#was this an excuse to look at elliot's pictures?

[alchemyfreak321]

Elliot Knight

[simpingforstardew]

misty [chapter one]

pairing: sdv harvey x reader

synopsis: harvey has always been a man of routine and order— although just as he begins to tire of his life in pelican town, a new farmer moves to the valley and turns his life around. chapter one.

warnings: pure fluff and romance; eventual smut, but that'll be tagged when the time comes !! please enjoy my harvey playlist while you read ♡ (this is crossposted from ao3).

word count: 2.2k

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Harvey gently lets the needle of his record player caress the notches of the vinyl; after a skip, his apartment is filled with the soft melody of Ella Fitzgerald— he hums, content.

The apartment itself is unremarkable, a guest would consider it lived-in, cozy perhaps, but as the doctor looks around his living room all he can see is mess. Abandoned laundry draped over his plush red sofa, dishes waiting patiently to be washed after his microwaved dinner, and his newest TAMIYA model plane yearning to be completed.

Although the glow of the early winter sunset through his window paints a picture of comfort, it’s certainly a bachelor’s flat.

He walks to his kitchenette, stretching his tense shoulders, as he discards the dirty dishes into the sink and grabs a wine glass. Placing the glass onto the small dining table, Harvey considers which wine to indulge himself with tonight; after some performative consideration his reaches again for his usual Merlot— he chuckles to himself, realizing that he has always been a predictable creature of habit.

He pulls out the only chair at the table, bringing the glass to his moustached lips before being interrupted by the ringing of his phone. Glancing at the caller ID, he smirks. Had it been anyone else interrupting his evening, he would have been rather disappointed.

“Elliot, what do I owe the pleasure?” He says, moving from his place in the kitchenette to turn his music down, wine glass comfortably in his grip.

“Harvey! I don’t suppose you’re free tonight?” Elliot sings down the phone, “We haven’t been able to catch-up in quite a while, and I’m finally finished with the first draft of my newest manuscript!”

Elliot has always been a good friend to Harvey since the writer moved to Pelican Town over a year ago— although excentric in his own ways, Harvey has always appreciated having someone else in town to rely on for advice and wine recommendations.

“Congratulations, but I’m afraid I can’t tonight,” The doctor sighs, looking down at his drink, “I’m… rather busy this evening.”

“Lying will get you nowhere, my friend,” Elliot chuckles, “I have it on good authority that the clinic has been empty all day, and besides I still owe you a drink.”

“Yes well,” Harvey racks his brain for an excuse, pacing around his small living area, “The clinic being empty is a blessing, but the medical files won’t update themselves.”

“Very well,” Elliot sighs, melodrama has always been the writer’s strength, “Perhaps another time then.”

Harvey drops his phone unceremoniously, guilt infesting his mind. He could very well have finished his wine, grabbed his favourite green coat from the hook on the front door and travelled down to the saloon. Despite himself, however, he finds himself returning to the dining room table to pour the last of the Merlot into his glass.

Despite knowing every citizen of Pelican town after years of check-ups and festivals, he’s found himself drawn to isolation. Not that he didn’t adore the village and all of it’s quirks, he had just grown despondent over the recent weeks: stressed from his medical work, bored of his own repetitive routine, and— if Harvey is being honest with himself— hopeless. Winter tends to shine a spotlight on your own loneliness, particularly after an unremarkable birthday spent working.

After finishing the last of his wine, Harvey places the glass into the ever-filling sink and combs a hand through his brunette hair. The grandfather clock in the corner ticks away the minutes, echoing through the silent apartment. He sighs, the weight of the day finally settling in as he loosens his tie and prepares for bed. The soft glow of his bedside lamp casts a warm hue on the room, a lone figure moving through the routine of solitude. Perhaps the new year will be better. Perhaps, at the very least, it will provide Harvey with the change he so desperately needs. He thought about praying for such a change, but Harvey has never been a religious man; instead, he begins to dream.

The next morning, sunlight filters through the half-open blinds, painting streaks of gold across the bedroom floor. Harvey stretches, the stiffness in his shoulders a testament to a night’s restless sleep. The clock on the bedside table blinks 7:30AM. Harvey walks down the rickety stairs to the clinic, the call of songbirds outside travelling through the open windows— a melody that almost makes the dispassionate off-white of the practices’ hallway feel a little more pleasant.

“Good morning Maru,” Harvey waves, spotting the coily pink hair of the nurse behind the front desk. He adjusts his tie as he slips into his doctors coat, “You’re here early, what’s the occasion?”

Maru chuckles as she relaxes into the uncomfortable blue office chair, “What? I can’t come in bright and early to start the year right with some administrative work?”

Harvey scoffs, a smirk tugging on his lips, “Frankly, I would have thought people your age are preoccupied nursing hangovers on the first day of the new year— although your help is always appreciated.”

“Well frankly,” Maru imitates the older man, “I can’t believe you take me for such a party animal, Doctor Greenwood. How about I run out and get us some coffee, hm?”

“Have I ever told you how wonderful you are, Maru?”

“Not nearly enough,” Maru giggles, standing up from behind the reception desk to leave before stopping with a gasp “Oh, I almost forgot to tell you— we received an application for someone new to register with our clinic, their paperwork is on your desk.”

The bell on the clinic’s front door chimes as Maru exits, leaving Harvey baffled at the implication of a new patient. With the exception of Elliot last year, nobody has moved into the valley in a very long time. Perhaps with more excitement than is needed, Harvey dashes to his office; sure enough, a single document lays on his desk.

APPLICATION FOR REGISTRY, PELICAN TOWN CLINIC (GENERAL PRACTICE) (Y/N) (L/N) | +19201 184523 Hilltop Farm, Pelican Town...

Harvey adjusts his glasses as he reads the application in awe, why hadn’t he known someone was moving to Pelican Town— let alone into the abandoned farm on the outskirts of the valley? Perhaps he would have known if he had gone to the saloon last night with Elliot: the writer is typically much more aware of the town’s news and gossip than he is.

As he moves into the waiting area of the clinic, Harvey finds his eyes glued to the application in his hands— as if he is attempting to memorise every letter formed from the delicate handwriting on the form. The familiar bell of the front door chimes, failing to distract the doctor from his reading.

“Maru, that was extraordinarily fast— you didn’t get decaf again did you? That prank just isn’t as funny as you insist it is.” His large hand reaches up to adjust his glasses as they slide down the length of his freckled nose.

“Oh, not a fan of decaf,” An unfamiliar voice replies, “I’ll try to remember that.”

Harvey looks up from the paperwork, a faint blush washing over his cheeks as he coughs, “I- I’m terribly sorry I-,” He takes a selfish moments pause, just to look at the stranger in front of him, “I thought you were… somebody else, can I help you?”

“It’s okay, I just came in to make sure my application to register here arrived, I’m (Y/n)” You smile, extending your hand out to him as your eyes sparkling under the clinic’s soft light.

“I know-” Harvey scolds himself for his bluntness; he goes to shake your hand, “I mean, I was just reading through your application! Consider it approved… Forgive me, I had no idea anybody new was moving into town.”

“Well, yeah— it was kind of a last minute decision, I’m taking over my grandfather’s farm just west of here. You must be Doctor Greenwood?” You ask, not wanting to dwell on discussions of your late grandfather.

“Harvey,” He lets his arm fall, already missing the warmth of your smaller hand clasped in his own.

“Excuse me?”

“Please, you can call me Harvey,” The doctor places the now forgotten application on the reception desk behind him, “If you would prefer, of course—”

“—Harvey,” His name sounds heavenly coming from your lips, almost as angelic as your soft laughter, “It was nice to meet you.”

In an instant, you're gone. The bell chimes as you leave, singing it's own goodbye.

Harvey is dazed, his hands clenching together as his blush grows darker, “It was lovely to meet you too,” He says to an empty waiting room.

As he turns towards his office, the bell chimes once more; quickly followed by Maru’s animated voice, “Order’s up! One totally-not-decaf coffee for you, and a mint-hot chocolate for yours truly,” Maru giggles.

“T-Thank you, Maru,” Harvey takes the paper cup from his assistant’s hand, “Guess who just left the clinic.”

“Oh no, was it George? I told him that his prescription won’t arrive until next week!” Maru perches on the reception desk, sipping from her hot chocolate, “Do you want me to reschedule his appointment to this afternoon?”

The doctor chuckles, finally tearing his eyes from the front door of the clinic, “No, there’s no need for that— thank you though, Maru.”

The pair drink their beverages in a comfortable silence; Harvey quickly realising that one decaffeinated coffee wouldn’t be enough to satiate him.

“Right, well… I’m going for another one.” Harvey slips out of his doctors coat and into his dark-green cardigan, “Will you be okay here alone for five minutes?”

“You can trust me, Doc,” Maru offers a confident thumbs-up, “I’ll just call if there’s an emergency!”

After a nod to Maru, Harvey is quickly out the door. He basks in the spring warmth before walking down to The Stardrop Saloon— an unnecessary journey considering his coffee machine lay unused in his apartment, but Gus’ coffee is just so much better! At least, that’s what he tries to convince himself. In truth, Harvey just needs an excuse to leave the clinic; a trip upstairs to his apartment will only leave him feeling more claustrophobic.

“Wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are better fate than wisdom” Elliot sings, falling in pace with the doctor as the clinic door slams shut.

“Whatever are you talking about now?” Harvey turns his head to Elliot, slowing his brisk pace to enjoy the short walk with the writer.

“E.E. Cummings, Harvey! You haven’t read his work?” Elliot tuts, patting Harvey on the back as they walk together, “Shame on you.”

“Ah, of course,” Harvey playfully scoffs, sending a smirk to the shorter man, “Consider me utterly embarrassed.”

The pair are greeted by the music from the jukebox as they walk into the Saloon, both waving to Gus.

“Well I can tell how embarrassed you are by the blush on your cheeks,” The writer leans against the bar, eyebrows raised, “Or, has a certain new farmer caught the doctor’s attention?”

“I haven’t a clue what your talking about.” Harvey knew better than to feed into Elliot's delusional romanticism, he simply rakes a hand through his already swept back hair.

“You know you’ve always been a horrid liar, my friend.” Elliot smiles, “They’re quite lovely, aren’t they?”

“Who?” Harvey continues to feign ignorance while ordering a coffee from Gus.

“(Y/n), we met earlier this morning.” Elliot replies, “You would know that they’ve been the topic of conversation in town for a while now… If you came out of that small apartment once in a while.”

“You’re right, you know,” Harvey slouches, ignoring his own advice to his patients about the importance of posture, “I do regret not coming out last night, for what it’s worth.”

“I’m always right,” Elliot gleams, “My question is, was I right about you needing to come out more, or right about (Y/n) catching your eye?”

Harvey takes the coffee from Gus, placing 300g on the bar, “You know you’ve always talked too much, Elliot.”

The writer laughs as he watches Harvey leave the Saloon, “And you love me for it, good friend!”

On the short walk back to the clinic, Harvey finds himself thinking about you as he sips on his coffee. It wasn’t hard to make an impression as a new person in a small town, but never before had Harvey been struck by a stranger’s beauty so quickly, their interaction was short, yet the doctor’s heart raced as he remembered the way the farmer looked up at him.

The bell rings as he enters the clinic, Harvey realises this is probably the most the bell has chimed in a single day.

“Hey, Doc,” Maru greets, continuing her work on the computer in front of her, “Don’t forget that Evelyn has an appointment tomorrow at 10:30.”

“Thank you, Maru.” Harvey sips his drink, walking through the waiting room into his office, “Oh, and make sure it’s on file that (Y/n) (L/n)‘s application to register here is approved.”

Perhaps it’s selfish that a doctor would want to see his patient so soon— he certainly wouldn’t wish for emergency visit, his heart hurts at the thought of (Y/n) being injured— but as Harvey sits down in his office chair and begins to file his paperwork he can’t help but want to see that new farmer again.

[tadpolesinyourshoes]

more od my stardew brain rot for the masses. I present:

My headcannons after life after marriage with the SDV bachelor/ettes:

Its kinda long, sorry and I also apologize for typos or if its incoherent. I'm no writer

Harvey:

You thoughy he worried avout your health BEFORE you got together, oh boy oh boy. He's alaays asking how you feel, bringing you snacks amd water while you work the farm. He cleans you up after the mines (while he lectures you about the dangers). He likes the domestic moments. The days it rains and you stay inside together with warm cups of coffee, snuggled up in the bed. Hes a classica kind of guy. He leaves roses on the table and brings you breakfast in bed. Since hes a doctor, you're both awake early. Every morning is filled with sleepy kisses and coffee. He never leaves the house without a kiss and a 'see you later'.

Shane:

This man is ANXIOUS. Hes a bundle of self doubt and insecurity. He spends his hours thinking how great you are and how itd a matter of time until you leave him. Reassure him, please. He absolutely loves every minute you're with him. Hes acrually a surprisingly good cook. He also is so good with kids. He definitely wants kids after seeing you with Jas. Hes not big on saying how he feels, but he's working on it. Instead he helps out here and there, feeding the chickens (he actually loves doing that), cleaning the house, cooking a meal when you get home late. Little touches when you're alone. His leg agaisnt yours, his hand gently in your hair while you sleep. He loves you more than anything (except the chickens. Knoe your place.)

Elliot:

He is down SO BAD. Carries a picture of the two of you everywhere. He shows you off whenever he has the chance. Hes just so proud of his sweetheart. He cooks well, but he hates cooking so you two agree to split the chores. You're his muse ans you best believe he makes it known. He leaves you poems; post-it notes on the mirror, on a napkin on the counter, written on the bavk of th grocery list, a torn out notebook page in your coat pocket. He loves when you do his hair. If you don't know how, he teaches you. On slow days on the farm, you leave the front door open for some air and you can hear him playing piano.

Alex:

His love language is tackling you (physical touch). You walk through the door and hes hugging you, kissing your cheeks, picking you up and taking you to bed. He can't cook, but he can bake. Evelyn taught him and he treasures the skill. For every anniversary, no matter how small, he makes a treat. He loves helping you around the farm because its an excuse to walk around shirtless and flex for you. He also has a weirdly green thumb. The crops wont sprout and the season is almost over? Send Alex to water them. The next moening you have a bounty like no other.

Sam:

He has ADHD so he does that peguin pebbling thing where he finds random objects and brings them to you because 'this reminded me of you.' He can't cook. For the love of yoba don't let him cook unless you want to remodel your kitchen. He still tries to be sweet though. Hes not a morning person, but when you wake up early he stumbled put of bed, hair messy, eyes closed and follows you like a sad puppy. Hes so clingy. Like SO clingy. Personal space. Gone. He talks to you through the bathroom door, holds you while you sleep, wants to be next to you all the time. He also loves your animals, especially the chickens. He has one favorite, but he won't say it (he might hurt the others feelings). Sometimes you come back from town and hes sitting outside on the porch talking to the chickens, who look strangely invested.

Sebastian:

He loves you so much, but he hates that everyone KNOWS he loves you. You gush about the sweet things he does to your friends and he goes bright red in the ears. The townsfolk ask about you so he tries to avoid having to talk to them. When you're alone though, he's the total opposite. Hes quiet, sure, but he does whatever he can to help you out. A kiss on your cheek before he goes to water the crops for you. Makes you a cup of coffee after work. When he was little, robin taught him how to carve and widdle. He makes you cute wooden figures, usually modeled after your animals. He takes you to the city for weekend date nights. He asks you to go on rides just to feel your arms around him.

Leah:

She treats you like the most beautiful painting shes ever layed her eyes on. When you're sitting with her on the beach, she'll paint dancing swirls up your arms to your hands. (Maybe you get it tattooed one day and she cries). All the paintings in your house are made by her. Much like Elliott, youre her muse. She makes you sit so she can paint you or practice sketching. But she can never get enough of you. When you lay together, she meticulously traces the shapes of your body. Your hands, your nose, your hips. Everything about you is perfect to her.

Emily:

She's a free, creative person. She wakes you up late at night to look at the stars and dance by the river. Shes been making a quilt out of scrap fabric for your bed. She tries to tesch you how to sew it so you cam be a part of it. She helps you with the crops and picks fresh vegetables when theh grow so she can make you beautiful dinners. She loves to cook for you because you always have something good to say about it. She could be on food network, you swear it. Every day when she gets ready, right after putting on her lipstick, she kisses your cheek to leave a little mark. You leave it there while you do your chores.

Penny:

Penny is naturally an early bird. She wakes up each morning with you. You two share a few minutes of quiet before stsrting coffee. You take turns making breakfast. Penny is so used to keeping the house up by herself after living with Pam, so being with you is a breath of fresh air. But she still likes to help you out. So before going to teach the kids, she helps out in the garden. You pass by in town while shes walking the kids home. You join them on their walk and Jas starts asking you for that princess story again. As you tell it, you see Penny's cheeks go pink. Its only the story of how you met. But to you it felt like a fairy tale. You walk home with your wife every day, sharing stories of your day while settling down on the porch.

Abigail:

Shes high energy. She heard about it, she wants to try it. Take her to the city to a nigt club and she'll dance circles with you all night. She makes you matching bracelets and you never dare to take it off. When you go down to the mines, she wants to come with. She doesn't fear them, but that scares you. You have to convince her to stay with the farm every time. But you always bring her a beautiful gemstone back. You think the amythest brings out her eyes. Shes a decent cook, actually. Contrary to what Sam and Sebastion may say. Her recipes are odd, but somehow, they always work out. Shes not a morning person, she won't get up even if you shake her. But somehow she knows if you forget to give her a kiss on your way out the door.

Haley:

She takes a million pictures of you. She loves to. You hide your face, she tells you how much she likes your smile. You're working on the farm and hear the shutter click. She likes the ways your arms look when you roll up your sleeves. After a long day in town, you bring her flowers. Shes always waiting up for you. She likes to slow dance in the living room and hear about your adventures from the day. She tells Alex about how great you are. Everytime you walk by and catch her off gaurd, she fixes her hair so she 'looks nice'. You just kiss her and tell her she looks nice all the time.

Maru:

She loves to help you out on thr farm. Just not... conventionally. She is her father's daughter, so shes always making you new inventions to make the farm run smoother. Better fertilizer, fresh feed thst produces better eggs, though she was banned from tending the animald after one of her feeds turned your chickens eggs bright pink. She loves to walk around town with you, always with your hand in hers. She's not a cook, but she still tries to learn from you. Shes learning, but she mostly just likes getting to be near you while you cook.

[kuruka1559s]

I decided to write the dialogues in English because I’m too lazy to write the translation, you know? Some of them will be in Italian, Mkay?

Barbara, Ellie, Elliot, Ori and Velvette belong to me!

Daft belongs to @fuzart !

Stripe belongs to @iknkeli

Quill belongs to @bokzbandeet

Ajay belongs to @lazy-skullz

SMILETALE

Chapter 1

Barbara

Rieti, St Hyppolitus

My birthday.

It’s… my birthday.

I never liked birthdays.

Especially because… my dad died, during my birthday.

It’s odd how we can lose our loved ones in a second.

Just a second.

That’s what happened to me, and my brother.

That’s why we’re orphans.

I sit up from my bed, and my brother slams the door with a plate in his hands, a small cake in it.

“HAAAAPPY BIIIIRTHDAY TOOOO YOUUU”

“Brother please-“

“HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY TOOO YOUUUU”

“P-“

“HAPPY BIIIRTHDAYYY TOO BARBARAAAAAAAA”

“Elliot…”

“HAAAAPPYYYY BIIIIIIRTHDAYYYY TOOOO YOUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!”

Beams Elliot, while Ellie was clapping her hands.

I sigh and smile warmly.

Elliot gets inside and hands the plate to me, I grab it.

“Come on! Blow it!”

He beams eagerly, jumping from the happiness.

I blow the candles and the kids clap their hands.

“Made a wish?”

Asks Ellie, I nod.

My wish was to be a rock star, in the future.

Even if I know it won’t come true.

My brother hands me a big wrapped gift, I grab it.

“Maybe this will help you to achieve it! Come on, open it!”

Beams Elliot.

I open the gift.

It was an electric guitar, with cables and case included.

What the…

“Bro how did you-“

“AWESOME RIGHT!? I even have the cables and everything that you need to make the guitar work! See?”

Beams Elliot, interrupting me.

He shows me the cables, while I’m grabbing my new guitar.

Its colour was blue electric.

My favourite colour.

“AAAAND! FROM ELLIE….”

Yelps suddenly Elliot, grabbing another gift, but smaller.

He hands it to me, and I open it.

“A NECKLACE! Inside you can put a picture of your lovey dovey bf!”

Beams Ellie.

Weeell…

Yesterday we did something, that they don’t want to know.

…

We f-cked.

WHATEVER! THOSE ARE DETAILS! SILLY LITTLE DETAILS!

I grab the necklace and smile, it was heart-shaped, and it was yellow.

“It’s beautiful, Ellie.”

I mutter, Ellie smiles happily.

I sigh softly and get up.

“Today I have to go to School, BUT WE’LL BE BACK SOON!”

“K.”

“BYEEEEEEEE”

Screams Elliot, before running downstairs with Ellie.

They left.

Then, after some minutes, someone knocks at the door.

“Uh… excuse me? Someone here?”

“Yeah. I’m coming!”

I affirm, going downstairs.

I look at the guy.

Daft

Rieti, St Hyppolitus

I look at the girl.

She was… weird.

She had extremely long cyan hair, an eye without pupil and the left eye red, she was wearing an orange hoodie.

“Hi.”

I said.

“Hello.”

She says back.

“I… I’m Daft, it’s nice to meet ya.”

“I’m Barbara.”

She affirms, as I offer my hand for a handshake.

She shakes my hand, and of course I had to use that trick.

The cushion in my hand makes a so-called fart, and then she start laughing.

I smile a bit.

“Oh my god! The cushion in the hand trick?!”

“It’s always funny.”

“Ice one.”

“Thanks, kid.”

I state, after letting out a small chuckle at her pun.

“Let me guess, Daft, your real name is Sans?”

“… yeah, how do you know?”

“Heh. Well, It’s uhhhhhh… hard to explain. May I know how you managed to get here?”

“I wanted to use a shortcut to get home, but instead, I got here.”

“Oh… well… maybe if you do the same thing here, you can get back in your timeline!”

“Timeline?”

“A way to say your universe, ya know?”

“Oh..”

“Can you do that thing of getting a ‘shortcut’ again, right?”

“Weeell…”

“DAFT.”

“Nope.”

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?”

She screams in anger, after sitting down on a chair and sighing, trying to calm herself down.

She has anger issues.

Yep.

Totally.

“Sorry for that outburst.”

“No problem.”

“Can you explain to me why you can’t?”

“I can use one shortcut per day.”

“So tomorrow you can?”

“Yeah.”

“Good..”

She mutters.

I look around the place, it was a small entry who lent to the kitchen, it was pretty clean, and organised.

“Ya like it?”

She asks, I nod in approval.

“Glad to know. Sooooo…”

She mutters as she fidgets with a part of her hoodie.

“I could introduce you to the guys of the village or… nothing.”

“Meeting the others sounds good to me.”

“Yeah! Then… let’s go, I guess. My brother is coming back at home at 2 pm… meh, we have time. Come with me!”

She affirms, after we got out of her home.

We walk through her small garden, with grapes hanging on some bars.

“Soooo… up or down?”

“You choose.”

“Up, then.”

She affirms, after we start walking up a small hill, who reaches a small square, there were girls talking onto some stairs and guys playing soccer.

“Well this place is oddly… nice.”

“Yeah! This small village is called Saint Hyppolitus, it’s a small village but our lives here are nice!”

“I see… well, what do you usually do?”

“I take a walk, chat with my friends, start a fight…”

“I see- WAIT A SECOND START A FIGHT!?”

“DON’T YELL!”

“UH- right- sorry. Start a fight?!?”

“I’m not the classic girl to take a BONE with.”

“HA! good one.”

I chuckle.

A girl stands up and reaches us.

“Oh my god!”

“What?”

“Is that… a skeleton!?”

She gasps, pointing at me.

what have I done wrong now? I thought monsters were into this village.

“Ignore her, she’s stupid. The only thing that saves her is her looks.”

“Well Barbie, looks are everything for a woman.”

“Oh my satan…. Velvette, it isn’t, didn’t you hear the thousandth time someone saying that looks aren’t everything or are you just too dumb to understand that!?”

She affirms, a tone of annoyance in her voice.

So, the girl called Velvette was blonde with green eyes, she was short but for sure she totally knew how to make a stupid man fall head over heels.

“So… who’s this guy you brought with you Barbie?”

“Her name is Barbara, and I’m Daft, nice to meet you. Even if I don’t like you.”

I muttered the last part so that only Barbs could hear me.

Hm.

Barbs suits her.

Ok.

“Daft?”

“Velvette…”

“何！？Daftは愚かな名前です！マイクはもっとフィットしていたでしょう!” (What!? Daft is a stupid name! Mike would have fitted more!)

“What did she just say? And why has she even started talking Japanese?”

“You don’t wanna know, plus, sometimes she just starts talking Japanese randomly because she can’t talk in English.”

She sighs and then starts talking Japanese.

The heck?

“ベルベット、これについて話さないでもいいですか？それは愚かで奇妙です。さらに、私は別の戦いが起こってほしくない.” (Velvette, can we not talk about this? It’s stupid and weird. Plus, I don’t want another fight to take place.)

“あなたがこのように話し続けるなら、私はあなたのお尻を叩くでしょう、そして私にそのような話をしなければよかったのに！” (If you keep talking like this I’ll beat your ass and make you wish to have never spoke to me like that!)

“ベルベット、やめてくれませんか-気にしないで。” (Velvette can you please stop it- nevermind.)

She suddenly starts to crump the knuckles of her hands.

“What is happening?”

“Our little Velvette right here wants to put up a fight.”

“And you will stop it right?”

“…”

“Right Barbara?”

I ask again.

Oh for hell’s sake…

“There’s only one way to make her REEEEEEEEEEEEASOOOONNN!-“

She suddenly dodges a punch and blocks her fist.

I take a step back, as a guy walks towards me.

“Daft right?”

“Yeah?”

“Nice to meet ya, I’m Ori.”

“Ok Ori?”

“Who do you think will win?”

“I think Barbara?”

“Yeah me too.”

He affirms skeptically.

“Come on babe! Kick her ass!”

He yells.

She kicks Velvette, as she thumbs up at Ori, with a smile, though, Velvette strikes a punch right at her nose, making it bleed.

“Shit-“

She mutters.

She takes off her hood, and she stays in her black tank top.

(Creator note: come on simps, let yourself be heard.)

Ori catches the jacket.

“戦いに集中しろ、バカ!” (FOCUS ON THE FIGHT IDIOT!)

Yells Velvette.

Barbara wipes with her hand the blood coming out from her nose as Velvette strikes another punch right at her jaw, she dodges it and contrattacks.

We kept watching, and after a while, Barbara strikes a punch that goes right on the side of her face and knocks her out, a bruise on Velvette’s cheek.

“That was easy…. Weirdly easy. Hm, well enough.”

“Awesome as always baby!”

Says Ori as he kisses Barbara’s cheek.

Ooooooooh.

They’re a couple.

I’m so stupid sometimes.

Heh.

I shrug and go close to the couple.

“That was an extremely short fight Barbara.”

“It was.”

“Good job by the way.”

“Thanks.”

Ori chuckles.

As the lovebirds kept talking I look down at Velvette.

She was keeping her eyes on me, not blinking.

…

Her eyes were red.

She had a big smile on her face, almost unnatural.

She didn’t look like a human at all, saliva came out from her mouth as she kept smiling.

What the…

I look at Barbara and I turn to look again at Velvette.

She had blue eyes and she wasn’t smiling, she wasn’t drooling at all and she wasn’t looking at me.

She isn’t human.

“Daft, you good?”

“Huh?- oh, yeah, I’m…. Good.”

I affirm.

Ori’s phone starts vibrating.

“Whoops!- uh… phone call from work- hah! Uhhhh…”

“You can go babe.”

“Thank you-“

Replies quickly Ori, he kisses Barbara’s cheek again and gives her the hoodie, after he leaves.

Barbara’s nose restarts bleeding.

“Your nose.”

“Hm?”

“It’s still bleeding.”

“Oh-“

She mutters as she wipes it with the back of her hand.

It… didn’t work.

I sigh and she shrugs.

“It’s NOT a big deal! It’s just some blood!”

“Aha… look down at your clothes.”

She looks down.

“It has some blood on it. So what?”

“I- oh my gosh, do you have something, I have nothing in my pockets.”

“I have bandages at home.”

“Let’s go.”

I sigh, and Barbara, follows me.

“There’s no need, you know?”

“I know. BUT!”

“But?”

“You can’t let the blood keep streaming down, or you’ll pass out.”

“NAAAAAH! I’m fine!-“

She exclaims before tripping and falling on the ground.

Dammit-

I help her to get up and I make her arm wrap up around my neck, she groans.

“La testaaaaaaa… porca puttana…!”

“What?”

“Hm? What…?”

“What did you say?”

“My head. I’m feeling dizzy.”

“From nosebleed?”

“Yep…”

She mutters as we kept walking back home.

Once we got in, I made her sit down on the couch and grabbed a tissue, I handed it to her, she grabs it and puts it on her bleeding nose.

I sit right next to her.

“Thank you..”

“You’re welcome.”

I reply, and we stay silent for a while.

“I have a question, Barbara.”

“Hm?”

“How do you know about this thing of… timelines?”

“Well, in my studio there’s a book. An… odd book.”

“Odd book?”

“Yes. On it there’s wrote: “Undertale”. It talks about a human fallen in the underground, and that meets monsters. People say that it’s just an urban story, but I believe that this is real. So, I kept researching for info, I wanted to know more. And I found out about this… timelines. Odd, hm? Underfell, the edgy version of the original one, Underswap, the characters, but with swapped roles… all of the timelines have their own book about it. And I searched in my studio and I found out that I had them all. Thousands of books, all with their own name. And I founded an odd one.

Smiletale.

That book was empty.”

“Nothing was wrote in it?”

“Nothing. All blank.”

“Well that’s weird.”

“Yeah… there’s also one called Undercrime. I’ve ridden it. There was a character with your name: Daft Sans.”

“My name!?-“

“Your name, yeah.”

She chuckles.

“It says you have also a friend, Stripe. He’s not the only one… there’s also Quill, no?”

“How does it know!?”

“I dunno. It just says it like it was normal.”

Barbara

St. Hyppolitus, Rieti

He groans.

“Could you bring me in the studio?”

“Yeah sure, the nosebleed stopped after all.. I’m doing better now…!”

I affirm as I get up from the couch, Daft doing the same.

We get out of the dining room, and go upstairs, where there are the bedrooms, at the left of my room there was the door who brought to a small place outside and there was a small cabin.

My studio.

“In here.”

I open the door and show it to him, it’s a minimal room, with a desk with the computer, a big bookshelf filled with books.

“Undertale, Underfell, Underswap, X-tale…. There are thousands of them..”

“Yes.”

“Caretale, Underink, Undercrime- Undercrime!”

He goes up to the bookshelf and grabs the book of Undercrime.

“This book was made by a girl named Fuzart…?”

“Maybe that is her art-name..?”

“Art what?”

“Whatever- weeeeeell… read it, hm?”

I tell him.

He opens the book.

“This is insane…!”

“It actually is. I’ve been trying to figure out why and how did this happen. Why did these… writers create these timelines with such tragic stories. And why is the Smiletale empty?”

“Maybe it’s because… the player hasn’t ended the route.”

“What?”

“The route. At the end of the book there are the possible routes.”

“And?”

“In the book of the Smiletale there aren’t the possible routes. Maybe it’s because they didn’t still end it.”

“Then what is the player waiting for?”

“I don’t know.”

“I just want everything to be fine for my brother’s sake and of the other villagers, I just have to-“

A familiar voice interrupts me, before I could finish talking.

It was Blake.

WHAT NOW!?

(Ok guys, the first chapter is VERY LONG. So I’m framing it in more parts.)

(Part 2 here)

(Pilot here)

[celestiarambles]

since @k0koii-yu got me thinking about angela once again, here are some speculations or “hints” that fans thought of about angela after she was revealed to be the mole (because after that moment that’s when ppl started to look into her character to try and find something that hinted at her being the mole)

warning for spoilers!! (also no hate to the people who thought of these!! i just think that a few, if not most of these hints were grasping for straws a bit)

- tv tropes literally said that she’s using her photography hobby as an excuse to send intel to sombra. maybe that could make sense, but it could also just genuinely be a hobby she’s trying out. pretty simple flat out said that angela’s a perfectionist: if she’s gonna use that as an excuse, then she’d make sure that the pictures were PERFECT perfect. plus what was sombra gonna do with a picture of two women catfighting on a rooftop? xD

- when she wanted to ‘borrow jack’ to demonstrate the murder using her scalpel in case 4. “she was trying to kill jack!” or maybe she was just joking? she has twisted humor leave her alone

- when she doesn’t appear during critical moments, like in the finale of the eurasia arc and when elliot got kidnapped. angela’s expertise mostly lies on biology and medicine, so she probably couldn’t apply that on trying to stop a satellite taking over the data of the entire world. and when elliot got kidnapped, she was probably just as worried like everyone else, and there could also be a possibility where she was the one who treated elliot’s wounds and bruises afterwards. if she panicked and expressed her worry about her teammate getting kidnapped, that still wouldn’t have helped the situation either. she would only do what she can do to help.

- “she probably planted cameras in those matryoshka dolls of hers” OR MAYBE SHE JUST WANTED TO DO SOMETHING SWEET FOR THEM LEAVE THEM ALONE 😭

[corpsebasil]

I'm sorry but knight! Nikolaï got me hORNY—

So just think about it: like, kinda a corruption kink but the other way around? The Princess being very, VERY MUCH INTO HIM and being like "damn Imma bang that man"

And Knight Nikolaï being loyal to his duties so he's trying to not understand or see her advances, but god damn his patience and will to stay professional are wearing thin just like the clothes of the princess seems to gradually become around him uhuh

ARGBLBLBLB HAND ME THE HOLY WATER RIGHT NOW

Dear mother above—

^^^ me and you walking to his room.

Sir Nikolai isn’t a man that is unused to being fawned over. Women and men alike—nobles, citizens, who gives a shit—all want him. The man is literally sex on legs just LOOK at him. LORD.

The one person he’s surprised to find attracted to him, though, is you. Your royal highness. Aka the princess of Ravka and his personal charge. He takes his role of protecting you extremely seriously. He does a security sweep practically every time you enter a room. He keeps his eye out for any possible threats, always a step behind you. Always.

Yes he finds you pretty—who doesn’t—but the idea of sleeping with you goes against every moral fiber of his being.

It starts small when you realize you aren’t going to get your way with him at first.

DRABBLE UNDER THE CUUUUT

Oh god he’s so beautiful anyways—

“Sir Nikolai.”

“Princess.”

You’re watching him from one of the chairs in your sitting-room as he works, sorting through some documents as you’re supposed to be reading. You literally cannot focus.

The rustling of papers and the occasional shift of his body in his chair are the only sounds occupying your rooms as of now and, to your chagrin, you can’t stop staring at his hands. The way his fingers run over the documents, the way he licks his thumb quickly to flip a page, good God.

“I can feel you staring.” He says, not even sparing you a glance as he works. You scowl.

“I am not.”

He raises one eyebrow and you slump lower in your seat, face hot.

You’ve had a crush on your personal guard since pretty much forever and you know that he knows. He finds it entertaining to tease you sometimes; he’ll find excuses to help fix your hair, he holds your hand a bit longer than necessary when escorting you out of a carriage, and he especially enjoys the look on your face when you see him flirting with other women of the court.

I picture his grin like this.

Also Elliot Knight is fucking gorgeous.

He just smiles at you from across the room and goes straight back into his conversation.

You know from gossip around the court that he’s an absolute god in bed. The maids—those damn gossips—all giggle and blush as they whisper about a night with him or someone they know, their voices not quiet enough to stop you from picking up a few details while they clean.

You want him. You want him so bad it makes you look STUPID.

If you’re going to get this man on top of under, behind, down low, up high, all the positions you then you’re going to have to start being a little bolder, sweetheart. You start small: staring more openly and forcing yourself not to look away when caught. Brushing against him when you walk by just to have an excuse to be close to him. Making comments out of the blue about how you’re just so bored and touch deprived.

Poor you.

He catches on instantly.

“Princess.” He starts one evening, watching you as you approach him clad in one of your adorable nightgowns that leave nothing to the imagination. Picture Aelin’s gold nightgown, HA. His teeth are grit so tightly that he can actually feel his jaw hurt as you walk by. “Where is your robe.”

Not a question. He knows exactly where your robe is because you left it on his bed after sneaking quickly through the shared door in your chambers. He’d made the mistake of telling you he’d be right back and you took your chance. You’d be giggling like a fiend when he knocked just now, eyes dark and expression unamused.

He didn’t bring the robe, though. Oddly enough.

“It’s too hot for a robe right now.” You lie, ignoring his annoyed stare as you pour yourself a glass of bourbon from a decanter. “Besides, this dress is new. Don’t you like it?”

“You forgot the rest of it.”

“This is the newest style!” You argue, grinning to yourself as you feel him watch your back. The material is thin as hell and Saints you look fucking magical in it.

Meanwhile Nikolai, behind you, is feeling warmer and warmer the longer you fix yourself a drink. His eyes roam across your bare skin, his blood burning in his veins as he watches the slight sway of your hips. He can imagine running his hands along those long legs of yours, skin soft under his fingers.

How responsive would you be for him? Would you be loud or quiet? Calling out his name or only gasping and whining for him? Would you let him kiss your thighs before he buries his mouth between your legs? Would you let him bend you over his desk or set you on top of it?

Lord have mercy—

He licks his lips thoughtfully as he continues his observations. Surely you’re taking longer on purpose so that he can stare.

The clink of the glass hitting the counter snaps him from his fantasies before he realizes he’s been caught blatantly checking out your ass with his mouth hanging open a fraction.

Shit.

Your smile is devious and proud when you turn to face him, leaning slightly back against the table to meet his eyes.

“Something wrong, Sir?”

“Princess.” He clears his throat and glances up at the ceiling for a moment. “This isn’t appropriate.”

“I’d hope not.” You snort. You walk towards him and he stays still, every inch of him tense. He doesn’t look away as you tilt your head, chin lifted up to his in offering. He doesn’t take the bait.

“Princess.” He grits out. “Please. Stop.”

“Stop what?”

“You know what.”

“I’m not doing—”

But you shut up when his hand reaches out to snatch your wrist in an iron grip, your fingers hovering barely an inch away from his chest. The gap in his loose shirt reveals smooth, golden skin, your fingertips frozen.

You glance up with a tiny gasp and he’s watching you, his eyes darker and more serious than before.

“I cant let you start anything.” He breathes, hand tightening on your arm. “Not like this. Not with me.”

“Why?” You question, face falling as you look up into his eyes. “Why not?”

“You’re jail bait, kid.”

“What does that mean—”

“Your father would kick my ass if he saw me with you. You know that.” You huff through your nose and attempt to pull away but he holds fast. “Y/N,” he starts and your heart aches. Not ‘Princess’, Y/N. “you have no idea the things I’d do to you.”

You freeze as his head lowers a fraction, nose barely touching yours. Your breaths are unsteady as he tucks your hair behind an ear, hand framing your face.

“You’d never want to leave my bed.” He adds and the ache shoots from your heart to right between your legs. “The things I’ve thought about you.” He closes his eyes and, after a beat, whispers a quiet ‘fuck’ before practically tearing himself away from you.

You don’t even have time to protest before he’s heading back to his rooms and shutting the door behind him.

Ughhh OAJAOSK I NEED HIMMMM

[shion-yu]

Day 6: Doctor turned patient

Ryo/Alex drabble for @medwhumpmay. Ryo’s a veterinarian, but that’s a doctor right? Also this is a two parter, with the second part tomorrow!

Ryo’s graduation is one of the most significant days of his life. He’s been in veterinary school for what feels like insanely long. His relationship has survived two US and one global tour where Alex was hundreds, even thousands of miles away while he studied and stayed right in place in New York. And yet the years have gone faster than Ryo expected, even if some days felt like they would never end.

Everybody who’s important to him is there: Alex, of course. Ryo’s parents and Shu, who are all proud for good reason because this would’ve been impossible at times without them. Elliot and Cliff sit behind them, their new baby fastened to Cliff’s chest in a cloth carrier. And then all of his closest friends are here too, graduating alongside him. It’s a really happy day. At least, it should be. Except Ryo woke up in the middle of the night with a 103 fever and his teeth chattering so hard that it woke Alex up.

It’s definitely the flu, and Ryo realizes then that he forgot to get his flu shot that past winter. It’s ridiculous and maybe a little ironic: the day he finally becomes a doctor and he’s sick as a dog. Still, he’s not missing this ceremony for the world and Alex knows better than to try and persuade him otherwise. This only happens once, it’s Ryo’s crown achievement in his life thus far, and he is not going to let a little flu keep him from enjoying it.

By the end of the first hour of maudlin speeches and a painfully dull keynote speaker, Ryo’s wondering if he should’ve stayed home. Damien, his best friend, keeps nudging him to remember to sit up. It’s getting increasingly difficult to heed this advice. His head is killing him, he’s freezing even in a vinyl black gown in June, and he’s starting to see little black dots in his vision.

He’s totally, absolutely going to pass out. How he’s going to walk across that stage in front of this huge crowd is anyone’s guess. When they call his name, Damien literally shoves him out of his chair to stand up. Just one more push. He’s done this for eight long, incredible, difficult years and this is the last push.

Somehow, with blurry vision and a forced, dizzy smile, Ryo stumbles up to the stage. He shakes people’s hands, is handed his diploma, and takes a staged picture with the president of his school. And then when he walks off stage, instead of returning to his seat like he’s supposed to, he makes a beeline for the bathrooms where he knows he can finally stop pretending that he’s okay.

“Sir, you can’t go this way,” someone says.

Ryo doesn’t even look at them and just mumbles, “I’m literally gonna puke,” and pushes past them. It seems like a better excuse than ‘I need to pass out.’

He makes it down one hall inside the building, stumbles into a wall, and then things go dark.

Part 2

[ask-missparker]

The Chilling Adventures Of Super-Mamas 🧸

— Ruby Webb and Son 🕸️ Today

Summary: Meanwhile Mama is a work Momma has to take care of the kids, but work calls.

|🕸️🧸🔥|

Note: Silly sweet and a little goofy fic. A little bit of angst too, Mia might need a hug after this episode

Characters mentioned: Luna, Rick, Maria Hill, and etc

———————

Liane was picking up her phone and purse getting ready to rush out the door. Mia was sitting in the living room chair as Eli was playing with his toys on the floor as the TV played in the background.

“You sure you want me to go?” Liane asked reapplying her lipstick and rambling, “Cause I can always reschedule or cut my business day eariler. I know it won’t be profitable or professional for my clients but Luna said she was busy picking wedding flowers with Rochelle, so she might not have time to make to her appointment anyway and..”

“Honey, honey, honey!” Mia repeated sipping her orange juice as she looked up from her phone.

“What?”

“You’re starting to sound like me.

“Huh?…Oohhh! Yikes, yeah, nope! I should go soon then, shouldn’t I?”

“Yes you should, Luna and Ricky’s wedding is coming and Luna might keep making excuses to not come to your store, cause she doesn’t want to bother you, if you don’t show up.”

“Ughhh you’re so right! Oh my goodness yeah no, nope I gotta head out! Promise me you won’t sit all day and watch Bluey with Taylor!”

“Of course not…Now go!”

Liane kissed Eli’s face telling him to not let ice cream all day with his mother and was ushered out the door by Mia, before the blonde can return back inside. Mia closed the door behind her letting out a sigh and picked up the 6 year old boy sitting him on the couch with her. He giggled as his Momma handed him a piece of an old fashioned glazed donut.

“Yummy! Technically not ice cream.” Elliot says munching on the donuts, “Mama gone, can we watch Bluey now?”

“Oh yeah! Mama thinks Bluey is a little overrated but we love it. What if we watch Phineas and Ferb too?” Mia said as she suggested the other show with a grin.

“YES! Can we do the musical one?”

“You are definitely our kid.”

Half an hour later, the two sat on the couch watching Bluey and Phineas & Ferb episode as they enjoyed some snacks. The two were singing along to the entire episode of Phineas & Ferb, chuckling and making silly comments across the series. They even decided to watch Moana.

“I love this movie!” Mia chuckled taking a bite of her apple slices.

“Just don’t sing the boy parts, Mommy!” Elliot remarked.

“I can’t make promise i can’t ke—”

That was when her phone rang. It was Mr. Jameson! As Mia picked up the phone call, the phone practically shook with her boss’s booming voice.

“Where the heck are you, Parker?! You better not be lying around! I needed those photos 4 hours ago!” Jameson yelled over the phone.

“I um…well..heh, today is my day off, sir. I’m at home right now, tomorrow I go back to work.” Mia replied gently, very startled by her boss’s booming voice that almost broke her ear drums.

“UGHHH! I thought one of my employees said you were here today! They lied! Just then those damn pictures over the web or whatever you kids do in this modern day!”

As she heard JJJ ranting and babbling about god knows what, Mia text Maria Hill and her other phones if they can watch her son for a bit. Sadly some of them were busy and others were taking the day to relax. Maria Hill was spending the day with Natasha and their grandchildren. Then she glanced at her costume laying around in the other room and smirked exchanged a cheeky grin with Elliot. He grinned brightly.

“Gee sir!” Mia said loudly over the phone that was on speaker, “I don’t really know to use the web that well. Maybe just can just swing by real quick?”

Elliot chuckled, “HA HA!”

“Whatever Parker, just get here as soon as possible!” Jameson shouted then hung up.

~~~~

So Mia strapped on her Ruby Webb suit with a backpack and extra water bottles carrying Elliot as she swung across the city. The mother-son pair chatted and waved at citizens, even swinging by the windows of buildings as they crossed a park. Mia was so focused on making sure Elliot was strapped in her arms safely as she swung across the streets, she didn’t noticed Sandman until her son pointed out.

“Momma is that the Sandy guy?” He pointed out in awe with a little smile.

“Sandman?!” She exclaimed, under the domino mask and a hoodie of her suit.

“Can we play with him please?”

“I don’t know, baby..”

“Pleaseeee!”

“…uhhh okay, fine, maybe just real quick.”

Mia climbed down and landed in the park carrying Eliot. To her surprise Sandman was messing around with strangers, playing with kids and causing a huge mess per se. But he seemed harmless today, cause the kids and teenagers surrounding him weren’t upset despite the area being a little silly looking.

“Hey Sandy! Can you watch this little guy for me? It will be just a second, I’m gonna an errand right now!” Mia said cheerfully holding up her son who smiled brightly waving at William, “Thanks!”

“Uhm sure, Webby.” He said a little surprised at the unexpected moment with a half smile.

“Hehe thank you! He likes big slides.”

Elliot grinned, “Do a monster truck!”

He took Sandman’s hand running off to play with the other days, seeing his friends there too. Mia chuckled staying for a few seconds watching them, almost immediately losing track of time but then Mr. Jameson called her phone. She whined and rushed off to The Daily Bugle.

~~~

She snuck into a window, changing into a blazer that was in her office and sweating her hair into a ponytail before slipping out of the bathroom. Her co-worker Charlie Olsen, waved at her handing the girl extra papers to show their boss and apologize for her coming in today. Mia smiled and told him that it’s okay, it wasn’t his fault. Jake Kwan, Liane’s assistant, must’ve accidentally mistakenly sent a text message wrong to JJJ or something.

She grabbed the folder with the photos from her backpack as she rushed into Jameson’s office.

“Um, hi! Here are the pictures you wanted, sir.” Mia said entering the office holding the folder filled with of The Avengers fighting downtown last weekend.

Jameson stood up from his seat and exclaimed in his loud booming voice, “What took you so damn long?”

“I just got in like a few minutes ago from Manhattan..”

“So? You want me to be impressed by that, Parker?”

“Um, no-no sir. I had to drop my kid off with a babysitter, so it took me a few minutes to get here. You do have kids, don’t you sir?”

“Don’t sass me Parker!”

“I…I was—sorry. Would that be all, Jameson?”

“Yes Parker, that would be all. Next time i want photos of those vigilante and newcomers heroes that keep popping up, like those X-men! Young Avengers too! And other heroes at events!”

She handed him the pictures as he looked them over. He went on a discussion about other things as he did. Mia just nodded quietly listening to him talk and walked out, taking a breath wiping her eyes at Jameson’s rude tone and booming voice. Charlie asked if she was okay and needed a moment before heading back home. Mia nodded sitting at her desk and wiping her eyes grabbing a sip of water, something she understood what Liane and her friends said about Jameson’s attitude towards people can bruise people’s feelings.

But she liked her job, as she was able to take photographs and write articles. After a few moments she picked herself up from the chair and removed her remembering that she had her son to pick up, as she rushed out the building swinging onto the buildings as Ruby Webb. She can deal with her own problems later over dinner or whatever.

~~~

Elliot was sitting in a monster truck as Sandman made a bunch of sand based items for the kids. He was definitely Liane’s son asking for a specific thing, in this case sand toy looking truck.

“Uh, like this?” Sandman looked up at sandy monster truck.

“No!” Elliot sassed him with a big smile, “Make it more like a Hot Wheels toy! With big wheels and a cool door. And flames pictures on the door.”

“Uhhh..”

That’s when Mia swung in waving, “Hey there! I hope he wasn’t too much trouble for ya!”

She climbed over to the monster truck and picked him up, telling him it’s time to go.

Her son smiled, “He made a truck!”

“I can see that, baby! But he got a little lazy on the details huh?” She added.

~~~~

The rest of the day was spend going to the store for a quick shopping trip, buying McDonald’s and playing at the park together. Then Mia swung them home, texting Liane about the grocery she bought, as they unpacked the groceries together.

A couple of hours later, Liane walked in removing her jacket and heels calling out to the house that she’s back home. She smiled seeing the two of them back on the couch once again, right where she left them earlier that morning.

“Aside from the obvious grocery store trip, did you guys get off the couch today?” Liane asked joining them on the couch, guessing there must’ve been something else they did today.

“Only to use the bathroom and wash dirty laundry we had in the hamper.” Mia responded looking up from the iPad.

Of course Elliot answered with a smile, “That’s no true, Mama! We played at the park too and a lot of other stuff. We just sat down to watch Sleeping Beauty and Tangled.”

Liane grinned at the mention of her favorite movies, “Now that’s more like it! Make room for me.”

The three of them sat down cuddling on the couch to watch Sleeping Beauty tonight. Elliot cuddled on his Mama’s lap as Liane rested her head on Mia’s shoulder. She glanced at the brunette for a second, “You okay?”

“Yeah i’m fine..” She added softly, brushing it off.

“Mia.”

“What? I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine. I don’t want to call Petra or anyone to know what happened. I’ll find out later after dinner right?”

“Um..yeah. Uh huh. I’ll tell you later.”

“Okay. Oh! Work was good, we got a pretty decent deal on new equipment and the dress we started for Luna is beautiful.”

The brunette smiled at the blonde’s expression and how she explained how her day went. Usually it was the brunette who was listening to her issues and coming up with a smooth form of comfort. The blonde knew something was up but she knew she will find out eventually, so it was better that she leave it alone until later.

Life for them was never always sunshine and rainbows, was it? But they try their best to handle it.

Now just enjoy the movie.

~~~

AHH THATS ALL FOLKS! THANK YOU FOR READING 📖

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[mrsbsmooth]

Okay so idk if it’s just me being tired as fuck (#newborn life) but I’m trying to wrap my head around all the different theories and I keep getting confused.

So here are the main theories, with their evidence. Note that this contains spoilers.

1. What we know (spoilers):

We know that both Ivy and Flo are coming (back) to the villa.

There is a postcard which seems to show Ozzy with his arm around Flo.

There is a postcard which seems to show Elliot looking at some girl naked in the shower.

Assets exist in which we can pie our original LI “hard” or pie them “soft” for snog/marry/pie.

2. What we don’t know:

If anyone will be ALLOWED to stay single. They're allowed on the show and we were allowed in season 2, but we weren't last season. Bella/Chloe also made a point of saying "twisting might be the safer option".

Whether or not MC (or Marshall) will appear in the postcards

Which TWO of the below THREE options will be true.

Side note: Fusebox have recently cracked down on spoilers so a lot of them have been taken down from tumblr. I don’t have copies so please don’t ask for them, this is just what I can remember.

Theory #1: Elliot twists.

Likelihood: Almost 100%

Points to support:

Bella/Chloe said he was sad, but that he was still going to pursue finding a connection.

… he’s staring at a girl’s tits in the shower. Yeah, I know he didn’t have his glasses on, but that’s no excuse. He didn’t stumble blindly into the bathroom with earplugs in, he KNOWS he’s in the bathroom and the shower’s running.

He is, for all intents and purposes, single. There is absolutely no benefit to him “staying loyal” because MC has ‘gone home’. He’s been handed a golden ticket to crack on in casa because he might be the first islander ever to go in single.

Points against: 4. If MC appears in the boys’ Casa postcards, he might not switch.

Theory #2: Original LI Twists

Likelihood: 50/50 with #3

Points to support:

Snog/Marry/Pie asset gives 'pie hard' or 'pie soft', implying they might've done something that would deserve being pied hard.

There’s already significant drama with Ozzy/Marshall, so they may try and balance that out by having Ozzy be single and our OG LI be the one that twists. (Although this could also work the other way, see point 4)

There are a wider cohort of people who would be impacted if the OG LI was the one to twist- not everyone is on an Ozzy route. So in terms of ‘bang for your buck’, it’s more likely.

Points against:

4. FB seem to be leaning towards making Ozzy the default LI, which means most of the drama will be centred around him. They may give us a loyal Day One (/Roberto) as an alternative to that.

5. Bella/Chloe tells us that our Day one (YES AND ROBERTO) was proper devastated and didn’t really know what to do.

Theory #3: Ozzy twists

Likelihood: 50/50 with #2

Points in support:

He’s pictured in the postcards with Flo.

Marshall has told us that Ozzy is untrustworthy and will “move on to the next pretty girl he sees”

Andy told us Ozzy isn’t physically attracted to Grace. Ozzy also thinks we have gone home. With these two points under consideration, why would he stick?

Points against:

4. Marshall seems shady. If he’s actually the ‘evil’ twin (lol), he could definitely just be trying to get into our head, perhaps to steal his brothers girl.

5. Ozzy did not have a 'pie hard' or 'pie soft' option - implying he might not have done anything wrong to deserve it...

What are your guys’ thoughts? Personally with all this I’m leaning towards #1 & #3 but idk.

[madame-fear]

I’m convinced that Luke is going to show up as some kind of ghost to Aemond at least once (but preferably more so we can see him). But only Aemond can see him and that plus guilt slowly drives him mad as the season progresses. Like can you imagine Luke just randomly showing up for the first time in a scene, just standing off to the side, staring Aemond down hard, and then there’s Aemond frozen in place just wide eyed watching Luke back, and his family keeps looking in the direction he is but sees nothing, they are all so confused like “Aemond what’s the matter?” And Aemond just has to be like “…….nothing” and then Luke starts smirking because he’s just like that. I mean can you imagine how amazing and impactful that would be?! Cue Aemond sitting in a counsel meeting and suddenly Luke appears in the chair right next to him, props his feet up on the table, sarcastically nodding along to whatever Aemond says and Aemonds gotta pretend like everything’s fine when it’s not. Maybe, farther along in his madness, Aemond whips his sword out and tries to slash ghost Luke but it just goes right through him and Luke just laughs. Like the possibilities are endless. Ghost Luke I’m calling it now!

Sending it out into the void now, may it manifest and bring us all our dear Luke even for a moment.

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

This is EXACTLY what I was previously talking with a beloved mutual! Ghost Luke eventually showing up to grimly torment Aemond, or perhaps Rhaenyra going batshit crazy and just seeing Lucerys everywhere. I mean, could you guys imagine how cool would that be?! And iirc, Elliot during this year’s comic-con kind of hinted that Lucerys would show up for S2 somehow but Harry quickly shutted him up. ISTG I READ THAT SOMEWHERE, I KNOW I DIDN’T DREAM IT

And honestly if this actually happens and Ghost Luke appears often (or either as a flashback, hallucination, whatever - you name it) I want you all to picture me shouting, rolling on the bed, gnawing at my walls, gripping my sheets, biting someone, crying, screaming, throwing up, and giggling. PLEASE. and I know he would bE SOOOO COCKY AGH

There would be SO MANY opportunities for Ghost!Luke to show up, and I feel hopeful that we will have more of him. And now if you excuse me, I will be on my way to writing for Ghost!Luke x Reader. *ehem*

[always-together]

A Starter for @oddlies ‘s Elliot!!

Garnet wasn’t sure why Steven seemed to incessantly want a book with more pictures than words in it so much, although she had a feeling that that was inherently more entertaining at his young age than any other piece of literature. Greg was happy to tell them that such things were called “comic books”, and that there was a fine place down the boardwalk that sold them, but didn’t really offer any suggestions on which one to get. He hadn’t been a “comic book kid” himself, either.

But those instructions were good enough for the fusion. Small amount of human money in hand, she ducked through the doorway of the aforementioned comic book establishment. Surprisingly, as she took glances at the covers of each of these books, she saw figures that looked like they were doing roughly what she and the other Crystal Gems had done: Fought valiantly against evil and oppression. Maybe these books wouldn’t be as much of a bad influence as Pearl was worrying.

Eventually, she had made her way up to the counter. This was more than a little awkward, being several feet taller than the desk and the person behind it, but the best thing to do was to say as little as possible and get it over with, right? She put her hands on the desk and spoke.

“…Excuse me. I’m looking for…” She had to mentally search for a moment. “…A comic book, yes. Do you have anything that would be child friendly?”

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Friend groups dynamic for the glee/hsmtmts + Aurora crew?

who’s the mom friend?: Aurora & Colton

who gives the best hugs?: Colton

who’s the one they are most protective over, that the group would collectively fuck you up for hurting?: probably Jeremy?

who rides in the cart at the grocery store? and who’s pushing the cart around for them?: this is giving big Jeremy & Brax energy? they take turns pushing each other, also Kendall?

who steals all the french fries from the others’ plate?: Jeremy & Faith do it the most but also Brax & Kendall

who goes to the counter to say “excuse me, they asked for no pickles”?: Colton and Faith

who are most likely to team up against the others in a prank war? and who would win the prank war?: Jeremy & Faith versus everyone else? Aurora stays out of it but could absolutely win, otherwise Jeremy & Faith usually win

movie night! who picks the movie and what kind of movie it is? how much protest do the others put up? who falls asleep halfway through?: They have a rotation for choosing but most of the time it's musicals or DCOMs or disney classics? I can see Brax and Jeremy falling asleep but mumbling along to the songs

food fight! who started it? how did everyone else get involved? how does it end?: Aro starts it but frames Jeremy, Faith & Brax & Mona & Jaci & Kendall get involved, it ends when Colton pulls out the mom voice and threatens no cookies?

who’s the one who falls asleep in impossible places? who trips over them when going for a glass of water at night? who gently drapes a blanket over them?: Jeremy falls asleep in impossible places, Jaci and Mona trip over him, Colton gets him blankets?

who patches up injuries and scolds the others for being reckless?: Colton, Faith, and Aurora for sure?

who jokes around, making a fool of themselves just to make the others feel better in a tight situation?: Jeremy this is his core personality

who tells the best ghost stories? who pretends they aren’t scared at all? who is so scared that they can’t sleep that night?: Cece tells the best ghost stories, Mona (based on hsmtmts) is super scared of them but can't pretend she isn't, Jeremy pretends he's not scared but definitely is and so does Elliot?

who drives the others home when they are drunk? who annoys them by singing loudly (and badly) in the car?: Faith and Colton are the usual DDs (colton never gets drunk around the kiddos), Jeremy doesn't drink often but would absolutely sing, so would Aro and Mona and Kendall?

who do they all follow? even if they lead them into something stupid? or something dangerous?: Colton for sure

who gives the best advice?: Colton, Aurora, and Faith

who does everyone turn to with their secrets?: Colton

who insists on taking group photos everywhere they go? who looks the most awkward on them? who makes silly faces on every single one?: Aurora and Faith and Colton take the most pictures, Jeremy makes silly faces, I'm not sure who looks awkward?

who’s job is it to distract someone from the group while the others prepare a surprise party?: Kendall

game night! who are most likely to get aggressively competitive and who tries to keep peace between them?: Faith & Jeremy get aggressively competitive but only with each other and no one tries to interfere, otherwise Aro and Mona and Jaci are very competitive and Brax and Elliot try to keep peace?

when cooking together, who actually knows the recipe? who just keeps making it up on the go? who sits on the counter and tries to look helpful?: Colton, Faith, and Aurora know the recipes, Brax and Cece make it up (cece is probably more successful), and Jeremy sits on the counter because he's not trusted to cook?

who doesn’t know you can’t put foil in the microwave? who knows, but doesn’t tell them? who comes home to a kitchen in ruins and yells at the others?: Brax and Jeremy don't know you can't, Aro and Mona know but don't tell them, Colton comes in, sees the kitchen, and walks out, Faith yells at them

roadtrip! who drives and who calls shotgun? who’s the backseat driver who complains all the time? who blasts annoying music? and who falls asleep 17 minutes after getting in the car?: Colton and Aurora take turns driving (trauma healing road trips are canonically Aurora's signature) and alternate shotgun, Cece, Mona, and Aro are backseat drivers, Elliot blasts the Cats soudtrack, and Jeremy falls asleep on Faith's shoulder

who says “i told you so” to the others most often?: Faith to Jeremy

who can make the others laugh the most easily? who has the most infectious laughter?: Jeremy for both, I think!

who would make flower crowns for the rest of the group?: Brax

oh no, someone got kidnapped, time to plan a rescue mission! who presents the plan drawn in the dirt with a stick? who acts as distraction in this plan? who’s the lookout?: Aurora makes the plan, Colton draws in the dirt, Faith is the lookout, Kendall and Brax are the distraction, Jeremy was definitely kidnapped

who takes first watch when they need to stand guard for the night?: Aurora would just stay guard all night because she never sleeps

who gets nightmares? who comforts them?: Aurora gets nightmares but hides them from everyone, Colton is probably the only one who can get away with comforting her

the group watches a play or movie based on their adventures. who hates it? who laughs at the others’ portrayals? who tries to go backstage and try to fix the production? who actually enjoys it?: honestly I feel like this group is chaotic enough that they're all just laughing at each other?

[oysterockfella]

 Keys to Heaven (St. Peter save me)

I didn’t update after meeting Pete because I was in a frenzy. It was great. All my fears were for nothing yet they still continue to linger. I froze up when I was there because to be that close to someone who has saved you and doesn’t even know it is heartstopping stuff. Well Pete says you save yourself, they’re just the fuel to keep going. But if they hadn’t released mania the day that they did I wouldn’t be here to be meeting them at all. But maybe I didn’t wanna die at all, maybe just listening to mania instead of ending it was just an excuse to keep living. Anyways it was great I just kept staring and he asked if I wanted a picture, and over all he’s just super nice. I’m kind of sad now that I didn’t wear any merch because I didn’t want to turn the attention away from the comic. I’m also sad at how awkward I am and How my mind works because I had so much to say but nothing came out. Maybe he thinks I’m weird, maybe he doesn’t think about it all, they met so many people to think that I’m someone he’d remember is conceited I guess. I read the comic by the way it’s really cute. At least as a former dramatic teen. The main character is really into Elliot Smith and I think that it’s really cute because that’s how I am about him. They also have a pretty good playlist going on. Well other than meeting Pete I’ve been really out of my comfort zone and pushing for myself to be more social and I’m doing this all off my medications. I never knew I didn’t need them. Well like I do feel like my life is more put together when I take them and I’ve been feeling a bit out of it. Like this universe isn’t real, and there’s really no purpose to anything but I mean I’ve been alright so it’s not that big of a deal. I got a tattoo yesterday and it’s in a place where if I’m not careful my mom might see it, and I thought about how she thinks I’m going to hell. Not just because of the tat2 but because of my ‘rebelion’ against God. Getting high and and doing things deemed as sin really get me thinking of how I’m going to die and there is nothing I can do to stop it. Not like I want to live forever, but the idea that everything just ceases to exist is incomprehensible. That’s why I want to believe in God so much, and maybe to some extent I do. But I don’t like the idea that he has to dictate what you do while living. Maybe I believe in God but I also believe he hates me. And just like with everyone else I’m not good enough for him. I’ve had this fight countless times with myself and countless times with my mom trying to debunk His existence. I think she finally gave up on me after years of this back and fourth. It still leaves in imprint on the way I live life though, I do think about how I can never truly stand for what I believe in. I don’t believe in God, but somehow I’m still agnostic, somehow I still believe I deserve to suffer for enjoying life. I want to believe in a just and fair God. I want to believe I’m not a bad person and I’m still set for heaven, but with everything I’ve done I know the gates are closed. And circling this all back to Pete in his book Gray he says, “I wonder if killing yourself is the only thing you can control in your entire life, and that's why it's a sin. Because you're beating God at his own game.” And I think that’s why I just don’t end it, I always look for alternative slower ways that I know lessen my time. It’s not like I’m really killing myself, nobody will look at it that way they’ll just think I went a little to far with my vices.

[wiretchings]

memory log #83

tuesday, february 11th, 2025 --12:53 a.m. 

we had a big dinner tonight, sherry came over to catch up and finally cook for my roommates. i still needed to know the juicy details about her trip to ireland and she needed to know what the fuck led to elliot staying with me, now with one less eye. 

(the optometrist we saw earlier this week said that, unfortunately, it’s unlikely that elliot will recover his eyesight in his left eye. we’re considering surgery to have it removed and replaced with a glass or silicone eye after he’s done with this round of antibiotics. it’s been difficult for him, as someone who’s always prided himself on staying completely intact despite his utter recklessness. i reassured him that he is no less whole this way.)

sherry made us trinidadian curry chicken and sawine as a dessert. it was divine, exactly the kind of food that would soothe my frayed nerves. she told us about the lush countryside of ireland and the shenanigans she got up to with her girlfriend, ciara. the pictures we saw of them were ones that you would show your kids someday when you tell them about the story of how you fell in love. sherry, leaning over ciara in her wheelchair, kissing in front of breath-taking greenery and architecture. the both of them in a cafe, laughing as hard as i’ve ever seen two people laugh, their foreheads meeting in an embrace. 

elliot slipped his fingers through mine under the table as we swiped through the pictures, giving me a look that said, “we should do this once we don’t have the threat of violent murder looming over us.” i smiled and nudged him with my elbow.

i’ve regretfully begun warming up to elliot more over the past few days. he comes up to me and puts flowers in my hair after he’s been out of the house, washes and folds our laundry in size order, kisses me on my brow every morning, feeds felix and takes him on walks while i’m working at the bar. at the end of my shifts, he picks me up and we walk home, talk about our days. it’s very obvious that he’s trying hard, and i’m trying to reciprocate as naturally as my heart and mind allow. 

it’s still hard though, when i wake up in the middle of the night and have a panic attack because he isn’t in bed. then he comes back from the bathroom and has to hold me until my heart rate goes back to normal. sometimes i come up behind him to tap on his shoulder and he jumps, excuses himself to the bathroom and comes back with puffy eyes. i don’t say anything, clearly he isn’t ready to talk about it yet. instead, i put on a show we like or make felix dance on his lap until he hisses and scurries away into our room, hold his hand, play with his hair. we text each other when we get to our destination, when we’re on our way home, sometimes we call each other, trying to hide the panic in our voices when the other has been gone for a while. 

we’re both trying to get back to a normal pace, while our bodies process the trauma we’ve been through in the past few weeks. i don’t know how long it’ll take or what’s to come, but it feels better to know elliot is always in my reach. 

i don’t know how i ever thought i was going to let him go once he was in my sight again. 

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Hihi I just read the request I made and I loved it 💕 I was wondering if I could request another one with Elliot but with Prompts 13, 16 and 17? I need full angst with happy ending pls :)) I’m so happy since I rarely see any new Elliot fics ☺️ thanks for having a whole euphoria theme night

I've got you honey, sorry this is a day late, I just got really tired last night❤️ I hope you enjoy!! Send me Elliot requests anytime you'd like!

There have only been a few times where I really wondered if Elliot and I would actually be together and if our relationship was the best for either of us. I wondered, with his past with addiction, and with the people he's surrounding himself with, if our relationship would flourish in the environment he's brought me into.

The first time I wondered if Jules and Rue would be a problem was on my birthday, last year, right after Elliot and I started seeing each other.

"No guys, I promise- she's super chill and totally dope." I can hear Elliot in the other room, talking to the two girls as they grill him about me, his 'mysterious new girlfriend'. I know that they've been friends for a while now, creating a sort of three musketeers group dynamic. But I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't nervous to meet the other women in his life. But if he keeps talking about me like that, maybe it'll ease the tension a bit and calm a bit of my anxiety.

"I saw a picture of her on instagram- did a little digging." Jules sighs and I can hear the sassy grin in her voice. "She's got nice tits but she kind of looks like an airhead."

Ouch.

I curse to myself, looking down the flight of stairs and contemplating just leaving as I lower my hand from Elliot's door, all of a sudden feeling completely and utterly embarrassed and self conscious.

I ended up yelling at him later, asking him how he could let them say that about me and not stand up for me but his argument was that he was too shocked to hear her say something like that and he laughed out of pure awkwardness.

We had come to the agreement that she was definitely jealous and harboring some sort of weird crush towards Elliot, even though she was in a 'committed' relationship with Rue.

Poor girl.

The second time I knew that Jules would be a problem, not so much Rue, was when I walked in on the two of them smoking, laying beside each other on his bed with dopey smiles after he had told me that he was going to be busy all day.

"I thought you said you were busy?" I ask, stopping in the threshold of the door as Elliot looks down at me with wide, nervous eyes, but Jules just looks proud, a sly smirk spreading across her lips as she takes another hit off the joint.

"Yeah, he is." She giggles, reaching out to whack the back of Elliot's head but he just looks like he's seen a ghost, lips parted in quiet shock.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to hang out and chill and not go anywhere." I scoff at his sorry excuse, my shoulders dropping in disappointment and a pained laugh leaves me.

"You're just an asshole, Elliot." I whimper, brushing away my tears before they can fall to far. "You've always pushed people away. I just never thought you'd do it to me." He stands, his eyes riddled with a fearful expression as he ignores Jules' giggles and reaches desperately out to me. "How many times am I supposed to forgive you?"

He promised me that he just felt overwhelmed and that he wasn't ready for the relationship that we were developing so we decided to take a step back and take a break.

And it helped, it did. It helped him realize how much he wants to be with and I'm just happy that something made him realize how much he needs me.

Along with his realization that he's madly in love with me, he also realized that Jules and Rue were maybe not the best of friends and, the time that he was spending with them, he could be spending with me instead.

From there, our relationship improved.

Aka, the problem was definitely him. -o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o- Taglist: @bubblebuttwade @rafelover2405 @leslienjazzy @sorceresss @grxnde-dwt @alex–awesome–22 @bunnietoof @niyamar1e @serialghost @plantlungs @geniusohn @akaliltimmytim @lilaalouuxx @xshariex @elliotsbeigeguitar @elle4404 @lelieja @srhxpci @joselyn001 @taysirene @spinkspanther @thedivineuphoria @peter-maximoffs @tsukishimawhore @poohkie90 @szlaco @distantsighs @nstyles4299 @wolflover384 @givemefoodandlovesstuff @vane28282 @yeswhatever33 @amirrahfranson @vvaalleennttiinna @f-mu @yaspillz @jeyramarie @skylievin@abbybarnes17 @jointherebellion215 @visiondaddy @steezysimfinds @its-ya-gay-boi-luigi @crunchytoenailsyum@glizzymcguirex @beth123lg @melovesmut @rafecameronswhore @ariianelle @write-from-the heart @vampviolets@haylee-e @honee-chai-tea @lokiandbuckywife

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[luvfae]

LITTLE STAR

PART TWO

summary: elliot's been watching you for a while, but he never dared to approach you. you were a good girl at heart and he didn’t think you'd want anything to do with him. all of that changes one friday night at a party, when both of your worlds collide.

fandom: euphoria

parings: elliot x f reader

warnings: swearing

little star masterlist

You spent the entire weekend thinking about your Friday night, thinking about the potential danger you could of gotten yourself into. You were lucky that Elliot was actually a nice guy and you spent hours with your thumb hovering over the send button on your Instagram DM's, contemplating sending him a thank you message or not. I mean, he had only done the bare minimum by not assaulting you, but if you were honest, you wanted an excuse to talk to him again.

He was sweet and you had really enjoyed the time you spend with him on Friday night, even though you were drunk. You sighed, clicking out of the DM and onto his profile, scrolling through a few of his pictures. Smiling at a post he had made with him and Rue. You paused, looking at yourself in the mirror.

"Fuck it," you muttered, clicking back into his DM, sending the message you had typed out almost two hours ago now. You immediately cringed, biting your nails, thinking that maybe it was a bad idea to message him. But the damage had already been done, he had seen the message.

Elliot was strumming away on his guitar when his phone buzzed. He picked it up, a smile making its way to his face when he saw it was you who had messaged him.

'Hey Elliot, just wanted to say thanks for looking after me and getting me home safe on Friday.'

He quickly began typing out his reply and shortly after your phone buzzed.

'No need to thank me. See you tomorrow,’ was his reply, you smiled down at the message before turning your phone off. You were glad that you had gone through with sending him a DM.

-

Monday rolled around, you woke up, got dressed and headed to school. You always went to your locker of a morning, grabbing out the books you would need. You closed your locker, heading down the corridor, making your way to your first class as the bell rang.

Elliot was leaning against the lockers, talking with Rue and Jules as you walked past. He made eye contact with you and you smiled, giving him a small wave. He waved back, his smile matching yours, not tearing his eyes off of you as you walked down the hall and disappeared into your classroom.

Jules laughed and he snapped out of his trance, looking back at her. "You like her," Jules smiled.

"What?" Elliot said, eyebrows knitted together.

"You like, Y/N," Jules said.

"Why would he like, Y/N? They don't even talk," Rue said, confused.

"Friday night says differently," Jules smiled. Rue raised her eyebrows, looking at Elliot.

"What happened Friday night?" Rue asked. Elliot shook his head. "Don't tell me you fucked her, Elliot. How can you corrupt someone so innocent?" Rue said, a frown on her face. You and Rue used to be good friends, until she got into hard drugs and pushed you and Lexi away.

"I didn't fuck her," Elliot scoffed. "Just looked out for her on Friday. Didn't want some freak to get ahold of her drunk ass," Elliot shrugged.

"That's actually really nice," Rue nodded, holding her fist up. Elliot connected his fist with hers, fist bumping. "Word," she said.

You sat down next to Lexi, opening your notebook and grabbing a pen out of your pencil case getting ready to take notes. Elliot walked in through the door, taking a seat behind you, like he usually did in your English class.

Normally it didn't effect you, you didn't even pay it any mind that he was behind you, but today you couldn't stop thinking about it. About how close he was to you, memories of you and him dancing on Friday night flashing before your eyes. You wanted to turn around and look at him, but you knew better than to embarrass yourself like that.

"How was Fez?" You asked Lexi.

She smiled, nodding at you. "Good, we hung out like all weekend," Lexi said.

You grinned. "Do you have a crush on a drug dealer, Lex?" You asked.

"No, shh, keep your voice down," Lexi said, eyebrows knitting together, looking around the room to see if anyone heard you. You laughed at her. "I don't have a crush," she whispered.

You rolled your eyes, nudging her. "Liar," you said. Lexi shook her head, turning to the front as the teacher entered the room. The teacher droned on and you jotted down a few notes, but your mind was elsewhere. Wondering if Elliot was looking at you, you were so curious to the point it almost hurt.

The bell rang and you were quick to pack up your things, hurrying over to the door and out of the room, walking with Lexi to your next class, but Elliot didn't leave your mind for the entire day and you started to wonder if maybe you had a crush.

-

School finally finished and you started to make your way home, heavy rain settling in for the afternoon. You looked at the nasty weather before you, searching around for Lexi, hoping she was still around so she could drive you home, but you couldn't see her car. You sighed, walking down the stairs, the cold rain hitting your skin.

"You want a ride?" Elliot said, appearing next to you. You nodded furiously, following him over to his car.

"Thank you," you said, hugging yourself. You were freezing from the rain and thankful when he turned the heater on for you.

"Don't mention it," he smiled, pulling onto the road, soft music playing in the background. You pulled your phone from your pocket, noticing you had a text from your mom.

'Hey honey, working late. Don't know when i'll be home,’ the text read, you groaned, searching frantically through your bag hoping that you packed your key. You never needed your house key because your mother always finished pretty early. Your father didn't get home till late.

"Fuck," you muttered. Elliot looked over at you. You dropped your bag on the ground, shoving your phone into your pocket.

"What's up?" He asked.

"Forgot my house key," you sighed, smiling awkwardly. "It's fine, i'll just wait for my mom to get home and let me in," you shrugged.

"You can come back to mine, i'll drop you off when you're mom gets home," Elliot said.

You looked over at him. "Are you sure? Your parents won't be mad at you? I don't want to be a nuisance or anything," you said.

"I don't live with my parents," Elliot said, clearing his throat. "I live with my cousin, she's at work until 9, not that she'd care if you were at my house," he said.

"I mean, only if you're sure, i'm fine to wait outside of my house," you said.

"Nah. Wouldn't want a pretty girl like you to catch a cold," Elliot smiled. Your skin heated up, looking away from him, biting back a smile as he drove towards his house.

You arrived shortly after and he let you in, leading you up to his bedroom. "You all good? Want a drink? Something to eat?" He asked.

"I'm fine, thanks," you said, sitting down on his bed as he rolled a joint. You watched him with curious eyes as he began to smoke, walking over to his bed and laying down next to you.

"Hit?" He asked, holding the joint out for you.

"I'm good," you said, shaking your head. "Thanks anyway."

You awkwardly sat on his bed, hugging yourself while he laid down, the smell of weed filling your nostrils.

"I don't bite you know," Elliot snickered from behind you. You hummed, glancing over your shoulder at him. "You can lay down, don't have to sit there being all awkward and shit," he said, grabbing your arm and pulling you down next to him. "I haven't stopped thinking about you all weekend," he admitted.

You stared at him, nerves and excitement running through your bloodstream at his words. "Really? Why?" You asked with a smile.

"You're just different," he shrugged, taking a hit of his joint. "Truth or dare?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, turning on your side to look at him. "Truth," you replied.

"Have I been on your mind too?" He asked. "And you can't lie, the consequences will be severe if you get caught lying."

You laughed. "Yeah, you have a little," you smiled. "I've just never had a guy like, care about my well-being or anything, if that even makes sense," you said.

"You're serious?" He asked and you nodded. "Why the fuck not? You're cute as fuck."

"That's the first time a guy has called me cute," you smiled, your cheeks heating up at his words.

"Okay, you're playing with me," Elliot said.

You laughed. "I'm not playing with you!" You exclaimed. "Your turn, truth or dare?" You asked.

He hummed, tapping on his chin. "Truth," he shrugged.

"Do you wanna kiss me?" You asked, innocent eyes staring at him.

He looked back at you, nodding. "Yeah," he said. You pursed your lips, hiding your smile. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," you said.

"I dare you to kiss me."

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