#mine: rue and jules

[forbescaroline]

235 FAVORITE SHIPS OF ALL TIME (ranked by my followers) 150. rue bennett and jules vaugh - euphoria

[admireforever]

Euphoria (s01e07)

[some-lonely-loser]

STAY HIGH .02

📍Location- Martinez Household

📷POV- Narrator (1st)

After the party, I didn’t really remember much of anything. I’m not shocked though, I got so drunk that Ashtray guy offered to walk me home. Surprisingly enough, I made it home by myself and into my bed before my parents noticed how late I arrived. What I did remember was that weird girl. What was her name? Jennifer? Julie? Oh, It was Jules. Yeah no doubt, she was weird. I mean, she cut herself in front of everyone AND scared Nate Jacobs. I never seen anyone do that, but I guess that’s what new people are for.

Sienna sure thought it was weird too. But hey, maybe she’ll be cool. I ended up laying in bed for about 9 more minutes, scrolling on whatever apps peaked my interest before I got up and started getting ready for school

I had just gotten out of the shower before of course, Sienna called me. I waited for the call to connect and before I could speak Sienna screamed and my hearing almost blew.

“GUESS WHO THE FUCK JUST TEXTED ME AND ASKED ABOUT YOU”

My mind had raced through a million names before I stopped and realized, she could be joking. She usually pranks me like this but I decided to feed into her little scheme.

“Who?”

I mumbled with the most monotone voice I could utter out of me.

“Ashtrayyyy”

I stopped my movements and stared at the camera only to find she was already staring at it, smirking at me.

“You’re such a liar Sienna, and not a good one either”

She rolled her eyes before quickly responding.

“I’m not lying, i’ll send you a screenshot.”

Not long after she said that, I felt my phone vibrate and saw her display name reveal itself at the top of my phone. I clicked on the photo she sent me.

“Told you I wasn’t lying. Did he text you?” I snapped out of my

“No, he didn't text me. What did he want my number for?” I questioned

I knew Sienna wouldn’t know why he wanted my number but I just had to ask. Plus, I was really just thinking to myself out loud. And just as I guessed, she says she doesn’t know

“Maybe he has like.. A secret admirer crush on you?”

That was a ridiculous statement. I mean, Ashtray? Out of the whole school, that he doesn’t attend, he has a crush on me? Yeah, no chance.

“Girl..” I mumbled, rolling my eyes. “I’ll see you at school, I have to finish getting ready, Do I still gotta pick you up?” I questioned, Sienna often needs a ride to school, whether it be she just doesn’t want to drive or her car is broken.

“Nah, I think I’m gonna walk. Get some fresh air before having to deal with this school and it’s bullshit.” She chuckled.

We said our goodbyes before I hung up the phone and started getting dressed, and soon after I was in the car driving to school.

I was busy putting my books inside of my locker before I heard a voice that sounded like Sienna.

“So, I texted Ashtray” She spoke with excitement. I turned around and almost slapped her

“You WHAT?!” I yelled, gaining attention of most of the people near me, who gave me a little bit of a dirty look, but that didn’t matter

Sienna burst out laughing, hunching over and holding her stomach. “You should’ve.. seen your face!” She breathed out, looking at me with a couple of tears rolling down her face.

I crossed my arms and looked at her with a blank face, but after a few seconds of her looking at me with a smile, it wasn’t long before I started laughing too.

Our laughing quickly faded away as I heard the voice of Nate Jacobs, and saw him coming near us, staring at me with a creepy smirk on his face

WC: 664

Yall… hear me out😰 Ik I haven’t posted on here in some time but😔 It’s been 8 months since PT 1 so i’ll do better🙏🏽 Ik it’s mad short but 😭

[guzhufuren]

please let Petrichor be so good i finally hyperfixate on a sapphic couple again

[zoecsarts]

rue & jules

[iwishiknewyouwantedmeuh]

I would quite literally do anything to feel the same way I felt when watching Euphoria for the first time.

[aliferousdreamer]

here is my jules vaughn playlist, for my beloved girl 🌊🌌

thanks to anyone who listens!! ♡♡♡

[musiquesduciel]

It bothers me that Euphoria is the show high schoolers these days discuss with their friends and try to mimic the fashion/makeup of. During my time that show was Pretty Little Liars.

[marleyybluu]

Wherever

Fezco x f!reader

WC: 1.8k

Warnings: Smut, no plot just a quick fuck, semi-public sex (staircase sex but nobody actually walks in on them), unprotected p in v, issa quickie, drunk sex, bigdick!Fez lmao I feel like he at least got girth to him yk?, the word cock was used once whoops sorry

(gif not mine. but just look at how yummy he is here. mhmmm)

The two had gone out for their anniversary. Their friends threw them a little surprise dinner at the restaurant they went to on their first date. They'd knocked out four years of marriage and were happy to celebrate the rest of the years to come. It was a fun little gathering of their loved ones surrounding them and reminiscing on old times, how shy they were when they first met and how cute it was to see how quickly they fell for each other. 

It was a great night with great food and a few drinks. Maybe more than a few. They didn't drink much they mostly smoked but for tonight's occasion, they switched over. Both were pretty lightweight and found themselves stumbling and giggling with each other, though it made great entertainment for their friends and family. 

The party ran late and a few left to return to their own homes but not without congratulating the two on their four years together. By 2 AM it was just Fez, his girl and their two friends Rue and Jules and all four called it a night. Rue and Jules offered to drive the couple back to their apartment considering they were sober enough to drive back. They accepted and sat in the backseat of the car, her head resting on his shoulder as her mind swayed. She was so gone she felt like was in a spaceship zooming through the stars and the planets. 

She loved the ride home after a drunken night, it was so quiet and calming especially with the window down. Fez's head tipped back against the headrest, whispering to himself that he'd never drink again. His hand rubbed small circles on his girl's lower back, his fingers following the curve of her behind when he dropped his hand further he gently squeezed and smiled lazily. He was so lucky to have her.

After what felt like a short ride they were finally in front of the apartment building. "Sure you guys don't want us to come with you?" 

Fez scoffed. "Nah, we're good, text us when you get home." The girls wanted to protest about his slurred sentence and wobbly stance but bit their tongues, they'd at least wait until they got inside the building. They said their goodbyes and waited for them to tap their keycard to get past the second door which they successfully did. Fez and his girl stumbled over to the elevator, pressing the button to go up numerous times but none of the doors would open. Fez squinted once he noticed a piece of paper on the silver door. 

Out of Order.

Well, that was just great. "We gotta take the stairs, baby." He giggled. She groaned and trudged to the door leading to the staircase, silently thankful they lived on the fifth floor but it was still a lot of stairs and she was wearing heels. She held onto the railing for balance and walked up the first step with Fez not too far behind. 

They climbed up as fast as they could to the second floor, she stopped and rolled her eyes, this was not an ideal situation to be intoxicated. Fez, however, seemed to be entertained. Her dress was riding up with every step, no matter how many times she pulled it down it slid back up and at some point almost bunched around her hips, exposing her supple skin under the material. He wanted to bite her, he was quickly growing hard in his pants, temptation in front of him and he was ready to give in. 

He reached out, fingers gently brushing her skin. She turned around and smiled. "Can I help you?" 

"You have no idea." He replied lustfully glaring at her through low-drunken eyelids, his eyes no longer blue due to his dilated pupils. Her eyes widened at him and she turned facing forward to hide her blush. It did make her put an extra sway in her hips. 

Third floor. 

Two more flights of stairs and they'd be home, and he'd have her all to himself, naked and whimpering... moaning... crying for him. "Let's take a break."

She stopped on the platform where the entry to the third floor was. "Tired already?" She joked, she needed a bit of a break herself because these heels were killing her. She rested herself bent over the rail, the bottom of her dress rising once again, her little black panties on display for him. 

She could feel his attentive gaze on her. She pushed back for him, he walked closer to her his calloused hands reaching out for her smooth and soft skin, his fingers coming in contact with her hip squeezing them hard enough to leave little prints. She hissed looking back at him. "Come on, just a little quick one." She whimpered saying aloud what they were both thinking. He smirked dragging his finger along the line of her panty following the trail down to her wet heat. 

He looked up at her through his bushy, but well-trimmed eyebrows. Keeping contact while he moved the material to the side. She swallowed a moan feeling the cool air hitting her clit causing her to clench around nothing. "Always so fucking pretty," He muttered taking his thumb and guiding it between her folds collecting her slick. "And wet, for me." 

"Fez..." Her voice warned. "I don't care if anyone sees us." He admitted with a shrug. She pushed back against him once more feeling the tip of his thumb tease her hole, he angled his thumb and gently thrust it inside her. She softly gasped moving her hair to the side to get a good look at him, so focused on her pretty pussy leaking out for him and he'd barely done anything. 

He used his free hand to undo his belt, the thud of everything falling onto the floor echoed off the empty walls. She moaned at the sight, how hard he was, so stiff the tip of his dick had gone from pink to almost red-- sticky with his own arousal. Her mouth watered, tongue begging to be wrapped around him but they'd get to that once they got home. He removed his thumb sticking it in his mouth for a little taste of her, he hummed in satisfaction. She whined internally begging him to hurry up, he delivered a harsh slap to her ass which earned a squeal from her desperate lips. 

"You keep doing that imma put it away." 

"Sorry." She mumbled tugging on her bottom lip. He chuckled at how quickly she retreated, he positioned himself at her entrance, running his aching tip through her juicy folds, he finally found his way inside-- slowly sliding into her warm and welcoming cunt. She placed her hand over her mouth to squash the upcoming erotic sounds she wanted to make, he stretched her out completely, his faint veins coinciding with her soft walls. Fuck.

Fez pushed the dress up further so it was resting in the middle of her back, he looked down at the tattoo she had recently got done and groaned, one of his favourite things to look at was the artwork displayed on her beautiful body. He could feel her clenching around him already, she always came a lot quicker when she was out of her mind. He buried himself deep inside her earning an audible moan. 

He pulled out and pressed back in. "Ooohh, fuck!" She broke. "That's it. Let everyone hear you, ma." He held on to her hips giving her some deep strokes, she gripped the railing looking down on the first floor in hopes no one would come upstairs. Fez grunted, she was coating him in her creamy goodness, her gummy walls enveloping him in pleasure. His tip repeatedly bumped against a certain spot within her and her body responded positively. 

The sounds of skin-to-skin contact, the slapping and pornographic moans from both parties echoed through the staircase and probably made their way through the walls. But who cares, she was getting dicked down, her arousal dripping down her inner thigh. Her whimpers caress his ears as an encouragement to keep his rhythm. 

"Fuck, fuck, yes Fez! Give me that dick." She egged on feeling her climax getting closer, she moved her left leg onto one step allowing him further access, his heavy balls slapping against her clit was an additional sensation her body couldn't take. Her eyes rolled back as he continued his assault on her, penetrating her every need. 

Fez growled as his hips picked up their pace, snapping into hers in a desperate need to meet his end. "I can feel it, baby, come for me." She playfully giggled stealing his usual line. He pounded into her, reaching under her to toy with her clit. "You cum first, pretty girl." He retaliated, her body shivered, a tingling feeling creeping up in her toes and fingers. Her mouth was agape as her back arched, he leaned forward pressing his chest against her. "Yeah? Yeah, I fuckin' see you, baby. Don't worry." 

"Oh my god! Fez! Fuck... me-" Her body stilled, her eyes squeezed shut while her orgasm took over her body, constant convulsion around his dick pulled him closer to the edge. "Ah, shit." He croaked before succumbing to his own pleasure, squirting his hot cream inside her. They panted slowly letting go of each other. He chuckled pressing a kiss against her neck and another behind her ear. "You good?" 

"Fuck... yes." She sighed in satisfaction. Fez carefully pulled out and looked at the door to see if anyone was standing there watching but they were good. He quickly stuffed his half-hard cock in his pants and re-buckled his belt. He watched as she fixed herself too, pulling back down her dress and turning to him with a pout. "What?" He asked. She looked down at her feet and back up at him. He smiled shaking his head. "Fine." He took off his shoes sliding them over to her, she stepped out of her heels and into his big-ass dress shoes that she bought him. He held her heels in his hand and pressed a kiss on top of her head. "You ready to go?" 

She nodded looking up at him but her eyes widened when she saw past him, there was a camera... a little security camera in the corner above the door. "Oh.. shit." He said seeing it too. "Well, I mean it already happened." She laughed. There wasn't anything they could do about it, at least someone got a free show. 

"Hm, glad to know that after four years you're still down to do it anywhere." He chuckled heading up the stairs. 

She smirked. "We might need another break on the fourth floor." 

"Baby..." 

"Fiiiiine, we'll wait until we get home." 

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[sublimecatgalaxy]

Hi :) can you please do a one about Elliot from Euphoria with prompt 20 and like the trope of sexual tension/jealousy pls? Something angsty with a fluffy ending cuz I’ve been having a rough week and he’s my comfort character 🥺

Love angsty jealous tension. I got you love, I hope this helps even just the slightest bit. Looks like we're all going through it right now❤️

I feel like I'm in a cliche sappy song about unrequited love- watching the boy I'm in love with dance around his room with another girl, twirling her under his arm, laughing, throwing his head back with a big smile- it's miserable.

He doesn't feel the weight of my eyes as I lay on his bed, peeking over my phone veery once in a while to sneak a glance at their fleeting glances at one another, my heart dropping to my stomach at their proximity and forgetfulness, completely ignoring the fact that I'm here.

"I'm out of breath- fuck." Rue laughs, flopping onto the bed beside me as Elliot rests his hands on his hips, eyes fluttering up to look at the ceiling as he catches his breath.

"I'm gonna get some air." Kicking off the bed, I slide around Elliot, brushing his hand off of my waist before climbing down the stairs as quickly as I can. I can hear Elliot calling out for me and Rue telling him to let me go but based on the sound of his footprints getting ever so close to mine, I can tell he's running after me.

"Hey, baby- wait up!" Elliot calls as I force the front door open, almost throwing myself out into the cool night air, sucking in a big gulp of air.

"Go back inside, Elliot. I'm gonna call my mom to pick me up." My thumbs fumble on the screen of my phone, teary eyes blurring my vision as Elliot's fingers wrap around my upper arm, tugging me back towards him.

"Jesus- my real name? No doll, sweetheart, babyboy- did I do something?" He asks with a scoffed laugh, soft brown eyes flickering back and forth between mine as he desperately tries to read me.

"I'm not gonna sit here and let you look at Rue like you look at me."

"Like I look at yo- what are you talking about?" He asks, fingers trailing down my arm to brush his fingers against mine but I just shove him away, taking a hefty step away from him so I can think clearly. "We're friends, Y/n. We're all friends."

"Why do you feel the need to specify we’re 'just friends?'" I ask, folding my arms over my chest and his brows furrow.

"Are we not friends?"

"You seriously think I spend all of this time with you- pining over you, hanging onto every word you say, calling you all these sweet names- because I just want to be your friend?" Fury bubbles in my veins, seeing red as he attempts to come up with something to say, lips parting but no words are there.

"Well, I-" He pauses, biting at his bottom lip as his shoulders deflate. "I don't know."

"You just use all the women in your life for attention and then just lead them on until they hate you?" He steps back as if I've slapped him across the face, my words digging to the very root of all of his mommy issues and abandonment issues that he pathetically rubs off on everyone else.

"You hate me?" He asks and the way his voice cracks painfully has my stomach twisting and churning with anxiety that I may have gone too far.

"Is that all you gathered from what I said?"

"It's the most concerning thing out of everything you just said." He worries, taking a step closer to me and I let him but not close enough to manipulate the situation and manipulate me back into his arms like I'm always so quick to do.

"Am I not lovable?" A tear trails down my cheek and Elliot's quick to reach up to wipe it away, fingers lingering against my heated skin, thumb caressing my jaw. "You look me the way you look at Rue and the way you look at Jules- am I not as special to you as I though I was?" He shakes his head in denial, eyes fluttering shut as he reaches out to me.

"No- please, just come inside, you're freaking me out-"

"Hard truth Elliot, I'm in love with you and I have been for a while." There it is, the words that have been begging to escape me for months now- finally out in the air and finally digging into the front of Elliot's brain as he processes for a few seconds, blinking dumbly at me. "Time to wake the fuck up because you're not stupid and I know that you knew." My bottom lip wobbles and I watch his demeanor crack, fingers linking in front of him as his shoulders droop.

"Yeah."

"So why ignore it?" I plead, head spinning at the thought of this being the end of our friendship, for this to finally be the breaking point of no return- the time that sends him running for the hills and right into Rue's arms.

"I don't know." He shakes his head, running his fingers through his hair as his eyes move down to the ground.

"Because you like taking advantage of the only girl who'll ever stay? The only girl who'll actually care?"

"Ouch." He hisses, rubbing a hand over his chest as if he's soothing a physical wound. "I wasn't trying to take advantage of you. I was just trying to avoid this conversation because I don't like talking about feelings." He groans, reaching up to cup my cheeks, forcing me to look up at him, eyes pleading with me to just relax. "You know you're my girl. I didn't know that needed to be said." He whispers, head tilting cutely at me and I blow out a breath of air, eyes fluttering shut. The words do seem to calm down the anxiety running rampant through my mind.

"It needs to be said and it needs to be clearer." I mutter, eyes suddenly widening as his lips press against mine in a simple peck, taking my and my worries completely off guard. He chuckles lightly and pulls away from me, hands moving down to link our fingers together.

"You jealous?" He asks and I nod before I can stop myself, lips still tingling from our unexpected kiss. "Alright. I'll make it clearer." He nods firmly, his words acting like a sort of promise in my brain and I know that I have to hold him to it.

"Start by making it clearer to me."

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[secretsdeblackthornhall]

De Emma à Cristina

Chère Cristina,

Je suis désolée, je suis désolée, vraiment désolée ! Je me rends compte que le message que je viens de t’envoyer n’a ni queue ni tête, alors après l’avoir lu, jette-le et lis cette lettre. J’étais un peu hystérique quand je l’ai écrit ; je voulais tout te raconter au sujet de Mina qui avait disparue pendant plusieurs jours, mais je ne pouvais pas. Et quand j’ai pu, je me suis complétement déchargée. Encore une fois, désolée.

C’était horrible de ne pas pouvoir te parler de ce qu’il se passait. J’ai toujours détesté la politique, je ne t’apprends rien… mais même si ta situation (et celle de Mark) est inhabituelle, la Cour des Lumières considère certainement que vous faites partie de la suite de Kieran, et on nous avait formellement interdit de révéler à l’une ou l’autre Cour que Mina avait été enlevée dans sa propre chambre à Blackthorn Hall. Et nous avons obéi à la lettre.

Alors, il s’avère que la personne qui avait organisé l’enlèvement était Mère Hawthorn, la nourrice de la Première Héritière, qui a choisi d’épouser un Chasseur d’Ombres. Depuis, elle a eu des relations compliquées avec les Chasseurs d’Ombres, surtout avec les Herondale (qui n’a pas de relations compliquées avec les Herondale, on se le demande). Et là elle exigeait de parler à Kit comme condition pour que nous puissions récupérer Mina.

Personne ne voulait que Kit y aille, même si nous avions tous terriblement peur pour Mina. Mais il était résolu. On ne pouvait pas l’arrêter. Nous avons donc trouvé un arrangement grâce à quelques elfes intermédiaires pour que Kit rencontre Mère Hawthorn. Elle avait demandé à ce que le rendez-vous ait lieu près de l’eau d’un fleuve, alors nous sommes allés à la Promenade de Chiswick. Il y a un minuscule parc là-bas, et un petit kiosque à musique. Tous ensemble (Julian et moi, Tessa, Jem et Kit), nous y sommes allés sans dire un mot et avec des mines sombres. Tessa n’arrêtait pas de caresser Kit dans le dos, et c’était évident qu’elle essayait de ne pas pleurer. Jem avait l’air de vouloir tuer quelqu’un. Kit avait simplement l’air déterminé. Et Jules… je parlerai de Jules après.

Nous sommes restés un peu en arrière pendant que Kit traversait la pelouse pour rejoindre le kiosque. A son approche, Mère Hawthorn est apparue de derrière les arbres, avec Mina dans les bras, et s’est avancée vers lui.

Jules et moi nous sommes crispés, au cas où Jem ou Tessa se serait rué vers le bébé. Nous n’aurions pas pu leur en vouloir, mais nous savions que ce n’était pas possible. Kit devait pouvoir récupérer Mina sans violence. Tout ce que je peux dire, c’est qu’on voit qu’ils ont enduré d’innombrables épreuves tous les deux au cours de leur longue vie. Ils se serraient les mains, immobiles, mais c’était clair qu’ils avaient désespérément envie de courir vers leurs enfants. Ils faisaient preuve d’un incroyable sang-froid, et ça me brisait le cœur.

Kit et Mère Hawthorn se sont rejoints devant le kiosque. Evidemment nous n’entendions pas leur conversation, mais nous avons tout de suite vu Mina tendre les bras vers Kit. Il a tenté de la prendre, mais Mère Hawthorn s’est interposée. Elle n’avait pas du tout l’intention de la rendre et ils ont commencé à se disputer. Je voyais à quel point Kit était énervé même s’il essayait de garder son calme. Il n’arrêtait pas de faire non de la tête, presque à chaque fois que Mère Hawthorn prenait la parole.

Bref, ça a duré quelques minutes, puis Mère Hawthorn s’est mise à rire. Elle a tourné la tête (elle nous voyait, évidemment, et s’en moquait) et a claqué des doigts. Kit est tombé à la renverse ; il a fait une pirouette et s’est relevé. Mais des tiges noires émergeaient du sol, s’attaquaient à lui et s’enroulaient autour de ses jambes. Mina criait si fort que nous l’entendions.

- C’en est assez, a rugi Jem.

Il s’apprêtait à traverser la rue, mais Julian a posé une main sur son épaule.

- Attends, lui a-t-il dit.

Nous l’avons tous regardé, interloqués. Tu sais que j’ai une confiance absolue en Julian, mais pendant une seconde, même moi je me suis demandée s’il était devenu fou.

Et ensuite. Et ensuite il y a eu un énooorme bruit. J’ai d’abord cru que c’était un hélicoptère, ou peut-être plusieurs hélicoptères, mais ensuite j’ai compris que non, le bruit était plus étrange que ça… c’était des sabots qui frappaient le ciel. Ils sont passés au-dessus de nous… c’était Gwyn et Diana ! Enfin, c’était toute la Chasse Sauvage, ils étaient plus d’une vingtaine, certains sur des chevaux, d’autres sur des créatures ailées que je n’avais encore jamais vues. Mais à l’avant galopait Gwyn, et Diana était sur un autre cheval derrière lui, ses cheveux flottant au vent.

Diana est descendue en piqué et s’est emparée de Mina dans les bras de Mère Hawthorn. Gwyn la suivait et a saisi Mère Hawthorn d’un bras (ce gars est assez costaud, on dirait) et l’a jetée sur le dos de son cheval. Ça paraissait plutôt dangereux pour Mère Hawthorn, mais bon, on n’a pas beaucoup de sympathie pour les kidnappeuses.

Diana est descendue en piqué (c’est le truc de la Chasse Sauvage, les descentes en piqué, tu te souviens) sur nous, et a délicatement rendue Mina à Jem et Tessa. Puis Diana nous a fait un clin d’œil et est repartie dans le ciel. Elle, Gwyn et le reste de la Chasse Sauvage ont galopé plus vite que je ne le croyais possible. Je pense qu’ils devaient éloigner Mère Hawthorn de nous, ce qui était logique. En un rien de temps, ils avaient disparu dans les nuages.

Je dois dire que le clin d’œil de Diana était vraiment cool. Je me rends compte que ça me manque un peu de faire des trucs cools. Je crois que j’irai dans le jardin avec Cortana ce soir pour sévèrement décapiter des mauvaises herbes.

Enfin bref. Kit nous rejoignait en courant, Tessa pleurait de soulagement et Jem ne quittait pas des yeux l’endroit où la Chasse Sauvage avait disparue. Mina, évidemment, se portait à merveille. Elle répétait « Cheval ! Cheval ! », c’était hilarant, puis Kit est arrivé et l’a cajolée. Julian et moi nous sommes éloignés pour les laisser se retrouver tous les quatre.

Julian avait une de ces expressions sur le visage et j’ai eu une intuition :

- C’était toi, non ? Tu as contacté la Chasse Sauvage ?

Il a haussé les épaules :

- Mère Hawthorn avait dit de ne contacter ni la Cour des Lumières ni celle des Ténèbres, mais la Chasse Sauvage n’appartient à aucune. Ils n’ont prêté allégeance à personne.

- Mère Hawthorn non plus, ai-je répondu. Donc tu as dit quelque chose comme « Fées sauvages, venez récupérer votre amie sauvage, elle devient trop sauvage » ?

- C’était l’idée.

Il a dit ça d’un ton désinvolte, mais je voyais qu’il était fier de lui. Et oui, d’accord, j’étais fier de lui aussi, ce que je lui ai dit.

Sur le chemin du retour, nous avons demandé à Kit ce que Mère Hawthorn lui voulait. Il a expliqué qu’elle voulait lui dire qu’il était le descendant de la première tu-sais-qui (je sais que Kieran t’a parlé de l’héritage elfique de Kit, mais pas de tout, et peu de gens savent) et qu’elle était venue le chercher pour qu’il aille vivre au Royaume des Fées là où était sa place. Il a essayé de lui faire comprendre qu’il n’avait aucune envie de vivre au Royaume des Fées, que sa vie actuelle lui convenait (mais il a dit ça en regardant Jem et Tessa, et je crois qu’il préférait dire « convenir » plutôt que ce qu’il ressent vraiment, qui est bien plus que ça). Elle lui répétait que c’était son destin et son devoir, son avenir le rattrapera bien assez vite s’il ne s’y pliait pas, bla bla bla, des trucs de fées, tu sais comment elles sont. (Oh, ne le prend pas mal si tu lis aussi, Kieran.)

Mais je crois qu’il ne disait pas toute la vérité, parce que Mère Hawthorn s’est donnée beaucoup de mal simplement pour envoyer un tel message. Enfin, elle aurait pu écrire ça sur une carte postale. Ce n’était rien que Kit ne savait pas déjà pour ainsi dire. Je suis certaine qu’elle en a dit davantage que Kit ne souhaite pas révéler, je le voyais à son regard. J’espère qu’il le dira à Jem et Tessa, quand il sera prêt. Au moins, nous pouvons être sûrs que Gwyn fera en sorte que Mère Hawthorn le laisse tranquille… un souci de moins.

Ce sont toutes les nouvelles que j’ai, et je suis tellement soulagée de pouvoir enfin t’en parler. Je suppose que si Kieran veut en savoir plus, il devrait contacter Gwyn. Je crois t’avoir dit tout ce que je sais.

Prends soin de toi, et nous nous reparlerons bientôt. Embrasse K et M pour moi !

Emma

Texte original de Cassandra Clare ©

Traduction d’Eurydice Bluenight ©

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[jjtheresidentbaby]

hii omg i just saw your heartbreak high/euphoria post and both of those shows are so bomb i love themm!! i was wondering if you'd do cassie or lexi flip headcanons though? you're legit one of my fav writers cs you're j the best!! havr an amazing day/night ♡

Flip Lexi Howard headcanons

♡ i made a moodboard to go with this cause I couldn’t resist

warnings: mentions of mental health struggles/lexis bad childhood, non-verbal lexi (just a personal hc of mine ik it’s not canon)

when caring:

such a sweetheart!!

so gentle and careful with how she cares for someone — she never yells or gets outwardly angry, she makes sure to use good communication and patience to work through issues rather than gut jump reactions

extremely understanding when it comes to triggers or mental health issues a little might have

an absolute god at coming up with stories on the spot to entertain her little — she always asks for their opinion on plot lines & characters too

she’s not very extroverted so chances are she’ll have something to do at home planned for when she’s caring for someone but she does like to walk to the corner store with her little — she always lets them pick out a few treats and occasionally they’ll run into someone else from the group and talk for a bit

prefers to have Jules babysit her little when Lexi can’t be there — of course she’d leave any of her trusted friends in charge but Jules always gives the most updates and sticks to rules better which Lexi appreciates

isn’t huge on rules or punishments but she likes to set a few basic ones that are easy to follow and are only there to keep her little safe & healthy

will drop everything to take care of a little that needs it

she keeps her bag/locker filled with things that any little could need — water, snacks, extra clothes, toys, first aid supplies, etc

she says she’d rather be over-prepared then under-prepared

when little:

she doesn’t regress to a certain age range but leans a bit to the baby side of things

she’s a lot more secretive about her little side than she is her caregiving side

she doesn’t tell Cassie about it, only letting very select people know

Rue, Jules & Maddy know — she originally only told Rue and then Jules when she was around more but then Maddy found out and Lexi panicked a bit because she didn’t want Cassie to find out — Maddy ofc assured her it’d be fine and she wouldn’t tell Cassie

Lexi struggles a lot with being insecure about her regression, it’s one of the main reasons she hasn’t told Cassie & why she keeps it so secret

her little gear can all fit in one box — she has a few pacifiers, some soft sweaters reserved for when she’s small, a couple of miscellaneous toys and a collection of Calico Critters — they’re small and adorable and she likes to fiddle with them when she’s little

most times she regresses without a caregiver around but if she is being looked after it’s usually Rue or Maddy

Maddy always does her makeup and gives her cute makeovers — Lexi beams anytime she’s small and Maddy’s around

her and Rue tend to lay on her bed watching movies or rereading old books that they read when they were kids

she’s definitely more comfortable being physically clingy to Rue than anyone else — she likes to lay in Rue’s lap or curl into her side while they lounge on the couch/on either of their beds

Lexi’s still as creative as ever so she comes up with a ton of random stories and likes to scribble them down in a notebook dedicated to when she’s regressed

stuffed animal lover!! she doesn’t count them as just little gear so she keeps them on her bed at all times — absolutely loves to tie ribbons on them to match the ones she wears in her hair

anything soft is her go-to — between the blankets she buys herself and the ones Rue gets her, she could cover every inch of her room in them and still have extra

sometimes her regression is used as a way to cope with her childhood and/or any stress she may have going on — lots of crying and clinging to anyone who may be around (usually rue)

she makes sure to keep her comfort movies/shows queued on her laptop so they’re easy to access once she’s calmed down — she also keeps lots of comfort food stocked in the kitchen at all times

if she does vent regress there’s a chance she’ll go completely non-verbal, whether it only be while she’s upset or continues afterwards really depends on what she was upset over/how long she was upset

most times she’ll be able to text one of the people that know she regresses that she’s non-verbal and they can step in to help however she needs to — occasionally she can’t find the words even to type it out and that can stress her out a lot

her & Rue have a text code for this where all Lexi has to do is send a certain emoji and Rue will know what she means and can come over to take care of her

[admireforever]

Euphoria (s01e05)

[newwwwusername]

Fanfic requests OPEN for Euphoria (HBO)

I am currently taking fanfic requests for Euphoria (the HBO show)

I will write : - Hurt/comfort - Fluff - AUs - Canon divergence - Songfics - Any other trope (so long as it follows my rules) - Any headcanon (so long as it follows my rules) - Whatever ship you want (so long as it follows my rules)

I won’t write : - Smut or fetish fics - Pedophilia/incest (including adopted family, and including step-siblings)/beastiality ships (or anything like that) - OCs - Crossovers - Y/N - Suicide and self-harm (in reference to canon material such as Jules' self harm is fine but I will not write explicit depictions of either) - Drowning (personal trigger of mine) - Werewolf AUs (werewolves are also a trigger of mine)

Other things to note : - I do not guarantee I will write every request I get. Sometimes requests will just not click with me, and sometimes I don’t feel qualified to fulfill it. I will try to write as many as I can, though - You can also submit any requests to this prompt meme on AO3 if that’s more your style : https://archiveofourown.org/collections/newwwwusernamerequests or to this Google form : https://forms.gle/3K7STap3v715Hidu5

The following is a list of ships and headcanons I particularly like. I’ll write anything, but I’m much more likely to write it if it has one or more of the following

Pairings (/ for romantic, & for platonic) : Rue/Jules, Jules/Elliot, Jules/Maddy, Jules & Lexi, Rue & or / Lexi, Fezco/Lexi, Nate/Jules, Maddy/Cassie, Maddy platonically with most of the main crew, Jules platonically with most of the main crew, Lexi platonically with most of the main crew, Fezco & Rue, Elliot & Rue, Ethan & anyone he needs friends

Headcanons : Autistic!Jules, Autistic!Fezco, Autistic!Lexi, FTM!Elliot, FTM or Nonbinary!Rue, Asexual!Rue

[zoecsarts]

rue & jules

[iwishiknewyouwantedmeuh]

The cinematography of euphoria is so fucking good!!!