at him sharply.

"Are you winding me up?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow. He chuckled and shook his head. Her eyes ran down his body, lingering briefly, before meeting his eyes again. "You look human." She concluded.

"Nah, we came first. You look timelord." She muttered a soft 'oh' then went back to looking outside. It was just so beautiful she couldn't keep her eyes off it. Almost like the stars were calling her name, tempting her in. "Who are you?"

"I'm.." Her mouth closed prematurely, eyes narrowing in confusion. She tried again. "I'm.." Very obviously alarmed, she began to stumble backwards. The doctor, picking up on her panicked state, slammed the doors closed and held onto her arm, guiding her to the pilot seat.

"Hey, hey," he hushed. "It's okay, calm down."

"I don't know who I am. Why don't I know who I am?" She cried.

The Doctor just shook his head, offering soft words of comfort. "I'm not sure why but I promise you that we'll find out." He turned his back, hopping over to the over side of the console as the woman slowed her breathing. "Can you come and stand here for me, please?" He asked gently. She barely visibly bobbed her head, making an attempt to slide down from the seat he had placed her in.

He held out his hand, which she gratefully took ahold of, and lead her to a screen that was producing a strange light. "This can scan you. It will tell me the basics : your name, age, family, things like that.." He explained then asked for her consent to be scanned, which she saved her words for and replied with her signature head nod.

A bright green light chased down her face, causing her to squint, then followed down the rest of her body. It stayed still for a moment, almost like it was calculating, then disappeared. Almost immediately after, the blank screen switched on, presenting an honestly not-so-flattering picture of her with basic information to the left.

"Y/n Y/l/n," The Doctor muttered, dragging his fingers down the corner of his mouth. Y/n jumped up, like her name had instantaneously triggered her memory.

"Yes!" She clapped her hands together, smiling wide. "That's me! I'm Y/n!" The doctor faced her, returning the toothy grin and placed his hand out for her to shake.

"Very nice to meet you, Y/n Y/l/n." to which she gleefully reciprocated.

Silence between the two returned as he placed his attention back to the monitor, reading under his breath. Y/n took the time to watch him. She looked as his tongue found itself slightly slipping out of the corner of his mouth; she highly doubted that this was an uncommon occurrence. She could picture him having this exact face many a time when he had been enveloped deeply in concentration.

She observed patiently when his fingers tousseled his gelled hair, causing many pieces to stick in awkward directions. Yet somehow it still looked good.

The sound of footsteps made y/n look up and she hid behind the man. It was weird. Two minutes ago she was convinced he had captured and imprisoned her, now he was her only source of safety. A strange bond of unspoken trust had mutually formed between them.

"Oh, it's okay, it's just Donna." He said, squeezing her shoulder. Y/n peeked her head from behind him, seeing a redhead woman enter the room. "She's my friend. She travels with me." He further clarified. Upon hearing these words, she decided it was safe to go back to her previous spot beside him.

Donna squinted her eyes. Clearly confused, she folded her arms across her chest. "Who are you talking to?"

"Oh, sorry. Donna, this is Y/n." The Doctor spoke, veiny hands gesturing to the woman next to him. Y/n gave a soft smile and waved a hand of her own. "We've got a bit of an issue that we're trying to fix. She just randomly popped up in the TARDIS, like how you did! Except she's got no memory - "

"No, sorry. Are you messing with me or have you actually finally lost it?" Donna scoffed, moving so that she was now face to face with the Doctor, looking like she was examining him.

"What you on about?"

Concern began to flood Donna's eyes and she placed the back of her hand onto his forehead. "Doctor, are you feeling alright?"

Smacking her hand away, he pulled back and stepped a few feet back. "Am I feeling alright?" He repeated, bewildered. "Why are you acting strange? Well, stranger than usual. C'mon, are you gonna help me and Y/n, or what?"

Pulling her lips together, Donna searched the room. She sighed. "Doctor...There's nobody there."

The Doctor looked next to him, Y/n already watching him in confusion. Could Donna genuinely not see her?

"Yes there is..."

"No," the redhead shook her head. "There isn't."

With wide eyes, he turned back to Y/n. "Y/n, say something - anything."

Panicked, she looked around the room. "Uh...I don't know... oh! Weird monitor scanny thingy!"

Smirking in amusement, he laughed. "Really?"

"Well I don't know! You put me on the spot!"Y/n deflated.

They both turned their attention back to Donna, who honestly was getting more perplexed. "Did you hear that?" He asked.

Shrugging, she replied. "Hear what?"

"Okay, now I'm getting worried." The Doctor countered, reaching into his pocket and dragging out his trusty sonic screwdriver.

Flinching a little when it began to make a noise and produce a blue light, Y/n scurried backwards. "What is that thing?"

"No, it's okay. It's just a screwdriver. It will help me get more indepth answers about this whole situation."

"Okay." Y/n said, not sounding completely convinced but fearing there were no other ways to solve this. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt like she believed it was going to. It just tickled a little which made her laugh.

Finally getting a reading, the Doctor stopped scanning her and read his device. Y/n saw as a deep frown began to morph on his lips. "Cosmic energy, life readings zero, spiritual...energy." He read aloud to the group, his voice growing quieter towards the end of his sentence.

"Spiritual energy?" Donna chined. "Does that mean-"

Holding out his hand to silence her, a regretful doctor turned on his heel to face Y/n.

"Doctor?" She asked. He was still looking down, sorrowfully returning the screwdriver to his blazer pocket. "Okay," Y/n gulped. "I'm assuming whatever you read isn't good." She muttered.

"Y/n," he began, shifting so he was now looking into her eyes. "Oh, Y/n, I'm sorry. Really, I'm so sorry." He whispered. "But you're dead."

She gasped. Breathing in air, which she didn't even need. "No," she deinied, shaking her head profusely. She tumbled backwards and almost slipped, but the Doctor was quick to secure her. "You're wrong." She ripped his arm away from her waist and looked around the room, vision fastly becoming hazy.

Then she saw it. The big console room had been replaced with her landing. She was at the bottom of the stairs at her own home. She was reliving the moment she died.

She heard footsteps in her bedroom and everything came back to her. Looking onwards, she could see herself at the top of the stairs. She was humming a song softly as she shoved her hand into her pyjama bottoms. It was dark, past midnight, and the light where she was wasn't working. She dug around in her pocket before retrieving her phone.

Now Y/n remembered. She was trying to get her phone, ironically, to turn on the torch. She didn't succeed. Her phone slipped from her palm and her ankle buckled when her body made an attempt to catch it.

Past Y/n and ghost Y/n screamed together. All Ghost Y/n had the ability of doing was watching as she hurtled down the stairs, hitting her head harshly on the floor.

Then, everything began to fade away. She was again inside the tardis. She was sobbing now, her hand rubbing the sore spot on her head. "I remember." She broke down. "I remember."

The Doctor held her in his arms, cooing her and stroking her hair. He needed her to calm down. He couldn't imagine how strange this looked to Donna- who wasn't able to see Y/n - but he didn't care.

Eventually, after the doctor had subtly beckoned his companion to place herself elsewhere, Y/n calmed down. She moved her head from where it had been resting on his chest and sank to the ground. The doctor followed so that they were both sitting comfortably, criss-cross, on the ship's floor.

He didn't want to speak. She needed to process this. So, he allowed the quietness to fill the hole around them despite his thoughts overlapping, theories and solutions piling up in his head.

Sniffling, Y/n looked up. "Is this why Donna couldn't see me?" She asked, the Doctor answering with a head nod. "So how can you? If I'm... a ghost..." another pregnant pause. The words felt foreign on her tongue. They tasted bitter. She physically had to force it out of her mouth, like she was spitting out lemon juice. "Shouldn't I be invisible to everyone?"

"No," He shook his head. "I think I've figured it out." He grinned. Y/n raised a questioning brow. "I think that I can save you, Y/n."

"What?"

"Yes!" He yelled in glee, like he had found the answer he was searching for. "If I can see you, that means you're visible to alien life. Because you, yourself, are now on our spectrum!" He concluded in a series of fast talking.

"If I'm right, and God I hope I'm right, you're not fully dead. Meaning, there's enough of you left, meaning.." He trailed off, beginning to mutter under his breath again.

"Meaning what, Doctor?" The spirit urged.

"I've heard of it before. Everyone's heard of it. Where does a ghost go? Not here." He rambled quickly. "So why are you here? Here, in the tardis of all places. Youre resonating back to me. Why? Because I can do it."

He snapped his head to look at her, smug smile slowly forming. "I can wish you back into existence, Y/n."

"Really?" She asked hopefully. "I mean, like, is that even possible?"

"Oh, just you watch me!"

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Months passed by and Y/n was still with the Doctor. True to his word, he was doing everything in his power to help her.

And, most surprisingly, it was working! Donna could now see Y/n. So far only the Doctor, other aliens with dual heartbeats and Donna, but it was an improvement. One that she would be forever thankful for.

As it turns out, there were actually multiple pros to being invisible to other species. The Doctor always took Y/n on every adventure. He showed her different cultures and lives. And in return, Y/n would use her invisibility to save them when he inevitably got himself and Donna into trouble.

Since Donna could now see and hear her, the two girls had connected. They were best friends. Donna acting like her older sister. One who would offer Y/n advice, comfort her when she was down. Oh, and often tease her about the undeniable tension between the ghost and timelord.

It was fact to everyone on board that the Doctor had cheered up immensely these last few months. And it wasn't exactly hidden as to why.

He was completely infatued with Y/n.

Donna was the first one to mention it, obviously fed up with travelling with two lovesick idiots, both too scared to act on their fantasies. She pulled a smiling Doctor into the kitchen as Y/n retreated into her room for the night.

"When are you going to tell her?" Subtlety was never her strong suit, but abrupt seemed to be the only way to actually get through to the doctor, so her lack of grace didn't necessarily feel like a bad trait at this very moment.

His smile dimmed and he looked down at his shoes, exhaling through his nose, pinching the bridge. "You know that I can't." His words were so quiet that they were barely audible.

"But why not? You're both clearly head over heels for each other -"

"Look at me, Donna!" He whisper yelled, not wanting a certain someone to hear this conversation. "Look what happens every time I get close to someone. Look at what happened to Rose."

Now he was beginning to tear up. Rose had been trapped in a parallel world for years, yet the mention still felt like pouring salt into a fresh wound. Donna rubbed a hand on his arm in sympathy.He shifted uncomfortably and shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Besides, Y/n is a ghost."

"And you're an alien with two hearts," His best friend retorted. "What's your point?"

"That it's too risky."

"What? It's too risky to be happy?" She objected. "Doctor Y/n is becoming more alive every day - you said so yourself!"

"That doesn't mean things can't take a turn for the worst-"

"And what if they don't? Will you really deprive yourself of being in love, of being actually, genuinely happy because you're too scared? I never had you down as a coward, Doctor."

"You don't understand." He muttered, shaking his head.

"What don't I understand?"

"Donna, I have never felt this way about anyone before. Not even Rose. So yeah, maybe I am more than a little bit scared. I'm petrified. And not because I love Y/n.. But because I know that at some point, something bad is going to happen. Everyone that I love gets ripped away from me somehow. And I'm not going to let that happen to Y/n."

Shaking her head, she began to exit the room. Though she halted at the door, back still facing the brunette. "And if something bad does happen, you'll kick yourself that you never said those words to her. It will haunt you with every passing day, Doctor. So...please, for all our sake's...just do the right thing." With that, her footsteps echoed through the hallway and her shadow disappeared.

The Doctor allowed her words to sink in. Maybe they held some truth. He had only felt a quarter of the love he felt for Y/n, for Rose, yet his inability to complete his declaration stuck with him and ate at him.

And his mind kept pondering on that thought for the next couple of weeks. He and Y/n had been getting closer so that there was no denying it anymore.

He was going to tell her.

Donna cheered and provided encouragement; he didn't ask for it and tried to act nonchalant, though when his companion's back had turned, he'd allow a smile to settle on his lips, projecting his true gratitude for his supportive best friend.

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Y/n laughed fondly at his joke, sipping on her wine, arm occasionally brushing against the timelord's.

The two were sat together, on a planet famous for its natural beauty and theme of romance, eating a picnic and watching the stars.

The Doctor offered her a grape, to which Y/n accepted. He plopped it into her mouth, his brown eyes drifting to her lips. He let his thumb drag her bottom lip down, briefly revealing her lower teeth. Y/n struggled to fight the heat building in her cheeks as he held it there for a few seconds before releasing it, observing as her lip bounced back up to its regular position.

Y/n stayed still for a moment, mind still processing what had just happened. She cleared her throat and turned her head so that her hair was covering her cheeks, and took another drink from her glass, this gulp being less elegant than her prior sips.

"Y/n," He began, shifting on his side so his body was facing her, being supported by his arm. "We need to talk."

She followed his example and moved so that they were close to each other. "Isn't that what we've been doing all evening?" She giggled, but stopped upon viewing his face. He looked nervous. She had never seen him hold an expression like this before. Honestly, she may have even been naive enough to assume, because he was an alien, he didn't experience anxiety the same as humans. Evidently, though, he does.

"No," He shook his head, swallowing. "I wanted to.. talk to you about something that's been eating at me for a while."

She nodded her head, giving him her full attention. "Okay." She responded, agog.

"Okay, uh.. Where do I start?" Sweat was beginning to form on the top of his brow and slowly Y/n was growing more concerned. "Uh, Okay, alright. I'll just come out and say it." The Doctor was a stuttering mess. Internally, he was yelling gallifreyan swears at himself. This was not how he had been imagining this to go.

He had even written and practiced a speech beforehand. Clearly he forgot every word he had revised.

"Uhm, Okay. Just gonna say it-"

"Doctor?"

"Yea-oo-" Y/n pressed her lips onto his, their mouths moving together. She trailed an arm up the back of his neck, diving into his hair. She gave a small tug, just to test the waters, and smiled into his lips when he let out a low groan.

Y/n pulled away first, keeping their faces only inches apart. She smiled widely at the blush that had imposed on his cheeks. "Was that okay?" She asked, sincere.

The Doctor stuttered for a few seconds, making random noises, unable to produce a real word. He bobbed his head up and down rapidly, squeaking out a "Y-yeah."

"Good." Y/n whispered, brushing her thumb on his jaw, touch so delicate, acting like he was the most rawest and beautiful painting she had ever seen, too scared to feel too hard and smudge.

"That's pretty much what I was going to say anyway." He shrugged, placing his fingers under her chin, gripping softly and pulling her in for another kiss.

"I love you, Y/n Y/l/n."

"I love you, Doctor. Forever and always." She mumbled, stroking the back of his neck, smiling to herself as goosebumps arose.

Her smile, though, dulled and her hand paused midstroke. Her eyes drifted from the Doctor, who was talking away, to behind him.

"Oh." Y/n gasped, the exhale releasing a mixture of relief and regret. "Quite right, too."

"Y/n?" The Doctor panicked. "Y/n, you're turning transparent!"

His attempts to get her attention were useless, her eyes still remained glued behind him. He turned his head, curious as to what she was looking at.

And there stood a lone door.

A door that hadn't been there a minute ago. One that was standing with no wall for guidance.

"No." The Doctor mumbled, tears filling in his eyes. "Don't."

His true love looked back to him, her own hot tears dripping down her flamed cheeks. She desperately took ahold of both his hands, gripping them tightly and holding them to her chest. "I have to." She explained.

"I thought I was saving you!" The Doctor sobbed, unable to look at the woman he loved fade away.

"You did." She comforted quickly. "You have saved me. You gave me all these extra months." She cried back, moving so that she was on her knees, forcing his eyes to meet hers. "And you gave me the greatest gift of all."

He cried loudly, shoving his head into her shoulder, breathing in her scent for the last time.

"You gave me love."

"Don't go." He pleaded, squeezing her hands in the grip she maintained on his.

"Don't ask me to do that because if you ask then I won't." She whispered.

And they both know, in the end, she'd have to leave.

It was either walk through the door and leave this plane of life, or stay in this world and fade away until she ceased to exist at all.

More tears dropped from his eyes. "I love you."

"And I love you." She repeated, bringing up their joined hands and kissing his, before softly letting them go and standing up. "My doctor."

If she looked back, she would stay. So, she didn't. Her legs moved, slow but eager. She placed a hand on the white door, the Doctor watching heartbroken, but weirdly happy.

He wanted her to stay with him forever. He wanted an eternity with her. But this was the best outcome. He was a fool for promising her life again. He was more foolish in believing himself when he said he could bring her back.

"Goodbye, my Doctor." Y/n sniffed, opening the door. A bright light invaded the area they were in, causing the doctor to squint and move his arm over his eyes.

By the time the light had gone, so was Y/n.

His ghost had departed. Now she could be in peace.

The Doctor rocked on the blanket, crying to himself for a while.

Then, he slowly walked over to the door. It was beginning to fade, just like Y/n. He placed his palm where she had placed hers. "Until we meet again." He spoke, voice thick.

The door eventually turned into nothingness, and the Doctor took a step back. He sniffed, wiping away his tears. He ignored the blanket and food, lifting his shoulders and walking back to the tardis, this time alone.

hii, hope you enjoyed. I might not be posting much cos obviously it's the holidays! But I've been working on this piece for weeks but I kinda lost the motivation lmao. ahh I hope you liked it, anyway!