#also 'are you stupid' but if they were two apples tall

[cherry-treelane]

everytime i feel bad and stressed about my life i remember that i might be in a troubling situation and having a bad time but im not season 4 fiona gallagher in the clink after leaving crack on the counter which my 3 year old baby brother happened to ingest resulting in a fatal near-death experience thats wracked me with never-ending guilt and forever altered my life

[sracha]

i cant stop making these damn things

[fallinforerling]

mimi i can’t stop thinking about when y/n comes and visit sthe bellinghams and y/n and jobe hug for too long n jude is just so very… pouty the whole night lmfaooooo then when he drops you off at home he’s so clingy and whiny :c

- bora <3

ps. this used to be erensfavgirly just so you know 😭 you can tag me as roses-arerosies for all ur new fics <3

but you love me more, right? - jb

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Jude was ecstatic once he found out you were able to come with him to England. Visiting his family already had him in a fantastic mood, but now that he knew you were accompanying him, he was over the moon. He knew how well you got along with his family, so once he let everyone know on the group chat, he confirmed all the affection his family had for you with every new text popped up on the screen. 

✉️ Mum ❤: Yay! That’s such great news! 

✉️ Mum ❤: Tell her I’m making her favorite 

✉️ Hey! What about my favorite?

✉️ Jobe: Oh, please. She’s the apple of mum’s eyes, don’t act like you didn’t knew

✉️ Dad: Tell her that I bought new tea flavors for us to try

✉️ I’m starting to think I’m not the main attraction of this visit, am I?

✉️ Jobe: No way! Seriously?

✉️ Jobe: She’s also my favorite

✉️ Dad: Jobe, donʼt be hurtful towards your brother 

✉️ Mum ❤: Canʼt wait to see you both 💕

✉️ Jobe: Tell her I miss her 

He couldn’t help but smile at his brother’s text. It was obvious he had a crush on you; Jude found it funny since it was a little bit cliché, the little brother having a crush on the older brother’s stunning girlfriend. Oldest joke in the books. It wasn’t a big deal anyways. 

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He didn’t consider himself a jealous person. At least, not the type of person that would go as far as considering his own brother a menace to his relationship. It was stupid to even consider it anything more than something to joke about. There wasn't a real chance of something actually happening, not only because he was his brother but also because he was younger than both of you. You considered him a little brother, for the love of God.

Nonetheless, it was hard to ignore how long the hug between you two lasted. His brother seemed to be in heaven while holding you tightly, his head basically on your neck, refusing to let you go after a couple of minutes. It was almost funny to see if it weren’t for the unnerving feeling he was getting from it. He didn’t want to sound crazy, but... Was he smelling your hair?

“It’s so great to finally see you!” You said once Jobe let you go. He looked down at you with the biggest of smiles. “And you got so tall! How did this happen?” You pinched his cheeks, treating him as you always did, with care. 

However, Jude’s brain started to overthink, and he was feeling nauseous. Why was he jealous of his own brother? He was being ridiculous, and he knew that. But some things were hard to avoid, and his jealousy was one of them. He tried to fight it as you all moved to the living room, where his mom had prepared a big tray of snacks. 

“So, did you had a good flight?” His dad asked once you were all sitting on different points of the large sofa. You nodded with a smile, receiving a tiny bowl full of your favorite snacks from Jobe, who only had eyes for you. 

“Thank you, honey!” You said to Jobe, who nodded with a slight blush on his cheeks before getting a bowl of his own. “It wasn’t as terrible as I thought. I actually really liked the food they gave us; it was a tasty chicken sandwich. Right, babe?” Your voice woke him up from his daydreaming, making him sigh with guilt for the direction that his thoughts were taking. “Are you tired?” You asked once he didn’t answer right away, rubbing his leg. 

“No, no. I was just distracted for a little bit. But yes, it was a surprisingly good sandwich. She had to talk me into eating it at first, though.” 

You smiled at him, and he couldn’t help but hold you closer to his frame, suddenly hungry for your touch. He didn’t let his mind slip to any other ridiculous thought about jealousy and his brother’s stupid crush on you. He gave his full attention to one of his dad’s stories, making sure to always have you close to him while listening. He knew you were giving him weird looks because this wasn’t his usual behavior around his family, but he didn’t care, he needed to have you next to him for a moment. 

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Okay, forget about leaving his jealousy thoughts behind. 

Jobe was stepping over an imaginary line that he didn’t know he had marked down since you all entered the kitchen. He was all over your space, but the worst thing was that you didn’t seem to mind. He hugged you by the shoulders, talking about God knows what while giving you the smile he knew very well since he was the one who taught him the smile trick. Was he openly flirting with you, or was he seeing things? Why would he do that in front of him? Why would he do that in general?

When he decided that enough was enough, and that he was going to do something about the situation, Jobe left your side. He saw how you nodded with a tiny smile at whatever he said, still sipping the cup of blueberry tea his dad gave you not too long ago. He saw it as the perfect opportunity to take you away from his brother’s hands. 

“Hello, pretty.” He said once he was near enough to whisper in your ear. You giggled, as every time he startled you, but you immediately turned around to hug him. “I missed you.” Jude returned the hug, closing his eyes once he felt your warmth around him. 

He didn’t know why, but he was feeling the need to be as close as possible to you. Why was he feeling so clingy all of the sudden? 

“Are you okay, babe? You were acting a bit weird earlier.” You said against his neck while rubbing his back distractedly. 

“Yeah, I’m okay.” He wanted to stop there and just enjoy the hug, but his brain had other plans. “Seems like Jobe missed you a lot.” 

“Right?” You were apparently naive about what he meant by it, since you just smiled. “He’s such a sweetheart, I love him a lot.” 

Okay? Ouch, no need to rub it on his face. 

“But you love me more, right?” He bit his lip, surprised by his own stupidity. Why would he ask something like that? What was wrong with him?

“Are you guys ready for dinner?” His mom interrupted whatever dumb thing he was about to say after what just came out of his mouth. 

“Just a minute, Denise.” You didn’t let him go, hugging his waist a little bit tighter while smiling apologetically at her. He saw the expression on your face, and he knew you noticed what was wrong. 

“That’s alright, I’ll hold your plates for a minute, come when you’re ready.” His mother said, finally leaving you alone. It appears like you weren’t the only one who noticed something strange going on. 

“Baby, are you jealous of Jobe?” You asked it in a serious manner, but your eyes were filled with such amusement that he felt like a little kid that just said something very stupid but very funny as well. 

“No…” You knew him very well, so there was no point in lying, but he did it anyway because admitting something so ridiculous was very embarrassing. 

“You’re so adorable.” You laughed after a moment, taking his face in your hands. “Don’t be silly; why would you be jealous of him? He’s like a little brother to me.” 

“I dunno.” He simply answered, knowing he was being irrational. “He has a crush on you…” 

“He’s your brother, Jude.” You giggled again, kissing his lips shortly. “That’s why you’ve been hugging me all night long?”

“Mmmh.” He felt mortified, so he went for the safest option and hugged you again, trying to avoid your face. You were having too much fun with this new information. “Don’t tell anyone.” 

“Of course I won’t.” You whispered back, silently laughing at his antics. He could actually feel how hard you were trying to hold your laugh. “I really love you a lot, silly jealousy included and everything.” 

“But more than you love Jobe, right?” He asked with hope, still refusing to retrieve his head from your neck. 

“Yes, Jude. More than Jobe.” You laughed loudly, not being able to keep it down anymore. 

“What’s up with me?” Jobe said, entering the kitchen, clueless about the subject of your chat. 

“Nothing!” He quickly said, not letting you give away anything that happened seconds ago. If it was bad that you already knew about the jealousy thing, it would be hell if his brother found out. “Dinner’s ready.” 

“Okay? Well, let’s go eat it then? Stop asphyxiating her with your love, she’s got enough of that already.” He knew Jobe was just messing with him, but he had to bite his tongue and resist the urge to say something along the lines of “Well, she’s my girlfriend, not yours!” but that would be too childish, even for him. 

So he just stayed silent and followed his brother into the living room, still giving him annoyed looks that were received with pure confusion. You just rolled your eyes and whispered to him to keep it down. 

Needless to say, even though he acted normally, refusing to let his childish side win, he still felt like he needed to create some space between you and Jobe. He insisted on sitting between both of you, keeping a hand on your tight at all moments, which resulted on you casually laughing or giving him loving looks that just made sense to him, the rest of the family weirdly looking at each other. He made up an excuse after an hour or so, saying you two were so tired from the flight and you needed to head to the hotel, but in reality, he just wanted to cuddle with you and have you all to himself for the rest of the night. You just let him be, still messing around while giving him head scratches to help him fall asleep. 

He guessed that jealousy just turned him into a clingy mess, but you seemed very okay with it, so what was the matter? 

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[honeekyuu]

squeeze. [sakusa kiyoomi x reader] satin black intros.

place of (homosexual) business

masterlist.

[playlist]. satin black || vibes

a/n. im completely totally normal about this au. completely normal.

warnings: me.

✗ !!! minors do not interact !!! ✗

✗ !!! ignore timestamps !!! ✗

satin black moved into its current location about three weeks ago, and theyve tortured brews abridged ever since

they were at a smaller location for 3 years prior, but they outgrew it when each of them independently went a little viral online for their work

everyone has a license to both pierce and tattoo, but iwa/akaashi stick to tattooing and suna sticks to piercing

akaashi’s the only one who went to art school

iwa taught himself on youtube

suna and sakusa taught themselves by practicing on each other – all of suna’s tattoos are by sakusa and all of sakusa’s piercings are by suna exclusively

it went a little like this the first time around: "i can do this. i dont need instructions-" "ARE YOU FUCKING SURE ABOUT THAT!!!!"

akaashi specializes in black and grey tattoos and iwa does color; sakusa does both but prefers black and grey

iwa’s best known for watercolor style art and akaashi’s best known for geometric art 

sakusa’s best known for japanese style art

suna's keeps trying to sell people on new and strange places to get pierced. this is dangerous and sakusa has banned him from doing it 8 times already.

hes actually so good at his job, hes just an idiot

theyre total assholes who chain smoke in the shop and swear at each other from across the room

the shop motto is "make them horny until they come back" and boy does it work

every single one of their clients transferred across the city with them when they moved

sakusa doesn't actually take new clients anymore, he just keeps up with regulars. he's very adamant about this

he is most often found in his office, which is also his private studio

the shop playlist consists of music added by sakusa, suna, and iwa -- they tried to get akaashi in on it but he got apple music just to spite them and wears his headphones when he works

suna can and WILL add the most unhinged shit to the playlist. there is a near-daily incident where sakusa tries to skip past suna's songs but suna keeps going back to them just to be annoying

this results in the shop being filled with the nonstop sound of skipping songs and sakusa screaming at him from his office

iwa usually joins in too because he has a short temper

akaashi always has to put his gun down and dissociate, because he can feel himself about to fuck up his lines with how hard his eye is twitching

akaashi has the least tattoos but that’s really not saying much; they have a board in sakusa’s office with the running count for each of them

everyone who comes in for the first time always sees two tattoo artists: iwa, who sits in the corner chain smoking and frowning and generally looking like he could kill you; and akaashi, who is generally polite and looks way less scary than iwa.

and they always choose akaashi, because he looks nice

he is not fucking nice. he is mean as shit. iwaizumi is the nicest one in that shop.

iwa so often is the type to roughly grumble "oh, yeah we can take a break -- this placement always hurts like a bitch. i need a smoke anyway" (hes already smoking).

akaashi keiji is the type to whisper "oh, did that hurt? pussy." and go in even more.

he is mean as shit and everyone makes this mistake.

sakusa and suna met in high school -- they would skip class together and sit behind the school smoking and blasting bass boosted music

theres something about running from campus security every day that bonds two people into brotherhood

theyre like,,,, fucking carbon copies of each other, these two -- two tall as fuck, tatted up, pierced up dudes with matching judgmental expressions and chipped black nail polish, standing outside the shop smoking, talking shit, and glaring at anyone who comes out of the stupid ass 3-in-1 shop next door

they met iwa and akaashi during their apprenticeship. they really didnt get along at first, but it takes a very unique combination of crazy to be able to open the kind of tattoo shop sakusa wanted.

and he had his combination of crazy right there in front of him.

iwa’s the most normal one and just wants to be akaashi’s friend. thats all he wants. he wants to make his silly little money and be akaashis silly little friend. 

iwa is the only one akaashi trusts for literally anything related to the shop but he wont ever say that

it's so painfully obvious that suna named their group chat. sakusa stopped trying to change it back years ago.

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she put my hand up on her throat and told me // squeeze that shiiii-

squeeze [ghostemane].

[yourheartonfire]

An assassin with a speciality in dispatching super powered beings is hired to protect a blossoming rookie whose power, once properly trained, is predicted to turn the tides of the hero-villain conflict. (Bonus if they’ve also been hired by a separate party or kill them, and they’re unsure which order to follow through with)

Prompt courtesy of @thepenultimateword !

"Breath," the Assassin suggested, eyeing the rookie uncertainly as they quickly gathered up their knives out of their opponents. Their former opponents.

"I'm breathing," the Rookie wheezed, hands gripping their knees. "I've checked. Definitely breathing. My god, your hands. They're all- all-"

The Assassin wiped the blood off on their pants and hauled the Rookie close with their offhand. The attackers were down but who could say if that wasn't just the first wave?

"You need to transport us out of here," they murmured to the Rookie. "Can you do that?"

The Rookie locked their arms around the Assassin's neck. "I couldn't hurt them," they gasped. Their breath, hot against the Assassin's throat, was somehow still speeding up. "I'm sorry, I couldn't use the power-"

"And that was the right choice," the Assassin said with total and honest conviction. They'd seen the Rookie in training. From three clicks away. In a bunker. "You're not a weapon yet, kid. But you are our exit." Shadows moved in suspicious patterns. The Assassin chucked their empty clip, slammed in the next one from their belt one-handed. Stay calm. "Breath, kid. Think of somewhere safe and take us-"

The world warped around them. For a horrible moment the Assassin felt themselves stretch and warp too - and then the world snapped back into a new shape.

The Assassin and the Rookie tumbled to a softly carpeted floor. The dim room came into focus: a rug, looped with letters and numbers. Colorful walls, low shelves filled with baskets of toys and picture books...

"A preschool?" The Assassin sat up. It was dark here too but a pre-dawn, peaceful kind of dark.

The Rookie's breath was slowing, finally, their nose pressed to the gritty fibers. "Daycare," they said.

The Assassin started to reach for them - then thought better of it. They stood and made for the tall, adult sized cabinets. Wet wipes got the rest of the blood off, then there was a full first-aid kit and bags of emergency food. Now they returned to the Rookie with their prizes, smelling of disinfectant.

"Drink," they said, dropping a couple juice boxes on the Rookie's head. "Are you hurt? There's Pokémon bandages."

"Ow," the Rookie muttered but took a box. For a moment they both sucked down apple juice in silence. The Assassin made a mental note - daycares and preschools as makeshift safe houses, while figuring out how to hide their tracks - stage an animal break-in to the food? - when the Rookie cleared their throat.

"You didn't have to - why did you -?"

"I didn't have to kill them?" the Assassin guessed. They took the silence as yes. "Definitely did. Those weren't muggers, that was two of Supervillain's mid powered killers. You noticed how they were trying to kill you?"

"That's not how heroes fight!" The Rookie pushed up to their feet stubbornly. They didn't look particularly steady. "We fight to incapacitate, to defend."

"Maybe that's why your hero squad hired me to watch you," the Assassin said.

The Rookie's mouth opened and closed as they worked that one over in their head. "You think they hired you to... to send a message?" they said quietly.

The Assassin tossed the bag of boxed raisins and cheap granola bars at the Rookie's chest and let themselves collapse onto a pile of gym mats. "Shouldn't happen again anytime soon," they said gruffly. "(Supervillain)'s gonna have a harder time finding volunteers for the next kill squad..." Then their stupid, tired brain actually heard what the Rookie had just said. They sat up fast enough to make the kid flinch. "What do you think they hired me for?"

"In case I..." The Rookie's eyes dropped. "Well. In case something goes wrong..."

With me, was the unspoken end of that sentence. The Assassin's stomach gave another lurch.

"Just cause they pay me to do bad things doesn't mean I'd do anything for money," the Assassin snapped.

Another long silence. The Rookie's eyes widened slight, but they were smart enough to say nothing. The Assassin lay back, closed their eyes again. "We're both stressed and sore," they said. "Let's take a rest before we call for ground transport out of here. I suggest - no, I recommend that this conversation never happened."

The Assassin let the exhaustion take them. When they woke a few hours later, the Rookie was clearing up the last of the medical supplies.

"Let's go home," they said, face guarded, but their hand in Assassin's was warm and the squeeze real. The Assassin nodded and let the Rookie carry them back.

It was going to be really hard to keep lying, and more and more, the Assassin was realizing maybe, maybe, they could find a way to avoid it...

They were never taking a bodyguard gig again.

[speedydestinydream]

Post "Fight or Flight" Episode Thoughts

(general thoughts after watching episode 2 of the milliot spinoff; seeing if my predictions were right and just talking about the episode)

!SPOILERS FOR THE NEW TMF EPISODE UNDER THE CUT; POSTED AFTER THE RELEASE OF THE EPISODE!

For reference, my pre episode prediction post

• Okay so they did show the video advertisement, and Elliot didn't really freeze up BUT he did stutter a lot which is fair, Milly didn't really speak but thats fair since it's. His gardening club

• Elliot was STRUGGLING with pulling out that fucking weed. Bro you can use a weed cutter THIS IS WHY THEY WERE MADE

• SEAAAANNNNN MOMENTTT YEAAAAHHHHH it's mostly his voice behind the camera but STILL. Also poor guy man accidentally ate compost RIP (Elliot being so apologetic for it,,, Elliot you are me and I am you.)

To be honest I thought black gold was oil tho??? Not compost? Idk

• Elli. Elliot. Elliot Thornton. Why did I just watch you bite into a tomato like an apple.

• Did he change shirts into the exact same shirt after that take cause he definitely had tomato juice on his shirt lol 😭

• Elliot practicing conversations in the mirror 🤨 Giving me huge Jake vibes here JUST LOOK AT HIM

• RAINBOW DASH SHIRT OH MY GOD MILLY IS AN MLP FAN (she is so rainbow dash)

• Milly has a father‼️‼️

• oh god cyberbullying... Elliot NOOOOOO

also for the students that were typing those replies. How stupid do you have to be to cyberbully someone on THE SCHOOLS OFFICAL GACHABOOK POST. WHERE THE FACULTY CAN SEE IT. USE YOUR BRAINS PLEASE

• Also... Bradley's last name is Buckley I think? Bradley Buckley? (the @ on one of the replies of the post)

• "Nothing will change. I'll always be pathetic." ELLIOTTTTTT NOOOOO

• MILLY FIGHTING BECAUSE THEY CALLED THEIR VIDEO ADVERTISEMENT CRINGE. I WAS RIGHT SHE WAS FIGHTING PARTLY IN DEFENSE OF ELLIOT LETSSS GOOOOOO

• I WAS RIGGGHHTTT ELLIOT WAS HORRIFIED BY MILLY FIGHTING BUT DIDNT WANT TO GRT INVOLVED BECAUSE HE DIDNT WANT TO UPSET MILLY OR EMBARRASS HIMSELF I WAS RRRIIGGGGHHTHT

• "Stop fighting this isnt you 🥺" - Elliot, probably

• OH MY GOD I WAS RIGGGHHTTT FAYE AND DOMINIC JOIN THE GARDENING CLUB I WAS RIGHT!!!!!

• Ms. Cherry is PISSSSEDDDD

• ELLIOT OH MY GOD???? YOU FAINTED??????? THAT CAME OUT OF LEFT FIELD I DIDNT NOT EXPECT THAT OH MY GOD.

• I WAS RIGJT WE DID SEE NEW STAFF (the nurse!!) She seems nice :3

• Elliot: "Oh lord... I wanna die...!"

Milly: "Yeah, he's ok. He's back to normal." LMAO. poor Elliot bro

• He PASSED OUT and still doesn't wanna go home??? Elliot take the free go home excuse it's ok

• awwwwwhhhj he's blushinggg

• FAYE AND DOMINICCCC!!!!

• Faye and Dominic wanted to be friends with Elliot but thought he was avoiding them and Elliot wanted to be friends with Faye and Dominic but was too scared to talk to them,,,, awwhwwhwhw friiieeennndddssshiiipppp

• damn these two are PASSIONATE about their animals

• BRADLEY (PINEAPPLE GUY 🍍) JOINING THE GARDENING CLUB???? MY PREDICTION WAS RIGHT?!??!?! OH MY GOD?!?!?!?!

• He sounds like a really sweet guy

• Bradley. Is blushing. Oh my god

• Man these guys all LOVE Elliot. Treating him like Jake 2.0 LMAAOOOO (seriously tho I'm so happy Elliot has 4 friends now WWOWOOOOO)

• His height compared to Milly I. He's SO FUCKING TALL WHAT. He's gotta be a senior atleast right???? Jesus christ how old is he

• "Who died and made you president of this club?" Dominic you are going up the ranks of my favorite tmf characters at an alarmingly quick rate I'm afraid that when I'm done typing this you'll be in my top 5

• JUMPING UP AND DOWN THEYRE SO SILLYYY

• Clozy Crunch? Wonder if it tastes good 🤔

• BRADLEY CANONICALLY BENCHES 100KG????? THATS LIKE 220.462 POUNDS?????? HES A HIGHERSCHOOL???? OH MY GOD??!??!?!

• THE MUSIC CLUB YEAHAHAHAH

• So real Hailey, princess is a stupid nickname fr

• "Hate is a strong word-" Jake bullied you for 2 years???

"Hate isn't strong enough of a word for me." Real Zander real

• THEY CUT ZANDER OFF BEFORE HE COULD CURSE. LET ZANDER SAY FUCK PLEASEEEE

#letzandersayfuck2024 rip 😞

• awwwhh Elliot's symbolism with the pink cactus flower that's cute

• God they're so awkward I love them

• Milly you are blushing RED girl

• JAKE AND ELLIOT INTERACTION OMG?????

• Hes just gonna. Leave the paper towel on the floor?? 😭 I mean I wouldn't wanna touch it either but atleast kick it to the bathroom??? Jake???

• Jake reprimending himself for embarrassing himself in front of someone and Elliot celebrating the fact he built up the nerve to talk to someone... oh how the tables turn

• AWWW DOMINIC WITH A FLOWER CROWN

• Faye are you HOLDING A FUCKING SPIDER

• Aww butterfly on Bradley's nose

• They're all BUDDIES

• Good ass episode and I was right with a lot of my predictions omg. How did that happen 😭

• Elliot I wanna see more of you and your club YOU WERE FUCKING AWESOME

Anyway that's all I just had to talk about this episode cause it was SSOOOOOSOSOOSOO good. I was literally screaming while it was premiering I was so overjoyed

[unreadpoppy]

song as old as rhyme - chapter 2

{Beauty and the Beast AU - Raphael x OC (Elize)}

chapter 1

Read on AO3

A/N: So here's chapter two and we are still setting up, so trust the process. Once again, i'm thanking my bestie @littlemoondarling for giving his insightful commentary ❤️ Anyways, enjoy the chapter!

Her prediction was right and her father had indeed woken up. He had his back towards her. Audifax was a tall and fat man, his white skin was tanned with how much out in the sun he usually was, and his short hair was almost all white, with a bald spot on the back. He was still in his night clothes and it appeared that he was setting the table. 

The moment Elize walked, Audifax turned around and was shocked to see the state his daughter was in.

“Elize! What happened?” He rushed to her, putting both hands in her face, examining her but she brushed him aside, walking past him to put the basket on the table.  

“I just took a fall while apple picking, father, but it will be fine.” She lied. Elize knew she didn’t have to lie, but at the moment, the girl did not want her father to get angry at others and do something stupid. He was an old man at this point, it wouldn’t do well to make him worry. 

He eyed her suspiciously but decided to let matters go. “If you say so… but if anything is troubling you, don’t be afraid to tell me.” Audifax walked towards her and kissed her head. She just hummed in agreement. 

“Well, I’ll change dresses and then we can eat.” Elize said and quickly made her way to her room, leaving her father to tend to the fruit. 

The moment she entered her room, she covered her mouth with her hand and allowed herself to fully cry for a minute. Her mind kept replaying the events of the day, only making her feel worse. She wished she could have standed up for herself but it seemed that in those sorts of situations, Elize would find herself lost, and then people would walk all over her. 

After some time, she finally calmed down and was able to put on new clothes, this time opting for a white shirt and some pants. She threw some water in her face, trying to clean some of the dirt, but knowing she would have to wash herself later. 

When she was done, Elize left her room and sat down on the table with her father. As always, three chairs were sat, even if only two were occupied. She stared at it as Audifax passed her the plate, where he had cut a few apple slices, already having taken out the seeds. 

They ate in silence and after finishing their meal, Audifax spoke. “What are your plans for the rest of the day?”

Elize relaxed in her chair. “I’m going to the river to wash our clothes and try to take a bath there as well, and then I’ll go to the library to help Mr. Antoine. Considering that that place is a mess, I can’t guarantee I’ll be back home in time for dinner.” 

Audifax chuckled. It wasn’t the first time that Elize was going to help the old librarian, and she always complained about how even before his injury the books would be poorly kept and just put in random shelves. Whoever Mr. Antoine hired as his assistants before were terrible at their job. 

“But what about you, father? Are you going to spend the rest of the day missing me?” She said sarcastically. 

He smiled. “No, because I actually have business to attend to. I will also probably miss dinner.”

Elize crossed her arms on the table as she leaned forward. “Business? Of what kind?”

“I’ll have a meeting with some important people at Sharess Caress.”

“Where is that?”

“Baldur’s Gate.”

Elize must have had a worried look on her face, as Audifax put his hand over hers. “Do not fret, child. I know that city is far from where we live, but I promise to be back in a weeks time.” She gave him a small tight smile and nodded. She believed - hoped - that her father was doing the right thing, even if something felt odd. The lack of specifications on the job worried her, but she felt it was better not to dig further. 

After they said their goodbyes, the day went as Elize had planned. Thankfully no one was around when she went to the river, and so she was able to once again enjoy some tranquility. She went back home to hang the clothes outside, to let them dry, and headed for the library. 

Mr. Antoine was a very old dwarven man, his hair all white and his beard almost as long as he was. The week prior, he had fallen from the stairs, while arranging some books, and so he employed Elize’s help while his leg got better. They got along easily because neither enjoyed talking for too long. 

Day became night and soon, Elize found herself back home and immediately went to bed. 

In her dreams, she had terrible visions. She saw a man, with four long horns and skin as red as a cherry, who sprouted long leathery wings. He sat on a chair that almost resembled a throne and in front of him, kneeling with his head down, was her father. The man snapped his fingers and her father let out a scream as he was engulfed in flames, disappearing from where he was. 

Elize woke up from her nightmare, sweating and with tears in her eyes. She tried to calm herself by thinking it was just a bad dream, but, as she noticed that it was already morning and there was no sign of Audifax in the house, she had a terrible sensation that something bad had happened. 

The week passed, and her father had yet to come back.

[lonestarss]

wait, I misunderstood the assignment. BOOTHILL AND TIGHNARI FOR THE ASK GAME!

BLORBO SQUARED HOLY SHIT!!!!! sorry if this turns out to be like a novel i'm so normal about these two specifically i promise

my first impression

tighnari: i thought he was so cute and funny but also so goddamn pale. i remember getting really into his dialogue because unlike other genshin characters he actually had a backbone

boothill: it was love at first sight tbh. i was immediately like "COWBOY??? FREAKY COWBOY THAT HATES THE IPC??" because i'm gay and southern, and as we got to know more and more i got So Much Worse.

my impression now

tighnari: FUCKKKKK. he's my second favorite genshin character. i love how kind and caring he is and i love how he chooses to be that kind. i love how much he devotes himself to his work. i love his "do no harm, take no shit" mentality. i even learned to love his fuckass bob in time.

boothill: he got me back into honkai star rail after nearly a year of not interacting with it. i'm obsessed with him. he feels like an oc because of how tailor made he is for me. he's sooooo fucked up and soooooo goddamn tragic and i love how weirdly respectful hoyoverse was with coding him as indigenous. i just. fuck there's so much i love about both of them but i'm already yapping enough so.

favorite thing about that character

tighnari: i love how fucking mean he is at times! like i said his backbone and standing up for others was a big appealing factor for me.

boothill: HE'S SO SILLY........ LIKE DESPITE EVERYTHING HE'S KEPT HIS WHIMSY AND SENSE OF HUMOR.......... also his synesthesia beacon malfunctioning is the funniest shit ever as a southerner who swears like a sailor.

least favorite thing

tighnari: like acheron, it's unfortunately his design. i get what they were trying to do but they just... didn't execute it that well imo.

boothill: his stupid emo bangs and the way that some of his dialogue is written irks me a little bit. it's very "trying to make it Really Clear that he has a southern accent" especially in his character stories, which doesn't even make sense to me because his accent isn't even that thick??

favorite line/scene

tighnari: "don't be afraid to make mistakes. it's all part of the learning process."

boothill: "in this life, you gotta believe in some things and doubt others. believe in folks' good intentions, the value of courage, and all that other hodgepodge. but never believe that these good things will just fall into your lap— you gotta make them happen."

favorite interaction that character has with another

tighnari: i don't think i have to answer this one for him, do i.

boothill: he hasn't interacted with many characters thus far, but i do really love his dynamic with argenti. can't pick out a specific scene right now though.

a character that I wish that character would interact with more

tighnari: DEHYA AND CANDACE..... THEY COULDV'E BEEN SO GOOD AS BESTIES BUT THEY BARELY DID ANYTHING WITH THEM

boothill: if we ever got canon gallahill interactions oh i would've been sooooo insufferable. be grateful it never happened.

another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character

i'm unsure for both of them lmao

a headcanon about that character

tighnari: have i spread the demisexual tighnari agenda enough lately? i don't think so. WOE ACESPEC NARI BE UPON YE

boothill: he has pica and was that kid on the playground that would eat grass and sand. now that he has a cyborg body, he can indulge these whims without harming himself.

a song that reminds of that character

tighnari: pink + white by frank ocean

boothill: baby said by måneskin

an unpopular opinion about that character

tighnari: neither of his english voices are good. please hop on chinese/korean tighnari.

boothill: jokes about boothill being a cowboy/southern became stale and tacky back in may. why do you think him not being perfectly literate is funny? answer quickly.

favorite picture

2 apples tall nari + boothill being cuntyyyyyyy. honorable mentions go to the tighnari sitting emote and boothill's battle pass pfp

[thepocket221]

Can you write a fanfic for Naven (Epithet Erased) with a sick s/o?

heck yeah!!

i could have easily gotten sick🤒 mixed up with sick😎 but LUCKILY THAT DID NOT HAPPEN /lhj

Naven with a Sick!Reader

fic is under the cut!! (also reader is gender neutral!!)

also maybe slight spoilers?? nothing too bad, just more so for the future of epithet rather than anything in prison of plastic (i think)//

love him

he’s silly (i’ve seen anime campaign and know of the horrors to come)

kinda goes concerned mom mode

gotta make sure the loved one is okay!!

i love his stupid voice omg🫶🫶

ow. Ow. OW. Right as you had gotten up, your arms gave out as your already pounding head hit the pillow as you fell back. Normally pillows were soft, but this one hurt. As a matter of an already-stated fact, everything hurt.

——

——

Meanwhile, humming up a sweet little ditty was said malewife. He was on one of the bottom floors of the oh so very tall building, making you a nice breakfast: some french toast with a fruit bowl on the side! The fruit was mainly apples. This building doesn’t have many other fruits. Don’t question it.

You normally would have met him in the kitchen by now… of course, you did seem a tad bit off the previous night, so maybe you just needed to sleep in a little.

Well, a little while—another hour— passed and you still hadn’t come down yet. The breakfast Naven had prepared went soggy after his many attempts at preserving it, so he took that as his other sign to go up and check on you.

——

A couple of floors later and he is in front of the room you two share. Okay, you share it with one other person, Yoomtah, but A) she has a considerably more spacious area of the room so it’s basically hers at that point, and B) this isn’t about her /lhj.

“(Name)?” He soft voice almost sounded like a whisper as he calls out from behind the curtain separating the two rooms.

You can’t respond. You want to but you can’t. Your throat feels like it’s closing in on itself.

Naven brushes aside the curtain and enters, finding you in your half-dead(not really) state.

“Oh my!” He rushes to your side, yet also keeping his distance, “Darling, what’s wrong?” did he forget the lack of response you gave or is this just a force of habit for him?

You painfully began to turn towards you lover but upon seeing your winces and disgruntled face, he gently places a hand behind your aching head to help.

Oh, what to do, what to do?

He ponders for a moment, taking in the situation you are in, “Hmm, I don’t think it would be a great idea to make you take and hard pills just yet.. Perhaps I’ll focus more on making sure you get something to eat” he stated, his eyes are closed yet filled with concern, “Some soup should help clear up your throat a bit!” Naven smiled. Before he stood up to leave, he placed your and down gently and patted it… which he immediately regretted upon hearing your groan. Any and every movement gave you a terrible shot of pain.

“Ah! Sorry, dear..!” The worry came back in and instant and he took that as his notion to leave and prepare your meal.

——

Ever since you had started dating Naven, he always had a sort of an antsy yet endearing aura about him. As if he’s hiding a terrible secret but still trying to appear as normal as possible.. or at least as normal as a guy who has his eyes closed 24/7 yet still wears glasses can look. He was kind of a weirdo, but he was yours🫶

——

A considerable amount of time had passed and Naven returned. He carried a little tray with a bowl and a glass of water placed on it. He sat down next to you again after placing the tray on the bedside table, “Dear, could you sit up?” Naven’s soothing voice seemingly lifted you as if the words and his tone themself could accomplish physical tasks rather than just being sound vibrations. It didn’t hurt. No, you finally felt some relief when you moved. How does he do that? How does he make the pain go away?

He grabbed the glass of water and your hands met as he handed it to you. You smiled, he had such a warm and comforting presence. God, you loved your boyfriend.

The cold liquid woke you up a little bit as it made its way down your soar throat. It felt nice to get something down it, but the pain soon came back. You placed the water down on the table and rubbed your throat; eyes shut from the pain as you winced a little bit.

A forlorn expression planted onto Naven’s face as he pressed a hand against your cheek and slowly rubbed his thumb in a soothing motion, “Oh dear, I’m so sorry. I know it must hurt, so I won’t take up any more of your time. You definitely need all the rest you can get.” Sadly, he moved his hand away to grab the tray with the soup, set it in your lap, picked up the spoon, daintily stirred it a bit to make sure the various spices and seasonings hadn’t settled to the bottom, and began to lead a spoonful to your mouth. The tiny amount of soup being brought to you smelled as if the spices in it were fighting each other to the death.. but in like, a loving way. They all work together to make the food taste good but still have some sort of rivalry about them. The only way you could tell was from the steam that filled your nose and you can almost feel as if you can breath through it again. As the warm substance hits your tongue, there is a hint of spice that seemingly won the fight of the seasonings. Naven took notice of your slight expression change, “Ah, the little kick it to help clear your nose as well.” He smiled. You could feel your throat’s pains from before begin to lessen the more you took in. This was some damn good soup. Maybe you should get sick more often… that would mean more of this glorious broth filling your senses in the most whimsical of ways.

——

Upon finishing the meal, Naven moved the tray aside back onto the bedside table, helped you lay back down, and planted a soft little kiss on your forehead, “Get some rest, love.” He whispered as he turned off the lamp and began to leave.

Just before he had placed the curtain between the two rooms again, your weak self finally found the strength to speak, “Thank you..”

He turned his head in your direction, “Of course.” a loving sigh and heartfelt chuckle came out as he said that whilst pulling the curtain to where not so much light could seep through. Your tired eyes began to become harder to keep open, so instead of fighting a losing battle, you were lulled back to sleep.

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GAAAAH I LOVE HIM BUT ALAS I KNOW WHATS GONNA HAPPEN TO HIM😭<//33

okay that’s it, thank you and stay safe🫡🖤‼️

[horselvr1996]

Fin is watching sanders sides. He has a few beers in him and he’s pretty sure it’s not that much more than he would normally have but he’s too wasted to care at this point. It’s been a shit week, as usual. He’s been so busy with work that he hasn’t seen any of the guys in months. He can only imagine how fucked he looks.

He wonders how Sanders is doing these days. They haven’t really spoken since he moved out but Fin knows they live together now so maybe he’s there? Thomas Sanders has aids in his neck like some kind of pervert that would actually be into men being so close, which was fucking sick. No one who’d look at Fin could see anything sexual about that situation except maybe Sanders himself. Maybe even him, he thinks, remembering what he said about Fin being gay. Maybe he’s a straight man, though he certainly doesn’t act like it. Maybe he likes men. Maybe they don’t even like boys but just girls or something. Who the fuck knows. It doesn’t matter anymore anyway. Fuck all of them. The only person Fin is interested in right now is Thomas Sanders. Fin hears a knock at the door and goes to open it just to find Thomas Sanders staring back at him from outside his apartment door, wearing a long hoodie with Insane Clown on it, sweatpants, and bare feet. Fin is confused for a second but then remembers they used to share an apartment together until Fin finally decided not to move out because his place was tiny, he had shitty TV, and it was way too expensive to get another. His place was better than his roommates anyways so Fin figured why bother staying when the place couldn’t hold two people anyway? So here they are. Fin opens the door wider and pulls him inside.

Thomas walks in without hesitation and Fin closes the door behind him. “Are you ok?” he asks in a soft voice.

“Yeah,” Fin says, feeling stupid. Thomas’ eyes linger on him for a moment before he turns away to look around the apartment. Suddenly the door yanked wide open and the guys from insane clown posse were strutting in and throwing hachets everywhere and were screaming out homophobic slurs at Thomas. “Oh my god,” Fin whispers. There must have been five of them and they weren’t all tall enough to reach Thomas, who was now standing awkwardly by the kitchen table in the living room trying to keep his distance while avoiding making eye contact with anyone. The group of 5 was Dark lotus without Monoxide, The reason Monoxide wasnt there was because he was at home with his mother (which was weird considering he’d just spent hours with his friends drinking in a bar) but also theyre not in any other group. They were all there for each other but they didn’t look like a happy band. There was no bassist and no drummer. Shaggy then started breakdancing as an intimidation tactic towards fin and Thomas stepped forward to try and get rid of the guy dancing, only for him to be tackled and kicked in the chest and fall backwards onto the sofa. Fin rushed forward and helped pull Thomas off of him. The guy was unconscious and blood dripped steadily from a gash on his head that was bleeding quite profusely. The gang continued to scream homophobic things at fin, though, so he picked up the dude and threw him into the wall next to Thomas. Then he tried to hit him again but Shaggy jumped on him. The guy grabbed Fin by the arm and started swinging him around like a helicopter but Fin blocked everything out until he got dizzy. Eventually the guy collapsed on top of him. When Fin looked up he saw the rest of the Crazy Clown Posse looking down at the guy with disgusted grins plastered all over their faces. Fin and Thomas then stared at each other before reaching out to start making out in front of Insane clown posse

. Fin was shocked and felt slightly violated, but then it turned into relief and happiness and love. The kiss tasted like the beer Fin just bought and he felt his skin heating up. Thomas’ mouth left his lips and made its way downwards to Fin’s throat where he bit his adam’s apple and sucked lightly. The Insane clown posse groaned in disgust and yelled out "what the fuck are yall doing" but Fin wasn’t listening. All he cared about was Thomas. Thomas, whom he adored with every fiber of his being. Thomas, who he wanted to kiss all over and make feel good. Thomas, who kissed him slowly as his hands slid down Fin’s body, tracing every curve and line and muscle and… then Violet J "Yo wtf thats shits nasty" one of the other members of the group says " Ayo aint that one a child?" gesturing at fin.

Thomas immediately stops kissing Fin and turns his attention to the group, glaring daggers at them with fiery red eyes. Fin felt his cheeks burn and Thomas put a hand on either side of his face and pressed foreheads together. Thomas whispered, "they're not going to say anything, I've got you." There was a loud knock at the door, bright holy lights shining outside the windows, Violent J turned the door knob and slowly opening it, to reveal a bright figure. This figure was Jesus Christ , the one with the power of life and death. He was smiling kindly at the crazed Insane clown posse. Fin heard someone whisper, "What the hell does he want?". Jesus Christ smiled wider and asked, "Do you all know me? And if so, do you know me well?". He waited patiently and eventually everyone nodded and said hello as if to a friend. Jesus Christ smiled sweetly at them all and said, "Very well, then let me introduce you to the most powerful and righteous God ever created, your savior, Jesus Christ!" The entire crowd gasped and started cheering and clapping. But Jesus Christ didn't notice and carried on talking to them. "God blesses you with your very own son, who will lead you on your journey to victory, through hell itself." Everyone cheered and chanted and Jesus Christ took the mic. "Let's give it up for our son, Thomas Sanders!" Everybody screamed his name and clapped and whistled. Thomas smiled and raised his hand as high as he could. "I hope everybody will welcome him with open arms because it is I, Thomas Sanders, your new leader, who will take you on a tour to conquer you, kill you, enslave you, rape you" He began to rap, The crowd of insane clowns began to spew out rap music, laughing and shouting along to it. He continued his rap speech, which was followed by the Crazy Clown Posse singing along, which caused the whole mob of idiots to laugh hysterically. Fin stood there in shock. He had just witnessed Thomas perform for hundreds of fans in front of thousands of people and they were all cheering him on. He felt tears prickle in his eyes but didn’t allow them to fall. Instead he wiped them harshly away. Fin’s jaw clenched tightly. These people should never have had a chance with Thomas Sanders. ‘My son’ indeed.

Jesus Christ looked over at Fin and said, "that clown posse trulywas really insane wow epic" Thomas smiled softly in response. Jesus Christ seemed genuinely amused and looked back at the crowd. "As it stands, we are not going to destroy these people, because we are the ones who brought us peace. Our only enemy is evil, not these clowns! So I'm taking over now, and we shall go on tour to conquer you!" Jesus Christ grinned at the mass of people in front of him and shouted, "LET'S GO!" And suddenly Jesus Christ began chanting "let's go let's go lets go" loudly causing everyone in the mob to begin moving in sync with him. It didn't matter whether it was crazy or sane, they all wanted to go.Jesus Christ smiled widely and Violent J stared at him with admiration and love. Violent J walked towards Jesus Christ and kissed him passionately, his tongue entering Jesus Christ's mouth as he wrapped one of his hands around his neck. Fin watched them both from the doorway and felt his heart ache for the first time since he’d met Thomas. The smile on his lips disappeared but the tears kept streaming out of his eyes. He hadn’t cried this much since he was a kid. He felt like he was going to cry forever. He felt like he was going to die. He felt like he was going to lose Thomas. He felt like he was going to lose himself. He felt like he was going to lose everything. Before Fin could be anymore emo Shaggy comes over and hits Fin across the head with a frying pan . “You need to chill bro” he yells “Get your fucking shit together! You don’t have any business being sad”. Fin vision procedes to go black and he died.

Later Jesus Christ and the Insane Clown posse annouced the Fin is dead hooray tour. Jesus Christ and Violent J had annouced their wedding and everything was going well until the insane clown posse's natural enemies, giant stingrays tried to infiltrate the tour. The tour became dangerous when two giant scorpions attacked and killed half of the crew. When they were finally freed from the sea of venom they all hid to discuss the chaos. "Man them scorpions are like terrorists", Said jesus."Oh yeah this shit is like 9/11 2.0, we need to kick their asses" Shaggy said . "Well I'm not letting stupid giant bugs fuck up our wedding day" Violent Jay snarled while holding Jeuss Christ's hand. The group then got up, grabbed a bunch of pipes and other possible weapons before teaming up against a giant spider creature. They beat its ass and saved everyone else. As soon as they got back to camp they were greeted by the sound of screaming girls. It was the girl's choir. After fighting off the remaining stingray creatures that had invaded the concert, they went to see what happened. Everyone was sat watching TV watching Spongebob when someone mentioned Fin. "Oh yeah he's dead isn't he". The girls had been too busy trying to stop themselves from screaming at seeing the bodies of the others. "Yes, he was stabbed in the chest" Thomas responded. "No I mean he's dead" they replied. "What are yo-" "He's dead, Thomas, we've seen them bodies!" Someone shouted. "No way, I thought they died in the fight" Thomas said looking around at his friends. Everyone gave Thomas disbelieving looks and they started arguing amongst themselves. Thomas then began shitting his pants profusely. Everyone stared at him like he was a disgusting pig. He cried and shit his pants more and more , then he started hyperventilating as he started to shake uncontrollably. His breathing became irregular and ragged and he began choking. The whole group began yelling Thomas's name and comforting him. Thomas then collapsed, he was dead. Finally joined in Hell with fin where they had many sander sides babies.

Jesus Christ and The insane Clown posse used this entire situation as a way to promote their new album "Buttfucking vampires from outer space" an ode to the Insane clowns lost in the ICP and Big Scorpion War. It hit platinum and got them on the billboard top 100.

The End

[lizziespoem]

the return | gojo ͏⸺ one shot

͏⸺"Yuji, I can’t see anything!" Nobara whined as she pressed her face against the head of the pink haired boy to look between the small gap in the wood while she tried to keep her voice down so the two in the room next to them won’t hear her talking.

With crossed arms over his chest the black haired boy raised his eyebrows and he watched them both fighting for better view as he couldn’t stop himself from asking, can you see anything interesting?, but he tried to sound unbothered as possible. Still the girl with the orange hair turned her face surprised and a little amused to Megumi as she left her head crooked and asked mockingly “since when do you want to interrupt someone’s privacy?"

Megumi rolled his beautiful eyes as he heard Nobara mimicked his words he always used to comment whenever Yuji and Nobara tried to eavesdrop on a conversation.

“none of them is saying anything” yuji whispers as he observed his sensei and you wordlessly looking at each other through the little crack in the wood of the old door, while his hand laid gently at the door frame so he wouldn't lose his balance, while as he ducked to have a perfect view inside the locked room “they are just staring at each other”

Unlike the other two students of Gojo, Megumi knew you, even though he could not remember the last time he saw you, what you wore and what you said before you left, but it didn't mattered since you had changed after the last time he saw you, but he still remembered well enough what you had done with Satoru, after you had left. The dark-haired boy had never lost a word about how his sensei's stupid grin had changed after you left and how it had not carried the same warmth inside as when you were still there, he acted like he hadn't noticed that Satoru changed, maybe he had done it because he didn’t want to make the heart of Satoru more heavier than it had already been and he had hoped that the pain would fall faster.

“what do you think you're doing there?” Shoko’s warm voice admonished the young students as the heels of her shoes clattered over the floor of the hallway and approached closer to the eavesdropping students, followed by the tall, well-built man with blonde hair, whose hands were hidden in the pockets of his beige slacks.

Yuji and Nobara straightened up again and stepped away from the door as they both hid their hands behind their backs and stared at the floor in guilt, when Nanami carefully pulled his glasses a little bit from his nose and bent down to also take a look into the narrow gap before he straightened up again and his dark voice the silence breaks “did anyone of them said anything?”

“no” the pink haired boy loses his tensed shoulders as he catches the gaze of the tall man.

In fact, Yuij Itadori was right.

Silently you both stood in the small room, between you there was so much emptiness as if you both would not dare to face each other, afraid of the things that might happen. Neither of you said even a word and that was not necessarily because you had no words in your minds but because so many thoughts overlapped in your mind that no one could grasp a clear thought.

You never thought you’d ever come back, not after you disappeared without a trace and yet you were back in Tokyo, in the jujutsu academy and in front of Satoru Gojo.

“You can't save everyone, Gojo.” you break the unpleasant silence between you and your old friend, as if it would make the atmosphere between you two more pleasant and yet you wish that you could climb out of this little window again and just disappear.

The man’s face contorted, his jaw tensed, the apple on his neck twitched as the veins on his hands froze and he wrinkled his nose as if you insulted him “Gojo?”

Never in your entire life had you called Satoru by his last name and there was a much deeper sting in his heart than he ever thought.

"I'm sorry.." you tried to let an apology slip over your dry lips but Satoru interrupted you with a sarcastic scoff “sorry can't save you now, y/n”

His jaw bones could have split stones into two pieces at that moment and his gaze looked at you in disgust, well it was hard to say in which way his eyes were looking at you, cause in every moment the sunlight hit his eyes, you could see a new emotion in them, but as he clenched the black blindfold between his fist it seemed to be anger flashing through his pupils.

Even in your eyes you could see a little bit of the poisonous anger you wanted to hide in your heart for years and maybe it was the reason for your incredible courage when you went without thinking some steps closer to Satoru “what do you want me to do then? beg for forgiveness or..”

“don't you dare to be angry, you have no right to be” the blindfold drops onto the ground as his right hand clenched around your chin pulling you even closer to him, letting your head fall into your neck so you can look into his erratic eyes, only one movement could let you two freak out, you, only one movement till two raged comets collide and tear everything apart.

The grip around your chin became rougher as he pushed your chin further up as if it wasn’t enough for him how you looked at him, as his lips moved again and his voice sounded brittle “do you know how long I've waited?!”

Neither Satoru or you cared about his fingers that stretched around your chin, and how they drilled into your skin. The rage flowed through your veins as if they could numb the actual grief of both of you and exclude the thoughts from your minds.

“A call, a message or even a fucking letter, y/n” his voice was gravelly and if his eyes could, they would burn you down, as he his chest moved in rage “there was nothing left and now you care to show up?”

You had planned your disappearance for weeks, down to the smallest detail you had thought about what time and day everyone would sleep at night and how you could climb down the window without waking anyone else up, you had been thinking for weeks which path you have to take so that you leave no traces and with which people you had to talk so that they forget who you were and that they saw you on your escape.

“I thought you were dead, you know how long I searched for your corpse before I realized you didn't want me to find you?” his voice trembled as he spoke, you thought even he would split into your face as his fingers drilled into you bones, but Satoru would never split into your face, even if he would hate you.

Of course you felt guilty and you had no doubt about it, you had to struggle every day not to come back, not to call any of your friends and tell them where you were so they would follow you and bring you back home. You couldn't sleep for nights because the mattress had not been as hard as in the academy, because Shoko and you could not talk about the latest stupidities of Satoru, while Kento knocks on the door and asks if he can join them until finally everyone gathers in the room of you.

But you had your reasons for running through every muddy puddle and never looking back.

"21 months i've searched for a clue, any sign to find you” he yelled, god your heart cramped, his shouts crawled under your skin and you couldn't stop it, you wanted to open your mouth and speak up for yourself, but his hand on your chin closed your mouth within a small second when he shakes his head “don't you dare speak up, don't you dare ruin this like you ruined me”

Your eyebrows tightened in confusion because you do not understand what Satoru means as the words leave his mouth and yet you are silent just looking up at him.

“you know how much I wanted you to come back? how many versions I’ve played through in my head how you’ll return?” again his fingers drilled deeper and his knuckles discolored as a dark laugh escaped from his tongue “and I’m in every version the fool who would fall to my knees and beg you not to go again”

Your heart beats against your chest as if it wanted to jump out and roll in front of Satoru’s feet, as if the home of your heart were not in your chest but in his hands.

“Maybe I took it too far when I showed you my heart” his murky voice split the words over his tongue as he let go of your chin, letting your head drop a little after the weight laid in his hands and there it was his eyes showing disgust towards you.

Nobody dared to say a word or even catch someone else's gaze as they stood outside in the hallway, not even needing to eavesdrop as they could hear every single word through the old wooden door.

“now I know who you are” Satoru mumbled as he looked down at you, noticing your face getting a bit paler.

No clear thought could enter your mind, every single synapse seemed to be blocked and only the last words of Satoru repeated over and over like a curse that would not fade and then out of nowhere your hand landed against his cheek and the loud clapping brings you back to reality, withdrawing you from the cruel curse.

The white hair man didn't even flinched, not a single movement either in his face or in his body.

You could not explain why you had hit him, everything in your mind resembled a thick fog that did not want to go away, your heart pounded wildly against your chest so hard it began to ache and the throbbing pain on your chin from the previous grip of Satoru seemed unimportant.

His eyes tried to study you, tried to understand why, not why you hit him, he wanted to understand why you left.

“don't dare speak to me like I have no heart” unlike Satoru’s voice, your voice was quieter, but still covered in anger as your eyes flickered, trying to avoid those tears you held back to leave your eyes as Satoru spoke before he thought about it “do you have one?”

Again your heart tense and you wanted to turn around so that you don’t have to look Satoru in his eyes and disappear from the room, disappear from the home that doesn’t want you anymore, but out of nowhere, Satoru’s hand wrapped around your neck and pressed you against the empty white wall.

Your bodies touched in a single breath, he felt your heart racing and threatened to jump out of your chest, the two comets collided.

His left hand leaned against the empty wall next to your head while his right still grabbed your neck and there was no escape for you, not again.

“why y/n?” his voice was softer, still deep and rough, but you could hear the pain behind it, the fear he held in for too long.

For a moment you close your eyes not to look into his, not to give in to all the feelings you wanted to hide as you gently put your hand on the black fabric of his shirt and feel the heart of Saturo beating against your palm, you took it too far and you knew it.

“why do I still crave after you left me?” his voice sounded like he was wincing, begging to make the pain in his heart stop.

His left hand slowly moved to the back of your head and got lost stroking your hair, while the hand around your neck lay traveled to your cheek as his thumb drew small circles on your skin, he didn't dared to raise his voice again against you “I just want to know why”

“I couldn't stay, not after my nightmares chased me” you whispered as you looked up into his eyes, there was a sudden fear hidden in your eyes and Satoru saw it when you kept talking “not after Haibara and not after Suguru”

His palm slipped a bit under your chin to push your face lightly up “you could have told me”

“Did you ask Nanami or Shoko how they felt? You were too caught up in the idea of saving everyone you didn’t even see us break apart” you whispered as you feel the weight that had pressed on your heart slowly disappear.

It tortured him to know he couldn’t save you but he would never let you leave.

“I’ll nail every window with the most expensive wood in the country, lock every smallest door I can, obstruct every hole you’ll ever see and I’ll follow you every step so you don’t leave” his voice was stern, yet soft as his thumb stroked over you bottom lip “all I want in return is that you say goodbye when you decide to leave again”

you will never have to say goodbye, because you will never be able to disappear after your heart recognizes Satoru.

but all you do is to nod with a relieved smile on your lips as you whisper promise while tears run down your cheek.

© 2023 LIZZIESPOEM. please do not copy any of my writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[drabblesmm]

Unnamed Fic (pt.1)

(The beginning to a Shadowhunters Fanfic I've been working on, part 1)

Thomas Doe was known for stupid risks. It was the main reasons he wasn’t allowed on missions anymore, until he was eighteen, at least. It was why he wasn’t allowed a pet or to leave the London Institute.                Except you can’t expect a thrill-seeker to stay in one building. No matter how big said building was.                Thomas had been sneaking out of the London Institute since he was twelve. He knew all the secret passageways, all the dark corners and all the people who’d turn a blind eye to him. There were a few perks to being a child of the Institute, after all.                That night was almost too easy. A few different attacks had led to the Institute being practically empty. The perfect playground for a wild seventeen-year-old. He drew runes on him to climb along the walls and stand on the ceiling. He made ‘potions’ (just various drinks mixed until they smelt weird and off-putting) in the industrial sized kitchens and pretended to be the Head of the Institute, Kairo Stewart. But even putting on a funny voice similar to Kairo’s gruff cockney accent was enough to cure his boredom.                Thomas genuinely loved the Institute. He loved the people working there and loved doing his part to make the world better and safer. He’d like to even more if there were literally any other kids there. Thomas had been the youngest Shadowhunter there since he was brought there when he was one. No other kids had been brought in over the sixteen years since, and the other Shadowhunters who’d had kids in that time tended to keep them away from Thomas. He was a ‘bad apple’ who ‘wreaked havoc’. Thomas preferred the term ‘had too much fun’, but each to their own.                Kairo seemed to be the only adult who understood him. Or, who saw the chaos as teenage fun and not purposefully disruptive. It was a bit of both, if Thomas was honest. Kairo was one of the oldest in the Institute. Shadowhunters rarely lived past thirty if they lived outside of their homeland, but Kairo was almost fifty and had never lived in Alicante. The peace was ‘too quiet’ for him, which Thomas could understand. Kairo was a gruff and sturdy built man, tall with enough muscle mass to threaten anyone just by standing there. The grey in his hair had arrived and stuck there, and Kairo didn’t seem to mind. It peppered his buzz cut and short beard, mixing with his natural black rather nicely. Thomas hoped he aged as nicely as Kairo, if he lived that long.                Thomas was much younger, with ginger curls and little wisps of a beard that didn’t attach to anything else, so it was just little, extremely pale ginger hairs. His skin was so pale it was almost translucent besides a few freckles across his entire body. He was also really frail looking. He knew he could pack a punch, but his body hated showing any muscle mass, so Thomas looked like a strong enough wind would knock him over. And all his clothes were baggy in some way. His pre-pubescent dreams of low buttoned white shirt that showed everything were scrapped long ago.                He was lounging around in the Head office, sitting with his feet on the desk. The Head Offices were usually very nicely furnished and organised. But not this one. Kairo rarely organised anything. Paperwork was scattered all over the desk, spare hunting gear was strewn over his hat holding thing, and every single surface had at least two cups of either empty or half-drank tea. Thomas was slightly impressed that it was somehow messier than his own bedroom. “Now, Thomas, you must behave like a depressed adult like the rest of us Shadowhunters are,” Thomas said, addressing no one whilst using his slightly off cockney accent. Thomas was decent at accents, but Kairo’s voice had traces of every county he’d worked in. And he’d worked all over the world.

[btsgotjams27]

the man in black | knj (2)

you hope to meet a tall, dark, handsome man at a bar.

�� title: the man in black | ✨ pairing: namjoon x f!reader ✨ genre/au: fluff, light smut(?) | strangers-to-lovers(?), bookstore!au ✨ rating: R | ✨ word count: 3.8k ✨ warnings: namjoon in the black turtleneck/black slacks outfit, language, alcohol consumption, kissing, touching, allusions to sex, minor details about sex (spanking, cockwarming) ✨ a/n: helloooo! and we're back with these two crazy people who f*cked in a bathroom bar lmaoooo. this takes place before and after the first drabble. ;) and this is un-beta'd b/c i couldn't wait to post it, again, apologies if this suuuucks. translation cr to doolsetbangtan | also tagging @jeongkoos

[ PREV ]

[ Three hours earlier ]

Dating apps weren’t doing it anymore because you’d match with the most boring guys in the city. You only had one week left until your parents would set you up on a blind date. And knowing your parents, you wouldn’t put your trust in them either. You wanted to meet someone in a natural way. It was dumb, and you know that, but nothing else was working. Why couldn’t you dream of meeting a tall, dark, and handsome stranger in a grocery store while the two of you reached for the same apple? Stupid, you know, but you can dream, can’t you?

You sighed, stirring your vodka soda in its clear glass. The bar was pretty full on a Friday night, and you happened to find an empty seat amongst the sea of couples on a date. Getting dolled up and coming to the bar was the best idea you could come up with in hopes of meeting your soulmate. You were leaving it up to destiny to bring this non-existent man you’d dreamt of.

The seat next to you opened up, and immediately, it was taken by a man. Quickly glancing to see if he would be a possible candidate, you noticed the ring on his finger and shifted your body away from him.

When you called the bartender over, you were nearly finished with your drink, but your attention was interrupted by feedback on a mic. You looked to see five guys filing in, four of them in white dress shirts and one in a black turtleneck - someone didn’t get the memo, you chuckled quietly.

One of the men in white tapped on the mic before speaking into it. “Hello, we apologize for interrupting you on this beautiful night, but I–we wanted to come up here and perform this song for my beautiful bride-to-be.”

Everyone turned their heads and clapped as the man pointed to the woman sitting towards the front, who was blushing and covering her face from embarrassment.

“This is for you, baby.”

A low, sexy beat blasted from the speakers, and a low, husky voice overwhelmed everyone’s ears. Everyone bobbed their head to the song as the men in white began singing and rapping. You thought about the bride-to-be sitting in the front row, about how lucky she was to find someone who would embarrass himself because he loved her so much.

As the song continued, you waved the bartender down once more to order another vodka soda, and the drink was in your hands faster than the man you wanted to be dropped in your lap. Like everyone else, you bobbed your head to the song's beat, and it wasn’t until you heard a voice that had your attention again. Peering over, it was the man who didn’t get the memo, the man who was in all black, just oozing sexy vibes from head to toe. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. How could you not? He stood out the most from the rest of the group. You guessed he was a part of their wedding party - probably had a significant other already. Who wouldn’t, especially when he looked like that?

You giggled at their choreographed dance while the others looked silly; the man in all black was the complete opposite. He was putting his whole body and soul into it, his dimpled grin on display, ruining all of the women (and men) in the crowd. His head rolled back from side to side, showing off his thick neck. He pulled his sleeves up, revealing what looked like an expensive watch, as he continued to carry on with their dance.

Once they finished their song, the bride-to-be stood up, giving her future groom a kiss. Feeling a bit flustered from the hollers and roars from the crowd, she quickly pulled him off the stage. The rest of the group bowed, saying thank you, and heading back to their tables and seats. While some sat down, the man in all black made their way to the bar. Your eyes widened, feeling frantic by being in the mere presence of a man that God chiseled himself. He looked even better up close.

With your back turned, the man in all black took a seat next to you, his thigh accidentally brushing up against yours, but he didn’t notice. It was enough to make your core ache. Yes, it’s been a while since you’ve been touched.

“Namjoon-ah, you had the whole crowd going wild,” said the bartender.

You nodded. “You really did,” you muttered, gasping, covering your mouth when you realized you had said it out loud. Fuck. Clearing your throat, you mumbled an apology before getting up to crawl into a hole to hide from your embarrassment.

The man in black, you assumed to be Namjoon, turned, calling out to you. “Wait–”

Sheepishly turning around, you sipped on your vodka soda to face the man himself. God–he was really gorgeous, tall, dark, and handsome, his skin a beautiful honey color. “You really liked my performance?” he asked, tilting his head. His eyes turned into a crescent shape, the corners of his lips curving into a smile, letting his dimples appear. 

“Yeah, I mean, you seem like a natural on stage.”

“It’s ‘cause he is,” the bartender interjected. “He does spoken word.”

You wouldn’t have expected someone like him to do spoken word. Guess you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. “That’s, um, that’s pretty cool.”

Namjoon grabbed his wallet from his back pocket, pulled out a slate grey card, handing it to you. Gazing at the card, it read, ‘Moonchild Books and Cafe.’

“If you’re free tomorrow, there’s an event I’m holding. We’ll have local authors and poets reading some of their works,” he softly smiled, holding onto the card longer than expected. He apologized when he realized you were trying to take the card.

You flashed a thin smile, staring at the card in your hand, muttering his full name, ‘Kim Namjoon.’

You stayed for another hour or so, wanting to enjoy the live music but also low-key, avoiding the man in black, aka Kim Namjoon.

Every now and again, you'd catch stolen glances from across the room while he was with his friend group. You'd look away, hoping he didn’t catch you blushing like a schoolgirl who’d been eyeing their crush. He’s just a man, for fuck’s sake, but you had it down bad for a stranger you had the smallest of conversations with.

The time was nearly 11 o’clock before you decided to call it a night. The crowd was still lively, dancing the night away, but you didn’t feel like being a loser anymore sitting by yourself.

Walking down the hallway toward coat check, you were suddenly jolted in the direction of the bathroom. The door opened as you followed behind, recognizing the man in black pulling you in. Honestly, if it were anyone else, you’d cry for help. Considering it was tonight's sexy, gorgeous man, you’ll go along with it.

“Hi,” Namjoon’s voice was low and deep, caging you against the wall, making sure to lock the door behind you.

You managed to croak out some kind of greeting back.

Even his chuckle was sinister. “Couldn’t really let you go without talking to you again.”

You let out a small snort. “So, you chose the bathroom?”

He nodded while smiling, showing off those pretty dimples. “Needed someplace quiet.”

Biting on your lip, you suppressed the smile trying to creep up. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

Namjoon gazed into your eyes, discovering your beauty at an even closer range. “Please understand that I’m…never this forward, especially with someone I’ve just met.” As much as you were watching him tonight, he was doing the same – found you adorable, attractive, and stunning.

You told him your name, and he repeated it. “Should probably be on a first-name basis, huh? Just in case you need to scream my name.”

He grinned. “Very bold of you to assume I’ll be screaming your name tonight. Maybe you’ll be screaming mine,” Namjoon remarked, cocking his eyebrow.

“I’ll gladly scream your name, Namjoon,” you admitted shamelessly before leaning forward to place a kiss on his lips–and yes, they were as soft as you imagined, full, pouty, plush. Lips, you would never be tired of kissing.

Namjoon smiled into the kiss, thinking how much he loved that you kissed him first. His tongue nipped your top lip, begging it to open wider so he could continue to explore everything you had to offer. The somersaults unfolded in your stomach when he cupped your face, pressing his big frame against yours–his frame wasn’t the only thing that was big. You moaned into his mouth, feeling his growing erection pressed against your stomach.

He broke the kiss. “Can I touch you?” he asked, stopping everything until you gave him the okay, which you acknowledged quickly that you were completely okay with him doing anything he wanted.

Suddenly, he crouched, hooking your thighs and lifting you, causing an excited yelp to escape. Namjoon continued placing kisses on your neck as he settled you down on top of the cold counter, which felt nice against your burning skin. He connected his mouth to yours again, hands grazing your thighs. Lifting the hem of your dress, he hooked his fingers under your lace panties, making you squirm out of them and tossing them aside.

“Mm…much better,” he hummed.

[ the next day ]

“When can I see you again?”

That was the last thing Namjoon asked. He had already invited you to his bookstore event. It would be the perfect opportunity to see him again, but would it make you look desperate? Seeing a guy right after you fuck him? You shuddered at the thought of him being inside you again. It wouldn’t look that desperate, would it?

“So, let me get this straight. A tall, dark, handsome man fucks you in the bathroom of a bar, asks you when he can see you again, and you’re sitting here with me?” your best friend Yejin asked, gesturing for you to lean in closer to her. She lightly struck your head with her knuckles. “You dummy! We’re going to see this man.”

Technically, you had already made plans with Yejin, and you did consider going to Namjoon’s, but that was before you fucked him in the bathroom. “Stop, Yejin–I can’t go see this guy.”

Yejin stared blankly. “You’re always complaining about not finding ‘the one,’ and when he literally shows up right in front of you and INVITES you to go out then gives you the best sex of your life, you’re refusing all of a sudden? What happened to destiny and all that fate bullshit you’re always going on about?”

“I didn’t say he was the best sex I’ve ever had!” you whisper-shouted, hoping the people around you didn’t hear your conversation with your best friend. “I said he’s the best sex I’ve had in a long time. There’s a difference!”

Yejin rolled her eyes. You were impossible. The universe finally gave you what you wanted, right as you’re about to give up and go on a stupid blind date? Maybe it was too good to be true. Namjoon was like a fever dream. Sex with him was hot as fuck, but you'd hardly think it could turn into anything more. You literally had sex with a man you'd just met. It probably wouldn't be the best love story to tell to your future grandchildren. Do you know how we met? We fucked in a bathroom bar. 

“Who am I kidding, Yejin? All that fate and destiny stuff is just that–bullshit.”

Maybe Namjoon would be the guy before 'the one'. Either way, the thought of keeping the blind date didn't sound bad at the moment. It could be a good backup in case nothing went further with Namjoon.

“Bullshit or not. We’re going.”

When the two of you arrived at the quaint, cute bookstore, you were quite impressed. It was like walking into a different world, walls filled with books from floor to ceiling, soft, broken-in brown leather sofas scattered throughout the space, tables, and chairs filled the area in the middle, while a small line of customers occupied the back where the sound of the espresso machine was hissing.

Immediately, you recognized Namjoon, only this time; he was in a completely different outfit from the one last night - a red shirt, dark jeans, and a tan trench coat to finish off his look. A completely different vibe from the man in all-black. Regardless of whatever he was wearing, he still radiated such confidence that you’d ever seen a man carry - it wasn’t the pretentious kind either, which was a plus in your book.

Yejin nudged you forward to talk to him. You shuffled nervously, approaching, waiting for him to finish his conversation. After a minute, he noticed you waiting. He grabbed your attention, telling you to wait for him.

“Hey–you came!” He didn’t know if should give you a hug, kiss, or handshake, so it turned out to be an awkward high-five.

“Yeah, um–I’m here with my friend,” you turned to point but realized how it looked because Yejin was nowhere in sight. It probably looked like you were trying to make excuses. “She’s…here somewhere. I'm sure we'll find her later."

He smiled, showing those sweet dimples you could curl into and sleep in. "Welcome to Moonchild Books and Cafe. I apologize. It's a bit crazy in here today. I wasn't expecting so many people."

Namjoon was really something else, completely different from the person you met last night. But you were intrigued to learn more about this side of him. 

"Looks like this is a popular spot to be,” you commented, observing the buzz of the small crowd chattering and finding a seat.

“You gonna stay and hang out?”

Well, you were already here. It would be weird to leave. “Are you performing?”

He nodded.

You beamed at him. “Save me a seat in the front row?”

“Reserved and ready to go.”

You’d never been to a show quite like this. You’ve been to book readings by local authors but what Namjoon had put together was an incredible collective of local poets and artists. As if last night’s performance at the bar with his friends didn’t already impress you, this afternoon had you on your knees.

The last artist on stage, Min Yoongi’s piece was so raw, so real - you felt it in your bones. He was the person that Namjoon was speaking with when you first came in. And at the end of his performance, he promoted another event he’d be performing at as well, and you made sure to make note of it.

The crowd clapped and cheered for Yoongi as he stepped off, and Namjoon stepped up to the mic. He let out a nervous chuckle when someone in the crowd screamed his name. You guessed he had fans - but who wouldn’t be a fan? Namjoon checked off many boxes on your list, and you wondered how many he’d keep checking off.

“Thanks for coming out, my little Moonchildren. So, originally I planned to perform something else, but when inspiration hits, you gotta go with it, right?” he let out another chuckle, and the crowd agreed. “I, uh, stayed up too late writing this and prepping all morning, so I hope you guys like it.”

Is this love

Is this love

Sometimes I know

Sometimes I don’t

There are words circulating around me

But none feels like how I feel

I can just feel it

Like the moon surely rises after the sun rises

Like fingernails grow,

Like the trees undress themselves layer by layer when the winter comes

That you are the one who will give meaning to my memories

That you are the one who will make a person into a love

Before knowing you, my heart was only filled with straight lines only

I’m just a human, human, human

You erode all my edges

And make me love, love, love

We are humans, humans, humans

Among those countlessly many straight lines

My love, love, love

When we sit gently on it, it becomes a heart

I live so I love

I live so I love

Live and love

Live and love

If it’s love, I will love you

Namjoon stared directly into your soul when he emphasized the last line. Were you the inspiration for this piece? You couldn’t be, right? You’d briefly met the man, so there’s no way this could be about you. Unless he was in the same situation and was also completely smitten by a stranger he had fucked in a bathroom bar.

Yejin nudged you, leaning in. "Future boyfriend has a way with words."

After hearing him speak, only heart eyes came from you, like in those old cartoons where the main character has completely fallen head over heels. The simplicity and complexity of his words, the playfulness in his voice, and the way he was able to paint a beautiful story within a matter of minutes were impressive, to say the least.

“If you don’t fuck him again, I will,” Yejin snickered.

“Shut up,” you spat at her. It took everything in your power not to jump up on stage and give everyone a show. You were feeling hot and bothered, wanting to ask if you had any part inspiring what he had just performed. Though, it’d be embarrassing if you asked and it was about someone else.

Both you and Yejin stuck around after the crowd dwindled. You introduced Yejin to Namjoon, making it known to him that you weren’t lying about having a friend come with you. Namjoon asked if you wanted to hang out with him while he finished cleaning up. Yejin made the excuse of ‘being tired’ and would call a taxi home so that you could use the car. Shameless, as she was devising an agenda for you.

The last of Namjoon’s employees left, and you didn’t mind helping him - it gave you more time to get to know him without the getting naked part.

“You were pretty amazing on stage tonight. A bit intimidating, if I may say so myself.”

Namjoon waved his hand. “Nah–that’s just something I do for fun. This, right here,” he pointed to the bookstore, “this is my baby, my moonchild. So, you have nothing to be afraid of–I won’t bite,” he teased.

You raised an eyebrow, kind of hoping he was a biter. “Not a biter, hmm?” you asked, setting down the towel in your hand and staring at him.

Namjoon walked over to you, looking broad and burly in his red t-shirt. You didn’t get to see much of him last night. His black turtleneck clung to his body, but you still wondered what the rest of his body looked like. Granted, you didn’t mind his cock at all.

His eyes darkened, raving over your eyes, nose, then down to your lips. “Can I kiss you?”

You chuckled. “I kind of think we’re past that point now.”

“Bestie…” Yejin glared when you walked in the door at 9 AM on a Sunday. “You need to tell me anything?”

You lifted the small white bag filled with donuts and the tray of coffee. “I brought you goodies,” you said with a cheesy smile.

Yejin waved you over to the couch. “Come on. Give me all the details,” she said, patting a spot next to her.

After telling Yejin in detail what you and Namjoon did after the bookstore event, you found yourself very horny reliving it.

“Who knew you’d be into spanking?” Yejin laughed. “And cockwarming.”

“Right? Who the hell am I? And to be fair, many of the guys I’ve been with have been very vanilla, and Namjoon is just on a whole other level,” you groaned, lulling your head back.

The past two days have been more than satisfactory. You’d been whining and complaining about not finding a guy, but one suddenly drops in your lap, and you’re scared it’s too good to be true. Even the conversation you had with him after sex at his goddamn bookstore made you want to squirm. You learned he was obviously already intelligent but funny and a bit of a dork, which you supposed was needed to throw off the hot and sexy.

“Yejin,” you propped your head back up, and she hummed, turning to you. “You’d tell me if I was moving too fast, right?”

“Bestie…I love you, and you deserve to be happy. Remember…the only thing holding yourself back is you, and honestly, who cares if the two of you didn’t meet in a ‘natural way’, that’ll be a part of your love story.”

You didn’t want to admit it, but Yejin was right. Who cares if you and Namjoon had a perfect love story? That’s the beauty of love, really. It happens in a variety of ways.

Later that day, you bucked up the courage to go down to Moonchild Books + Cafe to see Namjoon again for the third day in a row. One might call you obsessed, but that’s because you might be just a smidge.

You walked in with a whole ass speech prepared, ready to confess only a few days worth of getting to know one another. But that’s what love does to you, right? Makes you do things you normally would never do.

Unbeknownst to you, Namjoon was also prepped with a speech. He wasn’t expecting to see you again so fast, but he did not mind it one bit.

“Hey, can we talk?”

“Sure, we can go to my office.”

Walking through the hallway to his office, you continued to mentally prepare to confess your feelings. You were also ready to be rejected because, who knows, you could be making a fool of yourself.

The pair of you sat on his brown leather sofa, facing one another. Namjoon flashed a thin smile, waiting for you to speak, but was only met with silence.

“I like you—”

To your surprise, he blurted out the same thing as you. The pair of you laughed at the sudden declaration. So really, you had nothing to worry about because he was probably just as nervous as you.

“You like me?” you asked sheepishly.

Namjoon chuckled. “I know it seems crazy because we barely know each other, but I would love the chance to get to if you’d like.”

You covered your mouth as you laughed. “Oh my god. I literally came here with a whole speech prepared, and I couldn’t even spit it out. But yes, I feel the same way. I know how we met was unconventional, but honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He shuffled closer to you on the leather sofa, lips curving into a smile, his hand cupping your cheek. “Me too.”

[sorisooyaa]

Body Swap - June 21st

Characters and Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield and Thranduil / Thorin x Wife!Reader

Movie: The Hobbit

Taglist: @fizzyxcustard​ @lathalea

AN: Ok, Thorin, Thrandy plz don’t come at me, this was just a joke!! Love you both!! 😂 @i-did-not-mean-to​ this is what I meant Angel! Also, I’m sorry no graphic for this, and I’m really busy for the next few days. Ok bye bye, Haldir is whining for my attention again! 😂 - Haldir: Shalini! Get off that thing and look at me chasing my tail or I will chew your slippers again!

“It suits you!” You winked mischievously at your husband. His eyes flashed at you, the icy colour sending chills down your spine.

“I feel very uncomfortable that the fact you like me in this wretched figure, dear wife,” Thorin grumbled. You had to admit, it was odd hearing your husband’s voice fall from the elven king’s lips.

“Who are you calling wretched figure, Oakenshield!” The shouting from the other side of the room made you almost throw your head back in laughter. It greatly amused you; the once tall regal elven king now standing in the body of a dwarf to assert dominance, “If anything you should be grateful, to be blessed for the chance to wear a body so gifted and crafted by the eyes of Eru Ilúvatar.”

“I feel disgusted to have the body of a traitor,” Your husband growled out as you rolled your eyes. You placed a hand gently on his shoulder- or well, Thranduil’s shoulder. As amusing as all this was, it was uncomfortable to suddenly address your king and husband within the body of King Thranduil. The touch of velvet silks underneath your fingertips was not welcoming, nor was it, loving as the leather your husband always wore.

You have heard the fairytales from your own world before, the enchantment of the glass slippers, the curse of a rose, the darkened taste of death from a red apple, to possess the body of an animal and many others, though this, here, was truly something you never thought you would have ever come across. But your husband was within a world where magic flowed with free will, and dangerous curses lurked on the horizon. To be honest, this really, shouldn’t surprise you too much, compared to the many other things you have seen and heard (thanks to that certain wizard with tall pointed grey hat).

“You both do realise this is your own fault?” You stressed out, now strengthening your voice to overthrow them both.

“Pray tell, strange little human, how so is this our fault?” The elven king mocked from within your husband’s body. ‘Strange little human,’ well it was a nickname that started from your initial meeting with his crazy, big, giant tallness!

It wasn’t your fault the humans from your world were in the height range of dwarves. The elven king couldn’t believe you were a human during that first meeting while on the quest to reclaim Erebor.

“Both of you, as per usual, argued non-stop!” Your eyes twitched ever so slightly with each word, every little fight between these two- you swear, sometimes you just wanted to suffocate the both of them.

“I sent you both for a bonding trip, and you come back with some odd curse?” You groaned out, wanting to facepalm yourself for ever thinking this was a good idea. Maybe you should have listened to Balin’s warning, then you wouldn’t have screeched at the sound of Thranduil’s voice from inside your bed chambers, the one you shared with Thorin.

You had however whipped yourself around to find the body of your husband, but he grunted his disapproval of anything and everything he found. You had to listen to a whole speech from Thranduil as you made your way over to Mirkwood about how offensive of a treatment this was.

At times you felt like pulling your own hair out in the middle of these two, but you accepted your fate.

“I don’t know why, I agreed to this stupid ordeal!” Thranduil’s grunted, his voice falling from Thorin’s lips.

“That’s because I promised to give back your precious necklace, you moron! Now, shut up, and think about what happened on your so-called walking trip!” You almost screamed at the elven king, now having enough of his attitude.

The glare you received was familiar, the features of Thorin’s beautiful face moulding together to wear the emotion, but the person was different. You saw it through the eyes... because even if your husband was ever mad at you, he would not let you receive the full heat of his anger, a simple gaze from you or the touch of your skin on his would be enough to melt it all away.

“I do not remember meeting anyone,” Thranduil hissed out, you knew his patience was running out faster than the current of the river just outside, “Except that odd-looking elderly lady on the road on whom that stupid dwarf made a rude remark about and it had angered her!”

You raised an eyebrow, that sounded more like a Thranduil thing, than a Thorin thing.

“You wretched fool! That was you!” Thorin barked at him. Sometimes you actually felt like you were stuck in a nursery, with two of the naughtiest kids known to mankind!

“Thorin, honey, just wait,” You tried to cool how the rising anger within your husband, “An odd-looking elderly lady?”

“Yes, why does it matter?” Honestly, at times like these, you understood why Thorin would often speak out wanting to meet his fist to the elven king’s jaw until it was out of place. But you rather whack him in the head with his own berry-filled crown, though you couldn’t, even though you desperately wanted to, because it was your husband’s body that would receive the damage.

“You idiotic king of these stupid trees!” You whined, running a hand over your face, “For all, we know, that elderly old lady whose appearance you mocked about could have been a wicked witch!”

When a look of realisation passed over the faces of both kings, you rolled your eyes and let out a laugh.

“Then... what do we do now?” Your husband spoke, with a frown Thranduil’s features. For a second, you thought, if Thranduil wasn’t an ellon but a human, like yourself from your world, he would have been probably been concerned over the wrinkles frowns and smiles caused. You covered your mouth trying to keep in a laugh as you imagined Thranduil as a version of Victoria Beckham.

“Amrâlimê?” Thorin questioned at your sudden giddiness.

“I will tell you later, husband,” You promised him with a wink.

“For now we must find a cure for... all this,” You gestured vaguely at them in whole.

“How do we break this curse?” Thranduil made himself known again, of course, he couldn’t stay quiet for too long.

“You both kiss!”

The snap of their alarmed shocked faces towards you made you throw your head back in laughter until you were holding onto your stomach in stitches and tears dwelled in your eyes.

“Y/N!” Thorin grunted at you.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” You said, still laughing, “Let us find this elderly lady then. Unless... you two are actually willing to kiss!”

“Absolutely not!”

“I would rather die!”

You giggled as they answered you quickly with strong disapproval.

“Alright then, let us go find this witch. Maybe she’s the wicked witch of the west in middle earth?” You hummed, nostalgically, remembering the fairytale of Dorothy and her ruby red slippers.

You laughed at the confused expression on their faces, “I will tell you the story on the way!”

[writtenonreceipts]

Happy October!! 🎃 Very excited for spooktober, how about some Elorcan sass:

“We only have to make it until sunrise, which is… 7 hours away.”

Happy October nonny! thanks for sending this in!

My sick-adled brain wanted to keep drawing this out into further nonsense but nyquil finally had her say and we're backing away real carefully in the hopes that this is somewhat good...

warnings: none? ~4k words

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Hauntings and Happenstance

Leaves skittered across the ground as the wind picked its way through the trees.  Huge cedar trees towered overhead and blocked out the inky black sky.  The past few days of rain and fog dominated the weather patterns, and that night was no different.  The clouds barely broke enough to offer a window to the deep crescent of the moon.  Pale silver light attempted to illuminate the forest, but the heavy bulk of the clouds ate whatever light they could.

The subtle scrape of the leaves and cool glow of light were soothing to Elide.  She’d always loved autumn with its changing colors and weather.  Especially when she had an active excuse to continue drinking hot apple cider or hot chocolate all day every day.  Now, however, her hands were empty except for her flashlight.  The stiff chill dug into her fingers making Elide plow one hand into her pocket and the other gripped the light.  It really was a cool night, with the covered sky and promise of more rain.  

Elide walked through the old Terrasen cemetery, she had a giant backpack on one shoulder and an even bigger duffel bag on the other.  A girl needed her snacks and blankets if she were going to stay in a haunted house this close to Halloween.

She’d long had a fascination with the cemetery and had quite honestly jumped at the opportunity to explore it further.  It had been abandoned back in 1856 on account of accidental double burials.  Which had then amounted to a resurgence of omen watching for any and every bad deed.  It also didn’t help that Terrasen had been known for a serial killer too—who supposedly was the caretaker of the cemetery back in ‘56.

Terrasen had far too many skeletons in its closet.

The flashlight she held did a poor job at lighting the narrow trail that curved along the back of the cemetery.  Late autumn fog began to condense before her and shape into the shrubbery that was trying to take over any space it could find.  Elide sipped her cider, which was growing cold.  Maybe she should have brought another blanket.  But her backpack had already been growing full and she thought snacks might be more important than—

The snap of a twig behind her had Elide spinning around.  The beam of her flashlight intercepted a hulking shape coming towards her.  A shape she instantly recognized.

“You asshat!” Elide yelled. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

In two long strides Lorcan Salvaterre leveled up with her, a smirk dancing on his mouth.  He easily took her duffel bag from her despite her glares.

“Isn’t that the idea of this plan?” he asked. “Which by the way has to be the stupidest thing you’ve done.”

She scowled at him and turned around, doing her best to walk quickly.  Lorcan of course kept stride.

“If you think it’s so stupid, why are you here?” she retorted. “Doesn’t Maeve have that party tonight?”

“You think I’d let you do this alone?” Lorcan brushed an errant branch out of his face.  He was so tall that even the recently beaten back shrubs still got in his way.  

She cut him a sharp smile. “Didn’t know you cared so much, Salvaterre.”

The night was quiet around them, save for a few skittering animals in the fallen leaves and other debris on the forest floor.  The silence, of course, made it easier for her mind to wander.  Because first and foremost, Lorcan was here.  She hadn’t even realized he’d known what she was doing tonight.

Her crush was stupid, she knew.  Lorcan was older with a brooding sort of attitude.  He was the type of guy who didn’t care what others thought of him and made certain they knew it too.  

Somehow over the last year and a half, Elide and Lorcan had formed a little friendship separate from everyone else.  He’d been held back in high school for skipping so often that Elide had managed to, somehow, get to know him better than anyone else. 

“I’m not going to let you get yourself killed, Elide,” Lorcan said.

Another twig snapped beneath their feet.  Though, it was nearly drowned out by the low growl of thunder overhead.  Hell.  Hopefully that was just a little threat and not a promise of something to come.

“You do realize the house isn’t actually haunted, right?” she asked. “I’m just doing this for extra credit in my cultural anthropology course.”

According to local legend, the old caretaker house had fallen to shambles after a series of mysterious murders swept through the down.  Murders that had been committed by the caretaker himself.  Now, the old house and cemetery were left alone, to disappear into both memory and the once vibrant forest.  For her class, Elide was going to write a paper on how the legend had been mixed and convoluted through the years.

“I know it’s not haunted,” Lorcan scoffed, “but there’s probably some dumbass who thinks it’s funny to play pranks on people like you—”

“Like me?”

“Who walk into situations they don’t belong in.”  Lorcan cast her a dark look at that, only emphasized from the shadows of the night.

Elide let out a laugh and bumped his shoulder.  Her heart thumped just a little faster, which she ignored.

“Are you worried about me now?” she teased. “It’s just a haunted house, Lorcan.”

“You’re impossible,” was all Lorcan said.

“I am impossibly delightful,” she corrected, waving her flashlight in his face.

And then to punctuate her words—it started to rain.  Big, fat drops fells from the sky and startled her out of whatever bit of teasing he’d been about to embark on.  Blinking rapidly, Elide looked up to the sky.  The canopy of trees blocked most of the heavy onslaught of rain, but it would only be a matter of time before they got soaked.

“Son of a—” Lorcan muttered.  He glanced at her, trails of rain already slipping down his face. “Seriously, Lochan?”

Elide grinned. “Scared of a little rain, Salvaterre?”

She adjusted the strap of her backpack and picked up her pace.

In a matter of minutes, they came to a small cobbled path that led through overgrown blackberry bushes and ferns.  The house was slumped to one side, the roof curved with some unknown weight.  Though, Elide imagined that in the light of day she would see heavy strings of moss hanging from the eaves of the house and the molded cross-beams sagging in age.

The porch, missing several sections of wood, wound around the perimeter of the house.  Ivy curled around the railing until it nearly consumed any bit of wood left over.  The rain only added to the ambiance of an abandoned home.

Elide picked her way to the front door, careful of any rotted-out pieces in the flooring.  The front door had been replaced on more than one occasion, as was evidenced by the shiny new padlock and set of chains strapped to the framework.

Shrugging, Elide held her flashlight out to Lorcan who approached from behind.  Despite his large form, he barely disturbed the porch.

“Hold this,” she said.

Lorcan took the light. “You got the key to this place?”

“Uh,” she said, digging around in her backpack.  Elide pulled out the lock and pick Manon had given her for her birthday last year. “Not exactly.”

“Dammit, Lochan,” Lorcan said, “did you get permission to come out here?”

“Where would the fun in that be?”  

Lorcan continued to mutter oaths under his breath, though he kept the flashlight trained on the padlock.  Elide worked in that steady stream of light, sticking the pick and hook in the lock and finding the tumblers.  The police department really needed to up their game if they wanted to keep trespassers out of the old home.  In a matter of minutes, the lock popped open and the chains fell to the floor.

The door creaked open and a puff of stale air saturated with moss and age greeted them.  Elide grinned triumphant.  And Aelin had said she wouldn’t even make it in the front door.

 Ha!

Elide grabbed the flashlight from Lorcan and stepped into the house.  Immediately, the rain ceased and it felt a fraction drier.

Cobwebs draped from the ceiling in thick billows.  Dust hung in the light lazily, only disturbed when Elide walked past.  She swung the light around to every corner noting everything.  The small chandelier overhead hardly seemed like enough to light the house.  Sconces were set up along the walls, though they were long empty of any candlewick.  One doorway led off into a tiny kitchen that held only a wood stove.  The other room was full of old furniture and smelled like mice had taken over.

Elide spun in a slow circle around the living space.  Outside there was the subtle thrum of rain pattering on the roof.  It wasn’t as big a storm as they usually saw this time of year.  As she moved around the cabin, her steps creaked beneath her and an owl gave a hoot from its perch in the trees.

“Is that it?” Lorcan asked.  He hovered near the door. “Can we go now?”

“Are you scared?” Elide raised a brow. “The great Lorcan Salvaterre taken down by a haunted house?”

He rolled his eyes at her, unamused.

In the last two years of knowing him—Elide had become very aware of who Lorcan was.  She’d gotten to know him in detention, because even if he had been held back to repeat senior year, he still preferred getting into trouble.  And then during football games, parties, and random sneak outs—he’d always been there. Somehow, they’d become friends.  And somehow, she’d let her little crush take root in her chest.

All of this was very unhelpful, because they were friends.  At least, she considered him one.  He’d been the only one to express real interest in this plan of hers to explore the old caretaker's house.  They were friends and he didn’t see anything beyond that.

Elide cleared her throat and kept talking.

“Legend says, I have to stay the night if I’m going to have any chance of meeting a spirit,” Elide said.  She gestured to the duffel bag he’d taken from her. “Hence the blankets and snacks.”

Sighing, Lorcan finally entered the house and wedged the door shut behind him.  Without the padlock and chains to keep it in place, the door slanted open near the top.  Lorcan frowned up at it.

Elide blinked at him.  “Whatcha doing?”

“I’m not leaving you in the middle of nowhere alone, Lochan,” he said. “I already said that.  Now, please tell me you have something other than a Ouija board to keep us occupied tonight.”

“You’re impossible,” she said.  She dropped down and pulled her down sleeping bag from the backpack along with a few sealed Tupperware of veggies.  The duffel had the chocolate.

Lorcan scoffed. “I’m not the one who decided to have a slumber party on death row.”

He cast another dark look around the room, stooping to avoid running into a bean that ran across the cabin.  He came to sit beside her in the middle of the floor and offered the duffel up for her.

“Its research thank-you very much,” she replied. “Go ahead and unload that, it’s just got more blankets and water.  Don’t touch my chocolate stash.”

Lorcan did as he was told, pulling out two blankets and the giant two-gallon jug of water.  He stared between her and the contents.

“How did you carry all this up here?”

“What just because I’m a woman?”

“You’re five-foot nothing with even less meat on your bones than a rabbit.”

Elide stared at him. “I’m going to choose not to take offense to that as long as you hand over the chocolate now.”

“I’m just saying,” Lorcan began, holding the grocery sack of candy out, “I wouldn’t have expected you to handle all that.”

“Yeah right,” Elide muttered.  She was grateful for the shadows cast by the flashlight and that hopefully the flush rising in her cheeks was unnoticeable.  She tore into one of the chocolate bars and tossed him the veggies. “There, you can be the healthy one.”

And if she wasn’t mistaken, she could have sworn there was a flash of a smile on his lips.

They sat in silence for a few minutes with only the flashlight to illuminate the room.  The poor light was hardly helpful however and against her will, Elide found herself glancing off to the far corners of the cabin.  She knew it was silly.  The house wasn’t drafty and it seemed well enough intact that there shouldn’t be anything sneaking in.  Hopefully.

“What kind of extra credit assignment calls for all this?” Lorcan asked.  He nibbled on a carrot slice un-enthusiastically as he looked around the cabin.

“Anthro exists on a whole other plain,” Elide said. “The professor doesn’t really care what we do as long as we don’t give him any grief.  And no one else seemed interested in this, so I figured why not.”

“Why not indeed,” Lorcan mused. “You just choose chaos at any chance you get.”

Elide threw her half-eaten candy bar at him, which Lorcan caught with ease.  Damn him.  He only grinned and took a bite of the chocolate before leaning back on an elbow to stare up at the darkened ceiling.

“Y’know,” he began, but a soft snuffling cut him off followed by a series of creaks and groans from the porch outside.

Elide sat up straighter and went for her phone.  She’d planned on getting a few recordings or pictures to show for her efforts.  And she knew, of course, that it was probably an animal out there but--

“Let’s go see,” she said.  

“What?” Lorcan snatched out a hand and snagged her wrist. “We are not going to do that.”

“Oh come on,” Elide insisted.  She tried shaking him off, but his grip was tight. “It’s probably a mouse or something.”

The snuffling got louder and the aged wood outside squeaked with the distinct hint of splinters.  Perhaps it was not a mouse.  By now the rain had lightened up a bit, so it wouldn’t be surprising if there were other animals coming out of their hovels.  But she wanted to make this little adventure worthwhile and just catching images of Lorcan—no matter how satisfying—wouldn’t really help her in her search for extra credit.

“Or it could be something not so friendly,” Lorcan said.  He didn’t loosen his hold on her, but his voice was softer than it usually ever was.

Elide scowled. “I could be missing my chance to catch footage of a ghost, you know.”

“Or missing the chance to get rabies.”

Lorcan held her gaze for long enough that the noise outside faded.  Huffing, Elide settled back down and finally managed to pull her arm away from him.

“You never did answer my question,” she said.  She pulled a deck of playing cards from the backpack and began shuffling the deck.  She’d been content to play a one woman round of solitaire, but if he was going to insist on staying they could play poker.  It had been a while since she’d kicked his ass at it.

“What question?” he asked, tucking the now empty candy wrapper in the duffle bag.

“Why you’re here,” Elide said.  “You didn’t have to come.  I just texted the group so you’d stop bothering me about going to Maeve’s party.”

Maeve had been a miserable part of Elide’s life ever since starting college that September.  The older girl was relentlessly inserting herself into situations and inviting Lorcan out on “study dates.”  She used to have her claws latched onto Aelin, until the blonde nearly bit Maeve's head off a few weeks ago.  Unfortunately, the girl did know how to throw a party and given how midterms had sucked the life out of everyone it had seemed like a good idea to go.

But Elide still clung to one thread of sanity to know that being anywhere near Maeve while harboring a crush against Lorcan was the stupidest thing she could do.

“I didn’t want to go to Maeve’s party either,” Lorcan said.  He was leaning back on his elbows again and the shadows cast from the flashlight illuminated angles of his face she’d never noticed before. 

“You didn’t want to go to Maeve’s party?” Elide asked in disbelief. “Her family owns the country club and has enough fancy booze to keep the entire city sated.  She may be a bitch, but she knows how to have a good time.”

Lorcan barked out a laugh. “I didn’t know you felt so strongly, Lochan.”

Ignoring the blush that rose to her cheeks, Elide kept shuffling the cards.  She couldn’t bring herself to deal them out and invite him to play another little game with her.

Games with the likes of Lorcan were easy enough—don’t back down, keep a sharp tongue, and never apologize.  But it was moments like this when she kept making eye contact and kept fighting a blush that she had trouble remembering those little rules.  She wasn’t going to survive the night.

Lorcan held her gaze now, though, firm and steady.  

“I don’t like Maeve,” Elide finally said.  “She’s never bothered to talk to me, so why should I seek out her approval?”

That got her another smile.  

“Makes sense,” he replied, “why waste time on something that’s not worth it in the end?”

“Exactly.”

Outside, a gust of wind howled and rain slanted against the side of the cabin.  Something heavy thudded against the far wall sending a shudder through each of the beams and floor.  

Elide couldn’t help but shudder.  She wasn’t scared, of course, but sometimes she didn’t do too well during storms.

“Did the caretaker murder men or women?” Lorcan asked as dust spun in the glow of the flashlight. “Just so I know if I need to start running yet.”

“There’s no ghost,” Elide told him.

“You’re shaking,” he pointed out.

Indeed, she was.  Elide ignored it and began dealing out the cards to distract herself.  

“Seven card draw,” she said, “jokers are wild.”

“Weird way to play go-fish,” Lorcan muttered as he arranged his card.

“We’re playing poker,” she corrected.

Lorcan stared at her over his card. “Hell no, I’m not stupid enough to play poker against you.  And don’t give me that innocent I don’t know what you’re talking about look, it won’t work.”

He’d pitched his voice an octave in clear mockery of her.  Elide threw another candy bar at him. “I don’t sound like that!”

Lorcan only laughed, letting the candy bar bounce off his chest.

The wind continued.  And with the way Elide and Lorcan played—ruthless with no holding back—go-fish turned into a near bloody battle.  They ultimately called a truce after six rounds, three each.

“Tie-breaker!” Elide ordered, gathering the cards back up.

Lorcan groaned and fell on his back. “You said that last time.  How long are we staying here?”

“We only have to make it until sunrise,” she said and glanced at her watch, “which is seven hours away.”

“Seriously, woman?” Lorcan sat up enough to glare at her and Elide only smirked.

“Worried about missing your beauty sleep?”

“No, I’m worried about what this floor will do to my back.”  He sat up if only to glare at the offending matter.

“C’mon,” she said, “let's spread the blankets out.”

In a matter of seconds, they had the first two blankets spread out as a mat.  It would be a little better than laying on the bare floor.  Another gust of wind from outside, this one managing to ease through the nooks and crannies of the cabin.

Elide shivered. “I forgot how cold it gets out here.”

“You take the sleeping bag,” Lorcan said.

“I’m not letting you freeze to death.”

“Do you suggest we snuggle then?”

“Are you that touch starved that even the thought of snuggling has you sneering?”

They glared at each other from across the stretch of blankets.  Elide broke first and began to fully unzip the sleeping bag so it spread out completely. 

“You get one side, I get the other,” she said, “and remember, you’re the one who decided to join me out here.”

Lorcan rolled his eyes, toeing off his boots. “The ghost killed men and you’re just biding your time, aren’t you?”

“Please, if I wanted to get rid of you, I would have by now.”  The words were out before she could really process them herself, but Lorcan, it seemed, missed the implication hidden behind them.  Good.  She wouldn’t make it through the rest of the night if he started teasing her.

They settled down beneath the sleeping back with a good six inches between them.  There was a draft on Elide’s outer side, but she didn’t want to risk snuggling into Lorcan.  So she kept ramrod straight and clicked off the flashlight.

It was perfectly silent now.  Not even the little gusts of wind outside seemed to register anything in Elide.  She could hear the wood of the cabin settling and the occasional scuttle of a mouse off in one corner.  She tried not to think about that too closely.  Everything had settled into a lull that she almost thought Lorcan had fallen asleep beside her.

“I don’t like Maeve either,” he said into the darkness. “Don’t like that party scene, too.  It’s what got me into a mess in High School and I just managed to get all that behind me.”

Elide knew--mostly--what his high school years had been like.  Too many parties, not enough studying.  He would either flunk tests for not knowing the material or flunk because he was suspended.  For a while, Elide had thought there was nothing more to Lorcan Salvaterre than drunken nights and wasted DNA.

And boy, how she was wrong.

“So coming out to a haunted house behind a cemetery is how you decide to change your ways?” she turned toward him, just enough to catch the shake of his head.

“Well I’d like to think I helped prevent you from doing anything stupid,” he said.

“You failed on that when you let me pick the lock to the front door.”

Lorcan shifted closer to her and Elide could just make out the glint in his eyes.

“You are full of surprises, you know?”

Elide shrugged, finally feeling herself relax a little. “It’s what keeps things interesting.”

“Menace,” Lorcan muttered.

Elide reached out beneath the blanket to poke his side, earning a curse.

…

Somewhere along the way of their scattered conversations—they fell asleep.  Elide would never be able to explain how—considering the wind outside, the surety of mice and spiders crawling on the floor, and the guarantee of haunting of some sort happening—but sleep did fall over them.

And when she woke up to the pale streams of dawn, Elide found that she wasn’t freezing or covered in rodent bites.  Rather, she was tucked against Lorcan’s side, snug against his chest.  One of his arms fell around her waist, the other stretched over head.  She was nestled in so close that she could smell his cologne mingling with his natural scent.  She might have only gotten six hours of sleep, but it was the best damn rest she’d had in a long time.

Not good.  Not good. Not even remotely good.  Elide shifted, ready to roll back to her side of the makeshift bed.  Lorcan’s arm tightened around her keeping her firmly in place.  Which, sure wasn’t the worst thing in the world.  But this was also Lorcan.

She paused for a minute thinking about how her extra credit assignment was going to go if she admitted to a night of snuggling up beside one of her closest friends. 

Oh hell.  Her friend who she had a crush on.

Elide squinted up at Lorcan, his usually harsh face softening in his sleep.  How different he looked like this, more open and relaxed.  Closing her eyes, she let herself drift back off to sleep.  She would let her self worry about the ramifications of this later.

...

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[morganwrites12672]

Steve Harrington x Hargrove Reader

*ALL THE PAIN YOU CAUSE*

I will be doing multiple of this. They all happen in the same universe. Can be read in any order.

**

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The air was cold. It smelled faintly of Steve. His apple scented conditioner, the faint smell of your perfume from spending many nights tangled together.

You see him sitting up getting ready to sneak back out. Billy would kill Steve if he found out you two were sharing a bed under the same roof as him.

"Don't go, steviiieeee," you drawl out, sleep lacing your voice.

"If we get caught," he whispers.

"If my dad or billy walks in, you roll under the bed and let me handle it," you assure.

He mumbles an 'I don't like this' before slipping under the covers.

His strong arms wrap around your small figure. Deposits being smaller than billy your punches hurt more. A lot more. Your actions were still fueled by anger. You just thought them out. You had also spent hours training with Billy. It had helped you figure out how to beat a larger oponent.

You were tall and lanky. As most people described you. Only half an inch shorter than your brother.

All of the Hawkins if going to get murdered by mind flayer had finally cooled down. In starcourt battle, you had almost died. You pushed Billy out of the mind flayers reach and took the blunt force.

Since then Billy has been even more overprotective.

**

3.09 am that's what keeps blinking on your alarm clock. You feel Steve pressed into your side. His strong arms now wrapped around your waist. Face hidden in your neck as he softly snores.

You lay there as someone enters the room.

You assume it's Max since you didn't hear the perpetrator.

Billy. "Sorry, if I woke you," he mumbles almost sitting on Steve. Thank God he is a heavy sleeper. "You're okay," he says before mumbling a thank god.

"And I always will be,"

"Yn," steve says catching Billy's attention.

Steve wakes up and mumbles a shit as he runs the sleep out of his eyes.

"Yn, what is he doing. In your bed," Billy asks trying to keep his temper.

"His parents are out of town and I couldn't spend the night over there so I compromised. I can keep both of you assholes safe this way," you state.

"You don't have to protect me, I'm not the one doing stupid shit," billy says.

"Mind flayer," you spit back.

"And Harrington, if you intend on living to see tomorrow I would keep your mouth shut," you say glaring at Steve.

"Just, please behave," billy says before leaving.

Steve goes back to his previous position as you two drift off to sleep together.