#with your gorgeous brown cow eyes ugh

[thisonesforthefandoms]

[baebaejooheon]

Corpse husband x cottagecore! Reader headcanon

Just a cottagecore esque thing where it’s readers birthday and they throw a big meet up/sleepover thing.

Fem reader just bc. Mentions wearing a dress/skirt

A/N: uhhh leave me alone Ik I have a series in the works that I haven’t written for in months. Leave me alone 😎 not edited pls it’s rlly not good , as well as written at 6 am. Based on a maladaptive daydream I had for like a week straight. I could turn this into a real fic if anyone wants it but like ahaha I can barely write once a year 😌🤚🏻 I will probably reread it and fix it later but as of now you get what you get. I literally just typed this on my phone with no sleep so like 🤗🤪

Originally posted by datchidatchi

A little background, Y/N lives in a medium sized cottage esque house. She has a small garden in her back yard, as well as a free roam fluffy brown cow named dellie, and a big chicken coop. As well as a duck that roams the property and a couple of other animals. As well as a huge flower field a little off the premises. (All of this is infact important.)

It’s Your 23rd birthday, and for this big occasion you decided to invite over all your friends, even those who live outside of the country, to your small home in the middle of nowhere. This would be the meetup that would break the internet.

Many people were invited. The typical among us group:Jack, Felix, Rae, Sykunno, Toast, Poki, and even Corpse who was given the option even tho the likelihood was low given the situation.

A few SMP friends you had made through association were also invited: Karl, Alex, Nick etc.

Many people, lots of fun.

The morning of your birthday, You awoke to many messages and posts for your birthday. Lots of bomb selfies on the feed as well as #HAPPYBDAYY/N trending on Twitter. Along with this, you were greeted with a few texts from your non American friends stating that they arrived safely or that they were checking into the hotel rooms they had booked for the weekend.

When the time came for the party, most of the people had managed to show up. The party was in full swing, everyone had a drink in hand, posting pictures, celebrating being together as well as it being your birthday.

Filling the trending tab on Twitter with so many hashtags

Around 10 pm you got a call from corpse and decided to head upstairs to get some peace and quiet from the loud music in your living room.

Answering the phone the conversation wasn’t anything special, corpse wishing you the fourth happy birthday for that day, as well as asking how everything was going. It was a normal conversation, that was, until his breath hitched and his voice started to quiver as he grew quiet, barely mumbling. Asking what was wrong, corpse went on a small tangent about how he wished he was more confident with his looks, how he wished it wasn’t scary showing his closest friends what he looked like etc. and how he wished he could be there at the party with everyone.

“Corpse I’ve told you 100 times. I understand your situation and it’s ok that you couldn’t show up. I don’t hold it against you, but I didn’t want you to feel left out :))”

“What would you say if I said I just pulled up in an Uber and I’m absolutely terrified of what’s gonna happen?”

Sneaking out of the back door as quickly as possible and running to the front lawn preparing herself. Corpse steps out of the car and You just jump in his arms. like full on koala grip on this man.

Holding his face and just showering him with compliments. Lots of reassurance and sweet nothings.

Heading to the back porch in order to allow him to calm down and prepare. The two end up sitting outside in the dark talking for like 30 minutes.

Finally working up the courage to head inside. You hold his hand the whole time and you see his hands start to shake.

Stepping into the living room, Jack noticing corpse was there, smiling but not saying anything after realizing he’s nervous. Meeting eveyone for the first time really being hard on him. No one else knowing what he looks like so no one really has a reaction

“Look who I found”

“Oh Y/N!! We were wondering where you ran off too. Who’s your friend?”

Corpse just hits them with a “uhh, hi 🤗”

Everyone freaking out as soon as they realize who it is and trying to talk to him.

Phones were put away for most of the night in fear of leaking anything.

You going the extra step to check everyone’s camera rolls (with consent of course) just incase and deleting any photo with any form of corpes face.

A group selfie with just corpse’s hand doing a peace sign

Many drunk escapades

Everyone finding a place to crash for the night. Some staying awake on their phones, some heading to hotels, some alresdy passed out for the night.

You check in on corpse before you head to bed, knowing today was a lot for him.

“Surprisingly? One of the best nights I’ve had in awhile :))”

Heading off to bed.

6 am rolls around and ms Y/N is up at the crack of dawn to do morning chores for the small farm.

Cute hobbit esque dress. Brown skirt, off the shoulder white flowy shirt tucked in, white frilly apron, brown corset belt Etc. you know the fit

Walking down the stairs, you see corpse on his phone in the dark sitting at her dining room table. Everyone was still asleep and it seemed like corpse hadn’t even slept a wink. You know, his insomnia and all.

“What are you doing awake? It’s only 6 am and you partied pretty hard last night?”

“Farm life doesn’t stop for a hangover, but I could ask you the same thing mister :) come on you can help me out”

Corpse is 100% not dressed to do anything outside, especially not any farm work.

Tells him to wait on the back porch while she gathers some stuff from the house. coming out with a messenger bag as well as a basket and a blanket.

Sets everything down and continues to feed the animals with corpse, asking him to grab the big bucket of feed. showing him the ropes, filling up everyone’s water dishes. Collecting eggs etc.

Corpse just watching you with a smile on his face. Your just talking to all your animals, yelling at fiesty hens for pecking at your legs and/or talking to Gerald the duck for getting in the way.

Corpse lowkey obsessed with dellie the cow. Pets her and coos for like 5 minutes straight.

When they finish the sun is barely rising everything still looks like a silhouette from far enough away. putting what needs to go inside away, and then grabbing the messenger bag off the porch.

Dragging corpse to the flower field just down the hill at the edge of the property.

Laying out the blanket and sitting just talking for hours.

You plays music from your phone through a small speaker, dancing around and twirling, lost in your own world.

Corpse’s Instagram story is just full of videos and pictures of you in the sunrise, small captions like happy birthweek to the most amazing person Ik. Or damn who knew farm girl had moves.

Literally 30+ story posts at 7 am.

Corpse takes a picture of you making a flower crown. Shadows cast across your skin, the small bit of sunrise light casting a soft golden glow. The field of flowers all around. Literally goddess worthy.

Fans going crazy reposting the pictures, spamming Twitter etc.

His camera roll is FULL of pictures of her.

Giving corpse A flower crown full of an array of wild flowers

Dancing together. Just twirling and laughing.

City boy corpse loving the farm life

Secretly of course

Relaxing and just sitting with eachother as it slowly reaches 10 am.

“Uh, thanks for this morning, I had a lot of fun.” A small sleepy smile on his face. The flower crown crooked on his messy curls as he just stares into your eyes.

You both end up leaning in for a kiss bumping noses as you gently pull away

Definitely the best birthday gift you could have asked for

Heading back inside to see how everyone’s doing.

Rae being one of the few awake asking where the two of you had been seeing it was already around noon

“Those of us awake took it upon ourselves to raid your kitchen sorry not sorry”

Corpse getting sleepy wanting to take a nap seeing as it was noon and he was running on little to no sleep.

You let him rest in your bed as you occupy everyone downstairs

Everyone leaving around 3 pm, corpse is still asleep so you go outside to check on all the animals once again.

Letting Gerald in the house bc he’s being a pain in the ass.

When you come into the house you see corpse coming down the stairs rubbing his eyes and streatching. His shirt twisted and raising slightly, the jewelry and chains he was wearing now gone.

Giving him a good “morning” kiss.

The day is filled with you cooking for him. Making fun of his foil troubles, watching movies, laughing and overall joking.

Spending the rest of the night cuddling together and making the most of the time you had together.

Making things between you official

✨Extra✨

When you post about eachother to tell the fans that the two of you have been dating for like 6 months the captions are wild.

Corpse is like “ugh look at my gorgeous girlfriend, so pretty, so nice and kind, the most amazing person ever” just full on simp. The pictures he uses are from the morning after your birthday.

Your picture is just you guys holding hands. His usual chains and jewelry. Caption just “eww a city boy 🤮, gotta take all the love I can get tho”

[dumbbenergy]

dolled up

“What’re you doing?”

You curse, barely managing to save the metal shears (glorified scissors, really) from falling onto the floor, an unfortunate fate that your phone had met just seconds before. You hurry to slip the shears back into your pocket, your startled gaze sliding over to the doorway. The second brown eyes meet stormy grey, you carefully school your expression, smoothing your brows and relaxing your posture.

Your wife is leaning against the wall, lean and wiry arms crossed over her chest. Her tanned and freckled face is covered in grime and sweat, her coarse brown hair pulled back from her forehead by a soft red bandana, the same one you’d gotten her for Christmas. You must have gotten distracted by the glow of her grey eyes, so much like the lightning that would burst through clouds during a thunderstorm, because suddenly your wife is leaning against the back of your chair, peering over your shoulder with a lazy smirk. You hate the way it makes your heart stumble into a somersault, how it morphs into a cartwheel as the smirk widens. It’s like you’re twenty again, working part-time at a bar you hate but adore because of the beautiful lady who’d sit in the stool in front of you every month, asking about your day and for your favourite flower.

The beautiful lady still does that, except in the comfort of their home.

“You doing a project for the kiddies or something?” Your wife asks. “You just came back. Why don’t you relax with me?”

“I’m relaxing plenty already,” you can’t help but quip. You’re a kindergarten teacher, and the kids, bless them, tend to run you ragged. Any time not spent at school, time spent in your room, is devoted to rest. “Besides, your version of relaxing is watching your cows frolic in the field. I’d rather stay inside." 

"Our cows,” your wife corrects with a huff. “You chose them.”

“And you raised them,” you counter. “I’m not going outside.”

She shrugs, her teasing smirk turning into an understanding smile. You’re thankful she isn’t offended. “Suit yourself.” She starts making her way back to the door, but stops and asks, “So what were you doing?”

You fiddle with the shears from inside your pocket. Smile at her. “I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

Your wife leaves with a disgruntled sigh, but does not push. When you’re certain she’s turned the corner and is padding down the stairs, you raise the scissors again, widening and narrowing the space between your thumb and index finger. Snapping fills the air.

A minute later, you finally pick up your phone from the floor, thanking the stars for the miraculous lack of cracks. You play the video from where it’s paused.

You stay seated for the next couple hours.

The next afternoon, your wife smiles up at you as she finishes piling the last batch of hay in the barn. She wipes sweat from her brow, leaving a trail of dirt behind that makes you want to drag her to the showers and scrub her down yourself. “Thought you didn’t want to go outside.”

“I said I’d tell you today,” you say. “Unless you don’t wanna listen?”

She chuckles, low and gravelly, and throws her pitchfork onto the hay, unconcerned as it sinks and quite literally becomes a needle in the haystack. Albeit, a rather large needle. “Darling. Sweetheart. Light of my life and heart of my soul, I could listen to you talk for days.”

Your heart is somersaulting again, the blunt end of the blades digging into your palm. “Shut up,” you say, and if your voice comes out a bit high, your wife doesn’t point it out. “Just. Go find a stool and sit down, yeah?”

“You doing a show or something?”

You stare. “Go sit down.”

Your wife complies. The stool she drags out is old and rotting, reeking of what may or may not be urine. You count to ten, and remind yourself that you married a farmer. You signed up for this.

“I’m sitting. Whatcha got for me?”

When you pull out the scissors from the satchel you brought, your wife’s playful gaze goes wary in an instant. 

“Hey,” she says, slowly, “I know I pissed you off ‘cause I forgot to take the cookies out of the oven the other day, but you don’t gotta resort to violence. We can talk first, yeah?”

You roll your eyes as you step forward, handing your wife the shears, who takes it with tentative fingers. Odd, since she’s usually so confident. Does she really think you’re that pissed about the cookies? “I’m gonna give you a haircut, dummy,” you say, pulling out the black cape you’d bought earlier in the week from your bag. You start unrolling it. 

“Uh, okay?” She’s eyeing the cape as though you plan to hide her body in it. “What’s the occasion?”

You smile beatifically. You start wrapping the cape around your wife, tightening the strings at the nape of her neck. From the way you’re leaning over, your cheek is pressed to the side of her head, nose nearly buried into her hair. It reeks of outside. Of fleas and manure. “You haven’t cut your hair since our wedding.”

“So what?”

“That was almost a year ago.”

“Ah. Well.” Your wife has the gall to duck her head, sheepish. “This for our anniversary then?”

“Sort of,” you admit, moving to stand behind the stool. You tug the red bandana away, safely storing it in your pocket, and watch as a cascade of unruly brown hair fall onto the cape like a waterfall. You pull out a comb and start to work your way through the tangles. “Remember our first date?”

Your wife groans. “Ugh, don’t remind me.”

You continue, unphased. “You were going to take me out to a fancy dinner, but we couldn’t get in because you forgot to make reservations. We spent the evening moping at the bar--”

“--oh my God.”

“--and I stayed sober ‘cause I was driving, but you got drunk, and you kept babbling about how hot I was--

“--least I was honest--”

“--but by the end of the night you kept swearing that you would take me to a real nice restaurant when we were both financially stable and all.“ You take a deep breath. “And you did. For our first year anniversary, back when we were dating. But we’re married now, and I thought it would be nice to make an homage to all that and, y’know, take you out instead.”

“You made reservations?” Your wife’s voice is considerably softer.

You nod. “Two weeks from now, and I was thinking, ‘well, we’re gonna dress up real nice, might as well do something else for you.’ So then I considered, uh, maybe I could cut your hair? Help you prepare for the evening?” You clear your throat. The comb snags for what seems like the tenth time. “If it’s stupid, just tell me.”

“Stupid?” Your wife’s voice is high and incredulous. You can imagine how her crooked nose would crinkle, and how her brows would furrow in dismay. You want to kiss them. “This ain’t stupid, it’s cute as shit.”

You crack a tiny smile. “So you’re down?” 

Instead of articulating a proper response, heavily calloused fingers peek out from under the cape, practically thrusting the metal handles of the scissors into your hands. You’re surprised she didn’t accidentally jab you with it, with how fast she’d moved.

“Hurry up,” your wife says. “Gotta be dolled up for my partner, yeah?”

Your heart leaps to your throat. You remember the aisle. The long white gown, the skirt sewn from lace and silk. Freshly cut and styled hair pooling onto an exposed freckled shoulder, smelling faintly of lavender. Her brown eyes wide from appraisal as they slide over your matching ensemble. The shy smile that would quickly morph into a haughty smirk. The blood from under your skin simmering and rising all the way up to your cheeks.

The words at the altar, upon seeing your dumbfounded awe:

“Had to be dolled up for my partner, yeah?”

You swallow thickly. “Gorgeous,” you say, remembering your own words from that day. “You’re gorgeous.”

Recognition strikes like lightning across your wife’s eyes. She smiles widely at you, and reaches up to cup your cheek. You can feel the dirt from beneath her nails, but Lord help you, for you couldn’t care less. 

“Even when I’m covered in sweat and grime?” She asks. “When my hair looks like this?”

“Even then,” you say. A long pause. “But you’re still getting a haircut.”

She snorts, loud and obnoxious against the grumbling of the horses in the barn, hidden in their stalls. The comb is still stuck in her hair, and you think you’ve spotted a few strands of hay amidst the sea of brown.

In all the six years you’ve been together, you’ve never been more in love.

[everysongineverykey]

how boy i just wrote the longest solinh fanfic i have ever written

Sophie flopped down on her living room couch and willed herself to think. The Foxfire Winter Ball was coming up in three weeks, and she needed a date. Obviously she could just ask Keefe or Dex or Fitz and save any embarrassing questions. The only problem was that they were just her friends. If she asked them, they’d think she liked them. Keefe, especially, would never let her hear the end of it. She sighed in frustration. There was no other option except not going, in which case she would likely be teased by Stina even more relentlessly.

Of course, there was always Linh…

No, Sophie thought, pushing the idea to the back of her mind. That’ll never work. The mere possibility that Linh might like her back was one in a thousand, and even then, the odds of Linh actually asking Sophie were even worse. But then again, she thought, I’ll never know unless I ask her. She concluded that the only way she would not end up feeling terrible about herself was if she did. She started to brainstorm ways to ask her when the door opened suddenly.

“Hey, Foster,” an enthusiastic Keefe said, appearing in the doorway. “Jolly Grey Giant here?”

“No, Keefe, Sandor is outside. And he wishes you’d stop calling him that, by the way.”

“Aw, he loves me. So, who’re you taking to the Winter Ball?” he asked, smirking. “Will it be Dimply Dex? Fantastic Fitz? Maybe even… Kissy Keefe?”

“How much time did you spend thinking of ‘Kissy Keefe’?”

“Wow. Salty much?” Keefe whistled. “Anyway, I don’t know who I’m bringing, but you’re the Mysterious Miss F! If you can fight terrorists, you can get a date for a little dance.”

“Well…” Sophie hesitated. “There is someone… but I’m just not sure…”

“I knew it! Who’ll it be, Foster? Which lucky guy has the honour of being your dream date?”

“Don’t get mad-or tell anyone-“

“You can trust me.” Keefe’s voice became gentle and serious.

“Well- I like Linh.”

Keefe’s eyes widened. “Yeah, I know you like her, but who do you want to take to the Ball?”

“Linh, Keefe. I told you. I like her.”

“...Oh.” Keefe looked confused. “Huh. I didn’t know you… swang that way.”

“Oh. Well. I do. Is that.. okay with you?”

“Well, yeah, of course, but… does anyone else know?”

“No.”

“Not even your parents.”

“No one.”

“That’s… problematic.”

“Why?” Sophie was apprehensive.

“I mean, shouldn’t they? If you’re going to ask Linh out-“

“I don’t know if I’m going to ask her out.”

“You don’t know? What do you mean, you don’t know? If you like someone, you ask them out. Simple as that. Come on, Foster, how are you so smart and still so dumb?”

“I’m sorry, okay? I wasn’t exactly the popular kid-“

“I know that. But you’ll miss your chance if you don’t ask her now. You need to grab the horns by the cow-“

“Grab the bull by the horns, Keefe.”

“Whatever. The point is, you’ve got to ask her. I’ll even help you. Meet me at your locker tomorrow when you get to school.”

Sophie sighed again. This was going to be the death of her.

When Sophie got to Foxfire the next day, Keefe, being a man of his word, was waiting there for her at her locker. He greeted her with a shake of the shoulders and slipped a bottle of green liquid out of his bag.

“This is clover juice. It’s a million four-leaf-clovers, all ground together. I bought it at Slurps and Burps. It’ll give you good luck. Just drink it all right before you ask her and she’s bound to say yes.”

“You want me to influence the opinions of my friend with a potion?”

“Geez, Foster, you make it sound so bad. Look, I promise it’ll be fine.”

Sophie thought for a moment, then said, “Okay, I guess.”

“Attagirl. You’ll do great. Just be yourself.” He smiled, clapped her on the back, and hurried off with Ro, presumably to ditch somewhere. Ro gave her an encouraging smile as they walked away.

That afternoon, Sophie could hardly hear the sounds of the students running through the bustling courtyard as she scanned the crowd for Linh. She took another look at the bottle in her hand and began to question herself. Was this really the right thing to do?

But her thoughts were interrupted by the sight of an impatient Linh, waiting for Tam at their crystal.

“Linh! Hi!” Sophie waved, pushing through the throng of people. “How was your day?” Ugh. ‘How was your day’? She couldn’t even think of anything original to say. How was she going to do this? Taking a deep breath, she started to unscrew the cap on the bottle, then, when she saw Linh smiling at her, decided against it and quickly shoved it into her bag.

“Hey, Sophie. What’s that bottle?”

“Oh, that? Oh, it’s nothing. Just a little… allergy tonic. Yeah.”

Linh eyed her suspiciously, but if she didn’t believe her, she gave no sign.

“So, um… there’s something I wanted to ask you.”

“Oh? What is it?”

This was it. The moment where Sophie would either get a girlfriend or end up with nothing but heartbreak. She took several deep breaths and said quickly, “HeyLinhdoyouwanttogototheBallwithme?”

Linh’s eyes widened. “...Sorry?”

“DoyouwanttogototheWinterBallwithme.”

Silence for a few moments. Sophie could practically feel the foundations of her world begin to crumble. And then:

“Yes.”

Sophie hadn’t been this speechless since Fitz had first told her she was an elf. “What?”

“Yes, Sophie. I want to go to the Ball with you.”

“You’re-you’re serious?”

“‘Of course I’m serious. You’re a really… awesome girl, Sophie. I’ve liked you for a while. I’d be stupid to say no to this.” She blushed furiously.

“Oh. I- um- great!”

“Yeah.”

“So, um… are you…” Sophie wasn’t sure if she should ask.

“What? Out?”

“Yeah. Because I’m not to anyone except Keefe.”

“Tam knows. I don’t really have anyone else to tell… besides, well, you guys.”

“Ahaha. I guess that’s true.”

“You made Keefe promise not to tell anyone, right?”

“Yeah. He said I could trust him.”

“Oh. I hope that’s a good-“

Linh was cut off by a squealing Biana.

“Guys! Guess who juuuust asked me to the Winter Ball??”

“Who just asked you to the Winter Ball, Biana?” asked Sophie patiently. When Biana was excited, it could take a while for her to get to the point, but this seemed to be the rare exception.

“Tam! Your brother! We’re going to have such a great-“

“Okay, Biana, I like you too, but it’s really not that big a deal.” Tam materialized in the area suddenly, a shy smile on his face.

“But it is! You two,” she said, turning to Sophie and Linh, ���better find dates. I’m not going without my girlfriends.”

“Don’t worry, B,” Sophie said, “I think we’ve got that down.” Linh blushed even harder.

“Reeeeally? Who’re the lucky guys?”

“Um, actually, the thing is…” Linh struggled to make the words appear on her tongue. “Sophie and I… we’re… um…”

“What Linh’s trying to say is-“

“We’re going to the Ball together,” said Linh, having seemingly regained her composure.

Silence like never before. No one seemed sure what to do, until Biana managed to sputter, “Oh… I didn’t know that. Is it- okay if I tell Fitz?”

Sophie and Linh looked at each other. “Yeah,” Sophie said decisively, “You can tell him. You can tell everyone.”

“Cool. Hey, Fitz,” Biana called, “Sophie and Linh are in love and they’re going to the Ball together. Isn’t that cute?”

Fitz was talking to Dex and Keefe, who all turned around open mouthed, except the latter, who gave Sophie an impressed smile.

Sophie was relieved. This was going to be fine.

Three weeks later, on the night of the Ball, Sophie stood in her room, twirling giddily around in the incredible new dress she had bought for the occasion. Covered in sparkles, the dress went from dark blue at the bottom up to white at the top and was everything she could’ve asked for in a dress. And the shoes. The shoes were out of this world. They were simple flats (because Sophie would rather have murdered her family than wore high heels) with purple sequins and a light blue fabric on them. Her hair was done up in a high bun which had taken hours to create, and Sophie proudly wore the custom crush cuffs Dex had remodeled to say Sophie Foster + Linh Song on her right hand. Linh was waiting downstairs. Sophie had no idea what she looked like, and was anxious to see, so she collected herself and slowly walked down the tails as gracefully as possible so she could look like one of those girls in teen movies. And Linh’s outfit was beyond anything Sophie could’ve imagined.

It was beautiful, strikingly red, like Linh was some kind of warrior queen in her floor-length gown with patterns of roses on it. Her hair was in pigtails, an odd choice for a Ball, but possibly the cutest thing Sophie had ever seen. And her shoes were simple red flats with hearts on them.

When they got to Foxfire for the ball, the place was packed with people. There were guys wearing all kinds of suits, though with less variety than the girls’ dresses. But none were as gorgeous as Linh was to Sophie, who held out a hand to her date. “Shall we dance?” asked Linh, and no sooner had Sophie grinned and nodded than they were on the dance floor, Sophie leading, Linh giggling every time Sophie lifted her up in the air, looking down in those deep, brown eyes that reminded Linh so much of that of those human animals- dogs, maybe? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All that mattered now was the two of them.

An hour later, Linh was standing on the balcony, having needed a break from all the excitement. She thought of Sophie and of her parents and what they might think if she told them. Would they be okay with it? Even if they were, would it matter? She wasn’t going to visit them anytime soon. And what about the Black Swan? Would they still let her be a part? All of her worries, however, were interrupted by Sophie’s voice.

“Linh? Are you out here? You okay?”

“Oh. Yeah, I’m fine. I just… needed a bit of a break, you know?”

Sophie’s eyes narrowed.

“N-not from you, that is, just the… excitement of it all.”

Sophie softened. “Oh. Yeah, that makes sense. Mind if I join you?”

“Go ahead.”

Sophie walked up next to Linh and leaned on the balcony. They stood in silence for a few moments, and then Sophie suddenly asked:

“Linh?”

“Yeah?”

“Um… this is a weird question, but… um…”

Linh smiled. “Take your time.”

Sophie paused, and then asked, “Can… I… kiss you?”

Linh’s face was redder than it had ever been before. The awkwardness in the air was almost palpable. Scratch that, it was palpable. It enveloped the girls completely.

“Um… y-yeah, okay,” Linh finally said, glancing not-so-discreetly at Sophie’s lips.

Both girls leaned in at the same time. The kiss wasn’t perfect- it was rather clumsy, and Linh might have giggled into Sophie’s mouth. But those things didn’t stop the waves of heat and excitement that shot through both of them. Sophie even got dizzy from it and swayed, causing Linh to pull away. After a moment, both girls laughed and kissed again.

Ten minutes later, they finally stopped and went back inside. Linh’s worries vanished. As long as they were together, everything was going to be fine.

[wormyapples]

Evertroll

Part 1

"I already hate this place" I said more to myself than anyone. We were in the car on the freeway going up into Rhinebeck, New York. The part of New York nobody cares about. Cows, corn, apples, goats and strip malls full of nosey grandparents and an abysmally small number of pre-college age kids desperate to leave town for the city.

Worst of all, my cousin Jezzy had lived there with my mom and her immediate family. This was going to be a horrible weekend.

I scraped at the remainders of my chipped black nail polish while my dad whistled along to Nickleback on the radio. I couldn't tell if it was the song making me want to puke or the egregiously long drive.

"Come on Kaylie. What happened to enjoying your favorite season? Hayrides, pumpkins, and your favorite? Hot cider, but fresh, locally made" said dad, trying to cheer me up.

Maybe it worked. I couldn't stop the slight smile he inspired, but I could hide my face by turning it towards the window and watching the swaths of green land and prairie houses pass by. That's when he figured me out and I could see him smile from the corner of my eye.

"And don't worry. You can text me anytime. If you're bored, if you're upset. You know you can reach out" he continued on, as Nickleback faded to Daughtry.

"Ugh" was all I said. "Can we listen to something else? No offense"

"Here" dad replied, unhooking his phone from the mount on the AC vent. The phone was connected to the car speakers by bluetooth, but I did miss the days when we'd flip through a case full of CDs. I scrolled through his playlists with my band-aid wrapped right thumb until I settled on a stray AFI song, "girls not grey".

"Okay. We are almost there. I'm gonna pull into a drive through and order some coffee. Want anything?"

I knew he was talking about Dunkin Donuts. Dad was a police officer but he was on vacation. That didn't stop him from going to his favorite feed station.

"Oatmeal?" was all I said with a shrug. I was barely hungry, but if I wanted to survive entering Rhinebeck without a mental crash, I needed the sustenance.

"Of course honey" says dad as he pulls the car neatly into the drive thru. There were no other customers there. Upstate New York was so different from Queens. The pace was slower. Everything was monumentally more boring.

I picked at a loose thread hanging from the collar of my Tripp moto jacket, a hand-me-down from Jezzy of course. Remembering that fact made me want to hide it in my sleepaway bag. Did she even remember it anyway? She had a million jackets just like it. I placed my bets on her forgetting and sighed.

Dad and I ate quietly and sipped coffee and hot white chocolate respectively as we closed the distance between civilization and the family house. Well, mom's side of the family.

Pulling up onto the spacey car-addled drive-way lawn hybrid felt both familiar and strange. I finished my tasteless oatmeal and warm drink just as dad finished his doughnut and started on his breakfast sandwich. The smell of the maple sausage filled the car.

Immediately I saw my baby cousin Abby outside on the front steps of the big family house holding her American Girl doll and twirling one of her blond pigtails. My youngest aunt, Tabitha came out of the house and scooped Abby up into her arms and approached the car just as dad put it in park. Tabitha called back and soon Mom and my other aunt Jennifer and uncle Joe came outside. Uncle Joe was wearing oven mitts and had on his "Grill Sergeant" apron. He must have been flipping burgers in the backyard. I wondered if grandma was up too? She had dementia and needed constant care. But I found that I missed her anyway.

Dad opened my door after he got out of the car and I stepped out, unprepared for the borage of hugs and shoulder pats that soon followed.

"Hi" was all I said after the first hugs. When mom hugged me, I said "hey mom I missed you"

"I missed you too honey" she said and kissed my forehead. Abby squealed when she hugged me and hit me with her doll.

"Ow" I said.

"Come on inside Abby. Let's eat some cookies. Your aunt Madeline worked on them all day" said aunt Tabitha towing Abby inside. As I lugged my sleepaway bag over the few steps that led into the house, I watched in the corner of my eye as mom and dad talked quietly outside by the car. A part of me hoped dad would suggest they go get something to eat. In this fantasy, mom agreed and the two of them would go out and eat all day, and maybe dad would stay over too. But a girl can only dream.

The house smelled like pine scented Cheseapeake Bay candles and grilled beef.

"Hey there scout" said uncle Joe. "I'm making burgers. Feel free to have one if you're hungry from that long journey out of the city"

"Thanks uncle Joe" I mumble, heading straight upstairs for the guest room, hoping and hoping with all my heart that Jezzy wasn't in there. It was her room before she ran off and started living with some creep. It was around then that the family's wariness turned to me instead of her. She got off their plate. Me? I was the appetizer about to be upgraded to a dreaded entree.

I didn't even look up when I dropped my Nightmare Before Christmas sleepway bag on the floor by the door, but as soon as I did, my stomach dropped.

There was Jezzy sitting on what was to be my bed. She had the same long vibrant purple hair--- reminding me of all the times I enviously eyed the dye bottles she'd leave littering the bathtub and dining room table. She wore the same signature shade of autumn brown lipstick, one of her trademark moto jackets, ripped black jeans and shiny black chunky heel boots. I was taken aback by how amazing she looked, how it made me idolize and dislike her all at once. Nobody prepared me for this.

"Hey there cuz" she said, her voice raspy yet upbeat. "I'm so happy you like that jacket. I wore that to a few concerts when I used to go. Wow! you cut a bang? It looks so good, that layered teased look. Just a wait a few years and maybe Madeline will let you get highlights" she says crossing her legs.

"Do they know you're here?" I ask. No greetings. No manners. I was slightly ashamed.

"Of course not" she said. "Oh and by the way. Don't let anybody bully you here okay? You're not like some kind of spawn I spit out before running away. You're Madeline's kid. You're a good kid. My mom, as much as she likes to pretend she was, wasn't exactly a stellar child. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree I guess" she finishes it off by biting into a McIntosh apple I didn't even realize she had, if she had it at all before biting it. Her lipstick stayed perfectly intact afterwards.

"Okay" was all I could muster. "Well, I'll be fine"

"I know you will. Just stay safe. Stay away from bridges and all that. You know" she says with a smile. "Grandma would appreciate it. A little milk in a bowl. Don't step over the mushroom rings and such"

I clenched my jaw. Here we go again. I needed her to disappear. I needed her to leave. Even though I thought she was gorgeous, and wanted with every fiber of my being to be just like her. Run off with my own dark prince, go to any shows I wanted, get into clubs with a fake ID, meet bands and artists and directors, model for underground magazines and kiss boys behind the bleachers. Most of all get to know her. The real Jezzy. The brave, wayward girl. The only one in the family privy to grandma's whimsical insanity. The only one who could get her to speak a coherent sentence. It sat heavy on my bones, that desired that wish to know the world they shared, and the world Jezzy ran away for.

But I was just Kaylie. The ticking time bomb. The one that reminded everybody of Jezzy. And grandma's dementia. And everything that ever went wrong in the family.

"Don't you have somewhere to go?" I nearly spit.

"I'll see you around. Bye Kaylie" she says with a warm smile, standing up, long, reed thin, perfect. She looked like she could drift on the autumn air like a fallen leaf. Like her laughter brings the wolves to howl at the moon. Like her hands can tame the night. Like she dances with elves in the forests. And part of me ached for it. Ached for the life she chose. It was so physical I almost rushed to her. In my mind I fell at her feet and begged her to tell me how she did it.

But I'm Kaylie Scheifflin. I'm not Jesslyn Rivers.

When I turned to glance at the doorway to see if anyone was eavesdropping, I felt a slight draft of cool air and when I turned to look back at Jezzy, she was gone.

[deanslittlebitch]

Questions!!!!

Rules: you’ve got to answer the questions and then you tag 21 people😁

I was tagged by the gorgeous...@marvelwhump

• Name: Elissa

• Zodiac sign: Leo

•Favourite food: it’s really hard to decide cause I love literally all food (accept broad beans and Brussel sprouts! Ugh they are literally Satan’s creation). But I really love lasagne.

•Favourite season: I love winter! The thought of sleeping in a warm cozy bed whilst it’s pouring outside makes me feel so...safe...you know?

• Jeans or shorts? It depends on the season really. I prefer to wear jeans cause BRUH I am WHITE, like transparent WHITE. But where I live, I sometimes have no excuse but to wear shorts.

• Where are you from? I was born in Oxford, England. But when I was a year old, my parents and I moved over the New Zealand.

• The last book you read? Does fan fiction count? 😂 Is so then it was “Immortal” by spacespaz on Wattpad. But if it’s a paper book then...ughhh. I can’t really remember, I’ve just been so busy with graduating and working that I haven’t read a book in a while.

• Favourite movie? At the moment it’s “How To Train Your Dragon: The Hidden World”. That movie is LIT.

• Dream Holiday? (we say holiday instead of vacation in NZ) I would absolutely LOVE to go to Greece or Rome.

• Eye colour? My eyes are pretty funny, they actually change colour in different lighting. When it’s bright out, they’re a dark bluish colour. In normal lighting, they’re bluish-green colour. And when it’s dark they look like a muted green-cool brown colour.

• Height? 5’6”

• Introvert or Extrovert? Hah socialising! Sounds like torture.

• Tea or Coffee? I don’t really like either but I’m slowly adapting myself to coffee.

• Do you work out? I mean I try to work out but I’m not the most athletic person out there soooooo🤷🏻‍♀️

• Pets? Well, I have *deep inhale* 3 cats, 1 dog, 1 chicken (sadly our rooster died last month. RIP Nugget), 1 horse, 4 cows and whole 2 1/2 acres of random wildlife.

• Favourite beverage? Wouldn’t say no to a Peach Iced Tea.

• Ideal day off? Sleeping till lunch time and reading till bedtime.

• Are you taken or single? Single as that broken Pringle at the bottom of the can.

• Something unique about you? How do you expect me to know something unique about myself when I think it’s just a normal thing? 😂

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[davidbloomquist-blog]

First Time: Blue Ridge Parkway

I heard the rumbling engine of Tessa’s sedan heading towards my house. Laying on my bed, I stared at the ceiling contemplating my life choices. I’d spent years studying to become a lawyer, only to fail the Bar Exam twice by a few points. She was coming over to help me figure things out, and I had unlocked the door for her to come right in when she arrived.

Hearing the engine shut off, I waited to hear the slam of the car door. Instead, I heard her lay on the horn like she did whenever someone cut her off in traffic. I waited for her still, then she honked again. Groaning, I trudged to the window to see her parked in the driveway. “Are you coming in?” I asked.

“You’re coming out, Grace,” Tessa called back, poking her head out the window, “We’re going on a Road trip in holiday.”

“Ugh, I can’t handle that right now,” I whined, “I just want to curl up and die.”

“And that’s exactly why we’re getting you out of the house. Don’t forget to bring a jacket, it’s a little nippy out here.” She smiled at me, her blue eyes filled with hope, and honked again. The neighbors across the street started yelling, and I rolled my brown eyes.

“Okay,” I sighed, “I’m coming.”

I stepped outside into the cool, autumn air and entered her car. She instantly drove off, and I fiddled with the radio dial. “By the end of the day,” Tessa piped up, “You’ll figure out exactly what you’re supposed to do with your life.”

“What if I don’t?”

“Then at least you can say you had an awesome day with your best friend.” She shrugged and giggled.

After several questions, she still wouldn’t tell me where we were going. It was almost noon and my stomach was grumbling. We’d been driving for an hour and I wanted to stop for lunch, but Tessa ignored my suggestions. She shoved a bagged lunch into my chest, and I ate it quickly.

Finally, things started becoming clearer as I focused on the road passing street signs. “I think I know where we’re headed,” I grinned.

“Do you?” Tessa asked, eyebrows raised.

“We’re going to the Blue Ridge Parkway, right? We’ve talked about going there for months, but I thought we were waiting for the summer.” My heart pounded and I couldn’t wait for my first experience taking in the gorgeous sights.

“I think you need it now more than ever,” Tessa said, “We shouldn’t wait to cross our adventures off our bucket lists. We need to start taking more chances and saying yes to everything.”

“Everything?”

“Well, most things.”

“Woohoo! We’re going to the Parkway!” I pumped my fists in the air and they smashed against the roof of the car. “Ow,” I said, shaking my hands. “How long until we get there? Are we on it right now? How much longer?”

“Calm down,” she laughed, “Take a nap and I’ll wake you when we’re close.”

“I can’t sleep now! I’m too excited!”

As excited as I was, the turkey sandwich she made me knocked me out cold. Leaning my head on the window, I fell asleep, and moments later I was jolted awake by Tessa swatting me with a map.

“Wake up! Wake up! It’s time to see the sights!”

I shook myself awake and sat upright. On the left of us was a steep mountainside covered in trees with leaves in yellow, red, and orange. Even leaning over Tessa, I couldn’t see the top of the mountain. Rolling down my window, I stuck my head out to feel the rush of wind on my face. My jaw dropped when I saw a valley of rolling hills and a deep gorge running through the middle. I imagined swimming in the cool water of the gorge and listening to the gentle waves that I’d make with my arms ripple and swoosh.

“Look at all those colors and natural beauties,” I gasped. “Doesn’t it look so peaceful?”

“I can picture myself climbing some of those luscious trees and reading a book while lounging on a branch,” Tessa added, “No one could touch me or ask me what I’m doing with my life. It’d just be me lost in an adventure of my imagination.”

“Why would you waste all those sights reading a book?” I asked, “You could make your own adventure just wandering through those grassy fields and climbing the steep rock faces. Everything looks so expertly crafted and untouched by people. It’s like a perfect scene out of a travel magazine.”

“It’s not about scenery for me,” she replied, “It’s the atmosphere. So serene and pure. I bet there’s tons of woodland creatures frolicking around. Do you want me to be like Pocahontas and canoe along the rushing rivers and jump off super high cliffs?”

“Yeah, right,” I chuckled, “You hate camping. You really think you could connect with nature like that?”

“You’re the one that wants me to take in the sights!”

“Take them in, not merge your soul with them.”

We both laughed and continued in silence down the winding road. We passed endless patches of trees, saw a few cows in the distance, clear blue skies, and beautiful rocky cliffs and hills. I wanted to roll down the hill from the road like a kid, screaming at the top of my lungs. I wanted to climb to the peak of the mountain, conquering every rocky step and forested area on the way.

A few cars drove by us in the other direction, taking me out of my daydreams, but other than that I was more relaxed than I could be at a spa. Nature had always intrigued me. I loved the smell of sap and trying to catch a butterfly so I could see the design on its wings. I loved the sound of the leaves crunching as I hiked every trail I could find. If anything, I was the Pocahontas out of the two of us. I was the one who could have a raccoon on my shoulder and a hummingbird buzzing in my ear while I jumped across a ravine.

“Yeah,” I said, looking out at the farmland with fresh eyes. “Nature really is a wondrous thing.”