#no seriously how longs it been i have no idea

[pandemic-info]

UPDATE: a judge blocked this for now: https://apnews.com/article/donald-trump-pause-federal-grants-aid-f9948b9996c0ca971f0065fac85737ce

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This is a huge fucking problem.

These grants account for more than 10% of the GDP. 3 trillion – wiped out.

From the article:

The funding freeze by the Republican administration could affect trillions of dollars and cause widespread disruption in health care research, education programs and other initiatives. Even grants that have been awarded but not spent are supposed to be halted.

“The use of Federal resources to advance Marxist equity, transgenderism, and green new deal social engineering policies is a waste of taxpayer dollars that does not improve the day-to-day lives of those we serve,” said a memo from Matthew Vaeth, the acting director of the Office of Management and Budget.

(Use of that language, that entire segment, "Marxist equity ... policies" is disgusting. If you think you're wary of propaganda and you do not see the enormous red flags in that statement, I do not know how to help you. If you're not beyond it, maybe pick up a history book — the 1930s are particularly pertinent.)

The average person may not understand just how far-reaching this is, how many programs and services are covered by grants, that regular people rely on all across the US and globally.

Not to mention how many people just had their livelihood demolished.

Researchers, for example, spend months and years writing grant proposals, their work and income relies on these cycles. So even if this is "temporary", a lot of people are going to struggle.

This is not just a few people in lab coats somewhere, working on something you don't care about. Government-funded research is released to the public, since we paid for it, and is very typically about things the public will want to know:

Is this product safe or deadly?

Is this medication actually a "wonder drug" or does it harm you in the long term?

Is this pollution going to affect us long-term?

Etc.

Seriously, if you wanted any of those things to get better — you wanted lower rates of cancer and other deadly and disabling disease? You worry about trusting public health guidelines because you're concerned about bias and vested interests in research? You want "small government" that doesn't interfere with people's bodies based on a small group's religious dogma, with zero basis in factual, verifiable reality?

Then you should have voted to keep this administration out of government.

Because their idea — which is outlined in Project 2025, and they are following it closely — is that research will be required to rely 50% on private funding.

Guess what private funding introduces a ton more of: private interests, private bias. The interests of stakeholders who do not give a shit if you are being killed by their product, as long as line goes up in the short run.

But even beyond scientific researchers — and those who rely on that work, e.g. journalists, science communicators, public health advocates, scientific artists —

grants fund others like: teachers, police, farmers, women's and homeless shelters, native orgs, medical workers, and on the list goes.

All pending "review" by a thoroughly unqualified gang of convicted criminals and cronies.

[help-help-i-need-an-adult]

In October of 2001, my older brother walked to Chicago from southeast Indiana because he got mad at school. He was missing for 4 days and no one knew where he’d gone. My parents were only finally contacted about his whereabouts when he was found by the Chicago Airport security, on the runway lot watching planes coming in and out of the airport. This was a month after 9/11 happened, by the way. He still wasn’t given a cell phone after this because it was too expensive.

In 2003, my older sister went to a fine arts boarding school in Michigan on a scholarship. It’s a really big campus and was an 8 hour drive away from home. She wasn’t given a cellphone because it was too expensive. Many of her classmates from wealthier families had them, but not my sister.

I was a small child (barely in double digit age group) and alone on college campuses at night without a phone on a weekly basis in the early 2000’s (about 2004-2008) because they were expensive. Literally about 11 years old when this started. By 12, I was alone two nights a week. My parents couldn’t be bothered to pick me up on time and the choir didn’t think to have an adult stay with the kids till they were all picked up. They never dreamed a parent would be an hour late on a regular basis. I think they FINALLY made the rule to have the choir parent stay till every kid was picked up when I was 16 because I’d made the “so your parents don’t love you either?” joke to the wrong kid. After that, the choir parents started to hate me because my parents were never on time and dad always wanted to pick me up at the wrong door.

(Seriously, I have no idea how child protective services was only called on my parents once in 2002.)

Anyway.

When I finally did get a phone, it was 2009 and my high school principal made my having one mandatory in order to attend classes on the college campus. Even then, my parents were reluctant to give me one. I got a long lecture about how it was only for emergencies. Minutes were expensive.

Finally, my mom’s bff gave me one of her kid’s old phones and paid for its service so I could call/text more freely while running around a major city unsupervised.

My dad kept his flip phone under the drivers seat in his car turned off because “he didn’t need it.” An old lady chewed him out for it when my mom and I were in a car accident in 2011 and couldn’t reach him. He didn’t change his behavior over this. Never mind that mom had a concussion and was unconscious and I was 17 and unable to make decisions. He didn’t need it, so it was off and under his driver’s seat.

In 2012, my mom went through 7 phones in a month via multiple shenanigans of her own carelessness, including running her phone over with the car. If I’d broken or lost or had my phone stolen before this point, it would have been “too bad, so sad”, but mom got 7 in a month because by 2012, my parents didn’t have a landline anymore, and it wasn’t so expensive as to be irreplaceable.

My parents were arguably in a worse financial position in 2012 than they were in 2005 for example.

By my early 20’s, flip phones were almost nonexistent because smartphones were now necessary for nearly everything.

Now my phone is something I pay for myself, but work gives me so much money a month to help me keep it. It tells my emergency contacts my whereabouts with the click of a button and vis versa. I use it for everything from social media, to navigation, to work stuffs. I keep it in a case to try not to break it, but have insurance on it just in case that fails.

My point of all of this is phones went from “expensive” and “damn near indestructible” to very easy to break and a necessity in a very VERY short period of time.

something I’ve seen in various fandoms now is young artists will draw flip phones with cracked screens. But in my experience, I have never met someone whose flip phone had a screen crack. Those screens were more like something on a calculator or a nintendo ds than like a smartphone. I was a klutz, and my first phone broke because the front half and back half came apart. Like you’d mayyyyybe see it on some of the later flip phones that only had large screens on the front because smartphones had already made them popular, but it was still way more rare.

If you wanna give a character a flip phone and show they’re clumsy, they’re more likely to have the paint scratched like hell or parts of the plastic chipped off. No more phone charms because the plastic loop broke. If the screen is broken, it would sooner not turn on anymore before the screen would have a crack in it.

[morganaawriterr]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Bite me;

Synopsis; You wrestle with the shocking truth about Sunghoon's true nature after a dangerous encounter in the woods. The tension between you two grows, and your deepening connection pulls you both into a dangerous web of secrets, emotions, and desires. Sunghoon is torn between protecting you and controlling his overwhelming attraction, leading to a complicated and seductive path that neither of you can escape.

Pairing; fem!reader X vampire!park Sunghoon Genre; Suggestive; a tiny bit of fluff; a tiny bit of thriller (?) sunshine!reader x grumpy!sunghoon trope (?) Words; 5k Warning; mentions of blood; injuries; sucking blood; sexual themes; violence; cursing; overall 18+ MASTERLIST;

A/N: I LITERALLY FORGOT I HAD TO POST THIS TODAY OMG! But here it is! I used to really like this story, but I don't anymore. It always happens when I spend way too many hours editing it over and over again. But anyways.... As always, likes and reblogs are always welcome. Thank you <3

“What are you doing here?” a deep voice demands from behind you. You quickly turn around, disoriented, and are faced with the reason you’re in the dark forest late at night—Sunghoon.

You’re confused about how he found you, as you were at least five minutes behind him. He stands tall in front of you, dressed entirely in black and visibly upset. His thick eyebrows nearly touching and his lips pressed into a thin line. Crossing his arms, he stares at you, waiting for an answer.

Amazed, you scan the man in front of you, who looks particularly striking under the full moon. His pale skin is even more pronounced, with deep blue veins visible on his long neck and slender hands. His eyes are darker than usual, and you swear they’ve changed color. He also seems more confident now, his tall figure looming over you like a heavy curse you can’t escape.

“Do I have to ask you again?” Sunghoon questions, stepping closer. Suddenly, he’s too near, his cologne invading your senses—manly and intoxicatingly seductive.

“I…” you stutter, your brain failing you. “I came because of you. I saw you sneaking into the forest all week and wondered what you were doing…” you confess, your eyes darting over his face but avoiding his gaze.

The first time you noticed was when you were distracted, searching for the crow that usually perched near your bedroom window. Your curious eyes were meticulously scanning the area when you spotted a figure disappearing into the shadowy woods.

You were confused, thinking you’d imagined it, but the next day, it happened again. The most bewildering part was that it was Sunghoon—the hot guy who lived next door. Your crush. You haven’t spoken much, but you always make it a point to say goodnight when you catch him outside.

“And why would you think that’s a good idea?” Sunghoon asks, his voice sharp and annoyed.

Sunghoon doesn’t understand why you’re always so smiley and talkative toward him. He hasn’t given you any signs that he wants to engage. Yet you persist, greeting him on the street and bringing him food your mom makes too much of.

To his luck—or misfortune—your bedroom window is directly across from his. Sunghoon often catches glimpses of you walking around in your underwear, and though he feels guilty, his eyes linger before he forces himself to look away or closes his curtains.

“You keep disappearing into the woods. I’ve been watching for days,” you say seriously. “I was curious to know what’s going on.” Your voice drops, guilt creeping in as you realize you’ve crossed a boundary.

Sunghoon scratches the back of his neck nervously. He doesn’t want to tell you why he’s always here; he barely knows you. As he debates what to say, the soft rustle of leaves captures his attention. His ears twitch, and his dark, hypnotic eyes scan the forest. All his senses are on high alert—a bad sign.

Sunghoon steps forward, grabs your wrist, and pulls you behind him. His grip is tight, and you want to complain, but the seriousness in his eyes sends a chill down your spine.

“What are you doing?” you whisper, confused, as his cold, bony fingers keep a firm hold on you. His protective instincts flare, sensing danger.

“Shhh,” he hushes, his voice low.

His piercing gaze sweeps the forest until a tall man steps into view. The man is dressed in black, with a large red cross hanging around his neck and a heavy crossbow aimed directly at Sunghoon.

“Run as fast as you can. I’ll handle him,” Sunghoon orders in a hushed tone, turning to meet your eyes. His expression is unyielding, but you see the faintest hint of worry.

Your heart pounds in your chest, but you nod, turning to flee. The forest is alive with noise—the rustling of leaves, the cries of cicadas, and distant howls. Your footsteps are muted beneath the chaos. Exhausted, you stop to catch your breath, your throat dry and your hands trembling.

As your breathing slows, an eerie silence falls.

The wind stops whispering, and the animals go quiet. Terror grips you—silence is far more unsettling than noise. You frantically search for Sunghoon, but he’s nowhere to be found. Panic rises as you call out:

“SUNGHOON!” you shout, your voice echoing through the forest. No response. “SUNGHOON!” you yell again, desperate, tears welling in your eyes.

A sudden gust of wind chills you to the bone, and then strong arms wrap around you. His familiar scent fills your senses, and you turn to see Sunghoon. His eyes, once dark, are now a vivid red, and his face is streaked with blood.

“Sunghoon…” you whisper, reaching for his face with trembling hands. “Are you hurt?”

“This blood isn’t mine,” he says flatly.

The words offer no comfort. If anything, they make you nauseous. Your mind races, piecing together everything you know about him. He lives alone, keeps to himself, and disappears into the woods every night. Could he be more dangerous than you ever imagined? And if the blood isn’t his… did he just kill that person?

You stumble back, your face pale, your breathing ragged. Sunghoon notices your distress, his expression unreadable. You take another step away, then another, your only thought is to escape and process everything.

“Where are you going?” Sunghoon asks, his tone soft yet pleading as he follows you.

“Home,” you reply coldly, avoiding his gaze. You walk faster, trying to put distance between you, but he’s still close. Panicking, you break into a run.

But Sunghoon has tricks you didn’t anticipate. Before you know it, he’s standing in front of you, blocking your path. You stop, bewildered. How did he get here so fast?

“Can we at least talk about this?” Sunghoon pleads, reaching for your wrist. You pull away, repulsed by the blood on his hands.

“Talk about what? How you just killed that man?” you shout, your voice trembling with fear.

“It’s not that simple,” he says softly, finally grasping your hand. His touch is gentle, as if trying to soothe you. “I didn’t want you to find out like this. Why did you follow me?”

“Because I care about you, that’s why!” you snap, your voice breaking.

Sunghoon freezes. He’s never heard you curse, and your confession leaves him speechless. His hand lifts to your chin, tilting your face so your eyes meet his. His gaze softens; the red in his eyes fades back to the familiar brown you know.

“YN…” he murmurs, his voice unsteady, an unfamiliar emotion stirring within him.

Your lips tremble, your teary eyes pleading. “Let me go,” you whisper, your voice fragile yet resolute.

Sunghoon hesitates but releases you. Guilt consumes him as he watches you back away. Tears streak down your face, and his chest tightens painfully.

Curiosity killed the cat—and it could’ve killed you too.

Sunghoon stands frozen, the faint sound of your retreating footsteps haunting him as the night swallows you whole.

The next time Sunghoon sees you, it’s planned. He thought he had everything under control—studying what to say and how to say it without causing any more pain. But as he approached your bedroom window, he was left baffled.

You were sitting in the little nook by your window, a beer in hand and a few empty cans scattered across the floor. From a distance, he took in the sight of you—your flushed face, stray tears rolling down your cheeks. You were murmuring something to yourself, and curiosity pulled him closer.

“Why do I keep falling for weird people?” you complained, your voice tinged with a whiny frustration. Sunghoon felt a smile creep onto his lips, finding your candidness endearing. Yet, deep down, guilt churned in his chest. He knew he was the reason for your tears, and he hated himself for it.

Carefully, he approached your window, trying not to startle you, but to his dismay, you’d been watching him the entire time.

“You know I have a door, right?” you called out as he came into view. Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, confused.

“I’ve seen you lurking around here for the last three days,” you added, clearly irritated. You stood up, opening the window to let him in. He climbed through awkwardly, his eyes scanning your room. It was clean, carrying the sweet scent that reminded him of you. He accidentally kicked one of the empty cans as he moved, settling himself across from you to face you directly.

“Also, I’m not drunk,” you declared, as if reading his mind. “I can’t get drunk on beer.” You sighed, knowing full well it was true. You had run out of soju and didn’t feel like leaving the house, so beer was your only option. Unfortunately, all it did was send you running to the bathroom over and over again.

“Aren’t you going to say something?” you asked, hoping his words might lift the weight pressing against your heart.

“I’m not very good with words…” Sunghoon confessed, scratching the back of his neck. You were the only person who ever made him feel this uncertain.

“Well, you’d better figure it out, or I’ll kick you out and call the police for stalking me,” you quipped, half annoyed, half teasing, hoping to get a reaction.

“Then why haven’t you done that already?” Sunghoon countered, leaning in slightly, his signature playful smirk tugging at his lips. He loved these games with you. They always ended the same way—with you blushing and pulling away.

“I’m not sure…” you replied honestly. “Maybe I hoped you’d actually want to talk.”

“You were the one who didn’t want to talk,” Sunghoon reminded you, leaning closer. His dark eyes studied the way you nervously chewed your bottom lip.

“I was in shock, okay?” you defended yourself. “It’s not every day you see the guy you have a crush on… killing someone.”

Sunghoon froze, his eyes widening in surprise. Your sudden confession threw him completely off guard, making all the words he had rehearsed vanish from his mind.

You, on the other hand, stood up and began picking up the scattered beer cans.

“Can you leave?” you asked softly, avoiding his gaze as you carried the cans to the kitchen.

“Wait, why?” he asked, his voice deep and raspy, confusion etched across his face.

“You seem uncomfortable,” you replied, sitting on the edge of your bed and keeping a noticeable distance from him.

Sunghoon ran a hand through his hair, frustrated at himself. He hated how he struggled to find the right words around you.

“Look, I’m not uncomfortable,” he said. “I’m afraid. Afraid that if I tell you what I need to say, you’ll freak out.”

“I think you’re being a little dramatic,” you said, rolling your eyes. But as your gaze landed on him again, you couldn’t help but admire how the black clothes contrasted against his pale skin.

Sunghoon began pacing back and forth in front of your bed, searching for the courage to spill the truth. He debated how to approach it—whether to explain who the man was or why he had to die—or to ease into it slowly. But then, he blurted it out anyway.

“I’m a vampire.”

Your head tilted slightly as you stared at him, blinking in disbelief. Then, you laughed.

“Sunghoon, be serious,” you said with an amused smile.

“I am serious,” he insisted, his tone unwavering. “I’m a vampire. I have six friends who are vampires too. We’ve been moving from place to place for years to stay safe.”

He moved closer, sitting on the bed beside you. His dark, intense eyes bore into yours, silently pleading for you to believe him.

“Sunghoon…” you said softly, closing your eyes in disbelief. This had to be the lamest excuse anyone had ever given you.

“I’m serious, Y/N,” he repeated, irritation creeping into his voice. “Look at me. My skin is this pale because there’s no blood in my veins. These canines aren’t fake—”

You interrupted his words with a skeptical gaze, your eyes fixed on his mouth. It was true—his canines were sharper than most people’s, but you had always assumed it was just… genetics.

Your eyes roamed his face—his piercing dark eyes, long lashes, and smooth, pale skin. But when you noticed faint scars on his neck, curiosity got the better of you.

Gently, you reached out, your fingers brushing against his skin as you tilted his head to the side. Sunghoon shivered under your touch, unused to such warmth.

As your breath ghosted over his neck, your proximity made him dizzy. The scent of your hair and the faint perfume you wore invaded his senses. Sunghoon tried to focus, but your closeness overwhelmed him. His body tensed, and in his distraction, he fell back onto the bed, pulling you down with him.

Your hands braced against his chest to steady yourself, and you let out a small gasp. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you quickly pushed yourself up.

“I—” you stammered, stepping away from him, your arms crossed defensively.

Sunghoon propped himself up on his forearms, watching you with an amused glint in his eyes.

“Okay,” you muttered finally. “I believe you. What happens now?”

Sunghoon stood up, his tall frame towering over you as he moved closer.

“Now, you need to keep it a secret,” he said, his voice low. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “And now, I have to keep an eye on you… to protect you.”

When his face moved away from your ear, you stared into his brown eyes with both worry and an intense feeling that started to brew inside because of his sudden confidence. Sunghoon thought you couldn't get cuter. The way you were always so expressive and simple, always showing what you were feeling.

“Protect me from what?” You asked nervously, taking a few steps back to get away from his intense gaze.

“I was saying in general, princess.” You softly blushed at the nickname, knowing he was messing with you because you had confessed your feelings for him.

“Don’t call me that.” You tried to stand your ground and look serious, but Sunghoon just smirked at you, arching an eyebrow.

“Or what? What are you going to do?” He insisted, stepping forward and cornering you against the wall.

Your eyes met his again, and your mouth hung open. Your heart beat out of your chest as his figure came closer and closer to you, his intense natural smell clouding your vision. Soon, your back hit the wall, and you gasped in surprise, the cold feeling sending shivers down your spine. Sunghoon leaned down again, his face coming close to your neck.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath as you felt his nose brush against you, and then you felt something sharp against your skin, making you whimper. Sunghoon let his fangs, which had grown longer, graze over your skin. Your sweet perfume made him lose his mind once again, wanting nothing more than to sink his teeth into you. But he knew he couldn’t, so after teasing you for a while longer, he stepped away.

You stood there breathless, your chest red, and the heat spreading along your neck and face. You wanted to make a hole in the ground and disappear, unable to resist the tension that had settled inside your safe place.

“I have to go. I���ll come visit you again soon,” Sunghoon said with a smile as he left through your window. You ran there, trying to peek at him one last time, but he was nowhere to be seen. Just a small bat flew away, its tiny body disappearing further into the night sky.

The next few times Sunghoon came over, it didn’t feel as strange anymore. He was wearing casual clothes and his glasses, which framed his handsome face perfectly. Most of the time, the two of you sat by the nook, talking about his recent adventures.

You couldn’t help but feel pleased that he’d started opening up to you. You tried to savor every moment when he wouldn’t stop talking. Sunghoon never brought up your feelings for him again. Instead, he just hung out with you as though nothing had changed, enjoying your presence and appreciating how you always seemed so captivated by his stories.

Sunghoon couldn’t fully understand the feelings he had for you. Beneath the innocent fondness he felt, something deeper stirred. He craved to protect you, to keep you by his side forever. But even beyond that, there was a secret desire that grew stronger with every visit. It started when you grew more comfortable with him, and your choice of outfits began to change.

At first, you would dress up nicely—wear makeup, spritz on perfume, and carefully pick your outfits. But now, you didn’t bother changing when he came by your window. Whatever you were wearing stayed. Sometimes it was a short crop top and loose pants; other times, it was a long T-shirt with shorts, leaving your legs exposed. Sunghoon tried his best not to stare, but the way your legs lazily rested on top of his made it difficult.

Sometimes, he would even stutter and lose track of his story, but you never noticed, too engrossed in what he was saying.

Today, you stood shyly in his living room, feeling all six pairs of eyes fix on you. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you fidgeted, unsure of what to do.

“Guys, come on, you’re making her shy,” Sunghoon said suddenly, walking in from the kitchen with a few cups filled with something you didn’t want to ask about. He gently grabbed your hand and led you toward the sofas, motioning for you to sit beside the boy with a big smile and soft, wavy hair.

The boy’s smile widened as he looked at you. “Hi, I’m Jake!” he said in a thick accent.

You smiled back. “I’m Y/N,” you responded quietly, glancing nervously around the room.

Sunghoon thought it would be a good idea to introduce you to his friends, who, as far as you knew, were all vampires too. Your eyes flitted to each of them. The tallest, yet the youngest, was sitting cross-legged on the carpet. His black hair hung over his eyes, and you’d learned his name was Ni-ki. On the sofa next to him was Jungwoon, their leader. His cute blonde hair contrasted sharply with the intensity in his darkly lined eyes. Beside him sat Jay and Heesung, two tall, strikingly attractive men whose piercing gazes made you swallow nervously.

In front of them were Jake, the friendly boy beside you, and Sunoo. His fluffy blonde hair framed his soft features perfectly.

Jake seemed to take an instant liking to you. His arm rested casually behind you as he cracked jokes, clearly trying to make you laugh. His eyes stayed glued to your flustered expression, but you seemed oblivious to his intentions, simply laughing along.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon leaned against the sofa, his dark eyes never leaving Jake. He hated how close he was to you.

As the conversation shifted, your curiosity got the better of you. You began asking questions about their vampirism, eager to know more. The topic grew serious, and Sunghoon used the opportunity to sit on the floor in front of you. Without thinking, you opened your legs slightly, letting him lean back against the sofa. Your hands naturally found their way to his shoulders.

“Wait, so you can bite someone without turning them into a vampire?” you asked, your brows furrowing in confusion. Your fingers drifted to Sunghoon’s hair, absentmindedly playing with it. He couldn’t hide the proud smirk on his lips as he turned his head slightly, making sure Jake saw how close the two of you were.

“Yeah, but we don’t do it,” Jungwoon explained, his hands resting casually on Jay’s legs.

“Why not?” you pressed.

“It only happens when we’re weak and need blood to heal,” Ni-ki chimed in, taking a sip from his cup. His lips were stained red from the liquid.

Sensing the discomfort in the room, you decided to drop the topic. The atmosphere felt heavier now, and everyone’s attention slowly shifted to the TV, where a movie was playing. You felt Sunghoon tense beneath your hands, and then, without warning, he pulled away entirely.

You blinked in confusion at the sudden change but didn’t say anything. Jake gave you a reassuring smile, his expression telling you that you hadn’t done anything wrong. You smiled back, feeling a bit more at ease as you relaxed against the sofa.

Across the room, Jungwoon’s sharp gaze lingered on you. Something about you unsettled him—not you directly, but the aura you carried. It made him uneasy. He made a mental note to speak to Sunghoon about it later.

Minutes passed, and you dozed off on the sofa. Your head rested on Sunoo’s shoulder, who had also fallen asleep. A thick blanket draped over the two of you, courtesy of Sunghoon.

The rest of the group had dispersed. Jay was outside starting a fire for a barbecue, while Ni-ki and Heesung set the table. In the kitchen, Sunghoon and Jungwoon were finishing the side dishes.

“I have a bad feeling about her,” Jungwoon said in a low voice, standing next to Sunghoon, who was washing the dishes. The taller boy turned to his leader, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“She’s just a human,” Sunghoon replied simply.

“You’re getting too attached to her,” Jungwoon said, his tone firm as he gave Sunghoon a stern look, clearly annoyed by his dismissive response. “She was just a human to Sunoo too, and look what happened—he almost died.” Jungwoon hadn’t meant to be so blunt, but he couldn’t help it. That was why he was chosen as the leader. He only wanted to protect Sunghoon. Nothing more.

“That woman was crazy. She took advantage of Sunoo,” Sunghoon shot back, his voice rising slightly, disliking how his friend was comparing you to someone like that. “Y/N would never hurt me,” he added firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

As Sunghoon finished washing the dishes, he turned to help carry the plates outside. But his steps faltered when his eyes landed on you. You were fast asleep on the sofa, your lips slightly pouted as you breathed softly. Sunoo was beside you, also dozing off, his hair messy and his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

The sight made Sunghoon relax, the tension in his shoulders melting away. He found himself quietly admiring you, the way you seemed so peaceful and innocent.

Jungwoon, standing beside him with a bowl in his hand, shifted his gaze to the couch, carefully studying the scene before him. Maybe his unease wasn’t coming from you directly, but from what you might bring into their lives. His instincts tingled with a sense of danger.

He glanced at Sunghoon, observing how his entire demeanor softened as he watched you. That could be good—or very bad. Sunghoon had a history of becoming aggressive and possessive when he cared deeply about someone, and not just with you. The last time it happened, both he and Ni-ki had been severely injured.

Their thoughts were interrupted by Heesung’s voice calling from outside. They exchanged a brief glance before refocusing on their task. As they carried the plates out, the heavy tension in the room remained, thick and lingering, like a storm waiting to break.

Sunghoon’s vision blurs as heavy tears pool in his eyes. He kneels on the ground, his black pants soaked with thick blood and mud. His chest heaves as he lowers his head, trying to control himself. The fresh scent of the surrounding trees invades his senses, a futile attempt to steady his ragged breathing.

“What was her name again?” the tall man taunts, his voice strained as he struggles to lift himself off the ground. Blood pours from his nose, cascading like a waterfall and staining his holy white shirt.

“Don’t you dare!” Sunghoon snarls, his voice trembling with rage. One hand clutches his chest, the sharp sting intensifying with each labored breath. Slowly, he attempts to rise, only to stumble forward.

“It’s YN, isn’t it?” the bloodied man croaks, lying flat on his back as his lungs fill with blood. He knows his end is near, but it doesn’t matter. He’s uncovered Sunghoon’s greatest weakness.

And if they break Sunghoon, they’ll destroy them all.

Hearing your name fall from the man’s lips is the final push Sunghoon needs. Summoning the last remnants of his strength, he forces himself upright. His legs feel leaden, barely able to support him, but he limps toward the man lying on the ground.

“I’ll kill every last one of you,” Sunghoon growls, his voice deadly and unwavering. “And I’ll drink your blood from your skull if you or your deranged people so much as touch her.” He bends down, his bruised hands gripping the man’s collar and pulling him closer.

“Is that a promise?” the man sputters, coughing up blood that spatters across Sunghoon’s face.

Tired of the man’s defiance, Sunghoon reaches for the gun tucked into his back pocket. Without hesitation, he presses it against the man’s forehead and pulls the trigger. The gunshot echoes through the forest, and blood splatters across his face and the surrounding plants. The man’s lifeless body grows limp in his grip, and Sunghoon lets it fall to the ground with a thud.

The effort overwhelms him, and Sunghoon staggers. His eyes flutter shut, exhaustion gripping him like a vice. This is bad, he thinks, barely able to whisper the words in his mind. Realizing he’s at his limit, he shifts into his bat form in a desperate attempt to fly to you, using the last of his energy to stay airborne.

You were sound asleep when a sudden, loud bang against your window jolted you awake. Your heart races as your body trembles with unease. Your eyes scan the darkened room until they land on a familiar sight—Sunghoon.

Tears well up in your eyes as you take in his condition. He rests against your window, barely conscious, his body soaked in blood. With trembling hands, you rush to open it, tears spilling freely down your cheeks as fear grips your heart. Sunghoon collapses onto the cushions by the window, his body heavy and limp.

“Sunghoon…” you whisper, your voice breaking. “What do I do? How can I help?” Your hands frantically move to unbutton his shirt, desperate to ease his discomfort.

He doesn’t respond immediately, momentarily lost in the warmth of your touch. But the moment your fingers graze his fresh bruises, he groans in pain, snapping him back to reality.

You quickly rise, searching for tissues to clean the blood from his face. Each tissue soaks through, the blood thick and unrelenting. When you get up to grab more, Sunghoon’s hand suddenly shoots out, gripping your wrist.

“I need…” His voice is barely audible, fragile and weak. “Blood.”

You stare at him in surprise, cupping his face with your trembling hands, uncaring that it’s still smeared with someone else’s blood. Warm tears stream down your cheeks, and Sunghoon gently catches one with his hand, his dark eyes locking intensely with yours.

“You—you can have mine,” you stammer, nervous yet desperate. “You said you could drink blood without turning me, so… do it,” you insist, your voice firm despite the trembling in your chest.

With hesitant hands, you pull your t-shirt over your head, standing before him in just your bralette. You look away, baring your neck to him, giving him full access. Sunghoon blinks twice, disbelief flickering in his gaze. You look so vulnerable, so enticing, and it takes every ounce of his fading strength to push forward.

With a groan, he presses you back against the wall, settling between your legs as he leans closer.

Sunghoon gently takes hold of your hands, lifting them above your head and pinning them with one hand. His other arm snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You sigh nervously, your breath shaky, though another sensation stirs within you—the way he looks, so starved and broken, makes your thighs tense instinctively.

As his lips hover near your neck, the faint moonlight softens his sharp features, illuminating the slight glow of his skin. His crimson eyes gleam, fully consumed by hunger and desire. His movements are slow, deliberate, his face mere centimeters from yours.

“Will it hurt?” you ask, voice trembling as his warm breath brushes your skin.

“Hurt?” Sunghoon murmurs lowly, and you swear you can hear the faintest smirk in his tone. “No, princess. It won’t hurt, I promise.”

With those words, his sharp fangs sink into your neck.

A loud moan escapes your lips at the sensation, your body squirming under his unyielding hold. There’s no pain—only something deeper, something primal that makes your breath hitch. Your chest presses against his bare skin, and another moan spills from you when his grip on your wrists and waist tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh as he feeds, regaining his strength.

Your breathing grows shallow, your mouth hanging open as Sunghoon finally pulls back. His teeth leave your neck, and a single drop of blood trails down your skin. Without hesitation, Sunghoon catches it with his tongue, licking it clean, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

He doesn’t pull away completely, lingering close to your neck, his lips brushing your collarbone. Soft, reverent kisses follow along your chest, his hungry mouth pecking lightly at the tops of your breasts, still covered by your bra.

“Thank you, princess,” he whispers, his voice hoarse yet full of gratitude as his grip on your wrists loosens. You lower your arms, resting them at your sides, silently granting him full access to you.

You don’t reply, your body trembling and overheated, sweat forming on your forehead. “Keep going…” you whisper breathlessly, your hand finding its way to his face, lifting his chin gently.

Sunghoon looks utterly wrecked—his messy black hair clings to his forehead, his lips stained with blood, and his dark eyes, now back to their normal color, burn with intensity. You bite your lip, unable to bear the suffocating heat between you. He seems to understand your unspoken plea, his gaze traveling over your flushed face before he leans in, capturing your lips with his own.

The kiss begins soft and tender but quickly transforms into something passionate and consuming. His grip on your waist tightens, his other hand sliding dangerously high on your thigh. He leaves no room for air, his lips moving hungrily against yours. When you pull away to catch your breath, he’s already there again, his skilled tongue dominating yours effortlessly. The faint metallic taste of your blood lingers in his mouth, and you break away when you notice it, finding it dangerously addictive.

You rest your forehead against his as your breathing steadies, though Sunghoon’s hand remains firmly on your thigh. You glance down at it, silently urging him to do more, but he hesitates. To him, this moment already feels like too much. All he wants now is to hold you and ensure you’re safe.

With gentle pressure on your waist, he guides you to lift your hips and settle onto his lap. Sunghoon shifts back slightly, leaning against the wall to make the position more comfortable.

No words are exchanged. It’s just the two of you, tangled together as he gazes out at the night sky. The crescent moon casts its pale light across the room, illuminating your peaceful expression as you drift off to sleep in his arms. Your head rests lazily against his chest, his steady heartbeat soothing you.

Sunghoon’s fingers find their way to your hair, gently massaging your scalp. Pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, he makes a silent promise to the moon—and to himself.

He’ll protect you. Forever.

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more random dialogue prompts ,

“why do you have that look on your face?”

“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”

“what have you done to yourself?”

“did you do something different with your hair?”

“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”

“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”

“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”

“there’s something wrong with me.”

“no, i don’t hate you.”

“hey stupid.”

“we’re aren’t them.”

“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”

“you know you’re wrong.”

“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”

“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

“what makes me so special?”

“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”

“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”

“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”

“how about we don’t do that.”

“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”

“you’re the worst.”

“i don’t need you right now.”

“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”

“i thought you were supposed to call me.”

“take my hand.”

“i need you.”

“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”

“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”

“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”

“why won’t you tell me what happened?”

“you don’t know what this means to me.

“i know it doesn’t make sense.”

“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”

“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”

“your voice is putting me to sleep.”

“did you find what you were looking for?”

"you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”

“well, i guess that’s broken.”

“i thought it was part of the act.”

“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”

“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”

“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”

“how could you do this to me?”

“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”

“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”

“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”

“people think i’m weird.”

“i think i’m losing myself again.”

“you can’t be here.”

“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”

“do you know what today is?”

“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”

“i need to get out.”

“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”

“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”

“you gonna eat that?”

“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”

“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”

“we’ll never make it in time.”

“you’d be late for your own funeral.”

“you should have seen it coming.”

“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”

“why can’t you just be happy for me?”

“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”

“is this how you flirt with everyone?”

“how much longer till we’re there?”

“what have you done?”

“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”

“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”

“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”

“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”

“i never want to hear you say that again.”

“you’re all i have.”

“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”

“i was doing so well until you showed up.”

“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”

“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”

“how can you stand this place?”

“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”

“you need to stop.”

“i don’t like that look, what happened?”

“is that seriously your password?”

“what’s your problem?”

“you had no right to use it without asking.”

“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”

“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”

“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”

“why do you want to help me?”

“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”

“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”

“hey, look what came in the mail!”

“do you want to get a drink or something?”

“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”

“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”

“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”

“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”

“you need to leave.”

“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”

“i do blame you.”

“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”

“you’re no longer useful to me.”

“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”

[hitlikehammers]

Seriously though, ALL THAT EDDIE MUNSON WANTED in Early November, 1984 was to get a little high and maybe make it through senior year this time 🎓

...but if by mid-November of 1984 he maybe felt a little more strongly about wanting something someone else because 👑Steve fucking Harrington💗 is maybe his surprisingly (?) squishy heart's 🫀 fucking kryptonite🧪 and maybe, unthinkably, impossibly 🚨THIS IS NOT A FUCKING TRAP?!?!?!?!??!?!🚨 What THEN?!?!?!?!?

<<<last time:

“See you on the other side, Munson.”

And the tunnels beyond only let him watch so long, see so far. The weird shit in the air, and the bandanas he can see a scuffle over, to make sure they’re tied over noses and mouths, lit by weird pulsing colors, obscene squelching noises he can hear the echoes of even this far back and just, just…

Typical eldritch fuckery from a monster manual.

That doesn’t belong in real life.

It’s a fucking trap, Admiral. Good fucking god.

And Jesus H. Christ, but Eddie hadn’t even had the chance to light up tonight as he’d planned, as he’d explicitly driven out to do.

For fuck’s sake.

Eddie’s fingertips are numb from drumming the steering wheel so long, cuticles biting from biting too hard for too many minutes, maybe even hours. He can’t turn on the van, can’t risk the noise.

Wishes like hell he could, to drown out the stray growls, the screams, the howling, the definite fucking explosions of something, the…ripping.

He doesn’t know how he knows that’s what the sound is, the low screechy rumble. But he knows.

So he’s about three gasps of too-shallow breath from sicking up whatever he ate today when he hears something else.

Footsteps.

Motherfucker.

His legs are half-numb, asleep from staying so still, so unobtrusive for so fucking long, but he dives for the still-half opened back doors, doesn’t bother with the windows because part of the whole production was being able to hear something, no matter how sick it sloshed around his veins every time there was anything to hear, and he scrambles blind for something to swing, to hit with, whatever’s finally coming to his door but then it’s too late, the the hinges are creaking and—

His intruder’s just as struck dumb as he is, but Eddie has pure fucking adrenaline on his side, so he pants out while he crumbles like a string-cut puppet, so much for that tattoo idea—

“What,” Eddie spits, shaking his head more like a spasm, hair going everywhere and catching in his mouth; “and I do not ask this idly, Harrington,” then he’s wheezing kinda humiliatingly; “but what,” and he gestures wifey at the still crimson-tinged woods beyond, now lit brighter with actual fucking flames farther back, plus the not-dust clusters floating on the breeze and that’ll definitely be what Eddie blames for the way he coughs out hard:

“Actual fuck?”

“Munson?” And the way Steve says his name sounds like it should be accompanied by a frown, or at least more confusion, but what Eddie seesinstead is something like the…good sort of surprise.

Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever been even just a part of anything like a good sort of surprise. The suggestion of it alone here any nows heady as all fuck.

“What are the hell are you still doing here?”

And, well. He, that’s…

That’s a very interesting question.

“Umm,” and holy fuck, is Eddie glad it’;s as dark as it is, it has to be impossible to see proof of how hot his cheeks have gotten.

“Well, it seemed pretty intense, whatever you were,” he clears his throat, tosses his wrist again at the still-very-glowy maybe tunnels or maybe rips in spacetime, fuck if Eddie even knows.

“Wanted to try and come help but,” he shrugs, hides a little behind his hair; “not really my forte, but getaway car,” he reaches and knocks on the wall of the van, a little proud: “that I am a sought after professional so, I figured,” the he shrugs again because…what the hell did he figure? What the fuck use is he in whatever the fuck this actually is, which, which…

“But I’m gonna ask one more time,” because Eddie is nothing if not obnoxiously curious, so:

“What the actual fuck?”

And Harrington? Steve?

Motherfucker just snorts, and grins a little, despite the soot and blood and the swelling from the whole getting beat unconscious not so long ago.

“Gas leak, I guess,” Steve huffs something like a laugh that’s not actual funny, but feels more like an inside joke Eddie doesn’t get, but desperately wants to; “probably what’s been causing all the weird shit around here.”

“Oh, wow,” Eddie covers the weirdly gnawing ache to know, know, know this man and his little secrets; fuck, also his big ones, all his secrets, all of him, what the fuck. “Didn’t know you were a goddamn comedian, save some for the rest of us,” he rolls his eyes when Steve frowns a tiny bit, tips his head like a puppy who doesn’t understand and good fucking god is it adorable.

Eddie’s so fucked, isn’t he, and out of nowhere.

“King can’t also be the jester, man,” Eddie takes pity on him, explains, wonders if giving his secrets will merit him the pleasure, the privilege of learning Steve’s the way he wants, or finding something in the inklings he’s feeling that are real and not just wishful thinking or heightened emotions in an impossible night that makes no sense so maybe any possible future for what Eddie’s got sparkling at the edge of ever single one of his veins is just as nonsensical too, and fuck—

“You mentioned a getaway car.”

Eddie stills; and that’s not mean feat.

“And seems like I was maybe a little incapacitated in the way here so,” Steve leans in, close enough that Eddie smells smoke, and sweat, and might fucking faint because it’s fucking intoxicating. Eddie’s not even mad he didn’t get a joint in before the night went to shit in the maybe-best-and-most-fantastic of ways.

If it’s not just nonsense, and a blip of the impossible on the radar of Eddie Munson’s deeply unimpressive life.

But Harrington’s eyes are twinkling, and when Eddie gets over the thumping of his heart and hears the squabbling of tweens approaching, the question Steve’s teeing up comes straightforward, but then full of layers all at once.

“Up for giving us a lift, then?”

If Steve’s involved?

Is he fucking ever.

—

Dropping the little barnacles off doesn’t take long, even if they’re kinda scattered around town. Eddie gets an earful and a half about D&D, which isn’t the worst thing, though he mostly relishes see Steve’s reactions, listening to his little interjections for the shitheads to can it. It’s…there’s just something about it.

Something about him.

“My house isn’t this way.”

Eddie…realizes that.

“Yep.”

So fucking eloquent, Munson. Jesus.

“Pretty sure yours is, though”

Oh, look. All this time Eddie’s tried to write him off as stupid and pretty and he’s actual a paladin fighting dragons with an actual brain under that gorgeous hair, son of a goddamn bitch.

“I’ll sleep better,” slips out of Eddie’s mouth without thinking, because of the two of them left in the van, seems like Eddie is the one who’s fucking brainless.

“What?”

He really wants to bang his forehead into the steering wheel but…that would be a good chunk of what’s driving Eddie, literally, toward Forest Hills.

“Your head,” Eddie taps his own temple, keeps driving, keeps his eyes on the road because he thinks he won’t be able to look away if he even gives himself the slightest taste in this moment.

“You look alright now but like,” Eddie sucks a sharp breath through his teeth, because:

“Not gonna pretend you didn’t scare the fuck out of me, not to mention your brood,” because that’ll soften the really fucking telling confession, obviously, score one for Eddie not being a whole-ass sap about someone he barely knows and—

“Oh.”

Eddie breaks his own rule not to look in a fuckking instant, because that single word, more a breath exhaled, is…wondering.

“Oh, you’re,” and Steve looks like he’s working from something bigger than just Eddie making a fool out of himself for worrying over Steve Harrington’s wellbeing. “You wouldn’t sleep well because,” and Jesus H., Eddie stepped in this shit because now Steve’s spelling it out, but then at the same time…he’s spelling it out like he wants to see all the letter laid plain to…

Marvel at.

Almost like…almost like he doesn’t know what to do with it. And if he doesn’t, if he didn’t know what to do with being cared about, what the fuck did that mean for Steve fucking Harrington—

“Sure,” Steve finally says, pulls Eddie from his thoughts, his wonderings, the way he’s fucking appalled at the implication that maybe no one’s ever shown Steve enough regard to fucking care.

“Sure I can,” and Steve’s feeling the words out like they’re precious and not just…basic; like maybe he’s afraid they’ll go away:

“Stay.”

Eddie shifts into park and runs around to open the goddamn door before he can think twice of being that absolutely and indefensibly insane, makes sure Steve steps down from his seat without incident, without a single bump of scrape.

Holds himself back from guiding him with a hand at the base of his spine to the door but like…only just.

He throws a pair of jammies that look like they’ll fit and pretends to take time in the bathroom that not mostly just freaking the fuck out about the wave of, like, just…feeling things about the fact that Steve Harrington is in his house. In his room. Will be in his clothes when he convinces himself to breathe, and walk out of the safe space near the shower.

“Okay if I wake you up,” Eddie makes himself enter with words, lest he get caught up in just staring, and never find his way back out. “I think that’s what they say you gotta do for hits like that to the noggin.”

Steve snorts, but nods, and only winces for the motion a little.

“Yeah, dude,” Steve says, and it’s…fond. Good god.

Addictive, more than anything Eddie’s ever sampled, and he’s not as experienced as he talks a game for, but like, he’s had his share.

“What are you doing?”

Eddie looks up from where he’s shaking a blanket out to stretch across the floor. It’s cold enough that he’ll need it, is all.

“My uncle sleeps on the couch,” Eddie says, because it’s really that simple.

“Then let me,” Steve reaches for the threadbare blanket, grabs at the corner and scrambles up from where he’d sat on the bed like he damn well was supposed to, because he’;s got a fucking head injury.

Also he’s a guest, even if kind of a…guest brought here under some degree of duress. Eddie didn’t exactly give him too much of a choice. But he doesn’t, can’t dwell, because Steve grabbed for the blanket.

And his hand touched Eddie’s hand in the process and made it inconveniently accurate that now they both have brain injuries of one kind or another, goddamn.

“Get the fuck up here,” Steve finally sighs, but again, like it’s fond, and how, and why, as he pulls Eddie up by where they’re both holding the blanket still; “not kicking you out of your own bed,” he mutters, shifting to the side that Eddie doesn’t use. Like he knows.

Eddie’s maybe vibrating from the fucking cells of him until sleep finally comes in the form of Steve’s steady breathing, and the warmth of him inescapable and so fucking like comfort, wrapped in the worn blanket Eddie’s mama made when he was still small.

—

Anyway. That’s how it starts. Being anything, in the vicinity of Steve Harrington.

Waking him up dutifully four times before it makes sense to get up and go about the day; or else, for Steve to. Eddie isn’t into mornings.

But he does tail Steve out the door before realizing that Steve doesn’t fucking have his own car here, and then he’s shoving bare feet in his Reeboks and taking Steve to Loch Nora, where he’s still sleepy enough—probably, or at least it’s a decent excuse—to ask if Steve’ll call him a couple times today, just to make sure his head’s still okay.

And Steve does the…fond-marveling look that skips in Eddie’s chest, fuck all, and agrees. And waves at him with a secret little grin—and Eddie wants all the more to know those fucking secrets—and then, know what that fucker goes and does?

He calls. On the hour, every three hours until they both agree to go to bed. Like he knew somehow that Eddie was waiting, the whole goddamn day. Even if he doesn’t wholly understand the why.

But then of course Eddie can’t leave well enough alone, even after the sees Steve off that next morning and through the calls that follow after; can’t fucking sleep in the days that follow, not like he managed that first night, when objectively he should have been freaked the fuck out the worst, given even the hint of what he thinks maybe he saw in the woods—but whatever. Point is, he realizes real quick that he needs to know if Harrington is alright, with his own two eyes. Under his hand when he dares touch his skin just a little to see if it’s still warm and…stuff.

And yeah, okay, he might not know all the details or the context, but he’d picked up enough to know things were peachy in the most wholly fucking sarcastic sense possible, and the idiot is in fact at school that Monday when he absolutely should not be, if the state his face is still in is anything to go by, but…yeah.

Eddie corners him in the locker room, where Eddie doesn’t go because he cuts gym like he gets paid to—wouldn’t that be nice, he’d be rich—and he’s gonna call it a public service more than a vaguely stalkery act because hey, he’s a super senior but he thinks, just maybe, that sport-ing with what’s undoubtedly a concussion isn’t the best idea.

He pops out in front of Harrington before he makes for the back entrance after coming from his car between classes for fuck knows what reason, maybe cleaning his goddamn pulverised face a little, and shimmies him closer to the tree-line where Eddie’s storefront sits and its weird, or maybe concerning, because Harrington lets him with just the slightest sounds of protest—maybe he’s worse off than expected if he’s this willing, fuck, and what’s Eddie gonna do if the Golden Boy passes out in the middle of the woods, way to think this through—

“Any reason you kidnapped me from phys ed?”

Eddie startles at that voice. Remembers vividly—inconveniently—how broad the hands that the voice comes with are. How arm. How—

“You shouldn’t be having balls throw at you,” Eddie answers, more petulant that’d be planned. And wholly unprepared for the curl of a smirk he gets in return at the wording.

Jackass. His majesty’s just fine, Eddie should have left him. To—

“Knight in shiny armor again, Munson,” Harrington tuts at him, but…once Eddie processes and accepts the flush he knows is on his cheeks, he can actually look at the guy, who’s taken a seat now on Eddie bench, thighs thick how he spreads them wide across the wood.

Wood, Jesus, thank fuck he didn’t say that out loud to make it two-for-two.

“Gonna give a guy ideas, if you keep at this.”

And Eddie’s jaw drops a little at that tone, lewd little, taunting but not for the cruelty of it, more the playfulness like somehow the world’s tipped on its axis and up is down and Steve Harrington can make weirdly-close-to-come-ons in the presence of Eddie Munson. Or, fuck. Not just in the presence of.

Clearly directed at and to, in the absence of literally anyone else.

And he can’t know it, not then, not yet: but giving Eddie Munson an in, giving him the ideas?

That’s a fucking dangerous game.

And the wildest part of all of it is that smirk, that glimmer in those eyes.

Like Steve goddamn Harrington knows it, and—somehow, unthinkable—wants dealt in to play.

>>>part 3/3 ???

For @miraculousmultifan, who requested Post-S2; 'Now, I’m not going to deny that I was aware of your beauty. But the point is, this has nothing to do with your beauty. As I got to know you, I began to realise that beauty was the least of your qualities. I became fascinated by your goodness. I was drawn in by it' at my HOBBIT-STYLE BIRTHDAY MONTH PROMPT FEST—very late, obviously, and MID-S2, rather than post but it ENDS UP being post-S2, promise 🖤

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[okaysonny]

about james lee ╏ taesoo ma + first gen kings

𓇼 summary: taesoo finally found james lee — he figures he should tell the other kings.

𓇼 details: no reader, takes place after the dg vs taesoo fight (one night arc)

𓇼 wc: 1.4k

𓇼 A/N: thanks to the anon who gave me the idea! there's not much source material for any of them, but...i tried my best to write them in character (-.-)

!!! we don't know how long jaegyeon + dg have been working together. if it's revealed he already knew dg's identity during one night arc...we can just say he's playing dumb 😝

Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 created the group 'ABOUT JAMES LEE'

Jichang Kwak Taesoo? JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 Oh ffs Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Hello everyone. You know I wouldn't be contacting you all for no reason. I'm recovering in Gangbuk right now and I'd rather not have a group face time. This is about James Lee SEOKDU WANG Yeah we can see that. Thanks for making us look like stalkers Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Shut up. You know as well as I do how much that prick terrorised us, which is why my people in Ansan made a plan to lure him out. I found James Lee Jichang Kwak You have? JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 Seriously??? DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ Greetings 😊 This monk doesn't indulge in technology, but it must've been Buddha's will that this phone fell into my hands...What's this about James Lee? Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Hello Gongseob. Still putting up this sham I see DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ It must also be Buddha's will to choke you with my prayer beads 😊😊 Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 I'll snap off that prosthetic leg while you're at it DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ You talk as if you don't have a glass eye 😊 Jichang Kwak Jesus Christ, how did you two children manage to rule your regions? Taesoo, you have us all here, so get to the point. Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Right, James isn't just in hiding like we all thought. He's taken on a completely new identity, one that's very visible to the public...essentially, he's hiding in plain sight. SEOKDU WANG A new identity that's public? Why would James risk that? Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 No idea. But he fooled me for a good while when I first saw him Jichang Kwak But the bottom line is you saw him, right? So who is he? Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Yes...and I fought with him. Everyone...this is James Lee

Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗

taesoo stares at the screen in confusion. no one sent anything for a good while.

until finally:

DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ 😧😧😧 Jichang Kwak ...You sent the wrong picture JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 I don't even wanna know why you have this saved. Aren't you a little too old to be listening to him? 😬 SEOKDU WANG Exposing yourself in such a way...I'd be embarrassed if I were those Ansan kids Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 What the hell??? No you idiots. This is James Lee. He's been hiding as Diego Kang, better known as DG, a famous idol.

taesoo blinks as the chat goes silent again.

until...

JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 🤣🤣😭😭 Jichang Kwak Taesoo... SEOKDU WANG Go vegan and these hallucinations won't happen Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 WHAT??? I've seen him with my own two eyes, this man is James Lee...you guys don't believe me? DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ Hoho don't you mean one eye? 😊 And...lying goes against the 4th precept... Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Fuck you firstly. Secondly, WHY would I lie about this? DG is James Lee and he came to Gangbuk once he saw his name was being used...that was the plan to lure him out.

DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️

Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 What would I gain from making this up? JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 I dunno but I always knew you were weird. No sane man willingly shits in the mountains Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 ??? You know I don't live there, right? And that's not the point. I'm telling the truth. Hudson was there too SEOKDU WANG All I'm saying is...you're the most vengeful towards James out of everyone here...so it's not impossible to think you got confused and beat up an innocent celebrity... Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 WHAT??? THAT'S ABSOLUTELY NOT WHAT HAPPENED

DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️

Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Send a Buddhist quote one more time I dare you Jichang Kwak Everyone...let's stop bickering for a moment. Taesoo, why don't you just tell us everything that happened? Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Right...so basically, Hudson made a plan to lure out James by having a crew in Gangbuk use his name. James was obviously hiding for a reason, so he'd want to take out the threats to his concealment. DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ Little Hudson! 😄 His night club in Ansan is fantastic...or so I've heard. Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 😐 Anyway, it worked because James ended up coming. But before that, some 2nd generation kiddies were there...it's surprising but they were quite strong...I felt like I was back in my younger days. SEOKDU WANG Going toe to toe with the 2nd generation...this would never happen in Suwon Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Whatever. It got interrupted when this guy with pink hair smashed through the window and started fighting me...he did scarily remind me of James but I didn't think too much of it JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 I'm surprised you didn't recognise someone as famous as DG...then again, it makes sense given where you live 🤔 Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 I SAID I DON'T LIVE IN THE MOUNTAINS. And he was wearing some ski mask so I couldn't recognise him either way Jichang Kwak How did you know he was James? Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 That fucker repeated the same lines during our fight back then...that's when I knew. And when he took off his mask, I saw James' face in him. He didn't deny it either, in fact, he confirmed it for me. DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ Hmmm... Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Listen...I know it's hard to believe, but ignore the pink hair and flashy accessories and just look at his face. Don't tell me he doesn't look like James.

taesoo sighs as the chat goes silent again, bracing himself for whatever mockery they throw at him.

but to his pleasant surprise:

SEOKDU WANG ...He does look like him JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 And I always thought that kid had good looks...he could've definitely passed as an idol DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ They look alike, but how come no one else has noticed? Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 This weirdo changed his entire personality too. He's way more calm and stoic, not the cocky guy we saw back then. SEOKDU WANG Hang on, how did the fight go? If you're recovering in Gangbuk, does that mean you lost? Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Well what do you think?

taesoo rolls his eyes as the radio silence returns. until eventually:

JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 🤣🤣😭😭 Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 What is it now? JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 YOU GOT BEAT BY SOMEONE WHO TWERKS FOR TEENAGE GIRLS 🤣🤣😭😭 SEOKDU WANG I just watched one of his performances...Taesoo...this is a new low DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ Defeated by James even after forgoing his identity...this too, must be Buddha's will Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 I hope you all choke. Unlike you, I can admit when I've lost fair and square, no matter my opponent. JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 I bet you're crying behind the screen right now Jichang Kwak Stop it everyone. Let's not kick a man when he's already down. Taesoo has suffered enough humiliation Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 ? I just said I wasn't feeling humiliated but thanks JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 I don't get it though, why would James change his whole persona? It can't just be because of the first generation…and he must've gotten help from someone to become DG SEOKDU WANG Wait, didn't he say 'join our group' when trying to recruit Seongji to that 4 major crews thing? Could it be them? Or one of them? Jichang Kwak I think you're bang on the money Seokdu. I have a hunch about why James went into hiding…and who helped him become Diego Kang. JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 Woah. I feel like we're in a detective movie 😆 We should rename this group to 'Incheon Investigations' Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 I'm not changing it. And if anything, it should be called 'Ansan Investigations' because I'm the one who brought this up Jichang Kwak Stay on topic for 1 minute, I beg of you. Anyway, thanks for telling us Taesoo. I'm going to try discreetly look into this…you've been a big help for my investigations. P.S. - It should be called 'Chungcheong Investigations' because I'm in the police force. Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻 I had a feeling this was tied into the case you're investigating. James should be brought to justice. You've had to give up so much because of bastards like him. I hope you succeed. Jichang Kwak :) JaegyeoN❤️ Na 🚗 🤢 Get a room. Anyhow, is there a point in keeping this group? Unless you wanna make the right decision and rename it to 'Incheon Investigations' ;) Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 I will not. But there's no harm in keeping it, just in case anything noteworthy comes up. SEOKDU WANG ...This better not be a regular thing Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 Well I hated this conversation more than seeing that pink princess, so it won't! DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ Taesoo, can I ask you one thing? Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 What is it? DAEHO TEMPLE 🧘☸️ Since you're friendly with DG, would you mind asking him for some concert tickets as a donation to our temple? 😊

Taesoo Ma 👊🏻🐗 has left the group

A/N: jichang x taesoo is my fav rare pair ❤️ taesoo even said he'd investigate jichang's death at his funeral + he was the first king there bruh 🥺😭 ohhh my shayla...

P.S. - if you liked this, check out the j high gc fic that anon was talking about!

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[thezombieprostitute]

Your Husband: Reminder

Summary: Nick reminds you that, while your marriage was an arranged one, it is no less important to him that vows are kept.

A/2: Reader is female, plus size, early 30's. No other physical descriptors used.

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: Implied violence, Power imbalance, Smut. Please let me know if I missed any.

Part of the Yours AU

Nick Fowler is a smart man. No one can deny that. He rose up from nothing to a powerhouse in just a decade, maybe not even that long. He was a strategist who had yet to lose any territory to another group. Had yet to lose any of his men to prison. Had yet to be ratted out by the people in his communities. Nick Fowler is a smart man who knows how to run things.

Your father was more "clever" than "smart" and knew that agreeing to Nick's bid for your hand in marriage would be the right choice. Sure, at the time, Nick wasn't yet a major player, but he'd made waves. He'd also made examples of his enemies in such a way that made others opt for a friendlier approach. Your father was clever enough to recognize supporting this "upstart" would assure his continued hold on his own territory.

As a mafia princess you'd always known you would have very little say in who you married. Honestly, you thanked your lucky stars that Nick was at least handsome and near to your own age. From the time you were 16 you'd felt the leering eyes of your father's friends and business partners. While you didn't have time to get to know Nick before the wedding, you at least never felt creeped out by him, or that you needed a shower after being around him. He was a perfect gentleman in every interaction.

The wedding itself wasn't a lavish affair, for which you were grateful. It was beautiful, of course; your father had to show off his wealth after all. But you and your mother managed to keep it tasteful. Your dress was elegant, rather than showy, but still conveyed the idea of wealth and power. The decorations leaned into the church's instead of covering them up. It actually made things look like they were meant to be together, adding to the quieter idea of "rich and powerful".

The tastefulness of the wedding was actually one of the things Nick complimented you on during the drive from the church to the reception. That 15 minute drive was the longest conversation you'd gotten to have with Nick and it was quite revealing. Nick laid out his expectations of you and reiterated the part of his vows to keep you safe. The latter was the only part you hadn't been expecting. It was interesting.

Your wedding night, however, had been beyond your wildest dreams. For Nick it was a demonstration of how, while he was in control, he could still be good to you, for you. You were reduced to a whimpering mess by the time he was done with you. But he also took the aftercare seriously. He drew you up a bath and lavished you with praise and care. You found yourself clinging to him through the night.

It's your first wedding anniversary and Nick was late coming home. You'd had his favorite dinner cooked and ready to eat over an hour ago. There was no notice, no text, no call from Nick. And it wasn't the first time.

You let a tear drop. Your mother had warned you any husband you ended up with wouldn't be faithful. But you'd foolishly hoped Nick would be different.

He finally enters the penthouse and he's looking the worse for wear. His clothing, normally pristine, is crumpled. His tie is loose. He goes to the bar to pour himself a drink. You can't help the sob that escapes you. Even if you had no right to expect him not to cheat, was it too much to ask he not do it on your anniversary?

The sound catches Nick's attention. "I thought you'd be in bed by now," he says. He looks at the dinner you'd made, long gone cold. "You know I don't expect you to cook."

"It's our anniversary, Nick," you sniffle. "Wanted to do something nice. I guess it's my fault for expecting you to remember the date."

He sets down the shot glass and walks over to you. He tilts your head up, making you look at him. "Didn't think you wanted to celebrate being tied to me. You should have told me you were planning on cooking. I would have pushed everything in my schedule to make sure I was here."

"Including your mistress?" you bite.

Nick's grip on your chin tightens. "What was that, ma moitié?"

"Don't lie to me, Nick. I grew up in this world. I know you have...other women. Prettier, skinnier, younger women. You don't to want to touch me except to produce an heir. It's just the way it is."

"I never lie to you," he says through gritted teeth. "But you really think I would break my vows to you? You really believe I don't think you're fucking beautiful? Do you really think me so shallow?"

"It's standard for men in this 'business'," is all you can think to say, confusion written all over your face.

"If it's standard, why are you upset by it?" His voice is icy with rage.

"I thought...I hoped you were different."

"I am," he growls. He leans in close, "and you're going to remember that going forward."

That was your only warning before he's on you with a bruising kiss. His lips never leave yours as he pulls you up to your feet and guides you towards the bedroom. You finally get a chance to breathe when he pushes you onto the bed.

"You really think I'd be hooking up with someone else when I have all of this," he gestures to your form, "waiting for me at home? I ain't even looking at other women because they're not you and that's not who I am."

The fervor in his eyes has you scared. You've never been looked at like that before. If he's lying, he's doing a damn good job of making you believe those lies. You want to look away but that's not what he likes. You know he likes the eye contact.

Seeing the fear in your eyes Nick softens a little. "You are going to be punished for doubting me, for belittling me to my face with your accusations." He pets your hair. "But I understand it's one year of being together versus a lifetime with lowlifes. So I'll take it easy on you. Do you understand?"

You whimper as you nod. You've never been punished by Nick before and you're scared. You know that Nick is a killer, a proficient fighter. What kind of punishment does he have in mind for you?

"Strip," he orders.

You're quick to obey, taking off the dress you were wearing to reveal the lingerie you'd bought for the occasion.

Nick lets out an appreciative whistle. "And you really think I'd want anyone else?"

Heat rushes to your face in embarrassment and you take off the lingerie.

He gently cups your face, "So gorgeous, ma moitié. So good and obedient for me. Now lay back and spread your legs. I want you holding your thighs back." Following his instructions, you feel your body heat up, feeling shy as you expose yourself to him.

He lays next to you on the bed, still fully dressed. "I want you to keep those legs held like this, no matter what. Understand?"

"Yes, Nick," you nod. You'd learned early on Nick only wanted to be called "Sir" by his employees. He may own you, but he wants you to know you're above his underlings.

He slowly slides two of his fingers into your core and your breath hitches. He goes all the way to the knuckle, his eyes never leaving your face, before slowly pulling them out. He continues his painfully slow pace, gradually working you up until you whimper with need.

The second the sound escapes you, Nick starts licking and sucking on your clit, his eyes still never leaving yours. Again, his movements are slow and gentle, as if he knows how to apply just enough pressure to make you hungry for more. Especially when he rubbed his fingers along that spot he knows drives you crazy. You want to beg him to move faster, to give you what you need, but you don't want to push him. If this is his idea for your punishment, you'll take it. A man like him can torture you in so many scarier ways.

His fingers press a little harder as he moves along your slick walls and you let out a cry and grip your thighs tighter. His pace picks up and almost start crying from relief. His tongue moves faster and you can feel your orgasm building.

Before you can reach your climax, he pulls away from you making you cry out. You almost lose hold of your thighs, but you're mindful of Nick's earlier command. He licks his fingers before getting up off of the bed.

"That was the first one," he comments as he removes his jacket. You can't help the pout that forms and he cracks a smile. "You're going to take your punishment like a good girl, yes?" You nod, not trusting your voice.

"Words, ma moitié."

"Yes, Nick," you sob. "I'll be good."

He caresses your cheek, "like I said, I'll take it easy on you this time. You've only known me for a year, after all. You know I don't like being insulted to my face, but you didn't know I think of cheaters as scum when you accused me, incorrectly, of being one."

"I'm sorry, Nick," your voice quavers. "I did think it was just the norm."

"I'm happy to show you otherwise. Now back to the rest of your punishment. Keep those thighs held back."

"Yes, Nick," you submit, tears forming.

He continues edging you, bringing you to tears. You lose track of how many times he does it because you're so focused on trying to keep your thighs spread for him.

When he finally tells you to let go of your thighs you let out of a small cry of relief.

"Always so good for me, ma moitié," he coos. "Now let me show you how much I want you." Nick is almost feral for you. Your cries, your whimpers, your obedience. He swears he could've cum in his pants. The times he denied you your orgasm were much needed reprieves to keep himself from humping the mattress. But a lesson had to be taught.

Nick kept you in that bed for hours. He made sure to hit all of your favorite spots, making you scream his name as he filled your pussy. He showered you with praise. "Taking me so well." "So beautiful when you cum." "Fuck, love feeling you milk my cock." Though it doesn't take long before you're too brain-dead from pleasure to register his words. He finishes and starts giving you gentle kisses before going into aftercare mode.

As he's washing you in the giant bathtub he apologizes for the ruined dinner. "I know how good your cooking is. I'm sorry I didn't come home sooner. I really thought you didn't want to do the anniversary thing." You respond by hugging his arm and nuzzling him, making him smile. "How about, to make up for it, I'll take you book shopping tomorrow? Hell, I'll even see about buying you that used bookstore you love to visit so much."

Your eyes go wide at the offer, "you really mean it, don't you? All of it."

Nick's eyes soften, "yes ma moitié. I am in charge, yes, but that doesn't mean I'm free to hurt you."

You squeeze his arm tighter as your brain struggles to stay awake. Nick helps you into the bed and, just like your wedding night a year ago, you find yourself clinging to him through the night.

Once he's certain your asleep, Nick grabs his phone, quietly so as not to disturb you, and texts O'Malley to look into your father's affairs. From what you've told him, your father's been lying to Nick about keeping promises. If that's the case, Nick has to be even more on guard than he thought. Or make his move sooner than he'd planned.

Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @irishhappiness; @kmc1989; @lokislady82; @ronearoundblindly

[rhyrhy]

Ok I've never seen someone write this but viking abby has been playing in my brain 🥰

AHHHHH I HAVE THE PERFECT STORY FOR THIS IN MT NOTES POOKIEEE 💐

Headcannons

Viking Abby! who definitely names all her swords. When teased or asked about it, she’d explain how it ‘gave them extra strength.’. 

Viking Abby! Who sucked at hnefatafl, and when she was close to losing, she would hold your eye contact and swipe the pieces onto the floor.

Viking Abby! Who absolutely loves the longship, always volunteering to row because she can’t really sit still and secretly enjoys showing off. You’d catch her flexing as she rows and giving you that little smirk if she sees you looking. Followed by a soft, “See something you like?”

Viking Abby! Who takes her braiding very seriously. Her hair is always pulled back into perfect, intricate braids for battle. If you’re close to her, she’ll insist on braiding your hair too, saying it’s a “warrior’s bond”.

Viking Abby! Who hates the cold and gets grumpy during long winters, always complaining but secretly enjoying the chance to spend more time indoors with you. She’d spend the nights sharpening her weapons by the fire while stealing glances your way.

Draft/storyline idea in my notes

The haunting memory of Abby’s father’s death echoed in her mind as she stood at the helm of ‘the viper’, continuing his journey in his memory. The same crew that had pulled her from the wreckage of the attack on our village, the one that took his life, stood beside her. We were entering dangerous waters in the Caribbean, but she pushed forward—it was just another voyage.

She jolted from sleep by screams. Her ship was under attack Grabbing her sword, she rushed into the chaos.

As she fought to defend the crew, abby blocked a strike, grabbing a woman’s arm. Her sword faltered, and you pressed the advantage, knocking it aside. As their eyes locked, and her heart stopped.

“Y/n?”

The memory of two girls laughing, running on this very ship, clashed with the vision of your family leaving hers behind, abandoning them in chaos when fleeing the raid that took her father from her.

“Abigail ?” You whispered, guilt and disbelief written on your face “I thought you—”

“You left us. You left me.” She snapped of anger, her grip tightened on her weapon.

But Before either of them could speak again, a massive wave hit, Clanks of metal faded. sending you both overboard into the freezing water.

Abby woke, gasping for air, sprawled on a rocky shore. Her muscles ached from the cold, her clothes soaked. Struggling to her feet, she scanned the beach, trying to orient herself.

You choked out a mouthful of water, catching your breath. Sand stuck to your face, hair, everywhere.

Once your thoughts came back to you, you glanced around you, seeing wherever the hell the water had taken you.

With a heavy breath you closed your eyes for a moment, trying not to freak out. The water was unpredictable but sending your long lost friend your way? especially when how things ended years ago, felt like a cruel joke.

The reflection of your face came into view when her boots landed in front of you. You slowly looked up to the woman before you…and oh her face? That look in her eye of hurt and anger

nothing was going to be as cruel as abby once she gotten a hold on you.

[misstycloud]

Queen of hearts reader x yan card knights

As the next in line for the throne its most important you raise yourself with dignity, elegance and wit. You could not afford to fail or show any weakness. If you did, it could mean your downfall.

So you grew up with this heavy burden; classes in dozens of subject going from dawn to dusk, fearing you might get assassinated, polishing your appearance to absolute perfection.

When it was finally your turn to take over the crown, you were nervous. Despite having trained hard for this moment ever since you were born, you still feared for the future. Would you really be able to lead with the same strength as those before you? Or would you do a terrible job and doom the kingdom? Those were both equally possible options.

Luckily, you did have trustworthy friends by your side who’d lay down their lives in order to protect you.

Lucius Stormheart was your childhood friend. He’d been with you for as long as you could remember. He was the son of the captain of the royal guard, whom have been a friend of your father for a very long time. Perhaps that is one of the reasons the two of you were introduced. You were around seven and nine at the time. You still remember how he refused to meet your gaze and bowed deeply whilst telling you what an honour it was to meet you.

He was a bit stiff for his age, you believed it was because of the legacy and role he’d have to eventually take over; although you were hardly one to talk. If you had any other friends they’d probably also think you’re strange and not at all fun.

Lucius and you never really played traditional children’s games. It was already decided he would become a knight, so he became your guard. Of course, there was no real danger since you stayed within the palace but he took his duty seriously; constantly following you in silence and staying vigilant of anything that moved. Usually, you would have tea in the garden and he would just stand watch. You beckoned him to sit down and enjoy himself, offering him sweets and other delicacies, but he only shook his head. It went on like that for years. You grew tired of him hardly uttering a single word to you. He was supposed to be your friend but wouldn’t even engage in simple conversation. He truly was too stiff for his young age.

You recalled one day, you were almost an adult then, when you wanted to tease him a bit. You pretended to have lost your gold bracelet somewhere in the grass and cried for him to find it. The moment he bent down in the grass to scour for he (not) lost jewelry, you took off as quick as your legs were able. Lucius immediately reacted and shouted for you to come back, but you had gotten a head start.

You laughed as you felt the freedom you’d never had. It wasn’t long until you ditched your fine shoes and ran barefoot. The wind in your hair and ground under your feet felt great. Lucius’ voice wasn’t far behind you. Tiredness overcame you and you threw yourself down among the green and the flowers. You closed your eyes.

Not soon after you heard heavy footsteps and deep breaths. You looked up to see your childhood friend-made-guard loom over you with a furious expression. How could you just run off like that? Do you understand how dangerous it is for someone in your position? You could be attacked!

You ignored his scolding and rolled around, inspecting the flowers instead.

“Are you even listening to a word I say? Of course not.” He huffed. “You can’t run away from me. Ever. If you do, I might not be able to protect you. Imagine that someone had managed to sneak into the palace ground and was waiting for an opportunity to assassinate you, this would be the perfect moment to do so. Honestly, have you no sense of danger? I’d think someone with your background would posses more caution-“

You drowned out his speech. You were staring blankly at him, an idea came to you, you wanted to tease him further. Besides, this was something you’ve wanted yourself for some time. You rolled your eyes with a smile and sat up.

“- and then it would not only affect you but also-“

“Lucius.” You said gently.

He quieted down. It was evident he was not yet done and seethed in silence, after all, you were a princess whilst he was nothing but a commoner. A commoner inheriting an important role and being more privileged than other commoners was still a commoner nonetheless.

“Can you come closer?”

The young guard frowned but did as told. He knelt beside you and awaited your next words. What he did not expect was for you to caress his cheeks and quickly pull him in for a kiss. Lucius’ mind went completely blank. At first, there was nothing, no air, no light, no sound. Then after a couple second came everything, the warmth of the sunny afternoon, the sound of birds twittering on branches and the feeling of your lips against his. They moved with a gentle passion, your tongue licking his lips, asking permission to enter. He complied. It was sweet and warm, completely different from the early mornings and harsh trainings he goes through everyday.

It wasn’t until after you pulled away and smiled at him that Lucius remembered how to breathe. He stood up like someone had burned him- which someone had to a certain degree- and backed away.

Stuttering, he gasped, “P-Princess? What..w-why would you?-“

You laughed at his embarrassment, feeling a bit sorry for him. He was completely red in the face, matching the uniform he wore.

“My apologies, I couldn’t help it. I wanted to tease you one last time.”

Oh. So that was it? Yes, of course you only wanted to have some fun. It’s not like you get to do anything else out of pleasure in your life. You used him for amusement.

“…..Yes, Princess. It’s alright, but you should not do something like this again. You need to refrain from having relations with men that are not your husband- especially not commoners.”

That was the end of it, you thought. You apologised a couple more times before forgetting about the experience. Lucius said it was fine so there was nothing more to it, right? Unfortunately you had no idea of the massive crisis you’d started within Lucius.

You kissed him. Him of all people. Lucius would not believe it if he hadn’t experienced it firsthand. He wondered if all those years of him loving you in secret had been in vain. Did you know? No, obviously you didn’t. It’s just like you said, it was for amusement. You wanted to tease him like when you suddenly took off. It was only fun.

Nothing more like that happened afterwards. The kiss was long since buried along with other memories. That was the case for you. But not for Lucius. He didn’t forget.

About a year before you were crowned queen, Lucius took over his fathers position and became the new captain of the royal guard. You both had become so busy-him with his new job and you with preparing for your coronation- that you hardly saw each other. If you were lucky, you saw him training outside with the new recruits or wandering the hallways. You sent a mere nod of acknowledgement to the other person, no words were exchanged. If you had the time you would’ve mourned the death of the little friendship you had.

You believed you would be no more than strangers with no past and no future. However, you were surprised when your father had called you into his office and there, in all his glory, stood your childhood friend Lucius. His hair reached just above his ears and he wore the same stern expression he always had. The red in his armour seemed glowing, it reminded you of blood.

Your father then revealed the news of Lucius officially becoming your personal knight. When the two of you were young he constantly guarded you but it was more of an assumed responsibility. He was not actually in charge of your protection.

Lucius had done well in his new position and your father wanted to grant him a wish in return. The young man had proceeded to tell him there was nothing more he wanted than to serve his kingdom by protecting its future monarch. This wish was so noble it was granted without further questions, so long he could manage his other duties as well. It made sense, as the captain of the royal guard, whom else was more qualified to protect you?

You first met Sebastian Spade when you were visiting another kingdom as a preteen. The adults had their meetings and swatted you away. They ushered you to go explore the castle whilst they took care of the things that mattered. You decided to go outside since you weren’t too sure about snooping around in all the rooms, there was always a chance you’d find something you shouldn’t and your parents had previously urged you not to run into trouble.

The outside was also beautiful with colourful flowers and carefully trimmed bushes. You wandered, taking in the wonderful scenery. Along the way, the flowers disappeared and you found yourself at the training grounds. At the centre stood a boy your age holding a sword. He lunged at the training dummy positioned in front of him. Unfortunately, he lost his footing and flew forward. The sword landed on the ground with a loud clatter and the boy let out an ‘omfph!’.

You rushed to side and asked him if he was alright, which he was; just embarrassed. He told you his name was Sebastian and that he was aiming to be a knight. He managed to become an apprentice of a knight at the castle. It was one of his training sessions that you stumbled upon. Being a knight had always been his dream. Apparently his father and grandfather had been one, so it was in the blood. Or, it would have been if Sebastian hadn’t been so bad at everything. Truth was he wasn’t actually allowed to use a real sword, only wooden once. But he took one anyway. He thought that maybe he could improve faster if he got used to wielding one out of metal. Well, you got a first row view of how that went.

He felt so worthless. Why couldn’t he ever do something right? Why was he such a failure? No matter how hard he trained, he was barely able to hold the sword straight. Maybe he should give up being a knight altogether, it was hopeless after all. No one said anything, but he noticed the way everyone looked at him. They all thought the same thing, ‘why is he even here?’. How could he blame them? Even his own mentor didn’t believe in him.

You frowned, feeling terrible in how this boy had lost faith in all his dreams. Now you knew nothing of knighthood but you had a friend who did. You wished he could’ve come with but he needed to keep up with his training and besides, you were in yer another royal castle so the chances of anything happening to you was very low. So you decided to give Sebastian some tips; simple things you’ve picked up when watching your friend home his skills. Sebastian listened eagerly, desperate to improve. If there was any way he could become better than he wanted to hear it. That boy hung off every word that came out of your mouth. You did however assert that you were not an expert by any means and these where just things others have told you or what you’ve learned from observation. That didn’t matter though. Thanks to you he understood how to correct his stance and made it possible to hold up the sword- the issue he was struggling with earlier was solved!

During the entirety of the week you and your family were staying, you hung out with Sebastian every day. Every moment you didn’t have to be present out of curtsy you spent with him instead, which was much more pleasurable.

Sebastian was more than happy to have your company. Truth be told, he didn’t have any friends, good acquaintances maybe, but no one he’d be able to call a friend. He was also quite shy. It was to nice to finally have someone who believed in him, who encouraged and was patient with him.

At the end of the week, he had improved so much. It was hard to think he’s the same boy who could hardly even lift a sword. Sebastian was no master, far from it, but it was undeniable that he had become a lot better. Now he only had to hone his skills and he could fulfill his dreams when he became an adult.

The attitude against him changed as well. Before, the other students refused to interact with him unless they were forced to and they along with the knights made fun of him when they thought he couldn’t hear. Now, however, they approached him and wondered how he’d managed to improve so quickly and if he could lend some tips. Obviously he didn’t. They don’t deserve his kindness. Not after how they treated him. Sure, they never outright bullied him by shoving him around or anything but they might’ve as well.

Sebastian ran through the garden. He shouldn’t have since there’s definitely be a scolding coming his way if an adult saw, but he didn’t care. He needed to find you. He had to tell you about the praise he received form his teaching-knight after the day’s training. Before you met he never would have reached a compliment, it was a sign of the good fortune you brought.

His cheeks glowed red at the thought. You were so kind to him. He thought all royals were snobbish assholes who only cares about themself and their looks, now he knew he was wrong. You weren’t like that at all. You smiled, played with him and didn’t care if your dress got dirty. Of course, you preferred if it didn’t but you wouldn’t mind a scolding from your parents for once.

You were beautiful too. Almost too beautiful in his opinion. You were sure to attract a lot of suitors when you grew up. Sebastian’s heart stung. It was a strongly unpleasant feeling; imagining you beside someone else. Sebastian was young but not stupid, he understood what he was feeling. He shouldn’t be jealous, he knew that at the end of the day you were a princess and he was not even close to being a prince, and only a prince could marry you. Realistically he didn’t stand a chance. Unfortunately, his heart didn’t listen to his brain and he couldn’t stop the blossoming affection he felt for you.

“(Y/n)” he yelled when he saw you coming his way. You wore a nice dress that complimented your appearance. His heart thumped uncomfortably within his chest.

“Sebastian, I was just coming to see you.”

The boy scratched his neck. “Well, here I am!”

You laughed at his positive nature. Then your smile fell once you remembered the intent of your visit. “I actually came to see you..for a last time.”

“What?” Sebastian froze. Did he mishear you? No, your words were loud and clear so that meant… “You’re leaving?”

You sighed and nodded, “yes, my family has done the business they came for and we are to return home.”

“When?”

“This evening.”

You hated seeing him hurt. You wished you didn’t have to leave but you had no choice. This was always going to happen, this was not your home. You just weren’t prepared to make a great friend whom you could miss dearly back home.

“Oh. Okay...” Sebastian said in a low voice. His chipper mood was entirely destroyed in a minute.

That evening your belongings were loaded into a grand carriage. You took a seat on the soft cushions inside and scanned the outside form the window. Your parents were in a different carriage so you didn’t have to explain to them why you were staring outside so intensely.

You felt the carriage begin to move. You were really going home. Well, it’s not like you weren’t going to go home in the first place. This was always the plan. No matter how thoroughly you searched there was no sign of your friend. You sighed with a heavy heart. Not being able to see him hurt you too but you at least wanted to say goodbye.

And so you were moving in the direction known as home. Whilst you were thinking about the young knight-in-training, you saw a shadow at the edge of the forest. You leaned towards the window to get a better look and there he was, your friend! So he did want to say goodbye after all, although not in the most conventional way.

Sebastian’s breath was heavy and tired. He’d ran along the toad through the forest. He could feel the smal scrapes he’d gotten from branches(and the one time he fell over a root). It stung a little, however it was no comparison to how he felt inside. He gained and lost his best-and first- friend in the span of a week. And to be honest, you were a bit more than that to him.

He stared longingly at the carriage you were sitting in. He found himself hoping it would break down and you’d have to turn back around, which did not happen since the royal family’s belongings were only of the finest materials and craftsmen ship. Sebastian could only watch as you went further and further away, until you were nothing more than a dor in the horizon. Finally, he waved weakly. Though he was too late for you to be able to see it.

That evening he made a promise. Sebastian vowed to become stronger- better than any knight in the kingdom. Then and only then would he be honourable enough to flee to your kingdom and serve you there. It might take a very long time. But it was completely worth it if it was you.

You’ll see, he will be your knight one day.

[goblinontour]

i remember reading an interview from around 2007 (i think nme but i can't find it) where the band was asked if they smoke and they all denied it. big fat liars.

speaking of NME, since i can’t recall that one either, there’s this other interview that i find absolutely hilarious. it’s so weird but i can’t get enough of it, first of all, WHAT ARE THESE QUESTIONS…but he’s adorable! “me nana reads NME.” oh kill me now. seriously? ouchie my heart.

You've never been very hurt, emotionally?

"No." He bites his lip. "I've got that to come."

Mind you, judging by 'Favourite Worst Nightmare', he's been distracted from matters of the heart by affairs of the flesh...

When did you lose your virginity?

Alex laughs. "Teens. It were good, yeah. When we were at school early was early, y'know what I mean? I wasn't the first but I wasn't the last." Now though, you suspect, he's fast approaching "the most often".

[…]

Have your experiences with girls changed a lot since you became famous?

The mumbling kicks in earnest. "Things just happen don't they, sometimes? I don't ever feel like I go out to look for someone or anything. Those two times I'm on about when I were, like, 'in love have just come along. It's easy to be very cynical. The idea of meeting someone in the street, that seems like it's just from films and that, but that did happen to me."

[…]

“That’s another thing, when you’re with someone they seem happier in photos before you met her, or happier in stories from before. I always think they do.”

You think you drag them down?

“Maybe, yeah! Bad perception of self.”

And then there's the thinly veiled S&M references in the hell-for-rubber pop thrash 'Balaclava'. Have you had girls trying to handcuff you to torture cages, then, Alex?

He grins. "Some of it just comes from a subconscious thing or wanting to put that word in a song. It's fun to write about that, that's all. There's not many tunes about that."

He's just as cagey on the topic of narcotics. Witness: so Alex, has anyone ever offered you hard drugs?

"What do you mean 'hard'?"

Say, cocaine.

"Oh, yeah."

And how do you respond?

'Nah, you're alright'" Long pause. A shift in his seat. "My nana reads NME."

Have you ever had any big lost weekends?

"Yeah, you do, but again, me nana reads NME."

[…]

So Alex, what's your favourite worst nightmare?

"Jumping off a building," he recites, "because it'd be fun on the way down."

source

[mariclerc]

Drunk confession | cl16

Warnings: fluff, a little blurb, vampire!au, sweet and gentle Charles.

(let me know if you want part 2)

You and Charles are in a lively party filled with music, laughter, and colorful lights. You two are sitting in a cozy corner, drinks in hand, feeling the warmth of the atmosphere. You’re both a little tipsy, and the air is filled with excitement. You and him have been friends forever, metaphorically speaking, you've been there through thick and thin, even when he confessed to you at the age of twelve that he was some kind of vampire - you never left his side. He's been your crush since you were fourteen, but you were so afraid of ruining the friendship, considering you're his only true and loyal friend.

“I can’t believe we actually danced like that! I’m still embarrassed!” you giggled.

He laughed. “Embarrassed? You were amazing! I loved every second of it!”

“You just like seeing me make a fool of myself.” you say playfully.

He grins. “Not at all! You’re the cutest little fool I know!”

You both burst into sweet giggles, the sound mingling with the music around you. You can feel the warmth of the moment, and your heart races.

“Okay, okay. But really, thank you for always being here.” you sip your drink. “I appreciate it!”

He leans closer. “Always, chérie. You know I’ve got your back, right?”

You just nodded, feeling a mix of shyness and affection. “I do… It just means a lot to me.”

He watches you intently, a soft smile on his face. You can sense he’s about to say something, but the moment stretches, filled with unspoken words.

“So… when are you going to let me take you on a real date, huh?” he says playfully.

You blushed so hard. “A date? Cha, I... I don’t know…” you say softly.

“Come on! You can’t tell me you don't see the way I look at you!” he says teasingly.

You laughed nervously. “I mean, I notice… but…” you take a deep breath, feeling the alcohol buzz and the warmth of his gaze. “Charles, after everything… my last relationship was… complicated, you know that.” you say seriously.

He nods, understanding. “I know, darling, I know and that's why I’ve been patient... I just... I want to be the guy you really deserve.” he says softly.

You smiled softly. “You’re always so optimistic about us.”

“Because I believe in us. You’re my best friend, and I can’t help but feel there’s something more bubbling beneath the surface.” he smiled shyly.

You look down, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside you... A date? With Charles? That's not a bad idea but you still feel insecure about going into a relationship again...

A year ago you got out of a pretty ugly and toxic relationship with your ex, he tried to control every aspect of your life, it was like you weren't allowed to laugh or feel free at least, and even with that he cheated on you, Charles never liked him, he always noticed something strange in his behavior and especially in the way he was jealous when you talked to him. So, you take another sip of your drink, trying to gather your thoughts and feelings.

“What if… what if I told you I like you? Like, I... I really like you.” you say temptingly.

Charles' eyes widen in surprise, and then a big grin spreads across his face.

“You like me?! Like... Really like me?” he says excitedly. “With fangs and all?” he asked softly showing off his fangs and you just giggled.

“Yes! I really do… I just... I didn’t know how to say it!” you say nervously.

He giggled. “Aww, you’re so adorable, little bee! I’ve been waiting for you to say that!” he leans closer, his expression softening.

“Really? You’re not just saying that?” you blushed.

“No! I mean it. I’ve liked you for a long time too.” he says sincerely.

You feel a rush of warmth through your body, and your heart races even more.

You smile shyly. “This is so crazy…” you smiled shyly at him.

“Crazy good I hope!” he says playfully.

He leans in and kisses your forehead gently, making your heart flutter. The contact of his soft and surprisingly warm lips against your forehead makes you lean against his touch.

“You’ve always been special to me.” he says in a soft whisper. “And you deserve to know it each day, even though I always tell you.”

“I just thought you saw me as your best friend.” you say while you feel shy but happy.

He shakes his head. “You’re more than a best friend, y/n. You’re my favorite person in the whole universe!”

You both share a moment of laughter, the giggles echoing around you as the party continues.

“So, what now? Do I owe you a date?” you say playfully.

He giggled. “Definitely! And I promise to make it the best date ever!”

You tease him a bit. “You better not disappoint me!”

“Me? Disappoint you? Never!” he says while mocking and laughing.

You both laugh again, the atmosphere around you feeling lighter. The music transitions to a more romantic tune, and you can’t help but sway slightly in your spot.

“So, what would our date be like?” you lean closer.

“Hmm, let's see… maybe a midnight picnic under the stars? I could even bring some treats and some of my favorite blood-red wine.” he winks.

You laugh, feeling the playful side of him shine through. “Blood-red wine? That's very fitting for a vampire!”

He smiles. “Exactly! And I’d make sure you have such a great time.”

You feel a warmth spread through you, realizing just how much you enjoy being with him. He is your safe place, your confidant, your best friend, your home.

“You’re really going all out, huh?” you say playfully.

He speaks confidently. “For you? Always. You deserve the best and finest things in life, sweetheart.”

The atmosphere shifts slightly as you both share a comfortable silence, basking in the warmth sensation of your newfound feelings.

“I’ve always felt safe with you… even after everything that happened last year...” you murmured softly.

He speaks sincerely. “That’s what I want for you. Safety, happiness… and love... Lots of love.”

You look into his eyes, feeling a connection deeper than friendship.

You smile. “I think I’m ready for this.”

“Hm? Ready for what, amour?”

“For whatever this is...” you giggle.

He beams. “I’m ready too.”

He reaches for your hand, intertwining your fingers, and you feel a rush of electricity between you.

You giggle softly. “Look at us, all lovey-dovey at a party!”

He laughs. “I think it’s the best kind of party!”

As you both continue to share playful banter and laughter, you realize that this moment marks the beginning of something beautiful between you two... You two look at each other, feeling lighter and more connected than ever, with the promise of love and friendship blossoming between you.

[the-moon-files]

As I work on my college assignments that I have missed due to being sick I can't help but think *damn* I would absolutely hate being transported to another world due to all my responsibilities. Like, even if it was that zero time occurring between getting back home I wouldn't want that, because fuck what if time did pass? What if I got fired from my job or missed on rent and all my stuff got thrown out of my apartment?? I love the idea of being away from my responsibilities but I hate having to go back to more and more things I have to more things I have to make up or have just missed.

Anyway, my brain suddenly attached this to a reader who got stuck in the linked universe. The emotions they would go through because their mind isn't stuck on the past or present but in the future. What if they had pets? Who'd take care of them? How would they pay their bills if they got stuck in an alternate universe? It's a sudden absence of these things that really trip them up because they had so much to do and now it's all gone. They can actually live now. But also they weren't built to live life outside of the weird society we have. How can they learn to live if the way they'd been living was nothing but a mental ladder to keep up with. How can they keep going knowing that back home there are important events and people and animals that they are missing out on.

-✒️ (Sorry for the long ask I'm an a very existential mood rn)

Sorry this is such a late reply!! I've had a "fanfic author curse" kinda year tbh, so I'm just now getting back into my hobbies :/

(i just got so burnt out by life i wasn't even in the mood to play the video games, let alone touch my blogs/write for them :( which is sad bc i love talking to you guys /gen)

So, I hope this late response is okay, and college and things these days are going better for you anon!!

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BRO RLLY DROPPED MY WORST FEARS IN MY MAIL BOX ON A GODDAMN?? WEDNESDAY EVENING??? 😭😭 /LH

NO but SERIOUSLY this is genuinely a fear ive had in realistic isekai scenario situations,

So for like a year, maybe 2 now? Ive been obsessively consuming "isekai/reincarnation/transmigration anime" or this trope that somehow someway a character is misplaced from their original timeline, maybe just mysteriously yoinked/died/possessed another body in a diff universe, whatever, either way theyre There now, in a diff universe. And animes consistently gloss over this transitional period, that i can see real ppl actually having, to just sort of accept and move on, of course yo get the plot rolling.

But i guess theres just not quite enough sort of nitty-gritty isekai content yet for anyone to get have finally made an isekai genre thing that really goes on the other side of the spectrum, where the MC is like, well, THIS^^^

Like unless ur actually a hermit, youve either pushed away all ur family anf friends or theyve passed away, and you dont have a pet, pr whatever/whoever else,

ive learned after sort of coming out of teen years/rlly long depressive episodes that, Someone will always notice you. Theyll notice youre gone, and theyll miss you.

Like ppl hit u with that angsty, "nobody cares abt me" and then when u realistically sit them down like, "okay. What about your favorite teacher? What about your best friend? What about your online friends who will never see you log on again? What about your dog?"

Like yeah, who will take care of your dog?? Becaue where im at in life, if my sibling dies, ive got no one to care about my old girl, my kitty Mia <3 whos loved me since i was 12 😭

So, ive been actually wanting to fill in somewhat this gap in isekai genre by sort of expanding on it, i mean to be honest fanfiction is the only media ive seen thats gotten close to tackling this, with any amount of realism/emotional depth it deserves.

i hope u found this any amount of satisfying response, i probably would take this is in either a complete horror fashion/tragic scenario (which i don't write that often tbh) or a sort of "angst with a happy ending" like MC/reader worrying freaking out abt homeworld but there's a portal to let you go between worlds or smth

Peace out ✒️,

🌙📁

(i found a file emoji - how do we feel abt it??)

[11queensupreme11]

Since you emphasized the need for Percy taking a break, I can see her wanting to go down to Midgard for a bit. How would Cu Chulainn react to that?

him hearing that:

no seriously, he's struggling not to lose it 😭

there's no damn way he'd ever be okay with this. the idea of separating (physically at least) makes him want to throw up but her wanting to go down to MIDGARD????????????? WITHOUT HIM??? WITHOUT A PROPER GUARD OR ESCORT????????????????

no no no no no this is a terrible idea. goddess or not, midgard is too dangerous for her. percy's dumb and naive, way too trusting towards humans. what if one tries to hurt her? or tries to flirt with her? there's also the fact that she LOVES humans and the idea of her falling in love with some midgardian actually makes him feel like he's about to shit bricks 💩

and because she's probably already immortal at this point, she wouldn't be asking for a week long vacation but probably to stay there for YEARS, because time means nothing to them. he cannot handle being separated from her for a second, and she wants YEARS???????

BUT....... he's not dumb. remember, this guy knows when to seize opportunities and he gets a huge lightbulb moment when she tells him she wants to leave. he'd force himself to stay calm and nod along. okay, okay, fine she can leave. he understands. he'll leave her alone but: "you should leave tomorrow then, have one more day with the kids, yeah?" and she agrees. so they have one last dinner with the family, he takes her to bed where he makes love to her again. the next morning, because he's been trying his best to be more attentive and caring, he prepares her "plan b" tea that she always has now thx to aphrodite. but he doesn't use the magical herbs aphrodite gave her, nah, he makes her a similar tasting tea with NONE of the effects of actually preventing a baby.

he gives her the tea. she drinks it, and he kisses her goodbye and lets her leave.

because he knows that in a few months she'll come back to him with his baby in her belly.

[justaragdollysblog]

appears micheviously rubbing my hands

may we perhaps have that zooble idea where they’re stuck in a room through of mirrors or a customisation menu >:3

take as long as you need to write it/nf!!

Fear Factor 

A Zooble angst fic

@ezrazwrldz HERE IT IS!!! IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!!!!

WARNING: ANGST, PSYCHOLOGICAL TORTURE, IDENTITY ISSUES

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The one day. The ONE day they decide to take Caine up on his incessant offer to participate….

it was a fear challenge.

Zooble stood, doing their best to express how much they HATED this idea. Seriously, they thought they were supposed to be distracted!

Caine’s algorithm’s bugged, they thought.

There was a large…room in the tent, disguised as some kind of mystical fortune telling place. Dark reds and purples adorned it, with “Face your fears!” draped over the entrance.

Zooble was the last to go in. They couldn’t decide if that was lucky or not. They’d seen Ragatha, pale as a ghost walk out with centipedes all over her. They’d seen Jax run out screaming, something about corn.

Pomni, after she got out, laid flat on the ground with scribbled pupils. Something about heights, they thought. Everyone else came and went, and now it’s their turn.

“Well!” Caine began, hands on his digital hips. “Looks like you’re our last contestant! Can you brave your darkest fear, or will you succumb to the safety of familiarity?” He boomed dramatically.

Zooble glared at him. “For one, I don’t feel safe here anyways. Whatever your AI can conjure up can’t rattle me, Caine.”

“See, I’ll prove it.” They boldly approached the pitched tent of fears, looking up at him with a determined expression. “You’ll see.”

With that, they walked in.

-

Zooble was dumbfounded.

The inside of the tent, strangely MUCH bigger on the inside, was completely covered in mirrors.

And staring back at Zooble was their reflection.

They let out a nervous laugh. This wasn’t bad. Mirrors? Did Caine think they were THIS childish?

But….

They began to stare. And stare. And stare, only at themselves.

The parts they chose that day….why did they choose them? They didn’t even look good. They didn’t work. They didn’t WORK-

Zooble quickly looked away, but it was completely fruitless. The whole area was covered in the reflective surfaces.

They jerked their head around, catching every glance on the mirrors. Panicked and distressed whimpers escaped them.

Ugly.

Another mirror.

Horrifying.

Another mirror.

Why can’t they find something that fits? Something that works, something that doesn’t make them want to scream and break things and who even are they -

Zooble fell to their knees, shutting their eyes and letting out a deafening scream. They were sobbing, in complete and utter distress and panic.

They couldn’t get out, this was how they were going to die and don’t look just keep your eyes closed -

Suddenly, a whooshing feeling. Suddenly, the bright lights of the circus tent.

Suddenly, they were on the ground outside of it.

Zooble still had their eyes tightly shut, thrashing around in blind panic and anxiety. They were shaking violently.

Gangle rushed over, kneeling down next to them. She didn’t know what they saw, but it had to have been something horrific for them.

“Zooble? Zooble, can you hear me? It’s Gangle.” She kept her voice calm and steady despite her concern.

Zooble eventually dared to open their eyes again. “Gangle…?” They whispered.

She smiled softly. “Yeah. It’s me. I’m here.” She slowly and carefully wrapped her ribbons around them, helping them stand up.

She knew Zooble would tell her what they saw on their own terms; she’d never force them to talk about it. For now; she had to get them somewhere safe and quiet.

As they walked away, Caine nodded to himself. “An amazed reaction, indeed!”

They never did this adventure again.

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WOOOHOOOO!!!

reblogs are appreciated!!! see u guys next time!!!

[talkativeanxiousturtle]

The hour and a half routine is really not that bad, honestly. I'm just slow because my arms can't stay up for long. (Yay! Disability!)

For anyone reading this who might want to write Sherlock's hair routine, and have no idea on where to get started:

- First step: Wet the dries. Curls make it so that your hair, especially if knotted (say, someone hasn't showered in two/three days in a strop), will create layers, so you really have to GET YOUR FINGERS IN THERE, to begin untangling and making it all wet. With Sherlock's exact haircut (I am not kidding), it takes me about a minute, but I suspect that with thicker hair and without consistent use of conditioner it might take longer, since dry curly hair knots like crazy.

- Second step: Shampoo. Takes two minutes. Same as before. You WILL lose a ton of hair if you haven't brushed recently.

- Third step: Rinse off.

- Fourth step: If it's been more than a week since you washed, or if you sweated a lot, repeat step 2&3.

- Fifth step: Now the fun part! Press a hand towel against your head to remove most of the wetness. DO NOT RUB. Then, wait until the hair is only damp. Takes like, fifteen minutes, probably longer for Sherlock with his thick ass mane.

- Sixth step: Put in the conditioner! Never at the roots, unless you want dandruff and greasy hair, but really make sure that all your curls get hydrated. Wait ten minutes.

- Seventh step: Rinse off. Again. Be VERY CAREFUL to leave no conditioner, or the texture will be weird. Your hair should be super soft after that. If, when passing your fingers through it, it doesn't feel soft enough, do it again and make sure to leave the conditioner in a bit longer this time.

We're now about 30, 40 minutes in, (5 mins wash and rinse, 10 minutes till drier, 2 mins conditioner, 10 mins resting, 2 mins rinsing) and you can finally shut your shower down for good!

- Eight step: Damp a dry towel on your head. Again, DO NOT APPLY FRICTION. Wait until your hair isn't dribbling, and use a thin comb to part it and untangle it. At this point, you will have curls on the side of your head, but none on top, because gravity. You will look very silly and hate it. Pass a careful hand in your hair to give it some shape.

-Ninth step: Wait until your hair is only damp. Ten to fifteen minutes.

- Tenth step: Anti-knotting gel time! Put the slimy ass product on your hands, and pass it through your hair. Comb again. The big knots will be gone from earlier, but this will keep your hair from knotting again five seconds after it goes dry.

- Eleventh step: Put the curling cream in. Scrunch your hair with your fingers so the curls take shape. Individually warp each curl you want to be perfectly placed around your finger, hold for five seconds, and release. This WILL take fucking forever. Complain about it to your reflection, and wonder if you really need to look perfect after all. Do it anyways.

- Eleventh step: Seriously consider shaving your head. Complain to a friend about how big of a waste of time this all is, about how beauty is a social construct and how much more convenient it would be to straighten it. Remember you look hot with curls. Calm down.

- Twelfth step: Wait. For. It. To. Dry. You can't use a hairdryer, because your curls will get damaged (you JUST got done hydrating them FFS), and won't be as bouncy and pretty. As you wait, make sure to check in the mirror every so often that your most prominent curls are shaping up right, instead of dividing into two thinner, messier half-curls. This might take an hour, if it isn't too humid in the room. You'll probably have to accept that it won't be perfectly dry by the time you're out the door. Have your friends be baffled that, two hours later, your scalp is still kinda damp if you pet it. It isn't visible anyways, but you just KNOW it's there.

- Thirteenth step: There you go! Your hair is finally done! Now, stand frozen in horror as you remember you had planned to wear anything other than a button up shirt, and that you have to pass it over your head. Curse the Gods. Roll credits.

I know bbc Sherlock had many flaws compared to other adaptations but I think one thing they did right was his hair. It fits his personality. And I like curly hair representation in TV. I wish he didn’t tame it every time he wanted to get “neat” (like John asking him out) though.

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