#im talking braces AND glasses

[devourable]

for self care reasons im making a yandere geek. stay tuned

[valentines-wolf]

Im having thoughts

[inf3ct3dd]

ellie headcanons ..!

warnings : literally none, perfectly sfw 😍😍

content: loser!ellie x reader, more ellie-focused than relationship focused (sorryyyy 😞😞)

authors note: i’ve literally never done headcanons omg 😓 this is js my random ramblings 🔥🔥🔥

pt. 2 ! taglist!!!! masterlist!!

- send you an excessive amount of reels. every 5 seconds. cute cats, random facts about space, stuff she thinks is funny, it all goes to you.

- definitely had a “rock collection” when she was little, but she was so ???? excessive with it??? like every time she saw a rock she picked it up. she walked so weird bc her pockets were just FULL OF ROCKS.

- also, was literally the grimiest kid ever. playing in ROLLING IN the mud, going snail hunting when it rained!!! she was the kid that would go in the bushes and mess w rolly pollies all the time for NO REASON.

- is weirdly good at fishing?? joel took her all the time, and shes a self proclaimed “fishing master”

- WAYYY clumsy. always running into a wall, tripping on air, or missing steps on the stairs (smh its cuz of that damn phone 😒😒)

- im so into the whole “adam sandler” fits cuz its so true. esp during the summer, its some stupid t shirt that says “master baiter” and a pair of old basketball shorts.

- speaking of t shirts, she’s def the type to own an absurd amount of dumb t shirts.

- gets all her clothes from like, walmart and goodwill. she does not CARE!!!

- cuts her own hair too 🤞🏽🤞🏽 shes soooo self sufficient 😍😍😍

- bites. she is such a biter.

- speaking of, i feel like she js has to have something in her mouth constantly. gum, random pieces of plastic, bottle caps, pens, anything 😞

- speaking of mouths (wow sierra so many connections!!!) she def had braces , but she hates wearing her retainer so her teeth are like ever-so-slightly fucked up

- is AMAZING at committing to the bit. she will drag it for DAYSSS if you don’t tell her to stop. once did a (awful) british accent for 4 days until you threw something at her and told her to shut the fuck up

- definitely not shy, just kind of…odd. she’ll talk to anyone that talks to her, she just doesn’t really approach people.

- weird obsession with pickles. has a pickle stuffed animal with a mustache and glasses that she bought from goodwill

- hangs up so much stuff on her walls!!!! tickets, old notes, cards, pictures of people, drawings, old tickets, literally anything she thinks looks cool

- obsessed with rollercoasters!!! she took you to the fair for your first date

- also like- very good at fair games. she’s so cocky about it too, you’ll go home with like 20 stuffed animals she won for you and she’ll carry ALL OF THEM with the stupidest smile on her face

- wears all of joels old contractor-workwear clothes during the colder months

- trys so hard to be “mysterious” but she’s never actually doing anything so she just does stuff like not telling you what movie she’s watching or what she’s eating

- also just texts you 24-7!!! like every time she’s doing something she’s like “i made a quesadilla” “i went to the store” “i took a shower” she just looooves keeping you updated

- tries to raise one eyebrow but ends up just squinting one eye. so funny 😞😞

- really good at solving rubix cubes???

- definitely had a fuck ass bob at one point

- GLASSES. that is all. glasses.

- listens to so much dad rock, midwest emo, indie, she LOVES male manipulator music!! but like she isn’t like thatttt shes so niceeee 😞😞

- mostly calls you babe/baby, she’ll call you really dumb pet names as a joke like “pookie” 😭😭

[spncvr]

waiting room | s. reid

summary: spencer can't seem to escape the girl in the waiting room

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of reid's addiction & tobias hankel, mentions of kidnapping and mass shootings (in, like, a joking way??) my terrible, terrible humour, ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE LMAO, this is deffo terrible, pls tell me if i missed anything!!

a/n: ok idk if i wanna continue this and make it a series so lmk lol (also im on writers block so i literally can't come up with SHIT)

SPENCER REID WAS a pessimist.

At least, that’s what he’d call himself. His colleague, Derek Morgan would most likely (and by most likely, he means, definitely already has) call him an overanalysing introvert. But in Spencer’s defense, there has never really been a good reason to go out and “live your life”. Consider this:

Go to the new coffee shop? Mass shooting.

Go to the mall? A child gets abducted.

Leave the apartment for a short while? A stalker finds out where he lives, kidnaps him in his sleep, and, in a nightmarish turn, auctions off his organs to the bidder in the black market.

Besides, his life isn’t some John Green book. There were no life-affirming adventures or poetic moments of self-discovery awaiting him. Carpe diem? A fanciful notion for others, but for him, not so much. Sorry, Mr. Keating.

Yet life—or more accurately, bureau protocol— had its own plans. Ever since the Tobias Hankel incident, a visit to the psychologist wasn’t just a request but rather (unfortunately for him) an order. Which meant, he’d have to risk his entire life to get up and walk for ten whole minutes just to sit and wait, in this glaringly bright waiting room, when he could have stayed at home and read the new books he’d gotten from his team as a get-well gift.

Speaking of which, why the gifts? He was fine. Physically, at least. But really, when have you ever seen get-well-soon cards in an asylum? Well, alright, maybe he was being a little bit dramatic. A visit to the psychologist doesn’t mean he’ll be institutionalised—but then again, Spencer Reid was never one to wear rose-tinted glasses. 

This is his third time in the waiting room, and she’s always there. He isn’t sure as to why she is, because, well, unlike himself, she was very clearly an optimist—and at least, from the looks of it, she hasn’t been kidnapped and drugged in the past month. But she's sitting there again, in the exact same chair for the past three weeks, along with a beacon of smiles where joy usually fears to trend. Maybe, he isn't as good of a profiler as he’d like to think he is.

“Dr. Reid?” the call of his name rips him out of his thoughts. He looks up to see the same kind woman he’s seen the past three weeks—not the one in the waiting room, no, he means his therapist.

Dr. Brown was easy to profile: She wore heels to make herself look taller, and she hated wearing glasses, apparent by how she would continuously place them atop her head instead of her nose. Her teeth were abnormally perfect, which meant, she’d had to wear braces when she was younger—which (from his humbling experience) means she wasn’t exactly the most popular at school. Perhaps, psychology felt appealing to her because she could help people like her. 

“How are you?” she asks, her pen clicking.

Usually, he’d offer her a meek shrug. The kind that could win awards for its commitment to non-commitment. Besides, he’s not one to talk about how he feels—there isn’t much to say, anyway. And let’s face it,  “How are you?” in the grand tapestry of human interaction is almost as genuine as a three-dollar bill. And, get this, the average person asks “How are you?” 6,739 times a year but only listens to the answer about half the time—well, okay, maybe those numbers might have been fabricated, but isn’t the sincerity behind the question also made up? But instead of telling her all this, he remembers what Hotch had told him, one, two, three weeks ago: that he ought to cooperate with Dr. Brown or the board won’t be happy. So, he kisses his teeth before he says:

“Fine. I’m fine.”

And the session went on.

PLS TELL ME IF I SHLD CONTIUE OR NOT LOLOLOL spam my inbox with ideas I BEG.

[jonahmagnus]

TMA IF IT WAS A 2000s CHILDRENS LIVE ACTION SERIES

[Opening narration]

Hi, my name's Jon. Im a 7th grader, and kind of the smartest kid at school. Not that my bullies, Daisy and Basira, see me the same way, or let me have a day of peace, but genius is always underappreciated in its time.

[Scenes of him at school and Daisy and Basira being mean to him, knocking his books out of his hands, tripping him, etc. He has gigantic glasses and braces.]

I live with my older brother, Jonah, who is sooo annoying. All he does is play his keytar, modify his moterbike, hang out with his boYFrIeNd, and make fun of me for being smarter than him. Hes definitely moms favorite, which is totally not fair.

[Scenes of Jonah, a gender neutral young adult, messing around with a keyboard, changing the wheels on their bike, talking to a same-aged Mordechai Lukas, and holding a book above Jon's head and laughing.]

Then theres mom, Betty Holding. Their not really my mom, they dont have a gender, but it said "mom" as close enough.

[Scene of The Eye, a tall white person with long dyed blonde hair, cooking something while reading off a recipe book, before looking up, and winking at the camera.]

Yeah... mom is kiiiiind of the whole reason Im in this mess.

[Scenes of Jon finding a secret passageway in what appears to be The Beholding's offce, him in a dusty libray, and holding a book, with his friends (tim, sasha, martin, all also like 12,) leaning in to look.]

Oh right, did I mention Im currently running for my life?

[Cut to Jon & friends running from a weird monster thing down a hallway, before a freeze frame on them doing funny faces]

Listen, I'll look a lot less stupid if you let me explain it to you, okay?

[REWIND SOUND EFFECT]

[THEME SONG PLAYS, A CHIPPER UPBEAT GRAVITY FALLS ESKE REMIX OF THE TMA THEME]

[rispwr]

⋆˙⟡ step by step #2 ❤︎ m.list

note : yes omg i cannotttt wait 😭😭 im impatient i know

contents : she did infact slipped, stubborn oc?, hospital visit, broken ankle, fluff no smut for now, swearing.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

"Knock, knock!" Jungkook yells, pounding on the door.

I hurried toward it, but just as my hand touched the doorknob, my foot slipped. "Shit!" I gasped, losing my balance and crashing to the floor. Pain shot through my ankle. "Jungkook!" I cried out, clutching it. "It's—fuck! It's open!"

The door swung open, and Jungkook rushed in, his wide eyes darting between me and the floor. "What—what happened?" he asked, panic evident in his voice as he crouched down next to me.

I winced, trying to steady my breathing. "I slipped... Goddamn it, it hurts."

His brows furrowed as he scanned me, clearly debating his next move. "Let's get you to a hospital," he said firmly, sliding an arm under me.

I groaned in frustration. "I'm in my nightdress, Jungkook!" I lightly swatted at his shoulder, but he ignored me, easily lifting me up.

at the hospital

"This is not how I wanted my day to go," I muttered, lying on the emergency room bed as the nurses gently pressed an ice pack against my swollen ankle.

Jungkook stood beside me, arms crossed. "Why was there a wet spot on your floor anyway?"

I froze, my mind flashing back to last night.

Flashback

I wandered around my apartment with a half-empty glass of wine in hand. As I gestured dramatically—talking to absolutely no one—red liquid sloshed over the rim and splattered onto the floor.

"Shit," I muttered, staring at the mess. But instead of cleaning it up, I shrugged. "Eh, I'll deal with it tomorrow."

Back to the present

I awkwardly laughed, avoiding Jungkook's gaze. "No idea," I lied.

Before he could press me further, the doctor entered, clipboard in hand. "Hi there," he greeted us cheerfully. Jungkook shook his hand politely.

"Your girlfriend here—"

"We're friends," I corrected quickly.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jungkook shift in his chair, his jaw tightening at the word friends.

"Friends?" he repeated under his breath, the word heavy with unspoken emotion.

The doctor cleared his throat, glancing at the clipboard. "So, based on the examination and X-rays, you've sustained a Grade 2 ankle sprain. Essentially, that means the ligaments in your ankle are partially torn, which is why you're experiencing significant swelling and pain."

I blinked at him, trying to process the word torn. Jungkook leaned in, listening intently.

"The good news," the doctor continued, "is that there's no fracture. However, you'll need to stay off the ankle as much as possible for the next two to three weeks to allow it to heal properly. Ice packs and elevation will help reduce the swelling, and we'll provide you with a brace for support."

I frowned. "Two to three weeks?!"

The doctor nodded, his expression calm but firm. "Yes. In terms of mobility, you'll need assistance getting around, especially during the first week. The pain and limited joint stability will make even basic tasks like walking difficult. That's why I strongly recommend having someone stay with you during this time."

Before I could respond, Jungkook immediately spoke up. "I'll stay with her."

I turned to him, wide-eyed, then looked back at the doctor. "Wait, what?! I have work! I can't just take two weeks off!"

The doctor gave me a sympathetic look. "I understand, but if you push yourself and don't give your ankle time to heal, the injury could worsen. Recovery should be your priority right now. I'm sure your employer will understand- it's a medical necessity."

I groaned, slumping back onto the bed in defeat as Jungkook gently squeezed my hand. "Don't worry, I'll explain it to your boss if I have to," he reassured me.

The doctor smiled briefly. "That's the spirit. Follow these guidelines, and you should be back on your feet soon enough. You're free to go once the nurse brings your brace. Any other questions?"

I shook my head silently, my frustration evident, while Jungkook nodded politely.

I sighed, defeated. The doctor finished up his instructions (none of which I could process in my current state of annoyance), and soon, we were on our way.

In the car

I leaned back in the passenger seat, arms crossed. "So, not only did I not get laid, but I also have a busted ankle. great."

Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head. "You're so stubborn"

As the car slowed at a red light, he glanced over at me. "I'm staying at your place for the next two weeks."

My head snapped toward him. "What?! No, you don't have to—"

"The doctor said you need company," he cut me off.

"I'm not a child, Jungkook!" I exclaimed.

"I know you're not," he shot back, his voice calm but firm. "But you have a sprained ankle. Either you stay at my apartment, or I stay at yours. Your choice."

I groaned, slumping in my seat. "Fine," I muttered, defeated.

A satisfied grin spread across his face. "Stubborn."

"Annoying," I fired back.

But as the car rolled toward my apartment, I couldn't help but feel a small twinge of comfort knowing he'd be there. Even if he was infuriating.

tags??

[skatrambles]

And actually, I'm going a bit insane over all of this - enough that I'm actually posting about my thoughts here, which is rare for me BUT-

So that whole thing with Jayce and Viktor huh (Spoilers for act 2)

I too am dying to know what the hell did Jayce see in the hexcore - like, lbr the whole situation is wild, he's been in there for about a year at least, and he comes out, has no idea what goes on in the world nor does he care, he comes out of it and immediately zones in on trying to take Viktor down. And not only that, he comes out changed, like Viktor did, but while Viktor was changed by the hexcore itself Jayce seems to be changed by Viktor. He has his eye color (I don't have screencaps on hand but in one of the shots he literally had mismatched eyes - one his own, one clearly matching Viktor's original gold eyes) He has his leg brace!!! His hammer's handle looks like Viktor's cane!!! And I'm willing to guess that he has a great deal of Viktor in his head too, perhaps telling him to go and fulfill his failed promise and destroy the hexcore. We see how the hexcore changes people and absorbs them - we see it with Sky, probably Viktor's greatest regret, who, Viktor no doubt feels responsible for - he sees her everywhere after he himself becomes connected to the hexcore. And Jayce? What might be his greatest regret coming out of that core? He didn't fulfill his promise to Viktor, but now he can, and I wouldn't be surprised to learn if he had his own personal hex ghost Viktor to guide him and tell him to pull the trigger... ANYWAYS thanks for coming to my ted talk im chewing on glass as we speak because this show is killing me!!!! And i love it and there's still so much more in my head about it hhh

[wzrd-wheezes]

Riled up. remus lupin x reader

I got it, Remus and reader fighting because she’s complaining about something and he’s in a mood because the full moon is soon and he’s all riled up about it, end it with either smut or fluff I don’t mind either ;)

AN - no this is the smuttiest thing I've ever written so I hope this is okay and not too filthy jsjjfjs. If there's one thing about me.. if ur gonna give me the option to end it with fluff or smut - im gonna end it with smut every time.

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Warnings: kinda toxic!remus like hes just a bit of a prick in this, n this is not a good example of a good relationship. a whole load of sex, daddy kink, choking, smoking and the like. as always minors dni and wrap it before you tap it. Enjoy!

“Remus, you know I hate it when you smoke like that.” Y/N said, looking over to her boyfriend that was chain smoking cigarettes on the balcony of their apartment. 

“And I hate it when you nag at me about it, love.” he replied, tapping ash into the ashtray next to him, “yet, you continue to do it.” 

“I’m just worried about you. There’s no need to jump down my throat about it.” she scowled, turning around and taking a large sip from her coffee. 

“God forbid I want to do something that calms me down when the full moon is soon,” he stubbed his cigarette out harshly, as if to make a point, the glass ashtray rattling against the table with the sheer force of it.  

“Oh, grow up, Remus,” Y/N spat, the grip on her mug tightening as she spoke, “You act like you’re still a fucking teenager sometimes.” She walked over to the kitchen and slammed her mug down on the counter. She hated it when he got like this. The days leading up to the full moon made Remus impossible. He was constantly tired and grumpy. He didn’t have a great temper at the best of times but the full moon only heightened it. It also didn’t help that Remus not sleeping meant that Y/N hadn’t been sleeping, resulting in them both being extremely irritable.  

She heard his footsteps approaching the kitchen and swiftly made an exit, shutting herself in their bedroom.  

“You can’t avoid me all day, darling.” he called out. Even though she couldn’t see him, she just knew that he had that cocky grin on his face. The one that made her feel weak at the knees. The same grin that Remus knew could get him out of anything. They could be arguing and he would flash her that smile and it was as if she couldn’t be mad at him anymore. It infuriated her that he knew exactly how to get her. Y/N sighed, knowing that he was right and opened the door. 

Remus was stood on the other side, leaning against the doorframe, cigarette hanging from his mouth.  

“See? I knew it wouldn’t take you long to come around,” he grinned.  

“It’s like you’re purposefully trying to wind me up today. I fucking hate it when you smoke inside,” she sneered, “and you can wipe that fucking grin off your face as well.”  

“Aw, don’t be like that, baby.” he smirked, leaning back against the wall and taking a drag of his cigarette. “You’re getting all upset over nothin-.”  

He didn’t even have chance to finish his sentence before Y/N had stormed off. She made it all of five steps before Remus swiftly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. 

“Don’t fucking walk away from me when I’m talking to you.” 

“Talking?” she let out a laugh, “You’re such a condescending prick sometimes, you know that?”  

“And you’re a whiny, little, brat sometimes.” he barked, his voice significantly louder now. 

“Fuck you.” 

As fast as lightning Remus had flipped them round so that Y/N’s back was pressed against the wall. Remus had one had above her head, bracing himself on the wall as he towered over her. The grin that was plastered on his face had disappeared. His jaw was clenched and his lips were pressed into a line.  

“You need to watch your fucking mouth before I have to do something about it,” he said roughly, his fingers tangling in her hair.  

“Oh, really?” she retorted, “what are you gonna do about it?” 

 Just as quickly as he did before, he flipped them back around and roughly shoved her down on to her knees. Y/N let out a gasp as her knees hit the floor and she looked up at her boyfriend. 

“What? Cat got your tongue?” Remus goaded, the infamous smirk back on his face. 

“Not at all,” Y/N smirked back at him, reaching up to unzip his jeans. Remus smiled down at her as he leaned against the wall. Y/N took his dick out and eagerly put it in her mouth. 

“Atta girl,” Remus grumbled, taking a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it, “Look so pretty down there with my cock in your mouth.”  

He took a drag of his cigarette while she sucked him off, lazily grabbing a handful of her hair to keep her in place. Letting out a groan, he leaned his head back against the wall, cigarette hanging from his lips as her began fucking her mouth. 

“That’s it, baby. Can’t whine with my cock in your mouth, can you?” he chuckled darkly, “Jus’ what little brats like you need, isn’t it?” 

Y/N looked up at him, tears streaming from her eyes. Remus pulled himself out of her mouth. Her lips were swollen and drool was running down her chin. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” Remus whined, “Gonna be a good girl and let me fuck that pretty pussy of yours, yeah?” 

“Remus, pleas-” 

“S’not my name, baby.” 

“Please, daddy.” she whined 

He smiled down at her smugly and scooped her up in his arms, carrying her into the bedroom. He threw her roughly on the bed, and she scrambled to remove her clothes, throwing them in a heap on the floor. Remus followed suit, his belt dropping to the floor with a clatter as he threw his jeans down. Y/N was spread out on the bed, looking at him needily as he stood over her. Remus dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, grabbing her ankles and dragging her down the bed roughly so that her core was level with his face.  

“Dripping already, baby?” he mused, “Haven’t even touched you yet. If I knew you’d get this turned on just from sucking my cock, I’d have you do it more often.” 

“Can you stop being a cocky little shit and just fuck me already,” Y/N moaned. 

Remus looked at her, grin instantly disappearing from his face.  

“You just don’t learn, do you?” he snapped, “always have to be such a brat.” 

Pulling her underwear to the side, he plunged two fingers inside of her, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. If there was one thing about Remus, it was that he knew exactly what to do to get his girlfriend going. He knew exactly how to make her tick and he prided himself on the fact that he could bring her to the edge in a matter of minutes. He licked at her clit as he pumped his fingers inside of her, smirking against her as he listened to her moans. 

“Please, daddy, I’m close, I’m-” 

He withdrew his fingers abruptly, wiping them on her thigh. Y/N let out a loud gasp. 

“You fucking dick.” she groaned. 

“Watch your fucking mouth. I won’t tell you again.”  

“I just need yo-”  

He cut her off, quickly removing her panties and shoving them in her mouth. Y/N whined in protest, her eyes widening in shock. 

“I won’t tell you again. You better keep those in that pretty mouth until I tell you to take them out, understand?” she nodded in response.  

“Good girl.” 

Remus positioned himself between her legs, looking down at her as he lined himself up. With one fluid motion he was inside her, letting out a deep groan as he felt her clench around him.  

“Feel so fucking good baby. Take my cock so well.”  

He wasted no time and began fucking into her roughly. His hips snapping against her at a quickening pace. Y/N’s moaned were like a drug to him and he couldn’t get enough. He thought that she sounded so pretty when she was whimpering underneath him, the panties in her mouth feebly trying to stifle her moans. She reached up to wrap her arms around him, legs trembling as she chased her high. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand. He smirked as she clenched around him, her moans getting louder and louder. 

“You close, baby?” he asked, looking down at the girl laying beneath him. Y/N nodded frantically and moaned through the makeshift gag. He thrust into her roughly a few more times before pulling out of her again. “Didn’t think I’d let you cum that easy, did you?”  

He reached down pulling the panties from her mouth and tossing them on the floor. He manoeuvred her roughly so that she was on her knees with her face pressed against the mattress. Once again, he entered her, grabbing handfuls of her arse as he fucked her. He smacked his hand against the flesh sharply, earning a loud moan from Y/N, and leaving a large hand print on her skin. Remus’ thrusts became more sloppy as he reached his own climax, reaching round to pull Y/N up so her back was flush against his chest.  

“Want you to look at me when you cum, baby. Gonna come on my cock, yeah?” he said gruffly. 

“Y-yes, daddy.” she let out a strained moan, “so close.”  

Her eyes all but glazed over as she reached her peak, seeing stars as she clenched around him. Remus wrapped a hand around her throat, holding her in place as he fucked into her. Letting a strangled moan, came inside her, her body going limp against him. 

“Fuck.” she gasped. 

“You okay?” he asked, collapsing on the bed and pulling her towards him. 

“More than okay.” she smiled, her eyes fluttering shut as she snuggled into him. 

[starkeyboy]

coward. | conrad fisher x reader

as series that i’m gonna try and go with! THIS HAS S2 SPOILERS

enjoy ;)

part. one.

i took a deep breath. it’s been 2 years since everything happened. i left cousins for the summer and never came back. not my choice, it was my parents. they got a divorce and my dad could no longer afford the house down here. but here i was. back in cousins. in front of a house i once called home. i barely ever stayed at mine. this was more my home than what my parents bought, and here i was.

my hand was so close to knocking, one millimeter away when i backed out. i didn’t deserve to see them anymore. i left them without even saying i was. true fully, i didn’t know i wasn’t coming back till my dad broke the news that he was selling it. but i have conrad’s number, and i didn’t have the nerve of telling him.

i took a step back as i admired the door. i couldn’t bring myself to knock or ring the doorbell. i really couldn’t. they would be mad at me. they would ask me all these questions when i barely knew the answers myself.

i was a coward. and once again, i left.

…

i was at rosie’s, getting some pies for something that my dad wanted to throw for the first summer back. i was able to avoid the fishers and the conklins for a few weeks now and yes, it’s hard. the amount of times i was gonna knock on that door or purposely go get muffins in the early morning, just maybe running into jeremiah or conrad, or maybe even steven and belly. but i decided against it, i can’t do that to them. i don’t deserve them anymore.

…

jeremiahs pov

“was that your stomach?” i said laughing and looking at belly. she glared at me and chuckled.

“i haven’t eaten since this morning jere,” she said.

“rosie’s is just off the road,” i suggested and she nodded like crazy.

“i think i’ll get-”

“blueberry” we both at the same time, we laughed and ordered our pies.

as we were waiting, i saw someone familiar looking at the fruits. i squinted, trying to focus on who that was. my eyes widened as i pulled belly away from nicole.

“what the hell jere?” she brushed me off and apologized to nicole but i only shushed her as i pointed to the girl. “it’s that?” belly looked at me in shock.

“y/ns back” i said as i immediately moved away from belly and ran over to y/n.

…

y/ns pov

i got startled when a hand was put on my shoulder and turning me around. but when my eyes connected with jeremiah, i stumbled back. how did he find me? was he just here conveniently? oh god…was conrad here? i looked around him for a second when my eyes connected with belly.

“y/n, i can’t believe your back!” i looked back at jeremiah as i was still in shock.

“what? oh yeah, im back” i laughed awkwardly. i looked around again, to see if conrad was here but i saw no one else. just jere and belly.

“are you looking for someone?” belly said as she walked over to us. i looked at them again and shook my quickly.

“huh? no no, absolutely not looking for anyone.” i said as i looked at the fruit. “just looking at getting some more mangos” i again, i laughed even more awkwardly.

“are you okay? you don’t seem like yourself,” jere said. these were the questions i was talking about. soon there’ll be; where did you go? what happened? are your parents okay? how are you dealing with the divorce? which they probably don’t even know about the divorce.

“i’m fine, completely fine.” i said as i smiled. it was a relief seeing them tho. after all these years, they barely changed. other than the fact that jere has muscular arms now and belly has no braces or glasses and a grown women’s body. “what are you guys doing here?” i asked.

“belly’s hungry and not gonna like, i am too. we’re trying to find conrad,” jeremiah said as soon as belly jabbed him in the ribs. i furrowed my eyebrows. trying to find conrad. i thought i saw him at the store a few days ago.

“what do you mean? is he not with the family this year? i saw him at the store,” i told them as belly’s eyes lighted up but jeres down casted to me.

“did no one tell you? conrad didn’t tell you?” he said as he repeated himself.

“what do you mean, tell me? what was he supposed to tell me?” i questioned as i grew more worried. was conrad okay? was he in danger at the store that whole time and i ignored him?

belly and jeremiah looked at each other and sighed. jere put his hand on my shoulder as he brought me close. “moms gone y/n. susannah is gone.”

i don’t think i’ve felt my heart break more than it did in that moment. i felt tears spring to my eyes. i shook my head and i denied them.

“she’s not gone jere,” i whispered. “i swear, she can’t be,” i broke down. jeremiah held me close to him and he let a few tears roll down as well.

…

i was behind jeremiah and belly as we drove the summer house. i guess those times of me almost knocking on the door was bad idea. no one was home. other than conrad but he wouldn’t have answered, he can’t even answer his phone.

when we pulled up jeremiah jumped out the car and pounded through door yelling for conrad. i got out and walked behind belly, slowly. i saw jeremiah talk to someone and knew immediately that it was con.

“jeremiah, the house is being put up for sell.” he said calmly as he put his hand on his chest to push him back. belly looked confused as she came to his vision.

“what do you mean it’s for sell?” she said as she looked at him.

“what is she doing here?” he said as he looked at jeremiah. i finally walked into the room last and i locked eyes with conrad after 2 years. it was like i could finally breathe. he was right in front of me. he looked at me softly and his eyes teared up.

“y/n?” he whispered as jere pulled belly towards him. moving her out of the way gently. i nodded and he walked to me and hovered his hands over me.

“it’s me connie,” i said quietly. that was what got him. and me. he pulled me into a hug immediately.

“i needed you”

[heart-buzz]

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[theromanticjedi]

Viktor was a smart man- IS! He is a smart man, but Jayce, gods he makes Viktor feel so stupid.

Jayce x Viktor

Warnings: Talk about real world probloms?

A/N: Viktor is an Enviormental science student who is active in political and social probloms. He works at a small student owned human rights campain and makes posts about it on his socials. Jayce is an Engineer student. Who works at a small restaraunt. And helps Viktor figure out logistics. As a viktor kinnie looking for my irl Jayce, I approve this message.

"Okay, maybe choosing not to live in the dorms was stupid." Viktor huffs as He and Jayce walk back to their flat after classes. "Better accomidations at the flat." Jayce says not really looking up from his new work scedule, untill Viktor stops him from walking into traffic. "Eh, I could handle the stairs but walking in the cold, no." "Could you?" Jayce says a little dazed from getting pulled. "I dunno, probably." "But could you handle living with classmates?" Jayce smirks. "Eh, I live with you." "But thats diffrent." Jayce laughs as Viktor opens the door to the appartment building for him. "Is it now?" Viktor hums as Jayce unlockes the flat. "Isent it?" Jayce responds faking heart brake. "I mean, you are a classmate that I live with." Viktor reasons. "But you like living with me." Jayce smirks as he starts rummaging through the cabnits. "Hm." Vik hums as he lays his bag on his bed and starts taking out his home work. "Dont you?" Jayce says starting to dig into a bad of chips. "I suppose so. And dont eat all of thoes." Jayce smiles at that. "Would you rather cook?" Viktor thinks about it for a moment. "No. Order in, I have, eh a lot of work to do." "Homework?" Jayce asks placeing an order for there regular meals. "Mhm, and some personal studies." Jayce nods looking up at Viktor. "What kind of personal studies?" Viktor pulls off his sweater in favor of his "homosexual tendencies" t- shirt. He tried not to smile when he sees Jayce blush. "The normal kind." Jayce smiles and hands Viktor a hoodie knowing he gets cold. "Good luck saving the world, V. Ill text you when the food gets here." Viktor smile as Jayce once again proves how perfect he is. Trading his black jeans and stability brace for ball shorts and a fabric brace, he climbs into bed and opens his laptop. The image of him and Jayce doing some cheap face masks they got greet him. He hates to admit that he likes Jayce, and he wont unless directly asked. After a few minutes he hears his phone buzz but ignores it favor of a study about low life expectancy in low income areas.

Jayce lays all the food out on the coffee table and checks to see if Viktor has responded. When he sees he hasent Jayce decides to go get him. "V? Food's here." Viktor pushes his glasses up by rubbing his eyes. "Ah, yes. Sorry." Jayce gives a sentimental smile "No problem." After a moment they are both sitting on the couch food in hand and scrolling through tv. "Hey, V?" "Hm?" Viktor responds a mouthful of food. "...I dont see you as another classmate." Jayce confesses not making eye contact. "What do you mean, Jayce?" Viktor asks trying to decipher what exactly Jayce ment. "I mean, I feel close to you. I like you." Viktor laughs "Thats a relief, it would suck if you hated your flat mate-" "Viktor. I like, you." Jayce says more firmly looking at the other man now. "Oh." Viktor says quietly. "I..Im not good at talking about feelings but..I like you too."

A/N: i kinda lost modivation for this ive had a long day, but if you want more of this au or if you have any advice please shoot me an ask. Im always looking for inspo and mutuals.

[loneliestluvr]

𝑻𝒐 𝑴𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝑰 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑮𝒐, 𝒊𝒊𝒊.

i. ii. iii.

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x Archeron OC

Synopsis: Caught up in a world of hollow grief for her people, her life, and her father, Blair Archeron is forced into a life under the light she wants no part of after ghosting through immortality since being Made. But what she finds, is not what she expects.

Warnings: beron😒, abuse in general(like triggering af please be warned), me being a rhysand hater, brief suicidal thoughts

Word Count: 4.1k— this took me all day to write(from 7-9 am and then 3-now please be thankful😞🙏🏼)

taryn thinks: YES I DID CHANGE THE NAME. IT FITS BETTER. I HAD NO IDEA WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS WHEN I STARTED. HUSH. i would like to choose this very moment to tell you there will be a happy ending and to say they WILL end up with babies. still unsure how many parts this will be though 💃🏼 im just a gorl. @readychilledwine this is my payment for that tamlin baby and domestic fluff(smut if you’d like) bonus chapter for lost bonds 🤗

There was glass shattered on the floor by the windows.

Eris’s head was down as he stood before his father, pieces of deep auburn hair hanging by his eyes as he tried not to move and tried not to let any emotion pass over his face. Just as Beron expected when he took his lashings— whether that be from a whip, his tongue, or his powers.

However indignant, the fact his father had chosen his tongue today was a mercy.

“You are insignificant,” Beron seethed, spit spraying from his mouth as he yelled. The deep, cruel, voice booming off the walls of his fathers study. “—a bastard, truly. A bastard because you surely can not be this stupid and be born of me. A worthless excuse for a first son.”

Eris kept his stature wane, making himself small for his father despite the fact he was a few good inches taller than the male.

Sometimes, he thought the High Lord’s need to belittle and denigrate everyone around him, raise his voice and grow violent, was driven by some sort of lust. For power, respect, whatever it may be. Something he lacked.

That maybe the fact he put energy into minimizing his court, his family, his wife even, was because he didn’t even respect himself. That he needed to create room for his anger and hatred by pushing others down.

What had happened to him that made him so cruel? Is this how his father had been to him? Was this love to him?

“How is it that we’ve only just learned there’s a fourth sister, Eris? Tell me,” Beron’s voice grew lethally quiet as he spoke and Eris forced himself to breathe, bracing mentally. “—tell me so I know who better to put on the throne instead of your pathetic fucking excuse of life.”

His words grated against his ears, voice tight and angry and again growing louder as he spoke.

Another glass was thrown, and shattered. Hitting the wall so close to Eris’s head that a piece flew at him, slicing across his cheek lightly. He barely moved.

The crystal thin enough, knife-like enough, that he felt the warmth of his blood start to slowly seep from his skin.

Like moisture collecting on the petal of a white poppy in the early morning dew when he sat in the meadows by the Forest House, Saydee’s head in his lap as he talked to the earth. A small reprieve from the chaos of the palace.

Eris was there, in his mind.

Petting his hounds grey coat as he whispered, just as he always did when the sun came over the horizon and woke for the day. Like he had since he was just a faeling sitting in his mothers lap as she did the same.

His mother had explained it so gently one morning, sat in the grass, about when the sun comes over the skyline to say good morning. Not to speak too loudly or too brash so that he didn’t startle the earth, because she too deserved kindness. The Mother.

So almost everyday for as long as he could remember, he sat in that meadow, lazing in the tall grasses as those vibrant hues of blue and orange and pink and yellow streaked across the sky— and he whispered to Her.

About his hopes and dreams that would never be fulfilled or sought after, talked of the life he wished to have. That he wished his own mother had. Asked for her days to be gentler, kinder, prayed on every wild dandelion he found, for someone to share his days with, to talk to— however boring.

And he had. He had his dogs, and he had the fields surrounded with the creeks that ran through their property, and he had the sky.

He wished he was there most of the time. So he created a place in his head, to escape in moments like this.

Acres of meadows, full of flowers and taller grass than he could dream of. Up to his hips, his bloodhounds disappearing beneath the blades as he strolled leisurely. Hands wading through the soft thicket. Sometimes he dreamed of others with him, his mother, Lucien, someone else.

Locked away that piece of himself to disappear into whenever being in his body became too much.

It’s where he had spent nearly fifty torturous years Under the Mountain, spending every waking moment protecting the female who had raised him for his father didn’t care to. Spending fifty years away from those grasslands and that beautiful savoy grandeur. His meadows.

Throwing stick after stick out into those pastures as he walked further and further, his best girl running every time he threw— chasing bunnies and jumping into the streams. Getting lost in his mind. When he knew it was morning, which was so very rare down in that dark and decrepit nightmare, he prayed. He prayed for some divine force to step in, for Her to save him and his family. To be kinder. The first time he cried and spoke his despair aloud, Feyre Archeron had come three days later.

Eris was deep in fern grasses as the blood dripped down his face, but he still did not move.

He hadn’t even taken his coat and finery off from Hewn City yet, having told his father he was coming from the lookout on the northern border. He didn’t bring attention to it.

He heard his fathers deep breath and the creaking of the chair behind his desk as he sat, maybe seeing reason now that the heady scent of his sons blood filled his study.

“You will go to Rhysand as soon as possible,” Beron started, pinching the bridge of his nose. Eris still didn’t look up, just blinked at the floor. “—do what you must. Find a way in, figure out what else those wretched girls took from us. I do not care if you kill or maim or whatever else takes your interest these days.”

His voice trailed off as if remembering something significant and Eris heard the wood groan again and then footsteps, his heart remaining steady despite the screaming that filled his head. Then he saw the polished toes of Beron’s shoes.

“You always were the smartest of my sons. So much like me, so brutal.”

Male pride laced those words. Eris wanted to throw up, he wanted to scream, and he did want to kill. He wanted to kill the man before him, wanted to kill the ruination that circled this court. That ripped its beauty from her chest, chewed it up, and spat it out.

But he did not move.

A hand gripped his chin, turning his face to the side and up. Eris let his eyes flick to his fathers face and saw the warning there.

“Where did you get this.” It wasn’t a question, Eris knew.

“I was playing with Saydee and tripped too close to a jagged rock, it cut me. It didn’t hurt.”

Beron released his chin if only to land a sharp slap on his other cheek and then immediately grabbed his face again. His grip burned, like molten ire, making the flesh of his cheeks dig into his teeth.

“Where did you get it.”

“I was practicing my swordsmanship with Brenton and he sliced me with his rapier, it was an accident. He got the proper punishment for hurting me.”

Beron released his son’s face and stepped back.

“Get out, don’t let your mother see you.”

Doubtless that the reason he wanted him gone was because he didn’t want his sons blood to drip onto those precious carpets.

Eris didn’t need to be told twice, so he walked. As calmly as he could until he got to his rooms, making sure to take the long way around and avoid where his mother was no doubt waiting by her own door to hear Eris’s footsteps walk by.

To know he was safe, or to know what his father did. Either way, he didn’t want her to see him like this.

Closing the door behind him, he finally loosed a breath, opening his eyes as he shucked off his jacket and draped it over the chaise by the hearth. Walking to his tray of decanters, lightly touching the blood on his face with one hand as he picked a bottle up in the other.

His scarred fingers came back crimson.

A slow boiling rage, like simmering sugar, filled his body. His muscles, gritting his teeth silently. Grip growing tight as he looked at that blood.

And then that was all he saw as the glass bottle shattered into the brick fireplace, sending the flames roaring and him stumbling back a few steps into the post of his bed.

He hadn’t noticed it was lit, vision glazed over.

He was breathing heavily, eyes wide as he watched the flames fulminate, casting an orange glow on his room and his face. So bright and wild he felt the heat from feet away as he watched the fire roar and gutter back down.

Eris thought that maybe he really wasn’t any better than the man that sired him at all.

Spring in Velaris was beautiful.

The mid-day sun warmed the air around the River House, a gentle breeze kissing Blair’s skin and ruffling through her curled hair.

She’d let her little sister braid it back this morning, a thin coronet that made a beautiful pleated flower on the back of her head. Though her loose bangs tickled her eyes, Blair thought she had looked rather pretty.

She wasn’t so outside of her body when she sat in the open air. And she felt… alright.

Though she would have preferred a fir to scale, as they allowed for easier climbing, but the willow she had found herself in made for a good view of Elain working in Feyre’s garden.

It was a welcome change from her window. Like there was no need to run away and hide in the forests of her mind, digging her own hands into the soul of the earth just to make sure her mind didn’t numb away.

She was almost laying down against the bark, the large trunk and spindling branches wide enough two people could have sat up here side by side. As uncomfortable as it may have been, the rough corking crust digging into wherever it touched through her pale yellow gown, it felt like home.

It’d been a week since Starfall at the House of Wind, almost a month since that all too brief introduction she had made to the world in Hewn City on Winter Solstice. Of Prythian’s world, at least.

Blair hadn’t expected anything for it, she had been there for a short half hour and had been… occupied the whole time.

Sometimes her skin still burned when she was alone. In the bath, when she stirred honey into her tea, late at night in the too cool sheets of her bed.

She’d felt her own since Hewn City, able to think and manage conversations, elating to Feyre and Elain and she quite enjoyed conversing with her little sisters now. But she still laid by the fire, night after night just to feel that warmth fill her.

But after that, after the surplus of gifts from their small gathering that followed, presents hadn’t stopped when the Solstice holiday ended— but they weren’t coming from her family.

Baskets and boards and chests and boxes were sent to Rhysand’s palace and then were brought to the House. Welcoming’s and courtiers from every place in Prythian it seemed, branching out to welcome her.

Well wishes, mostly. Some off-notes and letters, claiming that Blair Archeron’s beauty could be used to fix the rifts in this continent and between courts. That had been the most absurd one, a letter for Rhysand asking for her hand in marriage. He laughed as he read it to her, sitting by the window— knees tucked into her chest.

It angered her more than anything. That she was already a prize to be had, or that it was Rhys they were asking.

Slowly, as days passed and she spent more time outside breathing clear air, the anger grew. The realizations came in waves, of things she had missed, times where she should have spoke up and didn’t.

Resentment, frustration, shame, guilt.

She didn’t let it show, bottling it up and shoving it down. Killing the urges inside her to scream at everyone, to bellow and seeth and grow violent. Something so awake in her, gnashing and bloody teethed. The need to give into that voice in her head that told her to let it go.

That she needed to in order to go on, in order to have a sense of normalcy. That exploding was the only was to settle her bones. She felt particularly nasty towards Rhysand.

The betterment he had to achieve and grovel over, should grovel over, was stacked against the High Lord.

The anger was what took her the most, forcing her fingers to loosen the grip she had on her fork at dinner nightly as she listened to him ramble and laugh. Watched Feyre go on like she would not die having his child, closer and closer to being due.

She wanted to watch him bleed as her sister was going to.

Wanted to scream for all he had made Nesta do.

The entitlement.

But Blair buried it.

So she would glare to herself when he wasn’t looking, lip pulled back slightly and passed off as a twitch, before she took in what was sent as an attempt to woo her.

Blair had thought they were for Feyre in all honesty, before Cassian explained that it was bad luck. A few days ago when he walked with her along the Sidra— Elain had dragged her out and in return she made the Illyrian come with her— he had said it was a grim omen and wish of terrible luck to send an expecting mother gifts for a babe that hadn’t yet been born. To the fae at least.

She listened mindlessly. Noting the scent of her older sister that came from him in waves. She needed to talk to Nesta, and soon. A conversation was owed on both ends.

The thin parchment of the book she was reading scraped against the soft pads of Blair’s fingers as she leaned back against the large trunk of the willow.

Vines of cream wisteria flowing in the soft wind that sent the caps of her bell sleeves fluttering, watching Elain out of the corner of her eye as she dug her bare hands into the soil. Choosing not to use the enchanted gloves Lucien had gifted to her as she tended to the flower beds at the back of the house.

Despite the cool air surrounding Blair from the river flowing a few paces away, a warmth bloomed past her skin, not from the sun, but from something else, and her chest melted or sparked or roared as she saw a flash of deep auburn hair— walking towards where she was in the tree.

The second oldest Archeron’s brow furrowed so slightly. That scent— that heated mahogany and citrus, burning embers, floated to her on a soft wind and brushed through her hair in a soothing caress.

Eris’s hand skimmed along the brush of a white rose hedge as he strolled, his gait loose but strong. Blair kept her focus on the pages she was reading, but a sudden pounding in her heart had her unable to focus on any of the words.

She heard him approach, feet light and careless, she wouldn’t have heard it if she were still human. But with her new ears, the new senses she was still getting used to, she could.

The feet stopped, just under her, and Blair flipped the page. The thin and gauzy skirt of her dress draped and hung down the branch she lounged on, leg crossed over the other.

Eris cleared his throat then, and Blair could see his tall stature blurred in the peripheral of her vision. Hands tucked appropriately behind his back.

“I’m shocked Rhys let you come here, especially with my baby sister in her condition.” Blair said without lifting her head to look at him. Eris hid his smile by lowering his head. “Or should I be worried you’ve come to steal Nesta away? She’s not here, by the way.”

The words poured out of her mouth so quickly that Elain lifted her head in wonder, the same furrow as her older sister’s she’d seen play out in her face so many times. Rhys was standing with his arms crossed on the stone walkway when Elain looked to the back doors. Not pleased, but something willing.

“Now, smart, beautiful thing.” He tsked his tongue, amusement lacing every word. “I wanted to see you, and I told you that Nesta was not what I wanted anymore.”

Blair lifted her head at that, looking down at his wretchedly beautiful face and he smiled that wicked smile at her that spoke of pure sin. The level of her belief was in her eyes.

Whatever he offered that was big enough for Rhys to allow him to come to Velaris, she didn’t believe it would be just for her. Eris had given something to gain something— that’s what they all said of him.

“I told him I’d spoil our fun and tell my father of our plans or he could let me see you and I’d send a legion tomorrow for him to direct.” Eris added, as if reading her mind or face or body. She forced herself to keep looking at him.

“I could have met with you somewhere else.”

“Would you have? Left this place?” A raise of his brows.

Blair didn’t know, she didn’t know why she said it. Why her tongue just moved before she could think with him. Her eyes said as much and then a sudden, unknown, panic filled her and the life guttered so quickly from her eyes.

“It is safer here anyway.” Eris said lightly a few seconds later, followed by a quiet sigh.

There was a thin white gash along his cheek, almost healed, but it wasn’t there the last time she’d seen him. Blair remembered every inch of his face whether she wanted to or not. A face that followed her.

“No gift to try and sweep me into a marriage with you?” She said as gently as she could, face a bit flat.

“I thought I gave you one.” Eris smiled and at Blair’s squinted eyes, he continued. She closed her book and tossed it to the ground, narrowly missing him as it thudded to the ground. “Our dances, I did give you three I believe. Is that not the correct number in the mortal realm when a male is courting a female?”

The female blinked down at him, pausing as she swung her legs over the side of the branch, face drawing ever tighter and then she couldn’t control it.

It was the wording that sent her laughing she supposed. The sound rich and full of life, not empty and deserted or even strained, a song that skittered over Eris’s skin. Soft and silky as a fawn’s coat, gentle and easy as a gliding dove.

“I suppose,” Blair started, grunting slightly as she slid on her stomach— using the little strength she had in her arms to hold tight to the trunk she was dangling from. “—if we were in the mortal realm.” Blair panted slightly and Eris’s mouth formed a tight line as he watched the female struggling to climb back to the ground.

Her palms quickly formed indents from the grooves and bumps and ridges she clung to, nails digging into the wood.

“But,” Slipping slowly, trying to find a place for her dangling bare feet to land or stick to so she didn’t drop seven or eight feet right to the grass. The thin sleeves of her dress catching and snagging on sharp ribs in the bark. “—I so graciously have the rest of my immortal life ahead of me,”

“Would you…” Eris’s hands trail off as he watched, hands behind his back and head tilted.

“I have choices, to make—” Blair interrupted, toes splaying as she reached and reached for the next thing down but there was just nothing. “So I think it fair I take,” She huffed, hands slipping and sweating as she tried to grapple. “My,”

Eris raised an amused brow to her backside, arms crossing over his chest as he just watched. Her full body dangling there and then Blair yelped, right hand slipping and then she was falling with a gasp.

Eris was there a second later, large hands firmly gripping her waist as her knees bent over something. Scratching up her hands as she went, skin ripping on the rough bark and she grappled for anything. Body twisting.

It was Eris who caught her, who she tangled herself onto so she wouldn’t slam against the ground. Panting, heart beating, arms around his neck before she looked at him.

Blue, rust-flecked eyes met amber ones.

“Time.” She whispered, staring at his face. He’d caught her. She couldn’t tell if it was her pulse she could feel inside her hand, or his, as it held to the junction between his neck and shoulder. His eyes flicked down.

“Yellow was a choice, my dear Blair.” She scrambled from his arms, dropping another foot before touching the ground as she stood on her own again.

“I like yellow.” She spoke quietly, brushing her hands along her dress and halting when it streaked the fabric with a dirty red. Looking up at him with a breath, she crossed her arms instead.

“Beautiful as a rare star, then.”

Blair rolled her eyes.

“What is it you want, Eris?”

The male nearly fell to his knees at the look in her eyes, the sound of his name on her tongue for the first time.

Out loud, that is. He’d rewatched her beautiful lips play with it in his head for the past month, over and over. Kept it for himself, for when he was alone or bored or…

Eris feigned a pout.

“No polite courtier? I just saved you, my fair damsel.” He said, face serious until he smiled again and Blair started walking back towards the house. Rhys mouth twisted into a satisfied smirk as he watched.

“I do not need saving, the worst that would have happened was a few scratches or a bruise. I would have lived.” Even if she didn’t particularly care to. She didn’t say that out loud, though. But the despair seeped into something, she didn’t care enough to stop and think about the feeling.

“Mm,” He hummed, following behind her. “I suppose so.” He wanted to grab her, to touch and feel her beneath the flesh of his hands just because. Something inside his chest dragging him along behind her, he was not himself.

Blair just kept walking, right up the stones and the marble stairs off the back of the house, feet padding to the doors. Eris stopped at the steps where Rhys made him halt.

“Don’t let them hold you.” Eris called and she looked over her shoulder just briefly before flinging the doors open and disappearing inside the house that was warded off. Eris couldn’t follow after her if he wanted to.

“You saw her. For whatever reason you needed, she clearly did not have an interest in the same.” Rhys sighed, stepping in front of Elain subconsciously as Eris stood there— still looking into the House. “Now leave my city before I kill you, you know not to speak of this place to anyone.”

Eris was still staring after her when he disappeared in a rush of wind and warm light.

Elain looked back at the tree where her sister and the male had come through moments ago, only to find a particular trail of higher grass where Blair had walked and suddenly grown dandelions were blooming.

From the slam of the back door seconds later and the vacant yard that Elain was now left alone in, nobody else had noticed.

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[loseractivities]

do you have any stuilly headcanons

ya heres some

- billy os extremely insecure about his music taste and the only person who actually knows what he listens to is stu

- billy is also an extremely picky eater and stu is again the only person who rlly knows what foods he likes

- speaking of food stuff bakes billy stuff sometimes its always terrible and has some sort of writing in icing on it

- billy = cigarettes, stu = weed (billy only smokes weed for a reason besides being gay to be gay and stu only smokes cigarettes if billys already put his mouth on it) 🤮🤮🏳️‍🌈EW GAY!!!?

- billy sleeps terrible unless next to stu (he just says stus bed is comfortable)

- billy = cat, stu = dog (i will never shut up about this)

- both billy and stu have had braces. billy got them first so stu picked on him and brought it up all the time; "says the guy with braces" etc, till he got them and then decided they were awesome

- both billy and stu got piercings at some point.when idk maybe they gave em to each other dude idk be creative

- (enneagram) billy 6w7, stu 7w8

- (zodiac) BILLY IS CAPRICORN STU IS LEO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! do they have canon birthdays? idk

- stu = doesnt read because he doesnt have an attention span, billy = has a good attention span but doesnt read because hes dyslexic

- have been friends since very young like forever

- with that being said ever since they were super young stu has been extremely loyal (devastatingly so) and would pretty much just blindly trust anything billy said or did or told him to do (not to say he didnt wanna do the things billy would say to do, he just wants anything billy wants cus they matched each others 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴)

- rhey uh.. they uh match each others 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 uhh

- billy has no other friends, stu has a lot of friends that he simply just does not care about one millionth as much

- both are (obviously) very rebellious, murder is not the only crime they commit, billy just keeps it more on the down low

- also i feel like billy would be really good at picking locks but stu would actually be so terrible

- billy rambles about horror movies endlessly...stu listens...stu may not be listening...but he loves billys voice(he wont remember anything he said)

- stu also rambles but more-so about random events in life

- stus faster than billy

- they are both privileged white boys but i think stu has more money than billy so he will tease him about that too

- billy = autism, stu = adhd (wow. so original i wonder if anyone has said fhat before /sarc) im jk i love this headcanon

- stu gives billy gifts and stuff way more often than billy gives gifts to him, however when they were younger it was the opposite billy would be leavin dead animals/bugs at his windowsill💀💀(if stu brings up that phase in any sense he gets beaten and gaslighted into believing billy never did fhat)

- bonus i think stu wears contacts and refuses glasses i lovr that headcanon

thank for coming to my ted talk

[tastyad4349]

In the self interest of seeing more of your delightful writing, and to, I hope, distract as you’ve asked for in the past. I have this idea.

I will brace myself for a public shaming should my idea be grammatically incorrect, and, worst of all, gross.

The idea is of a romantic candle light love making, that starts so tender, kissing each other’s tears away, that turns more passionate and desperate as the lovers can hardly contain towards the end. The kisses and perfect entwining catching fire and becoming legs wrapped around and moaning and holding closer and closer, that becomes catching their breath together and talking in the light of the near spent candles

With a possible twist of a tearful happy Mother’s Day. A couple who have tried for so long to conceive both wishing this to be the night they start their family and consoling each other in their passions

Respectfully,

- MLA

Well that flattery will get you far in life. And thank you for the distraction :) @my-lusty-archive

Absolutely no need for fear of public shaming, this is so sweet! Nothing gross about it. I'm going to put a little spin on it just cuz im feeling something but ill write you another if you dont like it, okay?

This came out longer than I thought it would.

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You come home from work to find that I've set the dining room table with the fancy dinner plates and some unlit candles. We usually eat at the kitchen island or on the couch over a movie. Its not your birthday or mine, and its not our anniversary either. I come down the stairs wearing my robe and smile when I see you. "Hi baby" I say before walking up to you, putting one hand on your cheek and the other around the back of your head and kissing you deeply. When I pull away you ask "Our anniversary is next month, right? I didn't forget, did I?" I laugh and reply "Yes, it's next month.". You still look confused and ask "Did we hit the lottery?". I laugh again, "A girl can't spoil her husband a little bit just because?" before walking into the kitchen to take dinner off the stove, its a simple pasta primavera with garlic bread and I've made a raspberry cheesecake for desert, we'll see later if it came out any good though. You follow me into the kitchen to ask "Am I in trouble?" I turn to you and say "No, you're not. Please take this to the table and I'll grab some glasses and a bottle of wine."

You do as you're told and I follow you with the bottle and glasses in my hand and pour for each of us and light the candles. You make a point to pull my chair out for me and it makes me laugh again while I thank you. We're not these kinds of people but I'm having fun playing. I ask you about your day and you ask me about mine. I take a second helping and so do you. "I made a cheesecake for desert, but maybe we should wait a while. It's better the longer it has time to cool, anyways." I smile at you and lean back with my hands on my stomach, we both just ate more than usual but my cooking came out surprisingly well tonight. "You haven't touched your wine, should we make a toast?" You say, pouring yourself another glass. "I'm not really feeling wine tonight" I say, holding eye contact with you. "Okay, do you want me to get you a glass of water?" You ask, confused. "Im not sure if I'll be feeling wine for a while." I repeat, hands still on my stomach. "I'll get you some water." You go to stand "baby" I say, and you look at me. "It's literally right there, you should have something to drink." You gesture toward the kitchen. You're not getting it. "You don't know what today is, do you?" Now you look like you're going to get in trouble again.

"I had a suspicion last week so I took a test. Then I went to the doctor yesterday to make sure, I didn't want to get your hopes up just to let you down." You're staring at me like I have an equation on my face you're trying to solve. "Today *is* a holiday, it's never meant much to me before. I always thought it was bullshit and just made up by card companies to make money. But now I think I kinda like the idea of it." You're still staring at me and your eyes are going wild trying to figure out my not-so-subtle riddle. "It's mothers day, baby."

All the color in your face disappears and your mouth hangs open. You stare at me and I cant read your expression this time. "I'm 9 weeks, I thought I missed my period because of stress but apparently-" you're on me in a second. Your hands holding my face as you kiss me. Hard. Like I hold the air you need to breathe. You don't disconnect from me as you guide me to stand out of my chair and one arm finds itself around the small of my back, pulling me to you.

You finally disconnect to look into my eyes like you're waiting for a "just kidding!" that never comes. "I knew you looked even more beautiful than usual" you pander. "Shut up, get off me you fool." I say laughing as I paw at your chest to push you off of me. I walk away from you to stand a few feet away. Then I untie my robe to reveal the lacey set im wearing. I picked the one that I though most made me look pregnant. It's mostly dinner, though. My belly doesn't really look bigger at all, though I can't say the same for my tits that are spilling out. I pose with one hand on top of and one below my belly "you couldn't tell by how fat I've been getting?" I ask, pushing my belly out as far as I can for emphasis. Your face drops. You stare at me with absolutely no expression on your face whatsoever. Shit. Its a real thing that men can become deeply unattracted to their wives with pregnancy.

I suck my belly back in and start to grab at the sides of my robe to pull it closed but you stalk right up in front of me and pull my hands away. "Sorry" I say looking at your still unchanged expression.

You bend down and literally sweep me right off my feet. One arm under my knees and the other behind my shoulders, you carry me up the stairs and into the bedroom "fire safety!" I yell, the candles are still lit on the table. "This whole house can burn down around us for all I care, I'm fucking you right now." I feel my body go rigid, I love when you talk to me like this but it's not very often I see you so... feral.

You take us into the bedroom and I see you want to throw me on the bed but you pause and place me slowly instead. "Sorry, precious cargo" I laugh, hysterically as you step back from the bed and begin to unbutton your shirt. Your eyes never leave me as you do it. You unbutton your pants and remove them as well and then quickly after your boxers are gone and you're standing before me in all your glory, almost entirely erect.

"So I guess I dont have to be worried about you finding me unattractive like this" you look me dead in the eyes when you say "I didn't think it was possible to find you sexier than I did before, I was wrong." I push myself back on the bed and open my legs in front of you "care to prove it? Fast or slowly, whichever you prefer."

Its takes you about a half a second before you're on your knees in front of the bed and pulling off my panties. Then you're grabbing my inner thighs and pushing them open wider. You feast on me like a man starved and even though I watch it happen it still catches me off guard. You take three fingers and enter me, curling them as your tongue rolls around my clit. I'm cumming on your tongue faster than I probably ever have before. The room goes blurry and I'm seeing stars as I pant your name to the heavens.

I lay there on the bed, wrecked. When you stand up and start pumping yourself in front of me. "I needed to say thank you first, but now im going to take my time." I lift my head as my vision comes back and you climb on the bed between my legs, your arms on either side of me you kiss me again, deeply and I can still taste myself on you. My hands find either side of your face as I pull you in as close to me as possible. I also lift my leg up and hook around your ass, trying to pull my favorite part of you to me as well.

You pull out of our kiss to say "we're going slower now. I need you to feel what this means to me." Your voice is shallow as you look into my eyes. Then you get back up and pull me so my ass is at the side of the bed and you stand between my legs. You take my legs, one by one and put my ankles over your shoulders. You then take your cock and drag it up and down my folds, setting me shivering. You enter me, painfully slow and begin to rock into me. As you do you slowly bend down towards me, taking my legs with you and folding me like a pretzel. You reach behind my back to unclasp my bra and pull it off my arms and throw it behind you. You lean in again and kiss me slow and tender as you knead my breasts in your hands. They're more sensitive than they've ever been and it has me moaning into your mouth, breathless. You continue to roll your hips into me, and I can feel myself pulsing around you. You unexpectedly break our kiss and stand back up slowly, holding my legs in place as you go. Then you begin to thrust with a little more force.

With your arms around the outside of my legs to keep them in place, you place your hands below my belly button as you make your way deeper and deeper inside me. I see a tear escape and run down your face as you stare at your hands, right over where our baby grows. "Baby- " I say, pleading with you "it's real". We've been trying for almost two years before this finally happened. You look up at my face and its like you flicked a switch. Your hands stay over my womb as you begin to drive into me harder and harder, and thank the gods for it because I need this release. You rut into me faster while you move one of your hands lower so your thumb can reach my clit. You rub and pull and apply pressure in that special way that only you do and I am whimpering your name as you spill into me over and over again.

Once you've finished and I'm laying limp on the bed, you walk into the bathroom to clean yourself, then wet a rag that you come back in the bedroom to clean me up with. You then sit up in bed and reach down to hold my under my arms and pull me up next to you like a rag doll. I snuggle into your side and lay my head on your shoulder, looking up at you.

After a long silence i ask "So I take it you're pissed about the baby?" and your laughter booms into the room. Your arm that's behind me bends so that your hand massages my scalp and plays with my hair. While the other hand crosses over you to lay on my belly. "I've never been happier. Not even that time you sucked me off during our horror movie marathon." I slap your chest "So crass! There's a baby that can hear those words! You'll have to learn to watch your mouth." You laugh and kiss my temple. "Speaking of mouths, didn't you mention cheesecake earlier? I'm famished." I look up at you. "It's probably done setting in the fridge but you're going to have to go get it yourself, my legs are out-of-order for probably the next 3-5 business days." We lay together for another moment. "I'll go get it and feed it to you, how does that sound?". A smile grows on my face from ear to ear and I raise my eyebrows. "We gotta keep this baby as well fed as possible, so that sounds like a fantastic idea."

[paperstorm]

I was tagged by @carlos-in-glasses @sznofthesticks @heartstringsduet @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut and @orchidscript. Thank you!

She likely isn’t supposed to relay a message to anyone else, but Carlos bets on his authoritative tone being enough to sway her and he wins that bet. In a regretful voice, she says, “I’m sorry to inform you that his mother has passed away.”

Carlos’s heart sinks. He’d been clinging to hope it wasn’t true, and the inside of his mouth goes dry as his mind tries to make sense of the fact that it is.

“She was struck by a bike messenger,” the woman informs him. “The ambulance came in about an hour ago but she hit her head on the pavement, she was pronounced dead shortly after the paramedics arrived.”

“Jesus,” Carlos whispers, scrubbing a hand over his own mouth.

In front of him, TK slowly crumples. Carlos watches at half-speed as the love of his life lowers himself down to the floor, feet tucked under him and hands braced on the ground.

Quickly, Marjan is moving toward him. She drops to her knees and touches his back. “Hey, talk to us.”

“My mom’s dead,” TK answers in a tiny voice, and Marjan’s gasp is sharp and her eyes are wide as she looks up at Carlos.

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[lanadoeswriting]

hii! i adore your HCs of charlie and was wondering if you would do one of Charlie with gender neutral reader who just got out of an abusive relationship? angst and hurt/comfort is my weakness😭 totally okay if you don’t feel comfortable with this req!

LONG STORY SHORT

long story short it was a bad time. long story short i survived.

pairings: caring!charlie slimecicle x past abused!gender neutral!reader

synopsis: when you flinch after charlie moved his hand around your head, what else is about to be unraveled?

tw: slight angst, swearing, HEAVY mentions of abuse, mentions of blood, fluff towards the end, established relationship.

wc: 1.4k

a/n: HIII THERE ML!! this is an AMAZING req and i would have never thought about this on my own! this might have not been what you were expecting, but i was just too hyped abt this idea to not do it <3

there was a soft glow of moonlight shining through the windows and into the kitchen you and your boyfriend were standing in. it was about 1 am or so, one of those midnight snacking times that you two regularly had.

sometimes when you stared at hose windows long enough, you could picture the terrifying memories in your mind so vividly. you blinked away those thoughts, pushing them aside as you focused back on what charlie was talking about.

after all, you weren't the same person you were back then. you had hoped you weren't, at least. it was charlie now. you were all about him now.

throwing a quick "mhm" to what charlie was saying, you took another bite out of what you were eating, almost forgetting about it with the foggy reminders stuck in your mind that were clouding your vision.

you could feel his gaze burning into the side of your face, "love, is everything alright? you seem off."

his tone was soft, he was the exact person you would've wanted to talk to about your past. but the truth was to hard to handle, it would just scare him off, make him feel freaked out. who would want to date someone whose scared of too much commitment because it would just hurt?

commitment. 3 syllables, 10 letters, a thousand meanings, and so many more emotions to come with it. but only one could come to mind. fear.

"no, yeah, im fine. thanks, char." you muttered, meeting his gaze with a slightly forced smile. "i'm just... disoriented. can you grab me a glass of water?"

"yeah, sure." he said quietly, you could see a flicker of worry pass his face but turned away to look back out the window. you felt horrible for dismissing him, but the knife cut both ways.

you could hear some shuffling, the ringing in your ears slowly blocking it out. you never knew when that sound starting coming, maybe it was from everything you endured, maybe it was from the ache in your bones when you tried to call for help. yet no one answered. so why would anyone do that now?

thats when you saw a flash of charlie's hand flick up to grab something. your head felt dizzy, vision felt sort of blurry. you flinched back, your arms coming up to brace yourself in a protective manner. what was happening?

and then the dam broke. memories and trauma spilling in from all directions. the kind of fear and feeling of being trapped rushing back in waves. the ringing stopped, replaced by sounds of yelling and screaming from when you were at your weakest.

once the shades of red stopped appearing in your way, you felt like you had been brought back to reality. your vision cleared, now seeing charlie in front of you, standing in some sort of shock.

hurt and confusion were evident in his eyes, sending ripples of guilt through you. his hand fell to his side, you then realized he was just trying to grab the glass for you.

what have you done?

he was just trying to do something for you, and the fright in your eyes now stinging his heart and your eyes with held back tears.

"what... what was that?" he said quietly, his eyes trailing back up to meet yours. he thought he had done this.

he could never do that to you. it was just you and your stupid feelings making him feel like shit.

"it was nothing, just caught me off guard, thats all." lies. lies that he clearly didn't believe, you wouldn't either.

"no, it's not. that was not nothing." you looked back down on the ground, afraid to look at the disappointment in his eyes. "what the fuck was that?"

why did he sound like him.

like the guy who made your life hell.

charlie was different.

you knew he was.

what has gotten into you?

"charlie- it was just a reflex, its not something to worry about." you saw him step closer, why does the air feel thick? why does the room feel so small? why does your body feel so trapped?

"if that's a reflex then that sure as hell is something to worry about. that shouldn't be the first thing that you do when my hand gets close to you."

he was right. fuck, he was so right.

"im sorry. i didn't mean to scare you." no, no, no. he shouldn't be apologizing. it was just you. the air stopped feeling thick. now it felt like there wasn't enough air, not enough room to breathe. "do you really think... that i would hurt you?"

you shook your head slowly. no, of course he wouldn't. he couldn't hurt you and you both knew that. "fuck no. i just- i...." you couldn't find the words to tell him what he needed to hear. that you were just traumatized, not scared of him. that you loved him and that nothing could make you fear him when he didn't do shit. but nothing came out. the sentences just got caught in your throat and never got out.

"y/n, i really need you to tell me what is going on. i want to help you." his hand came out to hold yours but you didn't move. he was never supposed to find out, you had hoped that it would just become something in the past to forget about.

the punches thrown towards you, the fights that escalated too quickly, the manipulation. you didn't want to remember it, you just wanted to run, to bolt away from it. but now, what are you supposed to do now that it has caught up with you?

the silence gave him the answer before you had to mutter a word, "someone else hurt you, didn't they?"

you finally looked back up at him, tears pricking in your eyes as you saw the ones welling up in his but never falling.

"my ex-boyfriend wasn't the person i thought he was." was all you could say, his hand gently held yours, but all the feeling in it was lost as you continued. "if i said something wrong, he would hit me in the face, or my stomach. but he was good in his field of work, popular, looked up to. so no one noticed."

"they didn't notice you?" he said quietly, his voice almost breaking as he did. this hurt him to hear it, and it hurt you more to recite it. why was it so hard to call for help when it was all you wanted to do back then?

"he was a smart man. he knew what he was doing, he was able to lie and manipulate me until i was lying to myself too. and he could call me crazy until i thought i was crazy too." your hand absentmindedly fiddled with your sleeve, the scars that he made on the arms covered by the sweater you were wearing felt so exposed.

"babe... i- i had no idea." you felt his arms envelope around you, his embrace protecting you from everything you were afraid of. you squeezed you eyes shut as he whispered in your ear comforting words like "it's okay" and "im right here", those words being the only thing keeping you together.

you could feel the already closed scars feel less painful, the past broken and bloody parts of you slowly fading away. they were there, but he was there too.

"char, im sorry i didn't tell you earlier. i shouldve-"

he cut you off, but not like the way you were used to and instead just held your face in his hands, "don't be sorry. theres no time limit to opening up. you didn't deserve it, fuck, you never should have gone through it." there was a slight bit of anger in his eyes, not towards you, but towards the man who ruined your life and your mental and physical stability.

despite everything, he still cared more about making you feel better. it wasn't something you were used to, but he would make sure to change that.

he would devote the rest of his life to that, without a doubt.

so heres to hoping it doesn't change.