#no seriously i sat down and wrote this in a very short time with no breaks i cannot stress enough how unedited and raw this is

[frogsinflannel]

for the make me write, if you're still doing that: 🌊🌊🌊

Oooh yes, always! I actually just rewatched Pacific Rim today, so the timing is perfect, thank you!

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The sun burns behind him, stamping the edge of the earth in fiery gold. Everything is waking up, shaky-limbed and bright-eyed at the dawn of a new day. Not just a new day, though, a new world. Everyone who wakes up today will wake up safer, the threat of the kaiju finally eliminated.

The breach is sealed.

And beside him on their raft, Tommy lays still and cold.

He is gold-lined, too, the pale skin of his face burnished bright and rosy. But he won't move, and the little breaths coming from his barely parted mouth are getting harder and harder to detect.

Buck fists a hand into Tommy's suit, right over his heart. Everyone who wakes up today will have a new world, and he'll be damned if that doesn't include Tommy.

"Come on," he tries again, crawling onto Tommy's body. "Wake up. Y-you gotta wake up." Buck's face is snotty and the hair at his temple is matted with blood. His blood, he thinks, though he can't be sure. "Tommy please." He presses his face into the juncture of Tommy's neck. He smells musky and sweet, with sweat and adrenaline clinging to his skin. "Please." His eyes squeeze shut, and Buck feels something swelling in his chest, a bubble that's about to burst.

They did it. They completed the mission. They saved the whole fucking world and this is what they get in return? The ocean around them is dark but never still - there's a gentle rocking as they move further and further away from their last drop zone. Someone should be coming for them. Maybe. Comms were lost long before Zephyr Rhea was, but if anyone can find them Buck knows that Bobby can.

Exhaustion presses down on him, heavy and oppressive. His whole body hurts, except his leg. He can't feel anything there, can't move it, and maybe he should be concerned but right now all he cares about is waking Tommy up.

"We did it, so you... you gotta help us celebrate. That's what we were gonna do, right? When we got back? Breach is sealed, no more kaiju, we're all having a party. Hen was going to get us a cake," he says, his face wet. He's getting tears on Tommy's neck but he can't bring himself to care. One arm worms it's way under Tommy's chest, and he presses their bodies together as tight as he can. "You think Eddie's going to forgive me if I don't bring you back? He's going to be so pissed. Chim, too. You promised..." He sniffs and buries his head further into the crook of Tommy's neck, mashing his nose in and getting his mouth as close as he can to his skin. "You promised Bobby and Maddie and... and everyone. You promised them that I'd be safe. That I'd make it back okay. Well fuck that, Tommy, because what about you? How'm I supposed to be okay without you?"

There's a cough that shakes the raft beneath him, the body beneath him, and a ragged, half-conscious voice says "Okay with... Me? You really have to raise your bar, kid."

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[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

Scared Half to Death | Bucky Barnes x reader

Hi! I haven't posted a fic in forever. School has been a nightmare.

I literally wrote this in under an hour lol it's very short and not my best. But I just wanted to get something kinda Halloween-y out there in time to celebrate!

🎃👻🎃👻🎃Happy Halloween! 👻🎃👻🎃👻

Warnings: blood, Bucky's anxiety, injury

Bucky pulled his hand from the doorknob with a disgusted expression. A thick, sticky substance coated his palm and dotted his fingers. He rolled his eyes at whichever small child had covered his door handle in candy residue while he was gone. But just as he tried to wipe the syrupy remnants on his jeans, the color caught his eye. The flash of dark red sent shockwaves through his system. 

He’d stepped away from the apartment for just a few minutes, only long enough to replenish his candy supply for the next wave of trick-or-treaters. But in the short time that he was gone, something terrible- something violent- must’ve taken place. 

He dropped the candy to the floor and struggled to yank his keys from the lock, his hands shaking with anxiety. And when he finally burst through the door of the apartment he shared with you, he only found more carnage. 

Droplets of blood dotted the floor. They coagulated against the tile and wormed their way into the grout, staining it red. Bucky’s stomach turned. A leaden knot formed in his gut and weighed him down like an anchor. Where were you? Was this your blood? Were you hurt- were you dead?

He followed the gruesome path like a trail of breadcrumbs, fearing what he’d find at their end.  Only a few hours ago, everything was perfect. He’d sat with you as you got dressed for your best friend’s Halloween party. He rested on the bed you shared and delighted in watching you dance around the room as you did your make up and put on your costume. 

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come?” you asked as you shimmied into your costume.

“I’m sure, baby. It’s not really my thing,” he shrugged. “You know how I am with big crowds. Plus, Halloween is a little weird for me. People dress as my friends-” He swallowed hard, “People dress as a version of me that I try not to think about… it’s just not for me.”

“Yeah…” 

Silence filled the room. Guilt coursed through your body with each beat of your heart. Part of you itched to change out of your costume and forget the whole thing.

“You know, I don’t have to go-”

Bucky stood from the bed and made his way to your side, “Yes, you do.”

A stern expression crossed your face, “I really don’t. And I shouldn’t ditch you for a stupid party-” 

“You’re not ditching me,” he said. “You love this party! You look forward to Kelly’s-” he paused, struggling to remember the name of the shindig. “What does she call it again? Her Creep-Tastic?”

You laughed, “Spook-tacular!”

“Right!” Bucky rolled his eyes at his attempt. “You look forward to her Spook-Tacular every year! And I’m not gonna let you miss it just because I don’t wanna go.”

He took your face in his hands, careful not to mess up your make up. Never had anyone made him felt so loved, so cared for. You put him first at every turn, prioritizing his wellbeing and his mental health above all else. You sacrificed so much for him in the early stages of your relationship; the last thing he wanted was for you to miss out on the party you’d looked forward to for the last eleven months. 

“Seriously, doll, I’m gonna be fine. I’ll hand out candy to the kids and watch some tv,” he shrugged. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

It wasn’t a trick or a test; Bucky didn’t secretly hope you’d choose him instead of the party. He only wanted you to be happy. And you knew he meant every word he said. 

“Okay. Then tell me…” you did a quick spin, “how do I look?”

Bucky eyed you up and down, drinking in the neon pink and highlighter yellow leotard. The electric yellow kneepads. The pink visor. The bright yellow high-top sneakers. 

“You look amazing, Barbie. You belong in the Dream House!”

Not soon after that, you left. He’d walked you to your Uber and made you promise to be safe. He’d told you that he loved you. And that was the last time he saw you.

Until now. 

The trail of blood ended with you. Bucky discovered you sprawled on your back on the living room rug, your body soaked with blood. Smears of red coated your neck and stained your arms. Your clothes were saturated with gore. This Barbie didn’t belong in the Dream House; she belonged in a nightmare. 

“Oh, god-” Bucky made his way to your side and sunk to his knees, breathless. “Baby, hey- can you hear me? Open your eyes, look at me.” His fingers traced your neck in search of a pulse, desperately scrounging for even a flutter of life. 

And there it was- your pulse. You were still alive; your heart still managed to beat despite the blood loss. 

But Bucky’s gratitude only lasted a moment. He still had to find your wound and stop the bleeding. He had to call 911. He had to keep your heart beating. 

His hands scrounged across your abdomen in search of a stab wound or evidence of a gunshot. But just as he reached for your side, you made a sound.

Did he heard that right? Did you… giggle?

“Whaaaaaaat’re you doin’, Barnes?” you laughed. “Don’t tickle meeeee!” 

Bucky’s gaze shot from your blood-soaked clothes to your face. “Baby?”

“Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, Barbie!” you slurred, your face plastered with a smile. “Oh, nooooo- wait, you’re just Ken!” A fit of laughter exploded from your chest as you sang, “I’mmm juuuuust KEN! Anywhere elssssse, I’d beeee a TEN-” A sudden contemplative look banished your lighthearted spirit. “But you reeeeally are a ten, Buck… and I mean that.”

Bucky remained frozen. He was lost, confused. Were you woozy from blood loss? Or alcohol? Were you even hurt? Did you need an ambulance or a cold shower? 

“Baby, are you hurt? Are you okay?” He took your face in his hands, “Why are you covered in blood?”

“Because this Barbie hugged her friend!” 

A befuddled expression took over Bucky's face. "What?"

The room spun as you struggled to sit up. Bucky’s heart leapt into his throat; if you were hurt, you needed to lie down. You needed to stop moving and let him dress your wound. But you moved without wincing, without crying out in pain. Sure, you swayed from side to side just a little in your intoxicated state. But that was the worst of it. 

“I hugged Kelly! But Kelly was aaactually Carrie! Y’know, the girl covered in pig’s blood,” you laughed. “It kiiiinda ruined my costume a little. Buut, now I look like Scary Barbie! So s’okay.”

A deep sigh of relief filled Bucky’s lungs. He rocked back off of his knees and plopped down onto his butt. His bloody hands covered his face. “Then what are you doing on the floor, sweetheart?”

“Sometiiiiimes… sometimes ya just gotta lay on the floor. Y’know?” You shrugged, “And I didn’t wanna get allllll the blood on the couch.”

He nodded.

"I guess I fell asleep for a hot sec," you shrugged. "I was just waiting on ya to get home."

Bucky did his best to regulate his breathing, to calm the aggressive tsunami of anxiety that drowned his every cell. His entire world came crashing down the moment he found you on the floor, and now, he had to put it back together. 

“You okay, Buck? I came home early cause I missed yooou- I missed you sooooo much,” you placed a bloodied hand on his face. “But I didn’t mean to ruin your night to yourself. I’m sorry…”

“No, you didn’t ruin anything. It’s not that at all. It’s- baby, I thought…” he shook his head. His heart still pounded against his ribcage, and his breathing hadn't quite evened out. “I thought you were hurt. I thought you were…” He didn’t want to finish his sentence. 

“Ohhhhh, no, I’m fine! I’m okay! I’m drunk…” you laughed, “But I’m okay!”

Bucky pulled you close, grateful that the blood clinging to your skin came out of a bottle. "I know that now, I'm just..." he took a deep breath. "It's just gonna take a minute for my body to catch up with my brain."

His hand roamed up and down your spine. He needed to feel you breathe, to feel your voice vibrate against his palm. Seeing you like that- bloody and unresponsive- on the floor of the home you shared nearly scared him to death.

This wasn't the kind of Halloween scare that flooded his system with pins and needles and left him laughing. No, this stripped him of all breath, of all ability to think. It cut him to the bone.

He never wanted to imagine you getting hurt, getting killed. For him, losing you was a fate worse than death.

The two of you sat there together in the quiet calm as Bucky remembered how to breathe. He held onto you as tightly as he could without leaving bruises, and didn't care than you'd stained his white shirt with your gory mess.

“I’m glad you’re home, doll. And that you’re okay," he said after his heart returned to its normal pacing. "I just- I didn’t expect Bloody Barbie.”

You shrugged, “No one ever does.”

Bucky let out a loud laugh that echoed off the walls and made your heart flutter. “Alright, we need to clean you up and get you to bed, baby. I think we’ve both had enough Halloween shenanigans for the year.”

You allowed him to help you to your feet and guide you to the bathroom for a much needed shower. He was always there for you when you needed him, even without you asking. You knew he'd protect you, do anything for you- he'd even scrub fake blood from your nail beds.

"Buck?" you whispered as he helped you into bed.

"Yeah, baby?"

"You're soooo much better than Ken."

He knew it was a genuine, drunken compliment, but it nearly made him burst out laughing. "Thank you, doll. Yeah, I prefer Allan anyway."

"Saaaaaaame," you sighed, melting into your pillow.

Bucky tucked the covers around you and made sure your water was within reach. He placed a kiss to your forehead, once again thanking his lucky stars that you were home safe.

"Goodnight, Barbie."

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[angelagiarratana]

You Make It Easy

This is really similar to a blurb I saw last night but I wrote this early yesterday so….

The day you and Ang decided to tell the cast and crew at Smosh, you knew she was going to sneak it into every shoot. Really just to fuck with you. She knew if she played her cards right she could win any game, get you to laugh, blush, forget what you were saying, and you saw it in her eyes. It became a thing. People at work knew it was happening.

"You guys really waited for me, and then just took me out!" Angela waved her cast around for emphasis, the whole table laughing at how fast she lost UNO. "AG at least, we waited?" You and Courtney both puppy dog eyes at her, Arasha staring at Angela, waiting for her next move. Keith was already on it, "This is the part where Angela flirts with Y/n, she blushes, and everyone laughs at Angela's joke." Keith deadpanning at the camera. Angela was offended at Kieth exposing her newest bit like that. She went from feral guinea pig to cool as hell when she started flirting with you on camera. "Hey now!" Courtney slapped the table, "It's cute! Okay? Y/n absolutely melts and Angela gets that dopey look in her eyes!" Everyone laughed and moved on. What no one saw was Angela asking Keith if she should stop or tone it down for the sake of everyone. Keith hugged her, "Angela if I had an issue with your comedy I would come to you about." High fived her good hand and winked at her.

This time, it wasn't so sweet, it was alright hilarious. Angela was sitting on a stool along with Courtney, Ian, Chanse, and Amanda. You were waiting for your turn trying to think of literally anything, "Y/n! You're up!" Kiana called from behind the cameras. "Fuck it." You grabbed the first prop you could and walked out. You looked down at your hand to find Angela's phone, why was it on the prop rack? Great question! Your eyes went wide and you knew exactly what to do. You opened the camera and squatted awkwardly, filming them on the stools, "Wait could you do that again? It was really funny! I wanna put it on my Instagram story!" You moved closer to her, almost in her face. Courtney spitting. Angela held it in by avoiding eye contact but the second your eyes met, she lost it. Water flying directly onto your shirt, pants, hair, and her phone, "AG! You fucking spit on me!"

There was a beat, you swear you heard The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly playing. You saw the gears turn in her head, she made direct eye contact and said, "You act like it's the first time." Dead serious, straight face, and just stares at you as everyone loses it. Ian, Chanse, and Amanda all spit. The cast in the back comes walking out dying. Shayne is off-camera screaming. Your face goes bright red, your brain short-circuiting not knowing to laugh, run, or shoot back at her. You eventually give up, finally breaking eye contact and chuckling loudly. Your ribs hurt from laughter. Angela just sits on her stool, smug as hell.

After the shoot, Amanda walks up to the couch you were lying on giving you the cool mom look. You hid your face with your hands feeling very shy about Amanda knowing your sex life. She has such mother energy to her that just, made you feel so nervous about this. "Now, Y/n. I learned something very interesting about you today." She sat down at your feet. From behind your hands, you responded, "Yep." She tapped the back of your hand, "I can't hear you." She was fully accepting the bit at this point, trying anything to get you to take a deep breath. You moved your hands finally seeing the mom look she was wearing and laughed loudly. Amanda relaxed her posture and uncrossed her legs, fully becoming Amanda again. "No seriously how are you feeling?" She grabbed your ankle, "Angela is somewhere freaking out that she crossed a line with you and HR." Your heart dropped and you sat up, "Where is she?" You were on your feet Amanda following behind you as you walked.

Checking room after room, closet after closet until you finally found her outside sitting against the building. Amanda stayed inside but stood by the door. Angela saw you approaching and used her hand to brush away the dirt from the ground beside her. You smiled sadly at the action and plopped down beside her. Pulling her head onto your shoulder and hand into yours. She sniffled from your shoulder, "I'm sorry." You kissed her temple, "You don't need to be. It was funny. If it was an issue I would've lost it and silent laughed." She hummed. You rubbed her hand with your thumb, "And no one from HR or Ian or Zoe is looking for you. They would've said something during the shoot." She sighed, "Yeah. I just take things too far sometimes." You squeezed her hand, "You're in your head love. Everyone takes things too far once in a while, we're human. I wouldn't say it's something you do. You don't have to think that about yourself." She sniffled. There was a comforting silence.

After a few minutes, Amanda stuck her head out the door, "Hey, I don't want to interrupt but they're ready when we are. Kiana said no rush." You smiled and thanked her. She nodded and gave you the 'how is she look?', you smiled and mouthed 'she's okay'. She closed the door and went to grab both of your phones, water bottles, and a snack for Angela. Anglea picked her head up and looked at you. She took in the warmth of your gaze, how your hair was slightly moving with the wind, and how radiant you are. "Thank you for always knowing what to say." You smiled wide, "You never have to thank me, you make it easy." She pressed a sweet kiss to your lips and gave a look so full of love she didn't have to say it. "I love you too."

[thehereticdiaries]

WKTO: Breakfast and Boy Bands

Summary: You and Chelsea have a mini freak out over your breakfast invite. Meanwhile, Hongjoong isn't very happy with San. But don't worry, the members warm up to you at the cafe!

Mostly written story and texts with a few tweets

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You didn't put your phone down until Chelsea threw a pillow at you, smacking you right in the face. You yelped and fell over dramatically, earning an eye roll from your best friend.

"Dude it's almost 2am! You know how long it takes me to get ready, I have to be up by 7 if we're gonna get to breakfast at 9," Chelsea whined and buried her head under her remaining pillow.

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry, geez." You switched off your phone and burrowed under the blankets. Both of you fell asleep within minutes, exhausted from the excitement of the day.

Hongjoong was beyond frustrated. He honestly couldn't believe his members could be so reckless. It was no use arguing about it, since the only one on his side was Jongho.

"Seriously, Seonghwa. Asking a fan to join us at breakfast? What was San thinking?" The tired captain complained to the equally tired eldest member.

"I know, Hongjoong. You've said it four times already. Just go to sleep."

"Fine."

You woke up almost an hour and a half after Chelsea. Unlike your friend, most days you only needed about 20 minutes to get ready for the day. Sure, on special occasions you go all out, but this was a simple breakfast at a simple cafe with a simple... idol group. Suddenly your weather-appropriate denim shorts and baby tee felt way too lackluster for a meeting with fucking Ateez.

"Chelseeeeaaaa I can't go wearing this!" You flopped face-first into your bed.

"Y/N, they're just people. Our outfits are fine." Chelsea was one of those people that wore leggings no matter the weather. Today was no different, as she wore plain black leggings and a halter-style tank top. You were surprised you were able to convince her to wear her one-and-only pair of ripped jeans to the concert.

"I am so jealous of your ability to stay so chill." She snorted at your grumbling, grabbing your hands to pull you to your feet.

"Let's go, it's almost 9." After grabbing your phone, wallet, and room key, you and Chelsea speed-walked to the cafe. You ended up a few minutes late, and when the bell jingled above the door eight sets of eyes turned on the two of you.

"Atiny!" San beamed, being the first to stand and greet you. "I'm happy you decided to come. You must be Chelsea."

"That's me," she nodded. She peeked around his shoulder to the other members. "I guess we'll join you guys after we order our food?"

"Oh, we haven't ordered yet," Yeosang smirked at San, who was frantically trying to shush him without drawing your attention.

"How come?" You titled your head in confusion.

"San and Mingi insisted on waiting for you to start," Wooyoung snickered behind his hand.

"Yah! Don't bring me into this!"

"Well it's true! You're the one that said we couldn't let a pretty girl pay for herself," Yunho teased very loudly, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

"Watch it, Song." Chelsea pointed at the tall idol.

"Wh-"

"This is my best friend right here." She shook your shoulders roughly. "I don't take kindly to boys messing with her feelings."

"Chelsea!" You swatted her hands away, having dealt with her 'protective older sister' mode many times in the past. Poor Mingi was beet-red and floundering to defend himself.

"Relax, I'm joking. Mostly," she waved you off and walked to the table, leaving you and San behind. You would never understand where she got her abundance of confidence. You pinched the bridge of your nose, fighting back a blush of your own.

"Come on," San urged you forward with a hand between your shoulder-blades. You sat between Yunho and Yeosang, glaring at Chelsea as she abandoned you for Seonghwa. The cafe had a cute little menu full of specialty lattes and pastries. Hongjoong wrote his members' orders down before looking at you expectantly.

"O-oh, I can pay for my own. It's no-"

"Just let him," Yeosang whispered to you behind his hand. "He won't admit it, but he wants to treat you both."

"I can hear you, Yeosang," Hongjoong leveled the younger member with a flat glare. Reluctantly, you told the leader your order. Chelsea did not hesitate, but thankfully didn't go overboard.

"So, are you students?" And through the power of small-talk, you felt yourself beginning to relax. Hongjoong returned with a table number shortly into the conversation.

"You drove four hours to see our show?!" Wooyoung gaped between you and Chelsea.

"This was the closest venue, so yup!" Your friend quipped, thumbs flying over her phone screen as she texted one of her other group chats.

"It still blows my mind that we have such dedicated fans," San gushed, smiling widely at the two of you. Pretty soon, two food runners brought out your drinks and pastries. You ate quietly, letting Chelsea lead the conversation for you.

"Are you alright?" Yunho asked softly, leaning close to your ear. You shivered as his breath fanned over your skin.

"I'm okay. I just take a while to open up. Plus, I'm feeling a little starstruck right now," you assured him. He nodded, squeezing your shoulder and straightening out in his seat. You were very aware of the arm he left draped over the back of your chair. Based on the look you got from Chelsea, she noticed as well. The rest of the meal went by more normally than you expected. Chelsea was right: they were just people. You all stood in the hotel lobby to say your final goodbyes.

"Thank you. I honestly never expected to meet you, let alone have the opportunity to hang out," you grinned at the idols. They moved toward the elevator, several members stopping to give you and Chelsea quick hugs. You waited patiently for them to enter the elevator so you could properly freak out with your best friend. San stopped just outside as the doors closed, waving to a pissed-off Hongjoong.

"What are you doing? Aren't you gonna get in trouble for this?" Chelsea asked as he jogged back up to you.

"He'll get over it." He looked directly at you now. "Can I get your number?" You froze, eyes wide and face turning a bright pink.

"YES!" You cringed at your friend's shout. She cleared her throat. "Yes, you can have her number. It's xxx-xxx-xxxx." San scrambled to write it down, calling you right away so you'd know it was actually him and not some weirdo catfish. You continued to stare wordlessly as he stepped into the elevator, disappearing from your sight moments later.

You could only think of one thing to say: "Oh. My. GOD."

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[lcvehee]

lost and found

# 06. 'i don't need friends'

꩜ .ᐟ a/n: wrote this in the airport during my 7-hour layover LOL. im just a girl🎀

꩜ .ᐟ warnings: y/n and sohee are both losers who cannot communicate. the two groupchats are simultaneously plotting. not proofread (yet).

sohee stood stiffly at the bus stop, his blank gaze fixed on the pavement, while his hands were fumbling with the straps of his bag. he didn't know what to do, after last night's reveal.

y/n tweeted about me, not once, not twice but multiple times.

imaginary cogs were whirring in his mind, followed by the furrowing of his brows.

"hey." a voice pulled him out of his spinning thoughts, making him look up. his wide eyed gaze met y/n's stare, a befuddled look adorning his face.

"y/n! you're, uh, here," he stuttered, avoiding her eyes. i'm such an idiot... just act normally, sohee.

"indeed, i am," she deadpanned, cocking her eyebrow at his odd behaviour. "let's go?"

sohee nodded wordlessly while adjusting his yellow beanie.

god, anton's right. he really doesn't want to be here. he probably hates me.

as they walked towards the coffee shop, no one dared to speak a word, not even spare a glance to the other. only the sound of cars rushing by and footsteps on wet concrete could be heard.

the rest of the morning went by quite slowly, and only some hushed words were exchanged. unlike sohee's groupchat, his phone vibrated so much, he had to put in on silent. something was brewing and he had a bad feeling about it.

the rare times in which their eyes would meet were always cut short by one of them looking away. sohee could feel his heartbeat quicken every time their eyes locked, panic setting in his system; he wondered if she could see right through him.

a few times, y/n did notice him pulling up his phone in her peripheral vision, typing on his keyboard, but not the way his voice would waver whenever she asked him a question, or the way his ears would be dusted a slight shade of pink when their elbows brushed while tracing sentences in the book.

what's up with him? something's seriously bothering him. a bitter feeling grew inside her stomach.

then, he would look up from his phone, his eyes widening when they met hers, before placing his phone face down, and then looking again at his laptop screen, avoiding her entirely.

that dull ache sat in her gut the whole afternoon.

a week later.

"giselle, i wanna go home."

"what? absolutely not." she placed a hand on y/n's bare shoulder. "you've been stressed out, you should let loose."

"you might meet someone here." yeri added excitedly.

y/n put a finger to yeri's lips to shush her. "please, spare me."

anton watched her walk away with a grimace on her face. anton snorted to himself.

"oh my gosh. what if giselle set her up with one of wonbin's friends?" yeri covered her mouth.

anton chuckeld, elbowing giselle.

"what if you paired her up with..." he said, "...wonbin," he whispered the last part, covering his mouth.

y/n turned around, frowning. "what are you guys blabbering about?"

"nothing." the three straightened up, flashing y/n a very reassuring smile.

"you guys are scary."

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[pluvpluvpluv]

Served Cold

18+ || MDNI || Content Warnings: violence, major HL game spoiler(s), swearing, I think that’s it.

Word Count: ~1.3k

Garreth Weasley x f!Ravenclaw!MC

A/N: Enjoy angry Garreth standing up for MC like 2 years after the fact but it’s the thought that counts really. I also wrote this almost all in one sitting so it is barely proofread xoxo Pluv

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“I want to hear all about fifth year,” Garreth insisted, finally coming down from the mild temper tantrum he threw when MC showed him the Room of Requirement…and accidentally let it slip that it had been his aunt who showed it to her in hopes of giving her somewhere private to catch up on her studies.

“You spent a lot of time with Sebastian that year.”

MC immediately clocked the jealousy in his voice, and she didn’t even try to hide the smug smile that settled on her face.

“And I’ve spent a lot of time with you every year since. I was trying to help him find a cure for Anne. We both went through a lot that year. Really Gare, it’s like having a brother.”

“And you two weren’t able to find anything to help Anne?”

His voice grew soft at the mention of the other Sallow twin. She had touched more hearts than just those in her house. Garreth remembered the girl fondly, filled with memories of antics that rivaled his own like some unspoken competition between the two. She, of course, had the benefit of being able to drag Sebastian and Ominis into her schemes. Maybe half the time he had been able to trick Leander into participating.

“No.” She hesitated before looking at Garreth, a newfound seriousness on her face. “Gare, I need you to swear to me what I’m about to tell you doesn’t leave this room. Do you understand?”

He sat a little straighter on the couch they were sitting on. He looked down at her and his eyes scanned over her face, trying to find a clue for what was about to come out of her mouth.

“I swear, MC. Whatever you tell me will stay in this room.”

The tension gradually left her shoulders as she recounted most of what she and Sebastian did in an attempt to find a cure for the mysterious curse that plagued the girl in Feldcroft. She did, intentionally, twist the story of what exactly happened in the catacombs. Solomon Sallow’s true cause of death was a secret she’d take to the grave. In embracing the relief it felt to just tell someone, especially someone who mattered to her as much as Garreth did, about just how much she had done during her first year on top of defeating Ranrok under the school, she missed the boy beside her growing more and more tense with every word she spoke.

“He used an Unforgivable on you?”

The cold, level tone that she had never heard come from his lips finally clued her in on the fact that her boyfriend hadn’t quite enjoyed hearing what she had gone through.

“Well, it was that or we would’ve died down there, Gare. We found the skeleton of Ominis’s aunt for Merlin’s sake. And I didn’t know the spell then, so I couldn’t have cast it.”

“He could have – you didn’t know it then? So you know it now?!”

“I had him teach me later. I uh it’s very useful when you’re spending your nights going up against poachers and ashwinders.”

“Ominis was there too. They both just agreed to let you take the godsdamned torture curse?”

MC opened her mouth to speak, but before she could even get a word out, he was gone. It took longer for her body to react than she would’ve liked, and that delay paired with how much taller the Gryffindor was, she knew catching up to him before he found the Slytherin boys was going to be impossible.

~~~

“Oi! Sallow!”

Garreth was marching across the courtyard, the anger radiating off of him in waves so palpable it repelled anyone standing between him and the two Slytherin boys he was looking for.

“What’s got your knickers—what the fuck?!”

Sebastian’s antagonistic greeting was cut short when Garreth’s fist made contact with his cheek. The redhead was absolutely seething.

“Not so fucking tough when it’s someone your own size, are you? Huh?”

“What in Merlin’s beard are you talking about?”

“Garreth, I—“

“Gaunt, if you open your mouth to try and defend him, what little grace I’m giving you will end. Don’t think I won’t exclude you from getting your arse kicked just because you can’t see it coming.”

His attention turned back to Sebastian, and the brunet still had the audacity to look confused. The sight just pissed Garreth off more.

“I know what you did, you fucking bastard. Were you not man enough to take it yourself? You had to make her take it? Did you two bring her to her common room afterwards or did you just let her walk all the way from the godsdamned dungeons up to Ravenclaw tower? You fucking cowards!”

His angry words were no longer enough and MC finally found them just as Garreth pounced on Sebastian and the two rolled around in the grass. Sebastian was only trying to dodge Garreth’s punches, and the fact he wasn’t fighting back just spurred the redhead on further.

“Levioso!” Her own voice carried across the lawn, her chest heaving as she felt she had searched everywhere in the castle before finally finding the scene she interrupted.

The anger didn’t leave Garreth’s eyes as he levitated over Sebastian until his glare was blocked by a particularly irritated and flustered witch. She affixed him with a withering stare before turning to her friend. She produced a wiggenweld potion from her pocket - because of course she still carried them around everywhere - and offered both Sebastian and Ominis an apology.

“I’ll deal with him. I apologize that I wasn’t quick enough to catch him before he found you two. I’ll handle him from here. I’ll speak with you two at dinner.”

Once the two were gone, she turned back to Garreth, arms crossed over her chest. Her gaze wasn’t as harsh as it had been, but it was still painfully obvious she wasn’t happy with him.

“I swear it won’t leave this room,” she mocked him, letting him fall to the ground.

Garreth’s cheeks almost matched his hair as he stood, frowning down at her as his eyes locked on hers.

”Well, I didn’t know the severity of what I was going to hear when you made me swear. You expected me to just hear what they, what he, made you endure and not do anything? Either one of them could have taken that curse instead of having you do it. I mean have they even apologized? It’s been two years, MC. Please tell me they at least had the decency to apologize afterwards.”

She hesitated, preparing to have to stop him again. “They don’t need to apologize. It was either take the curse or die. And I wasn’t going to die in some hidden room in this castle that no one else would know existed.”

His stare was incredulous as he tried to gauge how much her anger would be worth following the two snakes she set free. Feeling her arms wrap around him caused him to tense for a moment before he relaxed and he reciprocated her hold.

“Thank you for being so upset on my behalf, Garreth. If I were in the same scenario again, I’d take it. No matter who I would’ve been stuck there with, I would’ve taken that curse to get us out.”

”No, you wouldn’t have.”

She looked up at him, her facial expression indignant. She was clearly ready to argue but seeing the look on his face clearly made her falter and she didn’t speak.

”You wouldn’t have taken it if you were stuck with me. I love you too much to even imagine having to put you through that.”

The warm feeling from the Room of Requirement, when she realized she was able to tell him things she couldn’t tell anyone else, returned to her chest.

”I love you too, Garreth. Enough to never put us in a situation that requires that curse.”

He chuckled, leaning down closer to his favorite witch. “You’ve got a deal,” he murmured before sealing it with a kiss.

[vitzi9]

hii, you could write more about yandere-obsessive ethan who likes to ruin the relationships (whether romantic and friendship) of the reader, because he likes to have her all to himself😇

You ruined everything !

Ethan Landry x GN!Reader

Masterlist if you want to read my other things. Sequel (?) Of the draft But you said it was free !

TW/CW: kinda bad friends, forced kiss/contact so agression, reader is really vulgar and curse a lot, breaking in, voyeursim.

Sarah and Connor are your friends. I invented them for the plot.

This look shitty compared to everything I wrote until now, but like really. I feel like there is too much dialogue. Seriously, if you have any constructive criticism i take it, i dont know what to change, what to imrove. I need feedback to improve. I have the impression it's too repetitive. (21/07/2023) (6168 words)

Ethan Landry kissed you. You couldn't quite proceed the information even hours later. You were reading in the peacefulness of the library and Ethan Landry sat on your thights and kissed you right before your crush's eyes.

They saw everything and were now avoiding you.

It was hours ago, now, still, you didn't go to your next class after that. You spent a hour searching for your crush. You called them mutilples times on your phone and yet they never answered. What is going on ? You kept asking yourself. Wanting to calm down, you scurried in the school's bathroom. There shouldn't be a lot of people at this hour of the day. This way, you could think of what to tell your crush.

Is that an agression ? It should be, one, right ? He kissed you withtout your consent so it probably is.

You push the door and sigh from happiness in seeing you were alone. You wet your hands under the faucet and throw the water at your face to freshen up. It felt good to not be burning from the inside anymore. You were thinking so much you were sure your brain would explode.

You lean your hands on the sink tightly, holding you up right. Your eyes were closed, feeling each drop of water sliding down your face. You needed to be calm.

You practice breath exercises to release the pressure. It's gonna be okay, you rationalize. You'll talk it out. Yeah, they don't want to see you anymore but you'll convince them. You've been talking for months ! They'll believe you.

You look at yourself in the bathroom's mirror and sigh deeply. Ethan Landry, if you catch him, he's a dead man. You close your eyes once again before deciding to wet your face one more time. It felt really good. You wetted your neck too to cool your body.

For a short moment, you forget about the big argument you'll inevitably have with your crush. It was a short moment because while you were in your own world, someone entered the bathroom and two big arms caged you against a warm body.

You're startled, jumping away from the person but they tighten their hold. Looking in the mirror, you're met with the face of Ethan, laying his forehead against your neck as if stealing the humidity of your freshly wet body.

You push him away. He finally lets you go with a scowl on his face. The audactiy ! He's the one fucking assaulting you and then he pretends to be disappointed !

"What is wrong with you ! you yell.

First the kiss and now that ? He fidgets with his hands, as if nervous and you don't understand why.

-You looked sad, I just wanted to... you cut him off.

-Sad ? I'm gonna kill you !"

He frowns his brows and shake his head. Suddenly looking very serious.

-I don't want to argue with you." he says. With these last words, Ethan leave the bathroom to avoid any argument. Enraged, you follow him. He was fast so you pratically ran after him. When you arrive at his side you push him violently to the side. He stops in his tracks but doesn't move.

"Look at me !" but he doesn't listen and keep his eyes on the ground.

To force him, you pin him against the wall. Normally, you wouldn't be able to pin him like you did as Ethan is quite tall and heavy. But he was submissive to your touch. He was allowing you to do everyting you wanted. That was gross, he really was weird.

"You're gonna tell me what is your problem and why do you want to destroy my life so damn hard ?

-I don't want to destroy your life. I want to make it better.

-Better ? Do you think it looks fucking better ? Because I'm sure it doesn't !"

Ethan looks over your shoulder and smile. You can't understand anything before he closes his arms around your body and engulfes you in his body. You were going to yell at him when his lips shut you up.

He's doing it again !

His hands roam your back slowly, grazing too closely your ass to your liking. You try to make him let you go by pushing at his chest but he doesn't budge. You thought he was lanky and yet, he's built like a damn fridge !

Suddenly, Ethan smiles against your lips and lift you up in the air. His hand lays now completly flat on your ass while the other is supporting your legs from below. You place your hand around his neck to push him and you hear a light whimper coming out of his throat. It surprise you for a second and it allows him to stick out his tongue to lick your lower lip. When he parts away from you, you feel like you want to throw up.

"Wow, okay, you're really going at it..." you hear someone say in your back and Ethan puts you on the ground gently, you wipe his saliva off your mouth in disgust. You know it's Connor talking, your friend, and you hate that he saw you like that.

Ethan sends you a little smile, cheeks red. Acting as if you were just two lovers kissing lovingly. Acting shy as if everything was normal. You don't even know what to say. Curse him ? It excite him. Yell at him ? Same. Tell others ? Nobody believe you.

Looking beside Connor, you see Sarah. Another of your good friend. Fuck, you think. They'll think I'm horrible for kissing Ethan in a situation like this where I'm supposed to fight to gain back my crush's trust.

"I swear it's not... you start but are quickly shut off when Ethan interrups you with a big stupid smile.

-Hi, I'm Ethan. You're Sarah and Connor, right ? I've heard a lot about you. I'm their boyfriend.

Both of your friends look at each other in surprise. Even confusion. For a second, you're stunned. Astonished by the audactiy of this man. In what world is he your boyfriend ? He's not even your friend ! How can he lie straight at the face of someone ? When you see the way your friends look at you, you rush to deny his words.

-No he's absolutely not. Stop lying to others, damn it ! He's not my boyfriend, he's nothing !

-Oh." he simply says, as if he's the victim here.

Ethan smiles to your friends in an embarrassed way. Uneasy at the idea of being humiliated before them. Then, he looks at the ground, his hand scratch his neck. He pursues his lips and nod. You know he's putting an act. He's a liar.

"Oh please ! Stop pretending you're the victim here !" you say, rage drooling from your words.

Ethan gives you and your friends a last sad face for you all to pity him and then he leaves slowly. You'll deal with him later. When you stare at your friends, one is disappointed and the other is angry.

"Why are you so mean ?

-Mean ? you ask sartically. I'm not mean. He's a liar, that's what I'm trying to tell you ! He pretends to be a victim when I'm the one who got assaulted. I never wanted to kiss that guy and I wever will.

Connor do not seem to believe you and your heart break. He shakes his head slowly, as if telling 'that's enough' but you're not lying.

-He forced me to kiss him. Okay ? You know I'm not a cheater." you add, in a much more desperate tone.

Sarah looks at the path Ethan took earlier to leave with a sad face. No, you think. Not her, too. She doesn't believe you. You feel as if a bubble is stuck in your throat and with one word, it could explode and you with it.

"It's just... she trails her eyes to yours and gulp. If you wanted to be with someone else, you could have at least told them, you know ? says Sarah, referencing to your crush. It's really mean. You talked to them for months and suddenly, you're all over that boy.

She looks well too affected for you to think that's the only problem.

-Connor, man, you believe me, right ? you almost beg, no, in fact, you were begging. They were you friends for god sake. They should help you !

-I don't recognize you anymore. You're ruining everything you have.

-What? you say. What do you mean you don't recognize me ? I never changed ?

Your eyes dart from him to Sarah fervently. Are they hiding something ? Because it sure look like they do. Usually, they'd believe you. Why can't they trust your words ?

-Ethan did nothing wrong, he didn't know you were talking to someone else. You shouldn't hurt his feelings. The damage is done, yelling at him won't do anything. You already cheated on him.

Both of them were accusing you at the same time, you couldn't defend yourself, you were overwhelmed. You were felling betrayed. You immediatly thought; did Ethan lied to them already ? Making them believe he was the nice guy ?

-What ? You believe him? You never saw me talk to him, I never talked to you about him ! Don't you find it strange ? He's no one, I have no idea why he's doing that, okay ? I'm innocent. I never cheated on anyone. Why won't you trust me ?

And just like that, the argument flipped.

-Don't act innocent, okay ? snap Connor. You act like you don't remember ! But we didn't forget. All the creepy videos and photos, all the insults you texted us !

You frown, body freezing. Now what is it about ? You open and close your mouth like a fish, trying to find an answer to something you have no idea what it means.

-What ? I have no idea what you're...

-You don't remember, huh ? Yeah, of course. You critized my man, you critized the whole group. Why do you think they avoid you ? You put on display every one of our personal problem. You didn't need to tell everyone his dad was alcoholic !

Who's alcoholic ? What the hell is he talking about ?

To say you were clueless would be an euphemism. You try to remember saying all of this but nothing come to your mind. You even try to remember if you ever got so drunk alone that you'd send that, but you're sure you haven't. Hell, drunk or not, there is no you'd insult your friends !

-No, no I-I didn't. I'd never...

What they were accusing you of was much bigger now. Cheating was a thing you already could hardly support being accused of, but insulting your friends ? Your best friends who's been here for years ?

-Shut it. We get it now. We're stupid for staying with you in the first place.

Sarah had her eyes stuck to the ground when she finally speaks.

-You sent videos of us. you frown, not quite understanding but your attention fully on her. It gave the creep to everyone. It was videos, in the night. And it looked like you were hiding in my closet, it was my exact room. And I was sleeping and you could see me... and then she burst in tears. How did you get in ? Why did you film me ? That's not funny...

-You did that shit to everyone. Fuck, you don't even have the adress of some of us.

-But I've never...

But then you remember you got kicked from the group. Without any reason. Your friends were still in it, often talking about the converstion they had and laughing at you, saying how you're always reading the messages withtout even interacting with them. But you weren't in the group anymore. So you can't have been the one reading, much less sending videos.

-Sarah and I stayed because we thought you got hacked or something. And we really thougth you were since you never mentionned any of these damn videos.

Who the fuck broke in your friends room ? Who the fuck hacked your phone ? This situation is going too far, it's much more chaotic than you thought. They're accusing you of a literal crime ! Breaking in your friends house ! And filming them ! What didn't they tell you about it ? By telling you sooner, you'd have rassured them! Now it's too late and everything is thrown on you.

-But you just keep doing weird shits.

Connor shakes his is head. He's about to leave, you know it. He steps back progressively. You'll be alone. You don't want them to leave with the idea of you being a creep.

-You're scaring me." says Sarah.

She looks like she wants to tell you a last thing but Connor drags her away without looking at you. And just like that, you lost your two last friends.

You start to lose hope. Knowing nobody believe you. But then, you remember your crush does not know your version. You need to find them, and quick before Landry find them first.

You knew each other very well, you talked for months after all. They'll trust you, well, at least they'll listen to you. You know it. They were your last hope. By having their trust, your friends would listen to you. And you'll finally explain yourself, making them understand Landry was the problem.

You run in the hallways, looking in every corner. You thought about calling their name out loud but as they're avoiding you, they'll probably just go in the opposite direction of your voice.

You can't find them, but then you remember that by the time, they left their last class of the day. You run up to the said room and search around to find them. Finally, you see their head in the crowd. You run up to them, calling their name. They continue on walking, ignoring you.

"Please let me explain !

Relenctuly, your crush stops in the hallway. You scurry to them, awaiting the moment when they'll face you. Slowly, they turn their front to you. Everything in you crumble at the sight of you crush satring at you with so much sadness in the eyes.

-I can explain, you start. I... and you realize you have no idea what you're supposed to say. I don't know him? I just... I swear I have no idea why he did that ! I barely know his face ! I'd never do something like that to you, you know I really like you.

-Oh, yes, of course. So he just came by surprise and kissed you just for the fun of it, right ?

-Yes, actually. That's exactly what he did.

They'll never believe you. This is too stupid to believe. You look like a cheater caught red handed. You have no idea what to say, just now realizing the stupidity of the situation.

-Listen, they sigh, I'm gonna be honest with you. your heart crack at their words. You know it's too late. I wanted to believe you were a good person, you know ? I talked to Ethan.

-I don't know what he told you, but I swear, do not believe him. they smile sadly.

-I don't know who to believe anymore. you try to speak up but they interrupt you by continuing. Ethan told me he didn't know you were talking to me. He said both of you were already a thing.

And your world crumble. Landry, the guy you barely remember the face of, told your crush you were cheating on them. Landry, the guy who blush when the teacher compliment him, lied about you. Landry, the fucking nerd you forgot was existing until two hours ago was sabotaging your life.

-I didn't understand, because he told me you were together for a really long time. they laugh bitterly and you watch as their eyes water. He even told me you two were just friends and you're the one who asked him to be your boyfriend. And he looked so shy about it, like he was really confesssing a part of his life. they pass their hand on their eyes to try and dry them, in vain. And yet, here you are, telling me he's lying. What the hell is going on ?

The problem is that you're as lost as them, you have no clue what's going on.

-I'd never cheat on you. I really like you and-and I don't know what's the problem with him. suddenly, an idea appear in your head. You can check my phone ! You'll see I never talked to him. I don't even have his number to begin with. You can check everything, message, calls and even my social medias!

Finally, you'd prove he was a big liar to them.

Frantically, you open your bag and start searching inside. Your crush laugh sadly.

-It's no need. He showed me pictures of you two.

Now, you didn't understand. You never talked to him outside of school, hell, you never talked to him inside ! What photos could he have ? Did he photoshopped you ? That's some fucked up behaviour.

-He had plenty of it. Pictures where you were in your room and you were sleeping on him and all. It hurt. It hurt really bad.

That was another level of scary. That man hated you so much he spent hours photoshopping picture of you ? Still, it was deeply disturbing. Where did he find pictures of you to begin with ? And in your room that is ? Because your crush already been in your room so they know what it look like, but Ethan ? How does Ethan know your room ?

-Ethan has never even seen my building. That wasn't me. you realize you sound just like a cheater and cringe. Because you were denying everything when all the proofs proved you wrong. But you were innocent ! This whole situation was infuriating.

They scoff. You feel like you're losing them, and you are. Your last hope is your phone, and yet, you can't find it. You empty your bag on the floor, completly panicked. Every pocket is empty of your device. You search in your clothes but can't find it either. You start to freak out.

-I... I don't know where it is but... you're out of breath you don't even know why but you are. you try to remember where did your phone go and only remember putting it in your pant's pocket. I probably dropped it somewhere, fuck, I'm...

-No need to lie to me, I guess I was stupid.

It's like seeing the last grains of sand falling from the hourglass.

-No, no ! I swear I have my phone it's just... Maybe it fell or something. I, I'll find it. Follow me, we'll find it and...

-Please. they say. It's too late, okay ? Stop lying to me. I don't want us to end like that.

-I don't want us to end."

They don't even answer. Simply smiling at you, eyes full of tears and trembling lips. You look at them, pleading and full of hope but they turn their back to you and walk in the opposite direction. You're frozen. Staring at their back in the distance, you fell on the ground. Surrounded by the content of your bag which you threw without any care.

You want to cry, yet, you can't. Maybe because you're still in a public area. Maybe because you're embarrassed. You don't know. What are you supposed to do now ? You don't have friends anymore. You pass your hand on your face to try and ease the tension. You at least need to find your phone.

Walking in the hallway, you stumble across one of your old friend. One that Connor said had ended your relationship because of 'your' weird texts. Maybe you can ask her if she saw your phone somewhere. And even if she didn't, which is probably the case, you can still try to befriend her again ? You tap on her shoulder, smiling lightly.

"Hey, I just wanted to... you barely started that she cuts you off harshly.

-Don't try and talk to me after what you did ! Can I know why the fuck would you tell my boyfriend that I'm cheating on him? What the hell? What did I do to you?

-What? Listen, I lost my phone and...

-I don't know what's gotten into you lately but I won't be there to figure it out with you. I'm tired." and she left. You're left speechless, in the middle of the hallway, mouth open. Thats was quick.

You sigh and leave for the opposite direction. Great, another accusation coming from out of nowhere. It's the second time today. You only want this day to end. But your phone is still missing. Who knows who has it right now ? You hope no one.

You have to go back to your previous class to see if your phone is in there. You might even understand what she meant by telling you you sent a message to her boyfriend. Seriously though, she believes it ? Why would you do that ? You didn't even know she had a boyfriend.

When you arrive, everyone already left. You walk to the row you were seated at and start looking under every table, then, to the row above and the one below. Still, you can't find your phone. You seriously hope you didn't drop it in the hallway.

When you're done searching, you back off, wanting to search in the hallway again. But when you do, someone is already at the door, looking at you. Of crouse, it's him. You scoff. How long has this idiot been standing there ?

You were already annoyed, having spent the worst day of your life. And he was here again to worsen it.

"Hey... he tries.

-Oh no, no, no ! You get the fuck out of here ! I'm not talking to you. you prepare to leave.

Ethan is quick to stop you. Placing himself before the exit so you wouldn't leave. So you wouldn't leave him. You try to bypass him but he doesn't allow you. You groan out of frustration. What's retaining you from strangling him right now ?

-Even if I found something of yours ?

Was he bluffing ? You couldn't tell. His expressions always were unreadable. Ethan was showing you what he wanted and that only. He was too good of an actor for you to identify him, for you to decipher him. What even was he ? A damn serial killer ? How is he always one step ahead from you ! That was so frustrating !

Even though you were hesitating, he had your whole attention on him. He smiles maliciously and grab your phone from his pocket. You freeze. He had your phone. Him. Him ! He stole it !

-You dropped it earlier, you cut him off right away.

-I didn't. And you know it. he stays silent, you stare straight into his eyes, trying to understand his way of thinking. But he's too fucked up for you to undestand anything. You're the one who sent a message to her boyfriend, are you ?

You don't even need to precise whom you're talking about. He already know it. He ruined every one of your relationships. You're alone, now. Isn't he happy ? Isn't it what he wanted ?

-I didn't send anything to anyone. I just found it on the ground.

-You're a liar. You're a fucking liar.

You were going crazy. How many times is he going to lie straight to you face again ? How many times is he going to lie to everyone ? How many fucking times is he going to ruin your life ?

You push him on the chest with all your strenght, he steps back a little but your little fight does not affect him much. You push him again, again and again until he grabs your wrists to calm you down.

-Let me go ! you yell.

-Please..." he starts but you pull multiples times your arms harshly from him trying to gain your liberty back.

He looks around him to see if someone is there to see this scene. You struggle to get out of his hold and eventually, you do. You put a large distance between the both of you, staring at him from far away, you caress your bruised wrists.

-Why are you doing this ? What did I do to you ! your eyes were full of rage but also fear. You feared him because so far, he revealed he always was a step ahead of you.

-But, love, I just...

-Don't fucking call me love ! you spit at him, disgust lacing your words. The hell is wrong with you ?

-Please, don't yell at me. he simply says.

You rush to him and snatch harshly the phone from his hands, without looking at him, you hurry to leave the room. Fortunatly, he never tried to grab you.

When you got home this day, your crush blocked you everywhere, same for your friends. And when you looked at your numbers, Ethan Landry's was there. A single text was sent from him, a single and pitiful "I'm sorry".

The next day to school was your last as you quitted everything. You dropped your studies and stopped going into class. The pressure was too much. Somehow, one of your 'friend' told everyone you stalked them, they told everyone you hid in their closet to film them. Each time you were walking, breathing, you were stared at.

You were the creep everyone pointed at, laughed at.

So you just quit. You could have been more combatant if you had support, if you had friends behind you to watch your back. But you don't. You'll probably go back to your parent's town, make a sabbatical year or two and eventually continue your class later.

You sigh and put your clothes. You thought a nice shower would calm your nerve, sadly it didn't. Hunger was not your problem anymore as you didn't eat of the day, not feeling the need to. You jump on your bed, facing the ceiling.

Your head was empty of thoughts. You were just staring.

Someone rings at your door and you don't bother go up to see. You're not even bothered when five minutes later, a tall man enters you room, smiling lightly. It's him, again. Of course it's him. It always is. Again because you know this isn't the first time he entered your flat. You don't have proofs. You just know it.

And there is high odds he's the one breaking in your friend's house. So you're not surprised to see him here when he finally won. He came to see the damage he's done. To laugh a bit and enjoy the view.

His heavy body seems heavier at each one of his step. What was he going to do, this time ? You don't bother looking at him when he stops at the end of your bed. For a few minutes, none of you say a thing. Him, eyes glued to you and you to the ceiling. It's when he sighs (to catch your attention) that you talk.

"I'm alone, now. Happy ?

You were just jaded. Not angry anymore. Because it was well too late, your life was already wrecked. You could never find your friends back, you could never make yourself a new reputation. Since he doesn't answer you, you reluctantly sit up. His bright smile was all you needed to see to know the answer. You scoff and dive back in your bed.

-Nice, good to know my misfortune make your happiness.

Silence.

-You ruined everything. I don't have friends nor lover anymore. That's what you wanted, right ? You're gonna tell me why you did all that, now ?

Ethan giggles.

-I thought you would have figured it out by now.

-Well, I didn't. you answer coldly.

Ethan smiles and walks to your nightstand. He pushes the lamp on it to sit on the furniture. Your eyes were still on the ceiling, you didn't want to see him.

-You're so, so pretty. his voice was smooth and as light as a whisper.

-And that's why you ruined my whole life ? you deadpan, facing him. when you turned your head, his eyes were already on yours.

Ethan chuckles, looking to the ground. He shrugs, running his fingers in the curls falling on his forehead. You think he's blushing, but it's quite hard to know when his head is lowered like this.

He's a coward, now that you think about it. He anger you and when you scream at him, he begs for you to no yell at him. He stares at you and when you stare back, he's suddenly all shy. You seriously have no idea what this man wants.

-Well, that can be considered as part of it. and he was bashful saying it, too. In his sick mind, he probably thinks he's flirting with you.

-I hope I become the ugliest person in the world in my next life, then. you chuckle dryly.

-It doesn't matter. You'll still be the beautifulest... you cut him off.

-Yeah, yeah, shut up. Why are you even here ? you wanted to be agressive, to show him you were still strong. When in reality, you were all bark and no bite. A few days ago, you'd have fought him. Now, you miss the strength to do so.

He hit so suddenly and hard when you least expected it, you couldn't retort. It just... killed you. Without you even understanding who, how and why. In one single day, you lost everything because of him. He had it all planned.

-I just wanted to see you.

-Who the fuck are you exactly ?

He stays silent. You grab a pillow and throw it at his face, he catchs it right before it hit him. You snap your fingers to his face to make him react. To no avail.

-Landry, who the fuck you truly are ?

And finally, he reacts.

-My name's Ethan. he said sternly. Not Landry, don't call me like that. You call me Ethan.

And with one sentance, he made you understand you were playing with fire. With one sentance, he regains his power over you. His tone was demanding. It wasn't an offer, it was an order, you call him Ethan and that's it, no discussion.

This time, it could be your fault. You were too confident, you thought you knew him when in reality you had still no idea what he was capable of. He put you back in your place and you hated it. You hated him. You gulp, trying to find your words back after such a reversal of power. If you can even call it that, as you realised he's the one giving you power and he can take it back at any moment. You never really were in control.

-Well, Ethan, you insisted on his name too much for it to be natural but he didn't say anything, what do you want from me ?

He smiles and shrug. In his head, you asked him a simple question. One as simple as do you wanna go out this week-end or what did you do yesterday. But for you, it was much deeper. You wanted, needed to know why he did all of that. You were desperate, you were lost.

-Nothing, why? You wanted to give me something ? and he was candid about it, too.

You're sure he's just humiliating you at this point. He's savoring the imbalance of power between you. There was no other reason as to why he acted so casual.

-It is my fault ? you ask with a shaky voice which you dispised yourself for letting slide.

You were fucking tired of his playing. You wanted to know and he was telling nothing ! He already ruined everything ! You couldn't cry for help even with proof ! It was too late. Why doesn't he want to tell you his motive ?

-No, why would you... was it true sadness or a fake one ? you can't even tell.

-Did I do something to you ?

-No, never, I know you'd never...

I know, he says. But what does he know ? How does he know ? And why does he know you so well when you barely recognize his face ? Why do you know nothing ?

-Then why ? Why are you doing this ? he frowns, his shy demeanor gone as he stares into your eyes with a confident posture.

-I don't like the way you talk to me. I don't want you to hate me. I don't want you to blame me. Both of us did nothing wrong.

-Both of us ? you laugh hysterically, sensing your last working brain cells going crazy, tears brim at your eye line, from sadness ? laugh? frustration? I did nothing wrong ! I wouldn't say the same for you !

-Don't accuse me. he says ternly. It's your fault, I sent you plenty of signs and you never came talk to me.

-What fucking signs ? you scream. You're imagining things ! You imagined everything ! Why would I ever want to talk to you ? You are crazy ! Do you fucking understand ?

-I am not ! I am not crazy and you're gonna be in love with me ! We are supposed to be together !

With his words, you calm down. Realization settling in your brain. Everything suddenly become clear. Yeah, this makes sense, after all. All the lying saying you were together, it was for him.

-Is that what is this about ? a single tear slide down your face. Is it really, now ? You're just fucking desperate for a relationship? you take a shaky breath. We'll never be together, Landry. Never, you hear me ? You're fucked up.

His eyes are empty as he looks down at you. You're reminded how dangerous this man can be. How little you know of him. And you're scared to be alone with him.

-I don't think you can really say that, sweetheart. I am capable of things you're yet to discover. I modified your life for it to let me in, I'll modify your fate as many times as I need to for you to love me.

-My friends had nothing to do with it...

-But they do, in fact, had everything to do with it, my love. he tilts his head to the right and look at you like you're a damn child getting grounded. I don't have friends, why would you have some ? Most of them didn't really like you anyway. They never tried to understand why you suddenly stopped talking in the group chat. They didn't even notice when I was the one talking instead of you. Aren't they supposed to know you?

You knew it, deep down. But hearing him talk about how easy it was for him to ruin your life without you noticing anything was terrifying. He was terrifying. He spent his sweet time reading each of your convos with your friends, he found their adresses, he found their fucking adresses and filmed them. All of this with a disconcerting ease.

-You're one son of a bitch, you know that ? There is a place in Hell just for people like you.

-As long as you're with me, I don't mind. and he smiled, he smiled !

-You ruined everything. your body is shaking.

And understanding once again that he won, you feel your eyes water. Honestly, you didn't know you could still cry. You already did so many time your body was probaly all dry by now. But no.

You curl on yourself on the bed, letting your tears slide down your face. You were tired. But you couldn't sleep, nor do you wanted to. Ethan is facing your back, you don't see the smile on his lips. And you don't see his hand laying itself on your shoulder.

-And I'm happy I did.

Nor do you feel it. Too preoccupied in your despair to feel anything other than your sorrow. Your head hurt, everything does in your body anyway. Ethan slide his hand up and down your shoulder in a soothing way that only soothe him. And he sighs, feeling at ease.

-So, so happy."

@ephemeral-oasis

[misc-obeyme]

9 Days of Solomon: Day 9 - Humanity

Okay I have just enough time to post this today. Happy birthday Solomon, you old sorcerer. I don't know what it is about your cheeky lil laugh, but I love it and your stupid face.

Since we were talking about other characters mentioning that Solomon is a little less than human, I kinda took that idea and ran with it.

Anyway, thank you to @/impish-ivy for hosting this event! I had fun with all of the prompts and I loved writing about Solomon.

GN!MC x Solomon

Warnings: bed sharing but nothing sexy (if you want sexy, go read the one I wrote for the "pact" prompt lol)

Most of the time, you were admiring the way the starlight of the Devildom sparkled across Solomon's hair, making it look like shining silver. But the way it looked in the human world, with the sun's rays bringing out the warmth and making it look almost gold was just as captivating.

You had come to the human world for a little while with everyone in tow. It was a getaway hosted by Diavolo, a time for you to take a break from school work and enjoy the world you so rarely inhabited these days.

And while everyone else enjoyed their time there, it was undeniable that you and Solomon had a different experience. It was something you mentioned, about being in the world that had been your home for most of your life, the nuances about it that you understood better than those of the Devildom.

When Solomon agreed with you, someone else brought up the fact that he himself was practically a demon. They had said it before, of course. But for some reason, it was on your mind today. Perhaps because you were here with Solomon in the world you both originally came from - the world where you belonged and yet did not belong at the same time.

The two of you had gone for a little coffee break at a nearby cafe. You were sitting together outside at one of the small tables, soaking in the bright sunlight of afternoon.

There was a moment of comfortable silence between you before you said, "Do you ever feel that you're no longer human?"

Solomon blinked, clearly not expecting you to ask such a heavy question. He put down his coffee to think about it for a moment, seriously considering it.

"Sometimes," he said. "But in the end, no matter how I've changed, I am still human. Are you feeling that way, MC?"

You sighed. "Not exactly," you said. "But being back here in the human world makes me realize how different I've become. You must have been dealing with that feeling for a long time now."

Solomon sat back and looked out at the street, the passing people, the sunlight in the trees. "It's a unique experience. Even humans that become sorcerers or witches still have their short lifespan. In that sense, I'm more like the demons and angels - living far longer than any human normally would."

"How do you deal with that?" you asked.

Solomon looked back at you and smiled brightly. "It's easier now than it's ever been."

You frowned. "How so?"

Solomon leaned on the table toward you. "Because every time I look at you, I see my own humanity reflected back at me."

Your eyes widened a little before you laughed and looked away. "You're so ridiculous."

Solomon laughed, too, leaning back in his chair again.

Perhaps you didn't believe him. It seemed so silly to think that Solomon's understanding of his own identity was profoundly affected by your very presence. You were sure he was only saying that to make you feel better. He was always looking out for you and minimizing his own pain to make things easier for you. It wasn't like you didn't notice.

That night, your thoughts were churning as you stared up at the dark ceiling of the hotel room that Diavolo had procured for you. A few doors down, you hoped Solomon was peacefully asleep in his.

As for yourself, you couldn't stop thinking about the conversation you had with him earlier. The implications of everything he had said, about his life and what it meant to be human, were weighing heavily upon your heart. You wanted him to be happy. If he found himself in you, what would he do when you were gone?

There was a soft knock on your hotel room door. Puzzled, you got out of bed to open it.

Your stomach twisted when you saw Solomon on the other side. He looked terrible, like he had been tossing and turning all night. There were dark circles under his eyes, his hair was mussed, and his pajamas were askew.

"MC," he said, his voice sounding strained and hoarse. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

"No," you said. "I was still awake. Is everything okay?"

Solomon's eyes met yours. In those shades of grey, brown, and a hint of blue, you saw a depth of pain you had never seen in him before. Only for a moment did it linger before everything seemed to clear, before it was all replaced with something else. Fondness? Love?

No. It was belonging.

Solomon looked at you like he had finally found himself.

"I couldn't sleep," Solomon said simply. "And I wanted to see you."

He didn't really need to tell you this. Understanding shivered between you, like two lost souls resonating at the same vibration.

You reached out and took his hand, pulling him into your room. You closed the door behind him. You didn't let go of him as you went back to your bed.

Solomon didn't protest. He allowed you to guide him, finding his way beneath the blankets beside you in the plush hotel linens.

You snuggled into his side, wrapping one arm around him. The other hand held his still, clutched against your chest.

You gently kissed the back of his hand. "I couldn't sleep, either. So I'm glad you're here."

Solomon huffed a small laugh that ruffled against your hair. "You were thinking about my humanity, weren't you?"

You wiggled against him a little bit, but didn't say anything.

Solomon kissed the top of your head. "I've learned that it isn't very helpful to worry about the future, MC," he said. "And I've never felt more human than I have right now, right here, with you."

Maybe things would change in the future. You couldn't predict the way the tides would turn. But Solomon was right. In a world of magic, demons, and angels, the two of you would always find your humanity in each other. And for now, that was all that mattered.

day 1: stars | day 2: nostalgia | day 3: knife | day 4: ocean | day 5: pact (nsfw) | day 6: snow | day 7: familiar | day 8: Barbatos

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[pluviowriting]

Served Cold

18+ || MDNI || Content Warnings: violence, major HL game spoiler(s), swearing, I think that’s it.

Word Count: ~1.3k

Garreth Weasley x f!Ravenclaw!MC

Repost from original blog @/pluvpluvpluv

A/N: Enjoy angry Garreth standing up for MC like 2 years after the fact but it’s the thought that counts really. I also wrote this almost all in one sitting so it is barely proofread xoxo Pluv

“I want to hear all about fifth year,” Garreth insisted, finally coming down from the mild temper tantrum he threw when MC showed him the Room of Requirement…and accidentally let it slip that it had been his aunt who showed it to her in hopes of giving her somewhere private to catch up on her studies.

“You spent a lot of time with Sebastian that year.”

MC immediately clocked the jealousy in his voice, and she didn’t even try to hide the smug smile that settled on her face. 

“And I’ve spent a lot of time with you every year since. I was trying to help him find a cure for Anne. We both went through a lot that year. Really Gare, it’s like having a brother.”

“And you two weren’t able to find anything to help Anne?”

His voice grew soft at the mention of the other Sallow twin. She had touched more hearts than just those in her house. Garreth remembered the girl fondly, filled with memories of antics that rivaled his own like some unspoken competition between the two. She, of course, had the benefit of being able to drag Sebastian and Ominis into her schemes. Maybe half the time he had been able to trick Leander into participating.

“No.” She hesitated before looking at Garreth, a newfound seriousness on her face. “Gare, I need you to swear to me what I’m about to tell you doesn’t leave this room. Do you understand?”

He sat a little straighter on the couch they were sitting on. He looked down at her and his eyes scanned over her face, trying to find a clue for what was about to come out of her mouth.

“I swear, MC. Whatever you tell me will stay in this room.”

The tension gradually left her shoulders as she recounted most of what she and Sebastian did in an attempt to find a cure for the mysterious curse that plagued the girl in Feldcroft. She did, intentionally, twist the story of what exactly happened in the catacombs. Solomon Sallow’s true cause of death was a secret she’d take to the grave. In embracing the relief it felt to just tell someone, especially someone who mattered to her as much as Garreth did, about just how much she had done during her first year on top of defeating Ranrok under the school, she missed the boy beside her growing more and more tense with every word she spoke.

“He used an Unforgivable on you?”

The cold, level tone that she had never heard come from his lips finally clued her in on the fact that her boyfriend hadn’t quite enjoyed hearing what she had gone through.

“Well, it was that or we would’ve died down there, Gare. We found the skeleton of Ominis’s aunt for Merlin’s sake. And I didn’t know the spell then, so I couldn’t have cast it.”

“He could have – you didn’t know it then? So you know it now?!”

“I had him teach me later. I uh it’s very useful when you’re spending your nights going up against poachers and ashwinders.”

“Ominis was there too. They both just agreed to let you take the godsdamned torture curse?”

MC opened her mouth to speak, but before she could even get a word out, he was gone. It took longer for her body to react than she would’ve liked, and that delay paired with how much taller the Gryffindor was, she knew catching up to him before he found the Slytherin boys was going to be impossible.

~~~~~

“Oi! Sallow!”

Garreth was marching across the courtyard, the anger radiating off of him in waves so palpable it repelled anyone standing between him and the two Slytherin boys he was looking for.

“What’s got your knickers—what the fuck?!”

Sebastian’s antagonistic greeting was cut short when Garreth’s fist made contact with his cheek. The redhead was absolutely seething.

“Not so fucking tough when it’s someone your own size, are you? Huh?”

“What in Merlin’s beard are you talking about?”

“Garreth, I—“

“Gaunt, if you open your mouth to try and defend him, what little grace I’m giving you will end. Don’t think I won’t exclude you from getting your arse kicked just because you can’t see it coming.”

His attention turned back to Sebastian, and the brunet still had the audacity to look confused. The sight just pissed Garreth off more.

“I know what you did, you fucking bastard. Were you not man enough to take it yourself? You had to make her take it? Did you two bring her to her common room afterwards or did you just let her walk all the way from the godsdamned dungeons up to Ravenclaw tower? You fucking cowards!”

His angry words were no longer enough and MC finally found them just as Garreth pounced on Sebastian and the two rolled around in the grass. Sebastian was only trying to dodge Garreth’s punches, and the fact he wasn’t fighting back just spurred the redhead on further.

“Levioso!” Her own voice carried across the lawn, her chest heaving as she felt she had searched everywhere in the castle before finally finding the scene she interrupted.

The anger didn’t leave Garreth’s eyes as he levitated over Sebastian until his glare was blocked by a particularly irritated and flustered witch. She affixed him with a withering stare before turning to her friend. She produced a wiggenweld potion from her pocket - because of course she still carried them around everywhere - and offered both Sebastian and Ominis an apology.

“I’ll deal with him. I apologize that I wasn’t quick enough to catch him before he found you two. I’ll handle him from here. I’ll speak with you two at dinner.”

Once the two were gone, she turned back to Garreth, arms crossed over her chest. Her gaze wasn’t as harsh as it had been, but it was still painfully obvious she wasn’t happy with him.

“I swear it won’t leave this room,” she mocked him, letting him fall to the ground.

Garreth’s cheeks almost matched his hair as he stood, frowning down at her as his eyes locked on hers.

”Well, I didn’t know the severity of what I was going to hear when you made me swear. You expected me to just hear what they, what he, made you endure and not do anything? Either one of them could have taken that curse instead of having you do it. I mean have they even apologized? It’s been two years, MC. Please tell me they at least had the decency to apologize afterwards.”

She hesitated, preparing to have to stop him again. “They don’t need to apologize. It was either take the curse or die. And I wasn’t going to die in some hidden room in this castle that no one else would know existed.”

His stare was incredulous as he tried to gauge how much her anger would be worth following the two snakes she set free. Feeling her arms wrap around him caused him to tense for a moment before he relaxed and he reciprocated her hold.

“Thank you for being so upset on my behalf, Garreth. If I were in the same scenario again, I’d take it. No matter who I would’ve been stuck there with, I would’ve taken that curse to get us out.”

”No, you wouldn’t have.”

She looked up at him, her facial expression indignant. She was clearly ready to argue but seeing the look on his face clearly made her falter and she didn’t speak.

”You wouldn’t have taken it if you were stuck with me. I love you too much to even imagine having to put you through that.”

The warm feeling from being able to tell him things she couldn’t tell anyone else returned to her chest.

”I love you too, Garreth. Enough to never put us in a situation that requires that curse.”

He chuckled, leaning down closer to his favorite witch. “You’ve got a deal,” he murmured before sealing it with a kiss.

[kt-the-lee]

Yours Forever - A Criminal Minds Tickle Fanfic (Emily x JJ)

IMPORTANT INFORMATION , PLEASE READ BEFORE THE FIC:

ok. so. i did not write this fanfic. my wonderful and amazing partner is not in the community, nor affiliated with twords in any way. one day, i got the courage to explain the Whole Thing™️ to them, and i have created a Monster. they’ve taken it so on board in our everyday life and, perhaps even more flusteringly, they have started writing tword fic. and oh my GOD you guys - they get it. they’ve gotten too good at it. i seriously need you to all bear in mind when you read this how insane it is that the person who wrote this fic ISN’T. IN. THE. COMMUNITY.

just emphasising once again that i did not write this fic, but have been given explicit and enthusiastic consent to share with you all. thank you all in advance for reading and i hope you enjoy!! <3

The door crashed open with a bang so loud it made Emily jump, JJ never slammed the doors. Sitting up from the couch, she craned her neck to get a good view down the hallway to see what was happening. She immediately saw how exhausted JJ looked and how aggressively she was throwing her keys and shoes away.

"Baby? Are you okay?" she called to her concernedly. She didn't get a reply however until the blonde came storming into the living room and threw herself down beside her girlfriend, her face like thunder. 

"Never leave me with those assholes ever again." she huffed, leaning into the cushions.

"That bad? I'm sorry sweetheart, as soon as my ankle is fixed up I'll be out in the field again and you wont have to be with just the guys, promise." she assured, gently kissing her knuckles.

"You better keep that promise otherwise I'm shooting them." she glared at the ground. Emily couldn't help but chuckle softly to herself, JJ was so cute when she was grumpy like this it reminded her of an angry puppy. 

"Come here honey, you can tell me all about how awful men are while I hold you." she offered, opening her arms with a loving smile. JJ didn't have to be told twice as she snuggled into Emily's arms almost instantly, letting out a heavy sigh. 

As she began letting out all the frustrations of the last few days, the brunette started lightly caressing her arms to soothe her. She saw it working as JJ melted more and more into her embrace, eventually she took Emily's hand and placed it on her waist without breaking her torrent of insults toward their team. With a smile, she continued her light caressing on her lover's waist and lower back. 

JJ could feel her chest growing lighter and lighter as she vented all her frustrations out while focussing on the gentle tingling left in the wake of her girlfriend's fingers. The warmth of her embrace paired with the light prickling across her skin was alleviating the several days of stress as though it were a spell. By the time she had let out what was weighing her down, she realised how bored she was. 

"I feel so much better already but god I'm bored. Spending that long with just work to think about has been mind numbing." she sighed, tucking her long hair behind her shoulders. 

"I'll tell you what, if you go get changed into something comfy I'll find a way to make you laugh, deal?" she smiled down at her. JJ agreed and gave her a gentle kiss before scurrying off to get changed. While she was gone, Emily took the time to rearrange the cushions so that there was enough space for them to lie beside each other comfortably. It was a few short minutes before the blond returned wearing one of her lover's oversized shirts as pyjamas and sat down beside her.

"What's your plan to get me to laugh then?" she asked as Emily turned the TV on. 

"We'll find out wont we, come here." she beckoned her to lay in her arms, spooning her warmly. 

Her hands rested still on JJ's stomach while they watched TV, the perfect distraction for her plan to work. When she was sure her lover was relaxed, she ran her fingers delicately over her torso in very precise movements. The slight fidgeting told her what she was doing was working, so she decided to ramp it up a little more. She subtly slid her hands under the shirt, under the guise of caressing her skin, until her hands were back against her stomach where her fingers made nimble work of finding the most sensitive parts of her midriff. Skin twitched under each gentle drag of her nails, stifled giggles widened her mischievous grin and supressed fidgeting pressed their bodies close.

"I know what you're doing, you're not sly." JJ chuckled.

"Damn, you caught me... I guess that means I don't have to be subtle anymore doesn't it." she grinned before tightening her grip on her girlfriend and  tickling every inch of sensitive skin her practiced fingers could reach. Instantly the room was filled with JJ's laughter and playful squeals and Emily's equally playful growls and taunts. 

"I've got you now, you're stuck mwahaha!" she laughed, leaning round to kiss her neck wherever she could reach.

"Ah! That tickles too! Emily! You monster!" she cried between fits of laughter, uncontrollably writhing in Emily's vice like grip. Her feeble attempts to pry her hands away only resulted in more tickling and it wasn't long before she gave up trying, submitting to the torrent of affection. Her mind slowly began to rid itself of thought, her muscles shaking off all her stress and every laugh expelling the exasperation weighing her down. She hadn't imagined this would be her lover's way of making her laugh but there was no denying it was working, and there was no part of her that wanted the carefree joy to leave her just yet. She simply couldn't keep herself still as every inch of her skin was exploding under her touch and the feeling of her lips against her neck was doing nothing but fill her mind with love for her. 

"I told you I'd make you laugh!" cheered Emily through her own laughter.

"Shut it! Ahh! You're evil! You're evil Emily!" she yelped between laughter and attempting to catch her breath. 

"I know, I'm just the worst aren't I." she agreed sarcastically, pressing her fingers into her waist, which sent JJ into even louder laughter and joyful screaming. It was her favourite sound in the world, the pure joy of the woman she loved more than anything and knowing she had cried out almost every possible expletive yet had avoided anything to tell her to stop. 

"Okay you win! I surrender I surrender, white flag white flag!" she called out, waving one of her hands to signal her. In a second, Emily stopped and kissed her on the cheek. 

"Feeling better?" she asked with a smile. JJ nodded with an even bigger smile and rolled over to face her lover. 

"I am, but nothing feels better than revenge." she grinned before jabbing her own hands into Emily's sides and causing her to explode into laughter.

"JJ! You tricked me! You sneak!" she squealed, unable to reach her hands to get her off. 

"Now who's winning!" she laughed evilly, having managed to catch her breath. It was equally fun attacking her lover as it was having her hands all over her. 

Emily's mind was running wild at the unexpected attack, however she knew she wouldn't tell her to stop, not while she was having so much fun so soon after her terrible few days with the men. She wasn't half as ticklish as the blond but she loved making her smile and laugh so she played up her reactions for her, just to make her feel more powerful. She began to squirm under her beautiful girlfriend, smiling lovingly up at her wonderful grin. Still playing up her reactions, she couldn't feel a thing inside her except for how much she loved that smile. The way her hair fell either side of her face, the way her cheeks grew pink and the way her blue eyes seemingly glowed whenever she was having fun was entirely intoxicating and she could never imagine loving anyone or anything else even half as much. 

A minute or so later, she called a truce and sat up to catch her breath. JJ snuggled up to her, still beaming and thanked her for helping her to feel better. They stayed cuddled on the couch and watching TV for a few more hours until their eyelids were growing too heavy to stay in the living room. Upon moving to bed, they crawled lovingly into each others embrace and quickly drifted off feeling happy and relaxed.

[hypnotisedfireflies]

I am re-reading Drifter's Dawn and in the chapter when Tess tells Joel the actual story of what actually went down when the outbreak hit with Mike and Nico, I couldn't help but wonder how Joel would react in that situation. (Basically just slotting Joel in for Mike, with Nico)

I think Tess and Joel's near-telepathic sympatico stems from their chemistry but also their circumstances, having to fight for their lives and get very good at it very quickly. So obviously that wouldn't have developed on Outbreak day, but there would still be a strongggg underlying understanding they would have between them.

All this is to say, may I please request a one-shot re-imaginging of that Outbreak moment where Joel and Tess are married and Nico is their son. (Sarah may or may not exist in this universe)

Thank you kindly!

Oof, what an ask, friend!  You are requesting my brain to do some seriously tricky rewiring here.  And it’ll be kind of weird too, given I’ll be taking the script and changing a character.  I don’t think I’ve ever done that before.  But some mental gymnastics never hurt me so … let’s give this a go!

For this to work, let’s assume all the following are true for the exercise:

Tess and Joel are married and living in Detroit – as you say, just swapping in Joel for Mike (ouch)

Sarah is Tommy’s kid and they’re still in Texas (just to uncomplicate it a little)

Up until now they have lived an ordinary life within their ordinary careers and nothing live-changingly traumatic has happened to them (ie, they have not been tested as they have in Driftersverse) but, as you say, they still have that powerful current of understanding

Let’s not question why any of the above is true and also not hate on Mike too much for what happened in Driftersverse canon :p

I wrote this really fast so I didn’t overthink it, and then proofed it just as fast, so please forgive any errors.

Thank you for the prompt! I hope you like it. <3

Okay ... here's an alternate universe version of the first chapter of Drifter's Dawn:

A low rumble infiltrated Tess’s consciousness.  She let it in, let her mind mull over what it might be … and then let it go as the inviting temptation of deeper sleep engulfed her.  She turned on her side and took a deep breath.  A truck, or someone revving their motor too late into the night.  Tess heard it again and thought even less of it now the noise was rationalised.  She slid her arm over Joel’s waist and felt him bring her hand up to his chest. 

His warmth suddenly lurched from her grasp.  Tess blinked in confusion and sat up on an elbow. 

“What are you doing?”  The words lay thick in her mouth.

Another rumble came as Joel, dressed only in his shorts, raised the blind.  The bedroom was cast in acrid honey light and this time, Tess recognised the rumble as too deep, too long for any truck or car.  As the blind came up Joel was silhouetted completely by unnatural light. 

The next sound was no rumble but an explosion.  The boom swallowed them up and Tess heard herself scream, saw Joel duck down and extend his hand out to her to stay back.  She could hear the windows rattling.  Nico began to cry in the other room. 

“Jesus Christ,” Joel moved back from the frame, still in a half-crouch.  “Stay there.  Stay where you are.  I’ll get him.”

“What’s going on out there?”

“Just stay there!”

Tess watched him go with some kind of amazement.  In her sleep-addled, scared mind it seemed Joel had somehow done this, or that he had answers that he was denying her.  She came up to her knees and leaned toward the window.  She could see smoke buffeting up into the sky.  Something was gone.  What was over that way?  Tess flinched as she heard another explosion, further away. 

She was still looking toward the window when Nico’s cries drew closer.  Joel had him:  the baby was bothered enough to be twisting himself about, flinging his arms and legs and making him hard to hold on to.  But Joel’s hold was inescapable, and the security began to calm Nico even as Tess watched.

Tess slapped around for the remote control.  She extended her arm like a wand to turn the TV on and it came alive across the other side of the room.  An explosion that big was surely breaking news.  Maybe there’d been a trash crash, or a bad fire …

“What the fuck …” she breathed. 

It took Tess a moment to realise that she wasn’t watching a movie.  She flipped two channels ahead and then went back again.  She was seeing the same kind of footage on every station.  People rioting, buildings going up, the army deployed.  A police car on fire.  People were screaming about rabies and terrorists, but all Tess could see in every single shot was masses of bodies rushing and falling all over each other.  She didn’t notice that Nico had gone quiet.  They lost track of time as they watched the same news on every channel. 

“That’s Chicago,” said Joel.

More cities they recognised played out before them, seized in chaos, dense under thick smoke and the screams – the same screams everywhere, on every channel, on every camera.

“What is this?  Joel, are you seeing this?  Joel?”

“That was Houston,” he said.

She tore her gaze from the screen.  Joel was balancing Nico with one arm against his body – the baby still grizzling – and thumbing the buttons on his Nokia with the other.  He pressed it up against his ear, shook his head furiously, and tried again. 

“Come on, Tommy.  Tommy, pick up.”  He finally threw the phone on the bed in disgust.  “It’s not connectin’.”

Tess scrambled out of bed and hurried to the dresser, rummaging around for her jeans.

“What are you doing?  Tess?”

“Getting dressed.”

“What the fuck is going on, Tess?”

“I don’t know.  Get dressed.”

Joel deposited Nico on the bed, where he immediately began to burrow.  They pulled on clothes, passing pieces that belonged to one another back and forth, and then were drawn back to the TV like magnets.  It was increasingly terrifying – two stations went off-air even as they watched, one of them when the camera itself suddenly careened sideways into the out of focus floor, but the screaming was unmistakable.  They discussed what they saw in fractured sentences, trying to make sense of it.  But the message from all authorities were the same:  stay indoors.  Joel kept trying Tommy.  He tried his father.  Tess, slow to the party, found she was unable to reach anyone when she tried, too. 

“Take him.”  Joel passed Nico into her arms.  He was sleeping now, and didn’t protest.

“What are you doing?”  Tess leaned forward, moving Nico to her other shoulder. 

Joel was in the wardrobe.   He reached up and shifted a few boxes around and it took her way too long to realise what he was doing.  He had a handgun which Tess didn’t much like, stored away at the back of the closet.  He’d kept it so casually in the drawer for years but once Nico started moving around, Tess had insisted it be put away.  She watched him take it out and load it up with ammo from a separate box.

“Joel …”  Somehow, this sight was more terrifying than anything else she had seen so far.

“We’re not gonna need it,” he told her.  “It’s just in case.” 

He stuffed it down the back of his jeans and sat before her.  He smoothed his hands through her hair and cradled her face.  He kissed her soundly.  “It’s just in case.”

A new report on TV caught their attention, and they both turned to watch a terrified woman reporting from the back of a news van, which seemed to be speeding through the night.

Tess stood abruptly.  “What the fuck are we doing?”

“What?”

“Joel.”

“Oh, shit.”

It was so surreal, watching the world crumbling on TV.  They had been so engrossed in what they could see in the box that they had forgotten it was meant to be everywhere.  They stood on either side of the bed and stared across at one another, hardly able to believe they had both missed the obvious.  And then a long scream came from somewhere outside, and they ran.

They pounded down the hall.  At the top of the stairs Joel grabbed Tess and pulled her to him to make her stop, and then thrust her back.

“Stay up here with him.”

“He’s fine.  No.  No.”

“Stay up here.”

“No.  No, no.  No!” 

Tess wouldn’t let him go.  Every time Joel freed part of himself, Tess grabbed him again, and he eventually had no choice but to take her hand.  They went down together, quieter now.  Their blinds were already closed.  They went to each door and window and checked the locks and then, by silent agreement and pointing, began moving furniture in front of the doors.  There was not much they could do about the windows.

“Are we doin’ this wrong?  Wait, let’s just think.”

Joel came around the couch they had just lugged into place and grasped her elbows. 

“Let’s just think a minute.  Should we be goin’ somewhere?”

“… where?”

“I don’t know.”

“Go where, Joel?”

“I don’t know!”

Tess pressed her hand to her mouth and took a long, steadying breath. 

Think. 

They were scared.  They’d been woken in the middle of the night to … something, and they didn’t know what was going on.  Not really.  They didn’t know anything except that it was apparently everywhere and the authorities were saying they needed to stay inside.  Now that they were still, Tess could hear other sounds outside, too.  Between the screams was the angry hum of traffic, crashes, alarms.  Her head was buzzing with it.  Tess shook it off.

“This will pass,” Tess told him.  “This is crazy.  We just need to lay low a minute, and it’ll – burn itself out.  Whatever this is.”

Joel was nodding, reassured.  “Okay.”

“We wait.  We just wait here and – the phones will clear and that’ll stop,” she pointed vaguely outside, “and if we have to leave, then the army will come and evacuate us.  Right?  That’s what they do.”

“Yeah.  That’s what they do.”

“Okay.  Let’s – we can wait it out, right?”

“Sure.”

“It’s the right thing?”

Joel pulled her in close.  She could feel the tension vibrating in his body.  “You’re right.  We just wait it out.  Let’s – let’s bring up some things, we’ll wait upstairs.  Stay good and quiet.  Upstairs.”

“Okay.  And – and we’ll pack for when the army comes,” Tess added.  She could feel the uncanny hysteria trembling at the edges, but a plan helped put it in its place.  “One bag each.  That’s what they always – that’s right, yeah?  We pack one bag each.”

The activity kept Tess sane.  They swept up everything they thought they needed from the kitchen (panic shopping – they would make two more trips later in the day) and then packed three small bags.  Tess laboured over it for hours.  She couldn’t decide what were the most important things they should take.  She had visions of their luggage being tossed aside and losing important documents.  There was no sentimentality in her packing.  She left out Nico’s favourite toys until Joel reminded her that those might be a good idea, and she almost lost it because she’d just gotten everything organised in a way that made sense to her.  She snatched the toys and pushed Joel away to repack without his meddling. When she was done, she took them downstairs and placed them by the front door in readiness.

He stayed with Nico.  He paced with him or sat up in bed, talking to him like nothing was going on out there.  They divided up the duties of parenting and packing without even talking about it.  Nico’s bond to Joel was stronger, anyway.  Things had been improving for Tess, especially in the last few months as Nico grew older, but in times of distress Nico was better off with Joel.  He could calm him ten times faster than she could.  Tess had no doubt that were she holding him right now, all her fears would transmit directly to him and he’d be wailing and terrified.  His big, brown eyes were uncertain and wet, but he was quiet.  His fists were balled in Joel’s shirt.  He couldn’t have handed him over Tess even if he wanted to. 

She sat with them only when she couldn’t fuss around with the packing any longer.  Tess thumbed Nico’s hot cheeks. “We’ll just wait it out, yeah? Little holiday at home, we’ll just wait it out.”

The night passed.  All the channels had gone off air and the phones still weren’t working.  They kept the blinds down and agreed on silence, regular patrols downstairs to check everything was all right.  They thought they recognised some of their neighbours out there and had a quick conversation about whether they should check it out.  But when they saw one tackle another at high speed they quashed those plans, and never brought them up again.  Sometimes the air was thick with shouts and screams, the squealing of car tyres and crunching metal.  Helicopters pounding overhead, explosions near and far.   And then it would go eerily silent for awhile and that was worse, waiting to hear something.  Then there would be pounding somewhere and breaking glass, more shouts, gunshots.  So many gunshots. 

“We did the right thing?”  Tess asked not long after the power went off.

“Someone will be along,” Joel promised her, but it was hard to believe him.  “Why the fuck are all the lines down?”

He tried Tommy again, tried his father.  He got nowhere both times and lost his temper, tossing the little phone across the room.  It hit the wall and the casing split open. 

“God-fuckin’-damnit.  Oh shit – no, baby – come on.  It’s all right.”

The tantrum had been stewing in Nico for hours, and they had only just managed to keep it under control.  Now it unleashed, and he was arching his back and wailing.  Tess hurriedly passed him over to her husband but Nico was too far gone, and not even he could bring him around.

And then the pounding started at the back door.

“It’s okay!”  Joel held out his hand to Tess.  “They’re locked, we – we barricaded them up.”

The pounding began at the front door.

“If they get in, there’s nowhere to go,” Tess said.

She had been unable to contemplate any alternative other than the turmoil dying down or the army coming to get them.  Going out in the car was unthinkable.  They had no place to go.  And all night they’d heard collisions, honking horns, squealing tyres.  Maybe if it had been the two of them they would’ve tried going somewhere, but not with Nico.

Who was still bawling.

“They’re not gonna go away,”  she added. 

They’d seen that play out in the house across the street. People – these possessed, angry people – mobbing around doors until they got inside.  It had sometimes gone on for hours.

“Quietly,” Joel said, which was stupid given the noise Nico was making, but she understood.

As they went down the stairs the pounding grew worse.  Tess was pacing herself through what was next – the luggage, the garage door, Nico’s seat.  Should they even bother with that?  She could drive, Joel could hold him. But that wasn’t safe.  Was there time, though?

And then windows broke somewhere in the house. One side or another – it was hard to say – but they were shattering inward and Joel was pushing her but Tess could already see it was too late.  As they neared the garage door the first of the figures – bloodied and torn from the windows, presumably – lunged toward them. 

The gunshot was so loud at Tess’s ear that for a moment she didn’t know what it was.  Joel emptied the entire clip into the shapes – there was more than one, how could she not have seen that – and cut them down until they lay strewn on the carpet laid only four months ago.  Tess looked back at him.

He seemed more shocked than she was.  Nico squalling on his hip, the gun still pointing off into the living room.   Tess pushed his arm down and urged him into the kitchen, thinking of the garage and the steps they would need to take to get out. 

Another figure threw itself at them.  It must have come through the other side.  She could see glass in the man’s hair and it tinkled in his wake like fairy dust.  Joel tried to shoot but he was out and then it was on him.  Joel turned Nico away and threw up his arm. 

The kettle was in Tess’s hands before she could think.  It was the first thing within reach. She swung it straight at the head – maybe she shouted, maybe not – and it took three tries to crack the exterior and drop the attacker.  Springs bounced across the kitchen tile.  Tess hit him two, maybe three – maybe ten more times when he was down until she was sure.  She might’ve kept going if Joel didn’t grab her.

“Come on!”

“Are you okay?!”  She clutched at him, at Nico.  He was shocked to silence, gaping at the carnage.  Perhaps he was finally, properly scared.  “Is he okay?”

“We’re okay!  Tess, come on!”

With her free hand, Tess snagged the entire knife block – all seven that had been a wedding gift from Julian – and tucked it under her arm. Joel pushed her into the garage and she had time to grasp just Nico’s bag.   They threw it in the back.

“What’s that?!”

“The knives!”

“What?!”

“You’re out of ammo!”

“I got more!”

“I didn’t know!  Get the door!”

“His seat – ”

“There’s not time!  You’ll have to hold him!”

Sounds inside the house again, a thump against the closed door.

Tess pointed.  “Get the door!”

They pulled out of the driveway moments before the kitchen door crashed inward.  Tess pulled out and stopped with a jerk when she hit something –

“Letterbox!”

“It’s on the other side!”  She cried.

“Just fuckin’ go!”

Tess turned the wheel hard and they sped into madness.

[lonesome-witching]

Memory Lane

Late posting because my mom just got home from a trip and things have been busy. Anyway, today we go back to some previous prompts and dive into the no way home spiderman ronance au. (Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 )

Do you have any prompts yourself? Or do you want to dive into what I wrote before? You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

“What are you reading?” Robin asked as she walked into the room. Nancy tried not to look up, but she couldn’t refrain herself. Robin’s hair was stuck to her face, her spiderman outfit tight around her muscles.

“A book on memory loss.”

Robin stopped walking. “It’s not going to work.”

Nancy closed the book. “That might be so, but I didn’t find any books on magic.”

“I don’t think there is anything we can do to bring your memory back.”

“I refuse to believe that.”

Robin sat down on the couch in Nancy’s apartment. They’d been doing this often. Robin coming over as if she belonged there. They’d kiss sometimes. Or they’d watch a movie, or they would talk until the sun came up. It felt an awful lot like a relationship. Nancy wouldn’t mind if it was one.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Robin sighed.

“Do you have any ideas? You know much more about magic than I do.”

“Well, in reality I don’t know all that much about magic. I just got some help from— Never mind. I don’t really know what could help, sorry.”

Nancy nodded her head.

-

Robin hadn’t been all too excited to take a trip down memory lane. But she did it anyway. For Nancy. It was plain to see that she didn’t like being here. The here in question was the Starcourt mall.

“This is where we first met. Or at least, seriously met. I had a job over there, at Scoops Ahoy, with Steve. And you were here with your boyfriend, Jonathan, when this freak monster attacked. It was after closing, but Steve would allow you stay longer because he wanted to get you back. I didn’t have the time to put my suit on, so I just went for it in that stupid sailor uniform. After I saved your life, you know what you said?”

Nancy shook her head. She liked listening to Robin’s voice. “I wish I did.”

“I saved your lives and you just looked at me and said, ‘who are you?’ It was kind of hilarious.”

“I did not say that,” Nancy gasped.

“You sure did. Nothing coming back to you yet?”

“No, sorry.”

“It’s alright, it’s not your fault.”

“Maybe we should try roleplaying. You in that sailor uniform with the short shorts?” Nancy suggested with a teasing smile on her face.

“Is that something you’re into? Because I still have that uniform in the back of my closet.”

Nancy hummed.

-

They were sitting across from each other. Candles and fully filled plates in between them.

“Our first date.”

“You were romantic.”

“Actually, you organized it. You cooked and everything. It was lovely.”

Nancy cleared her throat. She had never put much effort in her dates. Steve and Jonathan had been forced to do all the work. She couldn’t imagine doing this much for someone. And yet, she believed it.

“In that case we didn’t mimic it all that well. You cooked tonight.”

“Well, yeah. I remember what we had for dinner, and I thought it’d be easier if I just went ahead and made it. We can always try again with you cooking.”

“I’m honestly a very bad cook. I doubt I ever cooked for you.”

Robin chuckled. “That is true. You’re not a good cook.”

“Oh, so that’s why you cooked tonight, huh?”

Robin bit her bottom lip.

-

“Hypnosis,” Nancy said, dropping her books on the kitchen table.

“What?” Robin looked up from her plate.

“Hypnosis. It’s said to work for amnesia, and I don’t know how else to explain what I have. It’s worth a shot.”

“Alright.”

“So, are we gonna do it?”

“You want me to hypnotize you?”

“Well, yeah. I don’t want to go to some stranger and accidentally tell him that you are spiderman.”

Robin nodded. “That’s fair. There is just one problem.”

“What is that?”

“I don’t know how to hypnotize people.”

“I’m sure it’s not that difficult. I got you some books on it. Here you go.” She pushed the pile towards Robin.

“Alrighty then.”

-

“So, lay down and relax.” Robin was still holding the book as she directed her.

“Okay.” Nancy did as she was told, leaning back on her couch.

“Now, close your eyes.”

She almost didn’t want to. But she had no choice. This had been her idea and she wanted to remember.

“Okay, good. Now listen to my voice. You’re going to imagine a flight of stairs and with every step you’ll sink further into your subconscious. Take the first step.”

Nancy tried her best to do exactly what Robin was asking of her. But she couldn’t feel anything. Not after the first step or the second or the third. Eventually she was supposed to be as deep as she could, but it felt like she was just there. With Robin. In the now, not in the past.

“Now, try to remember me. Try to dig deep into your mind and go back to the past.”

Nancy tried. She went as far back as she could. She remembered her childhood, her younger brother, Mike, and her sister, Holly. She backpedaled and remembered meeting Steve. Their relationship. Then Jonathan. She should be close. But when she remembered Starcourt, she couldn’t remember Robin. Nowhere in her mind was any sign of Robin until that recent encounter. Until their reconnection.

“It’s not working,” Nancy said, sitting up.

“I didn’t think it would.” But Robin looked so sad as she said it.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, it was my decision.”

“We can make new memories.”

“Yes, we can. Where should we start.” Robin put the book away.

“Well, I really would like to see you in that sailor uniform.”

[ultfreakme]

What do you think are Itadori and Junpei’s greatest personality strengths and weaknesses? Why? What do you love about their dynamic?

ANON!!!! I'm crying sobbing thank you for sending me this. Ah I feel a little bad for posting that vent(?) post about not being asked about itajun(once again, i think itafushi is super cute no hate multishipping and minding our own space in the fandom corner ftw).

BUT ITAJUN NOW AHAHAHA

I think Yuuji's is easier to narrow down since he's our protagonist!

Strengths:

JJK often shows Yuuji's kindness, empathy and desire to give everyone proper deaths even if saving everyone is a lofty, unrealistic goal but I love that despite this insistence, Yuuji sticks to it. That conviction is being changed from something wholly idealistic, almost like a hero, to something far simpler ( a cog in the machine), but I still think Yuuji deep down will always want to protect others no matter how battered he is, which is amazing.

His self-awareness! We all know he's not the sharpest tool in the shed but it's not really necessary. He's very aware of his own shortcomings and doesn't take it too seriously when he sees himself falling short, but uses these reflections to grow stronger, to learn more.

Weaknesses:

Is it bad if I say I don't think he has any? I just, cannot think of anything I think are genuine, detrimental flaws in Yuuji....maybe...

He's too selfless. He doesn't think about himself in any capacity to the point he never confronts the traumas he goes through. His grandpa's death affects him a LOT but we never see him properly mourn, Junpei's death still haunts him but he never talked about it with ANYONE (sad that the only person who knows the depth of that loss is Mahito), Shibuya arc and the guilt he feels from Sukuna's actions, his own paralyzing terror of his death. It's really heartbreaking to see.

He trusts too easily. Or he used to. In the manga he's stopped and is a lot more suspicious of strangers(and potentially even people he knows). It's sad but I guess this is the only place he could go after all the suffering.

Onto Junpei!

Strengths:

He's very open-minded. Mahito exploited Junpei's ability to give everyone a chance in order to manipulate him, but this trait is very good in exploring the world and learning more about oneself and others. He didn't enjoy Human Earthworm 2 but he still sat through it multiple times because he thought it had something good to offer. Even when he was mourning his mom & suspected Yuuji of being involved in killing her, he paused and heard him out. It was his downfall, but I think if he was shown more support and given the space to be sure of himself, this trait would have been a huge strength as sorcerer. Geto was trying to be very rigid in his morality, and it led to his downfall, so someone who's flexible and can adjust would last longer.

He's actually very kind and hopeful. It may not seem like it since his opening line is "if i had a button to kill everyone who hated me, I'd push it" and the school attack BUT. Even then, he tries to be indifferent to the cruelties the world has imposed upon him, and fails, because he just can't stomach the fact that other people are capable of inflicting the kind of cruelty he experienced. He can't fathom that his fellow humans can do this. Which, deep down, means he had hope for people to be better. But they failed him. If he had gone to Jujutsu Tech, I think him and Yuuji would have acted as a check-and-balance system for each other's morality and value of human life, and found a positive outlook together.

Weaknesses:

He can't make up his mind because he has zero confidence in himself. Which is fair, considering everything he went through. He keeps looking for validation from others instead of forming his own thing and sticking to it.

He detaches himself from others. Also fair because people have let him down all the time but it goes too far.

Them as a dynamic!!

AHHH! Okay I think Gege Akutami purposefully wrote them to be very compatible as friends(and for my reasons, boyfriends too hehe). This story arc had to have a HUGE impact on Yuuji. Junpei's death is so central to Yuuji's character arc, it's the first domino to fall in Yuuji realizing that he can't save everyone no matter how much he loves them, how much he wants to. But it also needed to be done in a very short time span.

What's the best way to do that?

Give Yuuji a dream and rip it right out of his hands.

So they fit into each other fast and strong. Yuuji can read Junpei like a book and accommodates to Junpei's needs (Yuuji getting rid of that teacher because he saw he was uncomfortable around him, sitting with Junpei at that riverside and being open with him).

Junpei wants to listen to what Yuuji has to say(which is a rarity in jujutsu tech, Nobara dismisses him ranting about Human Earthworm 4, Megumi's very closed off and takes a lot of time to come out of his shell).

The rest of the cast treat Yuuji likes he's an idiot, and when they do hold affection/positive regard for him, they never tell it to him so the story and environemnt feels very hostile. Junpei is treated with a lot of violence and hostility as well.

But when they meet, there's a breather to have fun. talk about silly things and just be teenagers.

Neither of them get the chance to just wind down and I think they gave each other the space to do that. Which is what I love about their dynamic. They bring out the best parts of each other. If they had a bit more time, they could have been so fun to watch interact. Despite their short time together, Yuuji still thinks of Junpei and has a lot of regrets over him.

I think they're the perfect example of "right person, wrong time." If they had met even a little earlier, things could've been different. They were each doomed the moment they met. The 'what-if' that the anime/manga presents is so good that it has me hooked even after 3 years ;_;.

Thanks again for the ask! Sorry for the giant ramble!

[worldofsaturnsblog]

a winters promise ⋆ r.l.

side note ! i wrote this as x oc but if you’d prefer to read it as x reader you can (: i just suck at writing x reader !!

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The December air bit at Remus Lupin's cheeks as he trudged through the fresh snow, his worn boots leaving deep impressions in the soft white blanket that covered the Hogwarts grounds. His scarf—red and gold stripes slightly frayed at the edges—fluttered in the crisp winter breeze. He was supposed to be studying for his fourth-year Transfiguration exam, but Juliette Massey had slipped him a note during breakfast, and well... who was he to refuse?

"You're late, Lupin!" The accusation came accompanied by a snowball that caught him square in the chest. Juliette emerged from behind a snow-dusted bush, her dark curls speckled with white, her cheeks flushed from the cold and mischief

"I'll have you know," Remus called back, brushing snow from his robes, "that some of us take our prefect duties seriously." He tried to maintain a stern expression, but his lips betrayed him with a smile.

"Oh yes, very serious," She teased, already packing another snowball. "Is that why you were helping Potter and Black charm Mrs. Norris's tail purple yesterday?"

Remus ducked just in time to avoid her second attack. "I was merely supervising!" He scooped up a handful of snow, molding it quickly. "And if you're going to throw things, Juliette—" His snowball caught her shoulder, drawing out a delighted shriek. "—you should expect retaliation!"

What followed was nothing short of chaos. They chased each other around the courtyard, ducking behind statues and trees, their laughter echoing off the ancient stone walls. Juliette's aim was deadly accurate—a result, she claimed, of growing up with four older brothers. Remus, for his part, made up for his occasional misses with sheer determination.

When Juliette finally caught him behind the fountain, she didn't throw her snowball. Instead, she reached up and dropped it directly on top of his head, the cold snow trickling down his neck. Remus grabbed her around the waist, both of them tumbling into a pile of snow.

"Truce?" he asked, breathless, looking up at where she had landed on top of him.

She pretended to consider it, brushing snow from his hair. "I suppose," she said softly. Her eyes flickered to his lips, then back to his eyes. "Though I should probably make sure you've learned your lesson about being late."

Their kiss tasted like winter—like hot chocolate from breakfast and cold snowflakes and something uniquely them. Remus forgot about the cold seeping through his robes, forgot about his upcoming exam, forgot about the scars he usually tried so hard to hide. In that moment, he was just a boy kissing a girl he fancied in the snow.

When they finally broke apart, She rested her forehead against his. "You know," she whispered, "for someone who claims to be so serious about his studies, you're quite good at being terribly distracting."

Remus laughed, the sound warm despite the winter chill. "I learned from the best. James and Sirius are terrible influences."

"And yet here you are, corrupting an innocent Ravenclaw." Juliette sat up, pulling him with her and casting a quick drying charm on both their robes.

"Innocent?" Remus raised an eyebrow. "Need I remind you who started this snowball fight?"

She stood, offering him her hand. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Now come on—if we hurry, we can steal some hot chocolate from the kitchens before your next class."

As they walked hand in hand back toward the castle, leaving a trail of footprints in the snow, Remus couldn't help but smile. The full moon was coming in a few days, and he knew the transformation would be brutal as always. But moments like these—pure, joyful, normal moments—made everything else seem manageable.

She squeezed his hand, as if reading his thoughts. "Race you to the kitchen?" she challenged, her eyes sparkling.

"You're on," Remus grinned, and they took off running through the snow, their laughter carried away on the winter wind.

Sometimes, Remus thought, the best magic at Hogwarts had nothing to do with wands at all.

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

A/N: basically.. i love remus lupin and he’s such a cutie pie ⭐️

[margoblack]

2. Favorite author in current fandom

My current fandom is Law and Order SVU and there are some seriously some amazing writers within it. I have a huge, huge rec list that I can send if you DM me but here's a super short one! (Not in order, working through my bookmarks!)

GenuineSnoof. They are hilarious, and moving, and write such deeply endearing characterisations.  But my main love for their work, is that they remind me of Frank Capra. Frank Capra films -especially the early ones- could cover suicide (he loved a suicide), political unrest, poverty, corruption but as the story grows - this emotion grows inside you too, and it's hope. It's joy. It bubbles over and over in your stomach and you find yourself smiling into a screen like an idiot. And when you reach the end, you leave the story better than when you found it. That is such an unbelievably rare gift.

Basically, all of her stories make me feel like the last five minutes of Mr Smith Goes to Washington.  Specific Rec: The Gift 

ficexperiments to me is much like the Savage Garden lyric (yes, I know, I know) "I think I dreamed you into life."  If God had sat down with me and asked me- after double checking several times that world peace wasn't my answer -what I wanted more than anything. This would be it. Darkness, humour, fantastic characterisation. Just brilliant, brilliant writing. I am not normal about this story in anyway. Specific Rec: Good Intentions Pave The Way 

LeslieLol is both hilarious and also so sophisticated in their writing that I feel like I should be wearing a smoking jacket and smoking a pipe as I read it. I just spend all of their work choosing quotes to go mention in the comments and then by the time I get to the end, it's just the whole page highlighted. If it was normal to print, bind and put an AO3 fic on the shelf, their work is the one I would be like "first edition, you know" to any guests who dared go near the book case. Specific rec: Mourning, Morning 

adrianna_m_scovill has such a range of talent in her writing that it's staggering. Every single one is a banger. Every character she writes feels like a real person, full of contradictions, desires, and flaws. They are immensely relatable and you hate finishing because you have to leave them behind in the story. Also, she enabled my Barba/Stabler hankering which is -- oh, yes. Specific rec: Truth in Deception 

iridiumflower writes whump, romantic comedy and horror and it's all so very perfect. Their pacing is flawless, expertly building tension and emotions at just the very right moments until you are tryng to get to the next page before you've read the last sentence. Specific rec: Misery Loves Company 

Kaye_21 wrote one of the very first stories I read in the fandom and it was basically like if you asked someone to paint a picture and they handed over Chalk Cliffs on Rügen. This is another author that has such joy in their writing and really makes you like and care for the characters in a brand new way. Specific rec: Good Morning 

BarisiStill is so skilled that they can literally put their hand to anything and write it like they have been writing in that genre since the cradle.  Zombies- yes, Black Mirror style technology and the salf sabotaging search for perfection?- of course,  Love reaching across the English class system - absolutely, stalker with a list fetish?- bring it on. Their imagination doesn’t just create worlds—it brings them to life in ways that makes you feel as though you’re living inside them. I also really enjoy that they see tropes coming and are like, nope, and subvert them so it always feels like a completely new take. Specific rec: The Weight of Gentle Things 

And lastly, my favourite story in the fandom -- but the writer orphaned the work. If you are out there mysterious masked writer - this was just ace:

You and Me Both by orphan_account

[shanhailu]

guzheng lessons with yue-xiansheng! very short thing (965 words) i wrote about the trio spending some time together. rest is under the cut (¯▿¯)

Business in the teahouse had been somewhat lackluster. Huang Yuanfei did not derive the same joy he usually did when visiting it. For the past few days he had been boredly flitting between his home, Nine Heaven Pavilion, Shen Yinxue’s underwater abode, and wherever else his whims took him. Yue Qinglan had been away gathering herbs and other ingredients for his alchemical experiments in the mountains. Ling Tiehua had been a fun sparring partner, but the two of them quickly tired of trying to launch surprise attacks on each other and returned to stifling idleness, confined to their own areas of the house.

Huang Yuanfei had returned home after another unsuccessful tour of Nine Heaven Pavilion to find that Yue Qinglan had returned as well. 

Delighted, Huang Yuanfei greeted Yue Qinglan with undisguised enthusiasm. “Welcome home, A-Lan. I trust that everything went well?”

“Very well. I actually found the trip quite refreshing.” Then he asked, “What about you, A-Fei? I hope you didn’t miss me too badly.”

“Oh, but I did miss you terribly. It has been dreadfully boring in your absence.”

Yue Qinglan raised an eyebrow. “Really? Don’t you have Xiao Hua to keep you company? The teahouse?”

Huang Yuanfei put a hand to his chest and declared with utmost sincerity, “Every minute we spend apart is like a dagger to my heart.”

Yue Qinglan blinked in surprise. Then he puffed out a small laugh. “I can’t believe some of the things you say. Seriously…”

“But it’s true! These past few days have been torture. A-Lan, I am so bored.” His tone was bordering on a whine.

“Hm…” Yue Qinglan put a hand to his chin in thought. “How about this? I find that learning something new is quite stimulating, so what if I taught you and Xiao Hua to play the guzheng?”

“Oh? An interesting proposition. Very well.” Huang Yuanfei turned to leave. “I shall be back with Xiao Hu momentarily.”

A little while later, Huang Yuanfei made his way to Yue Qinglan’s room with Ling Tiehua in tow. Ling Tiehua’s ears twitched in annoyance as she walked behind Huang Yuanfei.

“Are you going to tell me what we’re doing or are you going to continue being annoying?”

“I will allow A-Lan to tell you himself. Here we are,” Huang Yuanfei said cheerfully, ignoring the hostility in Ling Tiehua’s voice.

Yue Qinglan had finished tidying his room and came out at the sound of their approach, guzheng in his arms.

“Let’s move to the eastern courtyard.”

“Are we gonna learn how to play the guzheng?” asked Ling Tiehua.

“We are. A-Fei said the both of you were bored while I was gone, so I thought this could help with alleviating that boredom.”

“I guess.” 

“Come on, Xiao Hu, it’s not like you have anything better to do right now. It’ll be fun,” Huang Yuanfei chimed in.

Ling Tiehua’s ears flicked again. “I didn’t object.”

Huang Yuanfei smiled. “Good.”

Yue Qinglan turned down the hall and started for the eastern courtyard. “Come on, you two.”

The eastern courtyard had a large peach tree in one corner, its trunk tall and its branches overarching, creating a canopy of pink blossoms. Yue Qinglan sat near the base of the trunk, while Ling Tiehua and Huang Yuanfei sat in front of him. Each of them had a guzheng placed before them.

Yue Qinglan’s hands hovered over Xianyun’s strings. “Let’s start with some basic notes.” He strummed once, producing a high, clear sound. He motioned to the other two. “Now you try.”

Ling Tiehua copied Yue Qinglan and produced the same sound. Her tail swished as her expression lightened, pleased with herself. She looked to Yue Qinglan. He inclined his head in approval.

“Excellent.” He turned his head to look at Huang Yuanfei. “A-Fei.”

Huang Yuanfei did as directed. The clear, high note echoed through the courtyard for a third time.

“Good. Now the next note.” This time the sound was slightly lower.

Ling Tiehua and Huang Yuanfei strummed their notes simultaneously. Before Yue Qinglan could progress to the next note, however, Huang Yuanfei spoke up.

“A-Lan, at this rate we’re going to be stuck here until the end of time plucking strings.”

“Hm? But I thought you were doing excellently.”

Huang Yuanfei leaned forward, resting his elbows on the guzheng and propping up his head on the backs of his hands. “Of course I was doing excellently. What I mean is that this is still boring.” He tilted his head. “I think a demonstration from A-Lan is in order. Xiao Hu, what do you think?”

Ling Tiehua instantly caught his meaning. She grinned cheekily. “I agree. Come on, play us a song!”

Yue Qinglan clicked his tongue. “I should have seen this coming. Honestly, if you two just wanted to listen to me play, you could have just asked.”

“Aw, but A-Lan, I really did want to learn. I just didn’t think it would take this long.”

Yue Qinglan raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t think learning an instrument would take a long time?” He waved a hand in fond exasperation. “Alright, I’ll indulge the two of you.” He repositioned his hands over Xianyun. “What song would you like?”

“High Mountain and Flowing Water!” Ling Tiehua called.

Huang Yuanfei nodded in approval. “An excellent choice.”

Yue Qinglan began to play. The song began with deep, echoing notes that reverberated throughout the courtyard. These notes smoothly gave way to quicker, higher sounds. Then the deep notes alternated with the quick ones, weaving together like fish in a stream. Overhead the peach tree’s blossoms were ruffled by the wind; the petals swirled down around the trio before resting on the courtyard floor. As the song drew to a close, the petals soared up once more, flying away in the wind.