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fairysluna · 27 days

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Hi! Could I please request another threesome with Cregan, reader and Jace. Maybe they get jealous when they see reader with another men and want to teach her a lesson? Thank you and love your blog!

i get drunk on jealousy.

Modern!AU — After they've ignored you for a week, you were desperate to have their attention back. Flirting with a random guy might not be the best idea.

MASTERLIST

PAIRING — Cregan Stark x Fem!Reader x Jacaerys Velaryon.

TAGS — polyrelationship/polyamorous, m/m/f, smut (p in v, clit play, handjob, oral sex, creampie, spitting, cum eating, male on male action), jace x cregan, use of alcohol and drugs, kind of drunk sex, dom!cregan, switch!jace, sub!reader, jealousy, cursing. If something is missing let me know!!

AUTHOR'S NOTE — Don't expect so much of this fic, I saw this picture, I saw a vision, and basically my horniness wrote this by itself. Not my best work, but fuck it, this is just for fun. Also, this made me realize that I'm unable to write dom!Jace if Cregan is there too, oops??? I guess??? NO BETA, WE DIE LIKE MEN.

I took this request as an excuse to write this fic so... thank you for sending it and hope you enjoy this!🤍

WORD COUNT — 3.1k

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Most people on Campus knew about your strange relationship with Cregan and Jacaerys. Some guys would often call you a whore behind your back, while some girls would prefer the term ‘lucky bitch’; it was no secret that the both of them were quite known for being handsome and gallant, almost acting like real life prince-charmings. Every girl would drool for them, acknowledging their chivalry and politeness. Of course, they already knew about the attention that they received from the opposite sex, they knew about how many girls would love to be in your position. Which is why they didn't understand why you were so eager to act like a brat.

Jace tapped Cregan's shoulder as he saw you chatting with some random guy that suddenly appeared next to you on the couch. Neither of them had seen him before, he was probably a freshman or someone that sneaked into the party without invitation. Both pairs of eyes were intently staring at you, watching every move you make. They knew you weren't oblivious enough to not see it; he was obviously flirting with you, and you were clearly enjoying every moment of it. Jacaerys, being the most jealous out of the three of you, tightened his grip around his bottle of beer, his fingertips turning white as Cregan turned to look at him.

“Don't do anything stupid,” he warned him. “She'll deal with us later.”

“But look at her!” Jace snapped, his breathing ragged.

“She's doing it to piss us off,” Cregan attempted to calm him down. “She won't do anything with that guy. Just wait until the party's over and we'll take care of it, okay?”

He looked at him, obediently nodding as he took a long sil out of his beer to calm down a bit. Jace forbade himself to turn your way, ignoring your desperate attempt to make them jealous. Cregan, being a lot less hotheaded than Jace, acted nonchalantly toward your attitude, pretending you were doing nothing wrong, even when he wanted to grab your arm and take you right in that couch just to clarify that you belong to them.

Cregan knew your purpose, you both had spoken about it earlier that day after one of your classes together. They both have been ignoring you, neglecting your needs and spending more time alone — without you. At first you didn't mind it, thinking that they were busy with the final exams and their final projects of the semester; however, when you knew they were using all that time to plan this stupid party you got pissed, almost screaming at him in the middle of the campus, frustrated. Now here you were, sitting with a freshman trying to get in your pants, all while they were still ignoring you.

Both guys spent the rest of the night drinking, playing some games with other members of the fraternity and having a blast while you were standing in a corner, alone and bored; your two lovers out of your sight. Perhaps that was why you couldn't see Jace searching for you everytime he could, unable to control the jealousy that had grown within him. He couldn't find you anywhere around, which made his mind overthink about where you were, and with whom. Cregan would try to calm him down, offering him his blunt which Jace would accept in order to relax.

Hours passed, it was 4am when the music stopped and everyone passed out in random parts of the fraternity house. Cregan and Jace were stumbling their way up to their dorm, the effects of the alcohol still lingering in their bodies as they struggled to reach for their room. They both were holding onto each other until they opened the door and saw you standing in front of the mirror, wiping off your make up and getting ready to sleep. They noticed you had moved their beds together, making a bigger one as you usually do whenever you stayed with them.

They entered the room in silence, and while Cregan was closing the door and turning the lock, Jace stood closer to you almost drooling once he saw you were wearing one of his shirts. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hid his face on the crock of your neck, leaving wet kisses all over your skin and completely forgetting about the fact that he was supposed to be ignoring you.

“You're so fucking weak, Jace,” Cregan scolded him, removing his shoes and shirt, getting ready to bed.

You turned to look at the eldest guy, who just ignored your intense gaze.

“You're mad?” you dared to ask.

“We both are, actually,” Jacaerys murmured against your skin.

“And why would you be mad? I should be the angry one!”

“Oh, really?” Cregan finally turned, stepping closer to you. “Why is that?”

“You know why! We talked about this and you decided to keep ignoring me!”

Stark laughed dryly, his gray eyes getting darker as he narrowed them. “Is that why you've been acting like a fucking whore tonight? Trying to get into a freshman's pants to get our attention. Fucking pathetic.” He took a step close enough to grab your jaw and force you to look at him. You tried to squirm away from him, but Jace's arms tightened their grip around your body, and you had no escape. “Jace couldn't even enjoy the fucking party because he thought you were sucking another guy's cock. You think that's fair? To make him feel like shit the entire night because you were just needy of attention?”

“I- I didn't-”

“You broke my heart tonight, sweetheart,” Jace whispered in your ear as his fingers reached the hem of your shirt. “You need to pay for what you've done…”

“I'm- I'm sorry, I never meant to-”

“It seems like you need a lesson,” Cregan interrupted you, tightening his grip on your face and making you whine. “Something to remind you that you belong to us.”

Jacaerys' hand cupping your core with one of his hands, burying his fingers between your folds and covering them with your growing slick. He giggled, “she's not wearing panties…” he informed, smiling up at Cregan who clenched his jaw.

“Get her on her knees,” he commanded, and the youngest obeyed immediately, letting you go from his firm grip.

You fell to your knees, scratching them with the raspy carpet beneath you. Jace removed his shirt as Cregan started to unbutton his pants until they pooled around his ankles along with his underwear. You whimpered once you saw his cock starting to get hard under your haze, your mouth watering as you leaned towards his side.

“Get on the bed,” he pointed at Jace. You tried to stand up and follow the instructions too, yet he stopped you by gripping the front of your head and pulling it back. “Not you,” he sternly said. “Open up.”

Obediently, you did as you were told, opening your mouth and letting him press his tip on your tongue. He gave it a few taps, teasing before ge finally decided to start fucking your mouth. Cregan grabbed the sides of your head to keep you still in your position, and his hips started to snap against your throat without further warning. You found stability when you placed your cold hands on his thighs, grasping onto them so you wouldn't lose balance as he had no mercy with you.

You looked up teary eyed, gagging and gulping loudly as you heard his moans slipping out of his plump lips. The small eye contact suddenly became too much for him, so he leaned his head back as he closed his eyes. “Such a delicious mouth,” he praised you, “taking my cock so fucking well.”

His grip around your head started to hurt a bit, his fingertips burying in you as he fastened his pace. It wasn't hard for you to become a mess; your own drool was falling down the corners of your lips as you cried out, your whines being muffled by him inside your mouth, and your slick already starting to leak out of you. Your arousal only grew once he buried himself completely in your mouth, grabbed the back of your head and forced you to stay there for a few seconds, with his length fully sheathed in your throat. Your nose brushed against his pelvis as the air started to escape from your lungs.

“Come on now, baby,” he murmured with a strained voice, feeling his cock pulsing inside your mouth. “Take it… take it all…”

He chuckled softly as you started to tap on his thigh, and he quickly let you go. You gasped once he pulled out of your mouth, gasping for the air your lungs desperately needed. He moaned softly once he saw you; tears on your face, drool falling down your swollen lips — you looked so pretty he even thought about letting you go unpunished and just please you, but then he turned to see Jace; his cock was achingly hard, his ruddy tip leaking as he desperately fucked his fist; he had been so good to you, and you made him feel so bad throughout the night; he deserved a reward, and you deserved a punishment.

Before you could react, Cregan grabbed your body with ease, lifting you up from the ground and carelessly carrying you towards the bed. You moaned with his touch, so needy of him that even his roughness made you squirm out of pleasure. He moved your body around as if you were a ragdoll, shifting your position in bed until you were sitting on top of Jace's pelvis, his cock right between your legs. For a second you thought it was finally the time for them to fuck you, but you were so wrong.

“Grab her hips,” he commanded, using that mandatory tone that drove you and Jace insane. “Don't let her move.”

He positioned himself between the boy's legs, leaving you more confused than before. “What- what are you-?”

“I'm teaching you a lesson,” he stopped you before you could finish your question. “You'll see what happens when you behave and when you don't.”

You saw him leaning down, his plump lips wrapping the tip of Jace's cock and making him squirm beneath your body. Your mouth dropped as you looked at Cregan taking him entirely, his haze fixed in you as the frustration in your body grew even more. The youngest had his nails buried in the flesh of your hips, you heard him moan so prettily that you could even feel the slick oozing out of you, even when you were untouched. It was such a sinful image to witness, especially when Cregan's eyes became teary once he gagged around Jace.

“Oh, fuck…” you mumbled, tears of despair gathering in your eyes as your breathing became ragged. “P-please touch me…”

Jace's hand attempted to reach for your throbbing clit, but the older grabbed his hand and pushed it away. “I'll stop if you touch her,” he warned him. All you could do was cry out.

Cregan's ragged breathing would reach your folds, causing shivers all over your spine. You would try to move your hips to at least rub yourself against Jace's skin, but he didn't allow it, holding you down so tightly that you were certain it would leave a bruise.

The moans turned into whines as Jace started to quickly feel the orgasm coming. His skin was burning as Cregan fervently sucked on his tip, using his tongue to clean up the precum spilling from his slit. Whenever you would cry out or move on top of him he would feel closer to the edge, his body burning inside. “I'm so fucking close, baby,” he whimpered, “keep sucking my cock, I'm- I'm gonna fucking cum… f-fuuck.”

You saw Cregan hollowing his cheeks, milking Jace dry as he came inside his mouth. Drops of the pearly seed escaped from his lips and you felt the need to lick them both clean. You needed a taste, anything that would make you feel some kind of relief.

He sat back up, and as soon as he laid his hazy eyes on you, he grabbed your neck pulling you closer towards him. As if it was a reflex, you opened your mouth while you stared at him through your glossy eyes. He let his spit fall onto your mouth, to then pull you close and fervently kiss you. The salty taste of Jace's release lingered in your mouths as you devoured each other, you would whine against his lips, still sobbing as your pussy was already aching for the lack of attention.

That's when the boy beneath you wrapped you between his arms, forcing you to lay on top of his chest. He didn't even let you catch a break before you felt his cock slowly making his way inside of you, and you gasped out of relief. He stretched you out, providing you with that sweet sting of pain that drove you insane. His hands grabbed your thighs, folding you in half as he started to thrust upwards.

“Don't ever forget who you belong to,” he grunted against your ear as you struggled to keep it quiet. Probably the whole house knew what you were doing, and maybe that was their purpose all along. “You're fucking ours, baby. This tight pussy belongs to us, do you hear me?”

Cregan's hand fell hard on your throbbing clit as you remained silent. A whine left your lips as Jace kept bullying your gummy, wet walls with his girth.

“Answer him,” he demanded, getting closer to you and placing his leaking cock on top of your swollen pearl. You felt the room spinning.

“Yes! Yes! I'm- fuck… I'm fucking yours,” you sobbed.

The whole situation became overwhelming, while one was burying himself in the deepest part of you, the other was rubbing himself on your sensitive flesh, searching for his own release as he wrapped his hand around your throat.

“Fuck, you're fucking squeezing me so tight, baby,” Jace moaned, breathlessly as he felt the mixture of your slick falling down his sack. The lewd sounds of your folds getting stretched by his thickness almost making him cum again. “So fuckin delicious…”

“We've just started and we already fucked her silly,” Cregan chuckled. “She's a fucking mess for us…”

A layer of sweat covered your body; you felt the blood burning inside your veins, the orgasm approaching you embarrassingly fast as they were stimulating your senses. Your eyes rolled back, the desperate pleads slipping out of your lips as you were begging them to make you cum. You were shaking, your face covered in tears as the moans were ripped out of your throat.

“So loud,” the older teased you, “gonna wake up the whole fucking house…”

“I- I need to… please, I need to cum!”

Cregan leaned towards you, and Jace instinctively fastened his pace, burying himself deeper and harder; you had a hard time thinking straight as the older’s hands tightened around your neck. “Ow, poor girl, wants to cum. I don't think you deserve it.”

“P-please, Cregan…”

“Work for it,” he demanded. “Make Jace cum and then you're free to do it too.”

Almost as if it was an instinct, you started to move your hips up and down Jace's cock, making the thrusts more intense and deeper. The younger moaned loudly, already feeling overstimulated by your movements and feeling his sack heavy with a new load of his release. He thought about how pretty you would look with your legs spreaded and his seed falling from your weeping hole; that image alone almost made him peak right in the spot.

“Jacey, please!” you whined, already growing tired. “Please, please, cum in me!”

“Want me to fill your pretty cunny, baby? Mhm? Want my cum inside of you?” he teased, and you rolled your eyes as your walls clenched with his filthy words.

“Yes… yes, please… give it to me, please…”

As a spectator, Cregan groaned loudly, quickly rubbing his hands around his shaft with his eyes fixed in the way Jace was filling you up, bewitched by that bulge in your belly that grew each time that he would bury himself deep inside of you, touching your sweet spot over and over until your head feel dizzy and all that left your mouth were incoherent mumbling.

“I can't… I can't hold it…” you sobbed.

“Come on, baby, I'm so fucking close, just wait for me,” Jace whimpered, his movements getting more desperate and sloppier.

“I can't! I can't! F-fuck…”

Everything came to a breaking point once your release gushed out of you, spurring all over them and making a complete mess. Neither of them could hold back after such an obscene view in front of them, and they were quick to follow. Jacaerys finally spilled himself in you, his seed painting your walls and filling you to the brim. Lastly, Cregan stained your shirt and flesh with his pearly drops, moaning so beautifully that it made you feel butterflies in your belly.

You hissed when Jace pulled out of you, feeling your legs shake while Cregan struggled to stand up from the bed and looking for something to clean you up while you laid against the younger’s body, who softly wiped the tears out of your face.

“Shh… it's okay, you did so good for us, my love,” he cooes, so gently. “So, so good.”

“I'm- I'm sorry,” you mumbled while Cregan returned to your side with a towel in his hand. With soft brushes he started to clean your thighs, your belly and the raw flesh between your legs. “I- I never meant to make you two feel bad… I was- I was being so selfish-”

“Hey,” Cregan stopped you, holding your face with gentleness; so different from his previous touch. “It's already behind us, okay?”

Once he finished cleaning you up, your body fell into Jace's embrace as he wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you closer to him and cuddling with you. He hid his face on the crook of your neck and softly hummed when the remains of your sweet perfume reached his nose.

“We love you so much,” he whispered, “please, don't ever do that to us again…”

You grabbed your face only to see his puppy, brown eyes. A gentle, soft kiss was shared as you felt Cregan laying down behind you and fondling your body, soon you three had your limbs tangled as you kissed and caressed each other without shame. Loving touches that relaxed all of you.

“I'm sorry,” you whispered again to the both of them. “I'll never do that again.”

“Do you promise?” Cregan asked.

“I promise,” you softly nodded.

The Northern boy leaned to leave a soft kiss on your cheek, you both shared a gentle smile which let you know that the anger that was once within him was now fully gone.

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sissylittlefeather · 5 months

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I wrote something!!!

I'm not sure if it's any good, but the writer's block passed long enough for me to get this one done. I hope you enjoy it!

Hot for Teacher

A/N: an AU in which you and Elvis are teachers at a high school together. Special thanks to @ccab for helping me come up with the idea for this one! Also, this is a slow burn, but the payout is worth it, I hope!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI!, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, ejaculation, also some baby talk during sex kinda?

Word count: ~5.5k

It's 1965, so this is our Mr. Presley:

You'd been the art teacher at Central High School for almost five years when they hired a new choir director in 1965. You were sad when Mrs. Sparks retired because she had been your director when you went to the school, but you were curious about who they were going to bring in. When you found out it was a man, you were definitely shocked. You didn't know men could teach in a school as anything other than a coach, but the principal assured you he was qualified.

When you see him on the first day, you almost drop all the art supplies you're carrying. He is the most attractive man you've ever seen in your life. When he notices you struggling with the armful of supplies, he runs over to help.

"Can I take some of this for ya, honey?" His southern accent is as smooth as butter and you're glad he's there to catch the supplies as you almost drop them again. He takes a bulk of them from your arms and then gestures for you to lead the way to the classroom. Once inside, you show him where he can unload the supplies. He walks over to you and extends his hand.

"I'm Mr. Presley, Elvis Presley. I'm the new choir director." You take his hand and shake it slowly.

"I'm Miss Y/l/n, art teacher."

"Miss not Mrs.?" He looks at you sweetly.

"Yeah, just Miss." You make a conscious effort not to look down at your feet, but his gaze is so soft that it makes you nervous.

"Well, it looks like we'll be sharing a hallway, Miss Y/l/n. Nice to meet you." He smiles and your stomach clenches. His blue eyes and perfect smile make the blush rise in your cheeks. You aren't used to being in the presence of such an attractive man.

"Yeah. Thanks for helping me." It sounds dumb but it's all you can get out.

"You're welcome! Well, I better head back to my room. If I need any help, can I bother you again?" You nod to let him know he can bother you whenever he wants. Then, he backs out of the room smiling and heads down the hallway.

******

At the beginning of the second week of school, he pokes his head into your room just as you're getting ready to walk to the teachers' lounge for lunch. You've seen him in the hall a couple of times, but there hasn't been much to your conversations beyond politeness and brief answers to his questions about the school.

"This might sound silly, but where do you eat lunch?" You noticed that he hasn't been eating in the lounge, but you never guessed it's because he doesn't know where it is.

"In the lounge. It's on the second floor in the sophomore hall."

"Oh. Do you mind if I come with you?" You look up at him. Is he asking to eat lunch with you? No. Surely he just wants to know where the lounge is.

"Yeah, sure!" He nods and smiles, almost seeming relieved that you said yes. You grab your lunch box and walk with him up the back stairs to the lounge. You assume that once you get there, he'll sit somewhere away from you, but he doesn't. He settles in right next to you and starts to unload his food.

"How long have you been here?"

"This is my fifth year."

"Did you teach somewhere before this?"

"Nope. This is my only school."

"So you're, what, 26?"

"28. I went to graduate school before I started teaching." You're not sure why your age matters, but the more you talk, the more comfortable you get with him. He's very easy to talk to because it feels like he's really listening.

"This is my 8th year teaching, but I started at a bigger school as an assistant director."

"How are you liking it here?" He smiles and the conversation continues through lunch.

He walks you back to your classroom and thanks you for helping him find the lounge.

"Same time tomorrow?" He asks when you reach your door.

"Oh, yeah, sure." You're not sure why he's so excited to eat lunch with you, but you're not complaining. He's so cute and surprisingly good company.

When the kids make their way into the room, you hear a group of girls whispering and catch pieces of the conversation. You definitely hear "Mr. Presley" and something about wearing a short skirt. At first, you roll your eyes, but then you say a quick prayer that he's not one of those teachers.

******

Your lunchtime together becomes a ritual and before too long, you both come to expect each other's company while you eat. One day, you have to stay in your room while a group of girls works on a project. He pokes his head in to pick you up for your walk to the lounge, but you gesture to the girls.

"No lunch date today?" He asks, disappointment in his voice. Your mouth pops open at the word date, but you close it quickly. However, the group of girls definitely notice both his use of the word and your reaction. They look at each other and giggle.

"No, I'm sorry. I have to stay with them."

"Tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I should be available."

"Good!" He smiles and backs out of the room.

As soon as he's gone, the girls elbow each other trying to get the other one to talk. Finally, one pipes up.

"Miss Y/l/n, are you dating Mr. Presley?" You feel your cheeks get hot.

"No. I'm absolutely not."

"Why not? If he looked at me like that, I would!" They erupt into a cascade of giggles and your cheeks get even hotter.

How does he look at you? Surely, they're just seeing things.

******

It doesn't take long for the rumors to start flying around the school about you and Mr. Presley. You finally hear one that makes you blush and you decide to talk to him and see what he has to say about them. When you walk to his room after school, he's sitting at the piano and there's a group of girls all fighting for his attention. He's trying to get them to focus on whatever they're supposed to be practicing, but they're too busy trying to flirt. At first, you get a little nervous that he's feeding into their efforts, but it doesn't take you long to realize he's not just oblivious, he's annoyed by them.

"Girls, let's go back to the beginning." He practically hollers just before he sees you in the doorway. He instantly stands up, towering over the heads of the teen girls, and smiles at you. They all stop tittering and turn to see what earned this reaction from him. When they see that it's you, they completely fall apart laughing.

He looks around at them confused and ushers them away from the piano to get their things and leave the classroom. Just as she's leaving, the last girl snickers.

"We'll just leave you two alone, then." He looks up at her suddenly and then back to you.

"What was that all about?"

"You haven't heard? Apparently you and I are doing all kinds of unspeakable things when the students leave." Now it's his turn to blush and look at his shoes.

"I try really hard not to listen to what they say about me." You hadn't considered how hard it might be for him to be taken seriously looking the way he does. He looks back up at you, the little piece of hair on his forehead bouncing with the movement.

"What should we do about it?" You ask.

"Well, we could just make the rumors true." He smiles devilishly and you inhale sharply. "I'm kidding, y/n."

That's the first time he's called you by your first name. You honestly wonder how he knows it. You're also completely caught off guard by the obvious flirtation of his last statement.

"I'm sorry. I've just found that the best way to deal with this is to joke about it or ignore it completely. Trying to deny it just makes them talk more. Trust me on this."

"Okay. If that's what you think is best." He walks over to you and you feel like he's trying hard not to touch you.

"It'll blow over. They'll be bored soon and move on to some other rumor." You nod and look up at him. There's an undeniable energy between you, but you choose to ignore it. You walk away and head for the door of his classroom. "It'll be fine."

"Thanks. I'll see you later." You head back to your classroom, nerves lit up like a Christmas tree. Was he kidding?

******

You continue like this for the next few months, eating lunch together and hanging out in each other's classrooms after school. Eventually the rumors cool, but they still come up every once in a while. You learn to ignore them and the giggling that happens any time Mr. Presley sticks his head into your classroom to ask a question. But you still haven't learned to call him Elvis, despite him asking you to regularly. When you're alone, he calls you by your first name. There are several more occasions that feel specifically flirty, but they're never overt enough for you to know whether he's serious or not.

In the spring, he decides to take his competition choir to a contest in Florida. He needs a female chaperone, so he asks you if you'll go with them. You're not sure how you feel about spending a weekend on the beach with 20 high school kids and this man that you can't stop thinking about, but you decide to say yes when he comes practically begging with his big blue eyes.

"Please, y/n, I really need a female teacher to come with us. Everything is paid for. It'll be fun."

"Okay, but where exactly are we going?" You ask tentatively. His eyes start to sparkle when you say okay.

"Fort Lauderdale. There's a big choir festival there every year. And the kids get some beach time. It'll be great."

"Beach time? We have to chaperone them on the beach?" He laughs.

"Nah, we'll let them run wild for that part." You reach out and shove him playfully without thinking. That's the first time you've ever really touched him and there's definitely something there that makes your heart skip a little. He gives you a look that seems to indicate that he felt something similar. There's a moment where you're looking at each other before his classroom door opens and the principal walks in, breaking whatever was between you.

"Mr. Presley, did you find a female chaperone for your trip?"

"I did! Miss y/l/n has agreed to come with us." The principal looks between you for a second and then shrugs.

"Sounds good. Just make sure you keep the kids safe, keep them out of trouble, and bring back a trophy." She turns and walks out, leaving you alone with him again. You look back at him and raise your eyebrows.

"Guess there's no backing out now."

"Nope." He smiles and you almost melt. Why does he have to be so attractive?

******

When it comes time for the big beach trip, you pack your most modest bathing suit and head up to the school to get on the bus. You're nervous about how you'll handle being the only two adults with 20 teenagers. You're also nervous about spending so much time with Mr. Presley away from school. Until now, you've never seen him outside the four walls of the high school. You settle in the front seat with your bag tucked up underneath you, assuming he'll sit in another seat. But he doesn't. He sits right next to you.

"Good morning!" His proximity makes your stomach flip flop.

"Hi, Mr. Presley." He sighs.

"Elvis, please. You can call me Elvis." You nod, but have no intention of calling him by his first name. He stands up and gives the kids some announcements and rules to follow before the bus pulls out. The drive is long, so you get comfortable and look out the window.

Once you're on the road, the conversation flows naturally between you and the time passes quickly. The kids are well-behaved when you stop for lunch, so you relax quite a bit about your chaperone duties.

When you roll into the hotel around dinner time, you're all ready to get some food and relax in your rooms. The kids need a good night of sleep before the competition tomorrow morning and beach time in the afternoon. He orders pizza for the group and everyone makes their way to their rooms to eat. You check on all the girl rooms while he walks around to the boy rooms and you meet back in the middle at your rooms. He has a pizza for you to share.

"You wanna eat in my room or yours?" You didn't think about the fact that you'd need to be in one room to share the food.

"Um, let's do your room." He smiles and opens the door for you to walk in before him. Then, he walks to the bed and sits on the edge, patting the bedspread next to him. You plop down next to him and grab a slice of pizza from the box. He grabs a slice too and sets the box down on his other side.

"We've had lunch together a lot, but this is our first dinner date. I wish it was a little fancier." He smiles and holds up his pizza. There it is again, the word date. Does he want to date you? You take a few more bites of pizza trying to work up the courage to ask. He seems to know what you're thinking, though, and addresses it before you can.

"Y'know, y/n, I wouldn't mind taking you out to a real dinner sometime." He swallows hard and looks down at his pizza. It's almost like you make him nervous too. You take a deep breath and then answer.

"I'd like that." He looks up at you quickly, a relieved smile on his face.

"You would?"

"Mhmm." You nod, smiling back at him. As you finish eating, you talk about different restaurants in town that you could go to when he takes you out. After the meal, you talk for a while before you decide to head to bed. At the door, you turn to thank him for the meal and before you know it, he's pressing his lips against yours, with his arms around your waist. You're shocked, but it doesn't take you long to wrap your arms around his neck. You stay like this for a while before he pulls back and presses his forehead to yours.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time."

You're still in shock that he kissed you. Asking you out was one thing, this was something else entirely. Still, there's a big part of you that wants him to keep kissing you. The fact that you're in a hotel room becomes glaringly obvious and for half a second you forget that you're there to chaperone teenagers. But it comes screaming back to you when there's a knock on the door. He jumps backwards away from you and hides you behind the door as he opens it.

"Mr. Presley, we were wondering if there was any extra pizza?" It's a group of boys that are apparently still hungry. He grabs the pizza from his bed and walks back to the door, handing it to the guys. Once the door is closed, he looks at you with a big sigh of relief.

"That was close."

"Yeah. I should get back to my room." He nods and peeks out the door to make sure the hallway is clear. You move quickly toward the door but he grabs you one last time and plants another kiss on your lips before you can stop him.

"Elvis!" You hiss as you break away from him and sneak over to your door.

"You called me Elvis!" He stands there with a crooked grin on his face as you blush and make your way into your room.

"Goodnight!" He whispers as you nod and close the door to your room, leaning against the back of it breathing heavily. Everything that just happened feels like a dream and you're not sure where to go from here.

A not-small part of you imagines slipping back into his room later once you're certain everyone is asleep. But you shake your head to get rid of that idea. Just because he kissed you doesn't mean he wants you in his bed. Does he?

Oh well. You won't find out this weekend. You wash your face and put on your pajamas. Tomorrow should be interesting.

******

The contest in the morning goes really well and the kids are proud to get a trophy for second place. They perform well and you can tell Elvis is proud. He's beaming when he comes to you after the awards ceremony and wraps you in a hug. It takes about thirty seconds for you both to realize that the students are looking at you.

They elbow each other and whisper, so he lets go quickly and corrals them back to the bus to go back to the hotel before their beach time. You stand there in awe for a minute before you take up the back of the line and make sure everyone makes it where they belong.

******

Once you get to the beach, the kids spread out and claim spots on the sand. You lay out your towel where you can be sure to keep an eye on them and then take off your cover up. You feel eyes on you and look over to see Elvis standing and watching you.

"Is this spot taken?" He asks, gesturing to the ground next to you.

"Nope. I saved it just for you." He laughs and sets out a towel next to yours. He has on scandalously small shorts and a small button down. You try not to stare as he sits down.

"That is a bold outfit choice." You say jokingly.

"What? It's what I wear to swim!" He tries to defend himself.

"You trying to impress these 17 year old girls?"

"No, I'm trying to impress you." He almost whispers. You look up and meet his blue eyes, and you feel like if you don't look away, he'll lean in and kiss you right there on the beach.

"Well, it's working." You whisper back as you look out to the water. He smiles and looks over to where the kids are.

"I could say the same thing about your bathing suit. You trying to drive these boys insane?" You snap your head over to him incredulously.

"I guarantee you they don't notice-"

"I hear what they say about you. I'm not the only one with a crush." You feel your cheeks get hot.

"Oh, stop."

"I'm serious. You really think that many boys are interested in art?" You have noticed an unusual number of boys in your classes. Is he right?

"I never thought-"

"You're a beautiful woman, y/n. I can't say that I blame them." If it weren't for the kids you'd tackle him right then and there. You've never made love on a beach, but he's making you think about it.

"Careful. We have a job to do here. You're distracting me." You say it playfully, but you're more serious than you sound.

"Good. The kids have to sleep eventually." He runs his finger down your arm softly, and you get goosebumps. There's an undeniable electricity in his touch.

The rest of the day is spent like this, with whispered flirtation and stolen touches. By the time the sun is setting and it's time to head back to the hotel, you're both so turned on that you're not sure how you're going to make it through dinner without jumping on him.

******

Somehow, you survive dinner at a decent seafood place close by. He wrinkles his nose when you order shellfish and you mock him endlessly when he orders chicken. But it just continues the game you've been playing since the night before. By now, the kids have to have noticed how sexually charged you both are. But if they do, they don't say anything or do anything to indicate that they do. They're too wrapped up in their own teenage melodramas to pay attention to their teachers.

When you get back to the hotel after dinner, you make sure everyone is securely in their rooms and then head back to your own room.

He looks both ways down the hallway to make sure you're alone and then pulls you into a deep kiss, this time parting your lips with his and sliding his tongue into your mouth. He presses your body up against your hotel room door and rolls his hips into you.

"I've been trying so hard not to do that all day." He whispers into your mouth after he pulls back. You whimper a little bit and he kisses you again.

"Elvis, we can't do this. Not here."

"No, you're right. I just needed to kiss you." He kisses your forehead and then pulls away from you, looking at the ceiling. He rearranges his pants, so that his erection is less obvious.

"Goodnight, y/n. I'll see you in the morning." He moves back to his door and opens it with the key. You open your door and you both walk in, closing the doors behind you.

******

In your room, you walk to the bed and sit down, sighing. You'd give just about anything to be in a hotel room with him not chaperoning kids.

You lay on your bed fully clothed for close to an hour before you finally decide you should get ready for bed. As you're walking over to your suitcase, you're surprised to hear a soft knock on the door. You assume it's one of the girls needing something, so you walk to it quickly. When you open the door, though, it's not one of the students. It's Elvis. He walks into the room and shuts the door behind himself.

"What? Why?"

"I can't stop thinking about you." He reaches out and puts his hand on the side of your face. Then, he leans in and kisses your lips gently. He hovers over your mouth and then kisses you a second time. The third time he opens your mouth with his and his tongue grazes yours softly. He hovers again and whispers.

"Do you want me to stop?" The feeling of his lips on yours is intoxicating and you need so much more of him.

"No." He dives into kissing you fully, tongue dancing wildly against yours, and hands wrapping around your midsection to grab your ass and pull you into him. Your arms immediately go around his neck, as he pulls at your clothing. He drags your shirt up over your head and off and you desperately tear at the buttons on his. He starts to walk backwards toward the bed, removing his shirt and shoes as he goes, but never letting his lips leave yours. You follow him, reaching behind your back to unhook your bra and toss it to the side.

When you get to the bed, he sits on the edge and you climb on top of him, straddling him where he sits, your naked skin pressed against each other. You make out like this for a while, feeling his erection pushing against you through his pants, before he stands up with you wrapped around him, turns, and lays you back on the bed with him on top of you. As he's kissing down your neck to your chest, he whispers again.

"You're sure this is what you want, because I'm about to hit a point where there's no stopping." You smile and nod your head.

"Yes. Don't stop." You feel him smile against your skin as his tongue circles your nipple, his fingers pinching and teasing the other. His hand grasps your side as he continues to kiss down your body to the spot between your bellybutton and the top of your pants. He removes your pants and underwear together, pulling them gently down your legs and revealing the most intimate part of you to him. Then, he kisses your ankle before sliding his hands up both of your legs, settling himself between them.

"Goddamn, you're beautiful." You've never heard him cuss before, but something about it makes your core throb. He slowly drags a finger up your slit and finds the sensitive spot at the top. "And you're already so wet for me, baby."

He starts to massage your clit and you moan and arch your back. You've never known a man to make you come so undone with just his hand. He slides his finger back down and pushes it into you, moving it in and out before adding a second finger. That's when he leans over and presses his tongue to your clit and you almost scream. He moves it over and around the hardened bud as he slams his fingers in and out of you quickly. You feel the coil of your orgasm tighten as he continues to lick you and fuck you with his hand. He feels your walls flutter and whispers into your clit.

"Come for me, baby." The subtle vibration of his voice is the last thing you need to push you over the edge and you dive into oblivion, your toes curling as the waves of pleasure rush from your core out to your extremities and back again.

"Oh, God, Elvis." You moan as you ride out the high of your orgasm. He kisses your hip and slides his fingers out of you, wiping his face as he moves back up your body.

"How was that, baby?"

"That was incredible. Don't tell me you're finished?"

"Oh, baby, I'm just getting started." He takes your hand and puts it on his hardened member and you begin to stroke him through his pants. He undoes the clasp and slides them down and you're surprised to see he isn't wearing any underwear, so his cock bounces free easily. You're not sure what you expected, considering the rest of him is perfection, but his cock is beautiful. It's uncut, long, and straight and it makes your mouth water just looking at it. But you'll have to taste it another time because he doesn't waste a second lining himself up with your entrance.

"Are you ready for me?" He kisses your mouth again.

"God, yes, please." He nods and pushes into you, slowly filling you up. The sensation is delicious and you whimper because he's going so slow.

"Your little pussy is desperate for me, huh?" He smiles and you nod aggressively.

"Well, she's going to have to wait." He teases and starts to pull back out.

"No! Please!" He laughs a little at how needy you are.

"Alright, baby can have what she wants." He pushes into you swiftly and deeply, stuffing you to the hilt. This time you moan together.

"Goddamn, you feel so good. So tight and wet for me." He kisses your neck and starts to pump in and out of you passionately. His hips slam into yours rhythmically as his balls slap your ass. You've never felt anything so satisfying and you wrap your legs around him to make sure he doesn't stop any time soon.

"Yes, fuck me." It slips out of your mouth before you can stop it and he laughs again.

"Baby has a dirty mouth. Maybe she needs to be punished." He pulls out of you and moves your legs from around him, turning you over onto your stomach. He pushes your legs together and finds your pussy, slipping into you from behind. Then, he slides one hand up under you to rub your clit, grabbing your hair and pulling gently with the other. He kisses the back of your neck and shoulder as he continues to fuck you, finger making circles on your sensitive nub.

"How's that, baby?" All you can get out is a moan and a whimper. It feels so good and you're right on the brink of another climax. The feeling of his dick inside you and hand working your clit is almost overwhelming. Two more thrusts and you tumble over the edge again, electricity bubbling in your veins as you come hard.

"Yes, Elvis! Fuck!" You say it through gritted teeth. Your orgasm seems to send him over the edge too and he pulls out quickly pumping his cock until his release shoots out all over your ass and back.

"Fuck, yes, baby, that's so good." He moans as he comes on you. Then, he rolls over onto his back next to you and you prop your head up with your arms.

"I'm sorry; I really intended to turn you back over, but I didn't make it." He smiles at you sheepishly.

"I'm not complaining. That might be the hottest thing that's ever happened to me."

He rolls off the bed and fetches a washcloth from the bathroom to clean you up. You turn over to face him on the bed and he pulls you in close until your skin is pressed up against him again. He puts his hand on your cheek and kisses you deeply.

"I'd be lying if I said that wasn't a fantasy come true." You laugh and look into his eyes.

"It was for me too."

"Can I stay with you?" He runs his thumb across your cheek.

"What if the kids need us and we're in the same room?"

"Well, then they'll have a good story for when we return. Come on, I'll leave before anyone is awake in the morning. I just want to hold you a little longer." You can't argue with that. The feeling of his body against yours is everything you've ever wanted.

"Okay. But you have to leave really early." He smiles and snuggles into your hair.

"I promise."

******

The next morning, you're awakened by a knock on the door. Elvis is still wrapped around you and you're both naked.

"Miss y/l/n! We can't find Mr. Presley! Abigail is sick!"

He pops his head up when he hears his name.

"Shit shit shit!" He whispers, frantically trying to find his clothes. You glance at the clock in your state of panic. 6:27am. He should've been gone by now. You pull your robe on and he hides in the bathroom as you answer the door.

"What did you need?"

"Sorry to bother you so early. We tried knocking on Mr. Presley's door, but he didn't answer. Abigail has a fever."

"Okay, well, we will need to call her parents. We're going home today anyway, so there's not much else we can do. Thanks for letting me know."

"Do you know where Mr. Presley is?"

"Oh, he's probably just asleep."

"We knocked pretty hard..."

"I'm sure it's fine. Go on back to your room. I'll be there in a bit." You close the door and he comes out of the bathroom and wraps his arms around you.

"That was close." You sigh and lean against his chest.

"Yeah, but it was worth it." He kisses your lips gently and then goes to finish getting dressed. You start to get ready and he gives you one last kiss before sneaking back to his own room.

******

You make it back to the school without any other incidents. The girl with the fever is reunited with her parents and sent home. None of the other kids seem to suspect anything happened between the two of you. Once all of the students are sent home with their parents, you realize you're alone with him again.

"What are you doing tonight?" He asks, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Nothing. This wasn't just a vacation fling?"

"Not for me. Was it for you?" He looks at you worried.

"Oh, no. I was just making sure."

"Can I take you to dinner? Without the students this time?" You laugh and nod your head yes.

"I wonder how long we'll make it before the kids figure us out." He ponders out loud, taking your hand and walking you to his car.

"Oh, I'm sure there'll be new rumors about us tomorrow. Might as well make them true." You give him a sly look and a wide grin crosses his face.

"Baby, that's the best idea you've ever had."

******

Fin

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JM live 15 June 2023 20:46 or 8:46pm KST

cr./to the creators of the media used in this post.

*Disclaimer: I hate Tumblr and it's stupid ass image limit. My personal feeling about this post is that it's lacking, but I guess c'est la vie, did the best under the circumstances (at least that's what I'll keep telling myself).

Guess what?

We already saw the pattern with JK, but is it possible that JM is joining in on the it? I guess we'll just have to wait and see, won't we?

I won't be talking about every single thing that came up in JM's 1 hr. and 20 min. live. What I will do is touch on a few of the interesting things that happened during the live (well, what I found interesting at least), and what followed the live as well. Because JM didn't just show and dip. He wanted to take up home in his pocket, although he did think that over 7 million at his place might be too much, maybe if it was half of that it would be ok, lol. But we know JM, for reals, he wouldn't do a live at home, so he did the second best thing, which was to come back to us with posts and comments on Weverse.

Anyways, what did we have in the live?

JM talked about the 10 year anniversary a bit. Telling us he's not really that excited, but the biggest emotion he's feeling is fun. I get the not feeling excited. He also explains why. I'm happy that he felt it fun, I can't help but think that it was a bit of a bitter sweet celebration for them. He touched, not touched on it, when he mentioned the two members in the army at the moment.

JM tells us what he's up to lately, his daily schedule, more or less.

He's asked if he's working on a song, and JM like JM answers this:

He later gives us a little more detail: he's been working out and eating healthy and working on some music and living well. Once a week he allows himself to rest.

The question I ask is if JK allows him to rest too? Lol, nah. I guess that's the day they take off to visit Bammie. Ehm... we do have the scratch to prove it...

Jokes aside, JM talks about how it's good for him to have a set schedule and be at work. For him and JK both (that's me talking not JM). And seeing that RM kind of spilled the tea, we can guess that the workouts are probably, at least some of the time, together with JK.

At the 10:40 mark approx. Tae shows up in the comments.

JM, the kind of sassy and a true Slytherin that he is tells Tae, he will if Tae continues to comment for the whole time.

Well, I guess that was the end of it for Tae, lol.

Fuck people for calling him chubby in the comments. I hate this obsession with his weight, but even more so I hate people sitting at home on their asses and calling this 1.73 meter tall man that weighs 62.5 kg after putting on over 4 kg to get there, chubby. Like wtf? Man is skinny. And minus those 4 kgs he was fucking too skinny. Do they want him to starve himself? Do they not remember the issues he had in the past with his weight (issues which always linger even if you are "eating healthy" as he put it)?

Ok, so at around 14:55 min. JM's asked for the first time about the rainy day fight. When watching live, I kind of thought he was evading the question, but him answering the question later on, I tend to believe that maybe he just misunderstood the question at that point.

JM talks about sleep and R.E.M and how when you dream your mind is active and you don't really get deep sleep, and watching a video about it. I find it kind of funny and coincidental - NOT - that JK seems to have said practically the same things using similar wording in his live as well.

But no, they definitely aren't spending time together.

JM tells us he went to sleep at 6 am, woke up at 12 pm, made himself some chicken breast to eat and went back to sleep. Sound familiar anyone?

Sleep patterns. Chicken breast for lunch.

But no, they definitley aren't spending time together.

JM is asked to do the live all night.

He wants to sleep early.

Funny how that didn't work out for him... I guess someone was staying up to be able to speak with that very special person that happened to be in LA and would be waking up just as JM was supposed to go to sleep?

Slept at 12 and woke up at 8, ate at 12 pm, rest and go to workout at 2:30 pm approx., start working at 5 pm, at night he studied English. Ehm...didn't somebody else just let us know, repeatedly, that he's working hard on his English?

From his 5 June live:

Nah, I guess just another coincidence.

What I'm finding interesting is if JM is done with his promotions and it's off to the army any time now, why would he be working on his English?

Oh how I do hope that this is for something in the pipelines that involves the two of them TOGETHER!!!

Well, it is hard to break a sleeping pattern that has been with you for years and years. We all know of JM and JK's late night/early morning escapades. All night buddies that they are.

Rainy day fight, JM's version:

So this time around JM understands the comment asking about the rainy day fight and gives us his version of it.

Of course we got JM's JK smile.

He does tell us he's giving us an edited version of it. JK, on the other hand, edited without telling us, lol. Both said a lot about the what happened before and after, but magically didn't mention exactly what was said at the moment by JK to anger JM so so much for him to react the way he did.

Anyway, we got is the story from JM's pov. And yes, there are some differences, but I wouldn't expect otherwise. 2 people, 2 povs. No 2 stories would ever be exactly the same.

The main discrepancy I found was the timeline. JK's being when they were trainees, and JM's all over the place but still later on (2014-15). Idk, I'm gonna side with JK on this one, lol. Like I mentioned in the post about JK's live, I feel like this fight was way more impactful for JK than it was for JM. And as such it's more etched on his brain than it is for JM.

Something I found interesting was how each of them was keen to take responsibility for the fight. JK blaming himself for how he behaved and what he said, and JM the same.

What I also found interesting and very much not surprising is how this fandom roles. JK taking blame for the fight = "oh poor baby bunny JK, how big of him to take the blame"; JM taking blame fir the fight = "omg, how mean is JM picking on baby bunny JK, being so mean to him, ugh we hate JM."

Did I mention how there are some parts of this fandom that I absolutely despise?

One thing they both corroborated was the state of JK's eyes the morning after, lol.

Both JM and JK were happy giggly while telling the story.

A fight that definitley left it's mark of them both but also something to reminisce back on fondly.

Something else we learnt from JM's live was that he most definitely watched JK's live. He watched JK tell us about the rainy day fight and he also found JK's impersonation of G-Dragon very funny.

When is your next album coming JM?

Listening to army love letter

JM was truly moved by this.

Did JK cook Ramen for you?

JM averting eyes away from camera and moving on at the speed of light to..."oh angel pt. 2 came out today..."

There are 1001 options to why not yet. I'm not going to even start going there, because it's irrelevant and unimportant.

What I do know is JM chose to answer that comment but a. unlike the other comments that had to do with JK which he did answer, this one answer didn't come with a JK or jungkookie attached to it. It was short and he was done with it, and b. the way he looked away from the camera while saying it and repeating it once before just changing the subject was just so sus and felt like overcompensating.

Of course there are those that jumped at it like the dead feeders that they are. This must mean that they haven't seen each other. That JM isn't important to JK, etc. etc.

Funny how JM and JK don't see each other but are eating the same things for lunch, like Chicken breast and rice… or how they aren't seeing each other but JM somehow, magically, adjusted JK's mood lamp at JK's place…telepathy and telekinesis I guess. Oh, and did we discuss the sleeping patterns yet or the fact that they both happened to bring up the science mambo jumbo about sleep and dreams, almost word for word? But nope. They definitley aren't seeing each other and definitley aren't close. Also, for someone that is distanced they sure seem to be keeping up with each others lives. JM must be really bored to be sitting down and watching JK's long ass lives.

Moving on.

JM, being the king of evading answering whatever he doesn't want to answer, reads out comments asking about travel and tattoos, and decides those are topics he does not deem answer worthy, lol.

Do I talk about the goldfish lips? Nah, I don't wanna. Go watch!

Mashimaro

And this is JK way back in 2015 already.

JM assuming the position

So after saying he should do the next live lying down, cheeky thing that he is decided he's taking JK's sleeping live and raising him one, by taking us all home with him in his pocket, lol.

Although he took it all back. Yeah yeah, excuses excuses. So he can't fit 7 million into his place. Boo hoo. 3.5 million he can but 7 he can't. I do not accept such a cop out.

And then he was done, well more or less. Hungry, asking us for recommendations for food, and tired, he says his goodbyes and turns the live off.

But that wasn't the end of it. Nope.

Remember JM said he'd update us when he got home?

Well, he did. He came back to update us time after time after time.

And a comment too

Oh, and the next day as well.

Also interesting how that 5 and 8 found their way time after time into JM's posts and/or comments. 58 that happens to represent JK time after time.

At the end of the day what did we get from the live?

We got the rainy day fight - JM's perspective (muddled up timeline though, but I forgive him, getting old does make you forgetful, lol).

We got JM tell us he has seen JK's live, the one with him telling us his side of the rainy day fight and doing his G-Dragon impersonation, and I think we can assume he saw the sleeping live too.

I can't help but wonder if JM was reprimanded for commenting on JKs previous lives (you know with the shrimp, not really shrimp, comment and let me tie your hair), or perhaps he's just laying there enjoying watching his bf crush on him live.

We had JM call army and their comments cute. Funny, huh? How JK did that too?

Kind of interesting how the two seem to be saying the same things (the cute and the sleep talk), acting the same way, eating the same things.

I was going to add a clip and link here to JK's chicken breast eating tales, him cooking chicken breast with rice, him talking about eating chicken breast for lunch. Him eating healthy now days. Sounds familiar does it? JM talking about eating chicken breast for lunch, about eating chicken breast with rice. About eating healthy lately...

But damn Tumblr won't allow me. So you guys will either have to take my word for it (please don't), or go looking. You will see I am right...

For fun I will just leave you here with this:

Cause why not end this with an ear to ear smile on our faces?

#Jimin #JM #JM live #Jikook #Kookmin #Minkook #Jungkook #JK

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shallyne · 21 hours

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The Diary of Feyre Archeron Ch. 2

Chapter two of Feyre's diary! I hope you enjoy,! Things might pick up in the next chapter

Words: 1.4k

February 7th

Dear Diary,

I feel like death on two legs. These past fews were SO hectic.

I've got the job I applied for and they agreed fairly quick for me to work the night shifts, and now I know WHY! Who would have thought so many people went to a seedy diner at the outside of town in the middle of the night? It's weird and I also need to act like nothing is different because mom knows nothing! She doesn't suspect a single thing! I guess being ignored by her has its perks?

Anyway, I'm not going down that route. Point is, I'm trying to juggle work and school and somehow get sleep at some point of the day, which worked until today when I fell asleep in Mr. Suriel’s class. And guess who woke me up? Rhysand!! He was very sweet about it but I felt so embarrassed, I basically bolted away from him and almost walked into a door. Yeah, I can't look at him anytime soon.

Also, dad is acting very weird lately. He's always in his office and barely talks to any of us if he bothers to show up for dinner, even mom and Elain.

Okay, that's it I think.

Byee

February 15th

Dear Diary,

The moon is so pretty. It's like 11pm right now and I'm not at work, I got this Saturday off to work on Sunday which even gives me a little Sunday bonus! Amazing, isn't it?

Back to the moon, it's beautiful! I've never paid much attention to it but now that I did, I never want to look at anything else again. Sitting in the moonlight and writing in my diary? That's so aesthetically pleasing, Pinterest would eat this up!

I'm also not the only one still awake, I can hear dad’s TV, he's watching the news again, as every evening although he's working much later than usual, mom is super grumpy about this. I think they even argued yesterday, I heard weird noises coming from their room.

I also have good news! Rhysand and I have to make a project together for history!! ME and RHYSAND. It's going to be so fun, as long as I keep him far away from my house. He already asked if we wanted to start the project at his house or mine, of course I said his even though I'm super nervous! We're meeting tomorrow. Should I wear the blue sweater? Maybe I can steal some of Elain’s mascara. Or I could ask her. We'll see, I guess.

I also don't know if I should leave my notebook at home. It's full of scribbles of Rhys's eyes. That's very specific but I just can't get them right! How can a person have such unique eyes? If anyone comes close to having literal starry eyes, it's him. So, what would be more embarrassing, if mom found the notebook or Rhys??

I think I'll leave it here, hide it in my closet. If mom still finds it I can lie and say it's just practice! Hopefully she won't find the R+F scribbled in the back.

I'm getting sleepy now, big day tomorrow.

Bye!

March 9th

Dear Diary,

Rhys and I got an A on our project! It was so easy working with him, it didn't even feel like working. He's not just the most beautiful guy I have ever seen, he's also so nice and incredibly smart! I think he also plays sports, what can't he do? Like, leave some talent for us!

I also got into an argument with Nesta if it's acceptable to use sus as a word. It's way too hard and time consuming to always fully spell suspiceus ous, same with saying it. Shortening it saves lots of time! She says it's stupid and to not use it in front of her friends because it's humiliating. To quote her, verbatim, “Stop trying to make sus happen, Feyre! It's not going to happen!” Rude. It's totally going to happen someday and I'm going to tell her “I told you so.” (She hates that)

Also, after weeks of acting sus, dad finally joined us at dinner and actually talked. Mostly to mom and the topic was the airplane that had just disappeared but nonetheless, he talked and his mood seemed better! He also doesn't look like a caveman anymore for the first time since he locked himself in the office, so that's good.

Mom also almost caught me eating chocolate, which would have been a total disaster. She's always making sure that we, mostly Elain and Nesta, aren't overweight. She's weighing them weekly! It's so insane. Sometimes I bring back some leftovers after my shift and sneak them to Elain and Nesta's room. They accept them and mom hasn't kicked me out of the house yet, so I assume they haven't told her. They also don't ask question when I bring the snacks, they just accept it. Good, that means they don't have to lie for me. Or I don't have to lie to them.

Okay, I guess that's it for the day.

PS: is it normal to constantly have a feeling of impending doom? Is it just PMS?

April 29th

Dear Diary,

Since Rhys and I did our project we've spent much more time together! He's so funny, he always makes me laugh. I think we've even become friends. We shared our lunch today, he got a half of my sandwich and I got a half of his! He even gave me his coke zero because he was shocked when I told him I never had any. It was amazing. (the coke, the company and the lunch)

Rhys told me he's super into astronomy, he's a nerd about it and it's so cute. I never saw him so animated about a topic! I mean, when he talks about himself. For some reason he also looks super interested when I talk about painting, he must be a good actor because I can't imagine him really being interested in art but I appreciate it anyway! No one ever really tried to listen to me about my hobbies.

I think I'm talking nonsense again, I don't know why that always happens. Sometimes my thoughts feel like a big heap of muddled words and everything is going on at once.

Oh, right, I almost forgot the most important thing! Rhys and I planned a sleepover during the summer holidays! I told him that I'd like to have a WiiU someday and he suggested a game night, because he has a WiiU, I'm so excited! I hope the time goes by fast, I can't wait. I need a break, my schedule is so tight these days, it's almost suffocating but I can't tell anyone.

It's going to be worth it, though. I'm saving my money, for what, I don't know yet. Maybe my driver's license? I have time to figure it out.

Mom is out for tea with her friends right now, so I'm using the time to listen to Taylor Swift without headphones!

May 31st

Dear Diary,

I could cut the tension here with a knife but either no one tells me what's up or they don't know. I tried to get some infos from our cook, Alis. She's always nice and she gets wind of all the gossip but she couldn't tell me what's going on.

Something isn't right and I need to know what it is, although something tells me I shouldn't. But can I just leave this mystery unsolved? Of course I can't!

It might be quiet right now, mom amd dad are in dad’s office upstairs, Elain and Nesta are in the garden and all the house staff seem to be huddled somewhere around the kitchen, whispering among themselves. Maybe I could eavesdrop? But there isn't really a way to hide without them seeing me. We definitely need more secret nooks in this house, I can't get information like this.

Nesta always says I'm nosy but that's such a negative way to look at it, I'm just curious. How is she not? How is Elain not? Is it wrong to be curious?

Especially if your parents are super jumpy for, like, the whole last week! It's super sus. Last night I knocked over the salt shaker and they flinched! Mom didn't even shout or reprimand me, she just glowered and went back to her dinner, it was sca–

Oh, hold on, the doorbell just rang, be back in a sec.

Taglist:

@captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @starfall-spirit @rhysiedarling @corcracrow @sydney-fae25 @tothestarsandwhateverend @aayo-whatt @dreamlandreader

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dnalt-d2 · 5 months

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My Thoughts on the Purgatory Finale as a Whole

So it's been a few hours since the event ended and I think I have my thoughts sorted out for the most part

I had a lot of trouble pinning down what I thought about this for a little while, and focused more on the smaller details instead of the whole thing

And for me, the resolution to the whole thing (this event) feels kinda empty. I think a way a lot of people would put it is that it felt anticlimactic, but that's not quite how I'd word it. I liked the climax, it was tense, suspenseful, exciting, etc. But it's what came after for me that feels like the problem

And that's that this event felt like it was supposed to be a resolution. But it wasn't. Everyone went through all this, these two weeks, and the months that came before, doing everything in their power to find answers and get their eggs back, and we just don't have anything. There's no answers, we only got ONE egg, and we don't even know if he made it off the island safely. None of this feels resolute.

And I get that was probably the point. I still stand by that whatever was gonna happen here today was gonna happen no matter what, with maybe a change of which egg got saved (but considering the hard stop we got on 7 when Phil spun it, and when Tina spun the wheel by accident, it landed on 7 again, I think Dapper was always gonna be the one saved as well)

This is supposed to be one of those cliffhanger endings I guess, but I think it would've been better to end it here. At least regarding the fate of the eggs. Tell us if they lived or if they died, but don't just leave it hanging like that

Because I feel like a LOT of QSMP is spent setting things up and at this point, they've just set TOO many things up without resolving them. You can only have so many loose threads at a time, something has to be wrapped up eventually

(And yeah, I get that's just something that happens when you have this many people each creating their story and their own thread, that's just how it goes)

Now for all I know, literally every problem I had could be fixed by tomorrow, in less than twelve hours, and I'll eat my words if that happens, I'll devour them freaking whole

But we still have so many unanswered questions. I wanna have faith in the admins and writers though, and hope that this is something that was meant to be like this. Because I get the struggles of writing, and while this might have felt like a Season Finale to us, it could have just been a single plot point in the overall story, and we might not have even REACHED any Season Finale yet. We just can't know right now

So yeah, that's my thoughts on it, I'm incredibly excited to see where everything goes from here, but at this moment specifically, I'm mostly just...Thinking, still. I guess. My writer brain is still trying to figure out what this whole thing was, and I'm just drawing a blank

Guess we'll see what happens tomorrow

Let's hope we can enjoy the island

#Maybe later I'll go off on all the little things I was enjoying during this #Like Phil nearly destroying his wings to save Tubbo #Fit only managing to save Bagi because Tina told her to turn on her location so she could find her #Everyone desperately trying to reach their eggs even when the literal world was falling and crumbling around them #Lots of things to think about #Lots of things to talk about #qsmp #qsmp purgatory #qsmp bolas #qsmp soulfire #q!phil #q!philza #qsmp eggs

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Happy Halloween II

Content: 1.9k words of the return of dad Levi as the Ackerman family go to a Halloween party with friends.

Warning: One suggestive comment near the end. Only read through once!

Read part one (not required) here's part three

"But, where's my little princess?" Levi frowns.

"Daddy! I'm a cat!" Levis now seven year old daughter, dressed all in black with fake whiskers, jumps at him with false claws.

He feigns fear for her sake, making her laugh.

"Well, alright I guess." It's what she wants. But up until last year she was always a princess and it hurts his heart a little.

"Are you ready?!" She asks wildly, as if she's already had too much candy.

"Just waiting on your mother." He says, stepping out of her way, heading towards your bedroom.

"Love?" He calls out and you hum his name.

He half smiles at seeing you standing in front of the mirror, dressed as a witch, fixing your hat.

You catch his eye in the mirror and whirl around.

"Spooky. Gonna put a spell on me, Mrs Ackerman?" He jokes and moves towards you, arm going around your waist to hold you.

"Would it get you to put these on?" You pull out devil horns and grin at him, hoping.

You and some other friends are taking your kids to an indoor Halloween party at their school. Parents are encouraged to dress up as well, but so far Levi isn't having it.

Levi sighs and shakes his head. "Come on! Please?" You continue before he can say anything.

"We'll take such cute family photos. Just put these on, wear a red shirt, anything!" You won't push your luck with a pitchfork and tail.

"We already are a cute family." He reminds you, taking the horns and pulling out the red shirt from his drawer that you just so happened to come across last week and thought you should get him.

Yes, you have him under a spell, you and your daughter, and he never wants to wake up.

"Yay!" Your daughter claps as she sees daddy is in fact participating, ever so slightly.

You gather some baked goods you made to bring and Levi gets the bag of candy to contribute to the cauldron, and the three of you get in the car to head to the school.

"Are you excited?" You ask the seven year old.

"Yes! Do you think uncle Jean will be there?" She asks of one of her favorite adults.

"Sure, he, Connie and Sasha said they'd be there." You smile when her face lights up at this news.

The trio might not have any kids between them, but they're always helping out at the school with the kids.

"Don't eat too many sweets, kitty." Levi tries to set some boundaries since there will be candy at home from Trick or Treating tomorrow.

"Yeah, right." She rolls her eyes, as if this is an option.

You snort at her reaction and Levi raises an eyebrow.

"When did you get so sarcastic?" He wants to know. He's pretty sure it started sometime this year.

You park the car and head inside the school gym where there's lots of people already.

There's ghosts and princesses and superheros running around. Most of the parents are dressed up too. There's games and contests and music. Something for everyone.

"Ackermans!" Connie, dressed as a theater usher, is helping at the front door and takes the tray from you to put with the rest of the things.

"Hey Levi, where's your pitchfork?" Connie nudges him.

"Don't push it." He says, going to dump the candy into the already overflowing cauldron.

"Hi!" Sasha, in a pizza slice outfit, waves happily at seeing you all. She's passing out the candy and making sure there's no arguing about who gets what.

"Oh, so scary!" She says at seeing one of her favorite little human beings, running at Sasha full speed.

"Be careful!" You shout, barely heard above all the noise. But all is well as Sasha catches her and stays upright, costume and all.

Connies leaves his post for a moment to come admire the black cat outfit as well.

In no time at all three pieces of candy and two baked goods (one for you) are gone, with more treats coming.

"Where's my favorite kid?"

She squeals at the familiar voice who playfully pulls her tail and turns to see Jean, dressed as a caveman.

"Uncle Jean!" She latches on to his leg, making everyone laugh.

"How come he's the favorite?" Connie asks, but it's all in fun.

"Gonna enter in the costume contest? I'm hosting. There's one for adults too." He looks to you in your full witch outfit.

"Yeah! Let's go sign up." You take your daughters hand and with Jean head over to enter your names, knowing full well to leave Levi outta this one.

Connie and Sasha go back to their posts and Levi looks around the room.

He sees Armin and Annie helping host games like ring toss and mini golf, Mikasa helping with crafting spooky characters out of toilet paper rolls, and Eren and Historia leading a scavenger hunt, among many other things.

"Levi! Where's the ladies?" Erwin has come in with his family, making sure to stop and see Levi. "She got you in horns at least, I see." He chuckles as Levi rolls his eyes.

"No doubt a suggestion from you." Levi has no proof, but it's something Erwin would assist with.

He has a matching superhero outfit with his wife and son, who has run right over to mini golf.

The men talk and somehow get roped into helping with musical chairs hosted by Hange, who Levi hadn't even recognized in full makeup.

It seems like it takes forever to get down to one chair but finally someone wins and Levi makes a break for it.

"There you are!" Finally you spot him, you've been looking for a while now.

"Hey. Um, I was helping with games." He points to the section with the chairs.

"Awe, that's so sweet." You reward him with a kiss.

You know events like this can be out of his comfort zone. But he tries for you both.

"Where's our kitten?" Levi notices she's not with you.

"Oh, she met Miche and his son and are playing games. You should see their matching outfits, it's adorable!" You gush over the lumberjack costumes.

Levi pouts a little, because he really could've dressed up more which would have made you happy.

"Don't worry. I adore you as is." You sense it and lean in to kiss him again.

A few more games and snacks and helping out and it's time for the contests. Miche and his son win the matching costumes, and your daughter is voted cutest animal.

"Mommy I won!" She comes up holding the play gold medal to show you.

"So cool!" You jump up and down with her.

"Alright, the individual adults now!" Jean announces from the stage.

Third time is not the charm and you lose out to Erwins wife. A perfectly acceptable alternative that leaves your daughter sad.

"It's alright sweetie. Look, mamas not sad." Levi holds her as you come over.

"What's wrong?" You ask with concern.

"She, she won but…you're pretty too!" She sobs and reaches for you.

"Oh." You chuckle some. "It's alright, really. No reason to be sad!"

Erwins wife see the commotion and comes over to comment on the crying girls and your outfit.

"It should've been a tie! Your mommy is beautiful!" The woman your daughter calls auntie says, helping dry tears.

She's only seven and still has things to figure out. But Levi also wonders if she's tired because it's getting late.

"Let's go play bean bag toss!" Erwins son is there and takes your daughters hand and helps get her back into the action.

If she was tired, that is all gone now as she goes from game to game, especially with Sasha running around with more candy.

"She's a sweet girl who loves her mommy and daddy." Erwin smiles, chalking it all up to the same reasons as Levi.

It is in fact getting later and slowly people say goodbye and others help clean up.

A few games are still being hosted a few more rounds for stragglers, and left over baked goods are being passed out to take home.

"Levi, have you seen the kids?" You had an eye on them just a moment ago and with less people, should spot them easily.

Before any of you jump to conclusions Connie points. "They're in the haystack." He's still helping clean up.

You, Levi and the Smiths wander over and come to a stop, smiling. Well, everyone but Levi.

It seems like the fun was too much and even with the noise your daughter and Erwins son are sleeping soundly together in the pile of hay.

"I don't like this." Levi scowls at the boy holding his daughter, making the rest of you chuckle.

"One day in about twenty years we're going to be in-laws." Erwin smiles happily, going to get his child off the hay.

"Not happening." If looks could kill Levi would have nothing to worry about.

You pinch his side. "Stop that." You push him forward to help Erwin and they get the kids untangled.

"Thanks for a fun night!" You make sure to tell Jean and the other young adults.

As you walk to the car, you're one of the last bunch to leave that isn't still cleaning.

"What do father in-laws call each other?" Erwin continues to dig into the situation.

"Shut up."

"Levi!" You hiss, while Erwins wife tells him to cut it out.

"Daddy don't say that." Your daughter wakes slightly from sleep.

"Sorry, kitten." He says.

You all separate and the kids wave to each other from the cars.

"Did you have fun?" You ask now that she's awake.

"Yes. Sorry for what I did." She's embarrassed about her outburst over the costume contest.

"That's okay. Really. I'm happy to know you're always rooting for me. But it's okay if I don't win." You make sure she knows.

As you file into the house with all the goodies, Levi groans.

"You still going Trick or Treating?" He asks but already knows the answer.

Once you get your daughter to bed you work on getting out of your outfit.

"You still have a spell on me, Mrs Ackerman." Levi stands watching in your room as you're almost undressed.

You look at him over your shoulder with a smile.

"The prettiest witch." He gives a sly half smile.

"Why Mr Ackerman, are you finally enjoying your devils horns?" You ask with a wink and giggle.

Before you can get any further, you hear stirring and your daughter is back awake.

Levi signs and you shrug. Well, that's what it's like with kids.

He goes to see what's up while you put your sleepwear on.

"Daddy. I couldn't sleep." She comes over to him.

"Well, princess, it's late. What's going on? Did we not tuck you in right?" He asks.

She shakes her head and pulls him so he's on her level. "No, I had to tell you. No matter what, I'm always your princess."

She hugs him tightly and Levis heart is full as he hugs her back. You watch from the doorway, feeling so very joyful.

They motion for you and you come join the hug pile. "Thank you." Levi finally says, kissing both of you.

You both have given him everything he's ever wanted. And he'll happily wear whatever costume you pick out for him next year.

#attack on titan #aot #levi #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi fluff #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman fluff #dad levi #dad!levi #captain levi ackerman #levi x reader fluff #captain levi #also featuring #erwin smith #104th cadets #happy halloween

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Weeks after Sasuke came back to Konohagakure, Sakura invited him to a festival. Sasuke was hesitant to go at first, bothered by what people might say when they see him. But, Sakura assured him that everything would be fine and others would join them as well.

Ino: Ooh! Sai suggested that sketch booth! *points at the booth adjacent to the gate* He knows the artist and likes his art style.

Tenten: Do you want to try it out? We can head there while waiting for others.

Hinata: Yeah.. Naruto said he'll be late.

Temari: Same for Shikamaru..

Sakura: *looks at Sasuke for confirmation*

Sasuke: *nods*

Ino: Let's go— Oh, is that okay with you, Sasuke-kun?

Sasuke: Uh— Yeah.

The group went to the booth and Ino introduced her companions to the artist. He agreed to give them a discount because of Sai. They went inside a make-shift studio and the artist asked them to sit on the bench. He adjusted the lighting multiple times and instructed them how to project.

Artist: Please stay still while I sketch your group.

Girls: *nod*

Sasuke went behind the artist to watch him while he drew. The girls giggled here and there but they tried their best to not move.

Artist: Almost done.. Just adding some finishing touches.

Ino: By the way, we need 5 copies of that, okay?

Artist: Yeah. But it will take me an hour to make the copies.

Temari: Hmmm I don't think we have an hour to wait though. We haven't had dinner yet.

Sakura: It's fine! Um— I mean— Sasuke-kun and I can stay here while you guys eat dinner. We had ours before going here.. Right, Sasuke-kun?

Sasuke: Yeah.

Ino: Are you sure?

Sakura: Yeah, you guys go ahead.

Tenten: Okay.. But let's see the sketch first!

Artist: As you wish.. *shows the sketch*

Ino: Wow! Sai's right! You're really good!!

Temari: We all look good! I like how he captured our expressions!

Hinata: We can't thank you enough! Really appreciate it, sir!

Sakura: Ahh I really like it! Our features are so detailed!

Tenten: We should pay more, to be honest! I look sweeter here. *laughs*

Artist: Thank you for your kind words but as agreed upon earlier, you'll get it at a discounted price. Your praises made my night, so that's enough.

Ino: Thank you so much! Sakura, Sasuke-kun, we'll go now! See you later!

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Sakura: Hmm I can smell grilled squid from here.

Sasuke: Do you want some?

Sakura: No-no! I—

Sasuke: I'll buy some. *leaves*

Sakura: Um, sir..

Artist: Yes?

Sakura: While waiting for the sketch.. Can you also draw my.. My..

Artist: Your boyfriend?

Sakura: We're not— I mean—

Artist: *laughs* Sorry for making you anxious.. Okay, you want me to draw him?

Sakura: Yeah.. If we still have time..

Artist: Give me a few minutes.

Sakura: And please.. Um.. Please give it to me discreetly. I don't want him to see it.. It's embarrassing.. *smiles shyly*

Artist: Sure thing!

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Sakura: Thank you, Sasuke-kun! This tastes really good. And it's very soft too.

Sasuke: I agree.

Artist: There's a stand that sells sakura-flavored juice outside. A must-try if you ask me.

Sasuke: Do you want to try that?

Sakura: Only if you like to try it too.

Sasuke: Okay, wait for me here. *leaves*

Artist: Now that he's outside.. Here! *shows the sketch*

Sakura: Oh my gosh! He looks so handsome!

Artist: Do you like it?

Sakura: Yes! I can't thank you enough! *gives 2000 ryo*

Artist: I can't accept that!

Sakura: No, you deserve it. Please accept it.. You worked hard on it anyway.

Artist: Okay, then. If you need my service in the future, just contact me.

Sakura: For sure!

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Sakura: Thank you, Sasuke-kun! I hope you enjoyed as much as I did.

Sasuke: I did, Sakura. Thanks for inviting me.

Sakura: Take care! Thanks again for bringing me home.

Sasuke: Yeah.

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As soon as Sasuke reached his apartment, he took out his scroll and a pen.

"Sharingan!"

He repeated the exact same movements of the artist with precision. He looked at his drawing, very pleased with the result.

"Hn. I guess I can keep a copy too."

#sasusaku #sasusaku headcanon #ss headcanon #uchihas #sscoded no 229

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Brighten My World - Tasneem x fem reader (Chapter 4)

Chapter 1

Previous Chapter

warnings: threatening, mentions of toxic parent

word count: 1.210

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“Hey, (f/n). Why have I never been over at your house?”, Tasneem wondered on our way to eat lunch.

She was feeling more confident with eating around me by now and I was always right there if her mind was trying to trick her.

“Um … I dunno. I guess it just never happened”, I supposed. “You didn't miss out on anything though.”

“I know you talked to my mom”, she confessed.

I stared at her with wide eyes, not daring to say anything as I was waiting for her to elaborate.

She pushed my shoulder playfully, making me stumble a step to the side. “Don't look at me like that! It's all good. She actually apologized to me. She told me that she noticed my improved mood since you're around and that she wants me to stay like that, even if it means that I won't keep up with all my commitments. It feels like she's finally beginning to see me.”

A bright smile captured my face. “I'm so happy to hear that, Tasneem”, I proposed.

“Thank you”, she shot back. “Seriously. For everything.”

Her smile was making my heart flutter. The urge to take her hand in mine was almost unbearable, but I knew we had to stay low in that aspect at school.

“So … back to the initial topic. I realized that my mom is completely used to you showing up whenever and I don't even know yours”, she pointed out.

“You don't need to know her”, I insisted.

“Why are you so against it?”, Tasneem inquired.

By now we were sitting outside to eat. The weather was great, which was nothing new.

“Are you afraid that she might embarrass you? Because I'd laugh about some silly childhood stories, but it would only make me adore you more”, she continued.

“Or is it because of our relationship?” She had lowered her voice for that question.

“She doesn't need to know if you don't want to.”

“No, it's not that. We just don't have the kind of relationship you and your mom have and I'm pretty sure you'll be disappointed. Or rather upset, maybe”, I claimed.

“What do you mean?”, she questioned, concern written over her face.

“It's just … I know she loves me, in some way at least. But most of the time we're living separate lives. When I was struggling with Layan's death, she told me to suck it up and stop grieving over what's gone because I won't get it back anyway. I know she meant to give me good advice. We just don't get along that well”, I explained.

Tasneem placed her hand on my forearm, a supportive gesture I appreciated a lot.

“She's pretty much a hypocrite. She wants me to tell her about my feelings and plays the concerned mom, but the next day it's like our conversation never really happened and she just wants me to go on as if everything was fine. That's why I couldn't even talk about Layan a few weeks ago. I hadn't been allowed to grieve”, I stated.

“I'm sorry, (f/n). That's awful”, she noted.

“You helped me through it”, I proposed. “I just don't want her to screw our relationship up. You know … make 'helpful' comments or trigger you in any way. I like our life the way it is right now.”

“Me too”, Tasneem agreed, smiling. “But whether you like it or not, your mom is still a crucial part of your life and I'd like to meet her someday.”

“Okay”, I gave in. “But we'll do it on a day my dad comes home early. He's amazing, just busy a lot of the time, thanks to his job. So I don't get to be with him much.”

“It's settled the...”, she decided.

“Hey, Tasneem!”, Hiba called out, approaching us.

A smug grin was adorning her face while she was scanning the way we were sitting, Tasneem's hand still on my forearm.

“What's up with you recently?”, Hiba questioned. “Why are you spending all your time with that loner? What's your plan?”

“Isn't it obvious? I'm spending time with her because I enjoy it and I'm not spending it with you because you're being a bitch about it”, Tasneem declared.

Hiba was having difficulties to control herself. At least I assumed that reading her body language before she stormed off without another word.

“I can't believe her”, Tasneem ranted.

“Maybe you should talk to her?”, I suggested. “The real kind, without just clawing at each others throats.”

“I don't think that'll do”, she presumed. “Hiba's kinda living in her own little world, thinking she's the boss and has to be in control all the time. I doubt resonating with her would work out.”

“I just don't like standing in between you”, I confessed.

“It's not you. We've been having issues for quite some time now”, she reassured me. “But that's enough with all the serious talk. Let's plan something to do on the weekend.”

Somehow changing topics was easy for once, relishing in the positive aspects of our lives. Laughing together with her just felt like every bad thing was gone. So from that point on the break ended quicker than I wished for.

At the end of the school day Tasneem and I were about to head out together like we always did. Even when I did not tag along, Tasneem insisted to walk me to the bus to cherish any moment together we could get.

But today she had forgotten one of her books in the classroom. So she had to head back while I was waiting in the corridor, close to the exit.

Everyone else had already left. At least that was what I had thought until Hiba pushed me into the bathroom that was right next to me.

“What the hell?”, I exclaimed, regaining my stance.

“What did you do?”, Hiba interrogated me.

“What do you mean?”, I inquired confused.

“What did you do to make Tasneem hang out with you? You're a loner. A nobody. Why would she want to keep you around?”, Hiba questioned, her voice dripping with disgust.

“This is between you and Tasneem. You should talk to her about it”, I suggested.

Hiba took a step toward me, getting dangerously close. Honestly it was intimidating, but I stood my ground anyway, not putting distance between us again.

“You should stay away from her”, she advised me.

“Won't happen”, I assured her.

“You'll regret that”, she warned me.

“I don't think so. But maybe you should question your behavior if you want Tasneem to be your friend because I'm pretty sure she wouldn't appreciate what you're doing right now”, I considered.

“I'm gonna make your life a living hell”, she threatened me.

“I don't think that will be possible. I've already been through hell and yet here I am. I don't go down that easily”, I promised, not suppressing the grin that was forming on my face.

“We'll see”, she alluded and left me behind.

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Next Chapter

What do you guys think about the story so far? Just finished chapter 7 btw.

Tag List: @sunwoniie

#al rawabi school for girls #tasneem x reader #lgbtqia #hiba #romance #fluff #drama #female reader

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inkofamethyst · 3 months

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January 26, 2024

The first thirty seconds of Heaven, Iowa by Fall Out Boy.. are those words??? Or did the songwriter just throw darts at a board of IPA symbols, because..? Issa bop tho even if I have no idea what's being said (a rarity for me, but I actually find it more fun in this case to just mumble random syllables for some reason).

No one keeps track of my hobbies quite like my dad. "Hey when are you going to get back into X?" "Are there clubs on campus for grad students to do Y?" "Have you ever thought about returning to your Z?" "You know, you were so good at W. Do you think you'll give it a go again?" Like JEEZ. I love my father but sometimes I won't even mourn old hobbies until he brings them up. I miss them dearly and feel the emptiness acutely, but what am I to do, lug a tenor saxophone up here? find a community theatre group with reasonable rehearsal hours? go to fiction writing workshops? pay for singing lessons???

LOWKEY,,,,, I'm so fortunate that I didn't go the lab tech route before starting this program because there's a good chance I never would've left that position. LOVE repetitive tactile actions. I could've done that for years, I think. No thought. Just centrifuge, decant, pipette, centrifuge, decant...

Might need to do a sugar detox. Again. Going to have to use all my willpower to not buy sugary breakfast foods and desserts. I think I'm overindulging on processed sugar when I'd really prefer to eat healthier. Might go back to making those little shortbread cookies since they're not super sugary but can still take the edge off when needed...

Finished The Winter King. The climax was very good, and I can see how some of the scenes could be titillating, but idk I just wasn't all that into it (3.5 rounded down). Started up And Then There Were None and I'm SO here for it. Much more compelling than Murder on the Orient Express imo, though it still has the issue associated with introducing such a large cast so early, especially since I don't have a voice helping me keep the different characters straight. I already have my guess as to who the murderer is, and they've been my guess since the second murder, so we'll see.

First week reflection: pretty good! Genetics looks like it'll be a solid class, I'm excited to learn from the prof! Cohort reading seems like it should be reasonable, actually. Lots to learn there too. Python seems alright, today's homework had me twisted up, down, and all around, but I got through it (with help). Major assignment due next week, will take a look at it tomorrow. It's so so satisfying to figure out these problems though. I have some pretty long, full days, but, I think with practice, I may get to the point where I can get most of my homework done on campus during my downtime.

Speaking of which, today I'm SO thankful for Speechify actually. Yes the service is crazy expensive and I will likely look for cheaper alternatives after my year is up, but even on the first day it is helping me speed through some of these scientific articles with full comprehension. It's really nice for helping me get over that activation energy for reading because the service gives me an estimated time to completion for each article.

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squeakygeeky · 10 months

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Language Learning Check-In: June

Assuming I keep up with this I guess I'll make this a monthly thing. I've loved languages for a long time, but this was the first time in a while where I felt like it was my main hobby. I'm currently very into the idea of 'comprehensible input' which is where things are simplified enough and with enough context that you can understand what's going on, even if you can't understand most of the words, and you naturally start picking up both grammar and vocabulary from exposure. I finally quit Duolingo cold turkey.

Thai: I started seriously studying Thai at the end of last month, starting with learning the alphabet and then immediately abandoning that to do pure listening comprehension only. I've been averaging 2hrs a day, a pace I can probably stick to for the next two months since I can watch videos during work, but not after that. This is not counting time spent watching BL since in that case I'm focusing mainly on reading subtitles, although I'm sure it helps a little. The videos I'm watching have the format of two teachers asking each other basic questions ('Is this a fruit? Do you like to eat this?') with lots of repetition, hand gestures, and doodles to illustrate.

I feel like I've been learning so much but all I can quantify is the hours spent since it's not like I'm making vocab lists or taking tests, I'm just absorbing like a sponge. My favorite part is that it's pretty chill to be a sponge so it's still possible when I'm tired, and until this past week or so I was struggling a lot with my energy levels. I don't really have any fun language facts to share other than that sky blue is its own distinct color category, there's no overall blue in Thai.

Spanish: I'm actually part of an insanely multilingual friend group now and there are a lot of Spanish speakers. This includes the friend I've been calling 'Kdrama Friend' who is actually a Spaniard, although her mother tongue is Catalan, not Castilian. Then there's my Guatemalan neighbor of the Mysterious Doormat Beverage (left on my doormat, not consisting of doormats), and a few other women. Kdrama Friend can translate (and so can some of the others, they mostly speak more English than I speak Spanish) but it's a lot less awkward when she doesn't have to. I do struggle to follow group conversations a lot of times though, so I've been meaning to seriously work on my conversational skills and now I've actually started.

It's easier than with Thai in the sense that I don't have to have visual input, I can understand intermediate to advanced podcasts like the Duolingo podcast and even native podcasts, but it's harder in the sense that I don't feel any progress since my level was already pretty high and I'm just picking up the occasional new word. We'll see how I do at tomorrow's baby shower. To be honest I think a lot of my problems with conversation are more psychological than linguistic and exist even when I'm speaking English, I can just cope better then.

I found a podcast on fashion history which I was able to follow because I'm actually really interested in that. It's the whole comprehensible input thing, I know perfectly well what a toile is and have used them, but someone at my Spanish level who didn't know how to sew clothes might have been lost.

Working on Spanish doesn't feel that exciting but it's useful and important to me for heritage reasons. If you've ever read the Josefina American Girl books, that's exactly one side of my family and my grandma grew up speaking Spanish, but my dad's Spanish is almost nonexistent and I just learned in school.

Vietnamese: You all know I love this language and I've wanted to learn it for a while, but there aren't great resources for it and while I can absolutely pick up certain words and phrases, it still kind of...doesn't sound like a language a lot of the time. Thai already feels more understandable. I think the alphabet similarity is actually hurting me because if I look at a word the way it would sound with English pronunciation interferes too much, and there aren't any videos simple enough to feel comprehensible without any translation. So this is on the back burner.

Korean: Dropped for now, although I did find some comprehensible input videos in case I decide to try learning it later.

My problem is that I now want to learn all the languages, right now, and that is not how it works. Anyway, feel free to ask me about languages any time.

#i haven't even gotten to my filipino friend who briefly taught english on a remote island in siberia #or the time kdrama friend 'translated' for our nepali friend at the doctors but she was just repeating everything in simpler english #its multilingual chaos over here #squeakygeeky learns thai

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24 to 25 days of SKZMAS | December 18th - Minho

pairing: Lee Minho x Reader

genre: rivals to lovers

synopsis: Lee Minho is a driven and loyal employee of JY Publishing. He has been working for the company for a while now and he is determined to finally recieve his well deserved promotion. Unfortunately, he is not the only one who has their eyes on the position.

warnings: light cursing

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19th day of SKZMAS

December 18th

The evaluation day comes faster than Minho expected. He gets the notice in the morning that by the afternoon, he is required to finish all his assignments for the week and at 2pm, he has a meeting with the CEO. He briefly wonders if you will be there, too.

You managed to stay somewhat civil with each other. At this point, he is convinced you are his personal purgatory, sent by whatever higher deity there is, only to cause chaos and despair in his life.

“I've never seen anyone look at their fries with such hatred.” Jisung muses, taking a bite of his burger.

“What?”

“You haven't even touched it. It's good, though. If you don't want it, I'll be happy to help with it.” Jisung says with a shrug, but eagerly waits for Minho's response. He doesn't even mind that he kinda slipped up about stealing from his plate.

“You can have it.” Minho pushes it towards him. “I can't eat.”

“What, why?” Jisung asks, as if it was the craziest thing he's heard all day.

“The eval is in like 32 minutes.” he sighs. Not like he is keeping count of every minute passing. “And if I don't get the position, I'm done for. I might as well pack my things and clear my desk.”

“They wouldn't fire you.” Jisung says and he sneakily licks the ketchup off his fingers.

“Oh, they would.”

“Would not.”

“How are you so sure?” Minho asks in a mumble.

“Bro, you're seriously dense sometimes.” Jisung says, to which Minho only responds with a look. “Yeah, I know I'm the densest in the whole office, but you're, like, a pretty close second.”

“... what the hell are you talking about?”

“You will see.” Jisung says cryptically, wiggling his eyebrows. He believes in Christmas miracles.

Soon, Minho is standing in front of the CEO's office, squeezing one hand in the other and he tries to compose himself. He barely realizes that you've walked up to him.

“Are you also shitting yourself?” You ask with a nervous chuckle, hands shaking.

Huh. “Well, if you put it so eloquently… yeah, I am.” he responds and crosses his arms on his chest. “How are you?”

“I feel dead.” you respond with a tired sigh, circles under your eyes are a permanent accessory by now. “Or rather, I feel like I’m waiting for my execution.” you correct yourself. “How about you?”

“About the same.” Minho nods in agreement. Then, there is a moment of silence. “You did well.” he finds himself saying as he looks down at his feet.

“You did better.” you admit in defeat, looking away and folding your arms on your chest. He is annoying.

“I'd hope so.” he gives you a handsome grin, but he laughs it off. “Honesty, I have no idea. I guess we'll have to see.”

“I guess. Don't think I gave up, Lee Minho.” you scoff as you step in first to the CEO's office. “Good afternoon.”

The next fifteen minutes pass in a haze. The CEO rushes through your accomplishments, your extra work, and thanks you for your devotion. She seems completely uninterested in the topic, trying to get over it as soon as possible. You exchange a look with Minho a few times… he seems to be just as lost as you are.

And then, it's time for the CEO to announce the result of the assessment. And the winner is…

“Neither of us?” Minho asks in shock. Did he hear that right? Did she really hire someone new to fill the position?!

“But… we worked so hard for this!” you exclaim, trying hard to hide your disappointment and anger but failing.

“I am terribly sorry, but… in light of recent events, I doubt I could make a fair decision.” she says, lifting her nose. “Given your… romantic affiliation with each other.”

The two of you are completely speechless as you leave her office and you stand side by side in the hallway.

“This fucking sucks.” you mutter. “It’s all your fault!” you accuse him immediately.

“Mine?!” Minho asks, shocked by the sudden accusation. “I was just kidding, and I didn't see you complain about it!” he says, pointing a finger in your face, and he is willing to push it even more because, well, it is kinda his fault. “Is it because you're in love with me?”

“Me?!” You gasp dramatically. “You are the one who is obsessed with me and flat out lies to our supervisor that I have feelings for you!” You scream and you two are causing a scene. Good thing no one can see in this secluded corridor. “I cannot stand you! You are such a piece of shit!”

“You never said no.” Minho says, his grin suddenly widening. He takes a step towards you and you take one back instinctively. Then another one and another one, and before you know it, you are flush against the wall, Minho basically pinning you there.

“Oh, sweetheart, are you scared of me now?” he asks, voice low and a little raspy. He can't help it, you affect him just as much as he affects you.

“I ain't scared of you.” you roll your eyes but gulp visibly. You are sure this scene played in your dream before but that ended with the two of you hooking up. That would never happen in reality.

“Oh yeah?” Minho asks with a shit-eating grin. He can barely holback… but he wants you to make the first move. “Then prove it, baby.”

“I fucking hate you.” you mutter with disgust, before you grab him by his collar and pull him in a kiss.

Minho smiles in the kiss before his hands settle on your hips and he pushes closer to you, practically pushing you up against the wall. He kisses you harder, all his pent up frustration surfacing as you make out. He groans in the kiss, then pushes his tongue past your lips. Fuck, you're so good…

You grab him by his nape as you kiss away the anger, and you melt against his lips. Maybe the reason why you have been mean to each other was because you were unable to express your attraction otherwise. It also didn't help that the two of you have been competing since your first day here.

“So, you are into me, huh?” you ask between two kisses, hugging him close.

“You are into me.” Minho corrects and he holds you in his arms, pressing small kisses on your lips.

“What if we both agree to defeat.” you hum with a cocked brow. But deep down you tell yourself that he was the first to fall for you.

“Deal.”

To your absolute terror, the elevator door dings and someone steps out.

“Oh, shit!” Jisung says, quickly covering his eyes as if he could see anything indecent.

“It's just you.” Minho says with a sigh and you bury your face in his chest.

“A-am I bothering?” Jisung asks before he exclaims. “The promotion!! Did you get it? Did you both get it?!”

“No.” you chuckle, hugging Minho. You don't want to say it but having him is better than any promotion. “Neither of us got it.” you say instead. “Which is good, cause Minho wouldn't have been able to handle the stress.” you add cheekily. Bickering is your thing after all, it would be weird to stop once the two of you start dating.

“And you wouldn't have been able to handle me as a subordinate. You need me to spice up your life.” Minho says with a smirk, tickling your side.

“I would have liked to boss you around though.” you admit with a huge grin. Jisung keeps looking confused between the two of you. “Let’s go grab lunch? It's on Minho.” you say, intertwining your fingers.

“Yay!”

“You still boss me around.” Minho rolls his eyes but squeezes your hand. “Fine. Let's go, then.”

“Wait, I have to call- be right back!” Jisung rushes off, leaving the two of you in the hallway.

“So… does that mean you are coming to the party with me?” Minho asks with a half smile.

“We promised, didn't we?” you ask with a grin, swinging your hands between your bodies. “Aren’t we an item?” you ask with not well hidden hopefulness.

“A very expensive, annoyingly perfect one at that.” he nods before scrunching his nose and squeezing you against his side. He cannot wait to be everyone's envy at the Christmas party. You are definitely the best thing that happened to him.

to be continued...

#leeknow #lee minho #minho #leeknow au #minho au #stray kids au #skz au #skzmas #24 to 25 days of skzmas #mymercury #yourandromeda #leeknow x reader #bf-skz

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hellfirehaley · 2 years

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Strange Love Chapter Seven

Songs Referenced: Rainbow In The Dark by Dio.

Summary: You help Ali get ready for her date with Steve, have a little one on one talk with Steve and then you and Eddie spend the day doing fall activities.

CW: spoilers for movies(Nightmare on Elm St and The Shining), language, mentions of marijuana usage,

AN: If you like this chapter and wanna be updated when the next chapter is up, comment so I can put you on the taglist. The ending to this chapter is one of my favorite parts I've ever written. Like oh my god I'm not even sort of sorry for how fluffy i made it. @spookyscoopstroop called it "idiots in love" last week and she's 1000% correct with that statement. Shoutout to my babygirl @mvnsoneddie86 for reading through these chapters every week and making sure they look readable.

Word Count: 6548

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/hellfirehaley/691398370697281537?source=share

Chapter Seven: A Perfect Autumn Day(te)

Thursday October 3rd, 1985

It was the perfect autumn day. The temperatures finally started to drop and the leaves were falling all around you. It smelled like dried leaves, fall baked goods and burning wood wherever you went. You were on your way to Ali’s house with the windows down humming along to a soft song on the radio. It was the day of her first date with Steve and you were coming over to help her get ready. You knew her nerves were gonna be all over the place and you were gonna do your best to ease them. You parked on the street right in front of her house. You grabbed your shoulder bag and got out of the car, walking to her door humming along to the new Kate Bush song as you knocked on the door.

“Be running up that road, be running up that hill, be running up that buiiilding.”

The door swung open moments later to a frazzled Ali in a pair of sheer tights and a sage green dress.

“Oh thank god Y/N! I’ve changed like five times already and I can’t stop moving,” Ali said, opening the door for you to enter.

“Well no need to fear: The Rescue Team is here and I have snacks, hair care products and a shit ton of makeup.” you state following her to her room where you could see clothes thrown everywhere.

“You weren’t kidding about the outfit changes,” you say with a laugh.

“Dude shut up! I’m so nervous. What if he hates my outfit and realizes this is a mistake?” Ali says as you go through her dresser with an idea.

“He won’t think that. He likes you Ali and if you like him, why would this be a mistake? And I’m working on an outfit for you. I swear to God If you change again, I might actually kill you. Grab those heeled boots you wore to the Bangles show we went to and change into those black tights you have.” you say with authority as you grab a skirt to go with the orange, yellow and black striped sweater. You laid out in front of her and started to look through the makeup while she changed.

“So what are you gonna be doing today since we all called out of school. Please tell me it's not gonna be sitting at home with Norm eating junk and watching just as junky television.” Ali asked as she pulled up the new tights, careful not to kink them.

“I’ve actually got plans with Eddie whenever I’m done helping you.” you say, looking between pink and red lipsticks.

“Oooh sounds fun. You two seem very comfortable together,” Ali noted.

“I guess we are. I’m just very happy to have another friend in all honesty.” you say bashfully.

"I'm happy for you too. Maybe we'll both have for Halloween." Ali said, smiling with glee.

“I don’t know about that but I do enjoy the time I do get with him,” you admit with a blush.

“Well good. So what are your plans for today Y/N?” Ali asked, pulling her skirt up and adjusting it.

“We’re gonna go get some pumpkins, carve em up and watch some horror movies,” you say.

“Sounds like a date,” Ali said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Well it’s not,” you defend.

“Yeah sure,” Ali says, pulling the sweater over her head.

“If we ever go on a date, you’ll be the first to know. Hair up or down?” you ask as you grab a few brushes.

“I think I’m gonna go with down today. Could you do a small braid or two?” Ali asked with a pout as you nod. She sits in front of you with her back facing you as you mindlessly brushed out her hair a bit and started to braid a few strands together. You started another and then braided them together. You double checked your work and smiled.

“Wow. Now face me,” you say as Ali faced you. You started to put on the foundation and blush, making sure to cover her neck too. You got lost in your process, applying brown eyeshadow, eyeliner and mascara to her eyes and light pink lipstick to her lips.

“Okay tell me what needs fixed,” you say, satisfied with your work. Ali looked at herself over again in her full-length mirror and smiled.

“I think we should try a red lip instead,” she said to you and you nodded, grabbing a tissue from her bedside table for her to wipe it off. You found your three reds and blotted them on your hand to show her.

“Which one?”

“The darker one,” Ali said, looking at her sweater before looking at you. You smile, putting the other two away before applying it delicately on her face.

“I’m nervous he’s gonna stand me up or forget.” Ali admitted.

“He’s not. It’s Steve we’re talking about here for goodness sakes,” you remind her.

“Yeah so you can see why I’m so nervous. I mean I’m going on a date with King Steve,” Ali stated, blotting her lips with a tissue to get off the extra product.

“If it helps, Eddie makes me nervous, like all the time but like..the good nervous where I don’t wanna do something stupid or be fucked with by anyone outside of our group ya know? Like he makes me feel brave again but at the same time like I did when I first got with Rob,” you say.

“Are you scared he’s gonna turn out to be like Rob?” Ali asked, grabbing her friend’s hand.

“More like terrified. That or he will turn into him over time.” you admit in a small voice.

“Y/N. Eddie Munson has been the same person as long as we have known him. Yeah he’s an asshole who smokes weed and deals but he also doesn’t take anyone’s shit. He especially won’t let anyone fuck with you,” Ali says.

“Yeah I know. But it’s hard to tell my brain that.” you say.

“Then repeat what I just said instead when you have those intrusive thoughts.” Ali said.

“Thanks Ali,” you say, hugging her for a minute before you hear a car pull up on the street and park. “I think Steve is here. Mind if I have a word with him?” you ask as you pull away, fixing her hair.

“Gonna give him the ‘Don’t Hurt My Best Friend’ speech?” Ali asked.

“Not this time. I actually have to have a talk with him about his little chat with Eddie the other day. Steve and Eddie had a talk about me behind my back about what Eddie’s intentions were and Steve told him to take care of me.” you paraphrase as Ali’s eye widen

“Oh my god, I'm gonna give him so much shit for that. He’s fucking with our plan!” Ali exclaimed.

“Not this again,” you groan.

“It’s gonna work Y/N if you just fucking let us do our thing!” Ali said as you got up. You nodded at her as you gathered your stuff up to leave. You gave a quick hug for good luck and went to the door, opening it right as Steve was about to knock.

“AH! Oh shit. Hey Y/N, you scared the shit outta me.” Steve said, one hand out on his pounding heart, the other clinging onto a bouquet of yellow sunflowers.

“Aww I’m sorry Steeb,” you say, sweetly.

“Were you helping Ali get ready?” Steve asks

“Yep. She should be ready in a minute. In the meantime, we’ve gotta talk.

“Okay…” Steve says, not following where you’re going.

“What was up with the talk you and Eddie had the other day?” you ask.

“Oh it was nothing. I needed a horror movie for a date and I asked Eddie,” Steve said, clearly lying by how he wasn’t making eye contact with you.

“Try again Steven. Eddie told me about your conversation about his intentions about how I’m a “notch in his bedpost”?! Seriously Steve?” You ask.

“Okay my wording wasn’t the best but my point was that as your best friend, I don’t wanna see you hurt again by some stupid guy.” Steve said.

“Whatever Eddie and I do isn't your business,” you say.

“Right but mine and Ali’s is your business,” Steve retorted, getting frustrated.

“When you make it my business, yes. Have I made Eddie and I your business?” you ask.

“You came into my place of business so technically…” Steve started but you cut him off.

“Okay look. I don’t wanna do this with you today. I might like Eddie and we are friends, close friends so he’s clearly going to be sticking around. We clearly have to have a further discussion about this but not when you’re about to go on a date with your dream girl. Next week, you and I are gonna make time and talk this shit out Harrington.” you say.

“That sounds reasonable. And I’ll back off, I promise. You know me Y/N. I just want what’s best for you.” Steve said, genuinely.

“And I want the same for you Steve. Which is why I am gonna get out of here since I have plans of my own to get to.” you say as you wave goodbye and head to your car, getting in and driving off back to your house. To say you were excited to see Eddie was an understatement; you were so excited that you barely remember the drive home. As you got ready, you hummed along to Rainbow In The Dark as you changed into a pair of jeans, your black boots and an old t-shirt with a red flannel thrown over the top. You fixed your hair real quick before feeding Norm and heading out the door for the day. You get in the car again and start the drive to Eddie’s. The entire drive was spent thinking about your day last week as his unofficial girlfriend and you felt warm. He was so wonderful and fun. Rob never walked you to class a single time but Eddie did it thrice in a single day. And that slap on your ass hasn’t left your mind either. The way he said “You’re mine Princess” had you smiling. You had to admit you liked him but were scared of what would happen. This was heavy on your mind as you pulled up to Eddie’s trailer. You parked next to his van and got out, feeling the cool autumn breeze on your face as you walked up and knocked on the door. Moments later, there stood Eddie smiling at you wearing a Judas Priest shirt, black ripped jeans and black socks.

“Hey Princess. How was the date prep?” Eddie greeted as he stepped to the side, letting you in.

“It went smoothly. Only had to change something once and she even liked the outfit I picked out for her. Nothing too major.” you say, closing the door behind you.

“Well that’s good. I hope everything works out for her and Harrington.” he says.

You nod your head in agreement as Eddie pulls on his Reeboks. “So you ready to go pumpkin picking?” Eddie asked excitedly.

“Yes I’ve been looking forward to it all week,” you say.

“I have too. Let me grab a few things and I’ll be ready.” Eddie said before walking back to his room. You took a seat on the couch and relaxed while you waited, hearing Eddie look around in the other room. He returned a minute or two later wearing his jackets and his Reeboks with his keys in hand,

“Sorry about that. Couldn’t find my keys for a second there. Are you ready to go?” Eddie says, offering his hand to help you up. You grab it and Eddie pulls you up to a standing position in front of him. You smile and laugh out loud about the action.

“Yeah I’m ready to go” you say as Eddie extends his hand out for you to lead you out the door and to his van with Eddie behind you locking his door. He turned on his van and W.A.S.P. started blasting loudly as he backed out and headed towards Merrill’s Pumpkin Patch. You listened to the album while it played out, mind wandering back to the day you two had fake dated and how wonderful it was.

“What are you gonna be for Halloween this year?” Eddie asked, pulling you from your thoughts.

“I’m not sure yet. I’m debating doing a character from Rocky Horror Picture Show or maybe Carrie,” you say.

“Oh that movie from a few weeks ago? That one was so weird but like a good weird.” Eddie said with a face.

“What were you gonna be this year?” you ask.

“Probably a vampire or a pirate,” he says with a laugh.

“You should do something new. Something unexpected.” you say.

“Like what?” he asks.

“I don’t know. It was just an idea,” you say laughing.

“Well maybe I’ll come up with something new for you Y/N” Eddie said.

“Good because that’s the point of Halloween is to dress up as anyone but you and have a blast with your friend. No shitty romantic shit, no family members you don’t want to see but have to greet. It’s the only holiday where us freaks get to rule over them all. Embrace it Eds.” you say with a smile.

“You’re right. I’ll try harder this year just for you,” Eddie said, taking in your words. He had never heard anyone talk so passionately about a holiday.

“Thank you Edward, I appreciate your efforts.” you joke. The rest of the drive was filled with easy conversations about each other’s traditions, activities and favorites. Before you knew it, you had pulled up to the Merrill farm and parked outside in the grass where the other patrons parked. You didn’t expect it to be this busy but it was October now so of course people were trying to be the first to have decorations up anyways. You could see a bunch of mothers out with their kids since school got out for the day about an hour ago. The kids were mostly playing on the ground by the pumpkins playing some game of Pretend. You and Eddie walked into the field and it seemed like each time you passed a mother, she would give you a disappointed look before turning away. An instinct at this point, you looked away while grabbing his hand.

“So what color of pumpkin should we get?” Eddie asked loudly.

“I was thinking a few orange ones or whatever one's call out to us.” you suggest.

“Sounds like a plan,” Eddie said, looking out for the perfect pumpkins.

“We should’ve brought Norm. I didn’t even think about it,” you say suddenly with a pout.

“We can always come back next time before Halloween and get more. I do miss the big oaf.” Eddie says.

“Wanna take him on a walk with me later?” you suggest.

“Absolutely.” Eddie says, walking away from you towards a swarm of orange pumpkins, picking up a large one after he inspected it. He tucked it into his side under his arm proudly as he walked back to you.

“Oh you’re THAT kid aren’t you? The one who had the biggest pumpkins and was surprisingly into carving them into intricate designs right?” you ask as he comes to your side.

“With pride.” Eddie says with a bow. You laughed at your goofball best friend and started to walk deeper into the farm looking for your two pumpkins before you found something better: two perfectly sized pumpkins sitting side by side as if saying “Carve me! Pick me! PIck me!” You grabbed them, using the same method as Eddie had just minutes before as you walked back up to him.

“Excellent. Are you ready to go or would you like to look a little more?” Eddie asked as you got to him.

“I’m ready to go to our next mission,” you say with a smile as you walk towards Merrill’s barn to pay. You noted how Merrill’s wife made cider, jams and preserves as you grabbed a small jar of apple butter for your breakfast. You and Eddie pay and leave, carrying your goodies to his van.

“So should we walk Norm now or wait?” Eddie asked.

“I actually walked him before I left but we do need to go to Family Video for our horror movies and snack fuel,” you say with a blush.

“Okay that works too. On that note, your chariot awaits,” Eddie says as he gets in. You do the same and Eddie takes off quickly heading back towards Hawkins. The tape ends and he ejects it.

“My tapes are down in the middle console. Could you choose one so I can focus on driving?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah sure,” you say, taking the tape out and putting it back in the empty case. You look over the artists and see a lot that you recognized: Judas Priest, W.A.S.P, Black Sabbath, Metallica, Motley Crue, AC/DC, Led Zeppelin, Dio and a few you didn’t know yet. You decided on Master of Reality by Black Sabbath. You put in the tape and were immediately flooded with the sounds of the opening chords of Sweet Leaf by Black Sabbath.

“Sometimes I forget you’re so cool and then you pull shit like this and I’m back to being bewitched by you,” Eddie says with a smile.

“I think you’re cool too, Eds. You’re so fucking cool. Like how are you my friend?” you ask.

“You’re the one who sang Motley Crue and got my attention.” Eddie pointed out.

“So all I have to do is sing Motley Crue to attract people?” you ask with a laugh.

“Worked for me, didn't it?” Eddie said with a laugh of his own.

“Touche.” you retort with a laugh. The rest of the ride you two sang along to Black Sabbath and just laughed with each other. Outside the girls, you haven't laughed this much in a really long time. When you arrived at Family Video, you and Eddie were beaming, cheeks hurting from all the laughing you had done. He opens the door to Family Video for you and immediately waves to Robin.

“Hi babes! How was Ali today? Did Steve actually dress up like I told him to? Robin asked.

“Ali was rightfully nervous but she did great! I made sure she looked her best. Steve brought her her her favorite flowers and was actually wearing his like bomber jacket wtih jeans and his Nikes.” you recall as you made your way to the counter.

“Oh my god, stop it! They’re so cute. I guarantee he’s gonna ask her to be his girlfriend by the end of it.” Robin squealed.

“I knoowww. It’s about time,” you agree with equal excitement,

“So how’s your day going?” Robin said, raising her eyebrows

“It’s going well. We just left Merrill’s Farm and he’s grabbing some Halloween movies for while we carve them.” you say smiling.

“A perfect autumn day,” Robin commented.

“You’re welcome to join us after you’re off if you’d like.” you offer.

“Thanks but I think I’m actually gonna head home after work and crash.” Robin admitted.

“Okay Robs, just take care of yourself “ you say, grabbing her hand and squeezing it.

“I will. Now go pick out your movies before we end up with a repeat of him renting Evil Dead.” Robin said with a laugh. You walk to the horror section and find Eddie, lost in concentration as he analyzes the movie titles.

“Any ideas on what we should watch tonight?” you asked as you picked up a copy of Amityville Horror.

“A few, yeah,” Eddie said, holding up two films.

“So what’s the hold up?” you ask with a laugh.

“I don’t know if I want to get a psychological one or a classic,” he said, looking through the titles. You browsed too looking amongst the titles until one leapt out at you and you immediately held it up.

“Well here’s my vote,” you say, satisfied with your choice.

“Really? I didn't have you pegged to like that movie.”

“Well I am full of surprises. Let’s get our snacks and get out of here so we can go carve those pumpkins,” you urge excitedly. You lead the way to the counter, putting the tapes down as you go to the candy, grabbing an assortment of chocolates, sour candies and sweets.

“So the Shining, Halloween and Nightmare on Elm St. I’m definitely not coming over now.” Robin jokes.

“Har har.” you say, putting the candy on the counter.

“You’re sure you don’t wanna join us? Eddie offered as you dig for your cash.

“Thank you Eddie but I am sure.” Robin said.

“Alright, suit yourself.” Eddie said as you handed Robin the money.

“Are we still on for tomorrow?” Robin asked as she made your change.

“Oh of course! Footloose, Grease, West Side Story and all the juicy details on Ali and Steve’s date? I’m so excited.” you say, basically vibrating with excitement as Robin gave you your change.

“Perfect. My place at 6pm. Have fun tonight kids!” Robin said, waving to you as you and Eddie started to walk away. You waved back as you left the store and got into Eddie’s van.

“So what should we watch first?” Eddie asked as he started the van and backed out.

“I was thinking of Nightmare On Elm St first, then Halloween and finishing out with The Shining.” you say.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Eddie says as he drives back to his trailer. This time it was filled with a comfortable silence between you as you traveled to the sounds of Black Sabbath with Eddie singing along to every song. You watched as he concentrated on the road while singing and you thought about maybe making this a yearly tradition if all goes well. When you arrived back at Eddie's, you went to the back and grabbed your pumpkins first, putting them on his front porch before going back and grabbing the bag with your tapes and candy while Eddie unlocked the door to his trailer. By the time you reached the porch again, Eddie was lugging the pumpkins inside with the door opened for you. You walk in and take your seat on the couch and take off your shoes while Eddie is walking around grabbing knives, newspapers and making up the space for you while you get the first movie ready. The previews started as you moved on the covered floor and grabbed your first pumpkin.

“Choose your weapon.” Eddie said, holding up two large steak knives that looked like the weapon used in the movies you had chosen. You grabbed the knife out of his left hand and smiled as he sat next to you, carving the top off of his pumpkin.

“Have you seen Nightmare on Elm St before?” Eddie asked as he sawed off the top of his pumpkin.

“Not yet, don’t be shocked if I jump a time or two.” you say working on your own pumpkin.

“I promise not to make fun of you too much,” Eddie said teasingly.

“Oh thank you Eddie. I appreciate the vote of confidence from you.” you teased as you put your knife down. You started to pull out the pumpkin guts just as one of the characters woke up with four slash marks on her gown. You find yourself engrossed in the film while you get out your pumpkin, watching as the plot thickens as the teenagers suffer through realistic nightmares. You jump when one of the girls is killed in her dreams and thrown around the room.

“Yeah this movie is pretty graphic, just a heads up,” Eddie says, seeing you jump as he also works on his pumpkin.

“I can see that. Who directed it?” you ask.

“Some dude named Wes Craven. He’s kind of a new director who’s done a few movies. I really liked The Last House on the Left and The Hills Have Eyes. Definitely not for you unfortunately.” Eddie said with a laugh.

“Shut up,” you say with a shove. You kept watching and tried your best not to jump or scream but it kept happening so you’d laugh immediately after you’d do it since you felt a little silly being so jumpy after a campy movie. Your pumpkin had been gutted so you started to draw on your design of a simple jack o’lantern, deciding to put this one out on your front porch.

“So if I were to do something different this year, what do you think I would do?” he asked.

“Well my friend Max has a mask from a few years back so you could be Michael Myers,” you suggest.

“Yeah everyone already thinks I’m the Boogeyman so it’s not a bad idea.” Eddie said with a smirk as he pulled out some guts and it landed with a loud splat.

“Or you could be Kurt Hummell from Metallica so it would be an easy costume,” you say.

“Yeah that’s not bad either,” he notes as he turns his attention towards the movie right as the final girl’s boyfriend gets murdered in bed and blood rushes through the bed up to the ceiling, a curtain of blood You gasp at the gore, feeling gross about having your hand covered in pumpkin. But you knew it wasn’t really blood so it didn’t freak you out as bad as you had thought.

“Don’t worry I’ll protect you.” Eddie says as he picks up his knife and jumps up, going in front of you like he’s actually about to fight Freddy for you. The thought of it made you giggle, playing along.

“Oh help help Eddieee. Freddy’s gonna get me,” you say dramatically in a shrill voice as you point at the tv right as Freddy Krueger comes up on the screen. Eddie immediately went towards the screen, thrashing the knife around like he was fighting.

“Fuck off Freddy! You’re not gonna get my girl!” Eddie said, slashing the knife a few more times.

“Okay okay be careful; don’t hurt yourself.” you say, grabbing your own knife again as you started to slice into the face of your pumpkin.

“I could say the same for you with that knife in your hand.” Eddie said, returning to his spot next to you.

“I will be,” you say as you start to carve out the eyes of your jack o’lantern. You try to listen to the movie but don’t want to slice your fingers so Eddie starts a play by play.

“So Nancy is trying to rig the house up with booby traps to get Freddy. The dad is asked to break into the house to help get Freddy but he doesn't believe her so she sets shit ton of booby traps.” Eddie explained as he continued to gut out his own oversized pumpkin.

“Seems plausible,” you say as you pop out of the first eye and start on the other. You watched the main fight between Nancy (the final girl) and our villain Freddy Krueger. The fight ends with Nancy walking away from Freddy. The movie ends with Nancy getting in her boyfriend’s convertible when the hood suddenly closes, revealing Freddy’s, revealing Freddy’s sweater pattern.

“Oh no, it’s not over,” you say as they get locked in and Nancy screams for her mother as the car drives off and Freddy drags her mother to the Nightmare verse, ending the movie.

“Again with the cliffhangers. What is with you and those?” you ask, feeling led on because you wanna know what happens next.

“The next one comes out to the theaters next month. Wanna go with me?” Eddie asks as he gets up to go to the VCR to change tapes.

“After seeing that, yeah! I have to know what happens next,” you say with a laugh.

“Yes! It’s like 2 days after Halloween I think” he said seriously.

“Well I’m there Eds,” you reply. He smiled at you as he put in the second tape, the first preview playing loudly.

“Have I told you that this was the first movie Uncle Wayne showed me?” Eddie asked as he sat back down next to you.

“No, no you haven’t,” you say, looking at him. His face softened when he spoke.

“Yeah it was when I was first brought here. I was like somewhere between 9 and 12. That important age for boys ya know? Where we need a man to show us how to be men and how to do the right thing and not the wrong one. Uncle Wayne has always been that kind of person in my life. So when Halloween came around that year, he had heard about a movie called Halloween so he took me to see it. It was one of my first movies I remember seeing. Scared me back then but it was more the jump scares. Now I rent it every year before the actual day or sometimes on the actual day if it’s not checked out already,” Eddie explained as you nodded along, hung up on every word of his story. You could picture little Eddie at the movie, beaming in excitement in the same way he is now.

“Well it’s one of my favorites too so let’s do this together every year,” you say, holding out your pinkie.

“Absolutely Y/N” Eddie said, intertwining them for a pinky promise. The opening scene starts as you watch Michael take his first victim and the main theme plays. Eddie is hard at work on his masterpiece, drawing out the logo with so much concentration that his little tongue is poked out just slightly, which you found adorable. You had finished your first pumpkin so you were taking a break and enjoying the movie.

“Did you hear Chrissy Cunningham is throwing a Halloween party next weekend?” Eddie asks, bringing your attention from the movie.

“I have not. I haven’t been invited to one of those things ever since I broke Rob’s face,” you admit with a small laugh and blush at the memory.

“Well I have to go because of work so wanna come with me? The guys are already going so you can always bring Ali and Robin. You know they’ll have a good time.” Eddie asks.

“You sure Eds?” you ask as you grab your second pumpkin.

“Positive,” he says.

“Okay I'll meet you there,” you say.

“I’ll be the one under the cloud of smoke,” he says with a devilish smile.

“Now that I believe” you say with a giggle. You saw off the top of your second pumpkin and worked on getting out all of the seeds.

“Who’s the best horror movie villain: Freddy, Jason or Michael?” you ask.

“OOF!” Eddie says, pretending to take a hard hit to the chest, falling over dramatically as you laugh at him. “How dare you ask me such a question?”

“Personally I think Freddy. After seeing that one, I am definitely gonna have trouble sleeping again,” you say.

“Alright no. It’s Michael because Jason’s kills were mostly done by Mrs. Voorhees and Freddy is still relatively new for a horror villain so let’s give him time to mature.” Eddie says.

“Wow you really know your horror movies,” you note as you plop more pumpkin mess onto the pile.

“Yeah it’s my favorite outside of fantasy and science fiction,” Eddie said.

“That makes complete sense.” you say with a smile.

“You just get me Y/N. It’s so strange but you don’t judge me for saying anything or call me a freak. It’s so…” Eddie said, trying to find the right word.

“Refreshing?” you offer.

“Yeah…refreshing. I haven’t felt like that ever since I became friends with the guys.” he says.

“I feel the same way Eddie; it’s really refreshing to be able to trust a man again,” you admit.

“Promise you’re gonna stay and not have this end up being some elaborate ruse?” Eddie asked.

“Eddie, I would never do something like that. I promise I’m your friend on my own volition. Now promise me that you’re not gonna turn out to be or turn into any kind of variation of a liar, cheater or–”

“Hey hey,” Eddie said, seeing you start to get emotional as he dropped his pen and took your slimy hand into his own, “I’m not going anywhere either. I’m not gonna change up on you at any point. I’m a pretty straight forward guy. What you see is what you get.” he promised as you squeezed his hand.

For the rest of the movie, you worked in a comfortable silence while finishing your art. You decided to carve a simple car into your pumpkin with a few baby bats in the background. You finished before Eddie and put your work by the door where your shoes rested. You sat on the couch and watched the rest of the movie curled up on his couch as he hummed to himself while working. You spaced out, thinking about how you enjoyed these moments with Eddie. He was a truly rare guy and sure, he had a life of his own and it was set but he always made time for you. He always said Yes to plans and never let you down. You were thanking God (or whoever you believe in) for bringing him to you. The movie ended a little while later and you got up to change the tapes, making sure to rewind it for the next person.

“How’s it coming along Eds?” you ask

“It’s coming. Just got a little bit left,” he admits. You could tell he put a lot of work and detail into it and you didn’t realize he was using different knives to reach the different sized details, which you had to admit was really ingenuitive.

“Well I love it so far,” you say with a smile.

“Thank you,” he said with a returning smile as you laid down on the couch, covering yourself up with a blanket. It was so comfortable being with him and as the movie started, you began to drift off to sleep.

By the time Eddie finished the pumpkins, the Torrances had begun to lose it to the Overbrook Hotel and Wendy was blaming Jack for Danny’s bruises. He went back to his room for a few minutes, rolling up a joint to celebrate your hard work and change into some more comfortable clothes. When he reached the living room, he found you fast asleep under a blanket on the couch, hands nestled under your head, hair splayed out over your face. Eddie tucked the joint behind his ear as he bent down next to you. He debated kissing you on the forehead just because it was screaming at him but instead, he put his hand on your shoulder, slightly shaking you.

“Y/N? Hey Y/N? Sweetheart…” Eddie said. You moaned slightly at the movement, awaking from your slumber a little.

“Hmmm?” you mumble, lifting your head a little bit.

“Hey pretty girl. I’m sorry to wake you. I was going to ask if you wanted to smoke with me and finish the movie but I can let you go back to sleep,” Eddie says softly.

“Mmm sure Eds. Sorry, I didn’t mean to take a nap on your couch,” you say, rubbing your eyes to mask the blush on your cheeks.

“It’s okay. It was a long day anyway. I actually don’t want you to drive home tired so you’re more than welcome to stay over.” Eddie offered as you sat up, making room for him to sit down with you.

“That sounds nice, thank you Eddie,” you say as you yawn, sort of waking up as he plops down next to you in gray pajama pants now instead of jeans.

“Do you want a pair of pajamas and a shirt?” Eddie asks as he pulls the joint out from behind his ear and a lighter from his pocket, lighting it and taking a few puffs before passing it to you.

“Yes please,” you say, taking the joint as Eddie gets up and goes to his room again. You take a few puffs before exhaling, letting the herb take its effects while you wait for Eddie. He returns a minute later with a Hellfire shirt and a pair of plaid pajama pants, offering them to you. You trade him the joint for the clothes and go to the bathroom to change. You returned a minute later in the borrowed clothes and sat down next to him, closer to him than before where this time you’re touching thighs as the Torrances began to be terrorized by Jack. You took the joint from Eddie and put your head on his shoulder, taking in a hit. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him with you partially in his lap. You zone out watching as Jack and Wendy argue.

“Y/N, light of my life” Eddie jokes in his best Jack Nicholson impression. You look up at him as he clacks his two fingers together, indicating he wanted the joint. You passed it over and watched as he took his few hits, taking a French inhale during one of them, enjoying a few moments of peace with him. You sighed softly, almost wishing every night could be like this. Little did you know, Eddie was wishing the same thing.

You shared the rest of the joint and finished the movie. You didn’t move for a few minutes while the credits rolled because of how comfortable you were. You were about to lay back down before Eddie squeezed you.

“Alright time for bed. I’m taking the couch and you’re taking the bed,” Eddie says.

“Nope I’m the guest ergo I get the couch.” you insist.

“Sorry, Princess. My house, my rules.” Eddie says as he swoops his other arm under your knees and lifts you up, taking you to his bed which is uncharacteristically made up as he lays you down on it.

“I’m not gonna steal your bed Eddie,” you say with a pout.

“And I’m not gonna let you sleep on the couch,” Eddie said, watching as you got comfortable.

“Just stay in bed with me?” you say.

“Y/N…” Eddie started to protest but you cut him off.

“What if I get a nightmare because of your movie choice since he…ya know…KILLS YOU IN YOUR SLEEP and it's a foreign house?” you say, already getting sleepy but also wanting to hide how much that concept freaked you out. But Eddie saw it in your eyes and immediately softened.

“Okay Y/N,” he said before leaving his room to go lock the door and turn everything off. Once he returned, he climbed in his bed behind you and pulled you in close under his blanket, arm draped around your waist while you faced his chest. He drifted off to sleep first with a light snore with you shortly after, once again wondering if you could get used to this. For the first time in a while, you felt safe.

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