#please if you want to help me think Ashe through I would love you forever

[tw1l1te]

blueberry₊˚✩⊹sal fisher x reader₊˚✩⊹

(Not edited, so please forgive men if there are grammatical/spelling errors. Random thought I came up with. Please let me know if you'd like more backstory/a continuation of this!

Sitting on top of Addison Apartments was a place to think. A place of silence except the sounds of breathing and the occasional shuffling around. You haven't been up here in a while, since the fight you and Sal had a few months ago.

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"God you're such a hypocrite. You keep telling others to take care of themselves and not isolate, but yet you don't give two shits and don't even take your own advice. Not answering your phone or leaving your apartment for over two months? Do you know how worried Ash was? How heartbroken and distant Larry became?? We thought you were fucking dead Y/n. And after all that you decide to drop by and ask 'what's up'?" Sal seethed, his tone getting more hostile by the second.

You don't think you've ever seen him so angry.

"I'm sorry Sal, I didn't mean to make you all worry. That was the last thing I wanted you guys to feel. You know I don't handle my mental health well," you murmured, avoiding Sal's eyes. You could already feel the tears streaming down your face.

"Listen I get it Y/n, but you can't just cut us off like that. You made us all husks of what we used to be. Do you know how many nights I stayed up till the early morning just staring at my phone, hoping you'd at least call?? I couldn't even remember what you sounded like until today."

"Bluebe-"

"Don't call me that. You have no right calling me that after the months of heartbreak and worry you've caused us. Every time this happens, I get my hopes up in that you won't shut us out and disappear. I get disappointed every. Single. Time. You're lucky that Larry, Ash, and Todd are such forgiving people. You don't deserve them."

You mulled over his words. He was right. You didn't deserve them. All the affection and love that they gave you all for you to throw it down the drain when you got too ill. The hundreds of phone calls from Ash. The constant check-ins from Larry over the walkie-talkie, talking about stupid shit that happened that day or speaking softly about how much he missed you. Todd emailing you every few days asking how you were holding up and if you needed anything, but eventually those emails automatically went to spam. And Sal. Sal was probably the hardest to avoid.

He sat outside your apartment door for hours, talking, pleading you to let him in to talk. He brought snacks and slid them under the door, worried if you were eating enough. Playing his guitar for you through the walkie-talkie, hoping it would soothe you or cheer you up. Sliding random doodles and letters under the door so you had something to help remind you about how much they cared about you. How much he cared for you. You kept them all under the bed in a shoe box, reading over every word and cat doodle every single night.

"I can't do this again, Y/n. You've hurt me over and over and over again. Each time I expected it to end different."

He took a pause, waiting for a reaction or a word from you.

"We're done. I don't know about the others, but don't bother writing or talking to me. I can't do this anymore."

And with that, he headed downstairs, not sparing you a single glance back.

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You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the rooftop door creak open.

You don't look back, hoping the person would get a hint and leave.

You hear the footsteps get closer, and stopping right beside you.

"Didn't think you came up here anymore." he mumbled, shifting uncomfortably.

Fuck. He was probably the last person you wanted to see right now.

"I come here to think." you stated, looking out to the street and nearby houses.

"Y/n, I'm sor-" "I'm leaving." you cut him off, already knowing what he was going to say.

You've thought about your time in Nockfell and decided that it was time for you to move on. You couldn't be stuck in a time capsule forever. The more time had passed, the more it had started to hurt being here and see reminders of what had happened. Reminders of him.

"What?" he whispered, finally looking at you.

"I need to move on. I can't be here anymore." you stated, trying to keep your voice level.

"You were right, I can't keep leaving people in the dark and constantly worrying them. I'll keep doing that if I stay here. I need to be somewhere else, I don't know where, but I'll figure it out."

"Y/n. If this is about what I said, I'm sorry, I was in a bad state too. I was just so worried that something had happened-"

"Sal, please stop. I'm not changing my mind. I'm leaving tomorrow morning-"

"What about Ash? Larry and Todd? What about me?? I need you here. It was wrong of me to shut you out, to ignore you. I'm so sorry, Y/n."

You finally looked at him, right into his blue eyes.

His hair had gotten longer, choppier, like he'd tried to cut it himself. No longer in the pigtails you loved. Seems like you'd both changed.

"I need to go, Sal."

You walk away, not looking back because if you did, you wouldn't be able to leave. You wouldn't be able to leave them. Leave Nockfell. Leave him.

"I'll see you around, Blueberry."

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#sally face #sally face x reader #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher x y/n #sal fisher #enemies to lovers #sally face x you

[happilyhertale]

Life anchor – Tom Bennett x female!reader, Part 3

Pairing: Tom Bennett x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, 18+ NSFW

Author’s note:

After your last meeting with Tom, you long to see him again. Although it's not wise, you can't resist spending an unforgettable day with him.

This is the last part of this little story, I hope you like it! English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 3.2k

Part 1, Part 2

Other stories of mine

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Dawn comes faster than you want it to. But your sleep is interrupted when the rhythmic snoring of William from the small bed next to you enters your ears, making further sleep impossible. William seems to be releasing the whiskey he drank last night into the air through his pores, urging you to leave your small bed. Somewhat sluggishly, you rise, enveloped by thoughts of last night. As you dress, the weight on your chest has become a little more bearable, an improvement over last night - but that relief only comes when you think of Tom.

Regrettably, your optimism about seeing Tom again fades as the ship gradually approaches port. As you step out of the cabin and walk across the ship, you enjoy the morning calm. But soon William joins you again, having awakened from his drunken slumber, and you have no choice but to leave the ship with him.

A few days have passed, but your thoughts keep straying to Tom. You stroll through the cobbled streets of the city. The sun gently touches your skin and colors it with the colors of warmth. Your thin summer dress dances in the light summer breeze. The wind carries the symphony of laughter and the melodies of the nearby fair.

Without you noticing, your steps lead you back to the port where you cradled your thoughts before, where you felt so comfortable. Each step seems hesitant, as if it is in silent discord with the longings of your heart. You try to convince yourself that meeting Tom would be impossible because he probably won't even be there. But the desire to confirm the authenticity of your memories persists like an ember beneath the ashes of doubt. You stop for a moment, watching the water in the dock. But then you shake your head and sigh. Slowly, you turn away - maybe you should just go home.

And then, out of nowhere, you happen upon a sight that takes your breath away. There he is, Tom, walking toward you with a subtle hint of mirth on his lips. He's not wearing his uniform, and you notice it immediately.

A slight shiver of disbelief runs through you, prompting a discreet pinch in your thigh - a reality check to make sure you're actually conscious and not caught in a dream. With a confident stride, Tom moves closer, and with each step, the steel blue depths of his eyes become apparent, evoking a feeling in you that words alone could never hope to awaken.

"Love..." he says softly and you can't help but smile.

"Did ya long for me?" he asks you cheekily.

"What? No!," you say to him and laugh slightly.

"No? Well, then ya won't mind that we're leaving again tomorrow," he says to you softly.

The words you feared.

"What... Tomorrow already?" you reply quietly.

Tom grins slightly, "So ya do long for me," he says with a smile.

You laugh slightly and shake your head, "Shut up," escapes your lips.

Now Tom is the one laughing lightly. But he just takes your hand and pulls you along, "Come with me," he says.

"What...?" you stammer, "Where to?"

He looks at you with his blue eyes, "Have some fun," he says to you.

As you become aware of where Tom is leading you and you stroll together to the fairground, a soft smile effortlessly curls your lips. Your hand finds a comfortable place in his, and you let him lead you on. Outwardly, you both seem to embody the essence of a couple in love, but the thought that it won't be forever haunts you. You push the thought away and let the magic of the moment envelop you again and again, contemplating the myriad attractions around you. Amidst the many sights and sounds, you both pause at an inviting ice cream stand. Tom's gaze rests on you - a smile as both intimate and familiar dances on his lips.

"What?" you ask him, but he says nothing and just approaches the ice cream stand.

"Mate, I need a scoop of vanilla ice cream and one..." he hesitates and looks at you, "one scoop of chocolate ice cream for the sweet tooth," he says and gives you a barely noticeable wink. You laugh slightly but accept the ice cream with thanks. He leads you to a quiet bench and you sit down. The warm midday sun envelops you with its warmth as you enjoy your ice cream in peace. But as if attracted by a magical magnetism, your gaze keeps finding its way to his immaculately shaped lips, from which he keeps licking his ice cream.

Each time your attention lingers on those lips, you feel that longing to finally kiss them. But each time you become aware of your stare, you quickly avert your gaze as your cheeks flush.

Sitting side by side on the bench, after some time a conversation unfolds between you. You listen intently to his words, never has a story fascinated you so much. You learn about his father, who served in the First World War. About his sister, who has an enchanting voice and distracts the soldiers from their torments and hard everyday life. Your heart aches in your chest as he tells you about his mother. Almost in a whisper, he tells you about her early death when he was a young boy.

But then in the midst of his tales comes the profound change - a moment you have awaited with a flutter of fear. With gentle courage, he points the way to a question that lingers unspoken and persistent: William. You sigh slightly, but you answer his questions with the same honesty he gave you before.

The sun still casts a soft light around you, reminding you that vulnerability and connectedness often occupy the same space. And so two stories of two people meet, in which past and present, hopes and fears for the future are interwoven.

But for the first time in a long time, you feel free and unselfconscious, and you tell him about how your father arranged this marriage to gain advantages for himself. That you quietly endure your suffering. But as you talk, Tom's facial expression goes through an interplay of emotions, changing from a face of anger to one of deep compassion. A short time there is pleasant silence between you, but eventually he gently takes your hand and rises with you from the bench. Together you stroll leisurely through the fair and attentively observe the events around you.

"Do you know when... if you'll be back...?" you ask softly after some time.

Tom looks at you from the side, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand, like that night on the ship. He smiles slightly.

"You'll miss me," he says softly, cheekily.

"I won't, I just want to know how long I would have my peace from you..." you say, trying to look at him seriously, but his smile is reflected on your lips.

He laughs lightly, "I actually don't know when and if we will dock here again...", he says softly.

A slight sadness crosses your face and Tom notices it immediately. He wishes he could take it from you.

"But, you will definitely see me again," he whispers.

You smile at him as Tom's gaze passes you, aiming for something.

"Oh, yeah..." he whispers.

You turn in that direction as Tom pulls you along.

He walks toward a stand where several cans are lined up in rows, forming small pyramids.

"Tom, what are you doing?" you whisper.

He just grins and presses money into the hand of the guy at the stand.

He takes the colorful balls and focuses his attention on the cans in front of him. Never has such a seemingly ordinary action held such significance for you, and amazingly, he performs it with effortless precision. When you step back from the stand after a short while, you are holding a soft teddy bear in your arms, an irrepressible grin on your lips.

Tom's arm wraps around your waist, a gentle anchor guiding you on. He nestles his face into the silken strands of your hair, a touch that sparks a current of warmth that flows through you once again. The gradually setting sun indicates the end of the day, and in a leisurely stroll you both explore the rest of the fairgrounds until you discover a photo booth in quiet solitude at the edge of the grounds.

An infectiously radiant smile spreads across your features, and you pull him along with you. His playful eye roll expresses mock resistance, but he submits to your guidance with loving acquiescence. Once inside the cozy booth, you close the curtain and envelop the two of you in an intimate sphere. Tom takes a seat on a dainty stool and, grinning, offers you his lap to sit on. You shake your head, but gladly accept the invitation with a light laugh. You hold your soft teddy bear in your arms, he is to be included in the photos. Tom's hands rest on your thighs as you settle down on his lap. Only your light summer dress separates his warmth from your skin.

You toss a few coins into the photo booth and lean against Tom's firm chest. Between shared grins and playful antics, the last photo approaches, which Tom uses as an opportunity to press a tender kiss on your cheek. A touch of warmth colors your skin, a similar warmth that blazes ever stronger in you. But before the moment can end and you press the button for the next photos, your gaze wanders to the side and you look into each other's eyes.

In the silent closeness, your lips are only a breath apart.

Your lips are slightly parted and you feel your breath getting heavier. His gaze wanders back and forth between your eyes and your full lips. You lightly bite your lip and dare - you can no longer resist the temptation and bend towards his lips.

Tom does not hesitate long and lets his lips meet yours. The initially gentle kiss quickly becomes passionate and greedy. Both of your heavy breathing is the only thing that can be heard in the photo booth. Tom grabs you by the waist and gives you a sign to turn around. You don't let his request go unanswered for long and turn onto his lap. Your teddy slides to the ground - but you have other things on your mind now.

He pulls you even closer to him so that your legs are on either side of his hips. You look into each other's eyes and you start to grind your womanhood against his growing bulge. You hear a slight rumble from him. You realize that if you go on now, there will be no turning back.

But you kiss him again and once more it is a welcome signal for Tom. He lets his fingers slide from your hip under your dress. They wander over your already damp underwear. You whimper slightly and feel a slight smile now forming on his lips. He lets his fingers slide over your underwear with more pressure and you shudder. A loud moan escapes you. Never would you have thought you were capable of making such a sound.

Tom grins even more.

"Shh... Love... we don't want to be discovered," he whispers.

You bite your lip again to suppress the further passionate noises boiling inside you. Your hands start to open his trousers, you need to feel more. You let your hand slide into his trousers and embrace his hard member. He responds with a deep moan that leaves his lips. Slowly you let your hand slide up and down. You already feel a drop of precum and gently spread it with your thumb on the tip of his cock.

This is too much for him - "fuck... love," he hisses quietly.

A grin forms on your lips. Tom gently bites your lip and slides his hands to your ass. You feel him grab it tightly and lift you slightly. You breathe heavily and position his hot length at your entrance. He pushes your underwear aside and slowly lowers you onto him. You whimper slightly as he stretches you inch by inch. You hear a slight grunt from him, "Fuck... so tight... so wet, so warm...", he stammers.

You squeeze your eyes shut - William has never filled you like this, made you feel this passion. Tom gives you a moment to get used to his size. But then you feel him move his hips slowly but firmly. You whimper and moan softly with each thrust.

"Oh, love... what I would give to hear ya moan without inhibitions," he whispers in your ear and you whimper again.

Your hips submit to his rhythm - sex has never felt so good to you. Your eyes are still closed, but not because you are waiting for it to be over, but out of pure pleasure.

"Tom.. Tom..." you whimper again and again. You lean back, against the wall of the photo booth. Tom leans forward, his one hand leaving your butt and pulling the neckline of your dress further down. His lips begin to suck and nibble on your breasts. As his lips cup one of your nipple, you almost cry out. Your hips move faster, you need to feel him deeper.

"You feel so good...", Tom gasps against your breast.

His fingers find their way between you while you still lean your back against the wall. His thumb leaves firm movements on your clit while his thrusts don't let up.

You lean forward again and kiss him without restraint to muffle your moans. Your tongues dance wildly around each other while you are in your own world where there is nothing but the two of you. You moan again as you feel a tug and a pressure in your abdomen. The warmth spreads through you making your thighs tremble and then you come. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you moan into his mouth. You lean back slightly and grip the back of his neck. Tom bends over and bites your breast as your pussy clenches around his cock, milking it. He moans and squirts his warm seed into you. His thrusts slowly subside and you are still whimpering. Heavy breathing is in the air. Your eyes are closed, your hands resting on his neck. He leans back again and gasps a little. He tries to catch his breath, but he smiles at you.

"Love... wow...", he whispers breathlessly

You chuckle a little out of breath.

You both slowly catch your breath. You kiss his lips gently, enjoying the moment of your togetherness. After a while, he helps you get up from his lap. You are a little weak on your feet, but slowly walk out of the photo booth while Tom is still adjusting his trousers.

As you stand in front of the box, your eyes fall on the photos that are now lying on the ground. You bite your lip when you see the two strips there. You bend down slightly and pick them up. Your eyes fall on the pictures. In the first photo strip, you are both smiling, making faces, Tom is kissing your cheek...

When you see the second strip, you blush again. You can see passionate kisses and how you seem to moan. When Tom suddenly stands behind you, "Well... that's what I call a kiss...", he whispers in your ear. You turn to him, looking outraged, but you can't suppress a giggle. He smiles at you, holding your teddy bear in his hand. You hesitate for a moment, but then you take your teddy and give him the photo strip of your kiss.

He can't take his eyes off the pictures, his grin widens.

"As a souvenir... when you're at sea... and so you'll come back..." you say softly.

He slowly looks up at you, his grin softening. He puts the pictures in his pocket. Silence reigns for a short time, but then he grabs you lightly by the arm and pulls you to him. He presses his nose into your hair, inhales your scent and closes his eyes. You put your arms around him, press your face into his chest.

"Ya know I'll see ya again, don't ya?" he whispers.

You smile into his chest and nod slightly.

You stand there for a while, neither of you saying anything. Just enjoy each other's presence. The sun is setting by now. Light kisses land on your hair until you go on your way. Tom has his arm around you the whole time as he walks you home. At a safe distance, he kisses you again. With his hand he holds your cheek while he makes your knees weak with his lips and tongue.

As you step into the house, you feel the heaviness in your chest. But this time it's because you already miss Tom. You press your teddy against your chest and walk quietly through the entryway. But at least you seem to be home alone. Immediately you go to your own room and get ready for the night. As you lie down in your bed, you are wide awake. Despite the silence in your room, your head seems to explode. Your thoughts keep turning to Tom. How he kisses you - how his lips glide over your skin. How he makes you feel deep passion - how he makes you moan. How much you already miss him and still feel his touch.

As dawn breaks and you awaken, you are overcome with anticipation. You need to see Tom one more time today before his ship leaves. Almost restless, you sit at the breakfast table, literally waiting for William to leave for work. When that hour finally arrives, you rush to the port with an urgency inside you that you've never felt before.

But as fate would have it, your hopes are cruelly dashed when you reach the port where the ship carrying Tom is already leaving. You stand there and before you really realize it, your eyes overflow with tears, a deep heaviness settles on your chest once again. Like a shadow that you never seem to be rid of.

Five weeks later

The heaviness has spread to your heart. But everything changes that afternoon.

Your breath catches and you swallow hard. You exhale heavily as you become aware of your doctor's distant voice. Lost in thought, you sink into a chair. Everything seems to be happening in slow motion. With a gentle, absent-minded gesture, you just end your phone call with the doctor. Your hand finds its way almost naturally to your abdomen, which you caress tenderly. A slight smile dances on your lips, and at that moment you grasp your doctor's message:

You carry new life within you.

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[the-doctor-3000]

…. I love thundercats 2011.. can I request a “fatherly Panthro x Adopted daughter reader? All fluffy one shot. (maybe with a little angst on Panthro’s side, implying a very bad breakup between him and Grune.. they kinda gave me “lovers to enemies” vibes, you don’t have to I just thought it be cool) Panthro finding this small human child, covered in mud and no family left as her family’s farm was in ashes behind her, this happening during his time traveling Third Earth after just being betrayed by Grune.. the little girl completely helpless and alone, Panthro then impulsively decides to take her in.

she turns out to be a complete Chaotic bundle of energy.. who can apparently communicate with the wildlife like a classic Disney princess, before she even learns to actually talk.. he’s gradually becomes more attached and protective of HIS little Cub, Watching her grow into a headstrong and beautiful young woman.. and now he’s got horny Tomcats to worry about.. maybe ending when he finds The other Thundercats, and basically Growls in Lion-O’s face in a “Don’t even THINK of touching MY DAUGHTER” kinda way when the two of them started talking.. (meaning reader was actually flirting with the young King.. and he had the audacity to flirt back while Panthro was standing right there..)

OHMYGOSH!! THIS IS SO ADORABLE!!!

The moment Panthro found her, he swore to protect her with his own life. He knew the pain of being betrayed and left for dead. He knew the feeling of loneliness. He could not imagine how that child could be feeling.

He could see a farm being burned to ashes in the background, and he could easily put two and two together. She looked so fragile, like glass. To him, she was far more precious than gold and the kingdom. More valuable than his loyalty to the king.

Panthro did not want her to be left alone, to die, to have no one. So, he quickly decided to take her under his wing. At first... he didn't know why he did that, but now he knew he made the right choice.

He was, of course, curious about her species since he had never seen humans before but did not pressure her with questions.

She was so quiet when they met. If it weren't for the times he caught her talking to the animals, he would have assumed that she was mute. She warmed up to him eventually, seeing him like her actual father. 

Years went by quickly, and y/n became quite a beautiful and charming young woman.  Panthro taught her how to defend herself and fight, if needed, and he could not help but feel extremely proud whenever she would show off her skills while fighting the lizards whenever they would come across them during their travels.

Oh, how he wished she could be a cub again. How he wished these moments would last forever. Just the two of them.

The Thundercats came along and Panthro was not quite happy about it. Not after what he had been through. When he met the Thundercats, y/n was in the forest and was collecting berries for dinner.

He and the so-called King of Thundera went on to find her. She was singing and doing pirouettes, a wooden basket in her hands filled with berries. The animals of the region made their presence known, and she would talk to them and pet them.

She stopped when she noticed her father and Lion-O. She ignored Lion-O as she ran to her father's arms and hugged him tightly. "Father!" She beamed.

He hugged her back. "Hello there, cub." They pulled away. "Did you find anything?"

She grinned and nodded. "A lot, actually! They all seem to be safe, too!"

He chuckled as he raffled her hair playfully. "What would I do without you, cub?"

She smiled and then noticed Lion-O, she blushed a little. "Uhm... Hello! I am y/n!" She put out her hand for a handshake.

"Pleased to meet you! I am Lion-O." He said with a charming smile as he shook her hand before planting a kiss on the back of it.

The two of them then began talking as they made their way to the others. Panthro watched the exchange with a low growl and glared daggers at the young king. After their adventure that day, while they were camping, Panthro decided to scare the king away. 

He walked up to him, his back straight and his head high. Not that he needed any of those since he was taller than all of them. "Listen, kid." He growled as he pointed at him. "I don't care if you are the king. Y/n is what matters the most to me."

"Where are you getting at, Panthro?" Lion-O asked him, he tried to keep his tone and expressions firm and stern.

"Don't even think of touching my daughter." Panthro told him coldly. "If you do anything, I won't hesitate to betray the crown." He turned around, but he added. "Better not forget it, Your Highness."

But despite his threat, y/n could not help but get close to Lion-O. She even started having feelings about him, which did not go unnoticed by Panthro.

"What is it like to be the most gorgeous person in this room?" Y/n said with a small flirty smile as she spoke to Lion-O.

Panthro stopped what he was doing and snapped his head toward their direction. He didn't have time to run toward them to stop this when Lion-O responded in an equally flirtatious tone. "I don't know. What is it like?" Y/n blushed. The red hue on her cheeks made her eyes shine, and Lion-O then added. "The sparkle in your eye is so bright, the sun and stars must be jealous."

Panthro was about to storm up to the young king, but Cheetara stopped him. "Hey, relax. She is a big girl and can make decisions on her own. Besides, Lion-O is not a bad cat. I am sure he will treat her like a queen."

Tygra then chimed in. "Debatable on Lion-O not being a bad cat to date." Cheetara glared at him. "What? I'm just stating the obvious."

Wilykit and Wilykat were laughing at Panthro's expressions as they started singing 'Y/n and Lion-O, sitting on a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!'

Panthro groaned in annoyance as he watched his daughter and Lion-O. This was going to be difficult and would certainly take lots of time to get used to.

#thundercats x reader #thundercats 2011 #lion-o x reader #platonic #romantic #father!panthro x daughter!reader #lion o #i'm so sorry for the delay! #this is a bit rushed

[chaoticallyfragmentary]

Cale x Alberu

“Did you know that I loved you?” Alberu whispers, his bloodied hand coming up, knuckles gently brushing over Cale’s cheek. Cale feels his breath catch, like it was him impaled with that sphere. He’s glad that he sent the kids away. He doesn’t think he can fake composure now.

It is the past tense that gets to him, really. As if his love would go away, fade as he takes his last breath. Cale thinks Alberu’s love would scald him long after he’s gone, as much a part of him as sinew and bone. He would rot with it.

‘Cale?’ Alberu murmurs, ‘you know the other life? the one where we could’ve been happy together?’

“Tell me something about it,” he whispers. "It can be anything. Anything at all. Just—"

“No,” Cale says, voice stern and eyes on him as his heart clenches and trembles in his chest. “No you stupid fucking man. It is this life. You will live and we will be happy in this life. Die and I will kill you myself.”

Alberu closes his eyes at the certainty of Cale’s voice. He feels warm, throughout his whole body, there is a slow warmth that settles into his very bones, his veins, each and every inch of him. Oh, he hasn’t felt so warm in so very long.

Maybe it is utter stupidity but he cannot help it. Maybe it is his own desperation but it’s everything he’s only ever longed to hear. They are the words he wants to reach out and pluck from the air to keep forever, spoken by the loveliest man he’s ever known.

“Keep him awake, don’t fucking let him sleep. We’re a minute out.”

“Sun of the Roan Kindgom,” Cale croaks.

Alberu hums, fingers moving gently over Cale’s hand. “I would want a house, with enough room for the kids and a few guest rooms for Rosaline, Mary and the other’s when they drop by. Our home will be warm, never absolutely spotless despite Ron’s persistent cleaning, Raon’s cookie crumbs littering the floor. It is never absolutely silent, the kid’s laughter cutting through the air, it will be modest and comforting in it’s simplicity. Somewhere we exist, without worrying if we’re doing it too loudly or not. Somewhere where we are just Alberu Crossman and Cale Heitenuse, just two idiots madly in love.”

Oh, fuck Alberu feels too full, so full of this want, this ardor and love—all for his idiot. He doesn’t know what to do with it, how to hold all of it because it feels like too much in him, too big to fit inside, like it will drown him from within. Oh fuck, he doesn’t want to die. Not when — not now, heart clenching with how deeply yearning hooks into him.

Cale feels like he is drowning, Alberu’s every wheezed out breath pulling him under. Fuck, he’ll pray, he’ll get down on his knees, offer up his life if it meant Alberu would live. The ancient powers are silent. You fucking God of Death! Take him and I will burn this world. I fucking dare you. Take him and I will reduce this world of yours to nothing but ash and bone. How the fuck is he meant to handle it all? He feels like all this pain and love is tearing him apart from the inside, echoing with grotesque pops of flesh that only he could hear. People aren’t built to feel the way he feels for him, his sun, his prince. Surely, it would crush even the strongest of them and Cale certainly isn’t.  

“I would tell you I love you, every single day. You will let me sleep for as long as I’d like, keeping the kids from waking me. Sometimes, you try making Kimchi Jjigae and it would taste so fucking bad—”

“HEY!”

“But I’d eat it all. Sometimes you write me these silly little notes in Korean that you learn in secret from Choi Han—” His voice goes tight, like he’s feeling too much, knees ready to buckle.

“Please, Alberu, crown prince, my sun, love please,” he dissolves into incoherent blubbering, pressing in and curling closer.

“Hey, Cale? I love you.” he confesses, releasing a hoarse laugh. What he wants to say is that he’d do anything for him, whatever he wanted.

A punched out noise escapes him and he goes really still, because that just sounded like a goodbye.

Alberu goes still in his arms just as Goldie Gramps lands with Tasha and a Dark Elf doctor.

#trash of the count's family #tcf #Cale Henituse #alberu crossman #alberu x cale #sun of the roan kingdom #slight angst #open ending #tcf cale #tcf alberu #goldie gramps #tasha #manhwa #slight novel spoilers

[heaven4lostgirls]

could you please write one with James or Remus or sirius and Indian specifically Bengali reader. Fluff or angst. Friends to lovers????

love saves all

james potter x indian!fem!reader

summary: james has been in love with you forever, he can’t stand to see you with someone else

warnings: fluff, minor mentions of injuries

a/n: hi lover! thank you for the request, i’m not bengali and i didn’t want to write something that could possibly offend the bengali community however i did try and incorporate indian culture because i’m tamil (telegu) so i hope you enjoy this! if you don’t let me know 💗

the sun shone down on your brown skin as you made your way through the forbidden forest after one of remus’ transformations. you could feel the fatigue hitting you now and you knew that you needed a nap before even attempting to go to any of your classes.

you knew you would be excused considering minnie and dumbledore both knew of remus’ transformations and that you guys would help, however they were unaware of you all becoming illegal animagi.

as you watched sirius and james make their way to the hospital wing where they laid moony on one of the free beds you took a damp washcloth and softly ran it over remus’ new scars over his face.

he softly winced and for each wince you muttered a small apology.

“if i knew i’d have y/n/n doting on me when i got hurt maybe i’d get hurt more often” sirius teased and you couldn’t help but smile before flicking his forehead.

“if you got hurt, i’d let you bleed out padfoot” you smiled sweetly at him and you could hear james snort to the left of you.

once madam pomfrey had come to help remus you all made your way to the boys dorms where you decided to lay down for a bit.

“y/n, do you want to come lay down with me?” you heard sirius ask before a loud oomph was heard as he fell of his bed or more correctly speaking he was pushed by a certain raven haired boy with glasses.

“i’ll come lay down in a minute, i’m going back to my dorm to do some prayers for rem” you state, getting up before making your way to the door.

you hear hurried footsteps behind you and you turn around to face a sheepish looking james.

“can i come with you?” he mutters before rubbing the back of his neck.

“of course you can jamie”

you both walk hand in hand to your dorm where you take off your shoes outside and kneel in front of your shiva statue.

you light your lamp and relight some agarbatti that had finished through the night.

you feel james kneel next to you and you look at him with a smile. he looks confused in a sort of cute puppy way.

you show him the correct motions and pray with him before putting ash on his forehead.

you sit in silence for a few moments before you peek open an eye to look at him.

he looks so serene, happy and at peace in front you of you that you can’t help but smile.

he cracks open one of his eyes to shoot you a smile before motioning his head forward telling you to pay attention

you muffle a laugh before you finish off your prayer and make your way back to the dorm before cleaning up.

as you both lay down in james’ bed after sirius had gotten bored of teasing you two, you draw circles on his chest and you can feel him smile down at you.

“hey y/n/n? what do you thinks gonna happen to us in the future?” he asks albeit curious to what your answer would be.

“my parents are looking for potential suitors i guess, it’s odd for me to be of age and not be

betrothed to someone already, i guess hogwarts could only buy me so much time”

“betrothed? you mean engaged?”

you hum and you can feel him tense under you, you weren’t particularly happy about the circumstances either but there was only little you could do against your parents.

“w-what if we got married?” james fleamont potter never stuttered. especially when talking to girls.

“james you know that can’t happen, what about lily? you’ve been chasing her for years..”

you feel him shift so he’s sitting up and he lifts your face to face his.

“lily was always a distraction for me y/n, i never thought you would like me - i still don’t think you do- but i won’t be able to live with myself if i let you get married to someone else without knowing how i feel about you”

your eyes well with tears and you can feel your heart thudding against your rib cage.

“you like me?”

he smiles almost amused by your lack of composure before his eyes fill with love and affection.

“like? i’ve been in love with you since the day we met y/n”

you can’t contain yourself for some reason and as tears escape your eyes you slowly lift your hand to james’ face and place your lips on his.

“i have been waiting for you to say that since 5th year james.”

“oh-“ he flushes in embarrassment.

“okay okay we get it, you two love each other BUT FOR THE LOVE OF MERLIN PLEASE GO TO SLEEP ITS 6AM”

you and james snicker to yourselves as you go back to cuddling as sirius’ sleepy snored fill the room once again.

#juliwrites #harry potter #marauders #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter x reader #james potter x indian!reader #james potter x y/n #james potter fluff #james potter x indian!fem!reader #indian!reader #poc!reader

[hale2me]

Trauma

Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

AN: So, I didn't mean to make this as long as it is but apparently I can't write short stories so please enjoy.

Word count: Almost 10k

Synopsis: Your life is changed forever by a traumatic event that causes you to move to Hawkins, Indiana with your distant family. Eddie Munson is the first friend you make who hopes to become more than that.

Warning!! This is a very SMUTTY story and is intended for 18+ only!

Story features retelling of traumatic events so please read at your own risk.

The air was thick and the rain heavy. My head was clouded with thoughts that I continually tried pushing to the back of my mind but failing miserably. I couldn’t eat or sleep. I hadn’t spoken to anyone in weeks. I could barely even find the energy to shower anymore. 

The past couple of weeks felt like a nightmare that I haven’t been able to shake myself awake from. No matter what I did, it’s as if I could still hear their screams- calling out my name. Begging for help. 

My eyes began welling up again. I plucked another tissue out of my pocket to wipe my eyes and blow my nose. I think at this point I was single handedly keeping Kleenex in business. 

My thoughts became interrupted when I heard a voice over the intercom, “Ladies and Gentlemen, the pilot asks that you please remain in your seat until your section is called to come forward and exit the plane. Once again thank you for flying Virgin Airlines and have a lovely rest of your day.” 

I began picking at the dead skin around my fingers as I waited impatiently for my seat to be called. I had just landed in Hawkins, Indiana, or rather what I should now refer to as my new home to come live with my Aunt Karen and Uncle Ted permanently. This was the last place I wanted to be but I couldn’t stay at was once my home in Ohio. There was nothing left there but ashes and dead memories now. 

You told yourself not to think about it again. You didn’t want to be a mess when you greet your family. 

“Section L, please come forward.” The flight attendant yelled out. That was me. I unclenched my fists and stood up with my carry on making my way toward the exit. 

I felt my nerves begin to rise as I made strides closer to the waiting area. I wasn’t nervous about my family, but more so on what they were going to say to me. I was scared that someone would accidentally make a harmless comment that would trigger my PTSD and then I end up having an entire breakdown and have nobody to stay with. 

I exited the plane and immediately saw little cousin Holly with a sign that read “Welcome Home (Y/N)!!!”. The second we made eye contact she ran over to me with the biggest grin. “(Y/N) I made this sign for you. I worked on it all morning. Do you like it!?!” She asked through squeals, jumping up and down. 

“Oh Holly, I love it so much!! This is beautiful. I’m gonna hang it up as soon as we get home.” You told her. Though you were here for the worst reason possible, it was nice to see how welcomed you were in your new home. 

Aunt Karen and Uncle Ted came running to catch up. “Oh (Y/N) it’s so nice to see you again. How are you holding up?” She asked me through hugs. 

Before I could answer, Uncle Ted swooped in for his hug. I was thankful for that because I didn’t want to answer truthfully and I’m not sure I could lie. There was no way I could possibly sugar coat how life had been for me recently. Thankfully she became distracted with something Holly did and I was off the hook. 

“Why don’t we grab your things and head home, huh?” Aunt Karen said as she wrapped her arm around my shoulder while we walked to the baggage claim. 

The drive home was filled with lots of questions from Holly about what life in Ohio was like. I think she was extremely disappointed with my answers. “I’m sorry kid. The most exciting thing we have is The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. You see it once and you don’t really need to ever see it again.” I said with a chuckle. 

I knew we were almost home when we pulled down the street and I saw a driveway that was littered with empty bikes and a couple of basketballs. The Wheeler household was always filled to the brim with children. 

“Damn it. Mike!!” Uncle Ted exclaimed while beeping the small minivans horn. “Karen why is it our house that’s always infested with children??” Uncle Ted asked with clear annoyance on his face. Aunt Karen ignored him and just continued to have her conversation with Holly. Something tells me she does that a lot based on how unaffected she was by the comment. 

Mike, my now very tall and lengthy cousin, came running out the house with his hands in the air as if he was surrendering. “I’m sorry!! I’m sorry!!” He yelled while moving the bikes out of the way. “We got really caught up in our campaign and I completely forgot when you guys would be back.” 

Once we parked I hopped out of the vehicle while grabbing my belongings. “Heyyyy cousin (Y/N)! Let me help you with those!” Mike said while trotting over to help me with my bags. 

“Thanks Mike, I appreciate it.” I said while handing my things over. “I can’t believe how tall you’ve gotten since the last time I saw you.” While patting his head to observe how much taller he now was than me. 

We chatted for a minute before going inside. The second I stepped in the door I heard a faint banging and the sound of someone yelling. Mike turned to look at me, “Oh man… something good must be happening. Gotta go!” He said, while dropping my bags to the ground. Aunt Karen coming in behind us, “Oh Mike! The least you could have done was help your cousin and make her feel welcome.” She huffed with frustration. Before Mike could respond I waived off Aunt Karen and told her it was fine. “Go! You’re missing the good stuff!” I shouted at him while laughing. 

Aunt Karen showed me to where I would be staying - my older cousin Nancy’s bedroom. She recently moved out to live with her boyfriend but a lot of her belongings were still here. “Oh, these are .. nice..?” I said while laughing and running my fingers over the old posters that were still taped to the wall. 

Aunt Karen laughed at me and shook her head, “Honey this is your space now. I want you to feel like this is your home too. Do anything you would like in here. Lord knows Nancy won’t be taking any of it anytime soon.” I smiled at her while taking in my new environment. 

A couple hours had passed by and I had successfully replaced the old Tom Cruise poster with a new and improved Def Leppard poster. “Ah that’s more like it.” I hummed to myself. 

“Hmmm Def Leppard, huh ? Interesting choice …” I heard a deep voice say from behind. 

Turning around, my eyes were met with a boy who looked like he was straight out of a Motley Crue music video. Long black hair, tight black ripped up jeans, and small tattoos sprinkled all over his body. 

“I’m sorry?” I simply asked with a confused face. Unless I had a long lost cousin I didn’t know about, this person was a complete stranger standing at my bedroom door, challenging my phenomenal taste in music. 

The boy took a small step inside my room. “I mean they’re alright I suppose. If you wanna hear some real music though, I have a couple of tapes you could borrow.” He spoke again. 

I was beginning to get annoyed with his presence. I crossed my arms and wore my emotions on my face, “Who are you and why are you in my room?” I asked in frustration. 

“Oh, I’m Eddie The Banished.” He said, sticking his hand out to shake mine. After a couple of seconds of me staring at him, he got the point that I was not amused and his presence was no longer welcome. 

“Ohhhhhkay.” He dragged out. “Well I’ll be on my way then- need to piss anyhow. So very lovely meeting you.” He said in a sarcastic tone. I kicked my door shut the second he walked out. “What the hell ?!” I whispered to myself. 

Dinner time rolled around and I headed downstairs. I tried suppressing my hunger as long as I could to avoid any conversation about how I’m doing. I didn’t want to talk about it. I just wanted to sleep and be left alone. 

Aunt Karen was the only one in the kitchen thankfully. I was sure I could get away with little to no conversation with her. 

“(Y/N) there’s some pizza on the counter whenever you’re hungry. I made sure the boys left you a couple of slices.” She said with a smile. 

I ate my pizza silently at the kitchen nook faintly listening to the voices downstairs. “I feel like they’ve been here forever …” I thought to myself. Before I could complete my thought I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Through the basement door came Mike and all his friends that I met last summer when we visited. I knew all of them but one. The black haired one. 

“Dustin! Lucas! Will!” I exclaimed before getting up to give a couple of hugs. “You guys are taller than me now too!” I said, making casual conversation. 

The black haired boy chimed in after a moment, “Munson. The name is Eddie Munson. I feel like we didn’t get off to a great start earlier.” He said with a grin. As if he enjoyed the fact that I was trying to pretend like he wasn’t there. 

I briefly acknowledged his statement with a slight head nod, “Hey I’m (Y/N). Mike's cousin.” and continued on with my conversations before he could get another word in. 

The kids eventually hopped on their bikes and rode home now leaving it to be just me, Mike, and.. Eddie. 

“Oh shit!” Mike exclaimed. “It’s after 8. I told El I would call her by then.” He huffed while running down the hall to the home phone. His actions made me chuckle some. 

“Hmmm just me and you again.” The black haired boy quietly stated while taking a few steps closer to me. 

“Nahhh actually it’s just you.” I said after grabbing the little bit of food I had left and heading upstairs. “Goodnight, Eddie The Banished.” I yelled out while trotting away. 

Why is this boy so dead set on striking up a conversation with me ? I couldn’t help but wonder what the fascination was… and why it made me feel so good? 

As I laid in bed that night staring up at the ceiling, my mind began racing. There was something about this boy that made me feel so drawn to him in the only few words we had exchanged to each other. I pictured the rings on his fingers grazing over my own, and the shit eating grin on his face being caused by something I said. I felt all warm inside just thinking about it and couldn’t help but smile a little to myself. I pushed the thoughts away as I felt my eyelids getting heavier. 

The next morning I came downstairs looking for something to eat. I felt ravenous suddenly, probably from not being able to eat very much the last couple of weeks. A note was hung on the fridge that read, “Took Holly to pool for a couple of hours- help yourself to whatever you’d like. xoxo -AK” I opened the fridge and grabbed all the things I needed to make a delicious breakfast. 

As I went to sit down and enjoy the meal I had whipped up for myself, the doorbell rang. I huffed in annoyance. “It's 10:30 on a Tuesday morning. Who could that be ??” I wondered. 

I opened the door only to see the boy that I couldn’t get out of my thoughts. A slight gasp left my mouth while I was trying to collect myself. He wore tight black jeans and white sneakers that looked like they could easily be 10 years old, along with an old Metallica shirt. 

His long hair framed his face so perfectly that I almost found it to be distracting. He carried a small box that looked filled with something and had a slight grin on his face.  

“Oh. Hey.. Sorry, but I don’t think Mike’s here right now. I overheard him making plans with El last night.” I said, assuming that was the only person he could be here to see. 

He looked at me with slightly raised eyebrows and a smirk, “Oh, yeah. I'm actually here to see you.” 

“Me?” I asked while stepping out onto the porch and closing the door behind me. I needed to make sure I heard him correctly. 

“Yes, you. I wanted to apologize actually. I felt pretty bad when I left. I had no right stepping into your room like that and being rude about your okay taste in music.” He smiled again. “I actually put together a small box of cassettes that I thought you might like.” 

I didn’t know what to say while I extended my arm out to take the old empty shoe box that was full of tapes. 

“And if you don’t want them that’s completely fine!” He must have been reading my face. “I promise you won’t hurt my feelings.” He spoke in a timid voice. 

I looked at the box and then looked back up at him. “I accept your apology… and I’ll take a listen to the tapes. I always enjoy finding something new.” 

He seemed enthusiastic at my response as he clapped his hands together and smiled, “you’ll have to let me know how you like them, yeah?” 

“Well, I’m sure I’ll see you around on D&D nights. If we just so happen to run into each other and I just so happened to have listened to the tapes by then, yeah I’ll definitely let you know.” I spoke as I started walking back inside the house. “Catch you around… Eddie The Banished.” Smiling and then closing the door behind me before he could retaliate. 

I leaned on the back of the door that I had just closed, only left with my wandering thoughts. Why was he being so kind ? Did Mike tell him to apologize? Surely he didn’t actually WANT to come and talk with me… right ? 

I became overwhelmed with thoughts and decided to let it go. He was just being a nice guy. That’s it! I ate my breakfast and then immediately ran upstairs with the box of tapes to give them a listen.

-   -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -

A whole 14 days had passed since my last interaction with Eddie and I’m ashamed to say that I had thought about him every single day since then. Part of me wanted to ask Mike when he would be coming over to the house again, but that kinda seemed a little desperate. 

It was a Friday evening when DnD finally resumed at the Wheeler household. I overheard Mike talking to Aunt Karen about when everyone would need to be gone by. This was my chance to “casually” bump into him in passing. I stood carefully at the top of the stairs listening for the door to open. One by one I heard the youngsters come in. Then suddenly I heard the engine of Eddie’s van roll into the driveway. I waited a moment before heading downstairs with my empty glass of what was once water. I’ll admit I dumped it out in the upstairs sink just so I had a reason to go and get more.

I walked down to the kitchen, opening the freezer for some ice when I heard his boots hit the entryway. 

“Who’s ready to get crazyyyyy!?” He yelled at the kids standing around in the kitchen beside him. 

I couldn’t help but chuckle a bit myself. He was so good with them. It felt like he really cared and looked out for them. 

I turned around and walked to the sink to fill my glass as the kids began shuffling downstairs one by one. Only Eddie and I remained in the kitchen. Again. 

“How is it that we keep finding ourselves here (Y/N)?” He asked me while leaning up against the door frame to the basement. 

I took a sip of my water to ensure I didn’t look so eager to talk to him. “I think you’re just stalking me Munson.” I said after setting my glass down and folding my arms across my chest. 

He flashed me that beautiful grin of his. “Did you have a chance to listen to any of those cassettes?” He asked curiously. 

I didn’t want to tell him that I immediately listened to all of them the same day he gave them to me so I had to try and play it cool. “Uh, yeah I’ve listened to a couple of them actually. You picked some good ones for sure.” 

“Well, if you’re interested in hearing some other new stuff you should come over to my place sometime soon. I have shelves full of tapes that are absolutely wicked.” He said with heavy emotion in his voice. 

My heart felt like it started racing a bit. He wanted me to come over… to his place … alone ??

I shifted in my spot while pretending to think it over. I immediately knew I would say yes but I couldn’t let him know that. 

“Yeah, I suppose that would be pretty cool.” I said casually. “When were you thinking ?” I asked. 

“I have band practice tomorrow until 6 but after that I’m free. Come over around 6:30, yeah ?” He asked. I nodded my head in agreement. 

Eddie grabbed the pen and paper that sat near the home phone in the kitchen and began writing. “Here is my address -“ before he could finish his sentence the children that were in the basement began calling for him. 

I heard Dustin’s shrieking voice, “EDDDDDDDIE!!! Let’s gooooooo!!!” We both looked at each other and laughed. 

“You better get going.” I said. “See you tomorrow at 6:30.” 

“Be there or be square!” He said with a grin, waved bye to me, and vanished to the basement. 

I waited till he fully disappeared before doing a little happy dance. This boy has a hold over me and he has absolutely no idea. 

Later that night I lied in bed and couldn’t stop thinking about what tomorrow would be like. Would it be super awkward and weird ? God I hope not. Would he suddenly realize that he doesn’t like me at all ? All these thoughts running through my mind. I chose to not focus on them. 

I couldn’t help but begin to think about his physical attributes. His lips looked so pink and soft. His curly locks looked like they were begging for me to run my hands through. His tattoo covered arms were muscular but not so much so that you would notice if he wasn't flexing. 

I hummed while thinking about how beautiful he was. Unexpectedly I began to feel a slight pulsating in my clit. Thinking about him was turning me on a bit more than I expected. 

My hands drifted down to my abdomen, my fingers toying with the waistband of my underwear. I creeped down further and further until I felt the wetness between my legs. “Oh” I let out. I hadn’t expected to get like this. 

I knew I should just turnover and go to sleep but the slightest press to my core became so sensitive that all I wanted to do was touch myself. 

I began to think about what it would be like if it was him who was touching me. How I would direct his fingers. How I would move my body so that he could get me off. “Fuck!” thought to myself. I was so turned on that I needed that release. I couldn’t just ignore it now. 

My index finger and middle finger began slowly grazing at my clit. I was teasing myself. The sensation was making me feel more and more wet by the second. I curled my fingers and slowly inserted them into myself, my head immediately throwing back with my hips pushed upwards. 

I wanted him, but this would have to do for now. 

I pumped my fingers in and out slowly at first and then quicker after a couple of minutes. I envisioned the black haired boy pressing kisses to my neck as he fucked me with his fingers. I could feel my release coming. 

I turned my head as far as I could into my pillow to muffle the small squeals I had let out. “Oh, Eddie..” I breathed. Before I could even fully process it, my body melted into my hands and euphoria took over. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” I moaned to myself. 

I laid there silently with my head still thrown into the pillow as my breathing began slowing down. My orgasm made the sleepiness appear and slowly I drifted off to sleep. 

The next day for the most part consisted of me trying to figure out what I should wear and what we would talk about. I felt ridiculous about how I was acting about the whole situation but at the same time I didn’t care. 

I looked at the clock which showed 5:53 pm. I would need to leave soon since I had to bike over. Thankfully Eddie didn’t live far enough where I would have to be concerned that I would be gross and sweaty by the time I arrived. 

Before heading out the door I did a double check of my outfit. I decided to go with black jeans and an oversized tee with a knot tied on the side to make it more fitting but still relaxed. I went with very light makeup and curled my hair just enough to give it some body. 

“Aunt Karen, I'll be back later tonight. I’m meeting up with a new friend. Don’t wait up for me!” You shouted while heading out the door. 

“Please be safe (Y/N)! Call me if you need me and have a good time.” She yelled back. You could almost hear a sigh of relief in her voice as she was just happy to see you getting out of the house. The transition to this new home was hard enough, doing it without friends made it even harder. 

You peddled to the trailer park steadily being sure to not show up too early as you didn’t want to look overly eager when arriving. You rode up to the trailer and stopped just outside his door and looked at your watch which read 6:28 pm. Standing outside the door you could hear a faint sound of heavy metal making its way through the trailer. “Now or never..” you breathed out while stepping up the stairs and giving three solid knocks. 

You fiddled with your fingers and began picking at the dead skin around them as you stood there waiting- your nervous habit. 

Suddenly you heard the music start to fade away a bit, he must have turned it down. I could hear his steps approaching the door. My heart began racing faster and my palms started to get a bit sweaty. 

The door swung up and I looked up to a shirtless Eddie staring down and smiling at me. 

“Sorry love. I didn’t want to stink for ya. Still have two minutes, you know?” He said and laughed. His hair was damp and stuck around the sides of his face. He wore tight skinny jeans with rips all down the front. His exposed chest showing all the little tattoos he had obtained over the years.  

“Oh. I’m sorry ?” I said and laughed. “Did you want to grab a shirt ? I can wait here if you would like.” 

He looked at me as if I had just said something crazy. “No no. Come in. After all, they're just nipples. I’m sure you have them too.”  He said while laughing at my bashful stance. 

I stepped up into the trailer taking in my surroundings. The scent was a mix of floral accents and weed. As if he had lit a candle to try and cover up the smell. The living room area was small but comfortable with only a futon and television in the corner. There was a stereo on the other side of the room that quietly played much softer music than what I had heard previously. To my left was a small kitchen and a little eating nook. Connected to the kitchen was a long hallway which I can only assume lead to the bedrooms and bathroom. I liked it. A lot. 

“It’s not much, I know.” He said sheepishly. 

I stopped him before he could continue, “No. Eddie, I actually really like it. And before you ask I promise I’m not lying.” I said and laughed. 

He flashed that beautiful smile at me and shook his head slowly, “I’m glad you like it. Means you’ll be more likely to come back.” He said. “I’m just gonna grab a shirt real quick. My cassette collection is right over there by the speakers if you wanna take a look.” He stated while gesturing over. 

I walked over to the collection and reached my hand out to skim over what he had. I’m not sure I had ever seen this many tapes in my life. The boy was not kidding when he said he loved music. 

My thoughts were interrupted with the footsteps of Eddie walking back into the room. “Anything striking your fancy?” He asked me. 

I looked at him reluctantly, “If we’re being honest I don’t know who most of these artists are and could really use your expertise.” 

He walked over to me and reached out to the tapes I had been skimming over, accidentally brushing his fingers over mine. I felt myself shiver inside. 

“Well, based on what I know you like I would suggest either Steel Glass or Red Soldier. “ He said while holding the two tapes in his hand. 

“I think I should close my eyes and you’ll mix the tapes up and hold them in your hands and then I’ll just choose. Sound good?” I asked. 

He shook his head and I closed my eyes and reached out. I didn’t realize how close he had actually been standing next to me and as I reached out I brushed my hand over his chest, extending just a little too far. 

“You’re gonna have to take me on a date before you can get under there.” He spoke with a chuckle. 

“I’m so sorry!” I said laughing with my eyes still closed. “Let me try that again.” My hands reached out and this time I ended up picking his right hand. 

“Red Soldier it is!” He said and then popped the tape in the player. “This was a very good choice. One of my favorites really.” He said. “Wanna take a seat ? We can smoke a bit if you’re into that?” He asked me curiously. 

“I do partake but I think I’m gonna hold off some. Really wanna enjoy the music.” You said with a smile. In actuality you just didn’t want to accidentally make a fool out of yourself while being intoxicated. 

“I can respect that.” He noted while gesturing over to the futon. “Please seat yourself. Pretty ladies always get first choice” 

I looked over at him while making my way towards the futon, “Ah so this is a frequent thing that you do then? Inviting women over to try and seduce them with your music collection ?” You very courageously asked. 

Eddie seemed taken aback by my comment. “Is that what you think is happening right now?” He asked back. The music now playing in the background as Eddie made his way over to the other side of the futon. 

“Well Mr. Munson, one can only assume when you make a remark like that.” I joked. 

“No, it’s not like that.” He spoke with a grin. “I actually couldn’t tell you the last time I had someone here. I guess you could say that living in a trailer park with your uncle doesn’t really get the ladies to chase after you.” He paused for a moment to think. “It actually means a lot to me that you’re here.” He spoke again. 

My breath felt as if it was stuck in my throat. He really actually wanted to hang out with me ? 

Before I could make a comment he asked me, “So, what’s your story ? How’d you end up in dreadful ole Hawkins ?” 

I knew this would come up but somehow I still wasn’t ready. I wanted to be honest with him but I also didn’t want to have a breakdown. I began fiddling with my fingers that sat in my lap while looking down. He must have sensed my hesitation because just then he reached out and touched my arm signaling me to look at him. 

“Hey, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” He said with a concerned look on his face. 

I stuttered trying to think of how to word what I wanted to say. “Well…” I began. “I’m from Ohio originally. I had been living with my dad and little sister. My mom left us when we were young so I kinda took on the matriarchal role in the house. I didn’t mind so much though. I really loved being there for my sister when she needed me. I did everything I could to make sure life was as normal as possible for her. My dad wasn’t around very much since he was always working to make sure he could keep a roof over our head and food on the table…” 

I stopped for a moment to look at Eddie. His face was so focused on me and what I had to say. 

“About 7 weeks ago though, my life changed forever. I had gotten into a really dumb argument with my dad over going out to see some local band play with a couple of friends. He didn’t think the place we would be going to was safe and he wanted me to stay home. We got into a screaming match because I thought I deserved one night out. A break from being a mother to my sister…” I paused again trying to find my words. 

“I ended up going anyway against my fathers wishes. When I was coming back home from that night out, I had seen from afar that there was smoke flowing up to the sky. I couldn’t tell where it was coming from at first but as I got closer it was evident that it was rising from my home.” I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes now. Eddie reached out to clasp my hand in his own as I continued on. 

“I got home before the firefighters made it. There was a crowd of neighbors standing around doing nothing to help my family… I immediately burst inside the house without thinking. The flames had guarded the stairway so I couldn’t make it to the second floor. But…” I stopped as the sobs started. 

“B-but… I knew they were still alive up there. I could hear my sister's cries. The floor started caving in from above and the firefighters had arrived just in time to pull me out of the burning house. They couldn’t make it upstairs to get her…Neither my father or sister survived that night. I can’t help but think to myself everyday, why wasn't it me instead ? She didn’t deserve it. She had her whole life ahead of her Eddie.” I broke down. 

Eddie pushed his body as close to me as possible, wrapping his long arms around my shoulders to bring me into his chest. 

I felt like I couldn’t move at all. Completely paralyzed with the emotions that ran through me. As I laid against him, crying into his chest, I could feel his one hand pressed against my head and the other on my back. He rocked me just a little bit. Enough to make me feel more calm. 

It must have been a whole five minutes before I had the courage to pull away some and look up at him. He moved his hands to my face to wipe away the tears that still streamed. “I’m so sorry.” He breathed out. As an instinct I pressed myself back into him, needing to be held right now. He never pulled away from me the entire time we sat there. He wanted me to be the first one, he wanted me to decide when I didn’t need that physical touch anymore. 

As he held me I wrapped my fingers around the back of his neck to hold myself up. When I finally pulled away from him I could see how much my tears had dampened his shirt. 

“Oh I’m so sorry Eddie. I didn’t mean for this to happen. It’s just all still so fresh in my mind and I can barely think about it without breaking down let alone talk about it ..” I started rambling. 

Eddie stopped me by lifting his hand to my face to push away the remaining tears that laid on my cheek. 

“Please don’t be sorry.” He whispered. He knew how fragile I was at that moment. 

“I had no idea at all. Mike never mentioned why you were staying at his place and now I know why… (Y/N) you’ve got to be the strongest person I’ve ever met.” 

His big brown eyes stared down at me while I looked up at him. I must have looked absolutely helpless at this moment. 

My mind started racing as I looked at him. I just felt the sudden need for physical touch. I needed someone to love me and tell me everything was going to be okay. 

Before I even had a chance to think my actions over before doing them, my body instinctively moved closer to his so that we were now face to face and chest to chest. Both of my hands reached out and wrapped around his neck and into his hair before I pressed my lips against his. I expected him to pull away almost immediately, but he didn’t. 

I moved my lips to sync into his. He placed his hands at my sides and gripped onto me. I needed him in this moment. I needed someone to love me, even if it was temporary, and to tell me everything was going to be okay. After about thirty seconds of kissing, he pulled away hesitantly. I didn’t expect it and let out a small gasp as he did so. 

He looked at me trying to understand my emotions and what he should do next. I never wanted to let go. I could have stayed like that for hours if he let me. 

He finally went to speak again, “It’s not that I didn’t want this to happen tonight, I really did. And if we’re being completely honest, I invited you over to listen to music because I felt like too much of a coward at the time to ask you out on a real date.” He breathed. “I just want to make sure you’re doing this because you actually want to.” 

I pulled away more and wiped my face with my hands the best that I could. I was really happy I chose to do light makeup tonight.

“Eddie, I wanted this more than I could possibly explain. I’m sorry it took for me to pour my trauma out to you to do so.” I said with a laugh. 

He smiled at me and leaned down to kiss me again. God I could get so used to his taste. The feeling of his soft lips brushing against mine was enough to go into full overload. 

When I pulled away I noticed that both of our shirts were now soaking wet. “Oh.” I said while looking down. 

“Don’t worry about it.” He remarked. Let me grab you a shirt so you don’t have to be uncomfortable.” He spoke again before getting up from the sofa and running down the hall. 

I felt so stupid for putting myself out there like that. I had been here less than an hour and already I was showing him what a hot mess I was. While he was gone I tried to dry my face up as much as possible. I could feel that my face was now beat red and likely blotchy. “Dammit” I sighed to myself. 

Eddie came back with a shirt for me and a shirt for him. He didn’t even hesitate to change in front of me seeing as I had already seen him shirtless at this point. I picked up the shirt he tossed me and stood up. 

“Bathroom is right down the hall.” He said to me before I could even ask. 

I nodded and walked to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. Seeing myself in the mirror confirmed my suspicions. I was definitely blotchy. After I changed, I washed my face with some cold water and cleaned up a bit before fixing my hair and exiting. 

Eddie sat in his same spot as before, patiently waiting for my return. I gave him a smile and sat down. “Thank you for listening and being so supportive. I actually haven’t talked about that night with anyone yet. I’m glad I did with you though. It feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.” I said with a heavy sigh. 

We both sat on the futon facing each other but with some space apart now. He stared at me for a moment while fiddling with the rings that graced his hands.

 “Can I tell you something that might sound weird ?” He asked me and looked back down. 

“Anything.” I responded. I don’t think there’s anything Eddie could say at this point that would scare me away. 

He looked like he wanted to take his words back but it was too late. He seemed as if he was wrestling with how to word what he wanted to say. “While I was holding you, feeling you sob into my chest… all I wanted to do was kiss your pain away.” He looked back up at me to see my reaction. I hadn’t moved or said anything yet. Still trying to process what he had just said.

“Shit!” He mumbled while standing up. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I shouldn't have said that… I feel so stupid.” 

I stood up directly in front of him, closing the gap between us. My breathing becoming sporadic and heart racing. I placed my hands at his abdomen and carefully ran my fingers over his torso to his neck. He looked down at me, mouth slightly agape, looking unsure of what my next move would be. I pushed myself up on my tip toes so that my mouth was as close to his ear as possible. 

“Don’t apologize. Just touch me.” I whispered to him. It felt as if it had almost turned into a moan as I brushed my lips down his jaw. I showered his neck with kisses as he placed his hands on my hips.

This all felt as if it was moving so fast yet, at the same time, not fast enough. I forgot what it had felt like to be held. To be touched. To be kissed. 

I whispered to him again, “Please kiss the pain away…” before pressing my lips onto him again. This time the kiss was more passionate. There was hunger lingering underneath which seemed to have woken him up from his state of shock. Never breaking the kiss his fingers were able to find the hem of the shirt he had lent me. As soon as my shirt hit the floor, I hastily went for his, practically ripping it from his body. We both stood there staring at one another. No words needing to be said. 

My hands wandered behind my back as I moved to unclasp my bra. I let it fall to the floor, never breaking eye contact with Eddie. We both stood there now bare chested. His hands reached for mine and without saying a word he led me to his bedroom. 

He closed the door as I stood at the foot of his bed, waiting for his next move. I needed him more than I could possibly express to him in words. He locked the door and turned back to face me. 

His left hand became tangled in my hair as he held me in place kissing my neck first and then trailing upward to my lips while his other hand caressed it’s way from my bare hips to my breast. He was being so gentle with me, as if I was glass that could break at any moment. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He breathed into my jaw. “More perfect than I could have ever imagined.” 

I could feel the tingling in the pit of my stomach. How could he make me feel like this ? In Eddie’s hands I feel like all my fears have faded away. Like the only two people that exist in this universe are him and I. 

“I'm afraid of how much I like you Edds. Please don’t leave me too. I can’t handle that heartbreak.” I said, holding tears back. 

He carefully placed his hands at my hips again to guide me back on to the bed. I lay there while he straddled my hips, leaning over me and cupping my face. He must have sensed my emotions starting to rise again. “Please don’t cry.” He spoke. “Let me take your pain away…” He said and then pressed his delicate lips onto mine once more. 

I raised my arms to tangle into his hair as he shifted down into my neck and then carefully down the valley between my breasts. Pressing light kisses every inch or so. I never wanted to leave this moment. It felt like pure ecstasy. 

His lips pressed near my navel as both his hands raised to each of my breast, fiddling around til he found my nipples and gave each of them a small squeeze. 

He took my breath completely away from me at that moment. I was so sensitive in my nipples that I let out a loud gasp that turned into a moan. I released my hands from his hair and extended my arms above my head reaching for the sheets to dig my nails into. 

He tweaked at my nipples again once more before releasing. “Easy love.. ” he spoke, “we’re just getting started.” 

God I could get used to that. 

His hair tickled slowly down my thighs as I felt his lips kiss down my body. Every press of his lips sent a shiver down my spine. Eddie looked up at me with his hands placed at the buttons on my jeans. He left another small kiss again before asking, “Can I take these off?” Before he could even complete his sentence I was blurting out, “Yes. Please, yes. I would do anything for you to do to me now, what you did in my head last night.” Oh fuck. I didn’t mean to say that last part out loud. 

Eddie stopped dead in his tracks and looked up at me. “Wait. Can you repeat that last part?” He asked with the smuggest look on his face. 

I closed my eyes and looked away feeling so unbelievably embarrassed. “I … uh. I may or may not have touched myself to the thought of you eating me out last night.” I said while peeking through my eyelids to see his reaction. God he must have thought I was an absolute nut case by now. 

His smile grew wider. “Okay. Wait. So…” he trailed on as if he was trying to still comprehend what I had just said. “You masturbated to the thought of me eating you out last night ? Well, I certainly hope I did okay.” He said and laughed. “Did you uh … finish ?” 

I felt butterflies consume my stomach. “Yes… I did. And if we’re being honest, it was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” I admitted. 

He let his head down and kissed my stomach again. Looking back up to me he said, “That has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I could cum at just the thought alone.” He began to unbutton the tight jeans that were still separating us. I could feel how damp my panties had become when he started removing my jeans and the air hit my core. 

In one quick swoop Eddie was able to remove both my jeans and underwear so that I was now laying in front of him completely nude. He threw the clothing behind him and placed his hands at my ankles. His hands slowly began moving up my legs as he carefully observed my facial expression. He was teasing me with the sensation of his touch. 

His fingertips gradually moved upwards into my calves. I could feel myself shiver internally knowing what was to come. He crept into my thigh and followed with kisses. I don’t think I could ever get enough of him flowering me with his soft lips. I want him to press them to every inch of my body. I let out a moan at just the thought. I felt him let the smallest chuckle out into my thigh. 

He was almost to wear I needed him most. My legs instinctively closed as his fingers tickled at where my thigh meets my pelvis. 

“Oh no. These stay open.” He uttered. 

I unclenched my legs and opened them back up and smiled. “You’re such a fucking tease Munson.” I said while staring down at him as his mouth rested just in front of where I needed him most. 

“Baby, isn’t that the fun part?” He asked before swiping his tongue directly over my clit. 

My entire body pushed itself back onto the bed while my back arched up. “Ahh!” I moaned out. I was melting underneath him and I never wanted it to stop. 

“Is that better ?” He asked while sliding his index finger over my now very wet pussy. “Is this what you wanted, love?” He asked. 

I could barely think let alone respond to him. He knew what he was doing and he loved every single second of it. 

He placed one more kiss on my clit before latching his mouth on top of me. “Ooh…” you moaned louder this time. You could feel him sucking on you just as you had imagined he would. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet, all for me.” He uttered while looking back up at me. His face glistened with my juices so much so that it almost made me laugh; however, I was too entranced in what he was doing to my body to comprehend the ability to do so. 

He went back to sucking but this time he inserted a finger while doing so. I threw my head back again, almost seeing stars. My hands unclenched from the sheets to move to my breasts. I lingered my fingers over my nipples which caused a tingling in the pit of my stomach. A feeling I had become very familiar with. I hadn’t realized that Eddie was watching me do this. 

My fingers tweaked at each nipple. “Oh. Fuck… fuck.” I almost screamed out now. 

I felt Eddie’s mouth detach again which immediately made me look down at him. He can’t stop now. I was so close. 

“Jesus fucking Christ. You’re so gorgeous.” He whispered. I watched as Eddie completely stopped touching me to unbutton and remove his own pants. Now there was no fabric standing in our way. 

His cock was exactly how I imagined it. He was more thick than long- my favorite, I thought to myself as I lusted at the sight of his bare body. He stood over me, staring and looking drunk with lust. His right hand moved to his cock. I watched as he slowly began stroking himself. His head slightly fell back some- Not for long though. He wanted to drink the sight of me in. I felt like I could cum just watching him pleasure himself. 

My own hand moved over to my pussy as I slowly began to flick at my clit. God he was so fucking sexy. I pushed a finger inside myself to fill the empty ache that had formed in the pit of my stomach. 

Before I knew it, Eddie was back on his knees sucking on me. He moved my own hand away from my pussy so that he could place his own two fingers inside of me. 

I could feel the orgasm slowly building now. I was on fire for him. “Ed-die… I can’t hold on.. m-much longer..” I spit out. It was then that I felt a third finger push into me. That was it. 

My entire body threw itself back again as my fingers found their way to Eddie’s hair. I tugged at him hard enough to hear him let out a moan too. It felt like my orgasm had lasted a full 60 seconds.

As my breathing settled, I felt Eddie’s body crawl up towards me. His hard cock dragging against my body. He pushed a kiss into my neck. “Did I live up to your imagination’s standard?” He asked while chuckling. 

I looked at him grinning, “More than you will ever know..” I simply said before wrapping my hand around his jaw and kissing him. I fought my tongue into his mouth, wanting to taste him. Well, now I guess it would be wanting to taste us. He seemed taken aback by my aggression. I moved my hands to his chest and shoved him down onto his back, never breaking our kiss. 

I ran my hands down his chest, stopping at his hips and pulling away from our kiss to take his beauty in. His chest glistened with the thinnest layer of sweat and his lips were a bright pink from all the attention he had just given me. I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me. I adjusted my hips to move further down his body. My clit grazed across the base of his firm cock causing a quiet gasp from both of us. 

I positioned myself in between his legs, resting on my knees while my ass was sticking up in the air. My hands pressed into his upper thighs while my head leaned down to flick my tongue at his balls. I moved my hands lower and pressed a finger very gently into his taint. I heard a yelp come from Eddie. 

“Fucking hell, you’re trying get me to cum without even touching my cock ?” He gasped and then chuckled. 

I continued what I was doing but worked my way up. I placed my tongue at his base and slowly ran up to the tip. I looked up at him to see his arms behind his head, eyes closed, and lips pursed. Without skipping a beat I placed my mouth on his tip and engulfed him whole. 

“Oh. Shit..” he cried. I didn’t let up though and pushed myself as far down as I could, gaging some. 

Eddie moved his hands down to me and grazed my chin with his fingers. “Look at me baby. I wanna watch you gag on my cock.” 

I stared up at him as I continued to suck him off, using my hand to pump up and down on him when I needed to take a breather. Tears were streaming down my face and saliva dripping down my chin. “I’ve never seen something so beautiful in my life.” He spoke through another moan. “Baby I need you to stop. I’m gonna cum any second if you keep going.” 

I raised my head and began wiping at my chin. He bent down and raised a hand to my face to wipe the tears like he once did before on the futon. I moved up closer to him and kissed him hard. I could feel Eddie’s arms moving around looking for something while we kissed. He pulled away briefly to open the drawer of his nightstand, pulling out a condom. 

I plucked the condom from his hand before he had a chance to open it. He looked at me and laughed, “Just can’t wait for me, can ya?” 

I smiled at him and pulled the condom from the foil packet before throwing it to the wayside and placing the rubber on to his tip before slowly rolling it down. He didn’t take his eyes off me the entire time, studying me like he was mesmerized. 

Once the rubber was fully on, I pulled my body upward so that I was leaning over him, pussy straddling his cock to tease him just a little bit. I placed kisses over his chest and nipples. 

“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking hot (Y/N). I could do this all day.” He uttered. 

“If you’re lucky, maybe we will.” I said and winked at him before syncing onto his cock. I felt the ache that was once in the pit of my stomach completely disappear. I let myself down slowly so I could feel every inch of him inside me. 

Eddie was staring at me from below, looking like he was in a daze. “Your cock feels so good.” I let out as I began to gently move up and down. Eddie moved his hands to my hips and then let them wander up to cup my breasts as I slid up and down. He squeezed at my nipples, now knowing that was my sweet spot. Profanity escaped my lips over and over again. I didn’t think I would be able to last long with how he was fucking me. 

Before I knew it, Eddie had moved both his hands onto my hips and grabbed me firmly while sitting up. He managed to flip my body onto my back without his cock ever leaving me. I let out my loudest moan yet into his neck before I latched my lips onto him and began sucking heavily. 

Eddie continued to pump in and out while whispering sweet nothings into my ear, “You’re so fucking beautiful. The second I laid my eyes on you, I knew I needed you. To feel you and kiss you.” He spoke before pushing his lips to mine again. “I’ll never hurt you ..” he spoke again before releasing another moan. If I hadn’t been so caught up in the act I probably would have started crying from his sincerity. 

“Baby…” is all I could breathe out before being distracted by the heat rising into my belly. “I’m gonna .. cum so soon. Please ..” I begged him. 

His thrusts became faster and steadier. I knew this was his way of telling me to let go. After another five pumps, I began crumbling into him. The sensation began taking over every part of my body. I couldn’t control how loud I had become screaming out, “YES. Oh my fucking god yes.” If anyone heard me I would have been so embarrassed, but in this moment all that mattered was him and I. Together as one. 

I felt my pussy contracting around him. That must have been enough to send him over as well. As my orgasm began dying down, his was just beginning. He buried his head into my neck while continuing to pump. I ran my fingers into his hair and whispered into his ear, “Cum for me baby. Cum for me …” 

Eddie let out several loud moans over and over again.. “Fuck you feel so good.”

I sprinkled kisses into his neck and on his cheek. His pumps became slower and slower as the sensation started to die down for him. When he finished, his body collapsed onto my own. His breathing was heavy and his forehead wet from sweat. I moved my hand to his face to brush his curls away from his eyes. 

I felt like I was absolutely glowing. Eddie had made me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt in my life. 

He slowly raised his head a bit to look at me and smile while placing kisses around my jaw. As he leaned up more, his hands came to my face and he held me tight to place the most delicate loving kiss on my lips. He pulled away and we both smiled until he finally rolled off me to lay on his side. He traced his fingers up and down the valley between my breasts. 

I looked at him with a serious look now. “Thank you.” Is all I could let out. He seemed confused at first. 

“Are you thanking me for having sex with you ?” He laughed. 

I smirked, “No… thank you for making me feel again. These past two months have been filled with nothing but dark days.” I reached down to hold his hand while I continued on, “I don’t know what this is” gesturing between us, “but whatever it is, I hope it continues… cause I kinda like you a lot.” I let out with a quiet laugh. 

He brushed his fingers over my hand while holding it. “I really like you too. I wasn't just saying before that the second I laid my eyes on you, I knew I wanted you. Not just physically either.” He spoke. “Do you think maybe I could take you on an actual date soon ? I’m one thousand percent fine with the date ending like this again, BUT… maybe we can get to know each other better first?” He said with the cutest fucking smile I’ve ever seen. 

I kissed him once more. “Yes… I’d like that a lot.” I said before cuddling up into his chest and slowly falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. 

I think Hawkins might be an okay place after all.

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[winterandwords]

🌞 Writeblr positivity tag

Tagged by @reneesbooks. Thanks, friend!

1. What motivates you to write?

World's simplest answer, but enjoyment. I just really, really enjoy writing and couldn't imagine not doing it.

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

This bit from November Breaks (you can read and download the whole thing for free at @novemberbreaksbywintersimpson!) will forever make me feel fizzy about my wordstuff...

Hovering above the boundary between potential and decision, I am opaque. He holds me at the edge of the void and I become transparent. I wrap my bravado in ribbons of tendons and bruise-kissed skin, and even that is not enough of an offering.

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

All of them! If I absolutely have to pick one, probably Brett from November Breaks and Spin Cylinder. He's a terrible bastard, but he's so much fun. He's reckless, self-centred, manipulative, and usually high on something. He's a very "That's a terrible idea. We should do it immediately" kind of person with no conscience and enough charisma to turn most situations in the direction of his choosing. Not someone I'd be friends with in real life, but a great dude to have living in my head.

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

Editing. Specifically line editing. Like final draft level line editing. Obsessing over the tiny details with the guts of the hard work already done.

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Dialogue, maybe? I write a lot in first person, so maybe that should be monologue. I hear character's voices really clearly in my head, so I always feel like I'm just writing down something someone else is dictating to me.

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

The level of support and pure hype. How people will go absolutely feral over each other's writing. It's fucking beautiful. Also, I don't feel like the only fucked up weirdo here, so that's nice.

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

I recently discovered LivingWriter and I'm in love. I adored Scrivener, but I need to be able to access my writing on my phone as well as my laptop and Google Docs didn't have the structure I crave. LW looks like how the inside of my brain feels.

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

The psychoactive frequencies in Bridge From Ashes and Project Aria are fun. I've always wished it was possible to get the effect of drugs or adrenaline-junkie experiences without the potential consequences, so I made a fictional way for that to happen.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

TAKE A BREAK. No, seriously. If you're feeling burned out, exhausted or lacking in motivation, let yourself rest and recharge. We're all so conditioned to push through and often the best thing to do is just chill, switch off or switch gears for a bit, and let the muse kick back in when it's ready.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

@kaiusvnoir, @indecentpause, @thegreatobsesso, @manathen, @nanashi23, @elbritch-kit, @reeseweston, @drabbleitout, @diphthongsfordays, @i-can-even-burn-salad (I feel like I'm forgetting people because there are so many amazing folks on here and I'm endlessly grateful for you all)

Tagging @cherrybombfangirlwrites, @clairelsonao3, @daisywords and @diphthongsfordays if they'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to take part. Blank questions are under the cut 💜

1. What motivates you to write?

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

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Impulse Control Asleep, Post Drafts

I'm trying to post more/more regularly so here's a draft of a thing that I feel confident enough about to put it here. I'm putting a more extensive summary directly under the cut, but tl;dr it's a Meet the Protagonists piece.

Word Count: 7059

Current title is Not Alone, from Apotheosis 1:8

So Andraste said to her followers: "You who stand before the gates, \ You who have followed me into the heart of evil, \ The fear of death is in your eyes; its hand is upon your throat. \ Raise your voices to the heavens! Remember: \ Not alone do we stand on the field of battle.

Excerpt that will probably go in the summary when I post it:

Even though he knows Harea cannot have survived the explosion of the temple, Rogelan stays where he is. He would rather let the approaching humans capture him than risk any more harm coming to his cousin. She and Isene have been his to protect since before any of them had their vallaslin. His heart grieves, even as his mind shrinks from understanding the destruction that surrounds him.

Then Harea breathes.

The more extensive summary is as follows: I want to establish the immediate canon divergence that happens with my three inkys playthrough, and how the three of them play off each other at least a little bit. It is, I will admit, a little Rogelan focused. And Harea is by herself when she's conscious, but really her role in the first 1/3 of the storyline is "soft thing to be protected" rather than an actor in her own story, so I think I can be forgiven for it.

The things I'm most wobbly on (and would therefore deeply appreciate critique/suggestions regarding) are the battle in Ise's section and (minor spoiler) Andraste's characterization in Harea's. I will love you forever, please tell me your opinion on how well those two things play.

Anyway

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Rogelan comes to consciousness with his arms wrapped around his cousin's shoulders, and for a moment he thinks it's all been a dream. The shem conclave, the shouts for help, the explosion. The running, seemingly endless running through a nightmare landscape, hounded all the way by humans with pitchforks or sword-emblazoned armor. He feels the sun on his back and the heat of a fire near at hand, and Harea curled up under his arm for warmth or protection from her bad dreams, and he imagines himself safe at home with the clan. 

Then he opens his eyes. 

The many small fires nearby produce oily black smoke, and the sky is a sickening fade green. All around him lies what is left of the shattered Temple of Sacred Ashes. A troop of nervous shems with their swords out are approaching, looking battered and shaken. Dangerous. Like they're hunting an excuse, or perhaps a scapegoat. He looks about for his sister, but he sees only blasted corpses. None of this, however, is as awful as what he holds in his arms. 

Harea's body is blackened and charred by fire. Rogelan's first instinct is to leap away, horrified, and perhaps retch up the contents of his stomach. He stops himself just in time, terrified that she will collapse into dust and embers if he takes the support of his arms from her. The delicate features of her face are nearly unrecognizable. It is only lifelong companionship that tells him the thing he's holding was once his cousin. Nothing moves for an eternity of seconds. 

A crackle of green energy pops and shudders between their bodies, somewhere in the vicinity of where Harea's left hand ought to be. Rogelan stares, completely at a loss for what else to do. He doesn't know how he's managed to come through whatever has just happened alive and largely unhurt, but it seems that he is the only one. The squad of shems is getting closer. If he doesn't move soon, they'll be on him before he has a chance to defend himself. If he does move, he risks Harea disintegrating. Even though he knows she cannot be alive, Rogelan would rather let himself be taken by the humans than let her fall apart. She and Isene have been his to protect since before any of them had their vallaslin. His heart grieves, even as his mind shrinks from understanding the destruction that surrounds him. 

Then Harea breathes. It is an abrupt, shuddering gasp—the inhale of a person surfacing after a long dive beneath the surface of a lake. Flakes of charred skin shake loose and flutter to the black ground with every tiny movement. Rogelan barely has time to process this development before the unique green-and-gold shimmer of Harea's magic swirls out from that odd crackling vent in her hand, curling its healing tendrils up and around the two of them. He finds what minor scrapes and bruises he has managed to acquire disappearing beneath the gentle, probing light. 

Rogelan watches the magic, which is blended oddly with the black-green light of the fade and with another radiant sun-bright energy that he doesn't recognize. It surges in great pulses now, enveloping Harea and forcing Rogelan to take a few steps away despite his resolution to support her. He raises his hand to shield his eyes from the suddenly blinding light, which leaves the silhouette of a woman wreathed in flame seared onto his corneas in the heartbeat between realizing he needs to look away and doing so. An armored hand comes down on his shoulder, steadying him when he stumbles over a lump of something he doesn't want to identify. 

He twists round and finds a human only a few inches shorter than himself, with curly hair and a concerned expression. Of the shems within easy reach, he's the only one whose sword is sheathed. The hand he doesn't have on Rogelan’s shoulder is similarly raised to protect his vision, but his attention is on the severe-looking woman whose armor announces her as a Seeker of Truth—to Rogelan’s understanding, a sort of super-templar tasked with apprehending dangerous rogue mages and lyrium-mad runaways from the ranks of the Order. He's met two or three of them over the years, hunting the same quarry. They don't make him feel easy, but knowing one is around removes some of the defensive terror from his immediate sense of panic. At least there will be someone in authority to reason with. 

The light subsides after no more than ten rabbit-fast heartbeats. Rogelan drops his hand immediately, unsure what he's expecting to see. Whatever he’s expecting, it isn't what he finds. Harea, looking completely uninjured but for the strange crackling thing in the palm of her left hand, stands shakily where her charred corpse had been just moments ago. The light which had engulfed her now shines, like dawn on a snowy morning, from her eyes. She looks at the Seeker, who has her shield up but is making no threatening movements just yet. In a voice so unlike her own that Rogelan has trouble believing it's coming from her throat, Harea speaks. 

“Be not afraid, truth seeker most valiant / what has been forgotten has not yet been lost. / The Maker’s song-weaver, from silence unending / stands now before you, mantled in light. / Greet this, my champion, guide her and keep her / for darkness is coming to cloak all with night.” 

Whatever this is, it isn't Rogelan’s cousin. He can sense the power rippling off of it like heat from an open forge, and he can see its words striking the Seeker like a smith’s hammer. Most of the other shems are blasted back by the sheer force of this thing's presence. Then the creature turns its flaming gaze on Rogelan, and he feels the weight of its attention. He can't look away. It monopolizes his focus in a way he has never experienced before; the nervous shem soldiers with their swords out stop mattering. So do the smoldering ruins of the temple, the warbling rent in the sky overhead, and the gnawing terror of not knowing where Isene is. Nothing matters, suddenly, except hearing what this entity has to say to him.

“Protection incarnate, hear truth and heed it: / souls beyond number cry out for your aid. / The weightiest matters, for leadership lacking, / fall on the foolish and ruin is wrought. / Gifts of the elf-gods, your sword arm and shield / in righteous defense of your duty upheld / now called by their Makers, to battle unbroken: / Stand for your People and save all the world.” 

The light abruptly leaves Harea’s eyes as soon as she finishes speaking, and she crumples to the ground. Rogelan breaks out of the shem soldier’s grip and rushes to her side. He pulls her into a half-sitting position against his chest and frantically checks for a pulse. When he finds it, he finally lets himself breathe. She's alive. Whatever else is going on, whatever that thing was that used her body to deliver its… prophecy? None of it is important. As long as she's alive, he hasn’t failed completely. 

“What… was that?” The Seeker demands, as if Rogelan is supposed to know. 

Before he can respond, a wall of fire goes up between the Seeker and the two elves on the ground, effectively ringing Rogelan and Harea with roaring flames. The fire flickers blue-green at the edges, and another ten-halla weight lifts off Rogelan’s chest. He holds a hand up, though he doubts it can be seen above the magical fire, and shouts in Elvhen. “Isene! It's alright, stand down.”

The flames give a surprised flutter, then burn low and go out. The assembled soldiers have parted to give their Seeker a clear line of sight to the unfamiliar mage, inadvertently making a gap for Rogelan to see his sister half-crouched atop a chunk of tumbled masonry with her staff raised. He slips an arm under Harea’s knees and stands up, carrying her with the ease of long practice. The Seeker has her shield up again and is glowing faintly with holy light, presumably prepared to throw down a Spell Purge to clear the fire and then charge. She seems nonplussed by the sudden deescalation. 

“You're alive!” Ise leaps down from her perch, slings her staff into its clasps at her back, and crosses the distance between them in almost the same motion. All the shems take an instinctive step further away, with the exception of the Seeker and the man who’d arrested Rogelan’s earlier stumble. “Is Harea okay?” Isene sounds almost as panicked as Rogelan felt just moments ago. 

“She's fine,” he assures her in the common tongue. “I don't know how, but we both are. She just needs to rest.” More quietly, and in the language he hopes no one else present speaks, he adds, “We’ll talk about it in private.”

Ise looks like she has about a million questions, but she just nods. On closer inspection, Rogelan can see that her clothes are torn and signed, her face is bruised, and there are angry scrapes on both her arms. She's also favoring her right leg, though she's doing a decent job of hiding it. Wherever she was when the explosion happened, she wasn't entirely spared its effects.

The Seeker breaks in before Rogelan can ask after Ise’s injuries. “You are all under arrest,” she announces, “on suspicion of involvement in this.” 

“You think we had-” Ise flares, but Rogelan kicks her surreptitiously in the ankle. 

“We understand your suspicion,” he says over her immediate protest. “We’ll come quietly; we don't want any trouble.”

The Seeker eyes Ise’s staff and the leaf-shaped elven long blade still at Rogelan’s hip. “Drop your weapons and follow me.”

“Of course,” Rogelan agrees peaceably. “My hands are a bit full at the moment, but I won't stop one of your soldiers from taking my sword.”

“You can't be serious,” Isene hisses in his ear. “These shems will string us up as scapegoats the moment we let them disarm us!”

“If we don't do as they say,” he murmurs back, keeping his eyes on the Seeker, “they'll kill us right here. I recognize this one's armor. We may have a chance to negotiate, but not if you start lighting people on fire. I can't fight and protect Harea at the same time.” 

She grinds her teeth, amber eyes shifting nervously from soldier to soldier, clearly calculating whether she thinks she could take them all on alone. After a tense moment, Isene arrives at the same conclusion Rogelan came to. It's too risky. She makes a frustrated sound and unslings her staff. When the Seeker holds out a hand, Ise puts her weapon in it. The man who caught Rogelan earlier approaches and unhooks the scabbard from his belt. He brings it to the Seeker, who tucks it under her arm. 

“Thank you, Cullen. Go meet Leliana at the forward camp and tell her what we found here. I will take them back to Haven.” 

“Alright. Send us as many men as you can spare.” The soldier, Cullen apparently, snaps off a salute and jogs back towards the rim of the crater. At a hand signal from the Seeker, the remaining troops form up around Rogelan and his family, and they all follow at a slower pace, accommodating Ise’s limp and Rogelan's unconscious burden. Harea doesn't weigh enough to slow him down, but he's content to let the shemlen take as long as possible to get wherever they're going. His mind races. 

He has a duty to protect the two mages he brought to this place, and Fen’Harel himself couldn't stop Rogelan from fulfilling that duty. He’ll think of something. He just needs time.

***

Isene hates letting other people touch her staff. She crafted it herself, and there are secrets woven into the wood. The fact that decoding those secrets would take a magical genius more versed in the history of the People even than herself—a difficult achievement, as Ise is the most educated member of her clan barring Harea and Keeper Istimaethoriel—does not stop her from being nervous any time she has to hand it over. She doesn't even really like Rogelan holding it, and she trusts her brother more than anyone. 

The woman in the eyeball armor leads them out of the crater and onto the snowy mountainside, carrying Ise’s staff and Rogelan’s sword. It's obvious that no one here knows enough about what her brother is to be prepared for his unique fighting style, because they didn't take his shield or the symbol of Elgar’nan he wears around his wrist. It's only a little comforting. At least he’ll be able to use some of his abilities, though he's probably going to do everything he can to stop it from coming to that. The Vir Atish’an has too strong a hold on him, in Ise’s opinion. 

Between the two of them, they could've fought their way free of these shemlen in the crater. Once they get dragged back to town, though, there will be no chance of getting away again. Even by herself, the common troops would be easy pickings. It's the eyeball-armor soldier that she's worried about. Rogelan says he recognizes the armor, but he hasn't told her what that means, and the stranger is still holding Ise’s staff. She's getting more frustrated the longer they walk. The snow beneath her bare feet starts to hiss with every step as she turns her nervous energy into heat and vents it out of her palms and soles. 

Rogelan shoots her a warning look, but his obvious wariness only winds her up even more. A high, distant whine begins from somewhere overhead. It doesn't sound like the wind. Ise turns around to look, so she's the only one who sees the meteor of green-black fade stone come hurtling down from the enormous hole in the sky. She shouts an alarm and tackles the nearest soldier out of the impact zone. Rogelan dives to the side as soon as Isene yells, as do two more soldiers and the eyeball woman. The remaining five are crushed beneath the hurtling stone. 

Ise’s shem cries out in pain or fear, she doesn't particularly care which, and she doesn't have time to figure it out either because a black tarry substance begins to bubble from the earth not two arm spans away from where they landed. Ise rolls back to her feet, calling fire into her hands. Magic is usually harder to create and control without her staff, and she knows that if she's not careful she’ll burn herself, but when a demon erupts from the bubbles, she decides it's worth the risk. Opening her mind, she reaches out to touch the source of all magic. Every time she's done this staffless in the past, she had to coax the energy into the real world like she was trying to light a campfire with wet wood. That's not the case this time.

Today, it feels a little like trying to drink from a mountain waterfall during the spring thaw. She reaches, and instead of a trickle she receives a torrent. A gout of flame bursts from her hands, exploding into a helix of red-orange-yellow-white-blue so hot it turns all the snow in a fifteen foot radius of where Ise’s standing directly into mist, then boils even that away. She incinerates the demon and only narrowly misses the soldier she just tackled out of danger. Fortunately for everyone, Isene’s magic has always been too powerful for her own good, and Keeper Istimaethoriel has spent years teaching her how to clamp her mind closed around a spell gone wild. 

That training is the only thing that saves her. 

On instinct born from hundreds of hours of practice, Ise turns the blast of flame skyward, away from anyone who might get caught in it. She balls her hands into fists and throws all her energy into shutting the door that she’s opened. The column of fire narrows, growing brighter and hotter almost as though it’s aware that it has only moments left to vent its full fury. Like the beam of light coming through a closing door on a sunny day, the magical fire shrinks, shrinks, shrinks. And goes out. 

A tidal wave of fatigue sweeps over Isene. She stumbles sideways, away from the fade-rock meteor, and manages to stagger as far as the nearest intact snowbank before she collapses. The welcoming embrace of the snow cools her superheated body, hissing as it melts around her. She can hear the sound of continued fighting, but there's nothing she can do about it just yet. She has to lie down. 

Ise drifts in and out of consciousness for a while, unsure exactly how much time is passing. It must not be too long, though, because the fight is still raging when she surfaces. She levers herself up into a sitting position and thinks, Alright. No staffless magic when there's a hole in the sky. Good to know. 

Isene isn't primarily a martial fighter, but she can hold her own against most opponents at least long enough for Rogelan to come save her. There's more than a few downed branches, casualties of the meteor, not to mention the dead soldiers' weapons to choose from. She doesn't need magic. She stands, prepared to discover that she's been left behind by the tide of battle. Not so. The shem soldier she tackled out of the way has taken up a position in front of Ise’s snow bank and is holding off another of those shade demons. The thing is clearly on its last legs, so Isene grabs a sturdy looking stick off the ground and joins her unlikely protector. 

A heavy wallop upside the head-equivalent stuns the shade demon long enough for the soldier to run it through. It melts back into the ground, and Ise spares her shem a bright (if probably rather manic) grin before charging off towards the rest of the party. She hears a string of inventive cursing, then the sound of her shem following her. Good. Rounding the meteor, Isene has a few heartbeats to assess the situation. 

Eyeball woman and one of the other soldiers who was quick enough not to get crushed are fighting back to back, cloaked in the bright blue glow of templar magic. A hunched shape that looks like a lava flow with arms and a shade demon are closing in, though they flinch away from eyeball woman’s sword. The second soldier who survived the meteor has her back to a tree and is currently unmolested, but her shield arm hangs limp at her side and there's blood oozing from several holes in her armor. 

Rogelan is doing his thing. His right hand is wrapped around his symbol of Elgar'nan, and from it a blade of light gleams like the morning sun through a thick fog. His shield, a deceptively simple looking piece of ironbark, is glowing with the subtle runes worked into its face. A silvery surface covers it now, both a reinforcement and a mirror at the same time. The lava-thing facing him breathes a gout of fire, and Rogelan’s mirror shield catches that energy and hurls it back at the creature. He stands, an immovable bulwark between Harea’s crumpled body and the onslaught of two shades plus the lava-thing. 

As Ise watches, her brother begins to recite an old prayer in Elvhen, and blue-white plate armor spins itself out of the air and onto his limbs. She hears her shem skid to a stop behind her, presumably to stare at this working of what must, to him, look like more magic. They don't have time for gawking. She turns around and grabs the front of her shem's breastplate so she can haul him towards the battle. 

“Come on, I'm no use against that lava-thing without my magic, so it has to be you.” She shoves her shem in front of her. “Just like the shade demon, right? Ready, go!” 

Whoever trained these soldiers, they knew what they were doing. Her shem only freezes for about half a heartbeat before realizing he's been given an order and going to carry it out. He's clearly running on pure battle-instinct at this point, something which Ise has no compunctions about using to her own advantage. Sure, he wouldn't take orders from her in any other situation, but if she barks instructions in an authoritative tone at a man whose entire focus is on staying alive, she's discovered that most trained fighters will obey reflexively. 

Isene's shem rushes to help Rogelan, darting in between the shade demon and the lava-thing to deliver a textbook shortsword thrust to the thing’s back. Ise wades in after him, using her improvised club to disorient the shade demons. The influx of reinforcements and the invocation of Rogelan’s Shalathe armor are enough to turn the tide. They send the shade demons slithering back into the dirt and sandwich the lava-things between the blue gleam of a templar anti-magic field and Rogelan’s reality-enforcing aura. There are ten full seconds of ringing silence while everyone catches their breath. Then Rogelan dismisses his powers and goes to check on Harea, Isene sits down and plants her stick in the muddy dirt, and the three shem soldiers group up with their eyeball-armored leader. 

The injured soldier doesn't look so good; she has a hard time leaving her tree to join her fellows, and her protestations that she's alright are cut short by a bout of painful sounding coughing. Looks like a lot of broken ribs, from where Isene is sitting. The eyeball woman gives her a potion, but it's obvious that the general healing-factor boost isn't going to be enough. Ise lets the fretting go on for a few minutes before her conscience won't let her ignore it anymore. She groans quietly and hauls herself back up to her feet, then crosses the clearing to the group of soldiers. 

“Hey, eyeball armor,” she taps the woman's shoulder. Rogelan snorts a very undignified little laugh from somewhere to their right. 

Eyeball woman turns her head to glare at Isene. “You may call me Seeker Pentaghast. What do you want?” 

“If you give me my staff back I might be able to help,” Isene doesn't have the energy to be snarky. 

“Are you a healer?” Seeker Pentaghast’s tone abruptly grows more polite. There is a sudden hopefulness in her eyes, too. If she hadn't seen the change happen, Ise might not have been able to identify the near-despair that had characterized the woman's face before. 

Isene holds out her hand for the staff. “An indifferent one, but anything's better than nothing, right?”

Seeker Pentaghast hesitates. The wounded soldier makes a pained noise as one of her compatriots helps her shift position, and her raspy breathing grows shallower. Ise gets her staff back. 

“Do what you can.”

“Alright, clear a space.” Isene uses the blunt end of the staff to scoot the shems out of the way. “I don't know how much control of this I'm going to have, and I don't want to catch any of you if I have to get rid of some excess energy.”

Rogelan joins the larger group, carrying Harea again. “Farther back than that, please, gentlemen.” He moves them another few paces away. “‘Getting rid of excess energy’ means bolts of fire. You really don't want to be in the way.”

“I will stay here,” Seeker Pentaghast informs Ise from her position at her wounded soldier's side, “in case of emergencies.”

“It's your funeral,” Isene shrugs. She kneels beside the injured soldier and cracks her knuckles. Ise’s been told that her healing feels like getting slapped in the face, but she's fairly sure even these shem soldiers would prefer to feel slapped than dead. With both hands on her staff, she closes her eyes and focuses. Magic flows smoothly from the fade, through Isene’s staff, and out into the soldier. She thanks all the listening gods for the gate attenuators and magical channels she’s built into this staff over the years. It stabilizes the flood of energy enough that she can be precise without the fear that she'll do more harm than good. 

A glowing map of the woman’s body flashes into being in Ise’s mind, with areas of disruption picked out in red light. It's a process that requires intense concentration, but little by little Isene coaxes those areas back into the right shapes. Broken bones are the worst; she has to grasp each little fragment of bone and each disconnected blood vessel, carefully rearrange them, and then knit them back together. She can feel sweat breaking out across her forehead. Creators, she wishes Harea were awake. Her cousin can do this stuff in her sleep. 

An exhausting five minutes pass in tense silence. At the end of it, Ise has to stagger a few feet away to be sick into a convenient bush, overwhelmed and overheated by the effort. Someone helpfully arrives to hold her hair back. She wipes her mouth with the back of one hand and looks up to find her shem soldier, the one she tackled, giving her a sympathetic smile. 

“Here,” he reaches into a pouch and offers her a packet of trail rations. “It's not much, but it looks like all that took a lot out of you. You should eat something, if you think you ca-”

“I could kiss you!” Ise snatches the food and begins to wolf it down gratefully. Salt pork and hard cheese replace the taste of bile in her mouth, and she washes it down with half of her water skin. The whole process is made more difficult by the staff still in her hand, but she's not letting the thing out of her grasp again until she's sure there won't be anymore demons falling out of the sky or crawling up from the ground. 

The feeling of Rogelan’s solid presence at her shoulder draws Isene from her desperate focus on her snack. She glances up at him, gauges the exact shade of stern worry on his face, and then raids his belt pouches for more food. He always has food. Indeed, after only a bit of rummaging she comes up with two bruised apples, a bag of mostly crushed nuts, and half of a rather squished sandwich still wrapped in wax paper. Some conversation or other is happening, but she can't make herself care about it until she's about halfway through her findings. Besides, the look on her brother’s face says they're in danger, but it's nothing urgent. The sandwich and nuts are gone by the time Isene looks up. 

“-ngerous, with or without our weapons,” Rogelan is saying. “The only thing keeping us disarmed does is put everyone at a disadvantage. There are only six of us now, we all need to be on guard.” 

Seeker Pentaghast makes a frustrated sound in the back of her throat. Then, she nods. “You are right. I have a great many questions for you, but they must wait until we are back in Haven. It seems the road will be dangerous. You should be able to defend yourselves.” 

“Thank you.” Rogelan shifts Harea’s weight to one arm so he can take his sword and return it to its sheath. “Is your soldier going to be able to keep up with us? We’ll need to move quickly.”

“Corporal? How are you feeling?” Seeker Pentaghast asks the injured shem soldier. 

“I'm alright, Seeker.” The soldier is back on her feet, though she hasn't picked up her shield again. “That healing hurt like a right bastard, but I can keep pace now. S’not far back to town. Get some proper rest when we're safe.” 

“Good.” The Seeker turns back to Rogelan. “Can your sister keep up as well?”

“I'm right here, you know,” Ise says waspishly. 

“Eat your apple,” Rogelan retorts. To the Seeker, he says, “She’ll be fine. Healing isn't her forte, but food will help with the exhaustion, and as your corporal said, we can all rest when we're safe. Let's get moving; we don't want to be here when the next round of demons arrives.” 

The group marches, double-time, up the path towards the town of Haven. Isene sends up a silent prayer to whoever happens to be listening. She prays for safe passage as far as the gates, but more than that, she prays that her cousin will wake up soon. She feels magically lopsided without Harea. Ise isn't cut out for Keeper duties.

***

Harea stands on a wide, smooth road paved with broad stone slabs of an unfamiliar pale stone. The road stretches out ahead of her nearly as far as the horizon. It buckles up over some low hills in the distance, then it splits to run in two different directions along the edge of her vision. Closer at hand, it passes through a vast military encampment. Men, dogs, and horses gather, rank upon rank of soldiery forming up into a mighty host. 

There aren't many details to be picked out at this distance—closer than the hills still isn't very close—but Harea can see a block of elven archers in rough-hewn armor that looks like it was cobbled together from scavenged pieces of enemy equipment. She sees men so tall they look like giants, towering over the diminutive elves and carrying enormous axes or hammers. There is one at the head of the host wearing rich furs and scale armor, and at his side another of those huge men wielding a tower shield. She blinks, and the shield-bearer suddenly has two spears in his chest. She blinks again, and he's gone. The commander of the host stands alone. 

Overhead, thin pale clouds scud against an overcast sky. The sun is veiled behind a pile of wispy clouds that do little to dim the light but instead diffuse it so that everything is cast in an eerie, almost-shadowless grey glare. Harea turns at the sound of a breath behind her. She finds herself standing before towering gates made from black iron, decorated with the scowling faces of metal dragons. The gates are closed, but then a sound like someone is gliding a city-sized blade over a rough whetstone begins, and the gates begin to swing open. To either side of the huge doors stand a pair of statues so large it's shocking that they don't collapse under their own unfathomable weight. 

Beside Harea, looking up at the gates, is a human woman not much older than she is herself. The woman has tan skin and hair on the blonder side of sandy, freckles, and grey-green eyes the precise shade of the clouds before a bad storm on the plains of the Dirthavaren. There is a wicked looking short blade at her side and a buckler clipped to her right gauntlet. She wears leather armor that looks finely crafted, though Harea isn't an expert on such things. The armor is scarred with the marks of battle, and her boots are muddy. This is a soldier—an experienced one, if the signs are to be believed. She glances over at Harea and smiles a sad little smile. 

“It's almost time,” she says. Her accent is hard to place. Ferelden, certainly, but maybe from farther south than Clan Lavellan ventures. Chasind or Avarr, perhaps. 

“Time for what?” Harea asks. She doesn't remember how she came to be here, but for some reason it doesn't seem important just now. 

“For my great test. And yours too, incidentally.” The woman looks back up at the slowly opening gates. In a conversational tone, she continues, “Did you know, I spent eighteen hours behind these gates? I had more than half a day to consider the forces that brought me there. I spent most of it thinking of inventive curses to wish on my husband. And my captors, and the Archon. I suppose I should've been praying, or singing, or thinking virtuous thoughts, but I was too angry. I'd been betrayed, after all.”

Harea frowns, confused. “I don't think we've been introduced. Have we?”

The woman smiles again. “Not formally, but I think you’ll be able to guess who I am in a minute or so. I certainly know you, Harea Elgadira, First of Clan Lavellan. You're a descendant of a very good friend of mine. I hope, if you do nothing else with the gift I'm going to give you, you make sure his name is restored to the Chant. The fools who removed it have heard from me too, but by that point they weren't in a place to do much about it.” 

Hearing her full name from this apparent stranger isn't as discomfiting as one might expect. Something about her pleasant, matter-of-fact voice makes Harea want to trust her. By the same gap of logic that lets her avoid wondering how she got to these black iron gates, she doesn't question the feeling of trust. 

“I'll do my best,” Harea says doubtfully, “but if you're talking about the Chant of Light, I'm afraid I don't have the power to change it.” 

“Oh, of course not. Not yet, anyway. The test comes first, and then the power. The Maker learned that one the hard way, with me. Jealousy is one of those mortal vices he didn't really understand before all this.” She sighs and looks up at the scudding clouds. The gates have opened wide enough for Harea to see through them now. Another line of soldiers, these ones in black armor with red trim, waits behind the gates. The woman stretches her neck, then rotates her left shoulder a few times, like she's warming up her arm to swing her sword. “It won't be long now. Listen, and don't interrupt. Before I have to go, there are a few things I'd like to tell you.”

Harea nods and obediently falls silent. 

“For what it's worth, I think it was a good thing that I trusted the people who betrayed me. They didn't deserve it, but I didn't know that until it was too late. I've thought about it a lot in the time since it all happened, and I’ve decided that the choice to trust them says more about me than it does about them. What kind of person would I be if I didn't trust the people closest to me? My world would be the same as the evil I was trying to destroy!” The stranger gestures towards the towering juggernauts on either side of the gate. 

“Your test is going to be long and difficult. That's why it's a good test. If you survive—which I believe you will—you'll be in a place to do a lot of good. It will be easy to give into your desire for revenge at that point, and while I endorse a little revenge here and there, you need to stay focused on that first thing; on making the world better. Your faith will be an incredible asset, but don't be afraid to question from time to time. Following blindly is a good way to get led off a cliff. 

“There are about a hundred more things I want to say to you. You're about to be thrown into the thick of things, and I know you're the perfect one for the job, but I wish I could spare you some of the hardship that's coming. But these gates are just about open, and I couldn't stop all this even if I wanted to. Here's the most important thing: there is nothing in the world that is always good. Courage can turn to foolishness, patience to paralysis, wisdom to pride, and love to control.

“In the same vein, there's very little that's always bad—barring needless cruelty and the Blight. Fear can become prudence, stubbornness becomes loyalty, impetuousness becomes decisiveness, and envy becomes a drive for self-improvement. No matter what you are told, I need you to remember that anger isn't evil. Anger can be righteous. Sometimes, the feeling that the oppressor tells you is a baseless and counterproductive rage is actually the Wrath of the downtrodden. Don't let them take that from you.” 

The gates are more than half open now. Behind them, there lies a vast city. By some trick of the light, the flat glare overhead makes its buildings look almost black. Closer, though, the vanguard of an army is ranged around a tall wooden structure. It takes Harea a few seconds of staring to place the structure, because her people don't use them. A memory surfaces. When she was a child, she’d been looking for useful herbs when she came upon a human funeral at the edge of the forest. They laid out their dead on a wooden pyre. This one is grander by far, but it's the same basic shape. Split logs laid out horizontally, placed to allow air to rush up between them and ringed with tinder sticks. 

One other difference between the funeral pyre Harea saw years ago and the one she's looking at now stands out starkly: there is an upright post at the center, wrapped in rope. 

The woman standing beside Harea puts a friendly hand on her shoulder. “I hate to leave you, but I've got to go now, and so do you. The world is a mess in your time, as it was in mine. All we can do is our best.” 

She turns Harea further towards her so that they're standing face to face for a moment, and bends her head to press a kiss to Harea’s forehead. It feels like a benediction. The last thing she says is, “Good luck.” 

Harea blinks, and she's gone. But no, there she is, tied to the post atop the pyre like she'd been there the whole time. Overhead, the clouds roil and darken as a storm rumbles ominously closer, creeping along the edge of the horizon. The host outside the gates cries out in shock and realization, and Harea gasps with them. 

Unlike her cousins, who distrusted the humans and their religion—and rightly so, for it was a group of Chantry zealots who struck down Rogelan’s father in front of him—Harea has always been curious about what the Mothers were preaching. It began as simple delight in the music. The Chant of Lights is a beautiful poem, and the choirs who raised their voices in song each morning and evening from every little village Chantry drew a younger Harea like a halla to an elfroot patch. Over the years, she's gotten bold enough to creep into the back pews and listen to the sermons. 

She can't say she believes everything the Chantry teaches, but Harea likes the idea of a Creator who can be called back by faith and song. The story of Andraste is a touching one, and it's nice to believe that something so powerful and inscrutable as a god could be moved by a mortal’s impassioned plea. She doesn't see why the Maker and the Creators can't both exist, except that the people who believe in the one hate the people who believe in the other. She knows the old stories of how that conflict came to be; she knows about Red Crossing, and the Exalted Marches, and the political backbiting in Halamshiral and Val Royeaux. Her cousins are angry, but it mostly makes Harea sad. 

All this to say that Harea, more than most Dalish, knows the Chant. She knows the human stories about the Maker and His Prophet, and the terrible fate that befell her. She realizes where she is, and who she's been talking to. 

Up there on the pyre, Andraste gazes out over the world with calm grey eyes. The archers in the host that surrounds her take aim at something out in the field and loose their arrows in a great storm that blots out the sun. A shuddering moan goes up from the army outside the walls. Many of them lay down their arms. Several Tevinter mages in ceremonial robes start pouring lamp oil on the pyre, using magic to splash it up to 

Andraste calls out in a voice that shouldn't carry as far as it does, yet somehow echoes across the plain, “Maker of the World, forgive them! They have lived too long in shadow, without Your Light to guide them! Be with Your children now, O Maker!”

A man in elaborate mage armor mounts the pyre at her side. The Tevinter army begins a slow beat, stamping their feet or clashing their weapons together, increasing in pace as their leader climbs the scaffolding. He turns to face the assembled Alamarri horde once he's reached the top. 

“Today, I end this war!" he shouts, but his words don't have the same weight as Andraste’s. When she spoke, it felt like every living being heard her words at the same instant. The Archon, for it can only be Archon Hessarian, lacks the overt gravity of the Prophet. He sounds like a man howling into a mountain blizzard, expecting to be heard despite the wind screaming around him. 

Hessarian lifts his arm high and calls fire from the air to the palm of his hand. A shuddering gasp rises from the Alamarri. The Tevinter soldiers’ beat speeds up. The clouds overhead run before a cold, rain-scented wind from the north. Thunder rumbles. 

The Archon touches the fire to the post above Andraste's head. Wood and oil ignite. The sudden fierce conflagration draws in so much air that Harea’s hair whooshes forwards around her face, and a wall of suffocating heat pushes the ranks of soldiers standing closest to the base of the pyre away. They stumble into their fellows, making the whole formation shudder. The Archon rises above the flames like a bird riding the thermals, hovering without seeming to put any effort into it. 

Both armies watch in rapt silence. The sound of distant thunder falls quiet, and the wind dies down as the world seems to hold its breath. Across the wide plain and throughout the crowded city, the only noise is the crackling of fire. Overhead, the dark clouds drift across the sun. Andraste burns, but she does not scream. 

Harea wakes up.

#dragon age #dai #oc: harea lavellan #oc: isne lavellan #oc: rogelan lavellan #inky trio #my writing

[deanmonlover]

Let's make a deal

a/n: okay so this idea came to me because I can't deal with the end of Halloween ends so I came up with a witch reader who brings him back bc he can't go like that 😭 and angst shall ensue this might become a small series it might have been inspired by supernatural but yeah sorry for rambling. let me know what you guys think! 🖤

Tears stained your cheeks as you looked down at the crimson stained hands that once held yours so tenderly you can't help but let out an ear shattering cry.

"Corey please, please don't go."

Your voice echoed in your head, followed by his last words to you.

"If I can't have you...no one can."

The steady drum of your own heartbeat reminded you that you were still alive but the love of you life was still laying there motionless on the ground. Michael simply stared at you, knife glistening in the pale moonlight that slipped in through an open curtain.

"He's...he's coming back." You stuttered, nodding your head as if it would make it more real. Corey wasn't gone, no he couldn't be.

That was impossible he was just here holding you hours earlier, your naked body beneath his own with labored breaths as he ravished every part of you. Open mouthed kisses littered every part of your body with 'I love you' following each one.

"Fix him. Fix him damn it!!!" You screamed at the shape hovering over the both of you. It was because of Michael that he was dead. There had to be something, anything that would bring Corey back.

When you were younger, your grandmother often talked about a spell that was forbidden. It was something that most witches would never think to try but you were willing to risk it all if it meant bringing him back. You would burn the world to ashes just to see him smiling again and honestly he would do the very same.

You reluctantly let go of his hands that held your own before running to grab a long forgotten book from the dusty bookshelf in the kitchen.

"It's got to be in here somewhere..." Your hands hurriedly flipped through tattered pages, hopelessly searching for a cure. Something to make it all better again. "I'm trying Core, I am." You whispered, bookmarking the page with your thumb before grabbing some empty bowls from the cabinets, a knife, and some herbs.

Michael hovered in the doorway staring holes in you but you could care less if he wanted to kill you too he would have done it by now, wouldn't he?

"Okay a little bit of this...and that—" Your words were cut short by a tall figure sauntering past Michael but it was as if he didn't see it, only you.

"Well, well, well what do we have here? Little miss make a deal with an old entity for a human boy that ended his own life." The creature shook its head at you, clicking its tongue in disapproval.

"Just go ahead and make the damn deal already. I need him back, I don't care what it takes." Your heart already hurt, it killed you to even glimpse over at the curly haired boy laying there.

"Ah, but you already know what it takes. I want it sooner than that though."

"Wait what?"

"I want it much sooner. I give you a year in exchange for the return of his life."

"Deal. Just do it already! I don't care." You spat, not thinking of the repercussions because a year seemed like forever at the current moment in time.

"Humans, they never seem to learn." And with a snap it was gone and suddenly a rustling from the hallway could be heard and then came the most beautiful sound you had ever heard.

"y/n, are you okay?" Corey was covered from head to toe in blood but he was...alive. His eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion but his expression turned to worry when he caught sight of you covered in blood.

"I should be asking you the same thing." You were so dumbstruck but relief quickly flooded your body along with several other emotions as you practically broke your neck to get over to him. Your arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders as you all but jumped into his arms.

"Woah, babe it's okay. I'm okay?" He questioned looking down at his coveralls covered in red. You nodded, burying your face in his chest the beat of his heart filling your ears had to be the second most beautiful thing you had ever heard.

"Mhm, you're okay." You whispered, the gravity of the situation not yet hitting you. The fact that you only had a year to spend with Corey until it was you that would be the one being longed for. Time was cruel and it would catch up with you sooner or later but for now Corey was once again yours and that was all that mattered.

#corey cunningham #corey cunningham x reader #halloween ends

[the-fab-fox]

This was a response to a daily prompt which was "thieves" and gave me the idea for this. I don't know if I'll continue it, but begging from the readers if you enjoyed this would go a long way to convincing me to write more lol. In any case, please enjoy and if you wouldn't mind, pretty please reblog. I'd also absolutely love to hear what you think! Thank you kindly!

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Friend Like Me

Yuriashe. Aladdin AU Drabble.

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Ashe had never had the chance to go outside the thick walls of the palace. Sure, he had been outside them before, but never on his own terms. He'd been with his father, the king. He'd been with his father's most trusted officials and more guards than he'd cared to count. Just because he was a prince. 

He'd never really wanted this life but chance and, as some would say, charity brought him and his siblings to Gaspard and he'd met King Lonoto. Before he could even fully understand it, he was adopted by the man whose own son had been murdered. Because of this, Ashe would one day become king. 

He was lucky, to be sure. He should be counting his blessings, not longing to be out and running free. 

But if he was so lucky, why did he fell like a caged songbird without a song to sing. 

As it would happen, a chance came for him to get out. He knew it wouldn't be forever. He would be brought back eventually, but through the kindness of his favorite guards, Dedue and Dimitri, he had been given the opportunity to walk the common town he'd once lived among. 

Disguised, of course. 

He was checking out all the stands and shops at the market when movement caught his eye. A kid had been caught stealing and was about to get his hand cut off. Ashe, feeling a sense of duty and outrage, moved to do something—completely forgetting that he was not Prince Ashe here. Instead, he was just another commoner. 

"Chyeah, I wouldn't do that, friend," a light timbre of a voice reached his ear. He gave start, his jade green eyes widening. His gaze fell on a young man who appeared to be about his age. Lavender hair framed his face, pulled to the side in a pretty ponytail that ended in the slightest of waves. 

Ashe, feeling a little curious and adventurous in the stranger's presence, raised his brows before placing a hand on his hip. 

"Are you a master in such matters, Master…"

"It's Yuri. Just Yuri. I'm not a master of anything." He pursed his lips before shrugging with a chuckle. "Save for survival, perhaps." He winked and Ashe's eyes widened. He did his best to ignore the heat slowly ebbing it's way into his cheeks and creeping up his neck. 

"And what line of work does a master of survival do?"

The young man—still a boy in many ways, just like Ashe—smirked and shrugged in a sort of "wouldn't you like to know" manner. 

Yes. Yes, Ashe very much wanted to know. 

"Why don't I show you…" 

With that, he took Ashe's hand and led him in the direction of shops far away from this one. 

Reaching a young lady with red hair, Yuri leaned in toward Ashe while Ashe suddenly forgot how to breathe.

"... While you do that, I'll do my thing. Be sure to watch me, eh Kitten?"

Ashe blinked then blushed deeply at the nickname before blinking again. 

"I'm sorry, what?"

Yuri, a knowing sort of smile that annoyed Ashe more than a little, nodded at the lady. "Just talk to her."

Ashe sighed. He knew he was walking into trouble but he had to admit that his curiosity was getting the better of him. Making sure to keep the lavender haired boy in his peripheral vision, Ashe moved to strike up a conversation with the woman. 

Her name was Anna and she'd been in town selling her wares for a little over a year. By the time he'd left, he had used his natural talent at haggling to get a few items at a discounted price. He didn't need to haggle, of course, but it had been a talent of his since before his adoption and he supposed old habits were hard to break. 

Yuri caught his attention and Ashe frowned but excused himself from the lady who moved on to help other customers. When he reached the lavender haired boy, Yuri tilted his head skeptically. 

"I'm impressed and frankly a little confused. You see, I make it a point to know everyone worthy of note in town and with your skill, you would have been one of them."

Ashe tensed. Yuri, seeming not to notice, or perhaps, ignored it as he continued. 

"So where did you come from, I wonder?"

He moved in closer and held Ashe's gaze as he brought up an apple that seemed to come out of nowhere, passing it to Ashe while bringing a second to his own lips.

"You're a thief," Ashe commented a little reproachfully, but mostly impressed. 

Yuri opened up his arms in a welcoming sort of gesture. "Guilty as charged." He then moved in closer and grinned in a way that had Ashe's insides fluttering. "And, unless I'm mistaken, and I'm very rarely mistaken, you are Prince Ashe of Gaspard."

#yuriashe #asheyuri #ashe ubert #ashe duran #yuri leclerc #ashe x yuri #yuri x ashe #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem #fe:3h #feth #fe fanfic #fire emblem fanfic #fire emblem fanfiction #fe3h fanfic #fe3h yuri #fe3h ashe #fe3h yuriashe #yuriashe aladdin au #aladdin au

[nowis-scales]

FE3H Mistletoe Headcanons

I know I said I was gonna chill on the Fódlan, but… I couldn’t leave y’all without your mistletoe headcanons. So here’s some sugary shippy sweetness for Christmas (or your weekend), featuring: Edelgard/Dorothea, Linhardt/Caspar, Ignatz/Marianne, Dimitri/F Byleth, Hilda/Marianne, Ingrid/Ashe, Seteth/M Byleth, and Bernadetta/Dorothea!

You can find last year’s 3H ones here if you’re interested! Otherwise, please enjoy the ones you see here!

Edelgard/Dorothea:

Dorothea is the kind of girl who is going to get what she wants. So if she wants that kiss from Edelgard, she’s going to get it. The only problem is that Edelgard is a private person and not the type to just go for it openly. So Dorothea has to strategize how she’s going to get that smooch. Late at night, Dorothea receives permission (gets Manuela to distract Seteth and Rhea) to use the cathedral. With a bit of help from her friends, she is able to decorate the pews. She invites Edelgard to meet her there, and when she arrives, she begins to sing a holiday love song in Adrestia. She even starts inserting Edelgard’s name into the song where she can, making her turn pink. The song seems to go on forever until, through song, Dorothea tells Edelgard she’s going to have to kiss her to shut her up.

So she does. The kiss was intended to be short and sweet, but the moment their lips connect, they’re alight with passion. Before long Edelgard’s fingers are tangled in Dorothea’s hair, and the singer is smiling into the kiss. Just according to plan.

Linhardt/Caspar:

Neither of these dummies even know that the mistletoe is there until they’re under it. They’re probably just bickering about something random in the Dining Hall, when Dorothea, trying to hide her smile behind her hand, points out that the two of them have wandered just under the doorway that has mistletoe hanging over it. Neither of them really clue into what it even means for a moment, until Petra loudly exclaims her knowledge of them needing to kiss because of her studies. Caspar is embarrassed at first, trying to process exactly what happens, but Linhardt honestly could not care less and tells him he thinks they should do it.

“You did used to talk about marrying me when we were quite little, you know.”

And so, Linhardt presses his lips ever so softly to Caspar’s, trying not to snicker at the way Caspar flushes bright red and can’t talk for a minute after.

Ignatz/Marianne:

I feel like once Marianne and Ignatz are together, Marianne absolutely becomes his muse. So their mistletoe moment is actually something that happens late at night on one of the decorated balconies, while Ignatz has just finished a painting of Marianne peering over the edge. They’re on their way back into the building when Marianne notices that the doorway to that particular part of the Monastery has mistletoe hanging above it. The two of them can’t help but blush a bit, but Ignatz is more than prepared to ask nicely if he could kiss her. Marianne, with a voice as smooth as silk, agrees and leans in to kiss him softly. As their lips connect and they begin to enjoy each other’s warmth, Ignatz suddenly feels as if he has a new idea for a painting.

Dimitri/F Byleth:

I feel like Dimitri and Byleth’s happens when Byleth is visiting Faerghus. Dimitri has been showing her around in one of the villages, and as much fun as they’re having, Byleth is starting to get a little chilly. She asks Dimitri if they can stop and take a break for a hot drink in a nearby restaurant. He agrees readily, but as they open the door to the restaurant and step in, one of the first things they discover before they can even speak to a hostess is that mistletoe is hanging from the ceiling. They can do nothing but laugh, wondering if the family running the business did such a thing on purpose, or if they just thought it would make a cute decoration.

“Still, tradition is tradition,” Byleth reminds, leaning in and puckering up jokingly. Dimitri chuckles softly before leaning down to meet her lips, gently cupping her face. Even the restaurant staff can’t help but smile at the sight of the happy couple.

Hilda/Marianne:

In the interest of preserving Marianne’s privacy, I feel like Hilda probably tried to make it pretty subtle. The last thing she would want to make her love upset, after all! After a great night hanging out together in town, laughing and eating sweets, Hilda invites Marianne back to her room for a cup of tea before they both retire for the night. They aren’t in there for long when Marianne notices the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. Face flushed, she asks if Hilda just has it there for decoration.

Hilda, wanting to be open, says that she had it there because she was hoping to get a cute girl under it for a kiss. She asks Marianne if she’s willing to be that girl. The blush in Marianne’s face deepens as she nods, and Hilda places a soft, sweet, quick kiss on her lips. Hilda flashes her a smile as soon as it’s over — and gets caught by surprise when Marianne goes in for more.

Ingrid/Ashe:

These two book-loving, knight-loving dweebs were probably having a book date when theirs happened. Hours and hours were spent at the Garreg Mach Library, poring over their favourite books. The date is still ongoing when Ashe flips through the pages of “Loog and the Maiden of Wind” to try and show a passage to Ingrid, but he notices that someone has pressed some mistletoe between the pages. He can’t help but smile as he lifts it up and holds it over their heads.

“Would you mind?”

Ingrid blushes, but smiles herself. “Not at all. I mean, you could say that it’s fate.”

Flashing each other one last smile, they lean in and allow their lips to meet. The kiss is shy, but nice, and lasts just as long as they can make it — until Ingrid thinks she hears Seteth’s footsteps in the hallway.

Seteth/M Byleth:

This one is not plotted by either of the couple — you guessed right: this is a Flayn incident. She hangs up a little mistletoe in Seteth’s office with a trigger trap (with Auntie Rhea giving her a boost, of course), and then tries to lure both Seteth and Byleth there, mimicking each other’s handwriting in notes to get them to think that the other one sent a note about meeting in the office. In spite of her potentially wobbly hands, they seem to buy her penmanship. When the two of them arrive for their discussion, Byleth makes easy work of accidentally triggering the trap. As the mistletoe falls from the ceiling, Seteth is immediately embarrassed. Byleth, on the other hand, is loving it. After a little bit of teasing, Byleth is able to convince Seteth to give him a kiss. As their lips connect, around the corner, they can hear Flayn’s giggles.

Bernadetta/Dorothea:

Bernadetta is a tough nut to crack when it comes to mistletoe kisses, mostly because everything makes her shy or embarrassed. That being said, she’d like to initiate a mistletoe kiss with Dorothea, because she knows it would make her happy. She resolves to make it a happy but subtle occasion. So, she bakes a chocolate cake with a little faux-mistletoe garnish to sit on top, and invites Dorothea to have a slice. Dorothea is more than happy to oblige for her Berniebear, and she loves the presentation so much that she sets aside her little garnish to keep as a memento on the plate. Bernadetta, though, takes her own from her cake and holds it up above their heads, smiling sheepishly. Dorothea giggles at the sight, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and pressing her lips to Bernadetta’s. The kiss is long, passionate, and tastes of chocolate.

#fire emblem three houses #edelthea #dimileth #casphardt #marihilda #setleth #edelgard von hresvelg #dorothea arnault #ingrid brandl galatea #bernadetta von varley #seteth #m byleth #f byleth #hilda valentine goneril #marianne von edmund #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #ignatz victor #linhardt von hevring #caspar von bergliez #ashe ubert #fe16

[wishesunderthestars]

JUNGKOOK AND JIMINNIE IS MAKING ME CRY!!THEY ARE THE SOFTEST, FLUFFIEST LOVERS INSIDE THE CASTLE RIGHT NOW!!! I AM SCREAMING BECAUSE FINALLY THEY GOT THE MOST AWAITED CONVERSATION!!! AND I COULDN’T BE MORE PROUD OF JIMINNIE TAKING THAT FIST STEP!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH ELLIE!! THANK YOU FOR GIVING US SUCH AN AMAZING FICTION!!!

I am so glad that slowly Taehyung is finally trying to bond with some of the people in the castle. He’s just such a softest baby and I just want to bubble wrap him so he could be safe forever!! I hope soon he won’t be so scared of the MC and will try to bond with her. I know it will come!! Im just so excited reading his healing arc.

I couldn’t help but feel sad about Tae not having someone to confide with about his nightmares. That makes me think of my question.

Ellie if you don’t mind me asking, who do you think between the people in the castle would he turn to if he gets his nightmare episode again when he feels more comfortable with everyone? Im not sure if you can understand the question but to rephrase it who between the pack will he talk to about it???

Also, do you think you would sometime in the future meet the pack and the mc’s ex lover? what do you think would be their reaction? Are we also half way done with the fiction?? Just wondering!! Please don’t take this question the wrong way 🙏🏼

Ellie!!! Thank you so much with this gift you’ve been sharing. You write so beautifully and I really just wanna thank you because every time I read this I feel so comforted. Like im cuddling with my dogs with the fluffiest bed and blanket on a rainy day! Thank you so much for being so dedicated and making these chapters, despite your busy schedule!! I hope you to have a great break and take care!! ☺️☺️☺️

Jungkook and Jimin are definitely the softest and fluffiest!! They have been through so much (I know it's my fault but...) and now they are finally talking and on the same page. Jimin has gotten so much braver since he first arrived at the Castle and it's mostly because of how loved he is and now he knows it. I love them so much.

Taewhyung is taking a few baby steps to get closer to the pack. He can see the way they act around each other and how soft and dull of live they are and it makes him very confused but at the same time he secretly craves for that too. He doesn't know how to be like that though and he still can't understand what the limits are, how he should act and what his place is. He is less afraid of the mc now but he can't help but be guarded around her, it doesn't help that he doesn't see her that much (regardless of what ashe believes)

To answer your question I think he would either go to Hoseok or Jimin. Hoseok because he has spent the most time with him and he trusts him the most. And Jimin because being with him is easy, he feels like there are no expectations there (soulmate things, you know).

About the pack meeting Jacob... Maybe... We'll see... They are a little overprotective of her so that would show. And they don't like him on principle so it would be interesting.

Eunoia is more than halfway done and after the next chapter we'll move on to the final part of the story. It makes me emotional to think about it. Thank you so much for reading 💜💜💜

#asks

[desertsquiet]

GP and The Beach Boys Today! for the album ask!

This ask was especially wonderful for how much it highlights the extreme divide between the first and second half of Beach Boys Today!, gotta love it. Also I’ve chosen my favorite lyric for “A Song For You” at least five times now and it’s always a different one. 😂

GP

Still Feeling Blue

Time can pass and time can heal/ But it don’t ever pass the way I feel

We’ll Sweep Out the Ashes in the Morning

Each time we meet, we both agree it's for the last time/

But out of your arms, I'm out of my mind

A Song For You

So take me down to your dance floor/

And I won't mind the people when they stare/

Paint a different color on your front door/

And tomorrow we will still be there/

Streets of Baltimore

Now I'm a goin' back on that same train that brought me here before/

While my baby walks the streets of Baltimore

She

But he didn't mind if she wasn't very pretty/

And deep inside his heart he knew she was the only one/

Ooh, but she sure could sing

That’s All It Took

That's all it took/

To make me yearn for your embrace/

I guess I might as well admit/

No one can take your place/

I fell for you completely/

Sinker, line and hook

The New Soft Shoe

Don't you know the same thing happens/

Each and every day/

Did you ever hear a song/

That's hard to even play?

Kiss the Children

One more night like this would put me six feet under/

But my heart would still be fighting for your love/

Just remember little darling that I love you/

And kiss the children for me please, before you go

Cry One More Time

Cry one more time for you/

I really got it bad/

Cry one more time for you/

Lost the best I had

How Much I’ve Lied

Blue, so blue, my love is burning blue/

Any brighter flame would be a lie/

Blue, so blue, my love still burns for you/

But I know that I'll only make you cry

Big Mouth Blues

I wish someday I could find the way/

To get it out of my grain/

This dirty old town's gonna sink right down/

And I don't want to go with it

The Beach Boys Today!

Do You Wanna Dance?

Do you wanna dance under the moonlight?/

Hold me baby all through the night/

Oh baby, do you wanna dance?

Good To My Baby

Some guys may think they'd be better for her/

But she knows just what she wants for sure

Don’t Hurt My Little Sister

Why don't you kiss her

(Why don't you kiss her)

And while you kiss her

(Tell her you miss her)

Why don't you treat her

(Why don't you treat her)

Treat her nice

When I Grow Up (To Be a Man)

Won’t last forever/

It’s kind of sad

Help Me, Rhonda

Well, Rhonda, you caught my eye (Caught my eye)/

And I can give you lots of reasons why/

You gotta help me, Rhonda/

Help me get her out of my heart

Dance, Dance, Dance

After six hours of school I've had enough for the day/

I hit the radio dial and turn it up all the way

Please Let Me Wonder

And please forgive my shaking

Can't you tell my heart is breaking?

Can't make myself say what I planned to say

I’m So Young

We want to get married/

But we're so young/

So young/

Can't marry no one

Kiss Me, Baby

Please don't let me argue anymore/

I won't make you worry like before/

Can't remember what we fought about/

Late, late last night, we said it was over/

But I remember when we thought it out/

We both had a broken heart

She Knows Me Too Well

Sometimes I have a weird way of showing my love/

And I always expect her to know what I'm thinking of

In the Back of My Mind

I tried to run far way from thoughts/

I should try to keep away/

But they just keep coming back to me

#thank you so much for this 😍 #music asks

[alyosiuscreightonward]

I’m absolutely flummoxed. I’ve had a thing for Tauren men, however the empath streak in me sees beyond the obvious.

Anyway, I’ve a Foster son who hates me and wants me dead and he truly wishes that I was never in his life.

The sidewalk talks. Rumor? Innuendo? Falsehoods? Urban legends? Conspiracy theories? From what I’ve heard, someone is saying shit.

ALLEGEDLY and I mean ALLEGEDLY ever since he moved out West, he’s been an absolute mess. Exxon Valdez, Event Horizon, Ukraine and The Gaza Strip are just tragic comic events that Mitzi Shore may have produced at the legendary Comedy Store.

I am of the belief that it started to go down the shitter was when I had abandoned him in 1994 when I thought I had someone who would love me forever and put me on a pedestal. Child please. I was delusional. I was thinking that I was going to be able to live like the pages of a Barbara Cartland or Rosemary Rogers novel. You feel the Harlequin Romance novels? I was delusional.

I’m going to leave out some things and bring you up to date with the things that MAY have happened to him and ALLEGEDLY have been perpetrated against him. Since he was just a Victim of Circumstance. Like this story: Standing there in the rain in the middle of the night waiting for the last bus to arrive and take him across town as he was in a tee shirt and underwear. The next thing he knew 5-0 was putting him in the back of The Waddy Pagon. I mean he was just trying to get across town and shit went down. Hashtag Facts.

One story I had heard was that he was going to be evicted from his apartment and the storage unit he had was going to be auctioned off ALLEGEDLY due to either Late Payments or Non-Payment. Anyway, the shit hit the fan. Inside the Storage Unit was his mother’s ashes and now they’re gone ALLEGEDLY. These are just things that were told to me and I’ve got to take them with a grain of salt. Now as of recent, he ALLEGEDLY called a mutual and ALLEGEDLY said that he was in a bad situation. The mutual went to say that he was crying and he had a snub nosed .38 up against his head and he truly hated his life. When the mutual reached out to me and told me this story (not even Stephen King could have written this) and how he felt some kind of way about his life but being short of the ready, he couldn’t help him because that’s what he wanted.

After hearing this, I had to process this information and go through my mental Rolodex and see if I could find a card that was going to provide me with the right words. It took me about four days to find the right words. I wrote and the rewrote and edited my soliloquy. I then tossed it aside and then I wrote the following:

~>>>Yo. (Insert name here). Brother Dave reached out to me. We both wish we could help you out however we can't. We are not able to help you because you don't want to help yourself.

We took your advice and we are working on ourselves with meds and therapy.

Any 12 Step Program says: accept, acknowledge, affirm your actions and take ownership and responsibility and then make amends to those who you told to fuck off, eat shit and die.

Sadly I had a birthday yesterday and at 63 years old, I realized that both Brother Dave and myself had done nothing for you ever.

Scream, yell and have a temper tantrum.

Neither one of us can help you out here because you know two senior citizens who are losers.

We do actually care about you but we don't care about you because we are working on ourselves to be better people and you will not.

Sorry budd.

As always, your worst enemy,

(Insert name here)

I then waited for a few days before he clapped back with this and this where I was sitting in my car and laughing and crying at the same time. The absurdity of it all. I’ve read that text multiple times and still I truly believe that I’m in a coma. I’m completely brain dead. Now look here, I’ll safely admit that I’ve been in therapy since I was eight years old and at 63 years old, I’ve had brain surgery and I must admit that I’m the most ignorant person in the entire universe.

Here’s his response:

~>>>Idk why tf you text me. I don't need your help I'm an adult and good. Once again go fuck yourself. Your. Piece of shit, don't ever hit me up I'm blocking your ass. You need fucking help frfr

Excuse me ☝️ I thought I had heard that he has several outstanding warrants in the area he currently resides in and he also has some here on the East Coast ALLEGEDLY. From the very start, from in utero until now at his age of 37, he has been so fucking angry at me for abandoning him yet I did spend thousands of dollars on him in an attempt to make his life easier. As an example, he was playing football and I went without in order for him to have the necessary tools to play football yet he washed out and I apparently talked to his coach about how he should not have him playing football. Again, Excuse me ☝️!!

I know I have made the most obvious mistake by saying that he was my Foster Son. I know I’m a douche bag. I think back to when I last saw him in person. He was in jail and there was several inches of glass between us. I was on the phone with him and I told him how his Aunt and Mother had destroyed me. They concocted their own story about me and as I was doing the ugly cry, I could see him clearly clench his jaw and through his teeth he commanded me to stop crying and to stop talking to him about what happened. I know I had made another huge mistake and told him that I loved him as my son and he just cannot stand it anymore. I’ve always wanted to be a good parent and not just a friend on the periphery. Because I’ve been told by several people that I did the best I could and yet failed miserably and I live with the guilt.

#dear diary #no your not the only one #i wrote this for me #inside my mind #my words #ramblings #my writing #pity party #bipolar depression #lgbtq #tauren #zodiac #zodic signs #shut the fuck up #you don't know jack #stupid people #wtaf #wtf #I’m comatose #just stop #eat shit and die #piece of shit #I’m the asshole #caring is scaring

[90sdisneys]

me: *sends 12 air kisses*

me: to my bbs in la huerta

-

Jake: did it hurt?

Mc: Let me guess? When I fell from heaven? *rolls eyes*

Jake: *smirks* no, when you fell for me

-

Jake, introducing Mc to his family: This is my ex-girlfriend, Mc

Mc: I told you to stop calling me that

Mc: Hello I'm his wife

-

Mc: look, Craig is great, but he doesn't have a life plan. He doesn't even have a day plan. I once found a note he wrote to himself that said 'put on pants' followed by a question mark.

-

Mc: I'm a little chilly

Jake: *sets the entire world on fire*

-

Jake: What's that on your hand?

Mc: Wha-

Jake: *holds it* It's me

-

Craig: Mc we're out of candy.

Mc: What? Already? There's only been like three kids.

Craig: Yeah I know but one little girl told me she loved me so I just gave her everything.

-

Craig: Z is just a sideways N

Mc: it's 3 am please stop

Craig: zo

-

Mc: I made this couple bracelet for you.

Jake: You know, I'm not really a jewelry person.

Mc: You don't have to wear it.

Jake: No, I'm going to wear it forever. Back off

-

Zahra: (mumbling) you looked pretty today

Craig: ?... what was that?

Zahra: I SAID U LOOKED SHITTY TODAY. GOODNIGHT

-

Zahra: I wanna spice things up

Craig: You know I can't eat spicy foods

Zahra: I mean in the bedroom

Craig: I can't eat spicy things anywhere Zahra

-

[in the supermarket]

Zahra: Hello, I lost my boyfriend, Craig, can I make an announcement?

Staff: Absolutely

Zahra: *leans into the mic*

Zahra: I will find you, you little shit

-

Zahra: I could kill you if I wanted to.

Craig: Yeah? So could another human being

Craig: So could a dog

Craig: SO COULD A REALLY DEDICATED DUCK

Craig: You're not special

-

Mc: Alright, listen up you little shits.

Mc: Not you, Craig. You're an angel and we're thrilled you're here.

-

Craig: hey, wanna help me commit a felony?

Mc: what the hell dude?!

Craig: sorry, my bad

Craig: *whispering* wanna help me commit a felony?

Mc: *also whispering* of course man what do you need?

-

Jake: Zahra, tell Mc that she's an idiot, but I still love her

Zahra: gross. tell her yorself

Jake: we're in a fight

Zahra: you're sitting on her lap???

-

Mc: you're gonna hate yourself in the morning if you stay up late

Jake: joke's on you, I'm gonna hate myself in the morning no matter what

-

Craig: I'm the kind of person who likes to think things through

Mc: since when? I once saw you eat a marshmallow that was still on fire

-

Mc: *crying*

Jake: I will destroy every aspect of the known universe and burn whatever remains to ash in order to be sure I eradicated whatever hurt you.

Mc: I'd rather have a hug.

Jake: Okay, princess.

-

Michelle: who's more clingy?

Jake, sitting on Mc's lap with his arms wrapped around her neck and his face buried into her chest: Mc, obviously

-

Craig: Mc, Zahra's right there! What should I say?

Mc: Just tell her "You have beautiful eyes."

[a few minutes later]

Craig, to Zahra: I have beautiful eyes.

Zahra: Okay...

Mc, in the distance: NO!!!!

-

Mc: Jake is actually very sweet for such an aggressive guy.

Jake: *laughs menacingly while shooting a soldier's kneecap*

Mc: He's like a muffin to me.

Diego: He just SHOT someone!

Mc: My murderer muffin!

-

Grace: I'm cold.

Aleister: Here, have my jacket

Mc: Hey, I'm cold too.

Jake: What?? [taking off jacket] I fucking told you to bring more fucking layers! But of course you didn’t listen and now [piling scarves on her] now look, I’ve got to make sure you don’t FREEZE to death and [taking somebody else’s hat] how fucking long have you been cold you little shit?you should have said something-

-

Mc: *sees someone doing something stupid*

Mc: What an idiot.

Mc: *realises it's Jake*

Mc: Wait, that's my idiot-

-

Mc: I've only befriended Craig for a day and a half, but if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

-

Craig: I guess I'm just too tough to cry

Mc: just yesterday you were crying about snakes

Craig: *choking up* they have no arms okay?!

-

Jake: I swear whoever took my favorite green sweatshirt is gonna-

Mc: *walks in wearing Jake's green sweatshirt*

Jake: Go on a date with me and be loved unconditionally

-

Mc: *accidentally bumps against a door*

Jake: Are you okay??!?!!

Mc: It's okay, I'm fine

Jake: *to the door* You stand in Mc's way one more time and I'll make sure to take you down.

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Quinn: What's wrong Mc? Why are you crying? What happened?

Sean: Are you okay? Did someone make you cry? Who is it? I'll go talk to them if you want me to.

Jake and Estela: WHERE ARE THEY? I'LL FUCKING KILL THEM.

-

Craig: I'm quick at math.

Mc: Okay, what's 38 times 76?

Craig: 24.

Mc: That's not even close.

Craig: But it was quick.

-

Us: the embers of hope thins is so cool, 'cause we can see our friends happy in the future

Pixelberry: ....

Us: :) !!

Pixelberry: ...

Pixelberry: now die to see it happen

-

zahra: can play 12 different instruments, got accepted into Harvard, is organized craig: once ate 15 cold hot pockets in a row, tripped over their shoelaces, claims they can fight 2000 bees

-

Jake losing their temper and about to essentially annihilate anything/anyone in their path. A kiss and gentle hand squeeze from Mc calms Jake down instantly

-

Zahra: we’re engaged

Craig: IN COMBAT

-

Jake: going to plan B? Aleister: technically, that would be plan G. Craig: how many plans do we have? is there like, a plan M? Mc: yeah, but Aleister dies in plan M. Jake: I like plan M.

-

“And when you finally make it to the other side, you’ll be the queen you always carried inside you…”    

-

Craig: do you know how many bones the human body has? it’s 206. we start with 369 when we’re babies but they fused. wouldn’t you want to go back? have as many bones as a baby? what if i could help you

Mc: hi yeah what the actual, literal, genuine fuck does this mean

-

Jake: I don’t fall in love easily

Mc: *smiles at him*

Jake: *in awe*

-

Raj: Hello Mc, Michelle

Mc:

Michelle:

Raj: You may be wondering why Craig is taped to the ceiling-

-

Craig: *kicks the door down looking panicked*

Mc: What did you do?

Craig: NOBODY DIED.

Mc: WHAT KIND OF AN ANSWER IS THAT?!

-

Mc:  *staring silently out the window as it rains* Jake:  She looks so deep in thought, I wonder what’s going on in that big, beautiful brain of hers Mc, thinking:  Warm water tastes round and cold water tastes pointy.

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Zahra: Jake won’t get out of his room. Mc: Just tell him I said something. Zahra: Like what? Mc: Anything factually incorrect. Jake, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a fucking planet-

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Mc: when we walk together please take into consideration my tiny legs. I can’t keep up with you. please think of my little legs when we walk because I don’t want to jog to keep up with your leisure pace, you TITAN. Craig: just get some roller skates and hold onto my sleeve, we don’t have all day

-

Mc: Jake, what’s for dinner?

Jake: *staring at a plate of burnt food* regret

-

Police Officer: Miss, you’re receiving a ticket for trying to fit 11 people on a car

Mc: Dang

Craig: Wait, 11?

Police Officer: Yes

Craig: OH MY GOD

Police Officer: Sir are you alri-

Craig: ALEISTER FELL OFF

-

Craig: trust me I know what I’m doing 

Mc: not even God knows what you’re doing

-

Craig: *sets the kitchen on fire*

Quinn: where’s the responsible adult?

Jake: he’s asleep on the couch

Mc: don’t worry guys, I got this. hand me a bucket of water

Mc: *dumping water on Sean* WAKE UP, THE KITCHEN IS ON FIRE

-

Mc: You spent our entire life savings on dogs?!

Craig: They’re golden retrievers. They retrieve GOLD. I did this for us

-

Mc: ASDFGHJKL 

Aleister: what is that 

 Mc: it’s a keyboard smash 

 Aleister: how do I do it 

 Mc: just press anything 

 Aleister: 8

#endless summer

[lumiereandcogsworth]

☕️✏️🎁🌙🎧

☕- do you regularly consume caffiene? do you find that caffeine helps manage your symptoms or makes them worse? no i never do. i really don’t like the taste of coffee and tea, and i don’t really have regular access to redbull or other energy drinks. the one time i did drink redbull though it was new year’s eve and i was playing monopoly with my siblings and i was just extra hyper and excited to play it LMAO.

✏- do/did you like or dislike school? i did like it, i was one of those autistics who needed to be perfect in school or i would die sjdksj. i had straight As from elementary school through university, and i am not trying to brag there i am trying to show you how much anxiety i have had my entire life🥲 in terms of socializing it was fine. i went to a TINY k-8 (ages 5-14) private school that made making friends incredibly easy. and then in high school (ages 14-18) i was lucky enough to find a great friend group that i felt safe with and i never really ventured outside of them. university i was most isolated, it was a Lot harder to make friends there. i had like basically 3 friends who i split my time between and that was it. which was good because i’m best with one-on-one things. but long story short, no i didn’t hate school as many autistics did. i, like ash from pokemon, wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was.

🎁- what’s your special interest(s)? have you heard of a little film known as live action beauty and the beast (2017) <3 im sort of in love with her <3 that’s honestly my only special interest, my brain has been utterly devoted to that film (and writing fic and building the SHIT outta that canon lore) for six years now and i love it so so much. i think a sub-special interest is like, french royal history. which i only enjoy diving into Because it gives me context and details for my batb 2017 world building. but yes that film IS my entire personality please ask me about it all the time forever :)

🌙- are you a morning person or a night person? absolutely a night person. i love the quiet, i love being the only one awake, i love that there are zero demands from the world. it’s just you and whatever you wanna do. mornings are beautiful and can be very serene but there’s this underlying feeling that i should be Doing something and i absolutely hate that feeling. (writing it like that, that’s probably a result of my life-long anxiety to meet every demand in school to get perfect grades lmao. nighttime was always the one time that nothing was required of me and i relished it. huh. interesting.)

🎧- what symptom(s) of yours is the hardest for you to deal with? sound is a big one, my ears are really sensitive to noise. also crowds and just socializing in general. anything that has to do with people i just,,, hhhhhh. i have no interest in dealing with people, which is a problem considering i’m not a hermit that lives in the mountains. i know some autistic people see socializing as a game they wanna win, like they can recognize the patterns and get really good at talking to people, but for me i just have no desire to bother with it. it’s exhausting. and usually pointless. (what is small talk. also why.) i’m thankful my current living situation is pretty accommodating for me, and day-to-day i don’t have to deal with too much. but noise regulation and socializing are my two kryptonites for sure.

#NICE thank you !!!!!!!! #anonymous #answered #about me