#it's a little far from my room but im a light sleeper and i keep the door open at night. so itd probably still work??

[orcelito]

Few things have made me feel more like an adult than me finally buying a co2 detector and then struggling to figure out where to Put It, since I couldn't have it too close to the furnace or any kitchen appliances or in the humidity of the bathroom AND I didn't have any good outlets for it. Needs to be somewhere that still gets air, can't be on a power strip, etc etc. Nowhere in my room worked for it, & most places besides that were either too close to the furnace or too far to be helpful.

I ended up putting it behind the shoe rack in my entryway. Bc it'll at least still get air that way, and there's only One thing on that outlet right now. So hopefully it's fine 👍

[starry-bi-sky]

MOVING THIS TO RBS bc i have my laptop and can actually give a longer response now. >:]. And man where do I start. Mmmmmm.

When Danny finds out he's a clone is v v important to me because in clone^2 he acquires Lil Damian after finding out he's Bruce Wayne's clone (rather than Batman's) and it offers a lot of weight and introspection to their relationship, but I also want to follow your post's canon. MMMM. I'm putting a pin in it for now bc im running circles around in my own head, and deciding for now that Danny knew he was a clone before he and Kon started dating, and waited to tell him because being a clone is very personal to him, and it's not something he tells just anyone. Only his close circle of friends and family know he's a clone, so him telling Kon was a huge show of trust and vulnerability.

Also, for no other reason than I think it's hysterical, but when Kon tells Tim about his boyfriend being Batman's clone, he has no idea about Damian. He knows Danny has a little brother he adores, but they've never met and Damian isn't really that rare of a name.

That's because Danny's pretty secure (most of the time) in the knowledge that nobody will piece together that he's a clone regardless of if he knows he's Bruce's/Batman's clone, since A (if he knows he's Bruce's clone): the current general public know Bruce Wayne as a he is currently; a well-dressed man in his late thirties-early forties with a Captain America build (among other things), and Danny is a 17-18-ish year old boy with a sleeper build and long hair and a preferred fashion of "baggy alternative that forces people of all kind to question their sexuality"

(Genderfluid danny for the WIN)

and B (if he knows he's Batman's clone): nobody knows what tf Batman looks like.

Baby Dames is a whole other story, since Damian Wayne is in the public eye quite often, Danny thinks Dames is at a bigger risk of getting recognized despite being significantly younger than his template. Which means he's a bit more protective/wary about introducing him to people, although they've been lucky so far.

Danny introduces Kon to Damian about a week or so after telling him about being a clone, Kon's positive reaction to the reveal gave Danny the confidence and security to introduce him to Damian. He doesn't outright state Damian is also a clone, but Kon connects the dots instantly upon meeting him, but is smart enough to keep mum about it.

ALSO, to switch gears again, I love the implication here (to me at least) that Tim knows about Danny, but hasn't quite met him yet. I think he'd clock Danny being a clone pretty quickly (not instantly, but quickly) due to the sheer amount of research/stalking he went into with Bruce. Iirc he even knew what kind of paintings he liked, so I think he'd definitely (even if its eventually) recognize a younger Bruce Wayne in Danny.

Like, oh, yeah, his best friend is dating some guy from the Midwest and Kon's probably told him everything under the sun about Danny -- like how he does this cute little grunt when you catch his attention, and that he has a habit of chewing on the end of his pen or thumb nail when he's lost in thought, and he scrunches up his brows sometimes when he's confused, and he has a smile that could light up a whole room, and eyes as bright as glaciers, and -- and it's to the point that Tim probably knows everything about the guy and they've never even met.

He doesn't even bother looking him up, because damn, he already knows what Danny looks like just from Kon's description alone. The one time he decides not to be an obsessive little freak and it comes around to bite him in the ass, because Danny is apparently a clone of Bruce. He finally goes and looks him up and goddamn, the similarities are right there. He even has Bruce's goofy-ass bat-wing shaped eyebrows.

How did this go under the radar for so long.

AND -- because the ADHD is hitting and i'm hopping topics like a mallet in whack-a-mole -- the meetcute. Obsessed with thinking about how Kon and Danny met, and imo the only appropriate (/j) way is that it was as mutually civilians. Except I wanna explore the concept, so instead of it being a coffeeshop meetcute, it's something else.

Danny is in Metropolis with his family for something and was exploring the city during the rare few moments he's alone, and it's very important to me and only me to mention that he's been having a rough go of it lately. Just the new-usual and monthly identity crisis, so he's gone and stuck more holes in his ears. With the added bonus of a brand spanking new eyebrow piercing and lip piercing. If he doesn't like it, he can just take them out and let them heal.

Anyways, he's standing at a stoplight and waiting for the crosswalk to go, Kon was standing next to him and they were relatively ignoring each other. They're standing at a corner with relatively low traffic, and the crosswalk lights up. What happens is that Kon is walking somewhat in front of Danny, when a car comes veering around the corner. It's going fast enough that it would've most certainly hit Kon, if he weren't half-kryptonian.

And also if it weren't for the fact that Danny is faster. Before Kon can dive out of the way of the oncoming speeder, an arm snakes around his waist and he's yanked back and onto the ground. Seconds later, the car whizzes past, a hairsbreadth away from Kon's feet.

"Shit." He says without thinking, slack-jawed and shocked for multiple reasons, and he continues to not think as he tacks on; "Good reflexes."

He turns to look at his supposed savior, and sees a boy with long, dark lashes and even longer hair, pretty blue eyes, and propping himself up on his elbow. The boy gives him a sarcastic smile, "Thanks," he says, "made them myself. You alright?"

"Just peachy." Kon manages to get out, and watches the boy unwrap his arm from around his waist and get up, and then thinks to get up himself.

"You'd think that guy was being chased by the Bat himself." The boy quips dryly, brushing himself off. "He's in the wrong city for that, Gotham is the next storm cloud over."

Kon snorts, and somehow manages to get the pretty boy's name and number, offering to show him the best places in Metropolis as repayment for "saving" him. The rest is history. They start out friends, and only start dating half a year later. Kon was visiting Metropolis to visit Clark and Lois, and heads back to Smallville after he's done -- which is fortunate. Because it's about five hours closer to Illinois than Metropolis, which makes popping by Amity Park to see Danny occasionally just a liitttle bit easier.

Over 900 prompt

Okay I love the Danny is a clone of Batman aus but I've never seen this done.

Danny and Kon dating and Then Danny learning his parents cloned Batman thinking he is a ghost only to find out he isn't and kept Danny as their kid.

Just think of the hilarious reactions

Caue this immediately popped into my head.

Kon: *muffled screaming into Tim's couch*

Tim: ....you good?

Kon: danny is the clone of Batman

Tim: ...

Kon: I'm the clone of Superman

Tim:...

Kon: AND WE ARE DATING!

[qianinterprises]

Warm Mornings

Pairing | Jeno x Reader x Jaemin

Warning(s) | slightly suggestive (if you squint), polyamorous relationship

Synopsis | Just an everyday morning in the life of you, snuggled between the loves of your life.

Author’s Notes | I wrote this after reading this by @bluejaem. After getting permission (in the form of a brain dumped imagine lol), I decided to write my own little NoMin poly! I would also like to add that I started over three damn times before I was finally happy with it, but it has not been beta read so... expect grammatical errors (Im sorry!)

Work Count | 1.9K

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As morning bloomed over the city, pulling individuals out of their dreams to dawn a new day, you rolled over under the blankets, careful not to disturb the arms wrapped around your waist in your quest for comfort. As you settled on your side, facing the eastern window, your eyes cracked open, sleep already leaving you for awakeness.

Sunlight beamed into the window, casting hues of gold along the walls, creating patterns and designs of light around the room. One beam of sun in particular hit the back of the man to your left, light bouncing off his bare skin and illuminating his body in such a way he appeared to almost be glowing. Golden rays bounced off his dyed brown hair, creating such an heir of elegant innocence around him.

The bed ruffled and the body behind you wiggled until one of the arms around your waist was pulling you back against a broad chest, face nestling in your neck, blowing soft tufts of air across your sensitive skin, making you shudder.

“Good morning,” his voice was deep and raspy, husky with sleep.

“Morning,” you whispered back, quiet so as not to wake the male in front of you.

“Is he glowing?”

A smile falls across your face, eyes roving over the porcelain face of Na Jaemin, deep in the confines of sleep, eyes fluttering lightly with dreams, hair a mess atop his head.

“Like an angel,” you whispered.

The arms around your waist seemed to tighten even more as he pressed a kiss on your jaw.

“Our angel.”

You placed your hands lightly over his, stroking along his skin, tracing the bulging veins that came with being a well-built muscular man with a love for exercise.

“Are you two talking about me again?”

Jaemin’s voice brought a yelp from your throat and your body lurched backwards in shock, unfortunately sending your foot into a not so friendly place for the man behind you.

The arms released your body completely as said male let out a slow whine, hands moving down to cup himself, coaxing the organ to stop spiking with the pain your foot had left.

You rolled over, careful of your limbs this time to check that the male was alright.

Lee Jeno. A tall, lanky but muscular man that had stolen your heart the first time your eyes met. His face was contorted in pain, eyes squeezed shut to keep in the tears that surely weren’t far from falling.

“I am so sorry!” you breathed, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder, but he flinched at your touch.

“Give him a moment. Let him catch his bearings.”

Jaemin’s voice wasn’t half so husky now as he wound his arms around his waist and pulled you back, careful of your feet as you curled your legs again comfortably.

“That wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t been pretending to be asleep!” you hissed.

“Oh I wasn’t pretending. You two just aren’t as quiet as you think you are.”

You turned your head to send a glare at him when a puff of air left Jeno’s lips and his body uncurled itself. His eyes opened, glassy, and he blinked a few times to rid the tears that threatened to fall.

“Next time you jump in fear, try to make sure your not curled up first!”

Jaemin snorted and you shook your hide, sliding out of Jaemin’s arms and closer to Jeno, who engulfed you in a bear hug, pressing your face against his shoulder.

“No fair! He got cuddles already! I haven’t got my cuddles yet!” Jaemin’s voice whined behind you.

“I just got kicked in the balls! I think I deserve a few extra cuddles!” Jeno insisted.

You rolled your eyes and pulled away from Jeno slightly. He let out a small, puppy whine, hands clinging to your waist as Jaemin cackled behind you, making a grab to pull you away. He let out his own yelp when you slapped one of his hands away and instead, grabbed his arm, tugging him closer until his chest was pressed against your back.

“You can both cuddle me,” you mumbled, nuzzling your face into Jeno’s neck as Jaemin’s arms slowly wrapped themselves around your body.

Your eyes began to droop as two warm bodies help you snuggly between them, hands softly stroking your back or your arms, lulling you back into your dreams, breathing in Jeno’s scent of earthy body wash, content at the way Jaemin’s lips pressed butterfly kisses along your neck.

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When you opened your eyes for the second time, you noted the lack of arms around you and the rhythmic heartbeat against your ear.

You let out a soft yawn, shuffling closer to the chest, immediately recognizing it as Jeno’s. You wound your arms around his waist, holding onto him like an overstuffed teddy bear.

He had his phone in his hand, playing some weird alien-killing game, his other hand lazily drawing patterns beneath your shirt against your back.

“Where’s Jaemin?” you asked with a small yawn, nuzzling closer.

“In the kitchen.”

It shouldn’t have been a surprise when he didn’t glance up from the game as another green alien blob appeared on screen.

“I’m going to go see if he needs any help.”

You moved to get up, but the hand down your shirt quickly pulled out and wound itself around your waist, preventing you from moving.

“I’m under strict orders not to let you out of this bed.”

You rolled your eyes but complied, happy to rest your head against Jeno’s bare chest, but his abs were only so interesting.

“Can you hand me my phone?”

Dating two was a lot different than dating just one. You had to make compromises and things didn’t always work out flawlessly. For example, sleeping arrangements.

After dating for a while, the three of you had decided to get an apartment together rather than living in two separate apartments (because Jeno and Jaemin already lived together). It made sense, especially with their differing jobs and never having time to go on dates as a trio. When you’d first bought the apartment, you’d taken your queen sized bed from your old one, but that quickly ended in disaster, either Jaemin or Jeno ending up on the floor in the middle of the night after being kicked out of bed from a restless sleeper.

After finding one or both men snuggled up uncomfortably on the couch because the bed just wasn’t big enough for the three of you, you’d pooled your money and bought a larger, King sized bed. However, while this kept you all in bed without bruises, it also meant you were stuck under two blankets between two boys, both of which radiated heat like a space heater.

You’d find yourself waking up in the middle of the night, their arms wrapped around you, your shirt sticking to your back in sweat, which should have been an easy enough solution, just kick the blankets off. Problem was, when you did, you either squirmed so much it woke one or both of them up, or you ended up warm and toasty between two shivering boys. That was an issue solved with a ceiling fan, though it wasn’t perfect.

The newest issue, however, was always needing assistance to reach something. Rather than sleeping on a side with a night stand, you were constantly shaking them awake to ask for a sip of water from the nightstand or crawling over one of them to use the restroom. A solution to this problem didn’t seem so simple as the others. However, despite waking them up countless times in the middle of the night, they never complained. In fact, they almost seemed happy to do it, even when Jaemin was sluggishly pulling himself out of bed at 5am for work after a rough night.

Unwinding his arm from around your waist, Jeno reached for your phone on the nightstand, unplugging it, and placing it in your hands, wrapping his arm back around your waist and going back to his game.

Pressing a kiss to his chest in thanks, you unlocked your phone, smiling at the photo of the three of you at the beach, begrudgingly taken by Donghyuck who’d gotten roped into third-wheeling when Renjun had bailed at the last minute.

You opened your Tumblr account, shifting to hide your screen from curious eyes and you pulled up your initial feed, hearting posts and reblogging memes until you came upon a fic from your favorite blog <your favorite blog> featuring South Korean heartthrob, Jung Jaehyun.

Biting down on your lower lip, you took another glance at Jeno before letting your eyes scan greedily over the words, drinking them in. It wasn’t long before you were fully absorbed in the story that you didn’t realize Jaemin was calling your name until the phone was snatched out of your hands.

“Geez! You’d think you’d gone deaf!” Jaemin exclaimed.

You felt your cheeks heat up, nose twitching in embarrassment as you carooned into Jeno’s chest.

“What in the-”

Jeno cut himself off. You glanced up at him, curious as to what had shocked him, only for your eyes to widen when you found him gaping at your screen.

“What kind of filth-!”

“It’s called smut! And it’s not for you!” you cried, reaching for the phone, only to have it raised higher, out of your reach.

You huffed.

“When did you start reading that stuff?!” Jaemin gaped.

“Probably around the same time Jeno put that virus on your laptop!”

“Hey!”

“So you’re the culprit! I had to explain to my older brother why I had a virus from an adult site I’d never watched before!” Jaemin exclaimed.

He jumped on the bed, grabbed his pillow, and hit Jeno over the head with it, hitting you at the same time.

“Ouch!” you whined. “Stop it!”

Jaemin huffed and flopped down on the bed, crossing his arms over his chest.

Jeno placed your phone back on the table and all was quiet until you turned to look at Jaemin.

“What were you calling me for anyways?”

He stared at you in confusion for a moment before perking up.

“Oh! Do you want orange juice or coffee?”

“Um… coffee duh! We started dating two years ago, right? Not yesterday?”

“I was just making sure!” he grumbled, crawling out of bed and stomping back to the kitchen.

When he was gone, Jeno leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead.

“I still want to know why you were reading filth about that idol…”

“Just forget it Jeno. You wouldn’t understand,” you groaned.

Not even a minute later, Jaemin was walking back into the room carefully balancing three trays in his arms. Jeno reached out to grab his own. Jaemin placed your tray over your lap and slid back under the blankets on your left. You sat up in bed and leaned close to press a kiss to the males cheek, only for him to turn at the last minute, capturing your lips.

He brought a hand to your face, cupping your cheek softly, drawing you closer as his tongue brushed over your bottom lip before pulling away, placing a lasting peck on your forehead.

“I love you,” he whispered.

You nuzzled yourself closer, careful not to disturb the tray of food on your lap.

“I love you more,” Jeno, clearly dissatisfied with his lack of attention, stated moving up behind you and pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

You let out a breathy laugh, wrapped one arm around Jaemin’s neck, the other around Jeno’s.

“I love you both the most.”

[komoreangel]

𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐪

pairings: xiao, childe, and diluc x gn!reader (separate) 

scenario: you’re very tired today, and your boyfriend makes such a nice pillow

request: Hi! I just found your blog and your writing is just incredible! Could I request falling asleep on their lap for Xiao, Childe, and Diluc?

genre: im running out of ways to say fluff but fluff 100% 

xiao 

you two would probably be sitting on the roof of the wangshu inn

or maybe the roof of that one tower thats a bit ways away from liyue 

just a roof in general

and maybe he notices you’re a bit tired so he decides he’s going to tell you some stories

just to help you relax

so he tells you about the adventures he’s been on, while trying to keep it lighthearted for your sake

and the sound of his voice is so relaxing 

so you lean against him a bit and then

you have successfully fallen asleep in none other but the guardian yaksha’s arms

after a while of you not responding, xiao looks down to see you softly snoring

the first thought that goes through his mind

protect y/n

i mean yes theres nothing posing a threat to you at this exact moment

but that could always change, no? 

so he pulls you a bit closer to him, and holds you just a bit tighter

the fact that you trust him enough to let your guard down in front of him means so much 

as someone who doesn’t trust his own self a lot, seeing that you are willing to become vulnerable in front of him can help with his self esteem

he lets you sleep until the sun goes down

then he hoists you up into his arms so that he can carry you back to the inn

it wouldnt be smart to stay out after dark after all

if you wake up on the way back, he’d apologize for disturbing you, and take you to your room so you can rest in a bed

he doesn’t think he’s that good of a pillow, but if you want to cuddle then he’ll oblige 

as you sleep, he might just watch over you and make sure you’re safe

which if you woke up to see, you would urge him to get some rest

if he’s tired enough, he will lay down next to you 

maybe even reach his arms out over you 

overall, he’d be very soft and want to make sure your sleep goes on undisturbed 

might even try to fight pigeons who land on the same roof as you guys 

and if you want to thank him, you can make him some almond tofu when you wake up :) 

childe 

childe would at first not notice that you’ve fallen asleep

maybe you two would be on a bench or a date around liyue

and it’s been a long day, so while stopping to rest he notices your tired state

teasingly asking you “do you need to take a break~” 

but he really just wants you to be comfortable so he leads you both to a nearby seat 

maybe watching the sun set over the harbor with you on his lap 

and wow you’re so good to him and wow he doesn’t deserve you

meanwhile all you’re thinking is

childe warm i sleep 

probably would ask you a couple stupid questions like

why do slimes do the jiggle wobble thing

and you’d be like “mhm, yes sweetheart.” 

he knows you’re tired tho so its ok 

you wouldn’t be able to keep your eyes open anymore so you’d just slowly drift off 

he’d be lost in his own thoughts that he isn’t aware you aren’t answering him anymore

after a while he’d look down to realize

oh they’re asleep 

most likely he’d immediately take you back to your house, or his house if yours is too far

he’d put you on the couch and gently wake you up so you can put on comfier clothes 

maybe some pajamas or if you’re at his house he’d let you wear his 

“y/n, wake up~” 

you might be a bit sleepy but he knows that overall it’d be more comfortable for you this way 

after you’ve changed he’ll bring you over to your bed

and tuck you in, yk laying the blanket over you, making sure your pillow is perfectly fluffed and all that

only the best for his y/n ! 

if you’re a light sleeper, he’d stay on guard over you so that nothing can wake you up

if you sleepwalk, he’d be right there to bring you back to the bed 

he wants you to feel as comfortable and protected and safe as possible

maybe if he was feeling a bit tired he’d lay down with you

but he wouldn’t completely fall asleep, as that would put both him and you in possible danger 

letting his guard down isn’t something he can afford to do around you

as in yes he would treat you very well but also he wants to keep you safe

diluc 

you’d be out on a walk around mondstatd or windrise

most likely windrise because diluc wants every chance to not see kaeya

he knows you enjoy the landscape of the area near venessa’s tree

maybe a little picnic underneath it

with all the mondstatd specialties courtesy of good hunter

you also glared at donna as you two walked past her house 

and when diluc asks you why you hate her 

smile and wave boys smile and wave 

but like most people, you get a bit sleepy after you eat

diluc notices and offers to hug you for a bit, because the grass might be soft, but it’s certainly not warm

so you do, and sitting in his lap, you feel warmth and happiness 

which causes you to yawn and begin to fall asleep 

diluc had been reading a book while you sat, and when your head nods to the side, he closes it 

you...you fell asleep 

yeah he knew you were tired but 

wait what time is it

basically he was in a trance the entire time just thinking about you and how you smell good and your hair is so soft and

the sun is setting

while normally that would be something gorgeous to watch

you two are kind of far from the winery, which means it’d be dark by the time you get home

so he decides he’ll just stay the night at the angel’s share

yes he might run into kaeya but if it means you don’t have to wake up 

then so be it 

thank god the angel’s share has an extra bedroom that was installed in case someone needed to stay there

he covers you with a soft blanket and sits on the chair by the side, watching the door

if you ask for cuddles or reach out to him he’ll get up and lay down with you

but it’d be really awkward for a bit because you’re all bundled up and here he is in his long black coat skhakfsdlhf

you might also just want to lay against him for that extra warmth

which he will eagerly provide don’t you worry  

who knows he might even fall asleep???

of course the next morning kaeya would bust in to wake you two up 

because he’s like that

and diluc would glare daggers at him because how dare he wake up my beloved y/n i will make him rue the day he stepped foot into my father’s house 

after kicking kaeya out he turns back to you and like asks how you slept

and maybe you two cuddle just a bit longer because he suddenly is in need of hugs 

a/n: i really enjoyed writing this one, especially diluc’s with the donna slander dskhfsdjkh and i havent got xiao yet :( but i’ve seen some people have like c3 xiao?? bruh what. but i hope you guys like these hcs and thank u anon for the request <3

[dreamiehrs]

a Christmas miracle ➛ z.cl

genre: fluff, comedy/crack, bestfriend!chenle, gender neutral reader, hurt/comfort somewhat

pairing: zhong chenle x reader

word count: 2,588 words

warning(s): some swearing

summary: Christmas had been the same old same old holiday for you and your family for plenty of years now, fully embracing the tradition of meeting up with family, exchanging presents, and enjoying each other’s presence on Christmas day. however, this year seemed to feel quite different, with your family quite literally forgetting that Christmas even existed, and with you all stuck in your apartment alone in the snowy city, you weren’t so sure what you were going to do for Christmas this year. unbeknownst to you, though, your sneaky best friend had a trick up his sleeve, and he was determined to make this Christmas one you’ll remember forever.

note: this is a part of mylin’s @suh-insane​ and sunny’s @neocitybynight​ Walking in a Winter Wonderland collab! this is my first time participating in a collab solely for Christmas, so I hope you all enjoy this fic of mine! Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates it! I hope you all have an amazing and safe Christmas this year, and I just wanted to let you all know that I appreciate and love you guys so so SO much! (and to the people who don’t celebrate it, I still hope you all have a wonderful day nonetheless!)

prompts chosen: “when we finally kiss goodnight how I’ll hate going out in the storm! but if you’ll really hold me tight all the way home I’ll be warm.” + “that’s what Christmas memories are made from. they’re not planned; they’re not scheduled. nobody puts them in their blackberry. they just happen.”

for the past few months, time seemed to fly by without leaving a trace behind, and before you knew it, it was already Christmas day. if it was any other year, you would’ve woken up earlier, around 6 AM to be precise, and start your trek to your parents house with their gifts in hand. however, since your parents and the rest of your family got caught up in other ordeals, and quite literally forgot that Christmas even existed, you had woken up quite later than 6 AM. 9 AM, if you were being specific.

you had still bought your family presents for Christmas, of course, and took the time to wrap them and spiffy them up yourself with various different kinds of Christmas wrapping paper you’ve collected over the years as a pro wrapper (in actuality, it was just your mother giving you extra wrapping paper when she accidentally bought too much, so you weren’t entirely a pro wrapper, per se). what you were trying to say is that you put a lot of thought into buying and decorating presents for your family, and you were sort of down about how you wouldn’t be able to give them their presents in person this year.

basically, what you were trying to get across is that you quite literally had no plans for Christmas this year, and you were probably going to spend your entire day wailing away in your apartment.

nonetheless, you pulled yourself out of bed after being in deep thought for thirty minutes straight, and decided to actually not wail away in your apartment for the rest of the day. it was time to be festive, you thought to yourself, as you slowly made your way around your room to move your curtains aside to let some sunlight seep in. although you were in a brooding mood, you didn’t entirely want your room to reflect that.

you huff to yourself as you slide your feet against the carpet floor, swinging open your closet doors and glancing over all of your clothes, none of them really catching your attention. you sigh before closing both of your closet doors dramatically, turning around and heading towards your dresser. you can faintly hear your phone buzz on your nightstand as you pull on one of the knobs on one of your dresser drawers that contains your pajama pants. you grab a random pair of snug pajama pants and opt to keep the same pajama shirt you wore to bed last night on before heading to the bathroom to change.

after taking some time to get dressed and brush your teeth, you finally exit your bathroom and toss the pajama shorts you wore last night in your hamper. you snatch your phone and stash it in your pocket before making your way towards your miniature kitchen. you promptly grab your kettle and fill it up with water, waiting for it to reach the third line before placing it on your stove. you move the dial until its exactly on high temperature, and you’re about to start to make yourself breakfast until you feel your phone buzz in your pocket.

fed up with how active your phone had been for the past thirty minutes, you finally fish your phone out of your pocket and lean against the counter next to your stove.

your phone contained the usual notifications, such as Instagram likes, Team Snapchat sending you a Christmas snap, your best friend chenle spamming your phone- wait, your best friend chenle spamming your phone? that was FAR from your usual notifications, and you were honestly quite surprised that he was contacting you on Christmas day this year. he’s usually spending it with his family all day, and never texts you back until he gets back home, which is around eight PM.

without thinking, you unlock your phone and tap on the messages icon, and your jaw almost drops when you see how many messages he sent you within the past few hours. since 6 AM, chenle has sent you over one hundred messages, and for once, you were grateful that you were a heavy sleeper, because if you were a light sleeper and woke up to every single one of his messages, you would’ve lost your mind.

you [9:45 AM]: please chenle what do you WANT FROM ME

lele the dumdum [9:45 AM]: WOW YOU’VE FINALLY WOKEN UP FROM UR DEEP SLUMBER

lele the dumdum [9:45 AM]: I THOUGHT U WERE NEVER GOING TO WAKE UP

lele the dumdum [9:46 AM]: took u long enough smh

you [9:46 AM]: ...is this really how you’re going to treat me on Christmas day??

lele the dumdum [9:46 AM]: I treat you like this all the time. what makes you think that today’s gonna be any different?

you [9:47 AM]: …

lele the dumdum [9:47 AM]: anyways… MY GORGEOUS WONDERFUL BESTIE WHAT DO U HAVE PLANNED FOR CHRISTMAS TODAY

lele the dumdum [9:48 AM]: DO ANY OF UR PLANS INVOLVE ME POTENTIALLY COMING OVER??? O.O

you [9:48 AM]: is this why you’ve been spamming my phone SINCE 6 AM!?!?!

you [9:48 AM]: also why were you awake at 6 am anyways

you [9:49 AM]: did your crush finally text you back or are you still drowning in loneliness like usual

lele the dumdum [9:50 AM]: I don’t even have a crush??? who told you that false information

you [9:50 AM]: the little elves running around my house whispered it in my ear last night

lele the dumdum [9:51 AM]: I think you’re going to delusional

you [9:51 AM]: I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case at this point

lele the dumdum [9:51 AM]: MOVING ON

lele the dumdum [9:52 AM]: WHAT DO U HAVE PLANNED

lele the dumdum [9:52 AM]: I NEED TO KNOW THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT

you [9:53 AM]: me planning to wail in sorrow all day is very important to you??

lele the dumdum [9:53 AM]: ...excuse me what?? UR GOING TO WAIL IN SORROW ALL DAY ON CHRISTMAS DAY!?!?

lele the dumdum [9:54 AM]: this is not acceptable. I am coming over right now to spread some of my FESTIVENESS AND JOLLINESS with you :D

you [9:55 AM]: chenle you really don’t have to-

lele the dumdum [9:55 AM]: TOO BAD IM OMW RN AS WE SPEAK

you [9:56 AM]: at least bring some festivities, games, and snacks with you 🙄

lele the dumdum [9:56 AM]: oh shit you have a point

lele the dumdum [9:57 AM]: BRB ILL BE THERE IN 30

you knew that once chenle had made his mind up about something, he wasn’t going to change it that easily, so it would be futile to try and stop him now. you don't bother replying to his last message, and you shove your phone back in your pocket a few moments before your kettle whistles. you move on from chenle tormenting you for twelve minutes straight and make yourself some tea and breakfast instead.

it was now around 10:30 AM, and you had just finished digesting your breakfast when you feel your phone buzz in your pocket again. you were lying down on your small, beige couch, with your cold tea sat on the coffee table a few feet away. you were still in your pajamas, with no intent of changing into actual clothes anytime soon.

once again, you fish your phone out of your pocket to see what nonsense chenle was texting you this time.

lele the dumdum [10:31 AM]: open up, bitch

you [10:31 AM]: I thought I gave you a spare key??

lele the dumdum [10:32 AM]: shit I forgot it

lele the dumdum [10:32 AM]: anyways OPEN UP

you lazily lift yourself up from off of your couch, grasping your mug of cold tea on the way to the door. you take your time unlocking your door, halfly because you felt like annoying chenle, and halfly because you were just over today in general.

the first thing that stands out to you once you swing open your front door is how different your outfit looks compared to chenle. he was all bundled up with plenty of layers to keep him warm while adventuring the city, and meanwhile you adorned white and pink striped pajamas with socks on. you also noticed that he had a dark grey bookbag on his back, and was holding two full bags in his hands.

the two of you stare at each other for a few more seconds until chenle breaks the silence with: “I think this is the most I’ve seen you look like a complete old person. there have been other times, but the old person persona is just jumping out at me right now.”

you roll your eyes. “don’t say that when you yourself have dressed up as an old person before.”

“yeah, yeah,” he brushes you off, passing by you to slip his shoes off and to take off his five hundred layers. “it doesn’t matter whether you look like an old person, it mainly matters whether you have the spirit of an old person, you know?”

“I cannot comprehend your words this early in the morning. we can have a conversation about whether I act like an old person later.” you say as you watch him remove his large, dark green jacket and place it onto your coat rack. you can hear him scoff at your remark, and you grin as you see the corners of his mouth lift up slightly.

“early in the morning? y/n it’s only-” he pauses to check his phone “10:32 AM. that’s early for you?”

“I woke up at 9 AM, you dum.”

“oh,” he swivels around to face you after taking his shoes off and removing all of his additional layers. “makes sense, I guess. you’ve only been awake for an hour and a half, so you’re probably not fully awake yet. I mean, I’ve been awake since 6 am, and I’m bursting with energy compared to you.”

you give him a deadpan expression in response to what he said, and he can’t help but burst out laughing at your reaction. he steps up beside you and pats your shoulder gently. “well, besides that, I’m gonna be the one who helps you burst with energy like I am right now! follow me!” he whisper-shouts a few inches away from your ear, and you can feel his hand leave your shoulder and grasp your right hand in a matter of seconds.

he leads you back towards your couch, and even somehow manages to help you set your mug down even though he has bags in his hands. the two of you plop down on your couch, and you almost melt at how soft and comfortable your couch was. you closed your eyes for a few seconds as chenle rustled through his bags beside you, and you don’t know how much time has passed when chenle starts to snap his fingers at you.

“y/n, I am not going to deal with your sleepy ass right now. I spent around forty minutes scurrying around the city to find things to lift your mood, and I am not going to let those forty minutes go to waste just because you’re tired.”

you groan and roll to the other side, facing away from chenle. “just five more minutes…”

surprisingly, you’re met by silence in response to your wish of wanting five more minutes of rest, but that silence doesn’t last when you feel something cold touch your face.

you screech and immediately open your eyes to witness chenle pressing an ice cube onto your forehead. you swat the ice cube off of your forehead as quick as you can, and stare up at chenle like he’s gone completely mad. “what was that for?”

he grins proudly. his plan had worked. “awake now? great. now, help me figure out what we should do first.”

“I think you’ve gone mad. I cannot believe you just woke me up by pressing an ice cube onto my forehead.” you complain, still feeling the coldness of the ice cube on your forehead. when you finally move to face him now, you see that he had brought plenty of things for you two to entertain yourselves.

“I could’ve done worse things, like dip my hand into freezing water and press it against your face, but I was feeling generous today, so I decided to spare you the pain.”

you scoff. “right. anyways, what’d you bring?”

he glances at you excitedly before getting into it. “well, I brought plenty of snacks, some fizzy drinks, some board games, some movies I rented that we could watch together, some candy, etc. I honestly brought everything that I thought you would like with me, so I really hope all of this is enough to make your Christmas day a little bit more festive. I may have also bought you a present, but besides that… let’s get this party started! ...y/n?”

he tears his gaze away from the couch to up to your face, and you don’t entirely register that you’re crying until a few minutes after staring into his eyes. “oh, I’m sorry… I just… I’m just really grateful that you decided to come all this way to cheer me up on Christmas day, and you brought so many things with you as well to make me feel better so… thank you, chenle.”

he beams at you even though he can feel a tear threatening to fall from his left eye, and instead of letting you see him cry as well, he quickly wraps his arms around your figure, bringing you into a tight hug. “of course, y/n. you know I’d do anything for you, right? if you’re down, I’m going to cheer you up in some way, shape, or form, and if you feel like watching the world burn, then I’ll be right by your side.”

“awh, stop it, you’re going to make me cry even more.” you faintly hit his back with your hand, and he giggles as a few tears fall down his face.

the two of you stay like that for a good five more minutes, which is enough time for chenle to regain his composure and act like he didn’t shed a few tears in the process. he slowly leaves your grasp, taking a good look at your face and wiping some tears off of your face with his thumb. “you know what I think will make you feel better?”

you grin. “what?”

he smiles before swiveling around to rustle through his bookbag, and your eyes widen when you finally process what he’s up to.

the next moment happens so quickly you can barely register that it’s happening. chenle swivels around with two nerf guns in his hands, throws you one that lands perfectly in your arms, and declares: “me completely destroying you in a nerf gun battle will make you feel better.” before he releases fire on you.

you shriek as you run across your apartment, trying to avoid the plastic bullets that chenle was littering your apartment with. eventually, he does win the battle, and it does make you feel better in the end, but let’s not mention that or else his ego will run wild, alright?

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Sleepless | Zuko x reader

A/N: this was requested like a week ago, i know :( school is kicking my proverbial butt at the moment, but i promise im working whenever i can to get new content for you all! i hope you will forgive me :( (also yes, i am working on another part for Teamwork, no need to worry)

Prompts:

13: I always sleep best when you’re next to me.

44: Why are you still awake?

Pairing: Zuko x reader

Word count: 3k

Warnings: there is a pretty steamy kiss at the end, but other than that, just tooth-rotting fluff :)

The fire nation palace felt so… big and cold, especially at night. It made you feel small and alone, and you usually found yourself clutching your pillow to your chest for dear life. You had been with the others during the war, helping the cause in any way you could, and even six months later, you couldn’t shake the feeling of general uneasiness you got when seeing anything related to the fire nation – especially when you were trying to sleep.

When the war ended, Zuko had asked you to remain behind in the fire nation with him. He needed help understanding cultures other than his own, since his nation and culture had been romanticized for him his entire upbringing. He knew very little of rituals, rites of passage, linguistic differences, and so on. Even the question of climate could be difficult for him to grasp at times, which made you laugh.

When the fire prince first suggested for you to stay, you were hesitant at first; leave your family behind, get used to this new idea of the nation which had haunted your nightmares for so long, and being mostly alone in your situation hadn’t sounded appealing at all. However, once Aang agreed that you really could do some good by staying, you begrudgingly agreed – you hadn’t spent all that time trying to help the world just to back out now.

So now, two months since your move to the fire nation and since taking up your new position at the fire lord’s side, you were staying in a palace which gave you nightmares. Zuko had been very kind to you, doing his best to accommodate you in a way which made you comfortable and happy, but the general unease you felt was far from his fault – he was more or less the reason you were there to begin with.

Of course, the crush you had been harboring on the boy since he first joined you in the western airtemple had aided in your decision to stay; not that anyone other than Katara knew the truth. He was just so… cute. Spirits, he would kill you for even thinking that about him, but you honestly couldn’t help it. He was awkward, but not in a creepy kind of way. He was really sweet and caring, and extremely understanding. He did his best to keep the mood light, without going overboard (cough Sokka cough). He had taught you so many things, seen so many things with you and you could just feel your heart yearning for his whenever he crossed your mind.

So, staring up at the ceiling – completely sleepless – you huffed out a sigh and a groan. You tossed your pillow aside and sat up in bed, putting your head in your hands. If you didn’t start catching up on your sleep soon, you were going to lose your mind. You groaned out loud, sighing again, and staring at the ceiling again.

“Damn it, I need to do something,” you muttered to yourself, getting out of bed. You slipped into a red silk robe and a pair of red slippers to aid your feet in not falling off, and started tip-toeing out of your room towards the kitchens.

Since you couldn’t sleep while you were here, you  had made a habit for yourself to go to the kitchens and make a cup of tea during the night. You usually then brought your cup with you into the library, where you could read up more on fire nation culture, so as to aid the fire lord better in his quest to make peace.

You were so used to your routine at that point, you didn’t even need to look for anything; it all just flowed smoothly, and you didn’t even make a sound throughout the entire process. Heating up the tea would have been difficult if some of the servants hadn’t been non-benders who needed some assistance to heat the tea up without bending, but you were in luck. Grabbing the jar with the jasmine tea, you prepared a pot and grabbed a mug, placing everything on a tray before sneaking the rest of the way to the library.

The doors were big and heavy, so you had to turn around to push with your back, since your hands were occupied. Once the door had slid open, you turned around to walk in, only to find Zuko already in there, pouring over a book on the sofa. You stilled, not really knowing what to do. Had he heard you enter? You had become quite proficient at sneaking the past few weeks, but you knew the man had excellent hearing, so him not noticing your entrance seemed unlikely.

Just as you were going to turn around and leave, Zuko’s head snapped up and his gaze met yours. Your body immediately came alive, blood rushing to your face and ears, and your stomach erupting with butterflies. You smiled bashfully at him, and opened your mouth to speak.

“I-I’m sorry, Lord Zuko. I did not know you would be in here at so late an hour,” you stuttered. You wanted to facepalm, but both your hands were occupied, so you just stood there awkwardly. “Uhm, I can leave.”

“N-no! I…” he started, sucking in a deep breath before smiling and continuing. “I really don’t mind your company. And please, just call me Zuko.”

You grinned at him, and he grinned back. “Sorry I went all formal and weird, I know we know each other, I just… haven’t seen you since you became fire lord, I guess.”

There hadn’t been any meetings regarding other nations’ cultures yet, and so you hadn’t seen Zuko since moving in; he had sent you a few notes, just telling you that you could come to him if you had any issues. It had been very sweet, and you had always sent a ‘thank you’ right back. Still, you had been a bit unsure of how to act in front of him.

“Oh, yeah,” he laughed a little as you set your tray down on a table and went to shut the door. “I guess you haven’t, huh? I’m still not used to it, if I’m honest,” he grimaced, and you smiled.

“I hope it’s okay that I raided the kitchen for jasmine tea?” you inquired, and the boy smiled at you fondly.

“No problems at all, Y/N. I remember you used to drink a lot of tea, you said it was ‘good for your nerves’,” he teased, and you blushed again. “The staff informed me that a lot of tea seemed to be missing, I was suspecting uncle.”

You started apologizing again, but he just laughed and waved you off. After that, you both fell silent, and you decided to get up and find the book you had started reading earlier that week, but had never gotten to finish. You opened the pages delicately, searching for your place before finding it and settling into your usual armchair by the fireplace, which was lit for once. The entire time, you could feel Zuko’s gaze on you, studying your every move.

When you paused to pour some tea into your mug, you looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. “What?”

The boy blinked at you a few times, before shaking his head. “Oh, uh, nothing,” he mumbled, and you smiled back at him. “I was just wondering… why are you still awake?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” you shrugged. For a moment he looked as though he was going to inquire further, but then he seemed to let it go, and no more words were spoken until he had to leave so he could get some sleep.

The whole interaction had been weird at first, but incredibly soothing once all the awkwardness had dissipated. His presence reminded you of… not simpler times, per se, but happier ones. Ones spent laughing with the first friends you had ever really had, friends who you were now missing so dearly. But having the comfort of one of them calmed you down enough that once you finally went back to your own room, you slept more peacefully than you had in a long time.

After that night, the two of you met up in the library at night at least three times a week. He was a busy man, but he wanted to make time for one of his dearest friends – and long-time crush, but he still maintained that part was irrelevant. He never thought you would like him back, like ever. It was a concept he didn’t even dare think about, for fear of getting his hopes up only to get them crushed later.

Three more months later, you had met up in the library during sleepless nights countless times. It had become a routine of sorts; he was usually there before you, since you were busy making a pot of tea to bring (now with two mugs, of course), and once you arrived, you would exchange a few words before settling down with a book each in comfortable silence.

The more times you met up, the more comfortable you became with each other. The first night had been spent with him on the couch, and you in an armchair – two weeks later and you were both on the couch. At this point, you tended to lean back against him on the couch as he played with your hair, still silently reading your own books. It was the highlight of your time in the palace, for sure.

This particular night, you were very tired. You even contemplated skipping the library, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, no matter how much your mind screamed at you for some rest. So as you sank down against Zuko’s form, his fingers running through your hair, your eyelids started drooping. You tried to fight against it, you really did, but it was no use; five minutes later, and you were out like a light.

It took a while for the fire lord to recognize that you were asleep – you were a very peaceful sleeper, no snoring or movement, and he was so content with you against his chest as he turned the pages of his book. Still, once he realized, he kind of panicked.

You were sleeping against his chest. He wanted to move you, carry you to your room or something, but he was scared to wake you. So for a while, he just stayed there, frozen. He didn’t even dare turn the page of his book for fear of stirring you from your – much needed – sleep.

After around 30 minutes, though, he realized staying like that wasn’t doing anyone any good. Your neck was at an awkward angle, his back was getting stiff, and honestly? The sound of your breathing was lulling him to sleep as well. He sighed, but carefully extracted himself from you before picking you up in his arms as though you weighed nothing. He decided to leave the tray with the mugs and kettle; you were more important. You slept soundly the entire way to your room, and only woke when Zuko carefully placed you on top of your soft bed. You didn’t open your eyes though, just stretched a hand out to get him to join you.

The gesture made Zuko freeze where he stood – were you really insinuating what he thought you were, or was it a dream? A hallucination born from the desire to be near you, perhaps? But when you sleepily whimpered his name, it was confirmed for him; you wanted him to stay and sleep in your bed with you.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” he asked carefully, and at your huff combined with an intense nod of your head, he smiled.

Had he been less tired, he might have been able to resist. However, he was tired, and longed for your warm, soft curves to be pressed up against him. Maybe in your embrace, he could escape the nightmares that plagued him so. As soon as he was next to you and you both were under the covers, your tiny frame wrapped around his tall, muscular one, and you found sleep with a sigh.

He managed to kiss your forehead and wrap his arms around you before the darkness overtook him, his mind more at peace than it had been since early childhood.

In the early hours of the morning, the sky just burgeoning on a light pink, you suddenly woke. You were unbelievably warm, and even more comfortable. You were surrounded by the smell of firewood and pure manliness, which comforted you greatly. A few moments later, however, you found yourself nearly panicked; you were sleeping in the same bed as Zuko. How in the entire world had that happened?!

Of course you weren’t upset that he was there – if anything, it was like all your dreams coming true – but you had no idea if anyone had noticed his absence, if there was widespread panic, or, worst of all, what if he didn’t want to be there with you?  What if he was annoyed with you for falling asleep in the library?

You were broken out of your panic when the man in question groaned and stretched, automatically grabbing you and pulling him into you. You stiffened even further, not knowing how to react to the sudden affection he was showing towards you.

Once he realized he wasn’t dreaming, Zuko stiffened too. In his defense, this exact situation was very often part of his dreams; dreams where you were his wife, you had children together, and everything was more than perfect. It still felt that way when he had woken up, just as perfect as a dream, if not better.

“G-good morning,” you stuttered, deciding to break the silence.

“Morning,” he answered hesitantly, and the sound of his gravelly voice first in the morning damn near made you swoon.

After that, neither one of you really knew what to say. The sky was slowly brightening to include red, then orange, before yellow and white tones joined in, creating a beautiful gradient that signaled the start of yet another day. He didn’t want to break the silence, and neither did you. It was a thick kind of silence, and he was scared that breaking it would break the spell of just being together. Alone.

You both realized that you couldn’t stay like that forever, though, and after a while, you decided to bite the bullet.

“I’m so sorry I fell asleep yesterday.” Your voice was hardly above a whisper, but he heard you loud and clear nonetheless.

“It was really not a problem, Y/N. I’m just glad you finally got some rest, is all.”

His voice was still gravelly, but somehow felt smooth at the same time. He didn’t seem annoyed or angry, in fact he seemed perfectly content to remain exactly where he was. And he was.

“Well, I’m sorry you slept here. I didn’t mean to intrude on your resting time…” you mumbled, and he exhaled a breath.

“Y/N…”

You interrupted him immediately. “I mean I had no intention of falling asleep like that, especially on top of you! I just kind of, I don’t know, felt comfortable, and I’d had a really tiring day, and-“

“Y/N, I sleep better with you next to me,” he decided to inform you, interrupting your ramblings. When you gave him an incredulous stare, he laughed a little. “We used to sleep next to each other all the time. Granted, those were stressful times, but I think I got used to it. Even when the others weren’t exactly accepting of my presence, you always treated me with kindness. I guess I’m… comfortable around you. And I think… It may be because I like you. A lot.”

His words stunned you into silence. How could this perfect man, with more power than anyone would ever need, like you? He had always treated you kindly, and that was part of his appeal. Even when he was supposedly trying to capture the avatar, he had seemed a bit on edge, almost like he wanted to hold back. A few times he had held back, even though you could see how much it hurt him to do so. When he joined you, he’d had no issues carrying his own weight, even helping relieve some of the others’ burden. He had been so patient with Aang while teaching him firebending, and with all of you when it came to your slightly odd humor and hijinks.

In short, you loved this man, and in an effort to show him, you decided to kiss him.

Your lips seemed to meld with his perfectly. He took it slow and steady, caressing your cheek as he kissed you. Your arms seemed to have a mind of their own as they curled around the back of his neck, playing with the locks of hair at the nape of his neck and pulling him a little bit closer.

The kiss was everything you had ever wanted and dreamt of; he was everything you had ever wanted and dreamt of, and he was more. His lips were soft and pillowy, he responded so beautifully to your kisses and caresses, tugging you closer and grunting with pleasure.

Zuko himself felt like he was dying. Spirits how he loved to kiss you, touch you, make you feel good. The way you played with his hair drove him absolutely crazy, and the feel of your lips was the most exquisite thing he had ever felt in his entire life. You were everything to him, and now that he knew what you tasted like, he could never go back.

Unfortunately, you had to pull apart eventually. You were both gasping for breath, lungs burning from the lack of oxygen, but you were both smiling like idiots. Everything was about to change, but neither one of you minded in the slightest.

Being sleepless had never resulted in anything better.

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JNPR Berries Week 2020

Day 6: Alternate Universe

Okay guys i hate aus and i always avoid au days for ship weeks but i actually have so many Pyrrha Lives/Fall Maiden!Pyrrha AUs and i got carried away i wrote almost 2k in bullet points

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After Fall of Beacon Pyrrha has two options: 1) enroll at Haven with JNPR and continue to chase her Huntress dreams while paparazzi continue to make most things she does public, indirectly informing Salem where she is at all times. 2) drop off the face off the Earth both to avoid Salem/Cinder and to continue the Fall Maiden's job

Pyrrha being Pyrrha (self-sacrificing) goes with option 2

JNR decides there’s no way they’re going to let (a freshly discharged) Pyrrha go running into unknown with no friends or backup

She’s worried about putting them in danger (even though that’s the Hunter job description) but Goodwitch reminds her that she’s only at half power so she should accept the extra protection, and friends since she’s about to leave her whole life behind to live as a nomad which makes making friendships difficult to create and maintain

(Pyrrha doesn’t mention that she’s pretty sure she sees all of them in the more romantic light)

JNR help Pyrrha change her whole appearance. Which is very important since she’s also famous

She looses her iconic armor and has to leave her weapons behind

JNR tries to convince her to cut her hair but she’s worried about not being pretty

Jaune unhelpfully reminds her that that’s probably a good thing considering they’re trying to make her as non-noticeable as possible (poor boy just meant she’s so pretty already she'll probably never be able to blend into the background of any crowd)

Ren is actually the one who has to go "Pyrrha you’re gorgeous shorter hair isn’t gonna change that at all"

Then Ren goes "look at Nora she has short hair and she’s stunning for all we know you’ll look even better with short hair"

Pyrrha and Nora are practically speechless because Ren thinks they’re beautiful

Pyrrha is like okay but I won’t let you cut it any shorter than here (gestures to mid-chest level). (JNR tries not to look at her boobs)

Nora then tries to get her to dye it. Pyrrha holds out

JNR end up in Vol 4 outfits

Pyrrha makes the difficult choice of deciding to fake her death. She makes sure her friends (she unfortunately is unable to contact Blake or Weiss) and family still know she’s alive (but they still grieve her as if she’s dead. They most likely will never see her again. The only ones likely are her parents) but to the world Pyrrha Nikos is dead, killed in the Beacon Massacre

JNPR sets off through Vale (Fall Maiden's territory)

Pyrrha has a hastily made vaguely similar weapons to her last set. She may be a professional but she’s a professional with her chosen weapons and semblance, not most other weapons

JNR sees how Pyrrha dies inside every time a little kid or random citizen tells her "did you know you look a lot like Pyrrha Nikos?"

Pyrrha is also now getting hit on without her celebrity pedestal to keep people at bay

The first few times its truly pathetic how Pyrrha responds

JNR doesn’t intervene because they remember how sad she was about no one asking her to the dance

What JNR thinks is they’re coming into rescue her only occasionally. The truth is Pyrrha is getting rescued every time by a different member and lots of times one of them will step in before anyone even approaches her

Most of the time she’s happy one of them intervened

Some times she’s mad that no one will let her handle this herself (no one has realized that yet)

A lot of the time she feels all warm and fuzzy because for a few moments she gets to pretend. She’s given a free pass to slow dance with Nora, or to lean into Ren when he puts a arm around her waist, or get away with kissing Jaune on the cheek

(JNR are also very happy when they get these excuses.)

Jaune typically intervenes because he’s a nice guy and watching Pyrrha flounder is horrible. Ren and Nora always intervene because they’re either being protective or jealous (Ren has perfected the evil eye. People will back off before they even finished crossing the room)

They almost always camp out but when they stay in town they usually share beds to save money

Originally they were doing girls in one bed boys in the other but Nora is the whole kicking, sprawling, blanket snatching package so they typically pull straws on who gets to share with her

Sometimes even her bed buddy will leave in the middle of the night and see if they can squeeze in with the other two

On the other hand Jaune drools, Ren sleeps like a vampire, and Pyrrha snores

With Pyrrha, Jaune, and Ren all pushing six feet whenever two of them pair up touching is unavoidable

Most of the time everyone but Nora (who can fall asleep instantly) stay up freaking out about being so close to their crush. Ren actually freaked so much the first time he moved to the floor and activated his semblance just so he could sleep

Pyrrha is a side sleeper so she always ends up tangling her legs with her bed buddy. She’s always embarrassed but tries to stay in that position as long as she can (its the only selfish thing she allows herself)

Winter however quickly forced JNPR to start sharing sleeping bags

They always zip both bags together but all decided spooning is the way to go after too many cold nights. They also bought a tent just big enough for the four of them in order to trap escaping body heat

Jaune is dying from so much close contact. Was it not bad enough he has to see all of his (recently discovered) crushes get changed twice every single day? Was accidentally seeing Nora's abs and walking into a door frame in Beacon not enough?

Nora and Pyrrha on the other hand are loving it (when its not absolutely freezing)

Ren has caught all three of them arguing over who gets to sleep with him that night several times. Apparently he’s the best big spoon

A pack mule joke turns into them actually looking into getting one

Originally they wanted a horse, but when they actually were looking they ran into the problem of 1) its too tall for Nora to pack the bags 2) horses are massive and JNPR quickly realize they're scared of them

So that leaves either a pony, donkey, hinny, small mule, or llama

They end up with a donkey and name her Betty. Nora wanted "Bessie" but Ren refused to give in on the basis that she’s a donkey and not a cow

They also take this opportunity to purchase more bulkier items that would make their life more comfortable that they were unable to carry by themselves before (tents, pots and pans, extra shoes, more jackets, books)

They're over a year in when Ren of all people gets high and talks about his feelings

He thinks he’s talking to Betty but really he’s been talking to a tree stump for the last hour

He got high by taste-testing the mushrooms he was cooking

The team came back from getting firewood and unpacking Betty to find him laying in the mud giggling at the sky with their questionable mushrooms burning on the fire. It was pretty clear what happened

JNP have been making sure he wont hurt himself but mainly they’re enjoying the show

"Psst Betty. Betty. You wanna hear a secret?" JNP lean in "I’ve managed to fall in love with my entire team. You can’t tell anyone though. I don’t think I’ll ever tell them either. Im not good with feelings, and that would probably make me a terrible boyfriend"

He then goes on about what he likes about each person. He goes off on a tangent about someone’s eyes for seven minutes. He talks about his favorite facial expressions everyone makes and the best parts of their personality. Nora's been red for awhile now, Jaune is leaning so far forward Pyrrha's worried he’s gonna catch on fire, and Pyrrha is actually tearing up

He says how he feels guilty whenever he cuts in on whoever is moving in on Pyrrha, that he feels guilty about being jealous but also about sending someone away when he knows Pyrrha wants that experience, and how he doesn’t realize he’s already moved in to stop the person until they’re walking away

That he feels like he could mess up everything he has with Nora, not by going into a relationship with her but by being unable to open up any more emotionally than he is now which he knows she'll expect (they’ve talked about being “together-together” before)

He laughingly mentions that one time Pyrrha said she wanted a guy taller than her because Ren gets it now because when he’s bunking with Jaune in the winter he’s found he really likes being held by someone taller than him

Ren then goes "oh no. No no no its bad enough I’m talking about my feelings out loud I’m not going to tell you who has the best ass. Aren’t donkey's also called asses? What’s it like being a donkey?" And everyone is laughing

Pyrrha is the first to break after they fall back into listening. She looks at the fire the whole time. She admits she feels the same way about all of them, that she also planned on never saying anything.

Then Jaune pipes in that he just figured it out for himself pretty recently. That at first he was worried it was either teenage hormones or that he was reacting to a vastly shrunk dating pool and therefore the feelings weren’t real. (Unlike Ren and Pyrrha his feelings didn’t begin romantic and then expand his started sexual until realized what he thought was strong platonic feelings might actually be romantic)

Nora is still red with her hands over her face but eventually she says that she’s been attracted to all of them since team JNPR formed and "since we all clearly feel the same way about each other can we stop with the super embarrassing love confessions and makeout already"

When Ren wakes up that morning he remembers very little since he doesn’t know what were dreams and what were hallucinations. He has a dehydration headache and rolls over but Pyrrha sees he’s awake and she comes sits next to him. Ren doesn’t uncurl until she started playing with his hair. "How much of last night do you remember?" "Mostly just colors." "Ummm okay. Remember anything anyone said?" "I think I had a conversation with Jaune about rocks." "That was to Nora actually. But you did think she was Jaune." "Mmhm." "So last night there was a development, but since you were high I wanna ask you again now that you're sober." "Okay." "So ummm, we're kinda all dating now? But if you wanna back out now that you're sober you totally can." "What do you mean by 'kinda all'?" "All four of us." "And you all want to date me?" "Yeah, you don’t remember all the love confessions that happened last night." "Oh. Did my rock conversation interrupt all that?" "No. You actually confessed first." "I WHAT."

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Be quiet!

You had the urge to just shout at those motherfuckers just to see if they would stop making so many noise. But you merely breathed in and out in favor of calming yourself down to prevent any sounds to come out of you.

Especially when some man was sleeping peacefully for once in your side.

Chisaki never knew how to hold himself back with whatever he did or choose to do. Pops always commented, and you had to agree, that Kai takes tuings a bit, LOT, too far than necessary... his job on the yakusa was a living proof of that.

Just yesterday the man sended four people to the hospital for insulting the yakusa or Pops on his front... they aparently were in a coma.

Not only that but how he digged himself into work; spending hours even on his office. And he would only come out of that room if he was satisfied with himself at how much work he had done that day.

You lost count on how many times you had to drag that bastard out of that room, almost passing out with sleep in the middle of the hallway and having to hear a bit of his complains if how much his head hurted.

Of fucking course sweetheart you would have your eyes sore, chill for once!

When Kai finally admited he was tired, his personality did a whole 180 defree turn, for real. The usual cold, unforgiving and stoic man would just melt on a puddle of sleepy little bird who just wants to close his eyes and fall asleep for once... demandinh your sweet touches or on his head and scalp or on his back.

He loved the sweet scratches on his back musvpes and lived only to feel your gentle touch on him... he admit it? Hell no. He had a reputation to up load.

And you loved and took advantage of everytime he was like this? Yes. Without shame.

He was just so cute whenever those puff golden eyes looked at you before he shoved his face on the crook of your neck, in the top of your head or even on your thighs and just wordless told you to start that magical touch of yours that could lull him to a peaceful sleep.

Although... the Shie Hassaikai was never a quiet place. Especially when the creatures named Rappa, Mimic and Chrono lived on there.

Chrono was the most quiet but yet whenever he would get too much into a argument or a discussion his voice showed out... while you didn't had to comment about Rappa or Mimic...

Your jaw tightened in irritation at hearing the shouts and Nemoto's demands for the rest of the gang to keep their voice down, knowing that his master was taking his rest.

Your eye twitched when Rappa just told him to fuck off while you mentally cringed and gasped when Chisaki grunted a bit on his sleep...

Afraid that he would wake up, you traced your fingers through his hair while the other carresed his cheek a bit, that frow on his forehead dissapearing as his face returned to a peaceful one.

You sighed in relief before slowly getting out from your sitting position on the bed. You knew how Kai was a light sleeper, but he was so tired that he apparently didn't caught yet the yelling outside of his room... and even made a slightly aoft snore sound, making you giggled a bit before you closed the door.

Just when you closed you flinched at Mimic's yell and threats of death while the other precepts tried to calm him down.

That's it. If Chisaki wake up with this, that man was staying grumpy as fuck for the rest of the week, and he NEEDED his fucking rest.

Glaring already at the group when you found them, Mimic being hold by Chrono and Tengai while Nemoto tried to reason with the man as Rappa only cursed even more... Setsuno, Tabe and Hojo shared worried looks while Deidoro just slurped his laugh before he drinked on his bottle again.

You bringed your hand close to your face and made a rather loud noise of 'SHHH', catching everyone attention and making even Rappa and Mimic stop yelling at each other.

"For God's sake keep it down!" You whispered shouted with a irritated face "Overhaul is just some rooms away sleeping, have some respect!"

"We kinda were trying if it wasn't for these two." Chrono hissed while he finally let go of Mimic.

"We apologize miss (Y/n)." Nemoto bowed in shame along with Tengai... before Rappa just let out a scoff.

"Do I even care if that fucker is sleeping? Soon Im going to ask another match so the earlier the fucking better!"

"Rappa please-" you begged while lifting your hands up

"YoU sHOuLD Be FUcKinG GrAtEfUl FoR bEinG AccEPtEd On ThE YakUSa StUpID Bag Of MeAT!" This time even stesuno and Hojo had to help Chrono to hold him for not attacking Rappa, Tabe and Nemoto almost giving their all strenght to hold Rappa back as well.

"THE FUCK YOU CALLED ME SHRIMP?!"

"ShRImP YoUR fUcKinG Ass! I wiLL GivE YoU A LeSSon FoR bEinG So DisrEsPeCtFuL wITh oveRHaul AnD ThE YakUSa PUNK-!"

Your eye twitched violently as that while you cringed your tteth together in pure hatred, now it wasn't only the two that were yelling but almost everyone on that room... you made a grunting sound as you gripped a bit on your hair...

Gosh, one fucking day, one day you wanted it for your boyfriend to have a peaceful nap. It was that much to ask?!

"QUIET!" you shouted while you steped hard on the ground, beinging your hands to your side after your deadly and threatening yell at the ten man in front of you.

You mentally slapped yourself at collaborating at their loud noise but yet sighed a bit in relief when all of them had their eyes wide open but completely silent.

You were a bit like Kai in some ways, only shouted when necessary. You guessed it that by all of their reactions it was because it was the first time everyone of them had heard you raising your tone of voice like that.

They lowered their heads in some respect as even rappa rubbed the vack of his neck and muttered a apology.

You sighed again and rested your forehead on your hand, muttering 'finally'.

You although arched one eyebrow when all of them tensed while looking at something behind you before Chrono just said the name you so desperately didn't wanted to hear at that time.

"Overhaul." He greeted while the others bowed at their leader right besides his lover. You turned a bit around with furrowed eyebrows to see still tired eyes, so much that they were still blinking away the sleep, hair a bit messy as he supressed a tired yawn with his gloved hand.

He merely sended them a what was suppose to be a glare and blindly reached for your hand and pushed you along with him back to his bedroom.

"Kai I'm so sorry for wakening you up." You started the moment you got in the room while he closed the door slowly "They were just being too loud and I tried to tell them to keep their voices down but they wouldn't hear me until I shouted and-"

"Quiet." He mumbled before he pushed you to lay on the bed, shortly following after to lay on your chest with a content sigh "You weren't in bed and I heard those shitheads arguing..." he mumbled on your skin before resting his cheek and breathing in slowly to let out another pleased sigh.

"So you did woke up before that uh?" You said in sadness at seing his peaceful sleep was interrupted... again.

He grunted before his hand grabbed on your wrist and placed it to his darkbrow looks.

"I woke up because you weren't here. So just do that thing to compesate your fault."

Your heart flutered at such words before you smiled warmly and started to trade your fingers through his soft hair, giggling a bit at the similiar sounds of purring he let out now at then.

He literally didn't gave a damn about his mysophobia when he was sleepy. He was so adorable like this! So you treasured every moment whenever it was possible.

Soon you scowled at hearing the noises again, this time they were arguing about who will die first or who was the one to blame.

You grunted before feeling his arms wrapping around your frame, caging you to him as he buried hsi face on your neck.

"Not even the most expensive and comfiest pillow or cushions can compare to your softeness and warmth my angel..." he muttered with closed eyes as he nuzzled a hit "I love every second of it."

You mentally shouted in glee at hearing his words, not only almost dying by his cutennes but also because Chisaki felt comfortable enough to be that vulnerable around you... and the most important? He sayed the "L" words without a problem.

"Glad to hear this my devil." You whispered before planting your lips on his forehead before taking his mask off to plant a kiss on his lips "Sleep well my handsome man."

He growled a response beforw his breath became steady and relaxed, his chest rising and falling into you as his body finally accepted the rest he so desperately needed it.

You flinched and stoped a bit your petting at hearing the shouts and some cracking nkises sound, only to return your attention at your boyfriend, scowling at losing the sweet contact of your fingers on his scalp before relaxing when you returned them.

[hoshiangel]

the music major (pt 1)

vernon x fem reader

theme: enemies to lovers fluff

word count: 1330

warnings: none

@comerollwithme: Hi, I'm excited for your new blog so I'd like to request enemies to lovers Fem!reader x Vernon. I feel like Vernon is not a very conflictive person, so it would be fun to see how you'd imagine him to be as an enemy and later a lover! Hope this can be picked up and if it does, I hope you enjoy writing it!

a/n: if you guys enjoy, i’d love to write a part 2! please leave feedback if you would like that! this is my first enemies to lovers so i tried my best <3

prompt: it’s your first year in college, and you’ve got it all planned out: dorm with your childhood best friend, land a perfect computer science internship, and meet the guy of your dreams. to be more specific, the “guy of your dreams” is simply someone your family would approve of and someone who could fulfill the role of an average boyfriend, nothing more or nothing less. but little do you know, your music major dorm neighbor vernon is about to screw the whole plan up, in the most beautiful and exciting way possible. 

-

“i can’t believe we’re here! we did it!” you sighed as you jumped onto your best friend (and now roommate) lucy’s bed, which was placed directly across from yours.

“i know! this is insane, i’m so excited,” lucy replied. today, you and your childhood best friend had just moved into your new college dorm. it was the start of your college experience, and the start of the rest of your life. ever since you were little, you had been dreaming of this moment. but more specifically, you had been dreaming of finding the perfect boyfriend. your parents had met in college, so it felt only right for you to meet the love of your life as well. to be honest, you’ve never been in a relationship before, so you were yearning to feel what it was like. the perfect man for you needs to have a stable future, so your parents would approve. and since you were a comp sci major, he needed to be in the stem field as well. on top of that, you were focused on landing a successful internship as a freshman, because you had so much coding experience already. everything was lined up perfectly for your future and you couldn’t wait.

you and lucy’s room was themed pink and white, with matching bed sets and flower tapestry hanging above your beds. on your nightstand was pictures of your family, friends, and pets. it was your childhood dream, everything was going according to plan. 

“so, what should we do first? do you want to get food and maybe see some of the clubs?” you asked, eager to get out and meet people.

“yes! maybe we can also-” lucy started to say, until she was interrupted by loud music playing next door. you and lucy exchanged glances which clearly signaled you should go see what’s going on. after all, they are your neighbors for the year. you both slipped on your shoes and walked outside to knock on the door. you knocked twice and no one answered, because the music was so loud that it could be heard down the hall, which was starting to annoy you. who’s that disrespectful? you thought to yourself.

“should we just go in?” you asked lucy, and she just shrugged in response. you slowly cracked open the door and peaked inside. sitting at his desk was a guy working feverishly on his computer while bopping his head along to the music. all of his other things were in boxes, there wasn’t even a sheet on the bed— the only thing that was unpacked was two large speakers, a microphone, and a macbook. this guy couldn’t even unpack? he was getting on your nerves already. “um, hello?” you said loudly, trying to talk over the music. he either didn’t hear you or was ignoring you, so you tried again a little louder. “hello!” you yelled, and he finally looked up. he locked eyes with yours, and to your surprise, they were a beautiful hazel color. 

“oh hey, sorry about that. i was just working on some music,” the guy said while turning down the volume so now it was only a little bit loud, but still louder than you would’ve liked. 

“it’s okay. i’m y/n and this is my roommate lucy, we live next door,” you replied. at this point, the guy had stood up to say greet you. he was pretty tall, and extremely good looking.

“im vernon, nice to meet you both. i’m a music major, how about you guys?” 

“i’m a comp sci major,” you said.

“i’m a psych major!” lucy chimed in.

“oh dope,” he replied, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking around awkwardly. it got quiet and no one knew what to say.

“alright, we’re gonna get going. see you later,” you said after a few seconds of silence. vernon waved goodbye and sat back in his chair while you and lucy walked out and back into your dorm. “that was so strange, plus who blasts music that loud? i swear he’s on my nerves already and school hasn’t even started yet,” you said to lucy. 

“yeah, but he was cute though,” lucy said with a giggle. you rolled your eyes and grabbed her hand. 

“cmon, let’s just go see the clubs now,” you replied, ignoring her comment and dragging her out of the room. the two of you walked out of the building, the faint noise of music not far behind.

-

you didn’t get back to your dorm until around 12 am, because you were out socializing and meeting new people all day. it was so much fun, but all you wanted to do was sleep. 

“ugh, i’m so exhausted!” lucy said as she crawled into bed after changing into pajamas.

“me too, i need a good night's sleep,” you replied and got into your bed as well. “goodnight lu,” you said to lucy as you plugged your phone in to charge and got ready to sleep. 

“goodnight y/n!” lucy replied. you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep after a successful first day of college.

-

in the middle of the night, you were suddenly woken up by loud music coming from your neighbor, vernon’s room. you shot up and checked your phone: 2:54 am. lucy was still sleeping, which you were so jealous of. why did you have to be a light sleeper?

you groaned and fell back onto your bed, and tried to muffle the noise by folding your pillow over your ears. it was useless, vernon’s music was just too loud. at this point, you were mad. all you wanted to do was sleep and his obnoxious music was keeping you up. you got out of bed and marched over to his room. you didn’t even bother knocking, it was no use because his music was so loud.

“um hello? can you turn this off? i’m trying to sleep,” you yelled, trying to get vernon’s attention. his head shot up and he gave you an annoyed look. 

“what’s the big deal? it’s just my music. it’s not even loud,” he replied.

“are you kidding me? its 3 am, these walls are thin. can’t you use headphones like everyone else?”

“it doesn’t sound as good,” vernon said. you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. 

“look, just shut it off so i don’t have to tell the RA. i just wanna sleep, you don’t wanna get in trouble. deal?” you said, tapping your foot impatiently.

“fine. but i plan on playing my music a lot. it helps me think,” he said.

“not at 3 am you’re not. this can’t happen again. i’m gonna need rest for class,” you said shortly, which made vernon chuckle. “what’s so funny?” you continued, and vernon just shrugged it off.

“nothing. goodnight y/n, i promise i won’t do this again,” vernon said, shutting his computer off. you ignored him and turned around to leave. as you were going, you noticed his stuff was now unpacked, and he had a lilo and stitch poster hung above his bed. you didn’t wanna admit, but it was kind of cute. 

once you got back to your room, you climbed into bed and lucy woke up from the noise.

“what’s going on?” she said groggily, rubbing her eyes and leaning up to look at you.

“vernon was playing his music loud so i had to tell him to shut it off. so annoying,” you said with a yawn.

“you know, that music major might be into you,” lucy replied while lying back down.

“god no, he’s irritating, i don’t know how we’re gonna live next to him,” you said while looking over at lucy. before she could hear your reply, she had already passed out again. typical lucy.

you closed your eyes and tried to sleep, but for some reason you couldn’t. this time, it wasn’t the music— it was the music major.

✎ admin j 

[billhaderlovebot]

beep beep (4) - richie tozier

some sexy stuff, swearing, angst, the usual. i don't know how many more parts there are going to be but if 5 is the last one then prepare for a Big Boy™

@ceruleanrainblues @the-star-above-you @a-second-hand-sorrow @shockwavee

----

the divorce was messy. timothy took pretty much everything on the grounds that you had run off with another man (which you thought was pretty fair) and he also had slandered your name in front of your whole family in court, which was actually quite petty of him. richie almost murdered him, that day, and had to keep his hand in yours so that he wouldn't get up and break timothy's nose again right in front of his big-shot lawyer.

your family, it was safe to say, did not approve of richie, because timothy was always such a nice boy, and you've made a terrible mistake, dear. the only one who ever did like richie was your grandmother, and she was long gone, bless her cotton socks.

so, yeah, you'd run off with richie.

yeah, you'd escaped from an unhappy marriage in which you never felt loved to be with someone who looked at you like you hung the fucking moon.

okay, granted, you did sleep with richie that night, which wasn't entirely moral, considering you were married to another man, but, yknow, timothy hadn't gone anywhere near you in months and months, and richie was just so good at the sex thing.

also, you loved him. so much.

leaving you with barely enough money to pay your hospital bills sucked. you weren't even sure how timothy was able to do that legally.

but it was alright. you took your stuff and moved into richie's penthouse apartment in malibu almost as soon as you'd been discharged from the hospital. he had made enough money over the first half of his trash-mouth tour to support the both of you for the time being, and he cancelled the reno dates, and all the dates for the foreseeable, because all he wanted to do was be around you and the rest of the losers.

your books and mugs and weird stuff that you'd hoarded over the years slowly spread themselves around richie's apartment, and it made him so happy because it was so utterly domestic.

whenever he saw your shoes in the hallway or your toothbrush in the weird ceramic holder with a bee on it that bev had bought him, he grinned like a stupid, lovestruck idiot, because he was a stupid, lovestruck idiot.

eddie came over a lot, regularly crashing in the spare bedroom because he, too was going through a divorce, and myra kaspbrak was quite a bit more intimidating than timothy. so, that became eddie's room while he was looking for his own apartment.

and you were so fucking happy.

the piece of string that had been serving as your engagement ring after richie proposing on a whim was a constant reminder of how loved you were, and you tied a matching one around his finger, because you didn't feel it was fair that he got to do the whole cute proposal thing.

it had been six months since derry. since the sewers, since defeating IT for the final time. since reuniting with your soulmate. you were sure that life couldn't get better.

eventually, you'd gotten an actual ring.

richie had given it to you on a whim, as usual, opening the little ring box in your direction while you were both surrounded by chinese food, the fourth consecutive episode of snapped playing in the background.

you had choked on your wok-fried garlic and soy broccoli, and he'd thumped your back so you wouldn't almost die, again, which hurt your recovering shoulder, and then he had panicked, and you were crying and laughing and choking all at the same time.

point is, he had given you a ring.

it was a thin, gold band with three little diamonds set into the middle, and you had immediately fallen in love with it.

you hadn't, however, wanted to take off the piece of string, so you wore it on the same finger as the proper engagement ring. richie was relieved because he also hadn't wanted to take the string off.

that night, after some really really great celebration sex, (albeit a little careful, as you sometimes got sharp pains up and down your ribs if you exerted yourself too much) richie bared his soul to you.

he told you everything.

and he cried, and he trembled because he was so scared of ending things with you before they had even begun.

it was the first time he had ever said it out loud.

"i'm bisexual."

and he had let out a breath, then. a breath that he had been holding in for almost three decades.

"oh, richie." and you held him to you without a second thought.

you had always known, somehow.

you'd known, for the same reason one knows the sun has risen. because you had eyes.

you'd seen how richie had always gravitated towards eddie, always grabbing onto him in moments of distress, the soft looks richie would give him when he didn't have time to put up his walls. you knew, and you loved him all the same. of course you did.

you didn't tell him, however, that you had known.

because this moment was so important. the moment where he finally had control over his life and his identity and he was spilling his heart out to you. you would not take that away from him.

this was his time. his moment. his life.

he told you about eddie, and the arcade, and the kissing bridge, and how he'd always, always pushed it down but now it was only the two of you, and if he was to marry you, he wanted everything out in the open.

and god damn you if you let him keep hating himself.

"richie, thankyou for telling me. im so happy that you... that you felt you could talk about it. and to me."

"so... you're not..."

"angry? no. honey, this is who you are. what kind of partner would i be if i didn't love you for who you are? you're perfect, richie."

he cried again, and you let him, because he fucking needed it.

----

richie's nightmares were bad.

really, really fucking bad.

he didn't have them as much as beverly said she had, because, while he had been caught in the deadlights, It was dead and couldn't push into his mind any further. he often couldn't remember what they were about, only that he woke up so scared he would cry. the deadlight-induced terrors came and went, but they always caught both of you off guard.

when it first happened, you were more than a little bit confused, because richie was not a restless sleeper.

you woke to quiet whimpers coming from the man sleeping beside you as he writhed under the bedlinen.

in your sleep-addled haze, it took you a minute to understand what was happening, wiping the sleep from your eyes and adjusting to the darkness.

what, moments ago, was little more than disturbed whimpers, was now loud, heart-fucking-wrenching sobs, the only sound in the otherwise silent apartment.

his body shook next to yours and you were beginning to panic, reaching for him.

"richie? baby, wake up." you shook him lightly, noting the sweat practically dripping from him, and his face, scrunched in fear. he whined lowly, jerking in the bed, but he did not wake. you hadn't been faced with such a situation before, especially not with him, so this was touch and go.

this had never happened before and you were absolutely shitting bricks.

you shook him again, and he jolted awake, crying out as he sat up with a start.

"richie?"

his eyes snapped open, searching wildly around the room for something that wasn't there.

the only light came from the moon and city lights outside your house. sobs of pain overtook him, great, heaving breaths, and then the man you were in love with was crying his fucking eyes out in front of you; fisting his hands in his sweat-soaked hair as his whole body shuddered.

they were tremors he had no control over, the aftershocks of the nightmare taking control of him.

it broke your heart. your face softened as you reached for him again.

god, he held on to you so tight that you almost started crying yourself.

"eddie..." he choked. "ben didn't warn him in time. and i-i-i couldn't... fuck-"

"eddie is at home." you murmured, pressing your lips to his sweat-slick forehead "a ten minute drive. he just moved in. we can go up to see him tomorrow, if you want."

"It's... It's in my head." richie sobbed. the front of your shirt was soaked through with tears. "It's still in my head."

"It's dead, richie."

"so why can i still feel it?"

and you didn't know what to tell him.

---

your first fight, needless to say, sucked.

you didn't even remember what you were fighting about, only that you screamed at each other a lot, and there were tears, and it ended with richie, head in his hands, asking you to leave him alone for a minute in a voice so uncharacteristically calm that it scared you. and so you left for the bedroom, shutting the door, your head swimming and chest burning from the sobs you'd been caging in there.

you knew, realistically, that this was just one fight, and you'd be back to normal within the hour, but this was the first fight you'd had since you were kids, and god only knows how hot headed you'd gotten in the 27 years since then. both of you.

and you hated yourself for letting it get this far and making him not want to be around you.

it was times like this, when richie's nightmares were at their worst and you woke up every night like fucking clockwork to make sure he was real and still there and still breathing, and eddie came round constantly because he couldn't stand being alone in a new place, it was times like this that you needed to be close. so while it was just a dumb fight, you allowed yourself to cry.

richie clicked open the door about half an hour later, shuffling into the room. his eyes were red and he was probably shaking a little bit, you thought.

"im sorry." his voice came out small, and you sat up from the bed immediately.

"no, im sorry, rich. i was overreacting and it was fucking stupid and we need to just-"

and richie all but staggered forwards, grabbing your face in his hands and kissing you, hard. you gasped, and he used the opportunity to gain access to the inside of your mouth. cheeky bastard.

you both had been crying for a while, so the kiss was rather wet, but you overlooked it on account of the fact that his hand was not-so-discreetly sliding up your shirt and fumbling at your bra clasp. as suave as he liked to think he was, his bra skills needed work. he eventually did it, and seemed more than a little bit proud of himself, muttering a triumphant: "fuck yeah."

you tugged richie's bottom lip between your teeth and he fucking groaned. and that noise coming from his mouth was so fucking hot that your knees almost buckled.

you made a mental note to do the sex thing really really well tonight, because the sex thing was definitely happening and it had been a bad night for the both of you and you fucking needed him, right the fuck now.

it wasn't long before you ended up underneath him, and he was pressing open mouthed kisses to your inner thighs, and you were breathing hard and you honestly thought that if he didn't get the fuck on with it you'd probably die right there.

"rich- ahh- richie?"

"yes, baby?"

god, how the fuck was he so smug all the time?

"i think you should- fuck, oh my god- probably get on with things right the the fuck now, or i'll have to... i'll-" you curled your fingers into his hair, your nails scratching across his scalp.

"or?" he hummed, continuing his ministrations everywhere except where you wanted them.

"i'll have to, mmmh, hurt you, actually." you whispered, breathless. you were unable to form a solid argument, what with richie fucking tozier being so sexy and all, teasing the shit out of you.

"you will?" richie put a hand on each of your legs and spread them further apart, his lips relentless, sucking and biting your sensitive flesh. this man was going to fucking kill you, god.

"yeah, yeah, i'll- ahh- bite your fucking face off, or something-"

and then he was between your thighs, right fucking there, so he never did find out what that something actually was, because whatever came out of your mouth after that wasn't decipherable.

---

"we shouldn't fight." richie murmured, as if he was afraid of being too loud in case he broke the moment.

you traced gentle patterns on his chest with your fingertips.

"i know." you said, equally as cautious.

"but i don't even remember what we were fighting about, and we just had several rounds of the apology." he laughed quietly, kissing your bare shoulder.

smirking at the hickeys on your collarbone, he pressed a kiss there, too, admiring his handiwork.

"i love you, fuck face." you yawned, your eyes fluttering shut.

"yeah, and i love you, dickweed."

richie stared fondly at the piece of string around his ring finger. you would be alright. after all, your wedding was coming up.

he had no nightmares that night.

[writingforjoy]

A Worse Fate

Sorry this is late @alexprompts, but here’s my take on the ‘Burn it all’ prompt! I thought it’d be cool to make something like a small backstory/piece of history for (Im)Mortal.

TW FOR BLOOD AND BODY HORROR (maybe, i tried it though. not gonna lie)

Tell me, young one. What is a fate worse than death?

Abandonment? Becoming bedridden? Immortality?

Well, for this 26 year old mother, whose skin was as brown as a ripe cocoa bean, watching her and her kids freedom being snatched away was worse. Watching your loved one die fighting for what was right was worse. Watching your child being sold and taken away was far worse than death. Being raped and tortured by your slave owner was worse. . And how could any self-respecting mother let their children childhood and freedom be plucked away from them, like the sweet nectar from a freshly bloomed honeysuckle that the white men thrived on.

Enslavement. That’s a fate worse than death.

Outside her small home, Ellie Mae could hear the bloodhounds in the distance, and she could smell the scent of their masters close behind. She had been found.

She knew they were coming, that’s why she had called for her grandfather Guidry to come help them escape to the North, the Freedom Land. She had spent days preparing their bags, teaching her second son Elijah about his family, how to follow directions when given, how to properly use magic when his has awakened, and if need be, how to follow the North Star. She had hoped that she’d have more time to escape and meet Guidry, but now she couldn’t.

Ellie Mae gathered what little else she owned: the family spellbook that she made her own editions too, her bible, a dress to change into, and all the money she had left. She stuffed it all in her own bag, threw it on, and scurried over to Elijah and Emmery’s room. “Elijah, Elijah wake up. We have to go.” She shook him gently before pulling the covers off him and sitting him up herself. “Boy, I said wake up.”

Elijah’s head nodded a few times before his eyes fluttered open. “Mama...is it time to eat?” He asked sleepily. The room was dark, save for the light of the moon shining through the window. Elijah looked around the room, noticing the sleeping dove in her makeshift nest on the floor, then noticed that his mother was fully dressed even though it was still night. “Mama, is everything okay?”

“We gon go visit Grandpa Guidry early, baby. Gon and get dressed. Emmie,” Ellie walked over to the dove in the middle of the floor and stroked her back “Emmie baby, wake up. Let’s go exploring baby.”

Emmery was no heavy sleeper, the small bird-witch stretched her wings as she rose and walked out of her nest, cooing softly at her brother and mother before finally shifting back into her human form. “Is Daddy here yet?” She asked.

“Is Drusus coming with us?”

Drusus, Emmery’s father, was on his way over going to spend a few days with them while his owner allowed it, and secretly help them meet up with Guidry. “No, we gon meet him out in the field. Now hurry and get dressed y’all two. We ain’t got-”

The howls from the bloodhounds were getting louder and more excited the closer they got to the house, causing the nine and six year old to cling to Ellie. “M-mama, are those wolves?” Emmery asked timidly.

“No, baby, no. Them just some dumb old dogs bein’ nosey. Now quick, Elijah, get y’all bag I done told y’all to make yesterday.”

She hurried out of their room into the kitchen where the bowl hushpuppies were waiting on the table. Outside the window, Ellie could see specks of red getting closer and the shadow of the bloodhounds jumping around in her yard, just waiting for their masters next command. She poured them all into a towel, along with other food, and tied it up tightly before putting it in her bag. She had cooked at least a good two pounds worth of hushpuppies to give to any dogs that might find them and give away their location, surely that would be enough.

“Mama?” Ellie turned to see Elijah and Emmery standing together in the doorway. Emmery was trying her best to tie their bag around, and Elijah stood watching Ellie, his golden eyes almost glowing in the dark carried a worried look. “I can smell Papa’s scent comin’ this way. Is Papa gonna get us?”

Ellie, too, could smell the stench of tobacco drawing near. She had told Elijah about Henry, his birth father, some time ago, and how she left him when Elijah and Emmery was younger because Henry was mean and abusive towards her. Then later that in some places, people that looked like him would have people like her to work for no pay. What she didn’t tell him was that Henry was one of those people, that he had dozens of people ‘working’ for him, that those people like her were slaves, and that she was one of Henry’s slaves. She didn’t tell him that Henry had another son that would’ve been the same age as his older brother Ezekiel, but had died in a horrible accident. She couldn’t tell him that he was almost the spitting image of Henry’s late Elijah. “No, no he ain’t.” She walked over to help Emmery with her bag, then tied the food bag around Elijah’s shoulder. “I ain’t gon let him take ya from me, got it?” She be damned if he took another child from her. She grabbed their hands and lead them down into the basement, locking the door behind them. They walked in silence in the basement, stopping first at the window to make sure the coast was clear, then they stopped just in front of the door leading outside. “Elijah, remember what I told ya ‘bout Drusus and Guidry scents?”

“Yessum, Drusus smells like cinnamon and Guidry smells like sugar canes.”

Suddenly, something started scratching at the door. One scratch. Silence. Two more. Silence. Then the scratched repeated. Ellie could smell cinnamon wafting through from the outside. It was Drusus saying saying he was here, but danger was nearby and he couldn’t be in his human form. “Emmie, you remember what ya Daddy bird form is, dontcha?”

“Mm, a big hawk, Mama!”

“Mhm, that’s him doin that scratchin out there now.” She said quietly. She squatted down low enough to be face to face with them. “Now listen y’all. There some bad men outside that gon try and separate us just cause me and Emmie look different from you, Elijah. So when we get out there, we have to be very, very quiet and move quickly, okay? If they get us, Emmie, I want you to change into a dove and fly away with yo Daddy, me and Elij-”

The sound of a door breaking startled them, followed by heavy footsteps stomping around above them, knocking everything over and causing destruction in their home. “Find my boy and that nigger woman and bring them to me, if ya find the nigger child then you can keep her!”

Ellie was quickly running out of time, at this rate even if they do get out, it wasn’t going to take long for them to be found and separated. The bloodhounds was soon barking at the basement door, and someone started banging on it in an attempt to break it down. Something had to give, Ellie knew it, and she was more than happy to do whatever it took to make sure her kids stayed free.

“Elijah, tell Drusus that I’m gon buy y’all some time to escape, and not to come back no matter what happens, ya hear?”

Elijah’s eyes grew wide with fear at the thought of leaving Ellie. “But Mama-”

“Boy we ain’t got time just do it!” She pushed them towards the door, then gave Elijah her bag. “Y’all stay together, take care of each other, remember my rules, and do whatever Drusus and Guidry tells ya.”

She hugged them both tightly and gave them both a kiss before shoving them out the door and locking it. She pulled a small dagger out from her apron pocket, then made a deep cut in her palm as she made her way to the middle of the basement. She knelt down and used the blood from her hand to draw a protective pentagram around her, then added the sacrificial runes. Ellie took a deep breath, placed both hands on the pentagram, and whispered the spell she made and experimented with often, hoping that it’d work like she wants it.

Use my magic

Build a wall

Trap my victims

Kill them all

The more drained Ellie began to feel, the more the pentagram began to glow an eerie red, then small embers crawled out from it, and started dancing around her, waiting to see who she wanted their target to be. She focused on every bloodhound and person that had invaded her house, this was going to be the last house they ever broke in.

“Go get’em!” The basement door swung open and the bloodhounds ran down the steps and charged towards Ellie, but the tiny embers around her sprung to life and surrounded each of the hounds in a wall of fire, caging them in. Their barks soon turned to whimpers as the embers snaked their way around the hounds body and tore into their flesh.

She looked up to see three of the men surrounding the dogs and trying to save them, and watched as the embers caged them in as well, then wormed their way up their bodies, leaving a scorched trail as they did before digging their way under their skin. Bubbles appeared on their skin as it darkened each second their blood was boiled before they fell to the floor shaking violently.

Then two more men appeared at the top of the basement where the door once was, but Ellie kept whispering her spell, making it stronger. She was too far in to stop now, and she wasn’t going to stop with them. “Quick, shoot’er!” Henry shouted.

The other guy jumped down the stairs aiming his gun at Ellie and fired, but the bullet bounced off the barrier that Ellie made, then she sent a few embers towards him. She watched as it boxed him in, then the shower of ember needles slowly fell on him. All that was left was the two of them and the house.

Henry descended the stairs, his eyes locked with Ellie. She could feel his hatred for her even from that small distance. She wasn’t going to let him leave the house alive, sure as hell wasn’t going to leave any kind of evidence either. Slowly the embers rolled away from her as she shifted her focus to the house. She was going to burn it all to the ground, with herself in it, to make sure that there’d be no way possible for anyone to find anything and try to trace her kids. A small sacrifice she was willing to make to ensure the safety of her kids. The only regrets that she’d have are not being able to see Emmery being able to control her shifting flawlessly, to see what beautiful magic Elijah would grow up to have, there was no doubt that he had some, he was her son after all. Most of all she wouldn’t be able to watch them grow. “Woman,” Henry growled “you’d rather sit here and die, than tell just give up and tell me where my boy is at? Dontcha know that I’ma find him anyway? Ima find him and that child of yours and sell her off just like yo other one! You gonna die in vain and go straight to hell where you belong!”

Ellie looked at him and laughed. She laughed long and hard. “Then darlin’,” She sent the embers after him, and watched as he squirmed about, trying to shake them off. “I’ll be sure to save ya a seat next to me.” She smiled.

Those regrets were small compared to the immense joy knowing that her kids are safe with Drusus and Guidry, knowing that they will be able to practice their magic freely and soon be able to harness it fully, that they’d be able to grow up together and live in a safer place among family. Her kids were going to be alright, they were going to be just fine.

She watched as he slumped over against the fiery wall, and she was finally free. She was a slave no more. Then she too fell over, the spell have taken its toll on her. She felt death was coming as the house started to fall in around her, the once small embers having turned to roaring flames, licking their way up and around the house, being sure to leave nothing behind. When death comes, she would welcome it’s freedom with open arms. To her, being a slave was a fate worse than death.

@orchidalienscribbler @rhikasa @morganwriteblr @wiseauthorowl

[nobodies-png]

ORG XIII Bullet point lists win. Instant follow. Have you already done a thing about when you [reader] play with their hair. BC BIH I wana get my fingers on Xaldin's sideburns!

hIS SIDEBURNS ? ?  wHAT AN ICON - okay but a lotta dudes in the org have long hair and oH BOY IM JUST HERE LIKE O O F, loVE ME SOME MEN WITH LONG HAIR

also big soz for the inactivity, i’ve been trying to get a lotta drafts done to fill up the queue and empty the askbox wheeze

Xemnas :

You must have balls of steel if you can ask the s u p e r i o r if you can play with his hair without stuttering - but nonetheless, you manage to do it! And you don’t seem to be in any trouble, considering Xemnas’ intrigued grin. “Go on, then” he’d tell you and you’d just stay there unsure like “Uhhh for real ? right n o w?” He probably gets a kick outta this, seeing how far you’ll go before chickening out (like a c o W A R D).

But you’re way too curious to figure out how the fuck his hair works to back out now. While you occupy yourself unraveling the m y s t e r i e s, he’ll merely watch - maybe chat with you . You know how pretty much everyone has a personal scent ? This guy lives up to his title, cause he’s got none. His hair is also super thin so you feel like you’re just trying to grasp n o t h i n g.

Xigbar :

The first thing he does is nudge your side, jokingly asking you shit like “aren’t we a bit too old for that cutesy shit?” while untying his ponytail and making himself comfortable on your lap. W h a t ? It’s not fair that you’re the only one having fun, right ? You can’t help but just roll your eyes at his smug sneer - maybe you should’ve chosen s o m e o n e else for this.

We know how Xigbar is. He’s not gonna shut the fuck up no matter what you do or how many times you ask him - so you just end up having some s a s s y friendly banter, with you pointing out his grey hairs or giving him ridiculous styles while he pretends to be offended. It’s an overall fun time ! Until he refuses to move from his spot on your lap because he’s “too comfortable there”, that is.

Xaldin :

The chances of him willingly letting you get your way are lower than Demyx’s motivation to work. Unless it’s a life or death situation, he’s not going to let you play with his hair - the trick is to ask him when he’s too busy to actually realize what he just agreed to, catching him by surprise. A promise’s a promise, dude, can’t go back on one !

Unlike many others, he won’t let his hair loose just so you can have the pleasure of playing with it. Xaldin will probably give you like 10 minutes cause he has better things to do than to watch you use his hair as a moustache. If you’re brave enough to go for the sideburns, he’d p a n i c and get slightly flustered cause that shit tickles - but he’d try to endure it until you’re done.

Vexen :

I’m torn between Vexen never noticing whenever someone touches his hair cause it’s suuuper long and he just doesn’t give two fucks about it. Or him being hella aware of it cause LONG LOOSE HAIR IN A LAB IS A DANGER HAZARD AND A CATASTROPHE WAITING TO HAPPEN. So I g u e s s I’ll go with the l a t t e r.

Vexen is used to having his hair toyed with because of Zexion (the boy could be a little r a s c a l when he wanted) so he’s not even surprised when you ask him. Well, okay maybe a little. He’d tell you to do as you please, as long as you don’t distract him from work - in the end, he’d enjoy the feeling of your fingers running through his hair ! Maybe he’ll let you do that more often. Y’know, for s c i e n c e.

Lexaeus :

Lexaeus has no problem letting you play with his hair. His only concern is finding a decent position for you to reach his head, without him having to b r e a k his back bending or you having to do some sick parkour. Once that’s settled, you can do whatever you want while he just silently observes or solves one of his puzzle thingies.

Even though neither of you are talking, the atmosphere it’s pretty pleasant and lighthearted. Sometimes you just call out his name from time to time, to make sure he hasn’t fallen asleep lol. Like Luxord, Lexaeus also thinks this situation is kinda comical - like come on he’s the biggest dude in the Organization and here he is, having his hair played with.

Zexion :

At first he’d be startled and cower away in surprise like “e x c u s e me?? WHAT are you doing ?”. Like he’d gladly let you play with his hair, but he’s not used to people touching him so suddenly - just try to give him a heads up the next time. At first it’ll be awkward, cause he just c a n ‘ t stop fidgeting around, extremely aware of the sudden intimacy and closeness of the situation. No he’s definitely not blushing, get some g l a s s e s.

It might take some time for Zexion to get used to it. Mostly cause he feels so n a k e d with the other half of his face exposed - He’ll have his nose buried in his lexicon to avoid eye contact. I can see him totally warming up to the idea and just letting you mess with his hair while he reads a book outloud for the two of you.

Saix :

If you try to ask for permission, Saix will probably say no, so just go for it and pray that he rolls with it. Surprisingly, he does ! Well, more like he hasn’t bitten your hand off - yet. If he’s in a bad mood, prepare for some q u e s t i o n i n g. A half-assed smart sounding explanation will do the trick. If he’s in a good mood, he’ll let you do your thing as long as you don’t distract him too much.

Most likely to purr or just make barely audible b u t hella cute little noises when you play with his hair (i’m getting Saix Puppy flashbacks now, great) You could probably get away with making little cute braids and he won’t notice at all. Try not to be in his field of vision once he does cause he’ll go b e r s e r k on your ass and take away your hair fiddling privileges.

Axel :

Kinda reluctant. He’d poke fun at your eagerness to play with his hair to cover the fact that he’s KINDA embarrassed about this. Probably will let you have your way but only if you two are alone at the Clock Tower - he doesn’t want Xion or Roxas to try and imitate you if they see you. Like come on, there’s a r e p u t a t i o n here to mantain !

Thanks to the latest KH3 trailers we’ve confirmed that his hair is not just a bunch of deadly spikes stuck with hot glue to his head, but instead it’s S O F  T. So yes, playing with Axel’s hair is f u n - even with that permanent scent of fire and burning wood he emits. He likes to see what kind of new style you can come up with. Manbun ? Pigtails ? Braids ? Valid. He’s partial to the low ponytail and will often wear it around the castle.

Demyx

Will strongly refuse at first - mostly cause he puts a L O T of time and gel ever day to perfectionate …whatever the fuck his hair even is. And he doesn’t want you ruining it ! With enough nagging and puppy eyes, Demyx will eventually give in and let you do whatever you want. Okay but his hair has a w e i r d texture with all the products he uses ?

Your hand will probably get stuck there too, so you better wait until like, he takes a shower to wash it all off. THEN you can just play with that fluffy mane. Demyx looks like a completely different person with his hair down, so he’ll be a bit hesitant, afraid you’ll laugh at him - but then he’d discover that he l o v e s when you play with his hair ! He’d pester you to do that whenever you two hang out cause it’s so relaxing.

Luxord :

His first reaction is to just laugh. Well, y’know not a full blown laugh but like a Polite Amused British Chuckle™. W h a t could you possibly want to play with ? He doesn’t have crazy long hair like most of the members in the Organization so he finds this kinda silly - buuut if you’re up for a quick game, he might just indulge you. Only if you win of course.

…Obviously, he lets you win. But you c a n ‘ t really complain about it cause now you get to play with his hair ! Huzzah ! Luxord is a talker, so he’ll just ramble on and on about how endearing and funny this situation is, joking about how lucky you are to have this privilege and b l a h b l a h. You don’t have to worry cause you’ll soon start to hear his light snores.

Marluxia :

Marluxia takes pride in his hair and overall appearance, so he k n o w s how badly you wanna play with that p i n k fluffy mane. If you’re gentle, he’ll gladly grant you the honour of touching it, enjoying your little surprised gasps and hearing you mutter things like “so fluffy and soft !” under your breath. It doesn’t matter if you’re his S/O, he’ll never tell you his secrets !

But he will give you some unsolicited tips and advice on how to take care of yours cause that’s just how he is. His smug and condescending attitude slowly dissipate as he starts to relax, though. Like the others, he m i g h t start to doze off while you do your thing, but Marluxia will try to keep up his cool façade - brushing you off with the excuse of being busy, with the sleepiest expression on his face.

Larxene :

Y e a h - No. Larxene refuses to be seen without her iconic hairstyle, she’ll let you play with those w e i r d antennae she’s got going on but that’s it. Take it or leave it. You don’t know if this is just normal or if she does it on purpose, but sometimes you feel a little s h o c k whenever you reach out for those two strands of hair. But hey, you’re the only one allowed to get that close to Larxene so, kudos to you.

You c a n, however, play with her hair while she sleeps ! Don’t worry about waking her up, she’s a heavy sleeper. Unless you come in banging pots and shit, she’s not waking up any time soon. Larxene will unconsciously lean into your touch, her face visibly softening while you mess with her thin locks. Just never tell her that you do this or she’ll forbid you from entering her room ever again.

Roxas :

Roxas is c o n f u s e d, he’ll move away on instinct and ask if you were trying to pull a prank on him or if you stuck something to his hair. When you tell him that you just like playing with it because the spikes are fun to touch, he’ll pout and get slightly flustered - but will let you continue anyway. It doesn’t matter how hard you try to mess up his hairstyle, it always returns to it’s original s t a t e. It’s like m a g i c.

Since you started doing that, he’s noticed he has been paying more attention to his hair. Roxas never cared about appearances, but the fact that you like something so specific as his hair pretty much inflates his ego a bit. He’d put a little bit more care into it, spending more time in front of the mirror every morning - lowkey hoping you’d notice.

Xion :

Also confused, but instead of stopping you, Xion would imitate your actions - twirling one of your locks around her finger with an amused smile on her face. After a while she’d innocently ask “what exactly are we doing?” and you’ll have to explain the entire concept to her between laughs.

When you tell her that you like playing with her hair, she’d totally blush and feel a bit self-conscious. What if your hands get tangled in a knot or something ? Did she brush it properly ? Wait - She doesn’t even have to with how short it is ! Maybe she should try letting it grow - But yeah, Xion would l o v e this. She’d sit on your lap or between your legs letting you make little braids and whatever while you two chill and talk during breaks.

[askjaaryl]

Episode 18: “Detour”

S2E10 - The trip to Alexandria takes a detour as the Hilltop caravan is forced to stop overnight due to the weather. Daryl and Paul resolve their issues. Enid tells Carl and someone overhears. Paul makes a decision for the safety of his new family and the communities.

Trigger warning for direct mentions of past sexual assault.

Paul put his head back against the headrest, listening to Daryl and Aaron fight outside. It had started to rain when they were halfway to Alexandria, so hard that their caravan had to pull off the road.

“GET IN THE TRUCK!” Aaron yelled over the rain.

Paul winced as he heard Daryl make a loud, angry groan, before feeling the truck shifting a little bit. He glanced through the back window and saw Daryl and Aaron putting his bike in the back of the truck. He watched them for a few moments before turning back and looking forward.

He didn’t like their new truck and missed the old tan one they had, but they couldn’t get it back until the Free Men weren’t in the area.

A few seconds later, Daryl got in through the driver’s side, sliding over to make room for Aaron.

“That came out of nowhere,” Aaron sighed, taking off his jacket, which was now soaked from the rain. He took out the walkie, “Hey, Glenn, do you think we should wait?”

“We ain’t waitin’,” Daryl snapped.

Aaron ignored him with a sigh, waiting for Glenn’s response.

“There’s no way we can go anywhere while we can’t see,” Glenn said over the walkie, “If it doesn’t slack off within the next hour, I’m calling it for the night. We’re by marker five, if we can make it to six there’s the old hunting cabin that Hilltop owns that we can stay in for the night.”

“I’m not staying in that stupid cabin overnight,” Paul added quietly.

“Okay, just radio back when you decide,” Aaron said before turning the walkie off, “Looks like we’re stuck here for a while.”

“They don’t know if my damn brother’s gonna walk again and we’re stuck here because of the fuckin’ rain?” Daryl snapped, “Just fuckin’ drive, man.”

“I’m not going to drive aimlessly when I can’t see the road,” Aaron told him, “Rick is fine, they said so. He’s breathing, keep that in mind.”

“And talking, don’t forget talking,” Paul snorted, putting his head out the window, “Probably blabbing to everyone he can find to tell them that his brother is dating a poor, scared, rape victim.”

“Paul,” Aaron snapped, “Don’t talk about yourself like that.”

“Oh, don’t like when I call it what it is?” Paul asked, leveling him with a glare, “I was raped. R-A-P-E. Does that word bother you? Everyone acts all accepting of it until I actually say the word.”

“You’re mad at me, leave ‘im outta this,” Daryl mumbled.

Paul just huffed, putting his head back and not saying anything else.

“Marker two flooded over from the rain,” Glenn’s voice said over the crackling walkie, “We’re going to stay in the cabin overnight and the road crew from Alexandria will come and help us cross in the morning.”

“FUCK!” Daryl yelled, slamming his foot against the dashboard.

“Seriously?” Paul growled, Aaron wasn’t sure if it was at the news that they’d be staying in the cabin or that Daryl probably just busted their radio.

“Okay, lead the way, we’ll follow your taillights,” Aaron said, putting the walkie down, “You two need to stop. We’re going to be in a cabin overnight with our friends, it’ll make them uncomfortable.”

“Oh, sorry for embarrassing you,” Paul scoffed, “From now on I’ll just stick to your bedroom and be your little boytoy like everyone thinks I am.”

“Quit it!” Daryl snapped at him as they started to move, “Ya ain’t that! That ain’t what ya are and you know it!”

“Does everyone else?” Paul challenged, “After what you told Rick, it’s going to get around and make that worse. It’s just like the world before...either rape victims are too broken to have sex or they’re having sex and doing it to forget,” he snorted, “But trust me, I’m always just going to be seen as someone’s sextoy-”

“Stop,” Daryl choked out finally, sounding more upset than angry now.

Aaron’s knuckle was white on the steering wheel and Paul could tell he’d hit a nerve with both of them.

“I love ya, ya little asshole,” Daryl said, turning to him, “I know what I did was wrong, but I did it ‘cause I-I can’t lose ya, not again, not when we finally have ya with us. Sittin’ by your bed, thinkin’ ya was never gonna wake up, that we was never gonna get ta tell ya how we felt...it broke me, Paul. Both of us.”

Paul stared at him with teary eyes, “You hurt me,” he said quietly, “So bad...when you told Rick. If it was necessary, I would have told them eventually-”

“S’necessary now,” Daryl told him, “M’sorry and I actually mean that...I know I was wrong, that I should’a talked to ya about it.”

Paul nodded slowly.

“I’m gonna do everything I can to earn back the trust I lost with ya,” Daryl explained, putting his hand on his cheek, “I love ya so damn much.”

Paul stared at him for a moment before nodding slowly, unbuckling his seatbelt and wrapping his arms around Daryl’s neck, hugging him tightly, “I love you too,” he whispered against his shoulder.

Daryl just rubbed his back, not saying anything as they drove. He glanced over at Aaron, nodding as he did and holding Paul closer.

They stayed that like until they made it up to the rest of the cars. They could barely see the red lights on the back of the truck in front of them before they shut off.

Glenn jogged over, using his jacket as cover as he did.

Aaron opened the door, “We here?”

“Yeah!” Glenn called over the rain, “Get whatever you need for the night and lock up your truck, the cabin isn’t far.”

Aaron nodded and Paul quickly grabbed their overnight bags from the back.

The three of them got out of the truck and Paul winced when his feet sunk into the mud a little. He followed after the group quickly, not wanting to get too wet. Paul glanced back a few times, making sure that Lydia was keeping up as she walked with Daryl, smiling at her when she smiled at him.

The cabin was small, but it would be okay for their group (consisting of himself, Aaron, Daryl, Glenn, Carl, and Enid). It had two small bedrooms (one with a bed and the other with two sets of bunk beds, most likely it had been a family’s vacation cabin in the old world) with a small living room/kitchen area in between them.

And leaks in the roof, apparently.

Paul put a spare pan under the third leak he’d found and sighed, “Okay, we should get to sleep if we want to get a headstart first thing in the morning.”

“I’ll take a bottom bunk,” Enid said immediately, going into the other room.

“I call top bunk,” Carl added, hurrying after her with a laugh.

“I’ll sleep on the other bunk,” Glenn nodded to Paul, trying to act like he wasn’t pulling the protective dad card.

“Oh cool, I call top bunk with Carl-” Lydia started.

“Nope,” Daryl grabbed her by the back of the shirt, “Ya take the bed in the other room, we’ll take the pullout in the livin’ room, ya’ll ain’t sleepin’ together.”

Lydia stared at him for a moment, not breaking his gaze, before huffing, “Whatever,” she mumbled, stomping into the room.

Paul rolled his eyes and stared at the door where Enid, Carl, and Glenn were staying for a moment, a worried look on his face, before starting to get their bed ready.

“Miss Dog,” Daryl grumbled irritably, lying down once the bed was out.

“We’ll be home tomorrow,” Aaron told him with a sigh, sitting down on the edge of the bed and starting on the straps of his prosthetic.

Paul grabbed one of the old quilts from the closet and put it at the end of the bed, grabbing a few pillows for them as well. He was just about to go make sure Lydia had everything, then check on the other room. He swallowed when Daryl grabbed his hand, pulling him back.

“Relax,” Daryl told him, “Ya ain’t gotta take care ‘a everyone. Let’s just sleep, yeah?”

Paul stared at him for a moment before nodding, sitting down as well.

Daryl pulled his jacket off of him before starting on the buttons of his shirt.

“You don’t have to…” Paul trailed off.

“Let me,” Daryl said quietly, pushing the shirt back off his shoulders.

“You don’t have anything to make up for,” Paul told him, “I understand why you did what you did.”

“Doesn’t make it right,” Daryl mumbled, “Doesn’t make Rick tellin’ Maggie right either...an’ I ain’t making nothin’ up, m’just helpin’ ya get ready for bed.”

Aaron started to kiss his neck, suddenly there and close to him, his shirt gone as well.

“It feels good,” Paul said quietly, leaning his head back to give Aaron more room, “Being all together again,” he breathed out, hand going to grip the curly hair at the nape of Aaron’s neck.

Enid jumped down from the top bunk loudly, looking over at her dad to make sure she hadn’t woken him up. She walked over and waved her hand in front of his closed eyes a few times.

“What are you doing?” Carl whispered, sitting up, half asleep.

“We need to talk...outside,” Enid told him, “I just didn’t want him to hear and make me stay inside.”

Carl stared at her for moment before nodding and getting up. He grabbed his boots from where he’d tossed them, not bothering to lace them up as he did, following his friend out to the front door.

Lydia rubbed her eyes, unable to sleep. The rain made everything so loud, especially outside, and she just couldn’t sleep.

She tensed and grabbed her knife from her pair of boots when she heard the door open and close. She quickly got up, not bothering with her shoes, and tiptoed out.

Lydia walked passed the pullout couch, where Daryl, Jesus, and Aaron were snoring softly, close together. Paul was in the middle with Daryl’s arms wrapped around his waist tightly. Paul’s forehead was against Aaron’s shoulder, almost hiding his face in his arm. Their breathing was all even and she knew they were actually asleep, but Daryl was a light sleeper and was closest to the door.

The door had been propped open by whoever went out so it didn’t get stuck behind them and she walked closer to the crack in the door, listening to the voices outside.

“Do you remember about a month ago at the faire?” Enid asked quietly, her arms wrapped around her stomach, “Wh-When you and Lydia were broken up and Alden and I…?” she trailed off.

“Yeah,” Carl said quietly, “I thought you didn’t want to bring it up again. What’s wrong?”

Enid bit her lip, “I was...late, recently. It happens sometimes, I just figured it was nothing but then I started getting sick.”

“Are you okay?” Carl asked immediately.

“I….technically, yeah,” Enid swallowed, “I’m pregnant...and I know it’s not Alden’s, it’s yours.”

Carl stared at her, shock written all over his face.

“I know it’s a bad time, with your dad a-and you’re back with Lydia now and I’m with Alden,” Enid took a shaky breath, “But I think I want to keep it. They’ll be raised with such a loving family at Hilltop.”

Carl took a deep breath, “Yeah...yeah, you’re right,” he bit his lip, “Does anyone  else know?”

“Just Jesus,” Enid said quietly, “I talked to him, after I found out,” she swallowed, “That’s another reason I wanted to go to Alexandria with you guys...not that I don’t trust Alex, but Siddiq is a doctor and I want him to check things out.”

Carl nodded, holding his head a little higher, “Just let me know anything you need.”

“I need to tell Alden,” Enid said, scrubbing her hand over her face, “And...my family. You need to tell Lydia and yours.”

Carl sighed and swallowed, “I’ll talk to her when we get back to Hilltop. We need to focus on what we need to do in Alexandria first.”

“You’re right,” Enid nodded, “I want to tell my parents when we get home too.”

“Lyd?” Daryl asked tiredly, squinting up at her, “What ‘cha doin’ there?”

“Nothing,” Lydia whispered, “Go back to sleep.”

Daryl moved his arms from around Paul slowly and got up, walking over, “Hey...you’re cryin’, what’s goin’ on?” he asked, looking out the door as well. He saw Enid and Carl hugging tightly and sighed, “Ain’t like that...they’re still friends. He’s with ya, she’s with Alden, ‘member?”

Lydia whipped around and hugged him tightly, burying her head in his shirt.

Daryl blinked in shock for a moment before putting his arms around her, rocking her slightly, “Hey, c’mon now…” he trailed off, rubbing her back, “What’s buggin’ ya?”

“I…” Lydia trailed off, looking up at him, “Sorry,” she whispered.

“S’okay,” Daryl told her, “Ya can talk ta me..”

Lydia stared at him for moment before swallowing, “I don’t like staying in Barrington,” she mumbled, “I guess...being here, staying overnight with you guys jut in the other room, made me realize that,” she sniffled, wiping her eyes, “I-I know the house isn’t done yet-”

“Gonna be done by summer,” Daryl told her, “If ya want, ya can maybe stay on the couch in the trailer, maybe set ya up a cot in Paul’s office or Gracie’s room.”

Lydia looked down, shuffling her feet, “Yeah...maybe,” she said quietly, “Sorry I woke you,” she told him, “I’m gonna go back to bed now,” she whispered, pulling away.

Daryl nodded, watching her go, “G’night,” he told her. He waited until her door closed before he stalked outside, closing the door behind him before yelling, “GET YOUR ASSES INSIDE!” he yelled, causing them both to jump apart, breathing heavily.

“Very funny,” Carl grumbled when Daryl snickered at their shocked faces.

“Sorry,” Enid mumbled, walking inside quickly and brushing by Daryl as she did.

Daryl put his arm out before Carl could walk in after her, raising an eyebrow.

“It was nothing, Uncle Daryl,” Carl said quickly.

Daryl just stared at him.

“Look, just let me tell my dad first, then you, okay?” Carl sighed, “Nothing life threatening, nothing that’ll cause bodily harm.”

Daryl stared for another moment before nodding, letting him in. He stared out at the forest for a minute before going inside, closing and locking the door behind them. He walked back over to the couch and slowly moved behind Paul again, trying not to wake him or Aaron up as he secured his arms around his boyfriend’s waist once again, his hand clinging to Aaron’s.

“You’re a good uncle,” Aaron said simply, not even opening his eyes.

Daryl just scoffed, burying his face in the back of Paul’s neck.

They arrived at Alexandria first thing the next morning, the sun shining down on the community...but it wasn’t exactly all sunshine in the Alexandria community today.

There were makeshift walls up, rather than their usual steel ones. Cars and busses were parked where the wall had been damaged and there were more guards on the gate than usual. A construction crew was working on the inside of the wall, but it seemed to be slow progress.

When they got inside the gates, Paul felt even worse, looking at the church that was in shambles on top of a few houses being damaged. As he walked down the street he stopped in shock when he saw Aaron’s old house had been damaged as well, a few windows broken and red spray paint littered across the front.

WE ARE FREE, THERE ARE NO LAWS NOW

Paul took a shaky breath, looking over to where Aaron and Daryl were talking with Michonne. He quickly walked over, not even saying hello as he made his announcement.

“I’m staying for the cleanup, but after that, I need to go to the Kingdom.”

[just-an-anxious-mess]

Two-Faced (Part 2)

Part 1

Trigger Warning: mentions of suicide, self harm, blood, panic attacks, angst

I looked over at Deciet and mumbled "I think he's fallen asleep."

"Well don't wake him, he might bite us if we do." Roman commented from beside me and I shook my head.

"Should we leave him here or try and get him back to his room?" Patton asked and I shrugged.

I turned to Deciet and decided to wake up him up so he could go to his room if he was tired. "Deciet?" I asked and nudged him.

He didn't respond and I narrowed my eyes. He was usually a light sleeper, unless he'd changed so much since we were on good terms that his sleeping situation was different.

I leant over and tapped him and still got no response.

"Deciet! Wake up!" Roman shouted and I jumped in surprise.

"What the hell Roman?" I asked in annoyance and turned to see if Deciet was glaring at him only to find he hadn't woken up.

"Uh guys, not to live up to my name of anxiety or anything but somethings not right here. Deciet used to be a really light sleeper." I said, worried now.

Patton stood up and walked over, having extracted himself from Logan who looked annoyed at having their cuddle interrupted.

"Deciet?" Patton said and gently pushed the snake faced trait and got no response.

I pulled Deciet towards me and his head flopped to the side limply so the non scaled half of his face was now visible.

"Holy shit is that blood?" I exclaimed as I noticed the red trailing down from the corner of Deciets mouth.

Patton gasped and shook Deciet which did nothing but make his head flop uselessly.

Logan quickly went into analysis mode and said "Someone lay him on his side so he doesn't choke on his own blood, I need a little more time to figure out what's happened."

We did as Logan said and backed away as he began to search for the source of the blood.

"He seems to have bitten his tongue but the only possible explanations for that would be something akin to unbearable pain which he was attempting to hide. Obviously whatever caused him to bite his tongue hard enough for it to bleed like this, is also the same thing rendering him unconscious."

Logan pressed his fingers to Deciets neck and his eyes widened, causing me to ask "What is it?"

"His pulse is still there but it's slow and sluggish, not a good sign. My best guess is that he's ingested something he shouldn't have. That would explain the unconsciousness, the presumable pain that caused him to bite through his tongue and his dangerously slow heartbeat."

"He was in the kitchen looking for something to eat when I encountered him earlier, he seemed a bit off and he's been acting slightly differently today." Patton said with his eyes locked onto Deciets still form.

I frowned and tried to recall anything I noticed that could help Logan figure out what was going on.

"As the third film began his eyes looked slightly glazed over and I thought he looked a bit out of it but then he snapped at me." I said, unsure exactly how that could help.

"Patton, go to Deciets room and see if whatever he ingested is in there, Roman go to my room and grab the medical bag from under the desk and Virgil you can help me keep an eye on Deciets pulse." Logan ordered.

The other two ran from the room as I knelt next to the couch where Deciet was and put my fingers against his neck to check his pulse.

There was a slow feeble beat and before I knew it there were tears rolling down my face. I'd hated Deciet for years because of how much he'd messed with my mind and told me the others hated me but, as Deciet himself had pointed out, he was the only person I used to be able to go to.

He was there for me when I had my panic attacks, he explained how things worked in the mindspace when no one else would and he was right when he said I went crawling back to him.

When I decided to duck out I'd gone to Deciet, telling him how he'd been right about the others not accepting me and he'd sighed and given me a hug, telling me that he did try to warn me.

If it hadn't been for the others tripping the alarm I'd set up just in case someone was in my room, I wouldn't have noticed they were in my room. I would have just spent the day with Deciet.

I frowned as I suddenly remembered something. That day when I'd gone to Deciet, I'd found him in the inactive part of Thomas's mind, hence why I stopped effecting Thomas.

The thing was I had no idea why Deciet was in there at the time. He'd seemed tired or something and I was sure I remembered him wincing when I hugged him.

I was drawn out of my thoughts by the sound of feet running into the room.

"He.... He....." Patton panted, waving something around in his hand as he tried to speak.

Logan got to his feet and took the object from Patton with a small frown.

It was as Roman came in that I put everything together and exclaimed "He did it on purpose."

Logan wasted no time in grabbed the medical bag from Roman and grabbing things I had no name for.

I barely paid attention to what he was doing as I struggled to understand why Deciet would do this. He always seemed so unaffected by everything, from Romans insults to when he used to hiss abuse at me.

"If you're squeamish look away." Logan said as he began feeding a strange looking tube thing down Deciets throat. "I'm trying to get the medication out of his system by pumping his stomach, it is not a guaranteed solution as it's usually preferable if this procedure is done within the first 4 hours of a person ingesting something but it's the only option we have."

I got to my feet and turned away, unable to watch what was going on.

A pair of arms wrapped around me, pulling me into someone's chest but for once I didn't resist, instead I slumped into them and sobbed.

A hand was rubbing my back and a quiet voice whispered "It's alright, Logan will save him. Everythings OK."

Roman was trying to make me feel better but I knew everything was far from OK. I didn't say that though, I just continued to sob into his chest.

After a while Logan let out a sigh and I pulled away from Roman to see why.

"I've done all I can, all we can do is wait for him to wake up and see if it's caused any lasting damage."

"How long will it take for him to wake up?" I asked and Logan sent me a sad smile.

"Anywhere between an hour from now or even days. That is if he wakes up at all. There's always the chance I was too late and... We'll just have to see what happens."

Patton, who'd been incredibly quiet the whole time, let out a small sob and whispered "This is my fault. If I'd just picked up on his feelings better I could have stopped this."

Logan pulled Patton in for a hug, trying to comfort him but Patton continued. "I could have done something today, I knew something had changed yet I told myself it was probably not too important. I only ended up talking to him because I couldn't sleep without knowing what had changed. What would have happened if I hadn't?"

I shuddered at that thought, tears running down my face as I looked at Deciets unconscious form. All those times he used to tell me I was unwanted, unloved by the others, it was all just a big front to hide the fact that's how he felt about himself.

I felt helpless knowing I couldn't do anything but wait. I took a deep breath and said "I'll sit with him while you guys sleep, just in case."

"Virgil you need to sleep too." Roman immediately protested and before I could argue back Logan spoke up.

"We'll take it in turns for however many nights it takes for him to either wake up or...." Logan quickly cleared his throat and continued "Virgil can do it tonight if he so wishes."

Roman sighed "Fine, but you have to sleep tomorrow night."

I nodded and sat on the floor next to the couch where Deciet still lay. Logan escorted Patton out, whispering words of what I assumed to be comfort and reassurance.

Roman hovered slightly for a few seconds then shook his head with another sigh and walked out, leaving me all alone with the unconscious form of Deciet.

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[cosmiicorvid]

fucking all of them

you absolute fool.

(1) Do You Sleep With Your Closet Doors Open Or Closed?

I keep it a little cracked open because my cat likes to sleep in there for whatever reason.

(2) Do You Have Freckles?

No but I want some.

(3) Can You Whistle?

Yeah but it’s nothing good. Just basic whistling.

(4) Last Song You Listened To.

Shut Eye

(5) What Is Your Favourite Colour?

Purple, yellow, and red

(6) Relationship Status.

Taken by @sketchyskittles-png

(7) What Is The Temperature Right Now?

51 Fahrenheit. OH MY GOD FAHRENHEIT FIFTY ONE– I’M…

(8) Did You Wake Up Cranky?

It usually depends how much sleep I get, but not really, no.

(9) How Many Followers?

986

(10) Zodiac Sign.

Aries

(11) What Is Your Eye Colour?

Like a chocolate brown.

(12) Take A Vitamin Daily?

nah

(13) Do You Sing In The Shower?

Who doesn’t?

(14) What Books Are You Reading?

I haven’t touched a book in a while and i kind of feel bad. I wanna start reading something but idk what

(15) Grab The Book Nearest To You, Turn To Page 64, Give Me Line 14.

I would but i’m really lazy and tired

(16) Favourite Anime?

My life

(17) Last Person You Cried In Front Of?

I don’t really remember. Maybe my mom?

(18) Do You Collect Anything?

I collect enamel pins

(19) What Did You Have For Lunch?

Texas de Brazil uwu

(20) Do You Dance In The Car?

Only if I’m forced to

(21) Favourite Animal?

Cheetahs and Raccoons

(22) Do You Watch The Olympics?

Not really unless something interesting happens i guess

(23) What Time Do You Usually Go To Bed?

I don’t have a concept of time. It varies from moment to moment.

(24) Are You Wearing Makeup Right Now?

Nah mate

(25) Do You Prefer To Swim In A Pool Or The Ocean?

Pool, but i don’t really like either but oh whale

(26) Favourite Tumblr Blog?

The person reading this

(27) Bottled Water Or Tap Water?

Either is fine with me

(28) What Makes You Happy?

Friends

(29) Post A Gif Of What You’re Currently Feeling Right Now.

(30) Do You Study Better With Or Without Music?

If there aren’t any words, then i can listen to music.

(31) Dogs Or Cats?

Why not both?

(32) If You Were A Crayon What Colour Would You Be?

Purble

(33) PlayStation Or Xbox.

Playstation only because the controller is easier for my tiny hands to hold

(34) Would You Swim In The Lake Or Ocean?

I mean i would but i don’t want to

(35) Do You Believe In Magic?

I wish I did.

(36) What Colour Shirt Are You Wearing?

Grey and blue

(37) Can You Curl Your Tongue?

nah

(38) Do You Save Money Or Spend It?

Spend spend spend spend spend spe-

(39) Is There Anything Pink Within 10 Feet Of You?

Nope

(40) Do You Have Any Obsessions Right Now?

Cookie run

(41) Have You Ever Caught A Butterfly?

nnnop

(42) Are You Easily Influenced By Other People?

y,,,yea

(43) Do You Have Strange Dreams?

I have!!! The weirdest dreams! I tend to use the dreams i have and make a story out of it though so i don’t hate it.

(44) Do You Like Going On Airplanes?

Sure, it’s aight

(45) Name One Movie That Made You Cry.

The LEGO Movie 2: The Second Part.

(46) Peanuts Or Sunflower Seeds?

Sunflower seeds

(47) If I Handed You A Concert Ticket Right Now, Who Would You Want The Performer To Be?

Either Set it Off or P!ATD

(48) Are You A Picky Eater?

I used to think i was but i’m really not

(49) Are You A Heavy Sleeper?

very.

(50) Do You Fear Thunder / Lightning?

I love thunder but i hate lightning

(51) Do You Like To Read / Write?

I love doing both

(52) Do You Like Your Music Loud?

If i’m in a mood? absolutely.

(53) Would You Rather Carve Pumpkins Or Wrap Presents?

I’ve never carved a pumpkin so idk

(54) Put Your Music On Shuffle, What Is The First Song That Came Up?

Battle Symphony - Linkin Park

(55) What Season Are You In Right Now? (Weather)

Winter but like… almost spring

(56)What Are You Craving Right Now?

Tfufjkcing fucking tuna salad……

(57) Post A Screenshot Of Your Tumblr Feed.

I’m lazy.

(58) What Is Your Gender?

Oh y’know…. [REDACTED]

(59) Coffee Or Tea?

Coffee

(60) Do You Have Any Homework Right Now? If So, What Is It About?

Nop

(61) What Is Your Sexuality?

Oh y’know… [REDACTED] (pan)

(62) Do You Make Your Bed In The Morning?

rarely

(63) Favourite Pokemon?

MOTHER

FUCKING

CYNDAQUIL

(64) Favourite Social Media?

Discord ig

(65) What’s Your Opinion On Instagram Stories?

Don’t have one

(66) Do You Get Homesick?

yeahhhhh

(67) Are You A Virgin?

I don’t know, am I? (yes the answer is yes)

(68) What Shampoo And Conditioner Are You Using Right Now?

Egg yolk

(69) If You Were Far From Home And Needed To Sleep For The Night, Would You Choose To Rent A Crappy Motel Room For $60 Or Sleep In Your Car For Free?

Probably my car unless the weather was bad

(70) Are Both Of Your Blood Parents Still In Your Life?

ye

(71)  Whats The Next Movie You Want To See In Theaters?

Captain Marvel! I was supposed to see it saturday but we had to cancel.

(72) Do You Miss Your Ex?

My ex is one of my friends so like? I miss hanging out with them but I don’t really miss the relationship cause yknow… [redacted]

(73) What Is Your Favourite Quote Right Now?

“I ate my grandma”

(74)  What Eye Colour Do You Find Sexiest?

Mmn…… light blue is pretty, or grey. But it doesn’t matter that much to me

(75) Did You Like Swinging As A Child? Do You Still Get Excited When You See A Swing Set?

Yes and yes. It’s the only good thing in life

(76) What Was The Last Thing You Ate?

Chocolate cake

(77) What Games Do You Have On Your Phone?

Cookie run and Bitlife

(78) Would You Give A Homeless Person CPR If They Were Dying? Why Or Why Not?

I mean i don’t really know how to professionally do CPR so idk

(79) Been On The Computer For 5 Hours Straight?

No! It’s only been like an hour. But yes i’ve been on for 5 hours at some point

(80) Stalked Someone On A Social Network?

yye

(81) Do You Like Meeting New People?

sure

(82) Do You Wear Rings? If You Do, Take A Picture Of Them.

No

(83) Do You Sleep With Your Bedroom Door Open Or Closed?

closed

(84) What Are Three Things You Did Today?

I went to a restaurant, i wrote some stuff, idk it was a slow day

(85) What Do You Wear To Bed?

Ssmmnonft oajamdas

(86) List All Of Your Different Beauty Products You Have Right Now.

My face

(87) Are You A Day Or Night Person?

Im a night person babey

(88) List All Of Your Video Games On Your Phone, Console Etc.

I can’t think of any right now but uhh…. Pokemone eevee, smash, and mario kart i know for sure

(89) Tell Me About A Dream That You Had And When It Happened.

There was this dream when i was a kid about this guy who would kill you if he saw your breath by cutting your forehead off with a laser

(90) Favourite Soda Drink?

Dr. pepper

(91) What Sounds Are Your Favourite?

Thunder storms

(92) Do You Wear Jeans Or Sweats More?

jeans

(93) How Do You Look Right Now?

Tired

(94) Name Something That Relaxes You.

Sometimes complete silence and darkness

(95) What Tattoo Do You Want?

I want a tattoo of some type of heart, but that’s really all i know. Maybe i should do an actual heart… that would be cool.

(96) Favourite YouTuber?

Jacksepridceye

[askthiscpblog]

Kay, Katie and Ruby pls

Part 1

A dim light was all that illuminated the room that Katie was in. A room that she didn’t recognize. She had woken up not even a few minutes ago, not knowing how long she had been unconscious. Her first instinct was to get up and get out, but the minute she tried to move she realized something was stopping her. Katie was unable to move, and it only took her a second to realize it was because she’s strapped down. She pulled as hard as she could to slip out of them, but it was no use.

“Fuck….” She mumbled under her breath. She tried to look at her surroundings but between the dim lighting and her bad eye, she couldn’t see much. She had nothing else to do but lay there and contemplate what to do next.

Ruby had started to wake up soon after, a small groan escaping her lips. Her red eyes fluttered open, her vision overrun by dark spots. Once her eyes adjusted, she looked around, noticing she was in an unfamiliar place. When she tried to sit up, she noticed that she too was strapped down, which made her frown. She pulled against her restraints as she tried to remember what happened and why she was there. She lifted her head to look down at the straps holding her down. She tried to push herself up, using her arms, but it didn’t change anything, she was still strapped up. Her ears twitched, picking up a sound- breathing. She turned her head, her neck cracking a bit, because of the uncomfortable position.

Katie’s patience was wearing thin. So was her calm demeanor. She hated the fact she’s trapped, and the feeling of vulnerability. Katie didn’t care how she got there, all she knew is that she wanted out. Now. She started pulling on the straps some more, putting herself into an angry panic more and more. She continued to swear under her breath, making small threats towards whoever put her here. Her breathing was getting louder as she kept on using all her strength to get out of the straps but to no avail. She stopped struggling with a loud sigh. “Son of a bitch!” She said, almost yelling. She’s frustrated, and now her arm’s tired. All the possibilities of how this was going to end for her ran through her head, making her anxiety grow.

“Will you keep it down? I’m trying to work.” A calm male voice spoke out close by.

She froze at the sound of the voice. She was so focused on getting free that she didn’t notice anybody else was there. It wasn’t a voice that she recognized or had even heard before, but she had a feeling that he was the reason she’s strapped down.

“Let me go…” Her voice was stern. She didn’t know this person, so what could he want with her?

“Keep fighting and you’ll only going to make your head trauma worse.” Footsteps were heading her way.

“I wouldn’t be fighting if I wasn’t strapped down…” She tensed at the sound of the man getting closer. She would usually be more resistant, but something told her that she wasn’t in a good position to mock the man.

“Well, after your fight with Hoodie, and an attack going on, I’m taking precautions.” She saw a figure with a blue mask come into view and they had a black substance leaking from the eye holes looming down on her.

“How are you feeling?” He asks.

She remembered what had happened. That “Hoodie” guy had knocked her out. How he did, she couldn’t remember but all she knew now is that she didn’t like him.

“Sore…” She replied in a reluctant tone. She didn’t like complying with strangers, especially not ones that wear masks, but what else could she do at this point? Besides, he somewhat creeped her out anyway. 

“Expected. Taking a round in the head would do that even if it was rubber… oh, my manners. They call me E.J. I’m the doctor of the house…” he looked up for a second and continues, “Looks like your roommate is awake as well.” E.J. huh? At least he’s somewhat polite, something Katie didn’t encounter in people nowadays. Then she realized what he said. She looked at him, confused.

“…Roommate? I have a roommate?”

“Yes. She is an odd one. She gave Hoodie’s partner a hard time- and he is the vicious one of the two.” He walked over to check on Ruby.

Ruby had been quiet the whole time, but her heart beat fast. She closed her eyes tight and took a deep breath. When strapped down like this reminded her of her past. She couldn’t let that get to her, she had to figure out why she was here. She opened her eyes and turned her head to look at EJ. She squinted her eyes a bit, trying to get her vision to focus. A growl threatened to escape her. Ruby was quiet, her heart pounding. She took a deep, shaky breath; her chest heaved up and down. Being strapped like this did remind her of her past- it made her feel vulnerable.

Her head was a jumbled mess as she remembered what happened with Masky, which meant she wasn’t listening to their conversation. Her eyes darted towards EJ once the sound of footsteps made it to her ears. She squinted her eyes a bit, trying to get her vision to focus. E.J. was now hovering above her saying, “And how are you feeling, miss? And calm yourself. This is only a safety precaution.”

While EJ checked on that other girl, Katie laid there, trying to see her surroundings now. Like before, she couldn’t see much due to her eye, but now her eyes were more adjusted to the dark. The place seemed a little old. So, did the straps holding her down. Couldn’t be too old if they could still manage to hold down a full-grown woman, though. Also, how can this guy see what he’s doing? It’s not pitch black but, damn, it’s still hard to see. How could a doctor work in the dark?

Ruby stared up at the male, her chest still heaving up and down. Who was he to tell her to calm down, especially when she was being held down by straps?!

“I’m feeling wonderful!” she said, her voice almost coming out as a growl. Whoever he was, she didn’t trust him.

“A safety precaution for you or for me?” She asked while glaring up at him.

He responded with a simple word, and without hesitation, “Both.” He went to grab something, continuing, “You two caused quite a hassle for the duo.” He walked back to Ruby and injected something into the vein of her arm without even aiming.  She wiggled under the straps when he was about to inject her. As the needle entered her arm, a low growl escaped past her lips.

“There. That should help calm you down a bit.” He then sat the beds up. They had a better view of the room, now, and could see each other on opposite sides of the room. She continued to wiggle around, trying to get free as EJ put their beds into a sitting position. Katie looked at the other girl across the room, watching her try to get away from EJ and the needle he was holding. At least the other girl wanted out too.

“How long are we going to be here for?” Katie had stuff to do, people to get rid of. She didn’t have the time to sit around, strapped down.

He wasn’t even looking at her. “You can relax. That was only Benzodiazepines. The only reason you two are strapped is as I said. We got attacked, and I’m making sure you two are not with him.”

He seemed to hear the question and responded, “Depends on what the boss says but don’t worry. I’m sure there will still be people for both of you to kill if we let you go.” His voice had not altered in any way. It was calm…too calm as if he didn’t see them as a threat. He walked around the room, moving stuff around, not even looking. At times he stopped to tap or smell something.

Katie didn’t like this guy’s calm demeanor. The way he treats this like an everyday situation ticked her off for some reason. What made her madder was how unsettling he was. He wasn’t trying to, but the was so calm and collected gave Katie a weird feeling. She hated it.

“Working with who now?” Katie was generally confused about who he was talking about. She hadn’t worked with anybody in a while. Ruby stopped struggling, her breathing slowing down a little bit. She watched his every movement, her eyes never leaving his calm form. His reply confused her more, who was this him?

“An old rival to the boss. I’m not allowed to say his name, for he can hear it, and gains power from it. Based on your tone and heart rate, you really don’t know him… good.” He went over to her and put a cuff with a chain on Katie’s leg, then undid the straps on her body. Still not even hesitating.

“Would you like some water?” He then looks at Ruby, asking, “Would you like some too?”

“Yeah…sure….” Katie was hesitant to say yes. Sure, he was being nice, but that could change in an instant. She rubbed her wrists. They were a bit bruised from when she pulled on the straps. He got a bottle of water from a fridge nearby, as well as ointment and bandages. He then started patching up the bruises right away. Ruby pulled her legs closer to her body, glaring at him as he undid her straps. Ruby had heavy bruising by struggling so much. She didn’t reply; she didn’t trust him, so she sure as hell didn’t want water from him.

“You girls have names?”

“Katie, my name’s Katie…” She took a quick drink of water and looked at the other girl seeing if she was going to answer. She was being pretty uncooperative so far so Katie wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t answer.

She stayed silent for a few seconds, debating if she should tell him her name. 

“Its… Ruby…” she finally responded

“So, since you know we’re not working with that guy you were talking about, can we leave?” As nice as this EJ guy was, Katie still wanted to leave. She hates being cooped up in one place and being told what to do and where she could or couldn’t go. Having someone else have control over her in any form gave her anxiety.

“Like I said, not my call. You two could be sleepers for all I know.” He got up and started heading towards Ruby’s directions to treat her wounds. Her ears twitched a bit. She didn’t feel like talking much, but she was curious to know more about this him.

“Sleepers…?” She watched him walk towards her, still watching his every movement. She was much calmer now, but she was still uneasy. Especially when she was being held hostage against her will. Ruby beat her to the question. Almost every time this guy spoke a new question would come up. Once Ruby asked, Katie, looked towards EJ, awaiting an answer. After he was done, he got up, his head popping up as well. He started to leave the room.

“I’ll be back with the boss. You two hang tight.”