#because I adore them both and might write more for them tomorrow

[justwonder113]

Showering Hyunjin with affection

Bang Chan; Lee Know; Changbin; Han; Felix; Seungmin; IN;

Summary: you just had to show your drama queen of a boyfriend how much you love him. word count:2.5k

Warning: lot's of kissing, reader is gender neutral, both of them are whipped, appearance of 3racha, predebut Han almost making an entrance, Hyunjin is drunk and a drama queen, overall soft stuff. Please tell me if I missed something

A/N- I'm back with another fic, this took me a while but I'm kinda really satisfied with it, I really hope you all like it. I will try to write the next part as soon as I can. I wanna finish these series as soon as I can, first of all because I'm all excited and can't wait, also I'm excited to try out new tropes, I was thinking of challenging one bed trope after this, with various different dynamics. The requests are open, if you want me to write something I'll gladly accept the challenge. Also feel free to share your thoughts with me, I absolutely adore interacting with y'all. If you like my work you can buy me coffee🩷

After sighing for the nth time you finally forced yourself to turn off the shitty netflix show you were watching to spend time. You had nothing to do and were bored out of your mind, but not to that context to sit through another minute of this. It was almost 3 am and any normal person would be asleep by now, but here you were wide awake, feeling nothing remotely close to sleepiness.

You sat up straight after laying for couple of hours and boy you regretted it. The dizzy spell you got was nothing to joke with, maybe you should check your iron levels. Also your poor muscles felt so sore you would surely feel all stiff tomorrow. Your back was killing you, and, not to be dramatic but, you would marry anyone on the spot if they managed to massage the knots out. It was safe to say, you desperately needed some good spa day.

Speaking of marriage and partners, you were curious on how Hyunjin was doing. Even a mere thought of your amazing boyfriend bought a smile to your face. You couldn't believe you two were actually dating after pining over him for so many years. You sure were lucky tho, to have a sweetheart like him as your boyfriend. Your one year annivercary was coming soon and you couldn't surprise wait to surprise him. You've been planning everything for weeks now and you made sure everything would be perfect. Well you had to share some of your plans with him, so that you could plan your day together but you still had major card up your sleeve and you were sure he would lose his mind when you showed it to him. Two days, you only had to wait for two days.

You couldn't help but sigh, you missed him so much. Even though you saw him two days ago it felt like centuries had passed. This boy made you feel so many so foreign emotions you were never sure you would get to or actually could experience. He always went above and beyond to make you feel like the most special and cherished person, and the fact that he also did so even before you two started dating each other. He was always so sweet and gentle with you. You always felt like a hero of a romance novel. Also you adored how being with him was so fun and exciting but at the same time bought peace to your heart and mind. You might be rushing into things but day by day, second by second you were convinced he was your soulmate, your other half.

A sudden buzzing of your phone startled you out of your daydream, you were curious who in their right mind was calling you at this hour.

Seeing the contact name had you even more confused. Why would Chan be calling you at 3 am? You knew the boys were out having fun night for themselves. Did something happen? You hoped he called you for other reasons, because it would really suck if their rare chance of having fun got ruined by something unplanned. You sure hoped everything was okay tho. Quickly as you could you grabbed your phone and answered it mentaly preparing yourself to hear anything Chan had to say.

Chan's call of your name bought you down to reality from another spiral of unnescesary thoughts.

"Hey Chan what's up?" You tried to sound as calm as you could.

Chan cleared his throat, "I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" You quickly denied it," no I'm awake, what's up? Is everything okay?"

Chan chuckled and it made you relax a little, so nothing bad had happened, "yeah, yeah everything's fine , nothing to worry about, it's just your boyfriend is getting a bit fussy." You couldn't help but mirror the last word, you heard Chan chuckle. "Yeah alcohol must've got to him. We were about to go home, but he refuses to cooperate. He says he wants to go at yours because he as he quotes "misses his baby so much he can't take it anymore!" He dragged the words mimicking your boyfriend, you couldn't help but chuckle.

"Where are you guys, I can come pick him up." You suggested while searching for your keys with your eyes.

"No, no it's okay, we can bring him at yours. Binnie and Han are with me too so I don't think it will be much trouble. I just couldn't knock some sense into him, I told him to call you but he said his phone died. At some point he even ran towards your house or that's what he thought I had to tackle him before he could get lost. I don't think he can tell left from right in this state" He paused for a second, you heard someone talking but you couldn't hear anything, " I'm getting off track sorry, so it's good to bring him at yours?" You were full on chuckling now, what a silly little man.

"Yeah, it's totally fine. I'm sorry he's being trouble."

"No it's fine, it's kinda endearing to see him this whipped. All he talked about was you and how amazing you are." Your cheeks hurt from smiling this wide, God, you loved that idiot. "Okay I won't bore you anymore, we'll be at yours soon."

"Okay I'm waiting."

After finishing the call you made sure you looked decent enough for your taste and that your apartment looked neat. You also prepared clothes for Hyunjin to change into from his drawer and some water and painkillers for tomorrow.

It didn't even take 20 minutes for the boys to arrive. The second you opened your door Hyunjin tackled you into a hug, almost knocking you over, thankfully Changbin and Chan caught you two before you could manage and break your necks. You giggled at your boyfriends eagerness, before frowning when you saw how swollen and red his eyes were. "What happened baby?" You cooed at him and moved his hair out of his face. Hyunjin sighed and hugged you again, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You heard collective sigh of boys and turned your attention to them, looking at them with confused eyes, hoping they would tell you what was up.

Han decided to break the silence-"don't worry he was just bawling his eyes the whole ride, crying how amazing and perfect you were and how there is no one like you." He said and rolled his eyes, you huffed out a laugh, you knew he had nothing against you, but he must have had enough of this. Hyunjin frowned and glanced at him, his hold on you tightened, you were not sure if he felt possesive or just couldn't keep himself straight. "You're just bitter cuz you're single!" Hearing your boyfriends grumble Han's eyes widened and for a second you were afraid predebut Han would return. "Oh I'm gonna beat his ass!" Han leaned in but Changbin held him back by his collar, Changbins gaze then turned to you and you noticed how tired he seemed. "Good luck, he's your headache now."

Chan looked at you" Do you need any help with anything?" You smiled at him and shook your head. "I can handle him. Do you guys wanna come in tho? Do you want something to drink?" After hearing the last word you could see all three of them shiver.

"We're fine. It's late too we better head home." Chan reassured you after glancing at Changbin and Han for their opinion.

"Okay, thanks again for bringin him. Tell me when you're home, it's really late."

You said your goodbyes and turned to hyunjin who looked at you with dazed, sparkling eyes. "Let's get you settled pretty boy." You took his hand and started leading him towards your bedroom. Hyunjin eagerly followed you, you were amazed how pliant he was being, usually he loved being a brat but he must have been too tired now to act so.

After helping Hyunjin get ready for bed, you quickly got changed too and got in bed next to him. turning to him you noticed that he looked at you with wide eyes, nowhere near sleepy now. You leaned in and removed hair from his forehead, "I thought you were sleepy baby." Hyunjin looked at you for a second or two and opened his arms, "wanna cuddle." His words were slurred but you still got what he meant, you smiled and immediately snuggled next to him his arms finding solace around you. Based on how content he looked, if he could he would start purring any second now. How was he so cute and lovable? You knew you were whipped for him but you could swear he looked extra yummy right now.

You spent couple of minutes like this, and based on his even breathing you were sure he was asleep now, but you were proved wrong when he huffed while glaring at you and then changed sides so that you were now facing his back. To be honest you were a bit dumbfounded.

"What's wrong sweetie?" You couldn't help but pry, you had no idea what could've brought this behavior from him. Hyunjin just huffed. You sighed for yourself, you had got to use the big guns. You leaned in closer, amused at how he tried to get away from your touch, as if he had much space to run off to, and soon, not really to your surprise you had him trapped in the corner of your bed. You wrapped your hand around his stiff body and leaned in closer so that you could sweetly whisper against his ear. " Please tell me what's wrong my love" you dragged his nickname as sweetly as you could knowing it made him weak in the knees, and it did break through him. Hyunjin sighed and laid on his back, you glued next to him, his lips were pouted and his eyes a little bit glossy, you rubbed his side to ease him into talking .

"You don't love me" he whined quietly, you expected to hear anything but this from him if you were honest. You blinked at him confused, trying to gather your thoughts, you were both perplexed and also hollering from laughter inside. He was so ridiculous sometimes. You took a deep breath and moved your fingers to play with his soft locks, Hyunjin immediately leaned into the touch.

"My love, I love you so much I don't think you can even comprehend it! What brought this up?" Your voice was soft, you wanted him to know how sincere you were. Hyunjin sighed and put his hand on your waist, successfully bringing you closer to him, your fingers migrated and now were gently scratching his nape. Hyunjin hid his face in the crook of your neck and quietly grumbled "you didn't kiss me even once since I got here, we haven't seen each other in a while tho." No matter how hard you tried you couldn't hold it in and started cackling, this adorable as hell drama Queen! He had you worried for nothing! You even thought for a second you did something wrong.

Noticing your shaking figure, Hyunjin looked up at you with doe eyes, and his pout deepened when he saw you that you were wholeheartedly laughing. "Stop laughing I'm talking from my heart here!" His comment made you laugh even harder. "I should've gone home, you hates me" noticing how sad he sounded you got reminded that he was drunk as hell and was feeling more fragile, you wondered tho if he would remember any of this in the morning? Was it too late to grab a camera? Pouty Hyunjin was adorable.

"I'm sorry my love, you know I love you the most." Hyunjin rolled his eyes, and you knew he was playing with you, his eyes glimmered with mischief, well, two could play this game. You lowered your voice so you sounded almost sultry "Why don't you let me prove my sincerity to you then? Are you gonna let me?" You carefully watched as Hyunjin's eyes widened for a second, the big gulp and careful nod of his head.

This was all the permission you needed, you leaned in and carefully sealed your lips together, your boyfriend basically melted against you. You just loved how soft and pillowy his lips were, you always felt like you could kiss him for eternity.

The kiss started out soft, with you gently caressing his lips, his hand firm on your waist, holding you as if you were going to go away. Everything went quiet, you could only see, smell, taste, feel, hear him and so much more, he was the center of your universe. It was just you two right now, you didn't care about anything else. You had one goal only and you were dedicated. Everything about him was driving you crazy, you were sure he couldn't even grasp what, or how much you were feeling.

Your kisses quickly deepened and apart from gasping for air from time to time you two were inseparable, like two magnets pulling on each other.

The second Hyunjin leaned back for a second for some air, you decided to continue your little attack on his jaw, then his cheeks, absolutely loving the feel of his soft skin on your lips, then came his forehead, his eyelids, his beautiful nose, his chin, his neck... You wanted to cover every inch of him in kisses, to show appreciation to whichever god or gods crafted him, to show appreciation that this walking perfection was yours, his soft sighs and whines making you go even crazier.

You littered every part of skin you could reach with kisses until your lips were so numb and buzzing you got afraid they would fall off. Although, it didn't sound that bad, knowing the last thing they did was to kiss the Hwang Hyunjin senseless.

Looking at him, he looked at you with so much love and adoration, his face and neck all flushed, his breathing was quick and shallow,his hair all disheveled, his beautiful hands held you so tightly, your heart started fluttering all over again. He looked absolutely breathtaking, you wished you could engrave this moment into your mind for eternity. You smiled at him and softly grazed his cheek. "Are you satisfied with my answer my precious?" Your voice was soft, Hyunjin gleamed at you and eagerly nodded his head, and the next thing you knew you were on your back on the bed, Hyunjin above you, hugging you as tight as he could, his lips softly kissing your collarbone. "Absolutely, I love you so much beautiful, you have no idea" he pressed another kiss on your neck and then your lips with so much love and passion you just knew your feelings were returned with the same passion and vigor.

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[all444miles]

can you do miles with and earthy black girl! Like I can see him wanting her nose rings, and accessories but don’t get me started on how he SIMPS for her waist beads. He loves seeing her at school with her hair wrap and locs and her lavender and coco sent, she’s a calm person to!

thank you so much for your AMAZING work God bless❤️❤️❤️❤️

— DOWN TO EARTH

— pairing: both miles' x black!earthy!fem!reader — genre: fluff — summary: what its like for both miles' to date an earthy girl ‹3 — a/n: quick note, the reader calls 1610 miles "bambi" as a nickname becuase he reminds her of a baby deer ‹3 (credits to my pookie for that !!) — a/n 2: I didn't know which miles you meant, so i just did both 😭 also pretend that brooklyn visions academy doesnt have a uniform.. i was tired writing this so im rlly rlly RLLLY sorry if this is bad but, i hope you like this, and enjoy !! ‹3

E-42 MILES

Miles loves being in your room. the smell of burning coconut incense, the look of your fairy lights, the small plants, it felt so chill, so peaceful. he liked that.

he always knows which incense you've used, and will pick up if you've changed them. He'll buy you some if you need any more.

"You got rid of the coconut incense? Mami, that one was my favorite." "Baby, I only have one pack left." "Oh? Aight, i'll buy you some tomorrow."

he'll never tell you, but if he misses you, he'll listen to your favorite songs that you'd always hum to yourself when you two are alone.

does he like Erykah Badu? Yes, yes he does. he'll listen to Green Eyes on his missions with his uncle whenever he gets the chance.

his uncle caught him once; one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.

"Kid, you listenin' Erykah Badu? Ian know you into allat." "Yo chill, it's only cuz my girl like her." "Mhm. You sure you my nephew or am I trippin?" "Tio, let's just roll."

he's loves to cuddle with you, especially cause you always smell like lavender. he won't let you go either.

"Miles, I gotta get some food." "Nuh, in a minute." "Hun, you done said that 2 minutes ago." "Exactly, in a minute. I like being here."

absolutely in love with your waist beads. he loves the jewllery you were (you both have matching necklaces), but your waist beads? goes absolutely crazy whenever you wearing a crop top and you have them on.

one time you two were at a beach and you wore them with your bikini, he might as well have fell in love with you all over again. bro has his hands on your waist the whoooleee time.

"Princesa, never take off your waist beads." "Why? You like 'em?" "¿Gustarme? Chica, Dios mío, estoy enamorada de ellos." (Like them? Girl, my god, i'm in love with them.) "Miles!" "What? I'm just appreciating my queen n her style, ion see no problem."

E-1610 MILES

Miles is obsessed, like, obsessed, with your style.

if you two live close, he'll style your locs and do your head wrap for you before school.

if not, he'll come to school excited to see your ootd. that is, as if you don't send them to him everyday before school.

"You look gorgeous in your outfit, amor." "Thank you Miles. You do know i already showed you it before school, right?" "So? It's always better to see my wife's outfits in person." "Bambi, you so corny."

he draws you, all the time. look through his sketchbook and you'll find drawings of his friends from the spider society, his uncle, and thousands of you.

Instead of doing what his twin does, when he misses you, he'll draw you. He misses you a lot.

"Baby, can I see your sketchbook?" "..Uhm, yeah! Sure." "You draw me? Awwe, that's so cute."

he loves how calm you are, he actually thinks of you as an angel the way you're so peaceful.

he thinks your nose rings are so gorgeous. if you let him pick which nose ring, he'll be so honored.

adores the fact you smell like lavender. he'll always lay his head into the crook of your neck because he loves your scent sm.

like his counterpart, he's so fascinated to your waist beads. like, he just thinks you look so beautiful with em. One time, you put his hands on your waist, he honestly didn't know what to do with himself.

"Mami, did you know I love your waist beads?" "Yes, bambi, i know." "Nah, but I loooovvveeeee them!" "Baby, i know!" "Like, I looooooooooooovvvvvvvveeeeee them!" "Love, please."

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[peachhcs]

a fic or blurb of ryan’s farewell party for will pls?!

charm bracelet

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

samy heads to boston after ryan begs her to fly out for will’s farewell party in hopes of reconciling things between the ex-couple (writing grace and samy’s dynamic was actually so fun because i’ve never wrote them before)

2.1k words

i got so carried away with this it wasn’t gonna be this long but it turned into a whole fic. the ending of this is a bit interpret how you want, but in my mind it’s them not completely ignoring one another, but they aren’t gonna talk it out for a long while. p.s. the baby grace and will photo i found is actually adorable!

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"please come?" ryan begged over the phone while samy sat at her desk pondering the offer he'd been trying to convince her of for the last twenty minutes. "if not for will, then for us? don't know when we'll see you if you aren't coming out to boston as often anymore," the brunette continued making samy feel even worse.

"hey, i'll still come to boston. i didn't just go for will, you know," the girl rolled her eyes slightly.

"then come out to see us. you don't even have to see will if you don't want. there will be enough people that you'll probably be able to avoid him," ryan kept persisting because 1. he knew samy still cared deep down and 2. she was their friends too and he knew the guys really wanted to see her again before school started back up.

"you're so annoying," she teased a bit making them both laugh. "i'll think about it, okay? i might have to be back at school, but i'll see."

"promise?"

"i promise," samy nodded and the two ended the call. when her phone found its place back on her desk, samy knew damn well already that she was completely free that weekend. she just didn't know if she could stomach potentially seeing will.

—

two weeks later, samy and her mom were on a plane to boston for the party. ellen was still very close to colleen and after being there for will his entire life, she wasn't missing this despite everything that's happened.

gabe and ryan drove into the city the day before to catch up with samy themselves. will didn't have much idea that the hughes were in town and probably wouldn't find out until tomorrow at the party.

"hey, hughesy," ryan greeted with a large smile. his arms quickly slid around the girl's frame in a tight hug before letting gabe take his turn.

"hi, it's good to see you guys again," samy grinned widely. she really did miss seeing them. it'd been since worlds that they were all together like this.

"i'm glad you came out. i didn't think you would," gabe admitted as the three sat at a small table waiting for the waiter to take their orders.

"i didn't think i was coming either, but i wanted to see you guys before school started and we'd get too caught up in everything," the brunette explained which made them smile.

"i can't believe school's gonna start again. feels like it just ended," gabe chuckled.

"don't remind me," ryan groaned earning more laughs from the other two.

the three quickly filled each other in on the things they missed. it felt like old times when everyone was in michigan together spending weekends sitting on a floor going back and forth with stupid little games. all of that felt like such simpler times because no feelings were involved. at least not any known feelings.

things settled a bit as samy and the boys ate their sandwiches they ordered and the topic shifted to one samy knew was gonna come up eventually.

"i don't know if i've said this to you, but will's a real idiot," gabe said quietly.

samy's jaw clenched a bit, "yeah, he is."

"have you..talked to him at all?" ryan wondered and the girl instantly shook her head.

"no and i don't really want to. i don't even know what i'd say to him or what he could say that would make me forgive him. he threw it all away and that really fucking hurts," samy admitted truthfully.

"right and you have every right to not wanna talk to him. he was an asshole for not trying to talk things out with you," gabe nodded in agreement.

"can i just say one thing though? i'm no way trying to defend anything that he said or did, but you gotta remember how will is with this kind of stuff sometimes. he says the wrong things when he's thinking something else. you guys were best friends above everything. you know him better than any of us probably. you really want to leave things on this note?" ryan said softly.

samy's gaze flicked away from the boys knowing ryan did have a small point in the back of her mind, but she wasn't ready to admit that. things were confusing and hard.

being back in boston had this pull on her. everything she's ever known came from michigan and boston—will being one of those things. he hurt her so badly, yet a really, really small part of her wanted to reach out.

"it doesn't matter anymore, ry. he meant what he said and even if he didn't wanna say it, he still did. i was basically worthless to him," samy couldn't though. her head overruled her heart knowing she needed to stand her ground because there was nothing more she could say to him.

—

will's entire house was packed with people. room to room, wall to wall, lawn to lawn—there were people everywhere. ryan wasn't wrong that samy could lose herself pretty easily into the crowd.

she hung outside a lot because out there she could escape anywhere if she saw will whereas inside could end up trapping her if she wasn't careful. she happily caught up with drew, aram, vote, and cutter who greeted her with bright smiles.

the idea of even being in the same proximity as will sent goosebumps down the girl's arms. her eyes were constantly flicking around as if she would see him turn some corner and make eye contact.

somehow, she managed to find a corner where it wasn't too crowded by the lawn chairs. the youngest hughes sat out on them just people watching when familiar locks of blonde hair started coming her way. for a moment, samy tensed, wondering how grace took the news about their breakup because she hadn't exactly talked to the oldest smith sibling since it happened.

"hey, samy," the older girl greeted warmly.

"hi, gracie," samy smiled, relaxing a bit when she saw the girl's smile.

"i'm happy to see you. it's been awhile," grace found a seat beside her for a moment while the brunette nodded a bit.

"yeah, it has," her gaze flicked away because they both knew why it had been awhile since they saw one another. grace didn't make a huge appearance at the family vacation a few months ago since she was busy apartment hunting and even then, her and samy didn't talk much because they never got to catch one another at the right time.

"this might be a stupid question, but..how are you?" the older girl wondered gently.

"i'm..i'm okay. hanging in there, i guess," samy nodded, biting the inside of her cheek.

"i'm sorry i haven't talked to you since..i don't want you to think i hate you or anything. last month was super busy and you looked busy and i didn't know if it was too soon to ask about everything.." grace trailed off a bit when she realized she was rambling. samy quickly shook her head.

"don't worry about it. i was worried you hated me," a small laugh sounded from the soccer players lips.

"oh my god no! i don't. i promise. i actually..am mad at will for how all of this happened. i..i was shocked when you left and i found will out there..i'm sorry. i..i wish i had an answer for my brother's reason, but i don't. i..i don't know why he broke up with you," grace frowned deeply.

"i left in such a mess, i'm sorry again. everything happened way too fast," samy shook her head.

"have you talked to him since.."

"ry and gabe asked me that yesterday and i said no. i mean, i have nothing to say to him, so why would i, you know?" the brunette shrugged.

"right, of course. mom told him this morning you and your mom were coming. that went over..interesting to say the least," grace tapped her finger against her cup.

"i've been avoiding him, i guess. i'm not sure i can really stomach seeing him, but..i don't know. felt like i owed it to him to be here at least? and the other guys too. don't know when i'll see them again. this whole thing feels like it screwed up everything with everyone," samy laughed dryly.

"i get it. i'm glad you did come. i saw your mom earlier, it was good to see her. even if will won't admit it, i know he's glad you're at least here too. one last hurrah before we move him out to california," grace said.

samy thought back to all the times will would talk about his move to cali whenever it happened. he'd always say how she'd fly out with him to help him decorate his apartment when the time came. plus, all the times will told her how he couldn't wait until they could live together so long distance would be over, yet he'd wait forever for her.

god, what happened to that will?

"you're thinking," the blonde pointed out, snapping samy back into reality.

while will knew her insanely well, so did grace. the two girls did grow up alongside one another even though there was a three year age gap. grace was the older sister samy never had as a little girl and she still was, so of course the older girl knew when samy was lost in thought.

"yeah, sorry," the younger girl shook her head.

"penny for your thoughts?" the expression made samy smile because will said the same thing.

"just how will always talked about me being there with him when he moved to california and how he couldn't wait until i was done with school to move out there with him. i wonder where that will went who was so ambitious about us and saying he would wait forever for me," the younger girl smiled sadly.

a little sigh escaped grace's lips hearing samy sound so heartbroken still. "i wish i knew what was running through his mind. i didn't even know he was considering it. it shocked the hell out of all of us. he's in there still somewhere, i know it and i know you don't wanna hear that, but i gotta believe it. i have never seen my brother like someone as much as he likes you, it confuses me how he just threw it all away like that," the blonde shook her head.

"you and me both," samy frowned this time.

"i think you just gotta give it time because damn, all of us believed you guys were it for each other. you'll find your way back, i think you two just need some space. will needs to settle in california and play a few games with the sharks and then i'm sure he'll come around. i don't believe this is the true end for you guys," grace said firmly.

the youngest hughes wanted to believe her so badly, but she just couldn't.

"maybe. it's hard to say though," samy said instead of being a complete pessimist about it.

the party ended a few hours later with samy successfully avoiding any contact with will. she didn't even see him which was surprising because she knew he was making his rounds.

her and her mom drove back to the hotel in silence just unwinding from the long day and talking to everyone they saw.

samy was brushing her teeth when her mom stuck her head in. the younger girl raised her eyebrow in confusion.

"i have a gift from you from someone i spoke to today," ellen said vaguely. the brunette raised her eyebrow.

"who?"

mrs. hughes didn't say anything while she just placed the envelope into samy's hand. the girl saw her name scribbled across the top in handwriting that she quickly recognized as will's. samy's gaze snapped to her mom's.

"i told him he's gonna do great in san jose," ellen said because she knew her daughter knew who that envelope was from.

the older woman slipped out of the bathroom leaving samy with the gift in her hand. she should've thrown it away, but curiosity got the better of her and she carefully ripped it open.

there wasn't any note or card, only a small charm of a shark.

her eyes danced to the charm bracelet sitting on her wrist that held her most precious charms.

will knew everything about her charm bracelet because he supplied most of the charms on the chain.

she remembered seeing the shark charm in some little gift shop with will many months ago, quickly mumbling something about how adorable it was and would fit the aesthetic for will's soon to be san jose career.

she had no idea will went back to buy it for her.

samy even wondered how long he's had it for.

without a word, samy clipped it onto the chain, adding one more pretty charm to her bracelet and a tiny smile painted her lips.

[melgolbach]

What Stays In the Meadow, Stays In the Meadow [Finnick Odair x Reader]

Warnings- ⚠️first time writing smut so please bear with me!⚠️

(Idk how to feel abt this one — I might delete it later 🧍‍♀️)

It was another day in the yellow sunflower meadow field, Finnick was right besides you sitting on a log while you sat on the green healthy grass below him. “All I want is peace in this world,” you spoke. Resting your head onto Finnick’s side leg, picking at the grass below you. You felt the vibration of him hum, agreeing along with you. “Why can’t we have that?” You sigh out.

“Because the world is unfair,” Finnick mumbled. “It’s unfair to both me and you, and to everyone we know around us.” He moved his leg on the other side of your body, you’re now in between his legs as you feel his hands gently massage your neck. “Do you want a braid?” He asked you.

You looked behind him with a brow up, “you know how to do braids?” You giggled. “Learned from 𝓣𝓱𝓮 Katniss Everdeen herself.” He smiled proudly at you. You laughed, “of course you did.” You comfortably sat up, pushing your hair back so he could grab onto it.

Not long after about five minutes of silence and the birds chirping around you two, Finnick finishes your hair with a French braid. “Wish I could see it, just so it doesn’t look bad.” You tease him, he takes his hand to his chest, offended. “You think your braid looks bad?” He gasped out. You smiled back at him. “Guess I gotta mess it up now,” he finished. Finnick got up from his spot, standing above you. Your eyebrows raised. “Don’t you dare,” you point your finger at him.

“Take it back then,”

“Tell me my braid is the best braid that has been styled for you.” You pretend to think for a moment, a finger placed on your cheek as you looked at the sky; anywhere but him.

Finnick lowered himself to your level, placed both hands on either side of you. “Darling..” he whispered into your ear. “Fin?” You hum out, pretending to be clueless. “Don’t lie to me,” his hot breath met your left ear, chills ran down your spine as you felt his right hand place dangerously low on your hip. “M not lying,” you hummed.

His lips attached to your neck, his tongue swirling around one spot as his teeth sunk into your skin. “You are,” he growled out, his hand squeezing your lower hip. “And what if I am?” You question him, your eyes looking up to the blue clouded sky above the two of you.

“You’re a bad girl,” Finnick responded. “But I’m never a bad girl,” you pout, “not to you.” Finnick finished up on your neck, and you knew that spot would be there till tomorrow. “But you’re a bad girl now, you’re telling me I’m a terrible hairstylist when you haven’t even seen your hair.”

You hummed, “because…” Finnick raised his eyebrow out, his face so close to yours your noses both are touching each other. “Because?” You smelt his minted breath, “because…” you spoke. His lips attached to yours, his knees touching the ground between you as his left hand grabbed your neck gently.

His tongue slid into your mouth easily, hungrily touching every place in there he could. His mouth moved away from yours as he placed it on the other side of your neck, doing the same thing that he did the last time. Both of Finnick’s hands were placed on your waist now, going underneath your shirt to touch your bare skin.

“I love the way your skin feels,” he spoke, your head tilted back as you closed your eyes in pleasure. His hands roll up your body, teasingly touching the black laced bra you had on. “Is this lace?” He asked you, his head resting up on your own. You nodded. Your shirt was over you in an instant.

He laid you back down on the grass, as he placed both of his legs on either side of you. He goes down, un clipping your bra and pushing it to the side. “You get so much more prettier when I see them.” Of course, he talks about your boobs. Your boobs are Finnick’s most adored possession. He loves sucking on them, massaging them, leaving bruises anywhere he could.

His finger fiddled with your other tit as he sucked on one, sucking hard on your already hardened tit at it. You moaned, arching your back, but as soon as you do his other hand placed you back down, holding you there. “Need more of you,” he mumbled, you can feel Finnick’s wet lips trail down to your buttoned jeans, he scoffed, unbuttoning the golden button that held the fabric together.

Your panties were revealed; black laced that matched with your bra. “Fuck you’re so sexy,” Finnick whispered. His mouth opened, biting your middle part. He sucked on it and you had moaned, he tore off the only clothing left that was covering you with his mouth, and placed it inside of his pocket.

“Keep em warm for you,” his nose almost touched your clit, you felt him breathe you in. “You smell so good,” he licked his lips, then looked back at you. “Baby,” Finnick spoke. You look down, his eyes looking into yours. “You okay with me?” He asked you, you nodded. “Fuck me till I can’t cum no more Finnick,” you moan out.

His lips attach to your cunt. You moan so loudly, you’re scared that the underground bunker could hear you. “F—fuck,” you whimpered out. His tongue goes deep down into your pussy, your wet folds dripping into his mouth.

Finnick growls into your pussy, biting it ever so softly to make you into a whining mess. His tongue doing laps on you, and you’re so so close to squirting all over his face. You gripped the grass below you, dirt crawling into your nails. “Faster, Fin, please.” You moan out, he did as command and you bucked your hips towards him.

You squirted in his face, 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓮. Your eyes widened as you saw half of your own white cum in both of his eyes. He opened them, a smirk appearing on his face. “We don’t talk about this,” your cheeks reddened with embarrassment.

“What stays in the meadow, stays in the meadow.”

[glowinggator]

Any ideas of what a first date would look like with Rocky? 👀

(Side note, I adore your writing style so much!! ^^)

A/N: Awe, thank you so much!🧡 Sorry for the late reply, school has officially started back up again, but I'm glad I was able to get this out! I remember in one of the livestreams Tracy said that he'd see nothing wrong with taking you to 7/11 for a date, which let's be real, is my ideal man. Enjoy! 

Extravagant; Theatrical; Moonstruck. These are but three of the most common words to describe Rocky. Despite his handpicked friend group -- or more bluntly, his small group of people willing to stick around -- Rocky tends to draw quite a bit of attention. Very little of it is good, but still: words like that are thrown around with ease. As such, one might assume that Rocky's perfect date would be to some extravagant place where the music never stops and the night never ends. 

But… they would be wrong. 

Because despite his tales of grandeur, Rocky's life has taught him to enjoy the simpler things. Car rides down the streets of Saint Louis, hopping through abandoned streetcars, pocketing snacks from the big convenience store down the lane… that's what Rocky really looks forward to. 

And let's face it: Rocky would love to take you out to a fancy dinner and a movie, but this cat just doesn't have the funds for it. Closest he could get would be the Little Daisy during daylight -- Miss M's always makes sure he's at least somewhat fed -- but he knows all too well that Ivy would leap at the chance to get him back for all the times he's teased her about Freckle. 

(He's sent her off on a few wild goose chases before to grab a bite with you, though. Pancakes can't be beat,  you know.) 

But loving Rocky, you know that money isn't everything. Every moment spent with him is memorable. Many of your date nights are just the two of you hanging out together, whether it be driving around or completing a run for the Lackadaisy -- any moment spent together is so damn good that it's hard to call it anything but a date. Your friends don't quite get it, but that's alright. 

For your first ever date though… he tried pretty damn hard. 

He hopped the fence of some richman (it was Sedgewick, although he'll never admit to it) to steal some flowers for you, tying them together in orange and blue ribbons. You still have their petals saved, pressed into books and stored in mahogany boxes along with all of the letters he's ever written to you. 

The rest of the day is spent in each other's company, driving, talking, and occasionally stopping to dance in the streets of Saint Louis. You can't say you were much of a dancer before meeting him, but he has an infectious energy about him. 

He eventually convinces you to let him sneak you into a movie -- he refuses to let you spend a dime on him, even if you're well-off. You can't tell if he likes the thrill of sneaking in, or if it's out of some chivalrous obligation. Likely both. 

All in all, the night is one of the most magical you've ever had. No price tags for rose colored glasses, or awkward lapses in silence. Just the two of you, taking every moment as it comes by. 

He insists on driving you home that night, just to make sure you get in safe, still thrumming with excitement. Neither of you really want the night to end, but alas. 

(It's not like the two of you don't see each other daily.) 

(He short-circuits when you press a kiss to his cheek before darting out of the car. His voice cracks a little when he says he'll see you tomorrow, hands slipping off the center console when he leans out to shout. You can't wait to see him again.) 

[gyaruwrites]

Twst with Yuu who awkward and stares at them

Warnings; can be seen as either platonic or romantic?

Requests are open!! Don’t worry about much, I do nsfw and sfw content and will have no problem as long as you check my pinned post about fandoms I will do!

Authors note; just needed some non-romantic fics about Twst for once, Duece has more writing bc my brain love this cutie patootie and he is my son

Dorms; HEARTSLABYUL, SAVANACLAW, OCTAVINELLE, SCARABIA, POMEFIORE, IGNIHYDE

HEARTSLABYUL

• The first time you ever stare at Riddle he looks back at you a few seconds later with a confused expression as you keep staring at him. He would then get slightly more confused and then annoyed and asks you what you are doing, to which you just wander off without saying a word.

• This will confuse Riddle even more as he touches his face to see if anything was on him or in his teeth, he realizes an hour later that you were just staring at him for no reason, this makes him feel.. Happy? Or maybe.. prideful that the chance that you might look up to him..? Yes. This must be the answer! Riddle will ask you tomorrow :D

***

• Trey has noticed that you stare at him from both afar and when you both walk with each other. Of course he doesn’t mind it, in fact, you remind him when Riddle was younger and shy when they first met! What an adorable person you are!

• One time Trey asked you a question and you were so zoned out on him that he waved his hand in-front of you face and you looked super embarrassed and answered his question with a crooked smile as he chuckled at your reaction. Maybe he should call you out on it more often?

***

• Cater Takes pictures with you all of the time! You and him are basically best friends, at least he think so. But he notices that you are always looking at him in the pictures as he reviews the pictures before posting them. What a cutie you are! Looking so cute and squishy in the picture! (Platonic love)

• He would send you a picture that he likes of the two of you and leave a smart as comment saying ‘You look like you looove cay-cay’ and giggle at your response and tease you the next day you see each other!

***

• Ace definitely makes fun of you as he notices it almost immediately when you guys are officially friends. You stare at Ace as if you had a problem with him, so he jokingly asks you if you want to fight him and you just fumble with your words as he has a shit eating grin.

• But one time when you were caught staring at him he teased you a lot until you were almost crying, he had a heart attack as you are one of his best friends! (Mostly because he accidentally almost made you cry infront of RIDDLE), so he never teased you too much after that. (Key word; TOO MUCH)

***

• Deuce didn’t really notice (because he’s a little dumb <33) but when he did it was when he first played with Leona in a practice game for the spell drive after Leona’s overblot. He only notices afterwards because Jack pointed it out to him, and now he can’t help but get confused and nervous when you do it. It’s not your fault! Well, maybe it is..? But he enjoys spending time with you, it’s just it creeps him out a bit, sometimes he can’t help but call you out on it.

• Like one time he was walking with you back to ramshackle dorm and he couldn’t help but notice the way you glanced at him and stared every time, Deuce then gives up and asks you about it. Deuce then apologizes as he sees you try to find your words and you kinda look like a kicked puppy and he starts to panic and say it’s alright and he’ll never bring it up again..! (Spoiler alert; he does it on accident all the time)

Hello! Thank you for reading, love you guys and good morning/afternoon/night

[forgeofthenine]

So let’s say the three tiefling bachelors s/o is a Drakewarden ranger and the Drake has taken a liking to them. What sort of shenanigans would the Drake and the bachelor tieflings get into? (My own head cannon is that the drake acts like a giant cat and doesn’t realize it’s too big for lap time now)

This was a fun little prompt to write, I just love these guys with various little pets tbh. Enjoy everyone, and expect some more headcanons tomorrow :)

The bachelors with their partners drake companion

Dammon

Dammon and the drake got on like a house on fire

He's the type of guy that every animal he meets just loves him, you know the type

As soon as you introduce the two Dammon is already treating the person sized, red drake as if it's his new puppy

You'll see him scratching it's chin or sneaking it food scraps from the table

It's hard keeping an eye on them both to make sure he isn't instilling any bad habits into your companion

After you've been out with your drake for the day you'll find it eagerly scrambles up the stairs to reach Dammons forge

Sometimes you even dare to think that Dammon might be more excited to see the drake than he is to see you

The both of them have their tails wagging in excitement at the reunion, and it would be endearing if your drake didn't knock over your lovers work equipment

These two can often be found snuggling on the couch, your drake dwarfing Dammon as he calls you over to join them

Zevlor

Zevlor is slightly unsure of your drake at first

It's a silver beast that towers over anyone, himself included, and he feels justified keeping it at arms length

He watches as the beast snuggles with you or happily letting you ride it's back as if it were a horse, and he starts to realise it isn't so bad

It's a slow process of getting them used to each other, your drake a bit too forward and Zevlor a bit overly cautious

You start with having Zevlor feeding your companion various treats, first having him throw them and working him up to hand feeding

Once he's a bit more comfortable the two actually get on quite well

If you're hanging around the house or otherwise occupied, you'll often find your drake trailing around behind Zevlor as he goes about his duties

The drake is quite the good helper, carrying buckets and equipment from place to place as Zevlor cares for all your other animals

Despite a slightly rocky start, the two end up being quite close friends

Rolan

Rolan and the drake have the worst start of the lot

He's very grumpy about having a 'big, bumbling beast' in his tower, but he bites his tongue because he loves you

The two generally try to avoid each other as much as possible to start with, they much prefer trying to find one on one time with you

Until you leave them both home alone one day

You get back to them having a truce and a budding friendship and neither will give you a clue how it happened

Rolan definitely takes advantage of having a new purple drake friend, afterall they're both scarier when together

He also thinks he's sneaky when he gives it quick forehead kisses if the drake is pouting and you look away

Definitely puts on a magic show or two for it if you leave the room entirely, he's always happy to show off to an adoring audience

And the best part is Rolan doesn't mind now every time your drake clambers onto the couch with you both and completely takes over any available lap space

[pixie-felix]

He can go from 🥺 to 😈 because he's a duality king and honestly we live for it!!! Lixie ended up on that poll because as sweet as he is, I feel like he loves to explore. He's down to try ALMOST any and everything at least once before saying no. And the guys talk. So if word gets out that you tried ball busting with one of them and they liked it, he's gonna get bricked up imagining it. He just doesn't know if he wants to observe or be the one on the receiving end of it. Your touch is pure heaven so it can't be bad...right?

There's a part of Felix that sometimes craves you being mean. Once in a blue moon he enjoys pain with his pleasure. He likes having the best of both worlds. And he knows you don't actually mean to be cruel. He shyly expressed interest in it. And with the way you care for him and always look at him with pure love and adoration, he's reassured. You're always checking in beginning, in between and at the end of trying new things and the aftercare package he gets? Oh, he couldn't doubt your love and care for a second.

--🍭

He just doesn't know if he wants to observe or be the one on the receiving end of it. And with that one sentence my world tilts on it's axis. So many possibilties to explore.

Including I.N being the one who's getting his balls busted while Felix watches... Felix might wince and worry at points (with a very confused boner) and I.N would be all "hyung I'm fine it feels good stop being a little bitch and try it already".

...but then, I don't think I.N is the type to brag about his sexcapades🤔 it's nice to have a thing that's just his, and nothing's more emasculating than your hyungs praising your sex life and/or calling it cute...

So who told Felix about the magic of ball busting? Was it Chan? I think it might've been Chan. Sounds like something he might confess while tipsy. Probably thanking Lino for recommending it, because you've done it for him too...

Oh, maybe you've done it for all the hyungs. And Han. But not Seungmin, probably. He'd be too busy calling his hyungs freaks, and then going for a quiet wank in the bathroom or something.

idk, I might've taken this too far. I just really like the idea of all of them (except Felix and I.N) admitting they've tried the same kink.

And then Lixxie and Innie are feeling all pouty and left out, but also kind of intimidated. So a hyung (Changbin? Chan?) suggests them trying it together with you... and one thing leads to another...

And then I get to write what I wanted and appease the poll.

Or, I'm going to wake up tomorrow after hopefully more than five hours of sleep, and realise this is a terrible idea that I hate. We shall see.

[luminouslywriting]

Could you please write a drabble or headcanons where Rosie and you are parents to a one-year-old child, and for the first time in a year, you have a weekend to yourselves where you can be together as a couple after such a long time. You can finally have sex and be as loud as you want, but actually, your definition of a weekend together doesn’t include sex. Instead, all you want to do is be hella lazy, sleep, and eat because you’re tired!

Nonny, this is so tender and I adore this :) Reminder, my requests are wide open and I adore spam! I go back to work tomorrow and then I start prepping for my surgery on the 21st and I'm a bit nervous, so any type of asks are a welcome distraction :) So keep sending them in haha!

More under the cut, cut for length:

-Listen, I think that this man is the epitome of patience and kindness in human form

-So if the occasion comes up that you two, both being sleep-deprived and exhausted from parenting, work, and other responsibilities, have the opportunity to go away for just the two of you, you're both gonna jump on that so quickly

-Perhaps it's that his parents or your parents are coming into town and they want to have some time with their grandbaby

-So they pay for you two to go away to a cabin for the weekend

-And oh hon, it's STRANGE being away from the baby for the first time

-Like, yes, you two are madly in love and you're devoted and adore one another

-But parenting is a whole other ballgame when it comes to a relationship and so it's just weird suddenly not having to worry about the baby and having it just go back to being the two of you and what you want to do

-And maybe the initial thought is about sex and how you two can finally just relax and have uninterrupted mind-blowing sex (several times, I might add)

-But the minute that you actually get to the cabin? Flopping onto the bed and taking the best nap of your life—and he's included in this

-He's all too pleased to just sink into the bed and hold onto you like a damn koala and not have any crying babies or anyone who needs his attention besides you

-So it becomes the most self-care focused weekend

-This man is PAMPERING you

-Because yes, parenting is hard on both of the parents

-But mother's especially? They deserve a little praise and attention for all of the stuff that they do that goes unnoticed or without thanks

-And Rosie strikes me as the type of person who wants you to know how much he truly truly appreciates you

-So whether it be through drawing baths or helping you bathe, cooking your food while you have a catnap in the sun, reading to you while you're trying to rest, or slow-dancing to music, this man is going to deliver on those gestures of love and appreciation

-Additionally, if you're too tired for being participative in sex...well, he's got some remedies for that and he's more than happy to do all the work while he pleasures the hell out of you so you can just relax haha

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #408

I rearranged my art room today to make it a little more livable. My art room has a sink. It's super cluttered with epoxy equipment right now, but I'll get to that tomorrow. Here's how the rest of it turned out:

...If you look closely, you'll see Hoshi, the black void on the bed next to Bubbles, my orca plush. And on the chair in the nook is Mogwai. Feel free to say hello!

I'm pretty happy with how this rearrangement turned out. Everything I need is right here, at my fingertips. All my crafty things, a customizable metal shelf that I can use both as a desk and as a means of storage, my laptop, my clothes, my essentials for going out, and all that jazz.

I had to do a lot of tidying and rearranging of things to make this work. The shoulder and ribs hurt a lot less than I expected, given the number of heavy things I moved. I guess this most recent exercise K gave me is really working out. It stretches out the muscles between the ribs and the pelvis; apparently, those are extremely compressed on my right side. I can feel it when I do it; on the left side, the stretch is easy. But on the right side, everything is tight, and doing this stretch is terribly painful.

But! It wasn't as painful to do it today as it was when he gave it to me! So there's that.

...I'm trying to be upbeat and chipper. I'm not sure how well it's working, though. But I can get used to this. I'll be okay.

I made some white bean salad today!! Specifically, I like to make Great Northern Beans; they're my favorite kind of bean so far! I like to serve them chilled. This time, I drizzled them with a bit of olive oil and sprinkled it with garlic powder, salt, and parsley! It's amazingly tasty for something so simple! Check it out!!

I also made a bowl full of rice, kimchi, and pre-cooked frozen meatballs; you just thaw them out in the microwave! I got 4 different varieties a while back – Italian, Homestyle Italian (they're just bigger, I think), Angus, and Swedish. I think that of these, my favorite is Swedish!

I applied for 5 more state jobs today; I'm up to 21 applications total being out. Hopefully one of them will get back to me. Though I don't know when that'll be, if ever. I'll check the website again tomorrow; hopefully there will be more openings.

Aside from that, I mostly just worked on my weird crafty project thingy. I have 5 thingies now, and I'm working on a 6th. I guess I'll just keep going until I run out of materials. It'll be a while before I run out of materials, so I'll have something to do for a while, and this pleases me.

On Saturday, I think I might try biking to work. I know it's cold and stuff, but... I really don't wanna use gas right now, for reasons I'm not gonna explain here. Besides, it'll be a good workout for my legs; goodness knows they could use it.

Not sure what else to write today. Just taking things one step at a time, at least for now, I guess.

...And what are you up to? I heard through the grapevine that you, for whatever reason, have an animation in which you give a young chocobo some nice scritches. I was delighted by this; I'm hoping this bodes well for the kinds of choices you'll make in the final part of your remade story. I know that maybe it's just wishful thinking. Still, I... I hope you'll make good choices. I don't want to lose another pillar around which I've built my life.

So, tell me... have you pet any particularly adorable young chocobos lately...?

I guess that's it for today.

I love you. Please stay safe out there in the world, all right? I'm counting on you to make it out of all your things okay. I can't... I can't lose you. Selfish as that probably sounds.

I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[writtenontheport]

Walk Me Home?

pt. 2: Tomorrow (pt. 1) (pt. 3) (pt. 4)

George Karim x (gn) Reader

Warnings/Tags: Meet cute (in part 1), getting to know each other, falling in love walking through gloomy London, George Karim is a silly guy, but he’s one of the best silly guys ever, Nerd Reader, No angst, light swearing, Lockwood and co friendships, I might be forgetting some tags whoops, mention of a creep creeping around the reader from the previous part, George’s recklessness is inspired by Lucy and Lockwood

Notes: I adore George, really, especially in the tv adaptation. I felt like I needed to say that, lovely guy. Forgot to add until now, there will be a part 3! This little series has become a comfort to me and I would love to write out their story

Summary: George takes you up on your offer to meet again, and after waking up late he finds it to have been a wonderful experience. Lucy and Lockwood begin trading details (mostly because George refuses to tell them about all the reckless things he’s been starting to do).

Typically, for junior agents, waking up in the early morning was as impossible as being able to clock out before sundown. Their line of work exposed them not only to the dangers of terrifying ghosts, the possible paralysis, and the high odds of death, but also to the detriment that is being made a night-owl in a world where most of society lives and breathes in the day. For those in Lockwood and co. this might mean missing out on the latest shipment of salt bombs and flares; or even missing out on a nice outing to the library with a would-be friend.

The latter of which, George happens to be doing right now.

“George!” Lucy yelps as she jumps to the wall of the main hall, George running past her. He yells a muffled apology through whatever’s sticking out his mouth and runs up the stairs.

“Everything alright?” Lockwood calls, popping his head out the kitchen. His cheeks are stuffed full of something he’s barely able to speak through.

“Yeah, fine. I don’t know about George though, is he alright?” She asks, corralling them both into the kitchen. The dining table’s all set, with a center serve bowl in the middle filling the air with something appetizing and delicious. She quickly settles down and helps herself to a good serving, seeing as George’s already put his plate away and Lockwood’s halfway through his.

“He’s meeting up with someone in the library, kept saying his alarm didn’t go off and ran about in a panic.” He swallows with a satisfied hum as a boyish smile paints his face. “Still made a banging breakfast though, that George.”

Lucy raises a brow at him, but chuckles in amusement. From somewhere above, they can hear George stomping about. It doesn’t worry Lucy, because he’s not stomping about in the way he does when he’s really panicked, so neither she nor Lockwood can step in or they might just make it worse by getting in the way. Really, Lockwood himself would go upstairs to calm George down if he’d made himself mad with worry.

“Is this the one he owes new shoes?” Lucy asks, putting down her spoon gently and throwing Lockwood a look. It’s now that she recalls what George had told her yesterday just as he walked in.

“He owes someone new shoes?”

At half past ten, George finally makes it to the library. He’s not dressed up or put together more than usual, in jeans, a loose t-shirt he’d likely borrowed from someone, and his windbreaker jacket. A messenger bag hangs off him, and tucked under his other arm are the books he’d taken out yesterday. Really, he looks like he fits right in with the ghouls and the haunts lurking about the library this early; scholars with little to no sleep and others simply looking for a place to do just that. He spots you easily after making his way to where he met you yesterday.

You’re just… sitting there, really, but he’s suddenly overtaken by nerves. It’s not the kind of nerves you might get from being ghost-locked, where you’re thrown into a torpor and left to die, but it’s not much easier to deal with. You’re sitting there looking the epitome of an obsessive scholar, hunched over a book and a notepad to the side, and he can’t help but feel like he wanted to be there right by you and just read every line and curve of your face. It’s embarrassing, really, but late to regret anything, as you look up and beam at him and suddenly the nerves are all gone.

“Come on over, George! Don’t just hang about!” You greeted just as he ambled. You had a pen in one hand hovering over a notepad while the other was carefully pressing a book open; truly caught between the lines and the pages, but still beaming at him so assuredly.

“You remembered where we sat,” he said, not really asking. Carefully settling himself down, he all but mirrored you in the way he was set up, eyeing your grin through his lashes.

Then you said, so softly he felt his heart might burst, “Of course I did, meeting you left quite the lasting impression, George.”

He swallows harshly, ducking his head into his book. “You’re not bad yourself.”

You both fall into a wordless, comfortable silence filled with only the distant sounds of the library that don’t reach. Every so often, you’d wordlessly trade a pen or share a note; make him smile or chuckle at a drawing you’d pass over. It reminded him of the thinking cloth back home, and somehow he felt like you’d fit right in with them.

Lucy and Lockwood would like you right away, even if they were skeptical and cautious people, because of your cunning wit and enchanting grin. That— He shakes the thought out of his head and glances back up at you. When your eyes meet, you do nothing but grin, and his heart keeps beating loudly in his ears.

Just as you’re both packing up to leave, he catches you looking over your shoulder with your eyes darting the whole room. He keeps packing, but once you’re both out the door, he simply asks, “That dick still bothering you?”

Sheepishly, you say, “Not as much, but… yeah.”

He decides something then, just as reckless as yesterday when he offers, “Want me to walk home with you?”

You grin, and he doesn’t think he could ever tire of the sight.

On the trip home, George is walking with you again even though where you live isn’t that close to Portland Row at all. He’d made an excuse about keeping you out of trouble, and you smiled so wide he felt that he had made the best decision of the day. Aside from keeping Lucy and Lockwood about his recklessness, anyways.

It’s easy conversation between the two of you, even when you put your research aside. George meant it when he told Lockwood and Lucy once that the Problem had defined their whole lives, that it loomed over them with a pressing hand. It loomed still, really. Curfew came up more than once, and you and George each had a go at your sharing your theories on the Problem. He talked himself near tired on the topic of ghost cults and their stupidity, and you brought up incident after incident in the long list of hauntings in London.

Somewhere along the line though, talk about Curfew and Visitors drifted into softer, warmer topics about the silliest things there were; what were his favourite colours? What were yours? If you could only eat one kind of cuisine for the rest of your life, what would it be? Those sorts of questions; the sort of questions you’d ask in another world where things aren’t so wrong.

George doesn’t know what to make of the fact that you bring this out of him, that something about you makes him wonder about a better world where the Problem hadn’t become the Problem. Along the streets of gloomy London with a timer ticking away elsewhere, George feels like he can already imagine a world where there wasn’t a single worry about the Visitors. All because he had you to ramble along with.

Soon you’d stumbled on the topic of your lives at home, what it was like for both of you where you lived. George found himself telling you all of the things he’d never thought about telling anyone before: how it endeared him when Lucy would stop by his room on hard days just to check up on him and was always ready in case he just needed someone who could listen, or how Lockwood sometimes tries to cook some of George’s favourite dishes just to return the favour even though he’s rubbish in the kitchen and couldn’t cook an egg to save his life.

“They sound lovely,” You say kindly, watching the light of warmth dance in his eyes. They don’t dim even when he turns to you, and you swear your heart stops when you see his lips curve into a gorgeous smile.

“They are. Annoying, but, I wouldn’t want to work anywhere else,” if I even could, he adds wordlessly. He really wouldn’t be able to tolerate anyone else but them… and maybe you. He turns away from you just as your house comes into view, the lights peeking like the sun passing the horizon at dawn. It makes him think about home at Portland Row.

You take a few steps up to the door, but turn back before you click it open. George’s eyes lock on yours, and though the breeze is cold hanging in the air, you feel your heart pounding against your ribs and your blood rushes faster. George doesn’t look away. You fumble for words, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, and George waits patiently.

“Would you like to meet up again? Whenever you can?” You settle on instead, feeling the breath leave you.

He watches you in the wind, framed by the threshold of your doorway. “Yeah, I’d love to. Tomorrow?”

You feel giddy again, just like last time as you say goodbye. When the door closes and George is out of sight, you give yourself a little cheer. Unbeknownst to you, George is smiling on the way home.

“George? Home early again?” Lucy greets him with a smile, plucking his books out from under his arm to help him. Lockwood’s behind her, the picture of mischief, and he suddenly knows where this is going.

“I didn’t go on a date,” he says quickly, but it just makes the two grin wider, “I just went to the library to catch up on some reading. It’s too loud at home with you two.”

“And it wasn’t loud with this… mystery person, George?” Lockwood singsongs, the absolute prick. George could just about swat him, but he feels too lazy. Luckily Lucy does it for him, and sends Lockwood a scolding look that has him reeling it in.

“Did you have fun at least, George?” Lucy asks instead, and Lockwood stops pouting when George gives a terse nod.

He runs a hand over one of the notes you’d stuck on his book, and simply says, “I’m going back early tomorrow.”

Lucy starts teasing him then too, and Lockwood takes it as a chance to do the same.

A/N: I had a very emotionally taxing conversation with my mother yesterday and had to delay this and any other piece’s posting until I could have the time and energy to edit it (which is today, the day after). Writing for George comes easiest to me, but it’s because it’s so easy to imagine the scene in my head that it’s rather hard to be descriptive without going off on a tangent. So, easiest and hardest to write for. Still love him dearly though.

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pre-outbreak, meeting Joel at the craft store when he’s in desperate need of materials for a project Sara has to finish for class tonight

Blurb Advent 2023: Day 6

Such a cute prompt!

This is a bit of a short one lmao but hopefully still cute.

Warnings: do i know how to write kids? absolutely not. otherwise it's all fluff so no warnings.

You were trying to convince yourself that you didn’t need to buy another set of stamps or any more inks to go with them, and losing the argument, when you felt the tap on your shoulder.   “‘Scuse me miss, sorry to interrupt but can you help me?”  You turned and instantly felt flustered, and not just because it was awkward being confused for someone who worked in the craft store. The man who’d asked for your help was very handsome, though somewhat stressed and definitely in need of a decent sleep.   “I’m sorry, I don’t work here,”   “My mistake. Have a good afternoon.”  You felt a little bad. He was clearly frazzled and you spent enough time in the store to be able to help. And as he turned to walk away, you caught sight of a young girl close behind him.  “Wait. Maybe I can help. I practically live here so...” you trailed off wishing you’d kept that last bit to yourself.   “I don’t want to keep you,” he held his hands up as he spoke and you noticed there was no ring. It suddenly made more sense why he seemed so stressed.  “Please, you’re only keeping me from going broke buying craft supplies. What are you looking for?”  “Um, well, my daughter, Sarah,” the girl stayed close to her father’s side but gave you a smile and a small wave, “has a project due tomorrow that she forgot about. She’s meant to have made a, what was it again babygirl?” The last part had been addressed to his daughter but you nearly missed her answer, so focused on the adorable pet name and what he might call, say, a girlfriend. "A diorama of the solar system."  "Well?" he asked when you didn't respond right away, "Can we find what we need here?" "Oh," you laughed shaking off momentary lapse, "Yeah, I think so. You’ll need a basket though, there’s going to be a fair few foam balls.”  The man seemed to visibly relax in front of your eyes, his shoulders suddenly less tense, “Thank you so much, I was so lost.”  You giggled again, “Don’t worry, this is my kind of project. But maybe you could buy me a coffee sometime to thank me.”  He seemed a little taken aback, a slight blush rising to his cheeks but he nodded, “Yeah, I’d be happy to, uhh,”  “I’m Y/N.”  “Joel.”  You noticed Sarah watching this exchange and felt suddenly awkward. “Uhhh right, okay, let’s start with some paints.” you led both of them down a nearby aisle, "You'll need lots of paint."

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I’m so sorry about the ambiguous comment I left on your recent post. I meant it in a good way! I really like your writing!!!! 😭🙌🏻

Full disclosure: I’ve only recently started sharing my writing. For the longest time, I never imagined that the stories I create in my head could be worth someone else’s time or brainjuice.

To me, writing is deeply personal. It’s something I do to relax, to unwind, and sometimes to channel my stress or decompress after a long day. (There have been a lot of them recently)

The thought that my words might resonate so profoundly with someone else—that they would want more—is still a concept I fail to fathom.

That being said, thank you, kind internet stranger, so much for your kind words, and please do not apologize.

The second part is now live: You Are Everything I hope it meets your expectations and does justice to the story.

Halsin’s calm, steady voice cut through the thick tension. “You’ve had a long day,” he said gently, his tone carrying quiet reassurance as he gestured toward the next room. “Perhaps you should warm yourself first—”

“No,” Celeste interrupted, her voice sharper than she intended. Her arms dropped to her sides, the wet fabric of her tunic clinging uncomfortably to her skin.

She paused, taking a steadying breath. “I apologize,” she said, turning to Halsin, whose weak smile conveyed his usual understanding and forgiveness. “This is not directed at you. I’ll change my clothes, and then you”, her eyes shifted to Gale, her tone firm, “will tell me what you want.”

"I shall fetch some dry garments for you," Halsin murmured before retreating to their bedroom.

Celeste just stared at Gale, struggling to process what she was seeing. Her hands hung limply at her sides, and her breath caught in her throat as her mind raced to make sense of his presence.

Gale’s hair was streaked with faint touches of gray now, longer than she had anticipated but styled in the way she had always adored. The upper half tied neatly back, while the rest flowed freely around his shoulders. Mystra’s star no longer dangled from his ear. In its place was the delicate family crest she had gifted him, a poignant relic of a past that felt impossibly distant.

The sight of him was somehow disorienting. His hands, adorned with rings on both his index and ring fingers, exuded an elegance she resented for its undeniable charm. Among them, she recognized the warding ring she had given him, a trinket they had discovered together not far from here all those years ago. His favorite traveling robe, deep midnight blue with leather accents on the shoulders and elbows, looked pristine, as though he had meticulously prepared himself before entering her home. Beneath it, he wore a crisp white shirt peeked out.

Halsin handed her dry clothes and Celeste began changing without breaking her gaze from Gale. His eyes respectfully shifted away, but the gesture only stoked her anger. His insecurities about his own body had long bled into their relationship, shaping her actions in subtle, insidious ways. She had stopped bathing openly with her friends, abandoned carefree midnight swims, all to spare his feelings. Not because she feared showing her body, but because he had made her feel as she was offering something to other that belonged to him. The memory brought a tightness to her throat, fury threatening to rise.

“Thank you, my heart,” she said through clenched teeth, her tone once again sharper than intended. She glanced at Halsin, who took her wet clothes without a word and draped them carefully by the fire to dry. When he turned back to her, his gentle smile was shadowed by the worry etched into the lines of his face.

He cupped her face with his warm hands, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “Arnell sends his regards,” he murmured softly. “Emmeline had a not-so-good day, so Jen brought the stew. She’s offered to train with you tomorrow.”

Celeste returned his smile, her hands rising to press against his. Her lips brushed against the skin of his palm in quiet gratitude.

She held his gaze for a long moment, searching his eyes. Halsin was trying to mask his concern, shielding her from the weight of his unease, but she could see it clearly. The effort touched her in a way that made her smile more sincerely.

“I’ll be staying with the children tonight,” he continued, his voice low and steady. “You know how to reach me if you need anything.”

“Thank you,” she replied softly, her tone laced with earnestness. “Again.”

Halsin’s faint smile deepened into something tender as he leaned in to kiss her. It was a kiss filled with unspoken emotions, a blend of his love, worry, and quiet reassurance poured into her. When their lips parted, Celeste wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly, as though anchoring herself in his steadfast presence. As Halsin left, Celeste watched the door close behind him and exhaled heavily.

“Have you eaten?” she asked, her voice edged with weariness.

Gale hesitated, clearly caught off guard. “I’m not hungry, but thank you kindly for offering.”

Without a word, she grabbed another bowl and filled it with stew, setting it in front of him and pressing a spoon into his hand. She sat down, breaking the still-warm bread into two pieces.

“Arnell prepared this,” she said tersely. “Even you could learn a thing or two from his cooking. Unless you arrived by portal, which I doubt, you’ve been traveling for days. Eat.”

To her surprise, Gale didn’t argue. He ate quietly, occasionally pausing to scrutinize the ingredients or adjust the ratio of stew to bread, his methodical nature showing through even in something as simple as a meal.

“You’re right,” he said when he’d finished, his tone laced with genuine appreciation. “This is extraordinary. Thank you. For sharing it with me.”

Celeste scoffed faintly, rising to gather the bowls. A quick flick of her fingers and a cleaning cantrip left them spotless before she stowed them away. She poured herself a cup of tea and leaned against the counter beside the stove, her hands wrapped around the too-hot cup. The burn anchored her, pulling her into the present moment.

“Tell me what I did,” she demanded, her voice trembling despite her best efforts. “Tell me what I did to deserve this.”

Gale’s shoulders sagged, and he let out a long, heavy sigh. “You did nothing wrong, Celeste,” he said quietly. The regret in his face was evident. “You’re blameless in this. The pain, the loss, the hurt…. I caused. It is on me and me alone. You did not deserve any of it.”

“You were my constant,” she whispered, her gaze fixed on the floor. She’d rehearsed this moment so many times in her mind, shaping and reshaping the words she’d wanted to say. Yet now, standing across from him, the anger she’d nursed so carefully crumbled, leaving behind only devastation.

“The sun rises in the east. There are thirty days in our month. Water is wet. Gale loves me,” she said, her voice cracking. Her hands trembled so badly she had to set the cup down before it slipped from her grasp.

“During our last night together, you held me like you always did. There was nothing different about the way we made love. Tt was intimate, soul-crushingly perfect, as it always was. And when it wasn’t, we’d laugh about it. I felt safe in your arms, certain of your love. Nothing, no force on any plane of existence, could change that. No matter how dark the times got, how scared I was, how overwhelming…..everything felt, I could always count on you to love me.”

She paused, taking a deep breath to steady herself. “That certainty was my solace. Or what I thought was certainty. The morning you left…broke me. Profoundly. To my very core. I’m not being dramatic, Gale. You left without a real word, without an explanation, and it shattered me.”

Her voice cracked as she continued, “I knew it wasn’t about Halsin. Asking me to choose was just a convenient excuse for something I still fail to fathom. Losing Astarion was unbearable, but at least I clang to the hope he might turn up someday. Losing you was…”

Her words trailed off, and she clung to the counter for support. “You took the floor out from under me, left nothing but pain and uncertainty in your wake. You flipped my reality by 45 degrees. Nothing made sense any more. After 582 days, I still don’t understand why you did it.”

She lifted the cup again with a trembling hand, taking a small sip. Halsin had added a touch of honey for sweetness. She smiled at the realization.

A bark at the door broke the tension. Celeste opened it to find Scratch, his fur soaked from the rain. He shook himself off before padding inside and collapsing near the fire.

“Are you alright?” Celeste asked softly. The dog rolled onto the warm fur in front of the fire laid out for him.

“It’s cold in my brother’s cellar,” he said, sniffing the air and catching Gale’s scent. He trotted over, tail wagging in greeting.

“You’re hurt,” he observed, though Celeste knew he wasn’t addressing Gale. “But you’re not bleeding.”

“It’s just a human matter,” she replied. “Do you want a bone while you warm up?”

She focussed on Scratch as he accepted her offer. When she handed the dog a bone Arnell had saved for him, she couldn’t ignore the warm sound of Gale’s laughter as he patted Scratch. It sent a shiver down her spine.

“I assume you’re addressing the best dog,” Gale said, his tone light. Celeste froze for a second. Of course. Gale could not talk to animals. Something she had forgotten, being around Halsin for so long.

“I am,” she replied. “Stay the night, Scratch. Get warm.”

As the dog settled, Celeste finally forced herself to meet Gale’s gaze. He was wearing the weak, apologetic smile she knew too well. Gentle. Regretful.

“I assumed something happened with Mystra,” she said, cutting through the moment. The forced interruption had somehow steadied her.  Not by much but enough to look at him. “She retook you as her Chosen, didn’t she? Handing over the Crown was likely enough to free you from the orb and regain her favour. Perhaps she took you back as her lover, and I, a former Bhaalspawn incapable of bearing your children, could no longer compare.”

Her voice was calm, almost clinical, as she took another sip of tea. “Or you no longer needed me, now that you are obviously restored to your former power. I do not know. I’ve imagined every scenario I could think of, trying to make sense of it. But no explanation ever seems sufficient. My world is still broken. My heart still bleeds, and I cannot get it to stop. I struggle to find joy, to laugh. The world feels dull, like a veil has been cast over it.”

She gestured vaguely around the room. “Having a home helps. A partner, a purpose. Things to do because others rely on me. Without those, I think I’d shatter completely. But I thought time would help. That it would hurt less. It doesn’t. I still feel as confused, as hurt, as broken as the day you picked up that backpack we chose together and left. The world has moved on. You have moved on. I haven’t. And I don’t think I ever will.”

Finally, she lifted her gaze to meet his. Her eyes glistened with tears she refused to shed. Gale shuddered, inhaling deeply as he sought permission to speak. Celeste nodded weakly.

"Celeste, I…" Gale began, but his voice faltered.

“Thank you for listening,” she said softly.

Gale flinched, and he needed a visible moment to collect himself.

"Celeste," Gale began again. "Forgive me. I had prepared a speech for you—a meticulous, comprehensive one, crafted with all the care and precision I thought this moment required and deserved. But sitting here now, facing the gravity of what I’ve done, it feels... hollow. Empty words on a page, inadequate for the reality of my failures. Once again, I find myself at a loss. Not for lack of effort, but for fear that nothing I say will ever truly suffice."

He allowed himself a faint smile, a fleeting flicker of hope, but it quickly disappeared when her expression remained unchanged. Clearing his throat, he steadied himself and continued.

"The tapestry of our story is as intricate as the Weave itself, woven with threads of joy and sorrow, ambition and regret. If you’ll allow me, I wish to unravel it with the care it deserves. I stand before you not as Gale Dekarios, the renowned wizard of Waterdeep or Mystra’s Chosen, but as a man humbled by his own folly."

He paused for a brief moment. His hands were visibly shaking. "The orb that once pulsed within my chest, insatiable and all-consuming, was more than just a curse. It was a reflection of my own unending thirst for power, for validation. As you once pointed out so wisely. You saw it for what it was, long before I did, and you were right to name it. When I relinquished the Crown of Karsus, I thought I would feel free. I imagined it would bring triumph and relief, a closing chapter to the long and arduous tale of my burden.

But instead, I found myself adrift. The looming shadow of Mystra’s expectations was gone. The orb’s threat was no more. And for the first time in years, I was no longer in danger.

I felt empty. Lost. Like a spell without components, a tome with its pages torn out. My magic was whole once more, my prowess restored to their former potential, but I… I was not. I had achieved more than I could have ever dreamed of after years of self-inflicted torment, and yet I was utterly unable to comprehend the weight of this newfound freedom.

In my fear, my overwhelming, consuming fear, I sought to anchor myself to you. To claim your love as though it were some artifact of great power, something to hoard and protect. Another mountain to climb, another achievement to conquer, because I was utterly unprepared for the feelings that flooded me the moment my life was restored."

He let out a shaky breath, his voice quieter now, tinged with remorse. "But love, especially your love, is not something to be possessed or controlled. It is vast, boundless, infinite. Free. So much greater than I allowed myself to see."

His expression softened, though his voice carried the unmistakable weight of guilt. "I confess, with no small measure of shame, that my feelings of inadequacy clouded my judgment. The comfort you found in Halsin’s presence…it stirred within me a tempest I was wholly unprepared to face. Again. Your love for him, your relationship with him was neither the reason nor the prospect I moulded it to be. It was an excuse, easy. Within reach.

Rather than embracing the beauty and depth of your love, the vastness of your heart, I retreated. I took the coward’s path, blaming you for loving him. A love I had long since accepted and made my piece with. Because it was easier to blame something you had fought so hard for to build and maintain, than facing my own helplessness. Easier than confronting my fear that I was no longer enough for you."

He lowered his gaze for a moment before continuing. "I recoiled into my pride, clinging to the misguided belief that if I could claim you entirely, it might somehow make me whole again. When you met my turmoil with honesty and resilience, as you always do, I felt my composure crumble. You were right, of course, brilliant and wise as ever, challenging me to rise above my fear and make a choice rooted in courage, love and trust, not insecurity or fear.

But I faltered. I could not hold steady. I was unable to reflect, could not truly listen to the truths you once again offered so freely. And so, I made the worst possible choice. I left."

His voice grew quieter, tinged with sorrow. "My departure was not noble, nor was it born of strength. It was an act of pure cowardice. I told myself I was sparing you from my turmoil, convincing myself that you were content with Halsin, that I needed time to find myself. But none of that was true. I was running. From you. From our future. From the vulnerability of being truly seen, from the fear that I might no longer be the man you needed."

He lifted the cup to his lips, only to find it empty. Celeste silently refilled it. He watched her, gratitude and sorrow mingling in his expression, and gave a small nod of thanks. For a moment, the room was filled only with the sound of rain rumbling outside, the pouring tea and Scratch contentedly crunching on a bone.

When Celesteset the pot down, he continued. "The moment I closed the door of my tower behind me, the weight of my mistake hit me with such brutal clarity I nearly collapsed. I told myself it was too late. That I deserved the silence and solitude of my confinement for what I had done to you. To us.

Every letter you wrote was like a spell unraveling me anew. Each word, each line, was a reminder of the depth of my failings. There were countless days I stood at my doorway, my pack ready, desperate to return to you. But I was unable to summon the courage to face you. I was too afraid. Too much a coward to face you and take responsibility for what I had broken.

And yet, through it all, Celeste, my love for you never wavered. Not a single day."

His gaze met hers, vulnerable but resolute. "If you can find it within yourself to grant me another chance, I vow to love you not as something to claim or possess, but as something to cherish. To honor you for who you are, truly are, in all your brilliance and complexity. To stand beside you not as Gale Dekarios, prodigy of Waterdeep or Chosen of Mystra, but as simply a man who loves you, in all your vastness."

He drew a trembling breath, his words slow and deliberate. "If you can forgive me, I promise to face whatever lies ahead with the courage I once lacked. The courage you deserve. To stand beside you, once again. If you will have me."

"And if forgiveness lies beyond reach," he continued, his voice faltering for a moment, "then I will bear that burden, knowing it is the consequence of my own choices. But whatever path lies before us, know this: You still continue to put the stars to shame. I have never loved or met anyone like you. Mortal or immortal."

He fell silent, his heart laid bare as he awaited her response. For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Gale looked as though he were holding his breath, his eyes searching hers, desperate for any form of reaction. Celeste stared back, unmoving, the silence between them heavy and unyielding. She became vaguely aware of the tears streaming down her cheeks, though she couldn’t remember when they’d started falling.

To her surprise, she felt nothing.

For the past two years, she’d imagined this moment. Dreamed of hearing the words she desperately needed to hear. She had pictured herself crumbling into his arms. She had imagined clinging to him as though her life depended on it, relief and love overwhelming the pain.

But now, in the reality of it, after hearing the words, she was numb. Unable to move. Unable to feel. Unable to comprehend.

“You can take the guest room,” she said finally. “Or, if you’d rather not stay in our home, there are free rooms at the community inn. Just tell them your name. A room has been reserved for you.”

“It has?” Gale asked, startled.

“Of course,” Celeste replied, a flicker of exasperation breaking through her detachment. “Your name has been on the list since the day the inn was finished.”

She sighed, her expression softening slightly. “If you choose to stay, not just the children who will be glad to see you. I’ll find you when I’ve cleared my head. You don’t have to wait for me.”

With that, she turned and retreated into the bedroom.

Inside, she opened the chest they called the war chest, a relic of a different life. It was filled with remnants of her past: armours, weapons, and mementos too meaningful to discard.

Halsin had no use for such things now. His bear form was more than enough for his patrols.

Lifting her old armour, Celeste let a faint smile tug at her lips. She slipped it on. With a whispered incantation, the buckles and straps tightened into place. The fit was still good, though she noted with mild amusement that she’d likely lost some weight.

Sheathing her sword, the motion felt unexpectedly familiar, a ritual that brought a strange comfort. She reached for her old coat, its fur lining lovingly sewn by Karlach during a particularly cold winter.

As she stepped out of the bedroom, Gale’s perplexed voice broke the silence. “Where are you going?”

Celeste paused, picking up a pen to quickly scribble a note for Halsin. Scratch rose to his feet, his ears perking up.

“Are we leaving?” he asked eagerly.

“I am leaving,” Celeste replied evenly, finishing the note. She set it down carefully on the table. “And Halsin would never forgive me if I left unarmed. This settlement is safe, but the world out there is as dangerous as ever.”

“You’re leaving. Now?” Gale’s voice carried an edge of disbelief, though he tried to keep his tone neutral.

Celeste turned to him, summoning every ounce of strength she had left to meet his gaze.

“Saying your piece doesn’t change anything, Gale,” she said softly but firmly. “You are still lost to me. The man I thought you were, the love I believed in—it’s all gone. Nothing you said tonight can undo that.”

Her voice softened further. “I appreciate your honesty. I really do. And I thank you for coming here. But I need time to think. To decide if there’s even anything left in me to answer your question. Alone.”

Gale hesitated, his expression torn between frustration and helplessness. “How long will you be gone?”

She exhaled slowly, her hands steady as she laced up her boots.

“You can come if you want, Scratch,” she said gently, ignoring Gale’s question.

Finally, she looked at him one last time. “I won’t take 582 days.”

Without waiting for his response, she opened the door and stepped into the cold night, leaving Gale behind in silence.

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smut prompt 01/10~bangchan

@dinopanties ty for the request!! really enjoyed writing this, and I hope you like it. feedback is always appreciated! ily

a/n: ok i'm back from my short hiatus!! can't wait to write more now! take a look at my prompt list and feel free to drop requests in my inbox or comment on that post!! xoxo

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You were sitting by the bar, whiskey in one hand. You took a sip and checked your phone again to see a message from Chan saying that he’s running late because of traffic. You sighed very well knowing that your best friend forgot the timing of your hangout.

You had been waiting around for 30 mins when Chan finally arrived. “Hey beautiful”, he said as he sat down next to you, his eyes wandering up and down your body. Chan had always found you hot but was too shy to ever make a move and spoil the friendship and so he kept quiet about his attraction towards you. You punched his arm, “Don’t ‘hey beautiful’ me, you were late by 30 fucking minutes!?!”. He winced, “Ow ow, I get it, you’re strong”, he teased. You stared at him, waiting for an explanation. "Okay, fine. I completely forgot about our plans today," he admitted, apologizing with those adorable puppy eyes and pout. But you couldn't stay mad at him for long. He had a way of making your heart flutter, and if you were being honest, you liked him more than just a little. In your eyes, he was everything.  

Taking another sip of whiskey, you sighed, "Ugh, I can't stay mad at you for too long." Chan chuckled, asking about your life and anything interesting that had happened. As you both sat there, engrossed in conversation, time flew by. The whiskey had you feeling intoxicated, and the sight of Chan in his black shirt and loose jeans had you feeling more than just a little aroused. The way he adorned himself with jewelry drove you wild, making you lose control of your desires.

It didn't take long before you found yourself shamelessly checking him out. Chan noticed and smirked, placing a hand on your thigh. His touch sent shivers down your spine, causing a small moan to escape your lips. His smirk only grew wider. "What's the matter, princess? Is my touch making you wet?" he taunted. You rubbed your thighs together but he forced them open hand sliding to the inner side of your thigh.

“Chan not here”, you whimpered, all your senses feeling like they might disappear at any moment now. Chan couldn't wait until you got home, so he pulled you into a nearby bathroom stall. He pressed you against the wall and kissed you aggressively, your tongues battling for dominance as your bodies pressed together. Desperate for friction, you tried to grind against him. Breaking the kiss, both of you were panting for air.

"Have I ever told you how fucking hot you are?" Chan groaned, marking your neck with dark purple bruises. You shook your head. "Well, babygirl, I'm about to show you just how much you drive me crazy," he said, removing his shirt and sliding your dress down. Pushed against the sink, your leg on his shoulder, he devoured you mercilessly.

You whimpered and moaned not being able to contain your voice due to the immense euphoria you were feeling. "Be quiet baby, you don't want anyone to hear us, would you?" Chan asked as he kept nipping at your pussy, devouring it. You managed to mutter a yes and bit down on your lip, pulling his hair and earning grumbles from him, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you. As you neared your release, you signalled Chan. He went harder until you came all over his mouth.

He licked his lips and not wasting another second, he pulled his pant and boxers down revealing his huge length. He turned you around and slid inside without warning. “Ahh fuck Chan, t-too much”, you whimpered. Ignoring your plea, he intensified his rhythm, thrusting into you with an inhuman speed, hitting your sweet spot with precision each time. "Babygirl, I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk tomorrow", Chan muttered, his words laced with profanity. You struggled to remain silent, but his words aroused you to the point of losing control, releasing soft moans of pleasure. Sensing your impending climax, you clutched his shoulders tightly, leaving crimson imprints. He continued his rapid thrusts, causing you to cry out in ecstasy as you climaxed, coating his member with your juices. Chan persisted, relentlessly pursuing his own high. Overwhelmed by the intense stimulation, tears welled up in your eyes as you threw your head back. Before long, he released his warm, dripping seed deep inside your tight opening, his eyes closing in bliss. Withdrawing from you, he gazed upon the dishevelled sight beneath him. You were now his beautiful mess.

[satoruxx]

. RHEYA . i’m literally just abt to fall asleep but i saw your wips and OHHHHHHHHH MY GOD I’M KISSING YOUR BRAIN SO LOVINGLY .

I NEED . TO KNOW . ABOUT say you'll love me to death, because i will. VAMP SASHISU 🥹 RHEYA’S VAMP SASHISU 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 I THINK ABOUT THEM EVERY SINGLE DAY YOU KNOWWWWWWWW……. AND ANDDDD ALSO the illusion of a regime!!!! pretty please!!!!!!! that whole au sounds so fun….. prince!sugu my ANGEL boy

I LOVE YOUU . please remember to eat a big meal and drink lots of water if you haven’t today <3333 THE MICE ARE PATIENTLY AWAITING ANY CRUMBS YOU WILL GIVE THEMMM we adore you so fervently <333 mwah mwah mwah !!!!!!!

ARIIIII omg omg pls sleep i will answer all of your questions so you can wake up to them tomorrow !!

okay okay first vamp sashisuuuuu!!!!!! tbh i wanted to write more after that one drabble of the different ways they drink blood (which was born bc of you ty for the brainrot MWAH MWAH) i think i want to elaborate on how reader meets the three of them hehe !! gotta tell everyone how those three get their hands on reader and become lovingly obsessed with them mhm :33

OH EM GEE YES MY ROYALTY AU!!!!!! ari i can't tell you how excited i was when i started writing it last year <///3 i started out with satoru's path bc that's what inspired the whole thing and then i started thinking about what tropes the other silly guys would be. couldn't make suguru anything but a prince !!! but like... i didn't want to make it all sunshine and rainbows so i figured why not make them enemies??

prince sugu and princess reader who hate each other from the moment they first meet as kids. suguru thinks reader is too immature and reader thinks suguru is too stuck up. and then when they both grow up??? suguru is the golden child and he does sweeten a lil bit but reader does not forget how annoying he was when they were kids :// reader just continues to be salty and suguru somehow finds himself enjoying that :33

eventually he's just like oh yeah i might be in love with you (especially when you're annoyed at me......) he is so pathetically silly he's probably just sitting there watching princess reader hate on him with a smile on his face like :>

added in the arranged marriage part just for fun tbh bc imagine how annoyed they'd both be when they're forced to get to know each other before they get married....

anyways THANK YOU FOR ASKING THIS ARI!!!! i'm so so excited for the royalty au you have no idea !! i also haven't written a whole bunch of sugu fics so i'm very eager to sink my teeth into this one :33 i am hugging and kissing all of the mice so many times i love you <3333

ask me about my wips !!

[thestarsfightagainstusmyfriend]

Excerpts from letters between Alexander Hamilton and John Laurens that make me cry

[5 December 1778, From Laurens to Hamilton] “Adieu, my dear boy. I shall set out for camp tomorrow.”

This letter is the first correspondence between just Hamilton and Laurens, as opposed to a letter written jointly to or jointly by them, that I could find in the archives. The letter itself is rather unemotional, just a brief letter about Charles Lee’s “Vindication to the Public” but these last two sentences are so gentle compared to the rest of the letter and the phrase “my dear boy” always makes me melt.

[April 1779, From Hamilton to Laurens] “Cold in my professions, warm in ⟨my⟩ friendships, I wish, my Dear Laurens, it m⟨ight⟩ be in my power, by action rather than words, ⟨to⟩ convince you that I love you. I shall only tell you that ’till you bade us Adieu, I hardly knew the value you had taught my heart to set upon you. Indeed, my friend, it was not well done. You know the opinion I entertain of mankind, and how much it is my desire to preserve myself free from particular attachments, and to keep my happiness independent on the caprice of others. You sh⟨ould⟩ not have taken advantage of my sensibility to ste⟨al⟩ into my affections without my consent. But as you have done it and as we are generally indulgent to those we love, I shall not scruple to pardon the fraud you have committed, on condition that for my sake, if not for your own, you will always continue to merit the partiality, which you have so artfully instilled into ⟨me⟩.”

I would be absolutely remiss if I did not include this paragraph, arguably the most famous of any correspondence between the two. I can recite this paragraph from memory but I’m still never going to be able to be normal about this. “by action rather than words, to convince you that I love you” always gets me because it refers both to the physical distance between the two men, but also Hamilton’s inability to love Laurens openly and freely like he wishes he could, even when they are physically together. And how he says he wishes he could CONVINCE Laurens that he loves him, like Laurens has a hard time believing he could be loved omfg. And the teasing way that he goes about blaming Laurens for tricking him into falling in love with him like it’s so adorable??? I could talk about this letter for ages, and I might delve further into it in its own post because I have So Many Thoughts.

[14 July 1779, From Laurens to Hamilton] “Ternant will relate to you how many violent struggles I have had between duty and inclination—how much my heart was with you, while I appeared to be most actively employed here—”

It’s so funny to me that Hamilton’s way of expressing his affection while physically separated from Laurens is to pledge his undying love and tease him relentlessly while Laurens is just like “I tried to pretend I wasn’t thinking about you but apparently I’m too obvious 🙄🙄🙄” like it’s too cute.

[11 September 1779, From Hamilton to Laurens] I acknowlege but one letter from you, since you left us, of the 14th of July which just arrived in time to appease a violent conflict between my friendship and my pride. I have written you five or six letters since you left Philadelphia and I should have written you more had you made proper return. But like a jealous lover, when I thought you slighted my caresses, my affection was alarmed and my vanity piqued. I had almost resolved to lavish no more of them upon you and to reject you as an inconstant and an ungrateful ——. But you have now disarmed my resentment and by a single mark of attention made up the quarrel. You must at least allow me a large stock of good nature.”

I find this so fucking funny like Hamilton literally admits that he wrote FIVE OR SIX LETTERS and got all mad that Laurens wasn’t writing him back but forgave him literally immediately. The way he compares himself to a “jealous lover” and his letters “caresses” like?? Something about this letter is just too fucking funny to me.

[8 January 1780, From Hamilton to Laurens] “I have strongly sollicited leave to go to the Southward. It could not be refused; but arguments have been used to dissuade me from it, which however little weight they may have had in my judgment gave law to my feelings. I am chagrined and unhappy but I submit. In short Laurens I am disgusted with every thing in this world but yourself…”

This quote is from a pretty depressing letter where Hamilton says he doesn’t believe that he should be nominated for a commission which Laurens was favored for, rejected, and then suggested Hamilton for. He says he believes he is the least qualified, he tells Laurens that he made an effort to go Southward (where Laurens is) but was dissuaded from it, and then goes on to make a rather depressing remark that he hates everything but Laurens and a few other honest men and that he wishes to “make a brilliant exit” from life, and that he doesn’t feel “fit for this terrestreal Country.” 

[30 March 1780, From Hamilton to Laurens] “Adieu my Dear; I am sure you will exert yourself to save your country; but do not unnecessarily risk one of its most valuable sons. Take as much care of yourself as you ought for the public sake and for the sake of Yr. affectionate A. Hamilton”

I find this quote so sweet. Mind you, Laurens injured himself in EVERY battle he ever fought in, and Hamilton had to witness a lot of it firsthand. The way he gently asks Laurens to Please Please Please Don’t Be An Idiot And Die Please I’m Serious is so sweet. It reminds me of “That Would Be Enough” when Eliza says “The fact that you’re alive is a miracle / Just stay alive, that would be enough”

[30 July 1780] The archive reads: “[Laurens] Has executed Hamilton’s commission by arranging for a tailor to make a hat for him”

I don’t even know why I find this so cute.

[12 September 1780, From Hamilton to Laurens] “I hate Congress—I hate the army—I hate the world—I hate myself. The whole is a mass of fools and knaves; I could almost except you and Meade. Adieu”

Very reminiscent of  “In short Laurens I am disgusted with every thing in this world but yourself…” The first sentence of this letter kills me too. He apologizes that the two have not written each other much recently, and assumes that one of his letters to Laurens must have not been delivered but I feel like it’s so obvious that Laurens is ignoring him after Hamilton told him that he was getting married… like Laurens is literally on house arrest, it’s not like he’s too busy to write…

[16 September 1780, From Hamilton to Laurens] “In spite of Schuylers black eyes, I have still a part for the public and another for you; so your impatience to have me married is misplaced; a strange cure by the way, as if after matrimony I was to be less devoted than I am now. Let me tell you, that I intend to restore the empire of Hymen and that Cupid is to be his prime Minister. I wish you were at liberty to transgress the bounds of Pensylvania. I would invite you after the fall to Albany to be witness to the final consummation. My Mistress is a good girl, and already loves you because I have told her you are a clever fellow and my friend; but mind, she loves you a l’americaine not a la françoise. Adieu, be happy, and let friendship between us be more than a name.”

THIS FUCKING LETTER OMFG so much to unpack. He reassures Laurens that while he loves Eliza publicly, he is still devoted to him, and he implies that Laurens has been encouraging him to find a wife to CURE HIM OF HIS AFFECTIONS FOR LAURENS??? And I can’t even… Hamilton straight up invites him to watch him deflower his wife on his wedding night I can’t even get into that. This whole fucking letter…

[11 October 1780, From Hamilton to Laurens] “In one of the visits I made to [John André] (and I saw him several times during his confinement) he begged me to be the bearer of a request to the General for permission, to send an open letter to Sir Henry Clinton. “I foresee my fate (said he) and though I pretend not to play the hero, or to be indifferent about life; yet I am reconciled to whatever may happen, conscious that misfortune, not guilt, has brought it upon me. There is only one thing that disturbs my tranquillity—Sir Henry Clinton has been too good to me; he has been lavish of his kindness. I am bound to him by too many obligations and love him too well to bear the thought, that he should reproach himself, or that others should reproach him, on the supposition of my having conceived myself obliged by his instructions to run the risk I did. I would not for the world leave a sting in his mind, that should embitter his future days.” He could scarce finish the sentence, bursting into tears, in spite of his efforts to suppress them; and with difficulty collected himself enough afterwards to add, “I wish to be permitted to assure him, I did not act under this impression, but submitted to a necessity imposed upon me as contrary to my own inclination as to his orders.” His request was readily complied with, and he wrote the letter annexed, and with which I dare say, you will ⟨be as⟩ much pleased as I am both for the dic⟨tion⟩ and sentiment.”

This literally isn’t even everything he told Laurens about André. He is absolutely enamored with André and I find it so funny he thought it necessary to write this all to Laurens.

[4 February 1781, From Hamilton to Laurens] “Adieu ⟨my⟩ beloved friend. Do justice to my ⟨regard⟩ for you. Assure yourself that ⟨it is⟩ impossible more a[r]dently to wis⟨h for your⟩ health safety pleasure and success ⟨than⟩ I do.”

Just one of a thousand examples of Hamilton trying desperately to convince Laurens that he cares about him.

[This is the final sentence in Laurens’ final letter to Hamilton, written a month or so before his death, J. C. Hamilton didn’t give an exact date when publishing] “Adieu, my dear friend; while circumstances place so great a distance between us, I entreat you not to withdraw the consolation of your letters. You know the unalterable sentiments of your affectionate Laurens.”

YOUR AFFECTIONATE LAURENS that always makes me teary-eyed because Laurens is nowhere near as affectionate as Hamilton in any of his letters but the last thing he tells Hamilton is that he will always be Hamilton’s “affectionate Laurens” like it makes me so emotional.

[This is from the end of Hamilton’s final letter to Laurens, written about two weeks before Laurens died] “Quit your sword my friend, put on the toga, come to Congress. We know each others sentiments, our views are the same: we have fought side by side to make America free, let us hand in hand struggle to make her happy… Yrs for ever, A Hamilton”

SO MUCH ABOUT THIS JUST GUTS ME like the way Hamilton implores Laurens to stop fighting and join him when less than two weeks later Laurens would die in battle and the YRS FOR EVER LIKE I can’t handle this I had to go take a little break to cry.