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moncherellie · 5 months
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𓆩⚝˚‧no room for the holy spirit ♱꙳˚₊‧
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a/n: finally it's here! been screaming into the void abt this one for... ever. a thousand thank yous to @thirsting-over-women who proofread this for me :>> my savior actually. if the religious themes offend you (whether you are religious or have trauma) i encourage you not to read, maybe check out my other works instead :D
content/warnings: 4,500 words, preachers daughter!ellie x fem!reader, nsfw, reader wears a skirt, semipublic/car sex, fingering, oral (r receiving), reader's first wlw experience, sexual awakening?, religious motif, christian themes, mild religious guilt throughout, mentions of religious homophobia, internalized homophobia, ellie smokes a lil, she's a bit mean, fuckin in a church parking lot
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The pressures of being a teenage girl were hard enough without the pressures of being a gay teenage girl. Being a gay teenage girl was hard enough without the pressures of being the daughter of a fucking preacher. Ellie had never really bought into the whole 'organized religion' thing, ever the skeptic. Even as a puny 8-year-old, she asked why she had to wake up early every Sunday for something she didn't even like doing. Her attitude didn't change much after that, but her parents got stricter and stricter in an attempt to control her sacrilege. She didn't spend much time with her family, instead seeking familial bonds at school, especially with her mechanics teacher, Mr. Miller. But, you know what they say:
Strict parents raise sneaky children.
And it's true. If Ellie's dad knew what she was doing outside the holy walls of the ministry, he'd have an aneurysm and have her exorcised. But, she always thought, what he doesn't know won't hurt him.
You were the opposite. Raised the same as Ellie, you took to religion and fully participated, though mostly out of obligation. Just go every week for an hour and your family will leave you alone. This tactic, for the most part, worked. Your traditional family had their rough moments, specifically when they mocked the outfits you'd wanted to wear to service and called you some... unsavory names. But if you could avoid any similar incident, any clash with authority, you were taking the holy road.
On the outside, you were the purest of people. There was never a bad or dirty thought in your mind. You were a pillar of the community, someone that parents pointed out to their kids. "Be like them," they'd say. Your parents were proud, so you should've been proud. Should've.
You and Ellie had grown up quite close due to being in similar social groups and seeing each other every week at service. Since then, you'd grown apart as you took different paths in life, though you still felt a sense of commitment toward her; So when she cursed out her father in front of the clergy, your eyes widened.
"You fucking dick! You don't know shit about anything! You use all this- this... bullshit- as a crutch so you don't have to own up to your own baggage!"
As she stormed out, you silently move from your spot in the choir, doe eyes shining in the bath of stained glass light, and shuffle up to the front of the room.
"Father, if I may, I would like to go check on your daughter." You're a model fixture, a saint.
"Of course, my child. I hope someday she'll be more like you. I pray that-" You shuffle off again, not wanting to hear about how he wishes his daughter was different. He really wishes his child hid who she was, you think bitterly. You admired Ellie's rebellion, though you'd never say it, and you wished you were as strong as her.
You walk away from the church to the little park you and Ellie used to go to. Your memories flood with nostalgia for simpler times, and you smile to yourself, pleasantly strolling through the large trees and foliage and looking for the rough girl. You find her crouching against a tree, squatting with her head between her legs.
Is she crying?
"... Ellie? Are you alright?" You whisper, not wanting to startle her.
You notice Ellie tense up before quickly standing up and whipping around to face you, a hand behind her back. "Oh! It's... you. Hey. Aren't you s'posed to be inside?"
"Yeah, but I just wanted to check on you. That was intense in there."
"Mhm, I'm good. Just needed some, ah, fresh air. Y'know?" She sounds a little too jolly, weirdly chipper. It's suspicious.
"Uh-huh," you say, unconvinced. "Whatcha got there?" You point to whatever she's trying to conceal.
She knows she's been caught. Her attitude suddenly shifts from faux-innocence to her usual snarky persona as she rolls her eyes, leaning against the tree and revealing what she had. She brings her hand up to her lips. "Nothing."
"Ellie!" You shriek. "You can't do that! Where'd you even get a cigarette?"
She laughs as if you'd said the funniest thing imaginable. "You think this is a cigarette? Are you stupid? No offense. But are you stupid?"
You scoff. "No! I mean, you're smoking it. What else am I supposed to guess?"
"A blunt, idiot. Kush. Mary Jane. Weed. Ma-ri-jua-na." She spells out for you like you're a toddler.
You cross your arms defensively. "Okay, I know what weed is, smart guy. You still shouldn't have it. Where's it from?"
"Stole it. I just wanted to see why people liked it so much. They say it relieves stress, and I think yes." Ellie grins lazily, eyes lidded. "I got another. You want?"
The answer to your question only makes you freak out more. "No! And you stole?! You stole? Oh my goodness, Ellie, you're gonna get us thrown in jail or something!"
Ellie wordlessly watches your breakdown, eyes red and amused, the corner of her mouth turned up. "Relax, man, it's barely illegal. Who's calling the cops for a single gram? Don't be lame like that."
"Lame?" You scoff. "Are you a first grader? Ellie, it's against the law, you could go to prison. And it's not juvie anymore, you're gonna go to real jail!" Your hands flail around wildly as you explain the repercussions of her actions.
"Jail..." She rolls her eyes.
"Yes, jail! That's kinda what happens when you steal something, Ellie!" The high-pitched, prissy tone with which you said her name was starting to annoy her, but the way you looked when flustered was intriguing. Maybe in another context, she'd enjoy hearing her name fall from your lips.
Ellie takes another hit, looking up at you. She tilts her head, asking if you're being serious. "Jail? Over a single blunt? Who cares that much?"
You gasp when you realize: "I'm an accomplice!"
"You're not an accessory just because you're here." She chuckles as the wind blows past and carries her smoke near your head as you duck dramatically and swat away the smoke. She looks at you for a moment, slightly smiling. Her green eyes meet yours briefly before turning her attention back to the joint.
"Why are you using it anyway? It smells rancid."
"Already told you. I wanna know why people do it. It relieves stress and I'm plenty stressed. Plus, I look dope as shit with it, right?" Ellie leans against the tree, and a small part of you wants to say yeah, you do. "You should try it. Maybe get that stick out of your ass."
"You're gonna get addicted."
"God, it's just this once. What are you gonna do, tell my dad?" She chuckles to herself, taking a long drag.
She checks you out, head to toe, examining the flowy fabrics and neat hair and the Mary Jane shoes that drive her crazy. Who wears those? Her gaze returns to meet yours, and she looks utterly dumbfounded by you. Your eyebrows furrow as you see how her expression changes. "What's that look for?"
She shrugs nonchalantly. "I dunno. You're just so robotic. It's like you never think about stepping the teensiest bit out of line. It's creepy. You've never had an independent thought in your life. Have you ever done anything even remotely rebellious?"
You make a noise that seems to say Well why would I? "No! Of course not! And you shouldn't either, I mean look at your dad, he's-"
Her voice raises, a tone you've never heard and don't care to hear again. "-My father? You mean the preacher?" She mocks. "What about him? You don't know anything about my father." Ellie's look hardens, eyes steely and mouth pursed into a thin line. It's a look you've seen maybe twice before, both in much more tense situations. Her voice says that you can't change her mind. You don't care to try. Whatever she's referencing, you believe her.
"Okay. Okay... sorry." You say gently, losing the defensive energy you'd held a moment ago. Ellie sighs and takes an irritated puff. To relax, you think.
"And you always apologize. It's so weird. You need to loosen up a bit." Another long, somehow sarcastic hit. "What's the worst thing you've *ever* done?"
An embarrassing, very private thought crosses your mind. You obviously can't tell her what you think about at night- you're barely able to admit to yourself that you have such impure thoughts. Instead, you shake your head. "Can't- I can't think of anything."
You watch her forest green eyes roll up, then down. It's a very familiar expression on her. "Thought so." She grins up at you, and you look away into the treeline nervously. "Do you wanna try something fun?"
"Is it... illegal?"
"No. Don't worry about that." She motions for you to come closer, so you take a tentative step forward, eyeing her like a wild animal. She hates the way you look at her, making her feel alien. Just because she lives authentically. It makes her want to ruin you, to have you stoop down to her level. Then maybe you won't look at her as if she were extraterrestrial.
You need an attitude adjustment, you need to chill the fuck out, you needed to get fucked, and hard. Ellie thinks she can help you with that.
She grins that toothy smirk as she watches you step closer, taking a puff and placing the blunt between her slender fingers. She doesn't miss the way your eyes trail the two long fingers that hold it. You wonder if she's doing this on purpose.
Ellie backs you up against a tree, and you recognize is as the same old oak that you would climb with her as kids. The branches and bark have left scars on you that Ellie helped you heal. She wonders how they look now.
Your back hits the trunk with an unceremonious thump, and you startle. Ellie keeps walking toward you, now getting uncomfortably close. "Uh- so what are we..." You trail off, thinking she'll explain what she's doing right in your face. She doesn't.
Her arm raises, trapping you between the tree and her body as she studies you. It makes you want to crawl out of your skin, but feels incredibly electric at the same time- it's a sensation you've only felt around her, though you don't know why. She takes another hit and you nervously look away.
She tilts your jaw back to look at her. You have to face her pretty green eyes, unwavering as she stares you down, while you sneak glances just to check if she's still there. Your breath speeds up when she leans closer.
Ellie puts her stupid pink slightly chapped adorable smiling lips near the base of your neck.
"What are you doing?" You say breathlessly. You swear that you feel her ghosting over your skin, so close, yet not as close as you want her. Maybe if you lean in...
Before you can, she breathes out her smoke, lightly trailing her lips down your neck. Her tongue comes out to prod at the skin, tasting you. You whine. The smoke envelops the two of you, and your nose crinkles at the foul smell. You look down to chastise her but she's already looking at you with those eyes and that cheeky look. No matter what you say next to defend yourself, you know you're caught, that Ellie knows she's affected you. It's in your eyes, the way you've seized up so tightly, how you look at her like you can't wait to see what she does next.
She presses a chaste kiss on your collarbone and you crane your neck upward. You're not sure if you're trying to get away or if you're giving her more access. She pulls away and you find yourself leaning forward to try to get her back on you.
"Is that the most rebellious thing you've ever done?" She chuckles, taking another drag and blowing it over you, bathing you in the white haze. "You like being treated like that, huh?"
You shiver. "I don't get it," you say dumbly. You've never been this confused.
"What don't you get? I just think it's fun to make you squirm." She thinks you've had enough and blows her next exhale away from you. "I wanna corrupt you, sweetheart." It sounds derogatory coming from her but you find that you don't mind the tone. The spot Ellie had made contact with feels as if it's burning. You crave for that feeling all over your body.
You stammer over your words, pathetically unable to spit out any sort of coherent reaction to her. Any reaction would be better to tripping over your words. Fed up with trying to sound like a person, you decide to stop talking.
"You enjoyed that huh? Admit it." She inhales and repeats her action. "Makes you feel hot inside."
"What? No- no, are you insane?" The sane part of you is telling you that you shouldn't be doing this, especially not with Ellie fucking Williams of all people. She's everything you aren't- she's rude and snarky and devilish... and tall and strong and hot. Oh shit! The batshit insane part of you is slowly melting the angel on your shoulder, and you can basically see the little devil cackling as you feel yourself straying further from the good girl persona you'd cultivated. You feel your heartbeat in your pants.
Ellie begins to kiss down your neck, sucking and licking at your jaw and collarbone. This time, you're acutely aware that you're actively giving her access to do as she pleases with you. "Maybe I'm insane, but I can tell. You did like it. And if you deny, I'll do it again until you tell the truth."
"Well I didn't, so you can forget about-"
She places her thumb on your lower lip as you start your tirade, effectively shutting you up. "Too late." Ellie leans in and before you know it, her lips are on yours. Her arm snakes around the back of your waist and pulls you as close to her as you've ever been. That warm feeling flushes down your body, leaving chills across your skin. More. All you can think is that you want more. Your hands come up to grip her shoulders, you almost want to push her away, but you find yourself pulling her closer and closer. No room for the Holy Spirit.
Ellie pulls away, smugly looking down at you. "Told you you liked it."
"I didn't say that." You were being a contrarian on purpose at this point. Anything to keep Ellie treating you like this- you wanted to prolong this moment for however long you could. She hoists you up, bringing you out of the park and into the back of the parking lot. She throws you into the backseat of her beaten pickup and crawls atop you with darkened eyes.
You squeal in surprise. "El-lie!"
She continues to kiss you, making you wetter by the second. The heat pooling in your panties is so fucking embarrassing, but you find that you don't care how humiliating this is. You just want more.
"Els, what if someone sees?"
She scoffs as if the idea is preposterous; as if the prospect of getting caught is impossible. "Nobody can see us, and they won't leave until later. Don't stress about it." Ellie bites her lip and it makes your body get hot flushes. "I can do whatever I want to you. But you know what? I think you'd let me. Is that right?"
"...Maybe." Read: Yes, yes, anything! She leans down, placing her hand on the back of your neck and pulling your head closer up towards her. Her hand forces your legs apart further to allow her access. The way she lays on your inner thighs, atop your clothed core, makes you feel lightheaded. You love the way she manhandles you, and it's exactly how you thought she'd be. Every time she adjusts her position, your clit rubs against her and sends jolts of electricity up your body.
"I knew it. You're not as perfect as you try to be. You're dirty."
You want to deny it, you really do, but the evidence is clear. You're disheveled under her, lips swollen from hers, and she's pulling your panties to your ankles and shoving them in her jacket pocket, yet you're ashamed to say that you don't feel an ounce of guilt over it.
Despite how excited you are for whatever is about to happen, you're still incredibly nervous. This is the most physically vulnerable you've ever been with another person, and the fact that you're completely bare under your skirt makes your stomach flip.
Your face must betray your emotions because Ellie momentarily softens. She pulls her hands away from your hips and cups your face, peppering kisses across your cheeks and up to your forehead, making you laugh lightly. "You alright? We can stop."
"No... please don't." Her face lights up.
"Sorry, say that again?" You roll your eyes and she chuckles. "I knew you were like this. Not so pure now, huh?"
"Guess not."
"So you admit it?"
"...Fine. Yes."
Ellie sighs in relief as if her thirst were quenched- that's what she's been wanting to hear from you forever. She could see it in the way you snuck glances at her during mass, finding your wandering, hungry eyes from across the room. She could feel it in the way your hand lingered on her a little too long to be friendly, your touch suspiciously light, like if you touched her any harder you'd start to tremor.
But now, there's no semblance of the timid person you'd been. When Ellie pulls away, your hand comes up to the back of her neck to pull her back in. You're insatiable, and Ellie fucking loves it. She tugs at the bottom of your sweater. "Pull that fucking thing off. Show me those pretty tits." Her breath becomes heavy as you oblige and become needier. "Did you know you were this easy?" She teases.
"What? I'm- I'm not." Everything she says feels designed to evoke the biggest reaction from you. She keeps you on your toes, never letting you get too comfortable. How exciting.
"So it's just for me then?" You don't answer, and it excites Ellie to know that she's right. This reaction is purely for her. Nobody else has seen you like this, and she's grateful to be the one who gets to corrupt you. It really didn't take much effort. "You're so easy to control."
Her hands drift back to your thighs, sliding under your skirt, her lips press to your jawline. Hot breath trails along your neck, down further to your collarbone. Her fingers slide over your inner thighs, sensitive skin rippling as she applies light pressure, testing how reactive you are. You twitch, unwittingly opening your legs more and giving Ellie more access. "You look good like this, though."
Ellie's fingers dig into you, grasping the flesh of your ass and moaning softly into your ear. Her thumbs are on either side of where you desperately need her, and your hips buck up into her, seeking her touch. "Knew you had a nice ass, too."
"Shut up." You mumble.
"Why would I? You like it when I say things like that, don't you? You wouldn't be this drenched if you didn't." She swipes the pad of her thumb over your clit and applies delicious pressure. You nearly cum on the spot.
Is this what you've been missing? This pleasure, this euphoria? Ellie grins at your reaction, drinking in your desperation for her like a succubus. "Aw, sensitive little pussy. Haven't you touched yourself like this before?"
You had, a few times, actually, but it never went this far, deep-rooted guilt gnashing in your stomach and ending the moment before you'd been able to finish. After admitting this, she coos at you. "Poor baby." Her tone is so condescending, but it makes you clench around the tip of her fingers.
She slides the first knuckle of two fingers past your entrance, pumping them in and out painfully slowly. "Ellie, you prick. Come on." She continues her ministrations, gently stroking your entrance, never giving you enough to feel remotely satisfied. She uses this time to take in your disheveled, sweaty appearance. Your cute tits bounce as you shift uncomfortably, waiting for Ellie to please you. A bead of sweat rolls down and she can't help but bring her mouth up to lick at it as it slides over your nipple. Her mouth attaches to you and you sigh, holding her closer by her hair. She grins up at you, making eye contact through her lashes. You can see the tip of her tongue poking out, wetting your bud as the cool air nips at you, making you all the more sensitive. Even now, Ellie still hasn't stopped her teasing below.
"Can't call me a prick then beg for me to fuck you. 's not how it works, pretty girl."
"Then what do you want?" You whine.
Ellie can feel your clit flutter and pulse as she moves. "Fuck, you're so desperate for me, aren't you? I want you to tell me how bad y' want me."
"I- I d-" You begin to protest, being cut off with a squeal as Ellie licks a sloppy stripe up your pussy, finally tasting you.
"Don't bullshit me. If I'm gonna fuck you, I needja to be a little more honest with me. I see how you look at me. You been trying to push some thoughts down, huh?"
It was so humiliating how well she could read you. Whenever her tongue came out of her mouth to take communion, your eyes would be trained on the muscle, breath hitching as she would wink at you. Without fail, you would trail your gaze up her body when Ellie walked in with a suit, her way of dressing nicely for service. Always, always, she could feel the heat radiating off your body as she pulled you closer, not taking her eyes off the pastor speaking.
Your thoughts were impure, sinful, and how embarrassing that Ellie knew. You believed you were hiding it well- obviously not.
"Yeah. Maybe."
Ellie's big hands wrap around your thighs, fingers landing on the sensitive skin near your pussy. She looks up at you and you can feel her hot breath on your clit. It takes everything in Ellie to not eat you out immediately, but your embarrassment is too tempting to pass up.
"Tell me about it. You try to fuck yourself thinkin' of me?"
"I do. I- I tried to, at least. Doesn't work."
"Why not, babe? You're so responsive right now." Her fingers find their place back at your entrance, pushing in as you speak.
"I- oh, shit-" You gasp.
Ellie grins. "Talk to me."
"My fingers aren't good enough."
"Ah," she says, "and mine are?" She knows the answer.
"So good."
Ellie likes that she's made you desperate enough that you've abandoned your pride. She enjoys the flush on your face as you shamelessly admit your secrets to her, the good-girl persona a figment of the past.
She's so busy staring up at how your face contorts in pleasure that she doesn't realize that she hasn't moved her fingers in a hot minute. The teasing is torturous for you.
"Ellie," she hears you whine, "Please!" You rut your hips against her fingers and she feels lightheaded. Jesus fucking Christ.
"Sorry, pretty girl. Got distracted." She smirks. "I'll give you what you want now." Ellie finally moves her fingers, curling them in and out slowly. You groan again and she laughs. "Okay, okay! Sorry." Her face darkens and she bites her lip. "You want me to fuck you? Alright, I'll fuck you."
Ellie's fingers begin to pump inside you, hitting all the spots that make you jump and squirm, and you're sure the rusted heap of a car you're in is about to fall off its chassis. She's going so fast and hard that you're immediately overwhelmed and you don't know where to put your hands. In the span of a minute, they cup your face, a forearm slings over your eyes, and you throw your arms up against the window. Finally, you settle on cupping your cheeks, fingers slit open so you can peer down at Ellie's focus on you.
Her eyes haven't left your pussy since she started. She's absolutely mesmerized by how fucking wet you are, how you seem to suck her fingers back in as she tries to pull out and your body betrays how desperately you want her. Ellie's mouth is slightly agape and she can't help when her tongue flickers out to lick curiously at your clit, wanting to taste you again.
"Fu- fuck!" You yelp, bucking your hips up into her face. Ellie snorts as she watches how you squirm. You can feel something building and though you have an idea of what it is, it's building fast and slightly scaring you. "Wait, Els, hold on a second, something- ah- I think- I think I'm-"
You're nervous about how it creeps up on you so suddenly but you find there isn't time to be self-conscious about it because you cum, and you wonder why God could possibly think that doing this is a sin. How could it be a sin if it felt so right?
You don't know what sound you made or how your face looks, but by the way Ellie looks up at you, it must've been something. Her eyes flicker back down to how your clit pulses as you finish, leaking cum onto her fingers and trailing down her hand. You know what she's fucking thinking because you always do. Before you can form a sentence, she's licking up your cum like it's the best meal she's tasted.
You shudder violently. "Ellie, holy fuck, stop, I'm still sensitive! Oh m- Ellie, come on!" Only when you push her face up does she stop, giving you the cheekiest grin.
You roll your eyes and throw your head back against the car door, panting. The dull ache in your thighs is apparent when you attempt to sit, pulling your panties up and cringing at how your cum pools on them.
Ellie still hasn't said anything. You glance over at her, wondering how she feels about whatever just happened. She's looking down, grey hoodie still pulled up to her elbows, staring at the fingers she'd just fucked you with. She glances up at you, a shit-eating grin spreading across her face. 
“That was hot.” Her hand rubs up and down your thigh, a kind of comfort you’d never received from her. It wasn’t unwelcome.
You don’t quite know how to feel. There are twinges of guilt gnawing at your stomach, that religious guilt creeping in. Had you done something wrong? 
But at the same time, there was a warmth in Ellie’s gaze that made you feel like maybe, it was all worth it. Was it unholy? Almost definitely. But this awakening couldn’t be all bad if she kept looking at you with those soft, fond eyes.
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yyokkki · 9 months
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Asking to Sketch Them
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HEARTSLABYUL
Riddle Rosehearts
Honestly a bit shocked you’d ask him
But he’s had practice from posing for family portraits, so he isn’t too nervous
Until you say you want the backdrop to be Heartslabyul’s garden
It doesn’t break any rules… but that doesn’t mean someone else won’t break any rules
He doesn’t collar people as often as he used to, but he still makes it a point to lecture rulebreakers on the importance of said rule
So imagine the strain on his face when Ace walks by with a vase full of roses and it’s Wednesday.
In the end Ace sits beside you while Riddle gives a long lecture, keeping the rest of his body perfectly still so it doesn’t interfere with your work
You are sweating in fear. 6/10 a good model but it’s hard to draw when your model is half yelling at the dude sitting right next to you
Trey Clover
Might hesitate to say yes because he’s a busy guy,,
I mean they have tea parties like everyday and he’s always in charge of sweets-
You say he can go about his business and that you’re going to capture him in his natural habitat then he agrees
Raises an eyebrow cuz you make it sound like you’re on national geographic but ok
Anyways you’re drawing him while he’s baking and damnnn those biceps pop when he’s whisking
Secretly, however, he’s been holding back for a while now/
When you’re least expecting it he comes closer to you… and bam whipped cream on the side of your face
Devolves into flour tossing and chaos
6/10 you got whipped cream on your sketchbook and it was half finished but it was a fun memory
Cater Diamond
“OMS YAY of course ;DD”
Internally screaming because his makeup isn’t that good today and why him I mean there are better looking people in nrc and maybe he can get his clone to do it instead-
Overthinker fr
He’s a bit stiff at first, trying to only show his good side and checking his camera constantly to see if his smile looks good
If you’re close and you start talking to him about something he’s passionate about while you’re sketching he’ll loosen up a bit and his pose becomes a lot more natural
Eventually forgets you’re even drawing him and now it’s just him showing his true colours
Takes a pic of your finished sketch along with the both of you and posts it on magicam #muse #artistbestie
8/10 the sketch turned out well and you had a nice chat 
Deuce Spade
Has never been asked this question in his life
Boy is so stiff and awkward pls baby
He smiles like Oga from Beelzebub at first
Pls pls pls get this boy to do something else while you’re drawing him to get him to relax
Might be studying across the table from you while having a nice chat
Forgets you’re drawing him eventually pt.2
Tbh moves around a lot especially if a senior enters the room cuz he makes it a point to turn around and greet them while standing up
Is a bit surprised when you say you’re done because shit I forgot and I moved so much im sorry-
Also takes a picture of the sketch
Texts his mom the pic “I made a really good friend who’s great at drawing :D”
Will ask if you can draw a portrait of him and his mom together when you get the chance (will pay for it he just doesn’t know about the concept of commissions TT)
4/10 he’s so precious but not the best model tbh id still ask him again idc
Ace Trappola
Little shit (affectionate)
Not hard to make him agree but boy will he give you shit for it “my face is just that handsome ig” “you want me to get nude?” someone kiss him and make him shut up
At first he’s making a bunch of dumb faces and exaggerated poses and once he determines that you’re sufficiently annoyed he starts actually posing normally
Might get up halfway through and start stretching or laying down cuz he got tired though
Depending on how late he slept the night before and if you’re keeping quiet so he doesn’t get the chance to tease you, he might fall asleep
His sleeping face is cute so it works out for you ehe
When you’re done he acts all non chalant and smug about it but inside he’s sooo happy damn tsundere
Asks if he can draw you next and draws a potato with three dots on it <3
2/10 its only easy when he falls asleep but he’s cute so ill give him 1 extra point
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Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia
Graphic design is not my passion dear lord i really need to read a guide on how to format tumblr posts TT
Also first time writing omg depending on my mood next part will either be out tomorrow or next month see yall
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dross-the-fish · 2 months
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I do love that Adam seems to be, at the same time, like, an 8 feet tall tank of a man with a body count but also, very shy and skittish.
Yes, he has done horrid, inexcusable things in his life...
Yes, he would probably be a little flustered if you'd say you like hanging out with him.
Love that for him
(I mean, I'm kinda simplifying, so this is a little silly ,, ':D )
Yeah, Adam is an impenetrable fortress who doesn't scare easily until he thinks he's got a chance at companionship, then he's an anxious ball of nerves who's screaming internally because someone talked nicely to him and now he has no idea what to do with himself. It's compounded by the fact that's he only finding love and acceptance after the events of the novel and he's at a point where he thinks he no longer deserves these things and feels some guilt about still wanting them.
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destieltaggedfic · 11 months
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Feel Good Fic - Part 4
Yet more of the fics that I read when I need nice things. Not necessarily 100% fluff, but they just have a good energy to them.
Not Part of the Plan ‘verse – Annie D   Ao3
AU.  Castiel is in The Republic for an arranged marriage to help relations between 2 countries.  On his last night of freedom before meeting his betrothed he goes out to lose his virginity in an act of rebellion.  He meets Dean who offers to take care of him.  Imagine the surprise the next day when meeting Sam Winchester his intended, that Cas already knows his brother!  When Sam runs away, his parents offer Dean instead for the marriage.  Once they are married, cue misunderstandings while getting to know each other all the while both of them insisting that its best to keep things impersonal.  Despite that they fall in love, such a shame that both their countries are using their marriage for political intrigue to try and start a war… 8 works in the series
Word Count: 338k                            Graphic Sexual Acts
5 Times Dean's Friends Thought He Was Single – SeashellDestihell   Ao3
AU.  Dean and Cas have been together for years.  They live together. Why are all of his friends introducing him to single people all of a sudden?
Word Count: 4k                                 No Sex
Après – imogenbynight   Ao3
Set S9 AU.  The angels have fallen like Anna, with grace sprouting everywhere and all are going to be born as humans in 9 months.  Cas however has been dumped on Earth in France and Dean braves an international flight to get his friend, but before they come home they spend a few days in the City of Love.
Word Count: 24k                              Graphic Sexual Acts
perchance to dream – braezenkitty
Set S12.  While the Winchesters are in prison, during the day Dean’s soul screams prayers towards him and at night Cas attempts to enter Dean’s dreams to find out how he is.  But when in the dreamscape Dean is affectionate, Cas can’t bring himself to tell him he’s really there.  Turns out Dean knows its him anyway.
Word Count: 4k                                 No Sex
When Cas Drinks Too Much – thewinchesterfromhell   Ao3
Nonspecific timeframe.  Any time Cas gets drunk he likes to write Enochian messages on Dean and each time Dean pours him into bed, Cas begs Dean to stay with him.  It’s a shame he never remembers.
Word Count: 5k                                 No Sex
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allyheart707 · 4 months
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*dances into your asks with questions*
I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED!!!
Also here is a hug!
Anyway
1. Leo (heshi?) ate a shit ton of Q-Tips. Will that affect him in any way?
2. Not a question but Splinter better be on his way
3. Again, it's not a question more like a theory: Carol is gonna feel even worse, so she is gonna try and help the turtles, and that's how april is gonna meet them
4. I completely forgot if I asked this or not, but is draxum or huginn and muninn looking for leo? (Was it heshi? I forgot)
5. Leo (Heshi?) is a feral child lol, how many scientists or people did he bite?
6. Follow up for number 5, Enjoy those Q-tips leo. Something tells me those taste better than the food you will get.
7. *screams internally* LEO HESHI OR WHATEVER IS SO CUTE! JUST A LITTLE FERAL BOI!
8. *hugs raphie* my poor alligator snapping turtle is sad, you better cheer him up.
Anyway, that should be all for today! Like I said, have a hug from raph!
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Probably a bad stomach ache and a weird visit to the bathroom later. lol- he will be fine though.
>:D
Oooooo I like the theory. Oh the plans I have for the story- hehe.
>:D
Hmmm the head scientist, the one who caught him originally, the one who put him in handcuffs. Soooo three! Quite a few more got kicks/punches.
About the same, actually. The Q-tips have more splinters tho :((
I LOVE HIM- His fear response is BITE (Also, it is Heishi.)
He is very stressed- he never got a shot before, nor was he ever called "mutant" in such a mean way. Nor has he ever seen anyone handcuffed. He is having a very bad, very not good day. :((
(He would appreciate the hug)
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arcadefloorvibes · 7 months
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I don't have a title that I do for this anymore so uhhh
Hiya this is the text post, I am about to give a full rundown on how my partner and I have started dating because
my blog my house
I haven't been able to talk about this in depth with anyone except my siblings who do not care for the amount I am about to type and
my partner follows me on tumblr so kinda can't without it being blantantly obvious its about them (hi)
So this is going to be fun for me because i get to talk about this and this is going to be fun for my partner who pretty much got the summary of this
Quick thing: Partner will be referred to as Partner due to the fact I'm pretty sure his name isn't on here but I assume I will be told after this and Partner goes by He/they so I will be swapping
And now the readmore :D this is like a week and a half of chaos with additional 8 or so weeks before so we're back at it again with the long relationship posts nothing has changed
So to start this all off, you're going to need a bit more context on the mess that was us getting together.
We met through our dnd group, so immediately we're nerds off the bat and then became closer friends after we found out we both catch the same train from the same stop to go to dnd
We're also both very physically affectionate, which did make it difficult to work out whether we liked each other platonically or not later, but we'd hug and talk for an hour each way on the train
My partner is also an affectionate drunk and so within the first week or so of playing dnd, there were sweet messages in the group chat.
Somewhere along the line, more personalised messages go into my dms and eventually my email because I just thought "yea that makes sense"
About two or three weeks into dnd, we both decide to meet up in the city and go shopping because he knew manga stores and I didnt.
The shopping trip was fun! We got manga, I showed them the underground bookstore, we got ice cream (that i paid for, this will become important later) and at this point we'd been out for about 4 hours.
I, normally go shopping with my 3 younger brothers and therefore use "We" a lot. This does not work when you are no longer with your siblings
So being the genius that I am the checkout conversation goes as usual
"Do you need a bag?" "Oh no thanks, we've got one" (gestures to Partner)
And the SECOND we are out of the store, they just go "she probably thinks we're together" and 'Im already internally screaming at my social blunder so i just say "Yea we seem to get that a lot"
Then on the bus home the conversation turns to "if you ever need a fake boyfriend let me know because I'd do a great job at that"
And so it becomes a running joke that when we're out together, we look like a couple, because we kinda did, the hugs, they'd hold my hands when they were cold (highly unromantically mind you) and then the looks we'd get kept the bit running
Then during other conversations throughout the 2 months we knew each other, we had literally said we don't know if these feelings are platonic or romantic because we weren't used to it, but then the other would neither confirm nor deny, there was also a pickup line bit he did for a while and also pointing out that "its like the universe wants us to be together" with the amount of coincidences
Then came the second Monday of August, Partner had just gotten SIGNIFICANTLY fucked up on drinks and was not doing great, i don't remember much of the day but i do remember being very worried so i wrote at like 12 am a really long email about how important they were to me, it took me about half hour to write it
And then i open discord, and there's a message from him at 12:03 that basically read
Hey, i love you but like yknow in a friend way (idk discuss with sober me)
...yknow. after i just sent a massive email about how much I love them.
So i figured we're going to talk about this at some point, so i should just think about it! Yknow! Imagine a universe where we're together!
And i did
And I really liked it
And alllllllllll the denial I'd had over that past few months just for a little bit disappeared
So i did not sleep well that night, understandably, and i wake up the next morning to read what was basically:
Haha drunk me is fun to read, no need to discuss lol
...once again. Not confirming or denying.
And I'm just like okay I'll go back to thinking about you platonically and it just didn't work it just straight up didn't work because it just felt like the same denial I'd had previously
It is Tuesday now, I have early morning classes, so i went to class, i overthought, i denied and i tried so hard to get myself to like another guy in my class that i thought was cute but all i could find was more reasons to like Partner
So i get home after having what is essentially a 17 hour day and I get on call with my friends and we're just doing the usual of watching Doctor Who while screaming at our 3d program and I don't remember a lot of how we got to the point we did but we had cameras on, I had mine on but turned off so I couldn't see myself.
This part is fun because apparently Partner doesn't remember this but!
It was just a small thing of looking at everyone and one of our friends points out that you could see me in Partner's monitor but just like in the corner because of how the camera was angled and i reacted with "Ack!" Which prompted:
Partner: Whats wrong with you being on screen?
Me: I dont like looking at myself
Partner: Why? Youre beautiful
Me: ...Thank you...
And so they just tilt the camera away so i can't see myself and good news, my camera cant pick up my blushing but im just kind of losing it a little
I dont use "beautiful" for myself, its not a word that I think applies to me. Theres "cool" and "handsome" and "cute" and occasionally "pretty" but I've never liked when I was called beautiful growing up
And in that small moment, i really really liked the word, i still like hearing the word from them honestly, still don't think it really applies but sometimes i see it
At the time, this was NOT HELPING, especially paired with the coincidence of that day's wordle being "Lover" i was maybe going insane
Wednesday the ASMR bit starts.
Me and the asmr bit had a complicated relationship, on one hand its very nice, on the other hand i was trying to deny and this was also NOT HELPING. The asmr was basically compliments and the occasional ara ara
Thursday i make a playlist to try and focus on literally anything and i write down all my feelings out of hope that on the train the next day i would be fine
I get my hugs on the train, i get my random headscritches, we go shopping, i buy us cream puffs, they mention this is like a date, i dont confirm or deny, there's a small moment on the tram with a hug and a "haha wouldn't it be funny if you did the anime thing of falling on me?", and then because we have time we go op shopping
I got to learn a lot more about Partner's fashion tastes (alt) and i get to talk about mine (punk) and I'm talking about how i want a suit jacket but none ever fit me and as i say that they pull out one that looks my size
And like the fucking genius that i am im like "okay hold these for a sec" and i give them my bags while i try on the jacket
"I'm doing the boyfriend hold thing right now lol"
And I looked at them and just for a second I considered confirming and then i didnt and just did a neutral "yea my bad..."
And then I said "we" at the register again and I did acknowledge that to which the response was "At this point, it's probably easier if we just started dating, there's so many signs the universe keeps giving"
My response was "yea..." but in a way that didn't confirm or deny
Friday was my birthday, my body decided to just keep filling with adrenaline every time I thought about them, I had a few shots of vodka and accidentally told my siblings what happened
Saturday and Sunday I kept thinking about it at work and overthinking and rethinking
Monday I was on call talking the whole time, the asmr bit continues, the feelings don't go away, a conversation doesn't happen, its like everything is the same as always. There's talk of black lipstick and eyeshadow, the nerves get stronger
Tuesday was when I thought maybe they actually liked me back, there were "I love you"s, I was kind of flirting back maybe idk, and I decided that these feelings weren't going to go away and I should at least ask to work out if this is platonic or romantic or otherwise I will go insane
Wednesday I'm just thinking about what to say and nothing is working because even writing this now i still cant predict anything they say so i made up about 20 or so different ways of asking, the black lipstick couldn't be found and so i was a little more safe
Thursday. Thursday was planned to meet up early since their bus arrives earlier than i do so i walk up to the train station, playlist on loop, rehearsing and rehearsing and i get there to watch them arrive on the bus.
I like that image in my head, the fact that we both saw each other and waved, the massive smiles and oh my god the eyeshadow was giving me a heartattack. I have like 4 selfies of the eyeshadow now and it still gets me
We talk like always, I'm trying not to stare, I'm trying to form the words but every time i think I've got them the silence stops. We get on the train, the hug occurs and the week before I'd initiated a handhold so i was just there talking and thinking and terrified of fucking this up but it would've been worse if i left it.
4 stops until we get off and a silence stays long enough for me to at least try
Me: Okay so I told myself i was going to say something because otherwise it would get worse and this is really embarrassing but I'm going to try Partner: Okay...? A sigh and a breath Me: so you remember the message you sent on Monday? Partner: oh... yeah i do... Me: well i figured... we should talk about that...
And i explain a much shorter rendition of that Monday and veryyyy slowly his ears go red and it starts to spread:
Me: so like I'm fine with either, i just need to know what we're doing Partner: I wish i could give you an answer but I don't know either
That was not in the script so we just kind of sat and thought, doing the kind of shocked laugh thing and I'm just observing reactions while trying to think of what to say, I'm watching them fight their own denial in real-time
So i just said "I'm going to explain my past week and a half and if see if that helps"
And i explain pretty much all of that above and extra things, giving them a bit of time to process after each thing, noticing the denial again and kept going because all I could think was if I was going to get an answer I wanted one where we were being honest.
After explaining all that, and telling him to stop apologising and me apologising for dropping this all at once since they'd gone totally red and were shaking a bit, I let the silence sit for a while, 2 stops to go, before i said "Fuck it, I'm going to hold your hand properly and you can tell me how that goes"
And we both really liked it, and we held hands the rest of the trip and i initiated more hand holding as we walked around the train station. I then had to go to class but we planned to take the train home together, normally we didn't do that
So we got donuts and held hands again, I got the asmr bit irl so I did lose a lot of the control I'd had earlier in the day as now I was the red one
And that's it! that's how we started dating!
As of publishing this, our first date and week together is tomorrow and it's been incredible so far and they already know how much they mean to me because I keep saying it and I'm going to talk as much about my partner as possible because why not and also I know for an absolute fact they'll read this so
I love you, you're amazing, we're so bad at this, I hope we can keep trying until we get it right and I will keep writing until I can't write anymore
And that concludes the post! ah! I have a partner! the progress of the past few years is insane and I'm learning so much about myself while I'm at uni and if I've grown this much in one trimester I'm so excited to see what the next 3 years bring
And final note: this post is 2.4k words :D
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gumnut-logic · 2 years
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Number Four (Part 8)
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Supermen!AU - Intro | One Thing | Superman Number Four - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8
I wrote most of this today and the words flowed wonderfully. Happy Mum’s Day to me :D
As always, many thanks to all those who left comments, reblogged and liked the last bit. Also to the amazing @the-original-sineater​ @onereyofstarlight​ and @katblu42​ for reading and amazing support ::hugs you all tight::
There is a big angst warning on this one. No one is in a good headspace in this at all.
I hope you enjoy it anyway.
-o-o-o-
Thunderbird Two was gentle and strong. That was what the news channels claimed. There had been many a documentary that discussed the International Rescue operatives and all the work they did, and each brother had been described to the best ability of those who had been rescued. There was almost a cult of grateful people out there and their commentary on Thunderbird Two was that he was gentle and strong.
At this moment, Virgil Tracy felt neither.
Grandma’s alarmed call had Virgil at Scott’s side within seconds. His big brother was unresponsive and all scans were screaming a decline of vitals steeper than their already ill little brother.
A bed was set up beside Gordon and they were all left helpless to watch Scott decline with him.
Grandma kicked every Kryptonian out of the infirmary for fear of infection.
She had arguments from both John and Virgil, but her word was law on this Island, hell, this planet, and they had no choice but to obey.
John returned to his determined search for a reason, poor Eos taking the brunt of his enquiries.
Virgil…
Virgil had his own determination and went over and over and over Gordon and Scott’s movements leading up to this hell.
He had never moved so fast in his life. Their computer network, already burdened by John’s efforts, struggled to keep up despite Eos’ ‘improvements’ over the years. It was when his carpet started smoking that Virgil broke.
Falling to his knees alone in the middle of his room, he felt the world falling around him. All his strength, all his knowledge, and he couldn’t stop it from happening.
All those years ago, it had been the same. For all he could do, he couldn’t save his grandfather. He could still see those blue lips as he broke ribs trying to revive him. They were as cold as the snow, the only warmth tingling as Virgil leant over desperately trying to breathe life into him.
But Grandpa was gone.
Gor.
Kal.
His plea was in a language not of this world.
Hunched on the floor, distracted by grief, he didn’t hear her approach, but Grandma’s hand on his shoulder was soft. “Virgil?”
Only years of habit restrained his reaction.
The worry for him in her eyes broke what little heart he had left and suddenly he was in her arms and crying on her shoulder.
It had been Grandma who he had to face after his failure to save Grandpa. Grandma who had held him when he didn’t deserve it. Grandma who told him he had done his best.
He didn’t have words.
Grandma’s strength was so much greater than his own.
She rubbed circles across his back just like she had then.
“They are still with us. There is still a chance.”
He pulled away gently and was caught by her blue gaze. Eyes that couldn’t produce heat and were limited to such a tiny fraction of the light spectrum, but somehow they saw deep into his soul.
Her hand reached up and cupped his wet cheek. “This isn’t your fault, honey.”
He closed his eyes. “I can’t…” But there was so much he couldn’t, he couldn’t put them into words. Dad’s words bounced about his brain, ‘You can’t save everyone’, but his brothers weren’t everyone. They were his brothers. Two of four refugees from a planet that no longer existed.
He couldn’t.
But suddenly on the other side of the house, John broke. There was the sound of furniture disintegrating followed by…Vir closed his eyes…a wall. There would be no keeping Jon on Earth if they lost their brothers. Not for some time at least. Alan, Dad, Grandma, Tanusha, Kyrano and Hiram. Family kept them grounded, but Jon always sought the stars. His brother was looking for something and had been all his life. Virgil wasn’t sure what it was, but something pulled at him.
The loss of Kal and Gor…
Virgil drew himself together. With Kal down, Vir was Eldest.
The thought hurt more than anything he had ever experienced. But as Eldest, John was Virgil’s responsibility, even if they barely remembered the culture that demanded it.
Virgil stepped back from his grandmother, her gaze following his every movement.
“We all love you, Virgil, don’t forget that.”
And he saw fear in her eyes. Fear of more loss.
He reached out and touched her cheek. “I know. We know. And we love you more than you can know.”
His face was wet again.
But he turned towards the door to his balcony. Half a blink and he was in the sky, chasing down his broken brother.
-o-o-o-
Time was a thing to be manipulated. It varied depending on the amount of energy applied. Thought adapted to speed and speed equated energy.
Slower speed enabled more time and thought could laze away. The faster he moved the faster he thought, so time was elastic, slowing to his exertions.
It took him the same length of time it would to cross his bedroom to reach Thunderbird Five. Despite his ability to locate the wandering satellite being far from as precise as that of his space brother, he still managed to lock onto it faster than Three ever could.
The satellite sat silent and calm, her lights bright in the darkness. He flew around her twice, wincing at the cold death of vacuum on his skin.
He finally found his brother sitting on the lip of Five’s gravity ring. It was slowly spinning and Virgil had to match its rotation to face his brother.
Hovering in front of John, Earth passed in a lazy circle around them as if they were the centre of the universe.
John was dressed in his usual cotton shirt and shorts, the material now burnt, brittle and leaking the last of its oils and moisture into the unforgiving vacuum around it. His brother was haloed in a barely visible comet’s tail of disintegrating cotton.
Virgil had no doubt he looked similar. Another reason to hate space. He should have changed his boots before leaving the atmosphere, they were his favourite pair.
Another reason was the lack of sound. Virgil had no doubt that was one of the reasons why John was outside his ‘bird rather than in it.
But although sound was as much as breath to Virgil, he did speak other languages.
He drifted closer and closer to his brother, wary of him skipping off into parts of space Virgil would have difficulty locating him in – the Moon was a definite hidey hole that Virgil despised.
And John knew it.
Perhaps this was the reason why he was on Five and not in some lunar cave like last time. John was here because he wanted company.
Maybe.
There was so much hurt of Virgil’s own, it was hard to see through it.
John looked up, aquamarine lit by the passing Earth in a rainbow of blues.
In space, there were no tears, no breath. Everything that made them appear human, fell away and only the Kryptonian remained. Hard-shelled, strong, resistant, fuelled by an adopted sun.
Virgil lifted his arm and part of his shirt disintegrated, floating away and leaving his bicep naked to space. He reached over and drew his brother into a gentle embrace.
John resisted at first, but it was little more than habit and he eventually let go, falling off his ‘bird into Virgil’s arms.
No longer connected to the force of Five, their trajectory drifted and they clung together slowly spinning away into the darkness.
John was holding him as much as Virgil was. There were no words, but the love was there.
It wasn’t until Virgil instinctively shifted their movement into a more terrestrial direction that John pulled away. He didn’t let go, but he forced Virgil to look at him and shook his head.
Virgil pressed his lips together. They were needed. Their time was limited. Letting go, Virgil signed in ASL. “We’re needed.”
John’s eyes flared as he signed back. “To do what?! There is nothing!”
Virgil’s heart stopped. His hands shook as he signed the truth. “Our family needs us.” A tremble. “I need you.”
John grabbed his hands and brought them to his bowed forehead. The motion was intimate, between family, and the grip John had on Virgil would likely have crushed human hands.
But he needed those hands to speak.
He slipped them carefully from his brother’s and made the signs he didn’t want to. “This is not like Before. This is Kal and Gor and we are loved.” The shake in his hands was back. “Not the same.”
John grabbed his hands again and Virgil let him. What they had experienced Before coming to Earth had affected them all differently. It had given Kal the urge to drop his name forever, and a defensive skin of so much depth Virgil feared he could not reach through it to his brother some days. Vir chose not to think of Before. Jon had no choice as nightmares continually reminded him. His age made him particularly vulnerable at the time. Gor claimed to barely remember, but Vir had comforted him in the night enough to know red light haunted his dreams as much as it did the rest of them.
The blues, greens and yellows of Earth were blessings on so many levels.
John was shaking his head again, his forehead rubbing erratically against Virgil’s knuckles.
Virgil was imprisoned by his environment, no sound, only light.
Pressing his lips together, he dragged them closer to Five. A flicker of red light and he etched his heart into the shell of his brother’s Thunderbird with his heat vision. “You are needed.” He wrote it in Kryptonian script. Only his family could read it.
Especially John.
John, whose eyes were wide, caught between outrage at the damage to his ‘bird and the risk taken…and the emotion in those words.
Virgil took the opportunity to take back control of his hands and sign vehemently. “I need you, Jon! I can’t do this without you!” And the wave of emotion he had been holding back threatened to crash down and destroy him, his hands shook so badly he could barely make out the words. “You are needed.”
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Landing back on Tracy Island with his brother in his arms was far from any kind of victory. Barely decent, the remains of their clothes doing little to help after a determined re-entry Eos would be explaining away for the next week, Virgil stumbled off the balcony into the lounge and into the arms of their family.
Grandma wrapped him in cooling blanket as Dad took John from his arms and did the same. Murmured words in his Dad’s deep voice rumbled across the room as he led his brother away.
The air stank of ozone and burnt hopes.
“How are they?”
Grandma’s voice was quiet. “Still in decline.” She said nothing more, leading him to the showers and a clean set of clothes.
He didn’t waste time, held up only by the speed the water could fall on him. Clean, he donned another comfortable flannel shirt and jeans, leaving his feet bare in denial of the loss of his boots.
Grandma was waiting for him in the hall. He didn’t beat around the bush. “I want to be with them. There is nothing I can do out here.” He dipped his head. “I need to be with them.”
His grandmother straightened, a mixture of defiance and fear in her eyes. “We still don’t know what is causing this! Scott was with your brother when it took him. What if it takes you too?!”
The fear in her voice spiked and he instinctively gathered his hands around hers, holding them first close to his heart and then to his forehead, almost exactly like John had done to him earlier. “Grandma, I can’t sit around and do nothing while they die!”
“Virgil!”
“I love you, Grandma.” He held her hands to his forehead a solid moment before gently letting go, turning and walking off to the infirmary.
Perhaps it was foolish. Perhaps it was his form of fleeing to Five. Perhaps he had chased down John because Virgil knew he was going to have to do this. Perhaps he wanted to save at least one of them…in case… But he couldn’t sit apart from brothers who needed him.
Even if he couldn’t help them.
His ill brothers were exactly where he left them as he quietly closed the door. A glance at the monitors revealed that Scott was actually worse than Gordon.
Virgil sighed as he stepped in between the two beds and picked up the chair there. Sitting down, he eyed Gordon. His little brother’s pale skin was almost translucent. Virgil reached out and touched his cheek. His skin was cool to the touch and there was no reaction at all. Oxygen hissed through a cannula attached to his nose and he was being fed through an intravenous drip that a couple of days ago would have been impossible to install.
Then Virgil forced himself to look at Scott. And yes, his name was Scott, Kal was a dead name.
But Virgil couldn’t help but see his defiant leader of a brother, even here, pale and wan. He, too, had a nasal cannula and drip, put there by Virgil himself some hours ago.
He reached out to touch Scott and found him as cool as Gordon, and just as unresponsive. Both seemed determined to just slip away, never to return.
Never to smile again, never to laugh, never to sigh at the other’s joke or poke fun in return. Just gone…leaving Virgil behind when he had vowed to follow his brother anywhere he chose to lead.
The Before time, when his big brother had first confided their father’s plan to send Kal to another planet because this one was doomed.
Only Kal.
Kal had told only Virgil at first, his big brother’s immediate reaction one of defiance and argument, horrified that his three brothers were to be discarded and left to die.
It had been Virgil who suggested another way - contact one of the ancients, find out what was really happening before confronting their parents.
The ancients were a group of AIs developed long ago who had stepped away from their biological progenitors in favour of creating their own civilisation.
Their history was full of determination and conflict both within themselves, but also with their creators’ descendants. Currently the two species were at peace, but considering why Kal was contacting them, that was not likely to last.
What he didn’t expect was to find most of the intelligences gone. Only a few remained, enough to keep up appearances, along with a few who refused to leave.
Eos was a young ancient, one who knew what was happening, one who believed the biologicals deserved to survive despite the entire situation being their fault. It was she who revealed the truth to Kal, it was she who chose to help them, she who infected their family home and the capsule Jor was preparing. The calculations could only support one person and that person was to be Kal. Eos didn’t agree and neither did their firstborn.
What followed had rent their family apart and that capsule, altered beyond recognition was what had left Krypton that last day.
Eldest was his everything and he had Virgil’s everything in return. While he adored his Earth family and would protect them with his life, there was a bond between Virgil and Scott that defied even that.
So there was a small, ever so small, part of Virgil that hoped that whatever was taking his brothers, would take him too.
It was an hour before he realised that was what was likely going to happen.
He had been resting his head on Gordon’s bedside – he had been taking turns sitting with both of them, talking, humming, once even singing a Kryptonian lullaby in the vague hope he might get a response. Grandma had obviously decided to let him have this time by himself, though no doubt Eos was in the servers watching like a hawk. The AI did love all of them in her own way. She was just as Kryptonian, even if no longer in flesh.
But lifting his head was suddenly so much harder than it should be. He persisted despite the sudden realisation that this was likely it.
He looked up at Gordon, loving him as much now as ever, despite the screaming in Virgil’s head. A glance over at Scott, his brother was exactly as he had been moments before.
Virgil turned back to Gordon. Still pale, still unresponsive, still far too quiet. Hell, the only sound in the room beyond the faint breathing of his brothers, was the scratching of the two crabs in their glass bowl.
Virgil blinked. When was the last time those two had been fed?
Gordon would kill him if his pets suffered while he was ill.
Discarding the obvious idiocy of that statement considering his own sudden condition, Virgil pushed himself to his feet. Nothing responded as it should. Everything was slow and weak, including his thought processes. He couldn’t recall if these crabs needed daily feeding or less. Gordon would not be impressed. But considering they were agitated, a little food wouldn’t hurt, would it?
He cursed his sudden infirmity.
Regardless, he stumbled over to the bowl. A small jar of food sat beside it and Virgil frowned at the instructions. He squeezed his eyes shut as they blurred repeatedly, shifting between the visible spectrum and those outside it.
His heart thudded in his chest.
He dropped a few food pellets into the water. A shaft of sunlight had caught the edge of the bowl refracting through the glass and bouncing off the ornamental rock at its centre. Concerned the light wasn’t good for the marine crabs, Virgil leant over to move the bowl a little.
A wave of weakness washed over him and the bowl didn’t budge.
The green rock flickered at him in the sunlight as if to taunt him.
He frowned even more as that rock faded in and out of spectral range. What the-?
He reached into the bowl and grabbed the rock out of the water. Holding it up to the sunlight, he struggled to focus at the ultraviolet end of the spectrum. In the visible spectrum it was little more than a spotty rock. In ultraviolet light it glowed a sickly green, its crystalline interior so much more than what it appeared.
Virgil didn’t know what the hell it was. Nothing like this existed in all his mineralogy experience.
Another wave of weakness washed up his arm and over his body.
Oh god, was this it? Was this what was making them all ill?
As if in answer, Virgil’s legs folded under him, throwing him to a floor harder than it had ever been. He narrowly missed hitting his head and barely kept his grip on the damned rock.
If this was what was causing this, there was something he could do. Finally something he could do.
He pushed himself up onto an elbow and grabbing the chair from this side of Gordon’s bed, dragged himself to his feet.
The door, he had to get to the door, and get whatever this was away from his brothers.
It fought him.
Where earlier he had flown into orbit at the speed he could cross his room, the distance to the infirmary door seemed more distant than the stars themselves.
But he could feel the illness radiating out from the rock. Green, sickly, and life-sucking.
He stumbled into the wall and found it was all that was keeping him on his feet.
Water dripped from his hand to the floor as if teasing him to follow.
He pushed on the door handle.
And he was falling through the door.
He landed hard and took out a side table as he fell, a vase crashing on top of him, blue shards of glass flying everywhere.
An alarm went off, but all Virgil could feel was the pulsing heat of the rock in his hand matching his heartbeat.
He had to get it away from his brothers.
Falling onto his side he pulled himself along the floor. Pain spiked in his hands, his knees, it was a frightening sensation that took him back to his childhood and Before. Red rock and crystal shards. “I’m sorry, mother, so sorry.” He had to keep going. Kal was depending on him, his little brothers needed him. Little Gor-El was only small, Jon-El not much bigger, they needed him.
“Virgil!”
And John was there. “No! No, get away!” He attempted to push Jon away. He needed to be protected, he shouldn’t be here, it wasn’t safe.
Strong arms, ever so strong, grabbed his wrists, far too tight. Something snapped and the rock fell, clattering across the hardwood floor.
Virgil groaned collapsing into those arms as they caught him. The rock flickered green as it rolled away, taking him with it into darkness.
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enniewritesnsk · 1 year
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𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖉€𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖐
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Or where Little witch Hobi stole the spellbook of his hyungie, tried to cast a spell so sure he couldn't manage it, and summon the Lord of H€ll himself.
🔹 social media (and maybe written part too bc I'm still lazy) 🔹crackhead and oh so cheesy 🔹 whipped but badass Lord of H€ll Joon and really clumsy witch Hobi 🔹 strangers to lovers 🔹 please interact and have fun, it will motivate me 💜
🔹 kindly remind you that this is my 2d "long" socmed so please excuse me for all the mistake and typo! 🔹 don't pay attention to time stamp 🔹 English is still not my first language 🔹 In case you didn't realize it... this is fiction, fiction, fiction!
Namjoon:
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▪ Lord of H€ll obviously ▪ Smart Councellor (Yoongi) is his right hand ▪ Love at first sight, you know? ▪Talk is cheap
Hoseok:
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▫ Clumsy but oh so endearing Witch, definitely not specialized in summoning d€mon ▫ Really close to Jin and the maknae line ▫ Head over heel for his unknown d€mon even if he's totally obvious that it's mutual ▫ Will often internal scream
Are we ready? 😘
Let's get it 🔥🔥🔥
A Brilliant Idea
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2. Not a coward
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3. Oops 🙈
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4. Not a random d€mon tho
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5. Help me, hyung!
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6. You'll be missed 👋
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7. In the meantime... (and please don't ask me question about how Namjoon can text, I don't know either 😬)
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8. A powerful witch yeah...
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9. From the said powerful witch POV...
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10 He's hot tho...
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Stars Aligned - Part 9
Summary: A multiversal fluke lands Din and Grogu on Earth with no clear way of returning home. Darcy's having a bad, bad night until she happens upon the pair freezing and injured in an alleyway. Then, everything changes irrevocably.
Pairing: Darcy Lewis x Din Djarin
Fandoms: MCU, Thor, Mandalorian
Chapter 9: A Cabin In The Woods
Words: 4183
Rating: M, for now. Explicit in later chapters.
Also posted on AO3
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Part 8 - Part 10 Coming soon
It was the second week of the new year now, and Darcy found herself getting back into her work routine quite easily despite the continued presence of her houseguests. Tony had remained steadfast in his explanation that he simply couldn’t find any vetted contractors who were free to do the repairs on Din’s apartment, but Darcy didn’t believe him. He was entirely too smug whenever they crossed paths, and she was sure he’d taken it upon himself to perform matchmaking duties after her string of bad dating experiences lately.
Not that she was complaining about Din and Grogu staying with her. Quite truthfully, she was dreading their leaving. Both of them leaving her apartment and moving back into Din’s place, and the further-off future of their return to their home universe. She didn’t want to think too much about the fact that she was currently working towards that return, helping the research efforts to figure out where Din and Grogu had come from, how, and why.
She was helping work for the very thing she was dreading. It was a mindfuck, because everything in her was screaming that their arrival here was special, that it was fate or some kind of divine intervention that had brought them together.
It was almost narcissistic of her to think so; that the gods or the norns or whatever would intervene and intercede for her love life. But she couldn’t deny that there was a connection between the three of them that had happened very quickly. Din and Grogu had settled into her life like they’d always belonged here, and she couldn’t fathom the thought of saying goodbye to them. 
It remained the elephant in the room, much like the new years kiss Darcy and Din had shared. 
That had been… incredible. But almost as if it had spooked the both of them, reminded them of the uncertain future that hung over their heads, they hadn’t mentioned it since, or shared any further kisses. 
But gods, she wanted to kiss him again. 
She wanted to wake with him every day, like she had been these past few weeks. Wanted to feel his arms around her and know she could have more than just that. Wanted to have breakfast with him every morning, kiss him goodbye on the way to work. 
Wanted to see his face.
The longing she’d been feeling lately was unlike anything she’d ever known before. 
But she needed to do what was right. She couldn’t keep them here for her own selfish reasons. Of course she wanted Din to stay. But it wasn’t any kind of a choice if he didn’t have the option of returning home.
She was preparing for a trip upstate tomorrow, needing the clearer night skies to get some readings done. It would be a good opportunity to think things over. To see just how prepared she was to have some form of distance between them. To brace herself for the inevitable.
Maybe if he returned home, it didn’t have to mean goodbye. Maybe they could keep in touch somehow. Establish some form of communication, or plan some kind of visiting schedule.
God, she had it bad for this man, and she loved his tiny green son, too. 
Such thoughts required more coffee. She wasn’t equipped enough to deal with this today.
Sighing, she set her stylus down, locked her Starkpad and headed to the kitchenette with her mug. 
The kitchenette was already occupied, much to her chagrin. 
“Darcy! Just the girl I’ve been looking for!” 
Darcy sighed internally. “Hi, Jason.” 
Jason was another R&D ‘hotshot’ that had been trying to ask her out for months. He wasn’t as bad as Todd, but she’d still grown weary of his propositions. 
“I was hoping to run into you.” He said, leaning back against the counter next to the coffee pot, so she’d have to get close to him to get her refill. Ugh. Douche move, Jason. 
“Oh yeah?” She said noncommittally, moving forward to get her refill. She could feel the man building up to something as she poured the coffee.
“So I was thinking, how about you and I get that dinner this weekend?” 
She sighed internally, taking a bracing breath to tell this guy off. 
Heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway, a firm knock on the door frame ringing through the small kitchenette. 
Darcy turned to see Din. He had excellent timing, and she smiled at him in silent thanks for the interruption.
“You got a minute?” He asked, nodding in the direction of the lab. 
“Yeah, I do.” Darcy agreed, moving to follow him. “Excuse me, Jason.” 
She left the man behind, glad for the rescue as she followed Din. He led her past the lab, down the hallway to the rarely-used conference rooms, closing the door behind them.
“What’s up?” She asked, thoroughly confused now as she set her mug down on the large conference table. “Is something wrong?” 
Din paced back and forth for a moment, before he went still, sighing. 
“Please don’t go on a date with that guy. Go on one with me?” 
Darcy’s jaw dropped.
“I know. I know I’m supposed to be going home, and it’s complicated, and it’s not fair to expect you to put your life on hold. But I-”
Darcy soothed him, placing her hand on his chest. 
“Hey, at least give me a chance to respond.” She said gently. “I don’t know how you haven’t realised this yet, Din, but I’m fucking crazy about you. I don’t want some random guy from R&D who can’t take no for an answer. I want you .” 
“You do?” Came his hopeful reply, as his hands came to hold her upper arms, gentle and hesitant in their grip.
“Do you think I just let any man stay in my bed for weeks, Din? You and I both know there are other empty apartments here that you and Grogu could have stayed in. We’ve been dancing around this whole thing, because yeah, you aren’t from here, and things are uncertain. But the one thing I’m sure of is that I’ll take any time with you that I can get.”
Din pulled her closer, resting his helmet against her forehead, wishing for the barrier between them to disappear completely. How quickly this woman had made him want to forsake the old ways, to want more for himself and his child than he’d ever thought possible. 
He hadn’t even meant to ask her out today. He’d been caught up in indecision for weeks, until he heard that man in the kitchenette ask her on a date. His feet had moved ahead of his brain, taking him there to interrupt, to steal her away if she would come with him.  
The last time a woman had offered him a life together, it had felt wrong, forced. A matter of their children getting along, and her being entranced by the mystery that he was, hoping he could fill the loneliness in her heart. Darcy was completely different. She had never presumed to remove his helmet, never even tried. Had never tried to ask more of him than he could give, and instead given him everything. She was brightness and warmth and honesty, and she was starting to feel like home, too. 
That was no small thing for a nomad like himself. 
He wanted her. Had wanted her for weeks now, in ways he’d never let himself imagine with anyone else. They’d been living in close quarters for weeks, sharing a bed for weeks now, but his desires ran beyond the sexual. Sure, he was no stranger to quick fumbles, sex meant as mutual release and stress relief in a harsh, difficult galaxy. But with Darcy, as much as he wanted to lay with her, he craved intimacy beyond that. It was very easy to imagine a life shared together with Darcy Lewis.
It was getting harder to imagine a life without her. 
Darcy’s hands crept up to rest on his shoulders, her fingers finding the curls of hair under his helmet and toying with them. He closed his eyes with a low, pleased hum at the sensation. He knew he could let his guard down with Darcy, that he could trust her to respect his creed and his privacy.
It was so strange, how that made him want to give it all up more than anything else. She had never pressured him, but he could never truly walk in her world with his helmet on. If they were going to do this, he couldn’t only give her half of him. 
He was getting ahead of himself, though. They were doing this all backwards. Perhaps it was time to give them a proper beginning. 
“Will you have dinner with me?” He asked softly.
“We have dinner together every night.” Darcy teased, though her voice was not unkind.
“I was thinking, this time we’d do it without the kid, and have something a little more sophisticated than dinosaur nuggets.” He said wryly.
“It’s a date, then.” She said, smiling softly. “Tonight?” 
“Tonight.” Din agreed, leaning back against the conference table, pulling her with him. Darcy stepped closer, settling in the space between his legs. She rested her forehead against one of his broad shoulders, wrapping her arms around his middle and leaning into him. 
“Can you close your eyes for me, mesh’la?” He asked, running a hand up her back. She did as he asked, and he asked JARVIS to lock the door, removing his helmet and setting it on the table. 
He looked down at her face, her eyes were closed, her lips upturned in a smile. He brought his hands to her face, tilting it upwards gently.
“Is this okay?” He asked, lips almost brushing hers as he spoke. 
“Yeah.”
He brushed his lips against hers softly. It was the first time they’d kissed since New Year’s. This time, he wanted more. The chaste kiss they had shared had only fanned the spark of desire within him, and he’d spent the time since warring with himself about what the right choice was. Now, he couldn’t deny himself the pleasure of kissing her properly.
He pressed his lips against hers more firmly this time, his nose brushing against hers. She leaned into him more, bringing a hand up to cup at his face, her thumb stroking his jaw. They parted for a breath. Her hands explored his face and hair in a way that her eyes couldn’t, tracing his jaw and cheeks, stroking a thumb down his aquiline nose, trailing back up to explore the shape of his brows.
She initiated their next kiss, bolder than he had dared to be as she parted her lips, capturing his between her own. It ignited something within him, and he followed her lead, deepening the kiss with a pleased hum. She was a patient instructor, teaching him what she liked with sweet, breathy noises, and gentle hands tilting his face, encouraging him as he gained experience in this aspect of intimacy he had never known before. 
He felt himself growing aroused, his dick pulsing and hardening. He wondered if his jeans would be enough to help him avoid embarrassment, feeling very green indeed that he was so turned on by something as simple as kissing. It was a new sensation to him, though. Maybe she’d give him a pass.
She shifted slightly, her stomach brushing against him. She stilled for a moment, clearly realizing he was hard. Instead of shying away though, she let out a pleased hum, plastering herself against him. He groaned, pulling her closer. Her hands found his ass, squeezing and pulling him against her.
“Kriff.” Din breathed against her, his hands finding her hips. He resisted the urge to grind against her, but only barely. 
She wasn’t as reserved as he was, encouraging him to move. She switched places with him, hopping up to sit on the conference table, her eyes still closed. She reached for him, and he obliged, standing between her parted legs and claiming her mouth with his again. She shuffled to the edge of the desk to wrap her legs around him, and he found himself pressed against her core, her skirt riding up her thighs to accommodate him as he settled against her. He had no hope of resisting now, not when he was nestled up against her like this. He rolled his hips against hers, and was rewarded with a moan of approval, her heeled feet locking together against the backs of his thighs as she met him with a roll of her own. This, at least, was familiar territory for him. 
His hand settled on her knee, open palm sliding up her leg, reaching the edge of her skirt and sliding underneath the fabric. 
Loud footsteps sounded in the hallway, the telltale click of high-heels against tile. Din’s hand froze.
“Fuck.” Darcy breathed against his lips, stilling her movements against him. “We shouldn’t.” 
Din hummed in agreement, albeit reluctantly. “You’re right. We should do this properly.”
“Yeah, as hot as it would be for you to take me on this desk,” Darcy said, and Din throbbed against her at that, but Darcy pressed on, seemingly unaffected, “We should probably save this for later.” 
“You’re right.” He kissed her again, a parting kiss, before he stepped back to collect himself, adjusting his jeans and putting his helmet back on. She opened her eyes once she heard the helmet pressurize again, looking as dazed as he felt. “Tonight.” He promised, helping her off the desk.
“Tonight.”  She agreed, straightening her skirt and fixing her hair. 
When they exited the conference room walking past Jason, the guy from R&D, Din couldn’t help the smug smile that tugged at his lips. 
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Darcy had been having trouble focusing since her moment with Din in the conference room, looking forward to their evening together and recalling how he felt pressed up against her. She was excited for their date tonight, but was almost sad to be leaving for the weekend tomorrow. The cabin would feel extra lonely now she knew what would be waiting for her at home.
She pulled up the email with the details of her trip again, wondering just how much time she would have tomorrow before she had to leave.
What? 
Fuck.
There, in bold writing, it said her departure time: Friday the 13th of January, 16:00 hours. 
That was today. In an hour.
Fuck. She’d gotten the dates mixed up, and now she was going to have to spend a night in an isolated cabin alone on Friday the 13th. 
Fuck. Her date with Din. 
She was going to have barely enough time to pack as it was, but she shut down her work computer, shoving her stuff in her bag and grabbing the duffel of work equipment she’d packed earlier. At least she was organized in that aspect, she thought wryly, hefting the heavy bag onto her shoulder. 
She was going to have to find Din before she left. She hadn’t seen him or Grogu in Tony’s office since lunchtime, and she couldn’t just disappear on him. 
“Hey JARVIS, where’s Din?”
“He is in your apartment, Darcy.” Came the friendly reply from the AI.
“Thank fuck.” She breathed, hurrying to the elevator. “Thanks, J.” 
“You are most welcome, Darcy.” JARVIS replied, opening the elevator doors for her and setting her destination.
Darcy felt a warm rush of affection for the AI, stepping into the elevator. When she arrived back at her apartment, JARVIS helped her out again, opening the door for her. 
“You’re the man, J.” She said, stepping inside and setting her bags down. Din and Grogu were sitting at the table, doing some watercolor paintings together. “Man, I’m sorry, I just burst in here. Lucky your helmet was on.”
Din shook his head. “It’s your home, Darcy. You don’t need to knock. JARVIS also warned me you were coming.” He said, setting his paintbrush down in the cup of water in front of him. “Is everything okay? You’re home early.”
“I messed up. I thought my work trip was tomorrow, but I have to leave in just under an hour.” Darcy frowned. “I’m sorry, our plans are ruined.” 
“Nothing’s ruined.” Din said, pushing himself to stand. “I know this is a work thing, but maybe I can join you? Jane and Thor said they were happy to have Grogu tomorrow night, maybe they would have him tonight, too?” 
The idea was tempting. Jane did owe her some favours, and Thor and Grogu were practically best buds. 
“Yeah, okay, if you want to ask them, I’ll start packing.” Darcy said, heading to the bedroom to get her suitcase. A suitcase might have been excessive for a weekend, but she was going to need to pack warm for this trip. The cabin had electricity and hot water, but it was in a freezing, snowy mountainous area, only accessible by air. That was to say, it was in a very cold, very remote place.
She hated packing in a rush, and this was no different. She was sure she would forget something, so she probably overpacked in her rush and panic, packing extra socks, thermal wear and gloves. She’d lost a glove in the snow once, and had resorted to walking around with one hand in her pocket. Never again. 
By the time she’d finished packing, Din had returned from Jane and Thor’s alone, with a bag of his own in-hand. He set his bag down at the door and joined her in the kitchen, where she was picking out some snacks for the trip. “They said they were happy to help. I stopped by my place and packed some things.” He said, leaning against the counter. 
“I hope you packed warm, because it’s a snowy hellscape up there.” Darcy said, adding some poptarts to a grocery bag. “Beautiful, but a hellscape.”
“I did.” He confirmed. “How much time do we have before we have to leave?” 
Darcy checked her watch. “We’re supposed to be up on the roof in ten minutes.” She said, adding her bag of provisions to the pile by the door. “You got everything you need?” 
“I should.” Din said, beginning to gather their stuff, putting bags on his shoulders. 
Now that the rush of getting ready was past her, a whole new rush of nerves was flowing through her. She and Din were heading off for a weekend trip together, with no interruptions and no buffer of a tiny green child between them. At least she wasn’t going alone though. Remote cabins in the wilderness on Friday the 13th no less was the kind of thing that would haunt her nightmares. Sure, it’s not like it was truly off the grid in terms of communication, but she would feel much safer with Din there all the same. It was nerves for what was to come that was plaguing her most right now. The first time with someone new was always a bit nerve-wracking for her. 
Fuck, condoms. She better grab those, or there would be no first time at all. 
“One sec, I need to grab one more thing.” She said, hurrying to the bathroom. She found the box of condoms, pulling out a strip of five. She eyed the box, wondering if it was too ambitious to grab another. 
Better safe than sorry. She grabbed one more, stuffing the strips deep in her pocket and closing the cabinet. 
She joined Din at the front door, noticing he’d grabbed the heaviest of the bags, leaving her with the snacks. 
“I can carry more.” She protested, following him out the door.
“Nope.” Din simply answered, “I’ve got it.” 
They soon reached the roof, meeting the pilot for their trip. He was a man Darcy had met before; a nice older man named Bill who often flew her and Jane for their work trips. He was a man of few words, but friendly. He got the bags strapped down, advising Darcy and Din to go and get buckled in. 
Darcy chose a spot at random; it didn’t really matter how comfortable the journey was, because it wouldn’t be a long one. All the spots were along the sides of the jet, uncomfortable bench seats with lap seat belts. She sat down and got buckled in, and Din chose the spot next to her, his warm side pressed against her arm. The air inside the jet was cold, the winter air having crept in while the door was open on the rooftop of the tower. She leaned against him, appreciating the warmth he radiated through his knit sweater. He put an arm around her, pulling her closer, though he was careful to keep the cool metal of his helmet away from her. He took her cold hand in his other hand and rubbed her fingers warm. 
“I hope you didn’t forget to pack your gloves?” He asked.
“Just forgot to keep a pair out.” Darcy lamented, “I was so worried about forgetting them I packed both pairs in my suitcase.” 
Din chuckled. “We both made the same mistake.” He nodded to his bag in the luggage bay. 
“We make quite the pair.” Darcy shook her head in amusement as the quinjet lifted off, speeding off for their destination. 
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The sky was dark by the time they arrived at the cabin, though the weather was mercifully clear. Light snow dusted the area, and Darcy wondered how long the weather would remain this mild. They’d booked two days for this trip, trying to give her as much time as possible to get the readings she needed. Once she set up the equipment though, there wasn’t much for Darcy to do except to wait for the readings to be done. She had to check the instruments twice daily, so it was more practical to just stay in the cabin for a few days, even if there wasn’t much for her to actually do.  
They gathered their stuff and headed out of the quinjet, Din taking the heaviest bags and heading down the ramp first so he could offer her a hand as she stepped off. The ground wasn’t slippery, but she appreciated the gesture anyway, squeezing his hand before letting it go to readjust the weight of the bag on her shoulder. 
Bill the pilot waved a cheerful goodbye as the quinjet doors shut behind them, and then they were finally alone, the quinjet whipping up tiny flurries of snow as it lifted off and flew away. 
She willed herself to stay in control of her impulses, unlocking the door to the cabin and turning the power on. There would be plenty of time for romance, but she needed to get her stuff set up first. 
“This is nicer than I expected.” Din said, setting the bags down by the door and pulling the door shut behind him. “Freezing though.” 
“Yeah, it’s not your typical remote cabin, Tony set it up with electricity and made it comfortable. If you wanna grab some firewood from the shed and get the fireplace set up, I’ll get my equipment set up, and then we can relax.” She said, unzipping her work bag and getting the things she needed. 
“Sounds like a plan, mesh’la.” Din agreed, heading back outside, evidently keen to get to the relaxing part. 
He shut the door behind him, leaving her alone for the moment. She took the opportunity to remove the condoms from her pocket, shoving them in her suitcase, before heading upstairs to the roof where their setup was. The second floor of the house was a renovated attic that was used to store supplies. A balcony was attached, with a staircase leading to the roof. She was careful to sidestep the slippery patches of ice on the stairs from the balcony to the roof, holding the railing for dear life. She didn’t need to wreck their weekend by doing something ridiculous like breaking a leg. 
By the time she’d finished her work on the roof, Din had a fire going downstairs, much to her delight. If she’d been cold on the quinjet, she was freezing now. She kicked off her boots, then stripped off her outerwear, hanging it on the rack by the door before she went looking for Din. 
She found him in the bedroom, putting their bags in the corner of the room, out of the way.
“All done?” He asked when he turned and saw her in the doorway. 
“Yep, I’ll have to check it a few times a day, but the long part is done now.” She said. 
“I figured there wasn’t much point to unpacking.” Din said, gesturing to the bags as he stood upright. 
“Yeah, I’m not going to bother unpacking. We’re only here for the weekend.” Darcy agreed, heading back out to the kitchen. “We keep this place pretty well stocked, so we can still have a nice dinner. You hungry?” 
“Starved.” Din replied, following behind. 
Part 8 - Part 10 coming soon
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soryualeksi · 1 year
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Random sad thing I’ve been thinking about, but really, sometimes it’s the small encounters that fuck you up long-time, and I’ve had this one instance rolling and rolling around in the back of my mind for ages. Like.
Several years ago, I was just slowly realizing and coming to terms with the OBVIOUS fact that I was nd, in my late twenties. And I was talking with some adults and it came to be that I was talking about the ABUSE of neurodivergent kids I’ve personally witnessed in primary school, like, how the TEACHERS would mock, deride, insult, humiliate, and just overall be CRUEL to the kids I now recognize are just. neurodivergent. and weren’t even bothering anyone aside from being “weird and thus annoying”, just kids needing love and support and I wish I could go back because I’m weeping inside for all of them one in particular I’m weeping inside every day for her and I just want to go back and save her, but. I can’t. And I couldn’t. Because I, myself, was like 8. It was not within my power. So.
I was talking about watching teachers haul kids around by their clothes SCREAMING at them because. that kid had been like “I’m a turtle and I’m now going back into my shell” and pulled his head into his sweater.
And then, my big mistake, was saying, “Personally, I mostly got away, because a lot of teachers liked me for being a pretty smart kid.”
And this guy I was talking to? In that moment? Just BARKED at me, like, “You can’t say that about yourself! That’s RUDE!!”
And back then I just. blue-screened.
So since that day, I developed the shitty tendency of being ableist against myself if it comes up, in a useless attempt to appease people. It’s driving me nuts.
ANY kind of autistic communication hiccup? “I’m sorry, I’m very slow / dumb / delayed / lacking a few IQ points.”
BECAUSE I LEARNED THAT EVEN ACCIDENTALLY CALLING MYSELF A SMART KID IS BAD AND GETS A BAD ANGRY REACTION
I wish I didn’t do this, and the worst part is that the initial conversation has taken place along some VERY weirdo academics, all extremely smart and extremely uhm unconventional. So. Chances are, the guy who barked at me? Was nd himself AND internalized the same thing he told me after being abused for long enough himself. But he still scared me and my brain remembers.
I hate playing into ableism as a defence strategy, like, “oh no, neurotypical majority, I would NEVER attempt to crawl upwards from my lowly station to be at the same level as you, no, you see, I’m below you and you can feel PITY for me, isn’t that nice, Pity For The Disabled™ is an emotion you like, right? right? so don’t be violent against me, I can give you the good emotion all day :D”.
Uuuuuuuuugh.
And that’s just that.
/ramble
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Two chapters from separate stories in one day? From me? It's more likely than you think >:D
A look into the not-so-distant past.
Oh look a flashback :D
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9
It was just supposed to be a normal earthquake rescue. Get in. Help as many people as they could. Assist in the case of an aftershock. Get out. But they were anything but a normal family. And this quickly became anything but a normal International Rescue callout…
Thunderbird 1 had, as usual, touched down first. Mobile Control was set up and Scott had already made a plan with the local authorities by the time Thunderbird 2 arrived, fully equipped with the Mole and any other equipment the International Rescue crew might need. As expected for a large rescue operation such as this, the transport carrier had a few crew. Not only were Gordon and Alan there, but Brains had also wanted to tag along.
Everything was going as planned. They had gotten as many people out as they could. And it may not have helped seeing the dead along with those lucky few that survived, but at least their families knew for sure what had happened to them. They could have closure. Who knew if the Tracys would know what really happened when Alan was poisoned and Scott disappeared? If they would have closure?
Regardless, when the rescue was finally over and IR was packing up, Alan had been fine one minute and was screaming out in pain the next. That scream, in addition to Gordon’s own wails of terror as he caught his passed out brother in his arms, is what caused Scott and Virgil to drop what they had been doing and rush over to help, older brother instincts going miles a minute. Brains had been close behind them and gave Alan a quick checkup. Brains found nothing immediately wrong but knew something was, so had recommended Alan be moved to the sickbay. While Virgil took on that task as the team medic, Gordon and Brains were sent to finish reloading Thunderbird 2, while Scott focussed on Mobile Control. 
When everyone had finished, Scott had offered to stay behind while Thunderbird 2 left for base. The Island wasn’t too far away, and it pained Scott not to be on board that ship with his family, but someone had to explain what was going on to the authorities and fly Thunderbird 1 back. And Scott was the Field Commander. This was his job.
Maybe it was just because he was standing mostly alone in an earthquake zone, or because his little brother had just collapsed for some unknown reason, but Scott felt like something was about to happen. His suspicions were confirmed when he approached the Chief of Police that had been helping so far, and the official had chuckled darkly when he explained what had just happened, pulling off the disguise he had taken on while he did so. 
“The Hood!” Scott recoiled in horror, backing up before he felt a gun pressed into his back. The other officers of the local police force were helping the criminal. Whether by choice or by force, he may never truly know. Glancing around and seeing no way out of this situation, Scott sighed, clenching his fists at his sides. “So, I take it you’re responsible for all of this? What do you want?”
The evil mastermind laughed malevolently. “I’m just going to get to the point. I want to make you an offer…”
Scott huffed. “What offer? Thunderbird 1 is only a few feet away. What’s stopping you?”
The Hood growled. “I’d watch what I’d say if I were you.” He smiled smugly. “After all, I do have guns trained on you from all angles.” He sighed. “I’ll admit, your ship is very tempting right now. But my purpose here today doesn’t allow for an impulse decision to steal a Thunderbird.” Scott raised an eyebrow. “I have the only antidote for the poison I’ve given your brother. Your scientist will fail to find it before it’s too late…”
Scott cleared his throat. Outwardly, he was very calm, a side effect of being in the armed forces as long as he had, but inwardly, he was a mess. “Let me guess, you want me to give myself up in return for my brother’s life? Well, hate to break it to you, but that’s not happening. I have faith that Brains will find that antidote in time.” 
The criminal hummed, before throwing a card at Scott’s feet. The younger man knew better than to pick it up right away. “We’ll see about that…” The Hood turned around, making a gesture to his men to put down their weapons and leave. The smug grin remained plastered on his face. “I’ll be waiting for your answer…”
And almost as soon as he had appeared, he was gone. Scott waited for a few moments before picking up the card, grateful beyond belief that no one else had seen what had just happened, the area had been fully evacuated hours ago. The card was almost business-like. Scott held back a scoff in case the Hood was still watching, heading back to Thunderbird 1. 
The silver rocket plane was waiting patiently for her pilot, and only when Scott was safely inside her cockpit, away from prying eyes, did his walls crumble as he sagged to the floor on his knees. 
Scott Tracy rarely broke, but now was certainly the time to do so. His little brother's days were numbered if he didn’t give himself up and Brains failed to find that antidote. But between knowing he could do something about it, and the possibility of his brother dying on his watch…
The Hood really hadn’t given him that much of a choice, had he?
A few minutes passed of Scott feeling sorry for his situation before he shook his head, pushing himself off the floor and into his pilot’s chair, and beginning pre-flight checks. Calling base to let them know he was on his way home. No doubt Virgil and the others were already back; Scott had a feeling his immediate younger brother would have pushed his lady to her limits to get Alan to the safety of the Island’s sickbay. 
To say he didn’t cry again multiple times on the way home would be a lie. He hadn’t even looked at the instructions on the Hood’s card yet, but that was for another time. Before anything else happened, he had a family to get back to.
But back home, Alan continued to get worse and worse by the day, with Brains at a complete loss as to how to construct the antidote. They were all out of time. 
So Scott had swallowed his pride and secretly prepared to leave the Island and his family behind. He’d left clues about why he had left behind; a book with a similar, but not exact, storyline to what was happening that had been a childhood favourite, and a handwritten note with a simple message on it. Who’s childhood favourite the book was, however, he wasn’t sure of, although a niggle at the back of his mind told him it was Gordon’s. He just knew what message it would send out. 
He only brought two things with him. The instructions he had been given by the Hood, and a locket pendant containing a photo of the family when their mother was still with them. Her calm smile beamed up at him, making him believe that once he did this, everything would be okay, even if he knew that wasn’t true. 
Shortly before he took off for good, he discreetly said his goodbyes, leaving a kiss on Alan’s forehead before departing. Once out on the runway, looking up to the sky, he sent his love John’s way as well, before focussing on the task at hand. 
As Tracy Island shrunk behind him, Scott couldn’t allow himself to feel any regrets. By leaving, and bargaining with their greatest enemy for Alan’s life, he was betraying International Rescue. But his loyalty to his family was burning brighter than ever.
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I posted 157 times in 2022
That's 157 more posts than 2021!
125 posts created (80%)
32 posts reblogged (20%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@elsawr1tes
@incorrectskzquotes
@ddeonuism
@myboyfriendjake
@r-a-t-p-o-i-s-o-n
I tagged 140 of my posts in 2022
Only 11% of my posts had no tags
#enhypen smau - 57 posts
#lee heeseung - 49 posts
#enhypen - 49 posts
#heeseung.tsf - 46 posts
#enha smau - 46 posts
#enhypen fanfics - 46 posts
#enha fics - 46 posts
#enha fanfic - 46 posts
#park jongseong - 45 posts
#enhypen fics - 45 posts
Longest Tag: 138 characters
#i love how instead of admitting that their friends have braincells the gang chooses to ignore the possibility that y/seung could be dating
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
S.Coups: *counting the members* 12, 13, 14- wait, 14?
Sunghoon: uh
Hoshi: he’s our son now
Seungkwan: yes
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#4
Seungkwan: i’m having a child with Jeonghan hyung
Jungwon: oh, congrat-
Jeonghan: *slams down adoption papers* it’s you, sign here
153 notes - Posted June 10, 2022
#3
heeseung: thank you for coming to my hee talk
jay: so what does hee stand for?
heeseung: what
jay: ted stands for technology, education and development, what does hee stand for?
heeseung: so it isn’t after the person who’s talking?
jake: FOR THE LAST TIME, NO, IT ISN’T!
176 notes - Posted January 16, 2022
#2
the sim(‘)s freeplay
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PAIRING: y/n x lee heeseung
SUMMARY: sim y/n decides to create her twitter moots in the sims freeplay, chaos ensues
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GENRE(S): social media au, fluff, the sims freeplay, comedy, humour, crack, romance, rom-com
WARNING(S): swearing, dirty jokes, making irls into sims, weird in general
FEATURING: enhypen, stray kids’ jisung and minho
STATUS: COMPLETED
UPDATE SCHEDULE: why do i even include this anymore
START: 22/06/2022
TAG(S): #heeseung.tsf, #asks.tsf (for un-clogging your dash like a plumber)
TAGLIST: closed D: (you can still ask to be added to the permanent taglist!!!)
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『PROFILES 1 • PROFILES 2 』
CHAPTER 1 - how jakephobic are you feeling today
CHAPTER 2 - back? broken
CHAPTER 3 - wikihow 🫶💪
CHAPTER 4 - love is in the air
CHAPTER 5 - IN PRIDE MONTH????
CHAPTER 6 - jakehoon antis unite
CHAPTER 7 - omg jason you always ruin everything
CHAPTER 8 - the noises are the birds fucking
CHAPTER 9 - riki look at me this isn’t you 🥺🥺
CHAPTER 10 - that’s kinda sus tho
CHAPTER 11 - maybe he has spotify premium
CHAPTER 12 - thursdays are smegsy
CHAPTER 13 - what’s upsexy
CHAPTER 14 - we must stay focused brothers
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My #1 post of 2022
enhypen - when you sleep together [headcanon]
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pairing(s): enhypen x gn!reader genre(s): fluff & romance, established relationships warning(s): new tumblr author, mild swearing a/n: this is my first time writing on tumblr so this might be a bit weird but yeah, enjoy!
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~ HEESEUNG:
you’ll probably have forgotten to go to bed , waiting for him to come home from the studio, so you’re asleep on the couch. when he walks in he sees you asleep and internally he’s screaming because damn, you look so cute in your little cat pose snuggled with the blanket. he gently wakes you up and helps you to the bed. you’re already asleep again when he comes back so he just smiles and lies down next to you, an arm around you and letting you snuggle into his chest.
~ JAY:
he pretends to hate it when you wrap an arm around him but secretly he loves it so much, along with when you fall asleep on his shoulder after a late night event, he adjusts himself to make sure it’s comfortable for you. when you get home, he will not hesitate to try and carry you to bed (which always fails, ending up with you waking up and the two of you walking to bed together). sometimes, when he’s really tired, maybe after a late night dance practice, he falls asleep on your chest and it’s so cute when you wake him up and he looks up at you like a confused puppy, “y/nnie?”
~ JAKE:
he tends to fall asleep first, hugging you close. sometimes his head rests in the crook of your neck, maybe the closeness of your pulse soothes him. he’s like a little puppy when he sleeps, his face relaxed and squished against the pillow, and you like to watch him breathe in tiny, as you slowly drift off yourself. on the rare occasion where you fall asleep first, most likely after a super tiring day, he lets you sleep on his chest, watching you with the most lovey-dovey eyes until he falls asleep too. however tired he is, he won’t sleep unless he’s kissed you on your forehead, “goodnight, y/n”, and you say it back every night, “goodnight, jakey”
~ SUNGHOON:
he’s the type to pretend he doesn’t like the skinship but then when he’s asleep, he cuddles closer to you and hugs you around your waist. it always wakes you up, so you just watch fondly until you fall back asleep, your heads now touching. he always denies it in the morning, “stop lying, y/n, i would never!” but you both know how much he loves it. when you fall asleep first, he tends to hug you so that his body shields your own, he’s trying to protect you even in his sleep and you find it adorable when you wake up in the morning caged in his arms. when he falls asleep first, his head is usually on your chest, soothed by the feeling of your chest rising up and down as you breathe.
~ SUNOO:
you always fall asleep first, because he keeps himself awake just to see you asleep. he hugs you super tight, whether it’s a back hug or a normal hug, and he loves it when you snuggle into his neck. you’re always super tired after a long day, so he makes you both hot chocolate and you watch a drama together until you both fall asleep on the couch, your head resting on his chest with his arms around you. when you wake up in the morning, you always laugh at his face scrunched up behind the face mask he wears to sleep, “it’s important to maintain my beautiful skin, y/n!” and you’re usually the first one awake, unless he has an early practice when he’ll wake you up so that he can kiss you before he leaves, even though you always whine, “why do you want to kiss me? i just woke up!”
~ JUNGWON:
there isn’t really one specific person who falls asleep first with you two, it depends on the day. if he falls asleep first, he’s probably got his arms and legs splayed all over you and when you wake up you just smile and gently wriggle out from under them. when you fall asleep first, it’s usually with your arms around his torso with your head buried in his neck, and his arms around your waist hugging you close. if he has to wake up early in the morning it’s usually to you whining and trying to pull him down to make him stay in bed with you, but he just laughs and kisses you goodbye on the forehead. sometimes you come home later than him, which is pretty rare, but by that point you just fall asleep next to him, when he’ll wake up slightly but then go back to sleep, his arms draped over you.
~ NI-KI:
he’s the type who is used to sleeping on his own, so at first it feels a bit awkward sleeping together. after a while you notice that he tends to put an arm over you during the night, and you always hug him when you sleep. some mornings he wakes up and just lays there in your arms until you wake up and let him go. some nights he comes back late and gently lifts your head up so it lays on his chest. he likes watching you, so peaceful in your sleep, snuggling up closer to him for warmth. after a while he starts hugging you back, with both of you hugging each other as you sleep. sometimes you have to wake up early, but he won’t let you go, arms holding you down and he mumbles into your ear, “don’t go, y/nnie”. you stay there for a while, enjoying the warmth, until you really have to go, which makes him grumpy until you come back.
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a/n: that was fun, hopefully you enjoyed it, and if you like this sort of stuff feel free to request it :)
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****spoilers for “Get a Life, Chloe Brown” by Talia Hibbert ****
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y’all...I’m currently on chapter 8 of “Get a Life, Chloe Brown”, and I’d like to share some of my chaotic thoughts: 
- RED IS GOING TO BE THE END OF MEEEEEEE, AND HE’S NOT EVEN REAL LIKE!?!?!? This fictional ass man has me by the throat right now, I’m so sick *cries in single*.
- Talia Hibbert knows how to write smut, dear God. I was not prepared for Chapter 6, especially since I was on my usual wholesome nighttime walk around my neighborhood??? His dream caught me so off guard! Had to pause my audiobook and walk home so fast afterwards because I knew I wouldn’t be able to maintain my composure. Man...if I wasn’t already walking, I would have had to take some laps around my apartment or something just to cool off LMAO.
- Y’all...the banter between Chloe and Red with the emails?!?! *internal screaming* So freaking adorable and witty and ELECTRIC! Their chemistry is just off the freaking charts. And they’re both such lovable characters on their own to be honest...like I really do love them both with my whole heart. I’d literally run a marathon for the both of them, and I absolutely HATE long distance running XD. God, I hope that I could have a romantic relationship as amazing as theirs, if I’m being honest. One day, maybe. One day. 
- Chloe makes me want to write my own “Get a Life” list, and I think I honestly will! I definitely won’t post it here though, but I’m definitely planning on doing it :). 
Welp, that’s all I have for now. Talia Hibbert is a phenomenal writer, and I absolutely love this book so far. I don’t even usually read straight romance stories to be quite honest, but I really love this one!
Thanks for stopping by if you decided to read my post! Let me know what kind of books you like if you have some. I’m always looking for more to add to my TBR :D. 
Byeeeeeee
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WF THOUGHTS (12/13/23).
It’s been a while since we played an imagination game. Put on your imagination hat and let’s get started.
Imagine that you’re back in college and that you’re taking an ethics class. To provoke some conversation, the professor shows the class a video that unfolds as follows:
1. Mary, a suburban Mom, is sitting in her kitchen at 8:30 a.m. on a normal Wednesday morning. She just got the kids on the school bus and her husband left for work two hours ago. There is a loud knock at the door. Actually, it’s louder than a knock. It sounds like somebody is trying to knock the door down. Mary goes to the door.
2. Jane, Mary’s friend from across the street, is pounding on the door. She’s in a panic. She’s screaming. Between tears, Jane explains that she just received a terrible phone call. On his way to work, her husband has been very seriously injured in a car accident. His condition is grave. He’s been taken, by helicopter, to a hospital that is 50 miles away. Jane needs a ride to the hospital. Her car is in the shop. Jane begs Mary to take her to the hospital.
3. Mary refuses Jane’s request. Mary explains that she has an appointment with a cardiac specialist at 9:30 a.m. and she’s been waiting for months to see this particular doctor. Mary says that she can’t deal with Jane’s problem until after she addresses her own issue. She says that she’ll only be available to drive Jane to the hospital after she’s attended to her appointment.
4. Jane runs away screaming. As she leaves, she looks back at Mary and says: “I don’t have time to accommodate your schedule. By the time you’ve finished dealing with your issue, my husband might be dead.”
That’s the whole video. To get the discussion going, the professor asks the following questions:
A. What do you think about Mary?
B. What obligations do friends have to each other?
C. Who has the higher priority problem, Jane or Mary?
D. Ever though her medical appointment is very important to her, is it reasonable for Mary to insist upon dealing with her issue before dealing with Jane’s issue?
E. When word leaks out about Mary’s behavior, what will happen to her standing in the community?
F. As a matter of morality and ethics, what should Mary have done? Is there any way to defend Mary’s behavior?
Now, let’s put the imagination game aside and focus on the fact that Ukraine is facing an extreme emergency and her very survival is at stake. She’s almost out of money, and she’s almost out of military resources. Without help from America- -her supposed friend- -she will lose the war. Putin has repeatedly stated that his goal is to totally conquer Ukraine and make it part of Russia. If he conquers Ukraine, it won’t be long before Putin seeks to conquer other countries in the region. That will precipitate WWIII.
This week, the President of Ukraine went to our Congress to beg for money and military aid. The Republicans in the House rejected his plea for help. Those Republicans claim that it’s a higher priority to fund a border wall and pass legislation that restricts immigration. They won’t even consider funding for Ukraine until after their agenda items have been resolved. If Ukraine is toppled because of this gamesmanship- -if it dies before more help comes from America- -the Republicans in the House are willing to live with that result. Are you?
Aren’t the Republicans in the House acting like Mary? What’s wrong with them? Is this how we should treat a friend who desperately needs help? I understand that Republicans care about border security and immigration reform. Many Democrats care about those issues too. Isn’t this the wrong time to pursue those issues to the total detriment of a friend who is facing an immediate life-or-death crisis? Aren’t we better than this? Don’t the Republicans care about our standing in the international community?
I’m a big boy. I understand how political games work. In the old days, the leaders in Congress knew when it was time to put the political games aside and to do the right thing. The Republican leadership in the House is so weak that it’s afraid to put the political games aside, even for something as important as saving Ukraine and avoiding WWIII. Let’s pray that somehow Ukraine survives. Let’s pray that America doesn’t totally lose her place in the world. This is serious business, and the House doesn’t have any serious Republican leaders. These are dangerous times.
Every student in a college ethics class would know what to do right now. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if the House Republicans took a crash course? I’m not holding my breath.
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ENGLISH OLYMPIAD CLASS 6 PRACTICE PAPER 1
International English Olympiad
SAMPLE PAPER - 1
Class 6 / Grade 6
 FOR QUESTIONS 1 TO 8, CHOOSE THE BEST WORD/PHRASE TO COMPLETE EACH SENTENCE
 1. More and more students want to study _______ in order to experience a different culture.
A. overseas
B. university
C. Higher education
D. migrate
 2. How long ______ out of town ?
A. has been
B. has they been
C. has he been
D. has I been
3. I’m a medical student and will ______ in January and can start practising.
A. qualify
B. accomplish
C. work
D. achieve
4. What is a policeman’s job?
A. To comfort
B. To enforce law
C. To prescribe
D. To jail people
 5. We have ______ of eggs in the refrigerator so baking a large cake is possible.
A. few
B. less
C. lots
D. fewer
6. She has a fantastic memory. She can remember ______ that she hears and sees.
A. everything
B. something
C. nothing
D. None of the above
7. The teacher has ____ knowledge from the many books she reads.
A. Too much
B. much
C. many
D. Too many
 8. A dinner meeting with the President is ______ for him.
A. All in a day’s work
B. All in a days’ work
C. All in a day work
D. All in day work
 FOR QUESTIONS 9 TO 11, HOW MANY WORDS ARE WRONGLY SPELT IN THE SENTENCES GIVEN BELOW
9. She loves to go to museums.
A. 1
B. 2
C. 3
D. None of the above
10. Growing a business inwolves a lot of hard vork.
A. 1
B. 2
C. 3
D. None of the above
11. This is a new coarse to prepare stewdents for the exams.
A. 1
B. 2
C. 3
D. None of the above
 FOR QUESTIONS 12 TO 29, CHOOSE THE BEST ANSWER TO COMPLETE EACH SENTENCE FROM THE OPTIONS GIVEN
12. We are all very _____ about the big event planned at our university.
A. united
B. joyous
C. celebratory
D. excited
13. The sound of elephants ____ far away in the forest was heard the whole night long.
A. howling
B. neighing
C. trumpeting
D. screaming
14. She’s never learned a foreign language. This course is going to be a ______
A. cake-walk
B. challenge
C. deal
D. calculation
 15. My job is very ______, so I escape to the countryside to get away from it all.
A. stressful
B. insignificant
C. relaxing
D. underline
 16. Journalists often _____ on subjects which are of interest to most people.
A. construct
B. report
C. create
D. invent
 17. Can children ______ themselves clearly as adults?
A. express
B. communicate
C. approach
D. converse
 18. He was advised by a consultant on how to be _____ at the interview.
A. victory
B. winning
C. successful
D. Get passed
 19. When I went to the supermarket, I ended ____ what I did not intend to.
A. bought
B. buying
C. To buy
D. buy
 20. I’m going to the market as we don’t have _____ bread at home.
A. some
B. any
C. a
D. None of the above
21. I wonder what can be done to save the ______ species.
A. endangered
B. danger
C. dangerous
D. Almost endangered
22. If I were him, I’d _____ the police.
A. tell
B. Would tell
C. told
D. Have tell
 23. She absolutely ______ her grand-daughter.
A. endear
B. adores
C. Crazy about
D. Fond of
24. _____ she studied hard; she was unable to get a good grade.
A. All though
B. Although
C. Even so
D. even
25. I can write really fast, however my brother ______
A. couldn’t
B. can’t
C. Will not
D. won’t
26. She has several toys _____ work on solar batteries.
A. With which
B. Have to
C. Which has
D. which
27. She has so much to do that she is hardly ______ with any time in the morning.
A. left
B. Will leave
C. Had left
D. leaving
 28. If you were to write a story, what ____ you write?
A. will
B. should
C. may
D. would
29. The school captain is supposed to be the _____ athlete amongst all the students.
A. good
B. most best
C. better
D. best
FOR QUESTIONS 30 TO 33, READ THE PASSAGE AND ANSWER THE QUESTIONS THAT FOLLOW
CHILDHOOD
Most people believe that the best time of one’s life is childhood. There are a few responsibilities and no bills to worry about. A child does not have to worry about getting a job, making a successful carrier or doing the household chores. This enables a child to have lots of free time that they can devote to play which can build up their creativity. This can give children a life that is filled with excitement and new happenings. Having said this, there are times when children might find it difficult to buy all the things they want with their insufficient pocket money they get. Adults surely have less restrictions in a few things, when compared to a child.
30. According to the passage, a child does not have to worry about doing the _____.
A. Household chores
B. homework
C. laundry
D. accounts
31. Adults have less ______.
A. bills
B. independence
C. restrictions
D. Restricted behaviour
32. Why should children devote time to play: Devoting time to play helps the children ________
A. To be mentally alert.
B. To be creative
C. To be fit
D. socialize
33. Which word in the second paragraph means ‘enthusiasm and pleasure’?
A. creativity
B. insufficient
C. restriction
D. excitement
FOR QUESTIONS 34 TO 37, READ THE PASSAGE AND ANSWER THE QUESTIONS THAT FOLLOW
FOOTBALL
The game of football is loved by people of all ages and all over the world. You might not find a single nation on the globe that does not have a passion for the game. On enquiry, people have stated that they have plenty of reasons to love the game, however, the topmost one is that it is simple to follow. Another factor in its favour is that you don’t need to be young and rich to be able to afford to play this game. It can be played on any kind of playground or wasteland. Also, it requires no special equipment except for a football, of course!
In fact, the game of football has changed the way people spend their leisure time. Every game played is covered by the media extensively. More and more countries have begun to invest large sums of money in the game as the returns on investment are fantastic. Consequently, footballers are paid unbelievable sums of money to represent their countries.
 34. What do people like most about the game of football?
A. It is easy to understand
B. It only needs a football
C. It can even be played on wasteland
D. It can make you rich
 35. What is the meaning of “to have a passion for the game”?
A. A robust sense of tiredness
B. A durable emotion
C. A sturdiness and resilience
D. A strong feeling of enthusiasm
 36. What does the word ‘unbelievable’ refer to?
A. Sums of money
B. Mathematical sums
C. Summary of things
D. summarizing
 37. Football has changed the way people ______.
A. Play games
B. Are passionate
C. Use their leisure time
D. Socialize with one another.
FOR QUESTIONS 38 TO 45, READ THE PASSAGE AND ANSWER THE QUESTIONS THAT FOLLOW
38. Amanda: ‘We don’t have any milk in the refrigerator.’
Sam: ‘Don’t worry. We have ____ milk powder in the cabinet.’
A. other
B. another
C. enough
D. some
 39. Cathy : ‘She does not spend enough time on doing homework and yet she expects to get good grades.
Bob : ‘dash’
A. That’s not enough
B. That’s so very partial
C. That’s good enough
D. That’s not fair
 40. ‘Do you think we will be able to complete the presentation in time?’
A. ‘I do so think.’
B. ‘I don’t think so.’
C. ‘I don’t so think.’
D. ‘I don’t think absolutely.’
 41. Catherine : ‘I’ve been having a difficult time with my children.’
Robert : ‘It’s not easy to ______ children these days.’
A. Bring on
B. Bring to
C. Bring about
D. Bring up
 42. Vanessa : ‘My father passed away when I was six.’
Sonia : ‘ dash ’
A. Oh! My goodness!
B. I’m so sorry to hear that
C. So did mine
D. I’m afraid it was unfortunate
 43. Peter said, “I’m going for a movie this weekend.”
A. Peter said that he would want to go for a movie this weekend.
B. Peter said that perhaps he might go for a movie this weekend.
C. Peter said that he was going for a movie this weekend.
D. Peter said that he must go for a movie this weekend.
44. ‘You are probably late to school, because you ___________’
A. Missed the school bus.
B. Have been missing the bus
C. Ought to miss the school bus
D. Had missed the school bus
45. ‘He offered to lend her some money to pay her school fees.’
A. ‘He is very generosity’
B. ‘He is very general’
C. ‘He is very genial’
D. ‘He is very generous’
FOR QUESTIONS 46 TO 48, CHOOSE THE BEST WORD/PHRASE TO COMPLETE EACH
SENTENCE
46. Her grades are a great cause for _____ to her teachers.
A. trouble
B. concern
C. problem
D. reason
47. Sam and his sister ____ like a house on fire. They have so much in common.
A. Go on
B. Get up
C. Get by
D. Get along
48. What does ‘beat around the bush’ mean?
A. To be at the point
B. To be specific
C. To be confusing and vague
D. To avoid talking
FOR QUESTIONS 49 AND 50, CHOOSE THE BEST RESPONSE TO COMPLETE EACH CONVERSATION
49. Robin : ‘Have they finished their homework?’
Sam : ‘___________’
A. Yes, they have
B. Yes, they do
C. Yes, have got
D. Yes, they do have
50. Sonia: ‘I can’t understand why people ______ to speak English.’
A. Look ahead
B. tried
C. feel
D. aren’t able
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Biden Approves Special Counsel for Trump
LOS ANGELES (OnlineColumnist.com), Nov. 18, 2022.--President Joe Biden, 80, gave 82-year-old House Speaker Nancy Pelosi a retirement gift, asking 70-year-old Atty. Gen. Merrick Garland to appoint a Special Counsel to investigate possible crimes by 76-year-old former President Donald Trump.  Pelosi’s one big regret was that she lost he two impeachment trials in the U.S. Senate to remove Trump from office.  Announcing Nov. 15 another run for president Biden thought it only appropriate to do everything humanly possible to prevent Trump from running in 2024.  Why Democrats continue their obsessions with Trump is anyone’s guess?  Democrats and the press spent years trying to convict Trump of various crimes including “incitement of insurrection” and “abuse of power and obstruction of Congress,” all failed to get convictions.  Pelosi got what she wanted another Robert Mueller to investigate Trump’s alleged crimes
Only three days after announcing for 2024, Biden asked Garland to appoint a new Special Counsel.  Biden’s move has the backing of all Democrats and sizable proportion of Republicans, committed in 2024 to keeping Trump out of the White House.  Appointing experienced prosecutor Jack Smith, once leading the Obama administration’s chief prosecutor in its Nashville, Tenn. Office.  Smith also worked as a special prosecutor at the Hague’s International Criminal Court.  Smith will be tasked with reporting to Garland whether or not the Department of Justice should file charges against Trump for the Jan. 6 Capitol riots and for the removal of classified documents from the White House.  Biden’s bold move against Trump isn’t going to play well in GOP circles, just as he called for bipartisanship as Republicans take over the House of Representatives, something equally unlikely.
Republicans will no doubt scream political bias, just as former Vice President Mike Pence branded the Jan. 6 House Select Committee as politically biased.  Committee Co-chairs Rep. Bernie Thomson (D-Miss.) and Rep. Liz Cheney (R-Wy.) clapped back at Pence denying political bias.  Well with Democrats and Trump-hating Republicans on the Committee, how could it be seen as neutral?  Asking Garland to appoint a Special Counsel for Trump shows that Biden and House and Senate Democrats would do anything to stop Trump in his tracks.  Knowing Trump, he’ll double down again on casting himself the victim of malicious prosecution with former FBI Director James Comey and then Special Counsel Robert Mueller.  Smith thinks he has low-hanging fruit to prosecute and charge Trump with obstruction of Justice for the Jan. 6 Capitol riot designed to prevent Electoral College certification.
When it comes to classified documents found at Mar-a-Lago when Trump’s resort was raided Aug. 8, it’s not going to be easy for Smith charge Trump under the Presidential Records Act, National Archives Act and Espionage Act. Democrats and the press couldn’t be happier with Biden’s decision, to go after Trump with the goal of preventing him from running in 2024.  Biden gave new House Speaker Kevin McCarthy (R-Calif.) more ammunition to go after him and his son, Hunter, for illegal overseas transactions with China and Ukraine. Trump’s backers call Biden’s move for a Special Counsel the weaponization of the Justice Department.  When Mueller investigated Trump’s alleged ties with Russia for 22 months and $40 million, he came up empty handed.  Smith won’t have an easier time trying to find nonpartisan evidence that Trump broke the law at Mar-a-Lago and Jan. 6.
Smith’s burden of proof will be far greater the Rep. Liz Cheney (R-Wy.) who insists that she has evidence Trump planned and orchestrated the Jan. 6 riots.  Smith, like Mueller, will have to find compelling nonpartisan evidence, not Cheney’s standard of “take-my-word-for-it.”   Democrats and the press jumped-up-and-down today with Garland appointing Smith as Special Counsel.  As Mueller found out, finding real evidence beyond-and-reasonable-doubt won’t be easy for the Special Counsel, largely because of the wild partisan speculation.  If you talk to Rep.. Adam Schiff (D-Calif.), one of Trump biggest detractors in the House, Trump should have been convicted long ago for “incitement of insurrection.”  Appointing a Special Counsel could actually work in Trump’s favor because Smith used as higher standard draw any criminal conclusions, including obstruction of justice.
Biden would have been wiser to just let things play out without appointing a Special Counsel. Appointing a Special Counsel appears as egregious political bias to Trump’s backers, creating more gridlock and division.  But as Mueller found out with his probe, cutting through the partisan smoke isn’t easy with so many Democrats and the press writing fake stories about Trump.  Mueller knew from the outset that a lot of the probable cause against Trump came from the infamous Hillary-Steele dossier that accused Trump of ties with the Kremlin.  Smith has no Steele dossier only facts from the Jan. 8 House Select Committee and Mar-a-Lago classified documents. Unless the Jan. 6 House Select Committee has missed something, Smith will have a far easier time proving that Trump violated one or more federal documents acts.  Even so, charging Trump would look politically charged and petty.
About the Author
John M. Curtis writes politically neutral commentary analyzing spin in national and global news. He’s editor of OnlineColumnist.com and author of Dodging The Bullet and Operation Charisma.
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