#might pick it back up tn

[astralaffairs]

BROOOO i just finished your voltaire to versacie series and lets just say i am SPEECHLESS??!?! your writing skills are out of this world. is there any chance you’ll be making another part?

i am always writing another part of everything. the only problem is i take fucking forever

[aliferousdreamer]

how i felt finishing season 4 of the next step:

[pup-pee]

*baps you* I just think Kyle Rayner is a silly guy that's all!! :D!!

*BOOPS U BOOPS U BIOPS U BOPOSU*

KYLE RAYNER IS SUCH A SILLY GUY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

currently reading the rann-thanagar war so heres some ss!!!

small kyles 4 me u

[sugurugetoshairbrush]

tl;dr hitting blinkers on a dab pen with stoner!suguru getou [prev] [nxt]

your situationship with suguru remains undefined. not that it’s pressing—you’re comfortable with deepening the relationship before labeling it. to you, he’s your man that’s not your man, but that’s your man. and if that’s confusing, then trying to define your relationship with gojo might just send you into a spiral. you quickly learned that being involved with suguru means gojo is automatically part of the package, like some bizarre two-for-one deal. 

after only a couple of interactions, gojo was already insisting you call him by his first name, texting you like you’d been friends for years. suguru warned you he was clingy, but you’d imagined it on a smaller scale. not that it’s a problem—he’s not annoying. if anything, he’s entertaining, sending you memes, munchies, and random gossip. since suguru doesn’t seem to mind and occasionally looks relieved to have gojo off his back, you’re happy to go along with it.

the conversation you find yourselves revisiting the most is about suguru’s uncanny ability to outsmoke both of you. every single time, with no exceptions. while you and gojo are baked into the furniture, marveling at how vivid your senses have become, suguru is casually riding a mellow high, maybe a little giggly, but never anywhere close to where you and gojo end up.

the downside? for you, it means being hyper-aware of his fleeting, soft touches—every caress amplified, every kiss leaving you spiraling. one brush of his fingers, and you’re a mess, a pillow princess completely wrecked before things even escalate. you wish you could share that out-of-body, dreamlike state with him, instead of the night ending with him looking after you and gojo like a couple of overgrown children.

gojo, ever the opportunist, proposed a solution: dab pens.

“totally different experience,” he assured you. while building tolerance to smoking is something you can gradually ease into, a dab pen hits like a truck—instant and overwhelming, a visceral high. he already had one picked out, but you can’t help the pang of guilt that creeps in. is it wrong to be plotting on suguru like this? the question lingers, so you text gojo for some reassurance.

satoru :3: nahh its morally grey

you: that’s still not good

satoru :3: everything is relative, the earth is flat, life is a simulation satoru :3: come on I alr bought the cart

you: oh brother you: fine pick it up rn bc I got my shift covered tmr and suguru’s free tn

satoru :3: kay! btw its 90.02% thc satoru :3: the packaging has an alien abduction on it :P

you: you’re not making me feel better

satoru :3: my accomplice <3

you: what if it doesnt work you: ive seen him face 4 blunts. back2back

satoru :3: not if we hit blinkers yk his ass is competitive

you: I just might die tn…

accepting that you have no idea where the night will take you, you call an uber to their apartment, savoring what feels like your final moments of lucidity for the day. when you arrive, you see suguru sitting on the stoop of the building, passing a blunt to toji, whose bruised eye is still faintly visible, serving as a reminder of his failed attempt to hit on you.

men are so uncomplicated—they argue, tussle, and then they’re back to being cordial like nothing ever happened.

as you approach, toji ashes the blunt and nods in acknowledgment. you squint, making out the detailing on toji’s sweatsuit—it’s denim tears, and overall he looks way more put together. his dark hair is trimmed neatly, and he’s sporting a silver chain. suguru’s lounging comfortably in grey sweats, and an oversized black tee. he rises, effortlessly pulling you into his arms. 

“hey baby,” he greets warmly, and you can smell the faint mint of his shampoo beneath the haze of smoke clinging to him. you squeeze his waist, drawing back to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. 

“hi sugu,” you eye toji warily—nodding his way, “toji.”

suguru gestures to toji, “go ahead and top that off, we’re heading in.”

“good lookin’,” toji replies with a sly smirk, waving you away, “see ya.”

the elevator doors slide shut, commencing its ascent, and you can’t help but ask, “is toji out here robbing folks?”

suguru chuckles, clearly amused. “kinda. he started scamming, swiping cards, and jamming chips—that kind of thing.” he shakes his head. “honestly, he’s really been hustling. I’ve never seen him more actively involved with megumi.”

you draw in a breath, “well… that’s good?”

inside, the apartment is clean, lavender-scented, and gojo is already sprawled on the couch, watching cartoons. he brightens when he sees you, enthusiastically patting the seat beside him.

“finally! we’ve been waiting forever.”

“forever” turns out to be less than an hour, according to suguru, but gojo whines dramatically anyway. 

“so,” suguru drawls, eyeing you both suspiciously, “what are you two plotting?”

gojo disappears momentarily, returning with the dab pen like a magician revealing his trick. 

“ta-daa~!” he announces.

suguru blinks, unimpressed. “it’s just a pen?”

“not just any pen,” you reply, resting a hand on his thigh. “trust us.”

gojo smirks. “unless you’re scared or something?... pussy.”

suguru raises a brow, grabbing the pen. “so how are we gonna do this?”

you clasp your hands together, “we can only hit blinkers.”

just as gojo predicted, suguru’s competitive streak takes over. after throwing some jabs and a quick trip to the fridge to stockpile water, you’re ready.

gojo takes the lead, he activates the pen, pressing the button down five times until it glows an ominous red. he lifts it to his lips with a mock salute taking a deep, dramatic inhale. the faint woosh of his draw drags on for several seconds until the light blinks. 

he ghosts the thick smoke for a moment, then exhales in a steady stream. “easy.” he declares smugly—until the coughing starts. his bravado crumbles as he hacks and sputters, spilling water in his frantic search for a sip.

your hit goes about as well. the initial inhale feels smooth, but halfway through, your throat ignites like you’ve swallowed fire. you’re left chugging water, gasping for relief while gojo’s laughter fills the room.

suguru’s hit is no different. he takes the pen with his usual quiet confidence, lips curling around it like this is nothing. the first few seconds are smooth—calculated, even—until the thick, milky smoke betrays him. he chokes, his back shaking as a fit of coughing overtakes him.

“shit,” he rasps, eyes squeezed shut as he leans back. “that cart packs a punch.”

twenty minutes pass, you think you’ve suffered through three, maybe four more hits and you’re all sprawled on the couch in a collective stupor, shoulders pressed together as the room swirls in a pleasant, woozy haze.

your head feels like it’s been submerged underwater. being sandwiched between suguru and gojo, doesn’t help, the warmth of their bodies makes you hyper-aware of how sluggish and foggy you feel. instinctively, you twitch and then wonder if anyone noticed. the tv sounds several decibels louder and you realize that gojo has been watching scooby-doo. 

“hear me out—,” gojo declares out of nowhere, “velma?”

suguru hums. “not really a hear me out. most people would.” he looks at you, a teasing glint in his eyes. “I’d love to see you dressed as velma—have you fumbling for your glasses.”

your cheeks flush, but gojo ignores it pressing on. “fred?”

“basic.”

“okay… I got it. the sheriff, he’s got big dick energy.”

you decidedly don’t hear him out. but, he’s already moving on to the next “pressing” issue.

“guys. guys.” he jabs a finger at the screen, “I neeed that big-ass sandwich. like right now. ’m starving!”

honestly, he’s got a point. the towering sandwich dripping with sauces and stacked with layers of meat and veggies looks incredibly appetizing in your current state. suguru seems to agree because he grabs your hand and drags you to the fridge.

the sight inside is… grim. two eggs, a loaf of bread that looks like it’s been there too long, a couple of protein drinks, and some beer.

suguru lets out a long, dramatic groan. “guess we’re hitting the corner store. at least it’s only a block away.”

“an adventure!” gojo leaps to his feet, spinning in an exaggerated flourish. “let’s go!”

the three of you pile into the elevator, the hum of its old machinery filling the small space. when the doors creak open on the ground floor—the correct floor this time (you may have accidentally pressed the second floor first)—there, waiting for you, is obstacle # 1: the brats.

megumi and his friends are darting back and forth across the lobby, their shrill laughter echoing as they roughhouse. you think they’re playing tag, but you’re not sure. the three of you freeze, exchanging a silent look before attempting to walk in a straight line toward the door, as if that might somehow make you invisible.

it doesn’t. if anything, it makes you look incredibly suspicious.

“you guys look weird!” a high-pitched voice cracks through the commotion. “you know you don’t need to walk in a line—we’re not at school!”

you glance down to see one of megumi’s friends: a boy with short pink hair and big brown eyes, staring up at you curiously.

megumi approaches, scowling. his dark brows knit together in a way that makes you feel like you’ve just been caught red-handed.

“I know these guys,” he announces, side-eyeing you all. “they’re friends with my dad. and they’re too old to still be walking in lines.”

he tilts his head, sharp and accusatory. “did you guys cook with my dad’s pot?”

gojo, the boldest of the three of you, raises an eyebrow. “what?”

“you know, my dad’s pot. my mom’s always telling him to stop using it because it smells funny. I don’t know why he doesn’t just wash it. after he cooks with it, he acts weird like this too.”

oh.

suguru takes drastic measures. “megumi, nobara just tagged you back! are you really going to let that slide?”

megumi whips around, glaring at the little girl with cropped brown hair. “nobara!” he yells, charging after her.

taking advantage of the distraction, the three of you bolt for the door.

outside, the crisp night air greets you. despite the brief confrontation, you continue walking in a rigid line, suguru leading the way toward the corner store. you’re at the back, stumbling over your own feet every few steps. gojo, meanwhile, is completely engrossed in his phone, so much so that he almost walks into a pole.

reaching the corner store comes with a short-lived sense of accomplishment until you encounter obstacle #2: deciding what to buy.

inside, the fluorescent lights are harsh and invasive, humming faintly. the cashier, a thin man with neatly parted black hair and sharp cheekbones, greets suguru with a polite nod.

“what’s up, ijichi?” suguru says, raising a hand.

“welcome back, getou. let me know if I can help you with anything,” ijichi replies, his voice monotone but cordial.

you stalk the aisles like predators circling prey, overwhelmed by options. after what feels like an eternity of indecision—picking things up, putting them down, and staring some more—you finally gather your haul and head to the register.

ijichi surveys your collection with barely concealed disbelief: a cinnamon roll, two twinkies, a ready-made hotdog, a bag of hot fries, two cherry cokes, and a pack of gummy bears.

as he rings up your total, you think you catch him gagging slightly. you clutch the back of suguru’s shirt for support, and he glances at you, startled, as if he hadn’t realized you were standing so close.

ijichi bags your items in a flimsy plastic sack, his expression somewhere between amused and horrified. “have a… safe night.”

the bell jingles as the door closes behind you, and a cold breeze makes you shiver. gojo digs into the bag immediately, tearing open a twinkie wrapper with his teeth.

“’s’jus me,” he mumbles through a mouthful, “or waf he lookin’ at ush weird?”

suguru points to his own mouth. “satoru, don’t talk with your mouth full.”

gojo swipes at his face, wiping crumbs on his joggers. his phone dings sharply, and he frowns, glancing at the screen before looking up at you nervously. in comes obstacle # 3: gojo’s spontaneous antics.

“satoru,” you say, crossing your arms both to steady yourself and shield against the cold. “what did you do?”

suguru doesn’t notice your exasperation—he’s in his own world, his hair draped over his shoulder, stray strands framing his face. his faraway expression, cheeks puffed out slightly, makes him look softer than usual. you’d think it was cute if you weren’t so annoyed.

gojo’s explanation spills out in one breath. “okay, so watching scooby-doo made me think about dogs so naturally I started looking up puppy pics on insta, and a breeder I know—,” he gestures to suguru, “yaga, posted about a litter of puppies he’s trying to sell, and I, uh… I made an impulse buy.”

“what?!” you and suguru exclaim in unison.

gojo flinches but presses on. “I wasn’t thinking! they’re pit-lab mixes, and soo cute I couldn’t resist. I didn’t think he’d be ready to sell one so fast, but he’s here now.”

as you near the apartment, you spot a black suv parked out front, hazards blinking. its headlights flash as if signaling to gojo, whose unmistakable white hair gives him away.

gojo shakes his arms out. “guys, do I sound normal? I need to fix this before I come off as an irresponsible pothead.”

“you are an irresponsible pothead,” suguru deadpans, though he smirks. “but yeah, you’re the most coherent right now. lead the way.”

the suv’s window rolls down, revealing a bulky man with dark glasses and a goatee.

“satoru, that you? suguru? long time no see. hop in—the puppies are in the back. you’ve got the pick of the litter.”

gojo heads for the rear door, but suguru tugs at your shirt, pulling you back. his voice is quiet, almost hesitant. “hey… I’m feeling kind of overwhelmed. can you wait with me for a sec before we deal with gojo’s nonsense?”

your heart melts. “of course.” you wave gojo off, telling him you’ll catch up in a minute, and follow suguru into a narrow alley running alongside the building. it’s secluded and dimly lit, the faint sounds of the city echo in the distance as you stop and turn to him.

grasping his hands, you intertwine your fingers with his. his face is slightly flushed, his expression open and vulnerable.

“are you okay? do you want to go inside?”

“no, no—” he waves it off, his voice soft but tight. “I’m just… overstimulated. everything feels too loud, too sharp. I’m all over the place.”

you snort softly, amused by the unexpected role reversal. “that’s how gojo and I end up feeling half the time. you’re so cute.”

rubbing your thumb over his knuckles, you press a gentle kiss to his jaw.

“what do you need from me?” you ask.

he leans into your touch, a shy smile tugging at his lips. “this is nice,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around your waist and nestling his face into the crook of your neck. his breath is warm, tickling your skin.

instinctively, your hands sweep under his loose top, brushing over the warmth of his back. his body shivers at your touch, goosebumps rising beneath your fingertips.

“how’s this?” you ask softly.

“good,” he breathes.

you pull back slightly, cupping his jaw and bringing his face close. your lips hover over his, teasing. “just focus on my touch, okay?”

he hums in agreement, and when your lips finally meet, he responds with uncharacteristic urgency. his kiss is fervent, a raw expression of need that makes your pulse race. his hands grip your hips firmly, drawing you closer as his mouth moves against yours. he licks into your mouth, brushes his tongue against yours, making you gasp, then tilts his head to suck on it.

when your fingers trail to the waistband of his sweats, his breath hitches sharply. his reaction is all the encouragement you need, the air between you dense with tension.

he groans, his voice low and ragged as your palm brushes over the prominent bulge straining against the fabric. “fuck—ah, more.”

you glance up, his flushed face and dilated pupils making your heart race. without hesitation, you sink to your knees, looking up at him through your lashes with a teasing smile.

“more?” you echo, pulling his sweats down just enough to release the pressure. leaning in, you blow warm air over the outline of his thick cock through the thin material of his boxers. he shudders, his composure shattering.

“sugu I want to taste you,” you murmur, your voice dripping with need.

he curses under his breath, fumbling to free himself. his hand wraps around his thick shaft, slowly pumping himself once, twice, before guiding his tip along your cheek. pre-cum smears against your skin, warm and sticky. 

“aah,” he groans when you stick out your tongue, letting a trail of saliva drip onto the concrete below. he presses his tip to your tongue, rubbing it up and down as you curl it along his slit.

replacing his hand with your own, you lick a slow, deliberate line from base to tip, savoring the salty tang of his pre-cum. his fingers tangle in your hair, tugging gently as you take him into your mouth, inch by inch, until your lips are flush against the tuft of black hair at his base.

“baby, you feel so good,” he rasps, his voice heavy with pleasure. “your mouth is so warm, wet—” you swallow, tightening around him, and he chokes out a shaky breath. “—and tight.”

you cup his balls, rolling them gently in your palm. his hips jerk, a low moan spilling from his lips. tears sting at the corners of your eyes, but you keep your gaze locked on his, letting the sight of his unraveling spur you on.

“I’m close—fuck,” he warns, his voice tight. 

pulling back, you kiss along his shaft, your hand stroking him in slow, deliberate motions. you glance, lips curling into a sly smile as you whisper, “sugu, come inside.” 

his breath catches as you take him back into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks. his moans grow louder, uninhibited, as he grips your hair and begins to guide your movements, fucking your throat.

“ah—fuck, gonna come,” he groans.

you intertwine your fingers with his free hand, holding his gaze as you pull back to suck on his tip, tongue swirling over the slit. with a long drawn-out groan of your name, he spills into your mouth, hot and thick. you swallow every drop, licking your lips as he twitches in your grasp.

“fuck,” he breathes, his voice shaky as he tucks himself back into his sweats. “you’re insatiable.”

you rise to your feet, knees aching from the rough concrete. he steadies you, brushing stray hairs from your face. leaning in, you press a gentle kiss to his lips, letting him bask in the afterglow.

but when you glance over his shoulder, your heart sinks. a few feet above you, a first-floor window you hadn’t noticed before now has its curtains slightly parted. behind the glass, a familiar face smirks at you.

toji.

you freeze up as he leans casually against the window frame, his brows wagging. he raises a finger to his lips, motioning for you to keep his presence quiet. his amusement obvious.

mortified, you whip your gaze back to suguru, pretending nothing happened. the curtains slide shut in your peripheral, and you suppress a shudder, vowing to bury the memory of toji’s shameless voyeurism.

“you good?” suguru asks, brushing your hair back into place.

“yeah.” you mumble. “let’s get back.” 

hand in hand, you return to the street, your absence evidently unnoticed. tucked between two parked cars, gojo sits on the curb, cooing at a tiny white puppy wriggling in his arms.

“satoru,” you gape. “you actually went through with it?”

he grins up at you, holding the puppy aloft like a trophy. “isn’t he adorable? named him gojo junior.”

suguru pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling a long, tired sigh. “just—let’s go back upstairs.”

the three of you collapse onto the couch, exhaustion settling in. you curl up against suguru’s chest, your limbs boneless, as gojo turns on the tv. the puppy nestles in his lap, so he carefully reaches for the dab pen on the coffee table, grinning lazily.

“one more hit to top off the night?” ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 after ten hours of deep, uninterrupted slumber, you stir awake to the gentle warmth of sunlight streaming through the curtains, coaxing you back to reality. the unfamiliar comfort beneath you takes a moment to register—you’re not on the couch anymore. suguru’s bed cradles you, his arm draped securely around your waist. his breath is steady against the back of your neck, and as you try to shift, his hold tightens.

“mm, too tired. stay,” he mumbles groggily.

a smile tugs at your lips, and for a brief moment, you consider giving in. his warmth, the soothing rhythm of his breathing, and his gentle scent are enough to make you melt back into the mattress. but you’d rather not over-oversleep.

suguru’s hand snakes into your hair, his fingers threading through the strands with a languid tenderness. “what if we just… stay here all day?” he whispers, his lips grazing the nape of your neck.

the temptation is overwhelming. his gentle strokes and soft breaths pull you toward complacency, but you’ve already slept more than enough. with a groan, you prop yourself up against his pillow, feeling the resistance of his arm as he tries to pull you back.

“come on, suguru,” you say, brushing a hand through his tousled hair. “time to wake up.”

he grumbles something incoherent and eventually lifts his head, his cheek faintly indented by the pillow. his squinted eyes and weak smile somehow make him even more striking. the sunlight spilling into the room catches the soft angles of his face, illuminating him perfectly.

“too early,” he groans, shielding his eyes with his hand before reaching out to pull you into a lazy kiss. his lips are warm, slow, and deliberate, but you break away, placing your hands on his shoulders to gently shake him.

“you’re impossible,” you tease, laughing softly.

you reach for his phone on the nightstand, thrusting it in his direction. “here, play some music or scroll through your timeline—do something to get your brain working.”

suguru takes it with a half-hearted hum, pulling you back into his chest as he unlocks it. he scrolls aimlessly through his playlist, swiping through songs too quickly to process. then, a slow, melodic guitar riff fills the room, and his hand finally falters. the soft acoustic melody of sunflower drifts through the air, a perfect match for the warm, serene moment.

his free hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers as he sways you gently. the vibrations of his hum resonate in his chest, and you can’t help but lean into the sound. you savor this side of him—the quiet, vulnerable suguru who lets himself soften in the morning light.

but then, a thought surfaces. the dog. the vivid memory of gojo proudly holding a squirming puppy the night before is unshakable.

“suguru,” you whisper. “what about the dog?”

his body tenses and his eyes snap open. “the wh—” he bolts upright, groaning. “shit, the dog. he really did that? I was hoping I made that part up.”

the two of you stumble into the living room, both disheveled from sleep. gojo is sprawled on the couch, one leg hanging off the side, snoring softly. the puppy darts around the room, tiny paws clicking against the floor.

suguru scoops up the wriggling pup and plops him onto gojo’s chest, startling him awake.

groaning, gojo blinks blearily at the excited puppy licking his face. you watch in real-time as all of yesterday’s events finally catch up to him. he looks up slowly, blue eyes wide, panicked.

“guys,” he says, voice cracking. “how do I return a dog?”

{taglist: @inthedarkshadows000 @saltyhansen | insp: @tojisth3rdwife‘s ask linked [here] ty! ᡣ𐭩}

[bunny-1111]

Dry your tears - TN

Theodore Nott x reader - angst, comfort, sad

Description - Theodore and reader go through a breakup

word count: 700 words

not always a happy ending teddy :(

It was a dark and gloomy night. Winter was about to set in. Snow had not yet fallen.

As you sat on the couch of the Slytherin common room, you looked around. Your friends were chatting, and your tea on the table sat untouched, steam flowing from its heat.

You take your first slow sip of your hot drink, it was supposed to be comforting, it brought you no comfort.

Looking up you see your boyfriend, Theo, laughing at Draco as he tells a story about yelling at some first years.

You take a good look into his distracted eyes; you can't find yourself in them.

You can't find yourself in anything anymore, considering yourself lost.

Focusing again on your tea, you watch your crocked reflection,

'Oh Merlin" you muttered to yourself - the sound of your voice almost startled you, realising that you had not spoken a single word all day. Nobody noticed, you didn't even notice.

You felt an unusual anger brew in your body, you felt hotter than the mug in your hands, so you picked up and left for your dorm.

No one stopped you, no one questioned it.

You waited in your bed, wondering how long it would take him to show up, realise something was deeply wrong.

Two fucking hours.

It took Theodore two hours to knock.

"What?" You ask, peeking through the gap in the doorway,

letting himself in he says, "What, you."

"I want to be alone tonight, Theodore" You sigh

He just looked at you, face scrunched.

"I have a big day tomorrow, I need to be alone" you state

"Oh yeah? what happening on your big day tomorrow?" He says sitting on the beds' edge

"potions quiz, I told you about it" You huff

"No you didn't" he says back

"Yes! Yes, I did, I told you four days over. You just don't listen," you almost cry out

"Ok?" he almost laughs

"OK? ok, Theodore I want to break up" you blurted out

he stood up instantly

"I'm breaking up with you." You said firm

Panic washed over his face

"I don't think so" he tried to smile

"It's done Theo, you don't even like me anymore" you say taking a deep breath in

"Yes, I do, I love you" he starts

"No, you loved me, past tense, the idea of me, us, you don't put in Theodore, I can't keep fighting for something that died months ago" you explain, tears welling.

"Is this what you really want" he choked out

"Yes, it's what you want too, even if you don't realise it yet" you cried

You watched his chest rise and fall, you couldn't help yourself, pulling yourself into a hug close to his chest, but he didn't move.

He stood there, slightly nestling into your neck

"Oh" was all he manged to say, tears running down both your now wet faces "I'm gonna miss you" He added stepping back to take a clear look at you

"What are you doing?" You ask through your own tears as he placed a hand on your face

"Just trying to remember you, I don't want to forget" He frowned

"Theo," his words only adding to the string

"No you're right, I wasn't there; I'll learn to live with that, I won't make you stay, but right now just let me memorise you, please," he says studying you completely

As the seconds passed you were both understanding this would be the last few minutes of each other.

"What do we do when we miss each other?" he asked

You took his hand and placed it on your heart, you took your own hand and placed it on his.

"We'll find each other there, alright? We might be done now, but we'll always be in each other hearts ok? OK, Theo?!" You cried once more

He just pulled you close, hugged you a little tighter, kissed your forehead and softly said "I should go, you take care of yourself" wiping your tears, than his own.

He walked out.

You let him.

You let each other love and let go.

[malliluvs]

♡ sanrio obsessed reader x ellie headcanons

im not sure why but i think this is super cute though and i love the thought of ellie just being really confused but also thinking its cute AAAHH this is also super super short idk, i thought it was cute, also im working on like 3 other ellie fanfics so !!!! might be done with the first one tn, im not sure, im kind of tired.

nsfw headcanons at the end (i'll put a warning before !)

she'd be really confused when she went into your room for the first time

like, she knew you were all cutesy, but this was to another level

she'd be really amazed by your plushie collection, and your bedding, with your sanrio themed blankets and throw pillows

she'd pick up one of your my melody plushie

"doll, what's this one called?" she said, holding it up.

she does not remember a single one of their names besides hello kitty, she would ask you the names but then just forgets, so she makes nicknames for them.

pompompurin would be pumpkin, cinamaroll would be poodle, exc.

idk why but i feel like she would call rilakkuma "freddy fazbear" as a joke but it just stuck

when she falls asleep on your plushie infested bed, you could cover her up with all of them, and burry her under them. when she wakes up she'd just pull you into them with her, and cover you up as punishment.

she constantly tells you that your room is so childish and unnecessarily pink (she absolutely loves it but is just too prideful to admit it)

whenever you gift her one of her favorite sanrio characters (which is definitely keroppi prove me wrong) she will complain and tell you how stupid it is, and how she has no use for it. but if you try and take it back she'll have a fit.

she secretly has a collection of all the plushies you give her on her bed that she falls sleep in but she hides whenever you come over

she gives you small gift baskets and leaves them in random places in your house, like really random, to the point where sometimes you wont find them for months, they'll be in the back of your cabinet or under your bed, and they'll just have extra plushies and knick knacks to add to your collection

she watches hello kitty and friends supercute adventures with you and cuddles (she'll be asleep or on her phone, just letting you enjoy yourself)

(NSFW UPCOMING!!!)

she'd keep you quiet by stuffing one of your plushies in your mouth

she would put her strap on your really big life sized rilakkuma plush and make you ride it

she sometimes sets up all your plushies and figurines up to watch you two, especially when you're being a brat, since you usually face them towards the wall so they can't see you two

she absolutely degrades you for it but then she'll praise you for it

ty for reading this weird idk little drabble i was just bored and was looking at my korilakkuma plush and was like "ellie would look really cute holding that" yk

[fandomobbsessedb]

Alastor x F!Overlord!Reader

AN: this is the result of the first poll I posted, Alastor won so here we are!

I’ve kinda broken this into two bits in this one shot, there’s a warning farther down if you want to keep within the ideas of “headcannon” but farther below I have the start of a story, I got a bit carried away and am too far gone to delete it.

⚠️Warnings: mentions of blood, death, weapons, smoking, maybe 1 instance of cannibalism ( but its more in the sense of revenge rather than a canabalistic reader) (idk man it’s hell if your triggered don’t read 😭) this is really long already so I might just break it up or continue it to make a part 2. I have a LOOOOOOT of references in here to so many things, if you guys can pick up on them leave a comment and I’ll tag list you in my next fic if you want! Or don’t I honestly couldn’t care less it’s just for fun :p

Reader is referred to with afab terms.

Pt2-

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• In your life you tried to stay on “the right” path. Your parents raised you right, you tried your hardest to be nice, and where always on your best behavior, but after getting the short end of the stick for too long you kinda… loose it.

• You ended up in hell after a night out partying with some of your most valued clients, when you went to drive yourself home the heel of your stiletto got stuck under the gas pedal, as you tried to pull it out you took your eyes off the road and 💥 BAM 💥 you where hit by a large grocer truck.

•Opening your eyes to a red wasteland, the bright flash of lights and the smell of brimstone flood your senses. Looking down to try and gather your bearings you notice your whole body wasn’t (skn/tn) anymore… it was marble grey?

“Where… where am I?” I mumbled under my breath, trying to gather my surroundings, a bright flashing catches my eyes, a gigantic neon sign in the sky gives me my anwser…

“Welcome to Hell!!!”

“Hell…. I’M DEAD?!!!!” I groaned out through barred teeth and stood to my feet, looking around I saw definite signs, this was Hell alright. A blood red sky, fires everywhere, little sinners running around stabbing and shooting one another.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, ALL MY WORK, MY SHOPPING EMPIRE, MY CLOSET, MY AWARDS, MY EVERYTHING, RAAAAAAHHH!!!” In my anger I grabbed the nearest sinner and threw them to the ground, putting my foot between their shoulder blades and grabbing their arms.

“You’re gonna tell me right now, what the hell is going on, WHY AM I DEAD AND HERE-” I shouted in their ear, seeing blood come out… oh shit I probably burst their ear drum… oh well, I’ve done that plenty of times to my assistants.

“D-d-do you mean, like in hell, or or just this area?” They questioned nervously. To be fair they were a scrawny little thing…

“What in the-“ I paused to look around, then referred back to this little shit “actually HELL are you talking about?”

“W-w-well, you must, *gulp* you must be new here, huh?” It asked with a weary smile and a weak little laugh, probably trying to ease the tension. “Well, down… down here, we uh, we have overlords who- who rule certain areas, we’re in Ms.Leefolt’s t-t-t-territory right now, I mean, our king Lucifer, Lucifer and Lilith Morningstar rule all of hell…”

“Well, that certainly is… intresting.” I smirk and stand up, releasing his arms but not letting my foot off his back. “So these, overlords… are they appointed by your king, or born into or something?” I question with a sharp red nail in between my teeth, thinking…

“No, no ma’am just, just anyone who’s ballsy enough to, to, take over enough territory and have enough demons- sell them their souls in exchange for something. Umm- if it’s not too much of a bother, could you let me go… I- I can feel my ribs crushing under me…” it started wheezing out and trying to get a hand under its chest to place a barrier between their chest and the ground.

“Hm, well if that’s all true, I can’t let some little thing like you going around gossiping about me.” I growled looking down at this freak… pressing my heel into his spine harder.

“No! No please, I won’t say a thing I promise!! Just let me go, please… pleas-“

SPLAT-

“Whoops, my bad, I slipped.” I reasoned, pulling my now bloody leg out of his torso.

“Ohh, eeeeeew eweweweweweweeew, I’ve got bits of his, ugh, lung on my heels.” Flicking away the bits of organ from my shoes, I take a breath and another look around but this time in a planning sense. Overlords huh, well, I’ll just have to see how much this ‘miss leefolt’ likes the taste of arsenic, I wonder when the last time she had a homemade pie was….

• So of course to establish some dominance in my new living arrangement, I gutted that bitch from the inside out. I took her territory, her power, her souls, even her manor. When I went to her office to kill her I found the deed to her house and all the contracts of sinners who gave her their souls in a pretty shittily hidden safe.

• I mean, I had to work so hard to build my life up just for a stupid grocer to end it all, so this is fine… right?

• The years go by and the world changes, you became one of the most powerful and influential overlords in hell, re-establishing your power once held on earth to a business in hell. Rosie and Velvet quickly becoming your closest friends, Velvet in a more business sense and Rosie being your go to gossip gal. Both of you having elegant and refined tastes. You and Husk became friends over talking shit in a casino one night, and remained friends after his downfall. He talks to you about this, radio demon, from time to time but you haven’t heard much of him

Little do you know he knows almost everything about you~

• Your walking around Cannibal Town one day waiting for Rosie to finish a meeting, watching children run around and little carts selling all kinds of body related snacks.

I lost a bit of my sense of surrounding and almost tripped on a kid running around with his friend throwing a head back and fourth.

"Jerermy! Stop playing with your lunch and apologize to that nice lady you almost ran into."

"Sorry miss, I didn't mean too." He said looking down at the head ashamedly, then offering me a piece of the cheek. "Would you like some of this face? It's really good." He looked up at me with an excited look. "Oh thank you, but I'm waiting for lunch with my friend, I'll go to the butcher and get some though, it looks really good." I smiled my pointy teeth at him, patted his head and motioned him back to his mother, she waved to me and I nodded my head back, thinking it was time for Rosie to be done by now.

"My my, with your reputation of anger issues I would assume you would tear that poor child into bits upon realization." A staticky voice spoke behind me, tilting my head back but not my body as I don't know who it is. I look him up and down, his outfit and cane/staff thingy give off quite the powerful impression. "My, mhm, reputation?" I pester raising my eyebrow.

"Ah-hahahaha, My name's Alastor, its quite a pleasure to finally meet you in person." He introduced reaching for the back of my hand to place a kiss. Him saying his name reminded me, I too finally recognized the name. "Oh, Rosie has told me much about you." The radio demon, his names been brought up many times around cannibal town since he frequented their shops and small town locals.

"Oh yes, Rosie is one of my dearest friends" He replied linking our elbows and started walking towards the shop. "Mine as well, she is quite the darling, so let me ask you now, where you just standing there when I got to the park, or where you going to follow me in silence since I left the emporium~" He didn't stutter in his step but my revelation made the air feel a bit more, weary on his side. Reaching into my hand purse I grabbed my lipstick and hand mirror and paused my walk to apply a touch more. Looking just past my lips in the reflection I saw his eyes in the back corner snap to my down, then back up to my eyes with a tight smile. "Well, are you coming? I know Rosie hates to be kept waiting." I snapped it shut and outreached my elbow waiting for him to link his so that we could start the traverse back to Rosie's.

• After our little group luncheon with Rosie, Alastor and you didn't verbally indicate that you were closer in any sense. But physically you swayed like two tree's. Brushing branches back and fourth with the breeze, restless and apart yet labeled as "together"

• You started doing weekly business deals, him acquiring land and souls for you, and all he asked in returns is he uses that land and those souls as he pleases. Which honestly isn't a lot. When he pulls people or their shadows to come help at the hotel- their mostly your people but he always sends them back to whence they came.

• He likes to pretend he doesn't necessarily care for being around you, however he's always looking for time you two can be together, or even thinking of each other. On his radio show he'll mention new shopping, eating, entertainment locations on your turf. He knows you listen when your able to. Sometimes he uses his power to let his station be the only one playing where ever you are. In the car, in a shopping store, you could be sitting in the bathroom and it would get to the point where you can hear it from the vents. Making you roll your eyes and finish your business so you could get to your office to listen to the radio.

• Truth be told... you where falling to his whims as well. Alastor didn't necessarily have "territory" but many places in one area he had influence in and quite often frequented. When you had rips or damage to your very expensive very delicacy clothing you would walk with him to the seamstress, and afterwards you would often get tea or lunch together. Maybe he knows a good diner or two and ya’ll will sit there and eat, then get a milkshake (mostly bc you wanted one, he just indulges to make you happy though he doesn’t care for the cold sweet taste) and drink it through two straws, awwwwwwwwwwwwe!!

• When either of you knew of prestigious events happening around you invite the other to be your plus one. You go shop together to find outfits for the occasion. You started attending overlord meetings together, with yourself sat on the opposite side of Rosie, sending each other glances and touches under the table whenever Rosie wasn't looking or walked away for a brief moment. At the events you stay close together and often stand away from the crowd, whispering and gossiping together, allowing yourself a to drink silly, little do you know how well he can hold his liquor and often will be the one making sure YOU get home. Sometimes you wake up still dressed, like the gentleman he is, and sometimes you’ll wake up in some red pajama set…. Like the gentleman he is, he’s not gonna let you sleep in an uncomfortable outfit. But he’s respectful about it.

• He often send subliminal messages through your radio to help you fall asleep, to push you to coming to see him, to maybe just stay in your town if he knew something really bad was going on outside. His favorite to do is when your falling asleep he’ll play the calmest songs from his time to comfort you as you drift off.

• When he officially asked to court you he compared you to the beautiful crimson of the sky, saying your cheeks where more bright and delightful to gaze at then the morning sky, when it was particularly bright. All kinds of poetic gestures, sending crows to your windows, sending your gifts of bodies with knives in them, and the knives had small notes left for you on some quote from a book you like. Now how he knows those are your favorite books are beyond you…. you don’t talk about your books much but, maybe he’s seen you reading it at some random point in time? Who knows, not you.

• He’s all in all not a bad partner, of course when you want to go out he usually goes along with what you want to do but if there’s something he refuses to do, his claws are sinking into your arms to keep you from dragging him to do it.

• His smile is genuine around you and you adore when he lets you pet his ears~ he’s not that intimate early on in the relationship but when your just sitting on a couch or watching the sun set from somewhere and you just reach over and pet his ears, he is putty in your hands, physically he keeps his compose fairly well but inside he’s willing to do anything to keep you touching his ears, telling himself he would sell YOU his soul if it meant you wouldn’t stop, petting his ears and helping him groom his antlers, don’t even get me started on the tail… oh wait he’s already got something going on with that… well darn… hopefully you will keep accepting his caring actions rather than push them away.

——-STOP reading here if you don’t want to get into the more “story line” of this idea, if you want more of a story KEEP READING——-

• One night some sinner had gotten into your liquor stash and drank himself ditzy, you chased him into an ally way, looking to end his fucking life. Most of those where gifts from clients that most likely had aphrodisiacs and at the time where trying to get down your pants, but he drank from one of the few special bottles Alastor had gifted you and you went ballistic. You ended up catching him and killing him, and taking a tip from Rosie and ripped some of his limbs off, letting yourself indulge in the taste of warm, liquor filled blood. When you came too you realized you didn't know where you had chased him. Now covered in blood, liquor, rain, mud and whatever mess you stepped in on your way over. Seeing the iluminating lights of the sign for the Hazbin Hotel, your only thought was to try and get to Alastor.

*knock knock knock*

*creeeeeeeeeeeeeeek*

"Oh! Oh my gosh, hi! Come in Come in. " An ecstatic girl ushered you inside, making a towel appear seemingly out of nowhere and helping you dry off. "I'm Charlie, whats your name?"

"Oh, how rude of me" I respond trying to shake off my chills, my nose starts to get a bit runny. "Uhm I'm Y/N, I don't mean to sound intrusive- uh is Alastor here?" I ask hesitantly, not wanting to just barge in but after the night I've had I wasn't in too much of a mood for pleasantries.

"Oh yes! Here, why don't you sit at the bar, have some tea or water or something and I'll run up to his radio tower." She sat me down at a bar stool and walked away. The bartender was turned around already whipping me up something.

"So he's got you wrapped up here huh?" I inquired with a smirk, resting my hands under my chin and trying to keep a little composure. His wings ruffled a little bit before he reached for my favorite hell made brand of brandy, my cotten candy brandy, I'm not one for sweets but I love the zing it gives you. The kind where you loose your vision for a good 7 seconds.

"You haven't usually been one to be a stranger, what gives?" Husk asked turning around handing me my drink and a bowl of pretzels.

"Well when I saw you weren't at your usual gambling tables I didn't think to question it, thought you where maybe getting more chips... ooooor hooking up in the chip room.... ooooor selling even MORE of your soul, if that's even possible, maybe like your wings or your feathers or, like your body as a human shield in the next extermination, never thought you'd be here slinging drinks." I shrugged swirling my drinks around the glass before taking a sip.

Before he could respond he took a bit of a step back and growled really low and deep in his throat.

"Ah yes well he owed me a favor and since I took an investment in this hotel I needed a little work on it done." Alastor came up behind me with a warm towel wrapping it around my shoulders as the one Charlie gave me was wrapped around my waist keeping my legs warm... unfortunatly the sinner got caught at a bad time, I was in the middle of 'me time' before bed and was in my good silk nighty. Glad I walked to my office with my fuzzy robe and ballet slippers. I feel really warm and fuzzy, my heads all….. comfy now… is that static coming from Alast-

"Oh deerest your all wet, would you like to come up and I can help you clean up." He asked you shaking the towel on your shoulders helping you sit up. "Oh yes please" you responded looking at him with sad tired eyes.

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I took a sip of the warm tea Alastor had made me and laid back in the bath, taking it all in. I WAS just planning a quiet evening in at home, maybe snack on some treats I got in the Gluttony ring, watch some hells soap operas. Now I’m here, in my beau’s bathroom, relaxing… maybe I can convince him to let me up to his radio tower to listen to his late night show live, oh that would be fun. I wonder what it looks like up there? I’ve only ever seen his actual town house… a little ways away from town-

*CRASH *

“What the fuck?!” I sat up so fast I almost slipped, sitting on my butt… in the tub…. Shit did he spike my tea?

“Alastor? Is everything okay?” I asked loudly. Standing up carefully keeping three points of contact with the tub and the floor. I reached for a different robe he had given me, a soft red fluffy one, with (what I hope is faux ) fur along the collar and wrists.

Walking towards the bathroom door very carefully I cautiously reached for the shiny silver handle. Telling myself it’s okay but feeling a sense of dread in the pit of my stomach, and the handle was the top of the pit…

“Alastor?” I called out again, once more not getting an answer, bringing my hands to my mouth when I heard a large thump out there, trying to keeping my composure… oh what the hell they know I’m here already. I went to turn the handle what the door got pushed in, had I been able to see what happened I would’ve seen Alastor in his demonic form and it probably would’ve scared the actual shit outta me… but NOPE

I went to open the door when it got pushed open and a bright blue flash covered all of my vision and made me feel… kinda tried… but I’m awake, almost like I’m not in my body… it’s… really hard……. To keep my….. keep my eyes …………………………….………open…….

• You collapsed to the floor slowly breathing, in a trance, feeling some sharper claws pick you up bridal style, if you weren’t so dazed out you would see Alastor frozen in time… like a paused TV… unable to get to you, or subdue your captor. You still had enough conscience to hear a muffled voice talking to a phone~

“Yeah we got her… foil chains worke—“

“Get her ba-“

“…. Longer you take the quicker……….. flasher wears-“

• Last thing you could remember hearing before completing falling out was a radio scramble in your brain, the sound going from a hollow scraggly to a tight scraggle- like turning the tv in between stations………

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AN: WELLLLL WHAT DID YA THINK???? Did you skip to down here or did you read the WHOLE thing. I really hope ya’ll like this, I’m so excited to make part 2, and maybe 3 or 4 depending on how far this goes.

Thank you to anyone who reads this and interacts in any way shape or form!!! Even if it’s just reading :) HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY AND REMEMBER

REALITY IS AN ILLUSION, THE UNIVERSE IS A HOLOGRAM BUY GOLD BYYYYYYEEEEEE

[honeygrandpa]

tw warning: family death and animal injury

this has probably been the worst week of my life. on sunday my uncle had a heart attack on his way home from a trip so i drive from ga to tn to pick up his wife and then 10.5 hours to ia to get her to the hospital before he passed and we didn’t make it time. then i drive her back to tn and stayed with her because she couldn’t take care of herself and she wouldn’t eat (she’s diabetic so this was a real problem) and she didn’t know how to pay her bills or how to live without him. i got back to ga yesterday and then today, my dogs were outside on the chain and 2 neighbor dogs came into our yard off leash. 1 of my dogs attacked 1 of the neighbor dogs and that dog has to have an emergency procedure in the morning to drain the wound. i know legally it wasn’t my fault but i feel so so awful and i don’t know what to do. i don’t have the money to pay her vet bills. with all of the travel with my uncle, im already have debt on my credit card that i can’t pay off. and i have to drive to ia again next week for the funeral and pay for boarding for my dogs. i paid $1000 to a trainer who says they specialized in aggressive dogs last year and she basically told me to not bring them around other dogs. my dogs are rescues and they used to be ok around other dogs but my brother’s dog bites people and made them really nervous and ever since 1 of my dogs bit his dog to keep him away from me, they’ve both struggled with dog aggression. they like little dogs and calm dogs but get really bad around bigger energetic dogs. everything is awful and i really really don’t know what to do. im also struggling to finish my master’s degree and already am taking an incomplete for my culminating project so i have more time to finish writing. i am struggling to get everything done and apply to jobs so i might end up being too late to get a teaching job before the school year starts and i turned 26 this month so i wont have health insurance and i wont be able to see my therapist even though my panic attacks have been worse than usual this year and ive had really awful ones where i cant stop throwing up a few times this year when i used to have the really bad ones once every few years. im overwhelmed, i cant afford to move out of my moms house even though she doesn’t want me here, and im never going to see my favorite uncle again. i cant even afford to take care of these dogs but ive been trying for like 3 years now because they needed a home after being abused and neglected by their previous owner. they’re also the only thing i have in my life that make me feel happy most days. like lucky is currently in my lap, licking my tears. i don’t even want to consider it but should i give them up? i probably wouldn’t make it without them but i really don’t know what to do. should i try to pay for the neighbor dog’s vet bills with my credit card?? the neighbor told me that she doesn’t hold me responsible and that she’ll keep her dogs on leashes going forward but she said this while sobbing with her hands covered in her dog’s blood. i don’t think this week could get worse honestly. ive never cried so much in one week

[runningfrom2am]

achilles heel - IV: maybe it's the lighting

summary:

Grace is the very opposite of her brother in every way. when she finally moves onto campus at UNC Chapel Hill, she feels like she gets to be her own person, make her own friends, and hopefully start a promising career in the museum industry, and maybe, one day, get married to her high school sweetheart and live the American dream for herself. Rafe Cameron however, upon their very first meeting, throws a wrench in her very perfect plan.

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rafe cameron x fem!oc, rafe is giving very much homewrecker, fanon!rafe (kinda), college!au, friends to lovers, slow-burn (maybe?), minimal oc description, drug and alcohol use, mostly unedited, (these tags are not exhaustive, lmk if i should add anything!)

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January 8th, 2019

Grace sat alone in her dorm, staring down the laptop and open textbook on her desk, seemingly taunting her. She's already well ahead, but so far her college experience has proven to her that it will never be enough.

Her phone vibrates on the desk next to her and she quickly picks it up, thankful for the excuse to take a break.

unknown number: 'coming tn?'

It must be Rafe.

g: still undecided

She quickly replies, then changes his contact name.

r: well if it influences your decision, i've got a bottle of malibu with your name on it

g: ooh that actually might change my mind

r: you know where to find it !

Grace puts her phone down on her desk instead of replying, looking at the time and turning in her chair to look at her closet, trying to figure out what she was going to wear.

When Grace gets there, after riding her bike down side streets and back paths to hide from any car that may contain Nate, she hides her bike by their back fence and walks up to the front door. Does she knock? The music is already loud and there's loads of people around so she doubts it, settling for opening it and walking in.

There's already people everywhere, and the lights are off with colourful flashing LED strip lights lining every edge of the ceiling. Somehow, Grace finds herself breathing a sigh of relief when she realizes it would be difficult for Nate to pick her out in this.

"Hey! Grace!" She hears her name, and quickly Rafe is at her side. "I'm glad you made it!"

"Hey! Uh- is Nate here yet?" Grace replies, looking up at the boy standing next to her.

"I don't think so, no." Rafe assures her, a smirk pulling on his lips as he brings his cup up to his lips. "Why? You didn't ask?"

"No- I figured what he doesn't know can't worry him." Grace shrugs.

"Ah, gotcha. Come on. I've got your drinks upstairs." He puts his arm behind her back, ushering her upstairs without touching her. Although, it would be so easy to just let his hand brush across the unintentionally exposed skin of her back between her crop top and her skirt.

Rafe fumbled with the buttons on his door, eventually getting it open and gesturing for her to follow him in before shutting it. "Uh, one sec-" He says, digging through a few paper bags from the liquor store before pulling out a bottle of Malibu and a six-pack of mountain dew.

"My favourite!" Grace claps excitedly, holding out her hands to take them from him. "Did Ben send you out for these? I'll pay you back."

"Nah, don't worry about it." Rafe waves her off as he passes them over. "Looks disgusting- by the way. You need a cup?"

Grace puts her bag and drinks down on his bed, digging through her tote bag for her empty cup. "I brought one, I'm good." She replies, holding it up to show him before screwing off the lid. "And don't knock it 'til you try it. Seriously- I was skeptical too."

"If you say so." Rafe chuckles, shaking his head at her as she opens a can and pours it into her cup, then adding what was probably more than a couple shots of Malibu to top it off. She screws the lid back on and mixes it with the straw, holding the cup out to him.

Rafe reaches out and takes it, side-eying her as he does, hesitantly taking a sip. His eyes widen and he nods, handing it back. "Okay- I'll eat my words. That's pretty good."

"I know, right?" Grace grins, taking the first sip herself. "It's a dangerous drink, though." She muses, looking around the room they find themselves in, the lighting a stark difference from the rest of the house. It's well-lit, and more clean than she expected from any room in a frat house. Definitely cleaner than her brothers, if she's making assumptions based on his room back at home. "I like your room." She thinks out loud.

"Oh, thanks," Rafe replies, looking around as well. "You came on a good day. I cleaned earlier this week."

"Hey, would you mind if I left my stuff in here? I don't really want to carry my bag around." Grace asks, moving her bag from the bed to the floor, along with her drinks.

Rafe nods. "Yeah! Totally. The door code is 2-0-0-7 if you need to come in without me for anything." He explains, opening the door for them to head back out.

"Who was born that year?" Grace asks, tilting her head as she looks up at him, making her way into the hallway.

"Uh, my sister, Wheezie."

"You have a sister? That's sweet!" Grace smiles, scanning the hall and downstairs for the familiar face of her boyfriend.

"I've got two, actually. Sarah is only a couple of years younger than me." Rafe explains, laughing a little as he can tell she's not paying much attention, too focused on looking over every face she can find. "Want to play pong? We've got a table out back, he's likely to come in the front." He suggests.

"Oh! Yeah, that sounds good." Grace nods, following him down the stairs and to the back door, dodging drunk people the whole way.

"Grace you made it! Are you gonna play?" She's greeted by her brother, standing at the end of the table just setting up some cups, clearly already at least tipsy.

Grace takes a sip out of her cup and nods. "Sweet! Dream team back at it again." He grins, coming over and being careful not to kick anyone's drinks on the ground.

"Hey, no way- home team advantage. I want Grace." Rafe protests, laughing and giving Ben a gentle shove back.

"I don't care, we'll play a few anyways I think, yeah?" Grace giggles and her brother relents, sighing dramatically.

"Fine, just say you hate me next time, Gigi." He jokes, making her roll her eyes.

"Woah, Gigi?" Rafe asks, raising an eyebrow at the nickname.

"Don't get any ideas- he only calls me that because I hate it." Grace insists. "Let's just shoot for first turn, yeah?" She changes the subject, stepping to the opposite end of the table from her brother.

They didn't end up changing teams, after Rafe and Grace beat Ben and Kelce on the first go, then the second, and then the third. "New and improved dream team! Let's go!" Rafe smiles, holding both his hands up for the girl to high-five him after Kelce misses their redemption shot for the fourth time. Grace laughs as she smacks her hands against his, and she doesn't even notice as he folds their fingers together, holding onto her hands for probably longer than he should have.

"Ben! Buddy!" Grace freezes when she hears a familiar voice coming from inside. Luckily they were on the side of the table that wasn't visible from the glass patio door or windows, and she looks between Rafe and her brother in a panic.

"Shit- that him?" Rafe asks in a loud whisper, and doesn't give her time to answer before he's hauling her off the porch with their entangled hands, ducking down behind a bush as she quickly follows.

"Hey, man, what's up?" Ben says, trying to be polite. Just like he promised his sister.

"Not much." Nate shrugs, Grace and Rafe watching from behind the large plant and trying to stay out of sight. "You, uh, playing by yourselves out here?" He chuckles, gesturing to the empty side of the table.

"No, dude, Rafe was just-" Kelce says, looking around to try and spot the two of them as they quickly duck down farther.

"He went to grab another drink, don't know where Alex went, though." Ben cuts him off, dropping a random name of another guy on their team.

"Right, yeah. They should be back in a minute." Kelce agrees hesitantly, catching on now.

"Sorry, man, Kelce, this is my sister's boyfriend. Nate." Ben introduces him, giving him a look of 'don't snitch on her, she's not supposed to be here'.

Kelce nods. "Gotcha, nice to meet you, man. I'm Kelce." He glances briefly down at the bush their friends were hiding behind.

"C'mon, let's go around..." Rafe whispers, letting go of her hand and gesturing for her to follow as they crawl around the siding, just out of sight from the porch light.

Grace giggles, stumbling as they can fully stand up beside the wall. "Why did you hide? This isn't your problem."

"For fun." Rafe shrugs, smiling down at her. He can't help but admire how the streetlights reflect of her eyes and land on her face in all the right places. "We're the dream team, your chances are better if we stick together."

"You're probably right, I don't know shit about this house." Grace laughs, shaking her head and glancing back around the corner.

"Bet you wish you visited Ben once or twice now, huh?" Rafe smirks, leaning against the wall.

"Maybe a little," Grace admits, looking up at him again. God, how is she just noticing now how handsome this guy is? Maybe it's the lighting. No, it’s definitely the drinks.

"C'mon, let's go around the front and we'll get you a refill, yeah?" Rafe suggests and Grace nods, simultaneously shaking herself out of her thoughts. He grabs her hand and pulls her around to the front, both of them crouching and peaking in the windows before entering through the front door. Now the house is much more crowded, and Grace is sure if she let go of Rafe she would lose him in a minute, so she holds tighter onto his hand as he leads her towards the stairs.

Grace looks towards the back door, seeing Nate come back in and he's instantly heading in their direction, looking around for one or more of his friends from class. "Rafe- Rafe!" She shouts over the music, tapping his arm with her free hand, and pointing to Nate who's getting much closer when he turns to look at her.

Rafe's quick to open a closet door next to them, shoving her in and following suit, quickly closing the door. It's tight in there, and their pressed chest to chest, and Grace is surprised she can hear both of them breathing over the loud music just outside the door.

"How long do we wait?" Grace whispers as she crouches down as best she can to put her cup down, despite the impossibility that anyone could hear them anyways.

"I don't know, should be good in a minute or two," Rafe whispers back, focussing on trying to make out the shape of her face and features in the dark once she stands back up. He can faintly make out her cheekbones, her long eyelashes, he can kind of see her nose too, based on that. Then her lips. Not so much that he can see them, more that he can feel her breath on his neck; thanks to their height difference.

"Okay, yeah." Grace whispers back, nodding and accidentally hitting Rafe's chin with her forehead. "Ow! Oops- oh my god! I'm so sorry!" She laughs quietly, instantly covering her mouth with her hands.

"It's fine, its fine." Rafe laughs back, reaching up and rubbing his chin. "Are you okay? I feel like that hurt you more than me."

"Oh my god, Rafe, I'm the one who just domed you with my big ass forehead." Grace giggles, shaking her head- more mindfully this time as she covers her face with her hands.

"No, no you're good. It's fine." He insists. "Also, your forehead is not that big." He teases her, laughing quietly.

"Oh, gee, thanks, Rafe."

"Yeah, you're welcome." Rafe smirks, looking down at her.

"I think we're probably good." Grace says, leaning down to pick up her cup again, losing her balance and falling against the wall in the small space. "Jesus christ, how did Harry Potter live like this..." She mutters, trying to brush off her clothes, worried that this closet in a frat house hasn't been properly cleaned in decades.

"I have no idea..." Rafe chuckles, cracking the door open and stepping out as Grace stands up, practically falling out after him. She stabilizes herself, looking down at her shirt to make sure its not as dirty as she thought, brushing off some stray dust from the wall as she takes a long sip out of her straw. "Grace?" Her head snaps up as she hears her name, the straw quickly dropping out of her mouth as she sees her boyfriend standing in front of her. Of course he would be right outside the door. "Uh, what are you doing here?"

Rafe makes a nervous face as he looks between the two of them, cringing at the state of her, her dirty clothes and messy hair from crawling through the bushes. He knows what this looks like. "Hey, Nate, right? Nice to meet you, man." He decides to intervene, holding a hand out to him to shake.

Nate ignores him, only briefly sparing him a glare before returning his eyes to Grace. "What were you doing... in the closet?" He asks, looking over her and into the open closet door.

"Oh! Uh, I just, well-" One thing about Grace is that she's a bad liar, but even telling the truth wouldn't do her any favours this time.

"You know what? I don't want to know. You guys have fun." Nate scoffs, shoving past Rafe and walking towards the door.

"Wait! Nathan, wait! I can explain! I swear it's not what you think-" Grace calls after him, quickly following behind him out the door.

"Okay, fine. Fine, Grace. Tell me your excuse." Nathan sighs as they get outside, turning to face her.

"I-" Grace sighs, looking down. "I was hiding from you. I just didn't want you to be worried about me, I wanted to have fun and I didn't want to rain on your parade, or whatever, so I just thought it would be better if you didn't know I was here."

"Right." Nate nods, clearly not believing her. "So you were hiding in a ten square foot closet, with your brothers frat buddy, so I wouldn't worry about you? Am I understanding that correctly?"

"Yes, yes. Exactly. Babe, I swear that's the truth." Grace pleads, hoping he'll believe her. "I wouldn't ever cheat on you, you know that."

"Oh, fuck off, Grace." Nate says angrily, balling up his fists. "Do you think I'm stupid? Seriously? God you are so anserine sometimes! I can't take it anymore! I'm honestly relieved that you're cheating on me- I can hardly function when you talk about stupid, absolutely daft garbage all the time! You act like you're smarter than me- which is honestly laughable!" He snaps, and Grace's hope fades as he speaks. She doesn't know what to say, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Nate, I- I didn't know you felt that way..." She says, voice shaking. "Why didn't you say something?"

"No- you don't get to talk to her like that. Get out of here, man. You and your stupid, entitled engineering buddies are banned." Rafe steps in suddenly, standing at Grace's side as he glares at her boyfriend.

Nate rolls his eyes, laughing sarcastically and shaking his head. "Yeah, whatever. You can have her." He waves them off dismissively, stepping down the porch stairs and walking off into the street.

Rafe looks over at Grace, who is just staring at him as he walks away, chin wobbling while she resists bursting into tears. "Hey, hey its okay. Come here..." He says, pulling her into a hug and holding her head against his chest. This is when she breaks. She sobs into his chest, holding tightly onto the front of his shirt.

"We'll get you up to my room, then I'll go get Ben. Okay?" He suggests, rubbing her back and pulling away, placing his hands on her shoulders.

"You- you don't understand." Grace sniffles, trying to take deep breaths. "He's my person. We're meant to be together, we're meant to get married and have a life together, and, and-" She chokes out, starting to shake again as she sobs. "Oh god, I just don't know what I did to fuck it up so badly." She tries to explain, leaning into him again and squeezing her eyes shut.

"You didn't do anything, Grace. It wasn't you. He shouldn’t talk about you like that, he’s just a dick." Rafe mumbles, wrapping his arms around her again. "I think I should get Ben- just come back inside with me, okay?"

Grace is quick to shut that idea down. "No, Ben is just.. Ben is just going to say 'thank god' and make fun of it, I can't tell him. He won't get it."

"Okay, okay. I won't tell him." Rafe assures her quickly, looking around now at the luckily empty front lawn. He doesn't know what to do, but he's thankful that at least there's no one around to witness this.

He's never comforted anyone before, not really, especially not a drunk girl at a party. Typically he'd turn up his nose and look the other way, but this time feels so different. He'd do anything he could to help- especially if that included chasing Nate down and beating him to a pulp and leaving him on the sidewalk to die. Something tells him Grace doesn’t want that, though.

“Would you like another drink? Will that help?” Rafe chuckles, pulling away slightly to look down at her as she nods. It’s the best he could offer her, knowing he doesn’t know how to help. Usually his best method is a new drink.

“My cup is almost empty..” She sniffles, trying to laugh despite her feeling true heartbreak, for the first time ever.

“Okay, come on. We’ll get you another.” Rafe chuckles, guiding her back inside with his hand placed gently on her lower back.

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2003 Lover Diaries Transcripts

Mar 23, 2003- Wyomissing, PA

Ok, where did I leave off? Friday. Ok, on Friday in school we had a “Code Red” drill. That’s when someone comes into the school and everybody gets freaked out and the teachers move all the students to the back of the room and turn off the lights. That night I had to babysit Austin while mom + dad went to a Vonda Shepard concert. Saturday mom and I got up early to go to NY for an hour ½ voice lesson. On the way we listened to a CD that mom bought from the concert the night before. It was this band called Sugarland and the lead singer is this girl that’s really good. I like their one song called “Baby Girl”

May 17, 2003- Wyomissing, PA

Hey. Today Mom and I went to New York. We talked and laughed all the way up and parked in a garage near my voice lesson. We walked to her apartment and we worked on Smoky Black Nights after doing all of her warmups. I didn’t do it well @ first but she said that the song was “ingenious.” Cool. After mom and I went to this cowboy/western store nearby. We got a white shirt that buttons up, jeans, and a white T w/notes in it. Then we had pizza at a pizza place and walked back to the car stopping @ Tasti D-Lite, our FAVORITE ice cream store. It’s kosher, non-cholesterol, Extremely tasty, dreamy, frozen yogurt, and only 40 calories. Does it get any better than that? Then we went home and got movies. You know, sometimes I think about what my first kiss is going to be like. It’s going to be great and romantic. I’m such a romantic. I just dream about looking into someone’s eyes and feeling something I’ve never felt before, you know? I just never was able to put a face to my fantacy. But something tells me that my first kiss really far away from happening! Because the guys in our school aren’t even worth worrying about. They are all in it for one thing and I think you know what is, sex. I guess I’ll be okay without a first kiss!! XOXO Taylor

May 19, 2003- Wyomissing, PA

Oh I was SUCH a b**** today! When mom picked me up, she was late again because she thought I had Varsity Singers. I was nasty to everybody!! Oh, I tried to practice my songs for Nashville, but I completely psyched myself out and broke down crying. I don’t know if I can do this. I want it so bad but I get so scared of what might not happen! When I miss notes, I dive bomb and the whole thing goes crashing down. I just have to breathe in … and breath out … breathe in …. relax, Nashville is not going to kill me … I can handle it. I’m okay. I’ll be fine. I’m young. I’m talented. They’ll see it in me. I’ll be ok. I’ve got to hang on. Can’t worry. I’m only 13. I’m allowed to make mistakes, right? Oh, this is a lot to handle. Taylor XOXO P.S. Pray for a better day tomorrow!

Jun 5, 2003- Wyomissing, PA

Hey Journal, I had to sing @ the Garden Party today so Mom and I went to the field and got some of the equipment set up. Then we went home and I got ready. When we got there, all of my friends were there, and they helped set up (kind of). I started my show and in one first three chords of the first song, my guitar pick broke in half and flew out of my hands! There was this huge silence! It was awful! I had to bend over and pick it up in front of everyone! And while I was singing, this guy was shouting stuff like, “Go on, b*#@h! Sing that country bullsh*t! Go on motherf*cker!” It was awful. After the Garden Party, we all went to the Reading Hospital to visit Nanny. She looks worse everytime we go. I sang I Used to Fly, A Little More Like you and Same Girl for Nanny and her roommate, Penny. Penny has liver cancer and is bald from chemo. All of the nurses loved listening to it. It went really well. Then we went home and I worked on a song called Not One day. It’s ok, but I don’t know. Taylor Swift

Jun 19, 2003- Nashville, TN

Hey Diary, This morning, I woke up and I went over to RCA records and did a small showcase and “chatted” with them. We talked to this girl and she was really hip and cool with me. They really liked me and said they would call on Monday because she would be on vacation that weekend. Then we headed over to Capitol Records and met with the president and vice president of the company. They totally flipped out over me! They even said I was the most talented 13-year-old they had ever seen! They told me that I should be thanking God every day for the incredible gift he gave me. Well, I appreciate the compliment, but then they followed it up with “I’d just hate to see you jump into this right now and have a short-lived career.” They very politely agreed that country is directed to 35-year-olds. Radio just doesn’t play teens. That’s where I’m gonna prove them wrong! Well, he took me on a tour of the building and gave me about 25 cds of Capitol’s artists. Isn’t that nice? Then we went back to the hotel and then we went to the Bluebird Cafe, this cafe where like 4 songwriters go in and sing their songs. We sat all the way in the back. I have a radio call, meeting with Warner, and flight to catch tomorrow. I need my sleep!! Taylor I have a good feeling about RCA! <3

Jun 24, 2003- Wyomissing, PA

Hey Diary, I got a record deal! AHHHHH! RCA records in Nashville wants to give me a development deal!!! We were taking Sassy to the airport (late) and when we headed home, we stopped at a Taco Bell. My manager called us on Mom’s cell and she gave the phone to me. He had Dad on conference call. He started out by saying, “Well, we got follow ups on all of the labels. And they think you need a couple years to grow so they can put you on the radio … Except for RCA, who wants to sign you!! Congratulations!” I was going crazy. I cried. I guess I never really expected to get one! It’s a development deal, but those are the only details we have. I told a bazillion people! We were making CDs for a New Hampshire concert I have Friday til 2:00 AM tonight. AHHH! Record deal! R • C • A baby! Taylor

Aug 25, 2003- Wyomissing, PA

Hey, Today was my first day of school! And you won’t believe how much better 8th grade is than 7th!! The real problem last year was the grade above us, and now they’re 9th graders so we never see them. I love being older than the 7th graders! I never knew how stupid I must have looked, carrying around that HUGE book bag running and bumping into everybody trying to get to class on time! Okay, here’s my schedule! 1. Accel. integrated studies 2. science 3. american studies 4. latin 1 LUNCH 5. Accel. English 6. Accel Math 7. Intro. Computer studies 8. Chorus/Gym I think I might just live through this year!! I just hope I can keep up. My locker is 117 and my combination is 35-8-27. I love being older! I think my teacher’s gonna give me a spotlight solo in chorus! This year could be fun. I don’t care what people think of me now because I won’t let them bring me down. <3 Taylor

Oct 15, 2003- Wyomissing, PA

Hey, I really have decided that school is a big disappointment. It's only cool when you're popular. I'm not. It's only cool when you have a boyfriend. It's cool when everybody likes you. I don't have that. But my extracurricular "life" is what really matters to me. I guess I'm just not good enough for people my own age. Or maybe I'm not bad enough? [peace sign] Taylor Swift XOXO <3

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morning everyone

I wasn't gonna make an update post today bc I've been like

kinda debbie downer as fuck & I'm not feeling super yappy.

but I'm literally working on Knockin' On Heaven's Door (36) and Genesis is actually almost done.

Wish me luck at work may or may not update more later<3

(2:51) I'm giggling to myself over how significant 3's and 7's were to this story before I decided to include the seven seals of the apocalypse in it. I am currently writing the seven trumpets and

LOSING MY MIND.

(8:43) Y'ALL I'M BACK FROM WORK WITH TWO NEW FIC CONCEPTS (well, one new one, one might just be implemented into a more casual fic bc the idea itself is really funny but I need an actual plot for it.)

BUT ONE OF THEM REVOLVES AROUND HALLOWEEN SO WHEN I'M DONE ALL OF MY PROJECTS ARE GETTING PUSHED BACK BC THIS IS GONNA BE SOOOOOO FUN.

(also I'm done being sad for rn I gen thought I was gonna get fired today (not at all my fault btw) but I didn't! so yippie!<3)

(9:45) guys idk if this isn't reading as ominous because Im genuinely so desensitized to all things spooky and I've been working on this for like, days straight (again) or if it's not reading as ominous because it's not.

which makes me wanna scream bc that means I'm gonna have to wait A WHILE BEFORE I LET MYSELF ACTUALLY PROPERLY REREAD THIS LMAOOOO (this is actually so annoying)

(2:27) okay so I got distracted for like three hours on this Halloween project but then decided I didn't want to write it so I'm back on Genesis....

Guys...

I didn't know exactly how I wanted the exact end sequence to happen. Like I had a lot of ideas, some I kept.

BUT WHEN I FUCKING TELL YOU GUYS.

I was cursing myself bc I'm allowed to have creative freedom and I made Wendy and Brimmy close bc I just phoned it in idk and I got in to deep to change it but I was like wait no that's stupid why did I do that but then I was like no fuck it we ball Brimmy and Wendy duo it's fine (I genuinely love them ngl, I will be writing them again)

THAT WAS THE WORST THING I COULD'VE DONE BC IT JUST MADE THE SEQUENCE OF EVENTS AT THE END THAT MUCH MORE FUCKING UPSETTING.

I don't know how to cope with this...

Oh also I'm writing 37 rn. We're at 113.5k.

I'm literally almost done. I actually feel sick LMFAOOOO

(2:38) It's not done but I just finished 37. I feel like I'm about to go into shock... I'm at 114k and IN SHOCKKKKK.

Like, I still gotta fill in a few flashbacks and finish up chapter 32, but WOW.

This is like, done. My life is ruined.

(7:05) guys pls tell me how I have just been like in giggle and kick my feet reading ff gear since I finished genesis bc I cant bear to reread and fully finish it tn

and my all of my playlists are cycling through

and Im just like reading this cute lil ff that is HEALING ME after all the shit I just put my cast through

and Baby Kia starts playing. Like my brother in christ it is 7 in the morning…

I am laughing so hard over this I had to sit up and restart one of my playlists bc I cant rn

no one needs to listen to BK at 7am

ANYWAYS after I go to bed (I lowk might stay up to finish reading this fic tho Im on 8/14 and I am NOTORIOUS for picking something up and not sleeping til I finish it if its under 100k (were not discussing this) and I am very invested) I might be MIA all day bc physics labs and my first exam are both due tm.

I probably wont be MIA all day bc I wanna start my halloween project (that all of like two people will prob find as funny as I do, and Im totally fucking fine with that bc I gencthink its so funny.)

OH AND ALSO I decided that this halloween project may be apart of the morning glory/dandelion verse but well get to that when we get there

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waves between us

chapter 2: lines in the sand

𓂃⋆.˚ Aurora, still reeling from a fractured relationship with Jj, heads to a party in search of distraction but instead finds chaos. A tense confrontation erupts when Jj shows up, dredging up unresolved feelings and regrets between them. The night spirals further when Rafe intervenes, igniting a violent clash that leaves Aurora caught in the middle, torn between two volatile worlds and the remnants of a love she can't fully leave behind.

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content warnings: alcohol use, a party setting, physical violence, verbal conflict, mentions of past relationship trauma, toxic relationship dynamics, mild injury, emotional manipulation, explicit language, and aggressive behavior.

I woke up feeling a bit disoriented, as if last night had been nothing more than a hazy dream. Reaching for my phone on the nightstand, I checked for any notifications, my heart sinking slightly when I saw that Jj hadn’t called me back. Maybe it was because I’d called so late, or perhaps he’d been busy—he was always off on some adventure. Pushing the thought aside, I opened Instagram, craving a distraction to pull me out of my restless thoughts. 

I came across Sarah’s story on Instagram, a post shared to her close friends that read, “Swipe up if you’re going to the Boneyard tn.” Instead of swiping up, I decided to call her. The phone barely rang twice before she picked up.

“Hey!” I started. “I saw your story—I’m gonna go.”

Her response was immediate, her voice bubbling with surprise. “No way! I thought you didn’t like parties. What made you change your mind?”

I hesitated for a moment, it caught off guard by how true her observation was. I had been avoiding parties as much as I can ever since everything went down last year. “Yeah,” I admitted, “I just... need a distraction, you know? And what better way than to get wasted?” I added a soft laugh, trying to keep it light`.

She chuckled back, clearly amused. “Fair enough. Do you want me to pick you up? I’ll be the DD.”

Her offer was a relief. With Rafe likely being there, I wasn’t eager to run into him, and having Sarah drive would make things easier. “Sounds perfect. Thank youuuu!”

“Of course! I’ll see you there. Love you! Bye!”

“Bye!” I replied quickly before hanging up.

The party didn’t start until 10, which left me eight hours to get ready. Plenty of time to mentally prepare myself for whatever the night might bring.

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When we arrived at the Boneyard, the first thing I did was make my way for the shots. Without hesitation, I downed two drinks back-to-back, hoping to catch a buzz quickly. Across the party, I caught Sarah’s concerned gaze as she stood near Topper, but I brushed it off. What I couldn’t brush off, however, was Rafe making his way toward me. I knew I couldn’t avoid him forever.

“Hey, what was that all about?” he asked, smirking as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Nothing. I just want to have some fun,” I replied casually, trying to dismiss him.

His expression shifted as he took a sip of his drink, his tone turning more serious. “You wanna talk about last night? I kind of want to talk now.”

I stared at him for a moment, then drank my third shot. “No, I don’t really want to talk. Can you just give me space?”

He scoffed, clearly irritated, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “Space? Fine. I’ll give you space, but we’re leaving together.”

I wiped the alcohol from my lips and shrugged. “Whatever, Rafe. See you later, I guess.”

Without another word, he stormed off, heading back to Kelce and his crew. Feeling the buzz settle in but wanting something stronger, I wandered over to Sarah and Topper, who were holding a jug of Kelce’s infamous lemonade.

“Can I get a cup?” I asked as I approached.

“Yeah, for sure,” Topper said, pouring me a drink and handing it over.

“Thanks,” I said, taking a long sip, the sweet burn of the drink hitting just right. 

Just as I was starting to unwind, a sudden commotion rippled through the party, accompanied by murmurs and glances. Of course, it had to be a group of Pogues crashing the scene—the one day I desperately needed to clear my head. The first person my eyes landed on was Jj. My heart sank the moment I saw him. For a brief second, our eyes locked, and I quickly looked away, pretending not to notice. The Pogues wasted no time, heading straight for the kegs and scattered drinks, their laughter and chatter so loud it was impossible to ignore, I almost felt like I missed it.

The party buzzed around me, each group tucked into its own little corner of laughter and conversation. I sipped my drink, the alcohol sinking deeper into my system with every passing moment. The worries and thoughts that had been gnawing at me earlier were fading into the background, dulled by the warm haze spreading through my veins.

Then, like a ripple through the fog, I saw him.

He moved toward me with an ease that made my heart plummet straight to the floor. My breath hitched, and the world seemed to tilt just slightly as he stopped in front of us—his gaze lingering on me, though he addressed the three of us as a group.

"Would I be able to offer you ladies a drink?" he asked, his voice smooth, almost disarming.

The words hung in the air, yet all I could focus on was the way his presence seemed to shift around him, pulling my attention into his orbit.

Before I could even process the question, Topper stepped in front of Sarah and me, his stance firm and protective, his hand lightly brushing my arm as if to shield me. His voice came out steady, though with a sharp edge to it.

“Nah, man, we’re good,” he said, dismissive but calm.

The blonde guy didn’t falter. Instead, he smirked, his eyes locking on mine with a confidence that felt almost invasive. “Nah,” he said, his tone low but playful, “but I’m asking Rora.”

The outside seemed to hold its breath, the tension crackling between them like static. 

Topper glances at me, confused, before turning back to Jj with a stern voice. "Rory wants nothing to do with you. Back off." He shoves Jj, causing him to spill beer on himself.

"Yo, what the fuck!" Jj snaps, his tone sharp.

Before things escalate, I grab Topper and pull him back. "Let me handle this," I say firmly. Without waiting for a reply, I stride toward Jj, grab his hand, and pull him away from the party, leading him somewhere out of sight.

Once we're alone, I spin around to face him. "What the hell was that about, Jjay?" I demand, my words slurred, not realizing I'd just used the nickname I swore I'd never say again.

Jj raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a crooked smirk, though there was something guarded in his eyes. “Jjay, huh?” he drawled, leaning back slightly, his tone teasing but laced with something else. “Didn’t think I’d hear that again.”

He ran a hand through his messy blonde hair, his eyes flickering with a mix of amusement "But if you're asking about back there..." His smirk faded briefly, replaced by an unguarded moment of honesty. "I didn’t like seeing you with them, alright?

In response I spat out "And what was that look you gave me at the party yesterday?" Jj didn’t seem surprised; he knew exactly what I was referring to. "I don’t know," he replied, "seeing you there and even now, it just didn’t feel like you. That whole scene isn’t you." I scoffed, disbelief flooding me. No way he actually said that. Anger surged through me as I shot back, "You ended things with me because you thought that was my scene?"

"I didn't end things because of you, Rora. I ended it because of what we both were getting dragged into. I didn't want to see you lose yourself in all of that. But you—" He pauses, looking conflicted for a moment before continuing, "You were always different from all that Kook shit, and now youre with Rafe fucking Cameron bro” I sighed, frustration bubbling up inside me, and then I raised my voice, the words slipping out before I could stop them. "Then why? Why did you throw it all away? It wasn't over for me!" I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, the sting of everything we’d left behind surfacing in that one moment.

Jj just looked at me, his expression unreadable. I watched him, waiting for him to speak, the silence hanging thick between us. After what felt like forever, he finally broke it. His voice was low but sharp, almost like he was trying to hide something beneath the anger that laced his words.

"You think it was easy for me?" he snapped "You think I wanted to walk away?"

His words hit me like a slap, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure what to say. His eyes burned with something I couldn’t place—regret, maybe, or maybe something deeper, something he hadn’t let me see until now.

"But you did," I shot back, my voice wavering but determined. "You chose this life over us, over everything we had. And now I’m supposed to just act like that didn’t happen?"

Jj’s expression softened for a split second. before he looked away, trying to hide whatever emotion flickered behind his eyes.

Finally, he let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing his hand over his face. "You don’t get it," he muttered, almost to himself. "I wasn’t running from you, I was running from everything else. This whole damn life… I don't want you getting caught in the shit I do." He trailed off, his voice quieter now, like the weight of his words was too much to bear.

I took a shaky step closer, not sure what I was looking for, but feeling the urge to close the space between us. "You could’ve fought for us. You could’ve fought for me," I said, my voice softer now, though the hurt still lingered beneath the surface.

 "I didn’t know how to," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

It was then I realized that maybe, just maybe, we were too far gone. But I still wanted to know—did he regret it? Did he ever want to fight for us, or was it always too late? The question hung in the air, unanswered, as we stood there, both of us torn between the past and the reality of what we had become.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Jj steps closer, closing the space between us until we're face to face. The intensity was replaced with something more sincere as his eyes drift down to meet mine. I can feel the weight of his stare, a silent apology in those deep eyes. My throat tightens, and I look up at him, fighting back the tears that threaten to spill. Slowly, I feel his hand reach out, his fingers gently wrapping around mine, offering a connection I didn’t know I needed.

A distant, foggy voice calls my name. "Rory," it shouts, but I block it out, my focus entirely on Jj. Our eyes lock, and I feel a pull I can’t ignore. He leans in, his hand sliding behind my ear, cradling my head. Just as our lips are about to meet, the voice cuts through, louder and sharper now.

"Rory, what the fuck are you doing?"

The moment shatters. I pull away from Jj, my heart pounding as I turn to see Rafe standing there, fury etched across his face.

"Rafe—I... I can explain," I stammer, but my words fall flat.

Before I can say anything more, Rafe charges at Jj, his fist connecting with a sharp thud. Jj stumbles but quickly fights back, and suddenly they’re locked in a brutal fight, fists flying and bodies shoving each other.

"Rafe, stop!" I yell, panic rising in my chest, but my voice is drowned out by the chaos.

The commotion of their fight quickly escalates, drawing the attention of everyone at the party. Before I know it, a crowd forms around us, their voices rising in excitement and alarm. Rafe has Jj pinned to the ground, his fists raining down on Jj’s face without pause. I can’t stand it any longer.

"Rafe, stop!" I shout, rushing toward him. I grab his arm, desperate to pull him off, but he jerks free with a sharp motion, sending me stumbling backward. I hit the sand hard, the rough grains scraping against my leg and leaving a deep, stinging cut. Cradling my leg in pain, I glance up, only to see Jj’s expression darken with rage.

Jj twists his body, delivering a sharp kick that sends Rafe sprawling onto his back. Climbing to his feet, Jj’s voice thunders, "Don’t fucking touch her like that!"

Rafe, winded and lying in the sand, looks over at me with a mix of anger and guilt, but Jj doesn’t give him a second thought. Instead, he turns to me, his features softening. He kneels down, offering his hand to help me up, but when I try to move, a sharp pain shoots through my leg. Without hesitation, Jj scoops me up into his arms, holding me bridal-style as the crowd parts to let us through.

"There's nothing to fucking see here," Jj snaps at the onlookers, his voice cutting through the chatter as he carries me away.

[blondchameleon]

🎵 Sometimes I feel like everybody is a sexy baby and I'm a monster on the hill. Too big to hang out, slowly lurching toward your favorite city. Pierced through the heart, but never killed 🎶 (anti-hero by taylor swift plays automatically when you go on sam's blog)

LIMA LOSER? OR IS THAT SAM EVANS? THEY MIGHT EVEN PASS FOR NICHOLAS  GALITZINE IN THE RIGHT LIGHT. THEY'RE TWENTY-ONE, BUT STILL STUCK IN LIMA AT MCKINLEY. THEY'VE BEEN CALLED THE CROWD PLEASURE, BUT PREFER TO BE THE NEXT BIG THING. MAYBE IF THEY FIX THEIR AESTHETIC AKA LONG NIGHTS SPENT UNDER THE STARS ON A BLANKET IN THE BACK OF A PICK UP, UNDER THE BRIGHT NEON LIGHTS WITH A CAMERA ROLLING TO A SLOW SMOOTH SOUNDTRACK, AND LONG DISTANT CALLS HOME TO A DEEPLY MISSED FAMILY THEY'LL GET THEIR WAY. WORD ON THE SHOW CHOIR BLOGS ARE THEY'RE IN NEW DIRECTIONS. SO GOOD LUCK TO THEM!

THE BASICS:

name: samuel jessica evans. 

nicknames: sammy, white chocolate, trouty mouth, blond chameleon or captain trouty. 

pronouns: he/him.

gender: cismale.

birthday/zodiac: may 21, gemini.

birthplace: knoxville, tn!

relationship status: single.

sexuality: pansexual, like deadpool.

occupation: “accountant” and part time exotic dancer, also an ex-model. you might've seen my junk looking as big as a car on the side of a bus in new york a couple of years ago.

sports/clubs: art club, astronomy club, digital media club, drama club, fight club, film club, gay-straight alliance, god squad, improv club, painting club, photography club. i'm also on the football team, go titans! and the swim and synchronized swim teams.

major/minor: digital media and visual communications!

languages: english, ASL, na'vi, very poor spanish.

social media handles: blondchameleon everywhere and uh, ifykyk about my other ones.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

height: 6'0''.

build: athletic??? and my abs can cut glass, absolutely ab-ulous!

eye color:  hazel.

hair color: blond and i don't dye it.

piercings: oh man, i got my nipples, tongue and ears pierced... but like, think teddy altman from marvel not grey's anatomy. but also specifically in his earth-616 era.

tattoos:  i have a firefly quote on my forearm, i'm fine on my inner elbow, i'm just starting a sleeve of comics and anime panels on my right arm and left leg, respectively.

other distinguishing features:  i got some birthmarks on my face?

style: homeless man, 12 year old boy, and a hooker!

PERSONALITY/INTERESTS:

traits: pretty much anything that fits a hufflepuff, so like loyal and creative, optimistic and i think i'm pretty funny and charming! i uh, might also be kinda stubborn and impulsive, according to my therapist.

likes: space, comic books, anime, chapstick, mountain dew and cool ranch doritos, avatar, star wars, lord of the rings, you know that kinda stuff.

dislikes: rude people (but i ain't hannibal okay), onions, pickles, losing, politics, math.

fears: being homless again or losing my friends and family.

skills: i can play the guitar and i can hold my breath for like five minutes underwater. i can fit my whole fist in my mouth too! i'm also pretty good at tying knots.

quirks: i bite my nails and talk in my sleep??? if i'm stressed out i also sleep walk?? i also do that thing people hate where i jiggle my leg when i'm nervous.

hobbies: doing impressions, playing sports and video games, i used to model a lot more than i do, but i think i like taking pictures more, playing the guitar and bass, especially for high road. i also dabble in paint and i love stargazing.

music tastes: ♪♫♬ listen... i like a lot of different stuff and some was just for work, but you can't hear something for so long and not enjoy it too. ♪♫♬

myers-briggs: it started with an e and ended with t? i think?

kinsey scale: it's a solid three, i know 'cause they taught me at pride a couple of years ago.

strengths: if you've seen me in the gym, you know. also i'm really working on my singing 'cause if i want to voice something on disney, i know i'm going to have to sing.

weaknesses: math. fuck math, fr.

My personality is like a radioactive asteroid, spend too much time with it and it could kill you.

[earthtomica]

meet mica

Mica is a 1994 Mitsubishi Delica L300 imported from Osaka, Japan. This year marks her 30th birthday, which in car years makes her a major grandma with six years of life experience on the both of us. As with any of our elders, we have learned an immense amount from her already - she is a little stubborn, tough as hell, and gives back even more to us than we unto her.

When we met Mica, she was imprisoned by the horrifying confines of a used car dealership. With no rust we could tell she had good bones, but she seemed neglected and we had to do something about it. Plus, considering we were running on a fresh-out-of-college budget, it didn’t hurt that she cost much less coin currency than her similarly imported siblings. We drove five hours to go pick her up and purchased her without hesitation (after spending four hours on the phone with insurance). We love insurance agents! They are so respectful of your time and so helpful in convincing you that you will cause $150k in damage to a local bridge. Finally we were on the road home as full of excitement and spirit as two young people could possible be driving their brand-new-super-old future home on wheels. Surely the only challenges would be steering from the wrong (right) side of the road and the 65mph top speed.

Halfway home, we took a mandatory Subway pitstop, ready to tackle the last couple of hours in the dark. Oh yea, we forgot to mention that the forecast leading into this weekend was a winter storm. But anyways, we forged on with hope in our hearts and Subway in our stomachs. At a certain point we noticed that the windshield wipers were slowing down a bit - “must just be the heavy wind and rain”, we said. Kept going. A little while later the headlights looked dim on the pitch black road- “our first upgrade should be new headlights”, we said. Kept going. After a few more minutes, the rapidly dropping fuel gauge needle caught our eyes - “FUCK”, we said, as the naivety finally started to fade. We had just filled up, so either we had a gaping hole in our fuel tank, or something worse… Surprise! It was something worse.

Internally full panic mode, externally calm. Neither of us would dare say a word.

Enter, Saugerties, NY. A small town off the highway which now holds a very specific spot in our hearts. We pulled into a gas station with relief and shut the car off. Mind you, this was still our first time taking this grandma out for a spin, and the first time this grandma had been out for a proper spin since we were born. After gathering ourselves and laughing at what might have been the scariest drive either of us had ever taken, we tried cranking her up again…

nothing.

The rest of the story isn’t underwhelming, but for the sake of the tumblr character limit, we'll just say it involves no ubers or AAA due to a state of emergency for the impending winter storm (which never came), a very kind gas station clerk who may have accidentally shorted our battery but also gave us food and water (guess we looked desperate), our first trip in a cop car (if you didn’t know you can’t let yourself out from the inside), a two night stay at a very comfortable Comfort Inn, and more auto shop phone calls than we have ever made in a 48 hour span (previous record: 0).

Eventually we were picked up by an extremely kind lady named “Mom” and she took us back home while Mica was towed to the only local shop which would dare take an old diesel van. The shop was great, but held onto Mica for over three months just to replace the alternator (the primary culprit) and change a few fluids. Despite being restless from our time apart and dented by a large bill, we were eager to dive into the abyss of building a mobile-home-studio-temple-spaceship. And thus commences over a year of dusk-till-dawn work, non-stop learning, unlearning, and a newfound friendship with Murphy’s Law…

TN KM

[sturnioloshacker]

idk if it’s ok to vent to you but if it isn’t i completely understand and you just don’t have to respond to this, but lately my mom has been bringing up my dad so so much. like my dad is still present in my life but he has a new gf and he’s been leaving me in the past basically and never even seeing me, and my mom thinks it’s ok to bring up ‘oh he don’t love you’ n shit like that everytime she’s mad and it lowkey makes me js wanna pack my shit n leave. and i tried talking to her abt it and she gave me a shitty apology and brushed it off as if i don’t have feelings. and today was my dads wedding and i don’t have a car yet so she had to pick me up and before she picked me up she said ‘did you take any pics from the wedding’ and i said no so she said ‘ok then find a different way home.’ which is so unfair so i literally had to beg her to drive me home. and i’m honestly js thinking abt leaving tn, but like idk yet bc i still love my mom but she’s really not showing any ‘love’ back.

oh i’m so sorry you’re dealing with all of this my love. my best advice would be to try and talk to your mum and tell her how you’re really feeling and how much she’s hurting you.

no matter how much you wanna leave, you still need your mum as a form of guidance in life. it’s all about communication and making sure your mum understands where you’re coming from. tell her every single little detail.

she could also be hurting from the fact that your dad has moved on in life and she’s choosing to take her frustrations on someone else in her life which is sadly you. she may be finding it hard to adjust to this new life and now that your dad has remarried, she’s heartbroken, hurt, possibly depressed and just simply lost and the only thing she can really do is just be angry and upset.

the main thing is to just talk to her. you never know, she might actually open up to you and tell you how she feels about it all. the more feelings you let out between each other, the more likely you’ll become closer, stronger and tighter.

hope things work out for you and your mum sweetheart, you got this. i believe in you 🩷

fyi, vent all you want! i’m always here to listen and help when you need it most x

[world-of-fire-and-flight]

Fire & Flight: Characters Out of Context Tag

Ngl, i was first overwhelmed by the idea of how I was gonna pull this off because I have like 3 different books bouncing around in my head rn and am getting them all mixed up, but then I remembered the search function was a thing���� Any way, HUGE thank you to @blind-the-winds for tagging me in this! I really enjoyed scrolling through your fill and have been loving all of your recent TNS content💜 And before I get carried away, I'll tag: @violetcancerian, @author-a-holmes, @faelanvance, and any one else who'd like to participate. No pressure to fill!💜

Charity: “Go on then, kill me!” — [Redacted😉]

Chapter 1: [no dialogue]

Chapter 2: “I’d like to barter for a map and compass. Know anyone?” — Nyla

Chapter 3: “No, thank you, Mrs. Focaccia.” — Xander

[Honorable mention: “Amelia tells me he’s been all over town, helping her with the tailor’s deliveries. If he can spend these last few weeks galivanting all over Halberry and beyond, then he can surely come around and help his dearest aunt.” — Betsy]

Chapter 4: “Oh, hey, map girl.” — Xander

Chapter 5: “I don’t think there’s a map in this world that could help me get to where I’m going.” — Nyla

Chapter 6: “I-I’m not sure.” She paused. Her voice shook, barely above a whisper, like she was still terrified, “I mean, I remember, but it’s weird. The ogre was just there, and then it wasn’t. And the light…” — Nyla

Chapter 7: “Never mind.” She bit her lip. Her feet stopped, and she cast a glance in either direction. After a moment’s hesitation, she asked, “How long do you think we’ve been walking?” — Nyla

Chapter 8: “Since we got here, I’ve been thinking: is it worth it?” His voice shook as he continued, “What if it isn’t what I hoped it would be? What if I’m better off without it?” — Xander

Temperance: “I envy you,” Cedric said quietly. The gleam in Dia’s eyes softened, becoming curious. “You could fly away, never to be bothered by manifestations of your own guilt or nightmares or years of—of doing nothing.”

Chapter 9: “Did you just try to shoot me?” — Xander

[Bonus “All I’m saying is that I was almost shot today. It’s pretty terrifying that you have such good aim for someone who didn’t know they had magic.” — Xander]

Chapter 10: “You’re right, I guess, though finding shelter in the rain and dead of night is extremely difficult and impractical. I just thought it would be nice to sleep in a nice, warm inn with a featherbed and running water and a hot meal, a real meal, at the inn’s tavern. But it’s your call, whatever makes you happy,” he tempted with a shrug of his shoulder. — Xander

Chapter 11: “I don’t know. I thought it was just a dream or a nightmare, but none of it makes sense.” Her hand floated up to her shoulder where Astrid’s hand had been, her eyes puzzled. “I’m not really sure to be honest. It all felt so real.” — Nyla

Chapter 12: “You will never hurt anyone like you’ve hurt me. I might not know what the hell is going on, but that doesn’t really matter because no matter what you do or how powerful you are, I am going to stop you, even if it means killing you!” — Nyla

Hope: “I hope that wasn’t more trouble than it was worth,” Cedric grumbled as he grabbed the bloody dagger beside him and used the nightstand to pull himself up.

Chapter 13: “Tired of picking the lock?” — Nan (aka Gerri)

[Bonus: “I hope you know that you owe me an explanation as to how you managed to cut yourself that badly while unconscious,” he said dryly. — Xander]

[Extra bonus because I can’t help myself: “I’m sorry almost being stabbed and killed is interrupting your usual sleeping habits,” Xander replied dryly as he turned his back to her.]

Chapter 14: “Bold words from the man trying to convince me to go shopping when I should be resting.” — Nyla

Chapter 15: “Why? Why is this so important to you?” — Nyla

Chapter 16: “Me too.” Nyla nodded slowly. It all came back to her. The memory sparked from the far reaches of her mind. “I’ve felt this before, this sort of nothing, when I traveled in the Dunelands. I thought it was just the heat and the fact that I… well, you know me. But I’m beginning to think it isn’t like that at all. There’s nothing here, no life, no energy, no...”

Faith: [no dialogue]

Chapter 17: “Well, if you’re gonna leave your bow with me, I feel like it’s my duty to warn you—you may not have any arrows left if I have to use it.” — Nyla

Chapter 18: “Really? So, every rock in the Shadow Forest just happened to find its way into your boots? Or how about the fact that even now you can barely keep your balance? I bet a gentle breeze could knock you over right now. So, honestly, what’s up?” — Xander

Chapter 19: “I’ll run if that’s what you want to do. Might not last long, but hey, it would buy us some time,” he offered sincerely. — Xander

Chapter 20: “I feel like there’s waves crashing over me. And do ya know what? I’m okay if they sweep me away. It’s nice just sort of…floating.” — Nyla

Courage: [no dialogue]

Chapter 21: “How do you know that? That’s like saying if I was never born, my family would still be alive, and [REDACTED] wouldn’t have started the fire. You just don’t know that. So what if you two were fighting? I believe our families know exactly how much they mean to us. You can’t be angry at yourself for things you think you could’ve or should’ve done because you just don’t know. You need to stop blaming yourself.” Nyla tugged his hand to get her point across as she brought her other hand up to wipe away Xander’s tears. “Love doesn’t disappear just because people pass away. It’s always there, even when we hate ourselves.”

[Bonus because that was angsty: No one chooses magic. It just happens, Shamira explained. Do you question your free will? The reason you need to breathe? To eat? To drink?]

Prudence: “You aren’t the only one that’s unhappy about this,” he muttered, glancing over the letter. — Cedric

Chapter 22: You have more control than you think. Maybe not as much stamina as you’d hoped, but your magic is strong. You are strong. You just have to learn to trust in yourself, in your magic. You’ve already done so much, keeping yourself safe all this time. The only limit is your own fear. — Shamira

Chapter 23: “Almost. There’s an inner gate farther up, but yeah. Welcome to the abandoned Woodlane Manor of Hart,” Nyla replied with an air of resignation.

[Bonus: “Oh sure, take all the fun out of breaking into an old, abandoned manor, why don’t you!” — Xander]

Chapter 24: “You didn’t tell me it was this bad.” — Xander

Chapter 25: “When will I ever get the chance to explore a creepy old manor, inhabited by a creepy old woman, who may or may not be an imprisoned traitor trying to kill us, with a cat creature that mysteriously goes off on her own to find something you or I can’t possibly see on our own? Sounds like fun to me.” — Xander

Chapter 26: “If you don’t think you can trust yourself, then can you even trust at all?” — Westley

Chapter 27: Don’t look at me like you expect an answer. Wands are an entirely human device. No other magic users have need for a wand that I know of. If anything, I’d think they’re cumbersome. — Shamira

Chapter 28: “Yeah. I opened my eyes, and there she was, the girl with silver hair and no map.” He paused, looking down at the table. His features softened. When he spoke again, it was reflection that painted his voice. “Turns out we were both going to Fortune Falls. And I guess I just felt like I needed to help her. You weren’t there when she discovered her magic.” — Xander

[Bonus: “You know, I’m a little disappointed that there isn’t more of a reception.” — Cedric]

[Extra Bonus: Hold her down! I have to heal her, or she won’t make it! — Shamira]

A/N 2: Idec if I broke the rules on this one😅 There were just too many options for certain chapters and too lines that I loved and couldn't choose between lol