#today on: rowan can't shut up!

[leiawritesstories]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cj3jmJHAYJE/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

Soooo…

Here’s my idea. Rowan and Aelin go to the same school. They are dating very casually . It’s still very early. But Rowan does a scan on Aelin and accidentally finds out that she is pregnant with his baby. Aelin’s friends all freak out and start saying that they didn’t even know that she was sleeping with someone. Meanwhile Aelin and Rowan are just looking at each other like shit!

I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING AT THE REEL AHAHHAHAHAHA ANON ILY THANK YOU SO MUCH

Word count: ~1.2k

Warnings: language, pregnancy, great surprise

Enjoy!! written rather late and rather quickly so forgive anything that doesn't make sense haha

IS THAT A BABY?!

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"So what are we doing today, I wonder?" Aelin mused aloud, falling into step next to Rowan as they headed to class.

He shrugged. "Hell if I know, but it's practical day, so..."

"Gods, it could be anything." She sighed. "Hope Doc doesn't make us do anything nasty."

"What, you're too squeamish to handle a little fake injection?" he teased. "You're a med student, Ae, we've got to do these things."

"Oh, shut it, Mr. I've-never-seen-intestines-before," she chuckled.

He pinched her side. "You promised you wouldn't mention that!"

"Too bad!"

"Traitor," he grumbled, pretending to pout as they came to their lab room.

Where the stations were already set up, each with a bed, a monitor, and an ultrasound machine.

Aelin stopped short for a moment. "Well, I guess that answers what we're doing."

"Promise me you won't do anything too naughty, love," Rowan smirked, leading her over to one of the stations.

She laughed, winking wickedly at him. "We'll save that for tonight."

From the way his throat bobbed, she'd say he agreed with that idea.

"All right, people!" Dr. Philippa Smith, their lab professor that day, clapped her hands. "Pair off and take a station, we're gonna be learning how to do ultrasound scans today!" Dr. Philippa was an OB/GYN, so naturally she'd be called upon to teach the med students how to work with ultrasounds. She strolled around the room, checking on each pair of students. "One of you get settled as the patient, the other gets to be the tech."

Aelin sat down on the bed, smirking at Rowan's disgruntled frown. "Oh, lighten up, buzzard, you'll get to see all the fun bits."

He spluttered and wheezed, his face flaring bright red. "Aelin!"

She giggled madly, hiding her mirth behind her hands when Dr. Philippa walked past. "It'll be fine, Ro."

"You're a menace," he grumbled, his blush fading.

"Patients!" Dr. Philippa called. "Get settled, you might be laying here for a while." Soft laughter fluttered around the room. "Shirts tucked up, pants tucked down--no, not that far down, we don't need to have our eyes traumatized--just about to the level of your hipbones." She took another lap of the room, checking to make sure all the "patients" were ready. "Good. Now, techs! Glove up, take the bottle of gel on your tables, warn the patient, and squeeze some out onto the exposed area.

Rowan snapped on his latex gloves and took the tube of gel. "Cold gel, Fireheart," he said softly, probably with a little more affection than strictly necessary for an ultrasound tech to his patient.

Aelin muffled her squeak of surprise as he squeezed the gel onto her lower abdomen. "That's unfamiliar," she hummed, getting herself used to the sensation.

"Mmm, maybe we'll have to see what that unfamiliar cold does sometime," Rowan murmured, promise laced into his tone.

Aelin tried and failed to keep from shivering in delight. "Yes please."

Dr. Philippa walked the "techs" through the basic process of using the ultrasound wand, guiding the class as they got the wand positioned on the patients' bodies. "Okay, you'll want to just have a look at the anatomy, you've all seen it in your textbooks and now you can see it in real life. Remember, this is a practical lab, you very well might have to know how to take an ultrasound someday."

"So that's where babies come from," Rowan whispered to Aelin as an image of one of her ovaries came into focus on the monitor screen.

She smothered a giggle. "So you do know something about a woman!"

"Shut up," he grumbled, blushing again. "Shit, Fireheart, we've been together for several months now, and I like to think I know you...well enough to please." His voice dropped a whole octave on those last words.

A shiver danced down her spine. "Hmm, perhaps I'll need another demonstration before I can form a conclusion."

"As you wish."

Dr. Philippa walked past their station, nodding. "Nice clear image, Whitethorn!"

Rowan nodded as the doctor passed. "I have a good patient," he murmured, smirking over at Aelin as he passed the wand to the right atop her abdomen.

She watched the image on the monitor shift as he moved the wand, fascinated by the way she could see inside herself. The black-and-white picture on the screen crackled and resolved, moving from the remarkably clear image of her ovary to--

Holy burning hell.

Aelin's jaw dropped, her brain completely stalling. "Rowan!" she gasped, pinching herself sharply and wincing at the pain.

Rowan's hand froze in place, his stare locked onto the monitor.

Where a clear, distinct image of a little tiny baby shifted and moved its little limbs inside Aelin's uterus.

"Is that--" he breathed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, "is that a--"

"Holy fucking shit!" screeched the girl at the next station over, goggling at Rowan and Aelin's monitor. "IS THAT A BABY?!"

The lab went dead silent.

"ELIDE!" Aelin squealed, turning bright crimson as the entire class abandoned their stations and rushed to crowd around hers. "What the hell?!"

A few students back in the crowd, Fenrys Moonbeam, one of Rowan's oldest friends, whooped. "Way to go, Whitethorn!"

"Holy shit!" Elide yelped, her dark brown eyes flashing rapidly from Rowan to Aelin and back. "I had no idea you two--"

"Do not finish that sentence!" Aelin demanded, covering her flaming hot face with her hands.

"Okay, I won't." Elide stared at her best friend in wonder, glancing to the ultrasound screen and back to Aelin. "But...oh my god!"

"What's all this?" Dr. Philippa parted the gathered crowd. "Is something--oh." She snapped her mouth shut, taking in the clear picture of the baby on the monitor, the shock written all over Aelin and Rowan's faces, the way both of them were still frozen in wonder and disbelief, and the mixed grins and gawping looks of the class. "Go back to your stations, everyone!"

The class reluctantly scattered, the news traveling around the room in stunned whispers.

Dr. Philippa took the ultrasound wand from Rowan and gently but firmly nudged him to sit down next to Aelin. "Did you have any idea?" she asked softly.

"No," Aelin breathed, a little shakily. "We...we've only been dating for seven months, we were always careful."

The doctor nodded. "Okay. And...forgive me for asking this, but it's required of any OB--do you want to keep the baby?"

"Yes." Her answer was instantaneous. She looked over to Rowan, who squeezed her hand, a tiny smile curling his lips as he nodded. "Yes, we do."

"All right." Philippa took the wand away and wiped the gel off Aelin's abdomen. "I'm going to refer you to a colleague of mine, call this number and get an ultrasound scheduled. Since this is class, we really shouldn't try and do a scan of any kind now, you deserve the privacy of an appointment." She scribbled down her colleague and the contact information. "And Aelin?"

"Yeah?"

"Congratulations."

Rowan shakily stood up, his face a portrait of wonder and shock and awe and a little bit of concern. "Holy gods," he breathed, one large hand settling tentatively atop Aelin's abdomen.

"Holy gods indeed," she whispered, settling her hand atop his. "We... Ro, we're having a baby."

~~~

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#my writing #answered prompt #aelin galathynius #rowan whitethorn #rowaelin #pregnancy #fluff? #i guess it's fluff haha

[alexandros-deathwood]

Surprise guest in the Ravenclaw dorm

It's early in the morning, the birds are chirping away their love songs to each other. The sun is shining bright as ever, in it's dance of joy.

Rowan is getting out of bed and began shuffling out of his pajamas and into his school uniform. He looks over to his bunk mate to see Alexandros's curly mess of a hair slithering over his pillows. He is sleeping position is not his typical one, as he often lays on his right but today he is on his left. He looks as though he is holding something in his arms.

"Good morning Alexandros." he says to him in his cheerful voice

"hmm lmmm." Alexandros tries to say hello back but his closed mouth can only produce mumblings. This didn't bother Rowan who was used to this.

As Rowan gets closer to his bed he realizes what, but more accurately who Alexandros is holding. A streak of orange dances and intertwines with Alexandros's long curly black hair. Her face almost hidden behind a wall of blankets except for her eyes and up

There's something about her like this, Rowan can't quite get. She always looks so angry or happy with an evil smile. He had never seen her look so content. Utterly unaware of the world around her and couldn't care less how she is seen.

She is at peace within his arms. Held tightly by the one she had first sought to destroy. Held by her rival, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

"oh hey merula."

Merula doesn't even say a word to him. She tries her best while still have asleep to raise her arm. She simply flips him off as she shuts her eyes.

"yeah I expected as much." Rowan said to himself, reflecting on how he still hasn't gotten used to Merula sleeping in the Ravenclaw dorm, and specifically with Alexandros. He is still unsure if he is okay with their relationship knowing their best.

He can still see a scar across the back of Alexandros's neck from the devil's snare. He still has some nightmares from watching him get hurt like that. When he had hoped that she would stop messing with him, this wasn't exactly what he had imagined. But he could see that Alexandros was quite happy with this arrangement he had with his rival.

Alexandros tries to get up and get dressed but he is quickly stopped by a hand pulling him back down.

"no- fi- five more minutes.." merula mutters clearly still half asleep.

"okay, mi thunderbird~"

"I'll cover for you, Alexandros."

"Thank you..." He mumbled still waking up.

But seeing them like this, brings some hope to Rowan. That maybe people can change and that he can rest easy knowing that the two rivals aren't at each other's throats, well not with knifes at least.

#this is really cute #just adorable #rowan watching the two idiots wake up cuddling #merula is definitely going to try an squeeze some more minutes cuddling #and will of course deny any alligations #hogwarts mystery #hphm #jacob's sibling #alexandros deathwood #merula snyde #rowan khanna #merula x alexandros #merula x mc #mc x merula

[engbergeurovacay23]

Arrived to Madrid today!

I am writing this from our Airbnb in Madrid. I *think* we are in the Conde Duque neighborhood. It was very, very quiet in this neighborhood at about 4 p.m. when we arrived. I suppose maybe this was "siesta time" but I also thought it could just be Sunday. I was proven wrong on the Sunday theory because we walked to see the Nacional Ballet de España at the Teatro de la Zarzuela, and to get there we walked down the Gran Via, and that was a very, very busy street with lots of shops, theaters, and hotels. And when we were done at the ballet around 8:45 p.m. and went back up the Gran Via, there were still loads of people out, shopping at the shops, which were all pretty much still open!

I am a very nervous flier, so the overnight flight always gets me worked up. This flight, on Iberia, went quite smoothly. About our flight out of Albuquerque to Dallas, I cannot say the same. There was pretty hardcore turbulence over the Sandias and then when we landed in Dallas, the plane thunked down so hard it felt like we landed on wooden wheels. But, the Iberia flight was just fine. The layout was 2-5-2, so Cece and I had two together and Rowan was right behind me at the window--with no one next to him! He had his own bed for 9.5 hours. Eric--lucky duck, but I am the one who made it this way-- flew over the water in Business class because he get s horrifically grumpy if he can't sleep on the plane and with his height, the space in Business works well. And with miles, it's possible. I am such a nervous wreck on flights anyway that me flying in Business is a waste on a flight where one should be sleeping. I simply cannot. Though, I've got to say, I shut my eyes for like 4 hours or so on the flight last night and may have actually caught a wink or two! I was very excited to be able to use FB Messenger to chat with Michelle and Amy Coor as I was whiling away the sleepless hours. Then, I watched some of a cycling movie about the EF team and the 2020 Tour de France called Enter the Slipstream, I think, and then I did my almost-sleeping routine. It was also hard to sleep with Cece on my lap. But, she and Rowan both slept.

Once we arrived in Madrid, the kids got to go up and meet the captain and then, we made our way out of the Madrid airport (which is huge; we joked that we were walking back to Albuquerque) and got our Uber. Our Airbnb host was not there right when we arrived but his friend came soon after and helped us get in and settled. But, she didn't quite know which unit it was or which key, so perhaps she could've been better prepped. Anyway, we came up, dropped our bags, walked to the Carrefour and got some groceries, and then ate a bit quickly, and then walked down to the Teatro de la Zarzuela!

I was very excited to see this performance, the "American"-focused repertory show, with works by Balanchine, Peck, Martins, and Tharp. Lauren Lovette I guess performed previous dates this week, but she did not dance in Sinatra Suite, which I expected her to! The woman who did, though, was elegant and lovely. The Justin Peck piece was so cool and energetic and clever. The kids enjoyed the performance, though I think we were all a bit tired for it ;) Eric went on a five-mile run while we watched ballet--and then a 3-mile walk! What a guy! We Ubered back to the Airbnb, because we were too tired and hungry to walk, and I fed the kids eggs and toast -- and then off to bed they went. I am going to do the same in a sec! We shall see what time we all awaken tomorrow. But at 2:45, we are going to see the Royal Palace. We will also go to a playground and the Prado, but not sure how much will happen tomorrow. It is also supposed to be about 104 degrees. Nice.

[kuroopaisen]

brat || gojou satoru

➵ gojou wants you to pay attention to him. and no, he doesn’t care about how annoying he’s being. 

wc: 2k

warnings: gn!reader, gojou is Annoying, mild spoilers i guess? 

a/n: hi welcome to my gojou brainrot i would like to escape and yet i cannot,,, will i deliver more mindless fanfic? who knows! 

You sigh, turning the page of your book with an exhausted kind of resignation. Had you even comprehended what’s in the last paragraph? Or had you just let your eyes gloss over it, admiring the shape of the letters without actually taking any of them in?

Reading a book isn’t so difficult under normal circumstances; sure, you’ve got your own concentration to wrestle with, but that’s an (occasionally) tameable beast.

The man sprawled on the couch next to you, however, is not.

“Are you done yet?” Gojou hums, sticking his legs straight up in the air.

“I’ll be done sooner if you shut up,” you mumble, starting from the top of the page for what feels like the thirty-second time in the past five minutes.

Gojou’s not handling the boredom well. He’s spent the past five minutes cycling between humming Danse Macabre in an octave too high to be comfortable while swinging his legs in circles and poking your cheek as he crouches next to you on his knees.

“You’re the one who said I could come over,” he chirps, completely unfazed by your words.

“I never said that,” you mumble.

It’s not a lie. Earlier today, Gojou’d asked if you were going out tonight. You’d said no. He’d decided to take that as permission to crash at your place.

Although the onus is at least a little on you; he has a habit of doing things like this. You’ve got to be one step ahead of him if you want to win against him on a petty debate like that.

A head of white hair wriggles its way onto your lap.

“Satoru?”

“Hm?”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m bored,” he hums.

That much is obvious. But you know it’s not that simple; he’s bored, yes, but more importantly, he wants your attention. Even your chest flutters at that.

“You’re a grown man,” you smile. “Entertain yourself.”

A well-worn coquettish smile plays on his lips. “I can’t tell if you’re being lewd or not.”

You slap his chest.

“Ow!” He gasps, placing a hand over his heart. “I can’t believe you’d be so cruel to me!”

“Then stop being annoying.”

“I’d like to think I’m ‘charmingly playful’.”

“Do you take constructive criticism?” You tilt your head at him, biting back a smile.

“I would,” he muses, “if I weren’t already perfect.”

“That ego of yours is going to get you into serious trouble one day,” you grin, flicking his forehead gently.

He lets you, grinning back. “Ah, but you see, my dear,” he hums, grabbing your hand before you draw it away and lacing your fingers with his. It’s a bit of an awkward angle, but you don’t mind.

“I’m simply stating the truth.”

“Well, the truth hurts,” you mutter, “so it’s no surprise no-one wants to hear you gassing yourself up.”

Gojou laughs. His hair tickles your inner thighs and you’re almost convinced to give in. But it wouldn’t be good form to feed his ego after chiding him for it.

You’re well-aware his ego’s already gotten him in trouble – many times, in fact. But Gojou seems to have a way of wheedling his way out of anything.

And, of course, you know that his ego doesn’t come from nowhere.

Doesn’t stop it from being annoying, though. The fact it’s at least partially well-founded makes it worse.

You take a deep breath, turning your attention back to this blasted book. Gojou will just have to wait.

“Why are you even reading that brick?” He muses, tapping the bottom of the book’s spine with one long finger. “You look bored out of your mind. And, you’ve been on the same page for the past five minutes.”

“You know,” you tilt your head to the side, a sour look on your face. “‘Adult stuff.’ Upskilling and all that.”

“Ah,” Gojou grins. “Career work.”

“Mhm,” you sigh. “And some of us can’t just learn on the job.”

Although, you ponder, the thought blurred with gentle melancholy, some of us aren’t constantly risking our lives.

Gojou always tells you not to worry; he’s the strongest jujutsu sorcerer there is, after all. But even that’s not enough to lull you into an uneasy sleep, to bring you warmth when your bed is cold.

You’re never truly at ease until you feel him slip into your bed in the early hours of the morning, his arms slinking around your waist and pulling you towards him. It’s like clockwork how he buries his head in your shoulder as every muscle in his body relaxes. He always thinks you’re asleep – and honestly, it’s easier to let him keep believing that.

What you’ve got isn’t exactly a ‘relationship’. At least, not in the most traditional sense of the word. Gojou’s never pretended to offer you that. But it’s not so simple as a ‘friends-with-benefits’ arrangement.

Gojou Satoru doesn’t suit the domestic. But he relishes in it, the same way a child might enjoy playing at high tea with little plastic teacups and cupcakes made of playdough. Some might find this frustrating – the idea of existing in this grey, a dark, nebulous unknown stippled with moments of affection and vulnerability.

But there’s still comfort in it; a sense of understanding, a place to let loose and relax. Being part of this world is hard. It’s so cruel – sending children out to fight things they barely comprehend, letting them suffer and even die. And what do they have to show for it? A future of doing the same thing while also having to navigate just how shit the world of sorcerers truly is?

Why aren’t more of your colleagues angry about this? One counsellor isn’t enough to maintain the wellbeing of these children. Do the higher-ups even care? Well, you know the answer to that question – it’s enough to make you want to throttle each and every one of them—

“Hey.”

You clatter back to earth, met by a pair of electric blue eyes. It’s easy to forget just how striking they are; it’s like they can stare right into your very core, laying out secrets you never even knew you had.

“Hm?” You blink at him. You can’t risk him knowing you’re worried. He doesn’t stand for that sort of thing; he’ll just tease you for being concerned about him. Though, you’re well-aware that he enjoys being doted on.

“You’re spacing out,” he smiles. “Again.”

Sure, he sounds like he’s joking. But even he can’t disguise that little flash in his eyes, the slight tension in his face. It’s the same expression he has when he talks about that new student of his.

Gojou understands you better than you’d like. Every little tell, every tiny hint towards what you’re actually thinking. It’s near impossible to hide anything from him; it’s irritating, really.

But, at least he’s got the decency to leave the direction of the conversation in your hands.

You weigh it for a moment, deciding how exactly to respond. Should you play it off and throw his brattiness back in his face? Or should you pry open that conversation like the doors of an old temple?

Today’s not the day. Neither of you are ready for that.

You stick your tongue out at him. Perhaps it’s not how an adult should behave, but you don’t care. Neither does Gojou.

“I think,” he sighs, plucking the book out of your hands and tossing it across the room, “it’s time you took a break.”

You yelp a moment too late, watching your book slap against the wall and flop to the floor. It’s only a paperback – thank God – but you’re not ready to fix another dent in the wall caused by the force of mayhem known as Gojou Satoru.

“And I have been waiting long enough,” he grins, wrapping his arms around your neck and launching forward.

“Satoru—”

It’s too late. He’s got you pinned beneath him – and not in a sexy way. All six feet and three inches of him is laid flat on top of you, your face smothered by his chest.

You punch his side weakly.

“You’ll have to do better than that,” he laughs.

“Fine,” you try to say. All you get is a mouthful of Gojou’s shirt. You slip your hands up said shirt and tickle his sides.

“Hey, hey, hey—” He splutters, grabbing at your wrists.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” You smirk, continuing your assault.

Gojou whines, propping himself up by his palms and arching his back like a cat in an attempt to shake you off.

“Get back here,” you grin, lifting your torso in response.

His arms are immediately wrapped around you, pinning your own arms to your sides. You yelp in surprise, finding yourself laid gently against the couch with your face pressed against his neck.

“Much better,” Gojou chuckles, still on top of you as he nestles his head into your shoulder.

It’s not the most comfortable position, but that’s rarely a priority when it comes to Gojou. You wouldn’t be surprised if this wasn’t just his way of goading you into relocating to your bed for ease of cuddling (although you have your doubts that it’s the only thing on his mind).

“You want attention that bad, huh?” You chuckle, pressing a gentle kiss to his neck.

“Mhm,” he smirks, bringing his head up to get a proper look at you. “I’m a busy man, you know. I don’t think you’re appreciating my free time enough.”

“And yet, you never seem to leave my damn house,” you muse. “I’m starting to think you don’t actually have a job.”

Gojou laughs, leaning down and kissing you properly.

“That’s not an answer,” you say against his lips.

He ignores you, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You sigh, conceding. His lips are so soft yet so persistent, somehow both desperate and playful. He’s aggravatingly good at this sort of thing – before Gojou, you didn’t really understand what it meant to be a ‘good kisser’. But of course, he manages to excel at this, too. And annoyingly enough, he’d been right to brag about it.  

He brings one hand up to cup your cheek and moves another down to your waist. It’s a surprisingly chaste move for him, but you don’t mind. You tangle your own hands in his hair, resisting the urge to tug it. If you do that, you’ll officially lose any chance of getting more reading done tonight. Although your ability to focus on anything other than him is waning quickly.

When Gojou pulls back, he’s got that look in his eyes. The one that always makes your cheeks flush, makes your heart feel a little lighter. The one that almost makes you say something stupid.

Thank God you always have your wits about you.

“You get five minutes,” you sigh. “And then you’ve got to let me finish the chapter I’m on, okay? Then I’m all yours.”

Gojou’s grin blossoms with delight.

He slots himself beneath your chin and rests his cheek against your chest. A hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You smile, propping your chin on the top of his head and wrapping your arms around him.

Despite all his big talk, his irksome demeanour, even his obnoxious height, Gojou Satoru loves to be held.

You always oblige. He never asks – that’s too close to admitting weakness.

But you understand. He needs this. Sometimes he just wants to be tended to.

Being let in like this is an honour. He’s letting you be part of his life, despite his grand plans. Plans that, when he’d told you them, shifted your whole understanding of him.

Gojou represents change.

You have to have faith in him. You have to believe he’ll make good on his promises and turn the sorcerer world on its head. It’s no easy burden; and despite what he claims, even he falters in the face of something so monumental.

But despite all that, he’s still him. He hasn’t let the weight of his goals crush him; at least, not entirely. He finds the little joys, indulges in mundane delights, sees the humour in things.

Gojou Satoru wants to change the world, but he still lets himself be a part of it.

Perhaps that’s why it’s so easy to love him.

Even if he can’t offer the stability and promise of a stable relationship.

Even if he’s a little brat.

#gojou x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo saturo x reader #gojou x you #gojou staoru x you #today on: rowan can't shut up! #free me from this hell!

[dinklebat]

hey there it’s creepypasta incorrect quotes part 9 o’clock

-

masky: where are you going?

jeff: hell.

masky: no like right now

jeff: oh. mcdonald’s.

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toby: you know what I’ve realized?

y/n: some thoughts are better left unsaid?

toby: nice try, anyways-

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y/n: if you got arrested what would be the charges?

rowan: theft.

ben : disturbing the peace.

clockwork : aggravated assault.

toby: arson.

jeff : all of the above, in that order

-

jeff: from now on we will be using code names.

jeff: you can address me as “eagle one”.

jeff: nina is “been there done that”.

jeff: y/n is “currently doing that”.

jeff: ben is “it happened once in a dream”.

jeff: toby is “if I had to pick a proxy”.

jeff: And hoodie is..

jeff: “eagle two“

hoodie: oh thank god.

-

kate: they look like a real handful. how do you deal with them?

masky, watching nina screaming, jane trying to set a sleeping jeff on fire, and doby choking on air: I don't know either.

-

rowan: i don’t get what the big deal is about eating meat, plants have emotions and personalities too but you all eat them just fine.

nina: plants have feelings too?! what is this? now I can't have food!

toby: you can eat a rock.

y/n: air.

x virus: the fabric of time and space.

ben: chugging a bottle of bleach can solve all your problems.

nina: You guys are not helpful.

-

masky: we might have gotten into a bar room brawl back in the city.

slenderman: well, that was entirely predictable.

hoodie: one of them punched a gang member.

slenderman: jeff?

masky: y/n, actually.

slenderman: oh, that was going to be my second guess.

-

toby: we have a problem.

masky: let me guess, you caused it?

kagekao: gimme a sec, I'm not drunk enough to listen to this yet.

ej: And it's another tuesday, your point?

hoodie: Would shooting you solve this problem? No? Then shut up.

liu: If you're mean the fire, that's our solution to last week's problem.

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doby: what did you guys get in your yearbook?

jeff: 'prettiest smile'

y/n: 'nicest personality'

nina: 'most likely to start a bar fight'

hoodie: 'least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one’

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masky: you're a lying piece of shit!

toby: oh yeah? you're the idiot that thinks you can get away with everything you do, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD!

kate: I'm leaving and I'm taking y/n with me!

hoodie, gathering cards: aaaaand that's enough monopoly for today.

#incorrect quotes #creeypasta #goblins and gremlins au #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta incorrect quotes #creepypasta x reader #jeff the killer #kate the chaser #ticci toby #rowan the rotted #doby doggers #homicidal liu #eyeless jack #kagekao #nina the killer #Ben drowned #marble hornets #hoodie #masky #tim wright #brian thomas #slenderman #clockwork #x virus

[julemmaes]

The One Good Thing

Rowaelin Month, Day Two

A/N: again, I'm gonna fail all my exams because of this stupid app, I'm sure. Also, I miss the off campus boys so much I kinda made Fenrys one of them and I love the idea of the tog men as hockey players so yeah, enjoy;)

Word count: 2,581

Aelin would have killed for a second of silence.

She daydreamed of that almost noisy quiet that makes you feel every deepest thought hidden in your brain that exists only at 3 a.m., when every soul is resting and cars can't drive around the campus. And there are no children screaming at the top of their lungs or parties going on all night long.

That was what she had been promised, the flyers she'd been handed during the open days, when she had come to visit the college.

That was how it was supposed to be.

Aelin had tried so many times to ask her upstairs flatmate to hold his Twitch live streams strictly in the afternoons or mornings when she wouldn't be home, but when Fenrys Moonbeam had first opened the door to his place, the girl had known immediately that she wouldn't be able to change his mind even by paying him.

Especially since his live streams were followed by such a large audience that Aelin couldn't even begin to understand how he had managed to build an empire so big in just under a month. Surely it had something to do with the long blond hair, different from her own but just as beautiful, and the arms covered in tattoos so colourful they blind you. They had their own charm. Add to the pile the fact that he was the goalie on the hockey team, and he was the perfect mix for the guy to marry.

From what their common friends had told her, he was already earning enough to afford an off-campus home, but that he liked the comfort the college dorm gave.

A comfort that Aelin, after three years in those filthy rooms and shared bathrooms, had yet to find.

When yet another howl of celebration at yet another victory that everyone expected pierced through his floor and her ceiling, nearly drilling her eardrums, Aelin gritted her teeth so hard that for a moment she feared they might shatter.

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and trying to whisper, "Shut," failed miserably to keep her tone under control and shrieked the second word, "up!"

A booming laugh rang out upstairs and a millisecond later a message lit up her phone screen.

From Lys: Girl, maybe you should take a chill pill, I heard you on the live stream. Are you still studying?

She tossed the phone to the side, pulling her hair up and pinning it back with a pencil.

"Fuck off." she muttered under her breath.

Lysandra was one of the few in their group of friends who never missed a Fenrys broadcast. Whether it was at eleven at night or five in the morning, she was always one of the first to join in.

Aelin often wondered if she was just doing it because Fenrys was helping her sponsor her YouTube channel, but then she remembered that Lysandra would do the same for all her friends.

She got out of bed, taking all her books and notes in her arms, pen in her mouth and holding her phone between her pinky and ring fingers. She threw open the door to her room and found herself facing a wall of muscle, slamming into her roommate's chest.

Rowan's hands snapped forward and kept her from falling backwards and when Aelin looked up at his face, she almost lost her balance again.

His face was sleepy, only one eye open as he suppressed a yawn. The imprint of the pillowcase on his cheek just another sign that he had already been sleeping.

"Are you okay?" he asked her in a hoarse voice, stepping back and letting her through, "I heard you screaming. I was coming to check on you."

Aelin grimaced, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

He shook his head, moving a hand in mid-air, "Don't worry about it." then his gaze snapped to the ceiling as another laugh from Fenrys cut through the thin material dividing their quarters. He frowned, lowering his gaze back to her, and it was at that moment that he noticed the books in her arms.

If possible, his frown deepened even more.

He closed his eyes, gently grabbing her wrist and leaning against the wall behind him, pulling her towards him.

Aelin let herself be tugged, arranging the books so that they didn't poke at either her or him in that uncomfortable hug, but she positioned her head against his chest, letting his fingers expertly massage the nape of her neck.

"Baby." he sighed into her hair. Her toes curled.

It had only been a few weeks since they had decided to start dating, a few weeks since Rowan had confessed to having feelings for her. They had exchanged a few kisses in secret from their friends, wanting to enjoy that first phase of their very fresh relationship in privacy. They hadn't done anything too steamy yet, and Aelin had more than agreed with his decision to take it slow, but one thing Rowan hadn't held back in the slightest from the first second she'd agreed to go out with him had been the pet names he'd given her whenever they were in the safety of their dorms.

Baby was definitely her favourite.

His hands slid lower, down her back, and she looked up, resting her chin on his chest and fixing her eyes in his. His gaze softened, still clouded with sleep. "You shouldn't be studying at this hour."

Aelin grunted, smacking her forehead against his chest, "But I have a test tomorrow."

Rowan sighed again, pushing her away and taking the books from her arms. "Precisely why you should be sleeping." He walked towards the common room, speaking softly and hoping Lorcan wouldn't hear them. They both knew their roommate suspected something, but he didn't have enough worries in the world for him to actually give a shit about their possible relationship, and they also knew he would never say anything to anyone. Maybe to Elide, but neither of them would bet on it. "I left you alone tonight because you needed to rest, not stay up until morning melting your brain."

She followed him like a lost dog, dragging her feet on the ground, finally feeling that visceral fatigue get the better of her.

"I can't leave the study half done."

Rowan dropped the books on the table, turning around just in time to block her before she bumped into him again and slipped the pencil out of her mass of hair, letting it fall around her shoulders.

"You're not leaving the study half done," he told her as he rubbed her arms to keep her warm, "you've spent the last five weeks studying this stuff and I'm sure you know it like the abc. You need a break." he told her.

Aelin looked up at him from under her lashes, a little annoyed that that was true, but completely distracted by the lines his fingers were drawing on her arms. She took a deep breath through her nose, puffing out her chest and thrusting out her breasts, catching the attentive gaze of her almost-boyfriend for a nanosecond.

He smiled wearily at her, "Are you sleeping in my bed tonight?"

Aelin just nodded and took both of his hands, pulling him down onto her. Rowan squinted his eyes and placed his lips on hers in a quick, chaste kiss. She hummed in satisfaction as his hands slid under her bottom and wrapped around her thighs, pulling her up. She tied her legs around his hips and rested her head on his shoulder as Rowan made his way into their tiny flat.

He lowered her onto the bed, pulling the blankets out from under her body and laying down beside her before covering them both. Aelin moved as close to him as she could, pressing her back against his chest and her butt against his crotch, tangling their legs together.

Rowan's arm wrapped around her waist as the other slipped under her head and his hand found hers under the pillow.

The second they were settled, every bit of their bodies touching, Rowan left a soft kiss on her shoulder, pulling her even tighter against him.

She smiled weakly, in a drawling tone, "Thank you."

He hummed against her skin, "That's what I'm here for."

"Don't let me die around finals time?" she asked in a teasing tone.

Rowan chuckled softly, making her back shake, "Exactly."

Aelin tried to turn towards him, wanting to trace the pale freckles that were starting to sprout on his nose now that the days were getting longer and the sun kissed his cheek every afternoon, but his arms blocked her.

"No, it's not fair for you to be the big spoon every night. I'm fucking sick of it, I want to hold you today." he muttered, the chains of sleep already dragging him towards that blissful unconsciousness.

She huffed, stopping struggling against his grip, relaxing and feeling her muscles scream with pleasure after being tense for hours on end while she studied.

She hadn't realised she'd stayed up so long, but she was terrified of failing this last exam. If she failed it she would have to wait months before she could retake it and the idea of it was getting her down more than perhaps it should have.

She started thinking about the various questions the professors might ask her the next day, repeating the answers in her mind, closing her eyes as she thought.

"Baby," Rowan grumbled, "you're talking out loud."

She hadn't realised she was biting the cuticles around her nails until his hand came to rest on her arm, pulling her hand away from her mouth. He took a deep breath, helping her turn to face him.

When she looked up at him from under her lashes, she saw the way he was fighting sleep. And she felt terribly guilty. If she was having trouble sleeping the day before an exam, that didn't mean he had to stay awake for her too.

She was about to speak, tell him to close his eyes again and let her go into the living room so she could finish going over the last few pages and then return to his room, but he put his hand on her cheek and in a soft voice asked, "What's bothering you?"

She bit the inside of her cheek, shaking her head, "Nothing."

He tried to hold back a yawn again, but couldn't this time and Aelin's guilt grew immensely inside her. "If you tell me right now what's wrong, I could help you fix it sooner. And we could get at least three hours of sleep before we have to go to class." he pointed out in an exhausted tone.

She blinked once, twice, searching for the right words.

"It's Fen. If he'd stop playing so late every night-"

Rowan quickly cut her off, closing his eyes, almost as if he could no longer physically stay awake. "Ace, Fenrys never really bothered you. You've always managed to study and ignore it. What is it that's bothering you?"

Aelin let go of a shaky breath, "It's nothing, really. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

He only opened one eye, watching her carefully as she hid her face against his chest and wrapped her thin arms around his torso.

His hand began to slowly massage her back, "If we don't talk about this now I'll be up all night worrying."

She huffed, knowing full well how true those words were. For the love of the other, she began to ramble on about the real reason she hadn't been able to focus on the textbooks.

"I don't want to tell anyone we're together yet," she confessed under her breath.

Rowan opened both eyes then, fixing them on her and giving a small nod with his chin to keep her going.

"It's not that I don't want to tell the others," she said, referring to their closest friends, "but the second they find out, the news will become public knowledge and there are some people I really don't want to let that information get to."

He nodded, understanding perfectly who she was talking about.

"We don't have to tell anyone," he kissed her forehead, continuing to talk in that position, his lips brushing against her skin with every word he spoke, "it'll be our little secret for some time more, until we figure out how to get all the puck bunnies off our backs."

Aelin smiled, lifting her chin and kissing him.

Being the captain of the hockey team, Rowan didn't exactly go unnoticed on campus. Not many people approached him during the day, especially when Lorcan was at his side, knowing full well that they would receive nothing but a rude invitation to leave, but their friend couldn't spend his life attached to Rowan's hip, and the few times the two of them had gone out alone it had happened that a horde of fans had overwhelmed them. After those afternoons, Aelin had found herself the victim of not so nice threats from unknown numbers, as had happened to Lysandra when she had first started dating Aedion.

With Manon's help they had managed to track down the senders and Rowan had been unpleasantly surprised to discover that it was one of the girls he always partied with after the games. A girl he'd always considered a friend.

Rowan had taken all the blame, feeling responsible for those attacks on Aelin and it had taken months to convince him that he had no part in the insanity of others.

They'd started limiting the dates they went on as a pair, even when they were just friends, to prevent similar things from happening again, but Aelin felt trapped.

And she knew it was the same for Rowan.

She wished she could get a place off campus, where she could retreat with him, away from the prying eyes of the world, but it didn't seem right to bring up the topic of 'let's move in together' after not even three months of dating.

Rowan rested a hand on her cheek, moving a strand of hair behind her ear, "It'll be fine. And if anyone finds out and the threats come back, we'll do something about it."

She nodded, not entirely convinced and not at all reassured.

He knew instantly, "Aelin, whatever happens, I don't care what others think. I've waited years to finally have you. I've been on the sidelines all this time, watching you go on date after date with everyone and never with me-"

"You never asked," she mumbled in annoyance.

Rowan continued as if she hadn't spoken, "I would have preferred not to be the talk of the town all the time, but I'm not going to let public opinion take away the one good thing in my life."

She opened her mouth wide, "What about hockey?"

He shrugged, looking at her, "Hockey is just a sport."

"If Lorcan could hear you right now..." she shook her head.

"But Lorcan's not here. And you won't tell him," he made her silently promise.

They exchanged another brief kiss, before they carried on talking about all the worries she had and every word that came out of his lips acted as a sedative for her fears, killing one at a time, until she fell asleep in his arms, lulled by his soft breathing on her neck.

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[sassyhobbits]

for one night standards would you write a scene where aelin cant be found in the castle maybe bc shes doing sth ridiculous with her daughter like a mother daughter photoshoot to surprise rowan with later but when rowan can't find her he gets all panicked and out of his mind bc he still has unresolved trauma from when she was kidnapped and its all angsty until he has both back in his arms but also gives rowan a chance to talk and work through his experience with aelin gone? (because lets face it he probably ignores his feelings about that as much as possible in order to not burden aelin further and because it was just too painful)

loved this idea!!! i also added the prompt “Because I know when I open my eyes this will all turn out to be a dream and I’ll lose you again“ Thank you to everyone who supported ONS!! i had such a fun time writing it and im always happy to come back to it. enjoy!!

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Rowan Whitethorn was generally a patient man.

He knew how to wait his turn, to take his time. He was always one to raise a brow at those who seemed to be in a harried rush to everything. It seemed stressful, to say the least. He was perfectly content to sit back when needed.

Except for now.

He had made a trip back home to Doranelle to surprise Isolde for her graduation from her masters program. Aelin had wanted to come as well, but with the baby and the responsibilities she had back in Orynth, it just hadn’t worked out. Still, she sent her well-wishes to Isolde through a video chat, letting little Eliora babble into the camera and say hello as well.

Their daughter was just over six months now, already growing far too fast for Rowan’s liking. He treasured every moment he got to spend with his two favorite girls.

And although he was always happy to see his family back in Doranelle, it had been the longest he had been away since Eliora had been born. It made him highly impatient to return home.

His jet touched down in Terrasen in the early afternoon. It was summer, though the day was mild. The sky was a vivid blue, fat white clouds floating lethargically on the breeze. Absolutely beautiful.

Due to the time difference, he hadn’t been able to call Aelin before he had got on the plane. He tried to reach her as he slid into the dark sedan that would drive him from the airport to the palace, but all he got was her voicemail.

Maybe she was in the shower, or changing Eliora’s diaper. Maybe their daughter had a finicky night of sleeping and now the pair were trying to catch up on their slumber. It was fine. Or so Rowan told himself. He still hadn’t been able to stop the small clench of nerves at the pit of his stomach.

He scolded those foolish feelings. Of course his wife and daughter were safe. They were just waiting for him to return.

The drive was quick and easy and he was back at the palace before he knew it. His feet carried him towards the room he shared with Aelin, a small smile curling on his lips as he thought about having his wife and daughter in his arms once more. He missed the feeling of Aelin curled against him as they slept.

“Aelin?” he called, pushing into their room and nudging the door shut behind him. “I’m home.”

He was greeted by nothing but silence. No sound of running water in the bathroom to suggest a shower, so soft snores or shifting sheets meaning a nap. He strode into the bedroom, finding that the bed was already neatly made, not a thread out of place.

He dropped his bags by the dresser, noting that Aelin’s phone had been left there, face up. He picked it up, seeing that she still had the notification of a missed call from him and a few miscellaneous emails that hadn’t been checked.

“Aelin?” he said again, moving towards the nursery. He had gotten used to the sight of Aelin sitting in the rocking chair with Eliora, either when the babe was hungry or she just wanted to hold her daughter. Rowan had countless pictures on his phone of the two of them in that position. The sunlight streamed from the window and hit them just right in the mornings, making them look like a painting.

But the nursery was empty and the window was shut.

Those nerves reared their ugly heads once more. He had no reason to assume the worst, the palace was one of the safest places in the kingdom.

But… Aelin had once been snatched away from him on palace grounds. During their own wedding.

Rowan shook himself. No. That was the past. This was now.

Since his wife didn’t have her phone, he knew it would be fruitless to try and contact her that way. But, Rowan knew Aelin better than he knew himself.

He began a sweep of the palace, checking out her favorite haunts. The library was a bust, so was the gym. He had checked the kitchens to see if she had swooped in for a snack or something sweet, but she wasn’t there either. Rowan luckily ran into Aedion, asking the prince if he knew where Aelin was. But her cousin hadn’t seen her at all that morning.

With each failed attempt at finding them, Rowan’s fears steadily crept up. It wouldn’t be much longer before they had wrapped themselves around his throat and pulled him deep into their depths.

He took a long breath to center himself before striding out into the gardens. His heart started beating faster, not seeing any sign of her at first. Rowan’s fingers curled into tight fists as he stepped over fresh, green grass. Gods, where were they? If something had happened to them…

But before Rowan’s fears could conquer him, he heard a soft voice on the summer breeze. A familiar voice at that. Relief washed through him, heavenly and soothing, as he followed that melodic sound.

It was Aelin. It didn’t take him long to realize that she was reading one of Eliora’s favorite books to her. It was a silly tale, and it was made even more vivid when Aelin told it. She was an excellent story-teller. They didn’t know how much Eliora really understood, whether she just liked the brightly colored pictures or the faces her mother would make when she told it. Regardless, it always made the little princess smile.

Rowan rounded a hedge, a warmth spreading through his chest at the sight before him.

Aelin had spread out a large quilt under the shade of a willow. Some of Eliora’s toys were scattered about, but currently, the toddler sat in her mother’s lap, wide-eyes glued on the book before her.

Rowan couldn’t help but think Aelin looked stunning today. Her golden hair was left loose, swaying on the breeze, the summer sun bringing a healthy flush to her cheeks. She wore a silky, pale blue wrap-dress, bare feet tucked beneath her as she read. Eliora looked mighty charming too in a bright pink dress with a matching bow.

Rowan strolled towards them, Aelin’s eyes jumping towards him as she noticed his presence. A huge smile broke out on her stunning face.

“You’re home!” she greeted, putting the book she had been reading aloud down. Eliora, no longer entertained by her mother’s storytelling, crawled over the quilt to grab one of her brightly colored toys. “I thought you were going to call me when you landed?”

“I did, Fireheart,” Rowan said. He lowered herself behind Aelin on the blanket, his wife situated between his legs, before wrapping his arms tightly around her and tugging her back into his chest securely. “You left your phone in our room.”

Rowan placed a lingering kiss on Aelin's shoulder, breathing in her scent deeply. She was safe, in his arms, Eliora happy as can be, sticking her toys in her mouth. Everything was fine.

Aelin turned in his arms slightly, brows knitted slightly. Rowan knew she could see right through him.

“What is it, Ro?”

“It’s nothing, love.”

Aelin narrowed her eyes at him, as if to say, Don’t you lie to me, Buzzard.

Rowan heaved a sigh, reaching out and brushing some of Aelin’s silky hair behind her ear. “It’s just… you didn’t answer me when I called, and I couldn’t find you and Eliora when I got back. I just couldn’t help but think…” His hand drifted until it rested on Aelin’s abdomen, right over the scar she bore from fighting her way to freedom. He saw understanding on his wife’s face.

“We’re here, Rowan. We’re safe.” She placed a gentle hand on Rowan’s cheek, bringing his gaze towards her.

“I know,” Rowan whispered, jaw clenched. “But sometimes, I just worry that when I open my eyes, this will all turn out to be a dream. And I’ll lose you all over again.”

Aelin took his hand, giving it a firm squeeze. “This is real, Rowan. We both fought for this life, for each other. And nothing, nothing, is going to take it away. Ever.”

Rowan saw the determination blazing in Aelin’s eyes. She was right, of course. This was their life now, they had built their happiness bit by bit, even when so much seemed to want to go wrong. But Aelin and Eliora… they were everything to him. He didn’t know if he would ever be able to banish his fears entirely, but he would treasure every moment he spent with them.

Rowan leaned in, kissing Aelin softly before murmuring against her lips, “I missed you.”

She smiled, kissing him again. “I missed you too, Ro.”

They indulged in a few more slow, sweet kisses before loud babbling sounded, tiny hands twisting into Rowan’s trouser. He looked down, finding Eliora’s wide eyes looking up at him, flashing a gummy smile.

Aelin laughed. “It looks like someone else missed you, too.”

Rowan grinned, reaching out and picking up his daughter. He held her up high, making her release the sweetest little laughs, little legs kicking in delight. He kissed Eliora all over her little face before tucking her in one arm, throwing the other around Aelin. Immense love and devotion flowed through him, holding his two girls close.

No wonder why he had been so impatient to get home.

#rowaelin #my writing #one night standards #its cute :) #love this au #what if i just changed the names and some details and turned it into a book

[rhdcarts]

Can I maybe get some nice distracting things to help me forget what day it is because I'm trying to distract myself and it's not working and I'm doing Bad™

#rowan shut the fuck up #I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry #if you sent me a message about today I'm not trying to be mean by ignoring you #but i can't handle talking about it #this years method of coping is ignoring it at all Costs

[kmelanin]

Permanent Ink \ 2 // kth

a/n: Im now on spring break!!! Well it technically starts on march 4th and ends the 10th, but anywayssss that means more updates. This is a little shorter than the first part, but id call this a filler! I hope you enjoy!

I RECOMMEND LISTENING TO THE SONGS I SAY IN THE STORY FOR FULL EFFECT!

Main Masterlist~

( Permanent Ink ) masterlist~

WARNING- um sensual dancing

word count: 3k+

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Taehyung unlocks his front door and enters his apartment. It was the smallest thing he has ever lived in. But he didn't mind it at all, in fact, he loved it. It was easy to clean, and it was only him, so he didn't feel as alone. He went into the bathroom, wanting to take a shower and go to bed.

As he was towel drying his hair, he quickly pulled on some underwear and some sweats. He went to his fridge for some water and he sits down on his bed so he could roll up a joint before he went to bed.

As he finished licking the paper, there was a quick knock at the door. Taehyung sighed and set his rolling tray down next to him and get up. He looks down at himself noticing that he was shirtless. But at this point he could care less. He wents to the door and opens it up. When he sees who it was, his face dropped even more than it already was.

“Sinsi? Why are you here?” He asks, his voice was laced with irritation. She rolls her eyes at his attitude and pushes her way inside.

“You could at least try to sound excited to see me.” She says setting her purse down on the bed.

“How can I, when you literally annoy the hell out of me.” He says shutting his door and finds his spot on the bed again.

“Shut up.” She frowns and sits down next to him.

“Like I said, why are you here?” He grabs his lighter and sparks the joint up.

“Why do I always come here?” She says in a duh tone and looks around his home. “I mean come on, I wouldn't come to this shoe box for anything.” She stands up and starts to take her jacket off. Taehyung just laughs at her sass, more like scoff and smile at the same time.

“I like you better when I've fucked you speechless.” He mutters and hits the joint. “Speaking of fucking you, how’s the fiance?” He asks sarcastically. He always mentions him when she comes around. After all she left Taehyung for him. BoGum.

After her family found out that she was dating a ‘poor artist that lives on the street’, they made her choose. Taehyung or to continue to be supported. Which meant to continue to spend her parents money. She come to Taehyung one day, he thought she chose him. But instead she was there to say that, even though she loved him, she can't give it up.

But that was two years ago. It was a year ago when she was forced to marry Bogum. She came running to Taehyung, not wanting to marry him. Next thing they knew, it was morning and they were both naked. The next day she found out that if she and Bogum got married then she will be the co-owner of a high end fashion line. She then knew she couldn't leave Bogum. In fact she fell in love with him, but she was still stuck on Taehyung's dick.

“He thinks I'm at the shop right now. I have a hour.” She says. Taehyung nods taking another hit and then putting the joint out.

“Alright, lets go.” He says standing up. She comes right up to him trying to connect their lips. But he tenses up and doges it.

“You know I only kiss the girl I love.” He whispers, a frown settling on his face.

“I miss your kisses Tae.” Sinsi pouts and tries again, but Taehyung just shoves her down making her laugh as he crawls on top.

Your launch was a success. You've never thought about what the outcome would really be like other than a total fail. You didn't think that two hours into the clothing drop everything would be sold out. Only so much was made, but you of course had more coming. It was only available online, but you soon hoped to have your own stores.

Rowan was currently working on planning a party for you. It was going to be tonight, and instead of thinking about what you will be wearing, you were focused on inviting Taehyung. You go to his instagram page and click on the number options. You knew that it was to make a appointment, but you were lowkey desperate. You couldn't get him out of your mind, and it was your mission to at least kiss him.

“Vante’s Tat Shop, How many I help you today?” A deep voice enters your ear. Your heart started beating really fast when you recognize who it was.

“Taehyung?” You ask, really hoping it was him.

“Um yea, do we have a appointment?” He says confused.

“Uh no actually. This is YN.” You say, “ I was wondering if you wanted to come to my party tonight. I just recently dropped a clothing line, and it did really good, so we are throwing a celebration.” You say quickly. You cross your fingers hoping he would say yes.

“Where is it?” He asks after a slight pause.

“The club two doors down from your shop. I rented it out for the night. I just posted something about it, so it should be like a normal night at the club.” You say over explaining, you were so nervous. You had mixed feelings about this whole situation. You hated the nervous feeling he gave you. You wanted to never talk to him again but yet marry the man.

“Are there free drinks?” He asks after you were done. Actually it wasn't, it was still the bars price.

“For you, sure.” You say. You quickly put the phone on speaker and text Rowan to put him on the list of VIP, which include free drinks. You then take him off and continue speaking.

“I just put you on the VIP list. Come if you want. I'm sure there will be weed as well.” You say. Your heart was beating in your ears. But you felt relief when he spoke.

“I guess it will be a surprise.” He says then he hangs up. To say you were worried was a understatement. But you take a deep breath and focus on getting ready, because you didn't want to focus on him the whole night, just for him not to show up.

You look at the time and see that you have three hours until you had to arrive. You then wondered if he knew what time it started. But then again his shop was only a few doors down, i'm sure he will know.

You quickly got into the shower and you washed your body and brushed your teeth. You got out and put your lotion on. You put on a all black bra and underwear set. Then you braid in some weave to your hair, creating two long braids. You then did your makeup, and put on your outfit.

After you finished getting ready. You take some picture in your full body mirror and you make sure they were cute before posting it to instagram. After you did, you got a text from your driver that he was out front. You quickly put some sneakers on since you were going to a club and you grab your phone and wallet and then you left.

You met up with Rowan at the back entrance. You were immediately taken to the VIP section, it looked over the whole club, giving your perfect view of the DJ, and whoever was performing.

You walked over to the balcony, watching as everyone was dancing to the music, drunk out of their mind. The DJ, did his thing, and started talking.

“And, the amazing YN YLN. Let's give her a loud cheer, congratulating her on her success!” The DJ yells and points up to you causing the crowd to erupt in cheerings, and going even crazier when they seen you. You couldn't really see everyone, but you could tell some of them have some of your clothes on. You wave back down with a huge smile on your face.

You go back into the VIP area and people one by one came up to you, congratulating you and wanting to take pictures. Most likely to post later.

“YN.” Rowan runs over to you. You quickly hug her since this was the first time seeing her tonight.

“Hey, this party is awesome, I'm happy you could get it together in such a short time.” You say looking around. She smiles.

“Yes, I know right. When i mentioned your name to the club owner, they were excited because the knew you would bring customers. There's a huge line outside still.” She says pointing towards the normal club area.

“Are you serious? It's literally packed though.” You say shocked. She laughs.

“Exactly! But anyways, they need you out there.” She says grabbing you hand and pulling you along.

You were so confused until the security guard opened the door and you seen Taehyung standing there with a irritated look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” You look between the security guard that was letting people in and Taehyung.

“I understand that Mr. Kim is on the VIP list, but his other two friends are not.” The guard says. You look back and see Soobin from the shop and other girl behind Taehyung.

“Hi YN! I'm Sinsi, i'm Taes friend.” Her hand slipping into Taehyung's didn't go unnoticed. “I'm a really big fan of yours. When Tae said he was invited to your party, I just had to come.” Her voice was filled with excitement, but you couldn't help but to cringe.

“You just had to, huh?” You ask raising a eyebrow. She looked confused. But Taehyung quickly pulled you to the side.

“Hey, she's just wanting to have a good time. I didn't think it would be a problem.” He shrugs.

“What do you mean not a problem? Do you not see the line outside of the door? The club is packed Taehyung. The VIP are my close friends and the people I work with. A place where we can enjoy ourselves, and walk around without worrying about bumping into someone we don't know. I don't know this girl. That's the problem.” You say crossing your arms.

“You barely know me.” He explains. He was getting more and more annoyed, he should’ve known not to bring Sinsi, but then again he doesn't understand the problem of one person.

“That's different, and you know that. I literally trusted you to put a tattoo of your choice on my body.” You sighed. You weren’t going to get anywhere with him acting like this. “I can get her into the actual club and she can get free drinks.” You turn to walk away, not wanting to ruin any actual chance you had with him with your loud mouth. But he grabs your arm again and pulls you back. He itched his neck and sighed once again.

“Fine, Ill tell her she can't come.” He says and walks away back to his friends. You roll your eyes and watch as Sinsi pulls Taehyung away with Soobin behind.

“Hey Soobin!” Rowan yells out. He stops and looks back. She waves him over and he smiles slightly telling Taehyung something and running up to us.

“Yes?” “Tonight, you are mine!” She giggles and she pulls him inside.

You eventually had few drinks, not really drunk, but buzzed enough to want to dance. It seemed like everyone around you had someone else. Rowan had Soobin, they were now dancing together. Your other friends had their boyfriends or just found someone period.

But you, you sat in a booth, with a glass of brown liquid. You couldn't stop thinking about Taehyung. You wished he was ugly so you wouldn't think of him. But since Sinsi couldn't come in, he wouldn't either. You weren't used to not getting someone you wanted, so now you really wanted him. He clearly knew you wanted him, and he hasn’t completely rejected you, which gave you a little hope.

“Come on, why are you sitting here upset. Let’s dance.” A voice says, your head shoots up to see a good friend.

“Where’s your boyfriend Jinnie.” You smile at him. Kim Seokjin and his boyfriend Kim Namjoon where wonderful makeup artists. They both have worked with you a couple of times.

“He’s at the bar getting us drinks. He told me to come over to get you up and dancing until someone wants to take over. You look distracted, when you shouldn’t be. Come on!” He grabs your hand and pulls you over to where the crowd of dancing bodies were. Right now, the song that was playing was quite a hype one. You both went over and started dancing. You were laughing at how Jin was dancing, it didn't match the beat at all.  You could feel the alcohol race through your body making it easier to let loose with him.

You heard another song slowly turn on as the one before slowly turned off. Jin laughs it off and he leans into you.

“Stay calm, everything will be okay.” He whispers into your ear then he backs away. You were confused to what he was talking about, until hands came up and around your waist. Your heart started to beat so fast and your hands came up to the strangers. You tried to turn around to see who it was, but his hands turned you back around. You looked down at his hands and you noticed how big and beautiful they were. You know everyone who is in the VIP area, so it wouldn't be a complete stranger, so why not just dance along.

You noticed that the song was Thirsty by Taemin. So you smirked knowing that you were going to torture whoever was behind you. Your hips started moving, you leaned your body into theirs more. They moved their hips more into yours, letting the friction increase. His right hand started getting higher and higher on your body, not bothering to just trail, but to feel every inch until he was reached your neck. You raised your right hand up and wrapped it around his neck. He wrapped his hand around your neck as his other hand pushed your lower abdomen into him as his hip came up and moved against your. He had you caged in, moving your body along with his. His hand around your neck squeezed as he got closer and closer to the side of your head. His hand helped move your head to the side, letting his lips graze your neck. You felt goosebumps raise on the back of your neck.

His left hand wrapped around your whole waist, pulling you closer. As he did, your pushed your ass harder on his, making him tense up a little. He surprises you by biting down on you neck, closer to the meeting of your collar bone. You continue swaying your hips, and pushing your butt into him. His hand tightens even more around your neck, but not actually choking you. You couldn't help but let out a slight moan, near his ear.

Suddenly his hands move and he spins you around, you look up to see who it was. Your breath caught in your throat when you see Taehyung looking down at you. His eyes were low and darker, the horrible lighting in the club not helping much.

He pulls you back into his grasp, the song going hard as it reaches the peak. Your hands wrap around his neck. You bite your lip not sure of what to say or what to think. His eye twitches a little and he looks at if he wanted to say something. But instead he leans in, tucking his head into your neck, making you sway against him. His warmth was all around you, making your body hot. His hands grabbed and kneaded at you, you hoped it meant he never wanted to let go.

You looked down a little and noticed how easily and open his neck was. You didn't know if it was the alcohol running in your body or the heat that is making you extra hot and bothered. Maybe you should’ve thought about it beforehand, but you didn't, you couldn't let this opportunity go.

Your lips latched onto his skin, the spot right between his collarbone and neck. Right where he bite you at. You sucked and nibbled at his skin, only slightly. You felt his hands tighten on your body and you could’ve sworn that you heard a little groan. But before you could confirm it, he yanked himself away.

“Congrats on your line.” He mutters and walks away, leaving you with swollen lips and confused.

Taehyung walked away from you, wanting to go to the bathroom. As soon as he was approaching the door he was pulled back and pushed against the wall.

“Yah!” Jin stood across from Taehyung with his arms crossed and a deep frown settling in his face. Taehyung rolled his eyes, already knowing what was happening.

The other day, after you left, he remembered that Seokjin, his older step brother has worked with you before. He texted him mentioning how you were interested in him. Of course he knew.

He was so used to girls throwing themselves at him, so even though you were quite subtle than most girls, he could still tell.

When you called him, inviting him to your party, Jin was standing right in front of him. Jin of course knew about it from Rowan, so when he found out that you invited Taehyung yourself, he knew that he was going to make Taehyung go. Jin wanted him to tell you congrats himself, to make you happy. He didn't expect you both to be so close.

“What? I said congratulations.” Taehyung sighs and leans against the wall.

“And when was that, when your hand was around her neck, or when you were giving each other hickies?” Jin was surprised that Taehyung even got that close to you, he's only ever had one girlfriend, to whom he was close to. But Jin stopped counted his bodies after it hit ten.

Seokjin was there for Taehyung when Sinsi family found out about how poor they both grew up. He was there when they forced them to break up, he was there when she chose money over him. He was there through everything. So when he was so close to you, someone who wasn't afraid to drop 100k a day, he was nervous. He doesn't want Taehyung to get hurt again. But then again, Jin knew you. He knew you wanted nothing but relationships and that you weren't really into hooking up unless you knew it was going to lead somewhere. He wasn't really sure how Taehyung's closed off personality will clash with your careless and free one. He isn't afraid to admit that he was afraid.

The crazy thing is that Taehyung was afraid. The whole time he was close to you, dancing with you, his heart was beating like crazy. When he hands first came around your waist and he molded himself into you, when he turned you around, when your lips touched his skin...his heart went faster, and faster. But it was when your lips touched and his skin turned into flames was when he was ticked off.

The last time lips made his skin feel the slightest bit hot was with Sinsi. So when he felt like he was standing next to a active hot volcano, just when your lips touched, it triggered him. It closed everything down. He wanted to get away. He didn't get far though, clearly.

“After.” Taehyung says, his smirk that was sitting on his face didn't help Jin much. In fact it worried him.

“Don't mess with her. You treat the girls you hook up with like trash.” Jin says seriously. Taehyung just rolled his eyes. When Seokjin spoke ‘seriously’ to him it always annoyed him. Because that's when he knows he can’t cross him, and that's just Taehyung being his respectful self, to his family.

“Why would I hook up with her, she's not my type.” Taehyung was already bored with this conversation. Only because he knew he messed up by saying that.

“OooOooOohHhhHhh.” Jins faces changed from serious to surprised and in disbelief. He was bent over laughing his ass off as Taehyung stood there, his cheeks burning a little. He put his head down as a couple of people passed by to go to the bathroom, Jin had no problem with laughing still as they passed for a more dramatic effect.

“I remember when we traveled to Europe-” Jin started to say as he calmed down, but Taehyung instantly cut him off by raising his hands up, making Jin start to laugh again. “You seen this women there. It was like you fell in love!” Jin continued.

“Shushh!” Taehyung was trying to cover his mouth up, but Jin was too fast.

“She turned you down and you tried to find her everyday until it was time to leave. You told me she was you dream girl!” Jin couldn't stop. He loved fucking with him.

“Yea?! What's your point?” Taehyung gives up and backs off.

“The point is, that women has the exact same skin tone as YN, the same body type as her. You are attracted to her, don't lie.”

“Okay? Sure i'm attracted to her, but she's a spoiled daddy's girl, and I can't deal with that.” Taehyung was getting irritated again. Now that he actually admitted it, it was weird. He felt weird, and he hated that you already made him feel like this.

“Sure her dad spoils her, but I know her dad. I had to go through him most of the time I've worked with her. He's only that way until someone comes by and takes over.” Seokjin was now leaning against the wall across from Tae.

“I still don't see what you are getting at, I can't spoil her.” Taehyung scoffs.

“Money wise maybe not. But you can spoil her in many other ways. She's not the person to show off her money, she just lives her life. I believe that her personality would be the exact same if she didn't have all of her money, her taste would just be cheaper.”

“So what are you trying to say? You want me to marry her or something?” Taehyung says standing up straight and sticking his hands in his pocket.

“No, I'm just saying that Yn isn't a bad girl. I can tell she likes you, so don't be so rough on her. Try to give her a chance? It will never hurt. You need a girl to make you soft again, I hate this hard ass Tae.” Jin jokes around chuckling making Taehyung roll his eyes once again.

“Whatever.”

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[leiawritesstories]

Could you maybe write something for Rowaelin where Aelin tries to get a vacuum cleaner to work, but can't - then she ends up crying over the ancient broken vacuum and accidentally ends up telling Rowan she's pregnant even though she had an entirely different plan on how to tell him that? I just want something funny and fluffy to make my day better ❤

anon I need to make my day better too ❤️ thanks for the prompt! hope it makes you laugh ;)) 

word count: 968

warnings: some language 

enjoy!!

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For the first time in gods only knew how long, Aelin had an urge to clean. And not just to pick stuff up off the floors--no, she woke up with an insatiable drive to wash the dirty dishes, sweep the floors, vacuum, pick up and put away all the messes on the floors, run a load of laundry, and even wipe down the bathroom counters and mirror. 

Which was completely out of character. 

She half-wondered if Rowan had somehow switched brains with her, some Freaky Friday kind of shit, because it was always her loving fiancé who had the drive to clean the whole damn apartment, never her. Yet here she was, at eleven o’clock on a Saturday morning, a load of laundry running in the washing machine and the living room, bathroom, and bedroom nearly spotless, save for the floors that desperately needed to be vacuumed. She saved that for last, wanting to get the dishes taken care of before her random burst of cleaning energy left her as suddenly as it had appeared. 

Honestly though, she had a rather good idea why she’d suddenly needed to clean. 

Damn hormones. 

With the dishwasher running and the sink completely empty for the first time in multiple weeks, Aelin sighed heavily, braced her hands on her hips, and headed for the closet where the vacuum was stored. She took a quick detour to the sparkling clean bathroom, internally grumbling at her little bean for already making her change her plans, and then grabbed the vacuum from the closet, tugged it into the living room, and plugged the old thing in. And gods, the vacuum was ancient. It had been Rowan’s aunt’s vacuum, which she lovingly gifted the couple when they moved in together. 

Rowan always complained that she’d foisted it upon them so she could buy herself a Roomba. 

Aelin was often inclined to agree. 

Today, the vacuum sputtered and wheezed and eventually turned on, allowing her to vacuum a decently sized section of carpet. 

And then it groaned, clanged, and shut down. 

“Fuck you,” Aelin groaned, kicking it. 

No response. 

Grumbling a string of increasingly creative curses, she unplugged the vacuum, shook the power cord, and plugged it into another socket, then flipped the switch on the vacuum handle. 

Still nothing. 

“Chingate,” she growled, kicking the damn thing even harder. 

As if to spite her, the vacuum sputtered, coughed, and died completely. 

She yanked the cord out of the socket with more force than necessary, muttering oaths as she did, and yanked on the dust bag so hard the damn thing ripped open, sending a cloud of dust and dirt into the just-cleaned living room. 

And onto her. 

And her godsdamned hormones decided that was the perfect time to rip away her desire to clean and replace it with tears. 

She buried her face in her hands. coughing the dust away, and tried in vain to wipe the tears off her face, which only resulted in smearing the salty drops around on her skin and making her cry harder. 

And that was how Rowan found her when he got home half an hour later from the store, five or six grocery bags in his arms. 

“Fireheart!” he exclaimed, setting the bags down on the countertop and rushing to crouch by her side, his hands warm against her back. “What’s wrong?” 

She just tucked herself into his chest and cried some more, pointing at the vacuum. 

“Um...I’m not following, love,” he murmured, brushing his fingers through her hair in long, soothing strokes. 

“Fuckin’ piece of shit died on me,” she mumbled, voice muffled by his chest. “I was just trying to vacuum and it gave out.” 

“You were vacuuming?” She didn’t have to see his face to know his eyebrows had shot nearly into his hairline. 

“Dumbass,” she muttered, a hint of a smile in her voice. And then she sniffled. “Yes, buzzard, I woke up wanting to clean and I don’t have any goddamn idea why--well, maybe I do, but I thought nesting was supposed to be a third trimester thing, not a nine weeks thing, but hell, maybe it’s because I only just found out I’m pregnant and every single emotion is hitting at once.” She sniffled again. “But gods, Ro, why the hell haven’t we replaced that piece of shit vacuum?” 

Rowan’s eyes went wide as saucers, his jaw hanging open. “Aelin,” he gasped, pulling back to stare at her, keeping her in his arms. “Are you serious?!” 

“Of course I’m serious!” she wailed. “You try turning on the fucking vacuum and see! It’s dead!” 

“Not the vacuum.” One hand cupped around her face. “You’re pregnant?!” 

Aelin blinked. Blinked again. “Oh my gods,” she groaned. “I had a whole cute baby reveal planned, leave it to my fucking hormones to ruin it.” A grin formed on her face, spreading into a broad, elated smile. “Surprise?” 

Rowan swallowed harshly, tears pooling in his eyes. And this was a man who never cried. “You’re pregnant,” he breathed, like he was trying to convince himself it was real. 

She nodded. “You’re gonna be a dad, buzzard.” 

“Oh gods,” he whispered, a few stray tears escaping and rolling slowly down his cheeks. “We’re going to be parents.” 

“Yeah.” Aelin reached for his hand, drawing it off her face and placing it against her still-flat stomach, right atop the little life that had yet to make their presence known. “We are.” 

Rowan wasn’t even trying to control his emotions as he flattened his hand against her warm skin, pulling her back against him so he could cradle both her and the baby. “I love you so much, Fireheart.” 

“We love you more, Ro.” 

We. 

Two of them. 

Damn him for being an old sap, but his heart was about to explode. 

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[wafflejizz]

Throne of Glass Characters as Famous Vines

Aelin: "what is going on?" "I am shooketh. We can't come here. We're too famous- I can't go here anymore." "No its literally because you gave her your fucking name" "no, i don't- i don't feel safe anymore. I have to protect myself somehow"

Rowan: I'm over this dumbass school, with all these fake ass people" "hey" "hey... fucking bitch"

Lysandra: "he doesn't deserve you. If he doesn't treat you right by now, you're gone" "i'm gone" "now go chop his dick off"

Chaol: "do you ever, like, wake up, or uh, like, do something and you're just like, what the he- fuck is going on"

Dorian: "hey how much you pay for that taco" "aye you know how it is, boy's got his free tacos-" *immediately falls and crushes the taco*

Manon: "hey everybody. So today my brother pushed me so I'm starting a kickstarter to put him down. The benefits of killing him would be, I would get pushed way less"

Yrene: "I love how people keep telling me I'm 2, 9 years old- I'm 11 so shut the fuck up:

Aedion: *to Rowan* "WHAT ARE THOOOOSSEEE" "they are my crocs"

Lorcan: "you fRIckin' frIcks. When will you learn??? When will you learn, that youR ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES."

Elide: "I said whoever threw that paper, ya mom's a hoe"

#tog #incorrect tog quotes #throne of glass #incorrect quotes #Tog as vines #throne of glass as vines #manon #lysandra #dorian #chaol #rowan #lorcan #elide #yrene #aelin #aedion

[tamiddyinyourcity]

7:07pm.

Nigga.

Wednesday, April 22nd of 2020.

Jesus hell.

Alright, lists:

Had a dream where I fought my mother, and several instances of showing up to my ex boyfriend's house despite him not wanting to see me whatsoever.... I won't describe the full length of the dream, since its goddamned creepy, but my guess is that it would symbolized the internalized stress of pushing away Rowan and Patrick, since in both instances I got really pissed at them, buuut then got hurt at the ironic feeling of them shutting me out for my actions. And how I thought showing up or pressuring them into things they weren't comfortable with, (and no, not anything bad, i mean COMMUNICATION and emotional release for fucks sake,) theyd eventually give in. But in the dream, i simply grew exhausted of it.... (It was symbolized through the visual of some creepy coercion shit I do not wish to repeat, making out, and how despite his house not having a fuckton of stairs, it was always a long uphill stair walk and tons of clutter blocking me from easily getting up to where he was at.... Damn, my dream symbolism is strong, yall.)

My guesss is the crowded junk stair scene correlates to how in real life, I keep needing to piss like a racehorse since I drink two liters of water in a day if not eating enough, and usually have to walk over my tons and tons of bullshit just to actually reach the door, go past even more bullshit, then race to the bathroom without spilling my lady lemonade fucking everywhere. (I succeed, but you can imagine the pain of a full bladder, mixed with a messy obstacle course of papers and sharp objects on my bedroom floor, half asleep.)

And the scenes where I fight my mom, are probably symbolic of how I wanna fight my mom. Who would've guessed, really?

Anyway, a depressing dream. Especially since it did sometimes shift between me resolving things with Rowan, and me resolving things with Patrick. Sucks, waking up and realizing that yes, your phone is still dry, your room is still cluttered, and you still are stuck with your body pillow and G spot vibrator for now.

Not bad, but just...

.....

I probably also had that dream involving Rowan, since I did basically do that. He tried to claim he had nothing else to say to me, but hey, some more convincing or just blatantly sending him hella voice messages later.... the words came out.

.....

I think I'm too lightheaded to type today. My sleep schedule is fucked, and I'm usually exhausted off the bat, due to fear for the future, and whatnot.

Hmmm....

I almost would have gotten 600 bucks this weekend from Eli. But I wasn't into it, really.

I liked him before quarantine, since he was sweet, and it's hard not to admire a person that is openly like "Please take my money and spend it, please, food, clothes, art supplies, whatever". I kinda like the "i work a bunch and have no other hobbies but YouTube to focus on, so here pretty girl, i will do whatever you want and pay for it."

I think those are my favorite type of boyfriends, honestly. They have money for themselves, contribute to society, AND don't mind bullshitting with me or going out? Yessssss. We love those.

If he were attractive and mentally sound, I probably wouldn't hesitate to date him. But it's just.... I can't. It's just not proper, dating a guy who is not 100% present and leeching off him like that. Even if I ever did marry some 80 year old or some shit, like, he'd still have to be a teeny bit conscious yknow?

Plus, there's not much appeal to a man with an underbite, overgrown facial hair, a scarred tongue, eye sockets with burn sores on them since he insists on scalding hot showers when he cant even close his eyes.... (WHY DOESNT HE JUST GET A CARETAKER?????? HE WOULD BE IN SO MUCH BETTER CONDITION WITH SOMEONE THAT COULD ASSIST WITH HIS SHOWERS AND MORE- Ugh, whatever he likes me and just needs me to get him out bed or put his hand on a ramp every so often. A good gig for quarantine, and I'm grateful for his help every day.)

But he did that thing where he was asking me to stay overnight again, and I knew that was gonna segway into him going "Well you can sleep in bed with me and we can cuddle, you know?" Oh Eli, you poor almost 40 year old man, of course we wont.

He's made it clear he has a crush on me, and he makes too much money. I don't know how much he makes, but well, a 4k+ apartment, paying his roommate 1k+ a month to live there, (she usually helps him get up,) and constantly eating junk food from doordash or ubers to and fro from his job.... it all adds up. Tech jobs, you know.

But, well, when you make it clear that you want to hang out with a girl for 300 bucks, and will give her 800 just to fix her laptop even though it's just a platonic friendship, and then eventually just opt for 400 on the weekend to have her get you to sit up in bed or whatever....

It's tricky to convince her to stay the night and share a bed for an extra 200. I know, I know, "that could help you so much", but look, i dont really like the idea of sacrificing whatever respect or love i have for myself, to go, "Yeah, cuddle with this barely clean man, who you dont enjoy speaking to, and will feel sick around too long." (Mainly its the ratty moustache and beard, teeth, scalded and red wet eye sockets, his smell, and the fact that I saw the entirety of his hairy and giant junk food filled behind the last time i went over....)

Some things just aren't doable, man.

I declined. He will be okay Friday night, he described how he has definitely taken care of himself at night by himself. I think he just wanted to seize an opportunity, though....

I do hope that he is okay, though.

.....

I still cringe, remembering that one time when we were "dating", that I gave him a peck on the lips, and his teeth and tongue literally licked me back.

I was disgusted. Eugh.

I'll do a better job of saving whatever money he gives me. I splurged a fuckton on jewelry, lotion, and certain beauty or food products for myself. (And a pair of flats, since my athletic ones errrr.... do not make me feel as cute as I'd hope in a dress or dainty outfits.)

But, saving more is the goal. I never know what can happen. I'll budget to only spend next week on groceries, (steak/rice/cheese/packaged fruit products,) and then saving for myself. No need to lose all of my cash during a pandemic, since i bought 90 dollars worth of body butters, instead of on emergency supplies or whatever.

....

That's the lame thing about quaratine, really. Will the body butters and leather flats I bought end up being the pointless item gone to waste when the world ends, or will it be the crossbow and mason jars I got that will end up being the laughable items with a story behind it when we leave the pandemic?

Who knows.

Anyway, I'm gonna order Chipotle and shower or something. I'm always waking up in a bad mood due to the isolation and the nonstop cleaning, and I do miss Rowan for the nice distracting company he held for me.

But, I'll still probably be alright.

The world is my oyster, or however the phrase goes.

7:46pm. Infiltrate the rich, marry the wealthiest, distribute the wealth, and thrive. Or just start a revolution already.

God bless and amen.

Peace out.

#is eli a comrade or what #i wonder

[leiawritesstories]

7,8,9 for writing asks if you haven’t answered please and thank you

oooooooh heheheh these are such good questions! thank for the ask!! 💕😊

7. How many ideas for fics do you have right now?

Welllllllllllll...........two that are actively in progress, one more that's sporadically being written, and about fifteen random ideas that exist only in my head 😂

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

i'm so sorry for not shutting up about this fic Until Proven Guilty! it's an AU where Aelin is a CEO by day and crime boss by night and Rowan is a special forces military officer who's joined the police investigation that's trying to prove Aelin is behind a whole bunch of huge crimes. there's going to be so so SO much scheming, tension, probably a lot of angst and smut bc i can't control frederick haha, and...I can't spoil anything, but i hope that nobody's going to be able to see what's coming 😈😈

the other project i'm quietly working on is a lil fic inspired by "Stick Season" by Noah Kahan

9. Do you write every day? If you wrote today, share a sentence of what you’ve written!

lately i've been trying to write every day, yes, bc it helps relieve the stress from working in a restaurant. here's a little tiny bit of something recent:

It had been three years since he'd last laid eyes upon Aelin Galathynius. Seeing her again in the bookshop she loved so dearly simultaneously tore his tender heart wide open and bandaged it back up.

#ask #ask game #my endless list of wips #until proven guilty

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Honey - part one

Elide Lochan x Lorcan Salvaterre roommates au

A/N: today I found a list of prompts that I just l o v e d and I decided to write an Elorcan short story cause I really really love them and I just don’t write them enough, so please enjoy this fluff turned mild angst and then again fluff I guess.

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Word count: 3,073

Elide would have loved to sleep. To be able to put on the soft plaid pyjamas that Lysandra had given her for her birthday only a few days before and slip under the warm covers - the General Psychology paper sitting in front of her as that black dash at the end of the sentence flashed was her only enemy at that moment.

She huffed, closing her eyes for a moment, enjoying the soft music coming out of the computer. She didn't know the song, because the playlist she was listening to had been sent to her by Lorcan and she hadn't had time to scroll through the song titles to memorize the ones she liked best. She couldn't even hear the words, just the soothing melody, but she could guess that it was a love song.

After all, every playlist Lorcan made for her to study with consisted mainly of sappy, romantic songs. Quite the opposite from what Lorcan himself represented, with his trademark grumpy, pissed-off attitude.

She giggled wearily, sliding even lower into the pillows as she thought about what their friends would say if they found out that her roommate looked for chill, love songs in his spare time just to help her out.

Elide never had too much time on her hands, always busy between university and the two jobs she worked to support herself, and when she could actually relax she never thought about finding new music, it was far too much work and tiring. But Lorcan wasn't studying and the shifts at the toy shop or the animal shelter were very often lonely and quiet, so he had time to listen to music for hours on end without anyone interrupting him. Only later, when he would have free time and nothing to do but play video games with Aelin and Rowan, would he get on the computer and create yet another playlist with the songs he thought she would like the most.

She was about to fall asleep when she heard Lorcan's scream and several alarms going off all over the neighborhood.

"No, fuck!"

She snapped her eyes open as she sat up and was surprised to find the room shrouded in darkness, the only source of light coming from her computer. She frowned, reaching for the switch and trying to turn the light on and off. Nothing.

She closed her eyes again, banging her head against the headboard.

This was the third blackout in a week. She couldn't take any more. And she could only hope that the alarms would all be turned off within the hour, because the last time, the building next door had taken over three hours to turn off the last one, causing everyone to lose hours of sleep in the middle of the night. She was just waiting for the dogs' barking to start as well.

Her plan to go to sleep early dissolved like candyfloss in water.

"Lorcan? Everything okay?" she said loud enough for the boy to hear. When no answer came she shook her head, huffing.

Elide looked for the phone among the blankets so she could turn on the torch, but she couldn't find it anywhere. She placed the computer on the floor, getting out of bed and paying attention to where she put her feet, "Where the fuck did I leave it?" she muttered to herself, moving the stuff she had on her desk over to the chair. It wasn't even there. She looked down at the bed again and then touched the pockets of the jeans she'd promised herself she wouldn't take off until she was done studying - nada.

She was about to leave the room when the door jerked open, "Ellie?" the computer screen was pointing too low for it to give enough light for Lorcan to see her, "Are you asleep?"

"Nop," she said from across the room, "I can't find my phone."

Lorcan sighed, "Mine's dead."

"Shit." she cursed, she wasn't a fan of the dark, "Do you remember where we put the candles last time?" she asked walking tentatively towards the doorway.

Suddenly, the music stopped and the computer made the worst sound it could have made at that moment, shutting down for good. She didn't worry about the paper that she had to finish, she knew it would be there once she turned it back on.

"I can't believe it," Lorcan muttered. They were plunged into darkness. "Can you make it over here without killing yourself?"

Elide was trying not to panic. She knew there was nothing in the dark, but that stupid childish fear had never really left her and her heart was beating wildly in her chest. It wasn't anything crippling, but it certainly wasn't a pleasant feeling.

She nodded, realizing then that Lorcan couldn't see her, "Yeah, wait."

"Take my hand."

Elide walked with her arms outstretched forward, moving them to avoid hitting the wardrobe or dresser she kept near the door, but her strategy didn't seem to work as she slammed her side into the latter and knocked half the stuff on it to the floor.

She grunted in pain, bringing both hands to the sore spot, "For fuck's sake."

She heard Lorcan chuckle, "What did you hit?"

"I think the dresser," she whined, then raised her head, as if she could see him, "Where are you?"

He snorted, "I'll try to get there. Stay right where you are."

"Where do you want me to go." Elide frowned, speaking so softly that even she struggled to hear herself over all those alarms. Another chuckle was soon broken by a growl of pain, followed by a series of very colourful swear words that made the girl burst out laughing.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," continued Lorcan, who, by the sound of the various thumps, was probably hopping on one foot, "I think I stepped on one of your stupid earrings."

"Oh, god," Elide wheezed, more out of exasperation than anything else, "pray you didn't break it because I might kill you."

"It's already taken care of that. We'd only be even if I broke it," he said, cursing as he put his foot back on the ground, "Just stand there and I'll try to pick everything up."

Elide couldn't keep the smile off her lips, "I'll help you."

They hadn't realised how close they actually were, because the second she lowered herself to kneel on the ground, her head slammed into something very hard. She grunted in pain again, bringing her hands to her forehead, but burst out laughing soon after. The situation was getting ridiculous.

"Christ, Elide, are you alright? Please tell me that wasn't your head." asked Lorcan immediately, stretching his hands forward.

Elide didn't know what he had wanted to do, probably make sure her head was still in one piece, but what his hands touched certainly wasn't her head. The laughter died in her throat with a broken sound and before Lorcan realised he was palming her, several moments passed. When he too seemed to come to realisation, he let out a squeak and immediately moved his hands away.

Lorcan squeaked.

"Did you just touch my tits?" asked Elide in a whisper. At the sound Lorcan made, Elide's entire body was covered in shivers.

He cleared his throat, "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay." she grinned. Elide managed to sympathize with the darkness in that moment, almost thanking it for hiding what was sure to be the reddest face Lorcan would ever see.

"Are you okay?" he asked her again, "Sorry I didn't mean to knee you in the forehead."

"I think I might have a concussion," she said, deciding to fuck with him.

"Ha ha," he huffed, "very funny."

Elide imagined him frowning more and more, then sighed, "Okay come on, let's go find these damn candles." she pulled herself upright, one hand on her head and the other on her hip, then muttered, "And tomorrow we're going to go buy a supply of electric torches."

She heard him chuckle, "Can you follow me or do I have to hold your hand?"

Without a second thought, she reached out a hand towards where she thought his would be. Only her fingers didn't meet bare skin, but the fabric of Lorcan's sweatpants, who with a surprised yelp took a few steps backwards, "What's that? Are you trying to even the score?" he said amused.

"Please tell me it was anything but your-" the words died in her mouth. She would have rather died and groaned, bringing her hands to her face when he burst out laughing.

"If you wanted to touch all you had to do was ask, babe," he teased.

"Fuck, knock it off," she said throwing a hand forward, at a safe height, and hitting him in the chest with her fist.

He grunted, but grabbed her wrist, finally intertwining his fingers with hers, "Was that so hard?"

She said nothing, but dug her nails into his flesh and that was enough.

She dragged her feet on the floor so she wouldn't risk sticking earrings or anything else in the soles of her feet and when they were finally in the hallway, she didn't worry about where to walk because she was simply following Lorcan. The warmth of his hand clasped in hers was reassuring her greatly.

"How long do you think this will last?" she asked once they reached the kitchen.

"I honestly have no idea," he said. Elide heard the light switch being turned on and then a faint, "Ah, yeah." coming from him.

She giggled, then brought her hand to her mouth as she yawned, "I just wish I could sleep."

"Rough day?" asked Lorcan, opening the hand that was gripping hers. It took her a while to realize that he was silently asking her to let him go. She felt herself flush again for not realizing it right away, and with deep chagrin she pulled her fingers away one by one, immediately missing him.

She nodded, flinching when one of the alarms changed pace, becoming louder and more insistent. She sighed, knowing they were doomed to at least another hour like that, "Classes this morning were boring as hell, but they were important so I spent six hours on books and there was no one at the café this afternoon, which means not getting too tired and not running after every order, but it also means-"

"-no tips. Yes, I know," Lorcan finished for her. She could feel him opening drawers and rummaging through items looking for anything candle-shaped.

"Your day?" she asked, yawning once more.

She heard Lorcan halt, "God, you're exhausted." she didn't answer, so he continued, "Nothing much. They came to adopt one of the newcomers this afternoon though, and I'm pretty positive that family is perfect for that pup."

Elide could hear the smile in his voice.

Lorcan might have seemed like a mean person on the surface, callous. And indeed he was a bit of a jerk if you weren't one of the people he 'put up with', as he always said, but anyone who really knew him could confirm that he was one of the most loyal and trustworthy people ever.

The fact that he worked at an animal shelter and cared about the families to whom the puppies were entrusted or at a toy shop where Elide had often seen him help multiple parents choose the perfect gift were just two of the examples that could be given to prove such a point.

"Good," she murmured.

"Ro's going to kill me," he complained, "We were playing against a bunch of kids online and now they're going to think I quit because we suck."

Elide grinned, "But you guys do suck."

The shuffling sound stopped again, "Say that again. I dare you."

She chuckled, moving a chair and sitting down. She yawned for the third time and furrowed her brow. She didn't like yawning.

"Ellie, what the fuck," Lorcan huffed in disbelief, "help me instead of just sitting there."

She groaned, "You kneed me and I'm dead tired, I have every right to do nothing," she justified herself, "Besides, the light will be back on in a few minutes. Chill out."

"Chill out." he mimicked her voice. Then he cheered, making her gasp, "Found it!"

"Good luck finding the lighter." she whispered, crossing her arms over the table and resting her head on them.

He whistled, "How nice we are tonight," then he closed the drawers slamming them shut one by one and Elide wanted to punch him again for all the noise, "But it doesn't touch me, because it's in my pocket." and then a flame lit up the room just enough for Elide to see his face.

She scowled, "Why do you have a lighter in your pocket?"

The victorious, sly expression Lorcan had had fell away so quickly that for a second Elide thought something had happened or he'd been burned.

She was almost afraid to ask, "Have you started smoking again?"

"No." he answered too quickly.

Elide stood up, throwing her arms in the air, "Lorcan!" she opened her eyes wide, "You quit over three months ago."

He grimaced, "Not really." he spoke so softly she almost didn't hear him.

Her frown deepened, "What do you mean, 'not really'? You're such a dick," she mumbled, shaking her head.

In the meantime he had lit more candles and was arranging them on the kitchen counter, but when he spoke he looked at Elide and she saw that he was holding back from insulting her in turn. "I'm not a dick, I simply didn't tell you that I had resumed..." he trailed off, then huffed, "two weeks after I quit."

Elide opened her mouth wide, "Two we-" then exploded, "Lorcan, it's bad for you.  B-a-d." she spelled, drawing the letters in the air with her finger, "Do you understand that if you keep smoking your lungs will turn so black they'll look like ash?"

Lorcan clenched his jaw, "I know, thanks for reminding me."

Elide crossed her arms over her chest, speaking in a strained tone, "Why did you start again? Why didn't you tell me?"

He turned his back to her at that, with the excuse of arranging the candles around the kitchen better, but Elide knew it was because he didn't want to look at her face. He didn't answer.

"Where are they?"

"What?"

"The cigarettes. The packet? Where is it?" she demanded to know, walking up to him.

Lorcan turned, taking a step back when he realised she was less than a metre away from him. He frowned, "I'm not telling you."

Elide's eyes went wide, "Why?"

"Because you'd snap them all," he said in an obvious tone.

She nodded vehemently, "Yes, exactly!"

Then he sighed, "Can we just let it go?"

"Sure, if you want to let it go that you're going to die of cancer and that you've been lying to me the whole time, we can let it go," she said, biting her bottom lip and shaking her head. Then she huffed out a laugh, "You're unbelievable."

"Ellie, listen, I'm not smoking as much as I used to, we're talking about one to two cigarettes a day at most," he tried to reassure her, running a hand through his hair. She could hear it in his tone of voice that he felt guilty and embarrassed, whether it was because he had lied to her or because she had found out she couldn't tell.

With a little more light brightening up the room, Elide realised only then that he was shirtless.

Fuck, she thought. Lorcan with his shirt off was a feast for the eyes.

She quickly shifted her gaze to the floor as the light returned in a flash and she was forced to close her over-sensitive eyes. They heard the tv turn on again and the melody of the video game fill the silence.

"Thank fuck." Lorcan muttered as almost all the alarms went off. Now only the few that had to be turned off manually and the dogs continued their assault on their ears.

When Elide opened her eyes again, she cursed. There was blood on the tiles. She leaned forward, looking down at the crotch of her jeans to make sure it wasn't hers, even though she knew she wasn't on her period. "Lorcan?" she asked hesitantly, then turned her head towards him, not moving her gaze from the floor, "I think you're bleeding."

"What? Oh fuck." he chuckled. Elide looked up at him at that point and saw him leaning on the table with one hand and placing the ankle of his right foot on his left knee. He looked up at her, "Your earring stabbed me."

A laugh bubbled out of her, "I'm sorry."

Lorcan looked into her eyes and his shone, "Don't worry, I'll clean it up."

"I'll help if you want." she offered, then yawned and cursed in the middle of it.

He snorted, one corner of his mouth curled up, "Nah, go to bed. I'll take care of it."

Then she let go a whine, "Oh my god my room is going to look like a crime scene if you managed to get blood in here too."

Lorcan smiled tightly, "I'll take care of that too."

Elide nodded, admiring her friend's bare torso and arms one last time.

If Lorcan noticed, he didn't show it, and Elide was grateful for that moment of discretion, they'd had enough of awkward moments for that evening.

Warning him that she was going to bed, she went into the bathroom, undressing very slowly and slipping into her soft pyjamas. When she returned to her room, she noticed a wet spot on the floor and smiled, realising that he had started cleaning from her bedroom. She shouted a simple "goodnight" to him and without waiting for an answer slipped under the covers, ready for a deep and well-deserved night's sleep.

Just a second before she could fall asleep, the door opened slightly and she heard what could only be Lorcan place something on her bedside table. She couldn't open her eyes or bring herself to talk in that moment to ask him what the hell he was doing, but when she woke up the next morning, two packets of cigarettes and the lighter he'd used the night before sat there.

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I can't decide between green, blue, and pink for my next hair color help pls

#rowan shut the fuck up #I'm probably picking it up today and i can't decide please any thoughts

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#can't concentrate and i am #spiraling again #and we were doing so well today why does my brain not function right #why do i have to suddenly remember how much i hate myself #rowan shut the fuck up #personal