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spocktheestallion · 2 years

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for a tragedy the iliad is pretty funny. compiled some of my favorite things about it (not in chronological order)

- patroclus barely speaks for most of the book but EVERYBODY loves him. like he’s literally the entire greek camp’s precious meow meow. the ORIGINAL sweet little meow meow. even the GODS are sad and feel bad when he dies. even HOMER loves patroclus, always calling him “faultless patroclus” “my patroclus” “gentle patroclus” “sweet patroclus” WE GET IT. achilles, briseis, menelaus, ajax, literally every member of the greek camp is down ATROCIOUS for patroclus all bc he’s just one Really Nice Dude. just one very Sweet and Polite Fella. one Extra Special Guy <3 his whole narrative purpose is simply to be everyone’s special little scrunkly

- in one of the MANY passages where achilles is lamenting about how sad it is that patroclus is dead he promises patroclus’ corpse that he will have many deep-bosomed trojan and dardanian women weep for him. he tells his dead buddy “i will get the absolute THICKEST hoes with the BIGGEST mommy milkers for your funeral” honestly? id be honored

- all the arguments escalate so quickly. an old man very politely appeals to agamemnon to pretty please give his daughter back and offers him a huge fortune for her and agamemnon calls him a crotchety old bitch and tells him he’ll fucking kill him if he ever sees him again

- that same old man is a priest of apollo. you know, the plague god? anyway priest calls in a favor and apollo curses the greeks with a plague

- to address this, achilles decides to resolve it by calling all the greeks together and passive aggressively going “HM! i WONDER what could have caused a PLAGUE! it’s almost like we OFFENDED the PLAGUE GOD somehow. now WHAT could WE (cough agamemnon) done to offend the PLAGUE GOD?????” all in front of agamemnon

- zeus spends most of the book desperately trying to keep the gods OUT of the war. then once he’s finally had enough he just calls them all together and says “go nuts” and then they do

- artemis talks shit on the battlefield so hera calls her a bitch, steals her bow, and beats her with it. artemis then goes back to zeus and cries

- polydamas says to hector “hey you killed patroclus and achilles is gonna be fucking pissed. we should probably go back to the city while we can” and hector calls him a bitch and tells him to stfu. achilles then chases them back to the city and hector decides to stay outside and get killed by achilles instead of going in with the rest of the army bc he didn’t wanna hear polydamas say “i told you so”

- diomedes is about to fight with a guy called glaucus but then they realize their ancestors were friends or something so they decide not to kill each other, and diomedes says “hey! why don’t we even trade armor! :) just as a show of friendship! :))” and glaucus is like “yeah sure!” and gives diomedes his really nice gold plated armor while glaucus gets diomedes’ shitty plain bronze armor

- achilles makes a bitchy comment to his horses about leaving patroclus to die and the horse momentarily gains the ability to talk just to tell achilles it wasn’t THEIR goddamn fault, tells achilles he’s gonna die soon, and then goes back to being a normal horse.

- zeus with his daughters: oh child ❤️ oh my dear ❤️ oh there there i didn’t really mean it ❤️ sweetie why don’t you go help the greeks?❤️

- zeus with his sons: “ares you fucking donkey”

- everyone calling paris a stupid coward bitch every time they see him. all of troy fucking hates him. hector fucking hates him. helen fucking hates him.

- paris getting dressed up in fancy armor and prancing to the front lines going “i’ll fight ANY of you greeks!” and menelaus (the guy whose wife he stole) goes “alright bet” and paris nearly pisses his pants and tries to hide but then his brother hector calls him a piece of shit and tells him he hopes he dies and makes him fight menelaus. menelaus promptly ROCKS HIS SHIT. literally starts dragging him by his helmet like a rag doll, would’ve killed him if aphrodite hadn’t teleported paris outta there (BOO)

#the iliad #iliad memes #homer’s iliad #achilles #patroclus

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pxgeturner · 2 months

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Miguel O'Hara is a world-renowned professional boxer, and Hobie's other best friend. One night he finally makes the two worlds collide and sparks immediately fly between the two of you. But will he distract you from meeting your publisher's deadline? And will you distract him from getting World Champ?

before you follow. m.list. Iron Fist gfx library. series m.list. tag list.

Prologue. I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. Epilogue.

wc. 1.5k

an. hi. its me! Giselle, or gi, or gigi to few (not to be confused w gg, that is one of my moots. she makes really cool art.) n e ways here is the awaited Prologue for Iron Fist. Oh goodness I'm so nervous. I just want to make a few things clear. the reader is an author (obvs). She's recently graduated uni and is Latina! I write with a woc!r in mind always. I try to be as inclusive as possible, pero porque soy Mexicana, r might lean towards being more Mexican but I'll try to keep her Spanish standard and not be too specific to my family's culture. much love! hope you enjoy <3

please don't forget to reblog! likes do nothing to boost engagement.

Your foot taps against the floor. The damn blank document stares back at you. Mocking you is what it’s really doing. Fuck you, you think, I achieved my goal. I published a book and it is a damn bestseller! Only problem is that the readers want more. It’s been… some time since your first book. And sure, Jess said you can take a break before starting a new project. But you also know that it’s good to ride on existing publicity. At least be able to make an announcement that you’re writing something while all this excitement lasts. Maybe you should write something about vampires. You love vampires and how they fit into romance and how them drinking blood is a euphemism just a bit away from, the whole cannibalism-equals-all-consuming-love trope and how when a vampire attacks it’s often an allegory for rape and— but you have nothing to add to the conversation. You have nothing new to say, no new perspective or hot take, or twist. You have nothing. No ideas.

Not a single word on the page.

You have an idea, leaning forward to peck the keyboard. “F-u-c-k. T-h-i-s!” You highlight the text and italicize it.

Fuck this. At least it’s words on the page.

You reach for your cup and take a sip. “If all else fails I can ride on the rest of the signing bonus and royalties for a bit since the book is doing good, and once that dries up, I can apply to be circulation assistant at a library or something.” You sigh and take another sip. “But nobody has to know for now.” You get up, searching for your phone. You find it resting on the arm of the couch, you grab it, sliding onto the cushions, resting your head where your phone just was. “God, don’t make me a one hit wonder, I wanna be a star. I wanna be the one to push that bitch Colleen Hoover into obsoletion. Please God. Please.”

You open your phone and look for your mother on speed dial.

“Hola, nena!” Your mama’s voice is happy, she must be having a good day. You move into the kitchen. You need a snack.

“Hey, mama, how are you?” You hold the cell with your shoulder as you look through your pantry.

“Good, good,” you find a pack of roasted seaweed snacks and grab it.

“I went on a date anoche.” Your shoulder drops and the pack of seaweed slips out of your grasp.

Mi mami fue a una cita. Con un man! You stand there, trying to process that she is actually back on the dating scene.

“How did it—” you aren’t holding your phone anymore. You use the wall as support to lower yourself to pick up your phone and snack.

“—ay, mami, lo siento, mi cellular se cayo de mi mano.”

“Todo bien, hija! I’m glad you’re ok.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ok, I’m ok. Anyways— how was the date? What’s he like? Am I going to have a stepfather soon?” you joke.

“My time for marriage is gone, muñeca, I’m just looking for companionship, pero, tu lo sabes.” You hear some subtle clinking in the background of the call, she must be stirring her coffee. You open your snack and park yourself on the couch. “Are you writing?” Ugh. Not you, too.

“I was, just finished for a bit before I called you.”

“You called me to procrastinate.” You choke on your seaweed from the accusation.

You clear your throat, “I called to check in with you. I call you practically every day.”

“But right now you called me to check up on me as an excuse to not write. Nena, I know you.”

“Okay, fine. I might be having some writer’s block,” you admit, sighing.

“And that’s okay, nena, but then you need to get out, get some inspiration. Allow the world to give you a story.” There’s mama, with her easier-said-than-done advice. But, maybe you should get out of the house.

“Alright, I’ll go out soon.”

“Tonight,”

“—I will go out to the Chinese place across the street and nothing more. I’ll talk with Hobie when he gets back to see if he has any ideas.” You hear your mama make a noise in her throat.

“You still live with that boy?” Here it comes. You’ve lived with Hobie Brown for three years and have known him for five. She’s always been apprehensive of him, since he’s radical and looks like he’s been in jail, with all the metal in his face, and why does his hair look like that? But Hobie is the one who’s kept you sane all these years. He’s held you while you cried and pushed out of your comfort zone when you were getting too stuck into your routines, most likely by dragging you to a concert or a protest. You help him thrift and flip clothes and ever since that one time his stylist had an emergency and canceled, you now help him tighten his wicks every so often. On days like that the two of you stay in, watching nostalgic movies and listening to any demos he’s recorded recently. He’s like a brother to you at this point.

“Yes, mama, I still live with Hobie. Nothing’s changed.” You move the phone down to your chest and take a deep breath.

“I didn’t like him when I first met him,” you clench your jaw as she continues— “…and although he’s one of those kids, I can tell he is a good boy. I’m glad he takes care of you.” You relax. “But it wouldn’t hurt to have someone you could kiss.” “It would be nice, but right now it’s not happening.” “Alright, muñeca. I’ll leave you alone for now, but keep your eyes open for a nice man.”

“I will, con cuidado, mami, besitos.” You make a kissing noise into the phone, and she responds with a goodbye of her own, and you wait for her to hang up the call.

You sigh, and look at the coffee table. Hobie left his song book at home, weird. It’s open to the song he was working on the other day. It’s a slower song, you can still hear the melody. You drum your fingers to the tune. He’s on an unfinished verse. You pick up a pen from the little catch-all dish and scribble down a line or two.

…

Hobie weaves through the roar of chattering, anticipating fans and into the tunnel, and walks past employees and into Miguel's prep room to see him tying his shoes. “Hey,” Miguel looks up. “Hey.”

“Are you excited?” He moves to sit by the boxer, shimmying up against his shoulder.

“Haven’t really been excited for one of these in a while.” Miguel breathes.

“Well, one step closer to retirement!” Hobie bounces out of his seat. He turns to face his friend, putting a hand on his shoulder. “You’re gonna do great, you big fuckin’ bear of a man.” He ruffle’s Miguel’s hair.

Miguel gives a half-ass hum in response.

“Well then, I’ll be out there, mate, cheerin’ you on.” He puts his hands in his vest pockets and walks out the room.

As he reaches the empty doorframe, Miguel speaks up. “Thank you, Hobie.”

“Anything for you, mate.” Hobie nods and goes to join the audience. Miguel fastens his gloves and puts on his robe. He warms up waiting for his coach.

“Ready, O’Hara?”

Miguel turns around. “Always ready for a fight.” He clenches his jaw. Walking down that hallway, the festive colors lighting up his path and the music blaring, he does his little bit, the movements molded into muscle memory.

This is it. This is his last year fighting. If he gets world champ again, he’s free.

Soon, he gets to fight his last fight. And dammit, the world championship will be his last match. Then, he’s never gonna have to come back.

He weaves under the ropes, entering the ring. Sitting on the stool, he shrugs off the robe and lets Carlos put the mouthguard in.

“You are going to show this guy exactly why people call you el oso!” Miguel beats his gloves together and nods. He might not like his job right now, but he really wants to hit something and goddammit if his opponent doesn’t look so beatable right now.

Coach Carlos steps out of the way, and Miguel stands to walk to the ref as he calls for him to center.

“We went over the rules in the dressing room.” Right before Hobie got here. “I want to remind you to protect yourself at all times, and obey my commands.” Ring the damn bell already. “God bless you both,” I don’t need it but this kid might. “Touch up,” here we go. He touches gloves with his newbie opponent and each goes back to their respective corners.

Miguel takes an orthodox stance.

The bell rings.

Miguel lands the first punch. He also lands the last.

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ekanatsume · 1 year

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Keeping these here bc istg finding doksoo people is like seeing kdj not sacrificing himself

I dont really ship ship them but like the potential they have as a couple i-

If youre a doksoo person, please lemme know bc like i can n o t for the love of god find people who ship them. I just wanna cry about them like 😭🙏

[ID: Tiktok screenshots of Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint fanart of Han Sooyoung and Kim Dokja overlaid with captions about their relationship. The art featured is by more than one artist, but predominantly by BlackBox. The captions read:

1. han sooyoung once said "me, waiting for someone for decades and decades... you think such a thing is even possible? you crazy fool,"

and then we are told about her endless waiting in kaizenix arc, and how she was fighting her best to stay awake for 13 years in the epilogue, for one person, for someone she thought she never waited for, and then it was revealed that she, again, waited for 4 years for certain someone to wake up from his sleep. she diligently visited him every day during his time in the hospital, making sure he's still alive and well even though his soul has scattered away.

2. orv ebook spoiler?

during kaizenix arc kim dokja wrote a love letter to han sooyoung where he told her "write a'story that's for me andme "alone." little did he know that han sooyoung Would do anything, LITERALLY anything to write a story for him alone. why aren't you by her side when she writes a story for you?

3. kaizenix arc shows how much kim dokja means to han sooyoung. she spent 50 years, literally a lifetime, waiting for him. she hold onto the promise kdj told her, where he said he would find her as soon as possible before they got thrown to kaizenix.

she fought her hardest not to forget him. fighting for 50 years, ALONE. for 50 years, she believed kdj would save her. and she believed kdj would one day read her book to save her. and she never blamed kdj for the 50 years she spent. God. it's a pity we don't talk enough about her struggle in kaizenix.

4. This has to be one of the saddest passages in the entire novel.

I will never shut up about doksoo and their captivating interactions. and how astoundingly excellent Sing Shong's writing is: the emotions, permeated the text, and picturing that particular moment visually came with it naturally.

I was moved to tears by her assumption that it was her fault that he started crying and her quick actions to comfort him because she didn't want to keep seeing him cry

Not to mention how Kim Dokja expressed his emotions, which is as uncommon as him not sacrificing his life for KimCom.

All he wanted was some reassurance; to be told, that he's done the best he could the whole time through

Hsy mghtve comforted him for the wrong reasons, but that completed the job nevertheless.

5. when you realize kim dokja's ■■ is "epilogue" and "eternity" while han sooyoung's ■■ is "neverending story". and towards the end we find out about hsy making a promise to kdj that she will write the epilogue, a story, for kdj until the end of time, for eternity, if that's the only way she could save him…

6. how did you read orv epilogue and think han sooyoung and kim dokja are platonic bc i genuinely thought they were canon after hsy's sacrifices for 13 years, and kdj openly saying he loves her story more than anyone else.

orv theme is basically your story = you

7. the fact that kim dokja had actually fulfilled his promise to read han Sooyoung's "boring" novel that has over 3000 chapters even before they both made promise with each other.. he kept his promise for over than 13 years, without both realizing that fact until hsy regained her memories as tls123, and kdj as od.

8. han sooyoung had seen kim dokja's life at its lowest when she first saw him almost lifeless at the hospital she held his hand, feeling the warmth of the hands that had given up of his life, and she cried. and the first thing. she thought of was how to save him. in mere minutes she decided to damn the whole world for him to live and survive she would never let kim dokja to be in that state ever again, not when she is there for him.

9. the whole twsa is a love letter from han sooyoung to kim dokja. she told him to never give up (ch533), encouraged him to find companions (ch75). described so many disgusting foods as delicious so that he could eat them with ease, and not to mention the whole reason why twsa existed was for him to have a reason to live and survive for another day. she wrote all of this for 13 years, so that he could live BEFORE and AFTER apocalypse. she saved him before anyone else could do it. her love is eternal. End ID]

Thenks to @princess-of-purple-prose I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO ALT TEXT AAAAAA. Thenks for doing this ^^

#orv kdj #orv #kim dokja #han sooyoung #doksoo #orv hsy #i would die for them #literally #oh and i found these on google #tiktok basically #but like you can Google doksoo and find these #istg i cant find anything else #ive like seen all the doksoo things out there atp #: (

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malarign · 1 year

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that’s a c-major chord

(when he helps you heal your inner child)

contains: bf!Heeseung x fem!reader | genre: fluff | tw! none! (i think) | wc: 0,8k

reblogs, likes and comments are highly appreciated!!!

author’s note: i was writing this while listening to Liszt’s Liebestraum, so i recommend reading while listening to it <3

The sound of message notification raised your attention from the book you were reading while waiting outside of the practice room for your boyfriend, Heeseung. Unlocking your phone you read the message saying: “When are you going to be here, angel?”. you smiled and answered almost immediately: “I’m already here”. Just after you clicked the “send” button the sound of a piano stool being moved away and a few steps preceding sharp opening of the door. They revealed Heeseung in his slightly worn-out pair of jeans and comfy hoodie, which you kept on stealing from him.

“Why didn’t you come inside?” He asked a little bit confused, a frown decorating his face. You smiled at his cuteness and stood up, deciding not to answer his question.

“Are you ready to go?” You asked instead.

“I have a few things that need to get some touch-up and I’ll be done for today. Do you wanna listen?” He looked at you somewhat shyly.

“Of course, why are you even asking,” you said and made your way inside the practice room, while Heeseung was holding the door for you. You sat on a chair next to the black grand piano ready to be surrounded by the beautiful music. “What are you practicing right now?” you asked curiously.

“Liszt’s Liebestraum,” he said sitting on the stool in front of the instrument. Not long after he started playing all the parts he had problems with along with passages that appear in the piece. After what seemed like a second he announced he was finished for today.

“Before we leave can you maybe play the whole piece? I love listening to you playing,” you said dreamingly to which he only smiled and positioned himself on a stool again. His fingers delicately danced on the black and white keyboard making the instrument emit sounds so vibrant and delightful that you wanted nothing more than to listen to them all day long. Seeing how serious he looked while he played, a slight pout visible on his lips and brows knitted in a slight frown, you thought to yourself that you couldn’t get any happier than right now. There was also another thought that pierced your head: “How I wish I could play like this…”.

With those thoughts flooding your mind you didn’t realize Heeseung already stopped playing and was staring directly into your eyes.

“What do you think? Was it okay?”

You stood up motioning him to move on the stool. You took a seat next to him and said while smiling brightly. “It wasn’t okay. It was amazing Hee.” You finished your sentence leaving a sweet peck on his cheek.

“Well, what were you thinking about?” He asked to which you answered with a confused look. “I know you, lovely. What were you thinking about when I was playing?” He dwelled on the subject.

You lowered your gaze to the keyboard, putting her left hand on it and pressing one key.

“I wish I could play like this. Play like you.”

He looked at you focusing on your facial expression that had settled on your face as soon as he asked the second question. Smiling he offered: “Do you want me to teach you?” to which you nodded slowly but unfalteringly. “Okay, let me just warn you, I really suck at explaining and teaching how to play, so you need to bear with me.” He announced sheepishly.

“It’s you who’s gonna have to bear with me. I never even touched any musical instrument.”

“Well, you’re wrong. You did just a second ago. The key you pressed over here,” he said while pointing to the specific key. “That’s a C, the first sound of the most basic scale in music,” he started explaining. And if you hadn’t stopped him, he would’ve explained the whole music theory in one go. But that’s actually what you admired about Heeseung, his passion for music never stopped growing, and kept expanding even on other people as if there was no space left in his heart and soul for that.

“That’s what I’m talking about” he laughed at his nerdiness. “Okay, let’s start from that C. We can either go into a more happy or sad tone. Which one do you prefer?”

You thought for a moment and said: “I think more happy one”.

“Then happy it is,” he said straightening his back and raising his hand to press three keys at once. “That’s a C-major chord and it contains sounds C, E, and G,” he explained pressing respective keys consecutively which resonated in the small practice room. You tried it yourself, soft and shy sounds emitting from the instrument.

“That’s right!” Heeseung cheered.

Both of you continued the lesson until late evening, forgetting about all the plans you had for the rest of the day. None of you complained though, that afternoon was better than any plan you could possibly come up with, making another passion connect the two lovers.

thank you for reading! back to the masterlist

#heeseung enhypen #heeseung x reader #heeseung x yn #heeseung imagines #heeseung fic #heeseung fluff #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagine #enhypen fic #lee heeseung

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readingwiththestars · 19 days

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₊˚⊹♡ IF ONLY I HAD TOLD HER

["whatever our souls are made of hers and mine are the same"]

| ✮ 3.5 stars |

THOUGHTS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [spoilers for ihhbwm + some spoliers for ioihth]

ok so lemme tell you i had the BIGGEST reading slump ever just as i started to read this. so this review may be a little choppy at some points because i've just pointblank forgotten some parts and don't wanna go back and re-read finny's pov just yet.

i was so on the fence about reading this because on one hand i really wanted to read finny's pov and on the other, complete and utter heartbreak.... yeah....... so anyway i read it.

when i tell you that this book had me ugly crying in the middle of the night. like seriously finny's pov?? fucking broke me. are you kidding me? the way he speaks about autumn? ugh when am i gonna find a guy like finny fr? but seriously this book had me on a rollercoaster of emotions just from the heartbreak knowing whats already gonna happen to finny as he describes how happy he is and how he can't believe autumn loves him back, to the smile i had on my face reading about 'the moms' bickering over baby stuff for autumn.

i will say this now i did expect a little more (hence the rating). i wanted idk more closure at the end there. idk rlly know how to describe it better since its 10 o'clock at night and ive had zero sleep for the past four nights in a row. but yeah i wanted something more. (bitch u wanted finny to be alive)

CHARACTERS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

finny -

*sobbing noises* i could go on a damn rant abt this boy. holy shit. he's just perfect. if i see one person ONE PERSON coming after him istg- he was such a caring sweet person like the pencil??? and always going to the sketchy gas station (i nearly called it a servo then lmao) to get the candy autumn likes?? and always making sure people were safe when he drives?? *cough* apparently not you though sylvie *cough* just ahhh laura when i get you. cause like why'd you have to make him get out of the car, hmmm? lets just compromise and you give me an alternate universe where finny misses the puddle or better yet where sylvie kept her damn seatbelt on.

jack -

tbh i wasn't all that excited to read about jack. (also to be fair i was still sobbing from finny's pov so that probably didn't help) like i seriously just thought it'd be some jock trying to process finny's death by hooking up with alexis (who by the way can go jump up her own ass and die) but we got the whole other side of him where he was genuinely affected by finny's death and really was his best friend. but the way he didn't like autumn way just- yeah. also i saw him and sylvie coming from a mile away like seriously it wasn't very subtle.

autumn -

*sobbing noises increase* autumn my baby girl. i just wanted to jump through the pages and give her a hug. seriously i feel robbed that we didn't get to see a happy autumn. angie and her's friend ship was so precious tho. and i love love LOVE that they bonded over being moms/soon-to-be-moms. im also just gonna say the way we didn't see an ounce of jamie or sasha this entire book made me so happy! i also lowkey wanted to see more of when she was an actual mom? like what would she name the baby? i wanted to see domestic autumn a little more. but i still love her so much and it was so lovely to see her heal <3

QUOTES ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [spoilers]

"my love for her is the closest thing i have to religion. but it's okay that she doesn't feel the same. i'm fine. i can handle it" - finny

"my devotion to autumn is engraved on my very being. i am in awe of her. i will sit in the stands and cheer her on in life as her most ardent admirer. i know i'll always love her in the same way i know i'll always need oxygen" - finny

"it's all done. finn's story is over. his whole life. that was it. not even nineteen years, and he'll never, ever do anything else ever again. finn won't go off to college or celebrate his birthday. he won't get another hair cut or get the oiled changed in his car. he won't bite a hangnail on his thumb or buy another CD. finn smith has done everything he will ever do. he won't get to be with autumn." - jack

“this baby isn't what's left over from our love story. this baby is our story's continuation.” - autumn

"if only i'd told her that i loved her years ago, i wouldn't be here now." - finny

all in all laura you can pay for my therapy mkay?

#the library ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆#if only i had told her #if he had been with me #ioihth #ihhbwm #laura nowlin #autumn davis #phineas smith #finny smith #jack murphy #the bookshelf ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

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sparklypinkflightsuit · 4 months

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Predator and Prey: Final - Chapter Nine

Pairing: Tommy Cahill x Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Minors do not interact, Slow Burn, War Inaccuracies, Lots of Swearing, Mention of PTSD but barely, Stalking, Abuse, Sexual Themes, Kidnapping, Drugging, Mentions of Pregnancy.

Summary: You and Tommy start a new life together.

Short Chapter

- Chapter Eight Here -

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Three days had passed before the drugs finally cleared from your system, even after doctors administered activated charcoal and other medicines to help. The doctors had told Tommy you were lucky he found you so quickly, as you had been given a near fatal dose.

You finally began to stir, and Tommy immediately rushed to your side.

“Hey, hey.. take it easy.” He said gently, pushing you back down and stroking your hair.

You were confused, the last thing you remembered was being in your kitchen, and then you felt a sharp pinch in your neck and suddenly you were waking up in the hospital. Tommy filled you in on what had happened, and you cried. You couldn’t believe this had all been because you were stupid enough to trust someone like Chloe, and with your precious dog of all things. Tommy held you until you calmed down, and assured you everything was going to be ok.

You lay back down and looked up at Tommy, you were so grateful for him, for everything he’d done, and for finding and saving you. You were thankful for Sam and Mike too, and made a mental note to thank them when you saw them next.

You stroked Tommys cheek and gently pulled him down to kiss you. The kiss was gentle but filled with affection, and Tommy melted into you having been starved of this for 3 days, thinking the whole time he may lose you.

“I need to tell you something.” Tommy mumbled into your lips as he pulled away slightly.

“What is it?” You whispered, dizzy from the kiss, or the remnants of being drugged, you weren’t sure.

“I know it’s probably too soon to say this, but I wouldn’t be saying it if I wasn’t really fucking sure I meant it… but baby, I’m in love with you. I knew it before this all happened but now I’m so sure it hurts. I thought I was gonna lose you before I could tell you and that scared me. Like a lot… I don’t ever wanna know the feeling of being without you. If you’ll have me, and I’m not just a hot piece of ass to you-“ he stopped and chuckled, “then it’s me and you, kid. I don’t want anyone else.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, and tears slipped from your eyes as you grinned up at him. “Oh you are so the soppy one in this relationship.” You laughed, pulling him back down for a kiss. “I love you Tommy Cahill.” You mumbled into his lips, and you felt Tommy smile into the kiss as he pulled the white curtain closed around your hospital bed.

A month later, you and Tommy packed up his truck with everything you needed, with Jet securely in the back seat, and you set off.

You both decided a fresh start was needed. You sold your store, books and all, to an elderly couple looking to put their retirement to good use, and found a leafy little town about 2 hours West that looked like it had potential. You’d put a deposit on a house with a nice big back yard, backing up on vast green woods and with many local parks for Jet to enjoy. You would find a new little store to open, and you and Tommy would create a new life.

Tommy grabbed your hand and gave it a kiss as he drove. You smiled at him and finally felt relief wash over you as drove further and further away from the place you called home for 3 years. You also felt nervous excitement, as you hadn’t yet told Tommy that you were pregnant. You would tell him over a takeout dinner that night in your new home. You didn’t know it yet, but Tommy would be ecstatic, and he’d pick you up and swing you in circles. Tommy couldn’t wait to be a dad, and he would be a good one too.

Yes, everything had worked out somehow. If you had never met Jason, and he had never sent you running, you wouldn’t have ever met Tommy. In some way everything bad had brought you everything good, and so you could make peace with it.

You were ready for this fresh start, and as you day dreamed about your new life, you failed to notice the car that had been following you turn for turn for the last hour.

The end.

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Note: I’d just like to say a massive thank you to everyone who read this, I really hope you enjoyed it! It was so much fun to write again ❤️

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luna-writes-stuff · 2 years

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The Crows in relationships, but as Taylor Swift songs:

Includes Kaz Brekker, Inej Ghafa, Jesper Fahey, Wylan van Eck, Nina Zenik, Matthias Helvar

Perfectly readable for non-Swifties <3

Fanfic headcanons, with short blurbs.

X gn! Reader

Kaz Brekker: Don’t Blame Me

As expected, Kaz might be the least likely (next to Inej) to engage in a romantic relationship, and all with good reason, of course. Would he fall, he’d know it, and he’d try to hide it. But it’s the little things he does that make it obvious how he cares for you. He isn’t one good with words, so his actions try to make up for it. And it’s not that he desperately wants to show you he cares, it just happens. For example, early mornings you wake up with your cup of tea or coffee next to you, still hot, indicating he had just entered. When leaving the Slat, he always hands you your coat. He saves you a seat during dinner or breakfast. Little things that really stand out.

“For you, I would cross the line. I would, waste my time. I would, lose my mind.”

Even when officially together, he doesn’t prance around announcing it to everyone. He wouldn’t even tell the crows. Jesper found out because he was pestering Kaz about you, to which he casually responded with “But we’re dating.” Yet, besides Jesper, everyone just figured it out on their own. Kaz doesn’t like to make a big deal out of it, but literally everyone else does. It is not that he wishes to keep your relationship a secret, he just doesn’t see why it should be world news.

“Echoes, of your name inside my mind. Halo, hiding my obsession. I once was poison ivy, but now I’m your daisy.”

Be that as it may, it doesn’t mean Kaz is very condescending towards your relationship. He appreciates it more than he lets on, but he doesn’t want to alter his entire “bastard of the barrel” reputation. Little does he know that you only amplify the tales. Though you might not be as intimidating as him, people know who you are, and start to hesitate their actions on you as well. At times, you can be very grateful for this. Especially in Ketterdam.

You run through his mind almost constantly. He manages to not show it, but every time, when planning a heist, the first role he has thought out is yours. He trusts you and isn’t overly protective, but he does hesitate on your choices sometimes. He can’t help it, though he knows only you can set boundaries for yourself.

“If you walk away, I’d beg you on my knees to stay.”

As stated, he might not show it, but he has no intention of letting you go any time soon. He keeps you close to him constantly and likes these little reminders that you are still there. Hell, whole of Ketterdam should be frightened the day something happens to you. No one, and I mean no one, would be save. He’d tear the entire city down just to get back to you.

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Inej Ghafa: Afterglow

Now, Inej is the kind of person who’d be interested in a relationship, but can’t bring herself to actually enter one, due to obvious reasons. She needs time and patience. Perhaps more than Kaz. With her, everything is build on trust and time. She decides when she wants things to happen and when she wants to be alone. And she can be very clear on that, sometimes rather rudely when everything just piles up. You know it’s not your fault, and you assure her that you’ll give her some time and that you don’t blame her, but she often feels guilty for this.

“Fighting with a true love, is boxing with no gloves. Chemistry ‘til it blows up, ‘til there’s no us.”

Arguments don’t really happen between the two of you. More of the “I need you to give me some space now” moments. And true, it isn’t always pleasant, but it is something to keep in mind. But when coming back around, she is the sweetest person. Though you told her many times she does not need to apologize for looking after herself, she will. With tea, flowers, hell; she even bought you a book once just to say sorry.

“Hey, it’s all me in my head. I’m the one who burned us down, but it’s not what I meant. Sorry that I hurt you, I don’t wanna do this to you. I don’t wanna lose this with you.”

She does not really cuddle, but she isn’t distant either. What often happens, is that you are reading on your bed, and she’ll rest her back against yours. Or she’ll place her head on your shoulder and read with you. On rare occasions, her head will be placed in your lap while smiling up at you. When walking, she’ll reach for your hand at times, as a reminder that you’re still there. She’ll hold your hand when the streets turn darker, or when the crowds grow. She is just very cautious and on edge constantly, but you manage to soothe her a great deal.

“Tell me that you’re still mine. Tell me that we’ll be just fine. Even when I lose my mind.”

She needs little words of affirmation. As stated, she might lash out at times, and she feels guilty for that. You only have to remind her that is it okay for her to set her own boundaries. That a relationship works both ways, and not just in favor of one person. It’s these little affirmations that help her get through tough days.

Vice versa, she praises you as well. Where her actions are often hesitant, her words are not. When she cannot express her gratitude or happiness towards you, she’ll say it as it is. No beating around the bush, no lousy conversations. A room can be silent and she’ll suddenly say that you look beautiful today. Nina always reacts very dramatic when she is in the room as well, much to the annoyance of Inej.

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Jesper Fahey: Paper Rings

How could this not have been the song for your relationship with Jesper? This boy is over the moon when he is around you. What started out with little flirtations and teasing remarks was quick to grow out into something else. When the both of you met, he used to joke with you the entire time, and a lot of compliments of which you weren’t sure whether they were meant as jokes or not. And surprisingly, that is how he ultimately got with you.

“The wine is cold, like the shoulder that I gave you in the street. Cat and mouse for a month of two or three. Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe.”

Jesper’s love language, besides physical affection, is gifts. He loves to give them more than to receive them. But, true to form, as a crow, he loves shiny things. So you often give him extra rings, bracelets, anything that shines, or sparkles, or looks pretty. And he always tries to beat you with it. It is a competition to him. You give him a new ring? Amazing, but now he’ll have to buy you two or he won’t be able to properly express just how much he loves you. But his money falls through his pockets constantly. This man cannot save money to spare his life. He really tries to buy you things. Genuinely, with money. But he spends it on gambling just as quickly.

So yes, some of the things in your room are stolen.

“I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings. Uh-huh, that’s right, darling. You’re the one I want.”

But, as I said, another main love language is physical touch. With Jesper, you just cannot escape it. If it makes you feel uncomfortable, he tends to forget it at first. And he does really apologize for it and tries to remember your boundaries, but sometimes he just gets so excited or enthusiastic, he can’t help himself. He’ll engage in sudden hugs, lifting you off of your feet, or smothering your face in kisses. Kisses on your hands, top of your head, back of your shoulder, kisses everywhere.

“Kiss you once, ‘cause I know you had a long night. Kiss you twice, ‘cause it’s gonna be alright. Three times, ‘cause you’ve waited your whole life.”

Jesper turns into a hopeless romantic around you, really. He’ll do very cliche stuff, such as offering you his jacket when you get cold, kissing you whenever it rains, feeding you, drinking from the same glass with two straws etc. The sappy actions often disgust Kaz, but that’s part of the reason Jesper keeps doing it. Would you ask him, he’d see the rest of his life by your side. He is the kind of person to just abandon all sanity and possessions just to be with you, hence the “I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings.”

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Wylan Van Eck: I Know Places

A relationship with Wylan can be both endearing and adorable, but depending on how long you’ve known him, it changes. Having had grown up with him, he finds himself extremely comforted by your mere presence. Whenever life would get a little hard on him again, or his father decided to have had enough of him for the day, he always ran to you, a safe space to just let everything out.

“Something happens when everybody finds out. See the vultures circling dark clouds. Love’s a fragile little flame, it can burn out.”

Have you met him with the Dregs, this might have been a different experience. Though he does not necessarily hide he is the son of Jan van Eck, it is obvious he does not like to discuss the whole thing. But with patience, and encouraging words, he slowly opens up, talking about his struggle with reading and writing, which he later grows more confident in telling. Knowing about his dyslexia, you spent a lot of night with him, reading a book with him, though more often you read to him. But he enjoys it either way. It’s how he still gets to know a lot of different stories, and it is great quality time in his eyes.

“I know places we won’t be found. And they’ll be chasing their tales trying to track us down, ‘cause I know places we can hide.”

The two of you have a lot of time together, and if not, you will create it. There are many places you discovered together, where the crowds aren’t overly present, and words don’t reach. Going back there just to get that moment of peace calms him down a lot. Especially if he is there with you. A lot of places are surrounded by beautiful scenery, so he often takes a sketch book with him, forgetting all other surroundings. He prefers to have you there with him as he does it. Not so much to talk or to not feel lonely, but because he truly feels safe and loved around you, and if he could help it, he’d rather have that with him at all times.

“They are the hunters, we are the foxes. And we run. Just grab my hand and don’t ever drop it, my love.”

If not obvious yet, his biggest love language is quality time. He does not have to actively engage in something, or talk to anyone for that matter. Just sitting in a corner with you is enough for him.

Another love language, which is perhaps a more specific one, is sharing his works with you. He likes to have you take a lot at what he’s doing, or what he has made, before he goes prancing around and showing it to others. Art, regardless in what form, is very fragile, and could easily break the spirit of an artist’s heart when fallen in the wrong hands or eyes. Having him show his work to you, means a lot to both you and him. The two of you are very much aware how much it means to the other.

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Nina Zenik: New Year’s Day

Where to even start with this song? Nina is the kind of person you can party with, have a lot of fun with, but she is also there through the tougher times. Everything you go through, you never have to go through alone. She insists on staying with you and offering you a safe embrace or encouraging words. She’ll help you with everything she can, even as you tell her it isn’t necessary. She finds it very important.

“Don’t read the last page. But I stay, when you’re lost and I’m scared, and you’re turning away. I want your midnights. But I’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year’s Day.”

Nina’s main love languages are words of affection and physical affection, though the first on is more obvious. She is very vocal on her love for you, and doesn’t hold it back in front of anyone. She doesn’t really care. But she’ll respect your opinions about the whole ordeal. If you wished to keep the relationship more private and closed off, she’ll try to keep her mouth shut more often. But she’s just very happy when she is around you, and it causes her to run her mouth a bit too much at times. But it’s all very sweet, and meant in the best ways possible.

“I’ll be there if you’re the toast of the town, babe. Or if you strike out and you’re crawling home.”

Regardless of the constant attention and love she gives you, she tends to get insecure, but keep it to herself. She doesn’t often doubt her relationship with you, but when times get tough for her, she tends to shut herself out, and you - of course - want her to stay with you. To help her out as she always helped you out. But Nina has trouble discussing these issues, so she’ll sit in her room in fear, rather than discuss her problems. All she really needs is a little patience and understanding.

“Please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh I can recognize anywhere.”

Then we move to physical affection; Nina is not afraid to smooch you in front of everyone. Both her and Jesper could not really care about it. She loves to show you off in any way she can, and sometimes words just don’t suffice. That’s what she tells you, at least.

Every time she walks past you, she’ll kiss your cheek. Every time you’re walking past her, she’ll stand up and wrap her arms around you in an enthusiastic hug. Hands are always held in front of others, or arms intertwined. Naturally, she has a calming effect on you, and vice versa. She keeps telling you she doesn’t use her powers on you to call you down, but she does. You know this, obviously. But you appreciate the gesture, so you simply pretend as if you believe her.

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Matthias Helvar: Willow

Matthias is more of a doubting lover, though very loyal. He has other customs than most - obviously - so conversations or actions might often be weird to him. But he adjusts easily, and just goes with you. But regardless of what you will do, he will follow you and support you through it, even as he has no idea why you do certain things. He is very encouraging and wants you to feel happy and fulfilled 24/7, and if it means stepping out of his comfort zone, he will.

“The more that you say, the less I know. Wherever you stray, I’ll follow. I’m begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans.”

A relationship with Matthias contains lots of stories. And I mean lots of them. Not only things he has seen, or things you have done, but also tales and lores. Hell, you even make your own stories and keep expanding them. Late nights are always spent talking over a warm cup of tea, that slowly turns cold.

Though he might not always show it, he loves to have you around him. Stubborn talks and useless fights be damned, he will not leave your side for longer than a day. He doesn’t want to stay away for too long, in case something happens. And with everything going on in Ketterdam and Fjerda, you can never be too safe.

“As if you were a mythical thing. Like you were a trophy or a champion ring. There was one price I’d cheat to win.”

He is great in acts of service. Yet, unlike Kaz, his gestures get noticed more easily. He will do the things you promised to get on later, or he will protect your name when you aren’t around. It’s very noticeable, but endearing. He truly does care about you, and though he doesn’t shout it from the streets, he does like for others to know. Of course, would you be a Grisha, it might have been a bumpy ride at first, but his pride in having you at his side doesn’t fade.

“Wait for the signal and I’ll meet you after dark. Show me the places where the others gave you scars.”

As said, he is very supportive and will help you achieve your goals. He is very much aware that a lot of your goals must be accomplished by you, and cannot easily be helped with, but he will cheer you on regardless. He wishes to simply be with you when you finally reach that point you had wanted to reach. Seeing your smile and happiness that comes with it? He will not want to miss that for the world.

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thehumanversionofthishellsite · 1 year

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may or may not have stayed up all night reading this book as soon as I could get my hands on it but anyway I have some thoughts and most of them are screaming.

I really loved the book. Did it have flaws? Yes. Do I care? No. I'm 22, the targeted age range is something like 10-16. When I first got into this series I was the same age as nico. It's been a long journey getting older and changing and healing. Seeing that for Nico was all I really wanted from this book.

Also, realistic relationship struggles and growth!! Loved that!! Having a chronic illness is hard, your partner watching you suffer with it is also hard for them!! Having conversations and misunderstandings and awkward moments is how it goes!! After being in a 3 year relationship with someone I love very much I'm like,,, yes!! Thank you!! I have lifelong chronic illness!! It's not going away I gotta learn to live with it it's a part of me!! My partner struggles with it but is trying so hard and I love them so much!!! But I'm so much more than a pile of suffering and that's the point!!! You choose to keep trying and that's the point the book makes!! there's a whole scene about it and it's so important!!! Will starts to be more accepting and understanding and we love to see it! Nico accepts he needs to let himself move on and that it's ok to do that and not be angry with your past self for trying to stay alive!!

I make no sense and I don't care. But also, they're cringey and memey and dumb. They're hysterical and going a little bit crazy and they love each other and like, I'm not ok. Neither are they. Its been an extremely stressful week for them.

And I don't think it's super out of character because we barely know these people!! Nico has been suffering and in survival mode almost the whole time we have known him!! Will has been a background character most of the time!! Nico was a bubbly 10 year old and Will was like 4 sentences. Nico has made occasional/awkward/dark jokes and Will was shown to be stubborn and concerned and caring because demigods are ridiculously hard to keep alive. Let them be weird and cringey they're literal teenagers. Have you been in a high school with people obnoxiously dating. They are. The worst.

Broke: camp is empty because people wanna see their families

Woke: camp is empty because will and nico are just that couple who are cringe 100% of the time and everyone just noped out

I know I keep getting sidetracked but. Point is. nico and will seem out of character because of circumstances and time skips probably. Nicos finally in a stable place and can actually process things, mans is curious about the world he's in no wonder he's a memelord the internet just does that to you. People change when they're not in survival mode, I definitely am not the same person I was when I was 16. Not even the same person I was when I was 18. Or 20. Like, mental health glow ups bring out some of the best parts of you.

AND THANK YOU PIPER I FEEL SO SEEN RN, don't know what label I fit under, I am confusion but it's ok!! I am a big ole ace spectrum mess and maybe tomorrow it'll be different! Either way the book had a lot of great moments and no it's not the same as old rr books but it was never gonna be, the nostalgia associated with the original pjo series means nothing will ever live up to those books and that's kind of just life for some of yall. fuck knows I crave the joy I felt playing crash bandicoot for the first time. I miss that time of my life and it's ok to miss that but it's also ok to move forward and find new things that bring life joy and meaning!!

anyway. I enjoyed the sun and the star and I will continue to enjoy it regardless of what other people think, I can like things just because I do, or just because they make me happy. And this book definitely made me happy. Also holy fuck I need some sleep. Sorry about all the exclamation points it's all that's keeping me awake!!

#tsats spoilers #the sun and the star spoilers #solangelo spoilers #nico and will #damn #im tired #solangelo

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actual-changeling · 1 year

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make a wish (on my heart)

Really hope y'all aren't tired of tooth-rotting fluff yet. You can find it on ao3 here, but I will also put the whole thing on tumblr <3

"Make a wish."

Ellie blinks up at him, lowering her comic into her lap, and she only now notices how close Joel has gotten. Their sides press together when she follows the warmth he radiates and leans against him, his outstretched left hand hovering between them like he is waiting for something. A single eyelash sticks to the middle of his palm, and she distantly recalls his fingertips brushing over her cheek just a few seconds ago; her brain stops being on alert entirely when it's just the two of them. He nods toward it, expectantly holding her gaze.

"It's yours, so it's your wish."

"Joel, I don't know what the fuck you're talking about," she quips back, absently reaching for his free hand to gently tug on the hair tie around his wrist. Neither of them notices when she fidgets with it anymore, sometimes opting for his entire hand instead, and they only start paying attention to it once her grasp on it gets in the way of Joel's arm moving around. She traces the hard lines of his wrist bones down to his knuckles, slotting her fingers into the empty spaces, familiar with every bump and scar grazing her skin.

"FEDRA really didn't teach you shit, huh?"

His voice is soft, balancing on the edge between humorous and the mildly self-flagellating sadness he likes to fall into whenever it comes to her childhood, or rather the time before they met - not that any of it had been under his control, but that has never stopped Joel from blaming himself for things. Ellie links their pinkies like they do for their promises, pulling until he gives in and lets out the low chuckle she was looking for.

"Well, more reasons for you to talk to me, then," and Ellie cannot help the smile blooming on her face when he cups her cheek, her fingers sliding back up to curl around his wrist. His palm is just as warm as the rest of him, and if his arm weren't stopping her, she'd silently seek out his lap and request a hug (she always gets one).

"I don't need a reason to talk to you." Joel responds lightly, but they're both aware she was joking, and so he continues explaining without interruption, his thumb brushing over her cheekbone.

"It's a- not quite a myth but a belief, I suppose, that blowing on eyelashes makes whatever you wish for come true. I used to do it with Sarah all the time, even once she started thinking that it's silly."

Ellie rolls her eyes and bites back her grin when he sighs fondly, but she still leans forward and blows her eyelash off his palm with one strong breath, quickly losing sight of it when it flutters away from the couch and gets carried who knows where by the draft breaking in from under the backdoor. An almost aching pressure curls around her heart and squeezes when she spots the wistful look on Joel's face, his eyes shining a tad more than they did a few seconds ago, but it passes as quickly as it came. As soon as he lowers his hand, she takes its place and settles with her back against his chest, the weight of his arms wrapping around her comfortingly grounding, and when she picks up her comic again, all the tension she has been holding in her shoulders bleeds away. It is not even a particularly cold day, yet the body heat sinking into her body still melts away a layer of frost she hadn't been aware of.

"Wanna know what I wished for?"

"You can't tell me, or it won't come true."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

"I'm serious, baby."

With his cheek resting on top of her head, she feels him search around for the book he put down earlier, grumbling when she gets jostled but quickly soothed by a kiss to her temple, and once they both finally still, Ellie is almost tempted to doze off; there is no better or safer place to take a nap than his embrace, and she always gets the best sleep with him right next to her anyway.

"Can I tell you what it was once it came true?"

His hum vibrates through her bones all the way to her toes, and her fingers once again slip between his wrist and the hair tie, drawing little crescent moons onto his skin and forcing him to hold the pages open with only his other hand.

"Sure," he eventually relents, pressing another kiss to her hair, "you can tell me when it happens."

They read cuddled up together for another hour, though only Joel actually reads, in an entirely expected turn of events. Ellie drifts off with her face buried in the crook of his neck, an occasionally moving blanket draped across his body, headbutting his jaw whenever she does since he cannot resist using her as a cheek rest. She is only half-awake when she carefully turns her head to talk to him so she doesn't add any more bruises, breathing a content sigh against his palm when he soothingly brushes back a few strands of hair.

"You plan on leaving any time soon?"

"Leaving?"

"Yeah, like, gone," she explains, weakly waving her hand around to visualize her point, not that it helps all that much, but Joel understands her like he always does, his voice both tender and steady.

"Not without you."

Satisfied, Ellie nuzzles her face back into his shoulder, her next words muffled by his shirt but still audible, and although she cannot see his smile, she can feel it seep into her like the growing glow of the morning sun.

"Then my wish has already come true."

#alex writes tlou #the last of us #tlou #joel and ellie #joel miller #ellie williams #fanfic #fluff #tlou fluff #they deserve all the happiness and domesticity #and joel teaches ellie about all the important cultural things she missed out on #like pinky promises and wishing on eyelashes #cause he is a good fucking dad

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nanaloco · 1 year

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part 2 of being best friends with jaemin pls ... i cried /pos

More than friends? Pt 2 - Best friends to lovers

Wc: 2.08K

This is a part 2 of the it’s complicated series’ Jaemin part (part one), but this is pretty much stand alone <3

Warnings: none really. Girly pop Jaemin, Kdrama-like-cheesyness, shy Jaemin (at the beginning *lol*), emojis in my writing 😁, although it’s quite short, I’d say it’s slow burn, lots of beating around the bush, one off dick joke, minimal swearing

Genre: bestfriend!Jaemin x Gn!reader, best friends to lovers. Tooth rotting fluff, crack fic kinda (a lot of bickering)

Featuring - 7 dream lol

Tysm anon for requesting 💕

It was an ordinary day meaning an ordinary hang out at Jaemins place with him and his friends who, a this point were your friends too. Jaemin had been quick to his feet to get some meat for a barbecue (after you had said you were craving ribs) along with Jeno, and Jisung who had tagged along for snacks; leaving you with Chenle, Renjun and Mark as Haechan was arriving later.

“ Y/n, I know that we've kinda asked this question before, but we wanna like reaaally discuss it this time” Mark starts with his hands clasped, thumb rubbing over the back of his hand. “Have you ever like, with Jaemin like, have you ever-“ “seen him as more than a friend?” Chenle cuts him off eagerly, Renjun staring at you with anticipation. “Uhmm, what does that mean?”

Truth is, you hadn't actually really thought about it. It's only at times like these when one of these three slyly ask you these types of questions, only then is when you really think back on your relationship with Jaemin. 'Y/n, really think about it okay.’

He's a really reliable person, call him and he's there for you, whenever you need. When you're hungry, or when you've had a bad day at work, or a bad week, just wherever a pick me up hang out sesh is in order. Even when you don't need him, he's there, invading your personal space or in your kitchen cooking food. In other words, you really trust him and he's someone really special and important to you as you want to be the person he can rely on too. A shoulder to lean on. Someone you can always count on.

How he would always offer to pick you up from work or to just be your chaperone in general. The activities he books for you two, How he put his hands over yours while you were making pottery mugs. Not just your booked activities but things you two do together, buy groceries together, head to the market together he'd even go with you to any cosmetic appointments like nails,a hair cut, being your hair done, no matter how long because he loves you (but you still remain oblivious.)

"Hmm well, he might make a good boyfriend..

They're all almost giving you deathglares at this point a really good boyfriend" "aaaaaaaand?"

"And? We're just friends, I know that how he sees it, he's just that nice to everyone, thats jow jaemin is." "YIn, what are we going to eat today?" Renjun deadpans "who shot up out of their seat and threw their shoes on as soon as you said you were craving Barbecue meat" chenle adds "Be so serious Y/n..

Truthfully, the possibility Jamin ever liked you never crossed your mind, you just thought he was kind to everyone, which is why you refrained from seeing him in that way.

"Would you kiss him?" Mark questions while smirking and raising his eyebrows.

Would you kiss Jaemin? You thought to yourself covering your face out of shyness, Thinking back to the times you'd see his teasingly try to kiss jisung and everyone else when teasing, skipping you (out of respect) only wishing you'd be included too. Thinking back to the vlogs he'd take randomly in the day and send to you where half his face takes up the whole camera when you notice your lips drifting towards his as his soft voice ambiently rambles on in the background of your chaotic thoughts innocently going on about what this old lady said to him in on the way to work.

You uncover your eyes only to be met by Haechan right in your face, lips puckering. "EW HAECHAN GROSS" you say whacking his head to the side. "Everyone THIS is a NORMAL REACTION to thinking about kissing your bestest friend in the world, not that minute long evaluation" haechan goes on to explain after conducting his research. “Ok y/n you're not fooling anyone, it's so obvious you like him" Renjun blurts out. "But it's ok, we're here to help, we're not going to tell him anything, we're here to support you Y/n" Chenle adds. "I'm afraid if you don't take our Jamin off of us, no one will" Haechan says faking tears. "yeah man, that dude hasn't even held hands with anyone before-" Renjuns hands is flying to marks mouth at that pin point "we're supposed to be hyping him up" he says massaging his nose bridge out of stress.

Little do you know, Chenle has been recapping your whole conversation, taking notes of your body language in their groupchat Y/n and Jaemin K-1-S-S-I-N-G' with Chenle, Mark (because he begged to be added), Renjun, Hyuk and Jaemin

*what a liar*. So Jamin knows what's going on, and throughout the conversation, the 4 sitting in-front of you had been slyly messaging in the groupchat, and when Jaemin, Jeno and Jisung get home, it's time for phase two of their self curated plan.

Jaemin sits down on the other side of the couch next to you while Jeno stands over the nearest couch to the door, Jisung sits right im between you two to show you the snacks he got meanwhile the original for audibly sigh, slap their foreheads and roll their eyes (this is why Jisung wasn't added to the g) they all get up, Mark signalling to Jeno to go and Chenle grabbing Jisung by his hoodie and dragging him out.

God, what's going on, what have they done your thought to yourself as you're left in the room with a very nervous Jaemin.

Jeno had gone to start the barbecue, Jisungs probably in the basement playing games and who knows where everyone else is.

After an unusably long moment of silence, Jaemin takes a breath and goes "do you want to go out to the patio dining area?" You agree and the two of you are now outside, on your backs opposite each other on his garden chairs, staring at the stars.

The sky is clear, with the faint smell of the barbecue and smoke in the distance, and the crickets chirping. It's a good day today, what a relaxing way to end it. "Hey" he says, "hey" you say turning to look at him who's already looking at you. You guys are never this awkward. What's going on.

"Let's finish this conversation another time" he says swiftly getting up, heat rushing to his cheeks.

You get up following suit "let me see what Jenos doing" he exclaims preparing to run away; but before he can you grab his wrist, spinning him back around. "Why should we continue it later?"

You ask.

"Because." "Because what" "it's too

hard" "what's too hard?" You say in disgust, taking a step back "NOT LIKE THAT GOD Y/N" he screams swinging his hands to his head gripping his hair while crouching down. "I'm joking" you say giggling to yourself. Shooting back up "it's that" he says pointing at your smiling mouth. You just look up at him confused and he does a little 360 spin of frustration. " listen, let's talk another time he says turning back around to go to Jeno, which you only grab his wrist and spin him back round. "Don't want to" you tease as he covers his face.

“You're too much for me, I don't know how much longer I can do this" he sighs "DO WHAT!?" « CAN'T SAY!" "WHY NOT" "BECAUSE | SAID SO!???"

"Na jaemin you drive me crazy"

" DRIVE YOU CRAZY!?" he laughs pointing to himself and you as he says each pronoun, wiping his forehead and turning around, laughing at what you just said.

*You can't even imagine what I'm going through" he says as he runs his hands through his hair

"THEN JUST TELL ME!!???" "NEVER" you push him onto the couch and get on top of him, holding him by his collars "Na Jaemin I swear to god" *if you don't tell me right now I'm going to lose my mind" you say holding up your fist at him who's shielding his face.

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Meanwhile

"OH MY GOD THEY'RE GOING TO KILL HIM I CAN'T WATCH" Haechan exclaims covering his eyes yet peeking through the gaps *SHUSH THEY'RE GONNA HEAR YOU" Renjun whisper shouts. I can't believe he only lived until 22" he says wiping his fake tears *if I knew this was how it would turn out I wouldn't have said the things I said" Mark cries, with genuine tears "dude are you seriously crying?" "SHUT UP LOOK LOOK LOOK"

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". fine.. I'll tell you..... if you get off of me"

You agree, releasing him, standing with your arms crossed "shoot'

"So I-* he runs away before he finishes, instinctively you run after him, tackling him to the ground when you catch up to him.

Both breathing frantically, hearts beating fast as you land on top of him, hovering over him, just staring into each others eyes.

"What is it" you whisper, curiosity eating you alive

"Fine, l'lI tell you" he whispers matching your tone, looking down at your lips and then back to your eyes.

“Y/n" he pauses, looking back at your lips then to your eyes, “I think, I like you" he says in his low whisper voice, his voice sounding like honey dripping down your ears.

Everything about this is perfect wow. Your heart has been beating abnormally fast for too long to blame it on the running you did moments before.

You two just stare at each other for a while, your elbows now reaching the floor, your hands delicately above his head grazing his silk strands, his hands on either side of his head.

"Am I being rejected?" He smiles responding to your silence.

"no.”

"do you like me as much as I like you?" "maybe."

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yes"

His hand delicately holds your jaw, your eyes fluttering closed as he brings his head up off the ground to join your lips together, in a short, sweet kiss. He draws back slowly opining his eyes, and you follow suit. His lips form into a wide grin, and you pinch his cheeks,he just stares back at you, with joy filled eyes.

"So can you get off of me now?" "Hm?" "I said can you get off of me now?”

He repeats again in a teasing way, tickling your sides, you roll over squealing to lay on your back next to him, staring up at the sky, heart swelling with happiness. I can't believe he likes me.

Your sweet moment is soon interrupted by Jamins balcony door opening to see Renjun, Chenle, Haechan and Mark come out cheering 📣📣

"JAEMIN YOU'RE SO COOL!!!!" You hide your face in the crook of Jamins neck. *Jaemin what are we Haechan screams cooing, imitating your voice to which you put your fist up and he hides behind Renjun. "Man I wish Jeno was here to see this" mark sighs " who said I wasn't he comes out of the barbecue section on the side of the house with his phone on record mode. Only making the situation ten times worse.

"Jisungs too stupid to understand this, leave him out of this" Chenle grimaces. "RIGHT, EVERYONE ASSEMBLE ON THE PATIO FOR A CELEBRATORY BARBECUE" Haechan shouts from the balcony while Chenle messages Jisung that there's food.

You're now all seated at the outside seating area, enjoying the barbecue that you so rightfully suggested, noticing Jamins eyes constantly on you, which you chose to ignore. But every time your eyes meet, you just feel more and more queasy, lovesick and you need a break. His smile only grows more and more from ever dirty look and action you make trying to get him to stop looking.

"So can I be your boyfriend?" Jaemin blurts out across the table, Jisung in shock.

"OOOUUU JAEMINNN" everyone but Jisung coos

"Yeah,I guess" you say looking down at your lap, Haechan beginning a group applause.

"Damn, she stole my bitch" Jisung sighs

"Jisung you're actually so cringe" Renjun sighs

"Never say that ever again" Chenle adds.

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petersbaby · 1 year

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Hey guys. I had a little bit of an attempt several days ago so I’m still down and trying to get to feeling better, on new meds now. I know it isn’t that deep but I LOVE this account and all the people who are so nice to me here, so I feel really sad and guilty that I haven’t felt like being on this app lately. I’ll be back.

Right now I’m posting the story I have sitting in my notes :)

I’m not sure what to call this, it was inspired by this ask and i accidentally turned it into a cute lil Gareth love story. Let me know if you wanna be tagged for credits, I wasn’t sure <3

Warnings: TW SA

“I’ll see you later. Be out in the parking lot on time or I’m not taking you home with me.”

“W-why are you always trying to leave me at school?” You ask defensively as you shut the passenger side door after getting out.

“*i* don’t try to do anything. You’re just slow sometimes and I don’t have the patience.” He scoffs and you both go into the school, parting ways to your respective classes.

Once it was lunchtime, you headed to the cafeteria. You had some friends here and there, but no one you specifically say with. You just kind of went where there was room.

As you got in line for food, you heard a bunch of laughter and comments from behind you, and you knew that the presence you felt was a group of basketball guys. You tried to ignore them, but it became clear soon that they were talking about you.

“Jesus Christ, that skirt’s short. She knows what she’s doing.” One boy commented.

“Yeah, dude, like I could just-“

You feel a hand on your ass, taking a generous handful and groping.

You gasp, turning around immediately. It was Jason. He just had a stupid fucking grin on his face, his friends were laughing. Your face turned red with embarrassment and a little bit of fear.

You turn back around, pulling your skirt down lower, and finish getting your food. Immediately after you pay, your desperate eyes scan the whole room full of people. You search for the Hellfire Club table, and find it quickly knowing the general vicinity of where it’s at. Eddie didn’t ever want you sitting there, said it was just a guy thing.

It was new, and a little scary, but you had to go to someone who cared about you. Yes, your step brother is an asshole, but you know he loves you. He’s drunkenly admitted it many times, and you always said you loved him too.

You head straight for him, where he was in the middle of a conversation with Mike. They were so engaged that they didn’t notice you standing there holding your tray at first, Gareth had to tell Eddie to look up.

“What do you want?” He asks.

“I- Eddie, I need to tell you something.”

“Can’t it wait? We’re talking about important shit right now here.” He gestures to his friends.

Your eyes filled with tears, you felt them stinging as one fell and your lip started to quiver. You just stand there.

“Shit. Wheeler, get up. Let her sit.”

You plop down in the now free seat beside him.

“What happened? Someone bully you?”

You did get bullied. He knew that. He just figured some bitchy girl hurt your feelings or smacked the books out of your hands or something.

“Yeah.. well… maybe no. I don’t know. It was Jason, he- he grabbed me. In the line. He grabbed my butt and all of them laughed.”

A few more tears fell as you let your shoulders relax a little now. There was an expression on his face that you had never seen before. He was thinking, thinking hard about something, and he was angry, pissed. The other guys look panicked, waiting for how Eddie was gonna handle that information. They knew it wouldn’t be pretty.

“Eds?” You ask, quietly, concerned.

He slams his hand down on the table and stands up quickly. He locks his eyes onto where the group of boys had sat down and were eating and barreled straight towards them.

He goes and grabs Jason by the collar of his jacket, yanking him down into the floor. Everything seemed to go a little quieter when everyone heard the impact of his body on the hard laminate flooring. His friends get up, starting to try and help Jason up and get Eddie away, but he doesn’t allow it.

“Stay the FUCK back. You fuckin’ pussies.” He yells at them.

“What the hell is your problem, freak?” Jason asks, scrambling back up to his feet.

He doesn’t get an answer, only a hard blow to the face. He immediate grabs his nose, feeling blood start to spill out of it.

“You wanna touch girls? You wanna touch my little fucking sister?”

Another punch. One after another. Jason’s friends once again try to intervene, but Eddie fights them back. He ends up on top of Jason in the floor, beating the shit out of him and cursing him out until staff came in and forcibly removed him from the other boy.

You and all the other guys at the table with you watch with wide eyes and slack jaws. Holy shit.

You can’t hear what the staff members told him, you can just see them holding him by the arms and taking him out of the room. Jason’s friends are finally able to help him, one of them runs to get the nurse because he’s bleeding all over himself.

“Holy shit.” Mike comments, echoing exactly what you were thinking.

“I’m so sorry, y/n, that guy’s a real piece of shit. He got what he deserved.” Gareth tries his best to soothe you, taking your shaking hand in his from across the table and squeezing it.

“It’s okay. What, uh, what’s gonna happen? To Eddie?”

“They’ll just suspend him. Probably a couple of weeks.” He shrugs, as if that’s normal.

“Two weeks?? They’re gonna do something worse to me now, knowing he’s gone and no one will protect me. To get revenge.”

“Fuck that. I’ll protect you. It’s what Eddie would want.” Gareth responds.

“Wha- really?” You ask quietly, almost in disbelief and also blushing at his kindness. You never knew he was so sweet.

“Yes, really. I’ll walk you to your classes, and you’ll sit with us at lunch for the next couple weeks til Eddie’s back. Right, guys?”

Everyone nods.

“Thank you guys. I’m sorry, uh, about all this. I didn’t know he’d do that, now you don’t have your dungeon master.”

“Wait, you know about D&D?” Gareth seems shocked, and you laugh shyly.

“Of course I do. He is my brother, after all.”

“Don’t worry about that.” He pauses to think. You both start to say something at the same time, but you let him go first.

“We’ll just play somewhere else than school.”

“I was just about to say that.” You laugh. “You could do it at my-our.. Eddie’s house.” You stumble over the words.

When the bell rings at the end of the day, you go outside and step into the fresh air. Shit, you forgot Eddie got sent home. You start to panic, thinking of who could give you a ride home, but you hear the rumbling of that shitty van pulling into the parking lot. You look up, and he pulls up right in front of you, motioning you to get in.

“Eds, you’re not supposed to be here, are you? They said you’re probably suspended.”

“I am. But I just can’t go into the school. I had to come back for you, you really think I’d leave you here?”

“You kinda imply that, like, a lot.”

“Well I don’t fuckin mean it, okay?”

“Sorry.” Your eyes sting again. You just wanted to go home and never leave your bed again.

He takes a deep breath.

“No, y/n, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. I’m really fucking mad, but not at you.”

“Oh. Okay.” You say, quietly.

At home, you go straight to the bathroom, mind fixed on washing Jason’s touch off of your body. You take a hot shower and scrub hard, crying softly so that you are not heard.

When you get out, on your way to your room, you hear Eddie talking to his uncle downstairs. You were worried he’d be in trouble, but Wayne didn’t sound mad. You catch the sound of him saying “I understand” before retreating to your room. You put on new clothes and just went to sleep. When you wake up, it’s dark out. You look at the clock. 11PM.

“Hey. I just wanted to check on you.” Eddie says softly, entering your room. He sits down at the foot of your bed.

“Hmm- I’m okay. Are you?”

“You’re sweet for caring but don’t ask me. I’m asking you. You didn’t deserve what happened to you today.”

“Well… I took a long shower, that made me feel a little better. But still just a little shocked.”

“Well listen, I’m gonna tell my friends to watch over you until I’m back, okay? You don’t have to worry.”

“Oh, yeah, they already told me. That’s really nice. You guys were really nice to me today.”

It had really meant the world. He saw that, but tried to brush it off. Too sweet for him to even deal with, you were.

“Okay, good. That’s good. You can get back to sleep, I just wanted to check on you before I went to bed.”

“Okay.”

The next day, you get home from school with your mom. She was going to take you and pick you up now, since Eddie wasn’t going for the time being and you couldn’t possibly ask him to do that. He already did enough for you as it was.

You head straight for Eddie’s room, wanting to see how he is. He’s just laying in his bed, playing guitar. His friends already missed him, and you missed him.

“Hi, eds.” You softly open his door.

“Hey.” He responds simply.

“Are you mad at me?”

“Huh? For what?” He looks confused.

“Getting you kicked out of school. I’m really really sorry.”

“Nope, not at all. And you’re not the one that got me kicked out, I did it myself.”

“You did it…. For me, though.”

“Stop it. It’s not your fault and I’m not mad. Seriously.”

“Well.. tomorrow’s the day. I thought you guys could play here, you know, instead of school. We all thought it was a good compromise.”

“‘We’, huh? You talking to my friends? I’m proud of you.”

“Wha-“

“I know you’re shy and timid, so it’s good to hear you’re talking to them and getting along so well. They only want the best for you, so do I.”

“Really?”

“Of course. I care about you, you know.”

“Oh. Thank you. I care about you too.”

He doesn’t want to continue this, talking about mushy feelings, so he just tells you to go do your homework. You feel it, the love.

“Hi eddddsss. I’m home.” You say before dropping your bag off in your room. He gets up and comes to see you.

“I see. Oh, shit, I’ve got to get ready fast. I lost track of time.” He realizes his friends will be there soon, also having just gotten out of school.

“What were you doing, sleeping all day?” You joke. He doesn’t answer, and you know that it was actually true now.

“That’s okay. You deserve it. The rest.” You add.

He smiles, he fucking smiles, and you just move without thinking. You go to wrap your arms around him in a hug, and he stays stuff for a moment but soon gives in, letting you melt into his chest.

When you pull away, you smile at him, and he smiles again. You weren’t sure if you crossed a boundary or if he wanted a hug, but he got one anyways. You were just grateful for him.

“You saved me.”

“You’re so dramatic. I did what I had to do for you.” He concludes, heading down to the living room to set up.

You were excited for tonight, the whole group together again. You decided you wanted to join in, just as a spectator.

That included the setup too, you just sat and watched while Eddie prepared the space. When you heard a knock at the door, you’d get up to let them in.

Soon, the boys were all here, gathered around your living room table. You went back and forth getting them drinks, they basically drained your entire supply of soda.

You always settles back down onto the couch, though, and this time you look down, looking at Gareth. It’s almost as if he instantly feels your gaze, because his eyes flick up and meet yours, wide and blown out pupils.

You smile at him, he smiles back, and you both blush. He shakes it off, trying to focus and stop thinking about you, but he knows you’re watching his every move. You soon stop, feeling like you’re making him nervous, and just payed attention to everyone in general.

“More Coke, eds?” You ask the boy at the end of the table.

“Uhh, fuck it, can I get a beer?”

“Mhm.” You nod.

He gets comments about how he better not turn into an alcoholic and never come back to school. He tells them to shut up.

At school, you’re doing your routine walk to and from classes with Gareth. The day is almost over, it’s the second-to-last period. He’s waiting outside the door of your classroom as soon as you walk out.

“Hey.” He says.

“Hi.” You smile.

You walk closely together, you’d seemed to have gotten closer every day to the point where now, your hands nearly touch. You feel yours brush up against his, but you don’t know if he notices it. You just try to let it go, don’t think about it so much, it’s normal. You had to walk close, the halls were packed. Right?

No, there really weren’t that many people. They brush again and suddenly his big cold hand is on yours and his fingers are intertwined with yours. He just looks straight ahead, trying to fight a smile but still showing a dimple.

You look down at your feet as you walked hand in hand, trying not to smile just like he was. You’re secretly so sad that you have to let go once you arrive at the door. You don’t say anything, just go inside. He walks to his own class, wondering what you were thinking.

What you were thinking was that you didn’t quite realize it til then that you actually liked him. A little bit of it was always there, from the moment he held your shaking hand that day in the cafeteria to comfort you. It had really worked.

You were thinking about his eyes, the way he looked at you last night. It was a fleeting glance, but it felt like something. Like it had something behind it. About his smile, about how he was just about as shy as you were. And so sweet.

He was thinking about how close he feels he’s grown to you in just a few days, and how important his job to protect you was. He realized he would do anything for you not to be hurt again.

He thought about how the other guys just looked at you as Eddie’s sister, someone who was just hanging around for the time being. He saw you. He didn’t even think of Eddie when he saw you, only how beautiful you really were now that he’d been getting closer to you.

You try not to think too much about it, but ended up writing a “G” with a heart next to it in your notebook anyway. You quickly scribbled it out. Weird.

The week passes, and now it was only a few days til Eddie could come back to school. It was also time for Hellfire again. You had gotten so used to being stuck to Gareth’s side that you weren’t sure how you’d adjust.

Eddie would take his place and protect you then. That’s all Gareth was doing, so why are you falling for him? He’s just watching over you, like he said he would. But all week, you’d been doing the same thing, holding hands walking to class and sharing looks over the lunch table. You weren’t sure what was happening or if there even was anything happening.

“Dude, I saw you two in the hall. You like her, I knew it.” Mike says, looking grossed out at the fact before you get to the table with them.

“Shut up.” Gareth whispers.

“You talking about him and y/n? I see it too.” Jeff adds.

“Dude.” Gareth whisper-yells again. “I like her. But you’re not going to say shit to Eddie tonight. I’m not ready to face him like that, I don’t know what he’s gonna do.”

He finishes his sentence right before you approach the table. They all smile at you.

“Hey, you okay? Sorry I didn’t stand in line with you, I didn’t want any food today. Shit’s gross.” He gestures to everyone’s trays full of mystery meat and peas.

“It’s okay.” You laugh, poking it with your fork. “Yeah, I don’t think I do either, now that you mention it.” You laugh, pushing it away from you.

The bell rings, and it’s time to go back to class. School drags on and you zone out the rest of the day, just sort of excited for it to be over, and for Gareth to be over. Granted it’ll just be you guys staring at each other, it was still something you looked forward to. Any chance to see him.

Later that evening, you make sure to freshen yourself up this time. You fix and reapply your makeup and change into a different outfit. Your mascara was extra dark and your lips were extra glossy. When you get downstairs, Eddie notices.

“What’d you get all ready for? Trying to impress the group of nerds and losers coming over?”

“No…” you trail off, not having anything to retort back with. It was true, but not the group, just one of them.

“Uh-huh.” He says, sarcastically, not believing you. Your blush gave it away. He just rolled his eyes and finished setting up.

An hour later, everyone was here.

“Are you excited for Monday?” Jess jokingly asks.

“Wha- oh shit.” Eddie realizes that he’s gonna have to go back to school very soon. “No, I’m not.”

They all ask him about what he’s been doing with all this free time, he tells them he sleeps a lot, and isn’t going to be able to cope with going back to waking up at 7AM. You sit in there with them, watching them again.

The game was complicated and confusing, but you were trying to feel like you understood what was happening. It kinda all sounded like a different language. You ended up with your eyes on the fluffy-curly-haired boy, seeing all the expressions he makes and listening to all the things he says.

Seeing his eyes light up or his eyebrows furrow, the dimples that form on his cheeks. His gaze eventually meets yours when there’s a lull in action, and it lingers, just looking at each other for a few moments.

One of the other guys punched him in the shoulder to get his attention back on the game, and he jumped a little which made you laugh. He noticed you giggling and smiled, shaking his head.

At the end of the day on Friday, you’re at your locker. When you open it, a piece of paper falls out and you pick it up. It’s folded and a little tattered with boyish handwriting.

“Do you feel it too?

- G”

You look around, but he’s nowhere to be seen. You only knew one G, and he’s not here.

You put the piece of paper in your pocket and smile to yourself. You pull out a sheet of paper and quickly write:

“I do.”

You fold it up small and run to sneak it into his locker, then head out to where your mom was waiting to pick you up.

The next morning, he’s waiting for you at your locker, clutching your note in his hand.

“Hi, Gareth.” You smile, entering your combination.

“Can we talk?”

Your heart drops. You didn’t want to, not out loud, you felt like you’d make it awkward.

“S-sure, about what?” You turn around

“About, uh…” he’s too nervous to speak. “fuck it.”

He leans in quickly and swiftly, pressing his lips onto yours. You’re surprised, but also really, really happy. You smile so much that you have to break the kiss because it’s no longer possible.

“Eddie’s gonna be so pissed at me.” Reality sets back in for him.

“No he’s not. We can tell him on Monday. Right now, can you just… kiss me again?”

You and Eddie arrive at school on the following Monday. He’s grumpy because he had to wake up early, and that he had to come back to this place.

He also didn’t want to see Jason’s stupid face, but was excited to see his friends. When he walks into the cafeteria for breakfast, everyone turns to stare.

People murmur about how he’s back, and about how he went crazy on the basketball team seemingly for no reason. You walk with him to the table, but don’t sit beside him this time, beside Gareth instead.

“Why’re you not sitting by me, do you think I have germs or something?” Eddie asks, a little offended.

“Eds.”

“What?”

You and Gareth were holding hands under the table, and you brought them both up to where he could see your fingers interlocked.

“Oh, shit.” He looks confused and is visibly trying to register in his brain.

“Are you mad?” You ask, a little worried that he would be. “Because if you are, be mad at me. Not him.”

“No, I’m not mad. Just surprised, that’s all.”

The topic seemingly closes just like that, and it isn’t mentioned again til the bell rings and you’re walking to class. Everyone leaves but he keeps Gareth at the table.

“Dude, I’m sorry.” He apologizes, thinking he was about to let loose on him.

“I said I’m not mad, chill. She can do what she wants. But I need you to know something, Emerson. You remember what I did to Jason? The way he was bleeding on the floor and crying for his fucking mommy?”

He nods, slowly.

“You hurt her and that will be you. Got it? She’s a special girl. I love her, man, I care about her, so just don’t hurt her. If you don’t, all is okay.”

“O-okay.” He stutters, surprised. Eddie pats him on the back, getting up to leave the cafeteria.

#gareth emerson fanfic #stepbro!eddie

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not-a-space-alien · 10 months

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K&J x MMSS 3: Kane & Valen Part 12

Chapter 12 of the third crossover with @whumpsday!

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Warnings: Explicit descriptions of sex (CisM/TransM, PIV), mentions of rape (off-screen)

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In this chapter: Valen and Kane's sweet homecoming

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When it gets dark out, Valen goes out and taps on Liz's truck window.

She wakes with a yawn. "What's the opposite of rise and shine?" she jokes. "Let's get all the stuff you're taking into the truck."

Valen has kept it light despite the presence of the truck--he knows Liz will be dropping them off at the border, and he doesn't really feel like carrying a lot even with Kane helping him. It's mostly just his books, and his lab equipment, the glass parts of which have been wrapped in tissue paper carefully. And, of course, the bag of mushrooms. Valen is not too attached to the furniture and decides to leave it here. He really has no idea what he's going to do with this house--he doubts he will really have the courage to come onto human territory again, except maybe to go to Jim's house.

Valen puts the stuff in the bed of the truck, then locks the door behind him for good measure. He gives his nonfunctional car one last morose gaze, and climbs into the truck with Kane. "I think I'm all ready to go, then."

The drive to the border is smooth, without issue. Kane can hardly believe he’s actually going home. Escorted by a hunter, no less.

"Alrighty, time for dropoff,” Liz announces when they get there. “Gimme and Jim each a call when you're at wherever you end up at, okay?"

"Thank you for everything,” Kane says sincerely. “And Jim. Especially after what I've done. I'm so, so sorry. Thank you so much for saving us."

"Yeah, well. Helping's my job." Liz is awkward toward Kane, but before she leaves, she gives Valen a big hug. "If you ever wanna come back to get more mushrooms or stuff from your house, lemme know. I'll escort you. We don't want a repeat."

"Thank you, Liz," says Valen, tearing up. "Thank you so, so much. I will be forever grateful for the kindness you've shown us. I will call you regularly. Stay safe. Goodbye."

"You stay safe too, buddy." Liz waves a final time before driving off.

"I can't believe we're really back in vampire territory," Kane says in awe, picking up half of Valen's things. "It's been so long. I thought I'd never see it again. I'll follow you?"

"Yes!" says Valen. "We’ll just go to my place. Oh, I wouldn't say this in front of Liz, but if I never see another human again in my whole life it'll be too soon."

Valen leads them through the woods to his place. It's very different from Valen's house in human territory--it's an apartment, and it's not right in the city, but it's pretty close to it and it's mostly where commoners live. Valen had made an arrangement with the landlord at this place and prepaid things a while in advance, and though he'd been gone a bit longer than anticipated, he's keeping his fingers crossed that there had been a grace period.

They get there well before sunrise, a little winded from all the running despite being more well fed than usual. But Valen doesn't care, he'd been running half from the sheer exhilaration of being free. They take the elevator up, and Valen is nearly shaking with excitement as they stand there getting closer to his apartment. He's never been so excited to see it, his little sanctuary that he'd carved out for himself, and to get cozy in it with his newly acquired Kane.

Kane smiles as he sees how excited Valen is in the elevator. "You're adorable," he can't help but comment. "I can't wait to build a life with you."

Strangely, Valen is starting to feel a little less powerful, here back in vampire territory--in human territory he was something powerful to be feared, but here....he was, to most people, a very confused and annoying woman who didn't know her place at best, at worst a disgusting sexual deviant. Despite the egalitarian nature of his and Kane's relationship so far, they were moving back into territory where Kane would be considered Valen's social superior in some ways, despite him also being an outcast for his defects.

That makes him feel vulnerable, but...

Valen flushes at the complement. Unlike Kane, he's been called cute and adorable and hot and sexy and any number of other compliments throughout his life, but he'd always known they were driven by an unspoken selfishness behind them. Kane is the first time a man would compliment him and it didn't feel like he was being consumed and dehumanized. It was unfortunate that it had taken getting dragged through such brutal debasement for it to happen, but Kane had already been with Valen at his most vulnerable and helpless, and he'd chosen to take care of Valen even at cost to himself every single time. He knew the driving factor behind the affection was joy at seeing Valen flourish in his own happiness, and not for what he was expected to provide.

I can't wait to build a life with you. For decades it'd felt like everyone had already built a life, either around him or for him and expecting him to simply step into it. But Kane and Valen already knew each other's lowest points, the other's most intense fears and weaknesses and shames, and had already come out saying to the other I accept the whole you, and I love you because of that, and not despite it.

The elevator dings. Valen steps out, fumbling with his keys. He is relieved when he opens the door to find everything untouched. His apartment is cozy, and actually has furnishings, a loveseat in the living room and art hanging on the walls. There's a string of white lights hung on the wall, which come on when he flips the switch, giving the room a soft gentle glow like starlight. "Well, this is my place," says Valen. "It's not the finery both of us were accustomed to... before... But it's mine, and it's the first place I truly picked out on my own and made my own space."

Kane wasn't sure what to expect after seeing Valen's dismally-furnished home in human territory. This is a proper home. Having spent a couple weeks at Jim's, it's not the first time he's been in a commoner’s home.

"It's lovely," he says with a smile. "It feels so nice to be somewhere... safe. Where we don't have to perform. Even with Jim, I was always scared of messing up, despite his kindness. Here, we can just relax."

He sets down the things he'd been carrying. "Screw finery. This is the best home I've ever seen."

Valen beams. He seems to beam a lot whenever Kane is around now. "I suppose we'd better let Jim and Liz know we arrived."

He walks over to the phone and calls Liz and then Jim to let them know. Despite his earlier proclamation, he's starting to miss them already.

He then calls his landlord to let them know he's back, and will send them whatever unpaid rent he owes tomorrow. He is informed that the landlord has been holding onto his mail, which he can come pick up at his convenience.

He hangs the phone up. "Well, Kane, how would you like to make your debut back into society? Want to call someone? Or spring a surprise on them tomorrow?

Kane groans. "This is going to be a fucking disaster. It's probably better to get it over with. I suppose I'd rather do it from here."

He takes the phone and dials his parents' home. He asks the servant who answers to please get his mother and father on the line. They are shocked to hear Kane is alive. Kane gives a very vague account of what's happened to him, basically boiling down to "I was captured by hunters and held prisoner for the past five years." Aldrich is very displeased to hear this and berates Kane for bringing even further shame on the family, for which Kane apologizes. He's on the verge of tears.

Valen holds his hand out. "Give me the phone."

"I'm here with Valen Kithrara." Kane says, and hands the phone to him.

Valen wishes Kane hadn't introduced him, considering what he’s about to say. "Aldrich de Sang? Your son just came back and told you about a very harrowing experience he went through, and instead of being happy that he is alive and well, you add to his misfortune by berating him for experiencing it. I can't imagine what sort of antiquated sensibilities would drive someone to hold their own kin in such low regard for trying their hardest to please you despite being born with a condition that they cannot help, and being perpetually shunned and ridiculed for it by the people who are supposed to love him. Frankly, I find it a wonder that Kane still cares about your opinion, and the reputation of his so-called family at all, considering you have made it completely impossible to please you, and the reward for actually doing so so very low. I'm frankly relieved that you're still rejecting him from the family, because that spares me the chore of having to interact with any of you forthwith." He slams the phone back into the cradle, breathing heavily after his outburst.

"I don't care anymore." Kane corrects quietly, though it's obviously a lie. He can't hold the tears back any longer, flowing freely down his face.

Valen comes over and wraps his arms around Kane. "Shh, it's all right." He sits them both down on the loveseat and offers Kane a tissue. "These people are supposed to love you, and it hurts when they don't, even if you don't want to care."

Kane wipes his face and leans into Valen. "Thank you. It's okay, I have you now." He sniffles. "Your parents are the same?"

He smiles. "They aren't quite that bad, but I can tell they love some imaginary version of me that they want me to be." The smile fades. "Priscus's parents are like this, though. It must just be what the nobility expects."

Kane nods. "Are you going to call anyone?"

He sighs. "I've.... not really been in contact with my family for a while before I left. It's never been quite this long without contacting them, but I'm not eager to break the silence. I'm sure they're worried about me.... But I'll just wait for them to call me, I suppose." His eyes water. "Most of my friends left me when I started expressing myself more genuinely, and whatever bonds I had left were broken when I left Priscus." He wipes his eyes. "And I've been just terrible at making new friends since then. I truly don't have anyone to come back to."

"You're not terrible at making friends. You and I became friends when you couldn't even communicate anything beyond yes or no." Kane points out, taking Valen's hands in his own. "It's going to be different now. And maybe... I'll try to reconcile with Bellamy. I know you two would love each other, if you met. You're actually very alike. And we'll make new friends, too. Ones who aren't shallow pricks."

"Thank you." Valen sniffles. "Is there anyone else you want to call? Do you want to call Bellamy now?"

"...I don't know his number. We haven't been friends since before the telephone was invented," Kane admits. "I could send him a letter, I suppose."

Valen smiles. "Okay, that sounds nice. We'll have to make a list of things to do tomorrow once the sun goes down. Get my mail, go to the post office, I suppose we'll need to stop by the blood bank...Do you want to lie down for now? I'm very tired."

"Yes, please. I'm very excited to be in a real bed for the first time. Not that Jim's air mattress and the mattress at your other home weren't great." Kane follows Valen to the bedroom and snuggles up to him.

The bed is soft and plenty big enough for two people. Valen had gotten used to the luxury of a large bed, and it was one of the things he'd allowed himself to get spoiled about and carried over to his new place. It's the softest and most comfortable thing either of them have experienced in ages.

Valen rolls over so he can look Kane in the eye. He feels so...warm and loved. "Kane....I've never felt this safe and at ease before...Do you want to try...making love for real?"

Kane goes rigid instantly. "Um, um, I, I don't know," he stammers. "...Have you done it before? Like... in a good way?" Valen knows he was a virgin before all this. He hopes that Valen, with more experience, can assure him it's supposed to be good and nice and painless and everything it hasn't been so far.

Valen smiles softly and strokes Kane's cheek. "Obviously we don't have to if you don't want to. We don't have to, ever. But I know that it's different when you're doing it with someone who cares about your feelings. Who will stop if you say no. I still want to experience that. I won't let the people who have abused me in the past take that away from me. It's true that it hasn't been...in a good way in the past, but the closest I've gotten was with Priscus, when he would give me time to relax. I know it would have been something wonderful if Priscus hadn't lacked certain qualities that you do have."

Kane is silent, thinking about it for a moment, then slowly nods. "...Okay. I want to at least try. But... will you take the lead?" he asks timidly. "He always made me... you were just- I want it to be different."

Valen's smile widens. "Of course, dear Kane. It will be different. It can't not be different." Here, in the safety of their sacred space, alone. The very air felt different.

"I love you." Kane takes Valen's face in his hands and kisses him deeply.

Valen kisses back. This was something they could never do, when Valen was muzzled, and it makes the tone different right away. Valen rolls over, on top of Kane, threading his fingers through Kane's hair gently, savoring the soft, warm feeling of the skin-on-skin contact. Neither of them are very good kissers, but they don't have any context to know this, so it doesn't bother them.

After a while of this, Valen can feel the heat in his loins getting harder to ignore. He gets up from the bed and rolls a drawer in the dresser open. He takes out a box of condoms, looking embarrassed. "Um...I know realistically I won't get pregnant, but I would like to use these anyway, just in case."

"Yes, I'd like to, too." Kane starts to relax. It really is different than before: they’re in Valen’s home, able to make their own choices, like whether or not to use a condom. It’s not up to anyone else anymore.

Valen watches as Kane undresses himself. He'd been thinking that taking each other's clothes off might be a sensual experience, but...with the way they'd both been forcibly stripped in the past, maybe that's for the best.

Valen then watches with fascination as Kane puts the condom on. He'd bought some out of curiosity a while ago, thinking he might use them eventually, and he'd opened a few to try and figure them out. He'd never actually seen one in use before. He'd figured out vaguely that you were supposed to unroll it somehow, but he'd never been able to figure out how to tell which direction to flip it in.

Valen likewise takes his shirt off, then his pants, sliding back onto Kane's lap in his underwear. Valen feels safe being on top, not pinned down underneath his lover, but now he's worried Kane doesn't feel safe on the bottom. "How does this feel so far?"

Kane looks up at Valen, beautiful above him. No one's shoving him against a desk and pressing painfully into him from behind. No one's forcing him on top of Valen, to violate him. It's just him and Valen now, and he looks happy for once, and there's no muzzle or cuffs or anything, and he's beautiful.

"F-feels good." he says awkwardly, face reddening. He reaches to gently hold Valen about the waist.

"Good." Valen straddles Kane, removing his underwear, the last barrier between them. The two of them have been so exposed to strangers in the past, but this feels safe. They both know they could at any time stop, and there would be no consequences, only more love, and that’s the exact reason why they don't want it to stop.

Valen had never done this position before. He'd always been on the bottom. He knows now that if they'd tried to do it with him on the bottom, he would have had a minor freakout. But this feels...good. He can set the pace, and control the insertion, and if he changes his mind, he can just get off.

Valen starts to rub himself, his eyes sliding closed, using his other hand to caress Kane's face. "Are you ready?"

With this plus the Priscus would give me time to relax comment, it suddenly occurs to Kane that he's been missing a crucial step. He knows it always hurt with Nick, and he desperately hopes he hasn't been hurting Valen each time out of sheer stupidity.

But he tries not to focus on that right now. There will be time to unpack that later. He doesn't want to think about the past when he's here with Valen.

He pulls Valen a little closer. "Yes." For the first time in his life, he's ready. "Are you?"

"Yes," says Valen. He has truly never felt so ready to be taken. He has never initiated, he has always fended it off, but now he wants it, and it's exactly as good as he'd imagined it could be. He positions his hips to align with Kane's, then lowers himself down, guiding Kane's shaft in with his hand. He makes a satisfied moan as it slides in, and he clings to Kane, breathing heavily on his skin. "Oh--Oh Kane, you feel so good in me right now."

The praise sets off little sparks inside Kane. Valen is so warm, and he feels so good, and after everything that happened, he never thought it could feel like this. "You- you too, you feel amazing." Kane bucks his hips into him, finding a steady rhythm in this new position, Valen bouncing on top of him.

Valen does something Kane has never seen him do before, something Valen has in fact never done with a partner before. He orgasms. It happens shockingly fast, but he was already almost dripping wet before they'd even undressed, intoxicated on the feeling of genuine connection and love, and the position allows him to rub himself just right. He spasms, squeezing his thighs, free hand having a death grip in Kane's hair, eyes rolling and letting out breathy, whimpering moans as he rides the waves. The sensation is almost too overwhelming until he comes down from it.

Kane gasps as he feels Valen squeeze around him, and he soon follows, the sensation of cumming into the condom strange in its newness. Breathing little pants, he looks up at Valen, loving the feeling of him holding his hair, feeling safe in his grip. Kane sighs dreamily, relaxing under him.

Valen goes limp on top of him, feeling wrung out, but in a good way. "Oh... that was wonderful."

Kane wraps his arms around Valen, burying his face into his shoulder. "Mm-hm." he squeaks.

They both fall asleep quite quickly afterwards. The whole order has been very tiring, but they have as much time to rest as they want now.

***

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