#it was BORDERLINE SWEATER WEATHER

[ciderjacks]

WHY IS IT SUDDENLY FUCKING SUMMER FUCKINNNNNNGGGFFFFFFF. KILLYOURSELFFFFFFFFFFF PNW WEATHER. DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE

[kirans-wonderland]

What a Cuddly Croc pt.2 (nsfw)

pt. 1 here

mdni. (au where night raven is actually college aged so he’s 18+)

wc: 1,926 - cw: gender neutral reader, biting, cuddlefucking, cockwarming?, dry humping, mating behaviors? (not proofread yet)

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Night Raven College was still enveloped by the cold weather of the winter. Sebek had only grown clingier as the days grew colder. It was as if the first night you cuddled him had shattered his barriers like they were delicate glass. He subtly invited you over to Diasomnia almost every night saying that you were the only thing that kept him warm enough. Despite being borderline desperate, he had never ventured to Ramshakle during the cold nights. He couldn't leave Malleus in possible danger. That outweighed his desire for warmth.

That was until one night, you didn't show up. He had invited you. You said you would come. So where were you? He gave you 15 minutes before he was on his way to Ramshakle. Something was different tonight. Malleus be damned. His steps were quick and heavy. He feared the worst. But what he found was simple and relived his tension. You had simply fallen asleep at your desk, your cheek pressed against the text of the book. His heartrate slowly lowered as he took in the sight. "How foolish.. if you are tired, go to your bed" He muttered. Why had he gotten so worried? You weren't his lord. He shook off those thoughts with great haste. He was going to just move you to your bed, but his eyes caught the stack of extra blankets that lay at the foot of your bed. He was drawn to them and before he knew it, he was placing them all on your bed.

The blankets were all different styles and patterns. One he recognized as the Diasomnia dorm blanket. Had someone from every dorm given you an extra blanket? Why did that make his heart tighten? He had arranged all of the blankets very carefully... almost like a nest. He thought he was done and that it was perfect. Then his gaze landed on a pile of your shirts and sweaters near your wardrobe. He remembered you telling him about how the bar in your wardrobe broke and you couldn't hang anything up anymore. He needed them. He had never spent so much time just preparing to cuddle. Something was different tonight.

Finally he had completed his nest. Blankets, clothes, your scent, Grim.... Grim. He was in the way. Sebek scooped him up to move him to a nearby chair. Though Sebek wasn't gentle, Grim remained asleep. Only the smell of a tuna can could wake him. Sebek then moved over to your desk chair and picked you up with the highest gentility. He looked down at your peaceful sleeping face that had fallen against his chest. Another pang of tightness struck his heart. First he laid you gently in the mass of blankets, on your side. He laid down behind you and pulled your warm body to his. His form curling around yours was what started to bring you back to conciousness.

He heard your soft murmmers and knew he had woken you. "It's just me" He whispered so you wouldn't panic. He heard the small smile in your voice as you responded to him. "mmm... Seb.. m'sorry.. I must have fallen-" "Shh, it's alright. I.. I was not worried" He lied. He was a bit embarassed at how worried he had been.. About a mere human. "It's.. warmer than normal" Your mumbles got more coherent as you woke up. You saw the blankets and the clothes surrounding the two of you. It reminded you of.. "You made a nest?" Sebek's grip tightened a little at your words. "It is colder tonight". You hummed in response as it seemed logical, so you went on cuddling in a comfortable silence.

Normally he would remain completely still with a firm grip when you cuddled, but that wasn't the case tonight. It started with his hand rubbing your side and back slowly. Then it progressed into his nose rubbing against the nape of your neck. His breathing was heavy and you could swear he was letting out soft growls with every exhale. "Sebek?' That was all you needed to say before he pulled you tighter to his body. "I do not know.. I do not know what is happening.. I need you closer. Closer than this" Even though you were already flush to him, he still needed you closer. “Why do I need you… I need you” You turned your head to look at him as he lay behind you. His breathing was labored, his lips were slightly parted and his eyes seemed to glow in the pale moonlight. You’d never seen him like this. You were worried. “Sebek-“ You tried to sit up but his grip tightened like he was holding you down. “No. Do not leave me. Do not move.” His fingers lightly dug into your body and his face buried firmly in the crook of your neck. You could only lay there, trapped and thinking about what was happening. What was wrong? Then something struck you. Something Jack had explained to you a while ago after he had been absent. It lined up.. “Sebek? … do faes go into heats like beastmen do?” You asked tentatively.

His nuzzling stopped and he stilled again. It was a long silence. "Yes.. most do.. but, I am.. because I am.." He thought that this shouldn't be a thing for him due to his partial fae heritage. "I should not be.." He went quiet in his thoughts. "Seb, all these blankets.. you're basically nesting" He grunted. "No. No it is just for warmth" He was trying to convince himself. He was conflicted. If he had all these behaviors, why were they only surfacing now? Was it because he had been to busy before? Now, he had let himself get distracted and allowed someone into his life with a sliver of intimacy. That had awakened his need. His now overwhelming need for carnal closeness. "It may be, that you are.. correct" He said slowly. "I need... I need you" You could hear the desperate rasp in his tone.

You pressed yourself further back against his body, giving him permission. Almost instantly his hips began to move against you again and again from behind slowly. He groans and grunts into the back of your neck with every movement. His arms were tight around your torso. It was oddly comforting, being surrounded by soft blankets and the warmth of his firm body. You heard his breathing grow heavier and sharper as his humping grew quicker. "Not enough.. not enough.. I need more... more" You felt him shifting behind you and heard the clinking of his belt. His hands went to your hips and squeezed then firmly before slipping down your bottoms. His fingers and nails ran along the skin of your thighs and ass. He pulled your hips flush with his. You could feel his already hard cock slip between the plush of your buttcheeks. He groaned in bliss at the sensation of your soft, warm skin around his aching length. It was all he could think and care about.

He had accepted it now. He was in a heat and it was your fault. You were the reason he felt so.. weak. "Your fault.. you have to.. fix it" Sebek grumbled out through grunts. His teeth grazed along the skin of your shoulders and neck. The slight sharpness of his canines caused you to shiver. At the same time his teeth finally clamped down on the crook of your neck, he pushed into your hole. His first thrusts were deep and slow. His body was practically trembling as he held you desperately tight. His hand left your waist and his arm hooked under your thigh. Lifting it, he placed it over his own legs. That shift in position caused him to slip in deeper. His hips stuttered as your own shifted against his. "Sebek.. oh gods.. Sebek.." He growled in response to your moan. "Just, stay.. please.. I need it.."

He began to thrust again. Though his thrusts weren't fast, they were hard and deep. But he also couldn't keep a steady rythm. It was his desperation mixed with his inexpierence. Your hand reached back and found his hair. One of his arms was around your chest while the other couldn't stay still. He gripped your thigh, hip, waist, arms, everywhere. He was lost in you, lost completely in the feeling and warmth. Right now, there was no way he would have known it was winter. For the first time in the season he was hot. He was quickly getting addicted to this and to you.

He let out a deeper growl and you found yourself suddenly lifted on top of him. Your back was laid against his chest, your legs spread over his with his dick still inside you. Your head laid by his and you looked into his green eyes. His pupils looked more reptilian than they ever had. Both of you were breathing heavily. Your hand touched his cheek and it seemed to uncloud his lustful mind. "I.. I do not know. why I am feeling this way.." His eyes were locked onto yours, his hands on your stomach but he didn't move. It became comfortable to just lay like that with him inside you. "Like what Seb?' "Like I do not want to let you go.. I feel about you the same way i feel about Malleus but... ill. I wish to protect you but I feel I cannot breathe and my heart races. I feel weak, but I cannot be weak and protect you. I-" You finally quieted him from his rant. "Sebek, it sounds to me that you have feelings for me.. the romantic kind"

This made him freeze. He was always so dedicated to his duties, could he have really let himself fall in love? "I mean, you at least like me enough to try and.. mate with me." You continued. "What?" You chuckled at his confusion despite the intimate position he had you in. "Isn't heat like a mating season? You having the desire to be intimate with me should be an indication of your feelings." He thought about what you said for a moment before his mind clouded with desire again. His hands once again gripped your hips tightly. You knew there would most likely be bruises there the next morning in the shape of his finger pads.

You couldn't find space in your mind to care as he lifted your hips and slammed them down on his cock repeatedly. You didn't think that anything could feels this deep. The sound was stolen from your throat as he bit your neck again while continuing to bounce you on his length. Your orgasm washed over you with a searing heat. The feeling of your warmth pulsing around him and your hand gripping his arm caused him to spiral. With a growl, he lifted you off of him before cumming on his lower stomach. It was surprising that in his desperation he had enough of a mind to pull out. You look out the panting and stunned man with a soft smile. He opened his eyes and his eyes locked with yours. He could read the look in your eyes like a book. "I may be carnal, but I am not stupid" A chuckle was pulled from your lips at his words. You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "you dork~"

After a bit of cleanup, the two of you fell asleep, basking in the warmth of your intimate connection.

[absfawn]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “we fell in love in October”

Abby genuinely doesn’t understand how she hadn’t disintegrated or burst into flames on your first date. She was nervous, finding it so hard to focus on what you were saying when her eyes were more focused on the way your lips moved, and the way the gloss sparkled when all she wanted to do was kiss you under the dim light of the restaurant. You had talked to her about your interests and disinterests with such softness that even when she did finally hear what you were saying and wasn’t too focused on how your lips would feel against hers, she noticed the small things. The way you would move your hands around when talking or explaining, how you would tilt your head to the side, your hand covering your mouth when you giggle about a distant memory you were sharing. Or even how you throw your head back, and let out the most beautiful laugh she’s ever heard when you quickly remember something funny that happened to you when you were just a reckless teenager.

Even if she was nervous then, Abby still loved to see you happy and smiling. It took her so many times to agree to you taking her on a date. Not because she didn’t want you to, but because she was so in awe of you, and how pretty you were, and she was always stumped on how someone like you, so carefree, so full of so much hope and happiness, would ever think of her in the way she thinks of you. To put it easily, you were just as nervous as she was, always wondering if you had said too much, or said too little when you’d spot her walking around bookcase after bookcase of the library at 11pm. Would she mind if you had sat beside her? Would the broad-shouldered blonde care if you made a comment or recommendation on a book you had found her reading? Would she get irritated with the way you would sometimes read what you were reading, aloud? Would Abby ever—

“What’s got you thinking so hard?”

The rasp of her voice brings you back to reality where you find her, sitting in the chair opposite you, head buried in her current read, an eyebrow raised. A sign all her attention was on you, but still in her book. The sweater she was wearing, fitted her perfectly. “Just thinking about when i fell in love with you” You replied truthfully, looking back at your own book, bottom lip tugged between your teeth as you tried hiding your smile at the way her eyebrows shot up.

“Oh yeah? When did you finally realize you were so head over heels for me, sweet girl?”

“I remember the storm . . the one at the beginning of October last year? do you remember? i was stuck here, and you stole my number from a friend, just to tell me to not leave in case i got stuck out in it, or ended up getting hurt. And you drove 4 hours just to bring me a hot chocolate because you somehow knew they calmed me down with the loud sounds. You drove for 4 hours, in a storm we were told not to be out in, just to bring me a fucking drink. Then a few days later, i came here again to find you, to thank you for risking your life to make sure i was safe, and you were sat right there— at the table by the window, to be precise. You were wearing one of your old, as you know i like to call them, grandpa sweaters with your cute Harry Potter glasses and you came up to me before i could and you asked if i had a Library card because you were new around here and didn’t have your own yet”

How could she forget that day? For her, it was embarrassing and borderline exhausting rushing around, having to borrow someone else’s card to simply read a goddamn book. It felt easier when she spotted you again though. Unaware that you were waiting for her to turn up. Curled up on the couch, your jacket covering your slightly shivering body from the cold weather, and a cup of whatever hot beverage you had decided to buy at the café that morning, and a book, one she can’t remember because you read so many she can’t keep up, in your hands. You looked like an angel in her eyes. You always have.

“I would risk my life any day just so i know you are safe, no matter what” She admitted softly, book long forgotten as she smiled at you. “I was in love with you for a long time, you just made me extremely nervous. I asked your friend for your number in hopes it would make me feel less nervous but it didn’t. Everything about you is so perfect that i felt like i wouldn’t have a chance? But when the storm happened . . i didn’t want you to be alone, i never want you to be or feel alone”

“With you, I never feel alone Abs”

[harringtonstilinski]

Stop Stealing Mine! - Steve Harrington

Author:@harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader Word Count: 1946 Warnings: big fluff, small angst, billy being an ass, steve & reader are just friends, Smut: no | yes; Requested: Nope. #30 from this prompt list A/N: Hi, friends! Here's a short little thing I spent about four and half forever's on. I split the prompt in two, and it's italicized. I hope you like this little piece! If you do, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

Fall. Your absolute favorite time of the year. The pumpkin patches, football, sweaters, sweatshirts, boots, cooler weather, snickerdoodles; just everything about Fall you love.

You especially love stealing Steve’s sweaters without him knowing. Every year since about the 8th grade, you've been slowly stealing all the sweaters his mom buys that look absolutely comfy and cozy.

The two of you have been Seniors for about a month now, and the weather is just starting to get nice. It’s the middle of October and you’re sitting in the backseat of his car, Nancy Wheeler sitting up front like always. They’ve been together a little over a year now, and it’s… awkward, to say the least.

They were discussing his paper he had to turn in for early college application, Nancy asking about his granddad’s experience in the war versus the game we had against Northwestern. You were grossed out when they voiced their love for each other and kissed.

Their moment was interrupted by an engine revving, a blue Camaro making its appearance, a middle school aged redheaded girl getting out of the passenger side, a sandy blonde boy with a mullet getting out of the driver’s side, taking a drag from a cigarette. The three of you later learned that their names were Billy and Max, California transplants.

You were sitting in your third period class, pulling the ends of the sweater you were wearing to the ends of your fingers as you were reading your newest book when a body came up beside you. “Ya’know, I could do exactly what they’re doing in this book… only better.”

You looked up, seeing Billy with a cocky grin on his face. “Mmmmmmmhmmm,” you hummed, going back to my reading. 

“I’m–”

“Billy Hargrove,” you sighed, placing the bookmark back in your book. “I know.” Looking up at him, you raised a brow. “We have first period together.” As you turned back around, you watched his eyes light up with some emotion you weren’t quite sure of. Lust? Anger? Arousal?

Sighing once more, you opened the book back up, not really reading it, but just looking at the page as you addressed him. “So, if you’re done being a tool, you can go away now.”

Billy chuckled, resting his hands on the back of your chair and desk. “I’m not being a tool, sweetheart. Just being honest.”

“So, honesty for you is unnecessary flirting and borderline harassment because you won’t leave me alone? I wonder; did that work on the chicks in California? Because it sure as hell doesn’t work here in Indiana.”

Snickers were heard behind me as the bell rang, signaling the beginning of class. You gathered your things and got up from the desk. Walking into the hallway, you collided with a body, almost crashing to the floor when you felt a hand on your back. “Jesus, we have to work on your clumsiness.”

You pushed away from Steve, irritated with what just happened with Billy. “Yeah, well, if I wasn’t so freaking angry, I wouldn’t have collided with you.”

Steve put his arm around your shoulders, walking your down the hallway and out the front doors of the school. Before you knew it, the two of you were sitting on the hood of his car, your head resting on his shoulder. “What happened?” he asked, quietly.

“That new fucking transplant,” you breathed. “Wouldn’t leave me alone.” You brought the end of the sweater sleeves back down your hands to wrap your fingers around them. 

Steve was silent for a moment, moving his head down to look at your hands, a confused look on his face. He recognized the sweater you were wearing; his red one that he normally wore during the Christmas holiday. “Is-is that my red sweater?”

Tilting your head back to look at him, you said with a deadpan expression and tone, “Took you this long to notice?”

He went to reply, but the last bell for third period rang, the both of you looking towards the school. 

“I really don’t want to go back in there,” you quietly groaned. 

Steve wrapped his arm around your shoulders, hand rubbing your upper arm as you sighed before he stated, “Tell me what he did.”

Noticing a piece of thread hanging from the outer seam on his jeans, you played with it while asking him, “Promise to not look for a fight?” “I promise.”

Gathering your thoughts, tears sprung into your eyes as you took a deep breath, explaining what happened with Billy. It was quiet for a moment when you finished telling Steve the events that happened just a few minutes prior before you took a shaky breath, saying, “He just wouldn’t leave me alone.”

Tightening his hold on you the slightest bit, Steve took a deep breath, releasing it to say, “Let me take you home. Or back to mine.”

“Back to yours,” you whispered. “My mom’s home.” You reached in your bag, grabbing out a notebook and pen to write with him, handing the items to Steve. “You’ll need to let Nance know what you’re doing.”

Grabbing the notebook and pen from your hand, Steve wrote on the paper to Nancy that he was taking me back to his house because I wasn’t feeling too good and didn’t want to worry my mom. He looked at me after he finished writing, explaining that he wanted to have a best friend day with me since it had been a while since we had one.

That part wasn’t a lie. It had been quite a while since he and I had a day just to ourselves. I watched as he slid off his hood and walked through the parking lot to the front of the school, coming back out a few minutes later, scratching at his temple.

You scrunch your brows, wondering what could’ve happened that shifted his mood. As he made his way closer to you, all you could do was watch as he got into the driver’s seat, resting his left hand on the steering wheel.

Sighing, you slid off the hood of the car to round it and open the passenger door where you sat down and shut the door. You looked at your best friend, seeing a look of defeat on his face. “Hey,” you whispered. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

It was Steve’s turn to sigh, leaning his head back on the head rest. “She didn’t believe me. Or, rather, you. Said you looked fine before class and that you were just trying to skip because of some inconvenience, or whatever the fuck she said.”

“Like she has room to talk,” you muttered, resting against the seat and crossing your arms while looking out of your window. 

“What does that mean?” Steve asked.

You turned your head to look at him, seeing his eyes full of questions. “Did you two study in the library this morning?”

Steve nodded his head, while sighing. “She wants to tell Barbra’s parents about the Upside Down and the Demogorgon.”

“We can’t do that!” you exclaimed.

“I know. That’s what I told her.”

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you closed your eyes, muttering more to yourself, “It’s like she doesn’t care,” but Steve heard it, putting his hand above your knee. It was a move he always did to bring you comfort and control. “Come on,” you said. “Let’s go.”

Steve removed his hand from your leg to start the car, putting it in reverse before backing out of the parking spot. After he put it in drive, he started off towards his house, stopping off at the local diner to get some lunch for the two of you.

Once you two made it back to his house, you both sat on the floor at the coffee table, food from the diner in front of you. As you ate, you talked about anything and everything with Steve. From what the rumor mill was spilling, to who was dating who, who broke up with who, all the things.

Before you two knew it, the food containers were empty, cups almost empty, and your eyelids were starting to get heavy. Steve suggested that the two of you lay on the couch together and watch whatever daytime show was on the television. 

It wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to cuddle together. Something you’d done since you two were kids. So, laying here with Steve instantly brought you comfort to the point where you drifted off to sleep while listening to his heartbeat.

Steve loved it when you fell asleep on him. Mainly because he could just look at your sleeping face and wonder how he got lucky enough to have a best friend like you. He loved your light snores, your sighs or deep breaths, the movements you’d make to get more comfortable. He always thought to himself that if he wasn’t with Nance, he’d take his shot at being with you.

What he never knew was that you felt the same way as he did. Your crush on your best friend started late in 8th grade when his glow up happened, and it seemed like everyone in your class had their glow ups in 8th grade, while yours happened in 10th grade. So, in the back of your mind, you weren’t pretty enough for anyone until then… and you still felt like that even now. Since Steve was with Nancy, though, you couldn’t act on your feelings. It wouldn’t be fair to Nance, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be fair to Steve. He was your best friend, after all.

Steve had fallen asleep, listening to your soft breaths and snores. His hands were resting on your back when you fell asleep, but when you moved to get more comfortable in your sleep, his hand ended up resting on your side, his other hand resting on his own stomach. He swore he could stay this way forever.

When you started to stir as you woke up a couple of hours later, your eyes were still closed as you stayed in your comfortable position. A few minutes went by before Steve took a deep breath, a small groan sounding from him as he held you a little tighter.

“Did you have a good nap?” he asked, his eyes still closed.

You hummed, nodding your head against his shoulder. “Yeah.” Bringing your hand up to his chest, you curled your fingers around the end of the sleeve. “You?”

“Yes,” he simply answered. “I have a question that’s kind of been bothering me all day.”

“What’s that?”

“Is that my sweater?” he asked, not missing a beat.

“Yeah, why?”

“Don’t you have enough sweaters?”

“Yours are more comfortable,” you chuckled. Getting an idea, you sat up and looked down at him, smiling.

“Don’t think about it,” he said, once he opened his eyes.

“You have another sweater that’s one of my favorites. Whoever gets to your closet first gets it.” Without a moment's hesitation, you climbed over Steve, and booked it to the staircase, the seventeen year old boy falling off the couch in his haste to catch you as you climbed the stairs, laughing hysterically.

“Yo! You have plenty of sweaters!”

“They’re more comfortable, like I said!” you yelled, running across the landing of the second floor. What he didn’t know was that you already had his yellow one he recently purchased.

When he finally made it into his room, you were already standing in his closet with the biggest smile on your face. Steve walked into his closet, seeing his sweater collection almost empty. “For the third time, you have plenty of sweaters. Stop stealing mine!”

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Posted on October 28, 2023

[inthewindandinthewater]

A Plain of Stars (Chapter 2)

A/n: I wrote another part! I hope you all like it, I think I'll keep writing chapters for now- I have a storyline in mind based off the og one shot.

Warnings: Light cursing, arranged marriages.

Chapter 3

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Going back to school after the ball was nerve wracking to put lightly. Not only would you be facing the Hogwarts student body, you would also be confronted with Regulus. You had easily made it through the last several years avoiding both Black brother, if not only for the reason that neither of them seemed to want to acknowledge your presence

A deep hurt had shot through your chest the first time you looked at Sirius and he showed no recognition of who you were. It felt like a worse betrayal than his leaving, you could file that away as something bigger than you. This was personal, this was something between you and Sirius. But, never one to go out of your way for a simple confrontation, you let the hurt sink further and further down until it remained only a dull ache that set heavy over your diaphragm, stealing your breath each time his grey eyes caught yours. 

That same pain set a little heavier the first time you looked Regulus in the eyes. Maybe that was what had thrown you off so much when you saw him again for the first time after his disappearance, they were so similar. Those slate grey eyes made them look like inverses, two opposite ends of the same spectrum- although you're sure Sirius would shun the notion. 

You walked down the corridor connecting the girls dormitories to the Slytherin common room. The weather was changing as rapidly as the leaves fell from the trees. Autumn hung lightly in the air, bringing with it cold that settled especially deep in the dungeon of the castle. Being that as it was, you were wrapped in both your grey uniform sweater vest and an emerald green cardigan in an attempt to shake off the chill. 

“Morning.” The hairs at the nape of your neck stood and your shoulders tensed. Not in fear so much as pure annoyance and apprehension of what would come after the greeting. You weren’t fond of Barty Crouch, but goodness me was he fond of you- or at least he pretended to be for no other reason than to get on your nerves. He was lounging in one of the plush, velvet chairs with his legs sound over the armrest. “Goodmorning, Barty” You said, boredom and disinterest lacing your tone, “someone sounds grumpy, sleep badly, love?” He asked, turning his head in false interest. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” You responded, walking past him and to the great double doors leading out of the common room. You heard him shuffle behind you, rising to follow you. “I would actually,” he sidled up next to your and threw an arm around your shoulder, “I would also like to know why you insist on being so terrible to me.” His grin was wolfish and jeering, you shrugged your shoulders in an attempt to shove off his arm- no such luck. “I suppose you’ll have to keep wondering.” 

A staircase slid into place in front of you and the two of you began to climb. Suddenly it resumed movement, catching you off guard and causing you to stumble. Barty’s arm around you moved to your waist as he drug his hand down your body making you shiver in abject horror. The moment the staircase came to a halt you took a step back from the boy, who’d pressed his body to yours in the time in between. “You’ll have to be more aware of your surroundings in the future, love.” He said, taking a step back towards you, “Or you’ll ruin that pretty face of yours” Barty reached out then and flicked your nose, making you grimace and shove him away. “If that’s what it takes for you to stay aware of me I just might do it myself.” You snap at him and turn on your heel, trudging up the rest of the stairs. 

By the time you reached the great hall you still hadn’t calmed down, you didn’t notice the borderline march you settled into in your rage until you took your seat next to Pandora. “Someone is on a mission” She said, buttering her toast before handing you a blueberry muffin just as she had everyday for the last year and a half. You huffed and rolled your eyes, “I had the pleasure of being walked halfway here by Barty.” Evan choked on his orange juice, a hand came to rest on his back as he oscillated between a wet cough and wheezing laugh. In your whirlwind anger you hadn’t noticed Regulus sat in the spot next to Evan. Although the two were close Regulus had stopped sitting by Evan during meals some time ago. Had you been keeping track you would have noticed it was around the same time you came to sit with the twin, maybe Barty was right- some advances in perception wouldn’t hurt you. 

“And how was that?” Evan said, finally recovering from his fit and sitting up to look at you, clearly amused. “I hate him.” You deadpan and he lets out a high pitched giggle, “he loves you, though!” He squeals back, obviously happy with the little shiver you let out. “He does fancy you, he just has a gross way of showing it” Pandora confirms your worst nightmare, “And I’m supposed to be flattered?” 

As you and Pandora bicker back and forth about your encounter, Regulus remains stiff in his seat. Somewhere between your mentioning of Barty walking you to breakfast and Pandora’s claim that he fancies you Regulus underwent full rigour mortis, and had failed every attempt to relax himself. It’s now that Evan sets a hand on his shoulder. “Alright?” The dark haired boy snaps to attention, turning to his friend. “Hm?” He had heard exactly what Evan said, but Regulus had developed the talent of selective hearing in social settings, it was fantastic for getting people to leave you alone. It worked now, as it usually did, Evan simply hummed surreptitiously and went back to his breakfast. 

The day passed you by slowly, in the easy kind of way that often came with the seasons change. Everything seemed to slow down when autumn came over the castle, it was lovely. The very air seemed to take on an essence of calm and cosy. 

You were indulging in said cosiness on one the common room couches, curled up close to the smouldering fire with a mug of cider whilst brushing up on some reading for your Care of Magical Creatures course. Or you had been before a dip in the cushion next to you pulled you out a passage about Kneazles. As you looked up you had to draw back a bit as Regulus peered over your shoulder to get a look at the page. “You know some people keep those things as pets” He says, a little absent minded in his delivery. His eyes finally find yours, but you didn't hear what he said- too focused on how close his face was to yours. When your brain finally catches up to your mouth you respond, “Oh. Yes, I knew a lady who had one. They get quite large when they’re fully grown, it was nearly the size of her. Although she has quite old, it isn’t hard to think she might have shrunk over the years-” 

You snap your mouth shut, effectively end the rant about your elderly neighbour and her Kneazle. You have a tendency to ramble when you’re nervous, and the proximity of you and the boy next to you doesn't exactly set you at ease. You cringe in embarrassment, but Regulus is just smiling at you. It’s small, barely there really, just a small twinge in the corner of his mouth. But, for once, you notice. 

“Fascinating.” He says sarcastically, shattering what you had thought to be a sweet moment. You huff, rolling your eyes and turning away from him, “can I help you?” You ask when he remains next to you. “I’m bored.” He says, leaning his hand on his chin. “Okay?” You shoot a glance at him, only for him to cock his head to the side. “Okay?” He parrots. You close your book and turn to face him causing him to sit up and lean back against the armrest. “What could I possibly do to entertain you, Mr. Black.” You ask in a sing-songy tone. “Read to me.” He says lazily, waving a hand at your book. You gawk at him before closing your mouth abruptly and turning away from him. 

“No.” 

“No?”

“No, Regulus” 

“Why not?” 

“Because” 

Suddenly the book is snagged out of your hand, “Fine” He says, flicking through the book, “Although Kneazles have a feline-like appearance they are more closely related to the Nundu of East Africa…” You stare at him as he reads, fully expecting him to drop the bit and give your book back in some time. However, once he begins the next passage, going into more depth about the Nundu, you recline back into your seat with the realisation that he wasn’t playing a bit. 

The warmth of the fire and Regulus’ soft voice lull you into a state of such all encompassing comfort that you feel your eyes becoming unbearably heavy. Eventually you couldn’t keep yourself sitting up anymore and you curled back against the arm rest, wrapping your blanket over your shoulders. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep afterward. 

When he realises you’ve fallen asleep, Regulus slowly closes the book and watches you for a moment, the soft pout of your lips and the steady rise and fall of your chest. You look so soft and comfortable in that moment, he could scoot closer to you, feigning that he too was lulled to sleep by the dull textbook.

Instead he places the book next to you, stands and goes to leave. What he doesn’t know is how light of a sleeper you are, every bump and stir wakes you- which is not ideal for a dorm room housing five teenage girls. You keep your eyes closed as he leans over you, pulling the blanket over your shoulders and brushing your hair away from your face. Perhaps you could get used to this.

[jovenshires]

capernoited from ask game for spommy! i just thought tipsy tommy or spencer pre relationship would be cute while the other takes care of them

Capernoited - Slightly intoxicated or tipsy.

i put a little under the cut bc this got away from me a lil but i hope you enjoy!! (btw if you like this concept you can go check out spencer vs. gay panic by soupy for a different but excellent take!!)

send me a word and a character/pairing!

The way that Tommy laughs reverberates all the way through Spencer's body. It starts where Tommy's mouth meets the junction of his neck; it echoes through his collarbone and down his chest. He feels it everywhere. He aches with it.

"Alright," he says, "up and at 'em."

With the shoulder under Tommy's arm, he nudges him 'til he's standing upright again. Sure, he's still leaning on Spencer, but at least he's not fully draped across him now. Spencer can finally see as he guides them both down the hallway of Tommy's apartment building. Still, Tommy whines. "But you smell nice," he says.

He knows that Tommy's drunk; he doesn't know what he's saying, but Spencer feels his face heat up anyway. Later, when he recalls this story, he'll blame it on anything else - Tommy's body heat rolling off of him in waves, the apartment being stiflingly hot, or his sweater being too heavy for the LA weather. He won't blame it on a nice compliment from a beautiful boy.

"Thanks," he says, ignoring how pink his ears have probably gone. "I'd say the same, but you smell a lot like tequila."

Tommy laughs, because he's drunk, and he laughs at everything when he's drunk. Spencer's seen him like this before; they've gone out drinking plenty of times. Well, Tommy drinks, and Spencer watches from afar. He yearns and says nothing and drinks his sad, overpriced Sprite. He finds it works best that way - when Tommy just exists and Spencer just pines. Like Tommy's a comet and he's wishing from the ground. But tonight, for some reason, he'd volunteered to take Tommy home.

"You're funny," Tommy says suddenly. "And pretty."

This is why he's better off on the ground, he remembers suddenly. Tommy is a giddy drunk, a clingy drunk, and a flirty drunk. And Spencer is halfway in love with him. The combination of those factors leads to borderline torture - wonderful, yet excruciating torture.

Without another way to respond, Spencer snorts. "And you're drunk."

At that, Tommy sighs, like Spencer had just spoken an irrefutable truth. "Yeah," he says loftily. "But I'm just drunk now. You're always pretty."

Like he said: torture. Spencer doesn't have anything to say to that, and luckily, they've made it to Tommy's front door, so instead of saying anything, he just reaches for the keys stuffed into his back pocket. With a click, the door opens, and he lets them inside. "C'mon," he says. He flicks on the light, thankful he's hung out at Tommy's apartment enough to know the layout. For his part, Tommy just stumbles in beside him, laughing at nothing as Spencer closes the door. His arm feels heavy on Spencer's shoulders, but it's a weight he's glad to share.

"You're so nice to me," Tommy says as they shuffle together towards his bedroom. "You're, like, the best."

Actually, Spencer's far from the best. He's selfish - he volunteered to take Tommy home, even though Damien could have done it just as easily. For once, he'd gotten the courage to get a little closer, to keep Tommy's brilliant light to himself. But he doesn't say as much. He just opens the bedroom door, flips the switch to the overhead light, and leads Tommy to bed. "Easy, dude," he mutters, supporting Tommy's weight as he climbs in. He doesn't even bother sliding under the covers. Spencer sighs and looks around for another blanket to drape over him instead.

He spots one in the corner of the room and moves to grab it when suddenly he hears Tommy whine again. "Don't go," he says petulantly. "Stay."

Spencer freezes and looks over his shoulder. Tommy's looking at him with a furrowed brow and wide eyes, like he's afraid that Spencer's going to leave. It makes Spencer frown. "I won't, dude," he says. "Promise."

This time, when he goes for the blanket, Tommy says nothing, though Spencer can see him pouting out of the corner of his eye. What a baby, Spencer thinks, but he doesn't mean it. He's pretty sure Tommy could ask him for anything right now and he'd do it, no questions asked. He brings it back and drapes it over Tommy's lanky frame, covering him up. Tommy sighs happily and lets himself fall deeper into the bed, comfortable and warm. "I'm gonna go get you a glass of water, okay?" Spencer asks, and Tommy furrows his brows. "I'll be back in, like, two minutes, tops."

Tommy sighs but doesn't object. He lets Spencer leave the bedroom and head down the hallway to Tommy's kitchen. He roots around but finds the glasses easily enough, and on second thought, hunts down some aspirin, too. When he comes back, he's surprised to find that Tommy's still awake, raising his head a little as Spencer's feet find a creaky floorboard. "Here," he says. He hands Tommy the water and puts the aspirin down on the bedside table. He watches as Tommy takes a few long, thirsty sips, his Adam's apple bobbing with it, and Spencer tries not to focus on that too much. "Good, now you can't hate me in the morning."

Tommy stops drinking and puts the glass down on the table, glaring at Spencer as he does so. "Couldn't hate you," he says sincerely, and Spencer tries not to focus on that, either.

"Right," he says, awkward even to his own ears. "Well, now that you're all good, I - I should really get going, Tommy."

"No," Tommy whines again. He reaches out and grabs Spencer by the wrist. "Stay, please?"

Spencer is trying his damn best not to cave. Not without a fight, at least. "It's late, man, and I don't want this to be weird."

Tommy shakes his head emphatically. "Please. Just stay, just for tonight. I just need to like..." He gestures with the hand that's not holding onto Spencer, waving at the room around them. "Remember this was real. Remember you like this. Okay?"

It's like he said - he'd do anything, no questions asked. So he sighs and relents: "Fine. I'll be on the couch, alright?" Tommy pouts again, but Spencer shakes his head. "Absolutely not budging on that. Promise, I'll be here all night." At Tommy's doubtful look, he adds, "I wouldn't lie to you, would I?"

Tommy sighs again, like Spencer's said something that makes so much sense. "No," he says. He squeezes Spencer's wrist and curls deeper into his pillow. "Okay. See you tomorrow, Spencer."

When Tommy lets go, he knows he feels a little colder, but he refuses to examine why. "Night, Tommy," he says. He waits for a moment to listen to Tommy's breathing even out before he goes. He finds a notepad in one of the kitchen drawers, writes a warning to Tommy for the morning, and sticks it on the nightstand with the aspirin. Then he heads for the couch, kicking off his shoes and settling in for the night. He's a lot of things - selfish, yeah. An idiot, maybe. But he's not a liar. Not even if Tommy probably won't remember the whole thing in the morning.

He drifts to sleep on Tommy's couch, the long night finally taking its toll on him, and dreams of comets and beautiful boys.

[meowijuana44]

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𓊆ྀི diagnosed borderline personality, 118 years.𓊇ྀི

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꒰ঌ 𝖋𝖆𝖛 𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖘 ໒꒱ rob zombie, car seat headrest, pinegrove, acid bath, sunami, slowdive, dystopia, tool, x, the queers, la dispute, lil peep, $b, pavement, mom jeans, etc.

꒰ঌ 𝖋𝖆𝖛 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 ໒꒱ lace, bows, pink, raccoons, dolls, antiques, smoking, dr pepper, sweet scents, cats, my boyfriend and best friend, cold weather, sweaters, messy makeup, and many more!

꒰ঌ 𝖋𝖆𝖛 𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖒𝖘 ໒꒱ girl interrupted, horror movies, gia, the virgin suicides, dinner in america, the breakfast club, bride of chucky, i believe in unicorns, all the bright places, but i’m a cheerleader, 31, etc.

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dms are always open <3

[daggerandrose]

🧣sunday snippet🧣

Happy Sunday everyone! I wish the weekend was longer ugh But! I've been working on my big bang for this round a little bit more today and it’s coming together!

oh and I was tagged by: @absoloutenonsense @kingonafiftymetreroad @crinkle-eyed-boo and @eeveelou! I'll tag y’all back if you have anything to share. If you’re not working on anything right now, then consider this a little “hi, I hope you're doing well!”

“Blood orange, shut up it’s fucking red,” Louis sneers and rolls his eyes.

“No, there is a distinct difference.”

“There’s really not.” Louis rummages through the bolts until he pulls out a deep red. He holds it beside the swatch Harry found. “See?”

Harry glares at him. “There is a difference. Mine has more of an orange tint to it. It’s still red, but it borderlines orange.”

“So, you admit it’s red.”

Harry rolls his eyes. “Calling it blood orange makes it sound more expensive.”

“Is that what you want from your designs? For them to be unobtainable to the average person?” There’s judgment clear in his voice.

“Don’t you want to see your designs on celebs and highly influential people? Don’t you want them to be a mark of status?”

“Not at all,” Louis rubs his deep red fabric between his thumb and pointer finger, testing the weight and thickness. “I want anyone who can to wear them. I want it to be someone’s comfort clothes. You know, the type you thrown on at the end of the day?” He looks over at Harry. “You do have clothes like that, don’t you?”

Harry thinks to his ragged lavender sweater he throws on the moment the weather turns cool and the sweatpants he saves exclusively for when he feels extremely overwhelmed by everything. “I have a few pieces like that.”

Louis hums, glancing up and down Harry’s body. “I’m not going to lie, that surprises me. You seem to be ‘on’ at all times. I’d think that set of lifestyle would bleed over into your entire wardrobe too.”

Harry glances down at his favorite Gucci shirt and burgundy corduroy pants. His brown boots are in need of polishing, but they’re extremely comfortable. “What’s wrong with looking nice?”

[alephnol]

Hello, as for my quest to make a fandom, here.

This is Klaus , enjoy!

He would love to awnser questions n what not. (Eventually i will Share all my characters!) (hopefully he isn’t ableist)

General Info

Name:  klaus Krause

Nickname: Doktor k, doc. klaus, Doctor love

Gender: male

Ancestry: half German half Ukrainian. (Lives in Germany)

Age: appearance age: 37-40.   True age: 2000>

Appearance

Height: 5”7 or 170.18 cm/ 1.7 meters

Weight: 128 pounds or 58.0598 kilos

Hair: fluffy and feathery outward, length around to shoulders if straightened. Bangs swept to the right to his view. Curls at ends. Pale taupe color with frosted ends and white hairs littering everywhere. He has a stubble.

Skin: freckles litter his skin. His skin color is called Chardonnay. His skin always has a light blush to it.

Distinguishing marks: He has a tan line over his eyes where he wore goggles all the time. One of his eyes is permanently space inflicted from the teleporter's rage. He has sharp teeth as well. His hair behaves as if it was electrically static-ed.

Eyes: almond shaped. One of his eyes as said is spacey whilst the other is a very dim cyan. If you look close enough, you will see he has central heterochromia with green.

Clothing: he tends to wear semi classy outfits like a turtleneck with a dark science jacket. He always wears military boots and military pants. He says it is useful in bad weather. He sometimes dresses librarian-esque.

PHASE LEFT (EMESIS BLUE superstate)(Klaus)

Temperament: calm and collected yet easily startled. Very sophisticated and royal-esque. He is an intp.

Moral/ethical beliefs: he believes that something shall be achieved at all costs unless it is murder or torture. He cannot stand the sight of death there. But unless someone is borderline trying to kill him or his family, he ont engage in violence. Despite this, he is very blunt and bold.

Religious beliefs: he used to be catholic, but is now undecided.

Political stance: I don't believe it matters but he is more centrist. Leaning a smidgen left.

Hobbies: he knits and reads. He also learned guitar and the piano. He was in choir as well.

Habits: when nervous he will rub his head. He scratched his right arm a lot. Now he has a prothstetic. Still does it. He stares at people a lot. He also spaces out.

Quirks/eccentricities: he has a hard time talking to women. It’s not that he gets all OOH A GIRL! no, he has just never got along with them. He talks quieter to them in fact.

Likes: cats. He likes borscht and tea. His favorite tea is grapefruit tea. He is a scientist and medical professional so that too, bunnies are his favorite lil creatures. Oddly enough he loves triangles, or polygon shapes. Turtleneck sweaters as well. Tarantulas ironically

Dislikes: birds, funny enough. He hates dark blue too. Bright lights, public spaces… too many people makes him feel paranoid. He is petrified of tiny spiders

Fears: claustrophobia. Death. Being alone forever

Strengths: he does science well, he is a good therapist too. He has the right level of patience and impatience.

Weaknesses: he can’t stand large crowds. Frogs. Allergic to peanuts. He is depressed

Short term goals: he wants to achieve peace in himself.

Long term goals: he wants to discover all worlds out there as possible and defend them.

Hopes and desires: he wants to have a family and to be happy. Wants people to love the mysteries of the world.

Occupation: doctor, chemist, traveler

Skills: knitting, dancing(very flexible) singing (up to soprano) great piano player.

Secrets:.

He is nasbird. THE nasbird. (Peace nation personification)

He is knows when EB fritz dies because of dreams

PHASE RIGHT (comic au superstate) Doktor k)

Temperament: enfp almost. Hyper, eccentric, and impulsive. Alike his other personality, very bold and blunt.

Moral/ethical beliefs: unlike his other personality.. he wants everything at all costs unless it’s murder on most occasions. Torture is ok.

Religious beliefs: atheist

Political stance: more left than his other side.

Hobbies: singing, acting, guitar playing.

Habits: he laughs a lot and is quite loud and jittery when he talks

Quirks/eccentricities: he tends to stutter when lying, enough to notice. He fidgets with his hands a lot. He has an oral fixation.

Likes: I mean, yeah, he likes sex.(no shit, he isn’t ace) He loves cats, bats, his mutated pets, he finds red soothing. Purple and green is his fav colors. He is a sausage guy

Dislikes: arguments and fussy people (too annoying) being alone for too long I suppose.

Fears: death or being forgotten.

Strengths: he is very brave and ambitious, he is flexible as hell and very prideful in his speech, a good debater.

Weaknesses: he can’t stand people who hate him. He is allergic to peanuts (still) and left alone too long will make him paranoid.

Short term goals: wants to cure cancer

Long term goals: wants to see tf2 medic again and beat god with him

Hopes and desires: to have an army of alien pets, to help his nation be strong and powerful. (In the peaceful manner)

Occupation: scientist, (mostly chemist) actor and shitty spy

Skills: he is good at ballet. (All forms) same as other state.

Gear

Always has:

Green balance Goggles (helps him calm down or hide emotions as dr k)

medic emblem eyepatch (for when he is Klaus so he can hide that eerie eye)

Sometimes has:

Necklaces of medic, Test tubes scattered, along with other chemist stuff. Medical and chemical textbooks and books he wrote, so on.

Events and History

Recent notable events

He learned he had technically died in the teleporter yet is stuck in a super state

he and the medic reunited.

Bad events in the past

He got a syndrome known as teleporters rage (1) from teleporting to ww1

He has major insecurity issues because of what he did.

he was he attempted self death, but learned he can’t die.

Good events in the past

He and the medic were very good friends in childhood.

Him and Otacon made decent friends!

He adopted Cesare

History and background details

He and the medic (tf2 Ludwig), were friends. Best friends even. Both going into medical school together in fact. Medic was less ethical, but Klaus didn't mind. Even crushing on the medic, but figuring it would destroy their relationship, he never acted upon it, at least until they were 20. They graduated from medical school getting their license, (medic barely) and celebrated with.. (how do I put this) partying drunk and doing the do. (consensual of course. They planned to whilst sober) two weeks after, medic got his license revoked for stealing a man’s skeleton and had to flee his nation. Klaus never saw him again and he missed the medic a lot. Right before medic fled, however, Klaus got whispers of the gods (probably just his destiny as nasbird but he never knew that) to create teleportation and such. So he does, contacts medic after his 4 years of creating it, and they turned it on and Klaus went in, right after that it closed automatically, medic never seeing Klaus again. Klaus ends up going into a warped ww1. He gains a syndrome called ‘teleporter’s rage’ and after two hours murders 3 people in defense and eats their corpses. He is rabid for two days. He hated what he did but it wasn’t on his mind as much as survival for the next two years. (He gained a hatred for fighting.) Maksim then opened a portal and dragged Klaus out. (He has no idea who he is) and Maksim explains everything and later they become friends. Klaus then learns modern teleportation machinery (space watches) and becomes a world logger. Teleporting from world to world to figure out how true they are. Eventually, ivanska, (litteraly related to Ivan braginsky) goes crazy and tries to nuke Switzerland. Promptly, Klaus is pissed, sending the nuke back to Russia and teleporting away. After such, he ends up in a middle world where he builds his lab and stuff. His two ‘personalities’ start to show as states of physicality, not as personalities. Learning he is a living paradox (Schrödinger’s cat, he doesn’t realize he is dead and alive till way post story tho), he tries to find out how to select one of the AU’S he is from. Desperately teleporting universe to universe to find out how to get home. He gives up and just does experiments in his lab for 3 years until he decides he kind of wants to raise someone. And who better to raise than… a 25 year old somnambulist with heavy trauma. (Hmmmmmmm) anyways, through realizing sleepwalking some how can transfer universes and remembering his dreams, he does some harmless sleeping tests to study somnambulism so he can project it onto one of his phases to see if this can make him transport not just mentally, but physically to EMESIS BLUE. after so many tries, it works and Cesare was pulled there too. So yeah. Now he is trying to become friends with fritz. Les go.

[flowerr44444]

This is painful to watch. It's also sad that some womyn think they won't have meaningful connections in life or professional bussiness relations unless they literaly scrape their entire face off.

Lemme tell ya all about french fashion

Here we get W R I N K L E S to show our seniority in a high earner job position

The hair ought to be healthy BUT just because we need to look good after it goes unwashed for the second week. We busy kay

Makeup doesn't save you sleep hours, ITS OPPOSITE it takes at most 3 HOURS, you can't be borderline drunk from exhaustion! slap on water and sunscreen, wash your teeth, brush your hair and style it with a clip, bestie we done for da day, chapstick is here to be a relaxing bathroom thing later

Heels? Nuh uh. Flats? Yuh uh. There are meetings to be sat through and 3 hour long reports to present before others okay, you will need to W A L K for the BUS

Skirt? IN THIS WEATHER???? FROM THIS CHEAP SHIT??? Expensive cotton suite pants are just better and warmer p e r i o d

Finish off with simple but uniform top like a sweater or a jacket (this combo lets you circle through and look prof af 24/7 with no effort while matching up and down)

Get some expensive jewellery and a bigass watch, you can exchange them at any time (it's also a status thing, says more about your investment skills then any cosmetic surgery ever will)

Acrylic nails are your doom. Natural healthy long nails will give you a clean look and draw much more attention to how unique of a structure your entire hand might have. They also SAVE TIME AND MONEY FOR THE NEXT EDITION OF FORBES okay i'm joking, they actually save you from ever visiting a doctor because the nail got infected somehow

After this makeover you will simply have all the guts to say the faveourite one liner every time someone tries to ruin your life and mental health - TOUCH ME ONE MORE TIME AND I BRING CAMERA EVIDANCE TO HR AND INVOLVE MY LAWYER - you will be too pissed off every day having to deal with annoying dipshits to ever lack that confidance! rack up a score! Make it a challange!

i hate everything

[ghostaide]

NAME ... aleksandr serafin novak. NICKNAMES ... aleks. AGE ... arc dependent. BIRTHDAY ... january 21st. GENDER ... transman, he/him. SEXUALITY ... bisexual. SPECIES ... human, psychic medium. OCCUPATION ... private detective.

ABILITY ... aleksandr novak is a psychic medium with an access to a plethora of psychic abilities. his primary ability is simply referred to as knowing. in his mind, aleks has omnipotent knowledge of history, the world and others. this knowledge prods constantly at his mind and he has to actively repress accepting it, as the rush of ancient knowledge would be dangerous for his brain to accept. HAIR ... soft, pure white hair. slightly textured with mild waves. it falls to around aleksandr's shoulders. he will typically tie it back for work, but leaves it loose and in his face on his off hours. EYES ... deep - set into his sockets with hooded eyelids. in color, they are a warm, dark brown. they possess a perpetually sleepy or sultry quality, depending on how you see it. PHYSIQUE ... overall very average. carries some extra weight that shows most around his cheeks, upper arms, thighs, stomach and butt. NOTABLE FEATURES ... thick eyebrows that meet in the middle, cold and delicate hands, pale skin. HEIGHT ... five - foot - two. WEIGHT ... STYLE ... nothing too specific. he leans towards clothes that keep him covered up for the most part. he enjoys wearing baggy jeans, oversized sweaters and heavy boots that typically add a few inches to his meager height. PIERCINGS/TATTOOS ... both ear lobes are pierced.

TRAITS ... on the surface level, aleks can come off as a pushover. he feels a consistent need to help others, even to his own detriment. however, he can also be sardonic, bitchy and snarky. he has anger in him he often suppresses, but it is outweighed by his genuine love for others and the world at large. LIKE ... reading, video games, rainy weather, clocking out of work, absurdist humor, food. DISLIKES ... loud noises, certain textures, being touched, arrogance, conflict.

MENTAL PROFILE ... borderline personality disorder, autism spectrum disorder, complex post traumatic stress disorder. PHYSICAL PROFILE ... chronic pain.

RELATIONSHIPS. ♡ leon kennedy,

NOTES. ➥ aleks struggles with drug dependency. ➥ in his possession is a haunted doll he calls mary. he treats her similarly to a daughter.

BACKGROUND.

[musicaalternativaeindie]

Música Alternatiav o Indie rock

Esta es otra de mis categorías favoritas de música la indie rock un subgénero del rock alternativo.Se originó en los Estados Unidos, Reino Unido y Nueva Zelanda en la década de 1980. De gran diversidad, presenta variados sub-géneros que incluyen al lo-fi, slowcore y entre otros

Alguna que otra banda indie rock sería

-Pink Floyd

-The smiths

- The killers

-The neighborhood

-Imagine Dragons

-Tame Impala

-Arctic Monkeys

-Cage the elephant

-The cure

Estas y otras más son muy conocidas en este género, y a mi en lo personal me gusta como suena Arctic Monkeys y Cage the elephant en este subgénero.

Les dejo unas de mis canciones Indie Rock Favoritas

[simplykorra]

I also wrote a little fic to go with it because i’m obsessed with this

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The girls locker room is pretty much what Ava thinks heaven is like. 

Steamy and warm, smells vaguely like cheap soap and hairspray - plus all the hot girls fresh off their big victory. 

Though Ava knows to be respectful. She’s not in here to ogle the pretty girls or even talk to them, no no, she has one singular focus and that’s her best friend. 

Because Ava doesn’t know a damn thing about rugby really, she just knows it’s badass chicks who throw a weird shaped ball around and knock the shit out of each other. 

Which, quite frankly, Ava thinks is pretty fucking rad.

She tugs at the sleeves of her windbreaker, her hands hidden beneath it because she doesn't want to accidentally touch anything in here - as she makes her way through the rows of lockers in search of Bea. 

Finding her proves to be pretty easy once Ava makes it past all the bright colors and perfume clouds to the spot where there are two neatly folded towels on a bench. 

Beatrice is standing there in her sweatpants, hair still dripping wet from a shower and a cropped tank on. 

That’s it, she doesn’t even have her socks on yet. 

So yeah, Ava’s kind of losing her mind because she and Beatrice are close, they have spent the night together more than Ava can count, but it’s always darker then, Bea wears big sweaters and Ava’s always stealing her letterman’s jacket. 

This? This is Beatrice dressed way down. This is also the first time Ava has seen Beatrice’s abs in the light of day. 

Holy shit. 

She’s cut, like hip divots and muscle that flexes as she lifts hands up to tie her hair back. 

Ava can't help but be greedy, she can't help it. She’s weak, it feels borderline uncool as she just drinks the sight in. Her blatant ogling out of her best friend makes Zach Morris look like a saint. 

“Ava?” Someone calls her name and her eyes snap up when she slowly realizes it’s Beatrice. “Hello.” She says with a soft smile, but there’s something else too, her cheeks are red and she’s biting on her bottom lip a bit nervously. 

Did she…did she see Ava staring?

How could she not? The town forty miles north probably saw her staring. “Hey, Bea!” Ava grins, needing to push through. “You were great out there! You really rugbied the hell out of that game!”

Beatrice laughs, a true, genuine laugh that Ava finds herself thinking about when she first wakes up in the morning. “Thank you, it was a tough match, but we started to pull away in the end.”

“You did, you took a few hard hits though. Are you all good?”

“I am,” she smiles, looking down at her feet. “I’m really glad you could make it.”

“Of course, I told you I wouldn't miss a game and I don’t intend to.” Beatrice never asked, but Ava knows there’s a part of her that struggles with going through life alone. Her parents aren’t around, they won’t ever be again if Ava has her way. So she’s made it her job to be Bea’s support system and if that means she has to go out in the rain at seven in the morning and watch a bunch of people run up and down a field for a few hours, she gladly will. 

Especially when the end result is seeing Beatrice after the match like this. 

Because, again, Ava is greedy and her eyes seek out those abs again and oh it hits her low in her belly, making her legs squeeze together a little. 

She’s staring too much, so she tugs at the sleeves of her windbreaker and looks away again. “I appreciate it,” Beatrice takes a step towards her, squeezing her arm. “If you give me a few minutes to dress we could go and grab some lunch before going to the skate park.”

“You want to go?”

“Of course,” Beatrice shrugs on a t-shirt, much to Ava’s dismay. “The weather should clear up, I can study for my exam next week while you…what’s the word? Shred?”

Ava can't help herself from cackling, god she adores Beatrice so fucking much.

more 90s au!

there's a quite a bit of unfinished 90s au up on patreon including a less...clothed.. sketch...

[on-the-borderline-of-grace]

My days are full of blessings even ones disguised as silver linings.

Humbly & graciously I accept and give thanks.

Stay looking for the light my friends.

[inculpatemartyr]

[cherienymphe]

all of my writing explores dark themes such as non-consent, dubious-consent, and a/b/o subjects. if any of this offends you, this has been your warning!

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Traitor

Your friendship is tested when JJ discovers that you’ve been sneaking around with Rafe motherfucking Cameron.

The Less I Know The Better

When you start dating Rafe Cameron, no one is more surprised than you when your best friend JJ takes it really well. However, no one is more surprised than JJ when he’s forced to see his once frumpy BFF in an entirely new light, suddenly terrified of losing what he never knew he had to the person he hates most.

Borderline

The three times you had sex with your best friend…and the one time you didn’t.

Sweater Weather 

Your brother’s best friend takes it upon himself to butt into your life when he catches you the last place you’re supposed to be.

Teenage Dirtbag

You’re charmingly spoiled. You’re too kind for your own good. You’re the princess of Figure 8 …and you’re way out of JJ Maybank’s league, but when he realizes that Rafe Cameron’s pride and joy is actually a bruised and battered damsel, he’s determined to save you.

Your rescue just comes with a price.

You Get Me So High

To everyone else, JJ is just being an overprotective brother. To you, he’s being a possessive asshole.

➥ As a boyfriend

➥ Dark!JJ