#i told myself i would go to bed before midnight. yet here we are

[quibblegoobe]

bahhh the suckers wip

#ferris quiddlegoose brain thoughts #jrwi #jrwi the suckening #wip #dont ask me whats going on with emizels pants i dont fucking know #i wanted to finish this today but this alone tOOK ME 8 WHOLE HOURS. #I STARTED THIS AT 5 PM. ITS NOW 1 AM. #i told myself i would go to bed before midnight. yet here we are #i know shilo and emizel are supposed to look similar. and i tried. but i wanted to go crazy with shape language and design and whatever #also shilos outfit was a nightmare to figure out. arthurs too. #also sorry to any exmormons that see this . or anyone that has mormon knowledge and is also a sucker (suckening watcher/listener)

[kingofspadescos]

Astarion x Reader - All You Wanna Do

Warnings - ANGST WITH GOOD ENDING

TW - Trauma, Sexual trauma mention

ALMOST MADE MYSELF CRY FROM THIS-

So in Six we all know Katherine Howard's (the pink one) song right? '

'All You Wanna Do'

And it goes through her lovers but how they only used her for her body?

Tell me that isn't Astarion.

Imagine after escaping Cazador (or at some point) he tries to get back out into the dating pool. He just wanted something, anything to make the numb feeling go away. And he thought he found it, but every day he'd wake up to an empty bed and every time he could feel more and more of himself break. Its an endless vicous cycle that he tries desperstly to break but fails inevitably.

He gives up, slinking back to the shadows and watching from afar.

But then one day when he slips out at night to visit a midnight market he accidently bumps into someone.

And it just so happens to be you.

He tilts his head when you smile up at him

"Sorry, sir, apprantly the skill of walking has alluded me" you said.

He's dumbfounded, a snarky remark at the tip of his tongue but unable to make it past his lips. How could it? You were truly breathtaking, the moonlight reflecting off your skin in a way he could only describe as ethereal.

And the way you looked at him, oh gods your eyes had him reeling. There was no hunger in them, no want, no lust, just embarrassment and genuine kindness, something he was not used to being the target of.

He could handle pure mindless need, but this? Such a sweet innocent little thing like you? Oh, no, he couldn't handle that. Not when you looked at him like he actually mattered in the world.

He barely managed out a stangled 'its fine' before dashing back to his dwelling...where he proceeded to lock himself away for days.

What else was he supposed to do? His heart was beating to another rhythm, a time that only meant heartbreak, anger, and self loathing. He couldn't handle it, not again.

But then, after a few days, a knock sounded at his door, and with caution he had opened it to find you there, holding his blade.

"Hi! You dropped this at the market a few days ago" you said "I asked around about you so I could find you, which was tremendously easy, apprantly there is only one known vampire around here."

And there that smile was again and those same eyes that had him crumbling.

"Thank you" he had coughed out, gently grabbing the blade. He wanted you out, far away from him as possible, just so he could function normally. But then your fingers accidently brushed his and he was almost done for.

Panic, excitement, fear, and hope came down on him in waves as he looked into your eyes again. He barely manged to stop himself from taking a step back as if the adoration and happiness that were captured in your eyes had physically pushed him.

"Well I should probably get going" you said turning to walk, and a new panic rose in his chest, the fear of never seeing you again.

"Wait!" He said too quickly for his own liking "come in for some tea, won't you? It's the least I could do to repay you."

From there you two go closer and closer, spending as much time together as possible. Each second he spent with you he felt his heart reach out towards you as if to embrace you and never let go.

But the fear was still there, the fear that he would get to close and you would leave him, just like everyone else.

However, the day came when you confessed. A new dagger in one hand and a rose in the other you looked up at him with those eyes. The same eyes he had yet to act normal about and told him you liked him and wanted him to be yours and you to be his.

The cold hand of panic that crippled his heart made an appearance, twisting the fear into his body and causing his knees to buckle. God's, he felt so stupid, felt so vulnerable and useless, but then a warmth surrounded him.

Your embrace.

You held him, arms tightly woven around his body keeping him secure to you.

"You can say no, you can tell me no" you had whispered, and he almost jumped at the out "but if you're willing to let me hold your heart ill shall cherish it til' the sun no longer shines and even then I shall create my own."

You had him in tears, hands clutching at you in desperation and head burying into your neck.

The rest of the night was spent with assurance and love, you guiding him through a simple kiss that led to nothing more.

And in the morning when he awoke, he cried again when he saw you curled into his side, hand clutching his with the intent of never letting go.

#Bg3 #baldurs gate #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 astarion #astarion #astarion my beloved #astarion ancunin #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #angst #angst with a happy ending #Six #six the musical #im crying #fanfiction #vampire

[pasukiyo]

YOU'RE ALWAYS GONNA BE MINE

| PROLOGUE

a royalty au. remus lupin x princess!reader. multi-part series. series masterlist.

word count; 2,635 words summary; the princess is to be betrothed soon. but she's still so, so young, she has yet to even see the world! how can she marry a man she doesn't love, much less a man she has never even met? meanwhile, the full moon is in two weeks and remus is in the most pain he's ever felt. how much longer does he have to suffer, how much longer until the pain fades away?

so even in a different life, you still would've been mine, we would've been timeless...

‘Dear Lily,

 Things have been less than exemplary here, I’m afraid. Peter has been practically breathing down my neck as of late… (I’ve just been told off for even writing that) …and I overheard mother and father talking yesterday. They’re going to force me into marriage. 

 I know I should be happy. This is my sole purpose as princess anyway, I should feel honored to have found a suitable prince to marry. Yet… I cannot help but to feel anything but. It feels like I am wasting my life away… why can I not find a man for myself? Why must I marry without falling in love? 

 I apologise for how short this letter has been. But it is becoming rather difficult to keep Peter from reading over my shoulder and quite frankly, I do not wish to succumb to another one of mother and father’s rants. Peter is such a sneak.

 With all my love,

                                 The Princess’

 The princess sighed as she signed off her letter, narrowing her eyes up at Peter where he stood, an incredulous look upon his face as she rolled the parchment, tying it with a red, silky ribbon. “You don’t have to give me that look, Peter,” she said, fixing up the bow she had tied. “The letter is between me and Princess Lily, you don’t need to be such a snoop.”

 Peter hissed, watching the princess as she rose from the desk, dusting off the skirt of her gown. “You understand that it is my job to keep you in line?” He scoffed, following close behind her heels as she walked up the steps of the Owlery, catching sight of her beloved owl, Athena. “Your mother will be very displeased if she were to know the contents of that letter.”

 Her eyes rolled in their sockets as she soothed her fingers on Athena’s mottled brown and white head, a satisfied hoot slipping from her beak. “Which is why I trust that mother won’t hear of this,” she said, her lips curved in a cheeky grin as she tied the parchment to Athena’s claw. “Deliver this to Lily, would you, Thena?” She cooed at the owl, the creature giving her knuckle a tender nip before she outstretched her wings, pushing her body off of her perch, soaring out the window and into the night. The princess sighed as she watched the owl take flight, an envious burn in her heart. 

 “You’re lucky I am feeling extra generous today,” Peter replied and she huffed, turning back around to face him. “‘Extra generous?’” She chuckled as she pushed past him, holding onto her skirt as she made her way back down the steps of the Owlery. “Since when were you capable of being generous?” 

 With a smile, she turned her head around to peer over at Peter just in time to watch his eyes roll in their sockets. “You jest, my princess. Perhaps I’d laugh if it weren’t damn near midnight. You should be in bed, may I remind you.” She sighed as she pushed her way out of the Owlery, Peter following close behind like a shadow. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Peter, I’m going,” she giggled as they made their way through the garden and back into the castle, stepping inside one of its many hallways.

 “My knickers are not in a tw–”

 “Goodnight Peter! I cannot wait until the morning where you will chastise me again,” she smiled and waved at the Royal Advisor behind her, lifting her gown as she made her way up the staircase. She could hear Peter scoff behind her, her lips still curled into a soft smile as she made her way through the corridor towards her quarters, yawning and rolling her neck as she smiled at the guard outside her room. With an indifferent expression, he pushed open the door for her, stepping aside to allow her to enter the bedroom.

 The room was warm with the marmalade glow coming from the candle she had left lit earlier and she hummed at the sight of her handmaiden, Marlene, in the corner of the room, silent as she focused on the parchment in her lap. At the sound, Marlene snapped her head towards where the princess stood, pushing the parchment off to the side as she scrambled to her feet. “My princess! Let me grab your nightgown for you…” Marlene hurriedly stammered out, rushing to the closet to grab one of the princess’ many nightgowns, pulling a long, white lace one from the sea of many fabrics.

 The princess’ lips twitched in an amused smile as Marlene practically sprinted back towards her, presenting the gown for her to take. “Marlene, what have I told you?” The princess chuckled, graciously taking the nightgown from her handmaiden’s hands. “You can relax when you are with me. You make me seem like one of those stuck-up, snobby princesses that care very little for others’ wellbeing. It is almost insulting.”

 Marlene’s rosy cheeks flushed and she bowed her head, locking her shaking fingers before her. “M-my apologies, your highness,” she hardly managed to stutter out, earning yet another roll of the eyes from the princess. “Marlene,” the princess called her name again, reaching out with her hand towards the handmaiden’s chin, tilting it up until their eyes met once again. “Relax.”

 Marlene’s chest heaved when she inhaled a deep breath, her muscles visibly relaxing at the sound of the princess’ soft, gentle voice. She exhaled as the princess’ lips grew in yet another warm grin, making her way around the dressing screen and making quick work of her dress. “Do you need help with your corset?” Marlene’s voice called over the screen just as she unlaced her own corset, her muscles aching in gratitude, her waist finally free of its confinement. “I’ve got it,” she sighed, tossing the corset until it hung over the top of the screen as she began to shimmy herself out of her dress.

 “Princess,” Marlene’s voice called again and she hummed in reply as she tossed the dress over the screen as well, rolling up her nightgown until the head was visible. “The King and Queen requested you for brunch tomorrow. Apparently, Lord Sirius will be spending the day in the castle.”

 Her lips twitched at the mention of Lord Sirius and she stepped out from behind the dressing screen as she soothed the nightgown down her body. “Thank you, Marlene,” she nodded her head. “May I request that I wear that midnight blue dress, you know, the one I wore the last time Lord Regulus came around?” Marlene’s face lit up in an almost knowing grin, although she tried to suppress it. “Trying to impress Lord Sirius?’ The handmaiden couldn’t help but giggle and the princess chuckled as well, shaking her head as she made her way towards her bed. “No, of course not,” she replied. “Lord Sirius is only a dear friend. And I like that dress. It is very comfortable– you did well on it.”

 Marlene flushed and bowed her head, “thank you, princess,” she murmured shyly. The princess smiled as she tucked herself beneath the covers, gazing up at the dusty pink ceiling of her bedroom. “Is there anything else you’d like before you sleep?” Marlene inquired and the princess shook her head in response. “No thank you, Marlene,” she murmured softly. “Have a good night.”

 “Sweet dreams, princess.”

 The princess blinked up at the ceiling as the marmalade glow faded when Marlene blew the candles out, the room slowly shrouding itself in darkness until she was gazing into a void of black. She listened to Marlene’s footsteps as she sauntered out of the bedroom and out of her quarters, leaving her alone in the room much too big for one woman.

 Everything was still, the sky outside her window was black and frankly, she should have been asleep. Alas, her mind was reeling, a dark, swirling tempest of much-unappreciated thoughts. What was she to do about her impending marriage?

 Call her a sap, call her a hopeless romantic— she wanted love. She didn’t want a prince of some far away kingdom, she didn’t want to be his shadow— she wanted to properly fall in love with someone, to marry someone on her own accord. She was still so young and still had so many years ahead of her, how could she be forced into wedlock!

 The thought put a sour look on her face and she turned to her side, wedging an arm beneath her pillow to support her head. She gazed out her window at the night’s black sky, eyeing the twinkling stars illuminating it. This couldn’t happen, it just couldn’t— she’d find a way to be sure of it.

 Remus howled in pain as he stumbled through the back door of Lord Sirius Black’s manor, his muscles aching and the contents of his stomach bubbling at the pit, threatening to spill from his chapped lips. He could hear footsteps somewhere on the other side of the mansion and he hoped to whomever it was watching down on them that it was his dear friend. 

 “Remus?” 

 Remus growled as sweat beaded down the side of his face, crashing into the bookcase against the wall as he tried to regain his balance, chest heaving as a thread of saliva fell down in a string from his lips. He groaned as he blinked up at the figure approaching him, hardly able to make out the face in the darkness of the manor. 

 “Sirius,” Remus managed out, yelping at another particularly rough jab of pain in his abdomen, practically slamming his forehead down on the nearest shelf of the bookcase. 

 “Merlin, let’s get you upstairs,” Sirius muttered, grabbing a hold of one of Remus’ arms, tossing it over his shoulders as he used his other arm to hoist his friend off of the wall. Remus hissed through his teeth at the pain and squeezed his eyelids shut, throwing his head back as he tried to move his feet to aide Sirius. 

 Sirius grunted as they approached the stairs, practically dragging his friend up the steps, much to Remus’ displeasure. His belly lurched at a particular rough landing on one of the steps and he pursed his lips together, hoping the acid bubbling in his throat could be willed to stay down. Sirius grabbed a hold of Remus again and hoisted him forth, finally arriving on the second floor of the manor. 

 He rushed Remus into one of the empty spare bedrooms, practically tossing his dear friend on the mattress as he rushed for the waste bin he kept in here for this sole purpose, handing it to the man. Remus wasted no time in spilling the contents of his stomach, a sour, rotten odor Sirius had grown far too accustomed to to care about imbuing the bedroom. 

 Sirius found a washcloth and poured some cold water over it, sighing as he plopped down in the chair beside the bed, handing the cloth over to Remus once he was done vomiting. He fell back against the pillows on the bed, chapped lips agape as he tried to catch his breath, slapping the cold rag down on his entire face. He squeezed his eyelids together hard enough to see stars, feeling his heart drum against his chest. 

 “Sorry,” he managed out, his voice low and husky. Sirius rolled his eyes and scoffed from his bedside, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. “I think we’re well beyond an apology, my friend,” he chuckled. “Besides, you know I don’t mind.”

 Remus huffed and coughed against the rag, furrowing his brow as he folded it to only lay on his forehead, pressing it down hard enough to let some of the water trickle down his skin. He sighed at the feeling of the cold water reaching his chapped lips, his tongue swiping between them just as Sirius pressed the rim of a bottle to his lips. Remus’ lids shot open and he peered over at Sirius before back down at the glass of water, practically ripping it from his friend’s grip as he chugged the entire thing down, hiccuping and wiping the little bit that had dribbled onto his chin before handing it back. 

 “Sorry if I woke you up,” Remus apologized, letting his head fall to the side to get a better look at Sirius in his night clothes. Sirius shook his head, setting the glass of water down against the nightstand, once again leaning back in his seat. “No matter, I was awake anyway,” he replied. “Was just figuring out what to wear for brunch at the castle tomorrow.”

 Remus rolled his eyes at this— somehow, it always seemed to slip his mind that his best friend was rich, and a lord for that matter. “Right,” Remus muttered. “While I’m doing my best not to die, you’re rubbing elbows with royalty. Almost forgot.”

 Sirius, too, rolled his eyes and snickered at this, “it’d do you well to remember that I’m the one making sure you’re not dying in this very moment. Wouldn’t want to jeopardize your position right now, would you?”

 Remus scoffed, rolling his head to gaze back up at the ceiling. “Right,” he murmured. “Well, thanks for helping me out, mate. And don’t worry, I’ll be out of your hair come morning.”

 “Now, wait a minute here, you’re not going to get rid of me that easily,” Sirius chuckled, leaning forward in his chair. Remus peeled a single eyelid open, glancing over to his friend. “The full moon’s not for another few weeks now, is it? And you’ve already got it this bad.”

“Two weeks, actually,” Remus sighed. “My symptoms seem to have gotten worse lately. Not even one of your million galleon beds takes away the pain.” Sirius pursed his lips, “not a million galleons, for one thing. Second, I thought you didn’t get this bad until the day before a transformation. Are you alright?”

 Remus opened both his eyelids again, cocking an eyebrow towards his friend. “Really?” He scoffed. “Oh, I’m doing just fine and dandy here, thanks so much for asking.” Sirius’ chest puffed when he huffed, “I can throw you back out onto the street if you fancy.” 

 Remus huffed, easing himself further down into the mattress. “I’m better now,” he sighed. “Just… tired.” Sirius eyed his friend, Remus’ skin still slick with a layer of sweat but at the very least, he didn’t seem prone to hurl his dinner out at any given moment anymore. Sirius soothed his palms over his thighs before pushing off of his seat, fingernails scratching at his scalp. “Get some sleep,” Sirius said as he made his way towards the door. “Leave whenever you need to tomorrow. I’ll probably already be gone.”

 Remus’ lips tugged into a smirk, “off rubbing elbows with the royal family?”

 Sirius hissed and rolled his eyes in their sockets, “piss off.”

 With that, Sirius closed the door behind him, leaving Remus all alone in one of the manor’s many bedrooms, blinking up into the black above where the ceiling would be. His muscles were sore and aching, the upcoming full moon lingering in the corner of his mind. How much longer would he have to bear this? How much must he suffer before he finally went numb? Before he felt nothing at all?

 Remus sighed, letting his eyelids flutter closed, hoping sleep would overtake him soon. He was grateful for Sirius, for having at least a comfortable bed to sleep in, unlike his own bed at home that was no better than sleeping on pins and needles. Remus let himself fall deeper into mattress, slowly but surely feeling himself slip into the arms of a deep slumber…

a/n; so uh... surprise? so sorry for my long hiatus! between college and work, i have just hardly had any time for anything, especially writing but i'm back! and with a series of all things lol but i'm so excited to finally be posting this and i hope you all enjoy this as much as i do! please either comment or fill out my taglist form in my pinned post if you'd like to join my taglist for this series!

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[justmeinadaze]

Saying Sorry (Steve X You)

A/N: My valentines gift to you. I've been thinking it's been awhile since I've created a series with just Steve and for some reason I'm crushing on season one King Steve so alas...I bare you this. I definitely have an idea of where I want this to go and I hope y'all like it so we can go through it together :)

The title and the idea came from a song I was listening to. Like I said I've been listening to my emo music more so lol

Warnings: Smut for sure. The reader does get assaulted but its very brief ( she is smacked) and Steve swoops in to save the day. These two are childhood friends who grow apart. The reader has rumors being spread about her (calling her a slut and cheap) .

Word Count: 4710

You and Steve had known each other since you were kids growing up in Hawkins. The first time you met him was in kindergarten on the playground. He was extremely shy, sitting by himself in a nook within the jungle gym.

“Why are you hiding?” He jumps at the sound of your voice. 

“I’m not hiding! I just… I don’t know anyone yet.”

“Okaaaay. How are you going to meet anyone though if you don’t talk to people?”

“Well, I’m meeting you.”

When you smile at him, he returns it with a little one of his own as you sit down beside him. 

“I’m Y/N.”

“Steve.”

He was incredibly sweet and kind. On valentine’s day he brought you a card that he had made with your favorite candy tapped inside. During nap time, he would lay beside you and the teacher would always end up separating you two because you couldn’t stop giggling. On your birthday, you invited him to your house for a sleep over. Your mom was surprised when he showed up alone without his parents. 

“Steve, honey, where’s your mom or dad? I was hoping to meet them and introduce myself.”

“Um, my dad is at a meeting and…I don’t know where my mom is. She left before I did.”

Your mom looks at him with concern before she sighs.

That night you two created a little fort out of blankets in your room and curled up underneath it in sperate sleeping bags. 

“Is it normal for you to be alone at home?”, you ask turning to lay on your side to face him. 

“Yeah. Usually there’s a nanny or housekeeper that looks after me but after they leave sometimes my mom and dad leave to.”

“Is it lonely?” Steve doesn’t respond instead turning his eyes to the floor. “Well…you can come over here anytime you want!”

He grins at you and you can’t help but giggle.

“Kids, go to bed! It’s after midnight!” You both laugh as your dad shouts from down the hall.

As you two grew up, you started growing closer with him becoming your best friend and you his. In middle school, your bodies started changing and Steve seemed a bit more focused on his appearance.

“How’s my hair? Does it look good?”

“Steve! Calm down.”, you laugh at him. “Your hair looks perfect as always. Don’t be so nervous!”

“How can you be so relaxed? Aren’t you nervous?”

You and Steve were going on a double date with some of the other kids from school. He had a huge crush on a girl from his English class but was so scared of messing things up. You offered to go with him with one of the guys who had been flirting with you to ease his mind.

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I don’t really like Travis all that much. I mean I like him but not like…you know?”

He softly smiles as he continues to run his fingers through his hair. “Not one bit.”

You gently reach for his hand and smooth the mess he made on top of his head. “Steve, you have no reason to be nervous. You are a great guy and if Jennifer doesn’t realize that well then fuck her.”

He cackles at your curse as he pulls you into a hug. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

After the date that night, you noticed a change in him. It was very small but noticeable to you especially when he called you up after your mom dropped him off back at his house. 

“See? I told you there was nothing to worry about!”

“Yeah, it was weird though. I’ve never actually kissed a girl before.”

“Did you like it?”

“I did.” You heard his smile through the phone. “She said something before that didn’t make sense. She said that you and I shouldn’t be friends.”

“What?! Why?”

“She said you’re a bit of a…a dork.” He panicked at your silence. “Which is stupid because, obviously, you aren’t and even if you were you know I don’t care about that kind of thing. I love you and you’re my best friend.”

“What did you say when she said that?”

“I didn’t get a chance to say anything because she kissed me.”

“I should kick her ass.”

He laughs, breathing a sigh of relief at your sarcastic tone. “No! No ass beating. Like you said…fuck her, right?”

As soon as you became freshman, that’s when the drastic changes happened. He stopped coming over to your house and hanging out with you at school. You used to sit together at lunch but you found yourself eating alone while he sat on the opposite end of the cafeteria with the popular kids. 

You called his house and either no one picked up or his mom said he wasn’t home.

“I’m sorry, Leslie. He isn’t here.”, his dad’s gruff tone hits your ears. 

“It’s Y/N and do you know where he is?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. No, I don’t. I think he went out with some girl from the cheerleading squad. Look, I really have to go. Can I take a message?”

You hung up the phone in frustration. 

Your final straw was when he didn’t show up for your birthday. You and Steve had spent every year together on that day. Your parents would get a cake, order food, and you guys would stay up watching movies till you fell asleep. It had been weeks since you heard from him but you thought at least he would be here for this.

You pound on his door with your fist for what feels like forever until he finally answers. His hair is disheveled and his lips are stained with a nice shade of red lipstick. 

“Y/N. Hey. I’m a bit preoccupied at the moment—”

“Where were you?!”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Steve, do you know what today is?”

He steps forward, quietly closing the front door behind him. “Y/N, I really can’t do this right now. Can we talk about this later—”

“WHEN?! When can we talk about it? You’re never home and you don’t answer my calls. I never see you at school and we don’t hang out anymore. When should we talk?!”

“I’m not going to apologize for being busy with school and living my life. I’m sorry we don’t spend as much time together but I made some new friends. It’s not just me and you anymore.”

“You’re such a fucking asshole. You really think these ‘friends’ give a damn about you? All they care about is your money and good looks!”

“You’re just jealous because I’m hanging out with the popular group and you’re not! You’re just a fucking poor, pathetic dork who has no friends other than me!”

Steve watched through your eyes as your heart broke. “Wow. Thank you for showing me who Steve Harrington really is. Happy Birthday to me, I guess.”

His eyes closed as he came to the realization of what today was. “Y/N, shit, I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean…I—”

“No. Don’t worry about it, Harrington. It’s all good.”

###############

It had been two years since then and you were both juniors now. Steve had steadily rose to the king of Hawkins high, becoming a jock and making all the ladies swoon. You flew under the radar as best you could with a 4.0 GPA and a style that everyone compared to Joan Jett. You both had basically become night and day. 

He heard rumors about you but did nothing to dispel them. 

“Does she think she’s cool wearing those ratty, torn up clothes and boots? Please. Probably hiding the fact that her family can barely afford to keep their house let alone some new clothes.”

“I heard she fucks boys under the bleachers if they give her $20 bucks. She’s cheap!”

“Oh my god. That’s most likely why she has all those As!”

The rumors you heard about him were a bit more factual and kept you up to date on what was going on in his life. 

“Steve is taking out Tammie tonight. Five bucks he takes her to lover’s lake!”

“I heard he’s failing physics but the teacher passes him anyway so he can play basketball. Lucky bastard.”

“Steve Harrington is throwing a party at his house. His dad just made a killer deal so he’s flying his mom to Hawaii to celebrate. Empty house with a ton of booze!”

You did everything you could to avoid interactions with him and with your different social circles that wasn’t hard but some days you were thrown a curve ball. This morning happened to be one of those days. As you walked to your locker, you heard a loud crash next to you as Tommy leaned against them. 

“Hey Y/N. How are you this beautiful morning?”

“I was having a great morning until you opened you mouth.”, you threw him a fake smile as you slammed your locker closed. 

“Well, that’s not very nice.” His girlfriend Carol blocked your path to keep you from leaving. “Someone not have their morning coffee? Probably time to find some new clients to fuck so you can afford that.”

“Oh, they’ve escalated to clients now. The rumor mill continues to be amusing. Now, get out of my way.”

“Ah ah. We just wanted to talk to you and see how you were. This is no way to treat your friends.”

“You are not and will never be my friends.”, you glare at them.

“What’s going on?” Steve sauntered slowly up to his friends, his face contorting slightly when he sees you. “Tommy. Carol. Come on. We’re going to be late for class.”

“Better run along and do what your king says.”, you sneer at them.

He stops, slowly turning around as he snickers. “You know what? Maybe we should stay. I heard you guys when I came up. She definitely needs to be nice to you. It’s not like she has any other friends.”

“Kind of like a kid I used to know back in elementary school.” They all laugh, making faces like you said the stupidest thing they had ever heard…but not Steve. His breathing staggered at the memory of you befriending him when he had no one. “Leave me alone.”

He sighed, gripping Tommy’s arm and pushing him down the hallway. 

##############

“Hey. You okay? I heard Steve Harrington tried to put you in your place today.”

You did actually have friends; they were just invisible to the popular kids. Carrie had become one of your closest but you could never bring yourself to tell her about your past with the boy in question. Honestly, it just hurt too much. 

“I swear to God I hate this school.”, you mumble. “Yes, I’m okay and no he didn’t. Like he even could.”

She chuckles as she throws herself in the chair next to yours at your lunch table. “He’s having a party tonight. We should crash it.”

“That…is the worst idea you have ever had.”, you smile at her.

“Oh, come on! We’ve never gone to one and it’s not like we’ll see him. He’ll be too busy grinding on some cheerleader.”

“See, I don’t understand how that’s common knowledge but I’m the whore!”

She grins as she pulls you to her shoulder and rests her head on yours. “You are not a whore. You are beautiful, perfect, and one of my closest friends. Also, I heard that Andrew will be there.”

You both giggle, sitting like that together until you give in and finally agree. 

########

It had been so long since you had been in Steve’s house. Not a whole lot had changed except for a few more expensive items you didn’t remember being there before. The bass was beating through the entire home as everyone danced and drank. 

“Carrie, I think we made a mistake!”

“It’s party, Y/N! Have a drink and dance! I’ll be right back!” With that, she was gone. A heavy exhale escaped your lips as you went outside to find some peace and quiet. You grinned when you noticed the pool in the backyard, remembering the summers you and Steve spent in there. 

“Steve! I can’t swim. I’m scared.” Your little voice shook as you stood on the steps in the water. 

He effortlessly glides towards you before standing up and taking both your hands in his. “You have no reason to be afraid, Y/N. I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you.” He chuckles as you wrap your arms around his waist.

“Hey! It’s ok. Do you trust me?”

You look up into his big brown eyes as his smile shines confidently down at you.

“Of course.”

“Hey, Y/N! Carrie said you were around here somewhere.” Andrew grins as he comes up beside you. 

“Did she? Because I have completely lost her.” 

He laughs at your sass. “She said you were funny.”

“Hey Andrew.” Steve’s voice comes up from behind you. 

“Sup, Harrington. Pretty good party you got going on here.” The boy grins as he takes a sip from the cup in his hand.

“Thanks, hey, do you mind if I talk with Y/N really quick?”

You were startled by his question. Wasn’t he just an asshole to you this morning? Is he going to be snarky again because you showed up to his house unannounced? Andrew nodded and backed away so you two could talk.

“Look, I know you fucking hate me but—”

“I don’t hate you. I would have to care to do that.”

Steve rolls his eyes as he sighs. “Yeah, okay, whatever. You’re a badass. Good for you. Now, listen to me. You need to stay away from him.”

“From Andrew? Why?”

“He has a reputation for being…rough.”

“Oh, good. Well, I have a reputation for being a slut so we’ll get along nicely.”

His eyes narrow down at your snarky tone. “Whether you are or not, doesn’t fucking matter to me. I don’t know you anymore but I know him. Trust me.”

“You’re right. You don’t know me anymore and I definitely don’t fucking trust you. You have no right to pretend like you care about me or my well-being, your highness!”

“Fine! Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You scoff at him as you turn and grab Andrew’s arm, leading him inside the house.

###################

You and Andrew found a corner in the living room that was quiet enough for you two to talk. Honestly, after a few minutes, you found yourself bored and zoning out. All he wanted to talk about was the baseball team and their stats. 

“Wow, Andrew, as fascinating as this is, I have to go find Carrie now and head home.”

“What? No.”, he whines and you cringe at the sight.

“Yes, unfortunately, it is late so…”

Abruptly, his hand wraps around your bicep as you start to stand and he pulls you back down towards the sofa you had been sitting on. 

“Come on, Y/N. Let’s not play games here. You don’t have to go home yet. I think you just don’t care about this kind of foreplay.”

“I’m sorry?”

“You know, the whole get to know you thing. I can respect that.” His body starts to press against you, leaning you back against the cushions.

“Andrew, no.” You try to push him with your palm but he swats it away. 

“You don’t have to pretend with me. I know what you’re into. I can even pay you double whatever you normally charge.” Andrew’s lips find their way to your neck and with all the strength you can muster, you lift your leg and kick him in the groin.

He howls in pain as you push him off of you. “You’re disgusting!”

As you start to run away from him, he chases after you, grabbing your arm again to turn you around and slap you hard across the face.

Suddenly forceful hands are pulling his off of you and pushing Andrew backwards. 

“Get out of my house.” Steve’s voice bellows well over the music causing some heads to turn towards him. 

“That bitch started it!”

“And I’m finishing it. Now if I have to say it again it won’t be nicely. Get. Out.”

Andrew grumbles something under his breath as he stomps out the front door. Steve grabs your hand, pulling you up the stairs, and into his closed off bedroom. As soon as the door shuts, his hands cup your cheeks as he looks over your face. 

“Are you okay?” You were still in a state of shock as your eyes scanned around his room. “Focus, Y/N! Look at me. Are you okay?”

You broke as your head fell into his chest and you cried. He stumbled back at first, completely thrown off guard before his arms slowly wrapped around you, holding you to him. Steve closed his eyes and sighed when he felt your hands shaking against his back. 

“Everything’s okay. He’s gone. You’re safe here.”, he whispers.

“Am I?” Something ignites inside of you as you push him away from you. “You don’t give a damn about me, Harrington and don’t pretend like you do just because you played hero!”

“Hey, I warned you he was an asshole! But no, still as fucking stubborn as ever. You’re lucky I was in the house!”

“Fuck you! I could have handled it!”

“I can’t believe this. You’re actually upset with me right now for helping you!”

“No, I’m upset because I’m in this fucking house talking to you!” 

As he prepares to fire back, your chin falls to your chest. Your shoulders shake as you cry again.

Steve hates seeing you like this and it makes him feel even more protective. 

“Do you…do you want me to find your friend so she can take you home?”

You wipe your eyes before meeting his. “No, I’ll just, um, walk. It’s not a big deal.”

“Y/N, please, at least let me drive you.”

“No, it’s okay. I don’t want you to leave your guests.” You fly past him to open the door. “Thank you for what you did. I’m sorry I snapped at you.”

##############

“Steve! Oh my god!” Your mom excitedly wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug. “It’s been so long. How have you been?”

“I’ve been good. Thank you for asking.”, he grins. “Is Y/N here?”

“Yes, she is. Maybe you can help make her feel better. She been upstairs in her room all day. I’m about to go meet her dad at that little get together thing they are doing downtown. We invited her but”, she shrugs. 

Steve holds the front door open for her as she leaves before heading up to your room. It’s only been two years but it still amazes him how your house looks the same. When he knocks on the door, your voice echoes through from the other side. 

“Mom, I said I’m fine! Oh…” You pause when you see him in your doorway. 

“Your mom let me in. I, um, came over to check on you after what happened.”

“Well, Harrington, thank you but like I said, I’m fine.”

“Please, Y/N. Don’t be so difficult. I’m trying here.”

You smile sarcastically as you turn towards him. “I’m sorry, sire. What’s difficult for you? The fact that you haven’t spoken to me in over two years or pretending like you care how I’m feeling?”

“First of all, YOU stopped speaking to ME.”

“Oh please! I lost you even before freshman year. Your only concern was that everyone liked you and thought you were cool!”

“Apparently so was yours! Don’t give me that look. I hear what people say. About how you open your legs for any man at the right price!”

“You’re still such a fucking asshole!”

“If I’m such an asshole than why did I pull Andrew off of you? Why did I follow you around that fucking party making sure you were okay because your stubborn ass didn’t want to heed my warning!? Why am I here right now?!”

“You followed me around?”

“Yes.”, he sighed as he placed his hands on his hips. “I know we don’t talk anymore but that doesn’t mean I want anything bad to happen to you.”

“Unless it’s your doing?” He looks at you completely confused. “Steve… you were the worst thing to ever happen to me. No one has ever hurt me the way you did. Even before that you were slowly slipping away and there was nothing I could do. I miss the kid I grew up with. I don’t know who the fuck you are now.”

“Y/N…I”, he pauses as he tries to gather his thoughts. “I’m not the same shy, weird kid you met in the jungle gym in kindergarten. I have a life and more friends, things like that. I changed. It happens.”

“Welp, thank you for that rousing speech.”

“I swear to fucking God!”, he growls as he walks over to you till his face is close to yours. “You’re so—”

“Fucking stubborn. I know! Now get out of my house and leave me alone!”

“Make me.” Steve’s tone was low, revibrating through his chest. 

It had been so long since you had seen him especially this close to you. You took note of the light stubble that dusted along his jawline and above his lip. His lips themselves had plumped out a bit more since middle school and his eyes had aged in the way a mans would when they leave adolescence. Growing up, you two had been relatively the same height but right now he towered significantly above you. He was right; he definitely wasn’t the same kid you had met. 

While you were studying him, he was also scanning over you. Your eyes were angry but he could still see the kindness within them that befriend him. You smelled like you had just recently took a shower as the strong floral scent filled his nostrils. Your lips were fuller even now as they pouted out. He would give anything to see you smile again. 

Steve’s hand shot out, gripping the back of your neck to bring your mouth to his. It was light at first, both your lips just pressed together but as he started to pull away you quickly grabbed his face with your hands tugging him back to you. 

Passion took over reason as he walked you towards your bed. As soon as the back of your knees hit the mattress, you pause to lift up his shirt before tugging away at your own. Steve’s lips trail down your cheek to your neck as he fumbles with his belt. 

You rapidly remove your pants as his own fall to the floor with a loud clank. He picks you up, holding you by your thighs as he carefully places you down on the mattress. 

After removing his boxers, he reaches for your panties, violently pulling them down your legs and tossing them to the floor. 

“Steve, Steve. Hang on.”, you pant. He doesn’t acknowledge you, grinding his hips with yours. You moan when you feel his cock rub against your pussy lips. 

“Steve. I just want…need you to know. Those rumors aren’t true. I’ve only been with one other person.”

His eyes lock with yours as he spits in his hand and rubs it into your cunt making you moan. He grips his length and watches your face as he guides it into your entrance. Steve doesn’t give you much time to adjust to him as he pushes deeper into you before pulling out and pressing into you again. 

“Fuck. Oh my god.”, you whimpered at the feeling.

“Jesus fucking Christ”, he whispers as his head falls back into the nook of your neck. “You’re so fucking tight.”

He thrusts into you at a steady pace as you pressed him closer to you. You knew you missed him but feeling him against you like this fully reminded you how much. All the memories you two had shared came flooding back and it broke your heart all over again. You needed to push those memories as far away as you could. They hurt too much. 

“Harder, Steve. Please.”

Again, there was no acknowledgement from him besides him doing as you asked. You fingers clung to his hair as he sucked on your neck. The sound of skin slapping together filled the room and you craned your neck to the side to find his lips.

Steve obliged and you mewled at the taste of him. When your hands reached up to hold his shoulders, he pulled away, staring down at you as he felt your pussy tighten around him. He thought to himself how beautiful you were underneath him like this. He really did miss you but… what would the other kids say? When his dad was being a dick he used to run to you but now with his status he had more friends and vices he can utilize to numb that pain. 

In his house he was nothing but in school he was a king. People practically worshipped him. So what, he had to pretend to like things he didn’t or act like an asshole at times to get what he needed. They were his family now. 

“Why are you hiding?”

“I’m not hiding!”

“I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Steve pushed back memories of his own as his rhythm picked up, thrusting into you till you came moaning his name repeatedly. His cheek pressed against yours as he chased his own release. The sound of him grunting filled your ears until he hastily pulled out, pumping his cock over your stomach until ropes of his seed landed on your skin.

His forehead fell on yours as his arm came back up on his side to steady himself. You both panted into each other’s face, trying to catch your breath. 

“Steve. Look at me.”, you whispered. His brown eyes found your own and he let out a pleasurable sigh when your hand caressed his cheek. “Don’t go. Not yet.”

He silently nodded, reaching towards your bedside table to grab a tissue before cleaning your tummy and tossing it into the wastebin. Steve rolled onto his back, staring up at your ceiling. 

“Y/N?”, his small hands knock on your door as he pushes it open. “You weren’t in class today and Mrs. Link said you were sick. I wanted to make sure you were ok.”

Your back was to him as you lay quietly in your bed. He shuffles around to the opposite side as you bury your face in your pillow. 

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Steve kicks off his sneakers and lays down beside you. As he pushes your shoulder back, he notices the tears that were streaming down your face.

“Tommy told all the sixth graders that I’m ugly trash.”

His nostrils flared in anger. “I’m going to kick his ass next time I see him!” He suddenly panics as you start to cry again. “Y/N, you aren’t trash and you’re not ugly. I think you’re…you’re one of the prettiest girls I have ever met.”

Steve breathes a sigh of relief when he sees you laugh. “Thank you. I appreciate you saying that.”

“I mean it! You’re pretty like the girl in that space movie we saw at the theater. With the…” He makes twisting motions on the side of his head near his hair.”

“Leia?”, you giggle.

“Yeah! Princess Leia.” He smiles as you start to brighten up. 

“Thank you for coming over to check on me.”

“Of course. You’re my best friend.”

Steve turned his head to look at you and noticed your back was facing him. Your breathing was steady so he figured you had fallen asleep. As he picked up the covers to get out of bed and grab his clothes, something possessed him to change his mind. Instead of pulling them off, he tugged the sheets further over his waist as he slid his body closer to you. His arm wrapped around yours as he tenderly kissed your shoulder, falling asleep beside you.

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[yoo-jeongneon]

of record players and things we said after midnight | k.hj, p.sh

× minors/ageless/empty blogs dni. you will be blocked. ×

× main masterlist ×

pairing: kim hongjoong x park seonghwa x gn!reader

genre: slice of life, romance

warnings: established poly relationship, fluff, allusions to sex, alcohol/food/eating, references to rough work schedules and strict sleeping routines, stargazing

word count: 1.1k

a/n: for the wonderful sky, aka @pocketjoong. i really hope you enjoy this short sweet one-shot (and perhaps it is an extremely belated birthday present!) p.s: i don't know if you've seen that poll going round - "is the person you reblogged this from sun/moon etc. coded" - but while of course you are sky coded, you are very star coded to me: much like a star, whenever you pop up, a smile comes on my face 🫶🫶

00:03. Hongjoong has a plethora of records.

You and Seonghwa know he’d been steadily growing his collection for the last three years. A well-paying job and months of saving paid for his hobby.

Of course, the most expensive thing he needed to buy was a record player to play said discs. Hongjoong had said for the longest time that the vinyls were just aesthetic, and yet he never took his eyes off them when trawling websites into the early hours of the morning.

You and Seonghwa had pulled together enough resources to gift him one for his birthday last year, and it’s sat proudly on his desk in his studio ever since. He’ll never admit to the tears he shed and the two of you will never bring up the fact that you noticed him tucking them under his sleeve.

You both care too much to embarrass him.

-×-

00:27. Seonghwa can’t remember the last time he stayed up so late.

He thanks - or blames - his sleeping schedule for sending him to bed before the clock strikes twelve. It’s a price to pay when the workload is so rough it calls for a routine so strict.

He told himself he could let go this weekend. He’d had too many stresses and with a vacation week right around the corner, he knows he can let it go for a few days.

You let him rest his head on your lap even still, the fatigue catching up when he remembers how many hours he’s spent staring at screens. When you thread your fingers through his hair, it’s a lot softer than you ever remember it being.

A smile lands on your face. “You used the hair mask I bought you.”

Seonghwa’s eyes are closed and his breathing is so calm and even. The faint click-clack of Hongjoong messing around on his computer is briefly interrupted.

Seonghwa grins. “I hadn’t pampered myself in some time.”

Hongjoong’s heart swells, as does your own. It’s the kind of care you’re both happy Seonghwa gave himself.

-x-

00:54. You always meld into that one spot on the leather sofa.

Its wrinkles and creases understand your presence. It’s your home away from home, your favourite sweater; anytime Hongjoong finds you sitting there he becomes so overwhelmed, but hides it behind a mere dimpled grin. “That’s become your favourite spot,” he once remarked.

The acknowledgment made you shy. “It’s really nice to sit here.”

Hongjoong would later tell you exactly how that made him feel. He would show you too, breathing fanning on your neck, Seonghwa’s lips on your shoulder.

Seonghwa provides a demo over the track Hongjoong is playing around with; there’s no mic, it’s not being recorded anywhere, but you listen to his quiet humming regardless.

It ticks something in your brain and you throw in some light harmonies. Hongjoong wishes he could capture it but doesn’t move.

That’s a memory he can save for later.

-×-

01:13. The three of you don’t know when it clicked.

There were days you would stroll through the local grocery store as a trio, little fingers hooked together and it didn’t mean a thing. Still, it meant everything.

The simplicity of knowing, the beauty of feeling, it’s never needed any words to make sense of it.

The sense was in the making already.

Ice-cream aisles and mulling over which flavour to get knowing you all have different tastes. Reaching in your pockets and buying for each other because that’s what made you so connected.

It’s only a two-course meal tonight and Seonghwa’s cooking. Hongjoong stirs the pot and you dice the vegetables. Very few words are spoken but that’s how you know your dynamic is to die for.

You press a kiss on both of their cheeks. The three of you don’t know when it clicked.

Perhaps there was nothing to click. The foundation was there already. Their cheeks are warm. You love them.

-×-

01:28. Schedules never allowed for late night delivery.

You’re sitting in different places. No longer on the sofa, no longer resting on the lap, no longer glued to the mouse and keyboard.

But it’s a familiarity even still - you’re in a circle on the floor and Hongjoong is dishing out the meals. Seonghwa offers you some of his food, and you make sure Hongjoong has enough for himself, and Hongjoong fills Seonghwa’s water up so he stays hydrated.

“I should put a record on,” says Hongjoong.

Seonghwa smiles. “Play our favourite.”

-×-

01:42. It’s at times like these you remember why you love each other.

Hongjoong has been told twice to keep his voice down and you’re laughing your head off at a joke Seonghwa told. There’s a mess you have to clean but that can wait a little while.

Hongjoong takes your hand and pulls you close to him. You share a kiss as the low hum of a 70s record plays in the background. Seonghwa soon follows and he’s twirling Hongjoong around in an effort to get him to dance.

Grabbing the camera off the desk, you take so many pictures of this moment.

“What a miracle: Hongjoong’s dancing and Seonghwa isn’t it bed yet!” you chuckle.

They love you so much.

-×-

02:00. There’s a perfect spot outside the studio to look at the stars.

It dawns on all of you that it’s something you’ve never done before. Seonghwa is upset at this fact, and takes this as an opportunity to gather some blankets together and put them down on a grass verge.

When you step outside, it’s incredibly brisk, but one look up and you notice it’s a completely clear night.

As though the clouds knew you had a prior engagement with the stars.

Seonghwa takes a seat in the middle, and taps the two spaces either side of him excitedly.

Hongjoong left the door open slightly, and one of the records was still playing.

You had brought the three beer bottles that you’d ordered with your delivery, but hadn’t opened yet.

As though it was tradition, you open each other’s bottles and clink the necks together to make the most satisfying sound.

With a single sip, Hongjoong exhales. “I hope we can do this more often.”

Seonghwa’s eye catches Orion’s belt. “If it’s clear, perhaps we could do this every night next week.”

You rest your head on Seonghwa’s shoulder, and your hand reaches round to clasp fingers with Hongjoong.

“Let’s toast to a week of clear skies. Maybe the universe will listen.”

You make a toast, and the soft crackles of the record indicate the song is nearing its close.

Against the silence of night, you gaze up at the stars.

-×-

02:20.

Whenever it clicked, you’re glad it did.

× yoo-jeongneon ×

#ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #hongjoong scenarios #hongjoong imagines #seonghwa scenarios #seonghwa imagines #hongjoong x reader #seonghwa x reader #⚡yoo jeongneon⚡

[icallhimjoey]

A Whisper Away

♥ ♥  Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: A continuation of Like A Poem and A Lot Like Love where we dip into your November for a couple consecutive years and see how you're getting on with the bookstore, Joe's career and... other changes.

CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, angsty, I strongly advise you to read the previous bookstore fics before diving into this one!

Author’s note: an amazing request from @darthvontrapp inspired this "third season" in the bookstore, hope you enjoy!

Wordcount: 3.1K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

Exhausted. Far too tired to start another fight. Yet, here you were, crying and angry and Joe just didn't get it because he'd forgotten.

The day, the week - the month had left you a shell of a person. The breakroom was still a huge mess; there were toys strewn across the floor from where Alfie had been playing, and Anne had been too busy watching him to organize the mess that had been left on the table. And you hadn't even gotten to the state the actual store front was in. November was tough; with Christmas coming up, people would come in to look for specific books they would need convincing their loved ones would like. This was something you were good at, but your brain seemed to have stopped working optimally ever since you'd had a child months ago.

It had been a busy Saturday, and lots needed doing still for you to be able to open on time the following Sunday. For starters, you needed to hoover. With a curious child crawling around freely now, you’d really notice how dirty the place would get by the dark grey patches it’d leave on Alfie’s knees.

Looking around, you knew your evening was going to be filled with tasks down here in the store. You’d just bathed Alfie upstairs and had kissed him goodnight before Joe had disappeared into his room with him to put him to bed. Sometimes it could take ages, other times he’d do exactly as he was told; there really was no middle ground.

Joe’s dad had laughed at the two of you when you told him how it could sometimes take hours to put Alfie down, and then he had told Joe that he knew karma would find its way back to him for the years of sleepless nights Joe had apparently caused his parents. “It was just very unfair,” Joe explained to you. “I was the only person in the house who had to sleep in a bed by myself, everyone else got to share,” the only other people in the house at the time being Joe’s mum and dad. “So, I get it, little man,” Joe would coo at Alfie.

It’s why Alfie slept in your bed with the two of you so often – you didn’t always mind, Alfie was adorable, and he loved to snuggle, tiny arms would always find your neck to wrap themselves around. But sometimes, you did mind. You’d think of Alfie a couple of years older without the capability of sleeping on his own and you’d try your best to convince Joe to let Alfie get used to the routine of being put to bed and sleeping in his own bedroom.

It also really didn’t help that you’d totally underestimated the amount of sleep your body clearly needed to function properly, and for nearly a year, you’d maybe gotten it… twice? Every night, for months, you’d be disturbed in your sleep and be forced into action. It was things like Alfie crying, Alfie slapping you awake accidentally, Alfie climbing on top of you in his sleep in a bid to be closer to you, somehow never closer to Joe, it was always you that required midnight climbing upon. Or they were other things, like Joe waking you up, asking you where you’d left the bottle, which you would always leave in its spot, but Joe had just not registered it there even when he’d looked right at it, because Joe was tired too.

You loved Alfie, and you loved Joe. So much.

But you’d be so very envious of Joe when he got to go on trips for his job. Just, get out of the routine of it all for a few days. Sure, he’d be so busy, he’d barely have time to himself, but still, you could just feel envy eat away at you when he'd be packing an overnight bag. Again. You didn’t want to sound like a bad mother, so you’d never admit it to anyone, but you longed for a night away in a hotel, just so you could get 10 consecutive hours of pure blissful sleep.

When you turned off the hoover after getting most of the store front done, you could hear Joe’s footsteps coming down the stairs. You looked around and felt happy enough with the floors, but the displays were messy still, and the counter had so much random shit on it, you didn’t really know where to begin.

You heard the kettle go on in the breakroom, and shortly after, Joe appeared and saw you stood in the middle of the store, both hands pressed against your cheeks and your eyes found each other.

“There’s too much,” you said, clearly overwhelmed, trying to numb yourself enough to be able to deal with all of it.

“There’s three things,” Joe reassured, placing the baby monitor he’d been holding on the counter and coming in to hug you. “There’s you and me, there’s Alfie, and there’s the bookstore.” Joe tried his best to remind you of his priorities, making the huge mountain of work you couldn’t see around slightly translucent in the moment. “It’s just three things,” he tucked you under his chin and rested his head on top of yours.

Joe was wrong, though. It was more than three things; there were shelves, displays, the counter, the till that needed doing still, and then also the entirety of the breakroom, and you hadn’t even thought about what else laid in wait for you upstairs, in the apartment. But you appreciated Joe trying to make it easier for you, even if it didn’t really help. Your body ached as Joe squeezed you tighter before letting go when he heard the kettle boil, and it only reminded you more of how your body felt like it had aged 10 years over the past 12 months.

Joe jogged on over to the breakroom, to make tea no doubt, and you knew that what you needed to do, was get started on a task. You looked over at the counter and were interrupted by the baby monitor springing to life. It was just soft mumbling from Alfie’s tiny voice, nothing that needed checking on, but it reminded you only more of the responsibilities and the weight of them on your shoulders. When Joe walked back in with two steaming mugs of tea, he found you still stood in the same spot, but now on the verge of crying.

“Come on,” Joe nodded his head towards the armchairs in the window. “Let’s sit.”

You obliged, even if it was just because Joe took charge. He could’ve said “Do the till first,” and you would’ve just as easily done that, you thought. But letting yourself fall back into an armchair and accepting the hot mug of tea Joe held out for you felt much nicer than doing actual work, obviously. Joe sat down opposite you, took a careful sip of his tea, decided it was too hot to drink, and placed it down on the little side table before reaching for one of your legs.

“Did Alfie go down easily?” you asked, blowing into your mug, letting Joe take off your shoes one by one. 

“Ssh, no baby talk,” Joe shushed you. You used the no-baby-talk-rule very sparingly, only when one of you would realise that all of your recent conversations had exclusively revolved around Alfie. Or, when you’d have friends over that didn’t have children – you never wanted to become the couple that could speak of nothing else but your child, even though there were always so many things to talk about, things to discuss, things to ask each other. But Joe called it now. No baby talk. You looked at him for a second over your mug. “He went down fine,” Joe quickly said, smiling, knowing it’d drive you crazy if he’d just let your question dangle in between you without an answer.

When your second shoe was off, you were about to pull your leg back to pull both up onto the chair, but Joe didn’t let you. Instead, he held onto your foot, sat back in his own chair comfortably and started kneading. You frowned and let your head fall to the side, relaxing. That felt nice.

“Don’t,” you started, but you made yourself laugh. “Don’t smell your hands after, my feet can’t smell great after today,” and without even the slightest of hesitations, Joe bent over in the chair slightly to press his nose onto your sock. “They’re fine,” he lied. You knew they weren’t, but Joe was sweet and Joe didn’t want to say the wrong thing and make you cry, and that in and of itself made your eyebrows pinch together.

“Ew, no, you’re right, they stink,” Joe tried to save the situation, but it was too late, because trying to make you laugh only made you love him more, and you sobbed through a smile. You felt delirious, laughing and crying at the same time, whilst Joe kept massaging your foot with firm fingers, eyebrows scrunched up as he looked at you a little worried.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” it almost made you feel like you were in therapy.

You shrugged through tears. You thought Joe knew what was wrong.

“Sometimes I don’t think I can do it,”

“So then don’t,”

You scoffed at Joe as you used the backs of your hands to dry your cheeks, quick to erase any sign of them in true mum-fashion. Obviously, Joe’s suggestion wasn’t an option.

“Don’t open the store tomorrow,” you knew Joe meant well, but it felt like a challenge, and you didn’t appreciate it. You thought Joe knew what you were thinking, so you refrained from answering. 

“You know financially you don’t have to,”

Of course, you knew that. If this had been about the money, you’d never ever taken over the store in the first place. It was never about money. It was about the books, and about your family - your granddad. It was about the accomplishment and about the independence; all of it mattered, and it mattered to your customers too, and so you'd vowed that having Alfie wouldn’t change much. The fact that Joe was raking in deal after deal was nice, but your store was still your store, with or without Joe's financial support. 

“And then where will it end? Shutting the whole place down eventually?” you put your mug down too forcefully.

Joe groaned at your doom-thinking, now letting your foot go and leaning over to grab the sides of your armchair, like he’d done so many times before, pulling it forward to close the distance between you. 

“That’s quite the leap,” he said, reaching to cup your face and wiping his thumbs over tear marks you hadn’t yet wiped away yourself. “I promise you the world won’t end if you don’t open the store tomorrow,” Joe cooed with his head slightly tilted. It felt impossible to explain how every fibre of your being disagreed with Joe, even though logically you knew he was right, you didn’t feel he was right. You couldn't not open tomorrow. Joe didn't get it, and you thought he must have forgotten.

You looked around, suddenly feeling the rush of work in your body and feeling the ticking of time in your brain. Your hands itched to tidy a display. But Joe saw, and used his hands on your face to pull you in for a kiss.

You let him, but made sure to keep it quick pecks.

"You cured me, I think I can do it," you lied, patting Joe on the outside of his thighs and getting up. Joe reached for your arm to grab, and when you looked at him, at your Joey with his big brown pleading eyes, he made you frown. "I can do it," you repeated, only frustrating Joe more.

"You're going to work yourself into the ground one day,"

It was a comment you could've taken as a compliment. It meant you had great work ethic. A passion for your job. A strong character.

But Joe didn't mean it as a compliment. He meant it as a warning.

"I'm fine," you said, now busy straightening books, counting the stacks, rearranging as you went.

"All right, you're fine," Joe scoffed, obviously not buying it and now getting up himself, leaving the mugs of tea forgotten. "I'm not going to be walking in on you crying in the store every night, just for you to tell me that you're fine whilst completely ignoring me," Joe walked around the counter and started piling everything he knew shouldn't be on there. He was annoyed that you'd started working, and that you clearly wanted to open up shop tomorrow, but he'd still help you. Joe wasn't awful.

"I'm not ignoring you," you said, rushing over to take over whatever Joe was doing, afraid he'd do something wrong with the potential of you misplacing or losing something important. Joe only grew more irritated from it. "There just things to get done." You explained, realising Joe had done exactly what he needed to do to get you in gear to get the bookstore ready for another day.

But he wasn't happy about it.

"There's three things," Joe said, exhaling a quick breath loudly through his nostrils with eyes closed in annoyance.

"Bookstore's one of them," you were quick to argue, eyes going over every single item that you categorized into separate piles on the counter. Joe hated that your full attention wasn't with him.

"Exactly. Just one. A third of your time. A third."

Joe spoke so sternly, it made you stop what you were doing to look at him. You scanned his face for a hint of soft love, maybe a little left over worry from earlier, but you couldn't find any.

"Joe, I..." you let your eyes scan the room before they wandered up the shelves and around. The bookstore was your life. Joe had always understood. He'd made himself part of it. Why was it suddenly a problem? Why today?

Before either one of you could say anything, the baby monitor in front of you beeped, prompting both of you to look at it, and you heard the quiet cries from Alfie that slowly became louder.

"Another third," Joe said, barely moving to look at you, his eyes doing the most. You didn't know what to say, how to respond to that. Instead, you let your eyes dartle between the baby monitor and the work in your hands, not moving, but also not knowing what to do as Alfie's cries grew steadily in volume.

"No, that's okay, I'll go," Joe said it in the most passive aggressive manner you'd ever heard him speak to you as he stepped backwards, away from the counter as he looked at you. Then he brought a finger to his chest, poked it twice and said, "A third." before turning and leaving to go check on your 10 month old son.

Joe'd left you speechless. And angry. And sad. You already were so tired, and now he's just insinuated that you weren't making enough time for Alfie and for him? For Joe? The guy who went off to film on location for weeks? Who'd travel to three countries in a week for, and you weren't exaggerating, parties? And now you were the bad guy because you had had a long hard day at work and still had things to do to be ready for opening up the store tomorrow? The math wasn't mathing, and you blinked away angry tears, hating that you felt guilty over staying down in the bookstore to do your job.

You sniffed loudly, watery eyes obstructing your vision that you wiped away angrily, annoyed grunts leaving you when you heard Joe walk into Alfie's room on the monitor.

"Shhh, it's okay, Alfie," Joe's voice sounded crackly through the tiny speakers. It was followed by footsteps, soft rustling, Alfie's cries dying out, and then soft shushing from Joe. You knew Joe had picked Alfie up and was now swaying him in his arms, pressed tightly against his body. "Come on, little man," Joe then whispered, followed by soft kissing sounds, and you heard footsteps leaving Alfie's bedroom.

You knew Joe was taking Alfie over to your bed, which meant a couple of things. One, your crying picked up, which you didn't like. Two, Joe wouldn't be coming back down to help out, which would mean it was going to take you longer. Not ideal after the whole "three things" schpiel Joe just gave you. And three, you'd have Alfie in the bed with you which almost guaranteed you wouldn't get the good night of sleep that you yearned for so badly.

You knew then that Joe'd forgotten.

Joe would've never talked to you the way he had tonight if he hadn't forgotten.

It was just before midnight when you threw the last few toys into a basket in the corner of the breakroom. You sighed loudly and checked the time. The breakroom was tidy and clean, and you walked into the front to give that a last look over too. The armchair that Joe had pulled forward was the one thing still out of place, and when you used your knees to push it back into its original spot, you checked the time again, and saw it was just three more minutes.

So, you sat down in your granddad's old armchair, and you waited. For some reason, you needed to be down in the store for it. 

You let your eyes drift up the shelves and saw the one book you'd never sell, still in its spot, right where it belonged. You'd already cried so much tonight, for several reasons and several feelings, but grief hadn't been one of them yet, so these tears felt different. You pulled up your knees in a bid to comfort yourself, which worked a little, and snuggled up into the plush chair. With hot tears in your eyes, you tried to relax as you watched the clock pass midnight.

It was now officially five years ago that your grandfather had passed away.

You let your mind overtake itself with memories, closing your eyes with trembling lips to visualise him as clearly as you could, trying to remember the sound of his voice, his laughter, his proud eyes and the wisdom he'd speak. You could really use some of his wise words right now. 

With your heart full of ache and nostalgia, you knew that Joe was right. But just for now, it didn't matter that he was. Just for now, you allowed the bookstore to be all three of your thirds. Just for now, it was just you and your granddad down in the store, and you envisioned him telling you to keep the store closed the next day, and you silently promised him through tears that you would.

You let sleep eventually overtake you, and dozed off in the armchair where you, and you didn't mean for this to happen at all, accidentally got the best night's sleep you'd had in weeks.

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[mlembug]

Shy boy meets teasing girl

Description: A geeky university student confesses to his crush, gets turned into a girl. Shenanigans happen. Chapter 1 originally published: 13th of May 2019

Chapter 1 "Now this is a story all about how…"

A loud noise of my alarm clock woke me up.

“Ugh…”, I grunted, knowing that five hours are not enough for a healthy sleep. Still, I begrudgingly rose from the bed and continued with my morning routine. The clock indicated it’s 7 o’clock. Just enough time to shower and catch a bus.

I met up with my friend, Eric, who happened to be riding the same bus to uni.

“Hi! How it’s going, Patrick?”, he asked.

“Yeah, well, you know. Stuff.”, I responded.

“That wasn’t very informative.”, he told me.

“Yeah, it’s just I’m sleepy and not in a mood.”

“That’s what you kept telling me over the last month.”

“I can’t help it, Factorio is just so addicting.”

“If you keep going through life like that, you’ll finish uni without scoring with a single girl.”

“Man, is it all you keep doing in your life? Taking enjoyment in hedonistic pleasures of life?”

“I don’t really want to hear that from you. Also, how are your attempts with Wendy going?”

I was shocked. “How do you…?”

“That’s obvious from your face. You spend most of your time on lectures staring at her.”, Eric responded.

“This is a secret between us.”, I responded quickly.

“Sure, sure. But, you know, the longer you keep that a secret, the bigger is the chance that she’ll slip away from you.”

“There’s no reason why she would want to be with me, you know.”

“You just need some confidence, and you’ll easily attract girls.”, Eric said. “How about this one: I’ll give you 70 bucks if you confess to Wendy today. Even if you get rejected, you’ll still have 70 bucks.”

Thought about it a bit. “Deal.”

“Looking forward to it.”

“Better prepare the money.”, I said, a bit more confident than before. Wendy is a friend I’ve got to know only recently, after I enrolled into college, because of her being in the same group as me. While she wasn’t completely a stranger, trying to ask her out felt to me like a gamble. Then again, it’s not like I had ever attempted asking out girls, so who knows.

I couldn’t focus on the lecture much, instead I tried coming up with an idea how to approach her. Oh well, I could just try the straightforward thing. I take my phone and type out:

“After lecture, can we talk for a bit in private? I have something to tell you.”

“All right.”, she responded.

…and now we wait.

We met at the usual place.

“There’s something I want to tell you.”, I said, then continued:

“I’ve been looking up to you for the last few weeks. Will you go out with me?”

“On one condition. You’ll need to change for me - drink this.”, she hands me a ordinarily-looking bottle with a red liquid.

“Eh? That’s it?”, I asked, twisting off the cap and lifting the bottle in order to drink it.

“Wait, you don’t know yet what will happen if you drink it!” - she interrupted me.

I stopped, and then she continued with something I never expected to hear:

“You’ll turn into a girl.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Because I’ll definitely turn into a girl by drinking this. Ha ha.”

I chugged down the entire bottle.

“See? Nothing happened. Does this mean we’re going out now?”

“Sure, we’ll meet here again, tomorrow 5PM.”

“5PM? All right, see ya!”

I walked away.

“…That was weird.”, I thought. “Why would she make such a joke at that moment…?”

The rest of the day at uni was fairly uneventful, so I rode the bus back home, and kept playing Factorio. Around midnight I noticed that somehow I was way more tired than usual, so I laid down in the bed. Despite me feeling so tired, I had a hard time falling asleep, so I can’t remember the exact moment I did. My sense of consciousness faded…

I found myself in high school, talking with Eric, when all of a sudden my clothes change into a schoolgirl uniform! He didn’t seem to notice this, somehow. So I try to allude to this in my conversation.

“Is there something weird about the clothes I’m wearing right now?”, I asked.

“No, what’s wrong with them? No stains or anything.”

I frowned.

“I get it that a girl like you pays a lot of attention to her appearance, but you seem to be panicking too much.”

What.

I tried to walk around. No one seemed to pay any attention. Is there anyone who’ll comment on a guy crossdressing?!

“What are you doing here?”, Wendy asked. “Our next lesson is P.E.! We have to get going and change clothes.”

Wendy grabs my arm and drags me to the girls’ changing room. I walk towards the lockers. Several girls eyed me over, but with no comment from their side. I open my own locker, and I see my own stuff, but the clothes that are there are girls’ clothes.

…what the hell was that?

I woke up, feeling fairly refreshed. I looked at the alarm clock.

“FUCK! It’s 11! I overslept!”, I shouted, while trying to get up as soon as possible.

Fumbling around, I got up from the bed, but suddenly fell because somehow I tripped on my own pants.

“Ow.”

I lifted my legs and left the pants on the floor. Then, I ran to the bathroom. I felt that my body was lighter than usual. I looked at the bathroom mirror. It was an unusual sight. The person in the mirror moved in response to every my move, but it wasn’t me. Somehow most of the details didn’t quite match. I looked at them more closely, from head to toes. The hair was nearly reaching the shoulders, and the color of it matched my own. The face had a smooth skin, nearly babylike. The person wore the same pajama shirt I was wearing, but it was unfit to their physique. Two visible bumps were protruding out of that person’s chest. This raised the alarm signs in my brain. I moved my hands towards my chest. I felt a soft sensation. My fears were confirmed.

“WHY DO I HAVE BOOBS?”, I shouted.

I touched my body all over, feeling a smooth, soft skin. Desperately trying to deny what was happening, I moved my hands between my legs.

“It’s… it’s gone!”, I cried out. How does one become a girl overnight? How?

I asked myself in my thoughts.

Soon enough, I recalled my yesterday’s conversation.

“I have to meet Wendy as soon as possible!”

That means I have to leave my house. Leaving the house means I have to dress up. Dress up means I have to wash myself.

So I took off my clothes and walked under the shower. I can’t believe I’m about to do this. But I don’t have a choice.

I took a better look at myself. “There’s no way I’ll be able to hide these.”, I said.

I cupped one of the breasts with my hand. Even while standing straight up, it’s large enough to fill my entire hand.

It’s so soft… I wonder how would…

“This is not the time for my horny fantasies! I’m already late!”, I interrupted myself, and got down to washing my body, with as little excitement as possible.

After that, I browsed through the cabinet, looking for clothes that could possibly fit me. Digging through, I found a old shirt that I didn’t bother throwing away, but happened to be smaller than the size I’m currently wearing. This bad habit of mine of not throwing away old clothes actually saved my butt today. I finished dressing up and ran to catch a bus.

After a while later, I managed to get to uni without any incidents. I nervously looked around, searching for Wendy. She was nowhere to be found.

If I won’t meet her earlier, I’ll just have to hope she keeps her promise and she’ll be there as promised at 5PM, and in the meantime attempt to not stand out from the crowd.

“Oh, hi there!”, I heard Eric’s voice.

“How are you doing, Pa…”

I turn around.

“Oh, sorry, I got the wrong person.”, Eric said.

He can’t recognize me? That’s convenient, I don’t really want to face him right now, who knows what ideas he may get.

So I tried moving away from Eric, to avoid his stares.

It’s about 5PM, the same place as yesterday.

“Wow, you turned out nicely.”, I heard.

I immediately recognized Wendy’s voice.

“HOW COME I’M A GIRL?”, I shouted to her.

“You drank a potion which turned you into a girl. Why are you surprised?”, Wendy asked.

“Why do you treat it as something normal? People don’t usually change sex overnight!”, I said. “What will I do with my life? How will I attend uni? My life is over!”

“It’s not like I didn’t warn you before you drank that bottle.”, Wendy said. “And besides, it’s not like your life is over. Half of the world are women.”

“How will I explain this to everyone? It’s not like I’ll just say ‘oh, hey, Patrick is a girl now’ to my mom, dad, and my friends. Can I turn back?”

“I’ll help you with explanations. And yes, you can turn back. After all, since a potion managed to change you, the same potion can turn you back. But…”

“But…?”, I asked.

“Would you even want to?”, she asked seductively, moving her left hand’s index finger across my chest, and touching my chin with her right hand’s index finger.

“We’ll go on dates, buy some cute clothes, watch movies in your room and chill… Patricia.”

I squirmed at the thought of me shopping for women’s clothes.

“For what reason did I turn into a girl anyway?”

“I’m a lesbian. Normally I would’ve rejected you outright, but I’ve known you for a bit, so I thought this could work out.”

“It still feels too weird. I’ve been a guy my whole life. How am I expected to behave like a girl now? I’ll be a freak!”

“C’mon, you’ve got so far, other guys who had asked me out gave up earlier than you. Do you want to pussy out now?”, she said.

“Hmmm…”

“Give it a try, I promise I’ll make it worth it.”, she attempted to convince me.

“All right, I’ll give it a try for a week.”

“Yay! Now we’re girlfriend and girlfriend!”

“So what do we do now?”

“First we should get you in some clothes that won’t make you look suspicious.”

“What?”

“These are clearly boys’ clothes, and they’re too big for you now.”

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[elisysd]

Double trouble

Masterlist

2 years and a half after Paris

Ethan and Julia - 27 years old

When Romy and Kyle had asked them to babysit their twins, Anna and Ziggy, they were enthusiastic and happy to spend time with their godchildren. They had not believed the parents when they had told them they were little terrors, Anna especially. It had started so well, both of them being absolute angels, behaving properly and listening to whatever Julia or Ethan were saying. It was perfect until Ethan had started to give them sweets, that’s when they turned into little monsters. Anna was running everywhere as Ziggy was hiding behind every furniture or curtains he could find, in hope to scare the couple. For the first time ever, Ethan discovered that he could, indeed, become breathless in his own flat.

Julia ended up taking the matter in her own hands, scolding them and putting them in bed, away from each other. When she finally came back to the living room she plopped down on the sofa, letting out a sigh of annoyance in Ethan’s neck.

“They are killing me. I don’t know how Romy and Kyle manage.”

“I have to admit, you reprimanding them was kind of hot.”

“Get your mind out of the gutter.” she mumbled. “They are exhausting. How is that possible? They look like angels!”

“I’d say they inherited that from Romy. An angel when you first meet her and a true pain in the ass when you actually get to know her.”

Julia chuckled.

“I wanted to tell you that it was mean and not true, but you’re right.”

“Of course I do.”

They cuddled on the sofa a while longer, finally enjoying their newly found peace when they heard the door of the guestroom open and footsteps approaching to reveal Ziggy, in his dinosaur pajamas, his blonde curls falling on his blue eyes. Julia opened her arms wide, welcoming him as he rushed to her.

“What is wrong, little guy?” she asked.

“Nightmare.” he cried.

Julia kissed his hair, gently rocking him back and forth and when he finally started to go back to sleep, Ethan transported him back to the bedroom. Julia followed them to prepare for bed as well. When Ethan joined her, she was reading in bed. He quickly changed before joining her and when he was settled, she put her book on her nightstand and looked at him.

“I think we are a great team. Look at us, it’s almost midnight, the kids are sleeping, nothing has been broken, the house has not been set on fire, dinner went well, they ate everything, for the most part they were behaving nicely until you decided to turn them into monsters with your sweets… I’d say, overall, good job partner.” she yawned.

“We’ll be great parents, one day.” he confessed and it’s only when he felt her shifting that he realized what he had just said. “I mean… not tomorrow. It’s just… I was thinking… you know what? Forget.”

“We never really talked about kids. Not recently, at least.”

“Because I knew you were focused on Somnis and me on Lamborghini… but, it would be lying to say that I don’t think about it more often since Romy and Kyle have twins.”

“I love Anna and Ziggy with all my heart but I’m not sure I’m ready for a kid of our own, yet. I’m not saying it will never happen, just that I prefer the fun side of it and not the responsibilities.” she explained.

“I’ve never really pictured myself with a kid… at the same time, I’ve never thought I would ever fall in love but here we are. But… I don’t think I would want a family with anyone other than you.”

“We have time to think about it.” she said, snuggling deeper in his embrace.

“But if one day we decide that we want a baby, I’m very excited about the practice aspect of the thing, you know.”

“We don’t have to want a baby to practice.” she replied playfully.

The next day, when Kyle and Romy came back to pick up the twins, they were astonished to notice how calm and obedient they were. They were sitting on the sofa, waiting to go back home while the adults were talking, not making a sound and enjoying a kid show on the tv.

“What did you give them for them to be so…. calm? We’re not used to that.” asked Kyle.

“That’s the uncle and auntie effect. We are the best.” Ethan shrugged.

“If they keep being this way, maybe we will consider letting you babysit them more often.”

“We would love to! They can be little devils but I think we know how to handle them.” Julia replied, excitedly.

“You had them one night… don’t wish it too loudly. We might take you up on that offer.” Romy joked, Ziggy in her arms.

When the family left and peace and quiet were back, Julia and Ethan felt lost.

“What are we supposed to do now?” she asked.

“I have a few ideas…. one of them being baby practice.” Ethan winked, making her blush.

“Maybe you’re right… maybe we should practice for when the moment will be right.”

“You know they say, practice makes perfect and I think we need a lot of practice.” Ethan came closer to her, scooping her in his arms as he carried her in the bedroom.

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[missseeker]

The Stupid Things I Often Do - A Poem for Baxter Ward

When you left, I broke. Down, down, down...Never left my house, and cried without command. For days, for weeks, it broke me. For months, for years, it's scorned me. My mums just wanted me to eat. My friend just wanted me to sleep But me? I just wanted to dream of a place no longer here...

When I finally came out, it didn't help Not the people, the stores, not even the wind The only thing I found again was her, The silent moon.

I sobbed and she didn't judge I cried and prayed, but she didn't budge I told her all of what you'd done... And she seemed to feel for me.

I still sit up at night, guided only by her light And talk to her of you, when you come back into my mind. I dare not do it in front of others, they'd think me crazy still Crazy for keeping a kind of hope, one that has yet to wilt.

As time's gone on, I learned to cope. My friends were ecstatic when I drank just a Coke. My mums were happy to see me outside But really I just learned to hide, it all.

About that time I took up my brush, wilted, disused, almost painting with rust I made a pretty picture once, of a girl alone in the cold sand, and with her only friend, the moon. My loved ones thought it was a sign, that I was moving on just fine But really I made it just to remind, remind myself of you.

It still hangs across the room from me Forever there when I wake or sleep, there to remind and comfort me Even when the bed is cold beneath my fingertips, and I find myself all alone Your memory is there to hold me, together.

I taste of peppermint tea now, but it's not how I like to drown, my taste buds. In fact, I'm partial to lemon, but I find that peppermint tastes of you. So I always keep at least one box at home, in the back corner of my cabinet So that when I am cold, and sad, alone, I can always have it.

I don't drink champagne at parties anymore, Because I can't get the memories of before, to go away It still tastes like midnight, and cupcakes, and late-night decisions And I can't bring myself to stop reminiscing, when I taste it.

That condo just a few doors down, it's empty every summer now Even with new people there, I can't help but stop and stare At the door, the last place I saw you go, back when it was still your home And now I can't go inside again, even if I was invited in.

I dress in colors still, bright and bold, but sometimes it gets old So when I feel it coming on, the sadness, I dress to meet it In black and white, what you wore back then, so when the feelings come in Maybe you can come along with them, and still recognize me.

I now wear a floral perfume, but not the one I used to I used to smell like sunflowers and sky, but now I smell of roses and night And all because the scent smelt so familiar when I found it It smelt of you, and a white shirt draped over my swimsuit outfit.

I can't seem to dance anymore, for every time I step to the floor I look down just hoping to see another pair of shoes besides mine. But every time, I silently pray they're you, or they have the skills to fill your place, And they're not, and they don't, and the disappointment just won't let go of my face.

And the stupidest thing I still choose to do? I still have not let go of you, even though if I did I know I could be loved again, but by a nicer boy with blueish eyes But to me, they seem so dull, and I do despise, that they're not brown

He would gladly kiss away my pain, dance with me in pouring rain Take me away if I asked him to do so But we both know I can't do so, because I still need my hope Even if it makes me lost, left behind in the Cali dust.

I still see him hang around, waiting in this stupid town For someday when my head comes down, out of the clouds And I don't know who's stupider. The girl who waits on a fever dream? Or the boy who is okay looking after her?

So I've spent these years, aging and waiting For that dust to clear, for maybe then you'll be able to find me But until then I'll still stand sadly at the shore, forevermore Just talking with the moon.

(Originally posted on AO3 under A Book of Poetry by Jamie Last. Thought I would repost it here too to open up this page!)

#poetry #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #our life #baxter ward #heartbreak #visual novel #our life beginnings & always #our life baxter

[alastairstom]

all of you, all of me (intertwined)

This is a little drabble I wrote to try and extract myself from writer's block. It's a gift for @alastaircarstairsdefenselawyer, because they once told me that Daylight was the perfect Thomastair song. This is, in fact, gospel truth. I hope you enjoy this little ficlet - it has no real plot, but it's still something I wanted to share. I'm posting it to Tumblr because it's so short, but you can also read it on Ao3!

Alastair had always thought of love as something that burned.

It smoldered, branded, marked your skin painfully and left a scar that would ache for years. But love was love, he had told himself for years, the best thing we do.

He told himself this when Charles Fairchild cast him out of his bed, telling him to leave before the sun came up and people might see him. Love was that black and white darkness in a snow-covered wood, the cold hell of that midnight air burning his wind-whipped cheeks when he was no longer embraced in the heat of affection.

He had trusted the wicked, just as he had wounded the good.

He told himself that this was what love felt like when humiliation burned in his chest as Charles announced his engagement to Ariadne, as he forced himself to understand that love was omnipresent regardless of labels. When shame seared through him as Charles insisted that his secrets were more important than Alastair’s joy, when panic sparked in his chest as he approached him in public spaces after clear letters marked clearer boundaries.

Simmering, crackling, a cacophony of coals blazing up in the heat but never decaying. That was love, he told himself, over and over and over again.

Invulnerable. Smoldering.

Burning red. Just as hate was. Two sides of one tarnished shilling, face-down in the gutters where his father slept like some cursed rock.

But now, years later, Alastair knew that this was not true.

He was warm, now. The fire had cooled into cozy golden embers, and he had watched the coals go out last night as he sat in front of his hearth hand in hand with Thomas Lightwood. Thomas, who slept next to him now as the sun streamed through the windowpane, illuminating his angular face with golden light as the morning crept in.

Thomas’s chest rose and fell steadily, every breath an even interval. Alastair had never known a consistent sleep schedule because his entire life had been nothing but a series of jagged, uneven breaths, sneaking out and trips to gin palaces and nighttime terrors that had still never quite subsided. But, like the anchored feeling that he got when Thomas held him on those screaming nights, his joon-am held him steady here, too.

Watching Thomas’s calm face as he slept made his own heart beat in an easy rhythm, in two-four time. A constant.

He never wanted to look at anything else now that he saw his hamsar-am.

Thomas’s skin glowed in the yellow-golden light, lively despite the sleep that was still claiming him deeply. Alastair propped himself up on his elbow to see Tom more clearly, the small out-of-place hair that lay against his forehead and the stubble that stood out starkly each early morning against his tanned skin. The freckles lining his cheeks and nose, freckles that Alastair loved to kiss before the last coals of their fireplace simmered out and they curled up together, warm but comfortable, and fell into the deep sleep that Alastair was still shrugging off.

Those freckles.

Alastair could never look away.

Watching Thomas like this, Alastair could not help but think that the universe had favoured him in some way. He had endured twenty years of dark nights, painfully hot hells that had extended beyond the confines of mortal time, and yet. If this was the payoff, if Thomas was the payoff, this safety and this home and this joy…

It was more than worth it.

Alastair laid back down, his cheek comfortable against the cool pillow as he lowered his face beside Thomas’s. He reached out, then, and brushed a hand along the side of his love’s face, for no other reason than because he could. Because he was allowed this love, allowed the intimacy of seeing Thomas’s eyelids flutter as he dreamed of whatever nonsense his curiously odd poet’s brain could come up with.

Hamsar-am. Other head; other half. Other self.

Soulmate.

Perhaps in a past life, a man who would be Alastair had watched someone who was not yet Thomas, just as he did now. Perhaps in that life they had run away together, lived in a comfortable cabin in wintery woods and filled it with love and joy and golden warmth. Perhaps in another they had been princes in warring kingdoms who had abandoned the blood-red throes of war to become commoners under the yellow sunlight, chosen love over all of the burning-red responsibilities that nobility entailed.

Perhaps in a future life, they would stumble upon joy again. The man who would hold Alastair’s soul would unconsciously remember Thomas’s tattoo, which he now traced lightly as it sat above the sheet. That man would tattoo it on his own arm, and he would run into someone who would hold Thomas’s heart, and it would be an eerily familiar beginning to their hundredth life together on this world.

But even if that were true, what did that matter?

Where was the need to dream of a hazy future, when the present was so perfect?

Thomas’s hazel eyes opened slowly, and Alastair identified their golden flecks as his love traversed that untouchably odd place between sleep and awake. And then, in an uncharted reality that Alastair was unsure that he would ever get used to, Thomas smiled when he processed Alastair’s presence beside him, when he felt Alastair's warm thumb moving to trace the ink-black marks outlining his compass rose. “Mi amor? Que-”

But Alastair cut him off, pressing his lips softly against Thomas’s before pulling back with a smile. And, because he could not always tell Thomas how much he loved to trace his freckles, to contemplate the love and light that he exuded, he smirked. “You snore, did you know?”

Thomas laughed quietly, turning his body to face Alastair’s. “So you have told me. Well, you roll every which way all night, so I should say we are even.”

“You love sleeping next to me. Just as I do you,” Alastair teased, just because he liked the hum of confirmation that Thomas gave him.

And that love, that joy, it was not burning red.

Alastair knew better now.

It was golden, like those flecks in Thomas’s eyes, like the sun streaming through the window. Like the accents on the walls they had painted together in their home, like the thread that connected their souls through space and time.

Golden, like daylight.

taglist (lmk if you want to be added/removed): @staywildefairchild @sourlemons262 @belle-keys @coriia @drunkonimagination @alastaircarstairsismybff @vwritesaus @claritywithclary @luciehercndale @what-ho-christopher-put-in @life-through-the-eyes-of @alastaircarstairsdefenselawyer @bluewrite @lulusofis @oursoulstheyplay @tessherongraystairs

#thomastair #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #drabble #my fic

[neowinestainedress]

jaem/hyuck + teeth rottening fluff ?!

a/n: i hope i had to pick one of them, if you wanted them both please let me know I'll come up with something else. AND i hope it's teeth rotting enough but I'm not really sure about this one, sorry

You had arguably the worst day ever, it was so terrible that you don’t even want to think about it, but it seems like nothing can make you feel better. So even now, that you’re lying on the bed with your boyfriend Jaemin at your side you don’t feel any better.

“Come here, let me hold you,” Jaemin whispers pulling you near. “Are you cold?” He asks when he feels you cuddle closer to him, but you shake your head. 

“Just tired.”  

“Today was hard, wasn’t it?” His voice is soft, puffs of air blowing in your hair while his fingers caress the back of your hands intertwined with his. 

“You have no idea.” The tone of your voice is low and sad. You didn’t say anything when you came back home because you didn’t want to ruin his mood too, but Jaemin knows when something’s wrong. He simply respects your space and waits for you to open up. “I feel so tired, like… mentally tired. I do so much and yet I feel like it’s not enough.”

“No, baby,” he replies, kissing your cheek. “You know I’m proud of you, right? And so are all the people that love you?” 

“I guess,” you say, not totally convinced. 

Jaemin smiles and then starts kissing your face and neck, tickling you and making you laugh. 

“You think I’m a liar?” He pretends to be offended and in a second he’s over you, tickling you. 

“No, no, I would never,” you laugh through huffed breaths as he keeps torturing you. 

“Good,” he smiles, finally stopping and kissing you again and again. “Don’t think that of me ever again.” 

“Fine, I won’t… but I still feel so tired and lately we’ve barely seen each other. I miss you.” 

“Oh, so you’re in a lack of my love, that’s why you’re sick.” 

“I’m not sick.” 

“No?” 

“I told you… it’s life and I don’t even remember when was the last time we spent some time together.” 

“See,” he teases you, nose brushing against your neck, making you giggle. “You’re sick, not enough levels of love are running in your body, we gotta do something,” he jokes before he carries you outside of the bed. 

“Jaemin! What the hell! What are you doing?” 

“I’m worried about you. We need to fix this.” 

You try to fight him but then give up, it is quite late, almost ten p.m., but you can’t really complain when he leads you to the kitchen and picks out your pink apron. 

“Do I look good?” He asks, doing a twirl to show you how good it looks on him and almost falling on the floor. “Don’t laugh! I could’ve killed myself.” 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you say, gasping for air and fanning yourself as you try to stop laughing. 

Jaemin glares at you but in reality, he’s glad he’s making you laugh, he can’t stand seeing a pout on your face, and if falling like a fool is what he has to do to make you happy, he gladly will. 

“You can’t cook for me right now,” you chuckle when he turns on the oven, but then you see him grab the corn and cheese and your eyes light up. “Wait! Are you making corn cheese?” 

Jaemin turns to you, now that you’ve reached his side to see better what he’s doing and lifts a brow. “I thought I wasn’t supposed to cook this late.” 

“No, shut up! I love it. It’s my favorite midnight snack.”

“I know it is, that’s why I’m cooking it for you.” 

You smile, hugging him tightly, resting your head against his arm and say, “You know I love you so, so, so much?” 

“You’re such an opportunist,” he jokes. 

After mixing all the ingredients together and putting the baking tray in the oven, it takes less than ten minutes for it to cook. 

You almost miss the timer going off, too busy dancing in the kitchen with the music Jaemin turned on because he didn’t want to just sit there and wait for it to be done. 

“You almost burned it,” you say when he takes it out. 

“You like it better when it’s crunchy,” he replies, placing it on the table before he turns around and grabs the bread chips to eat it with, he knows you like to use them instead of a spoon or chopsticks.  

“I’ll pretend to believe you did this on purpose.” 

Jaemin rolls his eyes again before he brings the food to the living room, placing it on the coffee table waiting for you to sit next to him. 

“Here,” he says, wrapping a soft blanket all over you. 

“Hey, I look like a burrito,” you whine when he ties the front so well that you can’t even move your hands. 

“Yummy, I might eat you after I finish this all to myself,” he jokes, picking up the first bite of the corn. 

“Na Jaemin, don’t you dare,” you warn him, struggling in the blanket and doing so falling behind on the floor. 

“Dumbass, get me out of here!” You scream, trying to sound menacing but his laugh makes you start laughing again. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, turning your body around, trying to keep a straight face but your ‘angry’ face being the only thing peeking out of the blanket makes him start laughing again. 

“You’re sleeping on the couch in three –” 

“Okay, okay, I’ll get you out of here.” He doesn’t let you finish, immediately freeing your arms from the hold. “I just wanted to keep you warm,” he pouts when you sit next to him again. 

“Then let’s put it here,” you say, wrapping the blanket around both of your shoulders, and keeping it still with one hand. “Better, don’t you think so?” 

Jaemin hums, scooting closer to you, but it’s still not enough. So he pulls you between his legs, his body keeping you warm while he places the blanket on your legs. “Now this is better.” 

“You’re so cheesy,” you mumble mockingly, but the smile on your face can be heard in your words. 

“Not as cheese as this,” he jokes, pointing at the pot full of corn cheese in front of you. “We better start eating before it gets cold.” 

You two stay up for more than an hour, eating and talking about anything, but especially making plans together for the upcoming weekend. And when your eyelids get heavy, Jaemin carries you to your bed, laying you under the bedsheets before he joins you on the other side, his arms wrapping around your waist, his heartbeat against your back, and his nose between your hair. 

Sleep takes over you soon in that cosiness, but before you completely fall into a deep slumber you can still make out his words. 

“I love you so much, baby. And if I could take all the weight of this world off your shoulders, I would do it with no hesitation.” 

#anon answered #jaemin fluff #na jaemin fluff #jaemin scenarios #nct dream fluff #nct fluff #once again this is not in the tags tumblr is tired of me ik

[rumbelleshowdown]

Author: Smokey Willow

Prompts: Save me from myself. Stormy weather, bed-sharing. Possess.

Group: C

-

Evening of Judgement

Belle couldn’t sleep. The storm outside wouldn’t allow it. Long, blue fingers continually raked down from the sky, thunder following immediately after. It pummeled her window, rattling the iron framework as if shaking the bars of a cage. The roar of expelled energy was enough to make her believe the miniature, warped panes would tumble down on her at any moment. This tempest was a beast reaching out with sharp talons, clawing at her mind, refusing to relinquish its hold. It was trying to break into her tiny cell and it was not interested in hiding those intentions.

Flash after flash of light turned the stone walls into blocks of ice. Watching the exanimate rectangles fight back to reclaim themselves sent a shiver down Belle’s spine. Colors flashed between the white and blue of winter and the yellows and browns of summer. Which version of these stone chameleons would prevail? Now, in the hours between midnight and dawn, and with no sleep to guide her mind to a more logical conclusion, Belle decided there was no way to tell.

The single sheet over her body did little to bolster her courage or keep her warm, yet Belle tucked it up to her chin anyway. One layer of defense against this storm was better than none, after all, especially when she was this exposed. Directly across from her bed, the entrance to her cell was only a simple wooden archway, opening her chamber up to the public hallway beyond. It mocked her need for seclusion. It kept nothing out yet locked her in. She could choose to leave, but then her reasons for staying would be pulverized to dust beneath the boot of the most powerful ruler in the land. No, it was better to be still, better to let the storm claim her sanity and the monster rattle the bars of her cage than to seek refuge elsewhere.

Lightning crackled just beyond her window, turning the stones blue again. The brilliance highlighted a newly formed shadow at the entrance to her room, but then the pitch black of night consumed it again. Belle swallowed and squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that the observer would believe her to be asleep and go away. After several breaths she found one eyelid creeping open just enough to notice that the dark form was getting closer. Between lightning strikes it had moved and now stood at the foot of her bed. She swallowed, heart pounding, and waited silently to discover her fate.

“Belle…” Rumple’s voice trembled like the glass in her window. She sat up at the sound of it, grateful that he was the intruder.

The whisper she returned to him was harsh with chastisement. “Rumple! What are you doing here? They can’t catch you with me.”

The shadow stepped around to the side of her bed and another branch of lighting flashed, making Rumplestiltskin’s cheeks sparkle. “I can’t sleep.” His hand reached for the thin white cloth she clutched and tried to gently pull it away.

“You can’t stay here.” Her words came out like the hiss of a snake, fighting him as she struggled to maintain control of the sheet. Eventually, he relinquished his grip. “If anyone catches us we’ll be exiled.”

They both knew what exile meant. Rumple’s head lowered in shame. “I can’t stay away,” he breathed. “I’m possessed by a dark evil, Belle. I don’t belong here. I need you.”

“You do belong here. Your heart is as pure as anyone else’s.”

Rumple shook his head. “You know that isn’t true.”

He warned her this would happen. Without the power of the darkness asserting itself inside of him, this Dark One was a different man than the one she had come to know. Weak and powerless, he trembled before her, flinching with every clap of thunder or flash of light.

Belle took in a deep breath, preparing herself for the battle to come. “Do you remember what you told me before we agreed to this?”

Blank eyes met hers, staring through her as though she didn’t exist. “I told you to save me from myself,” Rumple croaked while his lip quivered.

She bobbed her head once, sharply. “And what did I tell you?”

“That we would get through this together,” Rumple said, now openly weeping. “That you wouldn’t leave me at any cost.”

“And I didn’t. I’m here. But we can’t be seen together. Do you remember that? You have to go to your bed, Rumple. They’ll be checking.” She willed him to follow her direction, but instead, he reached for the sheet again.

“Please.” Vulnerability stretched the single word into an eternal length of pure desperation. It finally did her in.

Reluctantly, Belle moved closer to the wall, lifting the sheet to make room for him in her cot. Rumple scrambled to join her, but instead of taking the space she offered, he lowered himself directly on top of her. She tried to protest, but he burrowed into her flesh like an animal who had just reunited with its mother.

She rolled her eyes to the ceiling, wishing it had answers. “You warned me this would happen, Rumple. We made a deal.”

“Please. Forget the deal. I take it back. Every word. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll do anything. You have to save me. Save me from myself. Make everything right again. Please. Please.”

Belle hated this part of him; this utter failure in believing in his strengths. Yet each word muttered into her neck still pulled at the warmer places in her heart. “What can I do?”

“Help me sleep.” Rumple’s arms encircled her, compressing her ribs in his vise-like grip.

Behind her head, another flash came from the window and Belle’s eyes flicked up to watch the light break into a million fractal points. Glass warped over time and some of these rippled circlets were clearly ancient. It made her wonder how long the people here had lived in this way. How many private lives were forced to be made public each day?

“Love me.” Another plea from the man she could not push away.

“What you want isn’t going to work,” she whispered into his ear, biting the words short as she struggled to at least attempt it. “They made sure of that.”

She was given no response, though Rumple did ease the pressure from around her chest. After a single breath, his body released the tension it had been holding in, going utterly limp. His dead weight was much more to deal with than his desperation had been.

“What did they do to you?” Belle’s fingers ran through his hair as she murmured the words and fought her own tears. Through the blur of them was her nightmare, an image appeared in her mind, making her correct the accusation with bitterness. “What did she do?”

There was no time to find an answer to her question, for in the same moment, footsteps echoed down the hall.

Belle’s eyes darted to the exposed entry. She shoved Rumple with all of her might, growling into his ear. “Get up! They’re coming!” Somehow she managed to throw him to the floor, the impact startling him to consciousness.

“Belle?” His pained expression accused her of causing all the pain in the world, but neither of them could afford for her to give in to it now.

“They’re coming,” she snapped, finger whipping through the air to point at the hall. “You have to magic yourself to your room. Do you understand?”

Rumple’s eyes drifted lazily over her, but there was nothing in them but pain. Finally, he nodded and then he was gone.

Belle closed her eyes and listened to her pounding heart, wishing it didn’t block out the sound of each tread on the stone floor. Thick, heavy boot heels tapped their way into her cell, then paced in a circle around her. After two circuits, the stranger was satisfied and retreated the way they had come.

The breath Belle held released itself in a rush, but it did not deflate the tension within her. If their hosts were this thorough, tomorrow would be a trial for everyone.

-

#rumbelle showdown #round one #smokey willow #rumbelle fic

[lovevalley45]

#fictober23 day six

"I can't wait for you."

original fiction (power payback)

word count: 562

Haley was no stranger to calls from home. Her parents were always calling to check up on her - and her grades. But they rarely called after 9 PM, especially not waking her up at midnight. 

She fumbled for her light, then grabbed her phone off the table. The caller ID read HUGO GARDNER.

As she rubbed her eyes, she thought about how she hadn’t heard from him in weeks. She’d been getting worried, leaving him back at home. Her parents hadn’t said anything about him, no good news or bad. 

Haley figured if he was calling this late, the only news was bad news. 

She answered the call. “Hugo?”

“I’m leaving,” Hugo said. He sounded out of breath, like he’d been running. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“What?” she asked. “Where- where the hell are you going?”

“I don’t know yet.” She heard a shuffling sound, then a zipper. “Just- somewhere. Anywhere but here.”

“If this is because of your dad, you know my parents-”

“I know. I know they would. B-but my dad would know too,” he said. “I can’t risk it.”

She wasn’t awake enough for this scenario, her gears still worn out from a day of classes and addled by the few hours of sleep she had gotten. “Thanksgiving is only a few weeks away, and it’s nearly the end of the semester, can’t you-”

“I can’t wait for you, Haley,” Hugo said, his voice firm. “My dad- he found out that I’m gay. Well, bi, but he doesn’t care about the nuance that much. Like it’s not enough that I’m also a Talent, a burnt out one at that.”

“Oh, Hugo-”

“Don’t oh, Hugo me,” he said. “I don’t-” He sighed. “We had a fight, things got intense and-” Hugo paused to take a shaky breath, before he said, “Yeah. I gotta go.”

Haley couldn’t argue with him anymore. Whenever Hugo and his dad had a fight, it was way more than yelling and slamming doors. Even after Hugo’s burnout, the one his father had caused, it was never just an argument. 

She wished that he felt safe at her parents’. She wished that his father wasn’t right across the street, sure to go on the warpath the moment he noticed his son was missing. She wished she was closer. 

“Hugo?”

“Yeah?” he asked.

Sitting on the edge of her bed, she told him, “I don’t know how long you’ll be able to stay with me, but uh, if you need a place to crash, I’ve got a couch. I don’t think my roommate will be too pleased about it, but at least for a while.”

Hugo was quiet for a moment. “Bright City’s a little far,” he pointed out. 

“I know. But it’s farther than your dad’s, and you’ll at least know someone.” 

“Okay,” he said in a soft voice. “I’m going to go.”

“Right now? Or in the morning?” she asked. 

“Uh-” He paused, before saying, “I mean, my dad’s asleep right now. Better not to risk it.”

“Right,” Haley muttered. “Be safe.”

“Don’t worry,” Hugo said. “I can protect myself.”

“I know you can. Call me when you get here.”

Hugo hung up, and she sat in the spot of light her lamp provided her. It had been bright when she woke up, and now it flickerly dimly. 

“I hope you’re right, Hugo,” she muttered.

#alli writes shit #fictober23 #power payback #haley coello-sterling #emery gori #it took me six days to cave n write smth power payback related lol #but it's a flashback with a not-so-mysterious person lol

[dearfuturehusbandblog]

Update On Not Sleeping: I Sleeped

Dear Future Husband, 

So, Friday night I took a generic sleep aid. 

I rarely use these, but when I do, I never take the official dosage (usually like a half a pill, which is 1/4 of a dose) and I’ve only ever experienced help falling asleep, not actually staying asleep. So I’ll wake up at like 6am to go to the bathroom and then just be wide awake for hours. 

But I was practically falling on my face after dinner, having gone like 48 hours with no sleep and was afraid when I got into bed I’d be over that sleep hump and just be wide awake and unable to sleep again. 

Which kind of happened. 

I had to make my bed, and I think the process of like changing to pajamas, brushing my teeth, and making my bed “rewoke” me and when I actually got into bed, I was no longer yawning and just staring at the ceiling wide eyed. 

So I took the sleep aid. 

But since it wasn’t even 12am yet, and I didn’t want to wake up at like 4 or 5 in the morning and be wide awake with no reasonable time to take another sleep aid, so I took the full dose. 

You guys. 

I’m not a drug person. 

And by that I mean both recreational and medical.

I was pumped full of garbage when I was a kid and as an adult I have a major aversion to all of it. 

As a kid I got migraines all the time and my parents had me taking adult dosages of excedrin and/or advil. When I was sick, it would be buckets of cough syrup or benadryl or sudafed. 

And I’ve come to realize that most of it is unnecessary. If you eat and drink properly, colds go away on their own. And my migraines never needed adult dosages of anything. These days I take ONE advil liquigel and that’s generally sufficient. If not, I take a second. As a kid, my parents had me on FOUR. EVERY SIX HOURS. 

And for the record, no they never asked a doctor. 

And no, they never told my doctor. 

So as an adult, I avoid medications whenever possible. For infections/allergies or skin irritations or something that requires antibiotics, I get it and I’m on board. Everything else can go jump in a lake. We overprescribe for everything these days. I mean, I don’t even generally drink alcohol aside from the arba kosos on Pesach. 

But this means that in general, my body isn’t used to the affects of these things. 

Also the expiration date was 2017 so I have no idea how that affects the diphenhydramine or whatever it is. 

And I took the full adult regular dosage of 2 pills because I didn’t want to wake up at some ungodly hour and be stuck wide awake when I needed to sleep.

This meant that I fell asleep before midnight and woke up just before noon. 

But here’s the problem: I drank a lot of water before I went to sleep and I’m guessing I didn’t wake up at all in the middle of the night because it got into my dreams that I needed to go to the bathroom and in the dream I was having when I woke up, I was going to the bathroom. 

Things didn’t get that far in real life (thank god!), but when I woke up, I had to RUN to the bathroom, which is something that never happens to me. Like ever. Probably TMI here, but I generally have a strong bladder and can hold it for a while, unlike the rest of my family. 

Anywho. As long as I was up, it felt stupid to crawl back into bed, despite still being so tired. So while I was up I brushed my teeth, got dressed, went out to the living room, said hi to BigSis, sat down on the couch with a book and.... promptly fell asleep again. For another six hours. 

Y’all. I slept about 18 hours on Shabbos. 

I mean, I guess I needed it but dang. 

I wasn’t in a comfortable position, so I kept waking myself up with snores (another thing I don’t generally do), and each time MotherLivelyHeart and BigSis were at different stages. At one point MLH had just come out for coffee. Then they were setting up for lunch. Then they were eating lunch (I missed the whole kiddush/motzei part). Then lunch was over and BigSis was reading and MLH was laying down. Then BigSis was asleep. 

It was like the passing of time in between stretches of trying to get this drug out of my system. For the rest of the day, it was still making me not process things well. 

So crazy. 

And... that’s kind of it. 

I was kind of wired again last night when I tried to go to sleep, so I took another sleep aid, this time just the 1/4 of a dose I usually do, and got 6 decent hours of sleep. So I’ll probably stick with that dosage going forward. Though I may experiment with a 1/2 dose, just to see if I can get something between 6 and 18 hours of sleep. lol

Now, if only I can regulate that and get onto a normal sleep schedule for the first time in my 30+ years on this planet...

That’ll be the day that pigs fly, I’m sure. But if it does happen, I’ll probably make an update. 

For now, I’ve learned that drugs and I do not agree. And I’m generally fine with that.

-LivelyHeart

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[ailendolin]

This has been in my head since I saw the prompts and I cannot let go of it, so

⚡ Scared of thunderstorms for Vex and Irk, please? 😚

Here is your fic, dear! I hope you enjoy some father-son fluff 💙

Next up:

❤️‍🩹 Reunited after a long time apart - Dissectus & Voltari

🎮 Games - Mary, Annie and alive Kitty

🌧️ Rainy day activities - Humphrey & Sophie

🩸 Patching up a wound - Alison/Mike

🥰 Saying ‘I love you’ without saying it - Thomas/Isabelle

Ask Game is here. Filled prompts are here, here & here on AO3.

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Far Away

⚡ Scared of thunderstorms

It was just after midnight when Vex got woken up by a hesitant tug on his nightshirt. He mumbled something against the soft fabric of his pillow, still half-asleep, before he turned around and opened his eyes to see his son standing beside the too large bed with unruly, sleep-mussed hair and an anxious look on his face.

“Irk,” Vex exhaled softly, blinking the last remnants of sleep away. “What’s wrong?”

Before Irk could answer, lightning flashed across the sky outside the window and lit up the room. A booming roll of thunder followed hot on its heels, making Irk flinch.

“Can I stay here tonight?” he whispered when the noise had faded away. “With you?”

Vex felt his heart melt. “Of course you can. Come on, hop in.”

He shuffled backwards a little to make room and opened his arms. Irk crawled into them with a relieved sigh and curled up against his chest – something he hadn’t done since he was a toddler. Vex held him close, savouring the moment, before he whispered softly, “It’s okay to be scared, you know?”

“I’m not scared,” Irk mumbled in that petulant way that seemed to come so natural to children of his age. It never failed to make Vex smile. “Not for myself, at least.”

Oh, Vex thought.

“Your mum and Alvin are perfectly safe where they are,” he said and moved his hand in reassuring circles over his son’s back.

“How do you know that?” Irk asked. “One of my books, it talks about great storms, Dad, created by sea serpents–“

“In legends,” Vex pointed out patiently.

Irk huffed. “That doesn’t mean they’re not true. Or that there’s no danger.”

Vex exhaled slowly.

“You’re right,” he said at last, changing tactics because he knew that’s what Ho-Tan would do. “But your mum would never let anything happen to Alvin – you know that, right? They’re probably watching the storm just like we are right now, all cuddled up in bed, perfectly safe and sound.”

Irk pulled back a little to look up at him. Another flash of lightning revealed his wide eyes for a brief moment before they were hidden just as quickly in the darkness again. “Do you think they’re talking about us too?”

Vex reached up to brush back a few strands of his son’s curly hair. “I’m sure they’re missing us just as much as we are missing them.”

When Irk’s bottom lip began to wobble, Vex pulled him close again. It didn’t take long before he felt tears dampen the collar of his nightshirt, and a moment later Irk quietly sobbed, “I want them to come home, Dad.”

“Me too, bug,” Vex murmured and pressed a kiss against his temple. “Me too.”

Three days ago, Ho-Tan and Alvin had gone on a trip to the seaside Ho-Tan had promised her Younger as a Thanktival gift. Vex had known about the trip for months now and yet nothing could have prepared him for them being actually gone. The longest he and Ho-Tan had been apart in the last few years was a day, and he felt her absence keenly every time he looked to his right and found the space beside him empty. He missed watching her try to tame Irk’s unruly hair every morning and seeing Irk pat her arm with a lopsided smile when she inevitably gave up; missed hearing Alvin’s breathless giggles as he observed them rather than eat his cereal, and he missed braiding his son’s hair in Ho-Tan’s fashion – something that never failed to make either of them smile.

“When will they be back again?” Irk sniffed, pulling him from his melancholy thoughts.

“Tomorrow evening,” Vex told him.

Irk let out a frustrated sigh before he laid his head back on Vex’s chest. “That’s still so far away.”

“I know,” Vex said softly. Unable to stand seeing his son so dejected, he added, “How about you and I go into the woods tomorrow morning and pick some flowers for them as a welcome back present?”

“Mum and Alvin love flowers,” Irk mumbled around a yawn. “I’ll find the prettiest ones just for them.”

“I’m sure you will,” Vex whispered with a smile as Irk finally gave in to the pull of sleep. He turned his head towards the window and thought of Ho-Tan and Alvin watching the same storm roll across the sky so very far away from home.

He couldn’t wait to hold them in his arms again.

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[acciotherapists]

Far From Home (Chapter 14: A Way Out)

Loki x Reader

Y/n Y/l/n never thought her past would come back to find her. After all who would look for her on Midgard? But one day in the small town of Puento Antiguo her world is turned upside down when an old friend turns up, threatening everything she has built and the people she’d fought so hard to protect. What happens when the life she left behind finally catches up with her? What happens when the old flame she thought had burned out reignites within her?

Warnings: language (sorry, Steve), eventual smut (slow burn), angst, some mentions of torture (most things won’t be detailed but anything that gets a bit more specific will be warned at the beginning of the chapter)

“What’s troubling you, my child?” Frigga asks as we sit on the balcony connected to my room.

“Hm?” I looked up, my eyes locking with hers as I was pulled from my thoughts. 

“You’re far away, dear,” she chuckled, taking a sip of the tea before placing the cup down and taking my hands in hers. “Your mind is another galaxy.”

I looked up at her, trying to decide whether or not I should tell her, knowing it would hurt her. She placed a hand on mine, pulling me from my thoughts.

“It’s about Loki’s letter… isn’t it?” she asked softly. “Talk to me, dear.”

I sighed, trying to find the right words. “He, uh… he left me a way out… a way back to Midgard.”

“Ah, I see… Are you going to take it?”

“Haven’t decided yet… I haven’t even seen it yet. He told me where to look but I just… can’t bring myself to look yet.”

She nodded in understanding and a silence fell over us as we finished our tea. There was nothing more to say. Frigga seemed understanding but the guilt didn’t fade as we looked out at the people of Asgard going about their daily routine, having no knowledge of what was occurring in the palace. 

We finished our tea and I began heading back to my room, trying to decide what I wanted to do about Loki’s gift. A few days ago I would’ve taken the way out no questions asked and yet, here I was, finding it hard to leave this place behind. A guard stood next to me as we made our way back to my chambers. Frigga had assured me he was a trusted guard of the royal family and they trusted him with my life. He’d been around longer than I’d been alive and I was grateful he was looking out for my safety, particularly when I knew Hydra could be lurking around any corner. Laughter sounded through the corridor as servants bustled about, preparing for the numerous celebrations the warriors would be having that night. They’d been celebrating for days and it seemed they wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon. Thor had tried to get me to make an appearance but I knew it was too risky. Not to mention how tasteless I found it to be celebrating such an affair when Loki had fallen to his death. The servants hushed themselves as I walked by and I tried to ignore the stares that followed.

We reached my chambers and I quickly made my inside, closing the door behind me and taking a seat on the bed. Once again the wardrobe stared back at me, daring me to open it.

I tossed and turned for most of that night, trying to push away the thoughts of returning to Midgard, at least for now, but it was no use. The thoughts consumed my mind and just as the sun began peaking over the cliffs I climbed out of bed, slowly making my way toward the wardrobe. The servants had prepared my outfits over the last several days, giving me an excuse not to open it but I couldn’t resist it any longer. I took a breath and opened the wardrobe doors, staring down at the little box Loki had left me. I took it back to my bed and opened it, a letter stared up at me beneath a golden key.

Take this to our spot. You’ll know what to do from there. No one can know about this, darling. I hope I can trust you.

~Loki

I sighed at his cryptic words before making up my mind. I couldn’t stay here.

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A/n: The next chapter contains a time jump to the Avengers

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