#holds your hands we mean it. y'all did nothing wrong at all. y'all don't have to change a thing. there's nothing to apologize for <33 <22

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@euclydya sits with y'all. holds y'all gently. <33 <22

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Brother's Best Friend - Part 4

Jake Seresin x F!Reader

A/N: Did I write an angstier version of this chapter and then rewrite the last half entirely because y'all deserve a fluffy read? Yes, yes I did. Thank you for all your wonderful ideas! I've got them all lined up for future chapters hehehe So don't be blaming me for the heartache you're inflicting upon yourselves XD Muah!

Summary: The trials and tribulations of falling for your brother's best friend.

CW: Swearing, suggestive language, protective Jake

WC: 2000+

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“You have a what?” Jake exclaims, nearly choking on his coffee.

“A date,” you repeat, smiling giddily at both him and Bradley. “We met at pub night last week and we’ve been texting.”

“Texting?” Jake raises his eyebrows skeptically. He looks over at Bradley as though he expects him to express an opinion, but Bradley just rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

“Be careful,” your brother says, returning his attention to the plate of scrambled eggs before him.

You snort. “In what way?”

“In all ways,” Jake chimes in, clearly annoyed that Bradley has nothing else to add. “Guys are dicks so keep your guard up.”

You give Jake a humorous look. “Not all guys,” you say.

Jake nods at you. “All guys.”

You shake your head with a laugh. “This isn’t my first date, Jake.”

“Just work under the assumption that all guys are dicks, alright?” he says. “That way, when he turns out to be a dick, you won’t be shocked.”

You set down the jar of jam you’re holding and let out a sigh. Since the incident with couch girl, Jake has gone out with three different women, which, to be fair, is normal for him. Still, you’re just about done pining over your brother’s best friend, whose signals you’ve clearly misread. If guys are dicks, then Jake Seresin is exhibit A. “He’s actually super sweet,” you say, taking your toast out of the toaster.

“Don’t be fooled,” Jake mutters.

Bradley grimaces as he looks up at you. “He’s not wrong.”

“I have dated plenty of nice guys,” you say. “Just because the two of you are assholes to women, doesn’t mean all men are.”

Bradley claps a hand to his chest. “Me?” he cries in disbelief.

Jake puckers his lips and gives you a sheepish grin without disputing your claim.

“I’m not going into this with your negative energy,” you say, waving your arms at the two of them. “Because maybe he’s nothing like you.”

“One could hope.” Jake shrugs.

Bradley eyes him dubiously. “Just be careful,” he repeats.

“Don’t worry, it’s just dinner and a movie,” you say, bringing your breakfast to the table.

“What movie are you going to go see?” Jake asks.

“I don’t know,” you reply. “We’re going back to his place so probably something on Netflix.”

Jake sets down his fork and knife and stares at you. “You’re going where?”

You ignore Jake’s outburst and take a bite out of your toast. “I’ll be home late,” you say, mostly to Bradley. “So, don’t wait up.”

Jake stares at you. “You can’t just go to some random dude’s home,” he says.

You cock your head at him inquisitively. “Interesting advice coming from someone who brings home random girls almost daily.”

Jake presses his lips together and exhales moodily. “That’s different.”

Bradley smirks, eyeing him expectantly.

“How?” you ask.

Jake rises from his seat and lifts his coffee cup. “Do whatever you want,” he says. “Bradshaw, let’s go, we’re gonna be late.”

Bradley gives you a resigned sort of look and shoves one last piece of toast into his mouth. “I’m driving,” he says with his mouth full.

“You better not be blocking me in!” you yell at their backs as they head for the front door.

…

That night, your date drops you off at the end of your driveway, leaning in for a kiss before you exit his car. You give him a quick peck and a tight smile before stepping out of the vehicle, knowing that, despite the evening having been pleasant enough, you’re probably not going to pursue the relationship further.

He asks about seeing you later in the week and you peek back through his car window and respond with a polite maybe because perhaps the guy deserves another chance. You walk up to the porch as he drives away, and then try the door before searching for your keys in the dark.

The door is unlocked, so you walk in, flicking on the light, and the first thing you see is Jake as he steps away from the window facing the driveway and places his hands on his hips.

“He didn’t want to walk you to the door?” he asks sternly.

You grimace at him. “Why are you here?”

“Bradley had to stay late tonight so I came to make sure you got home alright.”

You blink at him coolly. “And that involves spying on me?”

“If I were spying on you, you wouldn’t know about it,” Jake retorts, starting for the kitchen. “You hungry?”

“I just came from dinner,” you remind him, taking off your heels.

You follow him into the kitchen, dropping your purse on the floor as you go. You’re suddenly feeling extremely tired. Jake opens the refrigerator and starts taking out ingredients for a meal while you walk past him and land on the couch in the living room. Jake cranes his neck to look at you over the island. “I’m making spaghetti,” he calls.

“Knock yourself out,” you reply, closing your eyes.

You hear Jake step around the island and enter the living room, and then you feel the depression of the couch as he plants himself down by your feet. You open your eyes again. “Yes?” you say.

Jake watches you blankly for a second before finally blurting out, “How’d it go?”

You furrow your eyebrows, still confused by his interest in your dating life. You pull your knees up so that your feet don’t keep sliding into him and pretend like you aren’t at all intrigued by his question. “Fine,” you respond nonchalantly.

Jake nods although he doesn’t look entirely satisfied with your answer. “Still think he’s nice?”

You eye him wryly. “Very.”

Jake raises his eyebrows. “Too nice?”

You make a face at him. “What’s too nice?”

Jake shrugs. “Boring.”

You give him a flat look. “This perspective explains so much,” you say, pointing at him reproachfully.

Jake laughs. “Girls don’t like nice guys.”

“I like nice guys!” you exclaim, sitting up with renewed energy.

Jake eyes you skeptically. “Sure, you do.” His gaze sweeps over your face in a slightly provocative manner and you get the sense again that he might be into you. And this possibility sends a rush through your body that makes your head spin. However, you remind yourself that, if this were, in fact, the case, Jake wouldn’t be going out and sleeping with a new woman every other night, because that would be counterintuitive. Besides, you are getting over him, anyway. You are well on your way to recovery.

You shake your head at him and lean your back into the armrest of the couch.

“You dressed up for him,” he notes, meeting your gaze as you glance up at him.

“Would you rather I undressed for him?” you ask pointedly.

Jake blinks at you uncomfortably. He looks like he might be sick. “Don’t joke about that,” he says, rubbing his forehead anxiously.

“You started it.”

“I just meant ” – he sighs without looking at you – “I just meant, you look good.”

“Then just say that,” you retort. “Without being a dick about it.”

He turns to look at you with an apologetic sort of cringe contorting his features. “Guess I’m not a ‘nice’ guy,” he mutters, complete with air quotes.

You stare at him, wondering if he’s hinting at something. You kick him in the leg with your foot. “Don’t be weird.”

He chuckles. “Come on,” he says, rising from the couch. “Let’s eat.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“But I want company,” he says with a slight whine, bending forward to grab your wrists and pull you up off the couch.

You let him lift you to your feet, your body crashing briefly into his while you find your balance. Jake releases you instantly and takes a step back, holding his hands up as though he doesn’t want to be held responsible for initiating the contact.

“Sorry,” he mutters quickly.

You give him a look. “I said, don't be weird, Jake.”

…

Three weeks later, you’re sitting with Jake on a patio, waiting for Bradley to bring the three of you drinks from the bar.

“Can I ask you a question?” you say tentatively, making sure that Bradley is still inside the pub.

“Shoot,” Jake responds, downing the last of his beer.

“It’s about my boyfriend,” you say.

Jake cringes. “He’s your boyfriend now?”

You shrug. “I mean, I guess. We haven’t really formally established our relationship status.”

Jake nods. “And you want out?”

“What? No!”

“What’s the question, then?” Jake raises his eyebrows.

“It’s about the sex,” you say, stirring your drink with your straw to avoid looking at him.

“The what?” Jake exclaims, reaching for his empty glass of beer and bringing it to his mouth before realizing there is nothing left.

You clear your throat and glance up at him, slightly mortified. “It’s… it’s good, it’s just” –

“Woah, woah, woah!” he shouts, leaping up from his seat as though your words have burned him. “I don’t want to hear about that!”

You give him a flat look. “Jake, I literally found you naked on my couch last month. The least you could do is give me some guidance.”

Jake squirms. “I’m not – I can’t,” he stammers. “I don’t think I can listen to this.”

“Why not?!”

Jake lets out a dramatic moan. “Why don’t you ask your brother?”

“For advice on my sex life?” you hiss.

“Don’t you have friends?” Jake asks, dropping back into his seat.

“I need a guy’s opinion.”

Jake lets out an irritable sigh and gives his head a slight shake to indicate that he’s still not on board with this turn of events. “Don’t you have guy friends?”

You nod. “I do. And you’re one of them. Are you not?”

Jake stares at you defeatedly. “How detailed is this going to get?”

You glance over your shoulder to check on the crowd of people waiting for drinks at the bar, looking for your brother. You spot him nowhere near the counter, chatting up a stunning brunette, and resolve that you have at least fifteen minutes alone with Jake. You turn back to him and say, “That depends on how helpful you want to be.”

Jake whimpers. “I have no alcohol left.”

You roll your eyes. “Have mine,” you say, sliding your cocktail across the bistro table.

Jake takes the glass from you, his hand wrapping momentarily around yours before you let go. “Okay,” he says, taking a big gulp. “I’m ready.”

“Okay,” you say with a hesitant sigh. “So, the thing is, he really wants to try” –

“Nope, no, nuh-uh,” Jake says, shaking his head. “I don’t want to know.” He buries his face in his hands.

“Dude, I need your help!”

“You want my advice? Here it is,” he says, leaning into the table so suddenly that you jerk backward just to prevent a collision between your two faces. “Doesn’t matter what he wants to try if you’re not comfortable with it.”

“But it’s” –

Jake holds up a hand. “I don’t care what it is. If you’re sittin’ here talkin’ to me about it, it means you don’t want to do it.”

You stare at him, wondering when Jake Seresin had the opportunity to amass such profound wisdom. You furrow your eyebrows. “Even if it’s, like, supposedly a normal thing people do?”

Jake hooks his eyebrow; you’ve piqued his interest. “That’s what he told you?”

You nod slowly.

Jake lets out a long, heavy breath through his nose, his lips pressed tightly together as his jaw clenches. He studies your face with a look of concern. “You tell that asshole that the next time he pressures you into doing anything, he’s going to have to deal with me.” Jake takes another swig of your cocktail and then adds, “And your brother, of course.”

You grimace. “He’s not pressuring me. It just… was brought to my attention that there is a particular thing that we could be doing – that many people do – that we’re not currently doing – that… ugh, it would be so much easier if you just let me tell you what the thing is!”

Jake places a hand on your knee. “If you tell me what the thing is, I might hurl.” You groan in frustration while Jake pats your leg sympathetically. He shakes his head. “I knew this guy was gonna be a dick.”

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What's Eight Plus Seven?

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Alright y'all. We had the hurt, let's get some comfort started.

-

Steve leans against his door, expecting Eddie to follow him upstairs to continue their argument because Eddie's never been one to back down from an argument as far as Steve can tell, so he's using his weight to keep the door shut. It takes about five minutes of just leaning against the door before he hears a few light knocks on the door. He pretends he didn't hear them and soon starts to hear Eddie monologue-ing on the other side. He thinks he hears a 'sorry' and an 'I fucked up' but he doesn't really tune in until Eddie says something about cancelling Hellfire.

Spinning quickly, he yanks the door open and says, "You better not fucking cancel!"

"What? Don't you, like, want me out of your house?" Eddie looks startled and sounds confused.

"What I want is for the kids to get to play Dungeons and Dorks for an afternoon, just getting to be kids and fight against monsters that can't actually kill them," Steve says as he goes to put his hands on his hips (a move that Robin calls his Bitch Stance) but realizes he can't while still holding a book, so instead he folds his arms across his chest, cradling the book to his body.

He waits for Eddie to call him out for saying dorks instead of dragons, but Eddie just blinks at him, quiet for a moment before he says, "Oh. Uh, okay then. I'll just, uhh, I'll be back closer to noon, then. For the game."

"Don't you have prep to do?" Steve knows he's trying to pick a fight now but he's angry, and sad, and hurt underneath it all. Also, he doesn't understand the change in Eddie suddenly. Ten-ish minutes ago Eddie had shouted back I wasn’t exactly wrong, was I? You were a jock, a bully even! Where is that anger now?

"No. Not, uh, not really," Eddie says, avoiding meeting Steve's gaze, face turning a very light pink. "I was- I mean, yes, there was prep, but I did a majority of that already and what's left will take maybe three minutes so..."

Steve's confused now, still trying to cling to his anger. "But you called and asked if it was okay to come early specifically for that reason."

Eddie doesn't respond right away. He turns around to walk to the wall opposite Steve's door and thump his forehead against it. Steve is perplexed by the behavior (but he's been perplexed by Eddie since finding him at Reefer Rick's) so he just watches in silence as Eddie heaves a sigh and turns around to slump against the wall, facing Steve once again. He runs a hand through his hair, then drags that hand back forward and down his face. "Yeah. I did do that."

"So, what, you lied? Why?"

"I just wanted to hang out," Eddie whispers, like it almost hurts him to say out loud, which is such a weird thing to hear because it makes Eddie seem small in a way Steve's never seen him. Even during spring break Eddie was never small or quiet; his fear manifested as shouting, for fuck's sake. It chips away at the last of Steve's anger. He's long past the days of kicking someone when they're down.

"You... wanted to hang out," Steve repeats before heaving a sigh of his own, long-suffering man that he is. Maybe it is time to bury the hatchet and actual deal with this. If nothing else, it'll result in Steve being less defensive around Eddie when everyone hangs out, like for movie night or BBQs. Also, he knows that Dustin will never let him know another day of peace once he learns that Eddie and Steve don't get along as well as he wants them to so he says, "Listen, I think we've got some shit to hash out, or whatever, so that should probably be done or, like, things are going to be weird when we all hang out, but I can't do that right now, man. So, stay or go, just make that game happen at noon. I'm going to stay up here."

Eddie nods, weirdly sullen and quiet again, as he says, "Yeah. Umm, maybe after the game? If you're feeling up to it."

"Sure. After."

Eddie raps his knuckles against the wall behind him twice before pushing off and heading back towards the stairs. He pauses to look over his shoulder and say, "If you wanna watch, or listen in, or something, I don't think anyone will mind." And then he's heading down the stairs.

Retreating back to his room, Steve tosses the book onto his bed before flopping face first next to it. He groans into his comforter before reaching for the book. He props himself up on his elbows and stares down at the cover before opening it to see Christopher's handwriting on the inside cover.

It's been years since he thought about Christopher and even longer since he's laid eyes on the books. He was so sure his mom had just gotten rid of them. All this time, they'd been right where he left them, shoved just far enough back to be out of sight on the shelf. His last link to Christopher.

That's not true, Steve scolds himself. His cousins, Amber and Robert, are still alive and in Washington. His grandparents still live on that farm in Michigan. Steve just hasn't seen them since the funeral.

He hadn't gone back to the farm the summer after freshman year, or any year since. His parents thought he was old enough to stay home for a whole month in the summer alone now, instead of paying to ship him off to his grandparents. Steve's old enough now to know that was why he'd spent a month every year out on the farm; so his parents could go off on longer work trips. Once they'd decided Steve was old enough to stay alone for the summer, that quickly reached other seasons and by the time Steve was a junior, the were gone more than they were home.

He doesn't even remember when he last spoke to them in person. He thinks the last phone call was right after Starcourt. It was just to make sure Steve got to job hunting, since his place of employment had burned down and the bills wouldn't pay themselves. Which is true. He doesn't have to pay rent, but all the utilities are in his name now.

Jesus, he doesn't want to be thinking about them.

He goes back to the book, flipping through the pages absently. Halfway through the book he finds a couple folded pieces of paper tucked close to the spine. He doesn't have to open them to know exactly what they are.

It's the character sheets he'd made.

He closes the book back atop them and rolls over to face his ceiling. He wants to call Robin, but the phones are downstairs and he doesn't want to go down there just yet. He also kinda wants to cry. To get rid of all these emotions about Christopher, and Freshman First Day, and Eddie.

Fucking Eddie. Who haunts Steve's thoughts more than he'd like because despite the grudge Steve has been holding, Eddie has been fun to be around and so good with the kids, especially Dustin. Fuck, after having watched Dustin break down when they thought he was dead- but he'd had a pulse. It was weak but it was there.

After Eddie'd been cleared of the charges and the months rolled on into summer, they'd spent lots of time together as a group. Steve will admit he tried to avoid Eddie as best he could (he knows he's petty, okay) but could still see how he blended smoothly into their group.

If this Eddie had been the one he met on Freshman First Day, instead of the dick that mocked him, they might very well be friends now.

That's the crux of it all, Steve thinks. That he wouldn't mind being friends with Eddie if not for that bottled up grudge he'd been holding onto. He can't bring himself to let it go and Steve's not even sure why. Thoughts and feelings aren't something Steve processes quickly, and it usually helps to talk it out with Robin. She lets him stumble through his thoughts, and doesn't mock him for messing up, or mixing up, words.

Goddammit, if he's really going to try talking this out with Eddie, he's going to have be open and honest and maybe a little vulnerable and he doesn't know if he can do that.

But he'll have to. For better or worse, he can't just keep Eddie at arms length. They need to either come to the conclusion that they can be friends, or not, and then go from there. (Also, he knows that Dustin will never let him know another day of peace once he learns that Eddie and Steve don't get along as well as he wants them to.)

In the end, Steve's not sure how long he just stares up at the ceiling but a sudden shout breaks him from his trance. It sounded like Dustin. Hellfire must have started.

Steve leaves his room to go lean against the half wall of the hallway, so he could look down to the dining table where everyone has gathered to play. No one notices him, so Steve sinks to the floor and turns, so he can lean against the wall, closes his eyes, and listens in.

The room below is filled with noise. Shouts of excitement, and groans of pain, and sighs of relief. Dustin yells at his dice when it rolls a Nat 1. Mike curses up a storm over a barely missed perception check that makes the party fall into a surprise round. He hears Lucas whoop happily and then what sounds like him taking several victory laps around the table.

He used to be an imaginative kid, able to easily conjure castle, and knights, and dragons in his mind's eye. Listening to Eddie describe a new location, or NPC, or monster makes it easy to bring that part of himself back. Eddie is descriptive and uses so many voices that Steve would be embarrassed to even attempt. But because Eddie is being descriptive, so is everyone else at the table. Erica has adopted an accent of some sort for her character. Dustin and Will go into great detail describing what they want their character to do. The older members of Hellfire do the same, and one of them is using an Irish accent that if he used while talking to Steve, he'd would think it was his first language.

Steve's not sure how long he sat there, long enough that they've taken a snack break and are back at it again, before he decides he might as well watch, too. He gets up and goes downstairs. There's a pause at the table when he wonders in and plops down on the couch. He makes eye contact with Eddie and offers a small half smile. Eddie grins back, and starts back into the game, pulling everyone's focus.

Watching is interesting. He gets to see the Party jab at each other, or lean over and whisper about something. It's nice, to see them being kids. Having fun.

They end around five and Steve is surprised at how quickly five hours had passed.

"So, Steve, how was watching your first DnD game?" Dustin asks, pausing on his way to the door to do so.

Steve considers teasing him, but he goes for honesty instead. "Pretty interesting. It might not be my last time observing. I gotta see you get killed sometime, right?"

"Rude, Steve. Rude," Dustin is grinning though.

"Tell your mom hi for me, and let me know when she's making pork chops again. I'd like to crash that dinner."

Dustin rolls his eyes and shakes his head but he hugs Steve before leaving. Between all the older Hellfire members, they all have rides home that aren't Steve or Eddie.

Speaking of the latter, he's slowly packing things away at the table. Clearly killing time so it won't look like he's intentionally staying after everyone's gone.

Soon, the house is empty again.

"So, I'm not sure... how to start this conversation," Eddie admits to the silence. He's still at the table, standing behind where he was previously sitting, fiddling with a die. "But, I'm sorry. For that day. You were right, you know? When you said I was lashing out at you first."

"Thanks. For the apology," Steve stands from the couch and moves to the table, toying with the tablecloth instead of looking at Eddie. "I, uhh, I'm not sure where to go from here, either? I spent such a long time angry at you. For pointing out all the things I'm bad at in front of everyone there. For making me feel like an idiot."

"I know. I'm sorry."

Now Steve looks up at Eddie. "You say that, but like, why? Are you sorry because what you did was shitty, or because you want to be my friend now?"

Eddie blinks, apparently thrown by Steve's question.

"Because, like, you were pretty dismissive of Lucas before Spring Break and he helped save your life. So, it's like, are you okay with being shitty if the people you hurt aren't people you like? 'Cause I used to be that way, and I'm not going to be friends with someone who is."

"Yeah, no, you're right," Eddie nods. "For all that I scream about conformity, and how stupid it is, I've been rather quick to dismiss everyone outside my own... group. I held rather close to that nerds verses jocks crap for too long. Lucas is a jock, but he's also a nerd, and so very loyal to his friends. And you- you're really fucking awesome."

"I am," Steve interrupts with a cheeky grin.

"Ass. But yeah, you're pretty awesome, and I've been feeling all fucked up today because, we could have been friends, couldn't we? In high school. If I'd just let you take the damn flier and kept my mouth shut."

"Hey, that's not all on you," Steve says. "I would have still joined the basketball team, and the swim team. And, like, I was so desperate for any shred of attention from my parents that I would never have picked Hellfire over sports meetups. I could have joined and still ended up a bully by sophomore year."

"Well, I didn't help-"

"I made those choices, Eddie. And it doesn't matter because it's in the past. So, like, we can just move forward. Start over, or whatever."

Eddie looks him up and down before giving one sharp nod, then breaking out into a wide grin, sticking his hand out for a handshake. "Hi. Name's Eddie Munson."

Steve laughs, reaching out to shake Eddie's hand. "Steve Harrington."

"Great, pleasure to meet you. Do you wanna hang out? We can play 20 questions. Get to know each other."

"Sure," Steve chuckles, extracting his hand from Eddie's. "Let me order some pizza first."

First time hanging out with Eddie alone. Guess they'll find out if they can be friends after all.

[longlivedelusion]

If We We're Everything

Dorian x Orym

@apollosukelele @fairymonk as promised, the morning after the snuggles 🤍 hope you enjoy!

A/N: literally wrote this 20 minutes before the next episode started airing. Barely proofread, but wanted this to get out now now. Hope y'all like my take on this ✨

Warnings: spoilers up till C3 ep111, mentions of world ending stuff and general themes around that (it's C3 c'mon lol)

When Dorian woke up, he expected to be alone. Or maybe, he didn't really know what he expected.

Was the night before a dream? Did he imagine Orym's confession, the soft warmth of his skin pressed against his? The lull of a breath as soothing any lullaby? The smell of Orym, Orym, Orym-

The warmth was still there. The feeling of a body curled against his chest, soft waves threaded through his fingers. He opened his eyes slowly to see the halfling below him, chest rising and falling still in a deep sleep. How rare for him to catch his friend still asleep before him.

His friend. 

Could he just call him that now? What were they? Friends, lovers, partners? He's getting too ahead of himself. As much as he wanted something, everything with Orym, he didn't know what today would bring or what the other even wanted from this. Sure, Orym said he had liked Dorian for a long time, but that doesn't mean he wanted to jump into a relationship persay with him, he-

"I can feel you thinking," Orym said, voice still groggy from sleep.

"I'm sorry, just go back to sleep." He said as he softly began petting Orym's hair back.

"S'okay. Slept longer than usual anyways." Orym nuzzled into the touch before looking up at him with a soft smile. "Hi."

"Hi." Dorian felt his face flush slightly at the eye contact, his insides practically melting at the soft green eyes that peered up at him.

They stayed like that a moment, just looking at each other. The fondness in Orym's gaze making it hard for Dorian to think let alone speak.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Orym said, lulling the silence away.

It took Dorian a moment to think of something coherent to say, and he eventually managed out. "Everything, nothing. Us, the world. Today. You."

Dorian watched as the halfling's face changed into a knowing look, threading his fingers through Dorian's and giving them a gentle squeeze. "It's a lot isn't it?"

"It is," Dorian sighed out. "But this is enough. If all of it goes to hell today, then this will have been enough." The partial truth fell from his lips with ease. 

He felt Orym still beneath him, his tense body drawing Dorian's gaze back down. 

"Orym?" Dorian said, the worry seeping into him. Did he say the wrong thing? Did he-

The softest whisper left Orym's lips, otherwise lost if not for the close distance between them. 

"It's not enough." 

"What do you mean?" Dorian's heart sped up.

Orym's gaze flicked up to his, a slight sadness but determination in his eyes that was not there before. He shifted his body up, their heads now side by side in the pillow. 

"It's not enough." He said more clearly now, eyes fixed on his. "I want more time with you. To take you out on dates, to hold your hand. To show you how I feel without having to rush this."

Dorian's chest tightened, his stomach fluttering.

"I want-" Orym said, his voice near begging as he reaches up to cup Dorian's face, "to kiss you, somewhere beautiful. Somewhere you deserve. Not because the world might end and I might never get the chance to if I don't."

"Orym-" he felt his breath catch, eyes flickering down to the halfling's lips. How could his breath catch? "This is perfect, you're perfect. Just like this."

"You deserve the best, Dorian."

"You already are that," he said, holding Orym's hand to his face. "This, this is so much more than I ever could have imagined. Your touch alone makes my brain shatter and come together again in moments. This is nothing I've never experienced in my life, and best of all, I get to experience this with you. That's all I care about."

Orym's gaze held true to Dorian's, never wavering. "I still can't believe you feel the same way."

"I do," he said quickly, perhaps a bit too quickly as he realized with a flush. "I do. Feel very much the same." 

Dorian's gaze lowered to the halfling's lips and then up before he spoke again. "I'd really like to kiss you now, if that's alright."

Orym chuckled, the lines by his eyes crinkling slightly as he moved closer, but not quite where he wanted him. "That's more than alright."

Dorian's hand moved to Orym's jaw, fingers threading to the back of his head. His heart felt like a mess of nerves as he leaned forward. Never had he had anyone like this, someone he cared so deeply for, who made his skin feel feel alight, who made him feel this desire, this passion, this.

This.

His lips slowly pressed onto Orym's, a sigh escaping his love's lips as he kissed back. 

Dorian's thoughts left his mind. There was nothing but Orym in that moment, Orym's lips against his, the way they moved so slowly against his own, so patiently. He felt his heart beating so fast he swore the others could hear it from the other rooms if they tried. He tasted sweetness and possibility on Orym's lips, of trust and home, and it was so so perfectly Orym. So perfectly everything.

They did not break the spell for some time that morning, not even as life began to breathe into the others, as the smell of breakfast crept under the door. Only as they were forced apart by the sound of knocking from an apologetic Laudna did they break, and they laid their foreheads against one another for support as they caught themselves. Brought themselves back. 

They would make it through this day, if not for more of this. More of everything.

[transmascaraa]

bf!lyney headcannons!

your bf wanted to hug you while you slept, but you unconsciously said something which made him overthink for the rest of the night...

bf!lyney x gn!/m!reader

author's note: HEYYY I'M ALIVE. anyways thanks for so many likes/notes i really appreciate it. i didn't upload anything for the last 7 days or smthn cuz i had no motivation ☹️ BUT NOW I REALLY WANNA WRITE THIS. it's like reverse comfort

"did i do something wrong?..."

-you two regularly sleep in eachother's arms but tonight y'all were just twisting and turning throughout the entire night

-and that was the only reason that you two weren't making any physical contact

-also a reason you had an uneasy dream about some random people(your parents actually lmao) and you finally snapped at them in your dream

-lyney woke up at like 2am realizing he isn't holding you close to him

-he tried to hug you again but you flinched in your sleep and mumbled a "leave me alone" loud enough for him to understand what you said

-he put his hands back where they were and looked at you with a worried expression on his face

-you looked like you... perhaps... hated him?

-no, it can't be.

-you love him, right?

-right?

-he turned to his back just to look at the ceiling and overthink about those 3 words you said.

-not to mention, in your sleep.

-but he was an overthinker.

-what did he do wrong?

-did he upset you?

-do you hate him?

-he was so worried that he stayed awake for the rest of the night.

-looking at the ceiling, and occasionally looking out the window of the room that you guys shared.

-finally, around 8am(idk when other ppl wake up, i wake up at 7/8am) you woke up.

-stretching out as a faint smile rested on your lips.

-"good morning, lyney..." you smiled as you hugged him

-he was a little worried.

-"good morning, m-mon amour..." his voice sounded... almost scared.

-"what's wrong? did something happen? you look like you haven't slept..." you put your hand on his cheek, caressing it gently

-"h-huh? n-no, i-i'm totally fine! see?" he "smiled" as he kissed your cheek

-"no you're not. i thought we were being honest with eachother, lyn..."

-there it is.

-a "negative" reply.

-it wasn't a nightmare.

-he DID mess something up.

-"n-no! w-wait, i-i'm sorry... for whatever i did, i'm sorry... i'm so sorry, mon cœur, please, forgive me... i didn't mean to hurt you..." he buried his head in your chest, his voice sounding like it was holding back tears, clenching onto you tight as if you might just slip away.

-"what?" you said confused.

-"h-huh?..." he muttered.

-"you didn't do anything, why so apologetic all of a sudden? did you have a nightmare?"

-"n-no... i-i just... l-last night... i wanted to hug you b-but..." he started tearing up, but trying to hide it.

-"but what, lyn? don't hide your feelings from me... y'know i hate it..." you held his chin up and kissed his nose.

-"r-right... b-but then... y-you told me to l-leave you alone... i-i'm sorry..." he started crying and buried his head into your neck, holding you even closer.

-"oh... poor lyney... i was just having a nightmare, nothing to do with you... i'm fine now, you did nothing wrong, don't worry..."

-as he calmed down, he looked into your eyes sincerely.

-"you'll tell me if i upset you with anything i do, right?..." he asked, wiping his tears.

-"right, lyney. i wouldn't hide anything from you."

-"i wouldn't either."

~~~~~

finally writing again after a while

not too bad🥱

i love reverse comfort sm i swear ajcbsbshds

edit: WHY SO MANY LIKES OMG I LOVE YOU ALL SM GUYS THANK YOU ALL<333

[marietheran]

Panem Dashboard Simulator

(mostly Capitol + a few rebels tbh because who in the Districts has free internet access?)

👠 fashio-capitol-nista follow

I can't believe I just saw Perpetua in a yellow(!!!) maxi(!!!) dress. With feathers(!!!)

Honestly, we should just banish people to the districts for three absolute violations in one article of clothing. And - a maxi dress! No one's been wearing them since spring at least!

(Do you think she was trying to achieve something? So many things wrong could only have been purposeful...)

💎shimerring-gem1 follow

who's even named perpetua?????? is that a name?????

I do'nt think anyone was ever named that lolllll

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They're all such idiots tbh, her mother's hair is going gray and the woman's doing nothing about it. She probably thought it - xddd - pretty - to call her daughter rhat! Once I heard Pep explain to someone that it means "forever" or something, who even cares, but she's like that.

I mean - yellow! In Spring 2312!

💮 trying-to-be-a-voice-of-reason-here follow

Maybe she just doesn't care about every single fashion change?

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Here's someone to block y'all!

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🧜merbitch follow

Now with the games approaching, we're probably going to see an uptick in those rebel idiots complaining about imagined ethics ugh

🤍leiiii follow

You cannot force children to fight to the death and complain that people say it's evil

🧜merbitch follow

would you prefer millions of children die in literal wars??? you people pretend you're so high and righteous but you only care for that single 24 and no one else, because it suits your propaganda purposes!

🍭 quintiasquee follow

besides those kids get to experience the luxuries of the capitol so on the whole they're actually better off for it haven't you seen the transmissions of the reapings?? they fight for the chance to compete!

#I mean I know people *here* who would gladly take part if they could #it's a honor for them but ofc you don't *really* care

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👾storiee follow

omx I hate the commercialisation of the games though

#it's sick that whether someone lives or dies is decided by how well they present on camera #it's a death game for goodness sake what can you not understand #saltierthanpretzels

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Didd you just see the district 12 tributes!!!!????

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omx, YES!

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I did not have "the D12 tributes actually have good costumes" on my bingo for this year!!!!

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Peeta needs to win this I wanna marry him

#if only I had more money I would totally sponsor him #but I'm saving for a Dom Meren tote bag ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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do you wanna hold my hand as we ride a flaming chariot into glorious battle?

#i would die.... #ahhhh to be her...

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Peeta is in love with Katniss???!!!!!!!

WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT

👑totallyqn follow

You broke my heart just now 💔💔💔💔

#I am totally cheering for that bitch to die in the cornucopia #and tbh I don't care about Peeta either anymore #*chants* Marvel Marvel Marvel

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🪺bluet follow

You know what, after Rue's death I don't know if I want to watch anymore... I feel sick. Idk but after I saw her... and the flowers... and then the shop windows with children's clothes and roses. It feels as if she was just like all the children here.

Edit: please stop sending me anon hate

Edit: death threats, really?

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Did they just change the rules of the freaking GAMES

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I'm telling you this will be the end of our country.

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and good riddance to it!

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can you report for sedition on tumblr

#i need to know #we've digital ids that the gov knows right

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[twsted-kinks]

👀 Was That a Kiss? (Malleus x Reader)

Fluff and angst with a happy ending, reader is Yuu (gender neutral), reader is fat but it's only one of their insecurities, also reader is very hairy and lgbt+ because I'm projecting

Content Warning: misunderstandings, Yuu being confident but then boom insecurity, nonconsensual kiss but everyone participating likes it, self blame and hate (Yuu), Yuu freaking out about upsetting Malleus, Malleus kisses with his eyes open

"You know, Malleus likes you, right?" Lilia's face suddenly appears, floating in front of the human.

Yuu stops walking and stares at Lilia for a beat before replying. "Uh, first of all good morning. Secondly, what?"

Lilia chuckles before shifting upright. "Malleus Draconia, heir to the throne of Briar Valley, one of the most powerful mages in all of Twisted Wonderland, likes you."

Yuu blinks. "He... likes me?"

"Very much, and it's very obvious."

"Oh."

Lilia laughs. "Now run along, we don't want our dear prefect to be late for class, do we?"

"Ah- right!" Yuu looks to their watch then starts speed walking down the hallway. "Thank you!"

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Malleus likes them. Malleus likes them. This replays in Yuu's mind again and again as Yuu tries to make sense of it. Look at them, on their best days they're lucky to be mediocre. They're fat but in all the wrong places and covered in hair from head to toe. But, Yuu tries to remember that they may not find themselves attractive, but that doesn't mean others don't. And this is a different world! Standards have to be at least a little bit different here. Plus, Yuu has lots of good qualities outside of looks! At least, they think they're good qualities. And Malleus visits them at night regularly, so he must enjoy their company at least somewhat. He has to. So, yeah, is it highly improbable for Malleus to like them? Absolutely! But that doesn't mean impossible. Yuu looks down at the book they're supposed to be paying attention to during the lecture, but the only thing that catches their eye is a photo of the ruins of an old building with a statue that looks like a gargoyle.

Yuu walks into the cafeteria with Grim tailing behind them. Usually, they'd sit with Ace and Deuce, but apparently they did something stupid again and Riddle had them doing some kind of chore as punishment. Yuu looks over the dining hall, plate in hand, until they spot a familiar quartet of Diasomnia students.

"Hey, can I sit with y'all today?" Yuu walks up and asks.

"Ah, child of man." Malleus gestures to the spot next to him. "It would be our pleasure for you to join us."

(Seating: Yuu, Malleus, Sebek on one side, and Grim, Lilia, and Silver on the other)

The lunch seems fine with Lilia keeping Silver from falling asleep in his food and Yuu keeping Grim from stealing food from plates. Everything is fine, until Malleus offers a bite of his food, holding the fork up for Yuu. Yuu gladly takes a bite and offers some of their own. When Malleus goes to take a bite, Yuu pulls the fork away with a giggle. Malleus chuckles as well and leans down further. Yuu is going to go for it. Don't think. Do it. Yuu leans in and plants a kiss on Malleus's cheek, right on the corner of his lips.

They giggle as they pull away but then go silent as they hear a scream from the other side of Malleus. "YOU FOUL HUMAN!" Sebek stands. "HOW DARE YOU PLACE YOUR LIPS ON THE YOUNG MASTER!" Yuu looks with a raised eyebrow to Sebek then looks to Malleus. The dragon fae's eyes are blown wide as he stares off into nothing. He touches his cheek and shifts his gaze to Yuu. Shock? Confusion? Disgust? Yuu can't place the look on Malleus's face, but he doesn't look happy.

"Oh, I thought you- I- I'm sorry." Yuu's face drops as they scramble to their feet. "I'm so sorry."

Before anyone else can react, Yuu runs out of the cafeteria. They're so stupid. Yuu stepped over so many boundaries, but Lilia said Malleus likes them! How could... Yuu runs faster. They're so FUCKING STUPID! Lilia said "like" and nothing else. They're fae, not human. They have a completely different culture. Of course words have different connotations! Someone like Malleus would never like them like that. Malleus is so intelligent, so skilled, so beautiful. They never had a chance. And now they fucked everything up. Yuu was fine just being friends with Malleus. Yes, their heart would ache, but that's nothing new. And now they'll lose one of the closest friends because they were an idiot that actually thought he liked them.

Doors slam open as Yuu runs into the onslaught of rain. They stop on the cobblestone, tears falling alongside the rainfall. Thunder claps. Malleus will never want to see them again. They continue walking as they take their time to steady their breathing. Yuu left Grim in that mess. They're really a shit friend, aren't they? At least Grim will enjoy the remnants of their lunch, and the little furball is strong enough to carry their bag to the next class. Yuu looks to their watch. They got time to get back to Ramshackle, change into their only other uniform, grab an umbrella, and meet Grim at their next class. They just gotta keep it together.

"HUMAN! HALT!" Yuu turns around to see Sebek running up to them with an open umbrella, trying to shield the the human from the rain.

"Oh uh, thank you, but I'm already soaked." Yuu holds up their hand and pushes the umbrella to Sebek. "It'd be better used by you, and don't worry. I'm going to apologize to Malleus. Well, if he still even willing to see me."

"Wh- Yes, your actions were inappropriate- I mean- AGH! I am here to APOLOGIZE to YOU!" Sebek pushes the umbrella back to cover Yuu again.

Yuu sighs and keeps walking. "Why? You had every right to call me out. Just look-" They gesture to the thunderstorm. "I did something stupid and hurt Malleus. Now he's pissed and will never want to talk to me again, and he has every right to. I actually thought- When Lilia said Malleus liked me, I actually believed he meant romantically. How can I be so stupid."

"Many humans are stupid, but you are not." Sebek tries to explain. "The Young Master-"

"Has every right to hate me!" Yuu shouts as they enter the Ramshackle Dorm's yard. Their tears refuse to stop flowing. "I crossed a boundary and betrayed his trust. I kissed him without his consent because I was dumb enough to think he'd actually liked me. Out of all the people I know, I'm surprised you aren't beating me to a pulp. Did you see his face? The way looked at me? I'm used to surprising him, but that- I've never seen him look at me like that before. So go ahead and just hit me already. I deserve it."

Sebek gasps. "I WILL NOT HIT YOU! And the benevolent Young Master is not angry with you."

Yuu turns to face Sebek and gestures to the rain again. Thunder claps in the distance. "I'm just- I'm gonna go to my room and dry off. If Malleus is willing to see me still, I'll apologize tomorrow. I don't think I can actually talk to him right now without crying, and I shouldn't be the one crying. He must hate me now. I betrayed his trust. I hurt him."

"Is that what you think, Child of Man?"

Yuu spins around, seeing Malleus at Ramshackle's doorstep.

"Is that the reason you ran away?" Malleus asks.

"Mal- Fuck." Yuu tries to wipe the tears from their face. "I'm so sorry. I thought- I was dumb. I misunderstood what Lilia told me. I'm so sorry."

Malleus steps towards the human, and, with a flick of his wrist, the rain is blocked by an invisible force above them. "What did he tell you?"

"He..." Yuu hesitates and looks tonthe ground. "He said you liked me, but I thought- Where I'm from, that usually means romantically. I thought- I'm so stupid. Kissing someone without asking first is so wrong. I'm so sorry.

"Sebek."

Sebek's posture straightens. "Yes, Young Master?"

"Leave us." Malleus reaches his hand forward, placing the knuckle of his index finger under Yuu's chin. "I wish to speak with them alone."

"Yes, Young Master!" Sebek quickly rushes away.

"If you never want to see me, I completely understand."

"You think what you've done has made me hate you?" Malleus steps closer.

"I- If you don't then-" Yuu pauses. "If you're still willing to hang out with me, I will do whatever it takes to earn your trust back. But, if you don't, I'll... I'll leave you alone."

"You truly think you have wronged me, and I am afraid I cannot persuade you otherwise." Malleus rests his hand under Yuu's chin, tilting it up to look at him.

"What I did isn't okay." Yuu tries wiping the tears from their eyes.

"If wronged you, would you consider our circumstances even?"

"Wha- But you haven't wro-" Yuu freezes, eyes wide, as they feel soft lips against their own. Malleus's eyes stare into human's, waiting to see them react. Yuu closes their eyes, tears falling faster as they wrap their arms around Malleus's neck. In turn, Malleus deepens the kiss and wraps his arms around their waist. When Yuu pulls away to breathe, Malleus catches their lips again. It takes a while until finally they pull away from each other.

"Engaging in a kiss without permission. That is how you wronged me, correct?" Malleus hums.

"Y-yes."

"And now I have done the same for you." Malleus kisses them. "And now I've done it again. It seems you must wrong me again to make things fair between us."

Yuu chuckles, smiling as they wipe away their tears one more time. "You're such a dork."

"But now you are smiling."

"I- Yeah, I am." Yuu kisses Malleus again. "Thank you."

[eemcintyre]

All or Nothing at All (Tom Cruise)

TW- allusions to sex? Other than that, it's fluffy sweetness, a bit of angst, and then sweetness again.

Summary- Attending a friend's wedding compels Tom to ask you an important ~question~, and it invites a conversation about the direction of your relationship and your anxieties about it. Could be read as a prequel to "Something to Talk About" if desired??

I said I would do it, and I have finally delivered- I just had to muscle past the mire of depression and procrastination lol. I don't feel like this is my best, but hey maybe I'm wrong and hopefully y'all still enjoy it :)

It was long after sunset when the wooden front door of Tom’s Colorado home creaked open and he and Y/N stumbled over the threshold. Having just completed the short flight home from a friend’s wedding, they laughed and reminisced over the evening’s antics- the ceremony, the food, and the wedding party members who’d been caught hooking up.

“….But who do you think had the better speech?” Y/N hung her coat on the rack next to the door, placing her shoes, which she had removed long ago, on the floor underneath.

“Oh, definitely the best man,” Tom replied, tossing his house key onto the kitchen island, yawning and running his fingers through his hair, unkempt after the day of activity. “When he started dancing to his own rendition of ‘You’re My Best Friend’, I knew the competition was over.”

“He did make it pretty hard to beat,” Y/N laughed, following Tom into the kitchen. “But I think he was also already a couple of tequilas in.”

He slipped an arm around her shoulders, drawing her side against his chest. “I don’t know, you didn’t need any tequila to break it down pretty damn hard to the Spice Girls,” he smirked, quirking his eyebrows.

“And you loved every second of it,” she retorted, giving him a playful push as she stepped away to undo her upswept hair, which was half-falling down anyway. “But while we’re on the topic of the music- what kind of self-respecting wedding DJ doesn’t play ‘The Way You Look Tonight’?”

“Y’know, you’re right. I kept waiting for it and it never happened,” he marveled, disappearing into the living room as he shook his head.

“Tom?”

The notes of Frank Sinatra’s aforementioned tune began to lilt through the kitchen entryway, and Y/N wandered in that direction, leaning against the wooden support, smiling. Tom, who had been standing next to the stereo with an expectant grin when she arrived, approached her with an outstretched hand. They began to dance leisurely across the living room, the expanse of windows around them providing a backdrop of stars and silhouetted birch trees.

“I guess we’ll just have to get married so we can set things right. Play Sinatra’s whole discography,” Tom chuckled, holding Y/N’s hand against his chest.

“And then end the night with ‘Baby Got Back’,” she joked in return.

“Oh, absolutely.”

She joined Tom in the laughter until it seemed to go on for a bit too long, and she was struck with the notion he might not be entirely joking. The music seemed to recede into the background as the conversation continued.

“Y’know, this has all gotten me thinking… why don’t we get married?” He gazed at her intently as his voice took on an unmistakably sincere tone.

“What? Are you crazy?” she cackled, an intense blush climbing her face. He launched her into a spin as the music crescendoed.

“I love you. Why is that crazy?” he replied, once they returned to face each other.

“No, I mean, it’s not crazy.” With one hand she gripped his shoulder, and with the other, she stroked the side of his face. “Tom, I adore you and I’m really happy…”

“Then, what-”

“But you like everything to be new and exciting. You’ll eventually get bored of me.” Her laugh and an attempt at a forced smile faded, and she stared at the rug beneath their feet.

“Are you kidding?” Tom was incredulous as he gently gripped her chin, tilting her face upward again. “Or do you think maybe I need someone stable in my life that I can count on, who doesn’t spew all the fake bullshit that I have to deal with from everyone else?” Their dancing was now confined to only a small patch of the floor, where they were not so much dancing as just rocking back and forth. “Otherwise, the exciting stuff isn’t enjoyable. It just becomes constant chaos. And having all of this,” he gestured generally at the house, “It doesn’t mean anything to me anymore if I can’t share it with you. It’s just some lonely guy’s big, empty house.”

He finally paused as Y/N stared thoughtfully at him and he stared back, unsuccessful in determining whether her expression was affirmative or negative. As she appeared at a loss for words, he felt the continued need to fill the space.

“Sweetheart, you know I’m an all-or-nothing kinda guy…”

Finally, she managed to speak again. “You know I am too, and that’s what scares me. If I commit to you like that, I need it to be forever. I need to know that, when things get difficult, we’ll work through it and you won’t just leave like you’ve done before.”

As she referenced Tom’s past relationships, it stung, but he knew she was right. They had stopped dancing entirely by this point and simply stood in the middle of the living room with the stereo playing.

“I need to know that you’d always be in it one hundred percent, and not just when it’s easy and new and interesting and I don’t have any wrinkles.” She smiled ruefully, clutching his hands. “We’ve got such a good thing going. I don’t want to mess it up.”

“Darlin’, if you really love me like I love you- and I think you do- please don’t talk yourself out of this just because I know you don’t like change.” He cupped her cheeks in his hands. “I get that you’re worried, and honestly, I’d be a little concerned if you weren’t.” He shrugged, grimacing. “I’ve screwed up a lot, and I haven’t always been the best at decision-making. I know that. But there’s one choice I’ve never regretted, and that’s you.”

He paused, his grave expression softening, as his grin returned. “Think about what an adventure it would be! It’ll be great- we’ll watch movies and fall asleep on the couch, and we’ll cook pancakes together in our underwear and just, like, make love constantly. All over the world.” Y/N giggled as Tom rambled, and he could see her eyes gleaming in the dim light. “We’ll get wrinkled together and be one of those cute, wrinkly old couples. And we’ll work through anything bad that comes our way. You’re one of the toughest ladies I know, and I’m tired of running away from fights. That’s not who I wanna be. You’re the only one who calls me out on my own fake bullshit.”

“You’re pretty good at that yourself,” Y/N murmured with a guilty look, and Tom’s eyes crinkled knowingly.

“I know you’ve taken a lot of chances on me, but I haven’t let you down yet, have I?” Finally, one of her hands still in his, he got down on one knee. “So, please just take one more and, I promise, the trend will continue.”

Y/N beamed down at him, and he realized that the gleam in her eyes was from tears, a few of which had rolled down her cheeks. “Cruise, you state a compelling case.”

“Is that a yes?” he inquired, eyes widening.

“It’s a yes,” she nodded vigorously between kisses as he sprang back to his feet and pressed his lips to hers.

They threw their arms around each other and he swept her off her feet, spinning her around to the music that still played.

“And now, you know you’re stuck with me,” she chuckled, sniffing as he wiped the tears from her face.

“God, I hope so.”

[delopsia]

Hello and welcome to "Del wants to ramble about the Outer Range season 2 trailer." I hope you're ready for a whole lot of nothing...

The CGI continues to remind us that it is, in fact, CGI. What the hell is this?

Flash scene of Wayne burning his damn house down. I'd know that bald spot anywhere.

Y'all already heard me ramble about this, but there's something wrong with this dinner scene. Aside from us knowing that the family is not together, there's one major oddity in the background.

Rhett's truck is an entirely different color.

That's his lightbar with the iconic four lights. Still a single-cab GMC Sierra. But Rhett's truck is blue. Not tan.

Wilder, we see Rhett's truck a few scenes later! You can even see how the hood is bent from hitting the billboard.

We finally confirm that Amy is 8. Even though the writer said she was 9...😑Brian Watkins, I had faith in you being correct. If you squint, you'll notice that Rhett's right hand is wounded. I doubt this stems from the rodeo because he always uses his left hand to hang on to the bull. The only injury we saw was to his left shoulder.

I'm taking the guess that up until now, Rhett likely didn't know that Amy went missing during the rodeo. Which may cause him to realize that Cecelia never abandoned him; she was just looking for Amy.

In the official Season 2 press notes, the following is mentioned: "After Amy's disappearance, Rhett is torn between his dreams of starting over somewhere new with Maria and being a dutiful son to Royal and Cecelia." So, I can assume that this might be what sets that into motion?

Offhanded, but this is SUCH a good look on her

MY TOUCH THEORY IS DOING THINGS. Look at Autumn's hand. Royal's touching the back of it, and as soon as he pulls away, the cute cosmic lights stop.

I'm so happy to see this random side character make a return. I was so nervous that she was one of those characters that appear for two minutes and that's it.

...this is a wild way for Joy to get in touch with her roots. But unfortunately for her, talking about it will more than likely get her a one-way trip to a psychiatrist.

Clyde is alive and well; bless him.

I've said it once, and I'll say it again. How the hell did Billy survive being shot through the neck??

and also

WAYNE? All it took was Billy feeding him a little bit of time powder and he's back to his old menacing ways. Meanwhile Luke looks like he lost part of his soul when that herd of buffalo ran him over.

Luke, what does this gesture mean. Strangle? Punch? My jaw hurts? And I assume this is Autumn we're seeing on the corner? Patricia maybe? I dunno.

Edit: I'm 99% sure that's Patricia.

PERRY YOU DAMN IDIOT. HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING FROM YOUR LAST BAR FIGHT?? I don't know who this other dude is but I hope he gets Perry square in the mouth <3 please I need to see Perry get his ass handed to him

This gives me so many thoughts. Rhett's shorter hair. He's a hand holder, your honor! Sentence him to a lifetime of snuggles and interlaced fingers!

So we know that for sure, Joy will somehow return to the present timeline. I don't know who could be driving this vehicle, but it looks a lot like the one that was sitting in the Tillerson's driveway in S1. We know Billy drives the older red vehicle, so this can either belong to Luke or Trevor.

Hear me out, hear me out. We can assume that the blonde woman is Autumn, considering the whole...cult thing. We've seen a handful of scenes of her with Luke in this trailer, so what if that's him holding her hand? That hat silhouette looks an awful lot like the one we saw in S1.

Alternatively, It can also be Rebecca and Perry, but I have no evidence to back this other than the blonde hair.

*in my best patrick star voice* WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?

I cannot be convinced that this is a real scene. It's gotta be some kind of dream that Royal is having, especially when you take note of the little white things floating around. It gives a sort of dreamy effect.

THIS IS SHERRIF JOY! Not only is the outfit the same in the following scene (not the one of her running lmao, that's just to show you what the gun looks like), but you can see the gun on her hip.

The hand on Rhett's throat is smaller than his is. Look how thick his fingers are compared to the mystery ones. I'm betting my left foot that this is a female character doing this to him. Autumn and Rebecca are on my list of suspects.

But also, what the hell is he looking at? Never once is he looking at the person doing this to him; he's looking at something behind the camera. Baby, what did they do to you this season?? 😭

I hit my picture limit, but Wayne (I think) diving into the hole made me giggle. He picked such an iconic pose.

Someone says quote "Time reveals all." But I don't think we've heard this voice before?? Who the hell is speaking?

This final shot is insane. Don't know who is coming out, presumably Perry or Wayne, but you could ABSOLUTELY spin Outer Range as a horror if you really wanted to. The elements are all there; they just need a little reworking!

[darth-rainbow]

I really don't understand how anyone could validate Oleander's way of teaching MC. Disrespect, demeaning and constantly throwing barbed insults are not in fact good tools of education. I do not care that MC knows nothing of the world they're in or of the depth of danger it holds. It was the same in book 1 and they survived. This is just a pedantic douche who behaves exactly like any other Fey would and uses the guise of 'it's for your education' to make them seem like a better person than they are. Enslaving someone is never and will never be the solution to anything. Especially not to get a point across that MC has already experienced first hand. Hello Radiance's betrayal? Hello almost getting killed by Beast Kieran? Let's not pretend MC's an ingenue (it's on the writers for making behave like one if she does). They chose to trust Oleander because Kieran told them they could. MC has a good heart and people keep making them feel like it's wrong and has no place even though it's literally the only reason the Moon Court still exists?

Back on Oleander, it's like y'all will take any representation and eat it up. MC has every right to be angry and feel disrespected by this stranger who keeps being straight up awful to them in the name of a cause they don't even really understand and no one will explain without mocking or making them feel entirely stupid for not knowing. Imagine teaching a child about the world like that. Oh? You don't already know everything? Oh you think that...let me stop you right there, you're not allowed to think on your own except if it's exactly the way we all already do. Oh you want to be yourself? Dumb mistake right there, let me constantly demean you as a way to teach you to be like one of us. You're perhaps a decent baby, but amongst adults you won't be able to pretend well enough to survive. Do you realize how insane that sounds?

You know what, this is exactly the type of thinking and way of doing things that fosters exactly the state of the fey courts today. I'm starting to think this Jack with the blade might have a point. Courts must be destroyed along with their antiquated, classists views where slavery is still a thing because humans aren't considered people, rather toys to play with.

Don't even come for me with the 'they're just brutally honest', that's the justification any asshole uses to be mean. As if the discourse being in any way purposeful in the mind of the person who says it dismisses any and all damage it can do. Intent doesn't disregard impact.

I am in no way saying people are not allowed to like a character that is mean. I'm just saying embrace the nefariousness instead of trying to justify it and pretend it's a good thing. Sometimes 'they're hot' is all you need to like a character. Look at the good it did for Nate Archibald.

[bitchfitch]

The town called Starfall looked exactly like every other Tago had passed through since escaping and that made his scales chafe. A sandy main road lined with businesses preying on the ranch hands of the surrounding lands. A sky that never held clouds. An energy of everyone distrusting the outsider amongst them even as they smiled and welcomed him to open his wallet in this boot shop or that inn.

It was to be his home for however long it took for him to be chased out again. Coco, his dear mare, deserved a stable to call her own after all she'd been through getting him here.

There'd been a stranger in town for a week now and no one thought to warn Whiskey about it. That had them getting short with every patron that they knew had met the new snake in their midst. Whiskey may not be elected like the mayor or sheriff, but there was no denying that Starfall was Their town. They were who it was named after, if anyone cares.

Sure, people didn't Usually need to tell them when a stranger was passing through, but the snake had hidden himself so fully it wasn't until their daddy sent him to drop off a cart of new stock that they even knew he existed.

He was tall. Whiskey didn't like that. What's a man need to be that tall for? Scaled with eyes like a cottonmouth, snake inside and out this one. And he wore a thick rag tied around the lower half of his face and another over the top of his head, his hat holding it in place and making it look like long hair from a distance. Whiskey didn't like that either. What's he hiding?

He's hiding a lot that is. Whiskey could tell you every little thought that happened in this town, but this snake? Not a single hint as to what was going on in that bald head. They could feel the outline of his mind like coils wrapped around a rat so they knew he Had one. They just didn't get to see it.

It didn't help one bit that the snake stared. The entire time Whiskey was counting over the stock of bottles and jars to make sure this "Tago" fellow didn't pocket anything he just stared at them. Kept his head down so his eyes were in the shade.

"Uh, my apologies. I was only told one of y'all's name..." he finally drawled out. He had a nice voice, Whiskey didn't like that.

"It's Whiskey, Whiskey Rivers," they responded using both of their mouths. He should know they were only one person even if they weren't connected. If he weren't guarded against them he wouldn't have even had to ask such an awkward question.

"Both of you- uh- I uh, I've never met twins with the same name," he scratched the back of his neck, "Tis nice name. I get why your folks would use it twice?"

""We" aren't twins. I'm Whiskey. That's me too," they pointed to themselves dismissively. "Whatcha take from this?"

"Nothing Ma'am- I mean Sir I mean-"

"Just Whiskey is fine."

"Nothing Whiskey. I'm real grateful to your father for giving me work, I'm not stealing anything from you all."

They eyed him up. They didn't like not being able to see in his head one bit.

"What's wrong with you?"

"What-"

"I asked, what's wrong with you? There's something going on no hiding it. I can tell you aren't right. Anyone else? I can see inside their head no problem, but You? It's like youve got nothing. I can't tell if you're lying or telling the truth."

Tago wilted the entire time they spoke. his polite and straight posture curling and getting tense as he finally looked away.

"Nothing I did. Promise. I don't know what would cause it. My adopted mother, she was a witch. Must've done something to me," he rambled. "I got to go, just let me unhitch Coco and I'll be out your hair."

"Mhh -hmm. Get," Whiskey kept an eye on him the entire time he got his horse free from their daddy's cart. He moved quick and it made his jacket ride up just enough to flash the handle of the shiny revolver he had tucked in his pants.

"What a man like you need a gun like that for?"

"Uh-" his hand went to pull his jacket back over it, "It was a gift. I'm a good shot. I promise I don't mean to start any trouble in your town."

"Let me guess. You don't mean to start nothing but trouble finds you anyway?"

"Yeah, something like that..."

The next time Whiskey saw that Tago fellow he was being true to his word, at least.

It wasn't that trouble had a tendency to find Tago, more so it was that trouble is hunting him down to collect on a bounty no amount of begging for his life could match.

Today trouble looked like two of the ranch owners spotting him while he was walking down to the Starfall Saloon to drop off a gift for Whiskey on behalf of their daddy.

The two men didn't make their approach subtle. Tago could have pulled Missy out of where he kept her holstered and ended the encounter before it began, but he was liking his life here too damn much. Maybe he was mishearing them. maybe he wasn't the snake faced motherfucker they were looking for. Maybe he could make it to the saloon before they worked up their courage.

He walked faster, kept his shoulders straight. The soft blue painted doors were in his sight. No fighting on the saloon, Whiskey may not like him, but they seemed the sort to not let their rules be crossed.

Rapid steps behind him and then a shock of pain through his jaw as he was tackled through the saloon doors. Tago managed to stop his fall, but the impact with the floor sent a knife of agony up his bad arm. He twisted in the grip around him. Instinct more than active thought driving him to snap at the face of his assailant. His fangs closed around nothing but his own face cover. The rancher having pulled back in time to avoid a lethal bite. Tago's head wrang as the brute knocked his head back against the wood boards with a mighty strike. His knuckles bruising the skin under Tago's scales.

"What do you lot think you're doing!?" Whiskey was there. Both of their halves grabbing the brave rancher by the back of his shirt and hauling him off Tago like he weighed nothing. "What's my one rule Steve? It's no fighting in my damn saloon."

They shoved him back, Tago couldn't pick his head up to watch. The room was spinning bad enough to make him feel like he was back in his home river getting whipped along by hidden currents.

"There's a bounty on that one worth a 100 head herd-"

"And do that mean you get to break my rule? No. Out! Stevenson you too, I want to see none of either of you until you learn your damn manners."

One half of them, the one Tago had mistaken for a man, comes to bend over him, their nighttime black eyes squinted as they tried to decide what to do with him while the lady half dealt with the ranchers.

Tago's head was too fuzzy to put two thoughts together, but he'd come here for a reason dammit. He reached into his jacket to pull the small, slightly crushed, parcel he'd been sent to deliver. Holding it up to them as his vision started to go grey.

"Y-your d-daddy sends h-his regards."

[cutesharkstudios]

Lumity Comfort CH. 4: I will be okay

(This chapter takes place two months after Watching and Dreaming but before the epilogue)

Luz tossed and turned in her sleep. She was having a vivid nightmare of Belos, who had risen from hell to kill her. In her nightmare, the bodies of her loved ones covered the feild, lifeless and limp. She heard Belos cackling, his laughter growing louder and louder and LOUDER AND-

Luz then shot up out of her sleep, panting like a marathon runner. Amity woke up right beside her, and quickly comforted her sweet potato. Luz then told her about her nightmare.

Luz: He then said something. He said "You cast me into the fiery pits, where all I will know for eternity is weeping and nashing of teeth. All because you didn't let me repent."

Amity: There is no way he would have repented for his crap. He tried to commit genocide.

Luz: You're right, you're right.

Amity: Luz?

Luz: Yeah?

Amity: You never explained how you beat Belos. You don't have to elaborate, but you may if you want to.

Luz: You'd probably think I was making stuff up.

Amity: After the events of the past few months, I'm willing to belive anything, especiallly from you.

After relaying what happened, Luz hugged Amity.

Amity: I'm just glad you're with me. So, you met the Titan. What was he like?

Luz: He was kind, funny, really inspiring. He reminds me of my dad. Hopefully they meet in Heaven, the Titan would love him.

Amity: I take it he meant a lot to you.

Luz: More than you know. And I'm glad you're here with me.

Amity: Luz?

Luz: Yeah?

Amity held out her hand.

Amity: I know my last oath was made out of pettyness and spite, and I didn't even plan to keep it for a day, but this one comes from a genuine place. I vow to be by your side for eternity, if you accept.

Luz: You sure? I know how sensitive that moment is for you.

Amity: That should tell you how much I mean it.

Luz held out her hand, as if to accept the deal, only to hug her girlfriend.

Luz: Your word is good enough. I won't hold you to a deal I know you will keep on your own terms.

Amity began to tear up. Comparing those two moments made her realize just how far she and Luz had come not just as a couple, but as people.

Luz: So, that whole "give up being a witch thing" wouldn't have lasted a day?

Amity: Even after the incidents.

Luz: Adds up, I know you wouldn't be so cruel.

Amity blushed

Now let's get some sleep, tommorow's friday.

(Morning)

Luz was at school, leaving Amity alone with Camilla. Camilla then asks Amity something that has been on her mind for a while.

Camilla: Hey Amity, I was wondering. Is Luz keeping something from me? I know it's nothing evil or wrong on her part, I know my daughter, but more like something that happened to her that she doesn't want me to worry about. If it's senisitive on either of y'alls part, I will drop the question right here and now. I just hope I don't do something that might ruin our relationship.

Amity: Well, Luz did open up to me about something, but I don't want to talk about it behind her back. I'm just glad she's okay, and that we don't have to worry about the future at the moment.

Camilla: Amity….

Amity: Yes?

Camilla: (inhales) I know about Luz dying.

Amity: WHAT?!

Camilla: Si, I knew from the floating lights that she had passed on. But I also saw during the fight with Belos that she, somehow, was brought back.

Amity: Well, then why ask? Why didn't you say somehing?

Camilla: Because I wanted you both to tell me on your own terms. I didn't know how sensitive that topic was for you, so I kept my mouth closed on the matter.

Amity: I see. Well, thank you for having faith in us, but I think maybe Luz should be in on this as well. If she was afraid it would scare me, God only knows how she thought it would affect you.

Camilla: She should be coming home soon, so I'll ask her when she gets back.

Amity: Would you like me to give you two some space?

Camilla: That would be for the best. Thank you.

Amity went for a walk. By the time she would get back, Luz would probably be done with her conversation with Camilla.

And surely those two would be okay after this, right?

[armpirate]

UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 3

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.

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I wake up to a scent that isn't mine. No, it's too heavy and too strong to be mine. That too sweet smell of vanilla almost makes me dizzy when I try to open my eyes to get up. And when I finally find the way to completely wake up, I feel a weight on my back that doesn't let me lift my torso while something is embracing my waist.

Moving my hair away from my face, so I can look over my shoulder, I see a thin arm wrapped around me.

Oh, right. The girl from last night.

I try to crawl away from her embrace, and be fully able to control my body, but her grip around me gets tighter. I try it a few times, but every time I move a few inches, she pulls me back and her hand goes lower on my body. She keeps me back from running away, when I feel her arm isn't the only thing wrapped around me. She's lowered her hand so much to the point where she's holding my crotch, closing her fingers harder and tighter around me whenever I try to move away.

I press my lips together, trying to hold back the whimpers that are aiming to come out due to pain.

It takes me a long while to free myself. I try a lot of different things, I try to move my body to make her uncomfortable, I try to pull her fingers away... But nothing works. At least not until I manage to hook my fingers in between hers, finally making her lose strength on me.

Honestly, I don't even know how I manage to do it. But I move outside of the bed fast, even if I end up falling to the ground.

I start walking away, trying to make the least sound possible so I can escape from here without waking her up. I really don't want to deal with the weirdness that comes along with getting up next to a stranger, especially when this same person was trying to tear my dick from my body.

I sigh, running my finger over the scratch on the side of my motorbike, the gray color standing out among the lacquered black.

It's been two days, and I still can't understand what was wrong with that freak.

For the first time in two weeks, I'm coming in later than Mark. But he still feels the audacity of looking at me with disapproval.

—I had an emergency —I leave my things in the little closet behind the counter.

—What's the name of that emergency? —he looks at me, raising his eyebrow— Paula? Steph? Kat?

—I wish I remembered —I tilt my head.

I hear him huffing. And when I turn to him, he's playing with that dilatation on his ear. He always does it when he gets frustrated, something that usually happens when he's with me.

—You should try to settle down again.

—I thought y'all were so happy seeing me carefree. What changed?

—We're happy seeing you carefree —he shrugs—. But we still think you should try to meet someone new, in a deeper way.

—Trust me, I know the girls I meet in a real deep way —I joke.

Mark chuckles after my comment, getting up from the stool he was sitting in, just to walk up to me.

—You know what I mean. It's been seven months, you had fun. I'm not telling you to marry the first girl you meet next, but try to spend time with them. Something that doesn't last a TV ad.

—Did Soo tell you to talk to me about this?

I look at him, squinting my eyes. I know by that nervous smile on his face that my sister convinced him to talk to me about this. They all are so easy to read.

I can understand why my sister would ask him this anyway, Mark has been like an older brother ever since I moved here. He's always treated me as if I were part of his family, and has done a lot of things for me ever since I came here.

—Tell her I'll think about it, alright? That will give you a few weeks of peace before she sends you to do this type of big brother talk again.

—Soo also wanted me to confirm whether you'll be going to Mel's birthday party in Seneca —he mentions, looking at some drawings he's done.

—Do I really have to go?

At first, I was only planning to go because Leslie was friends with Melanie. I didn't even feel like going because of my sister, because I know she has her own group of friends, and sometimes it's better not to mix that. It's as if I were asking her to go to one of Jimin's or Taehyung's parties out of nowhere.

—It's Mel's birthday, don't be a dick ass.

—Why are you asking me to confirm then? You are going to force me to go either way.

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The day goes by a lot calmer than it was yesterday. Could be it had to do with Mark accidentally scheduling seven tattoos for me, and six for him yesterday -including humongous ones that took hours to be made.

I take off my gloves, and clean the seat that was occupied just ten minutes ago, to call it off. Finally it's over for me. I know I spoke too early when Mark gets my attention before I can even put my jacket on.

—What plans do you have tonight?

—I don't know. I think I'll stay home.

—Then come to hang out with Soo and Mel —he puts everything on the counter in place—. They met with Tammy in the bar she's working at.

—Okay, sure —I nod, holding the door open for him—. I have nothing better to do anyway.

—I'll see you there then —he waves while walking away to get his car from the parking lot.

When I get there, I wait for Mark to come outside. I know my sister and Melanie are there, but it feels weird to just get inside without the person they were actually expecting to come. One of the girls waiting to get a cab keeps looking at me, and I know she'll be reaching out to me in a few seconds, but of course someone scares her away.

He's always so timely.

—Why are you waiting here? Let's go inside.

Without giving a second look to that girl, I head inside, meeting up with that group of people Soo keeps trying to make me hang out with. Tammy greets both of us with a wide smile, and doesn't take long to wave at her side to ask someone to join us.

My eyes follow the direction of Tammy's moves, finding a short girl I think I remember. Could be I hooked up with her some time?

But when she finally stands next to our friend, and her eyes land on me, throwing a frightened and surprised look, I recognize her. That's the exact same expression she had on her face when we were in the studio.

—She's Y/n —Tammy introduces her to Mark and me.

Y/n... So that's her name.

Mark is right. Tammy talked a lot about her, but she said she was a cool girl that we all would love to hang around with. Not that she was a nun, that got shocked at the mention of sex to the point of not giving a fuck about others' belongings. I'm surprised these two are even friends at all, considering how different they are. Tam is indeed cool, I was able to see it the times she came around the studio and when we casually met whenever I decided to join Soo and her group of friends.

—So... —I talk— Is this the Y/n you told us about?

—Why? Did you already know each other? —Tammy asks.

—No —she rushes to answer—. Maybe he knows a different Y/n?

Her face is pure interned panic when she sees me opening my mouth to speak. She shouldn't worry, I don't want people to know the mess she caused either.

—I can answer by myself —I snap back, tilting my head annoyingly before I look back at Tammy—. But yeah —I sigh—, I thought you could've been referring to the same girl I knew. Guess not —I shrug.

—Note down a new one on your list, then —Melanie jokes.

She drops a fake smile, and I know she's sighing deep inside when I play along with her excuse. I can't believe I was thinking of going home tonight.

—She's joining us on our trip —Soo informs me, getting my attention by holding my wrist.

—Thinking about it —she talks—, I don't think I'll be able to join you.

It takes me a lot of effort to actually hide the laugh that's tempting to come out of my mouth when she says that. Seriously? She was able to go, but not now?

She mentions she has to visit her parents, but Tammy cuts her off fast. "You always do the same thing" is the only thing we're able to hear from their conversation, or argument more like. They keep fighting back and forth, Y/n is trying to get rid of the invitation, while Tammy keeps insisting on her coming.

I know that pissed off face from the other day. Oh wow. Tammy won.

—I guess I'll visit my parents another day —she gives in, annoyed—. Can I go back to work now?

Tammy simply nods, smiling big because she got what she wanted. And finally lets Y/n go when she asks permission to go back to work.

—You're coming, right? —Melanie asks when I sit to join them on their table.

—Of course —I nod—. Mark worked hard to convince me. There's no way I can say no —I look at Y/n, focused on her things behind the counter—. Why did you invite her?

—She's my friend —Tammy answers—. And she doesn't seem to do anything else but work, I think it'd be great for her to meet new people. You all are great, she's great. I bet it'll be good.

I turn in her direction, unaware of the conversation they start having from now on. There's something about her that makes her so interesting, she's as captivating as annoying, and that's a double threat.

Probably it's just because she rejected me.

At some point, Soo says we all should be leaving. Basically because we've been here for hours, and everybody else is leaving, too. Agreeing with her, Mark attempts to get up to pay for our table, but I move faster and tell him I'd be paying myself.

Not like neither of them rush to stop me either.

As I approach her, she seems unaware that I'm behind her. She's too focused on placing the glasses carefully over the surface behind the counter.

—Charge me, please.

She first turns with a smile, which disappears as she sees me. Y/n thinks I haven't noticed how hard she fought against her desire to roll her eyes at me, but I did. And that only encourages me to piss her off more. So before she's even able to ask me how I'm going to pay, I lift my credit card in between my two fingers. This time she doesn't hide, her eyes travel to the back of her head.

And god, ain't it funny to be able to annoy someone so easily?

—My motorbike is scratched —I casually say, while typing the pin.

—I'm sorry. I know it wasn't the best react...

—No, it wasn't —I nod, without looking at her—. And I'm glad to hear you know you were the one in the wrong.

That sarcastic laugh she throws at me makes me look at her almost instantly. I know this is going to get good when she tilts her head, while raising one of her eyebrows.

—You know what? I take it back. That scratch is the minimum you deserve —she snaps back.

—What do you mean? —my eyes squint.

—Don't act like you don't know —she hands me the ticket—. You acted all nice and cool, just to take me to that shitty studio and have me spreading my legs for you. Not even a bed? Are you sixteen?

Says the person who snaps back at someone by saying "I take back what I said". I bet she really thinks she's so mature because she treats sex as if it were the biggest sin.

—And now you have the balls to be here, talking about this with me as if it weren't a big deal and blaming me for whatever happened in your studio, while your girlfriend is sitting right there.

That takes me completely by surprise. Girlfriend? Who? And what the fuck have these dumb asses told her?

She looks at my table, pointing at it with her eyes. And when I look back at her, I can understand it all. It was something that used to happen a lot when I first got here. Could be it's having our initials tattooed, or how good we get on, but a lot of people seem to totally omit the 6 feet tall man that goes wherever Soo goes. Because Koreans can only date Koreans. Of course.

Yeah, no. I won't be the one telling her she's wrong.

—You're right —I nod—. How could I ever dare to get close to you in front of everybody? —I take a step back— Thank you —I lift the receipt and say:—, cocktease.

Absolutely everything that happened until this moment was totally worth it just to see her face like that, totally red and close to exploding.

That trip will be amazing.

[mageofseven]

Sorry to bother, but could we get Audri meeting Amelie and there being a moment between her and Satan where she’s like “but you’re still my Tay-Tay, right? You’re not leaving me?” And Satan assuring her that him having a baby now doesn’t mean he’s abandoning her and that she not only has a new big sister (MC) but a new niece as well that love her. Just him making sure that neither she nor Amelie will have to go through the neglect or abandonment he did. Please and thank you!!!

Y'all really want Audri and Amelie in the same universe, don't ya? Hehe~

Well here ya go! Little Audriana is gonna spend time with her Tay-Tay and baby Amelie!

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Audriana was spending the night at House of Lamentation.

At first, her parents were hesitant on having Satan and the brothers babysit since the blonde and MC have a newborn on their hands, but the new mother said it was fine and that it would be a good chance for Audriana to adapt more to the changing family dynamics now that her big brother was a dad.

In truth, Audri has been refusing to even look at the baby since she was born. Even when she came with her parents, the little girl just hid behind her mama and daddy or even behind furniture just so she didn't have to look at Amelie.

No amount of cajoling from her parents or her brother could get her out of her hiding spot or to stop pouting though.

That's what made this night necessary. It wasn't just for her parents to have a date night (though Luce and Dia were definitely grateful for this), but so Audriana could have more time around her brother and the new baby.

MC was still out with the twins for a last minute food run, so it was just Satan taking care of Amelie

And a pouting Audri.

Satan sighed.

"You have to come out of hiding at some point."

"No."

Amelie let out a little whine, causing the blonde to rock her gently.

"Shhh, Kitty. It's okay."

Audriana poked her head out from behind the couch.

"Why does she get to be your kitty?" She asked, still pouting.

Satan raised an eyebrow.

"Because her mother is my Kitten." He answered, confused.

"Why does she get to be your Kitten?"

The blonde blushed a bit.

"MC is...special to me." He explained. "I've loved her for a long time and it seemed fitting."

"Am I not special like her and the baby?"

"You are very special, Audriana."

Satan adjusted his hold on his daughter before taking his sister's hand and gently leading her around the couch.

He let go of her hand and patted the sit next to him.

The little girl hopped up, still refusing to look at her niece.

"Can you tell me what has you upset now?"

The child slid her hands in her hair and tugged.

"I don't like her. Can't you take her back?"

"There's nowhere to take her back; MC and I made her ourselves."

"With the special magick, right?"

That was how the adults explained to the child how baby Amelie had been put in MC's belly; a special 'magick' that only adults have the ability to do.

"Exactly."

"Why did you make her?" The little girl tugged harder on her hair and nervously wiggled. "What did I do wrong?"

His sister was getting more visibly upset the longer the conversation went; Satan had to end it and soothe her soon before the pain was too much for the girl.

The big brother took his free hand and gently led the girl's fists out of her long hair before wrapping his arm around her and having her curl up against his side.

"You did nothing wrong; not a single thing." He told her. "Amelie...she is just as much for you as she is for me and MC."

The girl sniffled.

"How?"

"You're her aunt and she's your niece." He answered simply. "She's someone new for you to love; some who will also love you very dearly, just as I do."

After all this time, the little princess raised her gaze to the bundled baby in her big brother's arm.

The small blonde babe was reaching her arms out to her aunt, small whines leaving her mouth.

"Would you like to try holding her?" Her brother asked.

Audriana was still young, but she was old enough to hold her niece while sitting down and under the supervision of an adult.

"Can I?" She asked softly.

Satan smiled at her before nodding, carefully positioning his daughter in his little sister's arms.

Amelie nuzzled against her auntie, making the little redhead's eyes go wide.

"I...I think she likes me." Audri quickly looked up to her brother for confirmation. "Does she like me?"

The blonde gave a small, breathy laugh.

"Even better; she loves you."

A blush filled the child's cheeks. Her niece loves her? Someone new actually loves her?

Amelie reached up and gently squished her auntie's nose, making Audri giggle.

"I love you too!" She told the baby, who made happy coos at her.

Audriana's smile fell. She looked away from both the baby and her brother for a moment before looking back up at Satan.

"But... you're still my Tay Tay, right?"

"Always." He promised, making the girl's smile return.

Change was hard for everyone, especially this poor little girl who was the Avatar of Shame.

Luckily, the result of change can still be beautiful when we accept it with all of our hearts.

[poppyseedoncaffeine]

Sun and Moon show quotes because my sleep paralysis demon said so

Most of these aren't in character and I think its funny, Also Rays is good Eclipse and ya'll know who jigsaw is.

Monty, looking at their watch: It has been 2 hours and sixteen minutes since I’ve been insulted. Monty: It’s been about 5 seconds since I’ve been assaulted, but let’s not talk about that.

Monty: Lunar… Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Lunar: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. Monty: Monty: I wrote sanitize, Lunar.

Lunar: Can we get a birthday cake? Sun: It’s not your birthday. Lunar: The cake won’t know!

Monty: So according to the cease and desist order I got, apparently you can’t ‘legally’ be a lawyer if your license is ‘cut out of a cereal box’.

Shapeshifter: transforms to look like Monty Monty: Okay, are you like BLIND? You look nothing like me. First off, I'm way taller. Secondly, I DO NOT look so sleep deprived and lastly, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've been told I'm a constant 10.

Eclipse: Look at the buns on that guy! Lunar: lying on the floor, covered in hamburger buns Monty: This is the comedy police! The joke's too funny! Eclipse: I'm not going back to jail!

Eclipse: Could you be anymore annoying? Goast!Lunar: Yes.

Goast!Lunar: Like they say, "If you can't beat them, curl up in a ball and protect your organs."

Lunar, holding a scooter: Monty! Can I go outside and play with this? Monty: Sure, whatever. I'm not your parent, okay? Lunar, running outside: Thanks Monty! Monty, running out after them and screaming: NOT ON THE STREET! STAY AWAY!

While the Squad is in a battle Goast! Blood Moon, trying to warn Sun about the location of an enemy: To the left! Sun, Extremely sleep deprived: Take it back now y'all! *gets decked in the face*

Moon: Did you two buy eggs like I asked? Lunar: Even better! Moon: What did you- Earth holding up a chicken Her name is Fluffy.

KC: What’s the status up here? Rays: Fucked up, about to die, Sun’s a nerd. The usual.

Monty, holding a kettle: Coffee or tea? Rays: Tea. Monty: Wrong. It's coffee.

Sun, in a room with Monty, Moon, and KC: It’s calm in here. Sun: It scares me…

Lunar: sharpens knife We've got ways of making people talk. Lunar: cuts piece of cake Jigsaw: …Can I have some? Lunar: Cake is for talkers.

Sun: How would you rate your pain? Rays: 0/10. Would not recommend.

Sun: Lunar, I don’t think I can handle any more of your tomfuckery. Lunar: Oh yeah? Well I can keep going until you’re all tomfuckered out!

Eclipse: What's two plus two? Monty, has a concussion: Math. Eclipse: …I will accept that answer.

Lunar: Do you have any idea what you’re doing? Foxy: Why start now?

Monty: Fruits that do not live up to their names; passionfruit, grapefruit, honeydew and dragonfruit. Monty: Fruits that do live up to their names? Monty: Orange.

Rays: According to the footage here, you shook the vending machine and when the shake alarm went off, you punched the glass and broke it. Rays Moon: …I was hungry.

Bloody: I called you like ten times! Why didn’t you pick up? Lunar: remembers dancing to the ringtone Lunar: I didn’t hear it.

Moon: …I'm pretty sure that place is fire-proof, or something. Eclipse, grenade in hand: Alright, but is it explosion-proof?

KC: Uh, Moon? Rays is in the pool and I don't think they're waterproof. Moon: What? Bloody: I think they meant, Rays is drowning. Moon: WHAT?! Meanwhile Rays: is drowning Lunar: OH MY GOD, RAYS! KEEP SWIMMING! Rays: I can't swim, dumbass— sinks Lunar: RAYS!

out grocery shopping Rays: takes a free sample twice Rays: Robbery and Fraud. I am a Rebel.

Earth: We all have our demons. Sun, grabbing Blood moon: This one’s mine!

Monty: Prepare to feel really bad about yourself. Rays: I’ve been prepared for that my entire life. Monty: Rays: Or something mean about you.

Sun: I’m so tired. Rays: Did you get to bed late? Sun: No. Rays: Did you do something strenuous? Sun: No. Rays: Then why are you tired? Sun: I’m alive. Rays: Sounds exhausting.

Monty: Hey, how did my phone break? Sun: You were drunk yesterday. Monty: And? Lunar: You threw it. Monty: Why? Eclipse: You turned on airplane mode and kept screaming “FLY DAMN YOU!” Monty: And why didn’t you stop me?! Foxy: We were busy laughing our asses off.

Monty: I’m not lazy, I just find it hard to put effort into things I’m not passionate about. KC: What are you passionate about? Monty: Sleeping.

Moon: You’re a loose cannon, Eclipse. Eclipse: No, I’m not. I’m a cannon, maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me? Monty: I think you play by your own rules. Earth: No way, they think rules were made to be broken. Moon: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon. Eclipse: No, I’m just a reckless renegade. Rays is a loose cannon. Rays: smashes a chair Aah! You shut your trap, Eclipse! Earth: I’d say Rays’s more of a cop on the edge with nothing to lose. That’s an entirely different thing. Monty: Now I’m just confused. Is Eclipse a loose cannon or not? Moon: All right, put on a pot of coffee. We’re gonna get to the bottom of this. Eclipse: groans Rays: Aw, man.

Monty: Yum, thanks! Kidnapper: puts more tape over their mouth I said stop eating it.

KC: I ran into Monty in the kitchen at 1 AM last night and when I asked them what they were doing, they just shrugged, said “these are my roaming hours,” and wandered off, strumming vaguely on their Bass guitar.

Eclipse: I’ve been sleeping so little the past few nights that when I go to the alarm app, I click on the “power nap” button. I don’t set up alarms, I set up timers, Lunar.

Foxy: Sorry I'm late, I was doing stuff. Monty: YOU PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS!

Monty: You know, people treat me like a god. Foxy: How? Monty: They ignore my existence unless they need something.

Monty: The floor is lava! Sun: helps Blood moon onto the counter Lunar: kicks Eclipse off the sofa Moon: lays on the floor Monty: …Are you okay? Moon: No.

Sun: Who hurt you? Rays: snorting What, do you want a list? Sun: …Yes, actually.

Eclipse: I feel so burnt out. Monty: Don’t worry, it'll be over soon. Eclipse: Are you gonna… assassinate me? Monty: Well not if you’re expecting it.

[lvrhughes]

prompt list

feel free to send any request in with any of these or feel free to come up with your own!

who I'll write for || my masterlist || rules for requests

COMFORT

"I thought I'd never see you again."

"You're hurt, let me help."

"You were crying, weren't you?"

"I'm worried about you."

"Are you okay?"

"No one will ever hurt you again."

"It was just a nightmare."

"I could use a hug."

"I care about you. Always."

"I'm here. I'm here now."

"I promise, nothing will ever hurt you again."

"You didn't deserve that."

"I love you no matter what."

FLUFF

"You look so pretty when you sleep."

"I like your face." "When's the last time you slept?" "It's been years."

"I need more coffee."

"It's so warm and cozy here."

"I want cuddles."

"You need to sleep." "I can't!"

"Please, hold me. I can't sleep without you anymore."

"I love you so much but I love sleeping more."

"You have a pretty face when you aren't yelling at me."

"You drive me fucking crazy."

FINALLY REALIZING 

"You reek of jealousy."

"Dude, we're friends and you don't look at me the way you look at them."

"If you keep staring, they're gonna notice."

"You guys are basically a married couple at this point."

"We all have bets on when you guys are gonna kiss." "Not if?" "We all know it's gonna happen dude."

"Y'all need a room."

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Shhh, it's okay. It's okay."

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"That was a terrible shot." "Like you could do better."

"What on earth are you doing?"

"Here's the gremlin I hate so."

"Hey uh... are you okay? I noticed you didn't call me an asshole earlier and I'm concerned."

"So... looks like we're partners for this." "Yep."

"You're a buttface." "Oh my God, are you five?"

"Someone's cranky, did you miss naptime?"

"Holy shit how did I have a crush on you?"

"How does someone who looks as beautiful as you be so damn stupid?"

"Why did/do you hate me by the way?" "I don't. I never did."

"Kiss my ass." "Gladly."

"Do you know how hard I tried? For years? I tried so damn hard not to fall in love with you and I'm still here."

GRUMPY X SUNSHINE

"It's seven am, how are you so happy?"

"Why are you smiling at me like that? I don't think I've ever seen you smile like that before. I don't know if I've seen you smile."

"If you really want, you can hug me."

"How are you so..." "Energetic?" "Perfect."

"Did I really make the cold *grumpy character* blush by kissing them?"

"Who knew you were a big softie?"

"When you look a lot better when you aren't scowling like usual. And it's back."

"I love you so so so so much." *Grump blushing profusely* "STOP IT!"

"For someone who doesn't like hugs, you give the best ones."

"Touch them and I'll fucking kill you."

FAKE DATING

"Hold my hand you dumbass."

"I'm only doing this to win the bet." "Same here sweetie."

"Rule number one: no catching feelings."

"Why me? I mean, you could ask anyone to fake-date you so why me?"

"Yes we're... totally dating." "We are?"

"For an asshole, you make a pretty good (partner/boyfriend/girlfriend)"

"Wait, you've never been to a fair? That's our next date- fake date I mean."

"I'm pretty sure my mom likes you way more than any of my actual partners."

"We need rules if we're gonna do this."

"What's in this for me?"

"I need to make my shitbag ex jealous and you hate him too. Truce?"

"Oh my God no, they booked us one bed because they think we're actually dating." (leads into one bed trope ofc)

"We make such a cute couple don't we?"

"Don't worry darling, you can sit on my lap. Gotta sell this to the people don't we?"

"I hate this so much. So much. How'd you talk me into this again?"

"Why is this date better than the real ones I've been on?"

"If this is some plot to confess your undying love for me, you could've just said so."

"I want your hoodie... to sell the dating lie not because it smells like you."

"I think I would've died last year if you told me I was on a date with you." "With excitement or pain?" "Both."

"If this is fake, why do I have to meet your parents?"

"Look, if you do this for me and do a good job, I'll pay you at the end. Seriously."

"I think I broke a rule."

ANGRY CONFESSIONS

"Because I fucking love you!"

"I know you don't care if you get hurt but I do! I really fucking care if you get hurt!"

"Wow... you really don't get it, do you?"

"You think I would be here if I didn't love you?"

"You are such an asshole! I wish I hated you!" "Then hate me." "I can't! I love you!"

"Why do you care?"

"Stop acting like people don't care because they do!"

"I know you were hurt in the past but not everyone's gonna hurt you. I would rather die than hurt you."

"You have no idea just how much you mean to me."

"I wish we never met. I wish we never met so I never would've fallen this hard for someone who doesn't care."

"Fuck you. Fuck you, fuck everything you stand for. How did I ever love you?"

"Goddamnit, I love you! Alright? Happy now? You figured out the big secret."

"Something's bothering you. I can tell."

"I wish you told me sooner."

"I don't care if you don't feel the same way, I just had to tell you."

"You did this to me! You made me fall fucking head over heels for you."

"What are you talking about?"

"You're my best friend! We shouldn't- I shouldn't be feeling like this. Fuck."

"I need to go." "Wai-" "Don't come after me. Please. I need space right now."

"You act like your life doesn't matter and it pisses me off."

"Just spit it out already!"

"I have loved you since I've known you but I never told you because what we have- what we had is too important to me. I can't lose you over a silly crush."

"Please. Say something."

ANGST

"You're barely even a friend at this point."

"Fuck you. Just fuck you."

"I'm sorry, please listen to me."

"I trusted you and you did this to me?"

"I didn't mean for it to go this far. I didn't mean for this to happen."

"I love you but I can't trust/hurt you anymore."

"How could you do this? Do you even care?"

"You... you actually did it?"

"You walk out that door and we're done. Leave me here and you're leaving me period."

"Look, I know I fucked up-" "You didn't just fuck up. You did the one thing I asked you not to."

"You can't treat me like this! I was there for you through everything."

"Leave. Get out."

"Don't fucking touch me!"

"If you really cared, you wouldn't have done this from the beginning."

"You messed up in a way that apologies can't fix."

"Get away from me." "Please-" "I said get the fuck away from me!

"This is why no one likes you!"

"And you wonder why everyone you love ends up leaving you."