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girlygguk · 3 months ago

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BAD THINGS | JJK (Part 1)

summary getting jealous, sending mixed signals, simping for a gorgeous geek who has no idea what effect she has on him... it's just what jungkook does best. oh, and football. he's really good at football.

pairing jock fuckboy!jk x nerdy fuckgirl!reader

rating 18+ minors dni; smut, angst, fluff

genre f2l, fwb au, university au

word count 7.4k

content jk 20 | yn 20. down bad, simpy, jealous jk. he's kind of a himbo 😭. oc is a nerd but shes confident, a little slutty and a little bitchy. misunderstandings. mcs are (retired) hoes. they r both hopelessly & secretly(?) in love w each other. but one of them is just a littleee more obvious abt it... oc has dissociation as a defense mechanism baddd when she's hurt. football (soccer) jk. campus librarian yn. kth is oc's ex bf. the slightest bit of love triangle themes but like she's jk whipped cmawnn it's me 😭. cursing. kissing. short nsfw scene; dirty talk, p in v sex, almost getting caught

a/n so this is another draft dump LOLLL… i chopped off the end bc i wasn’t happy with it and decided to just turn this into a two-parter with an undetermined pt2 release date. so don’t read this if you’re not a fan of open or unresolved endings, baby!! not even the Lord himself knows when i’ll get back to her since i’ve got a lot in the works atm 😬 butttt i think this first part is seaux cute and it’s my blog so i’m posting it 💋 just like habits, here’s a sweet little treat - maybe a lil sumn sumn for you to pass some time with... <3 love you lots

now playing: bad things—mgk & camila cabello

“It smells like sex in here.”

Your roommate’s voice cuts through the quiet room, half-amused, half-accusing.

Looking up at her from under your warm covers, you respond casually, “Well, autoeroticism is a type of sex.”

Nari tilts her head, her lips pursing slightly as she processes your words. Then, closing the distance, she sits at the edge of your bed. The blanket shifts dangerously low, nearly exposing your bare chest. You bite the inside of your lip to suppress a laugh, quickly tugging it back up in time.

“Is that a nerdy way to say masturbation?” she asks, narrowing her eyes. “And did you really have to get fully naked? With the door unlocked? God, Y/nn, I’ll never get used to how comfortable you are with your sexuality.”

You giggle softly, leaning back into your pillow, lashes lowering as you gaze up at your pretty roommate. “I can teach you how to get comfortable with it if you want.”

Nari rolls her eyes, her lips curving into a sarcastic smile. She playfully smacks your thigh through the blanket, making you laugh. “I’m gay, but not gay enough to settle for a slut, sorry, baby.”

“Slut?” you echo, feigning offense with a dramatic gasp, your eyebrows shooting up in mock surprise. “It’s 2024, unnie… I don’t know if you can say that anymore.”

“Mmm,” she hums thoughtfully, her eyes sweeping over your barely-covered frame as she shakes her head. “It’s not even two o’clock, Y/nn. Like—” she cuts herself off with a chuckle and a shrug. “No, you know what? I’m not even surprised. Anyway, I came to ask if you needed anything from the supermarket. I would’ve texted, but I heard your voice through the door…” She pauses, realization dawning a beat too late. “Oh god. Those weren’t conversations. Fuck, sorry for interrupting.”

“It’s okay.” You smile, poking her lightly with your blanket-covered foot. “Wasn’t going that great anyway.” You shrug. “Strawberries, please? And some chocolate—the dippy kind.”

“Sure,” she nods, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on your sweaty cheek. You try to nuzzle into her affectionately, but she laughs, pushing your face back into the pillow. “‘Not that great?’ You’re sweating like a dog,” she teases as she stands to leave. “Be back soon. Love you.”

“Love you,” you echo, waving lightly as she shuts the door.

The second you hear the front door click shut, you exhale sharply, tossing the blanket off your overheated body.

“‘Not that great?’” Jungkook’s voice breaks the silence, mock offense lacing his tone as he steps out of your closet, his cock still hard and pressing against his stomach. You reach for your bra from the floor, pretending not to notice his pout. “Not exactly the review I usually get…”

You laugh halfheartedly, clipping your bra back on and scanning the floor for your panties. Jungkook frowns, shuffling back onto the bed, his warm chest brushing against your back as he watches you tug your panties up.

“Hey…” His voice softens when he realizes you're redressing. His hand gently rests against your side, only for it to be covered by your shirt as you pull it over your head.

“Y/nn? What—what’s wrong? You don’t wanna keep going? I’m—” His words falter as you stand to pull your jeans on, facing him with a look that leaves him unsure. His throat tightens, but he tries again, “Did you— I mean, I-I’m more than happy to keep going. It didn’t bother me that she almost caught us…”

You give him an amused smile, making his heart lurch, but you say nothing. Jungkook’s mouth goes dry as he watches you fasten the button of your jeans and walk over to your desk. Still silent, you put on your glasses, picking up your phone and swiping across the screen.

Jungkook sits on the bed, completely naked, his lips pursing as he watches you text without sparing him a glance. He opens his mouth to say something, but you’re already locking your phone, reaching for your jacket hanging on the back of your chair. His heart sinks as you walk toward the door without a word.

You twist the doorknob, then hum softly like you’ve forgotten something. “Could you lock the front door behind you, please?”

Jungkook’s jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. You tilt your head, faking confusion as you ask, “Is that going to be difficult for you…?”

Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head as he leans down to grab his briefs from under the bed. “You’re a real bitch, you know that, Y/n?” His tone is sharp as he tugs the underwear on.

Leaning against the door, you nod nonchalantly, watching him stuff his hardon back into his briefs. “Mhm, I’ve heard…”

Jungkook pulls his black tee over his head, still looking incredulous. “Why are you acting like this? Did you—did you, like, actually not enjoy it?”

Your stomach tightens as you catch the insecurity flicker in his eyes, his brows knitting together slightly as he zips up his jeans. You roll your eyes at yourself for feeling bad, knowing that's exactly why you’re in this position to begin with.

“It was good, Jungkook.” You blink at him, your voice lacking the enthusiasm he’s used to. Now fully dressed, he walks over to you, his shoulders drooping slightly.

You clear your throat and open the door wider, a gesture for him to leave. Jungkook hesitates, stopping just in front of you, his hand brushing your arm gently. But you pull away, and his heart sinks further.

“I have to go—”

Jungkook cuts you off with a frustrated huff. “Y/n, if I did something you didn’t like, you need to tell me. I told you before, if I get too rough, I want to know… I'm sorr—”

“You weren’t too rough,” you laugh humorlessly, shaking your head. “I’ll text you later, okay? I really have to go—”

“Seriously?” He snaps, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. “Where? To Taehyung’s?”

Your head tilts as you look up at him, unimpressed. “Why do you just assume I’m going to another guy's? I could have a study group—”

“Because I know when your study groups are,” he shoots back, glancing at his phone and then at you. “And because you said we had a couple hours. It’s only been forty-five minutes.”

“Can I explain later?” you sigh, exasperated. “This is taking so lon—”

“Holy shit,” Jungkook mutters under his breath, shaking his head, jaw clenched as he brushes past you toward the front door.

He shoves his feet into his shoes angrily, staring at you as you quietly close your bedroom door and follow him. There’s a softness to your movement, a quietness that almost makes his anger dissolve. Almost.

“I’m not going to keep doing this.” His voice holds a cold finality, one that makes your eyes drop to the floor. When you finally look up, there’s a slight glassiness in your gaze, and his throat tightens. “I’m not going to let you make me feel like this anymore.”

You stay silent, your eyes flicking between his before you nod slightly and slip on your sandals. Jungkook runs a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands as you open the front door. You stand there, waiting for him to walk through.

Jungkook glances at the corridor, then back at you, and his resolve immediately fucking crumbles. His lips part, ready to take it all back. Tell you he didn’t mean it. That he doesn’t care how many times you push him away, ignore his texts, put your situationship on hold while you see where things could go with another guy that could offer you what he couldn't. He’d still come back.

He’ll always come back.

But his eyes flick to your phone as it dings, a message from your ex, Taehyung, flashing across the screen. You meet his gaze briefly before you flip the phone over, hiding the notification. But it’s too late. Jungkook already saw it.

He leaves without a word.

“Dunno. Been like two days or something. Don't remember, don't care.” Jungkook’s voice is flat, casual, but tension lingers behind his words as his thumbs flick over the controller, eyes locked on the screen.

He and Jimin are sprawled out on their dorm couch, Jungkook playing FIFA while his best friend scrolls through his phone.

Jimin doesn’t even look up, fingers tapping lazily as he scrolls. “Why do you still pretend like you don’t care around me? I’m like the last person you should lie to.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightens, eyes focused on the screen as his player sprints down the pitch. But everything feels off, like the game’s moving slower than it should. His shot misses the goal by a mile, and his teeth clench hard. “I’m not lying.”

Jimin rolls his eyes amusedly, still swiping through his Instagram feed. “Mm, sure, Jungkookie. I believe you.”

“I’m not,” Jungkook snaps, offended, his grip tightening on the controller. He flicks back to the main menu and loads into another match after getting absolutely thrashed in the last one. “She hasn’t texted me, I haven’t texted her. Whatever. She’s probably back with her ex or something. Couldn’t care less.”

The small sniff that follows is almost imperceptible, but Jimin catches it, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “Ah.” He hums, not even bothering to look up. “You’re trying to convince yourself, not me. I get it. No worries then.”

Jungkook’s fingers freeze over the controller, jaw locking as his eyes snap to Jimin. He’s burning holes into the side of the blonde’s head, and it takes everything in him not to hurl the controller across the room. Meanwhile, Jimin, lounging comfortably on the other end of the couch, continues scrolling, completely unbothered.

Jungkook exhales harshly through his nose, turning back to the screen. His chest tightens, frustration building, making every movement feel stiff and out of place. The new match starts, but he’s not in it. The ball slides past him, and when another easy goal slips through his fingers, his teeth grit harder.

He can’t focus. Not on the game, not on anything. Because all he can think about is you. How you brushed him off like it was nothing, how you acted like he didn’t matter. And the worst part? You still haven’t texted.

Not once.

He keeps telling himself it’s fine. That he doesn’t care. But the tightening in his chest, the ache in his stomach — it all says otherwise. You both get around, and it’s no secret. Jungkook can’t even remember the last time he even cared about hearing from someone after hooking up.

But you?

You have him wrapped around your finger so tight that he hasn’t eaten properly for the past forty-eight hours, meanwhile you haven’t even sent him a single fucking text.

It’s pathetic. He's pathetic. And it’s all your fault.

Jimin’s voice cuts through his spiraling thoughts, softer but still pointed. “You know,” he starts, glancing up from his phone, “if you really didn’t care, you wouldn’t be this upset, Jungkookie.”

Jungkook sighs heavily, dropping the controller to the side without even pausing the game, dragging a hand through his messy hair in frustration. "Yeah, I know, hyung. But I don’t even know why she’s mad in the first place. Things were fine. Good, actually. Like really fucking good."

‹ ‹ ‹

“Holy fuck!”

Your gasp fills the room as you clutch the back of your thighs, holding your bent legs up while Jungkook drives his cock deeper inside you. His hips snap against yours with his athlete precision, his thick length slamming into your g-spot with each thrust, ripping strangled, throaty moans from your throat.

“Yes baby,” you whimper, your voice cracking. "So goo—uh! uhh, uhhh, my godddd!"

Jungkook’s chest heaves, his teeth dragging over his lip ring as he watches you fall apart beneath him. “I know, baby, I fucking know,” he groans, his voice rough, the sound of your wet cunt sucking him in driving him wild. “Feels so fucking good. Always take me so well, Y/nn. Such a pretty little pussy. Made for me, ah? Fuucck.”

Your nails dig into your thighs as you spread your legs wider, needing him deeper. "Yessss, uh, love your big cock, Jungkookie. M-makes me feel fucking dumb. Godddd, I love it."

He groans, his pace quickening, eyes locked on the way you tremble under him, your eyes rolled back, expression completely fucked out. His lips part to tell you how fucking pretty you look when—

The sound of your roommate’s keys jingling in the front door freezes him.

“Shit,” he curses under his breath, pulling out of you so fast it makes you wince. In a scramble, Jungkook jumps off the bed, grabbing his clothes and kicking them under the frame in a huff.

Your blanket is barely covering you when he dives toward your closet, slipping inside and shutting the door just as the front door swings open. Your heart sinks as you watch him disappear. You clear your throat, sitting up just in time for your best friend to step into the room.

› › ›

Jungkook leans back into the couch, arms crossed over his chest, scowling at nothing in particular. “See what I mean? We were good. Then, boom, she’s pissed.”

Jimin scoffs, still amused as he scrolls through his phone. “Are you fucking stupid?”

Jungkook turns to him, confusion written all over his face. “What?”

Jimin rolls his eyes, tossing his phone onto the coffee table and fixing his best friend with a deadpan stare. "You really don’t get it, do you?"

"Well, obviously fucking not, hyung. Can you stop talking in code and just tell me?”

The dim lights of the campus library flicker slightly as Jungkook pushes through the double doors, the sound of ice clinking against the sides of the drink in his hand echoing in the foyer. The space is mostly empty now, save for a few scattered students packing up their things, preparing to leave for the night.

His eyes immediately find you. You’re by the front counter, walking away from one of the tables, probably having just told the last few stragglers that the library is closing. For a moment, you don’t notice him, too absorbed in your task, your brows furrowed in concentration as you tidy up the space. But when he approaches the counter, heart lodged in his throat, your eyes finally land on him.

“Sorry, we’re closed for the n—” Your words falter as soon as you realize who’s standing before you. Jungkook, clad in a cozy hoodie, the hood pulled over his head, his big boba eyes skimming over your face. His expression softens as he blinks, shifting the drink in his hand.

“Hey,” he says quietly, placing the Dunkin’ cup on the counter in front of you before slipping his hands back into his pockets. “Can we please talk?”

Your eyes flicker from his face to the drink, lingering on the straw already placed in the cup, a chunk of the liquid missing. You wrap your fingers around the cup with an amused look, lifting it to take a sip of the caramel coffee.

Glancing at the time on the computer monitor beside you, you ignore the way him getting your order exactly right makes you feel and nod slightly. “Sure, but can it be quick? I’ve still got a bit of reshelving to do before I head off,” you hum, your gaze darting back to him.

“I’ll help?”

Jungkook’s gaze follows you as you step up onto the stool, reaching to place a book on the top shelf. He couldn’t tell you what the novel’s about, not even if you held a gun to his head. But he could tell you exactly what color panties you’re wearing, thanks to the perfect view your short skirt offers him every time you stretch up.

Baby blue, by the way.

Once the book is nestled between the others, you glance down at him, pushing your glasses back up your nose when they slip slightly. “Next one, please.”

He blinks, shaking off the haze clouding his brain, and hands you the last dusty book in his hands. His eyes trail over you, glued to the way you move as you place the book on the shelf, the scent of your coconut shampoo and vanilla-creme perfume making his head spin.

“You know, we’re almost finished, and you still haven’t done much talking,” you say lightly, your Docs clacking against the steps as you climb back down.

“You look so pretty today,” Jungkook blurts dumbly, his voice a little hoarse as he follows you down the aisle, pushing the book cart.

Your head tilts in amusement as you watch him get closer, his hood still tugged low over his hair. “Thank you, Jungkook. You look cute in your hoodie.”

“Y'still mad at me?” he asks with a cute little frown, pulling the cart to a stop before stepping around it to stand directly in front of you.

Your soft laugh hums through the quiet library as you shake your head. “Don’t think so.” You let him close the distance, his big hands ghosting over the sleeves of your sweater, sending shivers up your arms.

“Stop calling me Jungkook then,” he mutters, his lips brushing your ear as he leans down, resting his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent he’s been craving for days.

“Isn’t that your name?” you feign confusion, lifting your hands to pull his hoodie down, fingers threading through the soft strands of his hair that appear.

Jungkook nips lightly at your neck in warning, the gentle bite making you let out a soft breathy noise, and he swallows hard. “Kookie or Jungkookie,” he corrects, his voice barely above a whisper as he presses little kisses into your skin.

“Kook?” you hum, your teasing tone making his hands slide further down your waist.

“No,” he scoffs under his breath, his lips finding a particularly sensitive spot on your neck without even trying. “Tae calls me that.”

A laugh slips from your lips, but he’s not laughing. He pulls you closer, his lips lingering on your skin as he mumbles, “I’m so sorry, Y/nn.”

He leans back to meet your gaze, and the intensity in his eyes makes your stomach twist. “I didn’t hide because I was embarrassed of you, I swear. I just—”

“Whoa,” you mutter, your hands pressing gently against his chest as you push him back a little. “I didn’t say that. Why are you—”

“Jimin hyung told me,” he pouts, taking a step closer as you step back. “I didn’t understand why you were mad, but he explained it to me, and—”

“You’re telling people about what happens between us?” you snap, moving around him. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I was confused and losing my mind,” he rushes out, his voice tight with frustration. “You hadn’t texted me since that day, and I was going crazy—”

“You didn’t text me either,” you shoot back, shaking your head as you grab the last three books from the cart and climb the step stool. “We’re not together, Jungkook. You don’t have to worry about hurting my feelings.” You laugh bitterly. “And anyway, you didn’t—”

“Bullshit,” Jungkook frowns, stepping closer to the stool as you shove the books onto the shelf with more force than necessary. “You were pissed at me.”

You don’t reply, your hands gripping the books tightly as you try to shove them into place, but your frustration makes them impossible to slide in properly. Jungkook keeps talking, and your hands shake as you fumble with the last book.

Then, with one final shove, the book slams into place, but your shoe slips against the edge of the stool. Before you can even begin to fall, his strong hands are around your waist, lifting you off the steps and plopping you safely on the ground.

“Y'okay?” Jungkook asks, his voice soft as he steadies you. His hands linger on your waist, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin.

You don’t want to admit how flustered you feel, but his hands are so warm, so soft, and you don’t pull away. You just nod gently.

Jungkook leans in, his lips brushing your neck again as he mumbles, “You're usually private about your personal life, and I didn’t want you to worry about explaining anything to Nari that you didn't want to. Would never be embarrassed of you. Could never be."

Your heart softens at his words, and you can't control your body as it melts into him, your fingers curling into the back of his hoodie. His lips drag up the soft skin of your neck until they eventually find yours, and just like that, you forget why you were ever mad at the pretty fuck-boy in the first place.

His mouth moves hungrily against yours as he pushes you gently against the shelves and your breath catches, letting him lift you by your thighs until they're wrapped around his waist, his groin pressing right between your legs.

The kiss grows a little deeper, a little wetter, and your hands thread through his hair, tugging at the scalp and humming in delight when his groan vibrates against your lips. His tongue swipes against yours, his nose nudging up that your glasses lift and a soft moan slips from your lips, your own tongue trying to lick off all the caramel he stole from your drink.

Just as your hands slip under his hoodie, your phone starts buzzing in the cart. Jungkook pulls back, breathing heavily, his lips red and a little swollen as his long arm reaches for your phone. He hands it to you, letting your legs sink to the ground as he takes a quick peek at the screen.

His tongue flicks over his lipring in annoyance when he sees the name on the display. KTH.

You glance down at the phone in your hand, completely unbothered as you decline the call. Taehyung’s name disappears from the screen, and you lean up to press a soft kiss to Jungkook’s pouty lips before turning back to pack the stool into the now-empty cart.

Jungkook adjusts his hoodie slightly as he watches you push the cart back down the isle. He follows close behind, biting his lip to keep from breaking into a big fucking grin.

“Did you guys at least use a condom?”

“Shut up,” you laugh, nudging Jungkook’s side as the two of you make your way toward the library entrance. The lights flick off one by one behind you, your voice filling the quiet space. “I didn’t sleep with him.”

Jungkook has your bag slung over his shoulder, his pleased little smile plastered across his lips as he gives you a once-over. His tongue darts out to swipe over his bottom lip, unable to stop himself from staring.

You just look so sweet. Wrapped up in your white knitted sweater, smooth and soft legs disappearing under the hem of your little plaid skirt, hair falling imperfectly perfect over your shoulders. And those glasses. Those pretty fucking glasses perched on your pretty fucking nose. He doesn’t know why, but the sight of them makes his cock throb in his joggers. You just... do that to him.

Finally, you both reach the double doors. Jungkook pulls the keys from your bag, dropping them into your palm as he steps a little closer. The air between you stills for a moment, neither of you saying anything as he watches you carefully. His brow furrows slightly, his heart skipping a beat as you fidget with the keys in your hand, blinking up at him through those pretty eyes. He wonders what’s running through that brilliant mind of yours.

“I’m sorry, Kookie,” you say softly, your voice breaking the silence.

Jungkook frowns, shaking his head as he takes another step closer, the concern in his eyes clear. “Why?”

“You told me you wouldn’t let me ‘continue to make you feel this way,’ and I just—”

“No, Y/nn, I didn’t mean—”

“No, Jungkookie.” Your voice is firmer this time as you look up at him, your expression more serious. “You have every right to establish boundaries. If I make you feel confused or frustrated, you don’t have to put up with that.”

“I’d let you, like, spit on me and tell me I’m stupid, Y/nn,” he shrugs, flashing you a pretty grin. “Well, I am stupid, but still, I’d let you—”

“You are not stupid.” Your eyebrows pull together as you cross your arms, voice sharp with protectiveness. “Did someone call you stupid?”

Jungkook bites his lip, fighting to keep the smile off his face. “No, I’m just saying you could if you wanted to.”

“You’re such an idiot,” you huff, your arms falling to your sides as the keys jingle in your hand.

“Hey… you just—”

“Ah,” you murmur, giggling softly as you step closer, slipping your arms around his waist. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that. You’re the smartest boy,” you coo, tiptoeing up to press soft kisses under his jaw.

Jungkook’s lips purse as he bites back a smile, his heart swelling at your touch. He tilts his head down, his eyes locking onto your cute little pout, and with no resistance left in him, he lets his grin break free as he leans down to capture your lips with his.

A light groan escapes from his throat as your arms tighten around his waist, your soft, warm body pressing against his like it’s exactly where you belong. His hands slip up to cradle the back of your head, his fingers gently threading through your hair as his lips part against yours. His tongue slips through, finding yours effortlessly as the kiss deepens, his world melting away until it’s just you. Just the way it should be.

Until the weirdest thing happens.

It's almost as if the one person Jungkook least wanted to see on the entire planet had suddenly—

“Y/nn?”

Taehyung’s voice shatters the moment, and you immediately break away, furrowing your brows in confusion as you turn toward the sound. You’re still snug against Jungkook’s chest, his arms reluctant to let you go, tightening a little when he realizes who it is.

“Tae?” you blink, your hands dropping to Jungkook’s forearms, gently prying them loose as you glance up at him. His jaw is set tight and you wipe a bit of your lip gloss from the corner of his mouth. “One sec, Kookie. Lemme just—”

“Y/n…” Taehyung’s knock on the glass comes again, this time a little more impatient, and Jungkook's eyes roll to the back of his head.

“I’m coming,” you call out, slipping from Jungkook’s grasp and flicking the latch on the library door. The cold night air rushes in as Taehyung steps inside, a warm smile instantly spreading across his face as he spots you.

“Hey,” he greets, moving closer and wrapping his arms around you in a quick hug. You reciprocate, giving him a light pat on the back, but his hands slide down to rest around your waist, lingering in a way that makes Jungkook’s tongue poke the inside of his cheek.

Jungkook shifts his weight from one foot to the other, your bag slipping slightly down his arm as he stuffs his hands into his pockets, his narrowed gaze fixed on the back of Taehyung’s head.

“What’re you doing here?” you ask, stepping back from Taehyung’s hold, your brows knitting as you look up at him.

Taehyung sighs, letting his hands fall to his sides. “You weren’t answering my calls or texts for the past three days. I even went to your dorm and asked Nari what you were up to, but she told me you died and to go away, so… I’ve been trying all the places I thought you’d be.”

Jungkook’s brows shoot up, disbelief flickering across his face. The sheer guts it took for Taehyung to admit all that in front of him? And the fact that he was doing all that in the first place? He thought he was your biggest simp, but shit.

Then, as the words settle, a wave of relief washes over him. You haven’t talked to Taehyung in three days. So, you really weren’t texting him that night.

His heart soars.

You offer Taehyung a small smile. “I’ve just been really busy, sorry, Tae.”

Taehyung chuckles, shrugging lightly. “Yeah, seems like it…” His eyes flicker over to Jungkook, lingering on the bag hanging from his arm for just a second before he nods in acknowledgment. “Hey, Kook.”

The striker forces a tight-lipped smile, returning the goalie's nod. “Hey, Tae.”

The tension in the air is thick, making you clear your throat awkwardly. Being stuck in an empty room with the both of them? Fucking nightmare fuel.

You knew getting involved with two guys from the same sports team and friend group was a disaster waiting to happen. But in your defense, it wasn’t exactly the plan...

You’d already been hooking up with Jungkook casually for a while before Taehyung even entered the picture. In fact, the last time you had slept with Jungkook was right before a match that Taehyung had invited you to watch. You’d been texting with him for a while, and the plan was to go out to dinner after the game. Jungkook had never invited you to a game…

Anyway, not exactly your proudest moment.

It's just that when Jungkook had gotten all pouty and sad after you told him you wanted to see where things with Taehyung could go, and there were twenty minutes left before the game started…

It was a parting gift, okay?

Taehyung had been a great boyfriend, truly. Caring, funny, easy on the eyes — things had been going well. You weren’t even sure why you ended it after five months.

Maybe it had something to do with the way your stomach would twist every time you were out with the group, and Taehyung wasn’t the one making you laugh the hardest that night.

Maybe it had something to do with the way you’d sit in the bleachers, watching their games, but your eyes would somehow always drift to Jersey #1 instead of Jersey #30.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that a twenty-minute quickie with #1 had been more intense, more mind-numbing than anything you experienced during five months with #30.

But those were just theories, of course.

“Have you eaten?”

Taehyung’s voice cuts through your thoughts, and you blink, refocusing on him. “Hmm? Uh, no. But I was going to—”

“Hanjie’s is open late. Did you wanna grab something for dinner?” he suggests, his tone hopeful as he looks over at Jungkook and adds, “You down, Kook?”

Your brows furrow instantly at the worst idea you’ve ever heard. As your lips part to impolitely decline the invitation, Jungkook responds faster than you can.

“Yeah, I could eat.”

Your eyes snap to Jungkook, wide with horror. He’s holding Taehyung’s gaze, the faintest hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips as he adjusts your bag on his shoulder. He glances at you, his head tilting slightly like he’s enjoying this far too much.

You narrow your eyes at him, disbelief written all over your face, before turning back to Taehyung. You’re about to put an end to this terrible plan, but Taehyung chimes in again, all smiles and casual energy. “Cool, let’s go.”

He pushes the door open, holding it for the two of you, looking back at you expectantly.

Your fists clench at your sides, and you stay rooted to the spot, but then Jungkook’s warm hand presses gently against the small of your back. “C’mon, know you’re hungry,” he murmurs, leaning down so only you can hear. “I’ll pay.”

You roll your eyes, but reluctantly step forward, letting him guide you into the cold night air. Taehyung happily lets the door swing shut behind you both, glancing back as Jungkook locks the double doors behind him with the keys you hadn’t even realized he’d slipped from your hands. He drops them back into your bag, pulling his hood back up over his head before stuffing his hands into his pants pockets.

You fall into step between the two football players, walking silently down the cold campus path toward Hanjie’s Sikdang. You hug your arms tighter across your chest, sending up a silent prayer that one of the street lamps overhead would give way and fall right on top of you.

You trail behind Taehyung and Jungkook, who are already making their way to a booth. They slide into opposite sides, both of them leaving an open space beside them, clearly expecting you to take a seat.

Your jaw clenches as you glance between the two options, your eyes drifting to a stool at the edge of the room. It's tempting, but dragging it all the way over to sit at the end of the table would make you look like a fucking freak, and so, with a resigned sigh, you walk toward the left side of the booth.

Jungkook bites back a smirk as you slide in next to him, promptly grabbing your bag to plop it on the other side of the seat, removing the barrier between you. His knee bumps yours under the table, and though you roll your eyes, you pick up your phone, pretending to check your notifications to hide the smile tugging at your lips.

Menus are passed around, and the three of you glance over them briefly. Taehyung orders a steak sandwich, while you and Jungkook opt for cheeseburgers and he gets fries for the table.

As the pretty waitress walks away, you steal a quick glance at Jungkook, curious if he noticed the way she blatantly flirted with him. But, to your surprise, he seems completely unfazed, swirling his straw in his drink with casual indifference. Hm. He definitely noticed.

Taehyung, ever the easygoing type, tries to break the silence by bringing up a lighthearted memory. From when the two of you were fucking dating.

"Y/nn always used to order iced tea on our dates," he chuckles, glancing at the drink both you and Jungkook just ordered. "Guess some things never change, huh?"

Your eyes flicker toward Jungkook, who already knows how much you love iced tea. He’s watched you order it countless times on group nights out, and sometimes, he’s even ordered it for you when you were running late or in the bathroom when the waiter came by. His lips pull into a tight smile as he takes a sip from his glass, clearly trying not to react to the comment.

"Yeah," Jungkook says, his voice casual but carrying a subtle edge. "I know."

The conversation drifts from small talk to more neutral topics, and soon the food arrives. You try to focus on your cheeseburger, nodding along as Taehyung chats about practice and classes, chiming in here and there. But somehow, the conversation keeps veering back to your shared past with him.

"Remember when you used to bring me snacks to practice? Gummies and pocky sticks?" Taehyung teases with a grin, leaning back in his seat as he takes a bite of his steak sandwich. "You were so good at taking care of me back then."

You laugh lightly, brushing it off with a nonchalant shrug. It's an old chapter of your life, one that no longer holds any weight. But beside you, Jungkook’s energy shifts. His body grows tense, his thigh pressing harder against yours as his grip on his burger tightens.

You glance over at him, your brows furrowing slightly. He’s clearly frustrated, and you just blink slowly. You didn’t care about Taehyung’s comments. Why should he?

"Yeah," Jungkook mutters, his voice low as he shoots Taehyung a tight smile. "I’m sure Y/nn’s still great at taking care of people."

There’s a sharpness to his words, a barely-veiled implication that makes you chew slower on your bite of the burger. You glance down at your plate, shaking your head subtly as discomfort creeps up on you. Taehyung, oblivious or unbothered to the underlying tension, laughs at Jungkook’s comment and nods along.

"Yeah, I’m sure she is," he agrees, his tone light and carefree.

You force a smile, but the entire situation feels like a cruel joke. You glance at the door, reconsidering your poor life choices. A free cheeseburger is definitely not worth the month’s supply of testosterone you’ve just inhaled in the past fifteen minutes.

"I'm tired," you say after another minute, setting down your half-eaten burger. Both boys glance up at you, Taehyung is the first to respond.

"Long day?" he asks softly, biting into a few fries.

You nod, reaching for a napkin to wipe the grease from your fingers. Jungkook’s gaze is heavy on the side of your face, and when you look up, you see him finish chewing before giving you a nod.

"Okay, let's go," he says, waiting for you to slide out of the booth.

You shake your head, gesturing toward the food still left on both their plates. “Finish eating, I’ll wait until you guys are done.”

Jungkook’s lips part, probably to insist, but Taehyung beats him to it. "I'm pretty much done... I can walk you back to your dorm if you want? It's getting dark out."

Your head turns to Taehyung, blinking at his unfairly gorgeous face before you smile appreciatively. "That's okay, Tae. It’s not far, I’ll be fine."

Jungkook looks down at his plate, his jaw working as his tongue runs along the inside of his cheek. Without a word, he picks up the last bite of his burger, shoves it into his mouth, and quickly chugs the rest of his iced tea. He swallows, then pats your thigh with finality. "C’mon, let’s go."

You glance up at him, noting the firm set of his expression as you grab your phone from the table. Jungkook reaches for your bag, sliding it off the booth as you both prepare to leave. Taehyung hums in surprise, stuffing a few more fries into his mouth before sliding out of the booth with a smile.

"Hey, no, if you’re still hungry, eat," you frown lightly, tilting your head at Taehyung. "We’ll wait."

Beside you, Jungkook’s hand tightens around your waist in protest, and you give him a pointed nudge in the ribs with your elbow. He exhales sharply through his nose, clearly annoyed but relenting.

Taehyung laughs through his mouthful, shaking his head before swallowing. "Nah, all good. I’m full now, let’s head out."

Jungkook’s hand slips from your waist momentarily as he tosses a few notes down for the bill and a tip before placing his arm back around you. Taehyung follows suit, placing his cut on top of Jungkook’s and tucking his wallet back into his pocket. He falls back into step with the two of you, still smiling as you guys leave the diner.

The walk back to the female dormitories isn’t long, the three of you strolling along the stony path under the soft glow of the streetlights.

Things are okay now, your stomach satiated and the fact that you're going to be tucked up in your bed soon easing your mind. Taehyung walks to your right, Jungkook to your left, the latter quiet, the former chatty. As the temperature drops even further, you can’t help the slight shiver that runs down your spine.

Taehyung notices immediately and stops his ramble. “Here,” he says, starting to shrug off his jacket, his voice as warm as ever. “You’re freezing. Take this.”

Normally, you would’ve accepted it without a second thought because 1. it's a cute boy offering you his jacket, and 2. why would you want to freeze to death?

But when you feel Jungkook tense slightly beside you, you pause. Suppressing the urge to roll your eyes, you gently rub your hand over Taehyung’s shoulder in thanks, offering him a small smile as you decline. “I’m fine, Tae, thanks though.”

As you glance over at Jungkook, you catch his eyes, narrowing yours as they shift up and down his hoodie. If he doesn’t want you to have Taehyung’s jacket so bad, he can offer you his own.

He holds your gaze, his lips quirking up in amusement as his tongue darts out to swipe over his lip. His hands easily drop to the hem of his hoodie, lifting it slightly to reveal his bare stomach with no shirt underneath.

You can barely suppress the laugh bubbling in your throat at the sight of his cute tummy after eating, but you keep your expression serious, raising a brow as if to say, Okay, and? Give it.

Jungkook tilts his head at you, his lips curving upwards, a breathy laugh escaping as he bites down on his lip ring. With a resigned shake of his head, he stops walking, both hands going to the hem of his hoodie as he starts pulling it off.

A snicker bursts out of you, and before he can expose himself any further, your hands fly out to stop him, tugging his hoodie back down. “Shameless,” you mutter, shaking your head, still laughing softly as you grab his arm and drag him along.

You fall back into step with Taehyung, who glanced back curiously at the two of you, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he shrugged his jacket back on. When you finally reach the steps of your dorm block, you climb up the first one, turning back to face them.

“Thanks for walking me home. Sorry I was a bummer at dinner.” You give a small, apologetic smile, your hands clutching the strap of your purse. “It was good, I’m just tired.”

Jungkook blinks, his eyes raking over you, hands shoved deep into his pants pockets as he remains quiet. Meanwhile, Taehyung shakes his head, his voice gentle. “Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong. Love spending time with you, no matter how you’re feeling.”

Your heart tugs at his words, the familiar pang of guilt settling in your chest. You feel bad for ignoring his texts, but even worse because, as sweet as his words are, you wish they were coming from Jungkook instead.

God, you fucking suck.

“Thank you, Taehyungie.” You offer him a soft smile, setting your bag down on the step before stepping forward to wrap your arms around his neck.

He steps closer, his hands curling gently around your sides as he pulls you into a warm hug. His body relaxes slightly in your embrace, the sound of the nickname you'd always call him when you were together turning his limbs to jelly. Your hands rub gently across his back before you give him a light squeeze.

As you pull back, your eyes meet Jungkook’s. His expression is hard to read — his gaze on you, but not quite meeting yours. Taehyung’s hands reluctantly fall away from your waist, and he quickly wipes the disappointment from his face, replacing it with his signature bear-y grin.

You shift in your stance as Taehyung steps back, his eyes wandering around the dark, empty courtyard. A soft sigh lodges in your chest as the quiet stretches on, Jungkook continuing to stand there, his eyes still resting on you. Unmoving, silent.

After a long minute, Taehyung breaks the silence, his voice light but tinged with curiosity. “Ready to go, Kook?”

He glances at Jungkook, clearly surprised by his stillness, as if he expected him to have said goodbye to you properly by now — maybe with a hug or at least some words.

That makes two of you.

a/n ermm i know that dorms def do nott have seperate bedrooms at uni... 😭 i realized once i was on my final re-read and i was nawtt going back to re-edit it all 👄 so let's use our big imaginations for this one!! lemme know what u think? love youu <3

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tommyshelby87 · 6 days ago

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Empy shelves and promises - Chapter 1

Hi everyone! I am slowly going to post the chapters I am writing for my Peaky Blinders fic, since I'm way too excited to wait until I am completely done. When I first started this blog, I posted a snippet and asked who wanted to be on the taglist. A lot of wonderful people responded and those are the people that I'm tagging right now. Do let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist. I would love to hear your thoughts!

Title: Empy shelves and promises

Chapter 1: A union arranged. Ao3 link

Summary: Evelyn Carnahan, the daughter of Howard Carnahan is set up the marry the infamous Tommy Shelby, the leader of the Peaky Blinders. Howard is in debt with the Peaky Blinders and in payment, Tommy insist on a marriage with Evie. Can the bookish young librarian hold her own against his dark and commanding personality?

Warnings: DarkTommy, arranged marriage, loss, angst, grief, dark themes and serious subjects, will post appropriate warnings with each chapter.

“So. Evelyn. Are you any good with children?” Thomas Shelby asked in a gruff manner, his low voice rumbling as he eyed the woman across from him up and down. His blue eyes took in every little detail, as if she were prey in his grasp. “I have a son, Charlie. He's five.”

Evelyn stared back at him wide-eyed, her hands neatly folded on her long beige skirt. Her simple white striped blouse formed a strong contrast to the wealth around her, especially emphasized by the plain black scarf that decorated her neck. A small pair of black glasses was high up on her nose, but occasionally slid down, revealing her light-brown eyes. Her brown curls were done up in a practical bun, a few loose curls framing her face. All in all she looked far too sweet and conservative to even be in this well-off mansion, with the leader of the Peaky Blinders. Thomas took out a cigarette, raising a bored brow at this mousy little creature. “I don't really have a lot of experience. Besides that of my work,” Evie hesitantly stated. “And you may call me Evie for short, all my friends do,” she added, warmly. He raises a brow and chuckles some, sending her a rather arrogant gaze. “Your work? Well then, do enlighten me..Evelyn” he asked, his tone laced with venom. It was clear sign that he wasn't going to consider her a friend. He lit his cigarette and inhaled. “What do you do for work?” Evie was taken aback by his cold demeanour, even while she did her best to be pleasant. She noticed how he refused to call her 'Evie', but insisted on using her full name. But she swallowed hard and tried to explain her predicament, in a shaky voice. “I work as a librarian, you see, and I read to a group of children on Tuesdays and Thursdays,” she stated. Thomas blew a puff of smoke in her direction, staring her down intently. “You don't work as my wife.” “Well, you see, I've had this job for so long, I love doing it, so I do not wish to give it up.” “You don't work. As my wife,” he repeated, gesturing at her with the cigarette bud between his fingers. When she opened her mouth to protest again, he blew another cloud of smoke her way, smirking lightly. Evelyn gasped at the rude gesture and got up from her seat. “What did you do that for? It's disgusting. And yes, I will keep my job, thank you!” “Sit down.” Evelyn stared at him in disbelief, no idea what this rude man was ordering her around for.

- Three weeks earlier -

Evie was reading her favourite novel Treasure Island with a smile, after a day of hard work. The story filled with pirates, treasure and adventure never failed to cheer her up. As she got to her favourite part, her heart began to hurt a little. Ever since Jonathan... A knock on her door disturbed her thoughts and her reading. She placed the bookmark between the pages carefully and put it aside, before opening her door to see who was visiting her. “Father!” she said, sounding happily surprised but wary at the same time.

Howard Carnahan took off his hat and cleared his throat. “Evelyn, we need to talk,” he stated and entered her home. Evie frowned, her father only called her by her full name when he was very serious about things. “I'll put the kettle on,” she stated softly and did so. Her father cleared his throat again. “You eh...you know that I am in debt, don't you?” She nodded. How could she not know? He had been asking her and other family members for money left and right, because of his gambling and drinking. “And you know that...that..” Evie made some tea and put a mug in front of him, stepping back to her kitchen counter to sip from her own. The fact that she didn’t sit down with her father betrayed the distance between them. “Things have been hard since...since...your mother passed and...” “Yes, I know,” she said sadly. She still remembered that awful time and the events leading up to her mothers death. She shuddered as she thought of it. “I thought moving from London to Birmingham after that would solve things..that we could start anew here.” Evie nodded.

“But I miss your mother so much and..I know I've lost myself in my vices.”

A silence fell between them. A tear ran down her cheek. They had too much grief between them, it swallowed every bit of love and affection between the two and only left distance in its wake. “I've been getting myself in trouble, Evie...and you have to help me.” Howard finally admitted and Evie rose a brow, taking a gulp of her warm tea. “There is this gang of mobsters here, ruling the streets of Birmingham, as you know..” Evie nodded, having heard of them. “The Peaky Blinders, I know. You warned me to stay away from them.” Howard nodded. “The thing is, my debt is to them. I've been wasting money at the races, at their games, for their drink...and now they threaten to harm me.” “Harm you?” Evie said in disbelief as she sat down at the table across from her father. It was the closest they had been in months. “I cannot pay them off, I've not been able to find a job here. The museum here has a curator already and I havent had much luck in other positions.” Evie stayed quiet, not mentioning the fact that her fathers drinking habits were most likely what was preventing him to find and keep a job. “Do you remember we attended that fundraiser last week?” Evie nodded, she remembered. Her father still tried to pretend they were the same well-off family they once were so he attended the high society events as much as possible, as not to tarnish their reputation. “The leader of that Peaky Blinders was there as well. He was looking for me, to try and get me to pay off his debt. Apparently he saw you and...” Evie was shifting in her seat uneasy, afraid that she was in danger.

“He wants your hand. He has offered to forgive my debt and even pay me money, as long as you will marry him.”

Evie's jaw dropped and she got up, backing away from the table again. “You..you gave me to a hoodlum?!” she asked in disbelief. “Evelyn...this would solve all of our problems!” The woman scoffed. “It would solve -your- problems,” she said, shaking her head. Howard looked at her in disbelief. “Is that how you treat your father? I have put you through three studies, always working hard so you could attend university. This is how you repay me? Stop being selfish, girl! This would save me!” Evie looked away, tears welling up in her eyes. “Father I don’t want to get married, you have to understand! That is not the life for me! You're expecting me to give up all the dreams I ever had !”

Howard shook his head. “Its not about what you want anymore, Evelyn. Its about what’s good for the family. You wont turn your back on your family, now would you?” “So he saw me and decided to marry me? I don’t believe that for a single second!” “His wife passed away last year, he said. He has a son and he needs a mother for the boy. He wants to marry again so the boy will be cared for and he doesn’t have to waste time to find a wife,” her father explained. Evie rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Well, isn't that just perfectly charming. Help me, my knees are weak!” “Your life is not a book, girl! Stop living in this ridiculous stories you love so much and come back down to earth!” Howard said sternly. Evie teared up at his harsh words. All of her life everyone had always told her to stop living in her stories. But that is where she felt safe and warm, how could she turn her back on her books? “You will marry him and save your family from ruin and that is final!” She sighed, shaking her head, still not fully comprehending this while ordeal. “Fine. Fine. Let's set up a meeting. What's his name, anyway?” Howard sighed in relief, happy that she was finally coming to her senses and helping him out. Now the family wouldn't fall in ruin and he would be kept from harm from the gang. “Thomas Shelby. I'll let him know you said yes.”

- Present day -

“I said, sit down,” Thomas ordered her again, gesturing at the chair behind her. “And think of how it would look if my own wife had to work? I earn enough for the both of us, all I want for you is to form a family with me, for my boy Charlie. Give me heirs in time, of course.” Evie guffawed as she paced around, ignoring Tommy's order to sit down and instead pacing around the room. “Oh is that all, just a couple of heirs?” she asked, as he was asking her to pick up some flowers at the shop. “What is the problem?” he asked gruffly, frowning at her constant need to go against him. “I made my terms clear to your father when I bought you.” Evie stared at him, anger in her eyes. “Do not say that.” Thomas smirked, taking another drag from his cigarette before blowing the smoke in her direction once more. “I did buy you, didn't I? And yes, you will give me heirs. I need my legacy to live on, to keep my family safe. You will be part of that family and so you will be cared for and protected for the rest of your life. I fail to see why you are making a fuss. Sit down, do not make me repeat myself again.”

He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face as Evie sat down again with a dejected look on her face. “Blow smoke at me one more time and I will feed you that cigarette,” she muttered with a huff.

Thomas smirked and put his cigarette out in the ashtray on the desk. “What is the problem anyway? Don’t all lasses want to marry and reproduce? What's so special about you?” “I am not a lass that wants to marry and reproduce, thank you very much,” she said haughtily. “My mother and father put a great deal of effort into my education and I've always valued it above all else.” Tommy scoffed. “I guess that was smart of them, giving you opportunities. Tell me about yourself, Evelyn,” he stated, a little softer than before. “What are you educated in?” “I studied history, literature and Egyptology. My parents have always been fascinated by it and it rubbed off on me. I even assisted at a excavation a few years ago, in Egypt.” He rose a brow. “A excavation in Egypt. Now that is something you don't hear every day. Aye, I get why marital bliss would seem dull compared to that. Did you find anything interesting?” She shrugged. “A few artifacts here and there, they are on display at the London museum of history.” “I see. And why is an educated woman like yourself doing working a boring library job?” Evie frowned. “I am very proud of what I am, mister Shelby. I was supposed to become curator once my father retired. You see, he was the curator at the London museum. But the death of my mother made him decide to move here instead. Also to cover up the financial trouble we were in. There is just one museum here and they have a curator, so neither of us was able to land that job. There's not much opportunity for me here, so I applied at the library. I do love it, its very rewarding. I started a program for the poor children, they come in twice a week for story hour. Since I love to read so much, I read to them. I have a vast book collection myself.” “Of course you do,” Tommy said, slightly mocking but also a little moved that she seemed to have a soft spot for the poor. “And I suppose you are bringing that here, after our joyous day?”

He made it sound as if they were to attend a funeral together instead. “I'd like that, yes. I love my books. Do you read, mister Shelby?” Thomas let out a bitter chuckle. “I do not have time for silly stories. What would they possibly bring me?” Evie eyed him confused. “Stories bring us a great deal, mister Shelby. With your permission I was planning on reading to your boy as well.” “Reading to him, hmm? Like what? Little Red Riding hood?” “Treasure Island, for starters.” “Treasure Island? A story of thugs, thieves and crime?” He asked as he took a sip from his whiskey. “Its a wonderful story of adventure, of belonging and overcoming all obstacles to achieve what you want!” Evie orated and Thomas flashed a crooked smile at how passionate she got when she spoke of this story in particular. “It's your favourite.” She smiled a little. “Yes, I guess it is.” “It’s unseemly, for a woman to enjoy such tales of woe,” he stated gruffly, his face suddenly falling. Evie was taken aback. “But..mister Shelby...I heard that you were all about equal treatment. How could you be for equal treatment, but also think its unseemly for a woman to read?” she asked softly, a hint of sadness in her voice. “And all that business of me not working..” “You heard wrong. A woman’s place is in the kitchen.” “You have a cook,” Evie dryly replied. “Do not defy me, woman! You will give up your work and you will give up these silly stories! I will lock your books away in the attic and that will be that!” he growled, his steely blue eyes boring themselves into hers with fierce intensity. Evie's eyes grew sad, disbelief and anguish in her eyes. “Do not give me that look, you will achieve nothing with it. Now, I expect you to move into Arrow House tomorrow.” Thomas continued sternly, downing almost all of his whiskey at once. She glowered at him, torn between mouthing off to him and doing as he said. She sighed deeply and shook her head. “I understand that you are going through a very difficult time, with your wife passing and...” she started to say. “You do not speak of her. Ever. Not to me and not to Charlie, do you understand?” he asked in a low, threatening voice. “You dont speak to your boy at all? About his mother?” she asked with a frown.

“I said you do not speak of her!” he said, slamming his hand on his desk, causing her to blink rapidly as she swallowed hard. Then her face hardened and she huffed. “Don't you raise your voice at me, I'm just worried about Charlie.”

Thomas clenched his jaw. “He is not yours to worry about. He is mine. I know what's best for him and its best that he forgets her. Its best if we all do,”

Evie frowned. “But you loved her, we should never forget the people we love, thats the only way of keeping them alive.”'

Thomas' eyes were unreadable, but Evie could swear she saw a flicker of emotion dance deep within him, only for a moment.

“She's not alive. She's dead. I want you to move in tomorrow.”

Evie opened her mouth to protest, but he held up his cigarette bud in her direction, causing her to close her mouth with a huff.

“Tomorrow.”

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thedrarrylibrarian · 2 years ago

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Dear Librarian, first thank you so much for your beautiful blog <3 I wanted to ask for a rec of fics hurt/comfort I love this trope and always brings to me warn feelings

Hello! Your holds have arrived!

First, let me thank you in return for your wonderful ask! I love hearing that you've enjoyed my blog! I had not realized how much I LOVE this trope before putting together this list. I could do several lists on this theme, but here I've picked just a few.

Hurt/Comfort

Sinking/Floating by @andithiel (966 words, rated T)

After the war, Harry once again dwells so much on dreams of the past and those he lost, that he forgets to live. Draco helps to remind him.

To Be Okay by @phoebe-delia (275 words, rated T)

When he was nine. “You’re okay, you’re safe, shhh sh sh,” Mother murmured as she held Draco close, wiping away his tears while the nightmare faded into wisps of a memory.

April by @toomuchplor (1,167 words, rated G)

Harry would never have expected it, before they started up together: that the angles and points of Malfoy could soften and coalesce into this gentle patient landing place.

Lay Your Hands by @shealwaysreads (3,022 words, rated E)

Sometimes saving a person is practical. Sometimes it’s something else altogether.

Just A Phone Call Away by @cavendishbutterfly (3,934 words, rated M)

Today’s the day: Harry’s getting over his ridiculous crush on Draco Malfoy. Even if Draco’s just invited himself over to wash Harry’s hair. In a very platonic way, obviously. Not intimate at all. They can just be friends, right?

As it was written by @cavendishbutterfly (4,772 words, rated E)

Harry keeps having nightmares after the war. Someone keeps saving him.

acts of service by @oknowkiss (5,638 words, rated E)

Harry's sick, and Draco just wants to take care of him, but they're two idiots in love, so it couldn't possibly be that easy.

ever-giving heart by @softlystarstruck (6,143 words, rated E)

Harry Potter doesn't ask for help, until he does– desperately, standing on Draco's doorstep.

Draco doesn't intend to get invested. Really.

Five Little Things by @bixgirl1 (6,197 words, rated T)

Harry was supposed to be good at this.

Still by alexmeg (7,388 words, not rated)

Dating Draco Malfoy, Harry thinks, will mean being at arms length outside of sex. No unnecessary physical contact or displays of affection. He wants him anyway, inexplicably. Perhaps that is exactly the kind of person he should be with, someone who will never need Harry to kiss him first, because Harry doesn't think he'll ever be that person.

The Exhale by spqr (7,506 words, rated T)

Hermione makes a soft, concerned sound. "Harry, look at this." She shows him an article with a photo, but the photo's not moving; it must be a Muggle newspaper. "NASA have just landed a rover on Mars. It's called Curiosity, and look, this is so--I don't know if it's sweet or sad, but--it's all alone out there, and they programmed it to sing itself Happy Birthday."

Nothing is wrong, but Harry starts crying.

but first, we fight by @nv-md (8,157 words, rated E)

Fighting with Draco Malfoy has never been quite this thrilling...or this frustrating. Harry's always horny, Draco's in denial, and there simply isn't enough time in the day to fight crime and watch your ex-archnemesis wash his arse.

Statues Crumble by @xanthippe74 and @fictional (13,683 words, rated T)

Between one war and the next, Draco has lost his parents, his home, and his menial Ministry job. All he has left is the secret (and anonymous) work he does to help Harry Potter overthrow another government—oh, and that statue he stole from the Ministry Atrium.

Counter-Curse by Justlikewriting (21,217 words, rated T)

When Harry took his first holiday in years, he decided to spend it house sitting Ron and Hermione’s flat in a Muggle part of London. It should have been easy enough - minding their plants, their Kneazle and their cat - and it would have been, if Harry hadn't seen someone blacking out in the flat opposite on his first day.

Of course, it was just his luck that the man in the other flat turned out to be none other than Draco Malfoy, Assistant Hotel Manager. Of a very Muggle hotel. Which also happened to serve the best cake. Ever.

And then there was this group called Counter-Curse, which was desperately trying to get Harry's attention as well.

Now I Know In Part by @dodgerkedavra (39,840 words, rated E)

Harry Potter is the savior of the Wizarding World. Draco Malfoy is a reformed Death Eater turned Ministry Curse-Breaker. Five years after the War, they're brought together by another mysterious curse.

Only this time, Harry's the one who needs saving.

It actually hurts by @parkkate (51,973 words, rated E)

For years, Draco has tried to avoid Harry Potter. He just knows he’ll make a fool out of himself if they spent more than five minutes in a room together. Unfortunately, Potter suddenly seems intent on becoming Draco’s friend, but neither of them are prepared for the inevitable consequences...

Your Soul Sat on My Lips by @m0srael (61,581 words, rated E)

Sometimes, two broken men can love one another whole again, and sometimes they can’t. That doesn’t mean they don’t deserve to try.

#drarry fanfic rec list #drarry rec list #drarry fic rec list #drarry fanfic recs #drarry fic recs #draco malfoy #harry potter #draco x harry #draco malfoy x harry potter #harry potter x draco malfoy #harry x draco #harry/draco #draco/harry #harry potter/draco malfoy #draco malfoy/harry potter #drarry #thedrarrylibrarian #lots of love and happy reading

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orionsangel86 · 9 months ago

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Saz's Sandman Masterpost

Hi there! It's about time I sorted out this blog and put all my Sandman posts in one place. If you're new here, I adore the Sandman in all its forms and my blog has become a bit of a love letter to this masterpiece of media lately. I mostly write meta analysis, love to discuss the work and the characters, and occassionally try my hand at running fandom events. My ask box is always open and I am always happy to answer any questions about Sandman so please do reach out to me if you like my meta :)

I welcome all fans of The Sandman here, though I can occassionally be NSFW so if that's not your jam make sure you have "NSFW" tag blacklisted. I'm a multishipper of the firm believe that Dream of the Endless should be passed around the other characters like a bowl of goth candy. I don't tolerate ship hate. It's all good here my loves.

I have a fairly decent tagging system. I tag all ships, characters, fanart, meta discussions, fanfiction, etc. You can find the list of common tags below.

My Meta Analysis

Masterpost of Dreamling meta - this is an eight part highly detailed analysis of Dreamling in the show and how it differs from the comic and audiobook, with a focus on how queercoding was used to emphasise a deeper relationship between Dream and Hob.

Hob Gadling - A Queer Romantic - a meta about unreliable narrators, Jim/Peggy and Hob's queer potential.

The Problem with Thessaly - an opinion piece on this problematic comic character and how the show could solve this issue.

Lucienne/Lucien - How the Librarian Became the Chief - a thorough analysis of Lucienne's character in the show and how she differs from the comic and makes everything so much more hopeful.

Tales in the Sand/Men of Good Fortune - How a small swap in story placement can drastically change the tone, and foreshadowing.

Dream of the Endless - A Romantic Fool - a deep analysis about Dream and his love of romance

How to Adapt Orpheus - Theories and discussions about how the show can navigate that particular element of the comics.

How to Adapt Orpheus x 2 - definitely worth reading all the discussions on this one as well.

Shipping comic!Morpheus and merging characters in the show - can I hear it for Morpheus/Pharamond PLEASE!

A Collaborative Post about Morpheus as the villain of the story

Could Morpheus ever be content to be single?

Morpheus and Sex - an analytical point of view

Obsessive Desire - Their complex feelings for Dream - an answered ask about the siblings relationship. (I have a draft meta in the works elaborating on this that I can't wait to finish).

Fandom Events

#Death Appreciation Week - To celebrate the release of Dead Boy Detectives which guest stars Death of the Endless, I ran a Death Appreciation Week where anyone could submit fanworks focused on Death. Follow the tag on my blog which also includes a lot of reblogged older works of Death, or follow the main tumblr tag to see just that work created for the event.

#Sandtober2023 - For inktober 2023, I ran a Sandman themed inktober event which was a huge success and inspired hundreds of amazing Sandman art pieces. You can check out the Sandtober2023 main tumblr tag here. I am probably going to run this event again in October 2024 so watch this space nearer the time for that! :)

If you have any ideas for Sandman fandom events you would like to see please send me a DM.

General Blog Tags

I have a relatively consistent tagging system on my blog so to cover the main ones:

#The Sandman - literally every post about the Sandman will include this tag, so if you are a loyal mutual from fandoms past and you want to block this tag you won't see me cluttering up your feed with Sandman stuff (and thank you for still following me even if you're not a Sandman fan!)

#Dreamling - tag for the Morpheus x Hob Gadling fandom ship. I will tag all things Dreamling - fanart, fanfics, fan theories, crack posts, gifsets etc.

#Sandman Meta - any analysis about Sandman will be tagged with this. This includes both my own analysis and reblogged analysis.

#Sandman Comic Spoilers - I tag for any posts that include Sandman story information not yet revealled in the show. In case there is anyone left on Tumblr who hasn't already been spoiled for this 30 year old comic story.

Character Tags - I generally tag for any characters I reblog or post about. So if you ever want to search for posts about a specific character, you can just find the character tag in my blog. For example #Dream of the Endless or #Johanna Constantine

Ship tags - like with character tags, I always tag fandom ships. Usually by the most popular fandom name for them. #morphanna #Gaultienne

Other fandoms - I will also always tag other fandoms. I have a very long running #destiel tag, I also tag for #good omens and #ineffable husbands and I will always tag the show name, abbreviation, and ship names for any other fandoms.

Other tags - I do try to tag for content warnings where I can, but usually only extreme things. Then again, it is rare for me to post about triggering content. Even squicky content is unlikely to be found on my blog. If you ever come across something on my blog that you feel isn't tagged appropriately please just DM me and I will correct that.

A bit about me

If my blog intro hasn't covered it so far let me clarify here. I am an adult, in my 30s and have never stopped being a passionate fan about the things I love. You don't stop loving things when you hit a certain age, you just find you have less time to devote to your hobbies because of work. I am a professional with a full time job, I come here to relax and unwind. I have been in fandom far too long to be remotely interested in fandom drama. Ship wars do not interest me. Weird anti-sex anti-kink purity policing has no power here. I am fiercely anti-censorship. If I hear the word "proship" in a negative sense I will roll my eyes and assume you are a minor who has been horribly mislead by puritanicals. I don't tolerate hate, accusational bullshit, bullying behaviour, cult-like fandom worship, or any form of fandom policing. I have no time for "big name fans" and the culture around them. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt and the trauma. Learn your fandom history lest you be doomed to repeat it.

I do not engage in performative social justice. I have my beliefs, my politics, and they generally revolve around the concept that people should be fucking decent human beings and let people be free to live as they choose. Don't come at me for not yelling about the next big world ending event. The world is always ending, people are always dying, there is always a genocide happening, its fucking exhausting. Just do what you can in your actual lives, donate where you can manage, provide support to those in need, and vote out the bastards who fucked it all up.

If you've read this far and are still here welcome! I hope you love my blog and want to be fandom friends. Come send me an ask, a DM, reply to my posts, engage with my meta, and just generally scream at me about Sandman. I always love it when people scream at me about Sandman. :)

#meta masterpost #the sandman #about me #welcome to my blog #blog intro #pinned post #introduction post

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arece · 2 years ago

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Moon Knight Fic Recs

18+ as some content can hold dark themes/smut | remember to read and respect all the blogs rules/boundaries

Steven Grant:

@marc-spectorr: Somewhere Only We Know

You meet Steven at your job as a librarian, a perfect beginning to your story.

This one's so soft, timid Steven has my heart. Although one of my favoruites, the author has multiple other stories you should check out, especially if you're a big Oscar Isaac fan.

@hellurbba: Please Notice

reader thinks she has no chance of Steven liking her after hearing about his date, without realizing all of the things he seems to notice about her, until she gets the help from donna of all people.

This one has an angstier ending but part two makes it soft again. A perfect hurt/comfort fic with a small feature of Marc.

@silversweetpea: Where it Starts

You aren't sure how long it took you to fall in love with Steven Grant, you just know that you do.

This ones so unbelievably soft. Fair warning it's so soft it made me tear up a bit. Author did wonderful with how they wrote Steven, it's so endearing.

@dont-feel-so-good-peter: Sticky Note Mishap

Stevens favourite part of the day is getting a note from you each morning telling him how much you love him. One day you accidentally forget to leave a note and Steven begins to overthink.

Hurt/comfort, miscommunication, insecure Steven. Don't worry, a very fluffy ending. Comedic add-ons from Jake and Khonshu. I really loved this one and I'm excited to see what else the author writes.

Marc Spector:

@mrsknightt: Flowers

you rarely fought, but when you did it got pretty bad.

I feel like hurt/comfort is Marc's genre, it's just what suits his character best. The author portrayed that perfectly here.

Jake Lockley

@obnoxioussmiley: Seeing Red

After loving you in the shadows of Marc and Steven, Jake finally shows himself to protect you.

Protective Jake. Protective Jake. Protective Jake. Need I say more? This author has some amazing angst stories I also recommend.

All Three:

@softlyspectorctor: Moon Struck

Steven asks you out, Marc falls in love, Jake joins soon after

A perfect mix of Steven's softness and Marc's angst. I love this series and each bonus content the author adds never fails to brighten my day. I highly recommend you check out this authors talented work and all the series' little add-ons.

More to be added soon.

Have any suggestions? let me know in the comments or in an ask. I love finding new stories to spread and to give the authors some love.

#fic rec #fics i love #moon knight #moon knight x reader #steven grant #jake lockley #marc spector #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x jake lockley x marc spector x reader

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wuntrum · 1 year ago

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Hi I dont really remember your ocs but I really want to meet them! Who is right now on the radar? or maybe who is your fave? can you tell me something about them in a few sentences?

hiii! so there's a couple groups of them:

saints for girls: my fake little emo band, they have the most information publicly available about them: if you check out the blog and take the "which character are you" quiz, they have little descriptions at the end :)

my muses' muse: this is the story of two of my characters, aster blake and lilah medina. aster is a horror-obsessed painter in their late 20s. they're generally pretty anxious, not very talkative, and they don't trust very easily. most of their paintings stem from dreams, most of which are about their own death (very cute, very fun). lilah is a 35* year old multidisciplinary artist, she does a fair amount of painting + printmaking + drawing. she's much more charismatic than aster, but she's EXTREMELY guarded around people, particularly about her past. both of them are very stubborn and nosy about the people around them (though aster hates to admit it; lilah has come to terms with this lol). the two of them meet through an artist residency at the fischer house, named after lewis fischer, a beloved maritime printmaker who disappeared very suddenly one night before his final exhibition, and is presumed dead at this point. also lilah's a vampire <3

signals: jeanne, my beloved <3 she's the main character, very imaginative and sensitive, desperately wants love and affection but doesn't know how to actually get it from the people in her life, so she goes inside her own head instead. she wears headphones constantly for this reason (+ also i think she has pretty bad misophonia), which is how she initially hears God trying to talk to her

nimo, the techxorcist: i haven't actually finished a drawing of them, which is sick and twisted honestly, but they're in an alternate reality sci-fi future where generally society has gone really futuristic, but because of how much companies and governments use the new stuff to monitor and control people, there's a growing population that's gone back to using early internet era tech...which is now super haunted. for whatever reason, nimo can see and commune with the tech ghosts/spirits/demons, and so they travel around doing that! personality wise though theyre pretty standoffish, honestly they don't like people that much generally which is why they're so gravitated toward the tech LOL. they're also very imaginative though, they're able to problemsolve their way out of almost everything. almost nocturnal. very pale because they don't go outside a lot.

it ends with august: this story has been like assembled and taken apart like four times now so i don''t wanna commit to anything super concrete just yet 😭 but, right now, the titular august is an anxious mess to be honest (kind of a theme among my people i guess sldfslfk). he comes from a family of grifters (mainly his dad and grandfather) who fake spiritual and psychic powers and make their money by selling like, self help books and counseling sessions and that sort of thing. august, however, DOES actually have some sort of psychic powers, growing stronger by the day without him doing anything or wanting them (its almost like a parasitic thing, it becomes unclear as to who is actually controlling who). right nowww the actual story "it ends with august" takes place when august is 27, he went to college majoring in english + is now a librarian in a moderately big city, but has to go back to his small coastal home town because of some psychic shenanigans. lucky's also a pretty big part of the story, he reads as a sterotypical jock-y guy on first meeting, but he has a lot more going on. he went to college through a football scholarship, but had a career-ending injury in his senior year, and had to go back to the small town ever since. lucky + august went to school together, and were pretty good friends until Something Happened, after which they became really estranged...but because they both end up back home, they start being in each others orbits again and well...yknow

those are the main ones! i'm working on some others, too, mainly for the graveyard shift, but it's so not concrete at the moment that i can't even rly talk about them yet LOL. my favorites tend to change from month to month, although typing all these descriptions out made me realize how much i miss august and the techxorcist, so i might need to make art for both of them and their stories soon 😭

#asks #my ocs #saints for girls #my muses muse #signals #the techxorcist #it ends with august #<- i Just realize how close that is to a c*ll**n h**v*r book title so.. might change with to something else SLDKFJ #ref #i have also drawn most of these people--you can find scattered drawings of them on my bloggg

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sfwroleplayfinder · 6 months ago

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Hello, my name is Qwill, and I use any pronouns.

I've recently had quite the craving for hanahaki disease au roleplays. I'm not picky as far as characters go, I have two main ones I'd like to use right now that my roleplay partner can choose from. They're all very complicated, so I am going to keep their descriptions brief.

Avemour - A 7 foot tall fantasy creature of mixed heritage, serves as the oldest princen of an empire. They use any pronouns with no preference. He's pan and demi, so any romance would need to be built up for a bit before the love and disease could take hold. Avemour is very heavily traumatized in their backstory, with themes of cannibalism, child abuse, murder, and more. Despite this, or more accurately because of it, they are actually quite a sweetheart, and value others more than anything. They have trust issues though.

Syncline - A half human, half demon librarian. They collect books from all sorts of cultures, human, monster, and everything in between. They identify as non binary, and are bisexual with a slight male preference. Do not let this discourage female characters, though! Syncline is very reserved for the most part and quite shy, save for when the topic is books or languages or when talking to a close friend. Syncline is very affectionate with said close friends, and would be very affectionate with a love interest as well.

I roleplay direct on Tumblr, through dms or posts I don't mind. I have a separate blog for Avemour ( @falseangelsflair ) but would use my main for Syncline.

Please reblog this post with a statement of interest or directly message @sir-qwillian-ferne / @falseangelsflair to answer this posting.

#oc rp #oc roleplay #roleplay #roleplay finder #roleplay search #sfw roleplay #sfw rp #sfw roleplay finder #romance roleplay #nbxnb roleplay #mxnb roleplay #nbxm roleplay #nbxf #fxnb #hanahaki disease roleplay #romance rp #oc romance roleplay #fandomless oc rp #fandomless oc roleplay

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cloudy-with-a-chance-of-chaos · 10 months ago

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"This is real, this is me" - Demi Lovato, at some point back in the 2000s

TL;DR: Hi, my name is Laura and this is my personal blog. I'm Christian and vocal about it, we can talk about it if you want. I'm Brazilian and bilingual and so is this blog. I talk a lot so my posts will be often lengthy; I'm a librarian and a writer so I'll be posting about things around these themes - info science, organization, book-related, writing, short stories, OCs… I have a lot of interests ranging from Ts4, BG3 to kpop and poetry so expect those too. I'm an insecure artist, looking for a place to call mine, basically. More info bellow the cut.

It's probably the millionth time I try to kick start this blog, but anyway

Hi everyone! My name is Laura and this is my personal blog. Before anything, lemme present myself.

First of all, I'm Christian. I think it's important to clarify this right off the top so we're clear on how this blog goes and how I go. I'm Christian and really value my faith, I'm rather vocal about it, so that's within basically everything I do. I'm also always avaiable to talk about it to curious people or fellow Christians wanting to talk. Hit me up if you feel like it ✨

I do not enjoy this bit but, if things get rather hostile or aggressive, I'm unfollowing/blocking and ask you do the same bc there's no need to keep annoying ourselves. Jesus said to turn the other cheek, not to become a doormat so we'll keep things respectful and friendly as to not get into heated arguments ok? Ok.

With that on the clear, here's other things for you to know me: I'm Brazilian! And living in Brazil (for now). I speak Portuguese as a first language, and English as a second - and do risk myself at Spanish sometimes, and I'm learning Korean, so: this is a bilingual and at times multilingual blog. THOUGH I will be speaking English most of the time. That's what most people speak around here, right, so let's go, bora pra cima Brasil 🥳

⚠️This is a warning⚠️ please be noted that I talk a lot. I know I do. I talk way too much in person and type even more, so please be WARNED that my texts (this bio included!) will more often than not be lengthy. I apologize but also don't. That's it.

Hmmm, what else? Oh Yeah Well

I'm a Librarian! And a writer! I have an insane amount of projects going on now (you can call me a workaholic lol). I'm an enthusiast for Library Sciences and topics related to information, organization, books! Everything Info Science is on my radar, so I'll be probably talking about that or linking my other blog with texts about that. Feel free (and please do) to ask me about those things!

As for the Writer part, I'm a fantasy writer, with about 3 to 4 different sagas going on inside my head and very little written about them 🤡 I'm trying to get better at that as to be able to actually have something to show people rather than loose drafts. I'm also an enthusiast for short stories so I'll be eventually posting drabbles about random themes!

That's actually the whole point of this blog, writing.

Other interests and possible themes to be happening here are related to:

The Sims 4 (hi Simblr ^^); I do play this too often and will be rambling about my Sims OCs;

Baldur's Gate 3 [screams]; I am OBSESSED with this game but only get to play it when I go to my bestie's place, so not that many posts about it BUT I WILL DEFINITELY BE TALKING ABOUT ASTARION. No, I'm not a weirdo Astarion Girlfriend, I'm a normal person;

Cats. I love cats, I have cats, I'm obsessed with cats;

Poetry; I take my chance at those very rarely but I do;

Super Junior and other kpop subjects; 🤩 I'm ELF, yeah, I did write a handful of fanfics about SJ so I'll link them at my catalog, though I don't write those anymore. I do talk about them tho;

Hm, idk, the color blue, art, sea and storms (huge fan of those), random reblogs about aesthetic stuff, photography, museums, wtv. If you can't tell I have major hyperfixes in random things.

I do think of myself as an artist and I've been considering and not doing things like this blog for way too long. This is my try at making it work. I do write and post on other platforms (you can navigate through them on the buttons on the top of my blog - on desktop view - or on the links on my soon to be pinned post) but they don't usually take lengthy (I really like this word) posts like Tumblr can so HERE AM I.

I hope to find my people around here.

This is a very quick shortened bio of mine (believe me), ask me questions if you want to, my askbox 📫 is always open. And please remember: internet is just a slice of someone's life so don't go around making assumptions.

ー L

#hello tumblr #personal blog #writing #writers on tumblr #simblr #artsy #and a lot of other stuff i cannot categorize right now #oh #books #books & libraries #library science #librarian #idk what else #yay !

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brooklynislandgirl · 1 year ago

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GET TO KNOW THE WRITER

BOLD OR COLORIZE WHAT ALWAYS APPLIES TO YOU, ITALICIZE WHAT SOMETIMES APPLIES TO YOU, AND STRIKE THROUGH WHAT WILL NEVER APPLY TO YOU.

I RUN: lots of blogs || a few blogs || just this one Technically I have four... Riley answers when he does. Lugh is usually too busy being a sun god, and Quothe is an acquired taste {request only}

I FOLLOW BACK: muses in the same fandom || muses /blogs who interest me || fandomless muses || friends of mutuals || only members of a closed rp group || everyone

I AM ACTIVE: more days than not || as often as not || some days here and there || depending on my school schedule || rarely || I'm often lurking even if I seem inactive I work the middle days of the week as a librarian and try to put things in the queue for those days. I do my best to be available. Speed/activity =/= my interest in writing with you.

I LIKE TO WRITE THESE THEMES: fluff || angst || action || casual interactions || intense interactions ||crack || first meetings || platonic rp || shipping / romantic rp || threads || ask memes || prompts

Crack is often reserved as part of conversations in dms/discords. As a joke. Sometimes it will appear on the dash with my nearest and dearest. Besides that, I am open to literally just about anything/any time/any genre/anywhen. If Beth doesn't fit, I'll make a new version of her.

I PREFER ROLEPLAYS THAT ARE: one-liners || single-para threads || mutli para threads || novella || different lengths depending on my mood I am a wordy bitch and I have proven to myself that I cannot stfu.

FOR SHIPPING, I AM: {selectively } multiship || single ship || poly ship || no ship || plotted ships only || open to new ships || not looking for new ships || mostly or exclusively looking for high engagement ship partners || mostly or exclusively looking for casual or low engagement ship partners || not picky about ships || somewhat picky about ships || extremely picky about ships Who doesn't like shipping? That being said, I like them to develop organically. I do not know how the story will go when they meet. She will not instantly fall in love regardless of the other muse, and if the spark of connection isn't there, if she doesn't feel like she *knows* someone, then it is not happening. No matter how pretty your muse is or who they might be in the grand scheme. She might develop a squish, one sided. She might end up somewhere on the q-platonic scale. But mostly, she is a soft and heartbroken thing who doesn't want to be hurt any more.

I LIKE TO PLOT: everything || most interactions || some interactions || first interactions || nothing || threads || everything except memes and crack || ships || family relationships || history / backstory for our muses

TALK TO ME OUT OF CHARACTER: anytime || to plot || if you're confused or have questions in general || to remind me to reply || sparingly || only if it's really important

I GIVE ALTERNATIVE CONTACT METHODS (discord / social media) TO: friends || mutuals || anyone who asks || people i've spent a lot of time talking to already || ship partners || members of a certain rp group || no one

#The Turtle...rps #Have a lovely picture of my Buddha boy

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mostlysignssomeportents · 1 year ago

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This day in history

Tomorrow (Oct 25) at 10hPT/18hUK, I'm livestreaming an event called "Seizing the Means of Computation" for the Edinburgh Futures Institute.

#20yrsago Citi’s CEO’s SSN sky-written over NYC https://www.wired.com/2003/10/yo-mr-ceo-get-our-point-now/

#10yrsago Librarian to sister superior, 1948: comic books are good for kids! https://www.muckrock.com/news/archives/2013/oct/25/librarian-rebukes-nun-over-comic-books/

#10yrsago 19th century 9lb, 100-blade multitool with a pistol https://www.wired.com/2013/10/you-can-kill-a-man-100-ways-with-this-crazy-swiss-army-knife/

#10yrsago Charlie Stross on spooks: paranoid, fumbling, all-powerful http://www.antipope.org/charlie/blog-static/2013/10/spook-century.html

#10yrsago Texas’s “texting judge” resigns, admitting she texted instructions to prosecutors https://montgomerycountypolicereporter.com/texting-judge-not-lol-coker-is-out/

#10yrsago Manchester cops trumpet seized “3D printed gun” — turns out to be parts for a 3D printer https://www.theverge.com/2013/10/25/5027282/uk-police-seize-3d-printed-gun-components

#5yrsago The Copyright Office just greenlit a suite of DRM-breaking exemptions to the DMCA https://www.vice.com/en/article/xw9bwd/1201-exemptions-right-to-repair

#5yrsago Ebay is full of used voting machines full of real electoral data and riddled with security defects https://www.wired.com/story/i-bought-used-voting-machines-on-ebay/

#5yrsago Disney theme parks have a serious problem with cremain-scattering https://www.wsj.com/articles/disney-worlds-big-secret-its-a-favorite-spot-to-scatter-family-ashes-1540390229

#pluralistic

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sad-sad-detective · 1 year ago

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What about (4), (8), (9), (15), (17)? (If it's okay, ofc)

(36.4) Have you by any chance read the book The Grey house (Дом в котором)?

(36) How do you feel about the fact that your readers may be younger? Does the Internet make a comfortable communication zone for you?

Hope it's not too much, lol

Prepare for a long post!

(4) What is your favorite book? A tricky question! It's difficult to name just ONE favorite book, but if I have to pick, I say, "Neuromancer" by William Gibson.

(8) What is your dream job? Librarian. Back in high school I spent one summer working part-time in a city library. I was a bookish nerdy teenager, and I thought that I found Heaven. I still wish I could work in a library, but alas, it doesn't pay well.

(9) What do you consider your biggest accomplishment? Well.. that I'm still alive and kicking)

Maybe, that I managed to… not exactly overcome but tame my anxiety disorder and depression, and those bastards don't make my life miserable anymore. Most of the time.

(15) Describe yourself in one sentence. Friendly introvert neighbor.

(17) What is something you're really good at? I wish I could say writing! But there's still a lot for me to learn in this craft. To be serious, listening to others. At least, my friends say so.

(36.4) Have you by any chance read the book The Grey house (Дом в котором)? I have! I didn't finish it though, at some moment I realized that I got lost in the plot of the book, and I had no idea what was going on there. Sometimes I think about re-reading it. I liked its vibe.

(36) How do you feel about the fact that your readers may be younger? Does the Internet make a comfortable communication zone for you? It feels… a little weird sometimes. I try to make my creative work, my blog suitable for general audience or at least for teen and up (if we use the AO3 rating system), and when it comes to mature themes, I put the respective warnings and tags - it is my responsibility as an author, but the rest is at readers' discretion. As for the second part of your question, most of the time it does, but it's due to the fact that I'm not an active user.

#from the ask box #ask game

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archivyrep · 2 years ago

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Archivists on the Issues: Classified Records, Archives, and Fictional Depictions [Part 2]

Archivists on the Issues is a forum for archivists to discuss the issues we are facing today. Today’s post comes from Burkely Hermann (me), Metadata Librarian for the National Security Archive and current I&A Blog Coordinator. There will be spoilers for each of the books, animated series, films, and other media he will be discussing. This was originally published on February 7, 2023 on the Issues & Advocacy WordPress blog.

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In the episode "The Underground Tennis Tournament: The Campbelldon", Loid examines a file of his target, a man named Cavi Campbell, who has a painting in the basement of his mansion. As the story goes, the painting was originally owned by a general who had compiled a dossier of explosive top secret information which could tip the scales and cause possible cause military conflict if revealed, and the painting has a code revealing the dossier's location.

Classified records have often been depicted in popular culture. For instance, there is an episode of The Crown about classified records showing Duke Edward VIII collaborating with Nazis. Such records are also major part of the Spy x Family series. The protagonist, Twilight (voiced by Takuya Eguchi), poses as a father named Loid Forger, with a wife and child. He is tasked with a secret mission to keep two countries from beginning a war. As a result, he is often passed information through a network of informants, spies, and others, or is given mission briefings by dedicated agents. The information he receives often includes classified records. Another pertinent example is the 13-episode anime, Gargantia on the Verdurous Planet. In one episode, "Deep Sea Secret", the protagonist, Ledo (voiced by Kaito Ishikawa), demands declassification of the record. What he learns causes an epiphany. It results in him questioning what he thought about the world and his life's purpose, causing a mental breakdown of sorts.

There are other examples, apart from the tongue-and-cheek U.S. Navy recording studio named "Classified Records" in The Simpsons, which included subliminal messages in their songs which encouraged people to join the Navy. For instance, classified archives of the CIA are shown in an episode of the TV series, Alias. Furthermore, classified, and restricted, records are a major part of the animated adventure series, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, which has many archivy themes. In one episode, Mara, the previous She-Ra, learns that the Heart of Etheria project is classified, with Light Hope worrying about information being accidentally shared with Madame Razz. In many others, records are only accessible when specific words are spoken, or specific people are detected by computer systems. The same could be said about the records inside the data archives of the World Organization Of Human Protection which is shown in the Totally Spies! episode "The Yuck Factor", or the "healing center" for Pearls known as The Reef, which is a structure used to create, repair, or modify Pearls, shown in the Steven Universe Future episode "Volleyball". Both undoubtedly contain restricted or classified records.

In Star Wars Rebels and Star Wars: The Clone Wars, two animated series, there are records which can only be accessed through magic or other means. As such, they are classified, as a result. Accessing secret, and classified, records is a major plot point for live-action films such as Sneakers (1992), The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy (2005), and My Fellow Americans (1996). In other cases, like in Joker (2009), the records are even stolen. In the latter film, the records clerk is implied as an impediment to protagonist Arthur Fleck, as are the bureaucratic requirements which require a signature from Fleck's mother, before he can take the file.

Samantha "Sam" Cross, a certified archivist who was part of the SAA Issues & Advocacy News Monitoring Team in 2018, has highlighted this on her blog, Pop Archives. She notes Carol Danvers (later becoming Captain Marvel) examining likely classified information in Captain Marvel and Loki trying to use his manipulation and charm in the Loki TV series to get classified files from a female character credited as an archivist. She also writes about a character in the Danganronpa game, Byakuya, who "read and study the classified information" in an archives-like room and states that many of the documents shown in Federal Bureau of Control, in the video game Control, are redacted, and classified. [7]

Other pop cultural critics in the library and information field note other examples. For instance, librarian Jennifer Snoek-Brown, known as the creator of the site Reel Librarians and real-life librarian at Tacoma Community College, noted classified records featured in Rollerball (1975), Soylent Green (1973), and likely ones in Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy (2011). [8] Elsewhere on her blog, she pointed out similar themes in Mercury Rising (1998) and WarGames (1983).

The over twenty popular culture examples described in this post only scratch the surface. There are as undoubtedly many more films, comics, and series which featured classified or restricted records. The examples noted in this article do not always feature archives, however, as some creators confuse archives with libraries. To add insult to injury, archivists are often not present, resulting in the characters, who have no archival training, to go through the records themselves. Very few depictions in popular culture reflect the current reality of classified records within archives. Hopefully, this changes in the future.

Notes

[7] Cross, Samantha. "Archives in the Movies: Captain Marvel." Pop Archives, Aug. 20, 2021; Cross, Samantha. "Archives in Video Games: Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc." Pop Archives, Jan. 19, 2021; Cross, Samantha. "Archives on TV: Loki." Pop Archives, Jun. 24, 2022; Cross, Samantha. "Archives in Video Games: Control." Pop Archives, Aug. 20, 2021.

[8] Snoek-Brown, Jennifer. "A round-up of library, archives, and reel librarian scenes in MCU’s Phase Four TV series (so far)." Reel Librarians, Aug. 24, 2022; Snoek-Brown, Jennifer. "Reel librarians and archivists in 16 sci-fi films." Reel Librarians, Mar. 11, 2020; Snoek-Brown, Jennifer. "Reel librarians in ‘Rollerball’ | Analyzing the 1975 original film and 2002 remake." Reel Librarians, Feb. 1, 2017; Snoek-Brown, Jennifer. "Reader poll of runner-ups, Fall 2016: ‘Soylent Green’ and the Books." Reel Librarians, Nov. 30, 2016; Snoek-Brown, Jennifer. "First impressions: ‘Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy’." Reel Librarians, Jan. 23, 2012.

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perpetualfox · 1 year ago

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@bunny-extract uwu thanks for the tag <3

Last song: Bigmouth Strikes Again by The Smiths has been my on-repeat writing song for the past couple days. I fucking adore 'The Queen is Dead' as an album. Cemetry Gates is one of my favourite songs.

Favorite color: Contrary to what my blog theme might lead you to think, it's actually red.

Currently watching: Hellsing Ultimate - I was big into the original Hellsing as a child, but never gave Ultimate a shot. Big mistake on my part, this shit KNOCKS!

Last movie: Reservoir Dogs. I don't care much for Tarantino, but fucking love the way that little twink whimpers while bleeding all over himself. *chef's kiss*.

Currently reading: uGH the list is fucking huge (stereotypical librarian, what can I say) but I'll give you a couple: Thirteen Storeys - Johnathan Sims, The Absolutist - John Boyne, and The Sleeping Car Porter by Suzette Mayr

Sweet/spicy/savory: SPICY. MAKE ME SUFFER

Relationship: Super single, super lonely, but also really not looking to change that any time soon.

Current obsession: Aside from COD? Baldur's Gate 3 and Fear and Hunger have me DEEPLY in their grip.

Last thing I googled: 'why shoulder pain after laparoscopy?' Turns out it's because they have to inflate your abdomen with gas to do the laparoscopy, and when they're done, any residual gas can irritate the phrenic nerve in your abdomen which can cause referred pain in your shoulder because the nerves from your shoulders and phrenic nerve all use the same track to get to the brain! I didn't have a laparoscopy, I just thought shoulder pain was a weird symptom for a surgery involving needles in your stomach and got curious.

Currently working on: Some 141+/reader, Graves/reader, that one Slavation-esque dark fic...the usual :)

Tagging: Anyone who wants to do this! I'd love to hear about your lives too! Tell me all the things please!

#good luck getting that skin Bunny! You've got this!

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peapod20001 · 1 year ago

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can we know more abt Ayo pls.... what is his Deal. what is his Job. how does he know Lucas? what's going on with their relationship?

YES

Funfact he’s one of my OLDERRR oc guys.. like. Me in my batim ask blog days old. His original look doodad thingy is on the same canvas I first drew Pierre!! And Adalene!! And Aoife!! And even Sébastien!!!!!!! There were others on there too but like this was the first time I even CAME UP with these guys. So they are OLD old <3

Ever since day one, in my head, I was able to visualize my boys Ayo an Lucas and Adalene as like. A triad with shenanigans. Funnily they were always tied in with Sébastien too, if u were to go DEEP into the art tag, like 2019, you’d see me trying to draw them and attempting to figure out a dynamic with Sébastien <3

They used to be like a generic love triangle thing, and that’s probably why they disappeared for so long LMAO I was just NOT interested in that at all </3 but NOW they’re cooler. And look better <3

So anyways back to answering what you asked LMAO he works as a librarian at a community college! He likes reading and helpin people with printers and giving them directions or book recommendations, he just likes to help people out <3 he is workin there part time as a student and he goes to class when he ain’t workin durin the week. He is very himbo esq cus like he isn’t stupid at all, he’s jus a bit ditzy <3 you’ll ask where one specific book is and he’ll tell you but then ALSO here’s related readings and you look like you’d like this story from this genre and also the theatre departments puttin on a play that’s in the same vein as that book you needed OH AND- Also, he’ll be able to break down the themes and meaning behind entire novels but he does NOT know how to use a semicolon

Him an Lucas are childhood buds!! They’d help each other out with homework cus Ayo can’t write essays with good grammar and Lucas has no idea what even goes into an essay to make it long

Their relationship is very much “we’re pretty much dating except for the fact we aren’t dating” like they go on dates (hangout dates) and kiss each other (as good buds do) and sleep together (we’re just really close) like neither of them realize really that what they have is a romance cus they’ve just always been like that. I wouldn’t call it friends with benefits, but that’s only cus there isn’t a separation between their friendship and romance. They’re just, ✨ together ✨

ALSO CUS I REMEMBERED I SAVED THE PUCS LMAO but here’s his design through the years! (This is just like. Major design changes from 2017 to now)

#ask #about my ocs #I have a voiceclaim song for him that haunts my brain cus it’s catchy and the cadence an sound and subject matter is there <3 #if u wanna here I’ll share in a separate thing. cus this post is long as hell and I don’t wanna get off track more than I have already LMAO #*hear. if u wanna hear

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tobitofunction · 2 years ago

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Flowers of Love Part 2

Morpheus returns but what he finds left is worse than he ever experienced. (Changed some dialogue and Dream likes to blame himself throughout)

I wanna thank everyone who liked, commented and reblogged the first part. I really didn't expect it. When I announced it only 29 ish people liked and most of the time the fic will get less likes than the announcement blog but I’m extremely glad it did so well. So less talking more of the story. ( One person saw the Star Wars inspiration in part 1 :) So Anakin and Padme's theme is now Morpheus and Y/N’s)

Tags: @itshamleth, @khaleesihavilliard, @luula , @theamuz , @lilithskywalker, @hereforsmutbcicantgetenough, @lestaikkeullsokka, @bittybuttersliceontoast, @lilotter18

Across The Stars,

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106 years that’s how long Morpheus was locked up, and since he couldn't punish Burgess himself he settled for his son Alex. He might not have been as bad as his father but he shot Jesseym, Alex got off easy in Morpheus's mind, he could have done worse but he didn't. When Morpheus found himself back in the dreaming and was met with Lucienne he never felt happier,” My Lord your home” she said happily helping him up, but once he saw what was left of the dreaming his heart clenched,” What happened here?” he asked,” My Lord, you are the dreaming and the dreaming is you since you were gone for this long everything started to decay. Lady Y/N-”,” Is she alright? She is safe?” Morpheus asked cutting the librarian off, she looked at the ground not able to look him in the eyes,” Lucienne, where Y/N, how is the baby?” he said firmly, concern filling his body at her quietness,” It’s complicated” she said.

Morpheus stroked your cheek, you were cold just like him,” All of this because of me?” he said holding back tears,” I killed her” he said softly,” She’s not dead sir-”,” but she's isn't alive either and all because I was captured by some ameture magic uses” he snapped,” All you need is your tools to wake her up, that's what your sister said” she said making Morpheus screw his eyes shut,” If only it would be that easy Lucienne” he said,” What do you mean sir?”,” My tools, they have been taken from me by my captors but that imbecile got them stole from him” he said angrily clenching his fist,” So until you found them-”,” Y/N remains like this unforutanlly... Lucienne, could you please leave me alone for a moment?” she nodded and walked away,” My love, I’m sorry for leaving” he said kneeling down beside you,” I promise to wake you the second I have my tools. I then will never leave you alone again, during my capture, there wasn't one minute of which I wasn't thinking of you or our child” he got back up and placed a kiss on your forehead. He looked around, Fidler green isn't like it used to be, everything is dead, ironic perhaps. The flowers in your hair were still fresh thanks to Lucienne perhaps, Morpheus noticed the purple flower in your hands, the tibouchina. “ Once you are awake my love, I grow you an even bigger garden than you had, and it will be filled with flowers which remind me of you,” he said, he gave you one last kiss before joining Lucienne.

“Where is my child, you said it survived”,” They did my Lord” Lucienne smiled,” They? Twins?” he said a smile forming on his lips,” Cain and Abel have been taking care of them since their birth. I paid them a visit once in a while,” she said,” How old are they?” Morpheus asked,” Come with me and you see”.

Gregory was using his snout to hit the ball toward the young child making him giggle,” Again, Gregory” Atlas giggled throwing the ball towards the Gargoyle who caught it in his mouth, this made the boy giggle,” Uncle Cain, did you see that?” the half endless asked,” I sure did Atlas, don't dirty yourself, dinner is nearly ready” Cain said sweeping away a broken pot which Gregory broke while playing with the boy. Meanwhile, Abel was taking care of Althea, the youngest of the twin was helping him cook for dinner, she was standing on a small stool helping Abel peel the vegetables. Both twins look like perfect mixtures of both of you, but their eyes are clearly like their father's. A stormy sky with stars peaking through the clouds.

Gregory slightly nudged Atlas with his snout making him fall on his butt, Cain's eyes snapped towards it ready to scold Gregory for making Atlas cry but a cry never left the boy's lips. Instead, the boy was staring off into the distance,” Atlas, is everything okay?” he asked pushing Gregory away gently as he tried to nudge the boy again,” I thought I saw Lucienne with a strange man” he said as Cain pulled him up, brushing dirty of his pants,” Lucienne, huh? She properly just wanted to check up on you and Althea” he said,” But whose the strange man?” he asked, Cain shrugged,” Let’s see if Althea and Abel finished dinner” he said pushing the boy into the house who was still looking behind at the spot where he saw Lucienne and Morpheus.

“ My Lord, why didn't you greet them, Atlas was right there,” Lucienne said trying to keep up with Morpheus's large steps,” And how should I explain my absence? How I can't free their mother from her slumber. I have failed once again as a parent,” he said holding back tears,” You haven't even mentioned their ages. They are still young kids, you didn't miss that much in their lives-”,” Besides their first words, them taking their first steps, their births. Do you want me to go on? I am glad that they haven't aged much for whatever reason but-”,” But what?” Lucienne said,” I won't meet them until I have Y/N back at my side, I want them to meet us together,” he said making Lucienne sigh,” Very well. How do you want to start the search for your tools?”,” The Fates”.

After a couple more discussions Morpheus and Lucienne made their way back towards Cain and Abel but not for the twins but for Gregory. Morpheus stands by his discussion on wanting to wait until your back to meet the twins,” Lord Morpheus, your back” Abel said happily,” I didn't have any doubt in that” Cain said wary,” Are you here to see your children? They would be delighted, they are in the House of secrets playing I could-”,” I’m here to ask you back for something I gave you long ago” he cut Abel off,” So you aren't here for the kids?” Cain asked trying not to sound offended,” Not until y/n is back,” he said trying to keep his voice calm,” Well what do you want Lord Morpheus?”

“What should we tell the twins? They love Gregory” Cain said getting angry,” They will understand one day,” Morpheus said,” It’s for the sake of the Dreaming” Morpheus added,” We weren't one who vanished for a century, Lady Y/N is dead because of you,” Cain said making Morpheus clench his fist, anger started to build inside of the dream lord,” Cain, watch your tongue,” Lucienne said,” Why? For over 100 years we had basically gaslighted the twins about your whereabouts. The twins are young due to their unique genetics but they are much wiser than we think, they know that their father abandoned them-”,” Cain, Lord Morpheus didn't abandon them, there is probably a reason for his long absence” Abel tried to reason with brother,” I can't watch this, I will be with the twins. Something he should be doing” Cain said storming off.

“Lord Morpheus are you alright?” Lucienne asked as they were walking away from Cain and Abel,” He is right, it’s all my fault. If I wasn't captured Y/N and I would be raising the twins. They could be playing in the gardens, while we were watching them, Y/N in my arms. She is my heart Lucienne and I will get her back, no matter the cause” Morpheus said,” I know you will and I will be here every step of the way” Lucienne smiled,” Like you were for Y/N?” the question caught her off guard,” She’s my Lady, of course, I stood beside her. She can be quite stubborn like you, maybe that's why the two of you lasted so long” she smiled at the end,” Lady Death called you soulmates, it was hard to see an Endless having a human soulmate but I agree. Love like the two of you share is something you don't see every day. She's unlike any other lover you had”,” She is, that’s why I will do anything to bring her back. Even if it means going to corners of heaven and hell”,” Well the fates did say your helm in hell” she said half-jokingly, Morpheus didn't say anything to acknowledge the irony bud just said,” This Joana Constantine if she is anything like her ancestor could be useful”.

Finding Joana Constantine was easy but getting her help was a different story, she left him in a church where she excised a demon, who could have helped him find his helm. Now he is standing in a park when a raven lands in front of him,” I thought I told you to leave” he said slightly annoyed,” I know but the boss lady-”,” Lucienne is not your Master”,” She told me you would say that” he said,” Do you know who I am?”,” Not exactly but the boss lady said to help you find something to revive her boss lady” Morpheus swallowed,” My last raven died while trying to help me”,” Well I’m not them, I could still help you find her, if she's asleep we have at least eight hours to find her” Matthew said.

Matthew did help him find Johanna and in the end, she helped him to give him her sand back. Now they were standing outside her old apartment block, “ Why did you decide to end her suffering? You could easily just let have a painful death to spite me for having your sand?” Johanna asked out,” I know how it feels to be responsible for someone suffering,” he said swallowing,” During my time captured my wife fell into an endless sleep to save her from death after birthing our twins” he didn't know why he was opening up to her like that, maybe because they are similar in a way,” With my tools, I can bring her back” Johanna nodded,” I’m sorry to hear that. I hope you find your tools, at least your not alone,” she said looking down at Matthew,” Let’s see each other again but maybe with your wife then, it be interesting to see who stole the heart of Dream of the Endless”.

” Can I ask you a question?” Matthew asked flying beside him,” Why do you blame yourself for your wife’s demise? It wasn't your fault for being captured” Matthew said,” But it is my fault for giving her a necklace which holds part of my power. Her body is human and couldn't handle the power of using it to hold the dreaming together” he said stuffing his hands into his pockets,” If I never gave it to her, she would have been fine. The Dreaming might have looked worse but it could be fixed” he said.

“If you win you get to get your helm back but if I win you be my slave for eternity,” the demon said stroking his hand across the helm,” I agree,” Morpheus said making Matthew gawk,” My champion shall be you, your majesty,” he said to Lucifer who seemed to be delighted at that,” It would be an honour,” they said

“Until next time Light bringer,” Morpheus said cockily after winning the battle,” I will have your head next time Morpheus, and that of your wives. If she's awake by then” Lucifer said making Morpheus glare at her before turning around and walking out of hell. “ Where off to next Boss?” Matthew asked landing on his shoulder as he put his helm on,” To the dreaming, I want to see her” Morpheus said.

“ I nearly have all of my tools my love. Soon you will be in my arms again, and we are able to see our children and hear their joyful laughs as they played in the Gardens. I am able to love you again, I have so much to make up for. I saw our son from a distance, he looks like a perfect mix of us, and his laugh was something only an angel could produce, an angel like you, I can't wait to meet them probably” he said stroking the back of your hand, his helm sat beside his kneeling figure,” Lucienne gave a new raven, he’s different than Jesseym but maybe that what I need, Hold tight my love. I will be back soon with my ruby” he slowly got up, not wanting to let go of your cold hand, he still wasn't used to your cold skin but it doesn't stop him from holding you as much as he can,” I love you with all my heart” he said kissing your forehead. He wanted to wait to kiss your lips until you were awake.

“She is pretty,” Matthew said landing on Morpheus's shoulder,” I have never seen someone so in love with someone, most people will just pick a new partner if their partner died”,” Humans are strange beings after all”,” Your wife is human” Matthew pointed out,” Not for me, she's to perfect to be a human.No of my former loves made me feel like her, nothing and no one can compare,” he said,” The woman in hell was she one of your former lovers right?”,” Yes but that’s all I will tell you,” he said,” Fair enough, we're off to know?”,” My ruby, since I have my helm and sand it will be easier to find”.

Morpheus found a massacre, and John Dee's usage of the ruby started bringing chaos into the world. John didn't seem to be thinking he was doing anything wrong, he thought he was doing the world a favour by taking people's ability to lie away from them. Even after explaining Dreaming is what keeps people alive, he refused to budge. ” It’s not too late to save yourself,” Morpheus said as calmly,” You think, it's me who needs saving”,” Your father stole that ruby from me and cursed you”,” He blessed me with it” he lifted the ruby and began absorbing everything around him including Morpheus,” Your reign ended when my father captured you. This Kingdom is my birthright” he broke the ruby believing it would kill Morpheus but it did the opposite, it realised all the power it held making Morpheus stronger than ever. He can finally free you, hold your warm body in his arms, look into your eyes and fall in love again, kiss the lips he was dreaming of for centuries. He’s thankful to John for that and because of this decided to spare him. All he wanted to do now is return to you and meet his children.

“You think it will work?” Matthew asked sitting on Morpheus’s shoulder,” I’m at full strength now. Even more powerful than before, I don't have a doubt it will work” he said pulling some sand out of his pouch, slowly crouching down beside the casket,” It’s time to wake my love” he said before blowing the sand into your direction,” How long will it take?” Matthew asked, he seemed more excited than Morpheus himself,” Patient” he said softly, he didn't take his of you as he slowly rose again from his crouched position. It felt like aeons to Morpheus, waiting for you to move or show any sign of life. “Please my love,” he said caressing your cheek, then he felt it, your skin wasn't ice cold anymore, it’s getting warmer.” She’s getting warmer” Morpheus said,” My love can you hear me?” he said kneeling once again, then he noticed your chest slowly rising and failing,” There is movement under her eyelids,” Matthew said, Morpheus grabbed one of your hands,” If you can hear me, please squeeze my hand,” he said, desperation in his voice, it took w while but he did feel the slightest pressure on his hand,” Kiss her,” Matthew said randomly,” What?”,” It happens in Disney movies, the Princess is asleep and a Prince kisses her awake” Matthew explained,” Come give it try and relax with your judgmental looks while you at it” he said, Morpheus hesitated but maybe Matthew was right, it wouldn't surprise him if his sister did make that a requirement. He slowly rose and caging your body between his arms,” Give her a good one, it is your guy’s first kiss in a hot minute” Matthew said but Morpheus ignored it, he slowly lowered himself down to your lips, he felt your breath against your lips slightly. He carefully pressed his lips against yours, your lips were still soft as he remembered maybe even softer, he didn't want to remove his lips from yours but he did after a while,” Maybe it needs a while to lift the spell, kind of how like amazon delivery” Matthew said gaining a confused look from Morpheus,” Maybe you're right” Morpheus said sadly,” Don't be upset boss, the boss lady will be up in no time” he said, just when Morpheus and Matthew were about to leave, soft shuffling filled the Dream Lord’s ears,” Morpheus?” a soft but hoarse voice came through afterwards.

Morpheus’s head snapped towards your voice,” Y/N, my love” he said happily, you were trying to sit up but you seem to find it difficult,” Your back, I never had any doubt my love” you said cupping his cheek as tears were streaming down his face,” I leave the two of you alone” Matthew said,” Thank you Matthew” Morpheus said before the raven flew away,” Matthew?” you asked confused,” We have a lot to catch up on but now let’s meet our children first” he said lifting you off the casket into his arms where you belonged.” How long had past since-”,” Too long my love, just so you know I never plan to leave you ever again” he said starting to walk towards Cain and Abel,” You better not” you smiled taking in his scent,” I love you Morpheus” you said softly looking up at him,” I love you, maybe even more” he smiled.

Soon the two of you arrived at the Gate of Cain and Abel’s land. He carefully set you down feet, he wrapped his arm around your waist, steadying you.” What did you name our daughter? I heard Cain call our boy Atlas”,” Althea” you said quickly.” Have they grown much in our absence?” you asked,” You will see my love”.

Meanwhile, the twins were playing with Goldie, they were upset about Gregory's demise but were happy about having another Gargoyle. Abel managed to convince Cain not to tell the twins who took away Gregory as he didn't want the twins to have negative feelings towards their father. Althea was running after Goldie when she tripped over a rock and landed harshly on her belly with a loud thud. “ Althea, are you okay,” Atlas asked concerned before his younger sister burst into tears, Goldie meanwhile flew into the house of mystery to get either Cain or Abel.” Please, Althea, don't cry” Atlas said rubbing his sister's back, her knee and chin were bleeding slightly and she was covered in dirt” Why is the Princess of the Dreaming crying?” Morpheus said making Atlas jump slightly. He looked at Morpheus with identical eyes, instantly recognising him as his father,” We can't have our Princess crying now” you said wrapping your arms around your daughter,” Mother” Atlas said,” You have awakened” he said happily,” Little flower, where does it hurt?” you said gently as Althea wrapped her small arms around your waist,” She hurt her leg” Atlas said grabbing Morpheus sleeve,” Well then can be fixed, look her little flower” Morpheus said softly making the girl peak at her father, he pulled out a bit of sand from his pouch and sprinkled on her injured leg and before she knew it was gone making Althea gasp,,” Do you know who I am?” he asked,” You are our father, Uncle Abel and Lucienne talked about you, they said you will bring Mom from her slumber and restore the dreaming to its former glory” Atlas said,” We have the same eyes” Althea said making Morpheus smile, he grabbed gently and placed her onto his lap,” Yes, we do my little flower” he said melting when his little girl wrapped her arms around him,” Why don't I have a nickname?” Atlas pouted making both Morpheus and you laugh,” How about little raven, as your Dad always has a raven with him” you said pulling him into your laps,” My name is still cooler” Althea said sticking her tongue out at her brother,” You are a flower and I’m a raven, so my nickname is cooler” Atlas said also sticking his tongue at his sister which was countered by a push of your lap from Althea,” Hey, no violence. Both of you have cool nicknames, right Morpheus?” you said,” Yes, they are children of the Endless after all, who only have cool nicknames” he said tickling Althea sides making her giggle which filled Morpheus should with happiness,” Are you as ticklish as your sister little raven” you said before tickling his sides making giggle as well. Soon both twins were giggling making both you and Morpheus happier than ever.

“Althea, Irving- I mean Goldie said you are hurt,” Abel said rushing towards the four of you,” I’m fine now Uncle Abel, my Papa healed it,” she said cuddling into Morpheus's side,” Well, then I let the reunited family alone. Dinner is nearly ready though, so feel free to join us- Lady Y/N, your awake” Abel gasped,” CAINE, LADY Y/N IS AWAKE” he shouted heavily,” What are you babbling about- Lady Y/N, your back, and with the twins. Why not joins us for dinner, we have enough for all of us. It is an honour” Cain said,” We gladly accept” you smiled looking at Atlas who was placing flowers in your hair. The two brothers nodded and quickly when back into the house leaving the four of you alone again. You looked at Morpheus who was staring at you,” You are even more beautiful than I remember” he said as the twins started to chase each other again, he pulled you into his arms and kissed your forehead,” Whatever happens next, I want you at my side” he said softly stroking your arm,” Good as I would have forced my way into it. You aren't getting rid of me this easy from now on” you smiled nuzzling into his neck,” Is that a promise?” Morpheus asked,” Yes” you smiled,” Good,” he said cupping your chin and placing his lips on yours.” Ewwwww,” the twins said making you and Morpheus pull apart,” Kissing gives cooties, “ Althea said,” Cooties don't affect grown-ups my little flower” she still scrunched up her nose in disgust,” I still will never kiss a boy,” she said making Morpheus smile,” You better not,” he said poking her belly,” Dad play ball with us before dinner, Mom can join as well,” Atlas said picking up a ball,” Girls vs boys” he added,” Challenge accepted” you smiled, Althea nodded,” The winner gets the loser desert,” she said,” Deal,” Atlas said.

Morpheus looked around himself and couldn't believe it was real, he thought he was in a dream of his own making while still being trapped by Burgess but reality came when he felt a ball small against his shoulder and a small giggle following,” sorry Papa” Althea giggled,” Come on Dad, we can't lose” Atlas said tugging at Morpheus sleeve. No, everything was very much real, he had his twins, his realm and you. Everything is as it should be, at least for the moment but Morpheus doesn't care about the obstacles of the future, so long he has you at his side, he’s ready to face anything.

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