#brave girls wallpaper

[seemsdykely]

love it when one of my best beloveds gets to the point in recovery where they text me like. wow hi i get what you meant about the angry now!! how long am i going to be furious, because i have found The Angry!! it makes me so so so proud, it makes my harpy heart sing.

[abyssruler]

thinking about idol reader and fan alhaitham except he’s very lowkey about it and secretly goes to every concert and fan meeting you have, wearing thick black-rimmed glasses that really shouldn’t work to conceal his identity but miraculously does.

alhaitham who calls himself a casual fan but has all of your albums displayed on a rack in his room along with an entire wall of posters of your face, the signed note he has from you is framed and placed right on top of his desk to be looked at whenever he needs a boost when he’s studying.

alhaitham who just got out of a thesis defense wearing a whole ass suit, looking entirely out of place in a sea of sweaty teenage girls and middle-aged men wearing merch with your face in it, but he’ll brave through the whole ordeal if it means getting to talk to you during a fan meeting.

alhaitham who has you as his phone’s wallpaper, which is why he never opens it when he’s in campus nor does he let anyone borrow it, even during emergencies. one memorable time was when kaveh broke his leg and needed alhaitham’s phone to call his mom, and after several arguments, alhaitham agreed but only after changing his wallpaper and locking several apps so kaveh wouldn’t be able to snoop.

alhaitham who knocks into kaveh during a concert, so now he’s stuck having to do the chores because of blackmail.

alhaitham who grits his teeth to keep from outing himself as your fan whenever kaveh goes into long monologues during class about your songs, having to bite back his tongue in order to stop himself from blurting out that no, your songs aren’t just full of cutesy lyrics, they have a deeper meaning to them that goes into the realities of the real world and how it affects people blah blah blah.

and it isn’t until the entire room is silent save for the sound of his long-winded rant that alhaitham realizes that he may just be a little in too deep to be called a casual fan.

“maybe the literal wall of posters should have clued you in on it,” kaveh tells him with an unimpressed stare.

[seiwas]

hihi sel!! for your blurb game... hawks + nose + slow burn

thanks for sending this prompt bitti!! 💗

hawks + nose + slow burn

contains: non-canon au, commercial model!hawks, childhood best friends to lovers, pining, hawks gets drunk, reader dates a guy at some point, kinda cliche but i am a sucker for that

keigo's nose twitches when he lies.

it's a tell you've known well all your life.

when he was 5, he used to climb up a tree to practice how to "fly". it was really just him trying to parachute down using his bedsheets, but you watched every attempt―cheered him on whether it was a success or failure.

and when his mother's voice echoed down the park, you watched as he answered, "no," when she asked if he was trying to launch himself up to the sky.

you first noticed it then, the delayed reaction a few seconds after he had just covered up the truth: his nose twitched twice, a quick crinkling of his nose bridge. you didn't think much of it until it happened the second, third, and fourth time.

at first, you'd felt betrayed, being pulled by your ankles down into the swimming pool when he promised you he wouldn't. at 10 years old, you held these things like an oath―

"i promise! won't even go near you. see?" he swims away from the ledge you remain hesitant of approaching, hands raised up in surrender as he laughs.

―compelling; believable. trustworthy. water weighs down his otherwise bird's nest hair, taming it slack against his forehead. with his eyes forming into crescents when he smiles, he looks like the very image of a good kid down the block.

you get better at spotting it as you grow up together, and soon enough, you realize, it suits keigo to be a liar. he's charming above all, drips down sweet words like honey to anyone gullible enough to believe it. they're empty promises most of the time, but a lot of people fall for it, you notice. you included.

"i’m not interested anyway," he tells you at 18, right after graduation. one of the girls in your class was brave enough to confess to him and you’re curious how he feels about it, if anything.

being keigo's longest and arguably even best friend means that you know him better than anyone else. you were there when he was ugly, puberty catching up to him slowly. you’ve witnessed him just woken up, groggy from a full night of studying, because despite the nonchalance he often displays, he does care about his grades more than he lets on.

you know when he’s happy, when he talks about his dreams; the excitement he felt when he was scouted as a commercial model for a prestigious agency. you know his heart, beneath all his playfulness, how he keeps the people he values close to his chest and cares about them more than anything.

(you remember every single time keigo has lied on your behalf, nose twitch after nose twitch—that time you spilled grape juice all over your carpet and keigo told your mother that it was all his fault; when you forgot a book for one of your classes and keigo gave you his, taking the consequence of detention in your stead.)

you know keigo well because you love all the parts of him.

so when his nose twitches after he tells you he doesn't care much for relationships, your heart breaks just a little bit. you begin to wonder if keigo has a type, and if that girl fits right into it.

.

getting over keigo while still being his best friend is a herculean, if not impossible, task.

his career skyrockets and you go to university; your schedules are always in conflict but he still happens to be everywhere you look―ads on your instagram feed, wallpapers on your classmates' phones. there are shorts of his interviews constantly recommended on your youtube homepage and the feeling is both weird and comforting watching someone you know so well be so accessible yet difficult to meet.

you could reach out, sure, but you know he's busy enough as is. you don't think it's his priority to―

"come over soon," he texts you one thursday night.

your heart hammers against your chest, fingers numbing as you nearly drop your phone. it's embarrassing how quickly you type out, "when?"

but keigo is a fast texter, somehow always beating you to your replies first.

"this sat?" he double messages.

and you're about to reply "down" when he chats again, his words leaving an ache in your chest that you can't help but feel guilty for.

"haven't seen u in ages i think i'm starting to hallucinate hearing ur voice or smth."

.

spending more weekends together makes it harder for you to get over him, sitting on his couch as you both eat takeout; earlier today, you'd stumbled upon some stupid tiktok gossiping about all the dating scandals he's been embroiled in this past year.

you stuff chow mein down your throat, swallow it in big gulps as you glance at your best friend across you; he remains lax and unbothered as his legs cross in front of him, eyes on the the movie you're currently watching. it's a slow and painful process trying to get yourself to be just as uncaring about the entire thing, but with how often keigo lies, you find it hard to distinguish whether his "playboy" image is real or just for marketing.

curiosity gets the better of you when the question slips out, awkward and clearly fabricated.

"one of my friends is asking if i can introduce you."

you avoid eye contact in fear that he'll be able to tell you're making it up. no one from university knows you're keigo's best friend; he's kept you a secret just as much as you've kept him one.

"tell them sorry, too busy to date," he shoves a handful of popcorn straight into his mouth, chewing exaggeratedly to conceal the fact that his nose is twitching. his arm is slung over the back of the couch as you nestle yourself on the other end of it.

the topic is sensitive for the both of you; keigo always shoots down any opportunity to talk about his love life and you're always conscious of the fact that you might seem too eager to want to know what the real score is between him and the girl at the bar, at the photoshoot, at the gala, at the―

"am sure uni doesn't give you much time either, right?"

he changes the subject.

.

keigo is linked to a lot of people in the industry; it's a consequence of the job, as they say. rumors are neither confirmed nor denied and you're just as clueless as the public is despite the fact that you've known him your whole life and spend your weekends eating greasy takeout on his expensive couch.

you should move on, you tell yourself.

it doesn't mean anything that the throw blanket on his bed is the one you crocheted for him when he turned 21. the picture that sits on his entryway isn't anything more than a memento of youth with his best friend. sure, he makes time for you despite his busy schedule, but that's what all good friends do.

.

so, you start seeing someone. and when you tell keigo, things change.

it only makes sense that you hang out with him less, but he changes more than the circumstances do and you don't think that's fair at all.

he's started replying to you late, which has never happened before. and he's begun cancelling plans with you at the last minute, only for you to find leaked pictures of him at some bar with a bunch of people hanging by his arms.

keigo hangs around alcohol, but he rarely ever indulges, so having him call you shit-faced drunk right after he cancelled hanging out on the same weekend is definitely something new.

you’re in rare form driving his car to pick him up, hoisting him onto the passenger seat as he passes out to sleep. it’s only when you get to his apartment that he groggily wakes.

the elevator ride has him clinging to the side railings, his groans filling the tiny space. an empty plastic bag is ready in your hand in case he needs to hurl—which he doesn’t, thankfully—but he crashes on the couch as soon as he walks in the door.

you ready a glass of water and painkillers on the coffee table in front of him before grabbing the throw blanket from his bedroom. when you return, he's tucked into himself like a baby, knees curled up and arms crossed around torso in an embrace.

it both endears you and aches; you'd hug him if you could. if only your feelings could handle being closer to him than you should be.

instead, you settle for tucking him in, draping the crochet blanket over him as he snuggles into it.

admittedly, you're still kind of pissed; he did flake on your plans after all. but when he mumbles your name in his sleep, you find all of that anger flushed down the drain immediately.

.

the first time keigo meets the guy you've been seeing, you don't expect the hostility.

your best friend is your best friend for a reason—he's the warmest, friendliest person you know. even the media portrays him that way: charming and a little too flirty for his own good.

"quit it," you tell him when your kind-of-not-yet boyfriend goes to the restroom. you're pretty sure keigo's the reason he needed to go in the first place.

keigo sips his tea, doing a complete switch-up when he smiles at you and asks, "quit what?"

you roll your eyes, "i'm pretty sure he pissed himself because of you."

he snorts, shrugging his shoulders, "not my fault."

it is completely his fault.

from the moment your not-yet-boyfriend shook keigo's hand, your best friend has done nothing but stare him down―a piercing glare like that of hawk’s hunting its prey. you'd liken his grip to talons digging into skin if you could.

"you're such an asshole," you shake your head resignedly, chuckling. the horrible thing about this is that you kind of liked seeing keigo make him squirm.

"it's my job," he lifts his cup up to cheers.

(you find out later on that this is when your kind-of-not-yet boyfriend realized it would never work out.)

.

you're not crying when you tell keigo about the kind-of-break-up. you don't even think you feel that sad about it.

"sorry things had to end that way..." keigo says beside you, legs crossed under half of the crocheted blanket on his couch.

you give him a side-eye and notice his nose twitch. you'd know that fake sad tone anywhere.

"i was starting to warm up to him, you know..."

another nose twitch. you kick his shin under the blanket, the half on top of you rustling on top of your lap, "yeah right, nose-twitcher."

"ouch, that burned," he pretends to be hurt for the theatrics and you roll your eyes, chuckling in return.

everything about this moment is everything it should not be―it's too comfortable, too familiar, too easy. your relationship with keigo is everything you want but can't have and times like this remind you especially of that fact.

he's your best friend―

"why'd he break up with you anyway?"

―and is the reason why you can't seem to make it work with anyone else.

"i don't want to get in the way," your kind-of-ex started. you looked at him, confused.

"you have feelings for him," he further explained, "and it looks like he feels the same."

your kind-of-not-yet boyfriend said he'd caught that moment at the coffee shop as soon as he got out of the restroom―you and keigo laughing as you clinked cups.

you blink away the memory, shrugging, "don't know, just said it wasn't working out or something."

keigo hums, a beat of silence passing between the two of you before he speaks up again.

"well, it's his loss."

you turn to look at him and find sincerity; you're sure he means it, just not in the way you want him to, an awkward "thanks" mumbled under your breath.

.

things with keigo go back to the way things were, but not exactly.

his schedule miraculously clears up on the weekdays too, and he begins visiting your apartment to take you out for brunch whenever he finds the time.

he also stops going to bars and a whole year passes for him without any dating scandal, except for when he attended your graduation.

you try not to feel too happy about it, but when he's asked about the nature of your relationship, he says that you're important to him. the answer is still vague, but it's infinitely better than the way he used to evade all the previous ones.

"i'm rebranding," he tells you when you mention something about how you haven't seen any gossip tiktoks about him lately.

you push down the hope that fizzes in your chest, even when the biggest change of all is the fact that you think he's gotten clingy.

"wanna stay over again?" he asks you on a tuesday night as you're having dinner, on the table this time. you've already been here for the past two days.

you eye him suspiciously, "are you scared of your apartment or something?"

"no."

"so why?" you take a sip of water.

"no reason," he copies you, bringing his cup up higher to hide his nose; it twitches before you can catch a look.

"well, i have an early day at work tomorrow," you check your phone, "so you have to give me a better reason."

you stare at each other for a while, the silence suddenly turning a touch heavy, like suspense building up to an important scene.

he blinks. you blink.

you watch him intently, see every thought that crosses behind golden irises. he juts his lips out slightly, as if contemplating what he should say next, if he even should. it's unlike any expression you've seen on his face before, and you'd say he almost looks nervous if you only had a reference of how that emotion translates on him.

then he takes a small breath, closing his eyes half a second longer than a blink before opening them again, directing his gaze at you.

"it's better when you're around."

oh.

you don't exactly know how to respond to that; you know you shouldn't read into it too much, but then he continues―

"and i miss you when you're gone."

your breath is on hold, a measly "oh," drawn from you. time feels suspended at this dinner table, your brain finding words to say.

keigo doesn't let go of his gaze and his nose has not twitched.

you try to push it further.

"i'm," you start, already stuttering, "i'm sure you'll survive a day without your best friend."

the chuckle that escapes you gives him an option to downplay this entire thing—to turn it into a joke and make it clear once and for all that you stand no chance feeling the way you do.

except, he doesn't return your laugh. his gaze softens as he holds his stare, the corners of his lips curling into a small smile.

"and if you're more to me than just my best friend?"

you search for any sign that this is some cruel trick keigo's playing on you, that he's lying to get some kind of reaction again. but there's nothing—his nose completely still as he awaits your answer.

a/n: mostly unedited, this is so long help. at some point i started envisioning gojo ngl 😭 anyway this is my first time writing hawks! i'm not so sure if i got his character right because he's complicated but!! i enjoyed writing this (clearly with how long it is 😭😭). he knows that his nose twitch is his tell (reader told him at some point), that's why he tries to hide it sometimes! also he never truly dated anyone haha man is unfortunately very non-committal 🥹 i think getting to this point with reader is a big step! he had feelings for reader early on too but i think he's very careful with it (which is also why it took him this long to do something about it!)

hope you like this bitti! 💗

[farmerstarter]

eeee i love your work! could you do something with a fem (or gn that’s fine) reader with haley? maybe having a girls night? thank you so much! have a lovely day or night!!! :) 🩷🩷

ʚ📸ɞ ˚ · . A Girl's Night with Haley :

Tags: Haley from SDV x fem!reader

I'm so sorry this took so long anon! I got lazy for the past few days and didn't want to do any requests ^^; but I hope you like this, despite its lateness. If you have any requests then feel free to send me an ask!

🎀You and Haley didn't start off on the right foot so it's surreal to be in her room for a one-on-one girls night. If you told your past self you were sitting on her vanity, looking at the little red boats of her beach wallpaper and having Haley comb through your hair, she'd laugh in your face. But you were here, doing exactly that. Haley sent you a letter earlier that morning, inviting you to her room to spend the night. It was delicate, carefully crafted than the usual letter you'd get from your parents or Lewis. It smelled like Haley's perfume, a sweet undertone of cocoa. Even had a lipstick kiss mark at the end to seal the deal. You hardly dress up. The fanciest dress you've ever worn was for the Flower Dance, which you spent standing on the sidelines, totally not staring at Haley while she spun around. It's not that you like her (you totally do), but you decided to put on your better pairs of boots for the occasion. You're sure Haley would like the gesture and from her looking you up and down with a smile, it worked. But the boots weren't the reason why she was smiling.

🎀Haley baked cookies for you. They're in the shape of chickens. Well, as close to chickens as they could get. There were white ones, brown ones, blue ones, and one black one for the void chicken that's in your coop. There were as many cookies as chickens that you have. You could tell which cookie was which chicken. It surprised you. You've only shown Haley your coop once and you thought she was too busy making sure she didn't ruin her shoes. The cookies were your favorite flavor.

🎀It was spring, so the only thing that Haley has been thinking about was the Flower Dance. She insisted you help her practice her dance moves. She wanted to be Flower Queen for the sixth time in a row. You and her danced in the middle of her bedroom, your hands intertwined together. The two of you would take turns twirling each other, both of you moving closer after each spin. You and Haley ended up slow dancing in each others arms. She asked you to be her dance partner right then and there. You happily accepted. She later joked that she wouldn't mind as much if you won Flower Queen instead of her.

🎀You had sunflowers for Haley, your go-to gift for her. Literally the only reason why you started growing them on your farm. And as she always does, she fawns over it and says her thanks. You soon found out that she keeps your sunflowers in a vase in her bedroom. And for the sunflowers that were about to wilt, she told you that she turned them into bookmarks with Emily's help. She later told you her plan to make you and her flower crowns for the Flower Dance out of the sunflowers you give her 🥺

🎀It didn't take long for Haley to take out her camera. You two had a makeshift photoshoot, using all the hats, scarves and accessories in Haley's closet as props. Haley set her camera up on a tripod, and she would run to you to pose before the timer would run and snap a photo. The photos are an amalgamation of faces, some overly serious, most were just big smiles and blushing cheeks. Haley's favorite photo is of her kissing your cheek, the two of you dressed up in Haley's winter clothes. You decided it's your favorite as well. Haley keeps that picture framed on her bedside table.

🎀You've watched "The Brave Little Sapling", both of you wearing pajamas, and huddled together on Haley's bed with her head resting on your shoulder and cappuccino mousse cake on both your laps.

🎀The two of you baked pink cake in the kitchen, trying to be quiet because it was 1 in the morning. The two of you got that idea after finding a recipe for it in one of the many magazines that Haley has. It turned out great, a bit lopsided but that didn't stop Haley from taking pictures of your creation. It had little heart candies sprinkled on top of it. Haley broke her spring diet to eat a slice with you.

🎀You left the next morning with leftover cookies, one of Haley's hats ("It's yours now, I don't want my (y/n) getting sunburnt), and a heart shaped locket with a picture of Haley. Haley's got one for her too, one with your picture in it. She gave it to you the moment you were about to leave for home. She was descreet about it, making sure Emily was out of sight. She slipped it in your front pocket, blushing. And of course, she said good bye with a quick peck on the cheek.

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Scared?

Summary: You’ve been picking your boyfriend up from his haunted house gig, since his car broke down and just because it’s raining doesn’t mean it’s going to be any different, is it? Otherwise known as Changmin takes your mind off of being scared.

Oneshot

Smut, Fluff, Non-idol au, Established Relationship au 

Warnings: Dacryphilia, Slight Corruption kink (not as much as I had wanted), Unprotected sex, Slight hair pulling (m!receiving), Fingering (f!recieving) Use of pet names: Baby (frequently) and Good girl (once). Again, this takes place in a haunted house (afterhours), so everything that comes with that. *And if I missed anything pls lmk!*

Word Count: 2,382

Changmin (Q) X Fem!Reader

[A/n: This takes place in the same world (haunted house) of Fearful First Dates by @jinkoh, and Scaredy-cats by me.]

If you are a minor, please do not read/engage with this post. This is an 18+ work. 

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Since Changmin’s car is in the shop for the week. You’ve been picking him up from his job. He always comes out with a happy little smile before rushing to the passenger door, “Baby! You won’t believe the people I scared today!” You grin as he hops in, telling you about it. You weren’t great with horror or scares. But it brought him joy, so you’d always listen to him as you drove him home. You can’t wait to hear what wild stories he has this time as you call him, letting him know you’re on your way. He answers, “Hey, Baby, since it’s raining, I’m gonna wait inside the building until you get here.” You hum, “Oh, okay, do you want me to pull up to the door?” “No, actually, I was wondering if you could come in so we could wait for the rain to pass together.” You gulp, “Um, Changminnie, you want me to go inside the haunted house?” He cheerily replies, “Yeah!” “Are the others there?” “No.” Well, since there’s no scarers outside of your doting boyfriend, it can’t be that bad, right? You sigh, “I uh, I guess I could come to whatever room you're waiting in…” “Perfect! I’ll see you in a little, then?” You sigh again, “Yeah, I’m pulling up now.”

You park as close to the back entrance as possible, not wanting to walk through the rain even though it’s just a light drizzle. You shake your head as you shut your car door, realizing he could have just rushed to your car. There must be some reason he wants you in there. With a sigh, you decide to be brave and head in instead of calling him to come out. You make it up the steps and open the door, gulping as you move the curtain back. You fill with dread as you take it all in. You've only been in here once before when they were starting to decorate, and now it looks like something out of your worst nightmare. The blood-splattered Victorian wallpaper and Persian rugs make your face twist into disgust. You make the mistake of looking up to notice the netting that wasn’t there the last time and see fake bloody limbs entangled in it. You also notice how the stage lights are on instead of the overhead lights. And while you look up you feel something squish under your foot, causing you to yelp. You recoil in disgust, focusing all of your attention on the rugs as to not step on anything else. It’s somehow worse without the other scarers. No laughter or screams fill the darkened hallways, making it spookier. It feels unsettling to hear the creeks of your steps beneath your feet. You can’t help it as tears prick your eyes as you continue through the haunted house. It was one thing when people were in the building but another when it was empty. It was as if something could come out from the shadows with vicious intent. 

You walk faster as fear starts to set in. You call for Changmin when you hear something dripping. He calls back, and you rush to the room you heard his voice come from. With tears in your eyes, you knock. And he opens the door, “Come on in, baby.” He takes in your appearance as you fling yourself into his arms and sniffle, “Please don’t make me do that alone again.” He asks, “What, were you scared?” You look at him as your tears finally fall from your eyes as you scowl at him, “You already know I was!” He moves his arms from your waist to cup your face in his hands, and asks, “Would you like me to take your mind off the scary things?” You scrunch your nose at him, “How so?” He smirks, “I have an idea or two since we’re the only ones here and all~” He brings his lips to yours as he asks, “What do you say?” You sniffle again as you whisper, “Please.” He smirks as he kisses you, “Good girl.” 

When he pulls away, he twists you around after shutting the door, and you catch a glimpse of the cushy-looking bed, “Is this okay?” You nod as you shake off your jacket before he looks over his shoulder to see the camera’s watchful eyes. “Hold on one second, baby.” He finds some masking tape and rips it off with his teeth. He mumbles, “Jacob if you only knew what real fun was…” Before returning to you, asking rhetorically, “So, where were we?” You smile, “The part where you kiss me before pushing me backwards.” He smirks, winking at you as he says, “Right.” He tilts your chin up, gently kissing your lips before licking your bottom lip. You part your lips, and his tongue eagerly slips in before pushing you back onto the bed. He pulls away, giggling at the sight of you, “You always look so cute all sprawled out for me~” He climbs over you, and you wrap your arms around his neck to bring him to you and kiss him deeply. Your fingers find their way into his hair, tugging on it, making him groan into the kiss. And before you can do anything else, he pulls away from your lips. You pout at him, and he giggles before giving you another peck before kissing down your neck, nipping at spots as he makes his way to the collar of your shirt. His hands crawl under your shirt, sending shivers up your spine. You lift your arms over your head, and he slips it off of you before reattaching his lips to your collarbone. He nips until you groan out, and he sucks on the spot until it becomes red. He makes a few more marks before pulling away, satisfied. You smile at him, and he brings you in for another kiss. 

You tug on his shirt, and when your lips part, he throws it up and over his head. You smile as you run your fingers down his chest and make quick work of his pants. He kicks them off before he undoes your jeans and slips them off you, slowly kissing your thighs as he goes, “You’re so pretty.” You blush as he comes back up to kiss you again. He whispers against your lips, “My cute little baby.” You peck his lips before his voice drops an octave, “I can’t wait to ruin you.” You rut your clothed hips into his as he asks, “What do you want, baby?” Already knowing the answer as you tell him, “You… Please…” He hooks his fingers underneath your underwear, slipping them off of you before rubbing his first two fingers along your entrance, “Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” Before slipping a finger in, seeing that you can take two, he slips in another, and you close your eyes, moaning as he curls his fingers inside you. He thrusts his fingers in a few more times before slipping his fingers out. You open your eyes, blinking at him in confusion at the loss of pleasure. Just to watch him pop his fingers into his mouth. He hums as he pulls them out, “You always taste so sweet.” He hovers over you, looking deeply into your eyes as he whispers, “Wanna see for yourself?” You hum, and he kisses you deeply, and you taste yourself on his tongue. You let out a little groan as he pulls away from your lips, a trail of saliva connecting you two. Both of you groan at the sight before it breaks, and he finally slips his briefs off. 

His cock springs free, hitting his abdomen before he runs it along your folds. He rolls his hips against yours, causing you both to groan. Before he finally lines up with your entrances and slips in, you both moan at the feeling of him slowly filling you up. When he finally bottoms out, he groans, “You take me so well, baby…” He kisses you, taking your breath away as he starts slowly moving in and out of you. When he pulls away, you moan out his name. He nips at your lips as he starts setting a pace. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him to you until he drops his forearms on either side of you. You smile at him, and he grins back before you pull him in for a rough kiss. Your lips mashing together as he thrusts inside of you. You tug on his hair, finally getting what you want as he groans into your mouth, and you can swipe your tongue over his. You savor the kiss before he parts, and you pout as he looks into your eyes. “How can you look so innocent and sweet when you’re taking all of me.” He pauses his thrusts to whisper to you, “You just make me want to fuck you that much harder.” He pulls away to pepper kisses along your jaw, making you sigh contentedly as he starts thrusting into you faster. 

He effectively calms you down from your earlier fright. That is until you hear something creaking along the hallway outside the room. Your eyes grow wide as you gulp, “W-what was that?” He groans as he thrusts into you harder before answering, “Oh…” He pauses, “It was just sounds of the building settling. It’s okay. Don’t be scared.” He leans in next to your ear to whisper, “I’ll protect you.” You give him a small nod before he resumes, and he starts whispering sweet nothings in your ear, “You are always so good to me…” You groan as his thrusts become rougher, as he adjusts one of his hands to hold your waist. And you hear the creaking noises again. This time closer to the door, the sound starts to freak you out, causing you to shiver, and he moans at the feeling. And whether it was from the creaking or Changmin groaning sweet nothings into your ear as he thrusts into you. You're not sure, but you start tearing up again. He looks up from your jaw to see the tears starting to streak your cheeks. He groans loudly at the sight, “Sh-shit, you look so pretty when you cry…” You sob, and he asks, “Are you scared, baby?” Pulling out before slamming back in to ask, “Or are you so fucked out you can’t control your tears?” You whine as he starts kissing your tears away, “C-Chang-min… Please…” He glares, “Which is it?” And you moan as you try to meet his thrusts, “B-Both…” He smirks as he moves his fingers from holding your waist in place to rubbing your clit, causing you to cry out his name, “That’s it, baby. Cry for me.” 

You cry out harder as he rubs faster, “I-I’m close, Ji…” He smirks and puts more pressure on your clit as rubs circles over it, “Come on, baby, cum for me.” You cry harder as you hit your high, cumming all over his cock. He groans at the feeling of your walls convulsing around him. He groans, “(Y/n)... (Y/n), fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He looks over your tear-stained cheeks as he pulls his hand away from your clit. “Fuck… You’re so cute.” His hips stutter into yours as he cums. He wipes his hand on the duvet before wiping the remaining tears on your cheeks away. He asks, “You okay? I didn’t go too hard on you, did I?” You shake your head, “No.” He smiles as he gives you a gentle peck, “Good.” He lays gently over you as he tells you, “You did so well for me.” You take a second to catch your breath before asking, “Crying?” He turns red as he whispers, “Yeah…” against your skin. You giggle at him as you pull his face to yours, “You should have said so sooner.” You pull him in for a kiss, basking in the feeling. When he parts from your lips, he slips out. You both shudder at the feeling, making you both laugh. He lays beside you, looking at you fondly, “You’re so lovely.” You grin, “And tired.” He laughs, and you kiss his nose, “Thanks for distracting me from the horrors.” He smirks, “If this is what you need to distract you from horror, you should pick me up from inside more often.” You squint at him, “Don’t push your luck.” The two of you laugh before settling into a comfortable silence. 

After lying there quietly for a while, just soaking in the ambiance, he gets up, cleaning the both of you up before helping you get dressed. He pulls on his shirt and pants before heading to the camera, taking off the masking tape. You join him as he waves at the camera, and you both stick your tongue out at it. Before he puts his hand out for you to take, and you slip your hand in his. He holds your hand tightly, and you bury your face into his shoulder as you walk back out of the haunted house together. He asks, “Baby, are you scared?” You shake your head ‘yes’ into his shoulder, and he says, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” He walks you to the door, with no surprise scares along the way. 

He pulls back the curtain and lets you out first. With the rain no longer coming down, you hand him over your keys. He opens your door and helps you in, buckling your seatbelt and shutting your door before heading to the driver’s side. He looks over and sees your pout, “You didn’t kiss me as you buckled me in.” He giggles as he puts the key in the ignition, turning towards you before gently kissing your swollen lips, “Better?” You hum as he turns the engine over. He asks, “Yours or mine?” “Yours if you promise ‘your kids’ will stay in the kitchen…” He laughs, “Our kids… But yeah, I’m sure they’ll be on their best behavior since you’ll be home.” You roll your eyes but give him a small smile, “Yeah… And if you say so.” He puts his hand on your thigh, squeezing it lightly before telling you, “Yeah, I do.”

[formulalfc]

Stop cause why can i imagine that Trent would have this one wallpaper for his phone for when he goes to clubs or somewhere he knows he’ll get hit on

Like the wallpaper is his hand around your throat whip you looked all fucked out

Like he’s out at the club with some friends and your there but hanging out with his friends girlfriends and these girls come and try to hit on him but he just turns his phone on pretending to check the time but really he wants them to see the wallpaper so they know he’s taken and they immediately feel embarrassed and walk away. But he see what happened and walk over to him and he sees them looking so he wraps his hand around your throat and kisses you. 🤯

okay cause he deffo has like loads of different lock screen options, but when you guys are going out he makes sure the pic is of you with his hand around your neck. you guys are out with the players and the wags so of course the lads are getting a lot of attention from the random girls that are in the club. some girl was brave enough to approach your boyfriend and ask him to go dance with her and he declines, as he discreetly switches in his phone so that she can see the background. as soon as she sees the picture of you with trent's hand around her neck she's muttering an apology and walking off. you had been eyeing the whole thing from afar, trusting your boyfriend to handle it, so when you saw the girl walk away you excused yourself from the girls. he smirks as he sees you walking over, standing up to greet you as you both cast a quick glance at the girl who is now standing watching you both with her friends. you step closer to him and tell him "might as well give them something to talk about" he grins as he places his hand around your neck, gently squeezing the sides as he brings his lips down to yours. you guys are going for it, tongues clashing as you make out, only breaking away when you hear the boys start groaning in disgust.

inbox is open send me some ramble requests <3

( this is the lock screen vibe i'm getting )

[woundlingus]

Sabriel in the 70s conversation pit (my second most recent reblogged post)

In news I’m sure will horrify you as requester and everyone else who knows me for my horny niche, I actually made fluff with feelings- they get a fade to black tho so know in your heart that they fuck gross and nasty

Short sabriel fluff, misunderstandings and feelings under the cut ❤️

“Welp, this is me.”

Sam hovered just behind as Gabriel slipped a key into a lock that looked like it was just about ready to rust and fall apart, sure he was going to have to kick the door in and give the neighbours all something to call the cops about, but by some miracle the key still turned within and clicked the old thing open, sending the door creaking itself open on uneven hinges.

“Make yourself… comfortable, I guess,” Gabriel told him, hovering in the doorway as he watched a world he no longer lived in come to life with the flick of the lights.

Faded orange carpet, green walls, a fucking disco ball. Movie posters on the wall for some obscenely sexualised horror movie with the final girl splayed out in the monsters arms, and a boxy tv on one of those rounded tables.

It was seventies in a way Sam had never been old enough or rich enough to experience firsthand, his encounter with it was mostly floral wallpapers in motels, and the playboy magazine that used to be Dean’s that he’d stolen, which might have even been John’s that Dean had stolen first, which was… a lot grosser now that he was old enough to think about it.

The tables were red, the counter tops were red, the chair seats were red- none of it worked together, which in its own gauche way seemed to work. If Sam had to conjure an image of where the trickster might reside, he might very well conjure this very image. It was enough to make him want to laugh, at the predictability, at the cliche, at the almost vulgar way Gabriel had set up an apartment to look like a set he could picture tall and tan oiled men pushing over blonde babysitters in what looked like a ‘sex pit’ of a living space sunken into the floor, all to the tune of Girls On Film.

It would be very funny, if that person still existed.

This had been a home, and yet Gabriel wandered around the furniture as though he were a stranger, afraid to touch any of it too much. He stuck out like a sore thumb in a space he would have blended in just a few years ago, instead he cringed away from the performance of fun and sexuality. Despite being a man of small stature Gabriel had always taken up a lot of space with a big presence, but here among relics of things he didn’t want or need anymore he just seemed so much more impossibly small; perhaps it was the way he refused to look up from his shoes, like if he raised his head to look at the world he used to fit into he might fall apart and he’d just managed to get himself together after so long, he’d only just gotten brave enough to let Sam drive him here and open up a time capsule from a life pre-hell.

“Thanks for doing this, by the way,” he called back to Sam as he wandered around barstools to get to the kitchen. “There shouldn’t be much to pack.”

“You want me to get started anywhere in particular-“ Sam started, watching Gabriel swing the fridge door open and then immediately slam it shut with absolute disgust. “We’re not bringing the fridge, huh?”

“Absolutely not, don’t open that if you value your life.”

He wandered off down toward a hallway, presumably where he’d find the bedroom and most of Gabriel’s personal possessions that he’d care about keeping, but the guy appeared right in front of him to cut him off from going any further.

“You uh, don’t wanna go in the bedroom until I clear some stuff out first either.”

Sam, with the roll of his eyes, “Gabriel, I’m a grown up. I don’t care if you have sex toys, just tell me which drawer and I’ll leave it alone.”

“It’s cute you think it’s a drawer. Don’t go in there.”

He didn’t know if it was better or worse not to know, not knowing saved him the potential trauma of seeing something he was not prepared to know about his only very recently offical boyfriend, but the not knowing left his mind running rampant with ideas that were probably a lot more dramatic than the reality hidden behind the door- he just thought he deserved a heads up beforehand if Gabriel needed to put him in a little cage with a tail in his ass in order to get off.

“Well, is there anything I can touch?”

He hadn’t meant to, but it had been a long drive and he was tired, and it left an air of shortness to his question. He was tired, Gabriel had asked him to come all the way out here and now he wasn’t even allowed to touch- it almost always felt like Gabriel didn’t want to make space for him, and that wasn’t entirely fair to say when he knew this was hard, but it was hard too to be guarded away from bubble wrapping lava lamps like it was all sacred ground of a better life before he was stuck with Sam.

“Please don’t be mad at me.”

And it’s all over just like that, before it can even start. With the mighty archangel Gabriel, pulling at his fingers, lip wobbling like he was waiting to be yelled at. Punished. Put in his place.

Again, frustrating, especially when neither of them were wrong, and neither of them could help it.

He throws his hands up in defeat, and follows the stairs down into the sunken lounge space to find a seat to bide his time, “Fine. Let me know when you’re done.”

“I don’t know what I did,” Gabriel said, following him down like a little mouse. “If I did something wrong you have to tell me.”

It felt silly trying to find the words to lay it out so bare and plain, that surrounded by gaudy riches Sam felt insecure. Insecure about the kind of life he could provide someone like Gabriel- something like Gabriel. An archangel; a god; a playboy. What could a poor man who was too scared of loud noises and had a bad back provide for the likes of him when what Gabriel enjoyed most was luxury in excess and being the center of a party? How many others had passed through the door, how many lovers had he shared a bedspace Sam wasn’t allowed to enter? What kind of a life was it for a social butterfly to live buried under the earth with Sam and his only friends- his older brother, and Gabriel’s brother; who were basically obligated to be his friend based on principle. Sam wasn’t fun, his idea of fun was being left alone for a solid fifteen hours to get a really good sleep and maybe jerk off without having to wonder if Dean was going to kick in the motel door at any moment. That’s who Gabriel was saddling himself with, a man who was thirty seven and still needed to sleep with his big brother in the room lest he have bad dreams, he couldn’t even give him a motel room to fuck in.

But Gabriel could do all those things if he really wanted to now that he’d gained a little more strength back, and if it’s what made him happy then it’s what would make Sam happy, because what really made him happy was Gabriel! But hadn’t, not even once, tried to allow Sam into any part of his life. It was all grand tales of mighty conquests and high speed chases, and none of the actual living- at least, not with Sam. Maybe Gabriel had another boyfriend, a better one that he saw on weekends when Sam was away hunting with Dean. One that was cool, and funny, and liked all of the things Gabriel liked…

Okay… now he’s just spinning out, so he has to say something before he creates a whole pretend man to get angry at.

“Why don’t you want me involved in your life?”

Gabriel stared at him hard for a good long minute, long enough for Sam to flush a deep shade of red with embarrassment.

“Never mind-“

“You are my life.”

Gabriel says it so matter of factly that it’s now Sam’s turn to sit there gobsmacked and staring, and while it makes his heart swell a little he isn’t quite sure he believes fully that Gabriel wasn’t saying that just to shut him up.

“I don’t think you understand what I’m saying-“ Sam stopped and gestured at all of Gabriel’s things, “-This. Your life. Who you are. You never let me be a part of it, you never let me in.”

“This isn’t my life,” Gabriel said, an echo of exhaustion to his tone and the way he slumped into the tacky printed pillows. “This was a thing I did. I don’t let you be a part of it because I’m embarrassed. For whatever reason you’ve decided that you see something of worth in me, and I don’t want you free roaming my past and remembering I’m some kind of scumbag.”

“I don’t care that you were… very… sexually active, Gabriel.”

“This is about more than just the sex- this isn’t me! This life isn’t something I want to associate with you!”

A line of tension forms in Sam’s jaw as he snaps his mouth shut, but before he can glare and storm out, Gabriel continues.

“I’m building something new, something better with you. All of this is buried under a mountain of shit with Loki and what happened that I don’t want to begin to unpack, I just want to go! I don’t want you in here becoming tangled up with everything that feels so bad when you’re the only good thing I’ve got!”

Well, now he just feels stupid.

The shame must be visible all over his face because Gabriel scoots across the lounge to drag him in close, closing the distance first for Sam to the be able to put his arm around him.

“Right… sorry.”

Gabriel shrugged, “I don’t know what there is to be insecure about, it’s not like any of this was ever real.”

“It was though, even if it’s all tainted and bad now this was your life, and I can- I want to help you pack what you still love and bring it home. Pretending it’s not real isn’t going to fix anything, let me help you do this right. Say goodbye.”

There was a deep sigh from under Sam’s arm as Gabriel relented, whether he believed Sam’s quack science or not was up in the air but he’d do it anyway.

“Fine. You want to say goodbye to the house? I feel like the only appropriate way to say goodbye is the same way I said hello. To bring it full circle.”

“Sure,” Sam agreed before he knew what that meant, because all he heard was what sounded like Gabriel making healthy choices, and it wasn’t until the angel had straddled his lap that he understood just how he’d christened the house. “How many people have you screwed on this couch?”

“I mean, they call it the conversation lounge for the great many guests you can have all at once… I don’t know that we were doing much talking though.”

“Oh god…” Sam sighed and scrunched his nose up, trying not to focus too hard on the couch and if he felt any stiff spots beneath where he was sitting.

“Oh no, Sam. God was definitely not in the room when that was happening.”

“Oh, shut up,” Sam groaned and leaned in to kiss Gabriel before he could open his mouth with another disgusting comment, grinning into Gabriel’s throat at the playful shriek out his mouth as Sam toppled them over into the pillows, to give Gabriel a touch of something sweet to remember a chunk of his life by.

[g-girlshavingfun]

December Prompts

27) Weathered boxing gloves - Abby & Joe

Not long after Joe wakes up in OSOT, he goes for a walk around the school grounds at night and comes across Abby in the P&E barn. (3,949)

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The chill in the air bit at Joe’s fingers as he snuck out of the school one night in early November. It clung to his face and nibbled at his skin, slipping through his clothes and gnawing at his toes. It hung in the air like a noose from a branch, singing a haunting tale of pain and screaming an ominous warning as it danced in the wind. Abnormal for even this time of year, a few tendrils of snow had fallen earlier in the day, flakes of it still clinging to the ivy that climbed up the old stone walls. Joe hadn’t been there to see it fall, but Rachel had kept him updated all the same, the two of them caught in conversations about the weather of all things as they weaved and dodged around the topics that set his chest on fire to even think about. She had called it unnatural, the cold snap they had found themselves in.

Perhaps the sun was grieving too.

A gust of wind sent shivers down his spine, shrieking in agony. He turned towards it, filling his lungs with the needles of frost and cold that swirled in the air and held them there for a moment. For two. He breathed out.

He had missed this. Missed the fresh crispness of the the outdoor air. The way it stripped away the tired cells of his throat and lungs, ripping them out of his aching body in a haggard cough and leaving him refreshed and awake. Like changing the wallpaper of a tired house, or peeling away the layers of a rotting onion, or scrubbing the rust off of a classic car. He missed the shine of the stars over his head and the glare of the moonlight against the Academy’s lake. The way the sparse light trickled along the water and washed up on its shore, lapping at his feet and soaking through his shoes. Truthfully, he missed sunlight, but even he knew not to risk going outside in the daytime, not while the students were still at school.

It had been almost a month since he had woken up in the infirmary, flames still beating at the back of his eyelids and an excruciating heat still streaking across his skin, Rachel’s hand clasped tight around his and her eyes dancing with an unfamiliar light. An entire lifetime had passed since then. Despite the deep ache in his bones, he had insisted on being told everything he had missed. How Cammie, brave and selfless and stupid Cammie, Matt’s girl through and through, had run off on her own to figure out what The Circle wanted. To end them. How she had evaded their searches for months, had disappeared nearly completely before calling Rachel from a convent at the end of September. How the Circle had almost certainly found her, had tortured her, but she came home anyhow. He had never felt prouder, had never felt more ashamed. The knowledge of how he had failed, failed Cammie and Rachel and Matt had already weighed impossibly heavy on his chest when the girl in question returned from a brief trip to Rome, Zach and her friends and her aunt in tow. It was then that Rachel let go of his hand, a different shine glazing over her eyes as Abby gave them the news they had always known, had always dreaded.

An entire lifetime had started and ended in the time that passed between Joe waking up and Matthew Morgan dying, and he could feel every moment of that lifetime in the pain in his joints, the ache in his muscles, the sharpness in his chest.

Taking another deep breath of the crying wind and the vengeful cold, he tried to take his fill before returning to the hidden infirmary so that he needn’t upset Rachel with another late night excursion anytime soon. It was as he turned on his heel to go back inside that a dull light coming from the P&E barn caught his eye, soft and warm through the steamed windows.

He paused.

None of the girls should be awake, the darkness staining the sky giving away the late hour, therefore if it was a student inside then he would have to let the headmistress know so she could usher them back to their room. Something he didn’t want to do as he would inevitably be treated to another lecture on giving himself time to recover. The barn could be empty, a light left on hours ago by an absent-minded janitor or a forgetful Ms. Hancock. Unlikely, as The Gallagher Academy didn’t hire people who were absent-minded or forgetful. Of course it could be that another member of staff was still inside the building. This seemed to be the most likely explanation though it was also the most worrying; very few members of the faculty were informed that Joe was still alive, was still loyal to the CIA and the girls within these walls, and it was supposed to stay that way. If an employee not yet in-the-know was inside the barn then he was in danger of being found out, arrested, and potentially killed based on how his last arrest went.

Rachel would tell him to go and inform her, to get her to sort it out, just to be safe.

Joe decided to investigate himself; Rachel needed to rest and he had nothing better to do.

Staying out of eyeline of the lit up windows, he crept towards the door and pressed his ear up against it, hearing only the squeak of trainers against polished floor and the occasional grunt through the thick wood. Taking a chance, he nudged slightly on the ajar door, forming an opening that was just larger enough for him to peer into.

A knife lodged itself into the panel next to his head.

“Haven’t you heard of knocking?”

Abby was turned away from him, the muscles lining her back and shoulders and arms tense with adrenaline and dripping with sweat, completely visible due to her lack of a shirt, torso adorned only by a black sports bra. A pair of shorts did nothing to hide the trembling muscles in her legs either. Joe could tell she’d been at it a while by the way they twitched intermittently, looking only moments away from cramping and sending her to the ground. The glistening of her skin was testament to how long she had been brutalising the punching bag, as despite the paralysing cold that leaked into the barn and the lack of warmth provided by her clothes she still appeared burning hot.

She bounced back and forth on the balls of her feet, torso twisting with the jabs and hooks she threw at the battered punching bag. Left fist smashing against the sandbag in a particularly hard hit, she winced slightly and pivoted around the bag, revealing the focussed look on her face and the heat in her eyes as she shot him a short glare.

Joe gulped at the sight of her.

Not because she looked good, or at least, not just because of that. Bearing a considerable resemblance to her older sister, Abby had always been unfairly pretty, with dark hair and an athletic body and bright eyes that drew in even those with the strongest of wills. Annoyingly, she had always known how attractive she looked, and had never been afraid to use it to her advantage. Joe had always been aware of it as well, but her looks had never swayed him before, and they were’t what caught his attention now. He had just never thought of Abby like that, despite Rachel’s old suspicions and Matt’s attempts at matchmaking.

No, it wasn’t the shine of her hair or the smoothness of her skin or the length of her legs that caught his attention. Rather it was the pinching of her face, the fire in her eyes, the pain that radiated off her in waves.

He had known her since she a baby-faced CIA operative fresh out of school, though he had also met her briefly when she was a teenager, once at Rachel and Matt’s wedding and again shortly after Cammie’s birth, and he had seen in her in several states of emotional distress over the years. Panicked and shaken after her niece suffered a small bump on the head while in her care. Pale and unresponsive after a particularly difficult assignment, one that they never shared the details of with Rachel, had taken a turn for the worse. Enraged and sniffling after a screaming match with her sister that Matt and himself had to breakup. Terrified and trembling after Rachel subsequently ended up pretty banged up and hospitalised just a couple short weeks later. Guilt-ridden and sobbing after being unable to find the strength to get off her hotel bathroom floor and go to Matt’s funeral.

Still, he had never seen her look so much like the face he saw in the mirror in the middle of night, full of self-hatred and longing for something impossible. Had never seen her look so much like a girl he knew a lifetime ago, full of anger and desperation for something so easy for everyone but her.

He had never seen her like this.

“Haven't you heard of gloves?”

In a classic self destructive Abigail Cameron move, she had forgone the foam gloves that typically protect your knuckles, opting instead for a minimal tape-and-wrap strategy that Joe was all too familiar with. Just as it had every time he opted for the same tactic, her methods had left her hands trembling, a patchwork of bruises already blooming across her skin and blood dripping through the crevices of her hands onto the floor below. They didn’t seem to be bothering her, if the force with which she slammed her fists back into the bag was anything to go by.

“What are you doing here Joe? I thought Rach had you chained to the bed in the infirmary.” Clearly the exertion and the bad mood and the inevitable pain had done nothing to dampen her capacity to tease him, if the deepening of her voice and the wink she shot him were anything to go by.

He only sighed, not in the mood to join in with her fun but also knowing better than to object. It would only encourage her. Instead he made his way across the barn to the store cupboard, pulling out a pair of weathered boxing gloves and throwing them her way. “Seriously Abby, you’re hurting yourself.”

She let them fall to her feet with a look of disdain on her face and threw an intimidating right hook just to hammer her protest home. “You’re one to talk.” Another heavy punch and then she turned to face him, features morphing into something mocking as her voice took on first an impression of him, and then her sister. “Seriously Joe, you need to be resting.”

“I’ve done more than enough resting.” Several months unconscious in a coma was plenty. “Now put on the gloves.”

Like a child, she simply kicked them away.

“Abby look at your hands.” She refused to, continuing to attack the bag with a renewed ferocity despite his protesting winces. Suddenly he missed Matt more than ever. The man had always known what was going on with the younger Cameron sister, had understood her moods and her silent brooding and how to cheer her up even better than Rachel at times. Perhaps that was the issue. “Look I- The news hit all of us hard, we’re all grieving-”

“Don’t.”

“-but you can talk to us about it. I’m your friend Abs-”

“Are you?” Her tone and words were cold, the piercing edges of her anger cutting through his chest and slicing ribbons into his heart. “Or were we only ever friends because I was good for your cover? Did your buddies in The Circle make you put up with me, ask you to get intel from me? Or was I not even good enough for that?”

“I-” Something thick and wet in his throat stole the words from his mouth. “Rachel said you read Matt’s journal?”

She spat on the floor and scoffed, turning back to the punching bag and nearly levelling it with the force behind her jab. “Yeah Joe, I read the journal.”

“Then you know- Abby I made a mistake. A huge one, I know, when I was a kid. And I regret it more than anything I-” I wish I had been better, stronger. I wish I had been more like you, like her, like him. “I’m sorry, I am. But I turned away from The Circle long before I met you, I promise.”

Part of him had been expecting this conversation for a while now. Abby hadn’t visited much since she delivered the news of Matt’s grave, his body, being found, but when she did she avoided eye contact, fussing around the room like she didn’t know what she was doing there. While Rachel had been very direct with him, working through her anger and her frustration and her hurt as soon as they were both in a state for her to do so, Abby had always been more of an avoider of feelings. She had alternated between tense and upset whenever she was in his presence, had avoided being alone with him for too long, had dodged his probing questions with remarkable ease. He knew she would crack eventually, that her anger would build and build until it erupted in their faces and spewed hot and ugly all over their friendship. He knew this, had expected it, but he still wasn’t prepared.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Her voice breaking tugged at the thinning tendrils of his heart. Looking solemnly at the ground, he tried to push past the guilt of hurting one of his oldest friends. They made the right choice, he was sure of it. “You and Matt? You should’ve told me from the beginning that you were trying to take them down, that you were a triple agent or whatever. I would’ve helped.”

“Matt didn’t want Rachel to get involved, he didn’t want to risk-”

“I didn’t ask why you didn’t tell Rach, I know neither of you would’ve ever risked her. But I-

“If you know why we wouldn’t want to involve Rachel then surely you understand why we didn’t want to involve you.”

Rolling her eyes at him and scoffing, she went back to beating up the poor punching bag, still sans gloves. “It’s different.”

It was. Rachel had a kid, Matt’s kid, and those two were his everything. Neither of them would’ve forgiven themselves if anything had happened to her because of their involvement with The Circle. But neither of them would’ve forgiven themselves if anything happened to Abby either, she just didn’t understand that.

“A little bit yeah.” He nodded slowly, conceding to her point sympathetically before going on to challenge it. “But we both loved you Abby, and we knew you. We knew as soon as you got involved that you’d get hurt putting us before yourself. I mean, look what happen in DC, in Buenos Aires! You nearly died trying to take on The Circle and that was before you knew how deep our involvement was.”

“How come that’s the only part of that assignment people remember? I saved the ungrateful English ass’s life and took down an entire cartel like, the day before.”

He ignored her indignant grumbling and the petulant way in which she slapped the bag, scuffing her feet against the ground like a pouting toddler. He wasn’t blind, he could see slight smile pulling at her lips at the mention of the MI6 agent. “We just didn’t want you taking any stupid risks on my behalf.” I’m not worth it.

“Matt told me you were looking into Circle members the year before he-” Voice cracking again, as unable to say the word died as she was the day she delivered the news, her watery eyes found his. “You didn’t trust me enough to tell me about you?”

The pain in his chest became blinding, spreading through his legs and arms and face to the point where, if he didn’t know better, Joe would’ve thought he was having a heart attack. Knees weak beneath him, he collapsed to the ground, sitting against the wall in near agony. Abby was one of his best friends, she was probably the best friend he had left, Rachel now feeling like something else entirely. Over a decade ago now they has sat beside each other in a dive bar in Dublin, both slightly more than tipsy, and told one another some of their darkest thoughts. It was the sort of stuff that Matt and Rachel wouldn’t have understood, not at the time anyway, and so she was really the first person he opened up to about his insecurities about his career, about his fear of relationships, about the parents he never met.

Now she thought he didn’t trust her. He would trust her with anything, and now she would never trust him again.

All Joe could do was shrug, muscles heavy under the weight of her hurt. “I didn’t want you to hate me.”

A heavy sigh left her mouth.

After a long pause in which she simply looked at him, her eyes burning a hole into the side of his head while he stared dejectedly at his shoes, she began shuffling her feet towards him, kicking the gloves along as she went. She tucked her feet under herself as she sat beside him, curled up like a wet kitten. Heat from her body radiated off her, warming his skin even as the frost hung in the air outside. Still dripping with sweat, she slowly made his arm damp where she pressed up next to it, his shoulder becoming heavy with moisture and her weight as she dropped her head onto him.

He breathed deeply, clenched his teeth to hold back the burst of relief building in his chest. Maybe they would be okay after all.

Slowly, he watched out the corner of his eye as a few stray tears trickled down her face. She trembled slightly as she sniffed, from exhaustion or exertion or emotion, he couldn’t tell. It took a couple of failed attempts for her to produce the words brewing on her lips, mouth opening and closing with only small gasps of syllables creeping out, like a fish out of water screaming for help.

“I miss him.”

Matt.

It would always come back to Matt.

“Me too.”

The pain in his chest intensified as her tears did, her face tucking into his neck as sobs clawed out of her throat and along his skin. Her trembling turned to shaking turned to heaving as she fought for breath, and Joe wrapped an arm around her quaking shoulders, pulling her in close and whispering apologies against her head.

Abby had spent years convinced that she was responsible for Matt’s disappearance, that it was her that let him and Rachel down, that his death was her cross to bear alone. Maybe Joe should’ve told her the truth years ago, should’ve relinquished her of her own guilt by confessing to his own. That Matt had only ever got involved with The Circle because of him, that Matthew Morgan would still be alive if it weren’t for Joe’s mistakes. Then maybe she would’ve let herself grieve a long time ago.

Selfishly, he had kept the truth from her anyway, too desperate to hold on to one of the few friends he had left.

He wasn’t sure how long they sat there on the barn floor. Long enough for his legs to go numb with disuse, long enough for the sweat on her skin to dry and leave her freezing cold, long enough for the first glow of light to begin shining through the window. Ignoring his own tears slipping down his cheeks, he continued holding her to his chest even as her cries eventually slowed, her body stilling against his as she sniffed and swallowed.

“You really should go back to the infirmary. If Rach goes to check on you and you’re not there, she’ll lose her mind.”

Once upon a time it would’ve been a joke, just another one of her attempts to tease him. Now though, they both knew the truth of it, that Rachel had lost far too many people over the years to not legitimately panic if one of them wasn’t where she expected them to be.

Easing her off his shoulder he nodded and stood up, holding a hand out to her to help to her own feet. The hand in question was black and blue and nearly twice it’s usual size, sweat and blood crusting together across the bones of it. “You should probably come too, get your knuckles patched up.”

“They’re fine.” He shot her a look as she wrinkled her nose in dismissal, the sternness he channeled from Rachel and the pleading he channeled from Matt making her roll her eyes in concession. “I’ll use the gloves from now on, promise.”

She probably hadn’t slept all night. Had probably worked out fifty frustrations on the punching bag before he arrived and a few more since. Now she slipped the gloves over her battered hands and moved to work out a few more. Something was definitely up with her, something more that Matt and him and Cammie, Joe just didn’t know what, didn’t know how to get her to tell him.

“Are you okay? I can stay.” He couldn’t really. The students would start waking up soon and he really couldn’t risk being seen by one of them, but it didn’t feel right to leave her in whatever state she had worked herself into. Maybe he should get Rachel after all.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll just call T- I’m fine.” Ah. He heard rumours about Abby and the MI6 agent who arrested him earlier in the year, mostly from Rachel but also from eavesdropping on Cammie and Macey’s gossiping. Part of him hadn’t believed it, couldn’t really picture Little Miss Spontaneous going crossed-eyed over a man as formal and stoic as Agent Townsend. The pink flush of embarrassment spreading across Abby's cheeks and down her neck proved him wrong. Grinning at her embarrassment, he could only chuckle as she grumbled under her breath and went back to attacking the bag. “Shut up.”

As happy as he was for her, as long as she was happy that is, he figured he owed Matt enough to dish out some overprotective threats. “Just remind him that I can definitely take him in a fight if need be.”

“Hmm, as long as when you’re with Rach you remember that I can easily beat you up.”

Normally, her jokes about him and Rachel would sour him, would make him defensive and indignant on her behalf even though Abby only had the best intentions. These past few weeks though, Rachel had begun to look at him, to hold his hand, to soothe her fingers across his hair, like they weren’t ever just jokes to begin with. Like she didn’t need any defending from her sister’s teasing. Like maybe they were leaning towards something more. Besides, he was too busy gulping in something like fear at the intensely protective look that had passed over Abby’s face, at the way the punching bag split as she slammed her fist into it, sand puddling to the floor as he tried to dodge her fiery eyes.

“Yes ma’am.”

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Authors note:

Joe and Rachel, the mature and emotionally intelligent older sister, have a really deep, meaningful conversation about exactly how far he went with the circle, why him and Matt chose not to tell her, and what his secrets mean for them almost as soon as he woke up. Abby, in a classic younger sibling move, is more upset and angry about being left out of the whole thing, avoids these feelings as long as she can, then has a small angry breakdown that involves hitting things. Very typical I think.

[ninashighandlowficcorner]

The Haunting of Oya Library

Fujio had come to her, excited. He found an old library near the housing estate they had all grown up in and he wanted to explore it. He dragged Hina out of her apartment. She had been getting ready for a Halloween party. It was 9pm when he came and got her. He was lucky she had a crush on him. 

“You are the biggest idiot I have ever met,” Hina was getting tired of being dragged through the city. “I was supposed to go to a party my friend is throwing, but no, what Fujio wants, Fujio gets,” Fujio stopped and turned to the girl, pouting. “Come on Hina, it’ll be fun, the others are already there, plus you look so cute in your witch costume,” Hina couldn’t form words after that comment. 

“You said this place is near Hope Hill?” Fujio nodded, he saw the others and waved to them. “Fujio, that place is haunted,” Hina was familiar with this place. “Tsukasa, why are you letting him do this?” The blond boy just shrugged, “He’ll tire himself out eventually, the first creak of a floorboard and he’ll be gone,” they both knew that wasn’t true, Fujio had boundless amounts of energy and zero self-preservation skills.

Hina looked at the others. Shibaman and Tsuji were both there, Shohei and Dai jumped at any chance to hang out with Fujio. Kiyoshi and Yasushi were talking quietly, that was a bad sign. Jamou was there, jumping at every noise. The one that surprised her the most was Yosuke, he had a deep scowl on his face. Hina was the only one in a costume, she was missing the hat and prop broom but the others could tell she was meant to be a witch. 

“Come on Hina, it will be fun,” Fujio was hard to resist, he was like an excited puppy. Hina sighed “If I get hurt you have to be my caretaker,” Tsuji snorted “You’ll have to wear a nurse outfit,” Hina glared at him “Mind your business skittle hair,” Yosuke and Shibama covered their laughs with coughs. Tsuji knew about her crush on the boy. 

“Come on, the sooner we go in the sooner we can leave,” Hina took the flashlight that Tsukasa handed her. Fujio made quick work of the door, he and Dai pried it open. “Ladies first,” Hina turned to Yasushi. “He said ladies first Yasushi,” The blond boy rolled his eyes as the others laughed. 

Hina was scared and she was trying not to show it. “Come on Hina, I’ll walk in with you,” Shohei was too good for this world. She nodded while walking beside him. The building smelt like an old attic, something moldy but also dry. “This place smells like my grandpa’s house,” Fujio didn’t mention his grandpa often, the others just nodded. As they walked into the lobby of the library the skies clouded over and a violent thunderstorm began. “That’s not erie at all,” Hina laughed at Dai’s dry humor. 

Once upon a time the library must have been a lively place. They walked past a children’s section, the brightly decorated area dreary and dark. The wallpaper was peeling and the bookshelves were falling apart. Books and other debris were spread out. Floorboards stuck out, just inviting someone to trip and fall. It was quiet except for their steps. That didn’t stop Jamou from jumping at everything. “Jamou calm down, there's nothing,” Hina was putting on a brave face but she was scared too. 

The eleven flashlights made the place pretty bright. Hina was a little sad to see the place desolate, she remembered once coming to this library with her dad for a storytime, she was maybe 4 or 5 years old. The library closed soon after, no one had any idea why. A lot of the furniture was gone, probably taken by locals for their own dilapidated homes. 

She frowned at the bookshelves, still full of books. She and Shohei walked down one aisle as the others separated. She ran her fingers along the spins of the books, looking at the faded titles. “Hina,” she turned to Shohei. He leaned close to her “If you leave I won’t tell anyone,” She smiled at him, he was so cute. “I want to stay,” the boy nodded and just followed her. 

She took a book off the shelves. She dusted off the cover, reading it aloud ‘Halloween Stories’ it read in blood red cursive. Hina found the others and held up the book “Look, it's perfect for tonight,” she opened the book, reading aloud from a random page. 

She read from the page for a few minutes when Jamou grabbed the book from the girl. “That’s enough,” Hina smiled “It’s just a story, right guys?” She turned to look at the others but they were gone. She turned to Jamou. “Where did they go?” Jamou stepped closer to Hina. It was just the two of them. “Fujio? Tsukasa?” “Shibaman? Tsuji?” “Yosuke?” “Sho? Dai?” “Yasushi? Kiyoshi?” there was no answer. 

It felt like the temperature was dropping rapidly. Goosebumps rose on Hina’s arms, her thin dress and stockings did nothing to keep her warm. “Is it cold in here or is it just me?” Jamou could see Hina’s breath and when he tested it himself he could see his own breath. “It’s not supposed to be this cold tonight, why did it suddenly get cold?” Hina supposed it also wasn’t supposed to rain but the storm was still raging outside. 

The hairs on her neck stood up and she felt a presence behind her. “Hina,” Jamou’s voice was almost silent. She turned and relaxed “Tsukasa, you jerk, that wasn’t funny,” Jamou knew that wasn’t Tsukasa. “Tsukasa?” his arms shot out and grabbed Hina, his mouth opened to reveal fangs. He tried to bite her neck but Hina pushed back. “What is wrong with you, this isn’t funny,” Tsukasa’s eyes glowed a dangerous red. 

“Oh my god, the book,” Jamou held onto the book tightly. “This place is really haunted,” Fujio showed up, his eyes also glowing. “Get away from us,” both boys, possessed by a vampire, stalked toward them. “Give us some blood,” Hina had to think quickly.

She pulled Jamou toward a book shelf and using all her strength pushed it. It didn’t take much for it to fall on the two vampires. “You killed them!” Hina shook her head “No I didn’t, come on, we need to hide, turn off your flashlight, if they’re possessed than the others are too,” Jamou did as Hina said and then ran deeper into the library. 

They found themselves in what had to be the computer lab, there were no computers but they found a place to crouch down out of sight. “Okay so if Tsukasa and Fujio are vampires, that means the others are the other creatures mentioned, who was next in the passage?” Jamou found the passage “Werewolves,” Hina wished she had her phone, but it was sitting on her bed back at home. 

They heard growls, and they froze. “We can smell you,” that was Shibman’s voice, at least it sounded like him. Jamou started sweating but Hina was trying to keep it together. “Just stay with me, we can make it to the next day, so will the others,” Jamou nodded. “We are going to find you, you smell so good,” Hina noticed they were only talking about one person. “I think I’m the target, since I read the passage out loud,” Jamou was scared for the girl. 

“We are going to trap them in here,” the door slammed open and they looked up. Shibaman and Tsuji were standing there. Their eyes glowed yellow and they were covered in short fur. “When I count to the three we run for the door,” Jamout nodded, clutching the book to him. Once the two werewolves were away from the door Hina used her fingers to count. They ran for the door and shut it, wedging a metal chair they found under the door. 

Jamou and Hina ventured further into the library, moving as quiet as possible. “Frankenstein’s monster is next,” Hina figured that had to be Yosuke. They sat down on the ground, trying to catch their breaths. “Okay, we can do this Jamou, we can survive the night,” Jamou nodded wildly. 

Soon enough the sound of groaning was getting closer. Yosuke came around the corner, his eyes glowing green. He zeroed in on Hina and he moved as quickly as he could. Hina spotted a storage closet, “Come on,” Jamou got up and followed her. Hina got the storage room door opened and lured Yosuke into it. They quickly shut the door and pushed a bookshelf in front of it. 

“Five down, four to go,” Hina was proud of her quick thinking. Witches were next, she wasn’t sure who that could be. Her and Jamou sat in silence for a while, they needed a plan. They didn’t know how much time had passed but they just had to make it to sunrise. 

The silence was broken by a loud cackle. They jumped up and looked around. The laugh continued. Shohei came around the corner, his eyes glowing blue, a sly smile on his face. Hina was sad that Shohei was possessed. She’d have to incapacitate him somehow. 

Jamou huddled behind Hina, he was getting scared. When Shohei got close enough to her, she punched him hard, knocking him out. He crumpled to the floor and Hina frowned at Jamou. “I didn’t want to do that,” She was sad to have to do that. Jamou understood. They knew that ghosts were next and wherever Shohei was Dai was not far behind. 

Soon enough Dai came around the corner, he was almost transparent. He floated toward them. Hina wasn’t so sure they could escape from him. “Jamou, I don’t think we can get away from him,” They braced themselves but Dai just floated past them, not sparing them a glance. They relaxed only for a moment. 

They relaxed for a moment when debris started raining down on them. As the thunder boomed outside they heard a laugh that was unmistakably Yasushi. The wild scream had to be Kiyoshi. Sure enough it was Kiyoshi and Yashushi. They were perched on top of a bookshelf and throwing books and anything they could get their hands on at Hina and Jamou. “Of course those two became ghouls, those are the last of the creatures,” Jamou opened the book to the passage one more time. “You’re right,” 

Jamou looked at his phone “It's almost morning,” it didn't feel like that much time had passed but here they were. Yasushi and Kiyoshi were laughing like maniacs, which wasn’t that strange, but they continued to pelt Hina and Jamou with books, one book hit her in the face, she was sure to have a bruise. “Help me push this over,” Jamou nodded and they got the bookcase to fall over and they ran. 

Hina was exhausted, she was tired of running and hiding and hurting her friends. She couldn’t help but cry out of frustration. Jamou tried his best to comfort her but he was tired too. They found what used to be the checkout desks and got under it, curling up into the corners. “What if they stay possessed?” Hina shook her head “Don’t say that, it won’t happen, give me the book,” Jamou handed Hina the book and she opened it to the last page. She began to read aloud again, the last passage was full of promises that the monsters of halloween were just pretend, something made up by humans for entertainment. As she read more she and Jamout fell asleep, the sound of the rain storm calming them. 

“Hina!” “Jamou!” The shouts made them jolt awake. They looked at each other as their names were called again. “What should we do?” Hina shrugged and crawled out from under the desk. She got up on her knees and peaked over the edge. She could see that the sun was out, no sign of the rain from last night. 

“Come on you two, this isn’t funny,��� that was Tsukasa’s voice, he sounded like he’d been in the fight of his life. “Hina I’m gonna count to three,” That was Yosuke. “Don’t be mean to her,” that was Shohei. “Come on little one, is Jamou with you?” That's what Shibaman called her. 

“Come on,” Hina carefully stood up from behind the desk. “There you are! Is that where you were all night?” Jamou stood next to her, the book was in Hina’s hands. “What happened last night, I don’t remember anything, Tsukasa and I woke up under a bookshelf,” Fujio was rolling his shoulders. “Tsuji and I woke up in the computer lab,” Hina and Jamou shared a look as the other continued “I was in a storage room, I think I have a spider web in my hair,” “Well I woke up leaning against a bookshelf,” poor Shohei had a bruise from where Hina punched him. “What about you Dai,” the boy shrugged. “I feel like I was walking around all night, I ended up in the kids section,” Hina nodded and stepped around the desk. Yasushi and Kiyoshi had also woken up under a bookcase as well. 

Her foot caught in a loose floor tile and she tripped. She almost fell but maintained her footing. She looked at the book in her hands and at her friends. “I’m gonna put this away,” she found the book's spot and slid it into the space it belonged in. She wiped her hands on the skirt of her dress and turned to look at her friends. 

Fujio walked up to her, he pulled her into his arms. “Are you okay Hina? I was so worried when I woke up and couldn’t find you,” Hina blushed, they were surrounded by their friends. “Fujio I’m okay, everything is okay,” Fujio pulled back and took Hina’s face into his hands and in front of everyone kissed her. 

He pulled away from the kiss and hugged her again. “I thought last night would be fun but I think something bad happened, did something bad happen?” Hina pulled away from the hug and shook her head “No, nothing happened, I think we all explored until we fell asleep,” Fujio seemed to buy that excuse. He noticed her red rimmed eyes “What made you cry? You also have a bruise,” He looked at the others, his eyes analyzing them. “It’s nothing, please Fujio,” he decided not to push her anymore. 

He took her hand and they all left the library. As they left the old building Hina turned to look back at the old building. She shivered in the fall breeze. Fujio shrugged off his button up and put it around her shoulders. The costume she wore was thin and all she wanted to do was take a hot shower and wash off the grime of the night. Fujio promised to take her on a proper date at some point. He walked her home making sure she got home safely. 

Later that day she got a text from Jamou. He wanted to know what they should do. Hina told him that they can forget the events of that night. He texted her that the library building had collapsed a few hours after they left the place. That sent a chill down Hina’s spine, the collapse could have happened with them in it and then they could have really been hurt. Hina didn’t want to think of that library ever again. It was gone and it would stay gone forever. 

Later that day there was a knock on her door. She thought it might be Fujio so she happily opened the door. There was no one there. Something caught her eye and she looked down. A shiver ran down her spine. 

Laying on the welcome mat was the book from the library.

[4rainynite]

EAH Dorm Rooms Headcanon pt 12

Hunter & Dexter

What do you get when one roommate is a prince & the other is a huntsman? Two epic roommates!

Hunter & Dexter are the opposite of each other in many ways and I don't just mean the whole Royal/Rebel thing. Dexter is a prince who was brought up in a world of elegance while Hunter was raise to be a hunter (pun not intended for crying out loud his last name is Huntsman) who was brought up to be tough and a hero.

Yet, the two are alike in many ways. Both feel like they can't add up to their families' reputations and both are in love with girls that are not part of their future stories. Which makes them perfect friends since they understand where the other is coming from with high expectations from their families and destinies, they obviously confide in each other.

This is the only time we see the dorm, but it's purple. Dexter's color is blue (as the rest of the Charming siblings) & Hunter's is green, in the same episode Ashlynn's divider was purple too, so it was an animation error.

In the books the Charming family and the Huntsman family have family crests (Dexter's is on his shirt) so a majority of the students have family crest (Faybelle has one and I think Raven also had one in the books).

Hunter's side: As the future huntsman for Red Riding Hood & Snow White & the Seven Dwarfs, Hunter is not only a hero but a nature boy. He'll save damsels, cute furry animals, heck he'll save dragons.

Despite being the traditional huntsman, Hunter is in love with a princess and would rather save animals than eat them. Being a Rebel gives Hunter the choice to be himself and to be with Ashlynn.

We alI know Hunter is a nature lover and I can see his side of the dorm resembling a wooden cabin or a woodsy version or Ramona's room. I doubt Hunter's wallpaper is like the one above (looking at it too long gives me a migrane).

On Hunter's divder wall he would have pics of his friends and pets (Pesky and a griffion). After, revealing his relationship with Ashlynn he has pics of her too.

Instead of going to Throne Furnishings Hunter made most of his furniture, thrift shopped, or brought some from home. But being a nature love I doubt he cut down any trees, instead he used fallen trees.

Before Hunter and Ashlynn revealed themselves as a couple they (hopefully) disguised themselves during dates in public places so no one would notice them. Now that everyone knows they're dating Hunter and Ashlynn have closets/wardrobes full of costumes that they still wear for fun.

He totally has a collection of bows & arrows and axes on his wall. As mentioned above about Hunter making his own furniture he makes birdhouses and arrows, so he might have a craft section on his side of the dorm with saws, paints, and hammers and sometimes invited Ashlynn and Cedar over to help design birdhouses and such.

Seeing that Hunter is on the bookball (football) team, cheerleader, archery, and etc. he must have a cast full of trophies.

In the webseries Hunter has a pet squrriel named Pesky and a pet griffon. Given Pesky's size he's one of the few pets that can live in the dorms and acts as Hunter's alarm clock to wake him up.

Hunter practices the flute so he might practice in his dorm like a desk or something (I'm running out of ideas now).

In the books the Huntsman family have family crests and on Hunter's legacy day outfit it appears to have Celtic knots. So, I believe Hunter is half Native American and Irish.

Hunter loves playing video games when he's not doing anything athletic and being roommates with a gamer like Dexter the two play together. Dexter also got Hunter a green camouflage gamer's chair as a gift.

On the balcony Hunter grows veggies he eats & flowers to give Ashlynn. Once, Dexter starts dating Raven, Hunter teaches Dexter how to grow flowers that Raven's magic can't wilt.

Dexter's side: Not only is Dexter a prince charming, he's the (second son) of the main Charming family line. So. he is expected to be strong, brave, and well - charming.

Despite this Dexter is clumsy, shy, and nerdy. But he makes up for that with being smart, crafty, and a big sweetie. Dexter's a Royal so he won't disappoint his family due to his lack of destiny. He's one of the few who is an ally to the Rebel party and tries to be opened minded.

On Dexter's divider wall he would have pics of his siblings and his friends. And when he finally dates Raven pictures of her.

The only time we get to see Dexter's side of the dorm is in 'Class of Classics'. Like his siblings he has a canopy bed and his walls would be a shade of blue since that's the family color. As a glasses wearer I must say putting your glasses on a windowsill is stupid, Dexter! I noticed the little vines on the wall, so Dex lets some of nature takeover his room.

Dexter is a techie so I can see his room having tech equipment. He also a gamer so he has a fancy blue gamer chair (and he brought one for Hunter).

As much as Dex loves tech he loves reading from books. When hes not on his mirrorphone, mirrorpad, or etc. he's reading a book with Mr. Cottonhorn. Dexter has a huge bookshelf with books on the topics of: comic books, tech, poetry, and romance novels.

Despite being a tech nerd Dexter seems to have other interest besides that such as being on the bookball (football) team. He also seems to juggle, which I doubt he learned to do at home. Dexter has a knack for knitting & crocheting after finding the Crochet Hook of (Great) Aunt Arachne (More lore headcanons later). So, he knits and crochets in his dorm and Hunter supports him on it and he gives sweaters and stuff to his friends.

On the balcony that he and Hunter share, Hunter teaches Dexter how to grow flowers that Raven's magic can't wilt.

Dexter owns a jackalope by the name of Mr. Cottonhorn. Giving Mr. Cottonhorn's size he's one of the few pets that can stay in the dorm. I can see him and Pesky causing mischief.

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[solacescastleglow]

Alphabet Reading Challenge, Age 23

Happy Virgo season! I've been getting back into reading lately, so I'm doing a reading challenge for the next year. I've chosen themes that match each letter of the alphabet, and I have until my 24th birthday to read one book that fits each theme. I've run the calculations, and it's an average of 20 pages a day, so totally manageable.

The Rules

1: Not all of these are new to me, some are rereads.

2: I can read them in any order, whenever I want. I can read all of Smile within a day, but it will definitely take me longer to read some of these other ones.

3: I can get a head start on the longer ones, I just have to finish them while I'm 23. I'm already halfway through Emma, for example.

4: Ulysses and Living Judaism are way too long for me to read within the allotted time, so I've put a goal of 250 pages in for those ones. If I'm finished with all the other ones by the time I turn 24 and I have time, I'll continue with these and see how far I can get.

5: A couple of these are a stretch, for example Madame Bovary is French and therefore not Victorian.

Autobiography - The Woman in Me, Britney Spears

Banned Book - A Clockwork Orange, Anthony Burgess

Classic - Emma, Jane Austen

Dystopian - The Handmaid’s Tale, Margaret Atwood

Epistolary - Dracula, Bram Stoker

Family - Little Women, Louisa May Alcott

Graphic Novel - Smile, Raina Telgemeier

Horror - Carrie, Stephen King

Irish (setting or author) - Ulysses, James Joyce (goal: 250 pages)

Judaism - Living Judaism, R. Wayne D. Dosick (goal: 250 pages)

Kids' Book - The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Languages (translated) - The Metamorphosis, Franz Kafka

Mystery - A Good Girl's Guide to Murder, Holly Jackson

Non Fiction - The Trifecta Passport, Amber Walker

Over a Year on my TBR - One Hundred Years of Solitude, Gabriel García Márquez

Personal Development - Buy Yourself the Damn Flowers, Tam Kaur

Quiet (no audiobooks allowed) - The Yellow Wallpaper, Charlotte Perkins Gilman

Remembrance - Night, Elie Wiesel

Sci-fi - Brave New World, Aldous Huxley

Twentieth Century Classic - The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald

Under 175 Pages - Convenience Store Woman, Sayaka Murata

Victorian - Madame Bovary, Gustave Flaubert

Whodunnit - Murder on the Orient Express, Agatha Christie

X (free space) - The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath

Young Adult - Blood Water Paint, Joy McCullough

Zeitgeist (defined an era) - The Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins

[autumnshowell]

fabula:: Autumn Howell

Name: Autumn Howell Occupation: Personal Driver for A.J. Astor Age: 25 Born (Born Late October 1999) Sexuality: Lesbian Species: Werewolf Pack: Eventide Hometown: Port Leiry Relationship Status: Going Steady with @photoariaPersonality: + + : Loyal, Creative, Brave, Ambitious - - : Resentful, Selfish, Stubborn, Hot-Tempered Major Connections: @photoaria (girlfriend) @kevma (good buddy) @huntedarte (wolfdad) @retrospectral (other mother [positive]) @summersauveterre (half-sister) @ajastor (employer/bad influence) Updated 2/25

Personality Traits: Once upon a time Autumn was a quiet, mild-mannered, and almost reclusive young woman. She rarely argued, or stood up for herself, or pushed back against others, even if she felt slighted or hurt. That changed when her car struck Arte Ryan on a full moon and the red wolf sunk their teeth into her shoulder.

In the aftermath of that accident, the pads, gloves, and guard rails came off, and Autumn's formerly quiet, internalizing, non-confrontational attitude began to shift wildly, the wolf inside her becoming a goading force to not stand for things that hurt her or make her feel weak or stupid or small. She's become hot tempered, and her stubbornness and resentful nature manifest themselves more openly than ever before; a wolf that won't be bullied out of its territory. Biography - [[tw; illness, death, grief, mental health, injury, parental abuse, homophobia]]

Autumn always thought she was going to be an author. Her teachers and babysitters always liked to comment on her creativity and her love for scribbling down stories and telling tall tales to excuse even the most minor of childhood crimes. For a while, she even believed them when they said she’d be selling books on the best-sellers list one day. Her father encouraged her, her mother clicked her tongue - writers are poor, she'd say to him. Her father fell ill at a young age, and Autumn, only a child herself, watched him whither away in bed while her mother seemingly grew more and more spite-filled and resentful of the work required to keep him clean and comfortable - this was the thin end of the wedge that would ultimately cause a stark rift between Autumn and her mother Amanda. When her father died, Autumn was morose and distraught for months. Her mother acted relieved, as if a burden had been removed from her life, content to wallpaper over the hole in her daughter's life with placation about how much she missed her father out of one corner of her mouth while being all too eager to talk about how much better off they were out of the other. Further, what had been mild disinterest while her father was alive slowly turned into a sort of vindictive resentment; Autumn's mind had taken a big blow with her father's loss, and Amanda had no time or inclination to offer love or help to her daughter. Growing up in those early years after her father's death was a lot of 'move on', 'get over it', 'grow up'.

In school, Autumn engaged with her peers through writer’s club, too afraid to make friends the normal way. She played sports sparingly, though badly, and eventually quit. Of course, she had a handful of regular friends, the kind who are largely incidental, who you think of as your closest confidants up until you throw your mortarboards to the sky after senior graduation and everybody scatters to the wind like dandelion seeds.

She had a shot at Whitmore or UC Berkely, but her mother's constant guilt-tripping and domineering kept her stuck in Port Leiry and sentenced her to a stint at Tideview. There at university she makes the best of the disappointment, and the distance from the strained relationship with her mother and some actual psychiatric help proves a boon. She starts coming out of her shell there, and a girl teaches her that she likes girls, too, and they have a thing, a dangerous proposition in a small town, but it doesn't really matter - Autumn's too clingy, or not good enough, or too annoying, and she gets ghosted, and any attempt to find out why leads to vitriol that sends her crawling right back into her shell.

She doesn't even properly graduate, either, because her mother hurts her leg and doesn't take care of it and the infection calls Autumn home. She takes a year off to play nurse to a woman that couldn't be less grateful, but from whom Autumn is convinced she can earn withheld love. It doesn't work. Her mom heals. Autumn never goes back to school, and settles into a dead in life in what she sees as a dead end city, living with a mom who only likes her when she does exactly as told. Update - Game Start: Eventually she comes to terms with the idea that she and her mother don't get along in the same space, and so she moves out, gets an apartment. Her mother has hooks in her hard though, and so she still busts her ass to help out at the house - cleaning, keeping the lawn tended - it makes Autumn feel like an ungrateful failure whenever she tries to pull away, and her mother's happy to provide approval so long as she gets something out of it. Autumn still resents her, but a part of her desperately craves her approval, or her love, or anything really.

In a bookstore she meets a girl - Aria - the most beautiful girl she's ever seen. The girl, Aria, is similarly drawn to her, and in the parking lot, attacks and drinks some of Autumn's blood. Autumn goes home with a sore neck and a hazy memory of the entire thing. She sees her again weeks later at a music festival, and they go home together. She finds out they share a mutual friend, Kevin Ma, and the common ground proves a solid bed for roots to take hold.

One day she is attacked by Aria in the back of the bowling after Aria and Kevin have a falling out, prompting Aria's sire Laure to come and fix the situation with compulsion takes a spill at the back of the alley behind the bowling alley, and Aria's there to catch her - the two share a kiss only for her to find out a week later that her boss, retaliating for her spurning of his own advances, has used the incident to sack her, accusing her of lewd behavior. Autumn's world starts to shake at its foundations after a string of further misfortune visits itself on her.

Attending a masquerade event at the invitation of Aria's sire and lover Laure Stephens, she becomes caught up in a feud between Stephens and another rival vampire, Svetlana Lomidze, when the ancient Vampire uses compulsion to force her to injure herself, making a scene when the blood drives Aria to frenzy and nearly drain Autumn dry in front of a group of onlookers. Laure dispels the situation, but it prompts a conversation between Aria and Autumn; one where the truths revealed are rendered moot when Autumn and other humans in attendance are compelled to forget the supernatural scenes they'd seen unfold.

In the wake of her firing, Autumn recedes into solitude, pulling back from Aria and Kevin and new friend Morgan Moss in a depressive spiral. During this time she meets two people, Elyse Kerr and A.J. Astor. In Elyse she finds a boisterous artist who rekindles in her the old lust to create that's been laying dormant for some time. In A.J. she finds a caustic rich man whose selfishness can't help but buy into. The two embed themselves in her life. She introduces Elyse to Aria, and the three grow a friendship. Astor is a tougher sell, his acerbic wit and blunt-as-a-knife attitude somewhere between annoying and aspirational.

Autumn, tired of her loneliness and spurred on by Elyse, goes to Aria, and the two formerly confess feelings for each-other, and arrange for a date - Aria offers to take Autumn to the club Soleil, planning on confessing to her the facts that were hidden from her mind after the Masquerade, but when the club erupts into a bloody rave, it turns into a rescue. After escaping, Aria confesses her Vampiric, and Autumn finds it in her to forgive her, more fearful of being alone and without her than the implications of romance with a Vampire.

Having introduced Elyse and Aria, Autumn helps the two prepare references for a piece Elyse wants to debut at an upcoming community gallery. During a trip to upgrade her beater car into something worthy of an Astor, A.J. reveals that he's capable of softness when he springs on Autumn that he's going to pay off her school loans, even if he couches it in the idea that its purely for his benefit.

With Aria's secret out in the open, the two settle into a strange balance. Aria gifts Autumn a small locket filled with Verbena, provided by fallen Hunter Reid Halstead. Autumn slowly and cautiously acclimates to the new knowledge that she's dating a member of the undead, but as much as she settles into a more explicit relationship, she begins to become paranoid - because of course where there's one vampire, there has to be others.

When her mother calls her for dinner to discuss Thanksgiving plans, an argument turns into an impromptu coming out, with Autumn revealing her relationship with Aria to her mother. This goes about as poorly as it could, and her mother demands that she leave. Distraught, Autumn goes to Port Leiry's Overlook Park to think, and resolves to go to Aria and ask her to make her into a vampire so that the two can run off together. On the way back into the city, however, disaster strikes when Autumn swerves to avoid hitting an animal darting across the road, sending her down a nearby hollow. Unable to pull herself for free, she calls for help, but it isn't help that shows up.

Wanted Plots The Soulmate - Filled (@photoaria) Someone for Autumn to fall in love with, obsess over, worry about, and probably fumble on account of her various issues and instabilities. The Source - Filled (@huntedarte) Autumn’s been living in Port Leiry her whole life, blissfully unaware of the terrifying underworld the sits beneath its mundane surface.I’d like her to stumble into this cursed knowledge vis a vis the Werewolf Curse itself. 

The Enablers - Filled (@ajastor, @elysiumkerr) Autumn’s biggest problem is that she lacks initiative. She needs somebody in her life to push her to be more selfish, to be more about herself rather than about others. She needs a bad influence.

[deathbyvalentine]

Dancing

Saimon curled an arm around Frankie's waist, pulling him in flush. With his other hand he positioned the bottle of champagne to perfectly pour into his beloved's mouth. A moment later his mouth was on his to lick the flavour from his perfect mouth. The crowd moved around them, planets around a sun. Nobody looked twice except to admire them, want them.

The light in the club was low, golden, more akin to candlelight than the too recent electricity. The band onstage played bass low enough to feel it through your feet and a voice that made you shiver in pleasure. The bar was dark mahogany to match the chairs and tables, the wallpaper a little tobacco stained but still rich. All in all, it was an opulent place a little gone to seed. Unremarkable, perhaps. It was the patrons that made it magic.

Men danced with men. Women danced with women. Men danced with women dressed as men, men dressed as women, those who desired to be nothing at all. There were kisses, sweet, desperate, longing, polite. Embraces. Hands in pockets. Hand in hand. Firsts and lasts. Make ups and break ups. An entire spectrum of love hidden from the street above.

Saimon drank it all in like the champagne he poured into Frankie. The love. The hate. Especially the lust. Always the pulsing lust. It's a thread that ties them all together. He feels the eyes on them, on the way he touches Frankie, the way they look together. He wants to give them a show. His lips find the tender place just underneath Frankie's ear to suck on, to graze his teeth against. He can't help the smile that grows as he does so. Without looking, he throws out the hand with the bottle, expecting someone to catch it. They do.

He moves to the music, keeping Frankie close, pressed as together as he can manage while still dancing. It's another moment out of many where he wishes he could get even closer, break him open and fit inside. Close was never close enough. Nothing was ever enough.

There's other members of the cult here. Other boys and girls who had signed away their souls for the chance of a kiss. He could give them more than kisses. A lifetime of love lived bravely. Who could want more than that? Cults had been built on less. Some of the younger whelps had assumed he was too alien for places like this. Too old, too stuffy. They didn't know this is where he thrived, felt the most at home. He had been coming to this bar since it was barely a plank of wood with three bottles of liquor. Him and Frankie had stamped their mark on every gay club of note. They owned this city of theirs.

He growls playfully, winds his fingers through Frankie's, squeezes hard enough that the bones bend slightly. He doesn't need to say he loves him, though he will later while Frankie grasped the sheets. It burned through him with a heat he was sure his lover could feel. Here, among their people, their love was as bright as the sun.

[emilieautumnarchives]

UPSTAIRS DOWNSTAIRS: Part 2!

Posted: December 16, 2006 Archived from The BonnyTymePyrate LiveJournal

Jolly Saturday you little Cherrycakes!!

I TOLD YOU!!

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Oh! I took a break from fiddle shredding yesterday to make this delightful USDS wallpaper for my laptop (the one you've seen in the Advent Calendar), and I thought to share it with all of you on this gloomy Saturday that we may brighten our hearts with our collective love of Edwardian butlers...

USDS WALLPAPER! USE ME! [dead link]

If you should use this wallpaper, please do post a pic of it, and we'll start a USDS Devotion Center.

This is on my tele nightly, can't sleep without it:

I'm off to brave the chill and photograph the dandelions that grew overnight on the hillock outside of the Asylum gates.

Love & Bloody Crumpets from the Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls, EA

Links: Get the "LIAR/DEAD IS THE NEW ALIVE" EP/T-Shirt Set EA's Official Site EA @ MySpace EA @ VampireFreaks Fan Forum and Home to EA's Journal Entries

PPS!

[29pageshomestuckeveryday]

Homestuck, page 2,100

Stop being the other girl.

You are now no longer the other girl, or any of the other five for that matter. What's the name of this dude sitting in his FOUR WHEEL DEVICE?

Author commentary: And just like that, we stop being Kanaya and start being another troll we already met in Act 4 (we were wondering when we'd get around to him), except this time there will actually be an introduction. Also, it should be noted that we aren't that excited about this intro, because the dude kinda sucks. Okay, just pulling your chain, Tavros has his fans. You know who you are out there. I mean, he's fine. You can't make a lot of good characters unless you have a few bad ones to provide foils for the good ones, to show by contrast how good they are compared to the lame ones. On the subject of bad characters designed to be shitty foils for good ones, be sure to pay special attention to all the fairy troll posters and wallpaper he's got around. This should wet our whistles for the best character of all, who should be coming up soon. So be strong, be brave, as you soldier through the Tavros Badlands. Things will get better soon, I promise.

[monstermaster13]

Corey and Oats in...

The Nightmare of Magicland.

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Everyone's favorite duo seemed to get into all sorts of odd adventures but they didn't mind, in their recent adventure with the weird hypnotist they used a dream elevator to take them to a realm where there is a nocturnal carnival inhabited by monsters, however one recurring dream Mel had needed to be explored in order to gain a better understanding of it, that place was an abandoned theme park, a place known as Magic-Land..

Oats knew what to do as he got out a key from the magic bedbox and used it to open a door which gave the duo access to the dream elevator, as they walked through the wall and into the building where the dream elevator was, upon reaching the dream elevator they got in with Mel.

“Which floor is this theme park located on?”

Corey looked over at the buttons and pressed the going up button which took the elevator up and down and all the way to the zone…’Here we go, to Magicland.’ Oats took notes as the duo walked out of the elevator with Mel and took a look around.

The theme park they had arrived in was Magicland, a theme park that used to be popular with kids, adults and kids at heart in general, decked out with a fairytale theme to it. There were numerous different areas of the park including a fairy village, lots of mushroom houses and animatronic unicorns.

Oats felt uneasy as he looked around at the park, the park was derelict and some of the attractions looked like they were broken down, some of the animatronics were still working but had seen better days, and the anthro unicorn family that greeted riders on the unicorn boat ride now looked like they had been through an an apocalyptic makeover.

Corey saw a few of the playground items like the flower swings and the bouncy rideable unicorns and the unicorn kiddie ride, they looked like they hadn’t held up under the weather. Some of the mushroom houses which looked flinstonian, looked like they were having paint chipping off of them.

The duo walked through all the different sections of the park, and they felt like it wasn’t very safe, as they felt like the park was cursed. Several years ago, the park had been so colorful and beautiful but now it was anything but beautiful. ‘Mommy, this is a place of nightmares.’ ‘Oats is right, while a long time ago I would liked to go here….now I want to run away from it.’

Just then what appeared to be mutant plant-creatures and undead creatures akin to the deadites of the Evil Dead franchise emerged and started to attack the two, but Corey bravely fought them off with some items he picked up from the gift stand.

Oats whinnied and galloped as he tried to avoid the living animatronic unicorn family, dodging them as they attempted to swipe at him. The creatures seemed to want to hunt for the two of them but Mel helped keep them at bay.

The demonic looking unicorn family and some rather psychotic animatronics all tried to have a swipe at them, Oats panicked before putting his makeup on and hiding in one of the women’s bathroom. ‘Don’t mind me girls, I am just hiding.’ He explained.

He looked over in the mirror, and he looked at all the art-work on the wall. The artwork and rainbow themed wallpaper had remain intact all these years. He hid in one of them stalls and he called for help.

Just then…he saw something emerging from one of the toilets, a rather possessed looking fish-woman, he screamed but he was able to fight her off before running out of the bathroom and meeting back up with Corey who was fighting off some of the possessed looking fairy dancers…’We should tell mommy about this.’

Oats and Corey headed over to one of the still operating hotels to go and hide in along with Mel, they fought off possessed plant-people as they walked up the stairs and into the bedroom.

Getting into the bedroom they barricaded up the doors to make sure no monsters would get in, they set up a battle strategy to make sure the other creatures wouldn’t get to them. Oats didn’t want to be separate from Corey as he felt he would get lost and he didn’t want that either, he held the covid microbe closely.

They did a pretty good fending off the creatures…that is until one of the animatronics…a large humanoid unicorn one began to barge into the window and break through it, which frightened Oats, Oats attempted to scream but his screams came out as a hoarse whisper…’Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!’

Oats realized that this happened to him in his nightmares a lot, not being able to scream for help, but he realized there was one thing he could do…he breathed in and out and puffed out his chest, deciding it was time to face his nightmare once and for all. ‘Alright, i’m going to try screaming again!’

He decided to try screaming again…and this time they actually sounded like a scream…’MOMMY! MOMMY! HEEEELP! HEEEEELP!’ Corey also screamed and added..’Yeah this is horrifying, I don’t want our adventure to end like this!’, which caught Mel’s attention.

Mel used her superhuman strength to grab a few of the chairs and through them at the animatronic unicorn before going behind them and dismantling them, Corey and Oats fought off more creatures.

The lovable horse had finally found his courage as he used his beauty kit bag as a weapon on some of the animatronics, knocking them down as he posed and did ballet moves. Oats whinnied and then performed a spinning kick which knocked down a platform which knocked all of the other creatures onto the ground.

Oats and Corey and Mel went downstairs and made some impromptu survival gear out of leftover merchandise from the gift stands, and they fought off the remaining animatronics before running through the lobby of the hotel and running out of the hotel.

Mel fought off the last lot of remaining fairy folk dancers and creatures in general before she used a trolley to mow down the very last ones with Oats and Corey riding in the trolley. ‘Now THIS is fun.’ ‘Oh yes, yes.’

Oats looked over at the unicorn family animatronics…’You guys were so cute, but now you’re scary and I don’t want to play with you…but instead, how about playing with this?’ He pulled out some clippers from his beauty kit bag and used them to tie the unicorn family together, causing them to trip on some wires and get electrocuted. He used the clippers to disconnect some of the machines.

“I am so proud of you.”

“Really, mommy?”

“Yes, Oats…you are a scream queen.”

“Yaaaay! That’s one of my dream types of roles..”

Oats trotted around for a few seconds before putting away his clippers and makeup brushes. ‘I never leave home without my favorite beauty bag.’ ‘You were amazing, and you overcame your fear too.’

“I know now why you were afraid of this place.”

“Yeah, this place looks nightmarish. Not like the paradise it once was.”

The duo looked over at the exit along with Mel and they jumped into, going through a tunnel and landing back at where they had started from, the terror was over. ‘Phew, that sure was a nightmare.’ ‘I agree…but i’m glad we survived it and worked our way through it together.’

“Come on, let’s go home.”

“Good idea.”

The duo and Mel left Magicland and headed all the way back to where the dream elevator was, the two of them got inside the dream elevator and pressed the down button which took them all the way back to the bottom floor of the building, when the elevator stopped they left the elevator and walked out of the building, glad that their nightmarish experience was over.

The three of them went down the passageway which took them all the way back to their bedroom in Nile Road, Oats adjusted his dress as he walked around and hugged his little brother. Corey went to tell the other microbes about their adventure.

Corey and Oats gathered in the lounge for afternoon tea, and an hour later they had dinner followed by a few fun game sessions, and Oats emailed Jill about his adventure and about how brave he was and how he fought off hordes of creatures, and they had a karaoke session, after the session was over they went into the bedroom and relaxed before getting ready for bed.

Oats put on his fluffy pink night-gown and socks, while Corey put on his bat night-shirt and pants. The duo picked a friend to snuggle up with them as they got into bed, Mel got into bed as well and told them that she was proud of them for what they had done.

As the duo snuggled up with Mel in bed, they drifted off and relaxed..having sweet dreams and no longer with any sleep troubles or nightmares.

And thus their adventure had come to an end….for now at least but there are more adventures coming up including ‘A Magical Webkinz Day’ ‘Big Trouble In Little Pleasantville: A Big Wolf On Campus Adventure’ ‘Sweetest Pony in Kinzville’ ‘Corey and Oats in The Late Late Show With James Corden Finale Spectacular.’ ‘Oats and Corey’s Enchanting Mother’s Day’ and quite a few others coming this way including a new story about the newest member of the family.