#i got caught up to the end of august on comments... i was really really really behind...

[mittensmorgul]

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#i got caught up to the end of august on comments... i was really really really behind... #more tomorrow but i lost a lot of today in generalized panic because i lost my wallet and still can't find it #and do NOT wanna deal with it like it's gotta be around here somewhere and it's making me batty i can't find it #but in searching for it i got all my clean laundry put away and tidied up about three other regions of my house that needed it #but still... can't find it and i'm SUFFERING omg #send spoon finding vibes... my wallet is actually a spoon... bent in half and hammered flat into like a money clip #i only had like $12 in it but aaaaalllllll the id and cards and insurance and stuff is gonna be a PAIN if i have to replace it all >.> #more replies tomorrow i am on a roll... will be rollier if i find my spoon >.>

[augustisonline]

Too sad to dance - Lucifer Morning star x reader (angst+fluff)

First fic on here!!! I'm a little bit nervous about getting back into writing but, hopefully this is good 😭 this is like, very descriptive and plot heavy so if that's not your thing I'm sorry, but to those who do like that, please enjoy! This is long as fuck.

Summary: Reader struggles with depression and finds themselves at a bar trying to drink their thoughts away. Lucifer goes looking for them and tries to comfort them. (Great summary august)

Warnings: tw for harassment, alcohol, swearing, reader struggles with depression, slight angst, no sexual content but a few sexual comments, implications of suicide, could this be classed as hurt/comfort? Lucifer, gn reader, pre established relationship, minimal use of y/n, fluff. Not proof read.

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Depression. Some people see it as an exaggeration of sadness, some people use it as a joke or some truly struggle with the mental hell that it can be. Today was one of those days. You had found yourself stuck in bed all day, still in your clothes from yesterday. You hadn't moved at all as you were in and out of sleep, trying to shut your mind up so you wouldn't have to think.

Nonetheless, it didn't work. Each time you woke up, it all came flooding back. The existential dread, the numbness and emptiness that your mind was feeling. Depression was your hell whilst living and in the afterlife. You couldn't escape it, even the one thing that you thought would finally free you of this hell, didn't actually end the suffering you had been going through.

So that's how you found yourself wound up at one of the more run down bars in hell, you just wanted to find somewhere where you could forget it all, even if that place was at the bottom of a bottle. You were sat at the bar, the stickiness of the wood beneath your arms really tied together the overall ickiness that this place was making you feel. Even the stool you were sat on felt disgusting.

The bartender made his way over to you, staring at you expectantly as he waited for you to order. "Just give me a glass of the strongest shit you've got." You spoke, your voice monotone as you slid a few bills you pulled from your pocket across the bar, not bothering to count them. A few minutes later the bartender placed the glass in front of you, his scrunched face staring down at you as you chugged the contents of the drink before he turned away to serve someone else.

You placed the glass down on the counter, absentmindedly staring at it, the ice was beginning to melt and although it wasn't very interesting, it kept your mind occupied. As you were deep in thought, your mind wondered to Lucifer. You were supposed to call him this morning. Shit. And you had walked out of the hotel without saying a word, what if you had worried him? You searched your pockets for your phone, only to find out you had forgotten it, a tired sigh escaped your lips as you placed your head in your hands, tears threatening to spill.

You couldn't keep putting him through this, shutting him and everyone else out when you were having a tough time. You felt awful. Lucifer had his own battle with depression and the pressure of being King. He didn't need to be running after you every so often when you disappeared in an attempt to feel better. A few silent tears had fallen from your eyes, you felt like the worst partner in all of Hell.

Caught up in your tears, you didn't notice the man who had sat next to you. Only the sound of him ordering a drink snapped you out of your trance. He looked towards you and smiled before speaking, "Rough day?". You laughed a bit, "When isn't it?" Lifting your head up and straightening your posture as you spoke to the man. He laughed at your words, sipping on his drink as he gave you a smirk.

"I don't think I've ever seen you before. You new around here?" He questioned, setting his drink down, still looking at you as he waited for you to reply. "No, I don't come here often, but I've been around for a few years." You replied, turning to the bartender and signalling for another drink, sliding him the cash as he poured it. The man hummed, staying silent for a moment as he took another swig of what appeared to be whiskey. "I recognise you, what's your name?" He enquired, and you looked at him rather suspiciously. You were surprised it took him this long to recognise you. A lot of guys wouldn't take this long to realise you were Lucifer's partner.

Dating the king of hell was amazing, but it did come with a lot of publicity. Even though Lucifer tried to stay out of the public eye, it did often result in your private dates being crashed by at least one nosey reporter. So, to say you weren't the talk of Hell for a while would be a lie.

"Y/n, but I'm sure you've not seen me before" You dismissed, not feeling up to discussing your relationship with the king to other sinners who would only be friendly to you knowing Lucifer was loaded. The man gasped, his smirk returning to his face as he realised, "Holy shit, you're Lucifers bitch! That's how I knew your face. Damn what you doin' here? He not satisfying ya?". A sigh escaped your lips. Of course the first question would be about his performance in bed. "I'm sorry, I didn't get your name. What was it again?" You asked, your tone turning cold as you began to feel disinterested in the man sat beside you.

"Jackson." He smiled before continuing. "I throw some bomb parties. You should come to one sometime." You internally groaned. Honestly, nothing sounded worse. Being in a room full of frat boys who are stuck like this for eternity? No thanks. "I'll pass on that, I gotta go, sorry." You dismissed, quickly getting up from your stool, holding onto the bar due to your slight drunken state. As you walked towards the exit, Jackson calls on you, quickly walking up to you when you exit the bar and enter the street outside.

"Could I at least get your number? Or walk you home, c'mon, I bet I could make you feel so much better than the short stuff you're banging." He smirked, snickering at his own words, and it internally made you cringe. "Again, I'll pass." You responded, walking past him as you began to walk home, either to the hotel or to Lucifer's. You weren't sure, but you were going somewhere. He grabbed your wrist, and you turned to look at him with annoyance in your eyes. "Look, you seem nice, but I have a boyfriend, I'm really not interested and I'd love to go home so, if you could get your hands off me, I'd appreciate that." You snapped, which caused Jacksons demeanour to change.

"Hey, I was being nice, no need to get pissy! Just, why don't you come with me?" He spoke, almost ordering you to go with him. His grip on your wrist got tighter, and you were sure it would bruise. "I said I'm not interested, now will you -" You spoke before being cut off by a familiar voice, which made you want to disappear then and there. "Excuse me, but they said they aren't interested, so please, leave them alone and go back to whatever hole you may have crawled out of." Lucifer's familiar voice spoke, talking to Jackson with a condescending tone to it.

Jackson's hand freed your wrist, and within seconds, you were watching him run down the street and out of sight. Lucifer turned to you, worry and panic in his gaze and voice. "Are you okay? I've been trying to find you for hours, I was worried, you aren't hurt, are you?" His hands came up to your face, like he was inspecting you for any sign of injury. "I'm fine." You spoke, your tone coming off harsher than you intended. "Sweetheart, you don't sound fine." Lucifer replied softly, the tiny height difference between you making him tilt his head up to meet your eyes.

"Lucifer, I'm fine, I promise. I can handle myself." You snapped, moving your gaze to the pavement you were stood on. "That's not the part I'm worried about, I know you can handle yourself, but I know what these people are like, they're awful, I just worry that they'll take advantage of you when you're vulnerable." His tone was still soft and full of worry, contrasting your harsh tone. Lucifer sighed when you stayed silent, reading you're body language and expression to understand how you felt.

"Look, I get that you might not have wanted me to come here, but honey, I worry about you so much and I care about you, i couldn't sit around knowing you were out of reach somewhere in this shit hole whilst having a breakdown." Lucifer added, continuing to look at your face even though you were still focused on the pavement, your eyes glassy as tears welled up in them. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't keep doing this, I-I thought I was getting better." You mumbled as you began to cry. You didn't even care that you were standing in a street anymore. You just wanted to go home.

Lucifer pulled you into his arms, a hand resting on the back of your head as you broke down, crying onto his shoulder. It took a moment before you had stopped, "Can we go home, please?" You croaked out, sniffling as you pulled your head away to look at Lucifer. "Of course." Lucifer smiled, and within seconds, Lucifer had teleported you both back to his Palace. You were now stood in his bedroom, the gold accents bringing out the main theme of red throughout the room.

"Would you like to talk about what's going on?" Lucifer softly asked, his hands resting on your shoulders. "There's nothing that you don't know to talk about, I just woke up and I wanted to disappear. I'm sorry I made you worry. I thought I was getting better..I just, don't want to keep making you this worried about me." You spoke, voice cracking as you began to tear up again. Lucifers hands cupping your face made you look at him, and he looked at you with a loving gaze that made you feel everything you felt today begin to disappear.

"I know, sweetheart, but please don't apologise for that. You've done nothing wrong, and you've not upset me. Sure, you had me pretty worried, but that's because I care, and I couldn't bear to lose you. You don't realise this, but you have truly, and single-handedly, brought a happiness back into my life that I didn't think I'd ever see again." He paused, giving you a chance to take in his words as he wiped a tear that had fallen onto your cheek.

"What I'm trying to say is you are the most beautiful being I've ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes upon in my immortal life, and I believe that you don't deserve to be down here, you're too sweet and kind and loving for your own good! You make so many people, including myself, smile every day, and I just want to see you smile like that for a change." Lucifer finished, keeping his eyes locked onto yours. You stared at him in awe, eyes widening as you listened to his words, such loving and sweet words that no one had ever spoken to you before.

Feeling lost for words would be an understatement. You were completely taken aback, and for a moment, as you looked into your lovers eyes, it all went quiet. The loving words he spoke were the only things running through your mind, and for the first time in a while, including your time alive and in hell, everything went quiet. "I love you." Those three words were the only words you could put together in response to his, and it was the first time you had said those words in a while. It was Lucifer's turn to be taken aback, as he had already told you he loved you. He was being patient with you and giving you the time you needed to return those words to him. There was no pressure or judgement with him.

"I love you too, my darling, more than I can put into words." Lucifer softly spoke, leaning up to place a gentle kiss to your forehead. You stayed like this for a moment, Lucifer held you close to him, he didn't want to lose you like that again. It was quiet for a moment before the sound of your favourite slow song had begun to play, and Lucifer gently swayed you to the gentle beat. One day you'd figure out how he could do that.

"Dance with me, please," He invited, his tone soft as he held you close. "I'm too sad to dance, Luci." You replied with a small laugh, yet you placed your arms over his shoulders, silently accepting his offer.

"No one is too sad to dance, sweetheart."

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HOLY SHIT THAT TOOK ME A WHILE 😭

anyways, I hope its okay! I kinda get carried away with plot but I'm low-key debating making a part two (no I'm not)

Anyways this was NOT proof read and its 1:36am so, please leave me some constructive criticism.

Thanks bts for inspiring this whole thing 🫶

Word count:??????

Edit: it's been proof read never let me write past 1 am again. Also please say someone got the Jackson Wang joke cuz I'm giggling over my own mind honestly you wouldn't think I'm legally an adult.

#hazbin lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #hazbin hotel x reader #angst #fluff #hurt/comfort #can you tell i like to write how i feel? #thanks bts for being the soundtrack to this

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🌻august bookshelf🌻

july recs | recs tag

I really enjoyed putting together a little fic rec list at the end of last month and decided to do it again!

🌻driving in your car by @kkpwnall - when I say the ultimate pining Steddie fic I MEAN IT. the use of the car as this sort of central, grounding force within Steve's world and the way the testing of his tether to Hawkins and the people in it plays out here is stunning, not to mention the HANDS and the ronance going on stage left and the complete and utter tenderness lying just beneath the surface. perfection I am swallowing it whole

🌻clueless by @gothbat99 - such a lovely short & sweet slice of life in the summer after they win the war, it feels SO important in its simplicity that Nancy and Robin are getting to behave like young people, all free and hopeful and discovering how to want/ be wanted. made my heart so big and warm in only 1k words like THAT !!! is so impressive, so worth your time, will make your day better guaranteed

🌻Faces Freedom with a Little Fear by @fragilecapric0rnn - literally Steve family-centric character study of all time, come swoon over big sister JJ Harrington and watch as her presence in his life creates a fullness and richness of growth and self-realization LIKE. I could bask in this world for the rest of forever and never get tired of its sincerity and depth and siblingisms, what a heart-squeezing delight from start to finish

🌻haunted hawkins by @hellsfireclub - starts with the brilliant premise of "what if it's not just Hawkins?" and RUNS with it, giving not just beautiful ruminations on both Nancy and Robin as they start a journey towards figuring out just how far the paranormal spreads and also a journey towards mutual self discovery and (: lesbianism (: READ THIS FIC.

🌻then I see you, you're walking 'cross the campus by stellarpoint (@heybluechild) - a lovely little peek at Steve and Nancy's friendship coming back together after they've come into their own a little bit and Nancy being so, so brave in coming out to him. truly this made my heart so big and full and warm i am carrying them gently in the palms of my hands

🌻this must be the place by @judasofsuburbia - JARGYLE CAMPING. the tenderness of this, the peace offered to Jonathan when he hasn't ever really known such a thing, the way they just sort of slot together and find and choose and become each other?? it's got me all soft in the heart and THAT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN. illegal actually. I'm weak in the knees :((

🌻Young, Scrappy, & Hungry by @fragilecapric0rnn - politics ronance rivals to lovers WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?? perfect dynamics already and I can't wait to see where these girls go. the characterizations of them is so REAL despite the very different world of Washington they've been dropped into and my lesbian, TWW-loving ass is feeling soooo normal about them SO normal don't worry about it

🌻The Warmth Pulls by TheDeathsWish - I'm not fully caught up on this one yet, but it is genuinely one of the most unique AUs I've come across so I have to mention it here. It's still 1986 and it's still Hawkins, but the sci-fi overlay is switched out for more purely fantasy elements, including some very cool and beautifully revealed eccentricities and abilities of the characters. Steddie but also so hugely dependent on the ensemble of it all, which you know I eat up, I'm excited to keep working my way through this one!

P.S. if you read and enjoy any of these, please remember to tip your writers in kudos and comments!💛

#dot recs #fic recs #steddie #ronance #jargyle #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #jonathan byers #argyle stranger things #it's not the last day of the month but i'm going out of town tomorrow so here you go shhhh #will i manage to do this every month? only time will tell but for now i am making it happen!

[libraryofantiquitea]

𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡.

pairing: jake "hangman" seresin x civilian female reader

summary: jake visits you at the gallery where you work after he's done training for the day. it becomes very apparent that you've both caught feelings.

warnings: explicit, minors do not interact! oh look, it's smut again! but this time there is [drumroll] some plot! unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (female receiving), jake being turned on by his own callsign.

word count: 5.1k

author's notes: no beta, we die like goose. mainly because i didn't want to subject anyone to how long this part is!

i hadn't intended for this to become a series, but this is the third part in august slipped away.

previous: pt. i | tell me my name pt. ii | tokyo summer

likes / comments / reblogs are very much appreciated! thank you for reading! ♥

There was a small art gallery just outside of Miramar; if you wanted to wander around for hours you’d need to make your way into the city proper to go to the San Diego Museum of Art, but if you just wanted to browse some more local art and perhaps purchase a painting or piece of artwork, Evergreen Brush was there for all of your artsy needs.

And that was where you worked as a curator, helping select the pieces and artists that you featured, and turning on your charm to sell artwork to sailors and aviators who might not know the first thing about artwork but wanted a little piece of San Diego to bring home with them.

Jake had texted you early in the morning, he was training pretty much all day but would come and pick you up after you closed the gallery and take you out. For what, he didn’t say, but you didn’t really give a damn where you went, you just wanted to spend time with him.

You had just flipped the sign on the door over to CLOSED for the evening as the familiar sound of fighter jets passed overhead, and you idly wondered if Jake was in one of them.

Fidgeting with some of the everyday rings you wore on your fingers, you wandered further into the gallery to do your “end of day” tasks. It had been a few weeks since you’d met Jake at The Hard Deck, a few weeks since you’d begun this situationship with him. You had promised yourself a very long time ago that you’d never get involved with another military man, but then had realized that if you were going to live in Fightertown that you really didn’t have much of a choice if you wanted to date ever again.

Jake was the type you should’ve run away from, but you had been powerless then to say no to his invitation out for a drink. He was definitely the type you’d normally go out with once, bring back to your home for the night, and that would be that. But there was something incredibly disarming about him that you hadn’t anticipated, a wall that he knocked down everytime you were in his presence.

You got the feeling that wasn’t something that he did often, and wondered what made you so special.

That first night, Jake had told you that he didn’t know how long he would be around. He couldn’t tell you much about what he was doing, it was very hush hush, but you got the impression that the mission was perilous enough that he might not return. And even if he did, this wasn’t where he would be posted long term. Whenever he left that would be it.

You’d had relationships, flings, with expiration dates before, but this was different. With the unknown “best before” date looming over your head, you tried your hardest not to catch feelings. It was fucking impossible with the likes of Jake Seresin.

Sighing, setting some invoices down on the counter, you raised your head and looked across the room to a series of abstract paintings, hoping they would put your mind at ease, quell the noise that would just not shut up.

There was no future with Jake, so it was best to just have a good time while you had him.

Convincing yourself of that was easier said than done.

In the employee lounge, the owner kept all kinds of liquor. Wine, whiskey, beer, anything a customer making a big purchase, an artist making a big sale, or a stressed out curator might crave. You made your way back there and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and two glasses, knowing that it was Jake’s favourite. You didn’t know if he’d want to stick around, or what manner of plans he had for you both when he inevitably arrived, but there was no way you were going to have a drink and not offer him some.

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You were just wrapping up recording sales for the day when there was a knock on the door. Glass of whiskey lifted halfway to your lips,  you looked over to see Jake at the front door, hands in his pockets, smiling broadly when you made eye contact.

You giggled, feeling like a teenager being picked up for a school dance.

Somehow you managed to keep yourself from running to the door, though you moved as quickly as your feet and self respect could take you. From the other side of the door, Jake held your gaze as you unlocked it, before swinging it open and allowing him access.

“Hey darlin’,” he said brightly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in close for a kiss.

“Hey,” you murmured, returning his kiss and draping your arms over his shoulder. “Gimmie a sec and I’ll lock the door.”

You mournfully pulled yourself from Jake’s embrace and moved to lock the door, while he stepped further into the gallery. “I never knew this place existed until you told me about it,” he said, looking around at some of the paintings.

“I don’t think it’s in the pamphlets they give you when you arrive at TOPGUN about sights to see while you’re here,” you teased, locking up and turning around. “I found a bottle of whiskey in the break room. Would you like some?”

“Baby girl,” Jake said, tilting his head slightly and raising his eyebrows as he turned to look at you. “C’mon.”

You grinned so brightly that your face hurt, and you walked over to the counter to pour a glass for Jake and another one for yourself. 

“Very different work environment from mine,” Jake teased, taking a glass and then clinking it against yours. “Cheers.”

“Cheers,” you repeated, watching him for a moment before taking a sip from your glass.

You couldn’t stop watching him; the way his Adam's apple bobbed as the alcohol slid down his throat, the way his green eyes practically twinkled in the low light, the closeness of him when he truly did not have to be that close at all.

It had been a few days since you’d seen him, and all you could think about was the last time you had seen him. Your face felt warm, and whether it was from Jake’s presence or the liquor you would never truly know.

“I just need to finish some paperwork, and then I’m all yours for the night,” you said, shuffling some papers and clearing your throat. More for your own benefit than Jake’s. “Feel free to have a browse.”

Jake smiled at you, before slowly pacing over to the wall of paintings. “I think I will, darlin’.”

Swallowing hard, you forced yourself to look down to finish what you had been working on, even if your eyes wanted to follow Jake through the gallery, watch the way his hand clutched at the glass of whiskey, the broad span of his shoulders, his perfect ass.

You told yourself the sooner you got done with paperwork, the sooner your hands could busy themselves with something else.

It was just as you were finishing up that you heard Jake say, “Could you tell me more about this one?”

Smiling, you moved from behind the counter, grabbing your drink along the way and sauntering over to where Jake was standing. When you realized exactly which painting he was talking about, something in your stomach began to flutter.

It was one of yours.

“Well,” you began, as you stood next to Jake, “this is a contemporary figurative painting. The artist specializes in the genres of portraiture and landscape. But, with this painting she has found a way to … sort of combine the two.” You looked out the corner of your eye to observe Jake, to find that he was hanging on your every word, and seemed genuinely interested. “The landscape in question is the artist’s own body.”

“Hmm,” Jake hummed, before looking closely. “She’s laying down, right? The curves of her body look like rolling hills.”

“That was precisely her intent,” you continued, looking over at Jake. “She isn’t always her body’s biggest fan, and society as a whole still has a problem with bodies that don’t fit the typical beauty standard. So, she is subverting their judgemental gaze by focusing on just a small part of her body, at an angle that most people would not see her in.”

Jake inhaled sharply, as if processing, and you briefly wondered if you’d made yourself too vulnerable, put too much on the table. Of course you and Jake had enjoyed some deeper discussions since meeting, and you’d talked about your art with him, but this was different than all of that. This was opening up in a way that you didn’t with even people you’d known for quite a long time. He’d be right to be put off by it.

“I think it’s stunning,” Jake said quietly, before polishing off what remained of his whiskey and then letting his arm hang loosely at his side, holding the glass by the rim. “And I’ve seen this body from this angle. It’s one of the most gorgeous and magnetic things I’ve ever seen.”

“Jake,” you whispered, shaking your head slightly. You were alternately touched and thought that he was putting on quite the show.

“What?” he asked, turning his attention from the painting to look over at you, eyebrow raised quizzically.

“You don’t have to flatter me so much,” you said, reaching for the empty glass and offering him a smile. “You already have me.”

“Darlin’,” Jake began, his voice dropping into that low register that drove you wild, “I’m not … saying that to try and butter you up. This is gorgeous.” He gestured to the painting. “I don’t know much about art, but I think I know what I like.” He paused, simply looking into your eyes for a moment. “I want to buy it.”

“Jake,” you began, biting at your bottom lip and shaking your head slightly. “C’mon. You don’t really want to buy a painting of my back curving into my ass. There are so many better paintings here. If you want some art I’d be happy to -”

“I’m not playing at something,” Jake insisted, brow furrowing as you turned toward the breakroom. He reached out and grabbed your wrist. “Hey. I like you. We wouldn’t be doing … this, if I didn’t. I like your art. I want to buy some.”

You’d whirled around, facing him, and swallowed hard. God, he was going to make you talk about all of this, wasn’t he?

“I can make you some art. Some better art. You don’t want that one,” you insisted. “Besides, it costs far too much money.”

“So give me a discount then,” Jake said, smiling at you. You set the empty glasses down on a nearby shelf. “I don’t understand. Why don’t you want me to have this?”

“Do you really want a painting of a part of my naked body?” you asked incredulously, raising your eyebrows. “I have so much better work than that. Something that will actually look nice hanging in your home. Something that people won’t ask you questions about.”

“Yes, I want a painting of a part of your naked body,” Jake insisted, reaching for your hand. “I really like your naked body. I really like you. Besides it would be nice to have something -”

“Don’t.”

“- to remember you.”

Even though you had desperately wanted to have this conversation, even though your heart threatened to beat out of the space behind your rib cage every time you thought of him, the last thing that you wanted to talk about was the after. Aside from a couple of slip ups, you’d generally done pretty well about ignoring the fact that this was all going to end.

Somehow, Jake acknowledging it made the whole thing real, and worse, stating that he wanted to remember you felt like a dagger to your heart.

“We agreed not to talk about it,” you said simply, trying to turn away from him, but he was still holding on tightly to your wrist.

Jake pulled you toward him, against his chest, and held you close. “I know,” he said, a kindness in his voice as he relinquished his hold on your wrist to brush your hair away from his face. “I know we did. But, as we’ve established, I like you, want to remember you after I leave. What’s so wrong with that?”

“Because we agreed that when this was over, whenever that might be, that we wouldn’t,” you said sternly, trying desperately to act like your heart wasn’t cracking open like a ship against the rocks. But in a good way. You didn’t want to hold back what you felt, but you did it because of what you’d both agreed to. “And now you’re trying to change the rules. That’s not fair.”

Jake pursed his lips together. “You’re right, it’s not.” You puffed your chest out, having felt like you’d won a little victory. “But I never said I was fair.” He held you a little closer, and you could feel the heat radiating off of his body. “I like you. A lot. More than I was anticipating. I don’t want to act like you don’t mean anything to me. You do. I’m not going to forget you when this is over. How could I?”

“I don’t want to talk about the expiration date,” you murmured, a little breathless. Jake was leaning in closer to you, his nose bumping against yours. “We have right now. We’ll worry about later when we get there.”

It was easy enough to say. You had been worrying about later since yours and Jake’s first date, when he’d left your home and headed back to the base, while you had sat on the floor, his come dripping down your thighs.

You wouldn’t have changed what the two of you had for anything in the world. Even if it would inevitably be painful in a matter of weeks.

“Right now,” Jake murmured in agreement. God, he was so close. You tried to close the space between you and he pulled back a little, smirking at you with a flash of perfect, white teeth, the corners of his eyes crinkling. Fuck, you hated him in that moment. “I kind of want to bend you over something and fuck you.”

“Jake.”

“Dress hiked up over your hips,” he continued, his hands moving down along your sides before settling on your aforementioned hips.

“Jake,” you repeated, wrapping an arm around his neck and trying to haul him closer. He still wouldn’t kiss you, and you decided that you were done playing fair. With your free hand you reached down between Jake’s legs, and grabbed his stiffening cock through his pants.

“Fuck,” he growled, hips canting forward toward your touch.

“Hike my dress up over my hips then,” you breathed, squeezing him gently through his jeans, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear. “Raw me.”

He said nothing, and instead gave you that kiss that you had so been craving. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t gentle, and there was the very real possibility that your teeth knocking together would result in a trip to the dentist for one of you. But you didn’t care. It was so passionate, so incredibly raw, and you lived for the intensity that he put into every kiss that he bestowed upon your waiting and eager lips.

You found yourself crowded against a wall, between two contemporary impressionist paintings, and visions of your first time together flooded back in your mind. Not one to reminisce while in the process of being ravished, you turned your attention back to what was happening in the then and now, Jake’s teeth scraping along the column of your throat. You tangled a hand in his hair, loving the feeling of the soft tendrils wrapping around your fingers, where his hair was a little longer. 

During a moment of respite, where you both needed to come up for air, you held Jake’s gaze as you hiked your dress up slowly, hooking your thumbs into the waistband of your underwear and shoving them down your legs. Jake didn’t tear his eyes away from yours, but you could tell from the shift in his breathing that he wanted to. Your underwear off, you relinquished your hold on the hem of your dress and reached forward, palming Jake’s hardening cock through his jeans.

“Do you want me, love?” you rasped, and only regretted calling him love a little bit. It was a term of endearment that you used with many people, but it seemed like such a loaded word with him.

“Yes,” he gasped, still rapt as he looked into your eyes, nodding his head slowly as you began to undo his belt.

“Do you want to split my pussy open on your thick cock?” you purred, pulling the belt from its loops and tossing it onto the floor.

Jake leaned forward slightly, bracing one hand against the wall, the other against your throat. You gasped, tipping your head back slightly as he applied just the slightest bit of pressure. “Yes,” he growled, that southern drawl making your cunt pulse around nothing, his thumb smoothing over the delicate skin along the column of your throat.

Your hands trembling, you shoved the waistband of his shorts down just enough to free him. Your hand circled around his length, stroking him slowly, and you marvelled at how wet he was already, how eager he was. Whenever you were together you never doubted how much he wanted you. It was always quite apparent.

The angle was all wrong - he had several inches on you height-wise. Jake dipped his head down, claiming your mouth in one final brutal kiss, before he reluctantly pulled himself away. You whimpered, but didn’t have long to look at him questioningly, or look at him at all. He grabbed you roughly and turned you around, slamming your front against the wall. Your hands automatically went out to brace yourself, and you let out a satisfied groan.

“Not too rough?” he asked you.

“No,” you replied breathlessly. “Fuckin’ perfect …”

The only downside was that you couldn’t see him, and you loved looking at him, his face, watching as every emotion he felt, everything he thought passed over his features. At least with you. You looked back over your shoulder to find him stroking himself, and you let out a low moan, wriggling against the wall in anticipation. He must’ve felt your eyes on him, because he looked up and regarded you for a moment before reaching for the hem of your dress and pushing it up over your hips, just as he said that he wanted to.

“God, look at you,” Jake rumbled.

You let out a soft noise that died on your lips when he drew his hand back and cracked it hard against your exposed ass. “Oh!” you cried, forehead dropping against the wall. “Holy shit …”

“Okay?” he asked with some trepidation.

You appreciated him asking, but it took you a few moments to find the words. “Yes,” you finally replied. “I’ll - you can do whatever you want to me. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

Those had apparently been the magic words, because you heard him groan, heard the slick sound of his hand moving over his cock before he smacked your ass hard again. He hit you with such force that you felt your entire body jostle from it, could feel the ache that lingered between your legs permeating through your entire core. You pushed away from the wall, pushed back against him, cock moving between your cheeks.

“Oh my god,” he murmured, hips jerking forward, his hands settling on your hips. “Baby girl -”

“Jake, please,” you whined, wriggling against him. “Don’t - don’t make me wait.”

That was apparently the last thing that he wanted to do. One of his hands relinquished its hold on you, reaching between them to grab at the base of his cock. He shifted it so that it was nestled between your thighs, letting out a shuddering breath as it dragged against your clit, your lips.

“Fuck me,” you gasped desperately, reaching behind yourself and curling an arm around his neck, drawing them closer. His mouth immediately sought out your throat, and he nudged the collar of your jean jacket to the side with his fingers. “Hangman, give me your cock.”

You’d never called him by his callsign before, and he let out the most pathetic, devastatingly sexy sound you’d ever heard. 

He didn’t make you wait any longer, pressing his fingers along his length and guiding it into your wet and waiting cunt. You both gasped, relieved, and seemingly melted against one another as he began to press inside. Jake’s hands sought your breasts, squeezing them gently through the fabric of your dress, your bra, a low moan echoing off the walls of the art gallery as he sunk deeper inside of you.

“Fuck. Fuck,” he moaned as you pressed back against him. “Baby girl … oh my god.”

You, in that moment, felt so incredibly powerful. You felt used, like a plaything for little more than his pleasure. But the way that he filled you, worshipped your body with every touch, every kiss, every shift of his hips let you know the truth - you were cherished, you were ultimately the one in control. You could bend him to your every whim, and he would go willingly. 

You whined and gasped as he filled you, and when his hips met your ass and he couldn’t move any deeper inside of you, you made a small, frustrated sound. You would’ve gladly taken more of him if there were more to take - and he certainly wasn’t lacking.

Swaying your hips, you tipped your head back against his shoulder, your own hands settling over his, encouraging him to grab your breasts harder. “Hangman,” you murmured breathlessly. “Fuck me. Split me open, love.”

“You’re gonna fuckin’ kill me,” he moaned, peppering your face and throat with desperate, messy kisses.

“Why would I do that?” you asked with a breathless smile, turning your head slightly so that you could get one of those kisses on your lips. 

After taking a moment to get accustomed to the feeling of being inside you, of finding the position that made you cry out the most, Jake began to move. Slowly at first, but then in earnest, his hands coming to settle on your hips once more. He guided you along him as he moved, his hips snapping forward and meeting your ass again and again, the deliciously improper smacking sound filling the gallery.

Christ, how you wanted to see him.

“Jake,” you whimpered as he fucked you with abandon. “Love, I can’t - let me - I want to see you.”

He seemed only too happy to oblige, and though he reluctantly pulled out of you (you both let out mournful sounds), he quickly rectified it by manhandling you until you were facing him. Your eyes wide and startled, you barely had a moment to react, to adjust, before he was swooping in and kissing you, pushing you back against the wall. You lifted a leg, hooking it over his hip, and he groaned something against your mouth about you being so flexible, and you smiled. You ground your hips against him, and he bucked against you, growling as his tongue delved into your mouth.

“Put it - put it back in,” you whimpered, arching against him, draping your arms over his shoulders. The angle was still all wrong, and for the first time in a very long while you hated how short you were compared to him. “Jake,” you whined, frustrated, head thumping back against the wall.

You had no idea what had gotten into you that night, but you felt all manner of things all at once. You could scarcely remember a time when you had wanted anyone but Jake, despite the fact that he’d only come into your life a few weeks previous. Your heart ached from how strongly that you felt for him, and from the inevitable end of your relationship. You were so overjoyed, while simultaneously being absolutely gutted.

“Sweetheart,” Jake murmured, pressing his mouth along the curve of your jaw. “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

One of his hands moved under the thigh of the leg you had up over his hip, while the other traced idle patterns on your other leg. You whimpered quietly, looking into his green eyes as he searched your face for a moment. You didn’t know what he was looking for, but whatever it was you wanted to give it to him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, as if he’d never said it to you before. He had, that night of your first date, but your heart felt full from hearing it again.

“So are you,” you responded in kind, and Jake smiled and bit at his lip.

“Put your arms around my neck,” he murmured. “A little tighter than you already are.” You did as instructed, looking at him quizzically. “Hold on.”

You didn’t have the time to ask him what he was doing. He hooked his arm under the back of your knee against his hip, and then crouched down, doing the same with the other leg, hoisting you up off the floor. You let out a startled noise and held onto him tighter, your hand fisted the collar of his shirt in your hand.

“Jake,” you gasped.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, pressing his face against your throat for a moment.

Jake pushed you back up against the wall, using that as leverage to hoist you a little higher. You untangled one of your arms from being wrapped around him and reached down between the two of you, grabbing his cock and guiding the tip inside of yourself. Gravity took care of the rest.

“Oh, fuck,” you whined, eyebrows furrowing as you looked down to watch Jake’s cock slipping inside. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

At that point, Jake seemed to be beyond even four letter, single syllable words, and simply pressed his mouth against your throat, alternating between breathing harshly and moaning, delicious sounds coming from that you hadn’t been aware he was capable of making.

You wriggled, attempting to move yourself up and down along Jake’s cock, using his shoulders as leverage. You were able to move slightly, but mostly it was left up to gravity, and Jake’s arms lifting you. He was so strong, but you were sure that he couldn’t keep that up for long. Thankfully, the angle was fucking perfect and he wouldn’t have to.

“Jake,” you gasped, tangling one hand in his hair and tugging. He moved shallowly, the base of his shaft rubbing against your clit. You wouldn’t last. “Jake!”

He gasped your name in turn, tongue darting out to taste your skin, covered in a fine sheen of sweat. “I’m - I’m coming. Come with me. Sweetheart, please -”

You didn’t need to be asked twice, his pleas and the way he stretched you open, hit all of the sweetest spots inside you ensuring that you came tumbling along with him. Jake was inelegant as he came - grunting and gasping and twitching against you, and it only spurred your own orgasm on further, your entire body trembling with the force of it. It rocked you to your core so hard that when you closed your eyes for a moment you saw the brightest of stars.

Gingerly, you attempted to lower your legs, but your feet still didn’t touch the floor. You could feel his entire body quaking against you, and he crouched slightly to pull his cock out of you, ease you onto the floor, still breathing hard, still making soft sounds against your skin. He seemed reluctant to pull away from the warmth of your throat.

“Fuck,” you gasped, tipping your head back against the wall, your fingers gently scratching at his scalp. “Jake …”

You had said little else for several minutes. They seemed to be the best two words, at least for the moment. They were good words. They were undoubtedly your favourites.

Jake leaned his forehead against yours, and you traded ragged breaths as you attempted to regain any semblance of composure. You didn’t know how the rest of the evening was likely to shake out, but you hoped that it didn’t include being upright for any length of time, as you felt you were barely capable then of standing without assistance.

He pulled away from you, and you were about to tighten your grip on his hair, not wanting him to go anywhere, but he began to slowly sink to his knees. There was a question that died on your lips as he lifted the hem of your dress, which you took a hold of in your hands and hiked up over your thighs as you watched him. Hands settling on your thighs, Jake leaned in and licked the sensitive bundle of nerves at your center. You cried out, relinquishing your hold on your dress with at least one hand, which you tangled into his soft, mused hair once more.

Without a word, he tilted his head to the side and began to lick into you and it was through a haze that you realized that he was licking his own come out of you. 

You may have come again from the sheer knowledge of that alone.

“Oh,” you gasped, watching him intently. “Oh god. Fuckin’ ... Jake.”

He moaned against you like it was the sweetest thing that he’d ever tasted, his own release mixed with yours. And you didn't doubt for a moment that he thought just that. Jake ate your pussy like it was a goddamn honour.

“You … holy fuck,” you purred, fingers carding gently through his hair.

You spread your legs a little wider, Jake’s tongue probing your cunt, as if he didn’t want to lose a single drop. He was positively filthy, and looked so incredibly debauched on his knees in front of you, neck craned, brow furrowed in concentration. He opened his eyes to look up at you, and you shuddered under the heat and intensity of his gaze. When Jake deemed you sufficiently clean, he drew back, licking at his lips and smoothing a hand over his face, his eyes still locked with yours.

“I …” You found that you couldn’t speak, and instead let go of your dress, letting it tumble over your thighs. Your now free hand joined the other in Jake’s hair, the both of them sweeping down over his face, thumbs brushing over his cheeks. “Wow.”

Jake chuckled, turning his head and pressing a kiss to one of your palms. “Yes, darlin’. Wow.”

/end.

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[lysreadsbookssometimes]

I watched the finale of young royals and here are some of my rambles, collected while watching. Enjoy.

Spoilers!!!

So i didn't make it a minute, i paused at 00:59 because i could already feel the tears coming up. What the hell.

I honestly didn't expect the reactions to the closing to be that way. A lot of screaming and blaming? Sure. But August breaking down? Very in character, but unexpected.

I was especially surprised by Vincent going for a hug to calm him down. Really surprised me.

Felice is probably my favorite person in this show ngl

And they see each other from across the room, through the partying people, and we have come full circle back to the first episode. Honestly poetic. I love it.

August got redeemed. And although i am still rationally thinking about the consequences, emotionally it works. My emotional side thinks he's earned it. Somehow.

Felice and Sara making up is healing my soul

Nils finally coming out to his friends. No comments, just that.

They are wrapping everything up so beautifully in the first 30 mins. All the smaller things. The rush from the "last" everything, everybody finally getting their shit in order, all of it. Beautiful.

I am also insanely worried about what is going to happen now. I am writing this at timestamp 26:25 and the 30:53 of emotional damage on the other side of the progress bar is still staring at me. We'll see.

And the interaction between August and Sara just killed me. And its not even over. I had to pause so i could handle Augusts puppy eyes after the rejection. Judging from the big sip of cider i just took i was subconsiously rooting for them. I think i just want them to be happy. All of them. Even Sara and August.

Okay homebro is panicking so bad he PROPOSED, he is down BAD

Also the line "You love who you are when you are with me" was killer, oh my god

The last kiss. The wiping away the tears. "It will pass." Wound, Salt, and then they twist the knife.

But it is a fitting ending. It works. It fits their characters, their journeys. They wouldn't have worked out in the long run and they get their ending. Both heartbroken, but on their way to healing.

I love and hate the idea of "one last night together". It implies and ending i am still dreading. But they deserve to forget everything for a night.

I honestly didn't realize it was still sun out and it caught me off guard so bad (or is that a sunrise? I am so confused)

I don't have the scene on hand but i am pretty sure they framed the scene in the bed at the end of s3e5 the same way as them lying on the blanket (?) here. Super interesting visual storytelling.

(Small detail here, i recently had a crash course on tv journalism and a big part of that was scenes and pictures, thats why i pay so much attention to the visual language here)

The entire lake scene is beautifully shot. The way they have mirroring motions (like brushing hair out of Willes face) in different perspectives, the way the water is shot, the entire calmness of all of it. And then they have these emotional conversations under it that build up these emotions, with these big pauses in speech, drawing out this bit of retrieve from everything.

The way they show Simon swimming away, the distance between them, when they speak about exactly that.

And how they go from Wille sitting at the lake, watching Simon swim, being physically not in the same thing as him (the lake), Simon swimming away, and then the cut over to him alone in his bed.

Beautiful, artistic storytelling.

Also fucking heartbreaking, i am nearly crying already and there are 23 minutes and 54 seconds left to completely destroy me.

I am clutching to the hope that twenty minutes are left to figure everything out and that that would be too long for this to be the end. Twenty minutes, 30% of the finale, cannot and will not be the epilogue, i dont think thats likely and i also refuse to believe that.

Okay, Stella and Frederika are finally together, at least some of my sanity is clutching on. I literally yelled "fuck yeah" and punched the air.

Henry and Valter (i hope i spelled that right) together in the fields also makes me happy. I know they were shipped a lot and although I am not a religious shipper of them, i am rooting for them. Go them.

Wille taking down the pictures could also be taking the happiness out of my heart. Whats wrong with the showrunners for making us do this rollercoaster?!?!

Also him taking off Erik and him before Simon and him. Beautiful.

OH MY GOD THE BIRTHDAY GIFT

I am not prepared. Not at all. Oh my god.

Is that like a farewell? Or a "stay with me"?

Not ready. Will press play though and hug my pillow expectantly.

I made it like three seconds. WILLES SONG?!?!?!!?!?

Wille walking through Hillerska. Seeing all those spots. All those memories.

EVERYONE TAKING DOWN PICTURES. THE GOODBYES.

THE SONG. THE SONG.

Don't let them make you hide yourself.

The callback to the football field.

"WE WERE NEVER WHAT WAS WRONG" !!!!!

All the callbacks. "I could be free" was from the "he would give up the crown for you" scene, if i recall correctly. Simon is revisiting every moment in their story.

"'Cause we were a revolution" WHY IS THIS IN PAST TENSE? NO. NO!

It shouldn't be a revolution to love another.

That quote itself. Then showing August and Sara. Back to Wille.

What is slightly concerning to me is that they haven't shown Simon yet. His voice is singing, but they show everyone but him. (Sara was on the picture, i count that, but he is nowhere. Just a ghost of memories.)

"You were my revolution before it fell apart" I'M SORRY JUST TAKE MY HEART, BREAK IT AND STOMP ON IT. SURE, GO AHEAD, DIDN'T NEED IT ANYWAY

(sorry, this shit is getting to me)

(Although, you apparently read this far through my chaos, so honestly your fault)

(Still cool you're still here)

THE SNOW GLOBE. IN THE TRASH. BROKEN. DISCARDED.

Now, are we discarding Erik or are we discarding broken and damaged things? Like this relationship? fucking tell me i am losing it here

Wille looking at August after he officially graduated. I can't read his look. And i am so confused to the situation and emotions here. Because last time they were drunk, now they are sober and both their relationships with the Erikssons are basically over. That is an interesting dynamic.

SIMONS SONG INSTEAD OF THE CLASSIC HILLERSKA HYMN. SIMONS SONG ABOUT LOVING WILLE. THE ENTIRE REVOLUTION.

Wille standing alone. Then seeing his parents, behaving different from the other parents, but at least being there.

His mom trying. The hug.

And i am finally crying. These breaks to write down my thoughts have kept this at bay so far, but a mother trying and asking for forgiveness has finally broken me. (I should bring this up with my therapist)

Wille going after Simon. And his mother smiling at that.

The heartbeat in the background. After "I never gave up on us." Hope.

WHY ARE YOU SAYING GOODBYE

YOU STILL HAVE THIRTEEN MINUTES TO FIGURE IT OUT

And again Wille is telling Simon to enjoy a holiday. It was christmas. Now its the summer holidays.

But no "i love you"s. Just a heartbeat.

Simon leaving. Again.

And Wille is hesitating. I swear the heartbeat is speeding up. He is hesitating.

And i find myself yelling at the tv for him to finally move and go after him. Fight for him. Fight for them.

Fucking move. Get your man.

And this idiot walks physically backwards. Back to society and his parents, away from his love.

Fuck me, he called Simon the love of his life. And maybe he's young and doesn't know better. But i am not much older and am fairly sure someone would not say that if they didnt mean it. SO BETTER FUCKING GO AFTER HIM.

WHY ELSE WOULD THE HEARTBEAT BE THERE? i mean i am not a medical expert but i am pretty sure that was not one heartbeat, that sounded off. I hope it was two, two hearts and their beats, two lives entangled.

Felice and Sara are actively healing my soul. I am pretty sure i have written that sentence earlier but i refuse to check.

Also Wille being uncomfortable in the car. He should have run after Simon, than he wouldnt be, change my mind.

"You will be a fantastic king."

What if i don't want that?

Ladies, Gentlemen and friends of other assorted genders: FUCKING FINALLY

An honest, open, (somewhat) calm conversation. The one thing they have needed for three seasons. We finally have it. Finally.

The visual conflict of emotions in the queen. The motherly pride and concern for her child and the disappointment and fear of the monarch losing their heir. It's brilliant acting.

The realization on Augusts face hitting him when he sees Wilhelm leave.

The shaky camera as Wille is looking around, searching. The camera was steady in the car, a bit shaky around August, and now it is full on wobbling around. It is a panic, with the music, the emotions swelling.

And then he runs. And yells. And the camera gets steadier.

The regret in his face when he can't keep up anymore. And then the hope when he sees the car stop.

The relief in Willes voice when he tells Simon. And the pain in Simons eyes. Slowly morphing into hope.

The distance between them. When Wille was coming clean, they showed the faces, not the distance between them. Just that they were talking face to face. Now, as Wille asks, if Simon is done with him, they show this distance between them.

Simon starting to smile.

And now, paused, my brain moving faster than i can type, i was wondering why he was sitting in the backseat. They must have someone else in the car. And you can see Felice peeking through the rear window.

And the way they kiss. Passionately. Not holding back. Finally free.

All their moments. Their story. Their love. Finally, them saying i love you. To each other. In the open. Free. Declaring themselves. Together.

And Wille coming with them. Their little found family. Them whoooing in the car, like they did on that night at the football game on the motor bikes.

Them being happy.

And then that final look in the camera. Finally happy, finally free.

Cut to black.

Okay, that was absolutely brilliant.

I loved it, every second of it. It was a beautiful way of wrapping everything up, a happy ending at last. For everyone.

August becomes king. Or whatever. We dont care.

Sara and Felice make up. Are friends again. Are free together.

Felice finds herself outside of money and in people. In her friends.

Sara realizes she has people that care for her and see her as she is. She finds happiness in platonic love, not romantic.

Simon and Wille end up together, overcome their differences. Find a way.

Simon has his love and reconsiled with his sister. He can be true to himself and created his song, his music. Music that touches others, Music that others like.

And Wilhelm got out of that system that caused him so much pain. He got closure, threw away the snow globe, quit being royalty. He is free, the one thing he wanted all this time. Be happy, be himself, be free.

Sometimes family is a former crown prince, his musician boyfriend, a neurodivergent horse girl and the worlds best best friend.

[I think this is the point where i thank you for reading all this. I am going to post this without reading it a second time to keep myself surprised and not edit any reactions. But i hope the rambling made some sense. Thank you!]

#young royals #young royals season 3 #young royals finale #prince wilhelm #wilhelm x simon #wilhelm young royals #simon eriksson #felice ehrencrona #sara eriksson #august young royals

[harringtonstilinski]

Got The Girl - Stilinski Twins

Author: @harringtonstilinski​​ Characters: Thomas Stilinski x Reader, Stiles Stilinski x Reader Word Count: 1,429 Warnings: angst, fluff Smut: no | yes; Requested: Yes! I hope it meets your expectations, anon friend!​​​ A/N: Hi, friends! I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything that’s not related to ATB, so here’s something I’ve been working on since August. If you like this, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

Thomas and Stiles Stilinski were your best friends. You, honestly, couldn’t see your life without them. The three of you had met in the 8th grade in a class you all had together, and the rest is history. Granted, it’s been about three years since then, but you still couldn’t see your life without them. 

The three of you were now in your Junior year of high school; Stiles was off doing his supernatural thing with Scott and his pack, Thomas was with his crew that had Newt and Minho in it, and you were hanging out with whichever twin had the most time for you… which had been Thomas here lately.

Well, he was there for you for a while until he started hanging out with Teresa and Brenda, both of which you caught him sucking face with. Granted, it was at a party and he was a little drunk at the time, but still. Your heart shattered as you watched. You didn’t want to watch, but it was kinda hard to look away.

You cried on Stiles’ shoulder that night, falling asleep with him in his bed. Thomas had walked into Stiles’ room, thinking it was his in his drunken state, seeing the two of you cuddled on his twins bed. He sobered up at that point, his heart shattering.

You and Thomas had crushes on each other, but never acted on it. Scott McCall, Stiles’ best friend since the age of four, could smell the chemosignals on the two of you, with him being a True Alpha werewolf and all.

He talked to Stiles about it a few times, the latter not really wanting to hear about his twin brother’s crush on his other best friend. Everytime Scott brought it up, Stiles shut it down.

Thomas, on the other hand, talked to Newt and Minho about you all the time. It was like he never shut up about you. They gave him advice on how to subtly ask you on a date and all that, Thomas planning the day he was going to ask you.

He was gearing up to ask you at your locker, but when he got just a few feet away, he watched as you flirted with Gally, the boy who deemed himself Thomas’ enemy.

You were laughing at something ridiculous Gally said when you looked over, seeing Thomas walk away. Instantly, regret hit you like a bus, taking a step to follow after him, but Gally’s hand on you had you stopping in your tracks.

“Hey, where are you going?” Gally looked over to Thomas’ retreating form, smirking as he looked back at you. “Looks like we made him upset.”

You looked at him, disgusted. “Ya’know what, Gally? I’m tired of your games. I’m tired of you flirting with me just to make him upset. I know you know how I feel about him. This ends today.”

“Come on, baby,” Gally said. “You know you want a real man.” “And that real man is Thomas. He doesn’t use me for his own personal gain, unlike you.” With that, you turned and slammed your locker door shut to start your journey of finding Thomas.

~~~

“I can’t believe she’d do that,” Thomas said, sitting at his desk.

“Do what? Laugh at Gally?” Newt asked.

“He probably said something stupid and she couldn’t help but laugh,” Minho added.

“She was laughing,” Thomas breathed, sitting back in his seat.

“Laughing doesn’t always mean she’s flirting, bro,” Stiles said, sitting in front of his twin.

“Yes, it does. Lydia laughs at you all the time.”

“Because he’s stupid,” you smiled, sitting down at your own desk next to Stiles.

“Thanks for that,” Stiles deadpanned.

You turned your head, smiling at your best friend before your eyes shifted to Thomas. Whispering, you said, “Hey, Thomas. Can we talk?”

He looked at you and it was then you finally noticed the sadness in his eyes.

Sighing, you started to say, “I wasn’t flirt–” before your teacher’s voice cut you off, starting the class for the day.

Begrudgingly, you sighed and sat back in your seat, halfway paying attention to whatever the teacher was saying.

You couldn’t help but sneak looks back at Thomas, the twin quickly looking away from you as you did. You pretended to not notice that he was already looking at you, so when the class ended and he quickly got up, you followed his lead.

Following him down the hallway, you kept saying his name. Every time you got closer to him to tap his shoulder or grab it, he would move away faster. When the two of you made it outside, you followed him to Stiles’ Jeep, your hand finally on his shoulder.

When he turned around, he looked pissed and you could understand why. “Look,” you said, voice stern. “I wasn’t flirting with Gally. He said something so ridiculously stupid, the only thing I could do was laugh. Laughing doesn’t always mean that a girl is flirting with someone. I mean, Teresa and Brenda laugh at you all the time, and they’re not flirting!”

“How do you know they’re not flirting?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“Because I actually see them flirting with guys on the lacrosse team,” I countered, replicating his stance. 

“What if they’re doing it to make me jealous?”

You snorted a laugh. “Yeah. Okay.” You took a breath, releasing it while asking, “You wanna know how a girl is flirting with you?”

He narrowed his eyes, asking, “I think I have an idea, but how?”

“She’ll put her hand on your arm while laughing, maybe give it a small squeeze,” you started to explain. Deciding to take it a little further, you explained everything that you did when the two of you hung out. “She’ll lay her head on your shoulder while watching a movie, or even lay her head in your lap while watching a movie because she’s tired and falls asleep.

“She might even be thoughtful and remember your favorite snacks for movie night, cuddle into you if you’re watching a scary movie. She might even wear your favorite shirt for shits and giggles every time she’s over because she knows how it makes you feel when you see her wear it.”

As you explained all that, you saw something shift in Thomas’ eyes. “But… you do all those things.”

“Yeah,” you drug out, turning your head to the side a little, but keeping your eyes on Thomas’.

“Why would another girl–”

“You egghead!” Stiles said, slapping his twin on the back of the head. “She’s talking about herself!”

Thomas looked from Stiles back to you, eyes growing a little wider. “You–?” Making the decision to get back at him, you said, “Maybe I’ll have Gally give me a ride home?” “I’ll kill him if he does,” Thomas sneered.

“I knew it!” you exclaimed. 

“Knew what?” Scott asked, a knowing smile on his face.

“Thomas likes me.”

Shrugging, Scott said, “I could’ve told you that.”

Looking at him with an unimpressed look, you said, “You’re a fucking Alpha werewolf. I’m sure you could smell it on him.”

Scott leaned forward, saying, “And you, too.”

Your eyes went as wide as saucers, Scott’s smile returning to his face. “You son of a bitch.”

“Wait,” Thomas said. “You like me, too?”

Quickly turning your head to look at Thomas, you said, “So admit it!”

“Oh, yeah,” Teresa said.

“He’s had a crush on you for years,” Brenda added.

“You two knew?!” you blurted. 

They looked at each other and nodded. “Yeah.”

“He told us freshman year,” Brenda said.

“He won’t stop talking about you,” Newt added as well.

It seemed like all of your friends were surrounding you now, Minho having joined Newt, Allison, Lydia, Jackson, Issac, Erica, Boyd, Gally, Jeff, and even little Chuck all surrounding you and Thomas, waiting for one of you to make a move.

Thomas groaned, looking at Stiles for some direction. “Tell her,” Stiles said. “Tell her.” Thomas sighed and looked back at me, “Listen, I–” 

I didn’t let him tell me what he needed to as I jumped into his arms, pressing my lips to his, feeling him kiss me back without missing a beat. Our lips moved in sync as our friends cheered us on. Laughing, I smiled out of the kiss, Thomas’ arms wrapping around my middle to lift me up off my feet for a moment.

“I guess Greenie got the girl after all,” Gally said.

“Yep,” I smiled, never taking my eyes off of Thomas. “He sure did.”

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A/N 2: let me know what you thought!

Additional Note: i haven’t posted anything not series related since… i don't even know when.... and i feel fucking terrible… for those that have stuck around since then, y’all are the real mvp’s!

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man of the month outtake: open to sharing

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Summary: You try giving Loki his cardigan back at the end of the day

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 691

Warnings: none; this is pure fluff [let me know if i missed something!]

Things to be aware of: mutual pining; idiots in love

"Dayum, Tweety, you really got an eye for this, you know that? Is it bad that I wanna choose all of them?" Sam had taken over controlling the cursor on your setup and clicking on every shot that he was partial to. "Could you send me my shots? If it's not too much work. I wanna post some. Y'know, wassup Khloe?" 

You laughed at his antics, agreeing almost immediately to Airdrop him all his shots. "It'll probably even make good promotional content to let people know that a calendar's coming. But we're not there yet. Go nuts, Big Bird. Shoot your shot." 

"You're the best. And remember what I said about climbing that tree, lil birdy. I wasn't kidding." He gave you a quick once over, visibly appraising your outfit. "Someone should tell you this, and if Horns is gonna be too much of a chicken to do it, I will. You look damn fine in green." 

That made you remember real quick that you were still wearing Loki's cardigan. "Fuck shit, I should give this back," you muttered while putting his 'cream of the crop' favorite shot into the August page layout. "Also I probably shouldn't wear this color even if I do look 'damn fine' in it. This is Loki's green, and you know how he gets when people wear 'his' green." 

"Oh yeah, Thunder told us all about how 'wearing someone's colors' on Asgard was like this silent declaration of love." He looked like a lightbulb went off on his head. "You should definitely wear that green more often then." You rolled your eyes at him. "Wear it during his shoot. Maybe you'll have no need for tree climbing and he'll just do you on the set."

"Moving on," you pressed, placing the lettering for 'August' on the page layout as well. "How's this?" 

"You should consider this as a side hustle," he simply commented, punctuating his response with light applause.

"Well I just might, considering that I'm probably gonna lose my spot on this team after what happened this morning," you said, trying to mask your worry with a seemingly lighthearted chuckle. 

"If he tries, even as a joke, I'll kick his ass." He have your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before heading out of your studio with his arms outstretched and a big goofy grin on his face announcing, "It ain't me, y'all!" 

You triple checked your project files for the night, making sure that everything had been backed up to the cloud before shutting off the machine to head out back to your apartment. You could finally start seeing the light at the end of the tunnel now that you were down to the last four shoots. 

By next week, you'd be sending off the calendar to the printing company and your part would be over. And now that your todo list for the project was steadily shrinking, you finally no longer felt the need to pass the night sleeping on the couch, or the bedroom set just so you could get some extra work done. 

Your heart started skipping beats like a DJ in a rave again when you locked up your studio and you caught sight of an all too familiar silhouette standing up from the couch as you stepped out the door. "Oh. Hey, Mischief. You're still here. Perfect," you stammered.

"It is?" You caught the corners of his mouth twitching, almost pulling up into a smile.

"Yep. I could return this to you now," you said as you made a motion to shrug off his cardigan, your heart lodging itself into your throat again when he crossed the distance between you and placed his hands over yours.

"You need not do that, darling." You were sure he could feel your pulse at your fingertips as he laced his fingers with yours. 

"I thought you had a thing about people wearing your colors," you breathed out, surprised you could even form words while he was holding you like this. 

He gave you a devastatingly charming smile as his gaze stayed fixed on yours. "I wouldn't mind sharing, especially when it becomes you so." 

A/N: Just a lil something that I wanted to put into the main chapter, but felt a bit too much like "filler", so I decided to turn it into an outtake/drabble instead.

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Chrome & Leather - Chapter 17

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC

Word Count: 3064

Summary: The light is starting to shine on Jessie and Steve as they renew their relationship. Love and their past are what brings them together again.

Warnings: Light Angst, (S)mut, (O)ral (F & M), Soft moment’s throughout.

A/N: thank you to my betas @pigwidgeonxo & @awesomerextyphoon & @nekoannie-chan I really appreciate the help. @whimsicalrogers for the divider thank you.

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It’s been four weeks since Jessie broke up with Billy. The transition for Ben had been hard at first with many tears involved and a few sleepless nights. Thankfully Steve was around to help his son during this transition. If anything this made Ben and Steve have a closer bond. Jessie loved seeing them interact with each other and hearing their laughter fill the room. There was no denying Ben was close with his dad.

Now that August rolled in that meant school was back in session. Steve insisted on driving Ben to his elementary school to make up for lost time. This would give Jessie time to shower and eat before heading to work with Clint following her on his bike to make sure she was safe. Jessie would work an easy nine to two pm shift so she could get Ben in the afternoons. Then they would head home so Ben could get a snack and play.

On the weekend the biker club would get together to have fun. Even Winnie, who was everyone’s favorite, would go to cookouts just to spend time with what was known as family time. It was always a blast seeing everyone for Jessie. These were the moments she missed when she ended up with Billy. Now that she was single she got to spend time with everyone including Steve who was still living in her spare room. She often wondered what it would be like to get back with him. Could they build a future together? She snapped out of her thoughts and watched as Ben ran around the front yard with Steve. The little boy would squeal in delight as his dad caught him, picked him up, and swung him in a circle. Steve was exactly how she pictured he would be with their son.

Steve put Ben back on the ground and the little boy ran to his mamaw for snuggles. This gave Steve the opening he was looking for. He walked over to Jessie and smiled. “Can I talk with you in private?”

Jessie nodded her head and took the hand Steve offered. Their friends were whistling as they walked to Bucky’s garage and a yell of “you better not do what I’m thinking” came from Bucky. Steve laughed as he put his hands up assuring his friend it was innocent. Jessie and Steve walked into the garage in silence.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” Jessie asked cautiously. A part of her was nervous as he had sounded serious. 

“It’s nothing bad I swear. I was just thinking that we have been spending so much time together that I was wondering if you want, maybe we could start dating again. I know the breakup with Billy was difficult but we have a past that I thought we could explore again. What do you say?” Steve was nervous that she wouldn’t be ready yet but he was ready to try and fix things for his little family.

Jessie briefly pondered what Steve said and in her mind, it was a no-brainer. “Yes, I would really like to try this again with you.” Steve grinned and scooped her up into a huge hug and kissed her with such passion it made her toes curl. Steve put Jessie back down and they walked hand in hand to tell their family the good news. Everyone congratulated them and wished them the happiness they truly deserved.

Bucky hugged Steve and spoke threateningly, “Break my sister's heart again and I will end you punk.”

Steve chuckled, “Not gonna happen Jerk. This time it’s forever.”

Winnie was in tears as she hugged her daughter telling her “everything is now the way it was meant to be.” The night went on with everyone talking and eating. Life couldn’t have been more perfect than it was now. This is what life should have always been like from the beginning. They were finally a family unit now. Ben had stability, Jessie felt safe again and Steve was happy to get his family back. 

Sunday mornings were made for cuddle times with Jessie and Ben. Ben would come into her room around seven A.M. and crawl into the bed with his teddy bear all sleepy. Ben would then snuggle with his mama while she slept.

An hour later Steve was up and heading to where he would find his family. Steve walked into Jessie’s room and watched as Jessie and Ben both slept peacefully. He smiled big as he made his way into the room. Looking at the empty opposite side of the bed Steve couldn’t help but crawl under the covers. This moment with his son and Jessie would forever stay in his mind forever. 

A half-hour passed and Jessie started to stir in her sleep. As she slowly opened her eyes she saw Ben cuddled next to her as he held his teddy bear.  As her eyes drifted behind him she smiled bigger seeing Steve laying on his side looking at her.

“Good morning Steve.”

“Good morning my love.”

Jessie couldn’t help but feel her face heat up over the nickname. “How long have you been here?”

Steve grinned. “Just long enough to watch you sleep a little. I couldn’t help myself, you both looked so peaceful that I had to join you.”

“You’re always welcome to join us. Little man here has been doing this since he could walk.”

“Shhhhh, mama I’m trying to sleep.” Ben gave a whine from being disturbed. 

“Ben, did you see Daddy joined snuggle time?”

Slowly Ben opened his eyes and turned over to face Steve. Grabbing his bear, Ben buried himself against Steve. Jessie couldn’t help but giggle at the way their son was already back asleep and cuddled against Steve. 

After another hour of sleeping in, everyone got out of bed and changed for the day. Jessie announced they were going to Mamaw’s home for breakfast as usual. Ben was cheering as he ran through the house. Once they were ready they piled into the truck and headed over to Winnie’s home.

Once they arrived they were greeted by Winnie who stood on the porch. As usual, Ben screamed her name and ran over to her. Jessie and Steve laughed at their son who was already in Winnie’s arms and asking about breakfast. Within minutes Bucky and Nat were pulling up on his Harley Davidson. Sunday breakfast was a tradition now for the Barnes family to get together and enjoy their time together.

Nat hopped off the bike, followed by Bucky and the four of them walked into the house together. By the time everyone hugged and started to sit down to eat Jessie noticed a ring on Nat's left hand.

Jessie softly smiled. “So Nat want to tell us about that ring?”

Everyone looked between Bucky who was grinning and Nat who blushed. “Well Jessie, everyone, Bucky proposed last night. Obviously, I said yes.” She held up her hand to show everyone. Winnie was up out of her seat and hugged Nat. Jessie got out of her chair to hug her best friend next while Steve and Bucky hugged. 

“What can I say? I'm in love with the fiery redhead who has a heart of gold.” Bucky declared as Nat gave him a side-eye.

The rest of the morning was spent eating and talking about the upcoming wedding. Nat and Bucky both agreed they didn’t want to wait another year so the plan was for next month. Talks of venue and dresses had Jessie thinking about when she was engaged to Steve. If everything had gone to plan they would have been married five years now. She looked at her left hand which was bare and glanced at Steve who was staring at her. His blue eyes said everything she felt. What if? 

As it approached the afternoon Bucky and Nat left to go for a Sunday drive. Winnie offered to watch Ben so Jessie and Steve could have the night together. They agreed and drove back to the house to get his Harley. Once they got home they were off riding to a destination unknown. With the wind in their face and the sun at their backs, it didn’t matter where they went as long as they were together. 

By midafternoon Steve stopped for gas at the gas station on the edge of town. While filling his tank he heard another motorcycle leaving their town. He watched as the bike drove out of sight. Steve thought he recognized the man but he wasn’t sure. Could it be the biker gang Hydra from the next town over? Topping the tank off Steve took this as a sign to head back into town.

Later on, they headed to the bar to meet up with their friends. As they walked in they were met by Bucky, Nat, Tony, Thor, Clint, Sam, Wanda, Peter, Loki, Pietro, and Rhodey. There was a new woman there sitting next to Thor who they never met before. Going up to the group everyone greeted the couple and made room for them at the table. Thor was the first to speak.

“Steve, Jessie, I would like you to meet Jane. She is a science teacher at the high school in town. We’ve been dating for a little while quietly so I decided now was the time to introduce her to everyone.” 

Jessie smiled softly at the couple. It was about time Thor found love again. “It’s very nice to meet you, Jane.” 

Steve grinned at the couple. “It’s a pleasure Jane to meet you.”

“Thank you both. I’ve heard so much about you and everyone else. I’m so happy to meet you all finally.”

“Hope it was all good,” Tony replied. 

Thor rolled his eyes. “Of course it was. Except for you Tony.” Tony made a shocked face as everyone started to laugh.

The day turned to night and everyone was having a great time. Club business was briefly brought up about making Peter a prospect since he turned twenty-one. All nine men voted it through and Bucky stood up giving Peter his prospect cut. Everyone cheered and whistled for him, congratulating him on taking the step to join. 

It was now ten o’clock at night when the bar was picking up with customers and the club decided to part ways for the evening. Sam and Wanda worked the bar as everyone started to walk outside. As the men started getting on their bikes Steve pulled Bucky aside.

“Hey, when Jessie and I stopped for gas earlier today I saw a biker leaving town. I could have sworn it was Jack Rollins but I’m not 100% sure. We need to continue to keep one of our men on Jessie at all times just in case trouble is starting.”

“No worries Punk, no one will get close to my sister without us knowing. I will talk with the guys about this tomorrow. If it is Jack I would say he is up to no good.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” Both men shook hands and waved goodbye.

Steve got on his bike and waited for Jessie to hop on. Deciding to leave Ben at Winnie’s for the night the duo returned home to the house.

Once home the pair got themselves changed for bed and parted ways for the night. Jessie tossed and turned for an hour in her bed. A part of her wanted Steve in her bed to hold until she fell asleep. Memories danced in her head of them years ago of making love with one another. Her hand slowly drifted to her breasts as she lightly played with her nipples. Soft pinches had her breath hitching. 

The bedroom door creaked open and she instantly stopped when she saw Steve’s silhouette in the doorway. He was standing shirtless and in a pair of sweatpants.His tattoos littered his chest and down his arms, they made her lick her lips in excitement. Who knew his tattoos would make her weak in her knees?

“Steve?” she quietly asked. Her eyes roamed down his body taking in every muscle that flexed. 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t sleep and I was thinking of you. Your soft curves and warm skin against me.” He entered her room closing the door behind him and slowly walked to her side of the bed. Jessie sat up, her heart was beating faster in excitement. 

“I want you, Steve,” she whined. 

“Oh yeah? How bad?” He questioned.

“Let me show you,” she stated. Her hands wandered from his chest and then down his stomach until she reached his pants. She pulled his pants down over his slim waist until they dropped to the floor leaving him naked in front of her. Steve kicked his pants away while Jessie climbed off her bed and knelt in front of him. Her hand wrapped around his cock and she slowly started to kitten lick his slit. Steve let out a groan as her lips wrapped around the tip and she swirled her tongue around him. Taking him fully into her mouth Jessie slowly started to bob her head up and down on his cock as her hands lightly fondled his sack making him shudder from the pleasure she gave. Steve’s hands ran through her hair and he fisted his right hand in it as he tried to ground himself. With every up and down motion of her head, Steve let out groan after groan as he tried to hold himself back. Jessie then took him all the way to the back of her throat and slightly gagged around him. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to his release the more she bobbed her head, so he gently pulled her off his cock gasping out, “As tempting as it is to cum down your throat I would rather cum deep inside you.”

Jessie smiled up at him. “I’m desperate for you. All I dream of is being with you. Make love to me, please.” Jessie all but whined out the last word. Steve helped her stand before him as he grinned at her. 

“God do I love to hear you beg for me.” Their lips clashed together as they fought for dominance. Steve quickly stripped Jessie of her tank top. Little moans escaped her lips as his mouth took a nipple into it and he nipped at it lightly. They both fell to the bed as hands were caressing one another. 

Steve’s hard cock ground against her clothed core. He rubbed himself back and forth a few times as they moaned in pleasure. It took all his strength to pull away briefly so he could pull her shorts off and throw them over his shoulder. He started to kiss his way down her body to her wet pussy. 

Once he reached his destination Steve slowly started to lick his way through her lips before he started to feast on her. Jessie arched her back in pleasure as her moans started to build. This was always one of her favorite things Steve did in the bedroom. Every time he dipped his tongue into her pussy Jessie would gasp and shutter. Steve moved his attention to her clit, sucking it lightly as he pushed two fingers into her core. The combination of his tongue and fingers had her already cumming as he rubbed against the spongey wall inside her, moaning Steve’s name to the heavens. He continued to eat her out until he pulled a second orgasm from her. Jessie mewled and shook in pleasure as her hands fisted in the bed sheet.

“Just as good as I remembered,” Steve growled out as he licked his lips of her slick and repositioned himself. He was now caging her into the bed as he smiled down at her.

“I need you, Steve,” Jessie begged as she watched him lower his body over hers. 

Steve slowly stroked his long, thick cock a few times before slowly burying himself into her. They both groaned as he rocked his hips back and forth. Steve couldn’t believe this was finally happening after all these years apart. He had dreamt a lot of being inside her sweet cunt and bringing her nothing but pleasure. He would do whatever she asked of him and more. 

Jessie wrapped her legs around his waist and rolled her hips every time he thrusted into her. Her nails dug into his shoulders as they made love to one another. She chanted his name like a sweet melody to his ears. 

Steve knew he wasn’t going to last long since it’s been years since they had sex. Stopping briefly Steve rolled to his back and let Jessie ride him. She looked so beautiful in his eyes, hands on his chest, head thrown back as she moaned over and over with every bounce on his cock. He reached up to grab her by the neck and brought her face to his so they could kiss.

“I’m so-so close Stevie.” She panted out.

He reached in between them and started rubbing her clit with his other hand. “Cum for me. Don’t hold back and let go.” Steve whispered huskily in her ear. 

Jessie came hard moaning his name as her walls were tightening around his thick cock. This triggered Steve to cum deep inside her, painting her walls and womb white. Jessie collapsed against his chest and Steve held her tightly.

“God, I love you, Jessie,” He confessed.

She smirked big. “You’re just saying that 'cause I rode your cock.”

They both started laughing at her response. “I mean it, you're my everything. I can’t picture my life without you in it. Say you will always be mine.”

“I’m yours Steve now and forever. Ain't nothing gonna change it.”

Jessie gently slid off him to go to the bathroom to clean up. Once she was done Steve watched as she strolled out naked, her hips swaying back and forth before she climbed into bed.

Steve was starting to get hard again. “I’m not through with you just yet darling. Tonight we make love until sunrise.”

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✬Evie’s Ships/Dating History✬

Unknown Male Trainee (2016-2018)

Evie had a secret relationship with another trainee. The public does not know about this relationship. Not much is known by the boys.

Only Stray Kids knows that this relationship even happened as she told them.

The only thing SKZ knows is that Evie said the relationship was extremely toxic after a while. She didn't know how to get out of the relationship until one day she caught him cheating and that's what made her break up with him.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Unknown Female (2020-2021)

Nothing is really known about this relationship, Evie was in an 8 month relationship with a female as she’s outwardly talked about it one time.

Evie mentioned to SKZ that they only broke up because the other person was scared of getting caught as they weren’t ready to come out at the time and Stray Kids was growing in popularity so she was scared that they’d be found out.

Evie has stated she’d take her back if she ever wanted to try again in the future to the other members.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

The Boyz's New (February 2023-August 2023)

Evie's first public relationship got outted through a dating scandal.

After it was outted though she did post cute photos with him.

Evie is extremely thankful for her relationship with New as it showed her that love could be gentle and free and that it didn't have to be scary or hidden.

After about 6 months of dating Evie and New broke up mutually after they both felt they couldn't give each other what they needed due to being busy.

Evie and New are still friends.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Ship: NCT’s Johnny

Ship Name: JohnLyn/NaHo When/What Started the Ship?: It started in 2019 after Evie admitted to being close friends with Johnny. It skyrocketed in popularity after Evie posted on her then private Instagram story a video of the two goofing off and flirting in 2021 and someone screen recorded it and it went viral. This sparked a dating rumor between the two idols as well. Popularity: 85%

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Ship: Stray Kids’ Lee Know

Ship Name: MinRi When/What Started the Ship?: It started in 2017/2018 during the Stray Kids show. Lee Know and Evie has openly been flirty and so it’s always been a rather popular ship. Popularity: 95%

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Ship: Stray Kids’ Hyunjin

Ship Name: HyunRi When/What Started the Ship?: Started in 2019. After Stay saw how lovey these two were together the ship skyrocketed. The compilations that have been made of the two have gotten millions of views and it’s gotten to a point where even non-stays ship them. After Evie posted a photo of her laying on his chest on Instagram it caused a major influx of HyunRi stans and it also sparked another dating rumor between the two. Popularity: 100%

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Ship: Ateez’s Wooyoung

Ship Name: WooRi When/What Started the Ship?: Started in 2021 after Wooyoung called Evie during a vLive. Evie was in a bad mood and was about to end the live stream after some rude comments she read. Wooyoung called and her mood instantly brightened and they talked for like thirty minutes and they ended with saying “I love you.” as always and it let to the ship going viral on different social medias. Popularity: 100%

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Ship: TWICE’s Momo

Ship Name: MoNa When/What Started the Ship?: Started in 2020 after Momo and Evie did a dance together. After the dance they hugged each other and kissed each other on the cheeks happily proud of each other after the performance. Because of that it skyrocketed in popularity. Also due to the two idols constantly flirting outwardly and posting photos of them holding hands and stuff it made the ship become popular even outside of the KPop community. Popularity: 96%

#pupphe #pupphe additions #pupphe evie #evie dating history #evie ships #kpop addition #stray kids addition #skz addition #stray kids added member #skz added member #stray kids 9th member #skz 9th member #stray kids female additional member #skz female additional member #kpop oc #fictional kpop oc #fake kpop idol #fake kpop community #kpop female oc #kpop female addition #kpop additional member #kpop au

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Case files 10.01

what I think happened in:

Case 10.01, the case of "Cursed Pygmalion" or "How I stopped worrying and started fearing for my life instead"

In 1994 Channel Six hired Niger Dickerson to host night variety show, nicknamed "Nigel’s SOS," (short for "Nigel Dickerson presents Saturdays on Six,"), where Nigel was 'held prisoner' by mysterious off-screen "Mr. Six", and played pranks on his guests. The prank always concluded with the guests being informed that they "got berried" and receiving a raspberry trophy.

In 1996, as part of the prank, a character of Mr. Bonzo was created (Nigel designed the look, nobody can really remember who came up with that name*)

The first guest confronted with Mr. Bonzo, chef Gordon Ramsey Gotard Rimbaeu was so freaked out, he broke the actors arm with a frying pan (allegedly**).

After that the actors (allegedly**) wearing Bonzo's suit would change frequently. Playing the role has become sort of rite of passage for the newbies on set.

Bonzo's role also changed overtime. From a jumpscare he went to become the show's mascot, to eventually replace Mr. Six as Nigel's 'jailer'. He was a hit with target audience, the merch was selling, they even started building a themepark… and then everything changed, when Terrance Menki attacked got caught.

Who is Terrance Menki? Apparently a serial killer, whose gimmick was killing in cosplay, presumably different one each time, as he had a whole wardrobe of costumes. Just bad luck that when he got caught with his 11th victim, he was wearing a knock-off Bonzo suit. (It wasn't even a good knock-off, all the colours were backwards!)

Alas, the press immediately dubbed him the "Bonzo Butcher", the public ate it up, and Mr. Bonzo's public image was ruined. Shortly afterwards, on 3rd March 2000 the Bonzoland was closed (ARG exclusive information), "Nigel's SOS" was cancelled, and Nigel was left to deal with hate-mail and death threats, despite having nothing to do with the whole mess (allegedly).

That would be the end of the story, except… between 2016 and 2021 there were at least 3 murders where Mr. Bonzo was (allegedly) seen at the scene.

When asked about in an interview conducted by Geraldine in August 2021, Nigel Dickerson categoricity denied it refused to comment on any potential Bonzo involvement in any crime.

Considering that he'd been living in Mr. Bonzo's house for the past [number unknown] years, his claims of ignorance and innocence fall rather flat.

The most recent Bonzo sighting was not reported on Saturday night, 09th of March 2024, when Gwendolym Bouchard, acting on behalf of OIAR, handed over an envelope containing (reportedly***) a name and address. Mr. Bonzo graciously accepted and chewed said envelope in his NOT SOFT teeth and lumbered into the night.

More news next Thursday at 5pm. For now let's speculate a bit:

*If Nigel didn't come up with Bonzo's name, and his producer Rich didn't come up with the name… then who did? I won't say it's impossible that it was just some random intern that Nigel couldn't be bothered to remember, but… Names are important. Names have power. Maybe something was trying to manifest itself, and started with giving itself a name?

**Where there ever actually any actors inside Bonzo suit? There are a few possibilities: a) it's been all Bonzo all along – it would go well with Bonzo naming himself, but otherwise I think it's unlikely. It's possible that: b) there only ever was one, very unlucky actor. When the Britain's snootiest chef attacked him with a pan, he did more than just break the poor man's arm. The actor died in the costume, and stayed in the costume, and just… kept going in the costume. This is macabre enough origin story to be plausible, but I'm gonna say nah. I think that: c) SOS really had their little ritual, where a stream of very tired, minimal wage studio workers had to run around in the suit until the next loser was hired. This is too easily verifiable for Nigel to lie about. I bet there were little 'behind the scenes' documentaries during the show's golden era, where Jack the stagehand and Joe the janitor bitched in polite British about how much of a pain in the neck it was.

So at what point did the actors become unnecessary? When and how was current day Mr. Bonzo born? I think it was a process that started with the name, but ended shortly after his show was cancelled. Over the years of popularity, as more and more people thought of Bonzo as a character (or a person) more than a funny suit, Bonzo was becoming less and less of just a funny suit. When the costume no longer had actors to animate it, it decided to animate itself. And because at that time the Bonzo-mania turned to Bonzo-hate, instead of chaotic but largely harmless creature he could have been, he became… well. Something that a shady government organization apparently uses as a hitman.

And here I need to ask an important question: What the fuck was up with that? Joking. (Though I wish to know how do you even discover you can do that). (***and did the envelope really contain name and address? Did Gwen check? Does she remember the name?)

The question is: who is the unlucky person, about to receive a lethal blast of the 90s nostalgia? Will we ever even know? (Will we know tomorrow, 11.04.2024, when Celia clicks on the newest case and hears an emergency call from someone fleeing for their life from a 'guy in a weird costume?')

Other question: how long has Nigel been held hostage in his own house (sorry – Bonzo's house) and just how sorry should I feel for him? He seemed pretty unconcerned about the actor with broken arm, and about Bonzo running off into the night to do murder, but I imagine that living in constant shadow of Mr Bonzo is pretty stressful and doesn't leave much room for empathy, so… I don't know. I'm gonna wait and see.

#the magnus protocol #tmagp case files #tmagp case 10.01 #tmagp 10 #Mr. Bonzo #Nigel Dickerson #Mr. Six #ep. written by Jonathan Sims #ep. written by J.S.+A.J.N #tmagp

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The Brothers' and the School Masters' Futures & Trivia

Note:

I would suggest reading my role reversal fic, "Masters of None," featuring an AU in which Rhian and Rafal are young, kidnapped, Reader students and Sophie and Agatha are the School Masters, before reading this post as this post may be confusing if you haven't.

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A Q&A about the characters' futures.

When I posted this fic to another site, I got some questions about the brothers' and the School Masters' futures, and since I have no plans to write a sequel to this fic at the moment, I offered answers about their and other characters' futures. So, if you're interested, that bonus content is ahead!

Also, thank you to everyone who asked questions! If anyone has further questions, feel free to comment them below.

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Fun fact: Sophie says hydrangeas nauseated her in QFG because they resembled brains, so these ones are part of Agatha's interrogation technique.

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Q: So if they're immortal (Sophie and Agatha) can they just eat belladonna berries or poison without effects?

A: Probably, they'd suffer mild side effects from poison, like an upset stomach, nothing major.

For instance, the undiluted scream of a mandrake root is supposed to kill a mortal man instantly when heard. Sophie just gets an aching, throbbing, pounding headache of massive proportions. In the moat, the root's properties are interfered with, and it's sort of waterlogged, so it doesn't kill Rafal, a mortal, when he hears it, luckily.

Considering how Rafal was capable of feeling temporary, mortal pain in the prequels, even when his magic was at full strength, it would only make sense to not make Sophie and Agatha 100% invulnerable in this context.

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Q: What do the Good students think of Agatha? And does anyone have a teacher crush on Sophie, rather than Sophie flirting with them?

A: The Good students are fond of Agatha, but they see her as the exception, not the rule. She's still very unconventional to them as an Ever, but they hold a certain reverence for her anyway, like she's a respectable Lady of the Lake-figure. (There are Camelot letters on Agatha's desk. For a few years, the king of Camelot (Tedros) has been attempting to court Agatha, and Camelot itself, despite its traditionalism, approves of the match, if only Agatha would agree to it, because her status as Good School Master would elevate Camelot even further.)

Yes, Everboys generally have a crush on Sophie from afar, for the first few weeks of school, until they realize she really is as Evil/fatal as they've been told, and stop viewing her as some kind of damsel to be saved. It's a reasonable mistake to be made. Usually, this happens when they hear the screams from the Doom Room, and arrive at the conclusion that the Evil School Master is kind of psychotic, even if she seems perfectly coy, polite, and demure on the outside. They rarely act on their crushes though. The dimmer few that do quickly find out she's Evil the hard way. If they manage to scale the School Masters' tower, and reach the catwalk, they are caught by Sophie's high-security magical wards. The glitter on the walkway, which looks perfectly harmless, adheres to any exposed skin, and causes horrid blisters. The Everboys usually end up sobbing wrecks at that point, and are taken back to their side by Sophie's Stymphs.

The Evergirls in Beautification (which she teaches in Agatha's stead) look up to her, but they don't entirely approve of her either.

The Nevers don't care about how attractive their School Master is. Some of them secretly don't like her because of how un-Never-like she is.

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Q: Would you say Agatha is the type of teacher that can be strict but is also really good? Like people actually learn a lot by being taught by her.

A: Yes! As a teacher, she's kind of like August Sader. She tries to get her students to figure things out for themselves, teach them critical thinking along the way. Though, she does answer questions as she isn't a Seer.

(Also, the Nevers have a point. Sophie's not exactly representative of them as a whole. At the very least, Woods leaders respect Sophie because they're kind of obligated to, even if she seems silly to them, and they're very afraid of her.

Eventually, Agatha reluctantly goes on a date with Tedros. But, she can't be queen and School Master at the same time. (Both are demanding jobs.) So, if she ever were to marry Tedros, she'd take on the position ceremonially, and she'd have to delegate to the household in Camelot from a distance through some kind of correspondence because she's constantly busy at the School.)

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Q: What kind of questions is she asked?

A: Two common dilemmas:

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Ever: School Master Agatha, my Ball date left me! What should I do?!

Agatha: First, take a deep breathe and take my handkerchief. Do you have any reason to believe they indeed left you? [First, to make sure they aren't exaggerating when they explain themselves.] Why do you think they left you? [After listening to their response, she'd either re-direct them to fix things, apologize, or tell them it wasn't their fault but the date's. And lastly:] What do you think you should do?

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Ever: What's the answer to this question I got wrong on my Good Deeds Quiz?

Agatha: Why don't you read it over again and tell me? If you really can't come up with any answers, come back and I'll explain it to you. And remember: there may only be one entrance to the kingdom of Putsi, but there are many, many ways to be Good!

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Q: That sounds like a smart way to handle things. How does Tedros feel about that?

A: Tedros tries to be ok with it, but he's clingy, and sometimes, is at the School to see his wife more than he should be. Often, Camelot has to send multiple envoys to the School, to get him to come back and rule!

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Q: Aww poor Tedros. So how does the wedding work? Was school canceled for the day?

A: The wedding takes place on a School holiday, and Agatha takes a leave of absence for their honeymoon.

Sophie is thrilled to have the Schools all to herself, and would've wreaked havoc, if Agatha hadn't given her Dean precise instructions before she left on how to defuse Sophie. The Dean doesn't manage to interfere with all of Sophie's plans however and was tricked into running errands (a wild goose chase, to get rid of him). When Agatha gets back, all the uniforms (including the Evers') have been redesigned, Evil's front lawn has been filled with man-eating yet beautiful rose bushes, the Blue Forest has been turned pink, and Sophie had a new bathtub and chandelier installed in their tower.

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Q: And how does Agatha react to the.. ahem, renovations?

A: She's not too happy, and gives Sophie a lecture about over-spending. Sophie reasons that Camelot can pay for it all, and Agatha is just... at a loss for words.

Agatha permits most of the changes to stay (The Evers like their new uniforms. The Nevers don't, but Agatha can't do anything for them.), except the Blue Forest is changed back, and the roses have to go because they're a safety hazard.

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Q: Aww the roses actually seemed oddly.. cute?

A: I guess they were cute, to Sophie. But, they were relocated to the Blue Forest, to be part of that year's Trial. And, Sophie replaced the empty patches with lavender and honeysuckle instead, to use for her beauty routines. The honeysuckle attracted a lot of hummingbirds, and Reaper loves them too, for that reason. Only the Nevers themselves hate the new gardens.

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Q: Maybe the insomniac Nevers can use lavender to help them sleep..

A: They could... if only they would listen to their School Master. But they don't, and largely continue to be insomniacs.

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Q: Is Sophie Tedros' ex in this?

A: No, she's not.

I guess Sophie and Agatha would have to be from the Woods, not Readers originally, and I'm not sure if they would've attended the Schools themselves. Plus, Tedros is centuries younger than Agatha, even if he's an adult, so they didn't really all know each other during Sophie's prince-chasing phase.

And, it was Sophie who started the Reader-kidnapping tradition (she flew to Gavaldon while looking for a new tailor), soo actually, yeah, they can't really be Readers themselves. Agatha couldn't have found Gavaldon because, as an Ever, she refuses to use blood magic for flight.

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Q: Like Rafal starting it in the og!

A: Yep! In this AU, Sophie is basically him but with her own typical personality. Hence how she was a shadow at the beginning of this fic.

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Q: So what happens with Kyma and all?

A: She's part of a class in the much more far future, long after Rhian and Rafal's class. She's the only Evergirl known to rival the Good School Master's Goodness, and eventually takes the position of Dean of Good under Agatha. No stupid boys like Aladdin for her!

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Q: WILL Rafal eventually kill the School Masters?

A: No. Agatha got through to him, mostly. Well, it takes him a while to change his mind and turn over a new leaf. By second year, he has other goals.

It's hard to picture him in a job other than School Master, so I think, when he graduates, he either goes off and does his own thing, extorting money, gaining power, assassinating important dignitaries in his way, and maybe, taking a fortress for himself, or he works at the national Bank of Putsi, or becomes a member of the Kingdom Council. Something else that affords him power.

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I don't have any plans for a part two at all, but if inspiration ever strikes, I might write some kind of follow-up. However, if you'd like to know anything about the characters' futures, I can just tell you what I have in mind!

Q: I can imagine! Do tell me what you have in mind. :D

A: Sophie and Agatha continue on as School Masters for the rest of time. No wars are fought. The Woods remain in balance.

By the time the brothers' fourth year rolls around, Sophie is harboring a bit of a petty grudge against Rafal because they had a platonic, student-mentor friendship for a bit, and then he rejected her very outrightly in a no-nonsense, undramatic way, so like any prodigious witch or woman scorned, she sets him up to fail and with luck, end up in a watery grave. So, their dynamic is closer to Tedros' and Sophie's in canon, like friendly-enemies, not even "frenemies" but worse.

Agatha is a little miffed by this turn of events as Rafal had always been such a promising student for his side, and she thinks it's such a waste for Sophie to squander her best student. What on earth was her sister thinking? (Hint: She wasn't. She'd rather settle a score than lead Evil as a whole to greater victory on the shoulders on a boy she "despises." And that small-scale pettiness is probably the greatest Evil of all, denying her side that chance to win.) Nevertheless, Evil students are not within Agatha's sphere of influence, so she can't truly do anything about Rafal's fourth-year questing assignment, which is to parlay with the infamous Night Crawlers that have already killed many a man for centuries. How her sister expects Rafal to confer with inhuman creatures that cannot talk is beyond her. Then again, that must be the point: a roundabout death sentence over Rafal's head, engineered to be a no-win situation for a mortal.

Meanwhile, Rhian is frantic over Rafal's unfair questing assignment and doesn't pay much attention to his own. He literally throws himself at Sophie's feet, but she will not yield. Even Agatha tries to bribe Sophie with jewelry to re-assign Rafal's quest considering that it's causing one of her students severe emotional distress, but Sophie will not reconsider. At all. She does take the diamond earrings though.

Rafal is less worried than Rhian, but everyone (including his own Never classmates) suspects it's a facade, some kind of false bravado, or sheer overconfidence as Class Captain. He's more mad than afraid, actually. Because, he's devised an ingenious way to game the system against all odds. While teaching him sorcery, Sophie had shown him the flesh-over spell (from TLEA), good for mild blemishes and pimples and such. However, he adapted that spell into a regeneration spell, so he would continually have more blood to give and could manually "heal" (temporarily patch up) his wounds so he wouldn't bleed out, meaning, that if he couldn't secure an unfortunate stranger as a decent hostage to trade to the Night Crawlers, he'd be able to use himself as bait/part of the exchange in a controlled manner and still live to tell the tale.

Eventually, tales of his regeneration spell, as the best-known substitute for immortality, are bandied throughout the Woods for decades, but no one ever manages to replicate it. And since he's the only one known to cast it successfully, having withheld the knowledge for his own gain, only a few intrepid souls approach him every year with requests, often, veteran soldiers to gain back a limb, who bring him their weight in gold that they scraped together. So, Rafal is mythologized and becomes a Baba Yaga-type figure because he passes his judgments on the people that seek an audience with him, and either murders them instantly or helps them. The decision always seems sporadic on the outside, but Rafal has his reasons/intuition around who he sees as fit to live.

Anyway, somehow, Rafal negotiates incredibly well, and in return, agrees to help the Night Crawlers reach their lightless paradise at the bottom of the sea, probably below the seafloor. And he does it so well (partly by tricking them/using "exact words") that he is crowned The Sorcerer King of the Night Crawlers and Master of the Inagrotten. Of course, when this news reaches Sophie, it infuriates her, but she finally decides to leave him alone.

She also takes some of the credit for teaching her best student, saying she knew he'd succeed all along and had faith in his talents, but not everyone believes her. The Rot eats up the story when they interview her though. And hers is the only version of the story they have. Rafal doesn't care and flat-out refuses to be interviewed. His refusal does make headlines though. He encased a very talkative reporter in solid ice for his troubles.

With his new, hard-earned, fearsome reputation, Rafal has enough leverage to take up a fight with the Kingdom Council now because no Ever kingdom in the Woods is willing to utter his name for fear of summoning him (an urban myth that's cropped up). So, they call him "Rothbart the Second" as a pseudonym, or refer to him by his illustrious title. Rhian finds all this very funny, but he goes along with the bit whilst in polite company, so no one makes him throw salt over his shoulder.

And, Rafal does Rhian a favor after Rhian wraps up with his more typical fourth-year quest: campaigning for equal marriage rights for all in Pifflepaff Hills (the pink and blue kingdom). More on that later.

Rafal pays off Seers to be one step ahead on rare occasions, extorts money from various emperors, kings, and regents, and doesn't have a permanent fortress/address because that would be too vulnerable to attack, an unchanging place. Soon enough, everyone would figure out where he is and bother him, and he can't have that. (The only person who is aware where Rafal is at any given time, or who knows where he "lives" is Rhian because they post each other letters on the regular.) Rafal lives inside his own Celestium, in a black cloak he enchanted, which is only accessible to him. It's also the only place in the Woods where he's not paranoid because several Ever kingdoms have put a bounty on his head. No one ever manages to kill him though, which is a fact he's extremely smug about. He learns blood magic, and can fly off from any threats, if he has to. And, he takes a life-extension elixir of blood-and-gold to prolong his life even further. He still ages mortally a bit slowly, but Rhian worries that he's cheating death too much and that it might catch up to him one day.

As for Rhian, he never does find the perfect, imaginary True Love that lives up to his ideals, but finds that he's contented by Rafal's monthly visits, especially considering how after his quest reached a successful end, Rafal got him a position on the Kingdom Council (the favor), as a biased "in" for him to exploit (the cover story), but secretly also so he'd know Rhian would have a relatively safe job for the rest of his life, so he wouldn't have to worry about Rhian dying while he's away.

Eventually, Rhian rises in the ranks and becomes a judge of some kind of inter-kingdom court, at Four Point, which is funny because his brother is technically an outlaw, not that Rhian would ever pass a verdict against Rafal, because he can't oversee a trial where someone he knows personally is involved anyway (it's against the rules), but still, it's really strange to see the strait-laced, gold-robed judge have tea with his brother in black. Without fail, the foreign Ever dignitaries scatter from the courtroom when they spot the Inagrotten docked at the nearest port because they know exactly who's arrived.

The END.

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Q: Very curious! What were Rafal's reasons for rejecting Sophie?

A: Like Rafal in Rise, this Rafal has no interest in romance, and probably, still has part of his original impression of this Sophie in his mind, which is "annoying" and "too fussy/difficult/high-maintenance" for him to deal with. He's got enough on his plate with Rhian already, so he doesn't want another "Rhian." He doesn't tell her his reasons though. But, he would like his life to be drama-free, for once.

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Q: That's what I thought! Honestly, I'm not a fan of Rafal x Sophie in general, but I can see how TLEA's Rafal works with her.

A: Yes, they're my favorite ship, but wouldn't have worked well in this context, so they couldn't end up together. Personally, I think they balance each other well, but not in all circumstances. (Probably, because I view Rafal and Agatha as similar, and Agatha and Sophie also balance each other well (platonically).) And TLEA Rafal and Sophie I like because they're in love and in pain, which is just... entertaining and devastating, kind of. They have chemistry there too, I think. The TLEA banter is basically some of my favorite dialogue in the whole series. You can really see contrast in Sophie's line about tea parties and sunlight. Though, I'm just kind of attached to the idea of the ship, haha.

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Q: What happens with Agatha and Sophie after the twins have their own careers and so forth? Hopefully they don't kill each other..

A: Well, like usual, they get another class of students, and the cycle repeats. It's less tumultuous this time around because Sophie is not infatuated with the students. She's probably learned her lesson, but in a couple of centuries, it may just happen again...

And, no, they don't kill each other. There are some close calls, like the time Agatha broke a mirror, the time Agatha fed one of Sophie's leather handbags to a Stymph in retaliation for Sophie's flower arrangements aggravating her hay fever, and the time that she accidentally let Reaper into Sophie's closet (resulting in torn hems and clawed curtains). But, luckily, Sophie does fundamentally love Agatha, so Agatha is never actually murdered. Sophie just screams at her, and gives her the silent treatment for a couple days. Then, Agatha brings her a lavish present, and all is well again.

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Q: What does Rafal's Celestium look like?

A: In this AU, Rafal's Celestium has a deep, velvety, black, midnight sky, and spangles of "stars," white pinpricks of lights, like holes in a swath of fabric, so he can breathe. There are dark, stormy clouds, but all is silent, like he's in a vacuum, like he's safely tucked in the eye of a major storm or within an inkblot. If he wants to, he can adjust the lighting, so it's not too dark. The second light source is these beautiful, phantom flowers that grow from vines that encircle the clouds. They're not real, physical things, just offshoots of magic, ghostly and golden, like some kind of residual effect from spending time around Rhian. There are often more of them when Rafal's close to Rhian, during his visits. And, he likes to watch their constant glow, like nightlights. It's a comforting reminder that Rhian is alive after all. Though, he never touches them or prunes them, just lets them continually take over, or wither in their own time frame because he once found that when he touched one himself, to attempt to pick it and bring it to Rhian, it instantly crumpled to ash in his hand. They're inaccessible to him, the way Good is figuratively inaccessible to him, like a symbol of what he cannot be, but can only do.

(In the universe of TOTSMOV41, his Celestium has more movement/clutter, and a different appearance, but that will be revealed a while later. It does come up in one of the sequels I have planned to TOTSMOV41, if I ever manage to finish it.)

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Q: If Rafal has a Celestium, does Rhian have one too or did he not take up magic as seriously as Rafal? If he does have one, what does it look like? I would imagine he would have something associated with Rafal in there as well.

A: Rhian wouldn't practice his sorcery as frequently as Rafal would. As an Ever, he doesn't have as much cause to, except when he needs to discern the truth at trials, or judge the souls of the convicted. Otherwise, he uses his sorcery for frivolous things, like manifesting clothes, or levitating his luggage and books through the air.

Rhian's Celestium would be found in his gold, judicial robes, or when he's in a pinch, he can access it via his heavily-embroidered cravats.

The robes have mesh-like embroidery embossed on them, with some dimension and real heft to the needlework, from thread of pure spun gold, mostly at the sleeve cuffs and about the wide borders at the bottom hem. This would translate to a fragile-seeming, mesh-like, geodesic dome in his Celestium, that looks as if it could be toppled by a strong wind, as part of its "sky," with very intricate lattice-work done, wrought in twisted gold, the way palace gates often are, with hammered gold leaves and flowers, to match the embroidery work. The space wouldn't exactly have a ceiling, considering how the whole thing is a dome, but a paneled atrium ceiling would also be a similar image to what I have in mind.

Usually, his Celestium would be sunlit and warm, and the voluminous folds of his robes would make up the sky, usually reflecting a sky at sunrise through the gold wire structure, in pale blues and oranges, which would carry over from the deep blue and orangish, bronze-colored, brocade inner lining of his robes. The lighting within the dome mimics the Golden Hour at all times unless he were to tamper with it.

Some of the panels of his sky-dome are just mirrors, like shimmering fish-scales embedded in the sky, so he gets a good view of himself from many angles. Typical Ever vanity and hubris.

Rhian's sign of Rafal in his Celestium are soft, slick feathers, black swan feathers that rain down slowly, floating in the atmosphere, like wisps of smoke. Some just hang there, suspended in the air or blown about by airstreams. They brush Rhian on their way down, and at times, tickle him when they fall past.

If all the feathers were to drop to the ground at once, he'd probably have true cause to worry, believing that Rafal is gravely wounded or even dead. It hasn't happened yet though.

Here are some images, of a geodesic dome and of the gold wrought quality it would have, if you're at all curious:

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Once again, if anyone else has other questions, concerns, or thoughts, I'm perfectly willing to answer them in the comments section!

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long hair & tattoos (bill weasley & reader) (10/15)

CHAPTER DIRECTORY

A/N:  Once again, my apologies for the delay. Work and life has been all kinds of hectic but I will get this story finished! As always, I appreciate your patience + kind comments! :) TAG LIST MOVED TO THE BOTTOM. Let me know if you'd like to be tagged & if I missed you!

CHAPTER 9: The middle of August always signified the beginning of a Malfoy summer. Luckily, you had Bill this time around to weather it. 3k words

CHAPTER 10: A MALFOY SUMMER

"The summer is all in bloom; the summer is ending soon."

Brrrring.

The discordant sound of an alarm signified the end of your restful slumber and the start of another workday. Eyes firmly shut, you reached back overhead to smack your alarm clock, perched on the window ledge where it always was. Instead, your hands met a soft headboard. Confused but still half-asleep, you reached even further back only to be met with more of the leather headboard. You cracked an eye open. Gone was the usual speckled off-white ceiling, and in its place, were gorgeous light fixtures. Startled, you got up immediately and threw the covers off your body.

You turned around and glanced at the ringing alarm clock on the nightstand. It read 7:00 A.M.  You reached over to turn it off. Your feet met the carpeted floor as you strode over to the ceiling-length windows. You pushed the pleated curtains to let the morning sun in. When you saw the clouds beneath you, it was then that you realized: you’d fallen asleep overnight at the penthouse. You’d promised Bill to make dinner the night before, but instead, you snoozed through it all.

Mortified, you ran out of your bedroom and sprinted across the hall, peeking into every room you passed. His office was empty. You then descended the stairs. “Bill?” you called out, your voice echoing through the first floor.

Bill, though, was nowhere to be found.

The only indication that he was here previously were the scent of coffee and some dishes in the sink. On the kitchen island, there was a folded note standing up by its edges.

Bank opens early today. Help yourself to coffee. Hope you like toast and eggs? Bill

You eyed the steaming French press on the kitchen counter. There were eggs and toast in the pan right beside it.

Your heart fluttered at the thought of Bill carving some time out of his early morning to prepare something for you. Likely, it had been him that set your alarm too. And he hadn’t bothered to wake you in the night, asking you to get home; he was perfectly content to let you sleep in the guest room.

Shaking off any embarrassment, you went to the bathroom upstairs to freshen up before breakfast. Like the rest of the penthouse, it was unnecessarily grand. Fluffy white towels were hung by the bath, mirrors graced every wall, and Bill’s toiletries were organized in perfect line. The bathroom at the flat, in comparison, was the size of a closet. To be fair, you were more excited at the prospect of not having to get ready on your bedroom floor this morning. You even flirted with the idea of taking a dip in the Jacuzzi before work. Maybe next time—if there was a next time.

As you tamed your morning hair in the mirror, you caught the corner of your lips lift in a smile. There would only be a couple more weeks to bear with Fred and George before you could spend time in wondrous silence with Bill in France.

Work at the Ministry proceeded as it usually did, and were you ever glad when the monotonous day finally drew to a close. Bill consumed your thoughts all day and you just let him. Primarily, you had to wonder if he cared for you beyond how a normal friend would. Did he just let anyone sleep over? Did he make breakfast and leave notes for all his guests? Did he accept your invitation to summer with your family out of altruism, or did he really want to go with you?

“Where were you last night?” Fred asked when you entered the shop in the evening. “Didn’t hear you come back, or see you leave this morning.”

You had no answer. Fred took your silence to mean the worst.

“Did you go to Bill’s?”

You sewed your mouth shut.

“Wait,” Fred said excitedly, his smirk growing as he tied up loose ends of his own story. “You mean to say you spent the night at Bill’s, but are too embarrassed to admit it?”

“(Y/N), you what?” George piped up from the back, his head popping up from a stack of boxes. “You slept with Bill?” Typical George Weasley, always the master of the broken telephone game.

You deflected his blatant misinterpretation with more silence. What you didn’t say with words, you responded with a shrug of your shoulders and mischievous look – eyebrows raised and a small grin. Slowly, you retreated to the stairs and backed up on the first step.

“Wait up,” Fred called. “We need more details.”

You shook your head and turned away from Fred and George, leaving them in pure disbelief and with burning questions. But you learned today something today while ruminating (read: fantasizing) about Bill: maybe you didn’t need the answer to everything just yet. Instead, you’d just leave it in fate's hand.

Persistent clouds and rain maimed the first two weeks of August. ‘A quintessential English summer’, you murmured under your breath. You supposed it drummed up proper anticipation for the French Riviera, where it never saw a speck of wetness this time of year. You had met with Bill at the penthouse this morning before apparating to the manor to keep up appearances. You walked, feet and suitcases in tandem, through the front gates of the manor from which you’d be departing. Though you’d grown up in the very estate, it seemed foreign after a few months of not being here.

“Did you bring enough work?” you asked.

“Do you suppose this is enough?” Bill asked, lifting a modestly-sized leather suitcase. He gave it a quick pat. “I brought everything and more. It’ll get me in tip-top shape when I’m back.”

You nodded, catching a glance of Bill before he turned around. You arched your head upwards, as he was always at least a head taller than you, to catch a glimpse of his bright eyes. They did a marvellous job at lighting up the skies above; there was decent cloud cover and the air once again smelled of impending rain. You then chanced a surreptitious glance at his attire: a pale blue dress shirt that complimented his eyes, khakis rolled up to the ankles, a jumper draped around his shoulders, and leather loafers. His shorter hair was slicked back for the occasion. Your heart went into overdrive thinking about how he went from the Bill who looked like he was going to a concert to looking like every other guy you’d grown up with. He was a walking advertisement for the French Riviera and you were very bothered by his newfound sophistication.

“Good thing you have a jumper on,” you remarked.

Bill looked at you, confuddled. “Last I checked, it was sweltering in the French Riviera.”

“But the ride there is cold,” you said. Realizing Bill wasn’t aware of the journey, you added, “We take a voyage through the ocean before getting to France. We apparate from there.”

“Why the extra step?”

“To mimic actual travel?” You shrugged. “It’s like when my mother goes to her charity events at St. Mungo’s. She doesn’t do work, she just likes to pretend she does.”

After a few moments of silence, a memory stirred in your mind. You decided to relay it to Bill as small-talk. “You know, when I was six and Draco was four, we decided we wanted to skip the family dinner and swim instead.” You made a face. “So, we changed into our swimsuits just before we left for the docks in England.”

“I can’t imagine your parents let you do that.”

“They thought us helpless, gave up the will to argue, and let us wear it on the ship.”

“Did it work?”

“No, we froze instead!” You laughed. “Draco was a pudgy toddler, but he gets cold easily, even now. We bundled up in one of my father’s robes and sat in the cabin the whole time. The memory is forever entrenched in my mind.” You pulled at the hem of the light sweater than you’d tossed over your flowy culottes. “I suppose it’s why I’m so worried about the cold.”

“It sounds like something Charlie and I used to spearhead,” Bill remarked. He ambled along with a hand in his pocket and his suitcase swinging in the other. “A united front against going to a family reunion. But I guess we had more bodies to protest with. Fred and George are dead weights, impossible to drag off the floor as mum and dad regretfully learned.”

“How did they get them off the floor then?”

Bill mimicked the motion of a wand, circling his wrists and then flicking his hand downwards in a sudden motion. “A zap to the bum. Highly effective.”

You giggled. Maybe you should’ve done that to Fred every time he refused to do something you asked.

As you passed the perfectly-trimmed shrubs and the marble fountain, a tall figure slowly came into view. You squinted. It was Draco, leaning against a pillar, who stood under the archway leading to the double doors.

“We were just talking about you,” you greeted.

“You’re late,” he responded coolly, looking at his watch.

“We’re ten minutes early.”

“Try thirty next time,” he responded with a tsk. He pushed himself gracefully off the pillar. “You’re losing your touch, living away from civilized society.”

Regardless of his tone, he gestured for your suitcase. He looked at Bill and turned his nose, leaving him to fend for himself. Bill was nonplussed, evidently not needing help with the ease he was carrying his luggage with.

“Shame he used to be so cute, hm?”

“And pudgy?” Bill added, making you grin again.

You mimicked his wobbly gait with your free hands, as best as you could remember it. “He’d be waddling up the steps if he was four again.”

Draco left you to walk in his shadow, maintaining a generous distance from you. You and Bill followed him to the lobby. The room was immaculately clean as it always was before a vacation. Lucius and Narcissa were already there, inspecting the manor’s security mechanisms with Coopey, your other house-elf that would stay to oversee the main estate when you went off to France. Lucius’s eyes flickered from Narcissa, then to you, then to his watch. Whether he was upset about your ‘late’ arrival or the fact that you’d just walked in with Bill, you didn’t care. Draco dropped your luggage off by the fireplace and returned to his spot beside Astoria. She gave you a wave that you responded to.

Your mother was next to greet you, wordlessly slipping away from her husband to embrace you. You placed your hand on her back. Well, at least someone in your family was happy to see you.

“Hello,” Lucius greeted slowly. “William.” The next sentence came out slow and tortured. “How nice of you to join us.”

“Hello Mr. Malfoy,” Bill responded. “Thank you for extending the invitation to me.”

Lucius cleared his throat. “We must get going,” he said. “The ship is departing soon. I was hoping to leave much earlier had it not been for some late arrivals.”

You rolled your eyes. It seemed like you didn’t miss much in your two-month absence.

Dobby nodded in agreement. He gestured to Bill’s suitcase. Bill handed it over, and Dobby walked back with it to add to his collection by the fireplace.

“Where to?” Bill leaned in to ask you.

“Windermere Docks,” you responded. “I’ll take charge.”

You and Bill stood back, watching everyone else line up. Your mother and father were the first to step into the large fireplace, and given its size, you could travel comfortably in pairs. Back in the day, Lucius would hold onto Draco and Narcissa onto you. Now it was Lucius reaching out for Narcissa’s hand, Draco reaching for Astoria’s, and you to Bill’s. There should’ve been nothing extraordinary about Bill’s hand meeting yours, but it sent an electric jolt from your fingers to your heart. You scolded yourself; you needed to be calm and resist the urge to jump Bill’s bones if you wanted to get through these two weeks with your sanity intact.

You threw down the floo powder and stated, “Windemere Docks.” The last thing you saw was Dobby and the pile of luggage before green flames consumed your vision.

When your feet landed on solid ground, a dock leading out to a grand ship hovering over a sparkling ocean came into view. The wind grew heavy, blowing your hair and pant legs in a wayward manner. Bill kept hold of your hand as you walked along the dock. He also guided you up the wobbling steps to board (which you were utterly chuffed with).

The ship departed in no time after you settled in. Draco and Astoria hogged the bow, taking in the view of the endless waters. Your mother was reclining on the deck, reading a book and your father was beside her, examining some papers.

“Let’s get down to the atrium,” you suggested to Bill. You didn’t see a chance of mingling with your parents or Draco and Astoria.

“What’s down there?” he asked.

“You’ll see.”

Like everything given the Malfoy touch, the ship was unnecessarily grand, providing suites and a dining area that sat unused. You led Bill down the stairs to an unsupervised and very well-stocked bar tucked in the atrium. Bill stood back as you opened the little gate keeping the bar closed with ease like you’d done this before. “You’re going out to your concert again,” you said, leaning against the table, eyeing him through the beer taps. “What are you having?”

“Is this a good idea?” Bill asked hesitantly. “In front of your parents and all.”

“Always the voice of reason, Bill,” you hummed. “But dinner is far more tolerable when you don’t understand what’s going on. So, go on, I won’t leave until you’ve ordered something.”

Bill took a breath before deciding to oblige, slowly taking a seat at your bar. “Whiskey. On the rocks.”

“A fine choice.”

You pulled a shiny glass from behind you and began procuring the necessary ingredients – ice and an expensive bottle of whiskey. Bill was watching you, slightly impressed that you were a decent bartender. All was going well, except when you topped off the glass with whiskey. He looked like he wanted to say something about your proportions, but refrained. You slid his drink over, and proceeded to pour yourself a glass of wine.

Bill raised an eyebrow, watching as you poured double the amount typically appropriate for a glass. “It’s a good thing you don’t work at the bar,” he remarked. “You’d make no money and everyone would be over-served.”

“It’s my own bar,” you retorted. “I manage my own finances,”—you filled your glass even higher— “and consequently, how much I want to pour and drink.”

You raised your overfilled glass, the wine wobbling precariously on the edges. “To France,” you said. “And Bill Weasley’s first Malfoy summer.”

“To my first summer here,” he responded, holding his glass up. “And to the worst bartender I’ve ever seen.”

You shook your head in disagreement then clinked glasses with Bill. As the smooth and no doubt expensive Cabernet Sauvignon ran down your throat, you couldn’t resist another look at him. Merlin, did he look handsome like this, his tousled, windblown hair framing his face and his perfect jawline accentuated as he leaned upward to take a sip of his drink. The position exposed more of his bare neck, and you were wondering if he’d enjoy your lips running down—

“How long do we have until we dock?” Bill asked, setting his glass down and bringing you back to reality.

“About two hours,” you responded, your heart still rapidly beating in your chest. You swatted away visions of Bill in less clothes than he was in now. “We’re cruising at a leisurely pace.”

“So, I suppose we’ll be going to that family dinner tonight when we land?” Bill asked.

“No,” you responded. “Well, I’ll be going. But I managed to get you out of it.”

“Oh, shame.” Bill sounded dejected, but still held an underlying tone of sarcasm. “I was looking forward to meeting the extended family you spoke so highly of.”

“I appreciate the sarcasm,” you said with a laugh. “But you should be glad. They’re worse than my parents if possible.” You deepened your voice and layered on an aristocratic manner of speaking. “Lucius, have you considered owning another estate or two? The family has never had less than five properties per brother. Well, at least you’d be the first at something if you did.”

Bill guffawed. “Less than five properties?”

“Can you believe it?” you asked with a shake of your head. “Even one is enough, I reckon. Uncle Théodore is a nightmare. And my cousins really take after him.”

You spent the next few hours chatting, your conversation interspersed with a hankering to sample as much of the top-shelf liquor of the open bar as you could. Conversations with Bill came easily, just like how they should. The light waves melded with Bill’s low voice and you wished the captain would steer the wrong way so the voyage would never end.

Your idea of heaven ended when the ship began to slow down. You alerted Bill it was time to get back to the main floor. You ran up the steps with a sufficient amount of booze in your system and Bill in tow. Before you knew it, your arm had linked into his again, the warmth of his arm on your cold one. Goodness, did the alcohol ever make it easier to touch him, something you were afraid to do when completely sober and cognizant of your feelings. As you came into sight of your family again, Draco eyed you in disapproval.

In your haze, you looked back at him and your family. Everyone favoured a lighter shade of dress: Narcissa in a cream-coloured gown; Lucius in a matching suit; Draco in a navy button-down shirt and white shorts. Under illustrious appearances and August nearing a close, it was no doubt just the beginning of another Malfoy summer.

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[logicallyserial]

so this is going to the void which is good bc its 5am and i should probably have my phone taken from me these thoughts are so shitty

tw forrrrrr child abuse, vague vague aids mention.

eddie headcanons lets go

his dad is on death row . he made a comment about living up to the munson name for being accused of murder and it just feels right

he likes marlboro reds but he steals steve's menthol cigarettes when they first start hanging out. but he fucking hates the taste of mint so he never steals one again.

his mom was In His Life Ish. she was very severely mentally ill and never stood up for eddie or really provided for him. she watched eddies dad kick him out, but eddie still cant bring himself to hate her because even though she was indifferent to him at best and cruel at worst, she was the one who called wayne to come get him after his dad kicked him out.

he grew up in chicago with his parents in a slightly more established trailer park. if anyone has seen the black phone, something like the main kid's neighborhood. his dad kicked him out over the summer before he started eighth grade, and wayne came and brought him back to hawkins no questions asked.

not eddie but i think that wayne is probably gay too, but too old and busy to worry about any of it. its why he takes eddie in

eddie learned guitar from his best friend in chicago. his friend was a year older than him but in the same grade and was a total mini-prep.

eddie got into metal mostly because the album covers looked cool and he ended up liking out they sounded, too.

he loves cats, especially black cats. he calls every orange tabby he sees garfield, and when he can afford it he buys bags of cat food for the strays around the trailer park

eddie fucking loves the rocky horror picture show. he dressed up as dr frank n furter when he was 18, and the following march he drove back to chicago to see a shadow cast performance. he tried to give his number to the queen who performed as dr frank but she laughed and told him to grow up a little more, come back in a year. he went back in august just because he wanted to and because he wanted to learn the audience lines. it was a different queen and he was told that the other queen was dead and eddie didn't even bother to ask why, he just drove home and cried to wayne about it for a while. he started trying to go every month after that but he stopped halfway through his second senior year.

happy one after all that. he shoplifts from a corner store the summer after s4 and bumps into steve's back like right outside the door and it ends up getting him caught. steve isnt sorry at all, he thinks its hilarious, but he apologizes a lot and eventually does feel guilty just because of eddies history with the cops. he apologized so much and was so nice afterwards that eddie steals a tears for fears cassette for him.

he would love hash pipe by weezer.

#eddie munson #eddie munson headcanons #steve harrington #steddie #steddie headcanon #Spotify

[blueberrykenn]

In Between 1: Where it all started

Idol Taehyung x Idol Reader Yoongi x Reader Jimin x reader

Taehyung meets his best friend's sister and its love at first sight but only for him

Warnings: None

Rating of fic: 18+

Words: 1.1K

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April 14th, 2012

Name: Y/N

Nickname: Poppie

Age: 14

For the first time in my life Jimin won't be around he won't tease me for following him everywhere, for trying to copy him and his dancing or following him to the dance studio to see if he can teach me anything. He just left...to Seoul to be the next Big Bang or something. It's gonna feel weird without Jimin, it's only been a month but it's just been me and Jihyun. Im gonna miss my oldest brother so much. I'm gonna work hard and try to do the same thing as Jimin has and always will be one of my biggest influences in my life not just because he's my older brother but because of his passion.

I put my pen down and walk downstairs to only see Jihyun sitting watching T.V. by himself without anyone around, I try to sneak around to see what's he's watching but I know I got caught when I hear "Still miss him little one?"

I look up to see Jihyun talking to me and tell him

"One, We are Irish twins which means you're not even a year older than me, two, yeah..."

I sigh as I sit next to him and lean my head onto his shoulder before asking. "What do you think is going to happen? Do you think we'll see him again?"

I look up surprised as I wasn't expecting an immediate answer

"Well, first things first we both need sleep"

I look at my brother in disbelief and laugh. "Next you'll need to practice more than ever to either do the same as Jimin or be better than him"

I suddenly laugh at him before swatting his shoulder from laughing before asking

"Whoever said I'll be doing the same thing?"

Jihyun just pats my head. "I just know it, you have the same passion as Jimin, and your teacher is gonna tell you what they told him and try to get you into an entertainment company as well, unlike me you guys are talented in the dancing and singing area."

I giggle at that comment before teasing him. "Oh yeah? Like you are not mister 'I draw all the time' but I guess your right"

Jihyun smiles at me. "make your brothers proud and be the best at what you do Poppie and beat Jimin at his own game that will wind up his gears"

I smile proudly and giggle slightly before smiling at him as I walk into Jimin's room as I felt my phone vibrate.

Its Jimin!!

he only left a month ago and he can't stand not talking to his little sister

Jiminiee~:

Hey Poppie! I couldn't stand not talking to you! I wanted to say that I miss you and the members are already so nice to me! One day I hope you can meet them!!Well I gotta get going practice awaits. I'll Facetime you when Im finished Love you!~

I smiled at his message and layed on Jimin's bed and looked around before thinking.

This can be my escape room where I practice until I'm at least seventeen.

This is gonna be great...right?

Oh how I was so wrong...

May 9th, 2012

Jimin facetimes me almost every single day, well whenever he has any time that is, I have seen some of his bandmates in the background. I only know of SeokJin,Yoongi and Hoseok. They are very nice. I like the one named Yoongi he's quiet like me. Though I really do miss Jimin, but I am improving my singing and dancing everyday so I can be the best I can be and be just like him. Its my dream.

I put my pen down and go into Jimin's room and put on a song from his mp3 that he left here a song called Miss Independent by an American artist called Ne-Yo (if you know that song you're a real one) and start dancing. I dance and dance until I fall onto Jimin's bed right as I do so I look up to see Jihyun walk into the room.

"Exhausted Poppie?" I hear him ask.

I nod as I am panting from dancing to much as he chuckles slightly. "You try doing this, It may be exhausting, but it is worth it in the end." I said in between pants before I get up walking to my room to get some rest.

August 7th, 2012

I met the rest of Jimin's members, they are all so nice, but ever since I met his best friend, Taehyung, he is always in the facetime with Jimin. He is funny and all but I facetime my brother to see my brother which low key gives me odd vibes. I don't say anything, because I don't want to hurt his feelings and because that's his best friend. Jimin tells me he thinks he is fat, which wants me to smack his head, because he is not. Summer is approaching to an end which means more time practice in the dance studio and I can practice my singing now. The more I practice the more I will get accepted in an entertainment company when I'm seventeen!!

October 6th, 2012

Mine and Jimin's birthday is coming up, its lonely without him but I'm starting to get used to it, my teacher today told me I'm as talented as Jimin when he was my age which makes me smile wide, why wouldn't I? It's what I'm going for after all, Jimin is doing well training for his debut to become an idol. I am going to follow in his steps, no matter what it takes.

January 18th, 2013

Age:15

Nickname: Tulip

Jimin told me that the CEO of his entertainment "Hitman Bang" is thinking about a debut date sometime in the summer, I will be In Seoul from May to July for a trip with my class. I hope it's around the time I'm there, I wanna see Jimin so bad, just to get a hug from him would mean everything to me. I told Jimin about this trip and he was very excited. I hope I do get to see my older brother soon, it has almost been a year since I have seen Jimin in person. If I can see him I can observe what it's like to be an idol and that makes me so happy!

June 12th, 2013

Jimin invited me to some music show to see what it's like and I just met all of the members of Bangtan Sonyeondan. They all are so lovely, but Taehyung; well V is always at least 5 feet away from me. Its nice to see my brother again, its nice. I really missed my big brother and Yoongi he even more quiet in person which makes me shy as well I hope I can be friends with all of them

#bts ff #jimin bts #bts fanfic #bts #bts army #bts x oc #bts x reader #yoongi x reader #taehyung x reader #v x reader #suga x reader

[aihoshiino]

how did you get into Oshi no Ko? just by the anime?

I think I might've told this story on Tumblr before but I don't remember to what extent so I'll just retell it from the start: insane as it's going to sound coming from fucking tumblr user ai "oshi no posting" hoshiino, I originally got into the series pretty much when it first started and bounced off it really hard!

I have a surprisingly clear memory of how I first found it, too – it was by total coincidence, I was on Bato reading something else and I saw the volume 1 cover pop up and even on a thumbnail level, it just caught my eye and really intrigued me and I went in totally blind. I tore through that entire first volume over the course of like an hour and came staggering out like... the hell did I just read???

The funny thing is, I accidentally fucking documented my first exposure to the series totally by coincidence, not really expecting it to be something I stuck with but just wanting to share this baffling curiosity with my friends so I can literally tell you down to the date when I first came across it

August 7th, 2020!!!! Like, weeks after volume 1 dropped in Japan, lol. And yes, it is extremely fucking funny to see this three year old post from me talking about not being into the series with my current day Oshi no Brainrotted screenname and pfp. We call that growth, baby!

I won't share the rest of the post because it's basically just me recapping volume 1 to the bafflement and confusion of my friends (some of whom themselves went along to become Oshi no Sickos with me lol) but it is again really funny and jarring to see my past self talk so dismissively about a piece of media that has come to be so deeply important to me, but there are definitely some burgeoning signs of me being an Ai Wife Guy in the future with the way I completely slowed down and so lovingly and tenderly talked about her baggage... you've got a big storm coming, bitch!!!

Like I said up top though, I didn't really click with the series even though I followed the fanscans for a surprisingly long time considering I felt really 'eh' about it. In hindsight, I was going in expecting the series to be completely off the wall crazy, constant twists and turns and status quo fucks and when it pointedly wasn't and was never intended to be that, I got kind of confused. Honestly, I think fucking Shonen Abyss is basically what I was expecting Oshi no Ko to be and it was never intended to be that!

I have another weirdly vivid memory of when I dropped it, too, though I don't remember the date exactly – I do remember the chapter, though and it was chapter 60! I wasn't clicking with Tokyo Blade at all and felt like it was kind of plodding and while I dropped it then, I really distinctly remember that final panel of Akane's all-consuming performance and commenting on the chapter that I felt like the story had gotten really boring and getting my ass absolutely thrashed in the Mangadex comments as a result LOL.

The series kind of faded out of my head after I dropped it and I lightly followed the news of the anime premiere when it was announced but I didn't really think anything else of it until I saw the positive buzz and saw friends I thought would be dismissive of it check episode one out, I went "eh, sure, I'll give it a try"

... Uh, I guess the results speak for themselves...

So while I technically didn't get in via the anime, the anime was really important in getting me invested in it! The anime's rendering of Ai and Rie Takahashi's absolutely godlike performance as her were sort of the extra pieces I needed to make things click in my brain and for me to get into the right headspace to get fully fucking engulfed by the series. It's funny how you really do have no idea what sort of things will end up touching you and how deeply at the end of the day, huh?

#oshi no ko #oshi no posting

[what-yadoking-likes]

SO. I got tattooed earlier this week. It was a Pokémon Gen 2 'Get what you get' (GWYG) tattoo.

For those who don't know, a GWYG tattoo is where you get a random tattoo design from a gumball machine. Most artists will offer re-rolls for a fee.

I was originally scheduled to get this back in May, but the artist needed to reschedule - to AUGUST.

My mental health has been shite, and even on the day of the tattoo, I was not excited as I usually am before getting tattooed.

I have been following the artist carefully and checking off the mons that had already been rolled and tattooed. Some of the heavy hitters had already gone - Umbreon, Wooper, Quagsire, Celebi - but the 3 I knew I would 100% need to re-roll on had not yet been tattooed. They were Smoochum, Ariados and Spinarak.

Anyway. I got my ball, opened it and... Smoochum.

Y'ALL.

I re-rolled. Knowing I would need to get whatever it was and praying on account of my possibly overactive arachnophobia that it wasn't one of the spider mons.

It was Ho-Oh. HO-OH. A FREAKIN' LEGENDARY.

We found the perfect place for it - below my spooky Gengar tattoo, done by the same artist last October - filling out the front of my right leg.

I returned to Brum and caught up with my partner, who had made a start on grocery shopping. He did a cursory sweep over the body parts he could see when I found him in the supermarket, but I knew he hadn't spotted it.

Later, he guessed what it was. He wanted the first letter - H. He must have guessed every other H Gen2 mon before I was like "It's a legendary" & he was like "HO-OH?!??!?".

Now, I have been with my partner for... 13 years? When we first got together, he was playing through Soulsilver. As a kid he had played Silver for a million hours and had several Level 100 mons. I had played Pokémon Yellow as a kid but due to being 💫 poor 💫 stopped there.

So. I ended up buying a 2nd-hand Nintendo DS & a copy of HeartGold to compliment his SS.

Guys, it was a STUPIDLY fortuitous run. I caught the Pokérus in-game, and caught a shiny Articuno after just 15 minutes of semi-serious soft resets. I had also used a Ho-Oh in the Elite 4.

My partner was rather sweet. Said he liked how it was almost like a throw-back to that time, to our first few months as a couple when we were at university. How it was meaningful without meaning to be.

I may not have gotten a Yadoking, or a Murkrow, or any of the others I secretly thought would be awesome to get - but I got a little nostalgic piece that both does & doesn't call back to us as much younger people, desperately eager to share the experience of HGSS with each other.

When I told the tattoo artist I was re-rolling, she said she was surprised with how many people had said they disliked Smoochum.

When she uploaded the reel onto IG, some people were upset I had re-rolled, whilst others understood. I commented & said this was a good thing because it means she will (hopefully) be tattooed on someone who really, really likes her.

I got lucky - very lucky.

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