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[posystivity]

Hey, I want you to know that it's okay. It's going to be okay. I know a lot of things are scary right now, and it's easy to feel hopeless, but there is always a light at the end of even the darkest tunnels. You can do this, you can live and thrive, I promise you can. I know you can. I believe in you. No matter what happens, you will see better days, you will make it to your best days.

You will be okay, and sooner than you think, this will be a distant memory, something you'll never have to worry about again. I promise, you can live.

[notjustbees]

"And now, for something completely different."🍄

[d0youc0py]

heyy - 🍄

Can you write something with 141 reacting to the reader going to sleep alone in another room? like just the reader wanting to be alone or they fought. the way you prefer

Hurt/comfort ♥️ your writing is my favorite

Hi! 🍄Thank you so much! I absolutely loved this prompt!

He thought you were being dramatic. Too sensitive. And he made sure to let you know.

“It was just a joke, sweetheart. Nothing more. I’m a light sleeper, you know that.” His voice was careful, yet firm.

Even though he had assured you he hadn’t meant anything by it, here you were, staring at the ceiling as pm turned into am. He had his arm snug around you, tucking you under his chin. Normally this position had you out like a light, but now you were just focusing on trying not to breath too hard.

Earlier that day the two of you were relaxing on the couch when you commented on his yawn.

“You’ve been yawning a lot, Si. Should put you to bed early.” You snickered.

“Your fault.” He yawned again. “Movin around every five second.” His tone was teasing. His fingers even brushed up and down your foot that was resting in his lap. Despite this, your heart dropped. Were you really that uncomfortable to share a bed with?

Laying in bed was growing increasingly uncomfortable. Your side ached from you spending too much time on it. Your nose hadn’t stopped itching and it took everything in your power not to scratch it every five seconds. Even your quieted breathing felt like it was shaking the bed. The guest room was sounding more and more inviting. You’d be able to flip over whenever you wanted. Scratch that nose of yours, all without having to worry about stirring the sleeping giant behind you.

You carefully gripped his arm and squirmed your way out from under it. He woke up halfway, holding his arm up for you.

“Sorry, Si.” You whispered, guilt already tugging at you.

“Don’t even think about it.” He assured in a groan. He watched with curious eyes as you disappeared down the hall, instead of going to the bathroom like he assumed you were. You must be getting water.

One minuted turned into three, then three turned into five. He huffed, rubbing a hand over his face, your side of the bed already growing uncomfortably cold. His socked feet sunk into the plush carpet as he made his way down the hall. The kitchen light wasn’t on, but the guest bedroom that was normally shut was wide open. Even in the darkness he could make out the lump of your body- already asleep.

The realization was instant. And it hurt.

“Sweetheart.” He knocked at the open door. He didn’t feel too bad about waking you up. He needed to. You gasped awake, your head springing up from the pillows. It seemed even your absence kept him awake. “What do I have to say for you to get out of that head of yours?” He hummed, plopping down next to you. He leaned over you, pressing a slow kiss against your forehead.

“I just feel bad knowing I’m constantly waking you up.” You murmured, rubbing at your eyes.

“Sweetheart, waking up to you isn’t something to feel bad about. It’s nice, being woken up just because someone wants to be closer to you. Now we are going to knock it off with all this ‘afraid to wake me up shit’ and go back to our bed, you hear me?”

You did hear him.

“John, enough! I’m tired of arguing with you, I’m ready to go to bed.” You growled. He followed closely behind you towards the bedroom, unbuttoning his white dress shirt.

“Yeah, let’s just go to bed and forget all of this happened.” He mumbled from behind you. You began tugging off your clothes, throwing a glare his way.

“Don’t do that.” You chided, throwing you clothes on top of his in the hamper.

“Do what?” He gruffed back.

“Mumble things under your breath.” You explained. He tsked and rolled his eyes at you. The action caused another flare to ignite in your stomach. He reached into his dresser and pulled out a nightshirt, tugging it over his head. He reached back in and grabbed one for you, holding it out to you expectantly. It was your favorite shirt of his to wear.

“I’m not wearing that.” You spat, turning away from him. You marched to your shared bed and grabbed your pillow, beginning to make your way down the hallway.

“Where are you going?” He stopped you. His large frame taking up the whole doorway.

“John”-

“Love.” His voice was calm and you hated it. He should be more upset. Upset that you were upset with him. “Don’t go”-

“Why should I liste”-

“You need to stay in bed with me. That’s where you belong.” He said it as though it was a fact. “I know you’re not too happy with me right now, but you aren’t sleepin away from me tonight, honey. Now let’s go brush our teeth.”

*this is so dramatic*

Johnny had fucked up. He admitted it too. Yet it seemed no matter how many apologies flowed from him- you were determined to put a rift between the two of you. At least that’s how he saw it.

You yawned next to him on the couch, your hand brushing some hair out of your eyes.

“Gettin sleepy?” He hummed. You smiled softly, nodding your head.

“Should probably head to bed.” You yawned, stretching as you stood.

“You remember where it is?” It was a snotty comment. Distasteful. You had been sleeping in the guest bedroom for the past week. He was able to choke down his hatred for it the first few days, but after you referred to it as “your room” all grace had been lost.

“You just can’t help yourself can you?” You growled, not bothering to wait for an answer.

“Just don’t understand why you’re so hell bent on punishing me.” He shouted after you. You stopped, turning on your heels.

“Punishing you?” You snarled. “The only one getting punished in this situation is me John. I know to you I’m being dramatic but I really don’t know how I can trust you after all those shitty things you said to me.”

His chest twisted and his hand scratched at his shirt.

“I don’t know what else to do, sweetheart.” His voice was uncharacteristically soft and it made you feel worse than you already did. “I’ve apologized in more ways than one and I’m still not getting through to you. I’m not saying I’m giving up, I just miss you. I know lashing out at you isn’t the answer.” He sighed rubbing at his face. He was exhausted- that was evident just by looking at him. You were his safe place- his favorite person in the whole world and he hurt you. “I made a mistake saying nasty shite to you, but I hope you remember everything before that. We’ve been together for years and I hoped I’ve showed you just how much I love you in that time.”

By the end of his speech tears were rolling down your cheeks.

“Dammit, Mac.” You huffed. You moved forward quickly, practically flinging yourself at him. He reciprocated immediately, wrapping his arms tight around you with no intention to let you go. He wouldn’t let go till you forgave him.

You woke up to two arms wrapping around you.

“Ky.” You grumbled sleepily.

“You took so much medicine, I didn’t think you’d wake up.” He whispered back. You were sick and the last thing you wanted to do was get Kyle sick. He rubbed his hands over your stomach, the action already lulling you back to sleep.

“I just don’t want to make you sick.” You murmured. He ‘tsked’ at you, pulling you even closer to his warm body. You wished it was easier to stay away from him. He was the perfect temperature for your chilled body and he smelled like vanilla and coffee.

“I’d wear it like a badge of honor.” He smiled against you. You rolled your eyes.

“You just always find a way to make everything romantic don’t you.”

“Well I had to get you to fall for me one way.”

“Are you going to be this cheeky when you get sick?” You hummed.

“I wasn’t planning on it, but challenge accepted.”

[abisnailll]

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[lowkeyrobin]

HII so I was reading your who you write for and saw you write for Charlie Bushnell, so I was wondering if I could get like reader and Charlie at like the an interview???

Thank you -🍄

hell yeah of course 🙏🙏 ; thank you 🍄anon, hope you enjoy 🫶🫶 ; i dunno how but this got a little off topic?? I apologize

CHARLIE BUSHNELL ; the interview

summary ; youre a journalist, he's an actor

warnings ; language, little cringe kissing scene (totally sfw dw)

disclaimers ; I said "scandalous ankles" because back in the olden days ankles and showing any skin was considered scandalous, for anyone who didn't know. reader is described to be not into fitness stuff, also don't mind me not knowing shit about fitness/weightlifting

word count ; 883

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"Hi, welc-hum inside." You smile, waving to Charlie as he enters the room. You then cringe at yourself in embarrassment. "Sorry, hi, welcome." You awkwardly chuckle, "I apologize, my words are all tangled today"

"You're good" He waves, a comforting smile on his face. He wears a black t-shirt with a logo in the corner and design on the back, paired with some jorts and sneakers like he just came from the gym. You didn't mind though, you urged your guests to come comfortable over casual.

Video interviews that weren't in front of a live crowd were the best for both of you, thank God. Meeting this Godsend of a man nearly gave you a heart attack. Just looking at his gorgeous eyes and his perfect features, nothing was wrong with him whatsoever. He was genuinely a 10/10.

He sits down in the guest chair across from yours, watching you sift through a desk a few feet away, looking for something. Your dress pants rise at the ankles every time you make a step, revealing more of your scandalous ankles, covered by socks.

You finally sit down, apologizing for taking so long to find your notebook where you held a few questions and conversation starters. The cameras begin rolling, and you introduce yourself and Charlie as per usual.

"So, what's it like being on set, with all the cameras, lights, props, and green screens? What are the action scenes like?"

Charlie lightly smiles as he gives you an answer, using his hands to talk a little bit. He seemed a little tense and nervous, but you didn't point it out or blame him, it took you years to be fully comfortable where you sat.

"What even are you? Cause like, you're an interviewer but also a journalist, what do you prefer being called?" The curly haired boy asks you.

You shrug, "Journalist, I guess. Interviewer could be put like, inside the circle of journalism, I'd say. I'm a journalist before I'm an interviewer"

He nods, giving you a gorgeous smile that you had to quickly look away for. You discreetly hide your flushed face, looking down at your notebook.

You write down some memorable quotes as you sit and chat with him, bringing up some interesting conversation and learning more about being on set and the production behind media.

After the cameras are off, you thank him and invite him to stay for some aftertalk and lunch. You came in with a large bowl of taco salad you needed to finish before it went bad and were offering it to anyone who wanted it. He accepts the offer, staying back in the break room with you to eat some of that salad you'd brought in. In his words, it was very much better than whatever fast food he was going to go get before returning home.

Your conversation quickly turns into one regarding music and working out, although you weren't too into fitness, the occasional jog here and there keeping you healthy, apparently.

You both stand up, setting your bowls and forks in the dishwasher to get them cleaned. You stand against the counter as he leans his hand against it a couple feet away.

He pulls up his t-shirt sleeve, flexing his arm to show off his muscles. He's trying to impress you, mostly, but you had asked how frequently he worked out. Not his fault.

"Usually lift about 145"

You nod, paying more attention to his face than his muscles. Not exactly your question, but you'd take it.

"You okay?" He asks, seeing you zoned out staring at him.

"Yeah, sorry-"

"Am I that handsome to you?" He asks, lightly teasing you.

"Wh- I mean, hey now-"

He lightly giggles, stepping forward a bit.

You stare into his brown eyes, colored like a dark chocolate mocha. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips, seeing your eyes almost glimmer as they stare into his.

He's just a guy, you're an interviewer, a journalist. This is weird, isn't it? Is it not?

"May I?..." He whispers, looking down at your lips, then up at your eyes.

Triangle Theory.

You nod, a soft smile painting your face.

He quickly embraces your lips with his, hands resting on your waist. You melt into his kiss, your bodies tied together. He picks you up, hands resting behind your thighs, placing you on the counter.

You quickly pull away, hands on his shoulders as he stands between your legs. "Okay, what the fuck? Do that again"

He smiles, looking up at you. His arms are now loosely wrapped around your hips and waist area, his curls falling into place like dominoes.

"You're an interesting one"

"Says you, actor guy"

"Don't try and play me at my own game"

You open your mouth to speak, but shut yourself up, seeing the smug look on his face.

He holds your left hand in his right, a slight panic running through both of your heads as he rubs your knuckles with his thumb.

You speak up now, finding your stomach filled with butterflies.

"You make me want to grab a dictionary and manually find the words I'm looking for to describe you and how attractive that was."

He lightly laughs, kissing your hand.

"Whatever you say, journalist"

[minminyoonjii]

Tea Party

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🌹CW

Wholesome|Hurt/Comfort|Anxiety Attack|Brief Dissociation|Semi Regression|Feeling Numb|Coaxing Out Of Dissociation 💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1K

"Hhgh," you whined, stretching your sore limbs from a well-rested sleep. You sat up, rubbing your eyes awake before blindly patting around to get your phone. The bright light made you squint, "Ugh," you groaned, waiting for the auto brightness to adjust. There were a few hours before lunch but you already felt energized enough to do something. "There must be something I can do," you mumbled, pondering for a second when you realized your beloved plush wasn't in bed. 

You instantly looked around, only to see it lying face down on the floor. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as you picked it up, "I'm so sorry," you mumbled, burying your face into it. You sighed in relief, feeding the plush of your warmth. 'Want a tea party,' a thought deep within your subconscious whispered. "Yeah, that sounds fun," you whispered aloud, crawling off your bed to get everything set up. You pulled a box from under your bed and inside it was a kid's play set, just perfect for a little one like you. 

"This goes here," you mumbled, arranging the chairs and table to your heart's desire. Soon the tea party was about to begin, but something was missing. You furrowed your eyebrows, checking off everything you needed, 'Guests? checked,' all your toys are in place. 'Food? checked,' there are cookies on the table. 'Tea? Oh!' That's right you were missing the tea. It can't be a tea party without tea now can it? You got up from the table, holding the teapot to fill it with water, "I have to be quick," you whispered, making your way to the kitchen. 

You didn't bother to lift your head, prioritizing your quiet feet instead. To say the least, you got scared when you bumped into someone. "Oh, sunbeam. What are you doing this early?" Felix asked, ruffling your bed hair. You straightened up, clearing your throat, "Water. I just wanted water," you said, hoping he wouldn't pick up on your nervousness. "In that?" Felix questioned, noticing the teapot in your hand. You nodded, "Yeah, yeah. In this," you said, pressing it against the water filter to fill it up. 

Felix hummed, "You're not hiding a tea party from me right? Because I'd love to join," he said, drinking his morning coffee. You bit down on your tongue, holding yourself back from spontaneously saying yes, "Would you actually?" you asked offhandedly, just in case he was jesting. Felix nodded, "Of course, I would sunbeam. Wouldn't miss it for the world," he reassured, remaining eye contact with you. "Fine, but you can't be too loud, this is a quiet tea party," you mumbled, walking back to your room. 

"Wow, you did a great job, sunbeam," he said, sitting next to your plush toys as you sat across from him. You began pouring 'tea' into every single cup, "The tea party can begin," you whispered, proud of your work. Felix chuckled, moving his hand behind one of your plushies, "Mm, this tea is just right," he said in a high-pitched voice. You smiled, "Try the cookies too," you said, handing the plush some cookies. Felix tilted the plush's head down, "Yummy, that was delicious," he said, making you burst out into giggles.

You felt yourself sink into that familiar headspace, pleased by the company of your plush toys and members. Felix noticed the glint in your eyes changed, "Are you feeling alright, sunbeam?" he asked, holding up his teacup so you wouldn't be startled by his question. "Ahm, is alright," you whispered, swaying yourself with a cookie in hand. Felix chuckled, reaching behind another plush, "Well I have to say, this tea party is the most fun I've had," he said, using his deeper voice. 

"That's good," you replied, feeling your heart swell in pride. Felix cooed, secretly snapping a few pictures of your blissful state. All was good until you perked up at the sound of someone closing the door outside. Your smile dropped as your heart sank. You sat the teacup down, eyes wavering to think of what to do next. 'Should I keep everything?' 'Should I stop?' 'Is it safe to play a little longer?' you thought, trying to make a quick decision but it only resulted in your breathing picking up in a panic.

Felix's eyes widened, "Hey, hey. Look at me, sunbeam. How many things can you see, hm?" he asked, cautious of touching you. "Too many," you whispered, seeing too many things. Felix winced at his mistake, "Why don't you list at least five of those things for me?" he asked, specifying the question. You furrowed your eyebrows, “A teacup, cookies, my hands, the teacup dish and the plushies," you said, feeling your heart rate slow down. "That's right. Good job, sunbeam," he praised, gently patting your head.

You exhaled deeply, frowning as the numbness crept up your skin. Felix noticed but he didn't know what to do next. You felt yourself zoning out, staring blankly at the teacup in front of you. Felix wanted to help but honestly, it was making him spiral, "I'm going to go get someone okay, sunbeam?" he said, getting up. You nodded, dipping your finger into the chilling water. Felix huffed, dragging Minho in without an explanation. Just as Minho was about to retort, Felix turned his attention towards you.

Minho eyed your movement for a bit before knowing what was wrong. He didn't say a word, only gesturing for Felix to sit back down. Minho sat next to you, holding a teacup of his own behind clinking it with yours. You furrowed your eyebrows at the disturbance but wavered when you noticed Minho next to you. He smiled, gradually initiating movements from you, either by pouring you another cup of tea or making you take a bit of the cookies. Minho slowly eased you out of that dissociative episode.

You soon found yourself consciously doing this again, shivering as the chill numbness wore off. Felix smiled, glad that you're back to playing and interacting again. Minho chuckled, grabbing his own Leebit to join the tea party as well. Felix eventually sent the photos to the members and it didn't take long for his phone to buzz with notifications. He chuckled, teasing the members for being out of the house. Minho pinched Felix's ear lobe, "Stop that before they rush back home and break down the door," he whispered with you being none the wiser. 

[connorsnothereeither]

I had such a fun time today getting to guest visit on Our Otherworld SMP!! Heyhay and Art scooped me up and made my little guy canon lol, so we had a wonderful whimsical time looking for tea in the woods with Behloh, the house spirit!! :D

We mentioned on stream I made a Behloh playlist, so I thought I’d be cute to share it!! I like it, it’s very cosy cottagecore fairy vibes ✨🍄

[misserabella]

all i (we) need is new blood pt.2🙏🙏 PLEASE omg you poured all your blood sweat n tears into that fic and that shit paid OFF. 🍄

new blood pt 2!!!

ellie williams x fem! reader

pt 1

summary; it’s been a week since you found joel miller, the man that killed your father and saved you from his abuse. when you thought you were finally safe, you find yourself in danger due to new feelings and an uninvited guest.

cw; 18+ content! minors dni!!!, fighting, cursing, mentions of past abuse, blood, guns and weapons, use of alcohol and drugs (weed), use of pet names like princess and doll instead of y/n, sub! reader, dom! ellie, drunk sex, make out sessions, fingering (r! receiving), teasing, oral sex (r! receiving), hickeys, tit play, praising, attacks… angst!!

Living in Jackson was easy. There was no abusive fathers to fear, or a big murderous sister to run from. The days were calm. Waking up by sunrise, and going back to bed by sunset was a pretty good way to casually live. The town bursted with energy and happiness. It was intoxicating.

You liked it as much as you hated it.

You spent your time training. Knowing sooner or later you’d have to face Abby… It was better to get as strong as you could.

“You’re gonna break it.” Ellie whistled as you punched the sand bag.

“Fucking shut it.” you muttered, punching harder. Ellie was infuriating. That was something you already knew but only had reinforced.

Jesse laughed, shaking his head, and quickly dodged the punch Ellie threw him. “Dude. Don’t cheat.”

“Keep your eyes on me.” the auburn haired teasingly said, throwing another punch.

“That’s what I should tell y-“ Jesse groaned when Ellie harshly punched him on the stomach. “You dick.” he wheezed for air before flicking her off. Ellie smirked.

Another thing you’ve learned about Ellie? She was observant. Too observant. She noticed everything. And lately what had taken a grasp of your attention was you. She was subtle about it of course. But sometimes she’d catch herself staring a little bit too much.

You pulled away from the bag, panting heavily. Sweat was pooling on your neck, on your cleavage. Your scars were unshamefully showing, some of them purple, other red, and the ones that had faded with time in a pale white. Your hair was tied up on a ponytail, and your cheeks were flushed red.

You took a big gulp of water, and dried your face off with your shirt, exposing more of her skin. Ellie’s eyes wandered away not before wandering through the expanse of your stomach and waist.

She would lie to herself if she said you weren’t attractive, ‘cause you were. But you too had almost killed her… Somehow that only made you hotter.

You were different. Different from anybody she had ever met, ever seen. And she just wanted to learn more. More about you and where you were born, how you were raised, how you’d survived…

Jesse cleared up his throat, getting her out of her head with a punch to the stomach.

“Motherfucker!” she groaned, and he smirked.

“That I am.” he winked and Dina, who was just entering the gym —which even after years since the outbreak still stood pretty much well taken care of—, rolled her eyes.

“Disgusting, Jesse.” she groaned and he laughed. “Hi.” she waved at you. You returned it.

Dina was nice. Well, as nice as someone could be after learning that you hadn’t come to kill them but warn them. And Jessie was a dork. He had looked tough with his pistol the first day you’d seen him, but once he had gained confidence, he had shown his true colors. It’s been a week since you had started to ‘live’ with Ellie. It was nice. To see just how different living in Jackson was. How… kind people were.

“You getting tired, princess?” Ellie suddenly inquired you, and you wish you could break her skull. But you had only one good arm, and you were exhausted.

“Never of hearing your voice, Ellie.” you sarcastically said, and her friends laughed.

She smirked. “Remember where you’re sleeping tonight, doll.” she teased you and you rolled your eyes, grunting.

“How could I forget? Your sofa feels like rocks on my back.”

You took a sip of your bottle.

“Not the sofa.” Jesse groaned, and Ellie pointed a finger at him as a warning, to which he only rolled his eyes.

“Anything new from the patrol?” she then asked Dina, to what she shook her head.

“Everything clean. No signs of anyone from miles.”

You took a deep breath, which Ellie —of course— noticed. She hadn’t still come for you. You were still safe. You had time, even if you knew this peace wouldn’t last forever.

Ellie nodded. Your scars itched.

She looked at you, but you looked away.

“Why don’t we drink something, hm? It could help us relax a little bit.” Jesse suggested, a strangled grin on his face. He could feel the change on the room. The fear. He could almost hear the clock ticking. A war was coming.

“That would be nice.” Dina said and Ellie nodded. They all looked at you, waiting for an opinion.

You shrugged. “I could do a drink.”

-

A drink maybe became three, or five. You didn’t truly mind. The alcohol felt nice warming your body up, flushing your cheeks and making your legs tingle. On your left hand stood a blunt that Ellie had rolled, and on your right your cards. You had been playing the same game for hours. You had won every single throw. Ellie, as competitive as she was, was calling bullshit.

“Come on! You’re cheating!” she groaned.

“I’m not.” you smirked. “I guess I’m just too good to you guys.” the couple sitting in front of you booed you. The four of you were pretty drunk. You were lax against the sofa, sitting on the wooden floor of Jesse’s house, Ellie in the same position but at your right. She looked good tonight. Showered and wearing a white tank top with a green and brown flannel covering her shoulders. Her hair was perfectly brushed, though a little messy and out of place due to her constant playing. She was focused on the game. But more focused on you. She was high. And drunk. And she couldn’t keep her eyes out of you. And you couldn’t either. There was this… tension? You couldn’t quite put your finger on it. ‘Cause you were sure you hated her, but you didn’t know if it could be the effects of the alcohol or weed that you didn’t really find her staring annoying. It felt good.

“I desist. I’m too drunk to think.” Jesse said, leaving his cards on the middle, and Dina followed, laughing.

“Pussies.” Ellie said, with a huff leaving her own.

You smiled in victory, recollecting the cards and leaving them neatly placed on the floor before taking a glance to the clock. It was 2AM, and you were feeling the hard day of training you’d gone through today.

“I’m exhausted.” Dina sighed.

“We should probably go back and get some sleep. Jesse said while getting up, and Dina nodded, following him.

The couple was quick to put on their coats in between a little chatting, muttering a good night before heading out the door. The room’s air became thicker once you were left alone with Ellie once again.

Without much to say you offered her back the blunt, and she took it, taking a deep drag to let the smoke fill her lungs.

“You tired?” she inquired, and you shook your head. “Wanna go for another round?” she suggested, nodding at the cards.

“What for? You’re gonna lose again.” you teased her and she rolled your eyes.

“Pssst, I was going easy on you, since you’re the new one and all that.” you gasped.

“Please. We both know that’s not true.”

“What do you bet?” she inquired, eyebrows rose. You looked at the hand that was being given to you.

“Whoever wins takes the bed tonight.” you squinted your eyes at her, and she did the same, silence filling the room for a couple of seconds.

“Deal.” she said, and you shook her hand, the two of your quickly shuffling and dividing the cards.

You were grinning at your luck. 2 Aces. That was a good start.

Ellie was serious. Dead silent.

The round went smoothly, the two of you silently battling each other. It was as if two predators were waiting for the correct moment to attack each other, an opening.

You were sure you were gonna win. You were. But that was until Ellie pulled a fucking stair and destroyed your game.

“Fuck!!” you groaned and she laughed.

“Told you.” she sighed, humming.

“Shit. I really though I was gonna get a good night sleep tonight.” you whined, looking at the sofa. At that horrendous sofa.

“Aw, you poor thing.” she falsely cooed and you threw her your cards.

“You’re a dick.”

“And you suck.” she retorted at your insult, what made you scoff.

“You wish.” you said, leaning just the slightest in. And Ellie almost shook. She looked at you, at your eyes, and your face.

“Maybe. But not as much as you, princess.” she winked at you and you rolled your eyes, your cheeks slightly warming up at the ‘maybe’.

“I’m not the one who spend the whole day staring.” she smirked.

“If I remember well you were staring too, doll.”

“Stop calling me that. I’m not a doll.” you said, and your breath almost hitched when one of her hands took your chin, tilting your head upwards so you could look at her.

“You sure about that. You surely look like one. Act like one. Try to feel like one.” she leaned closer. “But we both know that you feel, don’t you?” you looked into her eyes. Into her stupidly big green eyes. And you felt yourself melting. Sure. Ellie was pretty. Maybe more than pretty. You’d noticed that since the first time you’d seen her. But you couldn’t stand her. She always teased you, poked you, drive you mad. You shouldn’t be thinking about her this way. Shouldn’t be looking at her in the way you were looking at her. You couldn’t. “You feel this.” she whispered as her free hand found place on your thigh, the warmth of her skin against yours making you shudder. “And this…” she continued when you didn’t move, pull away, push her… anything. Her hand moved just the slighted upwards, her fingertips leaving goosebumps on your skin. You hand darted towards her when she reached your inner thigh, dangerously close to your core. She smirked. “You okay, doll? You look a little shaken up.” you looked at her, and she could see the indecision in your eyes, but that desire too. That raw feeling that always made you make mistakes. You were wondering if this could be one of them.

“Shut up.” you muttered, your lips brushing hers, your breath heavy. Since when you two stood so close? The dam was about to burst. She was about to talk again, but the words died in her throat and turned into a groan when your lips crashed against hers. Your hands found her hair. And tugged. Tugged and messed it up like you’d been wanting to do all fucking afternoon. You hummed against her as her hands gripped your hips and pulled you to her lap. You knew this was probably not a good idea. You two were drunk. And high. And you weren’t supposed to be touching her, or letting her take off your tank top.

“Fuck. You’re so hot.” she groaned, her lips trailing down your neck to suck at your now exposed tits, she was looking at them as if they were the most perfect painting. A piece of art. You felt exposed. And for the first time in your life… Desired. You weren’t thinking about the scars decorating your skin. You were thinking about Ellie, and the feeling of her lips marking you up, sucking and kissing your skin.

“We should stop.” you hummed against her lips when she went back to kissing you, but you weren’t making any sense, ‘cause you were taking off her flannel and tugging at her shirt.

“We probably should. Do you wanna stop?” she inquired, and you shook your head. “Good girl.” you moaned at the praise, and she cooed. “Aw, you liked that, princess? Like it when I call you good girl?”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s my goal.” she smirked, and let you undress her from the waist up. You looked at her breasts, and your hands came up to cup them as you kissed her. Fuck. It felt so good. And she sounded good too.

“You’re unnerving. Make me wanna go out the fucking door and leave you here.”

“No one is stopping you.” she muttered against your lips. And for a couple of seconds you looked at her, before with a groan going back to kissing her once again. Your tongues were pushing into each others mouths. And shit it was dirty. There was spit dribbling down your chin and neck.

“Been wanting to do this since the day you put a knife to my throat. Needed to show you your place.” you moaned when one of her hands pushed into your pants and panties, fingers feeling just how wet you were. “So fucking wet already and I haven’t even touched you.” you let out a needy whimper when she started to circle your clit. It was puffy and throbbing in need to be touched, swollen and sensitive. And Ellie knew how to touch. “Want to taste you so bad…” you moaned.

“Bed.” you curtly and breathlessly said. She followed, pulling from you so you could surround her hips and bring you to her bed. Your back hit the sheets, and before you could miss her touch, Ellie was on top of you again, pulling from the last of your clothes.

Her eyes were glassy as she stared at you. Completely naked and at her mercy on her bed. Shit. If this was a fucking wet dream she was gonna lose her mind. You flushed when her hands parted your legs, emerald eyes falling to your soaked and exposed pussy. “Fuck.” she muttered, and you where whining and arching when her fingers went back in between your folds. “I knew your pussy would be cute. A cute little pussy for a cute girl.” you moaned when she spat on your cunt, one of her fingers pushing inside. And shit. It felt so good…

“Ellie…” you moaned her name, and she started to fuck her finger in and out of you, hearing the beautiful sounds your slick pussy made at her thrusts.

“Listen to her. So ready for me…” she smirked, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head when she slowly leaned down to start kissing your thighs as she added another finger.

One of your hands found her hair, panting at the feeling, your hips searching for more. You were aching for her mouth. “Ellie please…” you begged, and a shudder went down her spine.

“Fuck. Sound so pretty when you beg for me.” you let out a low whimper when her lips met your clit, sucking on it and making your mind spiral.

“Shit. Don’t stop.” she groaned against your cunt. She wasn’t going to. Not when you tasted this good.

Your hips bucked against her face. She was eating you like a woman starved. Sucking at your clit, licking at the juices dripping for the two fingers fucking into you… Jesus Christ. You shouldn’t be doing this. But how could you resist if it felt this good?

“So sweet… Taste so good.” you whimpered at her words, your back arching when she found that special spot in your gummy walls that made your head spin and loudly moan. “That’s it. Right there, hm?” she hit it again and you shivered, your grip tightening on her auburn hair. You could already feel your high approaching. “Atta girl. Taking it so good… Good girl.”

“Ellie…” your voice broken as your orgasm built. Your thighs were shaking at the sides of her face as her tongue teased your clit.

“You’re gonna cum, doll? Gonna cum all over my face?” you nodded, moaning. “Go ahead baby, let me have it.” she didn’t have to ask twice, with a loud cry you came undone under her touch, your walls clenching and throbbing around her fingers as she continued sucking on your clit with a hum, deliriously lapping at your white creamy cum as your moans filled her room.

You felt dizzy. Spent. No one had ever made you cum like this. Not even yourself.

You moaned against her lips when —after she had cleaned her fingers with her tongue— she kissed you. You opened your mouth for her, and tasted yourself out of her tongue, what made you feel dizzy, drunk on her.

“Ellie…” you pulled for her. “Wanna take care of you.” you muttered against her lips, and she smiled.

“You look exhausted princess…” you were about to say something, but she kissed you. Deep and slow. Shit. You never wanted her to stop kissing you. “Tomorrow, hm?” she inquired, looking into her eyes, and you nodded.

“Tomorrow.”

“Good girl.” she smiled, pecking your lips. “Now let’s go to sleep, alright?” you nodded.

Ellie helped you get dressed with a clean pair of her boxers and her green and brown flannel. And without no other words, she pulled you tight against her, her face against your neck.

Tonight. You were sleeping on her bed.

-

You wake up with the sudden panic of an unknown pain on your cheek. Flashes go through your mind as you open your eyes. And your ears catch voices. Sounds.

“Time to wake up, little sis.” a recognizable hum came through your ears, and your body froze, fear straining your heart.

No. It couldn’t be. You still had time. She wasn’t supposed to be here.

Your eyes met those blue ones that you have had to look into for so many years. The same as your fathers. It was like a ghost coming to haunt you. To finish the job he didn’t.

You then met Ellie’s body, restrained against the floor, her fighting unable to get her freed from the grasp the two men on top of her had on her.

“Look at you. I knew you were a whore, sis, but this…” Abby snickered, pointing at you and Ellie. “This actually surpasses my expectations.”

She didn’t know who Ellie was, did she? Did she remember her? No. Couldn’t be. Right? Right?

“You thought I wouldn’t find you?” she harshly took your cheeks, her fingers digging on your skin. You pushed her away, winning a punch across the face when you wouldn’t answer.

You spat blood to the floor, smirking when she pulled from your hair to bring you closer to her face. “Is nice to see you too, Abigail.” she growled, her gun pointing at your forehead.

“Where is he. Where’s Joel?” she inquired and you shrugged.

“I don’t know.” another punch. You took it as if it didn’t even hurt. Ellie’s heart was breaking.

“Come on, sis. I’m not up for games. I know you know. I know you came here to warn him about me. So why don’t you tell me where he is, hm?”

“Stop. Stop it.” Ellie said, threat on her voice. “I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you all.” you let out a broken ‘no!’ when Mel harshly kicked Ellie on the stomach, making her cough for air and choke.

“Aw…” Abby cooed, and your voice came out in a broken whimper of pain when the blonde harshly gripped your hair, stopping you from trying to get to her. “Isn’t that cute?” she inquired Ellie, who looked at her from the floor with eyes that could certainly kill. “She likes you.” you tried and get away, her only gripping your hair harder.

“Fuck you.” you said, spitting on her face, and Abby silently cleaned it off with her hand.

Next thing you knew? There was a throbbing and sharp pain on the back of your head, and your mind completely disconnected as your body fell limp into her grasp. Ellie screamed, receiving two new kicks when she tried and push the men away.

“Let’s go. There’s no time to waste.”

And that’s when Ellie realized that maybe there was no tomorrow.

-

a/n; finally! i don’t know if it would live to y’all’s expectations but i hope y’all like it<3

xxx

[misc-obeyme]

Remember that chapter that mc made all 7 of them flat against the floor with stay, season 2 or something in the carnival

And then Beel later said he had to sit on his knees Japanese style in the guest room and listen to a lecture for 2 hours

I keep wondering what could mc possibly say to him that long lol the boy was hungry dafuq you want from him

But would love to hear you drabble about it! If you want 💕

Sending green Gatorade your way 🍄

Okayyy I went the sfw fluffy route with this, but yo if MC is lecturing Beel for two hours, that kinda feels like they decided to take advantage of the situation for nsfw purposes, you know what I mean?

Anyway, this was kinda just me speculating a strict MC who would actually take the time to do that lol. Wouldn't be me.

Beelzebub's legs were asleep. He was sitting on the floor of your room, kneeling Japanese style, ever since you had returned from the carnival. It was true, he had rampaged a bit at the restaurant. And when his brothers started to intervene, things got out of hand quickly. But hadn't your stay command been enough? They were all still aching from that and likely would be for the next day or two.

You were standing with your arms crossed, a frown on your face.

Beel kept his eyes on your shoes. He felt guilty whenever he looked at your expression.

"-and you really should know better than to react like that in a restaurant," you said for what felt like the millionth time. "It wasn't as if you hadn't already eaten that massive parfait. I know you get hungry, but you have to learn to control yourself."

Beel twisted his hands together. "I'm sorry, MC," he said. This also felt like the millionth apology.

Beel was a strong demon, but being in this position for so long was starting to take its toll. He squirmed a little, trying to be subtle so you wouldn't notice.

Your sigh let him know that you had noticed anyway.

You surprised him by kneeling yourself directly across from him, your knees pressed up against his. You reached out and took his hands, preventing him from twisting them, holding them carefully in yours. His hands were much larger than yours, but when you held them, he felt so small.

"I worry about you, you know," you said, your eyes focused on the hands in your lap. "Not everyone is able to understand you the way that I do. Allowing your hunger to overtake your sense of reason like that can have lasting effects. Not just on your reputation, but on your own psyche and relationships, too. I just want you to be more careful, okay?"

For nearly two hours, you had been talking about the virtues of patience and being reasonable in the face of restaurants that maybe couldn't afford to give all the food he wanted to eat. You had discussed the trouble that would be left in his wake, including the way his brothers had gotten mixed up in everything. You had even spoken about brothers saying things to each other during a fight that they would later regret.

But none of that had caused Beel to feel the way he did right now. When you said you worried about him. When you talked about how you understood him.

Beel felt tears in his eyes and he sniffled.

You looked up immediately, eyes wide. Then you smiled at him, dropped his hands, and hugged him.

Beel wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace, burying his face in your neck. "I promise I'll be more careful, MC."

"I'm going to hold you to that," you said, leaning back to kiss him gently.

Beel knew that he would likely end up rampaging from hunger again. It wasn't something he could prevent easily. But he also knew that he would have a stronger conviction to prevent it in the future. All he had to do was think of you, kneeling here with him, and holding his hands.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[lunar-witches]

Whimsical Asks

🧜🏻‍♀️ - If you were a mythical creature what would you be, and why would you choose that?

🦄 - You are gifted a mythical creature as a familiar what creature are you choosing?

☁️ - Describe in detail what your favourite type of weather is.

🪽 - Which would you rather have: The wings of a bird, wings of an angel, or wings of a faery?

🍄 - Uh oh! You accidentally ate a strange, glowing mushroom with magical properties. What magical gift would you want it to give you?

🌺 - If you could have a magical garden, what would you grow in it?

🌙 - Are you more lively during the day, or the night?

✨ - You see a shooting star! Tell us your wish!

🍰 - If you were baking a cake to describe yourself what ingredients are you using?

☕️ - Plan a tea party! What will you be serving and who are you choosing as guests?

🎨 - Would you rather be able to use paintings as a portal to new worlds, or be able to make anything you paint become real?

🏔️ - If you created your own magical world, what would it be like?

🕯️ - What are your secret dreams and hopes?

🔮 - Describe your most magical experience.

💌 - Have you ever, or would you ever, give(n) someone a handwritten love letter?

[peachdues]

🍄 🪐 🍬 🥐 for the writers asks!!!

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Sanemi Shinazugawa can and absolutely will cry during sex because he’s overwhelmed by the intimacy and emotion behind it, but he’ll try and hide it by burying his face into your neck (and he’ll VEHEMENTLY deny it if you point it out). I’ve included this in my HCs in my upcoming NSFW alphabet because I feel STRONGLY about it.

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

1. Despite the fact that work is kicking my ass rn, I’ve been doing really well/have received a lot of praise for my work product

2. Sam and I are finally starting to renovate the upstairs of our home and we have plans to turn the old guest room into a gaming/cozy reading room. I’m very excited.

I love spring and I love the flowers blooming!

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

Just because Kyojuro Rengoku is a positive, inspiring, older-brother type figure to younger slayers doesn’t mean he’s emotionally stunted and doesn’t experience the full range of human emotion. Flame breathing stems from passion and passion means all emotions — not just the good ones. Reducing him down to a happy, go-lucky dumb puppy dog is a disservice to his character.

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 

Kylie Jenner going “shriiiiiimp” and then “HAAAA” while trying to get her food to cool off in her mouth. Sam and I quote it to one another all the time.

[writing-whump]

Would love a part 3 of fevered Isaiah!! (psst. they’ll have to call seline and Matt at some point, right? Maybe something about them picking zaya up when he’s a bit better and taking care of him until he’s fully recovered?)

Also he’s breaking my heart with the mom thing :(

But also “ow” was so cute <3 🍄

Thank you! I really liked this idea cause I didn't see it coming at all and then it kind of fit together...emotional stressed out Hector, Arnie with a headache, Isaiah still very weak.

I managed to put in as many requests as I could! Big thank you to everyone who send their ideas!!✨️

Isaiah sick part 3

Arnie woke up in the morning on the couch, freezing. He rubbed at his eyes, trying to identify what could have woken him up and how he got there.

The flashes from last night flooded his head in a rush, making him stagger as he got up. Ah right.

The door closed softly which alerted him to further movement.

Hector got out from their guest room, currently occupied by Isaiah. He didn't move at all, rooted to the spot, eyes downcast, shirt all crumpled.

"Hex?" Arnie whispered.

Hector didn't lift his head.

Arnie tiptoed closer to put a hand on his elbow. "Hey..."

Hector let out a heavy sigh before suddenly pulling him into a hug. Arnie's head went back a little as he was crushed against his brother's chest unexpectedly. "That bad, huh?"

Hector said nothing, but breathed in, all loud and shaky near Arnie's ear.

This must have been the longest hug Arnie had gotten from Hector in a while. And it was for a change for his sake more than Arnie's. "I'm sorry. You could have woken me up-"

"No. You got the first half, I got the second," Hector mumbled, still holding him like he barely kept himself from breaking Arnie's bones.

"How is he?"

That was when Hector finally loosed his grip. "Asleep. Still feverish, but nothing like before. I will hear if something comes up."

Hector trailed towards the living room though like he craved nothing more than to put a bit of distance between himself and that room. He collapsed on the coach into the mess of blankets Arnie slept in, rubbing at his forehead with both hands.

Arnie felt torn for a second, but figured Hector wouldn't have left Isaiah alone if he wasn't semi-stable. He sat down next to him. Waiting for whatever would bubble up. It wasn't like Hector to suppress his feelings.

"I fucked up real bad."

Arnie perked up, eyes narrowing. "Whatever do you mean?" There was a lot to choose from.

"With Isaiah."

"He said something in his sleep?"

Hector hesitated. "He said a bunch of stuff that he wasn't aware of. But did you see...his look in the bathtub?" Hector carded a hand through his hair, his face still pressed against the other one. "How scared of me he was?"

"He was just panicking cause he didn't understand what was happening."

"He must hate me so much." Hector looked up to Arnie, his expression crumbled and heartbroken. His amber eyes were shimmering. "He would really believe I would- but why wouldn't he, right? He could never rely on me back at home- I told him when we saw each other- such horrible things- and he-" Hector broke off, breathing picking up as he spiraled himself into a panic.

Arnie put a hand on his shoulder, shifting closer. "Hex."

"You never gave up on him. But I did. I hated him for so long, I played right into father's hands, into every self-destructive, self-loathing martyr illusion Isaiah wanted-"

"Hex," Arnie said, more firmly now as he own stomach somersaulted at the words.

Hector made a strangled sound at the back of his throat, then looked away, burying his face back into his hands. "He is right to hate me for that."

"He doesn't hate you," Arnie sighed, climbing behind Hector's heaving back.

"But he should. How could I have ever thought- ever believed- ever given up on him like that?"

Arnie leaned against Hector's back, wrapping his arms around his broad chest. Just holding him as he fought with the air in his lungs. He was trembling all over in Arnie's hold.

"You didn't give up," Arnie said into the silence when he thought Hector calmed down enough to listen. "You followed after him. Trained like crazy to get a branch position in the city he was at. Went to the same school. Did missions around his neighbourhood. You kept obsessing and hating him, wanted to defeat him, overcome him - don't you get it? You were always trying to stay connected to him. The opposite of love isn't hate, it's indifference."

The trembling was dying down. Arnie propped his chin on the top of Hector's head, the curls tickling against his cheek.

He dipped forward as Hector folded over his knees with a quiet gasp.

Arnie understood before Hector. Just like he usually did when it came to Hector's emotions.

"Take deep breaths. It's gonna be alright. Don't worry about anything, okay? I'll check on Isaiah."

It was a testament of how badly Hector felt, still bend forward guiltiling himself into a stomachache, that he let Arnie take over.

...

"You look pale."

Arnie almost jumped out of his skin when Isaiah said that. It was the most coherent sentence since last night.

"I look pale? You should look at yourself, man." He was so happy to hear Isaiah speak he jumped up onto the edge of the bed. A bit quicker than he should have, maybe. There was pressure building behind his eyes.

"What happened?" Isaiah still lost lost beneath the covers, hair sprawled around his sheet white face. But his eyes were clearer now, getting back their worried edge.

"Not much," Arnie said nonchalantly. "You got sick and feverish. Hector watched over you at night."

Arnie picked up the glass of rehydration solution, inserting the straw with a hint of satisfaction that it was proving useful. He held it against Isaiah's lips until the older man took a couple of hesitant sips.

"Where is Hector now?" Trust Isaiah to pick up on that.

"Taking a breather. Didn't get a wink of sleep."

Isaiah's frown deeped into something hurt and guilty.

"Not that that's a problem!" Arnie added quickly. "He was happy to do it."

Isaiah stared at him in a way that made him shiver. "Something's wrong." It wasn't a question.

"No, you are just sick." Which was technically the source of the problem. Arnie put his hand against Isaiah's cheek and then forehead. Still low-grade fever, but getting better.

"Get some more sleep. Everything’s fine." They could get into the drama tomorrow.

Isaiah looked like he wanted to protest, blinking rapidly to get himself awake.

Arnie took his hand, rubbing over his knuckles. The effect was surprisingly strong and almost immediate. Isaiah's body relaxed although he didn't, eyelids falling shut.

Arnie could tell when he went under by the frown clearing away.

...

Isaiah woke up rapid pounding in his chest.

He was sweaty all over again and his heart was racing as if he was running or in the middle of a difficult spar. He felt every beat against his ribs, the muscles straining. Was he supposed to be so aware of where his heart was and what was hurting about it?

Lifting himself up proved to be a challenge. His arms were shaking from the strain, but he wanted to see if sitting up would help with the fluttering sensation of something big and angry trapped in his ribcage.

As the pressure eased slightly, a new problem emerged—dizziness. The room spun wildly, preventing him from focusing.

He swayed on the bed and threw his legs over the edge of the bed blindly. Giving the walls time to get back into place and stop waving.

Nobody was in his room. But at least he recognized where he was, so he wasn't hallucinating from fever anymore.

When the waving on the floor and walls receded, Isaiah took a couple of deep breaths in preparation to drag himself to his feet. The room swayed and swam again, but he was braced for it, leaning on the wall for support.

The apartment was too quiet. Hector should have heard his out of the bounds bearing heart, but didn't.

Something more serious must have been happening and he wanted to see what it was, damn it.

He struggled with the door handle and had to go at snail pace. A hand against the wall at all times. He took frequent stops to just breathe and blink the blacks spots from his vision.

Isaiah reached for his shadow on instinct. He was hurting so he wanted it fixed. His shadow obediently rippled up and through him. Focusing on his chest, trying to ease the painful papilations. The hopeful anticipation made it better for a couple of seconds, but by the time his shadow pulled back, the pounding was back the same.

Ah. So this was the heart issue then. Made worse by the fever strain?

At least he wouldn't have to worry about it being serious. Gridding your teeth and powering through was his specialty, anyway. He was more frustrated by the slow pace he had to take and the several dizzy spells that forced him to take breaks.

By the time he made it to the living room, his legs were shaking, muscles randomly twitching. The thudding of his heart got worse, more intense, pounding loudly in his ears. This was exhausting as hell.

Hector was sitting curled up on the sofa, head in his hands. Arnie was on the floor by his side, head leaning on his forearm with a pained line between his eyebrows.

They both looked up as he shuffled nearer in shock. Truly too preoccupied to have heard him. "Alright, what's going on?"

"Why are you standing up?" Hector said, shoulders jumping as he glared at Isaiah. Then he winced as if the mere sight hurt and looked to the side.

"Because," Isaiah grunted, leaning his whole side and shoulder against the wall to keep his balance. "What's wrong with you two?"

"No one was there, when you woke up," Arnie realized, clumsily climbing to his feet. "I'm sorry. How's the fever? I'll get you more aspirin and water, okay?" He hurried away apologetically.

Isaiah focused his swaying gaze on Hector. "You look worse than me."

"You wish," Hector murmured instinctively, but the playful bite was missing. "You are barely keeping upright. Sit down at least." But Isaiah noted that Hector didn't move to help.

"You couldn't have caught it so quickly," Isaiah mused as he eased himself on the ground. Everything was spinning again and he was getting light-headed. His heart was fluttering and jumping painfully and he felt like he coud pass out any second. "What happened last night?"

Hector pressed his lips together together, hands balled into fists.

Isaiah's head pounded in synch with his heart as he tried to focus. The clarity from sleeping was leaving, his thoughts sticking together at random places. His heart made another painful flip.

"Your heartbeat is weird," Hector said suddenly, tilting his head in his direction.

"I noticed," Isaiah said dryly. He was getting frustrated. There was nothing he could do to help. Physically or mentally, he couldn't even grasp whatever the problem was. "It's fucking exhausting," he said quietly, face twisting as he rode out another flutter. His hands and feet were tingling.

Hector's eyes widened and he sprang to his feet this time. "All the more reason to get you back in bed. Come on."

Hector's hands were stiff and cold as he helped Isaiah back to his feet and to the room. Isaiah was barely registering at that point, the way back so much faster than his long stride to get there.

The whole time, Hector didn't look him in the face or meet his gaze. Something about his was closed off, upset, like knives under his skin. Hurting, but buried too deep to be visible.

Hector was about to hurry away from Isaiah's reach, knowing he couldn't follow a second time.

"Arnie looks like he is in pain," Isaiah croaked.

Hector stopped in his tracks, but didn't turn back.

"You look like you are too. Please. You gotta tell me what's wrong," Isaiah insisted, voice trailing away.

Hector's hand gripped the doorframe. It creaked from the force. "Go back to sleep and get better. That's enough."

Isaiah's eyes were burning and he knew it was from the fever and the constant fluttering pain. But not being able to help, solve or get involved? He could not imagine anything worse.

So he reached for his phone, thoughtfully prepared on the nightstand by Arnie.

...

"Is this the right place?" Seline asked, looking around even with her heavy bag filled with groceries. "It's such a fancy building."

"That's Wolfson pack for ya," Matthew grumbled. He was carrying two even bigger bags. "Definitely the right one. I can smell Hector all the way from here."

"Won't we get in trouble with his pack?"

Matthew took a careful breath through his nose. "He is the only wolf on the floor. They must be scared shitless to live any closer."

Seline nodded. That was good. Hector and Isaiah being on good terms was still not quite in the open, considering the truth about Isaiah's father wasn't known to the rest of the pack.

"I still can't believe he allowed us to come," Matthew said, eyebrows furrowed as they moved forward.

"He outright asked us," Seline said, agreeing with the sentiment. It was highly unusual for Isaiah. All the more because they have never been to Hector's and Arnie's place before.

She opened the door first since Matthew's hands were full and she wasn't sure about his reaction. Matthew and Hector could be considered allies, right? Since they have helped each other before and because of Isaiah...

Yeah, better she went first. No wolf would harm a witch. They could actually make use of that natural calming effect here.

A slim blond kid was just exiting the kitchen, when they came in. This had Hector jumping to his side that second.

They weren't expected then.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Hector growled at Matthew. He looked pale and sickly green. Like he was the one sick. It was a bit hard to take him seriously, stripped down to a white undershirt and shorts.

"Saving your sorry ass, as usual," Matthew said, puffing his chest out with a grin.

"I didn't ask you to-"

"Hey, you must be Arnie," Seline interjected, looking at the smaller blond. Arnie looked so much like Isaiah she was still gawking. Like a perfect mini-copy, minus the blond hair that was longer, more tousled and therefore wavy. His wide green eyes stirred something protective in her.

18 years old. Her brother Dylan was 19 and she knew the age didn't change anything about the teen being a big buff, but stupid and childish just the same. It was one trouble after another with him. But Arnie looked young. It made her heart ache to think Isaiah was this age when he left the pack behind.

"I'm Seline. Nice to meet you." She offered her hand hesitantly since she had to reach beside Hector to do so. "Isaiah told me so much about you."

Arnie looked a bit awed but took her hand. "Hello." He looked at Hector for directions like a lost puppy. The older put himself protectively between Matthew and Arnie, glaring daggers at the redhead.

Matthew shook his head. "Chill out, man. I wouldn't do anything to Isaiah's little brother."

"But to a random human kid you would?"

"Fuck you."

Hector growled.

"You are on his territory, you know," Arnie said quietly. "You shouldn't open your mouth at him like that."

Matthew narrowed his eyes at Arnie. "You are pretty mouthy yourself."

Arnie stood his ground, despite the wolf being much taller than him. His green eyes glinted with spite. "I'm not gonna cower in front of you just cause you have a shadow and a temper, mate.

Seline cleared her throat. That was worse than she expected. "Isaiah said we better come because you aren't doing so well." Both brothers seemed pale and strained to her.

"We are fine," Hector hissed. "We don't need help and we didn't call you and what the fuck is this supposed to mean-"

"It means you managed to stress Isaiah out. Again." It sounded like a joke, but Matthew's expression was anything but.

Hector's face reddened and he actually winced like he got punched. Arnie scowled. "Who do you think you are to-"

"Okay," Seline said. Matthew was way too protective and strung up to not react to Hector, who seemed way too unsteady on his feet to her. "Matt, would you be so nice and go check on Isaiah. Thank you."

It was strange to her that he was alone in the room while the two were roaming here. Something was off. "I got a bunch of groceries, so maybe one of you could show me where to put them?"

Matthew moved to sidestep Hector, but the other wolf didn't budge out of the way.

"Hector," Seline amended, kicking herself. All that stuff about hierarchies and shadows that Isaiah tried to explain came to her mind. "You guys have been doing a great job helping. Can we help too? You know how seconds get with their leaders out of commission." Nobody minded she was Isaiah's girlfriend and dying to go check on him herself. "May we?"

Hector huffed, but something in him deflated at the formulation, his shadow satisfied. Matthew quickly walked through to Isaiah's room, leaving her alone with the brothers.

"He's an asshole," Hector growled, then swayed and braced against the wall. One of his arms snaked around his stomach.

Seline frowned, not sure if she should call him out on it or not. "Hector-"

"I'm fine," he grumbled, no heat in his voice. Her witchy magical aura was doing its job. He didn't mind her talking back or being there. She wasn't sure if she would dare to come if that wasn't an effect she could count on. "Help Arnie, he's got a headache."

He turned away. Seline was about to ask more questions, but when she noticed he went into the bathroom, she stopped. She would check on him later.

"Headache or migraine?" Seline said, looking at Arnie. The kid was still pounting, looking between Isaiah's door and the bathroom where Hector had just disappeared to.

"You know about that too? Geez," Arnie said with a wince. "What groceries?"

Seline shrugged. "It sounded to me like Isaiah wanted you taken care of. I got things for a soup, meds, all kinds of things for stress, digestion, fever,...painkillers..." she said, looking at him.

Arnie sighed. "It's nothing. I'm used to it."

"What number?"

Arnie frowned at her. "How do you know about the numbers?"

"You are not the only one with migraines in the family. If it's just the onset of a migraine, maybe we could stop it from developing further. What about you lie down, get some painkillers, and relax? Would that be possible?"

Arnie shuffled his feet. "I should help Hector, he is..."

"Taking it hard, isn't he," Seline said gently. "I heard he gets sick when emotional."

"I don't know if I like that you know so much," Arnie said with a grimace.

"It's not my fault Isaiah can't shut up about you two," she said with a wink. She felt another wave of affection and protectiveness, looking at how undecided and lost Arnie was.

"Did you have any breakfast yet?"

Arnie looked away, hands going into his pockets. Was he boycotting her?

"You have been helping a lot, haven't you. But you won't help anyone if the headache gets into a full blown migraine, right?"

He looked at her sullenly then, biting into his cheek.

"You don't have to feel bad about it. Just let me take care of you so you can be back to worrying full stop. Did you have anything to eat yet?

Arnie shook his head no.

"Then maybe eating could also help with the sugar low. What are you in the mood for? Ham and eggs? Croissant? Cucumber salad?"

"Cucumber salad?"

"Just cut cucumbers and yogurt and salt. Best food for warm summer days."

When Arnie didn't immediately say no, she took it as a yes.

...

Isaiah couldn't really sleep. He just drifted in and out from a pained haze. There were flashes of memories and the faces of his brothers. A feeling of dread. His chest hurt, like something was pressing on it.

There were sounds coming from the door, but he wasn't sure he wasn't just dreaming it up.

Until light came from the opened door, the only source since the windows were covered.

"Hey, Zaya, don't pretend you are asleep, I can tell."

Isaiah opened his eyes at Matthew's playful tone, immense relief washing over him. "Hey."

Matthew invited himself inside, perching on the edge of the bed. "Dude, you look rough. It's somehow hitting you worse than me."

"I'm sorry I had to call you," Isaiah whispered, slowly lifting himself up on his arms.

"I'm sorry you caught the plague from me," Matthew said back, waving off his apology. "And I'm glad you called. I would be fucking pissed if you didn't, to be honest."

Isaiah snickered feebly, finally managing to sit up. The room was spinning again. His head felt floaty, like it was about to fall off.

"Okay, spill it. What's wrong and what can I do?"

"Oh, you know. Feverish, dizzy, scaring the crap out of everyone."

Matthew seemed to have picked up on how hard it was for Isaiah to move, cause he shifted out of the way, leg bent on the bed to be closer. "Still with the fever?"

"It's better. But I really wanna get out of here." He hung his head, blinking at the black spots in his vision. "Please."

"Man, if you aren't feeling good yet, we can just stay here. Don't think your two hosts are very eager to let you go."

Isaiah gulped down uneasily. "I never should have stayed. Shouldn't have come. They never should have seen me like this-"

"Zaya, come on. You can't give yourself such impossible goals. Everyone gets sick sometimes. They will get over it."

Isaiah fought hard against the pressure in his throat. "B-but they are so broken down by this - look at what it does to them." Arnie was on the edge of a migraine, Hector barely standing from how nauseous he felt, and neither being able to look him in the eye. "Must be so disappointing-"

"Cut that crap," Matthew said sternly. "They are not. You just scared them a little."

"Then let's leave here already," Isaiah all but whined, swaying forward. Matthew turned so Isaiah could lean into his side, taking his weight.

"Nope. I think this is good, actually. They need to see this. That you are human too." He draped his arm around Isaiah's sweaty back, pulling him closer. "Just maybe portion it a out little more next time."

Isaiah chuckled, then coughed when that limited his oxygen a bit more than he wanted. He pressed his forehead into Matthew's shoulder. His chest felt tight and he was dripping with sweat from how much his heart struggled to be visible and on his mind at all times.

"Your breathing is all off," Matthew said, eyebrows knitted together in concern. He rubbed Isaiah's arm up and down. "And why is your heart doing that?"

Isaiah clenched his jaw, plastering up a crooked smile. "That's a new one."

"I don't think you should be feverish for that long with...that."

Isaiah was just happy he could let go so completely in front of Matthew. He was basically slumped against him, the pressure from his chest and his breathing coming a little easier when upright.

"Anything I can do? Aside moving you, that is."

Isaiah took a shuddering breath, closing his eyes. He didn't understand this at all. It wasn't like Matthew could take away from the crushing pressure, the way his chest seized and let go or the tiredness of the fast pulse. But leaning against him like this, him being all concerned and eager to play a support pillar made it feel more manageable. Warmth was spreading over his chest and his hands weren't trembling so much anymore.

When Isaiah didn't say anything, Matthew sighed. The hand around his back went up into his hair, brushing the sweaty strands away from his face. A trickle of perspiration ran down the side of Isaiah's face. He shuddered at the sensation.

Matthew grabbed one of the drying up towels from the night and gently nabbed at his face and neck. "Christ, you are giving your body a run for it."

"Wasn't like this yesterday...chest hurts all over," he said quietly, daring to rub at his left side where his heart was pounding against the flesh and his skin with a vengeance.

"Okay, shhh. Relax. Breathe and relax, everything is fine."

"Feels like I'm gonna pass out. Since morning. Just..." he motioned at himself, hiding his face against the spot between Matt's neck and shoulder.

Matthew tensed, but his voice was steady. "Yeah, I got you, man. It's fine. You know if you feel like...passing out, then just...ehh...do it? I'm right here."

Isaiah had to smile a little at the reassurance. He turned his face to the side so he could breathe more freely, still leaning against Matthew's shoulder. He fisted his hand in Matthew's shirt like he could hold onto him when he started to fall.

"I hate seeing you like this," Matthew growled in frustration. "I wish there was something more to do. Like pills or something that would make it better."

"I'm inclined to agree with you today," Isaiah whispered, letting his eyes fall shut. Whether he fell unconscious or just asleep, he was too tired to fight it.

And he knew Matthew would be there either way.

...

"How is Arnie?" Hector said tiredly.

When Hector didn't immediately bite her head off, Seline slipped inside the bathroom, closing the door gently behind her. "I got him to eat, lay down and take some painkillers. If he manages to sleep, he will should feel better soon."

Hector peered at her with dull eyes. He was curled up on the floor, between the toilet and the bathtub. Sweat was beading on his big eyebrows and he was hugging his knees to himself.

She stood there awkwardly, watching him. She was not good with the soothing words and hand-holding. But she could be practical. "Did you throw up?"

Hector turned his head away. There was a long minute of silence where she could see the muscle in his jaw clenching and relaxing. "...No. Still feels like I might."

"Stomach hurts or just nauseous?"

He lay his head on top of his knees. "Kinda both."

"Okay." Selined went out and returned quickly with a small bottle of coke. "Take a sip of this."

He glared at her. "For real? Why?"

"Phosphoric acid, caffeine and sugar. All really good against nausea." Especially when it comes from the mind, she added to herself.

Hector gave her an indignant look, but she just knelt by his side, waiting. Finally, he took the bottle, screwing it open to take a small sip.

"There. It works like a charm, I swear."

"Not the kind of charm I expected," Hector grumbled. He tensed a little after the first sip, but then relaxed and took a few more.

"Ice cream also helps. I got a bland one with me." When Hector gave her another weirded out look, she shrugged. "Something about the coldness is soothing."

Hector uncurled his legs, taking more daring sips from the coke as he leaned against the wall.

"You know," Hector said after a while, "this is a pretty crude invasion of privacy."

Seline sighed. "Look. I can leave you alone if you prefer, but sometimes just having someone around helps. Mind if I sit with you for a bit?"

Hector was quiet again, before clenching his teeth together and giving a tiny little nod.

Seline suppressed a smile and sat down on the floor next to him. She stretched out her hand. "If you want, you know, the witchy kinda help..."

It wasn't entirely comfortable to be touching a strange wolf and she would be having contact with his shadow...which was pretty damn intimate kind of contact. But she knew the magic in her skin was humming to him, that he was able to react more calmly around her and if the contact itself helped clear his head and stop feeling so shitty...she was willing.

Hector recoiled from her. "No." He balled his hands into fists, glaring angrily at the opposite wall.

He was upset, but suppressed his shadow's reaction. He was polite or brought up strictly enough to not take a witch's offer of contact lightly, even though his shadow must have been singing to touch her.

Seline could tell he had a temper going and he was quick to raise to Matt's provocations, but his shadow never moved. He was more like Isaiah that way.

Seline settled more comfortably against the wall, wondering what else to say. Silence was a good tool though. People were so uncomfortable with it they often started talking just to fill it.

"I'm so lame, aren't I," Hector said into the quiet echoing off the bathroom tiles. "He is sick and I'm-" he broke off, pressing his closed fist against his forehead.

Seline didn't say anything, mirroring his position of hugging her knees and watching him with bright blue eyes.

"During...during the fever, he got scared. Of me," Hector admitted, talking slowly. "And I get it. He doesn't have a reason to trust me. I was the one who-...but he acts like he does and he shouldn't, cause I don't deserve it anyway." His throat bobbed audibly at the end and he pressed his lips together tightly.

"Are you upset he trusts you or that he doesn't?"

Hector shook his head, head leaning more against the wall as he squeezed his eyes shut. "I made a mistake. I shouldn't- he shouldn't be even giving me a chance."

Seline leaned her head back just as he did, looking at the wall, parallel to his gaze.

She was starting to see the trick. Hector figured out a balance of not letting his shadow go, but expressing his feelings openly. It was completely different from Matt or Isaiah. Expecially in contrast to the latter, it was very refreshing.

"Your shadow," she said. "You are angry, but it doesn't react. Matthew can't do it. Usually, his emotions and shadow are too tightly linked."

Hector's forehead creased as he opened his eyes. "What?"

"But I still trust him. Love him, you know? It's not like that stops just because you make a mistake."

"That was the biggest mistake of my life."

"Well, at least you can make sure you won't do it again," she said.

"But what if I don't deserve another chance?" Hector whispered.

"I don't believe that's your call. He should decide if you are worth the effort. And he obviously decided you are. Don't doubt what strength he puts into that choice."

"So what am I supposed to do?"

"Don't leave him. Don't do it again. Act like you deserve his trust until you do." She looked at him and added more gently: "Prove it to him and to yourself."

Hector met her gaze steadily, before breaking off with a sudden burst of hoarse laugh. "Jesus, that's heavy literature. Do you have an answer for everything?"

"Well..." she blushed, looking away. "You asked."

[notjustbees]

"And now, for something completely different."🍄

[bownes-anon]

|/ A bit of scrambling can be heard, before Scare stumbles into the kitchen. Their eyes are wide as they stare at Bownes. \|

"...holy mother of Gods.. Bownes..."

|/ Their paws are shacking. \|

-@that-one-anon, 💥🍄🍁 anon

~ He looks up from the food he was preparing, looking up at the sound of that oh so familiar voice. His first guest, his first friend. He drops whatever utensils he was using and runs to Scare, hugging them. He buries his face into Scare’s shoulder, tears already spilling from his eyes. ~

Scare.. Scare, I’m so happy to see you.. Scare..

[mushroom-madness]

🍄 ROUND 5: SEMIFINALS: MATCH 2 🍄

🍄 Vote for your Favorite Fungi! 🍄

Descriptions Below ⬇️

Caduceus Clay

"He heals wounds with fungus and makes tea from dead people which is, like, basically what mushrooms do” - Submission 97

"my sweet son. my baby boy. love and cherish him" - Submission 136

Stanley

"He is just the sweetest child and he gives the best hugs! Lookit him! He had 4 arms for extra good hugging! THE BEST BOY DESERVES TO WIN! I love him, he deserves all the good things!" - Submission 7

"A happy whimsical child, but very lonely because they're sick. Will encourage you to make a mess with them." - Submission 41

"He is my favorite boy and is just so pure and adorable. He gives me drawings and gives the best hugs, even if he doesn't win I would be so happy he even got in." - Submission 48

"He's just a lil boye.." - Submission 57

"He's just this young kid, only 8, and he's just so cheerful. He'll draw pictures for the player character, Stella, want to experiment with various things, follow you around just beingcurious about things. He's such a good kid. Yet the entire time you have him aboard the ship you know that he's dying and you'll have to take him to the Everdoor at some point for Stella is the spiritfarer and ferrying people to the afterlife is what she does. Needless to say I cried especially hard when the time came for me to take him to the Everdoor" - Submission 59

"Y’know I honestly dunno alota details about Stanley cuz I haven't gotten him in spiritfarer yet but I can just tell how funky he is ok" - Submission 64

"You know him. You love him. He's adorable. I couldn't not throw in a vote for him" - Submission 66

“guy!! ever!!" - Submission 84

"Grew him in my garden and he took over my guest room. He's my son who I will personally escort to the afterlife." - Submission 86

"He is such a sweetie!" - Submission 87

"He is my son. you Know" - Submission 89

"He's my bb boy I adore him so so much I wish to give him French fries and let him draw and I'm still distraught over him leaving : ((best boy <3" - Submission 99

"| know he was an example but I want him in!!! He's just a little guy!!!! You literally get him from growing him out of a garden and he's just a kid spirit that follows you around and I love him so,,, HE CALLS YOU BIG HAT I-

Also him being in the bracket would be propaganda for people to play spiritfarer in general good game 10/10' - Submission 134

[serene-faerie]

Doriath Dashboard Simulator (part 2)

🌲 treehugger Following

I love you oaks I love you beech trees I love you pines I love you holly I love you forests of Doriath and all of your beautiful leaves 💚

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🌺 queen-melyanna Follow

Aman is great and the Gardens of Lórien are beautiful, no doubt

But does Aman have a regal, grey-eyed, super tall Elf king with long grey hair and a strong jawline?

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Thinking about moving to Doriath? Excellent!

If you've always wanted to live in a kingdom ruled by a DILF and MILF couple, then Menegroth is the place for you!

🐝 hello-my-honey Follow

Girl you do realize that Thingol and Melian are happily married to each other???

🌈 thingol-and-melian-can-rail-me Following

Well that hasn't stopped this elleth from dreaming about a threesome with them 🙈

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I'm straight but even I have to admit that King Thingol is a very sexy king 🤤

🌷 blossoms-of-menegroth Mutuals

Melian is truly the luckiest woman in Arda, being married to an Elda as fine as Elu Thingol

🏹 strongestbow Following

Oh for Eru's sake, don't you all have any decency?! This is your king and queen that you're speaking about!

You need to show them your respect! Not talk about them like this!

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Me reading this post like

#y'all are too thirsty ffs #sure thingol and melian are hot #but have some decency people #show some respect for your king and queen

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The ceiling of Menelrond

#my pics #menegroth #doriath #throne halls #arda #middle earth #beleriand

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🌳 queen-beech Mutuals

We got some new guests here in Menegroth; some of the Noldor from Aman. So far, I really like them!

Finrod is such a sweetheart, and he's really good at speaking Sindarin too! King Thingol really seems to like him (guess it helps that he's part Teleri). And his sister Artanis seems to have gotten Queen Melian's interest. Same with Lord Celeborn, not that I blame him.

Artanis has the prettiest hair I've ever seen in the world!!!

I'm so excited to get to know these guests! I sure hope we can all be friends :)

🌳 queen-beech Mutuals

Wait what do you mean they were hiding a literal slaughter of our kindred in Alqualondë???

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Posts that aged poorly

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"Why are you so mad at the Noldor??? We literally saved your lives from Morgoth!!! You should just get over the Kinslaying already!!!"

Omg I know!!! It's not like the Noldor took advantage of King Thingol's hospitality and kept quiet about Alqualondë until he had to confront them about it!!! It's not as if we Sindar are ethnically related to the Teleri, which that means some of us may have had relatives killed in Alqualondë!!! It's totally not as if the Noldor had other motives for coming all the way to Middle-earth and are refusing to respect the people who've lived here longer than them!!!

I guess we Sindar are just overreacting after all :)

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Damn you went for the kill!

But well said, my friend! Anyone who tells us that we're overreacting has clearly lost their mind. Either that, or they're a kinslayer themselves.

🔘 celegorms-girlfriend-deactivated-6702

Oh sure, go ahead and pin the kinslaying on us. You know, it's not like the Teleri could've just avoided the bloodshed by giving us their ships. It's not as if they didn't start the fight themselves. No, the Teleri are poor innocent babies in this and we Fëanorians are the true scum of Arda and even worse than Morgoth himself :))))

I've said this once and I'll say it again: if it weren't for us, you Sindarin cowards would've already been slaving away in the mines of Angband. You should be thanking us for saving your asses instead of getting on our case about Alqualondë.

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Wow, aren't you a piece of work? I'd expect nothing less from a hardcore Fëanorian supporter lmao

First of all, we Sindar were already battling Morgoth long before you even came to Middle-earth. While you were slaughtering your own kindred, we were doing a kin-avenging of Denethor, so you can shut up about that. Plus, our armies were decimated so that's why we can't even fight in battle now.

Second of all, you didn't even need to steal the damn ships. Fingolfin and his people crossed the Helcaraxë into Middle-earth so you could've just done that instead of killing Elves who were literally unarmed and unprepared. It's telling that you blame the Teleri for defending themselves when you literally ignored their protests and tried to steal the ships anyways. And then you tried to hide this from King Thingol when you know that he's friends with Olwë??? And then you wonder why he hates the Fëanorians and kicked you out of Doriath! I'd do the same if I were in his shoes!

Lastly, I think I speak for all of the Sindar when I say that I would rather be a slave in Angband than ally myself with the likes of you. If this is how you Fëanorians are gonna treat us, then we don't owe you an alliance.

Go back to kissing up to your precious Fëanorians on your own blog.

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Annnnd they've deactivated lmao

Guess they couldn't handle your clapback

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Friendly reminder that if a squirrel gives you an acorn, you must always accept it! It means that you're the squirrel's friend!

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And if a squirrel climbs onto your shoulder, don't be scared! He's just being friendly!

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When he's dark-haired and has a rugged beard 😍

When he looks at you like you're his entire world 😍

When he's strong enough to lift you into his arms 😍

When he can pin you up against a tree like it's nothing 😍

When he calls you "Tinúviel" 😍

#my boyfriend is so hot #and so sweet as well #i love him sm #shut up tinuviel #hornyposting #do not rb

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I don't understand what's so special about Lúthien's boyfriend

Sure he passed through Ered Gorgoroth and Nan Dungortheb and fought off Morgoth's forces by himself which is impressive I guess

But how did this Beren guy even manage to get Lúthien to fall in love with him???

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I'm gonna be honest and say that it's probably his eyes

He's got the eyes of a sad baby deer and some girls just love that

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First Beren and Lúthien stole a Silmaril from Bauglir, then they both died, and now they've come back to life as mortals??? Lúthien has been given mortality???

This year has been wild as hell lmao

I wouldn't be surprised if King Thingol decides to adopt a mortal as his son next year

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I've only had Túrin for a day and a half and if anything happens to him, I'll kill everyone in Menegroth and then myself

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Reblog if you think King Thingol and Queen Melian are the sexiest rulers in all of Middle-earth

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Oh please!

As if the king and queen of Doriath could ever match the glory and majesty of High King Fëanáro himself! He was beautiful and strong, and no one can even hope to be as fabulous as him: not Thingol, not Finrod, not Fingolfin, and not even Fingon!

Long live the House of Fëanor!

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Ew get the Kinslayer off this post

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Sorry, but this is High King Fingolfin erasure and I won't stand for it

Who else had the balls to duel Morgoth and wound him seven times???

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Has your high king ever married a sexy Maia after looking into her eyes for 200 years?

Has your high king ever carried out a kin-avenging of his long-term ally and best friend?

Has your high king fathered the most badass half-Maia daughter in all of Beleriand?

Yeah. I thought so.

Long live King Thingol and Queen Melian!

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POV: It's the wedding of Beren and Lúthien and you're enjoying a slice of blackberry rose tart during the feast

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Wait what do you mean it's been 37 years since the Quest for the Silmaril???

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Posts that make you feel really old when you least expect it

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Doriath is officially no more. Our king and queen are dead, and it's likely that the young princes are dead as well. The only consolation is that Celegorm, Caranthir, and Curufin are also dead, and young Elwing is alive and well.

To my fellow Sindar, do not lose hope.

We must look out for each other and rebuild here in the Havens of Sirion. We must endure the cruelty of Bauglir and his forces. But we will not surrender so long as we fight back. We will not give into Bauglir or the Fëanorians.

One day, we will be the harbingers of vengeance. One day, Bauglir will be sent to the Void. And one day, the Fëanorians will have to answer for their crimes.

For now, let us rest and heal. There is still much work to be done, and we will need all of our strength in the coming days.

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Link to part 1 here.