#and who has the most ridiculous laugh that you've ever heard

[sodafrog13]

anything that doesn't portray medic as the silly bastard he is is wrong, actually

#the trash speaks #idk making medic mean is just not appealing to me fnfjdhfnd #like i think he's a bit of an asshole but i don't think he's a full on predator like come on man why'd you have to be weird #this isn't abt one specific fic/person by the way it's just So prevalent in tf2 fic it's like. hey. why. #like do i admittedly make medic softer than he ought to be? yeah i'd say so but i honestly don't understand where some of the more.. #i guess you could say ''darker'' interpretations of him come from?? #like medic is smart and he's cunning but he's also a silly little bitch who loves his birds and has nervous tics #and who has the most ridiculous laugh that you've ever heard #anyways i digress

[luveline]

Shy!reader having to cover Eddie mouth while talking on the phone with her parents (being he talks way to loud) or her parents are home and he is just being him (she snuck him in)

thank you for your request!!!<3<3 eddie x shy!fem!reader (r has a mom in this)

Eddie thinks he's funny. You think he's funny the majority of the time, and you're lucky your parents think he's funny too, but there's a line between funny and embarrassing that he's just dying to cross. 

"Is that your mom?" he asks, having turned to you at the sound of the ringing phone. His eyes light up when you nod. "Hi, Mrs. L/N!" he calls. 

"Hi, Eddie," your mom says back, chuckling. 

"Ask her if she likes the flowers I sent for her birthday," Eddie demands. You don’t need to ask, she most definitely heard him.

"They were beautiful, Eddie, thank you." 

You repeat her message before sitting back, trying to listen to what your mom's saying while Eddie begins his attack. He loves your attention too much, and when he isn't the sole object of it he can start to play up. For laughs, mostly, though you know there's a thread of genuineness under it all, a taut string of insecurity. You reach out to tuck a curl behind his ear, hoping it says you adore him while you're too busy responding to your mom to give him verbal reassurance. 

Eddie melts and props himself over your lap. You're sitting on the couch, Eddie on the floor by your feet, a collectible he's painting painstakingly slow on the coffee table in front of him. He smells like PVA glue, and he has grey and white paint dried to his fingertips, but he's still the most gorgeous thing you've ever seen when he smiles. 

"Does she want to come visit soon?" he asks. "It's been months now. Tell her I'm still amazingly handsome." 

"Yeah, mom, he's giving me a hard time," you agree. 

His lips part. "What! Give me that!" 

You lean out of his reach and laugh when he climbs up onto your legs, heavy enough to hurt when his knee presses into your thigh but not strong enough to wrangle the phone from your ironclad grip.

"He's really getting on me," you say ironically, trying to elbow him away, your head twisted toward the couch cushion. He tickles your neck, and you laugh breathlessly through words, "He works me like a dog." 

"Oh, is that how we're playing it?" he asks, his eyes wide. 

His shirts riding up his side where he's fighting you, exposing the pale stretch of his stomach and the dark line of hair leading up to his bellybutton. You have to blink a few times to snap out of your oggling, but by then it's too late —he snatches the phone from between your ear and you shoulder and clears his throat. 

"Hi, Mrs. L/N. Yeah, she's fine, she's a tyrant, she had me outside painting the fence in the heat last week. I know! That's what I said," —he crawls backwards across the couch from you, his eyes narrowed so you know he's promising some bad behaviour— "she's a bully, Mrs. L/N, really, and it doesn't stop outside of the house. I'm always doing her dishes, always the one who has to fold the laundry." He nods, hums, his hand behind him on the table that resides next to your couch, almost pushing the telephone base to the floor. "Hm, exactly. She's ridiculously entitled, don't even get me started on how she treats me in the bedroom, I can only go for so lon–" 

You slap your hand over his mouth, pressed so hard you can feel his teeth through his lips. The horror you're feeling cannot be understated. You're not sure you've ever discussed sex or anything like it with your family and you're not eager to start. 

"Eddie," you say, your heart in your mouth. You can't believe he'd be such a loudmouth about something so intimate with your mother, and kind of furious. "Did you really just do that? Give me the phone." 

He gives you the phone. You sit back down on the couch seat and bring the receiver to your ear, mortified. "Mom?" 

She doesn't say anything. 

"Mom?" you ask, a cold sweat on your brow. 

"Oh, right," Eddie says, raking his hair from his face, a picture of nonchalance, "I think I hung up on her. Somewhere between ridiculously and entitled." 

You stare at the receiver like it might give you strength. Eddie laughs boisterously, much too happy to have pulled off such a stupid prank, and doesn't complain when you ram your head into his chest.

"Oh, I hate you," you mumble, dropping the phone. 

He draws a line between your shoulders to make you shiver. Will the teasing never end? "As I love you," he says. His hands race up your shoulders to the juncture of your neck, where he cups your face like you're a seraphim angel. "You really thought I'd say that to her? I have to see her every New Year's for the rest of our lives, you realise? I love making your life difficult but I'd never torture myself like that." 

"You are the most annoying boy on planet earth," you say succinctly, miserably. 

"And I am so, so in love with you," he croons. You hate that it actually makes your heart skip.

He kisses the tip of your nose. You push him away from you and collapse into the couch, unsurprised when he positions himself on top of you, your thighs spread around his waist. 

He pouts at you before nosing the skin just under your bra. "Don't be mad at me." 

You cover your face with your hands for a moment. You aren't mad at him now that you know it was a ploy, but he doesn't need to know that, and you really need time to flush the mortification from your system. Eddie grabs your wrists and pulls your hands from your face, looking at you through one eye. "Will you be annoyed all night?" he asks skeptically. 

"Yes… No. But you have to call her back for me. And make dinner. And tell her you were lying about doing the dishes." 

"I do do the dishes." 

"You offer." 

"Yes, 'cos I'm madly in love with you and want to have your babies, not because I actually want to do the dishes." 

"Just call her, Munson, please." 

He kisses your neck, your cheek, and the side of your nose. "Mm, okay. But not because you asked me to. I'm sure she'd love to know why you were in the bathroom so long the last time we visited." 

"I'll never speak to you again," you say weakly. 

Eddie climbs off of you and gives your knee a squeeze as he goes. "Well, we'll find other things to do, I'm sure." He cackles at your expression. "I'm kidding, sweet thing! Your secrets are safe with me." 

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things 4

[bbanghiitomi]

| ophelia

synopsis: hyein has a keen eye for observing people as well their energy, you have an eye that can see ghosts. when the child of your parents' friends starts a club, it leads them to you.

— non!idol!student!lhyein × non!idol!student!femreader!

note: implied platonic!

-⁠ᄒ⁠ᴥ⁠ᄒ⁠--⁠ᄒ⁠ᴥ⁠ᄒ⁠--⁠ᄒ⁠ᴥ⁠ᄒ⁠--⁠ᄒ⁠ᴥ⁠ᄒ⁠--⁠ᄒ⁠ᴥ⁠ᄒ⁠--⁠ᄒ

"geez, those girls again? they never get tired of their antics don't they?" you look at your friend — hyunseo as she looks over your shoulders to the abandoned underground hall of your school, you follow her line of sight to see five girls carrying flashlights and lined up on the way to the old exchange student building. "what are they doing?" you ask, hyunseo shrugs and laughs as she scratches her cheeks.

"ghost hunting? i don't know, their youngest member went around convincing others to join." it's getting dark, you finally walk past the old building to the pathway leading towards the main gate of the school campus. you've heard about this gimmick by that specific group of friends, you have found it ridiculous too but decided to just ignore them — it's not like their hurting anyone anyway.

you didn't realize hyein was actually serious about the ghost hunting thing, you've once thought she might have been fooling around and just making things up but she seems to be the person who doesn't lie. she goes around the class even sometimes to the floor beneath your classroom to recruit people to join but they always push her away and say she's absurd.

their friend group is made up of different ages, with hyein being the youngest — she's always the most enthusiastic about their whole gimmick, you've never been interested at all and sometimes would hear her talking about it to some people, sometimes the half australian girl would come to your classroom and converse with her.

actually you've never been interested in hyein at all, maybe she's cool, pretty, and fun but you were always surrounded by the same people and have never tried making conversations with hyein unless for school purposes, hyein has also never approached you about their ghost hunting gimmick, not that you minded it or whatever but you were just a bit jealous that other people seemed more fitting for it other than you.

"wouldn't they get in trouble if they got caught?" you ask hyunseo, who once again shrugs and looks at you whilst you two walk inside the district market. "didn't you know? jiwon who's in the same class as minji said that minji lives in our school dorms so sometimes they go to the suite lobby to kill some time." hyunseo answers, you two live in the same neighborhood — have you mentioned? hyein lives in the same block too?

you often see her playing in their front yard with the same group of people, but you never really see her when you go to school because oftentimes she's late.

"so, they get away from sneaking inside?" you ask, following behind hyunseo who shrugs. "you can say minji is a master at hiding trespassers." you laugh when she says that, you realize how different your friends are with hyein's... they're much more reserved, crazy loud when it's only the seven of you but everyone thinks differently.

you shift your eyes a bit and in the seemingly darkening skies then to the bustling market, you see a ghost nearby — you've had this ability to see spirits ever since you were a child, you've gotten used to it, so much that it doesn't faze you anymore. you feel the cold breeze of the air, everywhere you go— they're everywhere, you hate this feeling but it's been sticking to you no matter where you go.

"you okay?" hyunseo asks, looking back at you and you realize you've stopped walking, all of a sudden in the middle of the crowd. you blink your eyes and shake your head before following. "yeah, i just remembered something." you mutter, smiling at her.

in all honesty, you haven't told any of your friends about this peculiar ability, none of them have took notice of it... you were pretty good at hiding it. on the past few years growing up, you started to get braver when it comes to facing spirits, none of these dead souls know your ability so it was easy to avoid them but then again... you've made it your mission to look for your missing mother and the biggest mystery of her disappearance has something to do with ghosts.

hyunseo and the other girls know you're adopted, it wasn't like you hated admitting it... you've grown to acknowledge that fact quite well and they admire you for that. maybe the worst part of it all was not knowing why your mother left you with a friend.

hyein... knows that too. surprisingly, even with that non-stop running of her mouth, she haven't spilled anything about it to anyone at all.., maybe it's her natural skill to be able to read through someone's experience and understand what they feel.

ophelia

coming home again feels nothing new, you close the door and slowly excuse yourself to an empty living room, they're all currently at work, living you in charge of the house. when your 'mom' comes home late, she makes sure to bring home food and your 'dad' is nice, it's just two of them but it's okay.

the only time ghosts don't bother you is when you're in your room, whether you're sleeping or daydreaming, ghosts cannot enter your room... it's weird but you've never really find out what the reason is.

you hear the distinct sound of car honking, realizing it's from hyein's family and you peek to see hyein dashing to their porch, followed by her angry father who got off the car. you shrug, hyein's never changed... she's totally the same stubborn, nice, hot blooded kid.

it's not like you know hyein deeply but it's also not like you don't at all. you've been living in the same area, both your parents biological or not, like hyein once described it as "uncomfortably close", she might have been overreacting but that's the reason you know hyein almost too much for two kids who don't even talk to each other.

hyein sometimes gives off a vibe of someone who avoids you for certain reasons such as "she might not like me" or "we're very different" both can be true, but unfortunately none of this are. hyein has a different direction to go and that's why you seem to never both cross paths.

the only thing that you wonder about hyein is the reason behind her ghost-hunting activities. why does she do that? why did she recruit people to do that?

you've once thought if the girl ever knew that you could see ghosts, but you never really got the answer.

it's also weird how she tries to recruit people in it, but specifying no actual goal.

you turn your back to the window as you shake your head, erasing the thought of hyein in your head before jumping onto your bed.

ophelia

hyein runs to her room, her father isn't really mad and she knows that. her father doesn't follow her to her room as hyein enters and runs to her computer to immediately contact her friends.

forestry club (science hall building)

minji_kim04: do you really think we'd be able to follow the spirit inside the campus?

minji_kim04: i went around and most entrance are blocked by barricades.

sparkle.grace: don't give up yet.

sparkle.grace: why don't we keep contacting ms. seulgi, she knows this!!!

kitty_k4ng: surely you guys will leave my sister alone eventually.

kitty_k4ng: she sells antique, she doesn't know anything about ghosts.

honey04ever: haha... it's not about seeing ghosts, it's about the camera.

mo.dan_yell: yes! the camera can trace spirits, we've been stuck just at the barricade of the dormitories. i think we can find another way.

honey04ever: yeah, we've gone so far and i would really hate having to go back.

kitty_k4ng: ugh alright, we can go ahead ask her for fortune where it should lead us.

sparkle.grace: great! i'll bring the camera tomorrow and let's meet at kitty's place!

it didn't take quite long the next day, it's raining very hard when the five girls meet at the small village, an antique shop that also provides fortune telling services. the current goal of the team is to find a way to follow the spirit that went behind the school campus, there's no other exit nor entrance that leads to that path, it's an unknown place that is occupied by the school.

"it's raining hard today." minji says, holding an umbrella for her and hanni, danielle sighs and scoots closer to haerin who's holding an umbrella for them too. "but i checked the news, it's supposed to be sunny." she complains.

in this year, there's really no other clear way to know the weather except from the radio or news.

hyein grumbles, holding her own umbrella as they stand in front of the antique shop. "are you guys leaving?" she asks the four girls, who look at each other, each doing their own style of shrugging. "hyein, what's your plan? we're not going to leave you behind." hanni says, looking at the youngest, taller girl.

hyein nods her head, a determined look on her face. "we'll carry on. let's call ms. seulgi!" she says, making her way inside the store.

"unfortunately, the school now owns that place... it's an empty lot, i figured but the only way in is from the school premises, which you girls are not allowed." seulgi says, bringing her hands down to the clothes table, all receiving looks of disbelief from the owner.

"there's no other way? that's impossible." haerin says, seulgi shakes her head, looking at her younger sister. "i'm following the path that the spirit took, that's the only way she went," she informs the girls, she lights an incense and leads the smoke inside the lamp. as the girls watch in curiosity, the light immediately dies down.

"what does that mean?" minji asks, leaning on the table as the other girls wait for an answer. seulgi stands up and walks out of the fortune telling room, surprising everyone.

the girls look behind where the older kang left, hanni scatters to follow where seulgi went. the other girls follow to the entrance of the shop, where surprisingly your adopted mother was standing.

"y/n's missing..." hyein pushes the other girls as she runs to your mom, looking at the older woman with concern written all over her face. "what happened?" she asks, your mom sighs and shakes her head.

"i don't have any idea too, she went out yesterday and hasn't come back at all." your mom says, seulgi nods and leads your mom to the fortune telling room, where the other girls except hyein stayed outside the room.

"do you think you have any idea where she is?" hyein asks, sitting across your mom. seulgi lights another incense, where it stayed in the lamp for a 2 minutes. "she's somewhere in the forest." seulgi says, putting the lamp down as the smoke flies to the south.

"the mountain?" your mom nods at hyein. "yes, the mountain that was once a home to the biggest inn here... i knew she'd be there but the place is too dangerous to visit." seulgi nods and walks over to the door of the room. "it's raining... the water in the mountain." she says, before turning to hyein's direction. "you have the camera right?" she asks to which hyein nods her head immediately.

"yes! i brought it here with me." seulgi walks over to hyein. "tell haerin to follow y/n's spirit... she might have been looking for the same thing your group have been looking for."

ophelia

"are you sure we're gonna continue? it's dark and empty in the mountain." hanni says as she walks in front of minji. "hey, it's alright. haerin has the lamp with her and we're all wearing raincoats." minji tells the shorter girl, looking over to hanni with a small smile. hanni sighs.

"it's dangerous to get wet there, it's slippery and dark. as long as i have the lamp we're going to be alright." haerin says. danielle nods and smiles at the girls. "i really think we should focus on looking for y/n." she says, hyein is walking a lot faster than the others and she they got to the old train station, she immediately turns the power on.

"do you think her friends know she's missing?" hanni asks as they sit on the chairs of the train station, minji standing beside where hanni is. "if her mom announced, police officers would be all over the case." minji answers.

"no they don't. i think her mom keeps it because it's nothing police officers could solve." hyein answers, they all look to each other before haerin speaks. "you know that y/n can see ghosts?" hyein nods, putting an index finger on her chin as she thinks.

"it's obvious when she moves or the way she acts, i just don't have any idea what she's looking for like what ms. kang said."

danielle looks at haerin then back at hyein. "do you know? i think you're really the only one who can sense that. you have such observant eyes."

"if my sister implied that she's looking for the same thing, we might honestly find the entrance to that place where the spirit went to." everyone looks at haerin before the train stops. hyein looks at the other train inside, that must be the train you used to get to the mountain.

danielle, hanni, and minji all brought flashlights while haerin carries the lamp to avoid evil spirits and hyein holds the camera.

the shutter goes off. your traces can be seen on the ground, hyein takes the lead. the camera doesn't guarantee your steps or location but it is useful in tracking spirits as well as scaring them away. it's dark inside the forest, it's raining as well... there are lots of papers scattered on the ground and hyein assumes it's from the old inn nearby just at the entrance of the mountain's shrine.

there's a continuous line of water flowing, it's from the mountain's peak, a waterfall that connects every part of the forest.

danielle picks up a paper from the ground, noticing how it's relatively drier than the ones on the mud. she opens it and reads what is written below. "a black box of coffin in the shrine... under the cave, the water is rising. what?" all the girls look at her and hyein immediately asks for the paper.

hyein looks over the cliff they are standing upon, not too far from them is the old building of the large inn...

helping each other, they were able to get down from the cliff and reach the back entrance of the inn, with deteriorating walls, the inn stands almost unrecognizable from what it looked like before. haerin takes an envelope from her shoulder bag, opening it with your picture and your information... one of the pictures include the inn.

hyein takes a picture of the inn, while minji helps haerin raise the lamp. hyein can sense your trace from the entrance, going to the front entrance of the inn.

hyein screams when she's met with a ghost, backing up and immediately taking a picture before the ghost disappears. the girls all huddle together, with minji standing behind to keep them close. "should we keep going?" she asks, hyein nods and looks at everyone. "we'd be alright at the shrine, it has to be close here." haerin mutters and walks forward where everyone followed.

they were able to find traces of the path that lead to the shrine after multiple turns, picking up pieces of paper until... they reach the shrine but it doesn't look quite right. "is this the shrine?" hanni asks, looking at haerin who looks around and shrugs. "i mean it is, but this might not be it." minji looks at haerin with her furrowed brows. "what do you mean?" the rain starts pouring harder, before haerin sighs and steps on the stairs to the abandoned shrine. "it's the shrine of dolls." danielle says, as she reads the sign above.

hyein blinks and nods. "there's an underground path there, right?" she asks haerin who looks behind to hyein and nod. "i think, it's quite dark out there though. i don't want to risk trying to get in the cave." haerin shakes her head before turning her back on the girls again and opening the door, unfortunately, it's stuck.

"great, let's take a turn." haerin sighs before leading the group behind the shrine where it had a door that was left open wide. it's dark, almost like it was never a place where actual people lived in before. the light source comes from the moonlight, the shrine of dolls in display in front of them

hanni scoffs. "dude, are we really doing this?" she asks as she shifts her gaze away from the dolls. "it won't kill you, don't worry. if we find y/n, she can lead us out of here." hyein nods as haerin says that, looking at the second oldest of the group. "besides, we don't know the way out, we can't go back to the train station. if we're going to die, it's because we couldn't get out of here." hyein deadpans, minji sighs and puts a hand on hanni's shoulder. "it's alright." she whispers.

danielle follows haerin as well as minji and hanni, hyein volunteers to grab the candle from the underground passage after promising them she won't try to find the way to the cave. unfortunately, it's hard to fulfill the promise when your traces allure her to the cave, when she opens the door to the cave, there's water... flooding the area until it all went inside the shrine's underground passage. the water reaches hyein's knees and the cave was brighter than the shrine, every corner had candles and lamps, but other than those hyein's eyes focuses on the black box in the middle of the cave, where water overflows to the ground.

hyein runs to the box and opens it, only to be greeted by a wooden box overflowing with water, until she leans closer to take a better look. hyein shrieks in surprise when a hand comes out of the water, almost enough for her to fall over. hyein hears a gasp as she looks at the box again and sees a girl sitting up, soaking wet and cladded in a familiar set of uniform.

"y/n... y/n!?" hyein shouts as she immediately helps you up, you start to breathe heavily.

"hyein..." you mutter, looking up at the taller girl. hyein sighs in relief, almost like she's about to cry. "oh my god, we found you..." she whispers, full of relief.

ophelia

unfortunately, when you and hyein went back up at the shrine, the four girls are nowhere to be seen. hyein starts to panic as there was no way for her to locate their traces.

"where did they go!?" she asks, looking around. you sigh, shivering before pushing away the strands of hair sticking to you face. "they got lost..." you mutter, walking behind her and you reach for her shoulder. "let's find them." you suggest, trembling due to the cold air.

hyein turns around to you, before taking off her raincoat. "this isn't much but wear it! it's super cold." she says, you look at her and then to the raincoat, before chuckling and shaking your head.

"it's fine..." hyein shakes her head, before walking over to you with the raincoat in her hands. "wear it, please!" she sighs with a worried look on her face, and a pout. "come on, we have a long way to go... can't bring you back to your mom shivering to death." you know you can't win, so you nod and she puts the raincoat on you, surprising you.

"did you get lost your way here to?" hyein asks, you blink your eyes, before nodding. "i... i went the wrong way." you only say, hyein looks confused. "did you get inside the box? what if you drowned?" you look at her before laughing. "the spirits led me there, i've mistaken the doll shrine for the yuukon shrine, and i got trapped." you were able to tell her through your shaking breath and thinking about it now that you're safe doesn't make things less scary.

"you okay now?" hyein asks, you nod.

it was silent, for a while until hyein talks again. "yuukon shrine, you know about it?" hyein asks, after a while of hunting for spirits, hyein might have found the answer to her club's long overdue question...

the forestry club wanted to prove something, aside from plants and animals, hyein wanted to explore more about the mountain's history and it led them here; looking for the story for them to feature.

"we've been looking for it." she adds, you can only give her a short hum. "me too, almost like forever..." you mutter, hyein listens and puts all her attention to your words as you two walk the dark forest. "three years..? yeah, and just as i was about to find it, i got lost and well, it feels like everything i have found have gone to waste." you tell her.

hyein sighs. "it's really hard... i don't want our club to break apart. my only hope is this feature, i need to bring this mountain back to life again." hyein says, her voice filled with determination. you can only give her a meek sigh.

"that's... i hope you can do it." you tell her, giving her a moment of silence... hyein stares at your face, smiling brightly before she nods.

it took you both not that long to eventually find a manor, hyein looks at you and you gesture her to walk first. hyein peeks at every corner she can find, two of you were able to find the main hall of the manor but sadly, the girls were nowhere to be found. "you should get going..." you tell hyein, as you stand behind her. hyein holds the camera and shakes her head, pointing the camera at you before she takes a shot.

"i won't leave without you." she says, you widen your eyes but it softens. "i have to find my mother." you tell hyein but she walks towards you and holds your hand. "let's find her!" you give her a confused look. "but what about your friends..?" hyein takes a deep breath before letting out an airy laugh. "they'll be alright."

"this is the yuukon shrine? it's bright here..." hyein says as she walks beside you, you've been seeing this place in your dreams... a restless dream that haunts you and your mother's spirit that keeps you awake. hyein reads your small gestures, the way your eyes glimmer along the candles inside the shrine.

"i know..." the rain continues to pour, not as strong as before but still can be heard.

"have you been here before? or at least have familiarized this place?" hyein asks, you blink your eyes as you stand at the entrance beside hyein who looks at you endearingly. "i..." you hesitate to tell her the truth and she sees it. "it's okay." she assures you.

"i've been seeing this place in my dreams when i think about my mother, i have so many questions that only this place will be able to answer..." hyein nods and takes a step closer to you. "don't be scared to tell me! i'll keep your secrets, promise." realizing how hyein's knowledge about your family has never been found out by anyone, you knew hyein was trustworthy.

"i know... i just don't want you to worry about it." you look down and hyein continues to look at the way the orange and yellow lights illuminate on your face, she nods in understanding, still holding your hand. "i will of course, but you don't have to think of it like it's bothering me. i mean, i know you and you know me."

ophelia

when you enter, there's a shrine of flowers and charms that are mostly for marriage, the table is decorated by bright candles as well as lamps and incense. other than the bright decorations on the table, you don't ignore the obvious picture frames of your parents, your mother and who you assume to be your father.

"yuukon is a ritual, right? binding souls of the dead and a living person..." hyein says, looking at you as you kneel on the small pillow on top of the tatami mats. you nod as you stare at the shrine, closing your eyes with your hand clasped together. "i use to have dreams of my mother, i don't understand how i got here and where she is." you mutter, hyein sits next to you but not on the small pillow beside yours. "i read it somewhere, this is the house of joining... isn't this where the maidens get married to a living person?"

you nod. "the black casket, my mother sacrificed herself to be with my father and she must be somewhere here, drowning under the mountain's water." you open your eyes to look at hyein, who shifts her gaze on the shrine.

"my father, i have no idea where he might be. my mother left me with my mom and i'm guessing..." you trail your sentence, thinking very carefully. hyein waits before she opens her own mouth. "he might have been the ghost? i wonder, i haven't read something about a man being the ghost."

"my mother sacrificed herself for it to work." you give hyein a small smile before standing up. "maybe after she had me, like a maiden who have fulfilled her duty... she left me with my mom." you brush your hair back before walking towards the exit of the house.

"it ends here, i think. the school now owns this part of the place, i wanted to see it for myself before it disappears." you hear hyein's own steps. hyein looks down on the camera before taking a picture of the shrine, the house and you.

"we can go back now, i feel that they're out of the mountain." you tell hyein and she follows you to the exit of the mountain, passing through a long forest.

hyein walks, with her shoulders slump. "i... wanted the girls to see the shrine." she mutters, you look at her as both of you stand in the middle of the village.

"you can still create a feature out of it." you tell her with a small smile, hyein looks up at you and grins. "i know. i won't give up..."

"hyein! y/n!" you hear danielle's voice coming closer, the four girls all run to you and hyein, immediately they embrace the tallest girl with sighs of relief. "you're back with her..." haerin whispers.

hyein nods at the girls and looks at you. "we found the house of joining... i took a picture of it!" hyein takes the camera and shows the girls, they all huddle up to look at it.

"i should leave now..." you excuse yourself, hair still wet and hyein raises her hand. "wait! let's go and eat first." hyein takes your hand as the four other girls walk their way back to the antique shop.

after that, you decided to join the forestry club and help the girls release their feature for the mountain, eventually being able to help them reach a big population of readers.

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[pinkvenomsstuff]

Friends don't kiss friends. part 1

You and Carl have been best friends since childhood, when you were still terribly messy kids. You practically grew up at the Gallagher's, you were next-door neighbors, and when you weren't there, you were at Alibi's with your parents, Veronica and Kevin. You were with him at all times, at least the most important ones. And some it was you who made them come true, like his first French kiss behind school.

You were the first one Carl liked, that's why you were such friends, he really liked you a lot. You were the first one who aroused something in him, sexual or not. And for that, you were the one chosen for his first kiss, his first dance performance at school, the first one he ran to with a can of vegetables with a hundred thousand dollars in it, and you buried yourself in some wild terror. Your favorite weapon was delivered to you in the school bathroom. And the first woman, except Fiona, who saw him when she got back from juvie.

You guys had some disagreements when he came back saying he was black and forcing a ridiculous black accent, acting like a sick gangster. The braids in his hair almost made you kill him. His mother scolded him immediately. He was someone else, not the Carl you knew but who knew he was there, somewhere, but he was. But you couldn't stay away from him long, and within two weeks you were talking normally.

Or the first person he asked for love advice when he started to have feelings for Dominic, he did everything for her, but unfortunately it wasn't enough. She betrayed him and contracted gonorrhea, the sages say: karma is like a kick in the ass. You were the one who took him in, and then went with him to take a test, where he discovered that he didn't have the disease, and the certainty that she betrayed him.

You were the first one he ever told about his shitty parents, not that you didn't know, you lived with him. But it went deeper, he told you how he felt about Monia's death and how he felt like a failure for years, especially after what happened to G-Dog, but you brought him back to who he always was.

And shit, those damn words almost made you choke on the beer you were drinking. "Back to life," what did he mean by that? What were you to him anyway? That was a question you didn't mean to ask. You two have always been best friends, both of you have always prioritized friendship above anything else, you didn't want to risk it and end up losing your love.

You were at his house now, lying on his couch missing him. It's been almost five days since you've seen each other, even though you lived within meters of each other. "Hey Mom. I'm going to Gallagher's!" you yell, she yells back saying it's okay and that she's going to be on Alibi. You leave the house wrapping your headset around your cell phone, shoving your hands in your sweatshirt pocket.

You look around and see no cars, it was a cloudy and relatively cold day. You walk down the sidewalk taking the few steps to Gallagher's house, and surprisingly you still haven't heard any screams, groans or anything breaking. You jump the playpen at the house, sell a Frank passed out - or not, sleeping or dead on one of the stairs. You ignore that old junkie shit and head upstairs ringing the doorbell.

The door is almost always open, but you don't think it's polite to walk in without knocking, especially not to find someone fucking on the couch or in the kitchen. The door is quickly opened by Lip, who has wide blue eyes, but he relaxes as he recognizes you. "Fuck, I thought it was the social worker." she whispers in relief "Hey girl. What are you doing here?" he asks giving you space to enter, so you do.

"I came to torment C-Dog." you say smiling, he laughs with a cigarette stuck to his lips. "Right." he sits on the sofa. "Where are the rest of the staff? This house is insanely quiet and it makes me wonder if no one is drugged or dead." you say, Lip laughs puffing out his cigarette. "No, no. Debbies is out with Franny, Fiona is at the diner, Ian is probably fucking some gay guy and Liam is in school."

"Uh…I thought things between Ian and Mickey were serious." you talk, Lip shrugs. "They're coming and going because of their bipolarity." "Got it. I'm going up." you say starting up the living room stairs, Lip nods turning on the television. You walk down the hall really seeing the empty rooms, you go to Carl's and give a few rings, nobody comes to open it and you don't hear anything.

Then, slowly you pull the doorknob covering his eyes, an immediate action upon entering his room since you found out he slept naked sometimes. You enter the room one finger at a time until you are sure there is no one in the room. "Y/N?" a hoarse voice comes from behind you, and you jump in fright. "Oh shit Carl. You scared me!" you gasp putting your hand on your chest, he laughs walking into the room.

He rummages through your clothes thrown across the bed so you don't know which ones are dirty or clean, and just then you notice a white towel drapes around your hips. Leaving his luscious abs showing, it was a fact that Gallagher came back a hundred times hotter from jail, you'd admit that yourself.

You grab a random playboy magazine from under his bed, throwing his body on the bed you cross your legs opening the magazine as he changes. Even though you've seen each other almost naked a few times, or else in your underwear and panties and bra several times, you respected your privacy. You flip through the pages of magazines, naked women posing or wearing costumes.

"Wow, that's hot." you say smiling, Carl looks at you without understanding. You turn the magazine over to him "Oh, she is." you notice that he has his legs covered by sweatpants, my biceps are still uncovered. You return to the magazine, pushing away any inappropriate thoughts. "I'm dressed. What are you doing here?" he asks sitting next to her on the bed. "I was bored and I have a best friend living next door to me so…" he laughs, pinching her ear. "I understand. What do you want to do?"

"I don't know, man. We can do whatever you want but I'm honestly really hungry so I'd like to stop by Paty's first." you say closing the magazine. "Right." he smiles, you roll your eyes around his extremely disorganized room. "God, Carl. Did you know Fi has a laundry basket in the hallway? Or you could start washing them then." you turn up your nose when you smell one of his shirts.

"Ah... mind your own business girl!" he exclaims smiling and ruffling your hair, you shake your head. "Fuck, let's go to Paty's before I end up eating you." you sigh, feeling a knot in your stomach, Carl looks at you slyly "Oh no! Shit no! Carl fuck you!" you exclaim, closing your eyes tightly, denying it, but - I would like to - was what crossed your mind.

"Wow, ok. I thought you thought I was super hot and all..." he laments pretending to be offended, putting his hand to his chest. "Oh yes- yes you are. I just-" You can't find the words, he laughs with his total fishy face, not even able to think. "I understood. I'm just playing with you. Come on babe." he says laughing and pulling your shoulders to walk with him, you laugh but you're still extremely embarrassed by it.

"Hey, Ian!" Carl walks past him, Ian ruffles his hair. "Hi guys, and hi Y/N. I haven't seen you in like a week?" Ian says it more like a question, you nod. "And Kevin, have you recovered from your vasectomy?" "Yeah, I had to take some time off after I saw Frank fuck a homeless girl in the kitchen." Ian laughs loudly, throwing his head back in the chair. "I swear, it was 'fucking traumatizing!' you laugh along with him, Carl laughs at both of you. "Where are you going?" Ian asks with a beer in his hand. "Paty's, and then some Chicago alley." Carl responds. "beauty." Lip goes upstairs.

Carl walks to the front door, you stop him. "I think we'd better go around the back. There's a Frank passed out in your driveway." you say sarcastically, Carl rolls his eyes. "Fuck that old man." he says walking to the kitchen door, you follow him with a smile on your face.

You walk in front of your house, the truck is still in the driveway. "Do your parents really let you drive?" Carl asks as you turn the keys in the door. "Hm, no. Ve says I might get hurt, but Kev doesn't care. He thinks it's radical!" you say excitedly, Carl smirks at you.

"Too badass. I drive Fiona's car sometimes, it's nice." he comments, you two get in the car sitting on the seats. "Yes, it is. When I get my license, I'm going out at dawn with you to all the car races." you say smiling, which makes Carl smile as he remembers the things you guys did to make it to the city limits for the damn clandestine races. "Uh, great. I really don't want to have to bike to the end of Chicago."

"Right, right." you chuckle at it "Just a year to go or maybe two..." "Sixteen is the new seventeen." he says, you nod turning on the radio. "Birthday Sex" blasts through the loudspeakers, you and Carl singing the lyrics perfectly as if you were at a live show. In fifteen minutes you were already in Paty's, you park the car just before the entrance to the store. Carl walks out the door normally and you jump out of the truck, the two of you enter the diner.

You move to one of the tables facing the street, Carl follows you and you sit opposite each other. A knowledgeable attendant comes to you. "Hey guys, can I take your order?" she asks smiling, you take a good look at the menu even though you know it like the back of her hand. "Hey fely! An x-bacon with double fries and a coke. Please" Carl says, Felicity writes it down on paper. "What about you, Y/N? The same as always?" she asks still with a smile on her face, you think for a moment. "Hm... Same as him. And pancakes. With honey, lots of whipped cream and strawberries. Please." she notes. "Yes, someone had come to serve them." "Thanks." you both say thanks, she leaves to take more orders.

You two look at each other but don't say anything. You start snapping your fingers. "So…what have you been doing?" Carl asks breaking the silence. "The usual. Taking care of the bar, the twins, studying and sleeping. No big deal." you shrug your shoulders. "And have you been seeing anyone? Like a hookup?" you shake your head "No. Nobody. And you?" "Nobody either. But I like a girl." he says low, you're a little surprised. "Oh good Carl. Who is it?" "A girl over there, you don't know..." "Okay. Can you tell me about her?"

"Well, she's quite outgoing. She likes games and has questionable taste in music. She loves riding her old skateboard." he tells you the details, you laugh at the last remark. " She's a good girl so then. I'm happy for you, asshole." you run your hands through his hair, ruffling his strands. "Yeah, she is. She's pretty pretty too, like, awesome." You nod, seeing one of the waiters come with their orders. He puts it on the table, you thank him with smiles. You quickly pick up your burger and bring it to your mouth, taking a big bite.

The incredible taste of the fried bancon, the melted cheese and the grilled meat had you moaning in satisfaction. "Oh, God. This is fucking better than a blowjob!" you exclaim, Carl raises an eyebrow at you. "Have you ever gotten a blowjob in your life?" "No. But I got blown, and I'm sure I say this is way better." he shakes his head laughing, you notice the little bag of ketchup being poured into his burger, you frown at that sinful act. "Bro, are you really using that red sauce in a x-bacon? That's like a crime in Italy, man." you say taking another bite of yours, Carl throws the empty ketchup bag at you.

"Fuck Italy and its pizzas without ketchup! We're in America." he grumbles, you laugh. "That fucking is a godsend honey, there's no reason not to use it." "Uh, ok. At least you know Italy is not an American country." you mock him, Carl looks at you like you've said the most shocking thing in the world, the boy throws two potato in your face. "Hey you shit! Don't throw that at me." you exclaim, an elderly couple next to you complains about the noise. "Can you guys not scream or throw your cockroaches? Shitty ghetto teenagers. They don't know how to behave anywhere." the old woman mumbles the last sentence.

"I'm sorry gentlemen." you smile falsely at they, looking at Carl who was laughing hysterically. You shoot him a death glare. "Old bastards. I'm going to make these fags eat dust." you claim looking at your delicious pancakes. "But I'll get this over with first" "Yes you will." Cal says still laughing.

You finish quickly and compete with Carl to see who eats the most pancakes in the least amount of time, you obviously win with 7 pancakes in two minutes, but Carl is a good competitor with five. You both laugh when you notice that his lips are full of whipped cream, and so is the tip of his nose. The old people from before complain again, saying that you are noises. "Enough. I'm going to make this old woman hear some truths. Shitty South Zone bitch!" You get up from your desk, reaching into one of the pockets of your shorts, placing some bills on the table.

Carl too, with his wallet in his hands. "I pay." you two say together, laughing then. "Hey big boy, I pay. I brought you here, it's ok but next time it's you." you threaten with your lower finger pointed at him. "Right." "Now C-Dog, stand there and watch me fuck these old men." you tell him you're close to the exit. "Oh, go for it girl." he whispers to you, who gestures with your hands to him following you to the elderly couple's table.

"Hey good afternoon." you smile sympathetically sitting next to them. "What you want?" the woman asks arrogantly, looking you up and down. "Ah...no big deal. It's just that I actually heard you complain about me and the boy with me, I had to come here." you say sadist, eating a potato of them. "So what, girl?" She rolls her eyes. "It's just that I was a little hurt, you know? I thought you were pretty, that's fine for such an old age. But then you opened your little shit mouth, saying really prejudiced things. And I thought, I should punch some respect in this bitch." you wink at her, the lady looks at you with a hateful expression. "So, here's my darling lesson."

You pick up your glass of soda, you take a few sips, and then you spit the drink back into the glass. You smile at her before slowly pouring the coke under her head. She starts screaming getting the attention of customers calling you a ghetto rat. "Go back to the south side, motherfucker!" you exclaim, spitting in your food, standing up and feeling Carl proud stares at you. Fiona comes up to you, you think she's going to scold you but you're surprised when she applauds you. "Aren't you angry? Those customers with money never came back here." she denies smiling. "No, really. You did me a damn favor, I hate those old men, they always come here and complain about the food or my people."

"Oh, that's great then!" you smile, she nods throwing a cloth over her shoulders. "We left the money on the table, Bye Fi!" Carl yells opening the front door, she yells back an "ok" you walk out of there with you feeling insanely good. "Girl, I fucking worship you! You fucked with them." Carl exclaims jumping up and down, you laugh at him. "It's no big deal. It was deserved." you get in the car, and you start it. "Certainly." he says putting on his seat belt.

You start the pickup. Carl doesn't stop looking at you for a second, especially his hair flying in the wind invading the car through the windows. He's totally mesmerized by you, and seeing you defend him in a way has only made him more in love with you than he is. He was sure you were an amazing woman when you told him you faced men who were harassing you, but he was even more sure now, seeing your enviable posture up close.

That was the thing you loved most about Carl and that he admired most about you. You two wouldn't let anyone say shit about you, or whoever was important to you. It could be the biggest truth in the world, but the Gallagher's don't let anything go unnoticed. You had a trust that he sincerely always wanted to have for him, Carl was always a bully, stealing food and hitting some carusos when necessary. But you did even worse as a kid, and it's not something you're proud of, but you were just a kid angry about not being adopted.

And when Kevin and Veronica adopted you and welcomed you into their home, things changed, but there are things that don't change. "Where you want to go?" you ask, Carl blinks a few times. "I don't know... maybe in that abandoned terrano of the Díaz's? I heard that there are some people from our school going there to smoke and skip class."

"So that's where we're going, bro." you turn the car around the corner, turning onto the avenue. "Do you have cigarettes there? My dad never leaves them in the car because of the twins." he nods pulling a box out of his pants pocket. "Here." he hands you a pack, you hold it to your lips, Carl takes your lit lighter to the end of his cigarette, lighting it, you thank him.

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[familyvideostevie]

Completely felt - I wanted to (selfishly) request a pre relationship w bradley where he like comes over to r’s place and there’s like a random assortment of handyman tasks that are either poorly done or waiting to get done. I’m in my acts of service era. But of course do not feel pressure I will love u regardless

this is so juicy i took 1000 years to write it!!! pre-relationship with the promise of something more :) <3 hope you like! | fluff, pre-relationship, 1.3k

Your new place is a dream come true apart from all of the work it needs. The sink leaks, the kitchen cupboard is crooked, the lock on the bathroom door sticks. The lawn is a mess and the brick path to the front door needs relaying and the door itself needs some paint. But it's yours. A small house in the most beautiful town you've ever seen.

It's hard to make friends as an adult in a new place but lucky for you, you've got some already. You know Nat from before she had set her sights on the sky and you've heard so much about Bob you feel like you've met him already. They both come over to help you unpack.

"This is so charming!" Nat cries when you open the door. She tugs you into a hug. "Bob, don't be shy."

"The infamous Bob," you say, smiling. He grins at you and waves before sticking out a hand.

"Hello," he says. "I feel obligated to say that anything embarrassing Phoenix has told you is probably true."

You laugh. You're about to usher them in when you see a dude in jeans and a UVA t-shirt checking out your mailbox. Nat follows your gaze and sighs.

"Rooster!" she calls. The man -- Rooster? -- snaps his head up, eyes hidden behind sunglasses. "Stop manhandling her mailbox and get in here to be useful." She looks back at you and shrugs. "He's from our squad. He knows a lot about home repair and I thought he'd be helpful since you said this place uh..."

Bob looks at the chipping paint on the front door. "Needs some work?"

"That's putting it lightly," Rooster says, walking up the brick path. Okay, kind of a dick thing to say, you think. He wiggles a few loose ones as he does so, shoving his glasses into his hair and frowning at his feet. "You're gonna break an ankle on these things." He seems to remember himself and looks up at you. He grins and it's like someone steals all the air from your lungs. Yeah, that was kind of a dick thing to say, but he's tall, tanned, and so very, very handsome.

"If you can fix them, be my guest," you say. "I'm --"

Your name rolls off his tongue like it was made for him to say. "Nat talks about you all the time. Sorry to crash the unpacking party. I'm Bradley." Nat scoffs and covers it with a cough. He sticks out his hand and you take it. It sounds ridiculous in your own mind but you swear you feel something when your skin touches. Get it together, you tell yourself.

"Wellllllll," Nat drags out. You pull your hand back and hope you're not noticeably flustered. "Shall we go inside?"

You lead the way. Bob starts to unpack your books while Nat tackles unwrapping your frames. Someone starts to play '80s classics on their phone and you're hit with a rush of gratitude. These people, two of them who don't even know you, are so quick to help. You hope the rest of their Navy friends are this nice.

The boxes of dishes seem to be calling your name so you start on those, pulling off paper and opening cabinets. Who knew you had so much shit?

You feel him next to you before he speaks. "This is a little loose," Bradley says, wiggling the kitchen faucet. "Do you mind if I fix it?"

Apparently, Nat was serious about his handyman knowledge. "Uh, sure," you say. It feels like he takes up the entirety of your small kitchen. "There's a toolbox underneath already."

"Smart," he says. You cannot believe how warm the praise makes you feel. You just met.

You start talking so he won't see how flustered you are. "Sorry if this is a dumb question," you start, not looking at him. He's tightening something, arms bulging under this t-shirt. "But should I call you Bradley? Or Rooster? Which I assume is your...pilot name?"

"Callsign," he corrects with a smile you can't help but notice. "It's up to you," he shrugs. "You'd be the only one to call me Bradley, probably."

"I just don't know how to call a grown man Rooster," you admit. He laughs.

"Fair enough," he says. He looks up from the sink and his eyes narrow on the cabinet you're opening. "Hey, careful," he says, reaching for it. His fingers brush yours as he grabs the door, moving it back and forth a little. "This looks loose. Can I..."

"Be my guest."

You have no idea how much time passes. Bradley tightens every single cabinet door in your kitchen and fixes the jammed utensils drawer as you talk about his job on base, your new one close by, the rest of the squad, the best restaurants in town. Anything and everything. Part of you wonders if you're going to wake up in your own bed and all of this is going to have been a dream.

The music pauses and Nat and Bob come into the kitchen. The sunlight through your un-curtained has changed and you realize it's been hours.

"Do you guys want to go to the Hard Deck?" Nat asks, eyes bouncing between you and Bradley. "I could use a drink."

"You can meet more of the squad," Bob says. "And Penny. She's going to love you."

"Alright," you say. It really does sound nice -- meeting new people, and starting to create your own community here. "Do I need to...change?" You look down at your own jeans and t-shirt.

"Nah," Nat says. "You're perfect as you are." Bradley hums and you allow yourself to think that it's in agreement.

"I can drive you if you want," he says suddenly. "I parked down the street."

Bob and Nat seem to do some weird pilot-WSO silent communication thing and then they smile at you both. "We'll meet you there." They're out the door and down the driveway before you can say a single thing.

"Let me grab my keys." Bradley waits by the front door, arms crossed as he looks at the chipping paint.

"Hey," he calls as you walk back towards him. "I hope you don't think I have been implying that your place is..."

"Shitty?" you supply, laughing. He grimaces as you shut the door and start across the crooked bricks.

"It's really nice," he amends. "To have your own place. You're going to make it really beautiful."

"That's kind of you."

"You can say no," he starts, and you look back at him, wondering where this is going. "But I'd be happy to get some of that stuff fixed. Paint the door, redo the bathroom lock, and relay these bri--"

Your foot catches on a half-crumbled brick and you stumble. Bradley's hand darts out to catch you by the arm firmly but not too tight.

"Whoops," you say. You look up and his face is much closer than it was, brows drawn in concern. "Thanks."

"Please let me fix these damn bricks," he says. He does not let go.

"Okay," you breathe. "Can I help?"

Bradley releases you but doesn't step back. The concern melts into amusement. "You know how?"

"No," you say, stepping carefully now. "But I bet you can teach me."

He doesn't say anything for a second and you worry that you've overstepped, you've read it all wrong, you're going to have to fake sick and beg out of drinks.

"Alright," he says. You look back to find him grinning and spinning his car keys around one finger. "I'll teach you." You manage to contain the shiver that wants to run down your spine.

All of this is exciting. A new town, a new house, new friends in Bob and Bradley and whoever you're going to meet tonight. This right here, you and a naval aviator you met a few hours ago standing in your driveway grinning at each other, feels like a beginning.

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[ultrone]

─ ౨ৎ ‧˚ drummer!gf!nat who met you at one of her concerts. you were standing in the front row next to lottie and van, who had given you their extra ticket since tai couldn’t show up last minute.

it wasn't a big concert; after all, they were an upcoming band. the show was being held in a bar close to your university, and there were around 100 people. however, the space was small, so the room was completely full.

nonetheless, even though the area was dark and everyone was jumping around to the music, nat still noticed you. and ever since she did, she couldn't tear her eyes away from you— it got to a point where even kevyn, the guitarist, had to approach her multiple times to check on her, as she was getting distracted more frequently, dumbly missing a few beats.

and the same thing happened to you—you were completely hypnotized by her. the constant eye contact throughout the show, the way the neon lights illuminated her face from various angles, the rhythmic bobbing of her head causing her hair to cascade onto her face. the way her muscles flexed as she played each drum, and the intensity with which she gripped the drumsticks, making her veins noticeable. she was so fucking hot.

thankfully, she noticed you were standing next to lottie and van. they were both her soccer teammates, and van happened to live in the same trailer park as her. so, not even five minutes after the concert ended, she leaped off the stage and landed right next to the three of you. she put up her typical nonchalant facade, and hoped that both girls would introduce her to you, and that's exactly what happened.

you had heard rumours around school about how she wasn’t the best influence—always doing whatever she wanted, not giving a fuck about what anyone said or did, skipping classes frequently and getting involved with different types of drugs and alcohol. but it didn’t take more than three outings with her to realize that she was the sweetest person ever—yeah, she could be a bit aloof at times, but who cares? she always listened to every word you said with utmost attention, noticing the little things you like or do and bringing them up later on. she always made sure you got home safely, and if she couldn’t personally drop you off, she stayed up until you texted her that you arrived safely. she never forgot to text you good morning and good night, and kept sending you memes on instagram 24/7.

what made you fall head over heels for her, though, was that one time when she got on stage slightly tipsy, snatched the microphone, and compelled the band to play "iris" by the goo goo dolls, saying “this one’s for you, y/n” while pointing directly at you. at first, you couldn't help but laugh because she looked so ridiculous, all dumb and clearly intoxicated. but then she started singing, and holy shit, her deep and raspy voice sounded so fucking beautiful, all while keeping eye contact with you the whole damn time. the second she got off that stage, you grabbed her face and gave her the most mind-blowing, soul-crushing kiss you've ever given anyone in your life.

─ ౨ৎ ‧˚ sum dating hcs

you think it's cute how her eyes always light up whenever she talks about her band or just about music in general. she had explained to you that she started the band with kevyn after talking about their shared love for the band nirvana. however, they’re heavily inspired by deftones and loathe.

whenever she has a show, she ensures that you and your friends have front-row tickets. and as soon as the show begins, the first thing she does is search for you amidst the crowd. when she finally spots you, she instantly breaks into a stupid smile, which often leads to her bandmates teasing her after the show.

she writes songs about you all the time, and a bunch of them actually made it to the final draft of their first album. despite this, she's shy about it and tries to appear casual and nonchalant when showing them to you, so as not to feel embarrassed. most of the time she doesn’t even tell you unless you bring them up 😭

“ohh you like that song? i actually wrote it for you lol.”

ever since the band started gaining popularity and going on tours, she always brings you along, often using that as an excuse to shotgun the master bedroom.

after a few months of dating, she went ahead and got your name tattooed on her bicep, and of course, you scolded her for it. but instead of taking it seriously, she simply chuckled, gave you a kiss and playfully grabbed your ass ☠️☠️ she even mentioned that she wants to get your eyes tattooed on the nape of her neck.

it became a routine for the two of you to lock yourselves up in her dressing room before each concert and have a hot make-out sesh. as a result, nat often comes out to the stage with messy hair and leftover smeared lipstick on her mouth—not that she cares at all.

she also lets you do her eyeliner sometimes, and each time you finish, you plant a big kiss on her cheek, leaving a mark of your red or dark lipstick. she proudly leaves it on her cheek throughout the entire show, showing it off to everybody.

whenever she steps off the stage and heads towards the exit with the rest of the band, she straight-up ignores all the groupies and focuses only on you. some people call her an asshole for it, but she doesn't give a damn. because no matter how much she appreciates her fans' support, you’re always her top priority, and she wants you to know that no matter how many people try to get in her way, she'll always choose you, no questions asked. you were there for her from the start, and she'll be there for you until the end.

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[evewasheretoday]

Accidents Happen: Prologue

Your mother was a hardworking woman with high hopes and your father was an honest man.

The love that your parents had for each other was unconditional and strong, it shouldn't have been a surprise that with such a love — they'd been blessed with twelve children, six boys and six girls.

While being the youngest in your family certainly had its advantages and disadvantages, this was certainly not one of them.

“I can't believe the lot of you are kicking me out!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, your voice hoarse from all the yelling. “And after everything I've done for all of you?”

“This was not our decision to make” Your oldest sister—Camelia—replied, crossing her arms to her chest.

“I told you being a slob was bound to get you into trouble someday” Your second oldest brother—Daniel—sighed.

The rest of your siblings were inside the house, smiling happily at the sight of you leaving home and being sent away to Castle Dimitrescu from the windows. 

Lady Dimitrescu's home — where most women would come to work as a maid.

You gulped. “This is not a fun experience” You told them. “You are sending me to my own death!”

Camelia and Daniel shared a look.

“You're exaggerating” Camelia responded to you. “If anything — we're doing you a favour” She grinned cheekily to you.

“Besides” Daniel added, walking toward you and ruffling your hair. “It will be good for you”

“If I don't come back, I must be dead” You mumbled.

Daniel laughed while Camelia just smiled.

“Oh, don't be ridiculous!” Camelia rolled her eyes at you. “You will survive” She said.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Counting the days since you first stepped into Castle Dimitrescu and started your work, you've been under Lady Dimitrescu's employment for two years.

Yet you still cannot get used to the screams of pain that come from the castle's dungeons nor the fear of any day being your last.

You've rarely ever seen any of the women living there. I mean, you see the other servants every now and then but the daughters?

Yeah, no. You did your best to avoid them as much as possible. Emphasis on the word did because no matter how much you tried — it just wasn't possible to avoid them entirely.

“I feel terribly sorry for that girl,” One of your coworkers spoke up.

You never believed it to be true but Lady Dimitrescu certainly did not employ any man into the castle.

All the faces you've seen and all the voices you've heard during your time here were all women.

“She has a name, Lucille” Looking around the dinner table, everyone's attention was settled on one person.

“Had,” Lucille corrected. “After her little incident with Lady Daniela, I doubt anyone will be calling her other than a fool or a slattern.” She chuckled softly. “And you know that all too well, Gabriela”

Everyone's eyes were still fixated on one person. And that was Gabriela.

“I would watch my words If I were you, Lucille” The ginger-haired woman warned. Her lips pursed into a thin line as she stared directly at Lucille, the dark brown-haired woman who glared back at her.

Dinner was usually quiet for every single woman who worked at Castle Dimitrescu under Lady Dimitrescu's employment. But today seemed like a bad day to say the least. 

Lucille and Gabriela were one of the oldest employees in Castle Dimitrescu. 

They were both already here before your own family had decided you would be better working at a place that paid so well rather than at home where you only did the bare minimum at best.

“I am but stating a fact, Gabriela” Lucille rolled her eyes. “Had she been more careful with her work, she would not have ended in the dungeons” She sneered.

Gabriela slammed her fist against the table, every other maid flinched at the sudden noise. “If you'll excuse me,” She gritted out through clenched teeth. “I shall eat in my room” She said before storming out of the dining hall.

“Well,” You mumbled, wiping your mouth clean. “That was something”

~~~~~~~~~~~

If you could kill someone with your bare hands without a thought, you'd have done it by now.

“You!” Beatrice, the head maid, called out. “Clean the library” She ordered, pointing at you with the broomstick in her hand. “And don't come back unless it is spotless”

Beatrice was quite a lovely woman.

Only if you weren't the one she was yelling at and making orders to.

“Yes, ma'am” You sighed exasperatedly before hurrying to the library.

Today just couldn't have been worse, you thought.

A shadow following you from afar, quiet like a mouse, unbeknownst to you.

#resident evil #resident evil 8 #resident evil the village #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina x reader #alcina dimitriscu x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu's daughters x reader #and yes #I'm deprived #so I decided to feed myself and my fellow deprived people of dimitrescu women

[george-weasleys-girl]

Absolutely ADORE your writing! 😍

Could you do one with Fred trying to set up George and reader please? The more ridiculous the scheme/plan the better. Freddie just screams pure extra to me but still wants to do his twin brother a solid.

Aww, thank you so much! 💕 You made my day! This was so much fun to write! I hope you enjoy it!!

The Matchmaker Pt. 1

~•~

George elbowed his twin in the arm. "Fred," he whispered. "Fred!"

"Ow, what?" Fred rubbed his arm.

"Look at Y/N," George said. "Look at how she scrunches up her nose when she's concentrating on something. Isn't it the most adorable thing you've ever seen?"

Fred rolled his eyes. "Yes, I agree she's cute. Now, go ask her out after class."

"What? No, I can't do that!" George looked horrified. "What if she says no? I don't want to ruin our friendship."

Fred rubbed a hand over his face. "I've told you a million times that she's always making lovey eyes at you when you're not looking."

"But has she told you personally that she likes me?"

"No, but--"

"Have you heard her admit it to anyone else?"

"No, but--"

"Weasleys!" Snape hovered over them like a vulture. "Is there something you'd like to share with the rest of the class?"

George's face turned beet red and he glanced over at Y/N who was giving him a sympathetic smile.

"We were just discussing the absolute genius of your most recent potions assignment." Fred replied. "How do you do it? You must tell us your secret."

Giggles and snickering broke out all over the classroom.

Snape narrowed his eyes at the twins. "Ten points each from Gryffindor for disrupting the class with your ridiculous nonsense."

~•~

Two hours later, Fred was giddy with excitement. He'd devised a plan to finally get George and Y/N together once and for all.

All he had to do was make George jealous.

~•~

"You're not going to believe what happened," Y/N said, sitting down at breakfast next to George.

"What's that?" George asked.

"I got a letter from a secret admirer."

George was reaching out to pour her some juice and froze solid.

"A what?"

"A letter. From a secret admirer," she pulled a folded up piece of parchment out of her backpack. "Do you recognize the handwriting?"

Forgetting the juice, George snatched it out of her hand, reading it out loud.

Doubt thou the stars are fire;

Doubt that the sun doth move;

Doubt truth to be a liar;

But never doubt I love.

"What kind of nonsense is this?" George asked.

"It's Shakespeare." Y/N's smile sagged a little. "Any idea who it could be from?"

George huffed. "Nope, but whoever it is has to use someone's else's words to express themselves. Pathetic."

"Oh." Y/N shoulders dropped. It was obvious now that it wasn't from George, who'd maybe disguised his handwriting somehow.

"What are you carrying on about over here, Georgie?" Fred asked.

"Look at this." George spat. "Y/N got a stupid love letter from a stupid secret admirer."

Before Fred could respond, Y/N yanked the letter from George's hands. "You may think it's stupid, but at least someone out there thinks I'm worth a little bit of romance!" She stuffed it into her backpack and stormed out of the Great Hall without another word.

Fred chewed on his lip to keep from smiling. His plan was going far better than he'd expected.

~•~

George and Y/N had been avoiding each other ever since the arrival of the letter. Fred wasn't worried, though. He expected that his twin would need a little extra nudging. Time to begin Phase Two.

The younger twin tried to pretend he wasn't watching Y/N. She and several other girls were sitting together outside, passing the letter around, most likely speculating who could've sent it. He couldn’t hear them, but he reckoned that's what they were yammering on about.

It was the second love letter she'd received in a week. 'Probably another stupid poem written by somebody else.' George rolled his eyes. If he wrote Y/N love letters, he'd write from his heart and not steal someone else's words.

George's heart ached at the sound of Y/N's tinkling laughter. She was holding the small bouquet of flowers that arrived with the letter. He rolled his eyes again. They weren't even her favorite. How could someone call themselves her admirer and not know her favorite flower? George was almost embarrassed for the poor sap. Almost.

~•~

Y/N put the bouquet in some water and placed them on her bedside. They were really quite lovely, as was the new letter. But, as lovely as they were, at the end of the day, they couldn't fill the gaping hole left by George, her best friend and the boy she loved more than anyone else on earth.

For the past week, George had refused to even look at her. She tried to pretend it didn't bother her, yet every time she tried to catch his eye and he'd look away, it was like a punch to the gut.

Y/N had considered trying to talk to him but chickened out every time. It was one thing for him to avoid her. It was a whole other to be rejected to her face. She couldn't bear it. At least in this ambiguous state, she could pretend she still had a chance.

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley x y/n #fred weasley #george weasley fluff #george weasley angst

[acourtofinkandpapyrus]

Shallow Waters: Part One (PirateRhysand x Reader)

Warnings: Arranged marriage, toxic family, swearing, drinking

Tag list:

Being the only daughter of Beron, you are expected to marry someone and be the perfect example of elegance. You've managed to make yourself completely undesirable to the other royalty, until one of the worst males visit for a party...

I walk down the gilded halls of our fathers castle on my twin brother’s arm, trying to keep a pretty smile plastered onto my face as some lord and lady I don’t recognise pass us.

My brother Lucien was born first, a relatively easy birth in comparison to mine.

I was out second, and our mother almost died giving birth to me.  My father has hated me ever since then, and most of my other brothers never let me forget it.

“This gathering of male’s that our father’s planning, you know he expects you to leave with an engagement, correct?”  Lucien asked once the couple was out of ear shot.

My lips quirked up into a smile.  Lucien was always worried about me, taking the over protective brother stereotype to new heights.

“Oh, you know that none of those fools will be leaving that room with any intention to take me as their wife.  No, not Y/n the terrible.”  I tease, elbowing him.

I had earned the nickname after my father had hosted a ball, hoping to pawn me off onto some influential family.

That night I had made sure to heckle, bother, and step on everyone’s toes.

I also drank so much that I vomited on one of my brothers.

Now that was a fun night.

Lucien didn’t laugh as he normally would though.  “I know you think yourself invincible sister, but father is growing impatient, and I’m worried.”

I roll my eyes, but don’t bother to comment, instead, asking him quietly, “Talking about marriage, when are you and Jesminda going to tie the knot?”

Lucien’s eyes went wide as he quickly scanned around, making sure no one heard me before he hissed in a low voice, “We don’t talk about her in the castle, you know that.”

I shrugged, grinning.  “That’s not an answer brother.”

He sighed wearily.  “ We don’t have any plans for the immediate future.  If father found out about us-”

Rolling my eyes, I let out an exaggerated sigh.  “You need to worry less about father and more about living!”  I exclaim throwing my arms out to emphasize my point.

I knew the importance of keeping their relationship hidden, but still, I hated seeing my brother fretting about it all the time.

His eyes narrowed.  “I know you’ve had your flings, but you don’t know what it’s like to love someone deeply yet.  And when you do, you’ll realize that you’ll worry less about ‘living’ as you put it, and more about keeping that other person safe.”

His speech makes me yawn, and he scowls.

“Are you even listening to me?”  He inquired.

“Nope!” I say, picking up my skirts and turning down an adjacent hall, running awkwardly in my heels as I shouted over my shoulder, “I’ll see you around Lucy, and you better have an answer next time I see you!”

I giggled as I ran away, hearing him mutter a curse as I did.  He hated that nickname.

As I walk, I gasp as I see my friend, Alis, who I was told would be visiting from the summer court.

“Alis!  It’s been forever!  I didn’t know you’d arrive so soon!”  I exclaim, rushing up to her and taking her bark like hands into mine as I grin with glee.  “I was told your ship had been delayed!  Something about harsh storms on the sea?”  I question, taking her arm as she gives me a soft grin, the both of us walking through the halls as we spoke.

“Actually, if you truly want to know, it was pirates.”  Alis whispered, smiling softly as my face split into a ridiculously wide grin.

“Pirates?! That’s so cool!”  I exclaim, shaking her slightly.  “You have to tell me everything.  Were they ruffians?  How many tattoos did they have?  Did they fly a black flag like the stories claim?”

Alis shushed me, laughing softly.  “It was strange.  Some of them were tattooed, yes. And they flew a black flag, but for thieves they were actually quite polite.”

I groan, and Alis looks at me curiously.

“Boring!” I exclaim with frustration, making Alis chuckle.

“If I were a pirate, I would swear and drink and cause havoc wherever I went!” I say holding up my arm as if I was holding a sword.

“Lady Y/N!”  I hear one of my father’s advisors admonish, and I roll my eyes.

“Sorry Alis, it looks like I’m about to be lectured once again about how a proper lady should behave.  I’ll see you later?”  I ask, and she nods.

“I have a date with Kendrick anyway.”  She says, and I smile as she turns away.

Those two were mates, and I envied her a bit.  I would love to be whisked away by my mate, loved and free of my wretched father.

“Y/N!”  The advisor shouted again, and I rolled my eyes as I turned, making my way over to the stout man.

I sit perfectly still as the maids braid my straight red hair into plaits that would wrap around my head as my father paced behind us.

“Y/N, I am in no mood for your antics tonight.  You will act like a proper lady.  You will court the males that arrive tonight, and find a husband among them.” He spoke, his syllables clipped as he came up behind me, the maids clearing away as he placed his hands on my shoulders, meeting my eyes in the vanity mirror.

“One way or another, you are going to be out of my house by the end of this year, do you understand?”  He snarled, and I nodded, trying to hold back a smile.

What he didn’t realize was that was exactly what I wanted.  I wanted to leave.

“Yes father.”  I murmur demurely, and he turns away, scoffing.

“You are a disgrace to this family.  Try not to bring any more shame on our good name tonight girl.”  He snapped, leaving the room in a huff.

Oh, I was going to make him regret that I’d ever been born.

Actually, he already did that.

I was going to make him regret that he’d ever been born.

I entered the ball room, making sure to have worn a dress meant for dining instead of dancing.  It was a mistake only little children made, and usually was the cause for laughter.

But I wasn’t a child.

I searched for Lucien, but didn’t see him.

I sigh, deciding to make my way to the refreshment table.  Because right now was the perfect time to get black out drunk.

“How are you dear sister?”  Eris asked, planting himself next to me at the table, already sipping on a goblet of wine.

Snatching his goblet and downing it in one swig, I responded a moment later.  “It’s as if the mother herself has decided to make my life miserable.”  I mutter.

I never had much faith, but I see Eris’s lips twist into a sort of smile, even as I get dirty looks from the other males nearby.

I snort, and he hums.

“I’m guessing you plan to spite both her and your father tonight?”  He asks, raising an eyebrow.

Giving a little shrug, I hand him back his empty cup.  “You mean our father.  Just because you don’t like him, doesn’t mean he isn’t.  Or else he would have no children.”

Eris nods.  “Of course I meant our father.”

Something’s off about his tone, but I don’t get the chance to inspect it as I feel another figure appear at my side.

I look over, and feel a shiver go down my spine as I see a tall male with black hair wearing a bone white suit.

He was handsome I guess, but he didn’t have a face you could really spot in a crowd.  The only thing that struck me were his black eyes, cunning with emotions I couldn’t read swirling in them.

My stomach gave an unpleasant twist as he smiled at me.

“Care for a dance my lady?” He asked, not sounding kind.  He sounded like a predator who had cornered their prey.

I shrug, picking up another goblet, swirling it as I respond sharply, “I’m not wearing the proper dress for it.”

He doesn’t smile, get angry, or show any emotion at all as he just stares at me in response.

“Do you like it here?”  He asks, his head tilting a little bit.

I shift uncomfortably, realizing where this male is from.

Not many things are known about Hybern, but what does travel past their borders is terrifying.

“It’s better than some places.”  I say, the remark coming out as more cutting than I meant it.

This is where he starts to smirk.  “We’ll see.”  He says simply before pushing away, disappearing quickly into the crowd.

I have a bad feeling that that will not be the last I see of that unknown male.

I manage to make an absolute disaster of the ball, and by the end I can feel my father’s flaming eyes burrowing into my back as I leave, swishing my hips as I swagger away.

I am completely drunk, and I half hate it as I stumble back to my room.

I hate that I have to degrade myself like this to stay free.

As I stumble down the hall, I see Lucien outside of my door, looking frantic.

“Lucy?”  I slur, running into a wall as I made my way towards him.

He rushed over to me, helping me into my room.

“Luce, what’s wrong?”  I ask as he lays me down on the bed.

He starts to speak, but I don’t hear what he says as I’m pulled into a deep sleep.

I woke up the next morning with a horrible headache, groaning as I tried to roll out of bed.

Damn hangovers, they lasted longer than the parties.

A knock on my door had me flopping back into bed, calling out, “Enter at your own risk!”

I was surprised to see that it was Eris at my door, even more surprised to see a worried look on his face instead of his normal sneer.

He quickly stepped into the room, shutting and locking the door behind him.  “You should really remember to lock your doors at night.”  He snapped, turning to glare at me as I kicked the covers off.

There was the brother I knew, but I could still tell that there was something off about him, a panicked sort of energy radiating from his form.

I yawned, rubbing at my eyes as I stood.  I ignored him as I headed over to the windows, throwing the curtains open.

Eris cursed and ran over, quickly pulling them shut again.  “Get dressed.  Now.”  He shouts, throwing the bag he had brought with him into my arms.

“Wait!  What’s going on?”  I ask, my stomach twisting as I realize that he’s serious.

He pulls my drawers open, sorting out clothes.  “Apparently your normal ruse didn’t work.  You’re officially engaged.”

If I wasn’t awake, I am now.  “What?” I snarl, grabbing him by his collar and pulling him away from the ornate cabinet.

He scowls, snapping, “Beron’s quite pleased, considering the groom is the King of Hybern.”

I let him go out of shock, opening my mouth to ask more questions but we’re interrupted by a stiff knock on my door.

Eris’s shoulders slump almost imperceptibly.  “Too late.”

I curse myself, move over to the door, waving Eris off into my closet.

He looks offended, but I don’t wait for him to argue, unlocking the door and pulling it open with a more than nasty look plastered on my face.

The two guards there look a little uncomfortable as I stare them down in my nightgown.

The larger one shifts uncomfortably, while it’s the smaller skinner that speaks, his voice nasally.  “We are here to escort you to your new quarters ma’am.”  He says, narrowing his eyes as he tries to peer around me into my room.

I move to block his vision.  “Hasn’t anyone told you that it’s rude to wake a female so early, or doesn’t my father’s personal guard have any manners?”

His face grew red as he stammered out, “M-Ma’am please.  We must es-”

“No.”  I snap, holding my head high as I eye both of the males.  “You both will wait out here patiently while I pack my belongings, then you can explain to me why I’m suddenly expected to move.”

I slam the door and lock it, turning back to see a annoyed Eris quietly exit my closet.

We stare at each other for a moment in silence.  There was no other way out of this unless I wanted to climb out of the window and break my neck, the room being on the highest floor.

Though, it did sound better than marrying a male known for his cruelty.

Instead of doing that though, I go to my cupboards, picking up where Eris left off.

He only stares at me for a moment, only moving to help me once I started throwing clothes at him.

I look around my new room, aware that the two guards who escorted me are still right outside, making sure I didn’t make a run for it.

There’s another knock on the door, and I roll my eyes, walking over and throwing the door open.

My annoyance fades as I see Lucien standing there, his eyes wide with worry, his outfit and hair disheveled, like he rolled out of bed and ran straight over.

I open the door wider for him, and he shoots a glare at the smaller guard before stalking in.

I shut the door, whirling around before he can say anything.  “I already know, and trust me, I have no plans on marrying some tyrant.”

He pauses, shoulders stiffening.  “You’ve always made that clear.  What are you planning to do to avoid father marrying you off this time?”

I studied him for a moment, the sudden shift in demeanor and the way he asked the question.

My eyes go wide.  “You don’t know?”  I ask in disbelief.

I assumed everyone would know by now.

He notices the way I ask, and is quick to ask, “Know what?”

I shake my head, remembering how worried he looked when he entered.  “You tell me why you're here first.”  I demand.

His eyes don’t move from mine as he speaks.  “I heard the King of Hybern is going to stay here for a few nights, his patrols have been everywhere.”

“Now what don’t I know?”  He asks, crossing his arms.

I resist the urge to play it off with humor or ignore the question all together, and instead grit out, “Father is marrying me off.  Soon.”

His upper lip twitches, threatening to turn into a snarl.  “Who?”

I glare at him.  “My true love.  Who the fuck do you think dumbass?”

Normally he would scold me for speaking so harshly, but instead his face darkens.

“You’re not marrying him.”  He snarls, and I give him a nasty smile.

“Yeah, no shit.”

He can see that I’m internally panicking, and after a moment of consideration, he walks over, pulling me into a tight hug.

“We’re going to get you out of here.”

I don’t know what to say, so I just nod, hugging him back.

#a court of frost and starlight #a court of mist and fury #a court of silver flames #a court of thorns and roses #a court of wings and ruin #acomaf #acotar #acowar #acosf #eris vanserra #eris acotar #lucien vanserra #acotar lucien #lucien #king of hybern #autumn court #autumn #beron vanserra #high lord beron #rhysand acotar #rhysand #high lord rhysand #rhysand x reader #rhysand x y/n #pirate au #pirate rhysand #Prythian #Shallow Waters #sarah j maas #lucien acotar

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

Missing you

Lan Wangji has been spending most of his time in the library pavilion ever since a particular event has taken place - of course, few people would make the connection, but Lan Xichen knows his brother far too well not to. Though the teen might appear aloof and distant, divorced from worldly matters almost, he is nothing but, a whirlwind of emotion storming behind an impassive façade.

It is an hour before curfew, and light still faintly emits from one of the library's large windows. Lan Xichen walks in, carrying a tray of tea and dried fruits for his brother to snack on.

"It is late, Wangji." Xichen begins as he pours a cup of tea for him, "You've been working here all day, you need to rest."

"I am fine." Wangji responds, flat and simple, as he copies down something from a cultivation manual. Lan Xichen picks up one of the notebooks on his brother's table to sift through, and he sees, from the corner of his eye, the way Wangji seems to tense up.

Xichen smiles, kindly, knowingly, as he reads the contents of the notebook - The Rules and Etiquette, written by none other than Wei Wuxian, the familiar signature at the end of the last page. The notebook is already annotated, mistakes are few and far between, and it is customary that the notebook be sent into the sect's archive. However, Lan Wangji seems to have wanted to keep it - and while it is not against the rules, it is not usual either.

Lan Xichen carefully closes it and places it on the table. "If you miss young master Wei, you can always write him a letter."

Lan Wangji's ears flush red instantly, and he glares at his brother much like an offended bunny. "Ridiculous."

"It's not. The two of you have spent quite some time together, and young master Wei appears to have taken a liking to you-"

"Nothing like that."

"-so I think he would be happy to hear from you, Wangji." Lan Xichen continues, undeterred. His little brother looks both murderous and flustered, and he has to try not to laugh at the adorable expression on Lan Wangji's face.

"We are not... close." He finally replies, pretending to have returned to his task. It is quite visible he didn't like saying those words, the grip on his brush unforgiving.

"Even so, you have studied together and shared precious memories. It is not a sin to miss people, Wangji."

Lan Wangji says nothing in response, wrestling with his brother's words. Of course it isn't wrong to miss people, Wangji misses... he misses a lot of people already, it's just that... does he really miss Wei Ying too? Wei Ying, who's noisy and annoying and frivolous and opinionated and audacious and... and strong and intelligent and beautiful and playful and creative and...

Lan Wangji's frown deepens, and he's only pulled out of his inner torment by the brush in his hand snapping.

Xichen hides a laugh in a cough, and hands his brother a new brush and some letter paper. "I'm sure he misses you too."

Wangji glares in place of a response.

Xichen decides to change the topic.

"Uncle has informed me we will be participating in the archery competition in Qishan this year. We begin training tomorrow."

"Mn. Only us?"

"A few others as well, but we are the main representatives." And Xichen hopes his smile isn't as mischevous as he feels it. "I have heard that the Jiang sect is going to send in young master Wei and Jiang Wanyin, as well."

Wangji does a poor job at concealing his interest in that piece of news - and he looks away, embarrassed, when Xichen imperceptibly lifts an eyebrow.

"Anyway, I will be going now. Please don't stay up late, and perhaps consider what I told you. Holing yourself up in here will not help you miss young master Wei any less, quite the contrary."

Xichen graciously and quickly leaves before his brother can react, partly because he isn't sure he can hide his laughter anymore, partly because Wangji looked just about ready to toss a book his way.

Still, Xichen hopes he's given his brother something to think about, and maybe a tiny bit of courage to reach out to his... friend.

Yes, that's the term Xichen will stick with for now, even though it's not the best fitting. Perhaps Wangji will realize this soon, as well.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #lxc #writing attempts

[wuxianxkexing]

Part 2 of Mu Qing x Reader: Stop Fucking With My Cat

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Mu Qing was left with no other options but to make an announcement in the communication array. The only other female official he knew much about was Ling Wen but he doubted that she had the time to get up to such nonsense, nor would she be inclined to do so if she did. He couldn't go around interrogating every single female Heavenly Official individually, people would think that he had way too much time on his hands and it would make him look terrible in comparison to Feng Xin who was always busy in the mortal world. He went back to his palace to fetch Echo and settled the two of them in his meditation garden next to the koi pond before entering the communication array. Like usual it was bustling with conversation, most of it meaningless but interesting nonetheless. Pei Ming was currently sharing a story about one of his recent sexcapades. Mu Qing listened politely, albeit feeling very awkward, but he couldn't but wonder how Pei Ming ever got anything done when he seemed to have such a one track mind. Honestly it was something he never quite understood, the obsession everyone seemed to have with sex. It felt like Xie Lian and Feng Xin were the only two people in the entire Heaven's who he could reliably talk to without the topic ever coming up. Even if his cultivation method didn't require chastity he still wouldn't want to hear about other people's romantic private lives. It was gross and not something he wanted the mental picture of. Thankfully he was only catching the tail end of the story and when the laughter died down he cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. "I was just wondering if anyone knows who keeps on buying things for my cat Echo?" He asked as he held up Echo for everyone to see, pointing at the pretty pink pearl collar that was once again on his neck. He was met with an awkward silence until Feng Xin spoke up.

"It wasn't me." A round of noise erupted as everyone who was present denied having any knowledge of it.

"Perhaps our General Xuan Zhen has a secret admirer?" Pei Ming teased good naturedly. Mu Qing went red.

"Why would a secret admirer buy things for my cat and not me? They must be fucking dumb." He couldn't help but bite back with an eye roll.

Feng Xin spoke up in Mu Qing's defense. "I agree that Mu Qing doesn't have a secret admirer." Feng Xin paused, before continuing "If anything they probably just feel bad for his cat so they bought him something more normal to wear." A couple of other Heavenly Official's murmured their agreement.

"You've been putting your cat into weird outfits for like a month. What, is the collar not pretty or weird enough for you?" Shi Wudu snorted. "Take the fucking hint. Cats shouldn't wear anything more than a collar, if even that. It's not like he can get lost up here."

"I am not the one who has been dressing him up!" Mu Qing replied defensively. He could already tell that no one believed him. No matter how dumb or ridiculous the claim it /must/ be true if it's about him. He rolled his eyes.

"Well I still think it's cute!" Shi Qingxuan popped in. Mu Qing sighed. Wasn't she supposed to be doing her laundry? He rolled his eyes again.

"Shut up." Shi Wudu snapped, but it was barely heard over the sound of most of the other female Heavenly Officials agreeing that it was indeed cute. Pei Ming laughed.

"Perhaps you should start dressing up your cat after all. It might help you get a girlfriend!" Mu Qing frowned. He could tell that this conversation wasn't going to go anywhere.

"I don't want a girlfriend and I don't want my cat wearing weird shit." He said firmly before dropping out of the communication array. He sat in his meditation garden for a long while just petting Echo and stewing in his own thoughts when suddenly Feng Xin. "What the fuck are doing here? Who let you in." Mu Qing narrowed his eyes. Feng Xin frowned and crossed his arms.

"Why don't you keep your cat inside if you hate him being dressed up so much?"

"Why don't you answer my questions first?"

There was a long silence before Feng Xin finally sighed and said "I'm here to talk to you and I don't know who let me in. It was some guy." Some guy eh? "So why don't you just keep Echo inside?"

"Because he deserves to be able to go wherever he pleases without being harassed." Mu Qing stuck his nose up in the air. Feng Xin rolled his eyes.

"The world doesn't revolve around you and your cat you know."

"Well it doesn't revolve around whoever is dressing him up either! He's not even THEIR cat." Mu Qing looked behind Feng Xin as a young male servant approached.

"General Xuan Zhen, Lady Ling Wen has come to pay you a visit." Mu Qing nodded and motioned for the boy to bring her over. Echo took the opportunity to hop out of his lap and ran off mewing with his hooked tail up in the air towards the peony bush a bit farther back in the meditation garden. Mu Qing let him do his thing and rose to greet Ling Wen as she arrived.

"Lady Ling Wen." Both Mu Qing and Feng Xin paid their respects, which she returned.

"General Xuan Zhen I'm afraid that I really need...Hmm?" Ling Wen spoke but trailed off, staring firmly behind Mu Qing's shoulder. Mu Qing furrowed his brows and turned around to follow her gaze only to see some strange girl crawling between the bushes with Echo in one hand and the other supporting her weight.

"STOP RIGHT THERE!" Mu Qing demanded in his most authoritative voice. The girl froze and looked over at him nervously. "What the fuck do you think you are doing." Mu Qing strutted over and grabbed his cat back. "This is MY cat and MY garden. Explain yourself now." Mu Qing pulled out his saber and pointed it at the girl with one hand while holding Echo close to his chest with the other.

"Nothing! I was just playing with the cat!" The girl sat upright on her knees and put her hands in the air. "I'm sorry!" Feng Xin walked over as back up but paled when he got a good clear look at the girl's face. Mu Qing realized who it was at the same time Feng Xin did.

"Have you not offended the entire Heavens enough already!?" He squinted his eyes at the girl. "Why are all of your followers so fucking crazy?" He spat back at Feng Xin. Feng Xin immediately defended himself.

"She is not my follower!"

"She fucking prayed at your palace within minutes of ascending. I'm pretty sure she's fucking yours." Mu Qing rolled his eyes.

"I'd hardly call that praying! You can't force someone to pray!" Mu Qing huffed as if he didn't believe him but silently knew that Feng Xin was right.

This was Y/N. When she ascended about 6 months ago she immediately got into a fight with Pei Ming, beat him up, made him go to Feng Xin's palace and physically forced him to kowtow to the statue there until Xie Lian showed up and talked her into letting him go. Apparently she thought the God of Immense Masculinity was the God of Respecting Women and she prayed aloud for the God of Immense Masculinity to teach Pei Ming how to respect women while she slammed his face into the ground repeatedly. Then she claimed to be the God of Immense Masculinity herself, cursed out Pei Ming and Feng Xin for being useless and accused them of not being real Gods, stripped naked to fight a few of Feng Xin's security officers because she "didn't give a damn about making them feel comfortable when they don't give a damn about making people in the human realm feel comfortable" and then got arrested by officers from Jun Wu's palace. Most Heavenly Official's didn't know what to think of it when they heard. Mu Qing thought it was funny and sad that Feng Xin sent his security to deal with her when he could've handled it so much quicker but also wasn't surprised. He would let a naked lady burn down his entire palace before he would personally step in to physically stop her.

If it wasn't for Xie Lian (who was fond of her because she was actually one of his worshippers at Puqi Shrine), Pei Ming (who probably only wanted her to stick around so he could try to seduce her again) and Feng Xin (after he realized how the other two wanted the matter handled) pleading on her behalf she would've been the second quickest to get kicked out of heaven after ascending. It was one thing to beat up another God, Feng Xin and him did it to each other all of the time, but forcing a God to pray to another God and falsely claiming to be a God you weren't were big taboos. Despite being pardoned she had ruined her Heavenly career before it had even started and was a pariah. The one and only time Mu Qing had ever seen her was at her trial, but it was hard to forget the face attached to that scandal. Still it was more fun to claim that she was Feng Xin's though, so he continued to do so just to mess with him. "You need to take responsibility for your followers actions! I knew that you were the one behind this."

Y/N spoke up again softly. "I'm sorry I thought this was a public park and I just like cats. I didn't mean to trespass." She gave what she hoped was an innocent smile.

Mu Qing wasn't convinced. "Bullshit, this place is crawling with guards. What did you do to them?"

"I never once saw a guard, maybe you should get better ones." Y/N pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. Mu Qing knew that was bullshit. His guards would never dare to slack off. Either she incapacitated them or she was able to sneak past them somehow. Mu Qing called over the servant boy and told him to check-in with all of the guards on shift.

"If a single hair on any of their heads is injured you will pay for it." Mu Qing darkly threatened. Why was everyone sneaking into his palace today? It was one thing for Feng Xin to "sneak" in, Mu Qing had told his guards long ago that he doesn't give a fuck what Feng Xin does in his palace and to let him be. He trusted Feng Xin not to steal or break anything and it was a fun part of the little irritating games they played with each other. Y/N though? Definitely an unwelcome guest who should have never made it this far without being challenged.

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Here's the link to part 1! I feel like there is a better way to link this but I guess I'm just too lazy to figure out how to hyperlink properly.

#heaven official's blessing #mxtx tgcf #mu qing x reader stop fucking with my cat #mu qing x reader #mu qing

[aglaean]

22. A childhood memory

Heavy weighs the book in her hands. It leads her in a downward trajectory as she approaches Dozla. She liked it when history was kept in neatly in books. When it was something she could hold (theoretically, her hands barely met around this tome), it felt like it wasn't going to just detach and float away from her. Those ridiculous scholars Uncle hired, tripping over books, unravelling pages, feeling words crumble beneath their finger tips, they knew just how flighty the whole thing was. The price of history is dear in the moment, heavy in the making, but it has this unpleasant tendency of slipping away.

It was a different story entirely, of course, if you were a hero. If fame carried your name throughout the lands. Heroes do not get forgotten! But, a horrible part of her, one L'Arachel spent most of her time ignoring whispers. In history, there are no heroes.

It was all his idea, of course: Say, Princess L'Arachel, you've spent an awful long time looking out that window, why don't we read that book you're holding? Said in soft tones, as if she were a mewling babe! She, L'Arachel could read perfectly fine, thank you very much. Reading was of the utmost importance to her lately, and if she was to begin to accrue fame, she supposed being known as a child prodigy was a start. With a huff which was more a prompt for compliments at her kindness in agreeing to bless him with her presence, she turns to face him.

She stops. Feels the sun on her face. Warm as a mother's hand.

It's a warm spring afternoon; the windows to her room are barred. She can hear birdsong tapping against the glass, the impatient sound of a visitor demanding entry.

She wants to go outside. She wants to hear birdsong without thinking of the woods. But she allows herself to be pulled away by Dozla. He directs her to a chair, and she sits, unconsciously. She really wished he would stop looking at her like that - all bunched up brows, and a mouth trying to say something that can't come out.

Why didn't any of the grown-ups see that she was perfectly fine? Pure nonsense.

'Come, Dozla, you may read to me.'

With that he grins, the corners of his eyes crinkling, further embedding smile lines that seem to be more of an inevitability with Dozla than any sign of approaching age. Why, she wouldn't be surprised if he had just been born that way. When she was bored it tickled her to imagine him in his mother's arms, wrinkled and guffawing.

It's his smile lines that she associates with him more than anything. She doesn't remember him for anything else. Not his axe, not his ridiculous beard (the only time Dozla had ever refused his princess was when she offered up her premium beard-cutting services), and not how his smile wavered in this moment, just a little, looking at her in the sun. Sitting next to her, he opens his hands, palm up, as if offering her a gift. She almost drops the book trying to hand it over.

'Easy there! What, are you trying to take me out or something?'

She laughs at this. It's not his best work, but it's enough.

'Now,' He grouses in feigned indignation, before pushing up his reading glasses, 'Where were we?'

'Please, start from the beginning.'

'AHEM...'

In an age long past… Evil flooded over the land. Creatures awash in the dark tide ran wild, pushing mankind to the brink of annihilation. In its despair, mankind appealed to the heavens, and from a blinding light came hope. THE SACRED STONES. These five glorious treasures held the power to dispel evil. The hero Grado-

She glances askance at him, eyebrow raised.

'Ah, apologies princess, the hero Latona, who was perfection beyond all compare and greatly resembling a certain future princess of Rausten…'

She drifts off. It's a familiar story. One she's heard time and time again. The familiar scrape of Dozla's fingers on each page, the intakes of breath, the dramatic pauses. She knows it all.

Truly, it was strange. Her ancestor's terrors were now her bedtime stories. But, that wasn't what she was thinking in that moment, was it? No, she wouldn't revisit the old nightmare until it seemed to start up all over again.

Instead, she was thinking about a duo of valiant heroes. Saviours of Rausten, and their daughter. Very brave, and entirely righteous. They had to leave her behind, to save the world. Much like Latona. But, when they left, her Uncle's historians didn't rush to write it all down. No one else would talk to her about them. All she had left was a letter.

One she was slowly learning to read.

#in character: lights laughter alliteration! #asks: consult my wisdom! #((thank u sm for the ask)) #((enjoy? some rare l'arachel angst it doesn't happen often But :] these memory asks are probs gonna cause it to happen a looot more)) #((have I mentioned that I love Dozla with every single breath I draw)) #((his voice in this is really heavily inspired by the grandad played by peter falk in the princess bride)) #((it started unintentionally I SWEAR)) #((also also the section in italics is just ripped straight from the sacred stones prologue hehe)) #((all that talk abt mankind always makes me think of the intro to guilty gear fights HEAVEN OR HELL:)) #((also I'm gonna be answering asks as and when I get ideas so sorry if I don't get round to people's in good time :sob:))

[frostypoppy]

opinions on blossutch,,, thoughts, headcanons, or maybe you hate it now idk.

This is going to be a long post because there are so, so, so, so many thoughts I have on Blossutch. I think about them, at least, once a day, to keep me sane.

Blossom has always been my favorite puff. There's something about A-Type characters and me, we just jam together. Butch, on the other hand, grew on me so freaking much when writing and expanding on what his character can be. He's a crackle of energy and lives in the moment and is kind of all over the place, but he just wants to make whatever he's doing fun for himself and those around him. The dude is observant and better at understanding people than you may think.

This is kind of where I like to find their balance. Butch brings a needed spontaneous nature into Blossom's by-the-books life. She helps him want to get organized, or at least, motivates him to figure shit out and have a direction to whatever he pleases. She thinks analytically, he thinks with emotions; they see both sides of things and learn together. Blossom, let's face it, is a perfectionist, it's her fatal flaw, but Butch is a person who's okay with failing and trying again. Seeing that from the person she admires dearly, eases her fears and it's what allows her to feel the most comfortable with Butch. Blossom is the one person who takes Butch seriously when no one has, and he's pretty sure she's the first person to ever turn to him for advice or acknowledge his intellect. He's loud and obnoxious and outgoing, he's absolutely ridiculous to be with, but he's also the person Blossom has laughed the hardest with and why she's more willing to put herself out there and open up to people. And with Blossom, Butch finds the beauty of what can be said in the silence.

As far as head canons:

Growing up, Blossom didn't think much of Butch other than twitchy ruff, and for Butch, she was girl Brick. They don't really interact beyond puff/ruff feuding and school bump-ins, until later in high school when they're assigned as lab partners and from it, a budding friendship into best friends that doesn't take a turn until their mid-twenties.

Blossom is the big spoon. Always.

They're the kind of couple whose favorite thing is just to be with each other. They could be waiting at the DMV for hours, or suffering from food poisoning, but if it's together, it was the best day. This also makes them the worst couple to invite places. Because if you invite one, you best believe the other will be there, and they kind of will do their own thing. This isn't a diss or intentional, it's just they have the most fun when with each other.

Shouldn't be surprising, but they are THAT couple when it comes to PDA. Butch is a touchy, puppy dog kind of a guy, and Blossom has come to understand and accept his need for physical touch. Besides, he's hot and she's allowed to make out with him whenever she so pleases.

They are terrible sleepers. Butch has too much energy to get more than two-three hours if he's lucky. Blossom, either overworks herself or her mind overthinks. This leads to them having a lot of late-night hang-outs/dates at the start of things, and when they do move in together, they find it a bit easier to sleep until an acceptable five to six hours.

They have the worst taste in media consumption. Their watchlist consists solely of whatever is ranked low on IMDb, and probably the reason that one shitty show you swear no one watches got renewed. The same goes for Blossom's choice in non-academic reading. Any of those terrible romantasy books you've heard about, she's torn through it with highlighted passages and colored sticky tabs on all the cringy dialogue/plot holes/questionable smut. She rants to Butch about them often, and sometimes, he'll quote something to see if she notices (primarily the spicy stuff). 97% of the time she catches it, and 3% of the time she's embarrassed a line worked on her.

Butch buys her flowers every other week just before the last bouquet is about to die.

Butch is and will always be ACAB, and he is strongly against any superhero organization. He gets Blossom and her sisters are genuinely trying to make a difference and help people, but superheroing sometimes involves collaborating with cops. Unless there's an attempt of assault or murder, Butch won't get involved even if it's happening right in front of them. This tends to be their biggest disagreement because Blossom understands his personal grievances and she agrees to a point with him, but she does wish he'd helped out when a robbery or monster attack derailed their date night.

Before they even got together, they were relationship people. Blossom's past ones were known to have at least a two-year minimum, and Butch had a hard time entertaining anything if he wasn't committed due to his quickness of boredom.

Blossom's humor is saltine-cracker dry and her jokes are often taken as rude because not a lot of people realize she's attempting a joke, they don't even think she's capable of telling one. But ask Butch, and he'll tell anyone willing to listen she's the funniest person he's ever met.

While I'm a color-crack shipper first, I do love other ships (brickercup, the blues, bubbles and/or boomer having a queer relationship with a normie), and I like to think of Blossutch as the constant. There has to be a time of wacky hijanks that lead to them and the others breaking into the multiverse later in life, and while their siblings are disgusted/perplexed by whoever is paired differently with them, Blossom and Butch are together in every alternative timeline they are shown.

Okay, okay. I think that's more than enough. Before I go, I wanted to say thank you for this ask. I've been putting off a Blossutch project I have planned for a summer release (hence why I think about them daily) and this definitely got the ol' brain working in the right direction. Hope this was something worth reading, lol.

#blossutch #powerpuff girls #can you tell how much I love them? #blossom utonium #butch jojo #ppg blossom

[sorry-i-ship-drarry]

Come away with me

Word 7: Car 

“On today’s special we have George Marwin here to talk about the collapsing econo-"

Draco switched the channel. It made the buzz sound for a while before it finally landed up on a station and the song played out on its own.

It was, Come away with me by Norah Jones.

Draco reached the radio to change the station again but his fingers stopped him before he could actually change it.. Today he decided he won't change. Not today.

"Can we just put on some songs?" Harry practically whined as he became all the more restless with the journey.

Draco huffed and turned on the radio and Come away with me started playing and he was about to change it but Harry shoved his hand away.

"Let it play. It's a beautiful song. Come away with me and I will write you a song." Harry sang.

Draco turned his head to see Harry singing with such an off tune but singing with so much passion and rolling the windows down that made his hair a mess because of the breeze.

He kept looking at Harry as he noticed the colour of his eyes in the drowning sun from far off the road and how the sun reflected on his face. If Draco had to use one word for how he looked it would be, exquisite but he looked so much more than that, he looked somber, like a canvas painted in all your favourite and beautiful colours. He looked so beautiful that Draco wondered how did he not look at Harry more often.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Harry asked as he noticed Draco still looking at him more than the road.

"what way?" Draco asked.

"Like- just like- you've never seen it before." Harry said but he knew the words he was actually trying to phrase were that he had never seen someone as beautiful but he didn't say it, just yet.

"I've just never realised how beautiful you really are." Draco admitted.

Harry visibly blushed. He doesn't understand how Draco still has that fluttering effect on him but he still does and whenever it happens, he can't stop smiling.

Draco added when he noticed Harry trying to fight off a smile, "You're beautiful when you smile. I love your smile."

Harry blushed even more then turned his head away and buried it in his hands while Draco chuckled at him.

"Why did you have to actually admit it? You never compliment me." Harry groaned again.

Draco smiled, "Just because I don't say it often doesn't mean I don't feel it, that I don't think you're beautiful. I actually believe you're the most beautiful person I've ever met."

"You'll kill me. Stop. Go back to being the Draco who says I look like a mess and that I wear ridiculous clothes."

Draco laughed. He brought his hand closer to Harry's face and made him look at him.

"Sometimes it's just fun to see you this flustered. Look at you, blushing till you can't stop."

"Ugh, Draco- I hate you." Harry turned away groaning.

Draco still laughed, "I love you, too."

But in a few minutes Harry told him he loved him too and that Draco was a stupid ass who looked beautiful too.

As he made it through the song, he didn't realise the tears that had slipped down his cheeks until he saw himself in the rear view mirror of his car. He wiped away the tears from the back of his sleeves and changed the channel again.

It wasn't the same anymore. This song wasn't the same anymore because he no longer heard it with Harry. He had not even heard that song in months because he knew it reminded him of Harry and he was trying to cut off from everything that reminded him of Harry but he has been trying so hard for the last few months. He has done an incredible job at holding back his tears, at holding back his feelings, at holding back his ache. All of it he pushed behind a door but today it slipped past that door and he couldn't stop crying.

He pulled over to the side of the road and rested his head against the steering, his heart heavy and his throat constraining him. He stayed there a long time reminiscing over the lost love that would never return until he stopped crying and looked at himself. He finally wiped away all the tears, he built up his walls again, he turned off the radio and drove off like all of that never happened at all.

But it happened and it hurt him but sometimes things don't work out the way we want it to and Draco was a victim of a love story that was never meant to last.

Tagging some of y'all for a boost, don't hesitate if you're uncomfortable with the tag <3

@phoebe-delia ​ @chinike @elenaxoxo22 ​ @thecornerofbelu @nv-md ​ @cissa-bee @missdrarrydawn @littlebodybigheartttt @harryandginnydeservesbetter @draco-lucious-malfoy @textrovert-01 @inflation-of-mind @dearly-devoted-dawdler @drarrywords @loves-to-read-fanfic

#drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #draco x harry #drarry prompt #harry potter fanfiction #drarry ship #drarry fic #drarry microfic #harry potter microfic #draco malfoy microfic #drarry december #december #drarry drabbles

[mlobsters]

supernatural s9e18 meta fiction (w. robbie thompson)

i'm trying to not be negative and expecting something bad but my mood took a massive nosedive a few hours ago so we'll see

whatever thin excuse this was to get jackles in a not-impressive-water-pressure shower

looks like one of my kids drawings in crayon. i did like the sound effects on it when it was pulsating though (watch with headphones so i think i can appreciate the foley etc a lot more than i would otherwise). still could not give two shits about angel politics

i know the set decorators must be having fun (and i sincerely appreciate that they've moved away from the weird campy dividers that were always ridiculously over the top) but tiny vintage fridge and vintage stove :p

all right the hackery command line interface to open an image attachment made me laugh, thanks show

he looks good! i like the hair (which is mostly lighting). guess we're just handwaving that he was dead. ahh it was fake and he's a trickster, tada. not complaining per se, just again...

i don't have the brain cells to try to factor in what the whole metatron meta fiction bullshit implications are

GABRIEL Yeah, but I got hurt in the fall, too, used most of my juice to get back into porn. (pause) That came out wrong. So did that.

that was awkwardly delivered. to go with the awkward line

GABRIEL Hey, what's up, shorties? Remember me, the guy who died for your sins? No, not the cat with the beard and sandals… the hot one.

jesus-free christianity but we'll occasionally vaguely acknowledge he exists

GABRIEL Bitch, please. You've been God more often than Dad has. CASTIEL Yeah. Look how that worked out.

made me laugh

CASTIEL Well, we need a leader. And I'm happy it's gonna be you.

cas, remember what we talked about. make good decisions!

metatron meta fiction bullshit revealed and

not feeling it.

GADREEL He told you that he has always felt that way, that he thinks you are just a scared little boy who's afraid to be on his own because daddy never loved him enough? And he is right, isn't he? Right to think you are a coward, a sad, clingy, needy... DEAN Keep it up! GADREEL Pathetic bottom-feeder who cannot even take care of himself, who would rather drag everyone through the mud than be alone, who would let everyone around him die!

been a minute since someone pushed these buttons but with the extra bite of sam's rejection and whatever we're deciding the mark does

while i'm super tired of angel politics, i'm glad they have a good actor for metatron. he's making his part of it engaging, at least

dean is not a happy camper. sam and cas though are getting along swimmingly

i don't think i've ever heard this version of the sun ain't gonna shine anymore?? frankie valli apparently. i like it. more popular version is by the walker brothers. AND the cher version was very memorably used in the x-files episode post-modern prometheus

and unrelated to anything but every time that song gets to the line "when you're without love" i keep expecting "i did it my way"

anyway, good use of the song! i've really enjoyed a handful of licensed music choices the past couple? seasons

looking rather.... ~demonic~

every time i see it written as cass, i smile. because that's how people say it! cas would be caz. that's my fandom bugbear :P

i don't, again, have the processing power to think about the implications of this. god/metatron is writing the outline but how it's played out in the details can vary? i thought.... something... made free will an actual thing. no fate but what we make. ugh, that was too long ago for me to remember right now

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 9x18 #the xfiles #post modern prometheus #the sun ain't gonna shine anymore #cher #the walker brothers #frankie valli #robbie thompson #Youtube

[jirnkirks]

Dr. Nerd Pacheco and Dr. Haruta Byrd study necromancy. A deal is struck with Famous Owens. (Nerd's not-boyfriend, Hades Tiger, and a little more desperate than Nerd realized.)

- a short moment between nerd and famous, just before one of the many necromancies of season twenty three.

I blame stara (@thehallstara) because we both accidentally brainrotted ourself into this.

Quick bg: nerd pacheco (they/them) is an academic who got Shelled and rolled into Hades for a season before being swapped to the Pies. Famous Owens (they/them) is a face stealing mask wearing demon who's been a tiger for a long long time and despite their evasive masks, once made the mistake of confiding in a giant peanut shell. Now they joyride across town because Nerd got superpeanutted and famous has so many problems.

It's not exactly a secret, what Nerd is doing. What they, Haruta and a constellation of players were doing across the league. Debt dissuaded few people.

Famous doesn't talk about debt or that Tuesday at all- Tigers rarely did now, after 3 debts, a fistful of decades, and an immunity that most tried not to hold a grudge over later.

Maybe Nerd should have asked earlier, before they ask for a favor over a glass of wine. A small one really. Just access to one of the more reliable necronomicons hidden in one of Hades' locked doors. Nerd had prepared for it, for an easy yes, for a no, for a list of things Nerd could give for the demon's help. 

"That's all, darling? Nerd, darling, you know I'm capable of so much more," Famous says, flashing them a grin. They let go of their drink, leaning in. "Anything at all really," they drawl out, leaning in. Nerd swallows- Famous' gaze was magnetic, even from behind their mask, and there was the ever familiar honey drawl that Nerd had liked, but the grin is predator sharp and there are alarm bells ringing in the back of their head. Famous' fingers dance along Nerd's arm- a familiar habit when Famous was feeling playful, like a tiger before a kill. 

And yet Nerd is tempted. Whatever Famous is thinking, it's not a no. And Nerd thinks, though maybe they wouldn't mention this part to Haruta, that their hot not-partner was terribly appealing when they slipped and showed the edge under that razor grin. And there was an edge, no doubt, even if they wielded it without discrimination, one Nerd wishes they knew how to posses. Even with Dr. Grackle's help, the two of them were railroaded and turned around at every step. If Famous was known for anything, it was for getting what they wanted. And Nerd thinks they know Famous maybe a little better on average, but maybe not well enough to know what Famous would ask for. 

"I, ah, I didn't realize you were so interested in necromancy- ah, no?" Nerd winces at the look Famous shoots him. 

"No, I don't care about your nerd shit," 

"It is not-"

 "Your stupid, ridiculous nerd shit that will probably get people killed again, darling, but I would never be one to judge a little murder." 

Nerd opens their mouth- debt was wholly possible to avoid and perhaps within reach, and there were studies and papers- and the words die in their mouth, because the look Famous sends them is the most honest they've ever been. Famous pats their hand. "Yes I'm sure you're very smart, the same way I'm sure the Garages and Nagomi thought themselves very clever. I don't really give a fuck, darling. But it'd be just lovely if you succeed and I want you to do so in Philly."

"Ah, so you've heard about Flattery and Nanci's plan then." Nerd says. Famous laughs, tinkling like shattering glass. "Hiroto will work herself into a fit if you ask her about it. I'm fairly certain that's why the Georgias won't talk to her about it even if all of Wild High has heard of it."

"So is that it then? You'll help as long as we do it in Philly?" Nerd asks. "In Philly, keep that information between you and Haruta, don't even tell them I'm helping you, Wilcox will scream my ear off if she hears," Famous corrects Nerd, rolling their eyes. Going through the motions, Nerd can't help but feel. Nerd covers the hand resting over their furred arm, moving it between their hands. Their hands were always chilly but they slowly start to warm between Nerd's hands. Famous seems to sigh, deflating and losing the sudden tension. 

There's none of the spark in Famous' eyes right now, no playfulness. "I'll help however you need, just make sure you beat those two to it. I never bet on losing horses, darling, so I'd like you to swear that you and Haruta will do your best to ensure Wild High doesn't see debt again."

 They hold out their other pinkie finger, wiggling it playfully. Haruta might not be pleased with them. But they can figure out how to explain it later- all the pies Famous had their finger in, the earnestness of Famous' request even if no one would believe it. Nerd hooks their fingers together, nodding. "Alright then, sounds like a deal." 

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