#is this any good

[sunflowerstructure]

Okay but like. How is no one talking about the match scene in Goncharov (1973)??? Like, just because it’s a scene between a man and a woman, everyone is just going to ignore it? Andrey cant get his match to light so Sofia takes it, strikes it against the back of *the* pocket watch, and it fucking works, and she leans in close to bring the match up to his cigarette and light it for him….. oh my fucking god. And it’s quiet and still and you just hear the music with the subtle ticking of the second hand…. Truly a whole fucking experience!! And then he takes out his lighter and she says he was just looking for an excuse to get close to her, and he says she chose to do so of her own volition when we *know* that she’s been closed off and keeping secrets the whole film, it’s just an amazing scene that really makes me wish I could capture even a fraction of their intimacy in writing.

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Serenade (Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader) Pt. 7

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for language Warnings: None? I think? Please let me know if I missed something Notes: This is incredibly dialogue heavy, and I actually don't feel as confident about this chapter as some of the past ones? Hopefully y'all like it, I mean at least the ending is cute (or cheesy, depending on who you ask). PS: Not sure how many chapters there will be in total, other than at least 3 more (one of which ill, in fact, get a little h*rny again. actually, h*rnier). Past Chapters: Pt. 1: Nocturne, Pt. 2: Overture, Pt. 3: Accelerando, Pt. 4: Toccata, Pt. 5: Poco a Poco, Pt. 6: Elegy

Chapter 7: Harmony

“We need to talk, yeah?” Daniela asked, nearly stuttering, a sort of nervous that you had never seen her exhibit before. The first thing you think is that she’s really, really cute when she doesn’t know what to do. After that you actually process what she said. Relief floods your chest, followed by warmth, and you make a mental note to thank Bela the next time you see her. In the meantime, you were unable to contain your happiness. Out of instinct you move closer to Daniela, smiling softly, quietly reaching one of your hands towards hers. There’s no hesitance in her response. Instead of taking your hand she pulls you in for a hug, opting to rest her chin against your shoulder. Admittedly you’re a little surprised, but you return the motion nonetheless. “Oh, little songbird…”

Heart racing, you softly press against Daniela, turning your head so that you could place a single, brief kiss against her exposed collarbone. For a moment the two of you just stay like that, holding each other close. When you pull away, remembering that you still hadn’t said anything, you find that Daniela is blushing from the neck up. In turn, the sight makes you blush. You can’t help but reach out and run your fingers through her hair. Though you can’t see yourself, you know your eyes are filled with affection.

“I love when you look at me like this,” Daniela whispered, not entirely meaning to voice her thoughts. Then you’re blushing harder, smile small but sweet. “Mmm, you’re just darling, aren’t you?”

“Not nearly as much as yourself, my Lady. To be in your company is to be the luckiest soul in the world. I cannot even begin to describe the feelings of which you inspire in me,” you replied, trying not to stumble over your words, barely able to process any thoughts other than ‘pretty lady likes me ahh’. Thankfully, you still remembered a few tricks from language arts class. Who knew studying the classics could make you more romantic? At least one English teacher, probably. “I’ll have plenty of time to try, though… after we talk about things, that is. Is there somewhere private we can talk? I’m not terribly eager for your mother to overhear.”

“Are you sure we can’t talk about how much you like me for a while longer?” Daniela asked, faking a pout. When you perk a brow at her antics, she shifts a little, forcing herself to be a little more serious (at least for the time being). “If you insist, my sweet thing. I’d suggest my room-” she winks at you- “but I doubt we’d stay talking for long, would we? Maybe the library? Neither of my sisters tend to go there around this time of day, and I can hardly remember the last time mother went there.”

“Well, no one from the day shift is scheduled to organize things until later this week, so… sounds like a date to me,” you chimed, enjoying the way that Daniela’s face lit up in response. “There’s just one thing I have to take care of first. Wouldn’t want my roommates to think something has happened to me, now would we?” With that said you linked your arm with your partner’s, setting off towards the servants quarters.

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“Oh thank goodness, we were starting to get worried!” Daphne exclaimed as you quietly ducked into your room. For a second you freeze in place, hoping to whatever higher powers may be that she hadn’t seen Daniela behind you. Certainly the vampire would have moved out of sight?... Despite your assumption, you do see Daphne hesitate for a moment, gazing at the now closed door. Thinking quickly, you give a little wave to draw her attention elsewhere. Seemingly it works like a charm, with her attention returning to you, and so you release an internal sigh of relief. Now you just had to think of an excuse for why you’d be staying up late.

“It’s fine- I’m fine, really. Just had to carry something for one of the Ladies,” you lied, trying not to be specific enough to possibly contradict facts you weren’t aware of. “I, uh, kinda have to go back out, though? There are some piano books I need to find before tomorrow morning. I’ve already found a few, but apparently there’s at least one that goes over some technical practice songs, and I think D-” you almost wince, but lean into it, stuttering instead- “th-think that Lady Daniela would enjoy the variety. Not sure how long it’ll take me to find the books, so don’t stay up waiting for me. I promise I’ll still get enough sleep to function tomorrow.”

“So the lessons haven’t been canceled? That’s good to hear,” Daphne said, nodding slowly. The words catch you off guard, and you tilt your head to the side in confusion. Noticing your expression, your roommate is quick to explain. “After whatever happened yesterday… we weren’t sure if we’d ever hear you play again. Not that we know what happened, just that Lady Daniela was, well, upset, and you stopped playing sooner than usual. But I suppose if the lessons were canceled completely… I doubt Lady Dimitrescu would let you go that easily, huh?”

Again, you shift awkwardly, wondering how Daniela must feel hearing all of this. But just like that Daphne shakes her head, clearing her thoughts, and gives a little shrug.

“Don’t stay up too late, okay? I know you already promised, but we both know you’ll lose track of time if you aren’t careful. If you aren’t in bed by the time the sun reaches its peak, I swear we are gonna have words!” Both of you laugh before Daphne waves you off with a smile. Still, you wait to open the door until she (and the other maidens) has her back to you. Better safe than sorry, right?

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Somehow the room felt different in a million ways, now that you were here with Daniela. There was something about the way she moved, freely, eyes and fingers running down the spines of familiar books. Even if you had not seen it before, it felt like the library was overflowing with magic. What I would give, you think, to see the whole world tinted in shades of her. Again you find yourself blushing as you followed Daniela towards a small sitting area. One of the chairs is practically a recliner, with plenty of space, and you realize what she has planned mere moments before she acts.

Next thing you know, you’re being pulled closer to her, practically lifted into the air. Then you’re falling back, right on top of a giggling Daniela. By the time you’ve regained your senses, you’re in her lap, held just tight enough to keep you from getting up. She’s watching your face closely, smirking with pure satisfaction.

“Are we going to be able to talk like this?” You asked, a little unsure yourself, already distracted by the soft curve of her jawline. Even as you speak you’re eying her, imagining what it would feel like to trail kisses along her skin until she was restless… Thankfully she responds before your mind gets too carried away.

“Of course we are, little songbird. Probably. If you behave,” Daniela teased, gently playing with your hair as she did. You can’t help but laugh when she suggests that you are the one who needs to control yourself. “Alright, alright, I get your point. I just… I think that it’s easier for me to, fuck, I don’t know. Relax? It’s easier for me to relax like this, holding you, getting to kiss that lovely neck of yours-” she pauses to demonstrate- “and that means I won’t freak out like last time. Or so goes my thought process, anyway.”

“In that case…” You’re sitting perpendicular to her now, still holding on tight. One hand cups her cheek, gently caressing the skin, before you lean in for a kiss. The two of you enjoy yourselves for a minute, glad to have this time together, more glad to be reassured of each other’s affection. To think that you wouldn’t even be able to meet her gaze if not for Bela’s intervention… Eventually you pull back, knowing that you did need to talk. “I care about you, firefly, and I want things between us to be real, and healthy, but I…”

The words died in your throat, a lump you couldn’t quite swallow, when memories sprung up like weeds in your brain. Communication mattered to you for a thousand reasons, and you weren’t blind to the irony of one of those reasons making you freeze up.

“I haven’t… done this before, not for real,” Daniela replied, mistaking your paues for uncertainty. “Apparently being an immortal, blood-drinking princess is only attractive in the realm of fiction. Maidens only ever seemed interested in a fleeting rush, or a fraction of a chance at an escape. They didn’t care for romance.” Now her tone gets bitter, and her eyebrows furrow. You can see her shoulders tense up, raising a little, making you try to snap out of your own thoughts for a few moments. By the time she speaks again, you’ve started to gently rub her back. “Maybe I should have paid more attention to my novels. How often does the monster actually get a happy ending?” She says the words with a hollow laugh. Still, she’s relaxed a little under your touch, even leaning into it.

“You’ve… done some bad things. Hurt a lot of people, and I can’t pretend that doesn’t scare me,” you started to say, ignoring the heartache you feel when you see Daniela’s hurt expression. “But you’re more than that. You’re soft, cute, and mischievous. More than that… I can tell that you want something beautiful. We can have that, we can make that, for ourselves, with our own hands and our own desires. But we can’t use stories as a blueprint. We can’t rely on what we’ve read, not when everything the two of us do is brand new. Not when-” you close your eyes, fighting back tears, glimpsing fragments of your last relationship- “not when I’ve already been hurt by my own misconceptions. The things we read aren’t always real, or right, or anything like what we need. What we deserve.”

“Something tells me you’re holding back a little,” Daniela murmured, barely able to get the words out. It almost looks like she’s close to crying, but her cheeks are dry, and her voice is steady. “But you’re right. What we have is better than anyone could write, anyway. You’re my little songbird, and I’m not letting you go anytime soon. Even if I have to figure out this whole ‘communication’ thing. I suppose that means I should… come clean. About a few things.” There’s a clear hesitance to her voice, like she’s embarrassed, and she’s speaking slower than usual. A blush rises to her cheeks before she takes a deep breath.

“We don’t have to talk about everything right now, if you aren’t ready. We’ve already made good progress, I think, even if half of it might be because of your sisters. Well, sister, singular. Cassandra throwing me into that wall really didn’t help anyone. Except maybe the chiropractor I will inevitably need to see,” you joked, remembering your earlier conversation with Bela.

“Hold up for a fucking second, Cassandra did what? I’m going to replace all her paint brushes with stained carpet strips, and that’s if she apologizes. Nobody fucks with my baby,” Daniela snapped, expression as serious as can be. Normally you found her anger to be terrifying. Now that she was directing it at someone else? And on your behalf?... Maybe it was a tiny bit cute. Which you tried to show, by gently bringing her in for another kiss. Of course, Daniela isn’t quite as gentle, instead kissing you hard, holding you as closely as she can. There’s a bit of possessiveness in her grip, and it makes you tense up. But as soon as you do she’s pulling back, breathing hard, eyes weighed down with concern.

“Y’know, I think she was just mad that I made you cry. And if I found out someone made you cry, I would be pretty angry. Not that I’d throw someone, partially because I don’t think I could, but still. It’s… almost cute how much your sisters care about you. Almost, just not quite,” you said, eager to draw the attention away from your reaction. Like you had told Daniela, it was okay if you weren’t ready to talk about everything. “Speaking of that, I can’t believe I haven’t apologized yet. I panicked so much, I didn’t even realize I was yelling until you picked me up. No matter how frustrated I was, I shouldn’t have-”

“Don’t, please,” Daniela interrupted, eyes closing for a moment. “I can’t believe you’re apologizing. I pinned you to the wall, and not for the usual reason!” There’s a bit of panic in her expression, and you get the feeling that she’s beating herself up inside about it. Which, based on what you had thought about what you had done, was understandable.

“Consider this: We both fucked up, and we’ve both acknowledged it now, so we could just… not talk about our regrets? At least for now,” you countered, glad to see Daniela relax and nod in response. Leaning in, you shift to rest your head against her shoulder, wanting to enjoy her proximity more. “Hey… if I’m your songbird, and you’re my firefly… are we, I don’t know… officially a couple now?”

“I was under the impression that we already were,” Daniela said, clearly a little confused. While you technically agreed with her… there was another part of you that wanted to have a little fun.

“You never asked, and I know I never did either, so…” Now you’re looking up at her, smile wide, heart beating faster than normal. “Lady Daniela, firefly of house Dimitrescu, lover of romance novels, player of pianos, keeper of my heart… Will you do me the honor of allowing me to court you? To be yours, officially, in the pursuit of affection and happiness like the village- nay, the world- has never before seen? Will you be my girlfriend?”

“How’s this for an answer, songbird?” Daniela cooed. Then she was lifting your chin from her shoulder, turning her head and bringing you closer. Your lips touch, as gentle as can be. It’s a short kiss, but one radiating with love, that ends with your foreheads pressed against each other. In this moment, you feel like you could stay in her arms for the rest of eternity. “Yes. Absolutely yes, obviously, a thousand times. I could never say no to you, especially not now, with your eyes so desperate for the sight of me, and your lips so begging to be kissed. Now, how about we celebrate, hmm?”

Just as Daphne had predicted, you end up staying awake far too late, but you were all the happier for it.

[allofthisloveis-toxic]

why I cannot love you

I am void. I am nothingness. I am ache. I am blade. I am wound self inflicted. ...

I am corpse haunting host. Dully beating heart, flesh rotting and black. I am smoke in the air. I am ash in the lung.  I am an unlivable home after fire.

I am disease under the guise of laughter. Muscles pulling back to show teeth. I am wolf. I am blue eyes masking death.  I am terror. I am gnashing of teeth. I am nightmare.

[amerasdreams]

2100 words today!

i was going to write yesterday then ... didn’t get to it. got up late. afternoon went to help my sister move. 

today... got to it before noon so. 2 hours minimum i usually need. 2k words then if i get to writing not just notes. and now... for some reason more able to get to writing, because it’s mostly wrapping things up? and i’ve had time to think about this for a while? idk how much is necessary but at least it helps Jet get closure even if it’s not all included in the final version. 

how much more should i write after this story? Should I write another novel or short story chronologically or should i try to write post- Justice Lost? Or another entirely? Sky? or another scifi? or try to write fantasy all over again. or try something else. Well... fanfic anyway. because that i need to finish. another long novel. at least some people are reading that so a few care whether it’s finished... 

today we looked at really, mostly review. Jet is interrogated by Violet about his ordeal. idk how much to write or how much it should be summarized... mostly summarized bc we don’t want to go over the whole story again. but we need to have things wrapped up realistically ...

[asknyxsnape]

The Surprise

(OOC: I just wanted to write a fic about Nyx and I thought this could be an interesting concept. Enjoy)

Alecto POV:

When Alecto found out she was pregnant, she thought it might have been the worst day of her life. All her life, she had been scared of parenthood. Her mother and father always used to say, “You can’t screw up parenting. It’s easy.” 

But...they also said that about being a proper pureblood woman. Never voicing your opinion and all that shit was supposed to be “easy.” She could never do that. So how can she feel like she’d be a successful parent if she couldn’t even be “successful” at being a woman?

No! She isn’t going down this thought process again. Bellatrix is the same way, and look at her. She’s the Dark Lord’s right hand woman. And she’s pregnant too, if rumours and her absence on the battlefield are anything to go by. Alecto is going to be a good mum to her child. 

She’s hated teaching the little brats at Hogwarts, but maybe this job could help her with parenting. She’d need to know how children are. She and Amycus are too close in age for either of them to know anything about raising children. It seems the very task she deemed useless, would become one of the most important. All she has to do now is go find the baby’s father. She’s only had sex with one person, during a one night stand. So she knows who she needs to find.

                          Severus POV:

The night Severus was told he was a father, was the second most terrifying night of his life. The only night more terrifying was the night his child was born. 

Alecto Carrow had run into his office, a determined and slightly frightened look on her face. She said, “I’m pregnant. The only person I’ve had sex with was you!” 

“But it was only one time! The chances of this happening are extremely slim!” he replied with a panicked tone. 

Alecto simply stated, “Severus, we were drunk. And we didn’t exactly use protection.” 

Severus realizes that she’s right, and it isn’t as if they can change it now. Alecto wouldn’t have came barging in and tell him this if she wanted an abortion. That just isn’t how she works. But he asks anyway. She exclaims, “Hell no!”

“I didn’t think so, and I’m not saying you should. But I had to ask!” is all he says.

Alecto looks at the clock and turns around before saying, “I have to go teach the brats now. But don’t think we’re done talking yet.” 

After she leaves, the thoughts set in.

“What if I am like my father? I don’t want to hurt my child?” “What can I do? I’m not a good man. Any children of mine would be better off without me.” “But...I want to love them. I want to be a parent.” “No, you shithead. Any child of yours is already fucked. Why would you add to that by having influence in their life?” “Would you rather be some drunk who ran away from responsibility?”

Thoughts like these continue until he makes a decision.

[goforthandbegay]

the lodge house learned very quickly never to let the twins handle food

Mike and Ike at the request of @superpaperclip

[deadgcrl-rip]

               ☽                   her  first  christmas  without  her  family.  not  that  the  holiday  had  ever  amounted  to  much  outside  of  gift  exchange,  obligatory  dinner(s)  and  mandatory  office  parties;  nothing  truly  festive,  but  it  was  still  strange.  it  was  nice,  though,  not  being  alone.  since  his  agreement  in  taking  her  case,  they  hadn’t  spent  much  time  apart.    ❛   hey!  i...  got  you  something.  it’s  not  much,  but  uh...  it’s  christmas.  ❜  arms  outstretch,  small  box  neatly  wrapped  in  her  hands.  it  wasn’t   much--  something  for  his  work. he  never  let  her  pay,  so  this  worked  too,  right?  a  new  camera.  in  tilting  her  head  back,  she  just  manages  to  catch  the  mistletoe  hanging  above  their  heads  and  there’s  a  soft  flush  of  pink  that  rushes  to  her  cheeks.  ❛   and-- ah. mm.  ❜  as  soon  as  he  takes  the  box,  she  leans  up  and  presses  a  tender  kiss  to  his  cheek.  

 @finleystevens​  said:  mistletoe.

[spbv147]

"Bar scene"

The bar was dark, cloudy and had a surprisingly purple colour to it. A voice asks "Do you think I’m hot?", startled the shadow of a woman answers "I don't know, yeah? Is that how you always approach people?". The voice was attached to a brunette wearing a nice t-shirt and simple jeans. Laughing she answered "no, it's just my gay-dar is really bad n I wanted to see your reaction, also you looked like an interesting person who is also super bored so I wanted to see if you wanted to go someplace that's quieter?" Although bizzar, that little speech sounded genuine and non threatening, but the woman needed a little more to go on. so she just replied with a quizzing stare. The message was quickly received and answered "I didn't mean my place or anything, I just want a nice conversation somewhere that we can hear and see each other, nothing more then that unless you insist" the statement ended with a wink and a nice smile that reached t-shirt girls eyes. With nothing better to do and admitting to herself she was really bored, she agreed, surprising herself with how much she went with this weird interaction. Once outside the two could be seen clearly. "Hi, I'm Sam, what is your name?" Sam, previously named t-shirt girl offered her hand. "I'm Angela". Hands shook as Sam swiftly replied "well you sure look like one" which was a sly answer but not far from the truth. Angela was dark haired, blue eyed and had the look of a greek statue. I know usually when you think of an angle you think more blond thin and big white wings, but this is Sam we are talking about, and she likes to think that real beauty radiates from being open to the world, and Angela looked like she might be an open book.

Real pretentious I know, but we hope she grows out of it. "So, you want to grab something to eat?" Sam gestures towards the next block that seems alive. Angela agrees and they start walking, asking simple q's getting simple a's, and just breaking the ice and becoming more familiar with one another. Sam finds out she was right and Angela was dragged by friends to this bar because they were worried she wasn't getting out enough. Angela found that Sam actually goes to bars all the time and learned how to see disinterest right away so she was always bold but respectful. They walked to the nearest food vender and ate hamburgers peacefully. Conversation flowing with grace from topic to topic, following an associative way of thought that was Sam's brain, talking about everything and nothing at the same time, and making total sense all the while. Angela was engaging and laughing, she appreciated the way Sam avoided serious things and just steered the conversation to quiet waters. After a short while Angela heard her phone buzz, unlocking it she realized they were talking for the last two hours and her friends were looking for her. "You can sleep over if you want to get your friends off your back.. No ill intention, just wanting to help" Sam sounded sincere, her face revealing she was eager to resume their lovely time. Considering Sam's offer she found no flaw in that plan. She could get her friends to leave her be for the next mouth or so, and Sam didn't feel like a murderer.. "You don't plan on murdering or raping me, are you?" Sam didn't skip a beat shaking her head smiling brightly. Sending a text saying she was going home with some girl, earned her a supportive voice message basically saying 'you go girl!' and asking her to open her emergency app just to make sure she wasn't in fact being kidnapped. After getting up and walking around for another hour or so, having a quiet conversation they arrived to a red brick building.

"This is me, wannna go up? We can totally walk around some more if you want?" As inviting as it was Angela was starting to feel her feet, and there was no avoiding going up there. She was also very intrigued by Sam and thought that her apartment could give her some more insight. So up they went, and lets just say that Angela was happy to find a beautiful black cat waiting just beyond the door. The apartment was nice but not very big as expected for the area. The decor was minimalist but had a very clear autumn colour palette. It was nice and cozy just as warm and welcoming as Sam was. "Hello Jiji! This is Angela she is going to stay with us tonight. Angela this is Jiji". "It is a pleasure to meet you Jiji" Angela said petting the cat just slightly after letting him sniff her. He seemed calm and curios but for some reason known to him alone, he acted as if he already knew her. "If I wanted to sound cliché I would say he is never nice to strangers, but that would be lying, and I do not want to start relationships based on a lie". Sam clearly knew what she was doing because that made Angela giggle and feel a little more at ease. Being a gracious host she offered to pour some water for them, after all you don't want to wake up dehydrated the next morning for nothing but a quick drink. After that the couch was set to be Angela's bed for the night. "If you'd like to cuddle I will gladly offer my services" Sam said adding an obligatory "but that is up to you" already knowing that Angela wouldn't take her up on her offer. It did however clear the rest of Angela's doubt. Surprising herself for the second time that night this time Sam included she said "Actually that would be nice, I haven't had a cuddle buddy in a long time" so the couch was cleared and Angela was given a clean towel and an old t-shirt and sweatpants to change in to. Sam went to shower after her to let her settle in the bedroom. Only when they were both ready for bed did Angela think to ask "Is this really ok? I mean, you barely know me".

"Well shoot now that you say that I realise I didn't even buy you a drink first! I'm joking, Look, to tell the truth, I don't usually bring girls I just met home, but you feel different, and we also talked for the last four hours, so I already feel like you are at least a friend if not something more significant" After a quick pause she added "so we're going to cuddle or not?" Her tone was playful so Angela understood this meant no funny business beyond the friendly which was just what she wanted after a long time of not being held by someone. "I must warn you that Jiji might join us at some point, he loves to sleep on the bed", Angela laughed and agreed to this amazing turn of events. They toss and turned a little until they found the comfiest cuddle the could. They talked a little more and fell asleep peacefully.

[saddeniq]

small gift for @shoshark

quarantine has me missing my favorite shorty :(

[ksfd89]

                      In the old days there was enough                      The card games and ease with the bitter salt of blood                      I was in but I want out                      My mother’s love is choking me                     I’m sick of words that hang above my head                     What about the kid? It’s time the kid got free (x)

[makethanproud]

therapy (dt)

a/n: idk what this is. also the title is super cheesy but i didn’t know what else to call it sry!!!!! im kinda very in love with both of the twins right now and all i want is their attention soOoOoooo enjoy :,)

summary: the twins get into a minor argument and you try to diffuse the situation. highkey straight fluff.

you sat on the living room floor with your notes spread out in front of you. the twins had been gone all day and you had a quiet night to yourself, so you figured to take advantage of your time alone and work on some assignments for school. before you knew it, the sun had set and the front door was unlocking. grayson enters the house first.

“hey!” you say, perking up at the sight of him. he gives you a tight lipped smile and a half wave, not even stopping to give you a proper hello like usual. ethan follows not too far behind, clearly pissed off. you hear gray’s bedroom door slam shut, and ethan groans.

“fucking grow up!” you cock an eyebrow at him and his face softens when he sees you. you push your books to the side and open your arms, inviting him to come and sit between your legs. ethan huffs and situates himself in front of you.

“long day?” you ask, gently pulling on his shoulders so that his back rests on your chest.

“you don’t even know the half of it,” he sighs. you kiss the back of his head and his body relaxes almost immediately.

“tell me about it. i wanna know.” you hear him exhale as he readjusts himself and slides forward, now resting his head on your thigh. you run your fingers through his hair and he squeezes his eyes shut.

“he’s just so—ugh! annoying!” you twist a lock of his hair around your finger.

“well yeah,” you soothe, “when you spend every moment of the day together, you’re gonna get irritated eventually.” ethan looks up at you and laughs quietly.

“i know, but i don’t get sick of you.” you roll your eyes.

“we’ll see if that’s still true after 19 years.” you tease, patting his cheek playfully. “now tell me what happened.”

“he’s just so loud. he doesn’t know how to fucking shut up and always has his hands on me. like, always, y/n.” ethan starts tracing the shapes on your pajamas as he speaks. “like i mean i love him but he doesn’t understand personal space at all. and normally i don’t mind but today it was too much.” you nod to let him know you understand, but he already knows your reply. he stops moving and rests his hand on your knee cap.

“maybe i was just overreacting.”

“mhmmm.” he looks back up at you but doesn’t say anything. you continue to run your hands through his soft, fluffy hair as you sit in silence together, the only sound coming from the hum of the air conditioner. it wasn’t an awkward silence; it was the kind of silence that you felt safe in, and you could tell ethan did too. you look down to see he had fallen asleep, lips slightly parted and breathing slowed.

“can i come sit, too?” you look over your shoulder to see grayson standing there, hands folded together. you giggle and pat your free thigh, signaling for him to lay beside his brother. he smiles softly at you and walks over. he crouches down and drops his head on your leg.

“you know he’s not mad at you right?” you ask. grayson nods. you start playing with grayson’s hair like you had with e’s before, prompting him to start talking.

“yeah. he just gets so mad so easily.” he throws his hands up dramatically, nearly hitting you in the face. “oops, sorry.”

you laugh. “it’s okay gray. and trust me, i know dude.” 

grayson cracks a smile and glances towards ethan, who was still asleep. “y/n,” he looks back at you, “i like having you around.” you laugh again.

“well good,” you say smiling, “i like being around.” 

it’s quiet again for a moment before grayson nuzzles his head into your thigh and shuts his eyes. “okay. i’m sleeping now. goodnight!” you try to object.

“what? no!” grayson raises his eyebrows to let you know he didn’t care.

“you don’t really have a choice. you’re pretty much stuck here,” he jokes. you move your hand from his hair to his chest and drum your fingers on his chest lightly. 

“fine.” you lean your head back on the couch cushion and stare at the ceiling. “this is basically jail,” you mumble, concealing a grin. you look back down at grayson, who was somehow already snoring softly. you shift your gaze to ethan, confused how he managed to stay asleep throughout yours and gray’s conversation, but not at all upset. they both looked so peaceful despite the absolute chaos earlier. you sigh contently and turn on the tv.

“i love my life.”

[antisocialelephant]

I’ve been working on art for my wall so I worked on this for a couple hours

[magician-shield]

Be blessed my sweethearts

[anna-faith]

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The gentle rocking of the train woke Jamie as the curtain keeping town lights out of her eyes slid open. The train shook again as it crossed over another set of tracks, rattling the door in wake of its movement. Her eyes opened reluctantly as though drawn to the little lights outside her window, floating among the darkness like fairies in a forest. Jamie stretched out her arm, hesitating before grabbing her phone, not even sure she wanted to know the time.

[queeniewriteshockey]

Soft first date vibes with carter🥰 he’s so nervous and he apologizes for how sweaty his hands are when you grab his hand into yours. You two end up having so much fun together, he took you to an ice skating rink because you had never been skating before.

“I’ve never done this,” you say as you survey the rink. There’s no one around, it’s just the two of you in the arena, but it doesn’t stop the trepidation from seeping in. 

You really don’t want to make a fool out of yourself in front of this guy. He’s a hot shot on the ice, or so you’ve heard. Whether you were a hockey fan or not, you had heard his name. It seemed he was some savior to hockey. And there you were, strapping skates on your feet and getting ready to make an absolute fool of yourself in front of the cute guy you met through a friend. 

“It’s okay,” he said, his voice filled with laughter, “I can teach you.” He doesn’t seem bothered by the idea of teaching you to skate but you worry that you’ll do something and end up taking the both of you down. God if you cause the savior to get hurt... There will be nowhere to hide. The entire city would lynch you. 

You stand up, having gotten the skates fixed to your feet, and walk, if you can call it that, over to him. “Are you sure?” You ask, giving him time to back out. Though, possibly it was also to give yourself time to back out. 

“Yeah, of course. It’s fun on the ice. You’ll love it.” His hand extends to yours and you take it, ignoring the calmy feeling. You’re not sure if it's from him or from you. You are certainly nervous.

“If I’m a lost cause just tell me.” 

He laughs as he steps out on the ice, his head shaking to and fro barely. “I’m sure you’re not.” He pulls you out onto the ice ever so slowly, letting you get used to the feel of it. “Don’t lock your legs,” he tells you and you attempt to relax. 

It’s slow and you feel a little like a child as he pulls you around the rink a few times. He tells you to bend your legs; to push off with your toes and allow yourself to glide across the ice. 

Eventually, he lets go and you manage to stay upright. It’s such a small victory but you’re beyond pleased with yourself. Carter smiles and laughs while you celebrate your victory, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he does. It makes him look like light. His whole face reflects happiness and you feel yourself beaming even brighter as you mirror his happiness. Or was he mirroring yours? You weren’t sure. 

“I told you you’d like it,” he said once he’s beside you. His arm slips around your waist as the two of you took a lap around the rink. 

“Well I had a good teacher,” you tell him with a smile. “Perhaps next time I can teach you something.” 

The smile on his face radiates from his toes and he nods. “I like the sound of that.” 

You have no idea what you’re going to teach him, but at least you didn’t need to worry about whether there would be a second date or not. You’ve basically already made plans.