#anyway i shouls be asleep

[starringmj]

Am I crazy or is literally no one talking about the Tempest art that Devmalya Pramanik made?

#maybe I'm just not looking hard enough #cause im jut finding out about it now #anyway i shouls be asleep #tempest monroe #spiderman 2099

[the-furies]

mman e-chem & drama r missing out

#pk;m encyclopedia🔵 #Banana Lobotomy. #e-chem's fucking died [asleep] iyaevent seen drama in a hot minute [couple irl days]. #i am up front alone and the gummy. it's #fuit gummie adventures #omg i shoule wake pansy up and torture her with cocomelon-ing #i got distracted for line 20 mins after typing this. ok anyways bye

[heavysoldat]

lemonade

neighbor!bucky barnes x housewife!reader

devastated by the spreading talk of your husband’s affair, you’re desperate to find a way to get back at him— and who to do it with.

warnings: smut (cunnilingus, unprotected sex, dirty talk, manhandling, praise & light degradation, creampie, breeding) mutual cheating, insecurities, hints to abusive relationships

(highly inspired by this song)

“How is it?”

The incessant whirring of the washing machine is tunneling in your head, adding to the stress induced migraine you’ve already received. But the man in front of you is more than chipper, smiling as he takes in more of the pie you’ve prepared.

“Amazing.” James compliments, mouth full of cherries and crust.

You give him a smile; weak, barely breaching your smile lines- but if he notices, he doesn’t say anything.

“You just seemed hungry.” You muse. “Working outside all morning has gotta make you starved.”

“Well, I won’t turn down a fresh pie, that’s for sure.” He says, washing his mouth down with the lemonade you generously whipped up.

“Your husbands gonna be one happy man, comin’ home to this.” James wipes his face down with a patterned napkin, leaning back into the oakwood dining chair.

You stare ahead blankly, trying to push away the anxiety that’s eating into your stomach like termites— but nothing goes. You can’t explain what you’re feeling, what you’ve been hearing. The secret your husband has been keeping of his affair had no longer been kept, revealed to you by your best friend in town.

She told you about how she saw him, heard him with one of his female colleagues, noticed how much time they spend together daily. How often they both seem to be working late.

The pain you had felt had eaten at you rabidly. You spent days festering, barely able to clean the house without breaking down in sobs, thankful that your husband worked a nine to five and didn’t see the way he made you ache.

You couldn’t give him that. You wouldn’t.

“He’s working late today.” You say, smile deteriorating. “Probably won’t be home until I’m asleep. He’s not that big of a fan of my cooking, anyway.”

James’ eyebrows furrow, “Does he not have tastebuds? You’re a genius in the kitchen, I swear.”

That makes your cheeks heat up, adding to the warmth of the summer weather. “Well, thank you, James.”

“Friends call me Bucky.” He winks, crossing his arms against his chest.

“Bucky it is.” You say.

Bucky is a well-dressed, hard working man from across the street, always tending to his yard or making the exterior of his house fresh. You had always found him attractive. From the day he moved in a few months back he had been in the back of your mind, swirling.

You kept pushing it back, determined to be a faithful doting wife— but it seems that ideal was one-sided.

That gave you an excuse, and excuse to make your vaulted desires come forward. You won’t let your husband see you suffer, but you will let him see you thrive.

You even put on your nicest dress.

“You don’t work?” Bucky asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, no.” You say, “I’m a homemaker.”

“You should be a chef.” He jokes, picking at his plate with a fork.

You giggle, “I don’t have the time.”

“Eh, well,” He says, cleaning off the rest of his dish, “Guess I’ll have to be your pie test subject, then.”

That makes you smile, but more genuine- a spread of butterflies flowing inside your stomach.

You stand up to grab his plate, picking it up and carrying it to the sink to wash.

“Oh, I would’ve gotten that.” Bucky says, sitting up.

“No, no, it’s fine!” You say. “You’ve been working. I got it.”

You bend down to get dish soap, making a show of letting your dress skirt ride up to air your white, lace panties. You linger for just a second too long, before coming back up and actually washing his plate.

As you head back, you wipe off your skirt, dusting off anything that had gotten on it. You don’t miss the way he stares at your thighs, nor the way his eyes drift to your chest as you lean forward.

“I should probably go. Gotta lot to work on.”

As he stands, you grasp his arm, stopping him. “So soon? I could make you some more lemonade.”

You watch as he eyes your hand on his arm, thumbing his flannel with rubbed circles, then gazing back at you.

“As much as I’d love that, I’m pretty behind. I’ll definitely be back, sweets.”

You smile, reaching to paw at his other arm. “I like your company. It gets lonely here, without my husband… having you around is nice.”

“I’m glad.” Bucky says, staring down at you. “I like your company, too, doll.”

You bite down on your lip, playing at the strings of his flannel. “Then why don’t you stay? Just for a little while longer?”

Bucky’s eyes narrow, taking a long, considerate pause.

“If I didn’t know any better-“ He notes, speaking slowly, “I’d say you had ulterior motives for invitin’ me over.”

You give him your best doe-eyed look, letting him sit in the silence.

Of course you did. You got up early, dawned on your nicest matching lingerie set and prettiest dress- just to bake a pie and lemonade for him. It’s pathetic, it’s desperate, but you haven’t felt this giddy since you first started dating your husband.

Bucky’s eyes widen just enough to expose the whites of it. He doesn’t know what to say, really, eyes flickering from to every point he can, debating every option that’s being presented to him on fucking porcelain.

“Your husband…” He trails.

“He’s not here.” You note. “He won’t be for a while. I told you he’s working late.”

“Doll…”

“Yeah?”

“What are you playin’ at here, exactly?”

You contemplate what to say, how to say it. You’re unsure if it’s even a good idea, if you’re more motivated by revenge or desire— but both are clouding your head.

“I want you to fuck me like he never could.”

Bucky can’t help the way his mouth opens. He can feel his cock throb in his jeans, already half hard since he saw you in that godforsaken dress. You’re like the devil.

“I don’t wanna be the guy who ruins a marriage.” He objects, despite his own desires.

“Trust me,” Your hand rises up to grip his face, “It’s already been ruined.”

Bucky’s hands move almost against his will. Sliding down your back, hovering over your ass under your dress, his breathing shaky.

“He doesn’t fuck you right? That it?”

“He doesn’t fuck me at all, cause he’s too busy fucking another woman.”

That settles it for him.

His mouth practically swallows yours, hands grabbing your ass with force while his tongue invades your mouth. You can do nothing but moan, whining into his throat as you hold onto him.

He turns, picking you up and placing you on the kitchen table. You clatter against silverware, but he pushes them off before they stab into your skin- letting them clammer onto the tiled floor.

He moves to press open mouth kisses on your neck, already pulling the cups of your dress down, followed by your bra to reveal your breasts. He wraps a hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking as he massages the other one, reveling in the way you moan above him.

Bucky’s pushing up your skirt, pressing kisses down your stomach and your legs. He mouths around your inner thighs, teasing to where you need him most.

“Please,” You pant, pinching at your own nipples.

Bucky sliiiiides your panties down your legs, letting them fall to the ground beneath you. He lets out a grunt at the sight of your pussy, glistening and wet. Just for him.

“Your husband make you this wet?”

“Mm-mm,” You hum, “Never.”

That makes him grin. A shit-eating, cocky, son-of-a-bitch grin, but god, is it sexy.

He presses kisses to your mound, before licking a broad stripe up your folds. That has you moaning, legs squirming- but he’s quick to hold you back down.

You’re gasping while he sucks around your clit, fingers catching in your wet hole and sliding in and out. He’s moaning at your taste, sending vibrations against your clit that have you reeling.

He’s practically buried himself inside your cunt, devouring you like cherry pie. His mouth moves to suck down, before his tongue slides into your hole, his fingers replacing his tongues previous placement at your clit.

“I’m- I’m close,” You whine, pulling at his dark hair.

You feel his movements get faster, urging you to teeter off that edge. The high he’s building is unlike one you’ve felt— it’s cold, lighting inside your legs and stomach, building up so tight you can feel it about to snap.

And when it finally does, Bucky has to hold you still. He’s moaning with you, letting you ride out your orgasm by using his face.

When you come down, you’re panting, watching as he comes back up with a glistening mouth. He wipes off the sides, sucking around his fingers to get the last of your taste.

You reach out for him, which he gladly accepts. He brings you in for another kiss, reaching down to unbuckle his belt and pull down his jeans.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Mhm,” You moan, legs still tingling with a post-orgasmic haze.

“Say it, honey.” Bucky grunts, pulling down his boxers and stroking at his cock. You whimper at the sight— it’s thick, bigger than your husband’s, tip practically weeping.

“I need you to fuck me, please, I want it so fucking bad.” You beg, watching as he slides the head of his cock around your folds. “Please.”

Bucky’s cock catches in your hole, sliding into your wet heat with ease. You both whine at the feeling of him bottoming out, pressing kisses around every piece of skin on the other you can reach.

“Fuck,” He moans. “So fuckin’ tight, honey— he really doesn’t fuck ya, does he? This was all you needed, a good fuck, someone to make you cum hard, treat ya like the little slut you are. Well I’m here, honey, and I’m fuckin’- shit, I’m not leaving.”

He starts to fuck into you, balls slapping against your ass with the furious pace he’s already set. He’s grunting, groaning at the feeling of your warm cunt, head thrown back in pleasure.

“Yeah,” You moan, whining at the feeling of him using your pussy, “Fuck, just like that, please!”

“Yeah? You like that?” He moans, “Like me fuckin’ using your pussy?”

You can’t reply- too fucked out. You just moan, mumbling incoherently, pussy clenching around his moving length.

Bucky slaps at one of your tits; making you yelp, but then he sucks the nipple into his mouth with a groan. You tug at his hair, reveling in how it makes him borderline whimper.

You rub circles around your clit, desperate to get off, despite already coming so recently. He grunts at the sight, pulling off your nipple with a pop—

“Fuck, you gonna cum again?” Bucky groans, grabbing your hips to fuck into you harder, “It feels that good? Fuck, Wanna see you cream on my cock, be a good girl. C’mon.”

Another orgasm washes over you. It’s not as intense as the first one, but still leg twitching, making you curl into yourself.

“Oh god, that’s fuckin’ it,” Bucky groans, gasping, “Feels so good, baby, you have no idea.”

You whine in overstimulation as he keeps fucking you, whimpering when he reaches down to start rubbing your clit again.

“Need you to give me one more.”

“I can’t,” You whine.

“You can.” He rasps, “You fuckin’ will. Be a good girl, doll, gimme one more. Fuck, I need it.”

You’re clawing at his back, wetness practically drenching his cock. You know you’re leaving scratch marks, probably even drawing blood- but he doesn’t seem to care. If anything, it spurs him on.

“I’m coming,” You whine, “Oh god, I can’t-“

Your third orgasm rips through you sharper than the others, leaving you trembling under his hold. All you can hear his harsh groans and grunts, praising you for how good you did for him.

“Shit,” Bucky grunts, sweat dripping down his face, “I’m so fuckin’ close.”

You wrap your legs around his waist, bringing him in closer and locking him inside.

“Fuck, honey-“ He stutters, “I gotta pull out, I can’t- you gotta let go, I can’t pull out.”

You shake your head, whining, “Cum in me, please.”

That makes him whine. “You want me to come in you? Fill up that slutty pussy?”

You nod rapidly, clenching your legs around him tighter. You can tell he’s close by how his thrusts stutter, cock throbbing inside your cunt.

“Your husbands gonna come home today, not knowing his pretty little wife has a pussy full of another man’s cum,” Bucky taunts, “But you love that, don’t you?”

“Yeah- yes, I love it.” You moan, grabbing onto him.

“Oh god- beg me for it.”

“Please cum inside me.”

“Fuck, you can do better than that,”

“Please!” You shout, “Cum inside me, I want it- I want it so fucking bad. I need you to fill up my pussy, please, Bucky.”

With one last, loud, bellowing groan, he stills above you, pumping you full of every last drop he has. He almost fully collapses, both of you left panting and spent.

After a moment, he stands up, wiping the sweat off his forehead before helping you correct your clothing malfunctions.

“Hey, uh,” Bucky says, pushing your hair back out of your face. “You ever make another pie that needs testing, you know where to find me.”

#sebastian stan #bucky barnes #sebastian stan x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #sebastian stan smut #my writing #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction

[dawnthefox24]

*Rody noticed that Vincent isn't looking too good and noticed how he can barely keep attention not wanting to sleep but also noticed that Vincent almost passed out in front of him*

Rody: Hey Vince I think you shoul-

Vincent:*tries to cover a cough*I'm...Fine...

Rody:*presses his hand against Vincent forehead feeling how hot his temperature was* Vince you're sick

Vincent:*blushes a bit and looks away coughing a bit* R-Rody I-I'm not sick..

Rody:*rolls his eyes* Vince you look like you're going to faint

Vincent: D-Damnit Rody I-*gets a bit lightheaded*

Rody:*hold Vincent close to him* Yeah no, I'm carrying you upstairs back home got it..

Vincent:*tries to stay awake and looks away from him flustered a bit* I'm fine..

Rody:*picks Vincent up bridal style carrying him in his arms * Hush I'm gonna take care of you...

Vincent:* blushes and coughs a bit* i-idiot

Rody:*nods* yup I know.

Vincent:*slowly starts to close his eyes before falling asleep against Rody*

Vincent:*soon begins to wake up and noticed that he was being carried before falling back too sleep again*

*Vincent stirred a bit in his bed tiredly, thinking it was all just a dream not before feeling someone next too him making him jolt up awake before looking over at Rody*

Vincent:*blushed when he saw Rody sleeping next too him tiredly as he turned away from him before he started coughing a bit*

Rody:*soon woke up and looked at Vincent* You alright Vince?

Vincent:* looked over at Rody and narrowed his eyes at him* W-Why are you in my bed Lamoree...

Rody:*looks at Vincent for a moment before shooting out of his bed rubbing the back of his neck nervously* Well um...I..uh..You see I just...uh...It's not what you think....

Vincent:*rolls his eyes* out with it already Rody.

Rody: I...I thought I should take care of you...You know....

Vincent:...So why were you in my bed Lamoree

Rody:*looks away pretty embarrassed*....I uh...fell asleep while carrying you back home

Vincent: *crosses his arms a bit* So you think I'm heavy?

Rody: WHAT! NO NOT AT ALL!!

Vincent:*rolls his eyes* I'm kidding Lamoree

Rody:*mutters underneath his breath* didn't sound like you were kidding

Vincent: excuse m-*starts coughing again*

Rody: I'll make you soup okay

Vincent: *calms down still coughing a bit*D-do you even know how too make soup?

Rody:...no

Vincent:...Why am I not surprised...

Rody: *pouts*Hey what is that suppose to mean

Vincent: nothing and I don't want you taking care of me since you might get sick too

Rody: Nah I don't get sick

Vincent: I'm not convinced

Rody: Trust me I don't...Oh I know I'll go out and buy you some Soup instead!

Vincent: You know I can't tas-

Rody:*cuts him off* Doesn't matter you need something anyways I'll be back okay!

Vincent:*watches Rody leave his room before he laid against the pillow and started coughing again before blushing a bit* W-What an idiot...He shouldn't take care of me....

#dead plate game #dead plate #dead plate shitpost #dead plate rody #dead plate vincent #vincent charbonneau #rody lamoree #vincent x rody mentioned #vincent gets sick #also I got bored and made this #you know vincent is the type who would come too work sick

[foodsies4me]

AWG Alec portalling into the Seelie realm when Magnus forgets to make kissy face at him before he goes to work

This ended up getting far more worldbuilding than it was supposed to... Anyway, here is some Alec portals into the Seelie realm because Magnus wasn't there when he woke up which is forbidden, and Magnus (slightly) freaking out over Alec's magic again because it still makes No Sense.

The thing was, even if he had known Magnus' exact location, Alexander shouldn't have been able to portal into the fae realm the way he did. Not when the man couldn't sustain something as simple as a light spell after two months of magic lessons.

And yet somehow he did.

The fae realms had always been notoriously difficult to portal into. Even Magnus tried to limit himself to the same seven places when portaling to one of the fae's domains, using the realm's twisting and moving magic to guide him to the location he needed to go. And still, Alec somehow created a portal - if one could even call what he did portaling - into the Unseelie realm to join him.

At this rate, Ragnor was going to have another conniption.

Magnus had been picking Yerpite flowers in the valleys of the in-betweens, taking enough to create multiple batches of Moonlight Draught as Catarina's and the Spiral's reserves were running low.

Despite their many attempts throughout the centuries, Yerpite, Millberget, and Engredile flowers refused to grow outside of the fae realms. No matter what they tried, the plants died within a matter of weeks, which wasn't more than an occasional nuisance when it came to the Millberget and Engredile.

The Yerpite was another matter.

Not only did the flowers grow in the so-dubbed valley of in-betweens, named for its location in the no man's land between the Seelie and Unseelie courts as well as its habit of disappearing for years on end, but they also flowered under very specific circumstances that nobody truly understood.

Magnus has no doubts that if Moonlight Draught wasn't the sole potion that could help counter Warlock's Wasting Disease, warlocks worldwide would have given up on using the flower centuries ago.

At least Magnus was close enough friends with the Drows to be notified when the flowers bloomed. Otherwise, with how different the passage of time was between their realms and those of the fae, picking the flowers would be even more difficult than it already was.

Magnus had taken on the habit of portaling instantly whenever Dhuulyn sent him a message that the valley was blooming. Whether he was sleeping, partying, or even partaking in some of the more debauched pleasures of life, Magnus never took longer than a handful of seconds to gather his magic and portal right at the edges of the valley lest it disappear again before he arrived.

Alexander, it seems, took offense to that.

They had both been sleeping in his loft when Magnus received the message. Alexander had been softly snoring, the snuffling sound lulling Magnus deeper and deeper into slumber when his wards had reacted to the burst of magic that always preceded one of Dhuulyn's alerts.

Magnus snapped wide awake within seconds, quickly but gently detangling his and Alexander's fingers and rolling away without waking him up, to grab the coin that landed on his bedside table.

Then, he magicked on some clothes before he snapped a portal into existence and stepped into the Unseelie's dark meadows.

Magnus didn't know how long he'd been gone from their realm, but he had been picking flowers for no more than fifteen minutes when a surge of powerful but familiar magic flashed across his senses seconds before Alexander materialized into thin air.

Which is how he ended up in his current situation

"Alex-"

"You weren't in bed when I woke up," Alexander grouches in that particular way he only allows himself to do when he's comfortable and still half-asleep. "Weren't in the loft either," he mumbles as an afterthought.

Magnus muffles a (slightly hysterical) laugh against Alexander's bare shoulder. "I'm sorry, dear heart," he apologizes, pressing a kiss to Alexander's waiting lips while his magic rushes to cover him up. "I'll explain everything when we're back in the loft, but this couldn't wait. But if you're here you can help me pick some more flowers before this valley disappears again with us in it."

Alexander gives him a confused frown, bleary eyes, and tousled hair proving he's not entirely awake yet. He does as Magnus orders him to though and reaches for the flowers closest to him after a request for another kiss. A request Magnus is all too happy to fulfill.

Having Alexander there to help him pick the flowers with two, doesn't win him as much time as Magnus hoped, but it does make the task more enjoyable.

Besides, Alexander's hand is too warm to let go of.

#foodsies rambles #foodsies writes #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #awg #completely unrelated but #to the anon who left the wonderful “the trainees protect baby Alec after Alec turns into baby Alec because magic” idea #YES #I lOVE IT #I NEED TO WRITE

[hypmicdaydreams]

hihi could i please request Sasara with "in the kitchen" and "missing the other" from the kissing prompt list? maybe him just randomly kissing s/o just because he missed being in their presence from doing too many shows? thx very muchu✨

This is legitimately the cutest thing anon. It healed my soul so tyvm for the request! I feel like this is a perfect prompt for him lol so I hope I was able to do our favorite clown justice! Please enjoy 🧡

kissing prompts: in the kitchen bc of missing the other

-pairing: sasara nurude x gn!reader

-genre: fluff

-word count: ~950 words

“god,” you snort, laughing contagiously so. your boyfriend had just made yet another terrible, no good joke, again. honestly, you should be used to it by now, that and sasara’s antics, but you’re still doubled down over laughing, completely neglecting the meal on the stove (that was showing beginning signs of burning). it wasn’t even that clever of one! but sasara had his ways. no wonder he was a famous comedian. “that was such a bad joke.”

yet, your words bring a smile to his lips, and sasara can feel the warmth spread all over his cheeks. oh.. he smiles, all wide and bright. this was a much better feeling than having the audience laugh at his jokes during his usual shows. actually, it wasn’t anything like this, didn’t feel remotely alike — having you laugh at him. his heart jumps a beat, and the fluttery feeling gets to him and his head, all lightheaded in the best possible way; this was his absolute favorite feeling in the world.

as much as sasara loved his usual audience, he still couldn’t help but favor you. it wasn’t good for a comedian to pick favorites, but he did so anyway. or well, his heart did, at least.

“aw c’mon, that one was funny!” sasara laughs, more so in response to you. again, yours was absolutely contagious, his favorite sound ever. “see! even you laughed!”

“only because it was so bad.”

god, sasara had missed this, he smiles: you laughing at his corny jokes, and sasara getting in your way as you tried to make lunch in that tiny kitchen. he was too big and kept bumping into you, you’d often scold; but he couldn’t help it! after not seeing you for so long, sasara couldn’t help but always be around you, perhaps a bit much.

really, he hadn’t realized how homesick he was feeling until now, despite well, being at home. sasara adored his comedy shows and routines, truly! but this was just oh so much better. he hadn’t spent quality time with you in so long, always having to get up early before you to go to the studio then coming back late, by the time you were already asleep. sure he was coming back home each day, but he also wasn’t. you were his home after all.

sasara had missed you, sorely so.

there’s a content look to him as sasara watches you. it’s been too long, he thinks. and his gaze inadvertently lands on your lips as well. well, he quirks his brows; it’s also been too long since sasara has given you a kiss, he realizes. and before long, the want to do so overcomes him. gosh, has he been this touch starved the entire time? it even takes sasara himself by surprise, especially since he believed himself to be totally fine.

i mean, it was entirely true that he didn't like not spending much time with you. his work had entirely taken him away from you, and it wasn't entirely convenient for sasara to come home by the time you were already fast asleep on the couch, having waited for him again today as well. but he totally thought he was, at the very least, fine. it was just for now after all, after this bout of shows ended. but well, sasara was much more homesick than he thought.

so he goes in for the kill: a kiss on the lips.

you guys are already too close together given the small space of the kitchen, after all, so it was perfect. he takes full advantage of it and pulls a fast one, sasara pressing his lips to yours so quickly.

you squeak (another of his favorite sounds) and try to move back naturally, but the counter is blocking your way. you should be used to sasara’s antics by now after all, but you never are, totally taken aback by how seemingly out of nowhere he kisses you. it’s welcomed though, and he finds it totally cute when you inevitably kiss back after that small scare. you had missed him just as much.

your lips — they feel strange to him, but also familiar. it’s been a while since he had given you a proper kiss after all, so as strange and foreign as it felt at the moment to sasara, it was still warm all the more. there were still those very same sparks he often felt, and it makes him nothing more but giddy. i mean, he had missed you after all. he tended to be slightly more jovial and cheery around you.

sasara can’t help but smile into the kiss. gosh, this felt so good! the way his heart thumps again makes him nothing short of excited again, as if it was your guys’ first ever kiss all over again! he hadn’t realized until this very moment how much he missed the feel of your lips against his.

he hopes he doesn’t taste of melon cream soda; he had one just before coming back home. though i suppose it’d be a bit funny if he did.

when he pulls back, sasara still has that grin to him. he’s in utter happiness, a cute sparkle to sasara really. he can still feel a tingle on his lips, the very same place yours were just at, and it warms him up all the more.

oh, sasara had indeed missed you so.

(“my heart is more burnt than this dish from our kiss~”

sasara laughs at his own joke, and you can’t help but throw a glare his way. lunch was burnt all because of him and his antics after all. while you pick at your food, he seems to have no trouble eating it, a brightness to him still, perhaps even brighter now than before.)

#asks #requests #kissing prompts #hypmic #fluff #gender neutral reader #sasara x reader #sasara nurude #fic #hypnosis mic

[toshsato]

12 + 15! Mergwenthur or arwen 👀

I picked Arwen! (also I decided to use both prompts in one fic). Thank you, bestie!!!

12. there was a big party at some people’s house and we wake up in the same bed together, what happened?

15. sharing a bed used to be quite normal for us, when did that change?

fic is beneath the cut and also posted on ao3!

It had become routine, about as routine as waking up in bed with your best friend’s roommate could be.

Gwen’s brother and his boyfriend, Gwaine, threw parties that always ended with her crashing in Merlin’s apartment; she never ended up on the sofa because it was too small, but she never ended up sharing the bed with Merlin either.

He was rather insistent on keeping everyone out of his room. If Gwen had to guess, it probably had something to do with all his books; he seemed overly protective of them. She’d gotten a brief glance at them once; after having spotted the title, “Levitation Spells,” Merlin had shooed her back down the hallway away from his room; she wasn’t sure why. There was no way Merlin was actually practising magic in the dorms. For one, it was illegal; two, the dean was specifically very anti-magic; three, his roommate, Arthur Pendragon, was the bloody son of the dean. It would be very stupid to practise magic right across the hall from him.

As a result of all these factors, Gwen often found herself crashing in Arthur’s bed. He wasn’t there when she first decided to crash in it; she’d fallen asleep as soon as her face hit the mattress. It was far more comfortable than the sofa would be, she imagined. When she’d woken up, Arthur was lying next to her, snoring his head off.

With a yelp, she’d jumped off the bed; perplexingly, that didn’t wake up Arthur. What did wake up Arthur was when Merlin then stormed into the room to yell at Arthur for leaving his shoes and coat on the floor. Arthur and Gwen had both been embarrassed. He had then chewed out Merlin for not letting her crash in his bed

It always went the same after that; Gwen would be drunk and exhausted after a night of partying, so she and Merlin would head back to his dorm; they would down glasses of water, then Merlin would head off to his room to sleep. Not wanting to head back to her own dorm, Gwen would simply sleep in Arthur’s bed. Sometimes, Arthur wasn’t back yet; other times, he was there, but she was so tired that she laid down next to him anyway.

The embarrassment wore off after a few times; they were drunk, and nothing ever happened between them; they just so happened to sleep on the same mattress.

Part of the embarrassment had come from the realisation that she’d never seen the dean’s son this closely before. She could see every detail of his face, how long his lashes were; becoming all too familiar with his snoring - which sounded like a pig had gotten loose - Gwen also became privy to how his hair looked when he woke up. He was pretty and she could understand why he was popular with the ladies, even if he was rather rude sometimes.

Once it was routine, Gwen stopped being surprised to see his face when she woke up; that didn’t mean she stopped looking, though. He looked so much softer when he was asleep.

Sometimes she missed his snoring when she was sleeping in her own dorm.

Whether it was because they were sleeping in the same room or not, the two had started spending more time together outside of sharing a bed. Merlin invited Gwen over more often. She and Arthur would roll their eyes at Merlin whenever he teased them about sharing a bed. Merlin and Gwen would roll their eyes whenever Arthur said something stupid.

One morning changed the familiarity of it all. Normally, when they woke up, they laid close to one another; despite this, they never really touched, except for the accidental brush of a hand or a leg. This time however, Arthur was actually holding her.

His chest was pressed against hers and she swore she could feel his heart beating, even through his shirt. Arthur’s face was buried in Gwen’s shoulder, somewhat muffling the pig snoring. How did they end up like this? What had changed? She found herself unwilling to move, telling herself it was just because she didn’t want to wake up Arthur. The two had been sharing a bed after weekly parties for awhile now; why was this night different?

Gwen tried to rack her brain. The night before was foggy, but she remembered talking to both Merlin and Arthur; only, she didn’t remember what the conversations were about. She hoped that the memories would come back to her. Arthur was warm, and she dreaded the moment when he would wake up; it would be awkward, wouldn’t it?

The longer she lay there, the clearer her memory became, even with the headache she had.

“How ‘bout a game of Spin the Bottle?” Gwaine had said. He’d already emptied the beer bottle in his hand, of course.

Gwen’s face had gone hot all over, wondering if she’d have to snog someone. Merlin was smiling, nervously, his cheeks flushed pink. For whatever reason, Gwen’s gaze lingered on Arthur’s and he blushed when he noticed her staring.

The first snog of the game had been between Elyan and Gwaine.

“Well, that’s not fair,” Arthur had said. “You’re boyfriends.”

Gwaine had stuck his tongue out at him and laughed. “I just got lucky then.”

Leon had been next to spin the bottle and his spin landed on Percy. Afterwards, it was Gwen’s turn. Closing her eyes, she had given it a good spin. When she opened them, she watched the bottle slow to stop. It looked like it had been about to land on Gwaine, but it suddenly moved just a bit further and landed on Arthur.

Merlin had grinned. Elyan had looked uncomfortable, and Arthur’s face was even more red than it had been.

Gwen had laughed, trying to quell her nerves. She crawled across the circle towards Arthur, forcing herself to maintain his gaze. He bit his lip, waiting. Gwen wanted to know what was running through his mind right then.

“Is this all right?” she’d said.

There was hesitation before he’d nodded.

Taking the permission, she’d pressed his lips against his.

The snog couldn’t have lasted that long, but when they had parted, Arthur looked awestruck. They’d both ignored Merlin’s wolf whistle. The night had probably gone the way it normally did after that, but maybe that snog was the reason they ended up in this position without even trying to.

Laying in Arthur’s arms, Gwen wondered if her face had made the same expression Arthur’s did after she’d snogged him.

After a while, Arthur woke up. Startled, he pulled away from her. “Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to…”

Gwen shook her head slightly, smiling. “It’s fine.”

“How long have you been awake?” he said. He sat up, running a hand through his hair.

“I don’t know,” she answered, sitting up as well. “But I didn’t want to disturb you. Are you all right?”

“Everything except my head.” He yawned. “Do you remember what happened last night?”

Gwen’s heart skipped a beat. Her smile fell.

“I do now,” she admitted. “Do you?”

Arthur looked up at the ceiling. “It’s coming back to me… I think.” He paused, and met her gaze again.

Not saying a word, Gwen waited for what he would do next; studying his face, she tried to find some sign he was remembering what she did.

Arthur’s expression morphed into the same awestruck one from the night before. His left hand grabbed her right one; with his right hand, he ran his fingers through her loose, curly hair. The corners of his blue eyes softened, and he closed them before leaning in.

Gwen snogged him back, revelling again in how warm he made her feel. The smell of peppermint shampoo she’d grown so accustomed to - as it was all over his sheets - was stronger in this proximity. How?

After they parted, Arthur threw her a soft smile before getting up to go brush his teeth. Snogging would be a lot more fun without morning breath.

Gwen smiled to herself, touching her lips with a finger. She knew that this was the one snog that she could never forget.

#merlin #bbc merlin #myfics #arwen #gwenthur #arthur x gwen #arthur x guinevere #my post #asks #princess-of-the-worlds

[cecilia01]

Ordinary

Chapter three First Impressions

The first day of the term, I woke up to the golden sunrays caressing my cheeks through the ornate windows of our dormitory. For a few minutes I only laid there, enjoying the warmth and the dance of the lights on the scattered furniture and the belongings of my mates, feeling glad to be back.

After dressing in robes and pestering Samantha up too, the both of us emerged from the girls’ side to the Ravenclaw common room, to leave for breakfast. ‘I really don’t see the point in starting school so early, really.’ said Samantha with an enormous eyewatering yawn. ‘My mind does not work anyway, so I might as well just miss the morning classes…’ ‘9 o’clock is not that early, Sam. In my muggle school we started at 8, and you had to commute too. Besides, not everyone is such a late riser.’ I smiled at her. It had been five years, and every morning was a battle. Sam was in every aspect an owl: wise, deep thinker and nocturnal. ‘It is not healthy. I read in a book that you shall sleep enough amount of time each day for your brain to develop well. Do they not want me to get as clever as possible? Honestly…’ She went on with her rant over the disadvantages of forcing people to get up at an uncomfortable time, until we reached our table in the bustle of the Great Hall. ‘Have you seen the timetable yet?’ asked Amit as we sat down to get some tea and toast. ‘No, I have not.’ I said, pouring tea to Samantha, who was already half asleep on Everett Clopton’s shoulder. ‘Is it bad? I shan’t bear another year with double potions on Monday mornings. That was plain torture last year.’ ‘It was not that bad, the Transfiguration after, on the other hand…’ said Samantha, spooning some porridge. ‘No, it is fine. We’ve only got Charms and Defence Against the Dark Arts today.’ Amit handed me the parchment. ‘No Herbology?’ asked Samantha sleepily, accidentally dropping some of her porridge on Everett’s robes. ‘No, Samantha.’ said the boy irritably, sweeping off Sam’s head. ‘And anyway, what is the point of anything, when there is no Quiddich to look forward to..?’ he said with a heart-rending tone. Everybody knew how great of a Quiddich fan he was, despite flying very poorly. I sent him a sympathetic smile, thinking of something encouraging to say. ‘Oh, that reminds me. Have you seen Imelda? I wanted to see how she’s faring after yesterday’s announcement.’ said Samantha, turning her head towards the Slytherin table. At the and of the long table sat our small group of green-robed friends, with a new red-headed witch, seemingly in deep discussion. But Imelda was nowhere to be seen. ‘If you are looking for Imelda, I’ve seen her raging down the Main Hall. She seemed so out of her mind that I didn’t dare approach her.’ said Garreth with a grin as he passed our table on his way out of the Great Hall. ‘We shall meet her after class then, shan’t we Cecilia?’ ‘Ah, yes.’ I tore my eyes from the green table. How come they were such bosom friends just after a day? ‘Definitely. Shall we go now?’ ‘All right.’ said Samantha following my sight, with a strangely amused expression.

As I guessed beforehand, the new girl seemed to be good at everything. She won in the Summoner’s Court game against Natty and the duel against Sebastian. No one defeated him before in class, so you could see the sparkle of interest flaming into curiosity in his eyes as they finished the duel. ‘Not bad for a beginner. You give as good as you get.’ he said, sweeping off the dust on his robes, with a tone of surprise in his voice. But he wasn’t alone, the whole class seemed to be enchanted with her performance on her first day. As the class ended, the sunlit classroom deserted within minutes, for everyone got aware how brilliant the weather was outside of the castle, and how unpleasant muggy it was inside. ‘Shouldn’t we introduce ourselves to her?’ I asked Samantha, as we were packing our bags to leave. ‘Oh, I already did after Charms. She seems lovely, you should go too. I try to run Imelda down in the meantime. Shall we meet back in the common room?’ As I nodded and watched Samantha leave the classroom, some inexplicable nervousness ran through me. I tried to shake it off, while crossing to the window, where the new girl was standing. ‘Hello! I’m Cecilia Maple. So nice to have finally met you! You were just splendid in both classes, what is your secret?’ ‘Nice to meet you too! My name is Cordelia Vane. And thank you, but I’m afraid there is not much to it. I have a way with these things, I presume.’ she said with an affable smile. Now that I was closer to her, I could muster her features better. Her pretty face was scattered with freckles, with a cheek of the most beautiful shade of rosy, that you otherwise would only see on paintings of delicate ladies. And of course, her soft wavy locks of red hair, that muggle ladies would pay their soul to achieve unnaturally. But her eyes, that where the green of her robes, which seemed so gleamy from a great distance, were not mirroring her sweet smile, they were somehow cold. Shivering cold, piercing into me... ‘Oh I…yes, well…of course you’ve got…’ I started with a stutter, trying to look away, when Sebastian from the other side of the class called out in our direction. ‘Nice work, Cordelia. May I have a word?’ ‘Excuse me.’ she said with a faint smile and strode off towards the boy. I waved a yes in relieve, and absent-mindedly scampered out the room. It did not make sense at all, she was nothing, but proper nice and polite.

So why was I scared of her?

#hogwarts legacy #fanfic #hogwarts legacy fanfic #samantha dale #amit thakkar #everett clopton #sebastian sallow #garreth weasley

[lavenderjiang]

i feel ill, and im too tired to play bg3 rn (i shouls be asleep anyway, i have a lecture) bit i want to see gale :(

#do i have to wait until moonrise towers or the shadowlands for the next gale conversation #currently i have no talky options :( #i wanna talk to him pls bg3 #my approval is crazy high so its not that #im p sure its exeptional #let tav talk to his husband #lavenderjiang #gale of waterdeep

[teikospace]

mmm is late an i mite be sleepy but i don wanna go bed yet

don got much to do, i really shoul be asleep

anyone wan talk my asks are open, otherwise probly good nite anyways

#sfw little blog #sfw agere #sfw littlespace #baby #sfw babyre #sfw age regression #sfw kidre #sfw agere blog

[sie-rui]

hello!! i love your works <33

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJVKQJWB/ (watch this tiktok for reference)

but anyways, doing this trend with yuzuha,emma and hinata during toman’s meeting after a girl’s day out and how the boys wld react to it, also i rarely see any works for the girls, they are literally the best girls😭😭<33 (and maybe make it a slight mitsuya x reader too😳 i love him so much☹️)

❀ HELL SHELL | TOKYO REVENGERS 🤍 shiba yuzuha + sano emma + tachibana hinata ( + tokyo manji gang ) 💿 female reader, second pov (you/your), fluff, chaotic toman, overprotective toman, platonic relationship, pining, au - everyone loves / nobody dies, headcanon 📅 july 21, 2021 🔗 masterlist ,, tiktok

mitsuya takashi has a little crush on someone who's friends with the girls. he gets... jealous seeing them doing a tiktok.

☆ Toman’s meeting, to everyone’s surprise, was held at late afternoon today rather than deep into the evening.

☆ It was mostly because Mikey was threatened to do dinner that night because Emma was out with you and the rest of the girls while Shinichiro was with Izana in the Philippines.

☆ Draken loves Emma but did that girl really believe that her brother was responsible enough to cook anything edible?

☆ They all knew that it was going to be Draken who was cooking for the Sano household tonight.

☆ For once, Toman’s captains were going to the meeting together, the only reason being they crashed at Mikey’s room last night after a fight and everyone was too lazy to leave in the morning.

☆ Despite threatening to demote them, laziness had conquered over fear.

☆ Hell even Mitsuya who was always busy with something was fast asleep on the couch until noon, just missing you who had stopped by to pick Emma up. (Which was the reason why everyone was teasing and taunting him for the next hour.)

☆ And now they look like hooligans (they are) walking together to the shrine because all their bikes are in surgery (or awaiting surgery, waiting for Shinichiro) after yesterday’s fight.

☆ Mitsuya had barely managed to dodge Baji’s palm that he suddenly struck out, effectively stopping all of them.

☆ Draken groaned in despair because what is it this time? They’re already ten minutes late because Baji stopped them earlier to pet a stray cat.

☆ Takemichi was currently blowing up his phone, asking where they were because Chifuyu was panicking in case they were attacked again.

☆ Mitsuya finds out that it isn’t a cat or a dog because Baji was soundlessly pointing at a familiar group of girls.

☆ Pachin opens his mouth to call out to them but this time it was Nahoya’s hand that came slapping to his mouth.

"Is… Is that Emma-san?"

☆ True to Souya’s words, it is Emma, handing her phone to a stranger while having a conversation.

☆ By instinct, Mikey was already hiding behind a street pole as if it was thick enough to hide him while Hakkai was behind a bench as Draken follows right after him. Mitsuya was already getting dragged behind a few trash bins by Baji while Nahoya and Souya were dragging Pachin and Peyan in the nearest alleyway.

☆ Some passersby give them even weirder looks, slowing down on their walk before continuing on after one of them gives them a glare, going back to Tokyo’s busy walks.

"What is she doing? Why is she giving her number to some guy?"

☆ Baji was hissing in Mitsuya’s ear but he was too busy staring at you who was rocking the outfit you were wearing and talking with Yuzuha and Hina, your back to Emma and the stranger.

☆ He is quite appalled at the shortness of your shirt though even if you were wearing a longer skirt like Emma’s.

☆ Still, the way you laughed and grinned while exchanging a few jokes with Hina as Yuzuha looked away with a blush from a tease, rocked Mitsuya’s heart too much.

"I don’t think she’s giving her number…"

☆ Nahoya was saying from the alleyway across the trash bins where Baji and Mitsuya were but no one was listening to him.

☆ Pachin was looking over Souya’s shoulder and Peyan was looking over Pachin’s shoulder with Nahoya right behind them with his arms crossed.

☆ They could all see Draken dragging Mikey back before he could pounce to you and the girls while Hakkai silently stands there, not knowing what to do but also not wanting to get involved with the duo in case Mikey lashes out on him instead.

☆ Mitsuya watches with wide eyes as Emma hurries back after handing her phone posing beside you.

☆ You did the same, hand on your thigh and hairline with your hip jutting out, just as Yuzuha and Hina did something similar same with little amused smiles.

☆ Not gonna lie the four of you looked like some girl group, catching the eyes of people passing by.

☆ The stranger held up Emma’s phone before giving you a thumbs-up.

☆ And then you and Emma were turning around, joining hands with Yuzuha and Hina while shaking your-

☆ Mitsuya could hear Draken, Mikey, and Hakkai’s gasps from where he was. Baji could tell you that Mitsuya was gasping like them as if someone stepped on his food.

☆ Draken surely didn’t stop Mikey when the shorter blond went jumping over the bench and running over to the four of you.

☆ Mitsuya was numb.

"What the- MIKEY OH MY GOD STOP IT WE’RE DOING A TIKTOK!"

☆ Mitsuya was still numb even when Emma slapped the hell out of Mikey when her brother jumped on her and forcefully made her stop.

"CALL TAKEMICHI! CALL TAKEMICHI!!"

☆ Baji hollered beside him and Nahoya, that idiot, really did pull out his phone and dialed Takemichi.

☆ Hakkai looked so offended, unable to believe that Yuzuha, his dear sister, did that and he was there to see it.

☆ Draken looked so horrified. He’s fine with Emma doing tiktoks, especially with you and the girls because it’s adorable, but here?? In public? No. No way. Y’all are going home.

☆ Mikey was growling at the confused stranger like a dog and Emma barely stopped him before he could jump on the poor guy.

☆ Mitsuya was still numb as the rest tries to drag him to Mikey and the girls before they could do any more damage.

☆ He does, indeed, realize that you were apologizing sheepishly while getting back Emma’s phone. Mitsuya isn’t blind to the way the guy stares at you.

☆ Peyan almost gets thrown off from dragging him after he shrugged the taller off, finding his place beside you.

“Mitsuya!... I didn’t know that you were with Mikey…”

☆ He didn’t have time to notice your blush as he rests a hand on your back, staring at the stranger until he apologized and walked away.

☆ Mikey was still making a ruckus behind them with Hakkai questioning Yuzuha as if he already lost his mind.

☆ Emma was not allowed to make tiktoks without the boys’ supervision anymore because Mikey fears that his sister is going to get scouted as a model or as a potential victim for kidnapping. That goes the same to Yuzuha who wouldn’t be left alone by Hakkai and Hina when Takemichi came running with Chifuyu on his tail.

☆ And with his hand on you and a serious gaze, you only smiled shyly at Mitsuya.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers headcanon #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers mitsuya #mitsuya takashi #takashi mitsuya #mitsuya takashi x reader #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya #tokyo revengers emma #sano emma #emma sano #emma #shiba yuzuha #yuzuha shiba #yuzuha #tokyo revengers yuzuha #tokyo revengers hina #tachibana hina #hinata tachibana #tachibana hinata #tokyo revengers mikey #mikey #manjiro sano #sano manjiro #sano manjirou #tokyo revengers draken #draken

[district2001]

Protective Hyungs Pt.2

Seventeen AU: 14th member

Jangmi x 95′ Line ft. Stray Kids

Recap: Jangmi gets angry at her hyungs for being so closed minded

Requested: Yes

jangmi scenario please! maybe one where members get protective over her esp 95z, when someone from another group flirts with her during a music show or award show? tysm

Words: 1.8k

AN: Requests are OPEN

Be warned for Angsty SVT

  Jangmi’s Masterlist

Read Part 1 First: Just a tad Protective Pt.1

Jangmi speed walked out of the room, trying her very best to ignore her hyung’s voices.

“You know better than to leave the main room.”

“Are you really this irresponsible?”

“You could have got lost.”

“Why were you even here?”

“I swear if it was to hang out with that boy who speaks terrible Kore-”

“Rydel Kim.” Seungcheol bellowed, right as she touched the handle of the door which would take them to the main waiting room.

She turned around at the mention of her real name, sucking in a sharp breath. “What.”

“Why did you go backstage?” Seungcheol boomed, his jaw seemingly tense,

Jangmi closed her eyes firmly for a split second, trying to keep her tears at bay. “I told you. I went to see a friend.”

“Stop with that bullshit.” Jeonghan joined. “You don’t even know the guy- he asked for your number.”

She sighed in annoyance. “If you would let me speak, you would know that I went to see Kevin. Not Felix. Kevin.”

“That’s his name.” Joshua muttered under his breath.

When no one spoke, she threw her hands in the air out of frustration. “Are we done here? Can I go?”

“Absolutely not.” Jeonghan declared. “Why were you with Felix and not Kevin then?”

“Because Dino needed to go pee so I waited for him. And then Felix walked by, and I thought it’d be nice to introduce myself.”

“Introduce yourself?” Seungcheol scoffed. “If you’re going to lie, at least lie well.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jangmi asked accusatorily, glaring at him.

“He means how you never go and make friends- you always need us to make them for you.” Jeonghan interjected, replying on their leaders behalf.

“I make friends myself”

“Name one.”

“Mark, Haechan, Kevin, Som-”

“She doesn’t count. Nayoung introduced her.”

“I still named a friend!” Jangmi screeched. She could feel her eyes becoming cloudy.

“Should we chat about this later?” Joshua pointed at the sign saying, ‘keep quiet.’

“Fine.”

“Good.”

“Hyungs!” They all turn to the left, to see Dino walking up to them with the members of Stray Kids.

“Annyeonghaseyo Sunbaemin.”

“Annyeonghaseyo.” Her hyungs bowed back politely, the lack of smiles clearly evident on their face.

“I’m looking forward to your performance today.” Chan grinned, not noticing the gloomy atmosphere.

“Thank you.” Seungcheol replied coldly. “Nice meeting you.”

And with that he walked away, Jeonghan and Joshua right behind him.

Jangmi turned to face Stray Kids. “I’m sorry about them. They’re a bit stressed about our performance.”

“They’re not usually like this.” Dino added.

Seungmin smiled. “That’s alright. We better head of anyway.”

“See you around.” Jangmi chirped, before grabbing Dino’s arm and following 95’ line back into the main room.

“That was weird.” Dino noted.

She grimaced. “I’ll tell you after.”

The rest of the award show went quite smoothly. Her hyungs acted civil, which meant she did as well. No need to escalate the matter further.

In fact, she didn’t even know why they were mad. Because she spoke to Felix? Maybe because she went out of the room. But then again so did Dino?

All she knew was that she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep until the matter was solved. Meaning that was why she found herself on the rooftop of their apartment at 2am with her hyungs.

“Are you going to explain why y’all acted so rudely today.” Jangmi asked, sinking her fingers deep into her jacket pockets.

“I don’t think we acted rudely.”

“You’re joking.” She scoffed. “You acted like the biggest dicks in front of Felix.”

“I admit we didn’t act nicely.” Josh agreed.

“But you did also act irresponsibly.” Seungcheol added.

She nodded. “I‘m sorry. I should have known better after doing this many awards shows”

“You live and you learn.” Jeonghan said, rubbing his hands together for warmth.

“I’ll ask you ne-” She stopped. “Why isn’t Chan here then?”

“Why would he be here?” Seungcheol asked.

Jangmi furrowed her eyebrows. “Because he also snuck out of the main room.”

“What does Chan sneaking out of the main room have to do with you talking to boys?”

Jangmi felt the anger starting to simmer within her. “Wait, you’re not talking about me sneaking out right?” She clarified.

“That.”

“As well as hanging out with the boy.” Jeonghan continued.

Joshua corrected under his breath. “Felix.” Seungcheol glared at him.

“I’m suddenly not allowed to hang out with boys now?” Jangmi asked accusingly.

“Not boys who are clearly trying to get in your pants.” Seungcheol replied, raising his voice.

Jangmi crossed her arms angrily. “That was totally uncalled for.”

“No. What was uncalled for was him flirting with you, and you not stopping it.”

“HE WAS NOT FLIRTING WITH ME.” Jangmi told Jeonghan. “And if he was, I would shut it down.”

“He shouldn’t even flirt with you in the first place.” Jeonghan exclaimed. “You’re his fucking sunbae.”

She held a hand in front of her. “I’m not even going to respond to that cos you’re off your damn mind. A girl and guy can have a civil conversation.”

“Not when he’s staring at you like that.”

“Like what?” She stoped talking- trying not to cry. But it’s too late, she blinked thrice but couldn’t stop the tears that were starting to roll down.

“He’s looking like you’re the most important thing in the world.”

“Why can’t he, Seungcheol?” Jangmi questioned, furiously trying to remove any trace of tears.

“Because-”

“Because what?” she asked firmly. Stepping closer to her hyungs. “And what if he was. Why am I getting punished for his actions?”

“You should have known and stopped it.”

“Instead of standing so close to each other.”

“Why is everything my fault?” Jangmi yelled. Like really yelled. And she rarely, if not ever, yells in anger. Frustration? Yes. But never anger.

Yet here she was, yelling.

“Nothing’s your fault. But you need to learn to read the room.”  Joshua acquiesced.

Jangmi turned to glare at him. “I did read the mother fucking room. And let me tell you what it was completely fine.” She swore in English.

“You guys.” She pointed at her oldest hyungs. She was crying again, the anger and bitterness in her voice a mere second ago was replaced by tears of frustration. “You guys don’t trust me.”

“No. Jangmi. We do trust you. You know we trust you.” Joshua’s voice softened.

“Well, doesn’t seem like it.” She pressed. “You complain I don’t have friends, and then don’t trust me when I decide to make friends.”

“We just want you to make the right friends.” Seungcheol clarified.

Jangmi scoffed. “And you know what’s best for me? I can make my own goddamn decision.”

“You can.” Jeonghan stepped closer. “But as your hyungs, we’re always going to look out for you. Whether you like it or not.”

“But why can’t I be friends with Felix.” Jangmi questioned. “What makes him different from Mark or Sanha or Somi.”

“He’s a boy.” Josh stated obviously.

“Hate to break it to you mate. Mark’s a boy too.”

“But we know his groupmates.”

“You can’t only expect me to make friends with members of your friends.”

“That was what you did before.”

“Yes.” Jangmi sighed. “That’s when I couldn’t speak Korean well. When I was super shy. I’ve been trying really hard to be more outgoing. And for fucks sake. You’ve all told me to be make friends.”

She paused to compose herself. “Do you know how bloody long I’ve waited for to make an Australian friend. YEARS. It’s been 3 fucking years since we’ve debuted, and you’ve ruined my one shot by being jealous bandmates.”

“No ones stopping you from being friends with Rose.” Jeonghan stated, in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Someone’s gender doesn’t dictate if I can be friends with them or not.” Jangmi glared at him. “And once again. You have no right in deciding who I make my friend, through some bullshit criteria.”

“We’re making sure you’re being careful. You’re a girl. Don’t give boys the wrong idea.”

Jangmi raised her eyebrows at Seungcheol, after his last comment. “Don’t play that card with me.”

She tried to ignore the rage which was pulsing through her veins. “Why do I need to make sure boys don’t get the wrong idea? Why can’t they figure it out for themselves? You all have a brain. You can learn to read the room. Why does the responsibility have to fall on me?”

“It’s because you his sun-”

“Don’t give me the sunbae bullshit.” She interrupted Josh. “You know very well I would have been kicked out of Seventeen if I had tried to flirt with Yugyeom or Taehyung of some shit. Their members wouldn’t have been dicks and blamed them.”

Josh sighed in frustration, before pausing to think of his choice of words. “You know what. You’re right. We shouldn’t have put all the blame on you. We’re sorry.”

“We are?” Seungcheol asked in confusion.

“Yes we are.” Jeonghan agreed, his tone a lot kinder than before. “We shouldn’t have freaked out that you were making friends. Especially since we give you so much shit for it.”

Jangmi smiled. “Thank you.”

“Even though it did look like you were flirting, we should believe you when you say you weren’t flirting with him.” He continued.

“I understand how it looked like flirting. But I tell you guys all the time. I’m way more comfortable talking to boy after living with all of you. Girls’ kind of scare me.” She chuckled.

Jeonghan gave a weak smile. “And about the whole blaming you for his flirting was not cool- I think this is a perfect instance of the patriarchy influencing out through process.”

“I see you’re reading the books I got you for your birthday.”

Jeonghan nodded proudly.

Seungcheol cleared his throat. He had been awfully quiet during the other apologies. “Look. You’re our baby sister. And whether you like it or not. We’re not going to be very happy with you flirting with boys.”

“How many times to I have to tell you I wasn’t flirting.” Jangmi groaned.

“We do have to accept it some point, but just know we’re gonna give him a hard time no matter what.”

Jangmi nodded, wiping the tears which were now drying on her face. “I’m sorry for leaving you all and I’m sorry for giving the impression I was flirting, which I definitely was not.”

She stepped closer to them. “Group hug?” Jangmi asked, with her arms outstretched.

Her hyungs happily obliged, and she had never been so thankful for their warmth.

“Guys trust me. I don’t have a crush on Felix. Or Kevin for that matter. Honestly.”

Seungcheol moved her hair out of her face. “Do you have a crush on someone else?” He innocently joked.

“No.” She denied.

She totally did though.

#Jangmi SVT OC #seventeen #svt #stray kids #felix #joshua #joshua hong #hong jisoo #scoups #seungcheol #choi seungcheol #jeonghan #yoon jeonghan #seventeen 14th member #svt 14th member #kpop female additions #kpop additional member #kpop female addition #kpop additions #female member addition #kpop fic #kpop au #kpop imagine #seventeen angst

[eusuntgratie]

48. I called you at 2am because I need you - buddie

Buck hovers in the hall, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, phone filled with texts from Taylor clutched in his hand. 

“Buck,” Eddie repeats softly. “Go. I’m okay. We’re okay.” 

He doesn’t want to look too closely at why he feels like it’s ripping him apart to go. Why Eddie said, “go” and not, “go home.” Why he feels worse about the idea of leaving Eddie alone for one night than he does about leaving Taylor alone for two weeks right after asking her to move in, right after promising her that he’d try. 

“Eddie-” His voice breaks, and he clears his throat. Eddie tries to smile at him. Buck isn’t sure if anyone else would be able to see it for the mask that it is, but he’s not sure anyone’s ever paid attention to the details of Eddie’s face the way that he has. “Please just- please promise me you’ll call me if- if anything-” 

“Buck.” His voice is soft. “I’m okay. I can handle one night.” 

His smile is tight in the corners, but- he really should go back to the apartment. Go back to Taylor.

“I’ll call if I- I promise, Buck. Go.” 

“Okay, yeah. I’ll, uh- I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll be here in time to take Chris to school.” 

“I can-”

“Eddie- I. Please. I want to help. Let me help. It’s- I-”

“Okay. I’ll see you in the morning.” 

Buck pretends it doesn’t feel like hauling himself through molasses to leave Eddie. Pretends that he’s happy, or at least relieved, to walk into his apartment and find his girlfriend waiting for him. He expects her to be pissed, but she just smiles and pulls him into a hug. 

“I missed you. I’m glad you’re home.” 

He feels himself stiffen against her, but he pulls her closer anyway. He watches her face as he goes through the motions of drinking a glass of wine with her, listening to her talk about her day, getting ready for bed. He waits for her to make a comment about running away, leaving her, staying at Eddie’s for so long. She doesn’t, but she doesn’t ask about him either. 

As soon as they’re in bed, she runs her fingers over his chest, his arms, and he fucks her and he makes her come and tries not to think about why it doesn’t really feel any different than fucking her in a bar bathroom or in her news van. She’s hot, and he likes having sex with her, likes making her moan his name. He doesn’t feel anything but pleasant release when he comes. He kisses her and avoids her eyes, and tries to fall asleep instead of worrying about Eddie. 

Chris’ scared, “Buck? Something’s wrong with Dad!” echoes through his head. The fear on Eddie’s face. The blood on his knuckles. That horrible moment when he thought- 

He’s not sure how long he’s been spiraling, laying perfectly still and staring at the ceiling, when his phone rings. 

“Eddie?”

He can hear him breathing, or- trying to-

“Eddie!” He runs to the dresser, pulls on a pair of sweats and a tshirt, shoves his feet in some sneakers. 

“Breathe with me, Eddie.” He counts and breathes until Eddie matches him breath for breath. “Good, that’s good. I’m coming now, okay? Just breathe. Don’t hang up.”

“Buck?” He’s halfway down the stairs when he looks back at Taylor. 

Buck holds his hand over the phone. “I have to go. Eddie needs me.” 

He’s not sure if he’s imagining that her eyes are glassy. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, and then he’s out the door. 

Buck alternates between listening for Eddie’s breathing and babbling at him to give him something to focus on. He’s breathing pretty steady by the time Buck lets himself in. He finds him on the floor of his bedroom, this time on the side of the bed instead of at the foot. Buck has to shake his head to clear the memory of the last time he hauled ass to Eddie’s in the middle of the night to find him on the floor of his bedroom. 

He crouches down in front of him and Eddie meets his eyes and then looks away. 

“I’m sorry, Buck- I, I tried, I didn’t want- I’m sorry, I-”

“Hey. No.”

Buck reaches out, slow enough that Eddie could stop him if he wanted, and rests his hands gently on Eddie’s shoulders. 

“Don’t do that. I made you promise. I’m glad you called me, Eds. I always want you to call me.” 

Eddie nods, and Buck sits down on his butt in front of him. 

“What happened?”

“Nightmare.” 

“Do you wanna-”

“It was you.” Eddie’s voice cracks, and his face looks agonized, remembering. “It was you and I couldn’t save you, I was too late, and I-”

“Eddie. Fuck. Come here. I’m right here. I’m okay.” 

He shifts even closer and pulls Eddie to him. He crumples against him and Buck can feel his tears wetting his shirt and he’s crying and heaving awkward breaths in but they’re too far apart-

“I was too late, Buck. I couldn’t save you. What would I tell Christopher? How would I- I couldn’t-”

“Breathe, Eddie. I’m right here. I’m okay. We’re okay. I’m right here.” 

He murmurs at Eddie and rocks him a little and rubs his back, just like he did for Christopher that night. Eddie clings to his tshirt until he cries himself out and his breathing steadies. 

When he sits up, he wipes at his eyes and stares at the floor. They’ve sort of moved past embarrassment after helping each other with recoveries, not to mention the last few weeks, but sometimes that much vulnerability is still a lot to deal with. 

“I didn’t want to have to call you tonight. You should- I didn’t want to. I mean, I- I wanted to call you. But I didn’t want to have to make you come back.” 

“Eddie-”

“But you came.” He looks at him, quick, like he’s looking for something, and then looks away. 

“I’ll always come, Eddie.” 

“But you- for me. I know you’ll always- for Chris. But-”

“Eddie. I’ll always come for you too. Always.”

“Oh.” 

Eddie slumps against his side. 

“You didn’t know?”

He can feel Eddie move against him. Half a shrug and a small shake of his head. 

“I will, Eddie. I’ve- I’ve got your back. Always.” 

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could you write maybe something about beca and chloe at a farmer's market at their first christmas together as a couple starting up new traditions? like getting hot chocolate, picking ornaments and a tree, stuff like that

Naturally I couldn’t write just normal Christmas fluff, I had to add a bit of angsty hurt/comfort in there. So, trigger warning: alcoholism is mentioned.

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Saturday mornings were Beca’s favourite time of the week for two reasons.

One, she got to sleep through them, catching up on all the sleep she’d lost through the week.

Two, she got to sleep through them with Chloe.

Chloe, the perpetual early bird, the seizer of every moment, had finally relented and given Beca this one lazy morning.

(Beca had tried to get Sunday morning too, but Chloe said she was pushing it.)

So on Saturdays they lay warm and comfortable, wrapped in each others arms, under layers of blankets because they couldn’t keep the heating 24 hours a day, and New York winters were cold.

They’d sleep late, waking up every few hours to exchange lazy kisses, before falling asleep again, eventually waking up to eat a late breakfast (read: lunch). 

Except this Saturday was different. 

Chloe was tugging the blankets away from Beca, or trying to at least, and telling her to get up and shower or they’d be late.

“Late for what?” Beca mumbled, her grip on the blankets surprisingly strong for 8 am.

“The Christmas market!”

“It is November 28th,” Beca said, incredulously, finally giving up and allowing Chloe to whip the blankets away.

“Exactly! So we need to go buy our decorations if we’re gonna stick to our plan!”

Beca sat up, brows furrowed, hair sticking up at every possible angle.

“I knew that plan would come back to bite me.”

“Come on, up! Up! Up!” Chloe said, each up punctuated by a clap of her hands. 

Begrudgingly Beca climbed out of the safety and warmth of bed and made the quick cold dash to the shower. She felt herself relax as the hot water came sputtering out of the shower head and chased away the cold of their bathroom.

Their plan - or Beca and Chloe’s awesome best Christmas ever, as Chloe had dubbed it - had been finalised only a few days before.

It was their first real Christmas living together as a couple that would be spent just the two of them.

Chloe’s mom had video called her and said that as all her kids were grown up now, her and Chloe’s dad would be going on vacation for Christmas from now on.

Chloe had pouted and pleaded but her mom’s mind was made up. She said they had to start making new traditions now that they were getting older, and Chloe should do the same.

Chloe was still miserable when Beca had gotten home from work late that night.

“You know, we could start making our own traditions,” Beca said, trying to coax Chloe out of her bad mood. “That’s the fun part about growing up, right? When you’re a kid you just do what you’ve always done, but when you grow up and you start your new family, you get to try new things. Mix things up a bit. Create new traditions that you get to pass on.”

“I guess,” Chloe mumbled, allowing Beca to put an arm around her and squeeze her into a side hug.

“Come on,” Beca said, squeezing again, “let’s think of some things we can do.”

And so they spent the next hour making their plan.

“The Christmas decorations go up the first weekend in December,” Chloe said, writing the first part of their plan. “So we should buy decorations soon.”

“Okay,” Beca said. “But no lights that make noise or dancing Santas or anything.”

“Agreed,” Chloe said. “How do you feel about flashing lights?” Beca pulled a face. “Me too.”

“Christmas Eve we get take-out,” Beca said, realising this was her only Christmas tradition she wanted to carry over. “Chinese.”

“Sure,” Chloe said. “But you’re skipping ahead. We have a lot of December to fill. Christmas movies every weekend until Christmas Day.”

“Christmas movie,” Beca said. “You get one per weekend.”

“Two,” Chloe said, grinning, knowing she would win any negotiation.

“Fine. One on Saturday, one on Sunday,” Beca said.

“Deal,” Chloe said. “Naturally Christmas music while we decorate.”

“Naturally,” Beca said. “But no Glee cover versions.”

“But-”

“No.”

“Ugh, fine.” 

“Christmas sweaters?”

“Sure.”

“Matching?”

“Absolutely not.”

It carried on like that until they had their December planned out. And Beca wouldn’t admit it, but she was actually kind of excited about their first solo Christmas. They had spent last year with Chloe’s family, and the year before they hadn’t been dating so while Chloe had gone home, Beca had hung around in New York with anyone she could find who was still in town. 

She’d had no desire to go back to her home town for Christmas for a long time now.

So she was excited to have Christmas plans that she could look forward to.

That was until Chloe had woken her up at 8 am on a Saturday so she could drag her around a Christmas market in New York.

“Is it gonna be crowded?” Beca asked, gratefully accepting a cup of coffee from Chloe as she left their bedroom, now fully dressed.

“Maybe,” Chloe said. “If we get there early enough it shouldn’t be too bad. Plus it’s not even December yet. I think it’ll get busier the longer we leave it.”

“Maybe next year we should do our Christmas shopping in June,” Beca said.

“I know you’re kidding but I promise you my Aunt Cheryl was fully wrapped by August,” Chloe said. “Anyway, don’t worry about the crowds. I’ll make sure you don’t get lost.”

“Okay, take it easy, you’re like an inch taller than me,” Beca said, rolling her eyes.

“If you say so,” Chloe said. “Okay, it opens soon, are you ready to go?”

They left their apartment, made the short but freezing walk to the subway, and about half an hour later they reached their stop. 

“Hot chocolate?” Chloe asked, taking holding of Beca’s hand and pulling her towards where the market was set up.

“Good idea,” Beca said, shivering, her breath coming out in white clouds.

Beca looked around while Chloe ordered their drinks. It wasn’t too busy yet, she was glad to see, but she knew it was only likely to stay that way for another few hours. She hoped she’d be back in their apartment by lunch, but Chloe likely had other ideas.

“Here you go,” Chloe said, handing over a cup. “So, where first?”

“Lead the way,” Beca said, gesturing towards the many stalls laid out in front of them.

They spent the next few hours weaving through the crowds as they looked at every stall. Chloe bought them almost matching Christmas sweaters - one for Chloe reading ‘I’m on the nice list’ and one for Beca which said ‘I’m on the naughty list’ - to which Beca had tried to protest.

“Are you telling me you’ve been a good girl this year, Beca? After the noises you made last night?” Chloe asked with a wink, causing Beca to blush furiously and stop complaining. 

“I’m not wearing it in public,” Beca muttered. 

“Duh, they’re for Christmas Day,” Chloe had replied, pulling her towards another stall that sold Christmas tree ornaments.

Chloe picked up some generic baubles, as well as some that seemed more personal to her. She grabbed a dog, a treble clef, and a teacup. 

“Spotted any that speak to you?” Chloe asked.

Beca shrugged, but her eyes were fixed on what looked like a little ornament of a carton of Chinese takeout. 

“This one?” Chloe asked.

Beca cleared her throat. “Yeah,” she said, trying to avoid Chloe’s eyes as she picked it up.

“What about the red panda?”

“Oh I didn’t even see him!” Beca said, almost squealing. 

“Get the guitar too,” Chloe said, laughing at Beca’s reaction. “Then we have three each.”

“Okay,” Beca said. “I’ll get these, you bought the sweaters. Do you wanna get a star?”

“My Mom is gonna send our old one with some other bits, if that’s okay?”

“Fine with me,” Beca said before she paid and they carried on walking, Chloe’s hand never leaving hers the entire time.

Chloe bought them some lunch once they reached what seemed to be the end of the first half of the market. They still had to walk down the other side so Beca was predicting they’d be here another hour at least.

“Doing okay?” Chloe asked, knowing how much Beca hated crowds.

Beca nodded, loosening the scarf around her neck as they sat at one of the picnic tables set out by the food stalls.”How much longer?”

“We can stop whenever you want, Becs, you know that right?” Chloe asked, looking at her with concern filled eyes.

“I know,” Beca said, smiling, waiting for her Mac and Cheese to cool. “I was just wondering.”

Chloe pulled up the list on her phone and started ticking things off.

“It looks like we’ve got everything we came for. We can head back now if you want?”

“You wanna see the rest though, right?” Beca asked.

“Well, yeah, but I can come back another time.” Chloe said.

Beca shook her head. “I’m good. We can see the rest. Just promise I won’t have to move out of bed until at least noon tomorrow.”

“And that’s different from how you normally spend your Sunday?”

“Sorry, I should have clarified, you’ll need to stay in bed with me.”

“I guess I can agree to that,” Chloe said. 

-

It was a week later and Chloe was dragging their newly purchased tree into their living room, close to the window so it could be seen from outside.

She was wearing a Santa hat, had tinsel wrapped around her neck like a scarf, and was singing along to their Christmas playlist. 

Beca was sitting on the arm of the sofa, getting seemingly more and more frustrated as she tried to untangle the lights.

“These are brand-new lights,” Beca muttered. “How are they already tangled?”

“Give them here,” Chloe said. “You just don’t have the magic touch.”

“That’s not what you said last night.”

“Very funny,” Chloe said, holding out her hands for the lights.

Beca handed them over but before she could say anything else, she was cut off by her phone buzzing in her pocket. She pulled it out and sighed, lowering the volume on the music.

“It’s my Mom,” she said, pressing the green button and moving out of the living room and towards the bedroom. “Hey mom.”

Chloe frowned and bit her lip, wondering if she should continue.

This was something they should be doing together, but she also knew Beca usually ended up in a crappy mood after she spoke to her Mom.

Their relationship had been strained for as long as Chloe had known Beca, but she never really found out much about it. Beca didn’t speak about her much, and always clammed up whenever Chloe would ask, even now. 

Chloe focused on detangling the lights, but decided she wouldn’t do any of the actual decorating until Beca came back.

It was almost an hour later when Beca came out of their bedroom and dropped onto the sofa beside Chloe.

“You okay?” Chloe asked, looking up from her phone.

Beca gave a non-committal grunt and turned to look at the tree. “You didn’t make much progress. Couldn’t untangle the lights?”

“Please, I did that in like 5 minutes. I wanted to wait for you.”

“I’m sorry,” Beca said, running a hand through her hair. “I didn’t mean to take that long but…” Beca shook her head as she trailed off. “It doesn’t matter.” She pulled out her phone and restarted their playlist which had ended while Beca had been talking to her Mom. “Ready to carry on?”

Chloe smiled and nodded, and the two returned to their tree.

When it was decorated with a combination of the new stuff they had bought together, and the old stuff Chloe’s Mom had sent they both stood for a minute, smiling at their handiwork. Chloe’s arms came to wrap around Beca’s waist, her chin resting on Beca’s shoulder.

“I love it,” Chloe said, giving Beca a squeeze and kissing the side of her neck.

“Me too,” Beca said. 

The soft white lights wrapped around the tree glowed with warmth against the now dark sky, the streetlights below barely reaching the window of their apartment. 

It filled Beca with a feeling of cosiness and contentment that she didn’t usually associate with this time of year. Or any time of year for that matter.

“You know, if you wanted to talk about stuff with your Mom you can?” Chloe said, cautiously, feeling Beca tense beneath her arms.

“I’m good,” Beca said. “What movie are we watching?”

“Elf,” Chloe said, squeezing Beca even tighter.

-

Two weeks later, Chloe woke up in the middle of the night freezing cold and instinctively reached out for Beca. When her hand met cold sheets instead of Beca’s warm body, she opened her eyes, frowning.

It was then she realised she could hear Beca’s voice coming from the next room. She checked her phone and saw it was almost 2 am.

Frowning, she stepped out of bed and into the living room, pulling on her robe as she went.

“Mom, I can’t have this conversation with you again,” Beca said, pinching the bridge of her nose as she paced the living room. “I’m not in Barden anymore, Mom, I can’t just come over. We’ve been through this, I’m in New York.” 

Chloe watched as Beca traced one of the ornaments on their now dark tree with her finger.

“Look, I’m gonna go, okay? It’s late. Yeah. Yeah I know.” 

Chloe heard Beca suck in a breath the way she always did when she was trying not to cry.

“I love you too,” Beca said, her voice breaking. She swallowed hard, forcing her voice to stay steady. “I’m gonna call Grandma tomorrow, okay? She can check on you.”

When she ended the call she jumped as she felt Chloe’s arms wrap around her, but she soon relaxed into her. “Did I wake you?”

“No,” Chloe said. She tugged Beca’s hand and pulled her towards the window. “Look, it’s snowing.”

They sat on the floor, the Chloe’s back against the wall, Beca’s back against Chloe’s front, and they looked looked out the window, watching the snow drift down, turning yellow as it fell under the light of the streetlights.

They were quiet for a while until Beca finally spoke.

“She’s drinking again,” Beca said, tapping her phone against her leg. “She’s been calling more and more. Wanting me to go over. She… She’s always had trouble with her short term memory, and it only gets worse when she drinks. She thinks I’m still in Georgia.”

“I’m sorry Becs,” Chloe said. “It must be hard being away from her at times like this.”

Beca sniffed and rested a hand on Chloe’s leg, her thumb brushing against the soft fabric of her pyjamas. “Does it make me a shitty person if I say I’m glad I’m not in Georgia right now?”

“No,” Chloe said. “Of course not.”

“I don’t… I don’t like seeing her like this. It just… It reminds me of being a kid, a while after after they got divorced but before my Mom lost custody. She drank a lot then. Sometimes it was kinda fun. She’d let me skip school and we’d go on these adventures together or we’d stay up late eating pizza and playing video games. And then… It was like flipping a switch. She’d just… change. She used to scare me.”

Chloe’s grip tightened around Beca’s waist, and she pressed her lips into the back of her head.

“She knows I’ll only visit when she’s sober. And maybe that makes me selfish. I know I should be there when she needs me. She’s my Mom. I love her,” Beca said, cutting herself off as her voice broke again. 

“I know,” Chloe said, softly, pulling her closer. “You’re allowed to put yourself first. You shouldn’t go back to an environment that’s bad for you. And you’re the least selfish person I know. I love you, so so much.”

“I love you too,” Beca said, wiping her eyes as they continued to watch the snow which had only gotten heavier. “It wasn’t all bad,” Beca said, after a while. “Before she started really drinking, we had some good times together, just the two of us. For years. Christmas Eve was always my favourite day of the year.”

“Chinese takeout?”

“Yeah,” Beca said with a small laugh. “She’d order my favourite and we’d have like a slumber party in the living room, watching movies and drinking hot chocolate. She said if I could stay awake until midnight, I’d be allowed to open one present. I never made it,” Beca said, smiling at the memory. “Even when things were really bad, when her drinking was at its worst, that was the one day that would always be good. Christmas wasn’t really the same when I had to move in with my Dad and Sheila. He tried but I guess I was just too angry and closed off by then.” Beca turned to face Chloe now. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For giving me a proper Christmas. For giving me new traditions and letting me reconnect with old ones. For being you.” She leaned forward to kiss her, and Chloe knelt up to meet her halfway.

-

“Chlo’ if I’m out of scotch tape can I use masking tape?” Beca called from the bedroom, two days before Christmas.

“No,” Chloe called back from the living room. Beca’s last present for Chloe had finally arrived, so she had spent the last few hours locked in their bedroom wrapping presents.

“I have more clear tape,” Chloe said, rummaging in a kitchen drawer until she found some.

“Don’t come in!” Beca said, in a panicked voice. She opened the door and quickly closed it behind her. 

“Here,” Chloe said. “Are you gonna be much longer? I’m bored.”

“Almost done,” Beca said, returning to their bedroom and shutting the door.

-

“Here you go,” Chloe said, handing Beca her container of take-out Chinese and a pair of chopsticks.

“Thank you,” Beca said, grinning as she dug in. Chloe set two mugs of hot chocolate down on the coffee table, and pressed play on Netflix. 

“Thank you for tolerating all my movies this month,” Chloe said, smiling as the opening music for Home Alone played.

“This one gets a free pass. It’s a classic.”

“I agree.”

“So,” Beca said, swallowing a mouthful of orange chicken. “If I stay up until midnight do I get to open a present early?”

“Sure,” Chloe said, grinning. “But you’ve been yawning since 6:30, I don’t think you’re gonna make it.”

To her credit, Beca lasted until 10:30 pm, falling asleep with 20 minutes to go in Home Alone 2. 

When Chloe switched the movie off, the only light in the room was coming from the tree and the string of fairy lights around their window. She thought that Beca looked beautiful in the soft glow of the lights, her face relaxed and free of the stress she had been carrying around the last few weeks.

Still, she was a little disappointed she hadn’t made it until midnight, there was one gift she had wanted to give her tonight.

-

The next morning, Chloe tried to coax Beca out of bed at 7 am, with promises of coffee and pancakes for breakfast, but Beca would not budge.

“But it’s Christmas morning,” Chloe pouted.

“It’ll still be Christmas morning in an hour,” Beca mumbled, tugging Chloe back to bed, and curling around her to stop her moving again. “You don’t need to be up so early, you’re not 6.”

“And you don’t need to sleep all morning, you’re not 15.”

“Touche,” Beca mumbled. “Merry Christmas by the way.”

“Merry Christmas,” Chloe said, grinning.

After another 40 minutes of dosing in bed, Beca finally let Chloe drag her up.

They ate breakfast in their Christmas pyjamas, and then, at Chloe’s request, they got dressed in their almost-matching sweaters and took a selfie in front of their tree.

As they exchanged gifts, they both got increasingly more nervous. Something neither of them realised as they were too preoccupied with their own nerves to be focused on the other person.

“I, um, actually have one more for you,” Beca said, standing. “Two seconds.” She moved into the bedroom.

“Yeah, I do too,” Chloe said, reaching towards the back of the tree where the final present was hidden.

After a few minutes of silence, Beca spoke up from the bedroom.

“Chlo’, can you come in here for a minute?”

Chloe suddenly got a weird feeling in her stomach, and the corners of her mouth twitched into a smile.

“Actually Beca, I kinda need you in here,” Chloe said.

There was a small silence.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“It can’t wait?”

“No.”

Another small silence.

“Meet halfway?” Beca asked.

“Okay,” Chloe said. She stood from where she was in the living room and moved so she was in front of the window.

Beca left the bedroom, something held behind her back, and she walked until she was standing in front of Chloe.

Without a word, they both dropped to one knee.

“Chloe Beale.”

“Rebeca Mitchell.”

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes. Will you marry me?”

“Duh.”

They both laughed and kissed until they had to stop, happy tears streaming down both of their faces.

“I know we haven’t been officially together that long,” Beca said, wiping her eyes as she slid the ring onto Chloe’s finger. “But you’re my soulmate. I don’t ever want to be with anybody else.”

“I love you so much, Beca. I feel like I waited my whole life for you,” Chloe said, sliding the ring onto Beca’s finger. “I want spend the rest of it with you.”

“Best Christmas ever,” Beca said, still laughing and crying.

“Almost as good as the year we got a Wii,” Chloe said, earning a smack on the arm from Beca. 

“I love you.”

“Love you more.”

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[2ofswords]

Grief pathologic, Astrid Blank Rune, Caravel inner shadow

Bad Grief

Favorite thing about them The speech pattern! The way Grief speaks is just so much fun! All the idioms and wordplay! :D

Least favorite thing about them That he defends Big Vlad :( It makes sense but is still a dissapointment. I guess, Grief really does only playact the thief after all...

Favorite line "Some are wise, others otherwise" Again, I really love the wordplay. If we go by dialogue, I really love the first dialogue with him in Pathologic two and how the whole "Artemy who cuts arteries" talk. Amazing way to introduce a character!

BrOTP Grief and Lara is quite the dynamic to imagine. They like each other but also Lara is probably pretty exasparated and gives him a hard time. Which I like. ^^

OTP Him and Stakh! Obviously his friendship with Artemy is very meaningful too, but the on and off he and Rubin has and how they start of bad and then Grief hides him in a warehouse and tries to help anyway. That's love, babey!

NOTP Grief/Aglaya. She wrecks him and breaks his mind! And I get, why people could find that enticing... But it's really not my cup of tea at all and I can't see Aglaya taking him that seriously.

Random headcanon He still sometimes randomly climbs through windows, to get into peoples houses. :D

Unpopular opinion That's more of a random theory, but I hope that he will turn out to be way more dangerous than expected in other routes. I would love to face that Artemy has a better experience with Grief because of the friendship, while others exprience him as more dangerous. Though I also like the appeal of Patho2 nice Grief.

Song i associate with them I still don't have a lot of Patho-Songs at the ready. Sorry.

Favorite picture of them I don't exactly remember, but there is this one picture with him and Victor, where he teaches him abbout clockwork? Really like that one!

Astrid

Favorite thing about them Her subtle sass! Love that she is so kind but also has the tendency to be really exasparated. We love a queen that remains kind but doesn’t take shit.

Least favorite thing about them I don't know?? I love Astrid! Their reluctancy to perform kidney surgery on other people and choosing self-sacrifice instead??

Favorite line "Du bist ein… ein netter Kerl, Jakob. Wirklich! Nur… bitte, Leute zu ermorden, ist keine Lösung!"

BrOTP Her and Kain. Those two are adorable together!

OTP Eiwaz OT3… obviously. Those three play of each other so well!

NOTP I don’t really have one? I guess I wouldn’t want her to date Jakob without Ash’s… “support”. I wanted to say, that the boy alone is very high maintenance but… Is Ash truly helping??? “^^ And it would still be cute. Though I stand by the statement, that the Eiwaz OT3 kinda only works if all three are in it and the duos alone are kind of awkward.

Random headcanon Astrid loves to tell bedtime stories. She thinks its relaxing and unwinds her from the rest of the day. So she kinda starts rambling about random made up shit, while Jakob falls asleep after five minutes and feels terrible afterwards and Ash just wants to get some sleep but listens attentively anyways.

Unpopular opinion Are there any? She deserves the world!

Song i associate with them Other than her themesong? Not really, though I’m sure it isn’t that difficult to find something for her. The problem is, that I don’t listen to a lot of chipper songs very conciously, which can make it hard to find music for the characters with a positive worldview…

Favorite picture of them Definitelly the death portrait Will made with the entire Eiwaz OT3! That's such a good one and I also love Astrid's specifically! It's so... serene.

Caravel

Favorite thing about them Where shouls I even begin? I love her range of emotions! She is so passionate – and most of all compassionate – behind her stoicism. Seeing that break through and also playing with the contrasts is so much fun!

Least favorite thing about them Her taste in men. u_u I am so sorry, queen.

Favorite line Can I just name her entire attempt to explain her backstory? No? Fine. Ihr “Debatierbar”, nachdem Turis meinte, sie hätten keine Mörder in ihrer Gruppe.

BrOTP Her and the Lads are very cute. Though… There’s also a heavy amount of projecting going on. Also it would be weird to not mention Tilly?? I love their dynamic a lot, though calling it a proper friendship… might be a little bit too much. Also there is a secret surprise BrOTP, that will help us later. :) So there’s… too many options to choose from. Which is strange, since Caravel really does need some friends right now…

OTP I totally ship Snowwhite and the Huntsman. The lies, the guilt, the tension, the truth. Breaking things apart and still wanting them to be fixed. The what ifs!! The vulnerability of showing oneself! Slowly figuring out who the other person is! And then who you yourself can be! The unresolved longing. The question if one can be forgiven and who truly has that power. What that means. What love without forgiveness means!! It only works, if Caravel grows more confident about standing up for herself but that is the journey, babey!

NOTP Well, it’s not Caravel/Turis, that’s for sure! But fuck Elliot Driver! See, one is a good lying child-murdering boyfriend and the other is a bad lying child-murdering boyfriend. It’s that simple!

Random headcanon Was almost named “Toyota” and the parents decided last second to use “Caravel" instead

Unpopular opinion I’m afraid shipping her with Turis is already the unpopular opinion. I think, she still has feelings for him. Not nessecarily good ones, though. “^^

Song i associate with them Can’t not mention “Wine Red” from The Hush Sound here, huh.. Though in my defense, it fits her backstory!!!

Favorite picture of them I think it’s the inktober one. That one is very cool!

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Joyful Reunion, Chapter 60

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Book 2, Chapter 14 (Part 5)

Thunder rumbles faintly in the distance. Wu Du comes back to their room to find Duan Ling lying on the bed with his eyes still open, glancing over to him as he comes in.

“Not asleep yet?” Wu Du says.

Duan Ling shakes his head, about to get up so he can give his spot to Wu Du.

“Just sleep on the inside of the bed. The floor’s gross. I saw the attendant mop the floor earlier and that bucket of water he was using was so dirty I wondered how many years he’s been mopping with it. Even an ancient dead well is cleaner than that.”

Duan Ling laughs. Since they’re on the road together, they’re making do by squeezing into the only good room in the post house; the bed though, is plenty big enough.

“By the time we get back they may already have relocated the capital.” Wu Du says offhandedly, “We get some good work done here, Mu Kuangda may give us a more spacious house.”

Duan Ling is still thinking about their conversation from earlier in the afternoon. “Is Xie You in Jiangzhou?”

Wu Du gives him a short hum in the affirmative. Duan Ling lets his mind wander, circling back to all those things Wu Du said earlier. He wants to learn even more, but Wu Du is one of the society types, unfamiliar with the political machinations of Mu Kuangda and his ilk. Since the dawn of time the powers between emperor and chancellor, and between local and central government, has always been a series of mutual checks and balances, a test of strength in a tug of war.

Great Chen has experienced many conflicts of war and has finally survived the most perilous period, but Duan Ling has gradually come to realise that beneath the calm surface of recuperation there are crisscrossing undercurrents; one false move and the government will capsize entirely, sinking to the depths below. Northwest of Jiangzhou stands Huaiyin, which has become an increasingly important location to Jiangbei2 ever since the Liao occupation of Shangzi, and now its local lord has grown so powerful that it seems strong enough to act in opposition to imperial powers. Princess Duanping’s marriage alliance with the Marquess of Huaiyin Yao Fu was one way of winning him to the imperial family’s side.

Relocating the capital at a time like this is equivalent to confronting the Marquess, and it is also showing the Li family’s resolution to recover the north with the central plain as a foothold. On the face of it, Mu Kuangda looks like the one who’s pushing this plan forward from the shadows, but in practice the final decision rests with Li Yanqiu. There is no telling, however, whether or not the fake crown prince possesses such valour and insight.

“What’s the crown prince like?” Duan Ling asks suddenly.

Wu Du turns over, ignoring him. Duan Ling gives him a shake, but he can only leave it be when Wu Du doesn’t give him an answer. Eyes wide open, he keeps on thinking. If all he has is himself and his fourth uncle, will he be scared? They’ll have to move the capital sooner or later; when he thinks about that, he finds himself overcome with a vague sense of excitement instead of fear. It is the excitement one feels in the face of imminent danger …

“Why do you always look like you’re still half asleep?”

The next day as Wu Du gets ready to get back on the road, he can’t even get mad when he notices Duan Ling nodding off again; Duan Ling is drowsy as anything the moment he steps out the door, so sleepy he’ll get lost if no one is there to keep an eye on him. A light drizzle has started to fall today, off and on; it’s nearly autumn now, and as they move north along the border of Xichuan, it’s also gradually getting cooler.

By the time they get to the Min River, it’s sunset behind grey skies that wouldn’t stop raining. Wu Du says to Duan Ling, “Right now you’re the young master and I’m your attendant.”

“Alright.” Duan Ling nods, and ties the belt around his robe properly. With painstaking patience, Wu Du instructs him on how he’s supposed to talk depending on with whom, what he’s supposed to say, how not to let his real identity slip. Duan Ling keeps nodding with a humble and self-effacing look on his face while thinking about other things.

Wu Du has begun to realise that Duan Ling is indeed no ordinary person — or put another way, not the ordinary person he used to think Duan LIng was. This kid thinks much, says little, and never says anything before careful deliberation. At first glance he seems inattentive, but he actually possesses penetrating insight, noticing details that even Wu Du may easily overlook.

Days of rain have left the mountain paths wet and slippery, and once they’re outside of Xichuan’s borders, many of the places ahead of them have had landslides, giving their coachman no other option but to take detours. Tonight their coachman has gotten them lost, and he calls out inarticulately to Wu Du. Wu Du can only come out of the carriage and jump on top of the roof in an attempt to survey the terrain.

“What do we do?” Duan Ling wants to come out, but Wu Du gestures for him to stay in the carriage.

“You just get some practice … on how to be a young master,” Wu Du mumbles to himself, spreading a map open. Their surroundings are pitch dark though, and there’s nothing to see with; cold raindrops wrapped in a chilled wind weave themselves through the air around them.

"The people at the post house said this is the right way, "Duan Ling says. “We’ve verified it.”

“I suspect we went the wrong way two intersections ago.” Wu Du is downright frustrated. They have a deaf-mute coachman that’s pointless to yell at, so you can only use hand signs. It’s one thing travelling on Xichuan’s roads, but as soon as they entered the Hanzhong region they’ve lost all sense of direction.

“Or we can just head back,” Duan Ling says.

“Too many forks in the road,” Wu Du replies. “Who knows where in the wilds we’ll end up if we keep moving? Let’s just stay here for the night.”

The coachman drives the carriage to the side of the road and sets up an awning behind it. Duan Ling is sitting in the carriage. Wu Du says, “I’ll go check around the area.”

“I’ll go too.” Duan Ling gets off the carriage with the dagger Mu Kuangda’s given him for self-defence.

Wu Du looks him up and down, a bit surprised.

“How come you’re so brave now?” Wu Du looks rather baffled.

Duan Ling’s not sure how to answer that; as soon as they’re out of Xichuan and his life’s no longer in danger, it seems his courage has grown along with distance. After all, no one else besides Lang Junxia is going to come kill him for no good reason, and while he’s neglected his martial arts for a year, he has been training on a regular basis so he can probably still fight.

“I … just wanted to take a walk,” Duan Ling replies.

“Just wait right here.” Wu Du turns to go, but when he thinks about it he doesn’t feel quite assured. He turns back and feeds Duan Ling a pill. “Swallow it.”

“What is it?” It’s awfully bitter, but Wu Du is looking impatient so Duan Ling can but swallow it. It sits there in his belly with a cool sensation before it starts to glow with warmth. And then Wu Du hands him a gold bead.

With a start, Duan Ling remembers the gold bead — it’s a centipede!

He daren’t take it, and even more so he dares not look at Wu Du. Wu Du says, “Take it!”

Wu Du tosses the centipede at him, and since there’s not much else he can do, Duan Ling catches it. Anyway if he’s bitten Wu Du will just have to give him an antidote. However, the golden bead does not stretch out into a centipede — it simply remains calmly rolled up.

“Put it under your shirt and keep it safe.” Wu Du gestures at his chest. “I’m going to go find you some water. I’ll be back right away.”

Wu Du’s gone, but Duan Ling dares not move that gold bead around, and he wants to hold onto it even less. He sets it down nearby and observes it for ages before he recalls the pill Wu Du gave him. It probably contained realgar3 or other drugs like it, and the centipede won’t bite him if that’s so. He’s not sure why Wu Du asked him to do it, but he follows his order anyway, and carefully tucks the bead under his shirt.

In the dark the coachman pushes a pipe cleaner through his pipe, and crouches down beneath a tree to take his smoke. Duan Ling pulls a piece of flatbread apart and climbs down from the carriage, giving half of it to the coachman, and makes a few random gestures trying to thank him for his hard work. Since they can't communicate, they each go back to what they were doing.

From far away comes the cry of an animal. At once alarmed, Duan Ling opens the carriage’s curtain to look outside.

It has stopped raining, and the night lay silent all around them; in the pitch black darkness of the night the only source of light is the intermittently dim and bright end of the coachman’s pipe, scattering off a faint, red glow. Duan Ling leaves the carriage and stares off towards the end of the road.

The rain clouds have gradually faded away, and the rain that has been collecting into puddles big and small now reflect the starry skies above. Duan Ling notices something flying away from a tree and takes several steps closer, and suddenly he finds a pair of glowing eyes glaring at him, making him yelp in surprise. His voice travels a long way on the quiet plains.

“What’s wrong?!” Wu Du’s been given quite a fright, and he appears on the highway in a single leap.

“There was … a bird.” Duan Ling points up at the tree. He saw an owl — a “cat-headed-eagle” in common parlance. Wu Du’s face twitches, and turning away he leaves once more for the pond for water.

Duan Ling catches up to him, keeping pace at a step behind. As soon as the night sky cleared up earlier, the air turned clean and fresh, brightening his mood at once.

“Someone’s been in this area.” Duan Ling says, “Look over there. Should we go check?”

“When you’re away from home don’t go around saying hello to just anyone. Not everyone enjoys having guests.”

Wu Du has wiped down his upper body and he’s left his shirt off. Holding a shoulder purse loosely in one hand, he walks back side by side with Duan Ling dressed only in a pair of pants.

“You hungry?” Wu Du asks.

Duan Ling has just had a bit of flat bread, and he holds up the rest of it for Wu Du. Wu Du eats it out of his hand and says, “Once we get to Tongguan I’ll get you something better …”

He’s barely finished saying that when they hear a horse whinnying in the distance as though something has happened; Duan Ling and Wu Du are both startled at the same time.

“Oh no!”

With a loud rumble, the carriage begins to move. The coachman yells at the top of his lungs, but his voice is abruptly cut short. The survival instinct that has accompanied Duan Ling through many brushes with death brings him back to his senses.

“Run for it!” Duan Ling immediately shouts, and pulling Wu Du with him, he starts running towards a patch of shoulder-high grass in the wilderness.

“Everything is in the carriage!” Wu Du says.

A split second’s thinking later has Wu Du accepting Duan Ling’s decision, and the two conceal themselves in the tall grass. Just as they finish doing so, arrows fly through the air, aiming at their hiding place. Duan Ling turns over once, dodging out of the arrows’ paths, and makes his escape towards the pond with Wu Du.

A horseman charges into the open. There are high piles of straw everywhere, and neither of them had been guarded against an attack; all Duan Ling has on him is a dagger, and he’s just about to give it to Wu Du when without even looking at the dagger Wu Du presses a hand casually on his shoulder to let him know he should wait behind the piles of straw. Then he covers Duan Ling’s mouth and nose with a wet cloth before tossing out a handful of glowing powder that spreads out like fireflies onto the nearby grass.

There are people coming towards them in every direction, yelling things in a language they can’t understand. Duan Ling realises immediately that they’ve run into a group of Tangut people! This place isn’t far from Xiliang, so they must have reached the border between Chen and Xiliang. Mounted banditry is a familiar sight in Tangut territory — looks like they’ve been targeted!

As this realisation dawns, the Tangut dressed up as mounted bandits nock their arrows, pointing them in the middle of the half circle they’re forming while calling out loudly.

Slowly, Wu Du raises both hands to show that he’s unarmed.

“Don’t come out.” Wu Du says, “Hold your breath.”

Duan Ling hides himself behind a pile of straw. He’s not at all worried about Wu Du’s abilities, however — he’s merely curious and wants to see how Wu Du’s going to deal with them.

The bandits come a little bit closer, and that’s when Wu Du stoops low; every bandit reacts at the same time, but as they take in a breath and fire their arrows, they all start shouting instead, evidently from a sharp pain to their hearts, and several arrows fly off haphazardly without any strength behind them at all. Some of the bandits cry out, probably having realised that they’ve been poisoned, and the group of them just falls into utter mayhem. Meanwhile, Wu Du back flips from where he stands onto a pile of straw and casually reaches out for one of the longest strands out of the pile.

“Don’t come out!” Lest Duan Ling would give him trouble again he orders once more. Then like a cyclone he spins into the middle of the mounted bandits.

Between his fingers the straw flips and spins, each casual flick bringing up a spray of blood from a bandit’s neck, and only then do the rest of the bandits realise Wu Du isn’t someone to be trifled with. With howls of fear, they back away from him. All Wu Du has in his hand is half a piece of straw not even two feet long, but as it makes contact it seems as sharp as a blade.

They’re all deeply frightened, and run away screaming with their hands to their necks.

Wu Du tosses the straw aside. His mouth slightly agape at the scene, Duan Ling has just noticed a problem.

The ground is covered in weapons, all the horses have run away, there’s blood sprinkled all over the grass, but … he hasn’t killed a single person.

“They all ran away? But … But didn’t you cut their throats?”

“All I did was scratch their necks open to scare them a bit. Who’d have the guts to keep fighting when his neck is spraying blood? Of course they’d all run off.”

Duan Ling is speechless.

Once their conversation is done, their eyes look once again into the distance. That’s when Wu Du suddenly remembers something.

“Oh no! All our stuff is in the carriage!”

As soon as this occurs to Wu Du, he quickly stumbles onto the highway, and begins his pursuit towards the direction of the bandits’ escape.

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