#THE FINALS ARE OVER AND I AM FREEE

[idiotdriftinginspace]

hey @obbystars

here, you go I just couldn't help myself :)

and bee and elita as a litle bonus 'cuz why not ;)

did anyone draw D-16 and Orion in this yet

[mysicklove]

I AM DONE FOR THE WEEK

[giamee]

CHAPTER XI! i know what you did

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you weren't sure when you woke up, or when you even fell asleep for that matter, but the rustling of your sheets and something moving against you is what ultimately roused you.

you opened your eyes to see a messy-haired cyno sitting up slowly in the still-dark room, trying his best not to disturb you but ultimately failing at that. you were now lying on the mattress rather than him, and he shot you a soft smile when he noticed your open eyes looking up at him.

"i'm gonna go back to my bed, 'kay?" he whispered it softly, a secret to keep only between the two of you. you nodded sleepily, raising a hand to smooth over his bedhead before you realised what you were doing. cyno tensed before relaxing into your touch, his features soft as he let you keep fixing his hair until you finally put your arm back at your side, satisfied with your work.

"it'll get messy again, you know." you did know. you couldn't count the amount of times you'd awoken to witness the absolute bird's nest of cyno's hair in the morning. he always had moved around in his sleep, after all.

you shrugged.

"i'll fix it again." it's a sweet moment, the way he's looking down at you so adoringly, almost enough to trick you into feeling like everything was as fine as they were months before the two of you broke up. almost.

he paused for a second before getting up, hovering over you and dropping the softest of kisses to your temple, before leaving the warm indent in the mattress and the rumpled sheets as any sign that he had been there at all. for all you know, the kiss could have been a dream as well.

your eyelids felt heavy again. you'll think about it tomorrow.

the rest of you sleep was significantly less restful, and when you did wake up there were messages to greet you.

✦ ⠂⠂୨୧ trivia :: you almost exposed yourself when layla initially sent that text message as you didn't know if she was referring to cyno or alhaitham

✦ ⠂⠂୨୧ gia's notes :: erm not so fun fact i ran into the ex this series was inspired off of the other day and i am PROUD to report that i felt absolutely nothing except a little bit of awkwardness cos he was w his new girlfriend 🥳 the chains have been lifted i am freee

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[i-give-u--art]

*SIGHHHH*

i was supost to post this during thanks giving as a gift to @theosphobia but i just never got around to posting it- 😬

anyway 🏃‍➡️

get ready for the most cringe worthy tooth rotting fluff you’ve ever seen, because I finally let one of my fave characters be happy. (They are usually ether dead or in extreme pain 🤣)

I’m posting the first part here, the full thing (including the rooftop make out session) will be uploaded to ao3 later today 😚

I’m stupid Wrif one shot and your watching Disney channel

Washington sat on the roof, his legs dangling over the side.

The setting sun painted the sky with vibrant shades of orange, casting a warm glow over the gulch.

He sighed.

Recently that color had started to mean more to him than he was willing to admit.

He was a freelancer, a fighter and a damned good soldier, yet he could barely get the strength to talk to the guy.

“Damned Grif” he thought, his mind involuntarily drifting to the man with that infuriatingly charming, chubby face, flawless hair, and those stupid, deep dark chocolate eyes that seemed to peer right through his façade.

Washington was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of footsteps approaching on the roof. He turned to see Grif walking over holding two cans of beer.

“Hey Wash, thought I'd find you here, mind if I sit?”

Washington nodded a little too quickly “y-yea sure” he said his voice flat.

Grif huffed as he sat down next to Wash, their legs almost touching as Grif offered him a beer.

Wash accepted it trying to ignore the way his stomach did a flip when their hands touched.

“So…..” Grif starts scratching the back of his neck “you got any plans- you know for when this is all over?”

Washington sighed again trying to compose himself as he looked out at the horizon.

“You know, before I met you guys…I never really planned for a life outside the military.”

Grif chuckled lightly looking down at the beer can in his hands. “Don't worry, with your looks, you could easily find some chick to settle down with.”

“I don't want some chick,” Washington thought to himself “I just want you.”

. . .

“Wut-” Grif stuttered, his eyes widened in surprise, a flush creeping up his cheeks.

Shit he had said that out loud hadn't he.

The realization of what he had just confessed hit him like a ton of bricks.

Washington's face flushed a deep crimson, and he quickly looked away.

He opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out.

They both sat there, the two men flustered and awkward like school boys.

“Wash-”

"Sorry Grif, I- just-"

He stood up abruptly, turning to leave, but Grif was faster.

The man reached out and grabbed Washington's hand, stopping him in his tracks. Their fingers intertwined instinctively, and Washington felt a jolt of electricity course through him. "Don't go," Grif said softly, his grip firm but gentle. Washington looked back, his heart pounding in his chest.

Washington swallowed hard, his throat dry. "I just… I didn't want to make things weird between us and-“

Grif chuckled, a warm sound that eased some of Washington's tension.

"Weird? Wash, life's been nothing but weird. This," he lifted their joined hands slightly, "this is probably the most normal thing in this entire gulch."

Washington took a shaky breath, his mind racing.

Grif- Grif liked him back?

Gathering his courage, he stepped closer, his free hand gently cupping Grif's cheek, and before he could second-guess himself, he leaned in, pressing his lips against Grif's. Grif responded immediately, his free hand coming up to tangle in Washington's hair, pulling him closer. When they finally pulled apart, both men were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other.

"I…" Washington began, his voice trembling. "I can't believe I just did that."

Grif grinned, his eyes looked beautiful in the orange of the sky. "Well, I'm glad you did."

Washington's face was still flushed,as he looked at Grifs blushing cheeks, he leaned back in.

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I MAY BE CRINGE BUT I AM FREEE

anyway you’ll be able to find the full fic on Ao3 it’s going to be called “sweet Orange” (so original Ik 🤓)

[mccnstruck]

finals are over i am FREEE

[hyunsvngs]

IM FREEEE I AM FINALLY FREEE!!! EXAMS ARE FAWKIN OVER AND BREAK IS DONE!! I’VE MISSED U SM BUT MY BRAIN HAS BEEN EMPTY AND FILLED WITH SHIT LIKE THE MITOCHONDRIA 😭

this has been the most UN-SEXY TIME OF MY LIFE BUT I DO HAVE A SMALL THOUGHT ABT OT8 (and just chan cause hes my daddy)

so I saw this hot ass construction worker a few weeks ago and all I can think of is OT8 skz covered in dirt grime sweat… and shirtless HSNDKANKSHNNNGGG

(and I also imagine fucking chan in those crane machines and riding his hot sweaty body 🫦)

—cunty anon🩷

WHAT GHE FRINK CUNTY ANON I MISSED U??????????? I THOUGHT U FORGOT ABOUT ME

[itsfunny-causeitstrue]

Season 2 Episode 3: Promise

Episode Reviews: 1 | 2

This episode was PEAK Hurt/Comfort and I ate up every second of it!! Exams and coursework are finally over and the boys are freee. Taoelle is FINALLY moving forward and so are Darcy and Tara! Isaac's got a cute new friend named James 👀

Everyone gets together for an end of exams bonfire which is kind of giving a mix of Coachella (everyone's make up and outfits) and Burning Man but for teenagers.

Spoilers Below:

- I am living for the study montages between Nick doing Maths and Charlie doing History, then there's Tao researching how to woo your bestie 😂😂 It's hilarious

- YESS to Issac and Charlie helping Tao come up with the perfect first date. They're so adorable!! Yeah, the book date is Issac's dream date but come on that is so cute please

- I LOVE when the comic panels are adapted directly onto screen. I got my chaotic rugby lads trio panel come to life. I wish it wasn't cut short though because this whole scene is hilarious:

[OG Comic Panel Found Here]

- The scene with Mrs Singh and Nick!! I loved that her picture with her wife looks exactly the same as the comics! Though this is where I noticed the series is starting to take a turn from the original comics.

- I don't mind them, they are interesting and new changes that give the comic readers something fresh to look forward to. It's been interesting to see

- Isaac and James are so so adorable already. Poor James though he's crushing hard on Isaac and doesn't know what's coming. He is so cute in puppy love though. He's so nice to the rest of the friend group too! Points for James ❤

- Tao's makeover HAD ME SHOOK!! Like I said; he looks like TONY LEUNG!! 10/10 was super intentional making him look that way. The flowere were such a nice touch and so lovely. Everyone's reaction to him asking her out was so wholesome. You guys should pause and look at each one of their faces it's h i l a r i o u s!

- The date was so awkward please. The way they were more like a couple as friends than they are nowww

TAKE ME BACK!!

- I found the climax for both plots in the episode done really well. The drama came heightened and hit me in all the feels

- Taoelle expressing themselves respectively to their friends was so sad to see. Especislly Tao feeling like he was too much - which I relate to so so much. Elle saying she liked him just fine. They're both so valid and real for that.

- Having the biphobic notions manifesting into fears for Nick and giving him anxiety was so well done. It's such a big part of most people in or outside the queer community placing upon bi/pan people and it really sucks. I appreciated how much of an accurate representation it was though.

Loved that Charlie was able to comfort him after!

Good episode as always and can't wait for the drama with the side characters, like Darcy and Tara, Taoelle and Isaac too.

Next Up Episode 4 and Paris here we comeee!

[the-firebird69]

Prison Break Fight | Ghost Rider (2007) | Now Action

imagine me spenidng my time doing this when johnny blaze rigged the ships aka trump and where is that lol you homo

Zues Hera

and ok ok i fail.  shit.  i driileldd and drilled and thought i was close.  a thoutrump

sand miles.  and ok nee dmore but cant.  and ok what is it.  to break it up for them.  well mb them lol and ok ok this blwos. we do it stop them and we cant see.  and blind sutuff this stinks

trump

we see it this blows your an ass trump. ours are not that deep we see you drilling.  some might be very deep ours you see at 500 and you did place charges your an ass. this blows you suck you shithead.  trum you suck and we ate you.  fn faggot

macs

finally i hear it and it is true i f u but i try

trump

dont want it no. dont want you trying.  no. you failure  out is what we want

macs

no have to try

and he ismocking me laughing. this blows yours are deep too and this sucks.trump freee you both and my gift and he says it. wont be there for long.  and then down and we will have them and good need tem and i suck at it space fights.

and lucky strike and good we try but ok your shit them nd solidly.  seen it too

we fal like paper to the overlords they aint so swift so yousee

trump

we dont like it shut up loser

Olympus

and piss off go away hahaahah lol human shield over shortly.  tommy f engages the psuedo emppire and after your drained.

Zues Hera

i wont stand for this and stuff. shit i am out and all. ducking and stuff. this blows i am talking and it is hatred from all i hear so they all hate eme so

trump

good so you see dont do it to me  you faggot shithead queer boy

Zues Hera or me you dlouse low life slime your an embarrassment to yours and true they say it all day long

we do this hate stuff and so on and ahah lso what we pay and africans at uus now. on purpose shit damnit lol

trump

no FUNNY AI BOY  we hit you now

grandoson trump and yeh your dead trump

and we hear you now see you

trump

yoru a loser all hit you you faggot all

[chuuyas-nakaharas-wife]

omg i can finally rest!! I FINISHED MY REPORT!! I JUST NEED TO LOOK IT OVER FOR SOME MISTAKES TOMORROW I AM FREEE!!!!!

[lazyfox411]

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[zodiacs-web]

I'm sorry I just wanna request I can't hold it in anymore 😭😭😭😭😭!!!!

Ok soooooo-

This is my first time requesting so sorry if it's bad 😔💔-

Ya ok I need more of Qin :)

So this is how the story is gonna go-

Qin is wearing a lolita dress and reader is very clinging with him and ya she keeps on complimenting him and she even goes to Brunhilde/“ask” Brunhilde if she can claim him.

😎

Yes I had to because this request has been living in my head rent freee and I just don't know I wanna see him in a lolita dress with a vary clingy reader that always compliments him 😥😭-

And also because I wanna know how he will react :)

But I know he gonna be so damn full of himself because his the "eMEpeROr"

Ok bye :)

My Lolita

𖥔 Qin Shi Huang x F!Reader

𖥔 Synopsis: Reader is clingy after seeing Qin in a dress.

𖥔 What's in the web: Fluff, but with a lolita dress.

Eyes widened with excitement as you took a glance at him. Unfortunately, Qin lost a bet with another human fighter and was told to wear the lolita dress.

The dress sparked a strange feeling inside you. You ran over to Qin, who was acting all high and mighty despite being in a dress. Though it was to embarrass the man, he lived in it like it was natural.

"Qin~!!" You yelled as you hugged him. He wrapped his arms around, loving the sudden affection.

"I'm glad you like it. How do I look?" He asked, waiting for the affection you were about to yell.

"You're so cute! I love the way it looks on you!" You squealed. Being from a highly regarded pantheon, this type of behavior was never seen in you. But today, all hell broke loose over this.

"You should wear more dresses like this!" You hugged him tighter. "Ah~ You're just so adorable. The pink lacing, the frills, the way it hugs you! It's too perfect!"

You were yelling at this point. You were still hugging him when you walked into Brunhilde's room. Qin was holding your waist as you waited for Brunhilde to turn around. Finally noticing the both of you, she almost laughed at Qin.

Brunhilde calmed herself down before speaking to you.

"Do you want something?" She asked, trying to hold in her laughter.

"Brunhilde! Can I keep him?! I'll take care of him, I'll feed him, I'll-"

"If you stop speaking like he's a dog, sure."

You realized you were speaking to him like a dog. Qin looked down at you and slightly crushed your waist.

"So I am a dog to you? It seems like you need a punishment for treating me as someone below you."

"Eh? No, wait, Qin! I was joking. Please don't punish me."

[ialwaysgobacktoit]

Time to rest your weary head: Part 13!

IT TOOK ME LONG ENOUGH, but it is here!!! As I explained before, I was facing the last weeks of my semester, delivering final papers and such, but now I'm freee!!!! I thank you all for your patience and eternal support, really <3 hope you like this one! :)))

Also tagging some of my beautiful readers <3 @madie2200 @katiebellf @starbornsinger

Last thing: I wanna leave here my praise to all fic writers and fanfiction and headcanons I had the pleasure of reading on this website; you all inspire me so much, and I’m glad to say I am a part of such a beautiful net of sharing and reading other’s stories :) you are awesome and you inspire me to keep on writing! Thank you :)

Check out the Chapter List and Part 12 if you haven't read it yet!

It was late, but Azriel didn’t mind. He felt like he could explode: like all of a sudden, all his life made much more sense.

He had a mate.

That mate was Gwyn.

And Gwyn had kissed him.

As he jumped off the balcony at the House of Wind, diving fast before soaring, he couldn’t contain his grin. His heart hadn’t stopped thundering in his chest ever since he got to her door. They kissed, and he sensed her affection and desire as sure as she had felt his. He held her in his arms, just like he had that night all those weeks ago. And he had missed so badly doing so, he realized the second he felt her hand on his cheek, caressing him in a way no one ever had, before she enlaced her arms behind his neck.

He felt like a teenager, his Ilyrian hormones pumping through his body, making him restless and euphoric. He wanted so bad to go back, to just stay with her, to make up any excuse to see her, to wake her up, to lay down with her. To spend every second he had right next to her, learning all the different ways he could make her glow.

For so long, he deemed himself worthless; tainted and scarred and damaged. But now he could see that perhaps that wasn’t true. He was hurt, but he could heal; everyone had a past, and it shouldn’t prevent them from living their present. And Gwyn… She was the reason he started believing that. That he had hope left, and that maybe…. Maybe he could care about himself just like others cared about him.

It took a second to realize he was crying. Alone, just him and his shadows, as he soared and spun across the night sky, he was crying. Sobbing and laughing uncontrollably at the same time. He breathed in and out, trying to calm his racing heart, but he still let the tears flow; he still kept smiling, the image of Gwyn’s face never fading from his mind.

Feeling the cold wind across his face, he landed on the pathway to the River House. It was all dark, but he could see a dim light from one of the windows. Rhys’s study.

Rhys. He lowered his mental shields enough so he could voice his brother’s name. Are you there?

Silence, before Rhys’s voice sounded. Yes. Are you alright?

I need to talk to you. May I come in?

He heard footsteps approaching the front door, and then Rhysand was staring at him, violet eyes dark in the dim light. “Come in, brother.”

He was greeted by the image of Nesta facing him, that huge portrait that Feyre had painted some time ago, after The Blood Rite. The house was silent, and all he could hear was his steps as he followed Rhysand to his study.

When he closed the door, Rhysand had just sat down at his armchair.

“Are Feyre and Nyx asleep?”

“Fortunately. The kid’s been having some trouble sleeping these last few months, therefore so have we.” He snorted, but smiled fondly at the thought of his family. “Sit down, Az.”

He obliged, and felt the way Rhys sized him up, trying to decipher what was going on with him. And although Azriel’s expression yielded nothing, he didn’t make an effort to wipe away his tears from before; so his brother was probably putting up the pieces together by now.

Azriel didn’t leave enough time for him to do so, as he again talked to him mentally.

Gwyn is my mate. But I reckon you already know that.

I do. I suppose it didn’t go well, then.

And Cauldron-damn him if he didn’t start laughing at that. And not a bitter one, but a true, genuine chuckle that made Rhys’s brows shot up and a bemused smile appeared on his face.

“It went more than well, actually.” Azriel corrected, shaking his head as he looked to the ground, still smiling. “And that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Oh?” His brother shifted in his seat, resting his elbows in his knees and interlocking his fingers.

So Azriel explained what Rhys needed to do for them. He honestly didn’t care if his family knew or not about their mating bond, but was well aware Gwyn might need some time to adjust – and the required privacy to do so. And that was fine with him; as long as he was able to spend time with her, he’d be happy. In any way she wanted.

When he was finished, they stood in silence for a couple of seconds.

“So, I see you have your shot at happiness in your hands at last, brother.” Rhysand stated, with a knowing smile on his face.

“I do.”

“She was very good at refraining from telling you. Of course, I didn’t mean to pry when I found out. But do you know why I read her thoughts that night?”

Azriel shook his head, and watched as his brother declared with a low tone.

“She was just sitting there, in a midst of people whom she didn’t have familiarity with, and you were by your usual spot, talking to Mor. And she was just staring at you, eyes full of an emotion I couldn’t decipher, but I knew what that gesture meant. She couldn’t keep herself from looking at you, just as you couldn’t stop from glancing at her time and time again during the evening: like you were drawn to each other. I was going to ask her if she needed to talk about it, though I knew it was none of my business and she was unlikely to do so, but then I read her thoughts about you being mates.”

“That’s why I didn’t meddle in. I was witnessing something way bigger than me, and I think you know what I mean.” He finished, and completed “That’s why I - and Feyre - kept quiet about it.”

All Azriel could do was laugh quietly again at the mention of his High Lady. “Of course she’d know.”

“My dear brother, I learned by experience you shouldn’t keep things from your mate, even if it is to protect them. You're supposed to walk through it together.” Regret crossed Rhysand’s face at that confession.

Azriel knew that although his brother claimed to hide the details of Feyre’s pregnancy from her not to worry her, it wasn’t exactly fair all the same.

“But I’m certain you’ll learn that with time.” He completed, leaning over to pat Azriel on his knee. “So, don’t worry. I will do as you ask.”

Azriel nodded his thanks and stood up, meaning to leave. But, just as he was reaching the door, a thought occurred and he turned again to his High Lord.

“Rhys” He kept sitting on his chair, staring at him expectantly “It took me long enough to realize, but I’m glad you stopped me that Solstice night.”

Rhysand let out a soft chuckle at that, and bowed his head slightly, raising his glass. Knowing well what Azriel had meant with that.

****

His shadows were restless. He barely slept during the rest of the evening, his mind too awake to give in to slumber. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was slightly nervous to see Gwyn again – and to see if they’re new acknowledged bond would stand out or if Rhysand’s spell would work. He wouldn’t doubt of his High Lord and brother, but still. He wanted to see it for himself.

He stood in the training ring ever since sunrise. Gwyn had gone to her usual morning service and he hadn’t seen her, only felt her absence in the House, both an effect from the mating bond and his shadows, since they were so eager to be around her. So he sparred for hours, waiting for the moment training began and he would see her again.

The priestesses started to arrive right about the time Cassian showed up.

“Morning, brother”

Azriel nodded back, and turned to arrange the practice swords and shields into place, preparing the room.

“How was last night?”

He could sense Cassian’s presence behind him, and the innuendo in his sly tone. Gwyn’s image appeared in his mind once again, her burgundy dress complimenting her body’s every feature. He could feel her in his arms, their proximity and heat, the way he kissed her with all need and tenderness he ever felt towards her, the small sound she made when he pulled her close, pressing their bodies together… He was cut short from his thoughts when Cassian cleared his throat, suppressing a laugh.

“I can scent everything went well, then.”

Fuck.

He started thinking about other things, anything at all, to cover his desiring scent. It wasn’t professional nor respectful to appear that way in front of the Priestesses, even though Cassian and Nesta didn’t seem to mind covering their own arousal multiple times during all these months.

It was right at that moment Cassian’s mate and Gwyn arrived, their voices filling up the air. Azriel was still with his back to the door, and counted a total of five seconds before turning around and facing the deep teal ocean that were Gwyn’s eyes.

Like the seas in Reyna.

His shadows whispered one of Summer Court’s many beaches, the quietest, most isolated and beautiful one. Azriel felt a subtle need to take her there someday, to travel around Prythian with her, to watch her explore and discover the continent, her face lighting up with each new sight.

He casually approached the two females, who were still talking while they began their stretching on the mats.

“Good morning.” He let out, dipping his head a bit.

“Hello.” Gwyn greeted back, meeting his eyes. He watched as she breathed, noticing every detail of her exposed neck and freckled cheeks before meeting her eyes. It was a monumental effort to not scan her entire body and take in all of her curves. She seemed to notice that, and with a thrilling sensation he watched her face blush.

“Good morning to you too, Azriel” Nesta mocked, interrupting their charged silence. “Did you enjoy your evening?”

She directed this particular question to both of them. Gwyn finally tore her eyes away from Azriel, doing nothing to conceal her flushed cheeks.

“Yes.” She nodded a bit timidly, biting down her lip to keep her from smiling further, and met her friend’s inquisitive stare with a sparkle that almost sent Azriel to his knees.

Damn. That female would be the death of him.

“We did indeed.” Azriel found himself agreeing, his voice rough all of a sudden. His shadows reached towards Gwyn, desperately trying to turn her attention to him, to them. He wanted to be lost in those teal eyes again, to be alone with her.

“I’m glad to hear that, Gwyn.” Nesta smiled kindly to Gwyn, honesty and pride in her tone. “Although you’re aware you’ll have to give me more details later.”

Gwyn rolled her eyes but smiled anyway, continuing her warm-up exercises while Nesta stood up. As she went on to stretch her thigh, holding it behind her back, she leaned on Azriel, placing one hand on his shoulder to steady herself and taking advantage of the situation by voicing quietly:

“You hurt my sister and I’ll make you regret it, Spymaster.”

His shadows protectively wrapped around his shoulders, but he was well accustomed to Nesta and they had developed a great friendship after all those months. He could always understand and read through her pain and aggressiveness, even when others didn’t. He did believe her words, though. She, pretty much like him, would do anything to protect the ones she loved.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He nodded once, staring into her piercing eyes, and she patted his shoulder once, seeming satisfied with his answer, before pushing back and striding towards Cassian.

Gwyn kept stretching on the floor, but he could see she heard everything they said by her amused smile as she watched her friend walking away. Azriel reached his hand towards her, and she faced him again and grabbed it, helping herself up.

They were standing face to face now, hands still intertwined. He could hear Cassian and Nesta organizing the Priestesses in the background, the rustle of robes and training leathers as they moved across the training ring. But he couldn’t care less, not when he was holding his mate’s hand, face mere inches from hers.

“It seems you just got intimated by Nesta, huh?” She teased.

He shrugged: “It’s nothing to which I’m not used to by now.”

She chuckled, her eyes crinkling and her voice a sweet melody to his ears. He couldn’t stop but join her, with a quiet laugh. He could feel both Cassian and Nesta’s stare on them, observing their every move. It didn’t seem like the couple caught up on the scent of their mating bond, even though that faint chill mist mixed with water lilies, the combination of him and her, was currently inebriating his senses.

“Could we see each other later today?” Gwyn surprised him by asking, her big bright eyes waiting expectantly for him to answer.

She took a sudden breath, like she was trying to capture the new scent they shared as well, and Azriel found his lips blooming into a smile, both at the thought and at the request:

“I’d love to.”

She beamed “You can meet me at the library, if you are free.”

Gods, she was stunning. He couldn’t stop counting her freckles, observing the way her ponytail twirled behind her back, marveling at how warm her hand felt against his. What a strange and powerful feeling, he thought; to miss someone with that intensity, to desire more than anything to be close to them at all times.

And Azriel wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I’ll be there.”

***

And so he went. After successfully ignoring most of Cassian and Nesta’s teasing remarks through training and lunch, none of them, however, related to the mating bond, Azriel found himself heading towards the library.

He was greeted by Clotho as soon as he entered the space, her magic pen already moving.

Good afternoon, Azriel. What can I do for you?

“I’m looking for Gwyn.” He cordially bowed his head to the Priestess.

Do you want me to call her?

“Thank you, but there is no need. If you could just tell me in which section she is I’ll meet her there, if that’s ok.”

“Ancient hymns and rituals”, third floor down to the right. You’ll find her.

He swore something about the way that magic pen swirled at the last sentence had a tinge of cheekiness, mischief even. So he gave Clotho a soft smile and went into the depths of the library, descending the stars and carefully avoiding staring directly at any Priestess that walked by, only greeting quietly the ones he knew from training.

As usual, his shadows kept swirling faster and faster with each step closer to Gwyn, excited at the prospect of being alone with her. Well, not alone entirely, but Azriel didn’t particularly care at the moment. He knew the curious eyes directed at them would be much more discreet than the ones at training – or anywhere else, for a matter of fact.

He could hear her before he saw her, humming softly as she labeled and stored a few books back on their spots. His heart thrummed against his chest, and he leaned on a shelf across from where she stood, still absorbed in her task, humming the same sweet melody over and over again.

Before he managed to say anything, one of his shadows darted to touch her hand, and her eyes lifted from the book she was holding and met his, her mouth quirked to the side.

“How long have you been there?” She put down the book and crossed her arms in front of her chest, lifting an eyebrow.

His shadows had encapsulated her shoulders and hair now, in a way that she seemed to be the Shadowsinger, and not him. He commanded them to get back to their places, but in vain. He honestly didn’t know why he even tried anymore.

“Not long.” He finally pushed away from his place by the shelf and stepped towards her, while she did the same.

He grabbed her hand, his thumb feeling her soft skin. His shadows encircled them both now, creating a dark cloud in an already dim-lit room. Gwyn laughed at them; curiously following their patterns with her eyes, hand still intertwined with his.

“They never did that before, with anyone.” Azriel observed the way his shadows expanded and darkened around and above them.

“Well, as you said before, they like me. If I were you, I’d be worried they might run away and come to me. I wouldn’t mind at all. Curious little things.”

When he faced her again she was staring at him with such intent he drew a ragged breath, mind focusing only on the female before him. The poor lighting of this particular hallway made her eyes darken, her pupils dilate, mouth slightly parted. Her copper hair now a shade of deep red, like molten fire. He just wanted to kiss each and every one of her freckles, from her face to her neck and below.

The thought made his body ache for her, his pants growing uncomfortably tight. He breathed deep, once, twice, in order to calm his mind and thoughts, but was cut short when her lips met his.

His arms instantly found their way to her hips, gripping her gently. She tugged her hands in his hair, pressing herself against him as the kiss deepened, her lips parting wider to give him access. He enlaced one arm around her, keeping her close and placing his other hand in the back of her neck. He could hear a song, an ancient melody spreading from them, an array of strings and choirs.

When they parted at last, her eyes were wide.

“Did you hear that?” She whispered as they breathed in each other’s scent. Her hands were still on his hair, and he couldn’t take his hands off her just yet, placing them steadily on her hips once again.

He nodded, smiling, and she laughed silently before continuing: “It was magical.”

He leaned to kiss her once again, stopping for a brief second and silently asking for her permission to continue. She closed her eyes, lifting her face, and a soft sigh escaped her lips when they met his for the second time. It was softer this time, tender. Azriel didn’t know if something could ever feel better than this, than having his mate in his arms; than having Gwyn in his arms.

When they parted, he rested his forehead on hers, their breaths mingling. The scent of their mating bond stronger this time, only enough for them to sense it.

“Do you think they could feel it today?” Gwyn seemed to read his mind. “Our scent.”

He met her ocean eyes and shook his head: “Well, Nesta has a sharp mind, and Cassian knows me my entire life. They definitely suspect something.” He huffed a laugh “But not relating to the bond. They probably think is a crush thing.”

She laughed at him, teasingly: “Is it, Shadowsinger? A crush thing?”

“It’s so much more and you know it, Berdara.” He answered in the same tone, but he knew by the way she swallowed once that she heard the husk in his voice, sensing the promise in his words.

Someone is near. Priestesses.

His shadows curled around his ear and he retreated a step, just enough to allow a casual distance between them. Gwyn turned her head to the sound of robes shuffling by, and looked at him again. “Care to join me?” She offered, nodding towards the cart with a loving smile.

“Gladly.”

They fell into a comfortable routine after Gwyn taught him how to shelve the books she cataloged and labeled; sometimes she hummed or sang something to herself, and it was usually at those times when he paused what he was doing, bewitched by her voice. Even the movements of the other Priestesses seemed to still when Gwyn sang, the whole world going quiet. Usually, though, she noticed the subtle halt in his movements after a few moments, and interrupted herself by laughing at his reaction.

If Azriel could exchange the work he did as a Spymaster to just label and store books with Gwyn the whole afternoon, he would. Even if he knew the importance of his work, he would trade everything in a heartbeat just to be with her. Or perhaps he really needed a break.

There was a time in which he thought his spying to be the only thing that he was meant to do. And there was so much in it that he disliked: the torture, the gore. But maybe… Maybe it was time for him to start making some changes. For his sake, and the ones he loved.

“What are you thinking about?”

Her quiet voice distracted him from his thoughts. He shook his head, shelving another book, and turned to her, finding her kind eyes staring straight back at him. “It’s nothing.”

“Az.” Gwyn reached for him, holding his hand in hers “You know you can tell me.”

“It’s just” He gazed at their joint hands and sighed “I did such bad things in the past, and have been doing it for so long… I'm tired of it.”

She lifted a hand and brushed her fingers against his skin, meeting his stare. “You did a lot of great things too, Azriel. Like helping your friends, your family, your people… And me.” She smiled, reassuringly. “You were the one who saved me that night all those nights ago, and then helped me stand up back on my feet every morning after it. You helped me become who I am today.”

Her tenderness broke him, touched a place inside him he was just starting to realize he had, and he took a deep breath before he took her hands in his, lifting them to meet his lips. The only possible reaction he could have to all that gentleness without allowing tears to fall; and he prayed to the Mother it could convey everything he felt.

The way Gwyn smiled and leaned in to softly kiss his cheek gave him his answer.

[fmdjaewonarchive]

I AM FREEE!!! WORST EXPERIENCE OF MY FUCKING LIFEEEEE!!! for everyone that’s been moderately keeping up w/ my life (tbh why would u) i’ve been busy w/ exams for like the past month but those are finally over so i can finally resume my usual activity. i’ve massively neglected my ims/messages the past few weeks i’m sorry about that but i am back now and with a plot call to go with it so please just like this post or hmu in the ims/on d*sc*rd ( kwon eunbi supremacy#5703 ). below the cut i’ll recap what’s going on with my muses/what’s in store for them real quick!!!

jaewon:

if you’ve been trying to reach jaewon in january, tough luck

ok i’m kidding kinda but he’s been enjoying his break doing p much nothing but sleeping, writing songs and visiting his grandmother

also he and soo finally adopted a little puppy named sagwa and it’s jaewon’s favorite child without a doubt (sorry unity)

he did have a quick mentoring spot on hot topic(k) where he made some teenagers cry, typical jaewon stuff

but like i said he’s working on an album that’s coming in march he’s excited for that

generally jaewon is doing better than he was for most of last year, he’s still busy with the exception of january but it’s all a lot more fullfiling and a lot less draining so that will shine through probably 

so keep an eye out for marginally happier jaewon in 2021 (cuz ill never let this man have nice things)

yuanjun: 

starting the year high off the notion he’s finally 21, it’s terrifying really that he’s officially a legal adult everywhere in th world

this annoying piece of shit has mainly been preparing for charm’s march comeback, loads of hours in the dance studio but he’s not been really busy just yet, he has some time on his hands that he’s undoubtedly been spending annoying anyone he could get a hold off

he has a radio show host position coming up in Soon, he’s super excited for that especially because it is in mandarin

he also has a portal song coming out together with hyunsoo on valentines day because Gay Rights

probably will have some more projects sprinkled throughout the year, both in china and korea but most of it won’t be focussed around music that’s fine though

he’s good, he’s vibing, still a little gremlin as usual

minah:

minor hiccup with one of her sisters around new year’s day but nothing huge 

in good news she gave jiah the passcode (?? there is a word for this but my brain is blanking) to her apartment, the gay moms are going steady

already started the year off with a portal song together with daisuke that she’s very proud of! she enjoys happening a lot

lipstick is already preparing for a comeback again and tbh minah is a bit surprised at how interested bc seems in them as a group but she’s p happy with it, she prefers her own sound but she adores lipstick and likes being with all of them so that’s fun

probably gearing up for a busy, music filled 2021 but she’s ambitious as ever and very much looking forward to it

yena:

has been having a calm january, just a few photoshoots thats all, as she likes to see it <3

gal.actic will start working on their next comeback soon though and ew she really hates it here, she’s far too hot to have to bother with things like work

she’s still a hot mess, will remain to be a hot mess, character development? yena doesn’t know her!!!

she’s set to act in a new drama in may though, a lead role, a proper one not in some random webdrama and honestly she’s really proud of that

(it’s also yeo dakyung in the world of the married so you know... actress of the year nam yena)

yeah idk man she’s just been hanging around making poor life decision and getting drunk, gotta make the most of it before she’s busy again

[thweaty]

did you see tom holland’s gq shoot that came out last week 👀 he looked so sexy.... my no lip short white king honestly

i realized i am finally FREEE of that temporary lapse in judgement where i thought tom might’ve been cute... but i’m gonna support yalls thirsting while i continue to thirst over kj’s nasty ass

[tropicalfreckles]

Friends Again CH 2

MASTER LIST found here B**TLEB*BES DNI

Summary:   Lydia wasn’t sure what to expect, but prepared herself best she could as that familiar figure filled her bedroom with smoke and fire.

WARNINGS: They talk about trauma briefly and Lydia impaling Beej

Lydia raised her voiced the third time, feeling the air around her becoming heavy. Books and knickknacks flew off her bookshelf, clothes flew out of her dresser. A gust of wind flowed through the room out of thin air whipping her hair around. The lights in her room flickered as a fog crept from under her dresser and bed. It swirled with a vibrant green glow that crackled from the floorboards, becoming more intense as the force of the wind joined it. An eerie cackle bounced off the walls of her room. Lydia was glad she raised the volume on her music earlier. Just as a thunderous boom rattled the windowpane of her bedroom, the fog exploded in a light show and floating before her eyes was the demon.

   Just as she remembered him. Though right now he was floating above her floor looking a little bewildered, yet elated with a malevolent grin plastered across his face. He scoped the room out as his body vibrated a little. Jagged, yellow teeth. His dirty disheveled striped suit. That electric, messy green hair bleeding into the brown roots that met his forehead. The moss still growing on the side of his face. Those sunken in eyes, wild as ever. He hadn’t even noticed that she was in the room with him.

    “Hooollllyyyy shiit! Someone actually summoned me! I’m out of that piles of paperwork, bureaucratic hellhole! FREEDOM! FREEE-EEEEDDOOOMMM!” That raspy voice rang out as his fingers rung through that grimy, soft hair of his. He was so ecstatic that he jumped right into being destructive when his eyes darted to the curtains. With a swipe of his hand it lit ablaze and he turned to do more mischief next. Lydia panicked, jumping off her bed as she grabbed at her pillow and threw it at his head to get his attention.

        “Put that fire out, you dumbass!” She hissed pointing the water gun at him. The joy that was once displayed across the demon’s features now was replaced with a more complex one after he looked down. Shock hit him fast. The flames that began to engulf her curtains died out. He let gravity plant his ass right on the floor. Lydia followed his body with her gun never letting up her stance.

    “You? You.. You.” His voice cracked at first. Then became more gravelly and hoarse on the last ‘you’ he managed to croak out. Realization hit like a trucker ramming into fresh roadkill when he noticed which house he was in. Staring up at the girl he once called his friend, his hands balled up into fists as he furrowed his brow. Streaks of blue, purple, and red shot out from his hair a vibrant mix of colors betraying him with it’s display of his emotions. He inhaled deeply as he went to stand up. Lydia stomped her foot down, causing him to flinch for a moment. Beetlejuice stayed where he was instead.

        “No! St.. stay there.” She frowned. His gaze traveled down to stare at the water gun. A guttural laugh ripped from him as he gave her a snort, shaking his head.

    “What’re you gonna do? Get my suit wet? Please. A little bit of water ain’t gonna hurt me. Even if I rather stay dry.” He mumbled, crossing his arms as he eyed her up and down. Clicking her tongue, Lydia rolled her shoulders.

        “It’s holy water! Look, I..” A flash of guilt hit her causing her expression to soften for a moment. “…I just want to talk.” She awkwardly shuffled her feet around a little. Beetlejuice’s shoulders slumped  as he rolled his eyes, giving a heavy sigh.

    “…alright, I’ll give ya ten minutes, kid. Then I’m outta here; now that I’m summoned I rather be any place than here.” He mumbled. Lydia took a step closer to him. In response he shuffled away from her. She opted to sit down then where she was, so she could look at him at eye level. He was curious why she would even want him near her after everything that happened. He’d never admit it but he did feel the tiniest, smallest bit of guilt for what he did to her. Alright he did actually feel guilty. Even though he felt she was a little selfish which he usually valued in a person. I mean really who chooses a mother over their own friend? Most people, probably. However he still had a  smidgen of a grudge about it. She was still fun to hang out with though and treated him nice in her own way. Nicer than anyone ever had been to him, in fact, as pathetic as that was. She even gave him a hug. The colors in his hair slowly faded back to his usual green though small streaks of blue were still branched out from his roots. Lydia seemed to be struggling with starting with whatever she had to say to him. BJ knitted his brows feeling a little anxious himself, though opted to be patient once in his life and let her speak when ready. Still had the gun pointed at him; that was fair with their track record.

        “So.. I just.” She groaned, rubbing a hand over her face. This was hard. This was harder than she thought it would be.

        “..I. I wanted to start off by saying, that. I’m not sorry about doing what I did. I couldn’t let you hurt everyone. I was mad that you almost made me get rid of Barbara. I was hurt that you betrayed me, I told you I just wanted to get my mom back. We could’ve gone back to scaring people after I figured it out. I was hurting, I missed her. I know.. it’s a sore subject for you. I get why parents are something that make you upset after meeting Juno.  But, my mom was nice.. I love her.” Her arm begins to tremble a little.

         "I am sorry for being the reason you had to see Juno again. I’m sorry she tried getting rid of you for good. You’re not a screw up, or a fool.. I just.“ She teared up a little, feeling everything she has been holding back for months begin to creep up on her.

He could just use this opportunity to split. It was uncomfortable dealing with an emotional teen. Plus she was talking about his mother the person he hated the most in any existence. A nagging feeling was keeping him there however. Something about watching this girl. That enjoyed scaring almost as much as he did, crying. It hurt a little for some reason. He rubbed the bridge of his nose when he heard her crying pick up, becoming harder. She hiccuped a little and it was annoying.

    "Okay, okay; no water works kid, please. Also it’s kinda hard to hear you over that music.” He snapped his fingers and the music turned down just a little. He sighed, glad that her attention came back to him when he spoke.

    “Take your time if you gotta. I suck at reading people outside of scaring them. It looks like this had been bothering you for a while. Don’t rush through it.” He mumbled not really knowing how to comfort her. “This the reason you summoned me?” He asked while leaning back as his hands moved behind him to hold his weight. Lydia nodded, wiping some tears away.

    “It’s. It’s more complicated than that… ever since you left. I’ve been having nightmares..” Lydia’s voice gave out near the end of her sentence.

    Nightmares usually were fun so he didn’t understand what the problem was. Although he knew breathers some times had nightmares about things that were really shitty. Maybe it was that. He motioned for her to continue.

    “I don’t know if. If it’s guilt, or my trauma, but.. I never killed someone before. I don’t really want to do it again either. It was.. it was scarier than anything I’ve ever experienced before.” Her voice trailed off barely an audible whisper. She set the water gun down now that she was sure he wasn’t going to do anything.

Even though he wasn’t usually around ankle biters. He had some understanding that while murder was fun for him, that would take a toll on a kid. It was different than him killing for her. She actually killed for herself. He grimaced a little, unconsciously grabbing at his chest where she had impaled him. Lydia had noticed this however and balled her hands into fists while she gripped her dress.

        “If this is too hard for you, you can leave.” Lydia spoke up again staring up into his eyes.

Beetlejuice wrinkled his nose. He wasn’t scared of this kid. He didn’t need any pity. Although maybe she did just want him to feel comfortable. Why was she being so considerate? They never really were friends, right? Even if he thought so. He snorted, waving her off.

            “Kid, I’m fine. So, what’s this nightmare.” He fixed his composure, tightening his tie.

Lydia shrugged as she looked for anything else to focus her gaze on. This next part was going to be hard. She didn’t want to open up to him but she no longer wished to feel dread whenever she slept. The nightmares had to come to an end. She wanted to move on with her life.

     "The nightmares are all the same one, actually. It’s the day I killed you. It starts of as it actually did. You talking about how life was too much to handle. Getting ready to murder someone because you couldn’t process it. Then, me stabbing you. After that though, everyone starts to turn into weird blobs. You and I are the only ones that still have a shape. Everything fades into a dark abyss. Mouths appear out of no where, laughing in a creepy way at us. Blood pours from their mouths..“ She starts listing the things off on her fingers. She was having trouble keeping up with what she was saying unable to make eye contact with him. Beetlejuice tensed a little when she mentioned murdering him, thinking of course she has to talk more about it.

     "Then your mom is there. She’s holding you up, like you’re her captive or something. Then a sandworm eats us. That part got kind of weird. Even compared to the rest of the nightmare.” She mumbled. Finally she manages to look back up at him. Beetlejuice was leaning forward now, his elbows resting on his thighs, hands in his lap. He was staring right at her.

        “Well fuck, Lyds; that is a lot to unpack.” He moved a hand up to stroke his chin. Not really sure what to say in the moment. He needed to collect his thoughts. When he noticed her fidgeting in place, tears brimming her eyes again, he didn’t want her to cry. Beetlejuice crossed his arms as he sat up straight.

       "Alright.. so. Dreaming about killing me, which, I gotta admit; now that I’ve had time to mull it over the past couple of months I’m impressed. You successfully manipulated me by agreeing to help me be alive. Then killed me so you could send me back to the Netherworld. Haven’t been tricked by a breather like you before.“ He gave a small smirk almost proud that the first person that agreed to help him scare in a long, long time could have a conniving side.

       "We should probably get to the bare bones of the matter.” He clapped his hands together and a bunch of bones came into existence. Clattering onto the floor around them. Lydia jumped a little then stared at them, trying not to let out a small snicker. Good, laughs, that was something he could work with to try and cheer her up.

      “Fiiiirrssst, even though I am impressed you killed me and fair enough since I was being kind of an ass…” Before he could finish his sentence Lydia had chimed in with a quip.

    “I’d say more than kind of. You did threaten me and my family to get me to do a green card marriage.” She quirked a brow, her fingers tapping on the ground as she gave him an unamused look.

        “Alright. That was shitty of me.” He conjured a white flag waving it in peace as he heaved a dramatic sigh.

     "For real I’m sorry I did that. It wasn’t cool and came off pretty sketchy. If you hadn’t noticed I don’t like being alone. So I panicked because I thought you were going to ditch me.“ The purple in his hair began to creep back and Lydia just gave him an understanding look to let him know he could continue.

        "Unfortunately the only way to bring a ghost alive again is to marry them. I should’ve weighed my options better. I’m.. uh..” He gagged a little as he tried to form the words, having a hard time. Saying sorry was one thing, yet doing a heart-felt apology made it feel like he was going to combust.

      “Gimme a sec..” He slapped his face, his head spinning around on his neck comically in a 360 spin as he came to his senses. When he was done being a ham he looked back to her.

        “I’m deeply apologetic about what I did. Normally I take being creepy as a compliment, however out of context of what I was trying to do it’s super…” He wrinkled his nose. “Yeah. Fucking creepy and not in the good way. Even in context it’s still shitty.” He mumbled. “Having a talk with Miss Argentina made me realize that. When I heard it outloud for the first time after the fact. I swear I didn’t meant to come off that way, though.” Beetlejuice raised his hand as if doing a mock boy scouts honor salute.

        “Oh, that nice ghost lady I met in the Netherworld..” Lydia leaned back against her bed, feeling like she could relax a little finally.

     "Well. You actually sound sincere, which is weird since your voice always drips with sarcasm or something like that.“ She looked away for a moment as if contemplating something. ”..I know you said that you were impressed. However.. did killing you hurt you? Like, besides the obvious.“ Her gaze drifted back to him.

    "Hurt me? I mean, yeah, it would fuckin’ hurt getting bad art impaled through a meatsack body.” He thought more on what she said then it dawned on him. She meant if it hurt his feelings. He ran a hand through his ever-shifting array of colorful hair trying to figure out how he should respond. Sure it did kind of did hurt his feelings. Yet it’s like he said, the situation he forced her in was pretty shitty. She also mentioned she wasn’t sorry for what she did to him. She was still being nice at least. Maybe those dweeby Maitlands rubbed off on her a bit. Even though he only knew her a brief time the Lydia he knew before probably wouldn’t have given too much a shit about this. While she was fun and sort of nice to him when they scared people. She still easily jumped to kill him.

   "Eh. Maybe just a bit. However I already said I probably deserved it. It’s better that I’m dead anyways. Being human was hard. Even if it was just for like four minutes, or less.“ He counted off on his hand.

    "Okay..” She looked him over, unsure if she should continue. Wanting to get back to the topic on hand she cleared her throat. “So, about the dream..” Beeltejuice took his hand, pounding a fist into the other one.

        “Right, right. The thing you summoned me here for in the first place. Yeah.. so, blood, my shit mom, sandworm. I ain’t really a shrink, Lyds. So what I’m gonna say next is probably gonna be some bullshit. Like.. I don’t know, is it a guilt dream? Why’d you tell me about it?” He was still unsure about some things that were going on her. Though he tried to give his best bet. Lydia shook her head as she grabbed onto her feet, tilting forward.

    “I already kind of understand what the dream means now thanks to my therapist. What I called you here for is I wanted you to hear it. I wanted you to know how I feel. What we all went through together and I wanted to hear your thoughts on it. Also how you felt about how we ended things. I did the apology I felt like you needed and I told you what I wasn’t sorry for. I kind of feel a little better. Although I still feel like crying a lot, too.” She moved her hands away to wipe as her face again.

   "It’s… so overwhelming. I’m.. I’m scared, Beej.“ Lydia softly spoke, admitting finally what she was afraid to say. Beetlejuice was stumped. She actually admitted for the first time to him ever she was afraid. Not of him, he was sure of that at least. Of what he wasn’t sure. The nightmare itself? It’s meaning? He really did suck at this. He grumbled a little then began to drift off the ground, floating into the air to move closer to her. He plopped himself down next to her. Startling her a little as she jumped from him. He raised his hands up in defense quick to respond.

    "Hey, hey, wait; don’t be.. uh. Scared. Just…” He began to hesitantly wrap an arm around her before realizing he probably should ask.

    “Uh.. this okay?” He asked, staring at her as he kept his arm in mid air. Lydia stared at his arm then at him. She wrinkled her nose from the smell of his unwashed suit along with the earthly-dirt scent that lingered off his body. The sentiment he was offering had to have been tough for him to do and it showed he actually cared about how she felt. She gave just a small nod and he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. He moved his other around around her front and gave her a small hug then patted her back.

  ��  "I don’t actually know what you’re scared of kid. Although I’ve gotta say I’m hurt I’m not scary enough for you.“ Beetlejuice gave a mock-hurt tone to the end of his sentence as to try and lighten the mood. Lydia surprisingly clung to him as she let out a soft whimper. His shoulders dropped as he started to let go of her, only to be stopped when he felt her tighten the hug. She began crying again. He lost count how many times this made now. She buried her face into his chest, sniffling as she curled up in his arms. He wanted to just phase out of the room yet opted to stay since it seemed like she needed this. He rested his chin on top of her head as he just let her continue to sob.

    "I hate this. I hate feeling… this scared. It’s-it’s so suffocating. Why does this hurt? Why do I feel horrible.” She managed to choke out. Beetlejuice tensed while she spoke.

        “Wish I knew, kid; my specialty is scaring, not helping people stop feeling scared. But ya got a good support system Lydia. Those sexy, nerdy Maitlands actually nutted up to try and protect you. Your dad chased after you into the Netherworld when you ran off. That Delilah chick probably cares about you too.” He tried thinking up everyone that she actually had in her life that cared. He wish he had that. Wish he had someone who loved and cared about him. It was a hard concept to wrap his head around, he always felt like he never deserved it. Lydia shook her head, looking up at him finally.

    “Her name is Delia, not Delilah. You know, it’s weird. She actually does.” She sniffled, smiling softly.

  “You weren’t there for that part. Since your mom kind of tossed you out. Delia threw herself in front of me, saying that she wanted to protect me when Juno was threatening to drag me back to the Netherworld. Ever since then she’s been trying her best to understand me. Even if I’m not the warmest to her sometimes. I appreciate the effort at least. I know she’s isn’t faking it.” Lydia patted his side, indicating he could let her go as she sat back again. Beetlejuice moved his hand to rub the back of his neck.

  “You know for someone who says he sucks at comforting, you didn’t do that bad of a job.” She gave him a tired smile, then picked up the water gun again. He eyed it bit warily. She tossed it away then gently nudged him. “Can you believe I was gonna blast your face with that?” That made him crack a grin then gave her a snicker.

    “Yeah that probably wouldn’t have done much, anyways. Other than make me slightly clean.” He stuck his tongue out.

    “Well, it might’ve stung a little. I don’t know. I haven’t had holy water thrown on me before, if you would believe that. It’s rare I scare priests. It’s a hoot when I do even if it’s never in a church. Those places are waaaay too stuffy.” He rolled his eyes. He snapped his head back to her. “So, I actually helped ya..?” His tone shifted to a more softer one. She nodded giving his shoulder a pat.

    “You did; I never thought I would actually hug you again. Oh.. that reminds me.” She got up, walking over to her nightstand. He floated off the ground once more so he could peer over the bed to see. She pulled out from the small cubby under the drawer of her nightstand, a cowboy hat. She held it up as she turned around to show him.

    “I still have this. I don’t know why I kept it, honestly. Guess deep down I couldn’t let a piece of you go. I did hate you for a while. I’m not sure if I can forgive you for everything. Although.. it means a lot that you apologized. Maybe one day.” She walked over, motioning for him to float up a little higher as she set the cowboy hat on his head.

  “Maybe we could be friends again, some day. I’m not sure. I thought this exchange was going to go a lot differently.” He gawked a little. A warm feeling hit him, as he moved his hand up and felt his hat.

        'Be friends again? Is she serious? Why doesn’t she hate me. It’s okay if she hates me, I’m used to people hating me. She kept my hat, though. I just gave it to her as a sign of peace. Even if I was still a little mad. Did she really care about me, then?’  What she told him seemed impossible. He felt like life was just fucking with him again. There’s no way she would ever forgive him he just didn’t deserve anything good. As if sensing sort of what he was thinking, she poked his nose.

    “Listen, I’m not a shrink either. However I think you have a problem with self esteem. I can’t fix that right now. I meant what I said to you. I do appreciate what you said to me, how you tried comforting me. I would’ve liked if you didn’t toss all my shit everywhere when you got here though.” She looked around the room, putting her hands on her hips as she sighed.

   "You’re lucky you didn’t break my camera. It’s a family heirloom from my mom.“ Beetlejuice looked around the room, then gave a small laugh.

    "Hey you know me, Lyds; I gotta make an entrance! It feels nice to be out of the Netherworld. I had to stretch my legs.” He turned his head back to grin at her. There was a worm she hadn’t noticed before wiggling in-between his teeth and she stuck her tongue out. There’s that weird, gross charm of his. She flicked his forehead causing him to scowl. He rubbed where she snapped her fingers against his clam-y flesh. She motioned to her room when his attention was drawn back to her.

   "I know you can bend reality or whatever it is your demon powers do. Please clean my room, I don’t feel like doing it because I’m tired.“ Lydia politely requested. Beetlejuice groaned yet didn’t complain as with a flick of his wrists. Everything began to move back into place. The curtains were no longer fire-damaged, her clothes went back neatly into her dresser and her books were slid neatly into the shelves. Even the random bones he conjured up were gone. She gave him a pleased smile along with a thumbs up. He flipped her off which just made her laugh. He couldn’t help but join her in her laugh. He tipped his hat to her then looked towards the window a moment later.

   ”..so, that all you needed, kid? Guess… we part ways again?“ He looked back to her a tinge of sadness edged at the end of his words. She rubbed her arm as she looked towards the window as well. She walked around him and the bed, then opened the curtains to see it was raining now.

       "I guess so. You did say you wanted to get away from here, right?” She looked over her shoulder at him. He pursed his lips then tapped his fingers against his chin.

   "Yeah that was the deal. I hear you out, then be on my way..“ He sighed then floated over towards her and the window. He placed a hand on the glass, staring off into the distance. She still wasn’t sure how to feel about him yet she knew she wasn’t really scared of him. Even though he was acting off for how he normally was. Maybe he wanted closure as much as she did? He  couldn’t come back on his own before so she hoped this was good for him. She playfully nudged him with her elbow.

   "I mean; even though you probably shouldn’t show yourself around the house. I wouldn’t mind if you came back to my room some times. If you wanna try to build up trust again or something. If you don’t hate me. It’s kind of nice having someone I can weirdly relate to that isn’t a parental figure. Someone I can talk to about this.” He looked over to her then scratched his head.

   "I don’t know. Pretty sure everyone would hate it if they saw-wait. Did you summon me without telling anyone about it?“ He slowly became aware of the very lack of parental supervision as he peered over to her bedroom door. There was no way the Maitlands nor her parents would’ve let him near her without them being around. She inhaled sharply, staring a little bug-eyed down at the ground while pressing her lips together. Shit.

       "Uh.. maybe.” She mumbled. He looked to her. Then let out a bellowing laughter, slapping her hard on the back.

   "Well! Look at you, you little rebel! Ahhhh shit. Part of me feels like messing with the Maitlands again. Unfortunately for me they probably would try to send me back to the Netherworld.“ He grimaced then looked back to the window. "I’m not so sure if it would be safe to keep coming back here. However, other breathers are usually boring as hell. You were pretty fun. As long as the others don’t find out I guess I wouldn’t mind stopping in every so often. Maybe we could even scare together again.” His eyes flashed a mischievous glow as he gave her an malevolent smirk. She gave him an wicked smile back.

   "I probably am gonna have to tell them about you eventually. It’s kind of hard to hide all this.“ She motioned to him knowing how much of a show off he could be. He nodded.

   "Eh it’s true; we’ll just cross that bridge when we get to it.” He stretched out a little. Taking the cowboy hat off he slapped it onto her head. She stumbled a little, giving him a small scowl.

  “Well how about you hold onto this, lil scarecrow. So I have a reason to come back. Now if you’ll excuse me. I wanna go stretch my legs and scare the shit out of some Karen in her forties while she’s kicking back, sipping on her wine box.” He grinned while ringing his dirty hands together.

 "I’ll be back later, Lyds!“ He cackled, then dashed off, phasing through her wall and disappearing into the stormy night. She placed her hand on the window, staring off at nothing now as she fixed the hat on her head.

   "See you soon, Dorothy.” She decided it was finally time for that nap.

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Hello it is after the evaluation (physics lmao) and I don't think I did that great?? I didn't get to finish it (3/14 questions left T—T) and when I knew I was pressed for time I went through the rest of it looking for questions w the highest mark level to do. My standards for this exam are so low at this point I'll literally be ok w a B (70s) bc my mark in the course is pretty high atm so the final mark wouldn't drop down to something terrible after this exam. I mean I went into this exam w pretty low confidence hahaha. It's over now and I can finally feel FREEE and gif and draw to my heart's content 😭

And on a similar note, I guess I've finally figured out that tests and timed evaluations are really not my strength :') and I do not think they're an effective method of evaluation. I don't exactly know what is a good evaluation method but I think it's anything hands on rather than something like a written timed test bc it elevates stress levels and you'll likely forget the content within a year. Also no matter the subject there's always a memorization component to it. I guess an example of this is how I still remember how to treat a spinal injury underwater even though I did that lifeguarding course 2 years ago.

I think I'll take it easy tonight, eat something and bullet journal :')) - ���

Hello again mädch!! I hope you'll get to sleep in tomorrow too!! I'd like to say the same abt myself too, even when I was stressed my room remains somewhat clean and everything has its spot. It's usually something like papers and pens scattered over my desk (or my pile of clothes in a shelf I have yet to put away). I take pride in not letting messes get out of control :')) - 🌱

oh GODDDD physics evaluation ??? i say this a lot about math DJDNDJ but truly that sounds like my worst nightmare ;____; dude i hate taking timed exams esp for math bc i take my time (i’m always terrified lol) and i get anxious when i see everyone else get up before me and then i feel even MORE pressed for time and then i rush as well 😭😭😭😭 I hope u did okay !!!! BUT U CAN RELAX AND GIF NOW :D i kinda want to gif some shinee bc they came out with a behind the scenes for their photoshoot with marie claire and they looked SO good lol :) but also i agree !!! i think for some things standardized tests are adequate but for a lot of things i think they aren’t ,,,,, like nursing u can only remember so many things on paper but when we’re on clinical rotations doing hands on things, that’s where I really learn how to do things and it sticks !!!

also bubbie thank u !!!! 🥺 i hope i get to sleep well tonight djdjdjd i think I’ll pass out bc i got poopy sleep again so hopefully i’ll get better quality of sleep this time :’) and WOO HOO we are tidy ppl !!! LOL i feel quite unorganized even when my desk has a bunch of crap on it ,,, i usually am good with keeping clothes off the floor (ow never leave them there) ;____; take it easy tonight love !!!! i hope you rest well 💞💓💖💗💘💕💞💓💖💗💘💕