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chasesylvan · 4 months

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Little bit of a warning, III and IV beat some kids up, but it’s for a good cause I promise 😭

“III, come on, you actual sack of shit.” IV had been trying relentlessly to drag his boyfriend to the bookstore, just so he could do his hourly run of the big book selling shop, seeing if any new books had come out or a new series he could start, but III was being stubborn and wouldn’t get his sad sack of shit ass off of the couch and go out with IV, “Ivy, why of all of us are you dragging my boring ass to the bookstore?” III said back in a slightly annoyed tone, IV walked over to the lanky man and flopped on to his lap, causing the man underneath him to let out a breath of pain.

“Just crush my balls, why don’t you?” III said, in an exasperated tone, coughing slightly.

All the guitarist did was chuckle and lean back against his chest, but turned around in his lap and straddled his hips and kissed the tall man softly, earning a surprised sound from the bassist. “Please come? I wanna get lunch with you after as well, it can be a… date, of sorts.” The shorter man, trying to convince III, said to him. The bassist dramatically threw his head back against the couch and groaned loudly, “Fine, only because lunch does sound good, now hop off, my balls don’t need anymore torture from your fat ass.” He playfully shoved his boyfriend off his lap and stood up, and decided to change in to more comfortable and casual wear. He went up the stairs to find II sitting at one of the window seats, scribbling in a notebook, he walked over and the drummer looked up at him and smiled, “Hi, love!” II excitedly greeted his lover, III smiled and bent down to give the shorter man a soft kiss on the lips as a greeting and II happily hummed into the kiss. “Love you, baby.” III said, sweetness in his tone.

“Love you too.” II said, and went back to scribbling in his notebook, III went to his room and decided on black skinny jeans, his black vans and a jacket, he walked back out of his room, finding that II had fallen asleep against the window and smiling at him. He walked down stairs to find the guitarist sitting at the kitchen island, eating an apple and scrolling social media on his phone, who III assumed was waiting for him. III got the bright idea to slowly walk up behind him, got into a good position and scared the ever living shit out of the guitarist, who screamed and dropped his phone and half-eaten apple on to the floor and thoroughly and metaphorically pissed himself.

“SLEEP DOWN BELOW, III, holy shit!” The poor and shaken guitarist held a hand to his chest to calm his beating heart, while breathing heavily, he sighed heavily and crossed his arms on the island and stuffed his face into them. III was laughing his ass off behind him, IV started fake sobbing, never in his life had he been scared that badly, he stood back up and shoved III away playfully and scoffed at him, “No lunch date for you now, asshole.” III gasped dramatically in shock, falling to the floor in fake misery, crying as if had just had his favourite toy taken away forever.

“You cannot do that to me!” III screamed in a high pitched voice, showing fake heartbroken sorrow in his body language, IV stood above him and crossed his arms, “Maybe I will, and this will teach you to not scare the fuck out of me!” IV chuckled at III, lying sprawled out on the living room carpet, feigning sadness at the thought of no lunch date after his actions. The guitarist held his hand out, and III grabbed his hand and he helped him to stand back up, and pulled him into a soft kiss, the bassist humming happily and wrapping his arms around the wide body of IV.

IV pulled back and smiled at the taller man, “I love you, sunflower.” III’s cheeks were painted with a light pink blush, “I love you too, wildflower.” They both looked at each other for a few minutes in adoration. IV kissed the tip of III’s nose and went to his room upstairs to change into casual wear, while IV was gone, the bassist sat on a chair and pulled out his phone, opening up a website on promise rings, wanting to get an individual one for each of his lovers, he had the money, that wasn’t an issue, the issue was trying to hide buying them while he went to the bookstore and lunch with IV.

He found 3 rings that perfectly matched each of his lovers, and smiled when he thought of them wearing them, his promise to eternity with them, not wanting to ever be apart from either of them. He heard quiet pattering come down from the staircase and looked up with a soft grin on his lips, he stuffed his phone back into his pocket, and he stood up and held out his hand for the guitarist to take, which he happily took, he made sure to have his phone and wallet, leaving his keys on the table as they wanted to walk to lunch first and then let IV drag him to the bookstore.

They walked out of the front door and shut it and locked it, making sure to have a key to get back in, they entwined their hands and starting walking to a little cafe for some lunch before the bookstore, they were swinging their hands while the continued walking along the footpath, until they could hear someone yelling something along the lines of, “Fucking disgusting fags! No one wants to see that gross shit!” They turned all directions to see where the disembodied voice was yelling from, until their eyes landed on a group of teenage boys up further ahead walking towards them, III didn’t like confrontation at all and decided to try and keep walking but IV halted him back, “Oi! Fucking dickhead, you got a problem, mate?” IV screamed at the teenage boy, who kept firing back insults at the two, III did not like this at all and chose to stay quiet, he didn’t want IV potentially getting hurt, but his train of thought was derailed when he saw that the group was continuing their walk towards them.

IV walked straight up to them, him being a lot taller than the whole group, “You got a problem with same sex couples, little shit? Huh? Speak up, pussy!” IV was not ready for his date to be ruined by a bunch of uneducated little shits, not today. When he didn’t speak up, IV smacked him right in the mouth, causing the teenager to hold his jaw in pain, he tried to punch at the taller man, but the guitarist caught his wrist and shoved it away. IV noticed that his jaw was bleeding a lot, but he didn’t care, could care less for all that mattered. This little shit of a boy deserved it for using such nasty slurs against him and III, “What? Is your little pussy boyfriend not gonna help defend you? Aww poor baby,” One of the boys in the, what IV was gonna assume of the boy he just smacked’s group, faked cooed at him. III went wide eyed at being called a pussy, he may not like confrontation, but he wasn’t gonna let that slide.

He walked over to the boy who insulted him and punched him right in the face, “I am not gonna let a 5’2 boy call me a pussy just because I don’t like confronting people, what you just said there is not gonna slide with me, you sack of useless shit, no wonder you look homeless and your clothes barely fit you. Your mum probably didn’t care enough for you to buy you new clothes and shit, deserving though because of what he says to random people on the street who are casually minding their business enjoying their day.”

This caused the boy to start crying, who started developing a black eye from the force of III’s punch, “Anyone else care to speak up and insult us?” The rest of the group all furiously shook their heads and started backing away from the 2 grown men, the two who did have the balls to yell insults at them were standing in pain, “Now, what do we say?” IV asked the both of them, when they didn’t answer, the guitarist grabbed both of them by the collars of their shirts and forced their heads up to look at him, “What the fuck did I just ask you, shitheads?” IV spat at them, no longer trying to keep the calmness in his tone at control, extremely pissed off with these teenagers.

They quivered and looked ready to piss themselves, “W-We’re really sorry for insulting you and calling you disgusting fags, we w-won’t do it again,” They both looked down in shame, IV cooled off a bit, “There we go, that wasn’t so hard now was it?” IV said, his voice dripping with sweet poison, “If I hear that you’ve told anyone about what happened right here, I will personally come and visit you, don’t test me, you little shits.” They both nodded at the 2 men, and ran off sobbing and in pain.

IV shook out his jacket and turned back to his lover, who had silent tears running down his cheeks, IV’s mood and expression immediately softened at the state of his lover, “Aw baby, come here.” IV opened his arms and III fell into them, openly sobbing into the guitarist’s shoulder, “Baby, it’s okay,” IV kept rubbing the shaken up man’s back in soothing motions, “Let’s go get some food yeah? Will that make you feel better, sunflower?” IV softly asked the sensitive bassist, who he could feel nodding his head into his shoulder, he sniffled and straightened his posture up, IV got on his tippy toes and softly kissed III on the lips and kept reminding him that as long as he’s here, he’s always gonna protect his lovers.

“Love you.”

“I love you too.” He sniffled and smiled at the guitarist. “Let’s go, I’m not gonna let this ruin our date.”

IV smiled back at his boyfriend, and nodded his head and entwined his hand with III’s and they continued walking until they found the cafe they wanted to have lunch at, “What are you thinking of ordering, babe?” The guitarist asked the taller man, who had a quick look over the menu, and decided on spicy mac and cheese. “I want the spicy mac and cheese, please, baby.” III politely asked IV, who nodded, and decided to go with the jalapeño burger for himself with a side of fries. “I’m stealing some of your chips, by the way.” III said, matter of fact, and IV scoffed, “I’d like to see you try, tough boy.” IV bit back playfully.

It was their turn to order and IV placed the order, “Name?” The server asked, “Ivy”, no one shot confused glances at a grown man using ‘Ivy’ as a name for his order, which both III and IV were grateful for. She gave them a table number and they went to sit a table with 2 chairs by a window, “Hopefully the food’s good,” III spoke, eating a piece of the complimentary garlic bread, IV nodded, staring at the bassist and admiring how handsome he was, III caught the guitarist’s glare in his peripheral vision and smiled at him, “You look so handsome, sunflower.” IV admired the man before him, III smiled and blush painted his cheeks, causing a cute laugh to rupture from the shorter man.

A waiter came to their table with the drinks they ordered as well, “I have a caramel iced coffee?” IV looked up and smiled, “That’s for me, thank you very much.” The server smiled at IV and handed him his drink, “And I have a lemon and lime spider with vanilla ice cream?” III smiled, “That’s mine, thank you.” She handed him the drink, “Food will be out shortly, boys.” She gave them friendly smiles and the two men reciprocated smiles back to her and she walked off back to the counter. III and IV happily chatted with each other about the upcoming tour and just anything interesting that’s happened so far.

Another waiter comes over and sets down the plates for them, III grabbing his spicy bowl of mac and cheese, and IV grabbing his jalapeño burger with fries, III successfully stealing chips off his plate. IV staring at him with a playful smirk on his lips. “How dare you.” IV remarked playfully, causing III to chuckle, “Lemme have some of the mac and cheese then.” IV asked his boyfriend, happily giving his bowl to IV for a taste, him taking a spoonful of the cheesy and spicy pasta, IV making a sound of affirmation as the spice hit the back of his throat, thoroughly enjoying his spoonful.

“That’s really good.” He coughed, “But so spicy,” He kept coughing and tears sprung in his eyes, he sighed heavily and took a couple gulps of his iced coffee and sighed again, “Oh my Sleep,” He chuckled, III was chuckling as well, knowing IV to not be the type of person to enjoy really spicy foods. “Is it really that spicy?” III questioned his lover, and IV just death stared him, “I know that you’re some freak who enjoys overly spicy food, but it doesn’t mean you have the right to mock me because I can’t handle spice well,” He said in a playful tone, not meaning any harm in his words or tone. III reached his hand over to caress the guitarist’s cheek, who leaned into his touch and his eyes fluttered shut as the caressing motion sent waves of calmness through his body, and III smiled warmly at him.

Someone walked by and scoffed at them, and III looked to see that it was a girl, “Jealous are you?” III scoffed back at her and watched as she stuttered to find a sentence to bite back but couldn’t, scoffed again and walked off giving them a death stare. They finished their food and drink and a waiter came over to collect their dirty dishes, “I just wanted to tell you guys that I think you two are really cute together, don’t listen to anyone who gives you shit, you guys do you.” III and IV both smiled and thanked her, she smiled and took their plates and cups, they got out of their seat and IV was bouncing in excitement.

“What’s up, wildflower?” III could see the bounds of energy flowing from his ecstatic partner, IV turned to look at his boyfriend with the biggest and brightest smile, “A book I’ve been wanting to get just got released at the bookstore we’re going to today!!” IV was beaming with sunshine and happiness, III smiled and they walked the extra 10 minutes to the bookstore and IV ran inside immediately to find the book he was wanting. III walked over to where IV found the book, “Which book is it, darling?” III questioned. IV turned to him and showed him the book, “It’s the 3rd book of the Renegades series by Marissa Meyer, and I’ve been waiting for this bookstore to have them in stock, they’re my favourite book series so far, and this bookstore didn’t release it till today, so I’m so happy that I can now finish this series,”

IV grabbed a copy and held it in his arms while he walked around, seeing if any new series caught his eye that he may want to read, he caught a series in the true crime section and picked up the first book, “A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder,” He read to himself, he found the 4-book series and bought the case, which contained all 4 books; A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder, Good Girl, Bad Blood, As Good As Dead and Killjoy. He seemed interested and so he decided to get it, he went looking for III and found him in the teens read section, he slid up beside him, the bassist looking next to him, “Found a new series, did you, Ivy?” He questioned, and IV nodded his head in response. III had found a book that was quite interesting to him so he also decided to buy it, they went to the checkout and paid for their books and decided to get a taxi home, they cuddled up next to each other until they arrived back home.

They got out of the car and walked back inside, IV noticing a package on the front door step, “What’s that?” He asked his lover, III walked over after paying the taxi driver and his eyes went wide, “U-uh, I’m not sure,” He picked it up and knew exactly what it was, he had ordered it while they were talking in the cafe, but he didn’t expect it to arrive today, “Let’s go inside, shall we?” They both walked inside, “Two! Ves! Come down to the living room, please!” III yelled, and he heard footsteps stomping down the stairs, “Hi, loves!” II beamed at his lovers, who in turns kissed II softly, resulting in him having a pretty pink blush on his cheeks, III caressing his cheek and II leaning into his hand, “What’s up, loves?” Ves asked, voice a bit scratchy, as he hadn’t been well for the past day, “I have a gift for all of you, please take a seat,” He motioned for them to sit on the couch, and they all did, sitting closely to one another.

He opened the package and pulled out 4 individual black velvet boxes, each embroidered with their Roman numerals and Ves’ name in running writing, II opened his first, his jaw dropping as he saw inside a deep purple and blue ring, with a carved diamond jewel adjourning it beautifully, “III, th- this is beautiful,” II put the ring on his left middle finger and it fit him perfectly, Ves opened his next and his reaction was twinning with II, a smoky black and grey ring, with a carved black jewel in the middle, “Oh, III, it’s gorgeous,” Vessel admired it before putting it on his right ring finger, it fitting him perfectly as well. IV was the last to open his, tears appearing in his eyes, a flashy green and black ring with a carved sapphire jewel stoned upon it, he slid it on his left ring finger, also fitting him perfectly.

“III, what are these for?” II questioned.

“They’re promise rings, my loves, my offering of eternity with you guys.” His voice started cracking and all 3 of his loves pulled him into a tight hug and peppered kisses all over his face.

“We love you so much, III, eternity to you.”

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narislvr · 20 days

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HEY THERE, SUBW4Y GIRL

one-last-stop au ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ | e.williams x fem!reader

cws? reader wears glasses and is on the bigger side (not mentioned yet but we need more love for chubby readers!!) reader is a college student working at a diner, ellie is a blip in time but reader doesn't know that yet, love at first sight trope but you're both awkward 🧍‍♂️, no use of y/n for reader, this blurb is moreso an intro to the world so not much ellie yet (might be a series if it dies well!!) Spoilers for the book, and will have some direct quotes.

m.list [๋࣭🪻] part 2 [ 🌆 ] palestine-resources & daily click

"Her eyes are bright and teasing and warm, warm forever-and-ever brown, and august doesn’t know how she could possibly do anything but whatever this girl says." pg 20

You weren't going to cry.

you weren't going to cry over the shitty smell of pancake batter and honey that wouldn't wash off despite your half hour shower ── the smell bonding to you after working too many late hour shifts at the diner ── and you definitely weren't going to cry over the scorching feeling of the coffee cup leaking small droplets of what you were considering your only energy source onto your hand.

you were already running late for your first morning class of the semester, but if you found your right train on time ── which you've already memorized out of fear of this exact situation ── then you'd still make it before it became too noticeable you were late.

sure, things were already going far worse than you'd hoped for, from having to pick up a late shift the night before at the 24/7 diner you work at, leaving you with four hours to sleep before having to get up and get ready for class, to dealing with a rude barista in the coffee shop above the metro station who couldn't even bother to tighten the lid of your cup.

things were not going great, but you were determined to make things better.

to your dismay however, determination alone wouldn't be enough to turn your luck.

amidst your attempt of carefully closing the lid of your coffee cup, you don't notice the group of teenage kids running your direction until one of them bumped into you with a grunt. the coffee, which had been one source of your annoyance this morning, spills across your top staining the once white fabric of your long-sleeveed shirt an opaque shade of brown, and to add to your already shitty morning, you hear the sound of your phone hit the pavement with a loud crack.

The teenager gives you a quick look up and down, their expression contorting into one of horror as they look at the stain on your top and the state of your phone on the floor behind you. ──if that's the way they look at you, then maybe you shouldn't even try looking at yourself── deciding that you wouldn't fight a fourteen year old, not that you would've anyways, you bend down to pick your phone off the ground, your lips forming a tight frown as you look over at all the various cracks on the screen of the phone you had worked so hard to afford.

despite the feeling of a knot tightening further in the back of your throat, you stayed true to your promise.

You weren't going to cry.

Your train pulls up only a few moments later, and you quickly blink back the tears before stepping aboard. to your luck ──if you even want to risk calling it that── the car wasn't as full as you though it'd be. usually it would be a great thing, not being crowded by people, but right now as you stood holding the handlebar, it really hit you just how disheveled you must look to others. Your hair was frizzy, your eyes were teary, coffee soaked your shirt, and now you smelled like a mixture of coffee, pancakes, and faintly of vanilla body spray.

You were a wreck.

you feel someone move to your side and you cringe slightly, your shoulders stiffening as you kept your gaze on the floor. you hear the unzip of a bag, presumably the person beside you getting something out, and you shift your gaze to sneak a glance at the stranger at your side expecting, but hoping it wasn't, a creep ──it's a subway, you never know what could happen in a 15 minute ride── but to your surprise, you're met with sun bleached black converse and baggy jeans next to your own white converse. Slowly your gaze moves upward, noting the way the person's foot tapped rythmicly the floor beneath it before you get a better look at them.

And fuck do you get a good look at them.

The person who you expected to be some lanky guy, perhaps some skater boy, perhaps a creep ──again, can never be too cautious── was actually... a girl. Round cheeks, with a softly scrunched and freckled nose, a girl so pretty you thought you were hallucinating. Her hair was a dark shade of auburn, half her hair up in a small ponytail while the rest fell a little over her nape. On her head were a pair of old looking headphones connected to a Walkman that stuck out the front pocket of her messenger bag as she searched for something down at the bottom with a small smirk. Did she know you were looking? What was she looking for that had her looking like that?

don't be a creep, you thought to yourself, trying to tear your gaze from her right arm. The sleeves of her faded blue flannel were rolled up just above her elbow, exposing the intricate design of ferns and a ──still in the works── moth on her forearm. don't be a creep, you repeated to yourself in your mind as you look away from the beautiful stranger at your side. Why'd she have to appear exactly when you looked your worst?

"Yikes," She finally says, her smirk still ever present on her face as she looks up to face you now.

The hottest girl you've ever seen just took a look at you and said "Yikes." What the fuck.

You were dumbfounded ──inwardly horrified── and she can't help but chuckle as she finally finds what she was looking for in her bag. It wasn't a mocking chuckle. no. it wasn't something lighthearted, curious, and you swear the temperature had risen in the subway car.

"Here," the girl says, pulling out a burgundy colored scarf and holding it out to you. "You look like you're going somewhere important, so," She gestures vaguely at her neck, "keep it."

You blink once, processing her offer before coming out of your trance and shaking your head, "You─ oh my God, I can't take your scarf."

The girl shrugs. "I'll get another one."

"But it's cold."

"Yeah," She says and her smirk shifts into something unreadable for a split second before your attention is caught by the dimples that had formed on her freckled cheeks. "But I don't go outside much."

You stare for a moment and she does as well.

"Look," She starts, her hands fidgeting slightly with the ends of the scarf, "You can take it, or i can leave it in the seat next to you, and it can get absorbed into the subway ecosystem forever."

She drags out the end of her sentence with a playful lilt, her smirk softening into a grin and in that moment her eyes are bright and teasing and warm. warm forever-and-ever a hazey green, and you don't know how you could possibly do anything but whatever this girl says.

A moment later you give in to her offer and reluctantly take the scarf from her hands. The wool is soft and light in your touch, and when your fingertips brush against the ends where the girl had been fidgeting with it earlier, you feel a pop of electricity. The girl, who had been watching you carefully, laughs under her breath, the sound airy as she reaches out to help you wrap it around your neck in a tender motion. She steps back after a moment, and gives you a look, the same teasing smile as before as she raises a brow at you.

"Anyone ever tell you you smell like pancakes?"

Before you can respond, the train plunges into a tunnel. The car shudders on the tracks, and the girl lets out a small yelp as she almost loses her balance and reaches for the hand rail over your head. It all happened suddenly but the last thing you see of her is an unreadable purse of her lips and the beginning of another tattoo on her left arm as she lifts it before the fluorescent lights flicker out.

The darkness lasted a second, two at most, but when the lights came back on, the girl was gone.

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