#*tap dances into ur dash*

[prscus]

❆・:*｡  (    froy  gutierrez.   twenty-five.   cis male.   )   look  who  entered  the  cabin  !     it’s  PERSEUS  “ PERCY ”  DE  LEÓN.  HE  is  known  for  being  the  POLYMATH  of  the  group  &  that’s  because  they  can  be  INCISIVE  but  also  RETICENT.   we  bet  they’re  excited  to  be  coming  back  to  the  cabin.   they  believe  YOU  MAKE  MY  DREAMS  ( COME  TRUE )  by  DARYL  HALL  AND  JOHN  OATES  is  the  best  way  to  describe  them.   wonder  what  trouble  they’ll  be  getting  into  this  season.

hey,  hi,  hello  !   i’m  jacey,  and  this  is  the  group’s  resident  dork   🤓   percy.   under  the  cut  you’ll  find  more  info  about  him.  <3

:   / /    𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴  𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴.

full  name:   perseus  alexander  de  león

nickname:   percy  (  preferred  )

date  of  birth:   november  18

age:   twenty-five

gender:   cisgender  male

sexuality:  pansexual  &  panromantic

occupation:   software  engineer

read  more  on  his  statistics  page  !

:   / /    𝙱𝙸𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚈.

perseus  de  león  was  born  in  the  heart  of  ensenada,  mexico

his  father  was  in  love  with  greek  mythology,  so,  he  named  his  firstborn  after  his  favorite  hero  (  and  later  naming  percy’s  younger  sister  persephone,  a  greek  goddess  )

to  him,  family  was  everything.  his  parents  taught  him  the  importance  of  family,  and  also  provided  him  with  all  of  the  love/support  he  needed  growing  up

when  percy  was  about  ten,  his  father  was  offered  a  job  as  a  history  professor  in  michigan  state  university,  so,  they  packed  their  bags  and  moved  to  a  small  town close  by

life  in  america  was . . .   definitely  something  to  get  used  to.  the  culture  was  completely  different  from  what  he  had  back  home  in  mexico,  so  moving  was  overwhelming  for  him

he  had  a  hard  time  making  friends  at  school,  since,  the  language  barrier  made  it  difficult  for  him  to  connect  with  and  often  spent  his  time  behind  a  computer  on  club  penguin  or  playing  halo  rather  than  hanging  out  with  others  after  class

he  was  a  shy  kid;   while  his  parents  encouraged  him  to  go  out  there  and  make  friends,   his  social  anxiety  said  no

this  transferred  over  all  the  way  to  high  school,  which,  kind  of  benefited  him  considering  he  excelled  in  his  classes  through  and  through.  4.0  gpa,  ap  classes,  high  sat  scores,  he  was  killing  it  academically  throughout  his  entire  high  school  career

it  wasn’t  until  the  beginning  of  his  sophomore  year  when  he  met  a  group  of  people  who  later  became  not  only  his  core  group  of  friends,  but  family.  <3   they  made  him  feel  comfortable  enough  to  come  out  of  his  shell

even  though  he  was  accepted  into  cal  tech  and  studied  computer  science  in  southern  california  for  his  entire  college  career,  he  never  lost  touch  of  his  life  back  home.   he  made  sure  that  every  year,  he  would  show  up  wherever  they  planned  to  meet,  and  it  would  always  feel  like  nothing  really  changed 

then  came  2019,  when  their  tik  tok  went  viral.   percy  first  said  no  to  the  spotlight,  showing  up  in  these  videos  making  a  😗 ✌️  and  not  saying  a  word.  though  as  viewers  began  to  demand  his  appearance  and  hyped  him  up,  it  boosted  his  confidence.   slowly  but  surely,  he  became  a  real  part  of  it,  even  if  his  tik  tok  dancing  gives  severe  secondhand  embarrassment 

fast  forward  to  the  present:    now  with  the  2nd  season  of  the  mtv  show  in  action,  his  goal  is  to  be  more  open  and  out  there,  while  simultaneously  never  losing  himself  to  the  fame

:   / /    𝙴𝚃𝙲𝙴𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰.

kinda  has  a  really  soft  voice,  and  when  people  say   “  can  you  speak  a  little  louder ?   ”   it  makes  him  want  to  curl  up  and  cry

definitely  a  night  owl,  and  will  always  need  a  coffee  in  the  morning

the  biggest  star  wars  fan;  has  a  collection  of  lightsabers  and  lego  sets.  don’t  ask  him  about  star  wars  unless  ur  ready  to  hear  him  talk  about  it  for  hours.   also  if  ur  lucky,  he  may  even  bring  out  the  yoda  impression  when  he’s  tipsy  FDJGHD

even  though  he’s  in  utah  filming  the  show,  the  boy  is  still  working.   legit  workaholic  and  sometimes  in  certain  shots  when  filming,  u  will  catch  him  on  his  laptop  w  his  lil  glasses  on  either  coding  or  in  zoom  meetings  

this  is  how  i  picture  percy  looking  like  now  !!!!

100%  the type  of  person  who  will  take  care  of  u.   ur  sick  ?   he  will  bring  u  soup.   feeling  down  ?   he  will  let  u  vent  to  him.   car  broke  down  in  the  middle  of  the  highway  ?   he  will  drive  down  to  u  and  help  u  put  ur  spare  tire.   i’m  pretty  sure  his  love  language  his  acts  of  service

the  amount  of  graphic  shirts  he  has  is  insane,  and  he  especially  loves  the  ones  that  have  cheesy  captions

[ddostoyevskyy]

hellooo, I was wondering if you can do something with bsd characters. [hc/scenario] kunikida, tecchou, jouno, and chuuya and if you can Dazai, (it’s ok if you don’t wanna do all but pls include kunikida and jouno 😭) basically them proposing to fem!reader. thxxxx love ur writing

BSD MEN! + proposal.

↳ feat. Kunikida, Chuuya, Tecchou, Dazai.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒... typical violence, suicide on Dazai’s part, Tecchou’s weird food habits.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... hello, omg. Haven't been active for a while and I found this on my inbox. I don't know how long this was laying for a while now. 😩 Sorry 'bout that. Anyway, enjoy!

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒... 563

HE'S DEFINITELY NERVOUS, hands trembling as Kunikida phases back and forth to the restaurant's comfort room. You agreed to a date with him after a long period of days without any interactions at all; only a few glances and reassuring smiles would appear everytime he caught your eyes in the Agency's office, piled with paperworks and you being caught up with minor missions. He heave a sigh as he stared in front of the mirror, eyeing his agitated reflection — fuck it, fuck his idea of getting married after four years, because right now, there's a ring on his pocket waiting for you. Although, he didn't want to scare you off — especially when he is definite and determine at proposing to you now.

IT FELT AS IF EVERYTHING SLOWED DOWN, the sound of guns, the smell of smoke as the ground tremble beneath your feet. Your heart quickens in excitement as you grinned when you saw a familiar fedora hat behind the vast of smoke, grabbing a pin bomb you found lying on the ground. Chuuya were unimpressed when he saw you grinning cheekily at him, yet he is relieved to see you without a single scratch. You dash towards him, paying no mind for the enemies behind your back — you jump to the man, wrapping your arms around his neck as you remove the pin, throwing the bomb behind as you offered the pin on his ring finger while his face flushed when he realized what you did.

HE’S GOT YOU INTO SOME DINING AREA AS USUAL as you watched Tecchou eats his own special recipe of a food, completely unaware of your fondly stares. Despite his weird antics and definitely much weirder food cravings, you stared at him, eyebrows furrowed as you watch him fumbles and cough, muttering something between it suddenly change flavors and I ate a bit too much — there’s no limit within his appetite, and seeing a pout appears on his face as his eyes met yours is confusing. He pulls a napkin over the table, wiping something small and shiny in his palm — sorry, I almost ate the ring — it was an unexpected move and you can tell how he’s waiting for your answer even though he hadn’t ask the question yet.

YOU CAN TELL BY THE WAY HIS BROWN CURLS DANCE WITH THE WIND. Dazai’s coat drapes on the tips of your shoulders as you watched the scene in front of you unfolds; the sun is setting as your eyes follows the way he tap his dainty fingers on the railings where it separate the bridge and the open ocean below; it illuminates with the shades of orange and hues of yellow and red, making your heart flutters at the sight of your man when he shifted his eyes on you and he smiles — although it didn’t reach his eyes, you knew up until then. There’s no hesitations when he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you down with him. As the waves crashed in your bodies — you knew it was something more than a declaration of love and a ring.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All Rights Reserved 2024 © ddostoyevskyy. Do not repost without permission or plagiarized.

[serxinns]

Scarlet Witch reader x Yandere Mha extras: Carnival

•The Class and a Couple of teachers decided to take a trip to the carnival to have some fun

•You were pulled around like some toys by your classmates bickering and begging you to go on a ride with them

•"cmon gumdrop" let's go on that roller coaster!" Mina said grabbing your arm trying to pull you there "No Let's go play some games and win some prizes!" Sato said trying to tug you away from the pink hair "but y/n promise to go on the spinning tea cups with me" aoyama said clearly irritated "No they should go with me they even said that this ride was manly" Kirishima chimed in coming out of nowhere the

•while the rest of the classmates were busy invisible hand tapped you on your shoulder you turned to see it was hakagure "Push let's sneak on the Ferris wheel before anyone notices" You nodded both giggling mischievously you both ran over to the Ferris wheel "all according to plan~" as she thought while the of you headed towards the ride surprisingly nobody was at the line so the both of you dash into a random crate and the ride started the both you giggling and imagine the look on your classmates faces when they realized you were gone

•During the ride hakagure was getting closer to you until y'all were shoulder to shoulder when you questioned it she said she was scared of heights and u didn't mind she started slipping your hand into yours and dazed into your eyes while you weren't focusing on her and was staring at the view while hakagure starting to daydream imagine her 1st kiss

• The 2 of you staring into each other's eyes ever so dreamily while caressing her face so gently and every touch makes her melt even more into her seat, you tell her how much you love her giving her all sorts of cheesy nicknames the moment was all perfect the view of the sunset, flower petals flowing in the wind, Your hair dancing against the wind making you look oh so beautiful and attractive the carnival music was playing her favorite romantic song the time was perfect, you took her face and was trying to lean for a kiss she was shocked and flustered at your sudden boldness but didn't mind at all matter of a fact it made want u more as you were inches between her face she closed her face bracing for it couldn't wait for her dream to finally come tr-

•A sudden stop made Hakagure stop her daydream and you were a bit shocked "Aww man why did the ride stop?.." you whined hakagure was irritated or dare they ruin her daydream it was getting to the best part! That's when you hear the sudden announcement "The ride currently not working please be patient so we can try to fix this issue and stay in your seats" "Ah shit..." While the two of you waited til help arrived hakagure was still upset about her ruined daydream and then she realized she could have a chance! She could confess to you right here right now! The time is still right just without all the other stuff but that doesn't matter it could still be a game changer! She thought

"Uh y/n I have something to tell you..." you turned your face to her hands fiddling with your legs wouldn't stop squirming around and you noticed her look down "What's wrong are you sick? We should call-" "No No! I'm fine it's just it's during these times I always like hanging out with you ur so kind, smart, and funny, even at times you can be a bit crazy but I wouldn't change it for the world," hakagure said softly as you tilted your head in confusion "I just wanted to say y/n that I li-"

•"Y/N!!!" A couple of familiar voices said at the same time Hakagure and you looked down to see that it was your classmates all looking up at you with mixed confused and worried faces

•"Oh hey guys!" You waved happily at your friends not caring that you were on top of ferries wheel as it rocked back in forth in a slow paste

•Sero and Tsuyu tried to make the 2 if you use their tape/tongue for a zipline down but you were too high up Bakugo tried destroying the Ferris wheel but everyone else immediately stopped him Mina wanted to help but doubted that acid was gonna helpful so she tried to reassure you that everything ok But then ochako got an idea she got shoji to float up there to where you were at momo created a safety net just in case "

Aizawa: Dont worry kids we'll get you down

Hakagure: No actually we're fine haha! It's all good we'll get down ourselves!

Iida: No need! that's super dangerous plus we already got Shoji floating your way be careful!!

Hakagure: *clicks teeth* You ruined the fun 😮‍💨

• After that the class checked to see if you were ok iida scolded at both of you to be careful and mostly blamed it on Hakagure and because he would never blame his darling Bakugo flicked your forehead calling u a dumbass and tried to force you to stay with his squad but Izuku his squad argued that you should stay with them and Ojiro and his gang tried to sneak you off but was caught so now the whole class is arguing Again while ur over here eating cotton candy with Aizawa

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hi there! I wondering if you could do an imagine with Morpheus x Reader where he catches y/n dancing to See You Again by Tyler the Creator and joins her in like a slow dance or continues to watch her in amusement. I just think the song is cute for him in a relationship dynamic. Also I really love your one-shots and how you write him. :`)

Make It Last Forever

Dream of the Endless x Reader

Summary: I wonder if you look both ways when you cross my mind.

Word Count: >800

Warnings: gender neutral!reader, they in da club, dream in LOVE, fluff™, typos, etc.

A/N: i literally just listened to this song rn (and by right now when you sent me this req all-hail-draculaura [btw i love ur url monster high purr HAHAH]) and the line, which is the summary, UGH GOOD SOUP! honestly, i feel like dream would like this song alshflhasfla HAHAAH i agree its a cute song for a relationship dynamic dont mind me just imagining dream dressed as my punk goth boyfriend like the gif as we go out clubbing, not that i have ever been clubbing before, but i would if i had him Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 @sloanexx

Dream was leaned against the table, arm rested on his side as he faced his lover, his lover that was fogging his senses, making his hands twitch, making his lips curl.

You were become his everything, and to a being that was there in the beginnings, that was a lot.

You were a good dancer. Dancing had drastically evolved throughout the ages, they highly varied with each species, and yet, here you were, swaying your hips absentmindedly and you had him in a chokehold.

You were mouthing the lyrics, moving on beat, moving by heart.

He watched how your face lit up when the next song played. He knew it well, for the artist had been musing his lovelorn often in the Dreaming. The Dream Lord now could practically see the memory of you first listening to the song, slowly loving it more and more.

He watches you turn with your hands in the air and your eyes closed. He can feel his being swell, even more overwhelmed with tenderness for you.

He stiffens when you turn to him and smile. He feels like a deer caught in headlights. His heart leaps up to his throat.

You dance over to him, so very suddenly off beat, so very suddenly making a horrible face, so very suddenly ripping his beating heart out of his chest with an emotion mere words could never describe.

The King of Dreams jumps out of his chair when you trip on your own feet because of your shenanigans. The rooms goes silent to him when he dashes and you fall to his arms, looking up to him like a bashful calf, unable to keep their body upright.

You smile at him and laugh. He does not hear it, nor does he make out what you say as you lean into him, making the very fabric of his existence ripple with a feel of contentment he has never felt in his eons of being.

You lead him back to his chair, smiling as you explain whatever it is you were explaining, then you reach out for his face, brushing his hair back, retracing the bridge of his nose, tapping the tip before leaning in to giggle.

And it was as though he was being born back into the world when he finally hears the words you sing as the music pans into his ears.

"You're the one that's always running through my daydreams-- have you been listening to a word I've been saying, baby?"

Dream sucks in a breath as you look at him with wide eyed inquisition. The scent of you doubles when you lean in. He feels a guilt crawl up his nape, "I admit I was too distracted to make out your words."

You let out a breath, annoyed but not really, no. In place of it, a concerned expression creeps up to your cheeks, "wait, is it the vibe? Are you not enjoying yourself? Are you overwhelmed by everything?"

Dream chuckles, turning to his lap, shaking his head, "I enjoy all we do together." He turns back to you, hand coming to your face, thumb rubbing your skin, "it is you that is overwhelming."

You freeze. You grow rigid.

"Your mere presence is so much to me that my being continuously tunes into segments of you, unwilling to miss a even the smallest fraction of your being. In all its irony, however, I miss other parts."

You watch as a line forms on his forehead. Truly, it was as though his concern for the matter was being emitted out into the air. A breath leaves your lips as you melt into a chuckle.

You think of something to say, "so... what you're saying is... I'm too hot to handle?"

A glass is broken in the other table. Neither of your break your gaze on each other.

Dream smiles, "in simpler terms," he agrees as he pulls your chair closer to him. He widens the gap between his legs so that you could bring yours in the middle, "though I fear such simple terms do not compensate for how utterly drawn my soul is to yours."

You hold back a smile, taking both his hands in yours, bringing them near you. You take a moment to look at him, chuckling with a wide grin before speaking, "and I love you."

He sighs, in a relief that matches someone who just removed the weight of the world off his shoulders. Dream leans in to kiss your lips. Your shared warmth is a salve for the burning yearning of his spirit to be comforted.

Offensively though, you offer him one short kiss and he very visibly frowns because of it. You giggle as you stand, releasing one hand of his to tug him in the other. You tilt your head to one side, slowly pulling him with you, "come on, Mr. Poet. Let's get out of here."

[boobstrider]

ur blog makes me wanna tap dance

Thank you... this is awesome. I hope more people dance when they see me pop up on their dash and such.

[dcfontaines]

I dont know much about Dean Martin or Jerry lewis but does jerry slap deans ass at the end of the gifset of them tap dancing or do mine eyes deceive me

i am so sorry that i put martin & lewis on ur dash im so sorry but yeah i think jerry does give dean a little pat as they run off :3

[theweasleysredhair]

Congrats!!! 🥳 This is heart-of-tempered-steel sending u a large bottle of champagne to commemorate ur milestone!🍾 I was wondering if the drabble event is still going on (bc it says “requests closed”? But if it is can I get a Fred Weasley x Tsundere!Female reader with angst 14 & 24 (both are under angst) with a side order of smut 10, please?

( @heart-of-tempered-steel ) i’m going to apologise now as i don’t really know what tsundere is, i’m sorry my love!! - but i hope you like this anyway!! and thank you so so much, you’re too sweet!! 🥰❤️❤️

theweasleysredhair’s 4.6k follower event!

[REQUESTS ARE CLOSED]

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14. “Why aren’t you with him/her?”

24. “Hmm. So you do have feelings.”

10. “I know you can be louder than that.”

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Character: Fred Weasley

Word Count: 1024

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Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit goes to whoever made it

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“Where’s lover boy?”

You turned around at the familiar voice, rolling your eyes as you realised it was Fred, “Well it’s none of your business, but I decided I didn’t want to be here with him anymore. Not that I really wanted to be here with him in the first place but somebody didn’t ask me so I had to go with him.”

“That somebody you’re referring to must be a bloody fool,” Fred shook his head playfully, knowing full well he was the ‘somebody’ you were referring to. He moved to stand beside you, looking out at the crowd of people who were dancing to the live band.

“Oh, he is,” you replied, crossing your arms over your chest. You looked up at him, admiring the way his ginger hair fell effortlessly, and hating how dashing he looked in his suit.

You then remembered he’d asked someone else to the Yule Ball - namely, Angelina Johnson. You weren’t mad - okay, you were a little. But you felt the anger was warranted - because whilst you weren’t with Fred, you thought he’d have asked you to the ball, especially with all the flirting that had been going on between you. But you were wrong. He’d asked her.

Your eyes flittered across the room, trying to find the girl in question, however you weren’t successful. Taking another glance over at Fred, who seemed have his gaze on you, you asked, “Why aren’t you with her?”

“Who? Angelina?”

You nodded. “She’s with her friends... and Lee and George. I asked her to go as friends, not because I fancy her, in case you were worried. Or jealous,” he teased you, nudging you playfully.

“I wasn’t worried! And I’m not jealous,” you insisted with a frown, “I just didn’t understand why you’d ask her when you’d been flirting with me. Especially since I-“

You cut yourself off, realising what you were about to admit, and who to. Unfortunately, Fred wasn’t the kind of person to drop it, and turned to you fully, “You what?”

“I... it doesn’t matter.”

“No no, it does matter! Especially since you what? Especially since you... fancy me?” He asked, his lips curving into a grin.

“N-No!” You stammered. You felt your cheeks warm and you heart rate quicken. Damn him for having this kind of effect on you.

He raised an eyebrow questioningly at you. You sighed, ducking your head so you wouldn’t have to look him in the eye, “Well- maybe.”

“Hmm,” Fred hummed, tapping his finger on his chin, “So you do have feelings for me.”

“I said maybe.”

“Maybe usually means yes though,” he shot you a smug smile as he rolled up his jacket sleeves.

“Fine. Yes,” you sighed, heart racing and feeling like your head was underwater with the overwhelming feeling that he was about to reject you.

“Good,” was your only response. You waited for a moment to see if he would continue, and when he didn’t, you turned to him.

“Is that all you’re gonna say? I admit that yes, I do kinda sorta fancy you and you just say ‘good’?” You asked softly, feeling more vulnerable than you had in your life.

“Yeah pretty much,” he shrugged.

You stared at him for a moment, before shaking your head at him in disbelief. Just as you were about to storm away, he reached over and grabbed your hand, making you stop in your tracks.

He smirked at you, running the hand that wasn’t holding yours through his hair and looking way too good whilst he did it, “Don’t worry so much, love, I fancy you too.”

“You do?”

“Course I do,” he replied, pulling you a little closer by your intertwined hands. He moved so he was now holding onto your waist, your arms on his shoulders, similar to the way other couples were stood as they danced.

He smiled softly down at you, his eyes flickering over your features as you felt him squeeze your waist gently, “Can I kiss you?”

You glanced around, to make sure no professors were around, or any students that were too close, just to find you were now stood in a darkened corner of the hall whilst everyone else was preoccupied with the music and the punch.

“Be my guest,” you smiled back at him. With that, Fred leaned down and closed the small space between you, pressing his lips against yours in a kiss he wished he’d initiated sooner.

The kiss was almost desperate, with a touch of neediness as Fred tried his best to show you how he felt about you. His hands were everywhere, touching as much skin as they possibly could.

“Did I tell you that you look absolutely stunning tonight?” He murmured against your lips, the pads of his thumbs running over the material of your dress.

“Well you look rather handsome in that suit if I’m honest,” you replied with a small smile.

“I’ll be sure to wear it more often then,” he joked.

He then went back to kissing you, hands moving around your thighs to grip the back of them, just below your bum as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, making you sigh happily against his lips and dig your fingers into his hair. His hands trailed up over your hips to your waist, then further up towards your chest, where he cupped your breasts through the fabric of the dress. He pulled away from the kiss a little to smirk at the moan you let out at the contact, “Oh c’mon, I know you can be louder than that.”

“We’re literally stood like ten metres from where all our professors and fellow students are!” You hissed, eyes wide as you glanced over to the dancefloor. “And?” Fred asked, as if he couldn’t see a problem with what you’d just said, “What if I want them to hear us- to hear you?”

“Oh for Merlin’s sake- Just take me up to your dorm instead,” you shook your head at him with a breathy laugh, grabbing his hand as he nodded with a wide grin,

“With pleasure, love.”

[nalgenewhore]

anything and everything

elide x lorcan, modern au, sick fic/domestic fluff, word count: 1874

The clock at the back of his classroom showed that there was two minutes left until lunch. The history teacher knew he’d lost his students three minutes ago, and tossed his printed copy of the PowerPoint onto his meticulously organised desk. “Alright, guys, I think that’s enough for today. Pack up and get out of here, yeah?” 

The sounds of rustling paper and shuffling bags filled the room. Lorcan unplugged his laptop from the projector and clicked it off, pushing the cart back to its corner. He heard his grade twelves’ easy conversations and jokes as they filed out, bidding him good-bye. 

“Bye, Mr. S,” Evangeline called, waving as she walked out, “thank you!” 

“You’re welcome, Evangeline. Have a good day,” Lorcan replied. No one else was in his classroom, so he pushed in the chairs and picked up the stray pencils that had been left. 

He slid his laptop into his bag and slung the leather strap over his shoulder. Lorcan left the blinds down from when they’d been drawn for the video he’d shown and flicked the lights off before he closed and locked the door. 

His hands were shoved in his pockets as he walked to the teacher’s lounge. Lorcan was the first there and he decided to call home, his phone in his back pocket.

As the phone rang, Lorcan grabbed an apple from the bowl of fruit and rinsed it before he ate it.

His fiancée picked up after two rings and sounded even more congested and hoarse than she’d been in the morning, “Hello, love. How’s your day going?” Elide coughed loudly, the sound deep and from her chest, “I’m feeling so much better, honestly, baby. I think I’ll just pop in and teach my last few class–” 

“Lee, you're sick. You'll collapse before you get to the front gate and you know it,” he said, nodding to Rowan, who walked in with Aelin and Lysandra. Nesryn couldn’t have been that far behind them. 

Elide huffed, knowing he was right and hating it, “I’m not sick, I’m not even barfing! I’m just achy and I have a cough, I’m fine.” 

“You have the flu, Elide. You do not have the energy to teach two classes - stay home.” 

She muttered something and Lorcan could practically hear her eye roll. “Fine. I can do video calls anyway, bye-bye, L, love you!” 

“That is not what I meant, Elide,” he protested, but Elide hung up. Lorcan sighed through his nose and put his phone in his pocket once more. The rest of the apple was gone in two bites. 

From one of the tables, the blonde science teacher looked over at him, a bite of leftover risotto and pink salmon on her fork, “Was that our Ellie dear? How is she?” 

“Stubborn and petty,” Lorcan grumbled in good nature. He tossed his apple core into the compost bin, “I’m done for the day, so I’m going home. Please don’t call me if you need help.” His colleagues laughed mockingly at his inconsiderate remark and Lorcan smirked, saluting them as he walked out. “Bye, guys. Have a good day.” He walked down the hall, waving and nodding to students he recognised. 

Lorcan passed two of his favourites, Luca and Evangeline. They stopped him to talk and they chatted about Luca’s upcoming debate and Evangeline’s English presentation. He wished them both luck and continued on, all but refusing to acknowledge any of his other colleagues. Lorcan didn’t have anything against them, save for a few, but he didn’t want to be dragged into a long conversation with them when his girl was home sick and miserable. 

Outside, it was raining, but light enough that it was more of a mist than any noticeable precipitation. Lorcan got into their old Volkswagen Jetta - the car that Elide had saved for during her last year of high school to buy - and pulled out of the parking lot, going slowly around the meandering students and teachers alike. 

Since he hadn’t eaten lunch yet and he had been dreading his tuna salad sandwich all day, Lorcan stopped by the local Blackbeak restaurant. He bought pierogies, borscht, sausage, and cabbage rolls. Knowing Elide loved them so, he added on an order of sweet, apple-filled piroshkis and sweet tea. 

Luckily, the wait wasn’t long and he tipped them well when they handed him the containers in two plastic bags, including a tray for their tea. Lorcan carried their food back to the car and put it on the passenger seat, carefully fitting the cups of tea in the cup holders. 

Lorcan got back in his seat and drove on, more slowly this time so the food would remain untouched. He’d tossed his phone onto the dash and it rang. He glanced over at it and saw Elide calling him. Since he was driving, Lorcan didn’t pick up and he would be home soon enough. 

He came to a stop at a red light and looked over at the text she sent him. 

princess: r u too busy to answer me cause ur with ur new WHORE. 

princess: dont even come home tn im so over ur disrespectful ass. smh. 🙄. cant believe i ever trusted a MAN. 

princess: bby im so hungry tell me what to get i cant decide 🥺 pls help me ill b so nice to uuuuuu ❤🖤🥰🥰😘 

Lorcan laughed and shook his head, driving on home. He pulled up in front of their townhouse a mere five minutes later. Carefully, Lorcan balanced everything and locked the car. He walked through the front gate and up the stone pathway. 

Somehow, he managed to carry everything and unlocked the front door. When he walked in, he heard someone’s long nails tapping across a laptop keyboard. Lorcan chuckled quietly and put his bags down. He hung up his jacket, put his keys in the silver dish next to Elide’s, and toed off his shoes. 

Lorcan walked down the hallway and passed the staircase, putting their food on the kitchen counter. Then, he rolled up the sleeves of his wool sweater and white shirt. He walked upstairs, “Lee? You in bed?” 

He passed their shared office and leaned against the doorframe, eyes landing on his fiancée. Elide had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, her dark hair pushed up in a messy bun. Her thick glasses were perched on the edge of her nose and when she looked up at him, Elide pushed them back up, “Oh, hi, love.” She looked back at her laptop and colour-coordinated lesson plan, still typing. “I didn’t know you were coming home, you didn’t have to do that.” 

“Evidently I did because my fiancée refuses to rest,” he said, shoving off the door and walking in. She rolled her eyes and frowned. Lorcan walked around to her side and crouched, twisting her chair around, “Elide. You’re sick. Your students are not going to be affected if you take a day or two off, now please. Can you just get back in bed? For me?” 

She clicked her tongue and sighed, “That’s cheating. You can’t say it’s for you when you know I’d do anything for you.” 

Lorcan smirked and cupped her face, his thumb stroking over her cheekbone, “Just doing what I can.” He surveyed her, his eyes not missing a thing. There was a slight sheen of sweat on her brow and her eyes were tired. Her skin was paler and more pallid than usual, the only spot of colour on the tip of her nose. She was restraining herself, but Lorcan could see her shivering. “How are you feeling?” 

“I’m… fine.” 

He arched a brow. Elide sighed through her nose and looked to the side. 

“Fine. I feel like shit. I’m tired and I have a headache and I’m so, so tired,” she whispered, tipping herself forward and leaning into him. “I hated that you left this morning. I wanted to be with you and… and let you take care of me.” 

Lorcan smiled softly and got to his feet, picking her up as well. Her head fell against his shoulder and he held her with one arm banded beneath her thighs. He cut off the camera and sent a bland message before signing out and turning it off. As he carried her out, Lorcan asked, “Are you hungry? Have you eaten anything?” 

Elide shook her head, “No… I was sleeping.” 

“I got food. Blackbeak,” he told her, smiling when she gasped wondrously. 

“O-m-giness.” Elide said softly, dancing her shoulders around. “You’re the best, baby. Did you get piroshki? The- the sweet one. With apple.” 

“Mm-hmm,” he said, pushing her hair back again. “And pierogies, tea, sausage, and cabbage rolls. Everything, even soup.” 

“I love you so fuckin’ much, man,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck. Elide’s face was comfortably hidden in the crook of his neck. She could smell his cedar cologne, the lavender dryer ball on his sweater, and the sweetgrass he’d smudged with. “We should watch When Harry Met Sally.” 

Lorcan huffed a laugh through his nose and kissed the side of her head, “Yeah. Sally’s a spaz.” 

“And Harry’s an inconsiderate asshat,” Elide replied, squeezing her thighs around his hips. 

They crossed through the door of their bedroom and Lorcan set her down on their bed. He left her be, letting her manoeuvre into her little nest of blankets, quilts, and a duvet. 

He changed into sweatshorts and a hoodie with their university’s logo before going downstairs. On his way, he re-did his hair in some tiered, sloppy and loopy bun. 

In the kitchen, he played some random song from his phone and bobbed his head as he served them both food. 

Lorcan carried their plates and bowls back upstairs. Elide got up to help her when he got to their room. On the TV that opposited their bed showed the main menu of When Harry Met Sally. He laughed quietly and shook his head, sitting down beside her and getting comfortable. 

Elide hummed delightedly and pressed play from her phone. She took the tea first and drank it quickly, suddenly ravenous. Lorcan passed her water and medicine. Elide took it and ate her beet soup, sans sour cream. 

The movie played and Lorcan ate his pierogies, gently sipping on his own tea. 

Done first, Elide put her dish to the side and leaned into him. She mouthed the lines, her eyes slowly falling shut. Lorcan grinned and finished the cabbage roll before easing out from under her and taking their things back downstairs. 

He got her more citrus tea and went back upstairs. The flu-ridden woman woke up when he got in bed and resituated herself. 

“I got the vaccine, baby,” Elide muttered, her arms wrapped around his neck, “and I’m still sick. I’m anti-vax now. They’re hoaxes.” 

Lorcan sighed through his nose, still adoring her dramatics. “You can’t say that to your students, Lee. They believe anything.” 

The chemistry teacher smacked his chest, “They arent dumb! They’re just…” 

“Stupid,” Lorcan finished her sentence. “C’mon, I had a student who didn’t know Terrasen’s capital. He was born here, Elide.” 

She snorted and hid her face in his neck. “I love you.” 

“Forever and always, Lee.”

☽ ☼ ☾

an: i luv them. omg. 

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[love-amihan]

Hie! Congratulations on your milestone!! 💖 we'll keep growing it!!!!

As for the event (I love these events 😭) the character -Eren JEAGEA-

Lately I've been really into balls (the formal banquet type stuff from the Victorian era 💀), and I really wanna attend one😍😩!!!!! Apparently they are still held every year in some countries. And that's it. That's my dream date.

I hope it's not too much-

Please thank you and Bless your soul🤚🏻😩💞

hey babes! thank u <3 AHHH stopppp, u r making me blush >,< glad to be at ur service, bless ur soul too! 😚💕 wishing all good luck comes ur way mwah 💛 but like hear me out? eren in a corset?!?!!

NOW PLAYING...

kingston by faye webster

eren knows how you've been dreaming of coming to a ball, the victorian era type of ball to exact. with all the effort and the sources he can find, he finally found the perfect place to bring you. he's spent months just for this one day, most importantly to spend with you, the day where you two would dress up like people would way back in time.

eren relentlessly taps his foot against the floor, he honestly doesn't know how to describe this feeling, is he anxious? tense? excited? is this how those people from the movies feel? "eren," you call out for him at the top of the stairs. ah yes, the classic walking down the stairs yet the two of you feel like this moment is made only for the both of you.

as you walk down the stairs, eren unknowingly holds his breath, eyes taking in your whole appearance. you're stunning, you've always been. you stand in front of him smiling fondly, "how do i look?" you gesture to your whole appearance.

"dashing, i can't believe i'm your date," he breathlessly says, not taking his eyes off of you ever since you've come out. "who else would it be other than my amazing boyfriend?" you giggle and intertwine your hand with his.

arriving at the location, all of eren's hard work is worth it. the two of you are experiencing the best ball you've ever been, "may i have this dance?" you look up at eren who's offering a hand for you, his stance polish and alike with the gentlemen at victorian era. to say the least, he prepared for everything that's happening today, "such a fine young man," you jokingly replied in a british accent while taking his hand.

as you two sway around the ballroom, you look into his eyes, "thank you," your tone full of sincerity. eren shakes his head, "if anything, i should be the one thanking you," he leans in and kisses your forehead.

"thank you for always choosing me," he continues, "i love you," you utter out while resting your forehead against his chest, "i love you more," he mumbles kissing the top of your head.

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›  𝚋𝚘𝚔𝚞𝚝𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘

› 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚢. 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚜. 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚜. 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝.

›  𝟸𝟷𝟿𝟻𝚔

You had a shit day. You got pegged in the face with a volleyball so hard, you could practically taste the concussion as you sprawled backwards. Luckily, the medic ok’d you to keep playing. Unluckily, the whole ordeal happened right in front of a pro team’s scouting manager. The embarrassment alone made you want to hide under a rock until next season. To make it all sting just a little bit more, Bokuto and Kuroo had their own games to attend, so it wasn’t like you could curl up in Kuroo’s dorm like you might’ve before. Bokuto was only in town for a few days, too, and you were certain he’d be practicing or playing the whole weekend. So instead, you sigh as you walk onto the train by campus, shooting a text to the tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum.

🗨️We lost :( I think I broke my nose. And my careeeeeeer

  Bokuto’s fingers rapid-fire replied, followed my Kuroo’s more casual pace.

  🗯️BROKEN NOSE?!! ARE YOU OK???

🗯️Wait how did u lose? Aren’t they good luck????

💬That’s a broken leg, bruh.

💬Sorry babe. You’re not concussed, though, right?

🗨️I’m fine ^^” just pulled a hina

🗯️Hows a broken leg good luck? U cant play on that THAT SHIT HURTS 😱 😱

🗨️👀 👀 👀

🗨️Bo pls

  As you sat on the train, you quietly snorted to yourself. Bokuto was an amazing player and an even better boyfriend, but sometimes you thought his muscles squeezed out a braincell or two.

💬Saw the clip on twitter. hows your face? I’m sure its still hot

  You scoffed with a roll of your eyes. Kuroo, flirtatious as always, but your reflexive smile matched the tone of your text.

🗨️If hot = busted, then sure 🙄

🗯️HEY UR HOT 😘 😘 SHUDDUP

  By the way their texts disjointedly pieced together before coming to a halt, you knew their matches started. You locked your screen with a sigh. Whether it was the ace’s ADHD-induced impulse thoughts or the blocker’s humorously blunt honesty, the two had always managed to spike your spirits high and block the anxieties that crept over the net. Without their distractions, the day replayed in 4K across the theater of your mind. Back slumped against the seat, you could feel the heaviness of it drag you down to the ocean floor.

  But now here you were, walking to your apartment with no reprieve from the disappointment. Rather than doing your adult responsibilities like clean, cook, or generally care past a shower, you slept. It was a deep, blank sleep. The type where you know you’d wake up feeling that eerie calm in the dead of night.

    Brightness blared next to your pillow – invading your vision as it violently vibrated against your hand. A loud ring attacked your half-concious hearing, jolting your heart like a jumpstarted engine. Quick reflexes enacted before you could stop the near Olympic vault of your phone into the wall across the bed.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me… who the hell….” You tear the blankets off, shivering at the cold as you pick the device back up. Thank your lord and savior, Asahi, for gifting you an Otter Box for Christmas.

  A gentle gasp left your lips as you saw a slew of missed texts from the dynamic duo. Oh no. Oh no. You felt horrendous. Your phone lit up as a photo of Kuroo with a French fry up his nose vibrated to life.

  As fast as your fingers could, you slid to answer, “He-“

  “-LLO WE ARE OUTSIDE ARE YOU COMING OR WHAT?!” Bokuto hollered into the mic, practically blowing out the speaker with sheer vocal force.

  “Holy shit, Bo! What? What do you mean?” Cautiously, the screen was brought closer to your cheek again, ghosting about a centimeter for your hearing’s safety.

  “Don’t you check your phone, hot-stuff? We’re going for a drive,” Kuroo honked the horn, echoing through the window and phone.

  Sure enough, the string of texts was about a drive and a half-planned plan of action. Thrilled enthusiasm rippled through you. You didn’t even think you’d get to see Bokuto this visit let alone with Kuroo! Praise the scheduling gods!

  The phone squished between your shoulder and ear as hands searched for an outfit that wasn’t your hoe shorts and sports bra. You threw on Bokuto’s old Ace’s Way shirt, and on top a near ancient Nekoma varsity jacket. Both items of which were left in your apartment from a get together nearly a year ago, “I’ll be out in a sec!”

  College was difficult. Especially when each of you had gone in somewhat different directions after high school. Kuroo, like yourself, played volleyball in university. And like yourself, nearly ripped his hair out when experiencing the hell that was Macroeconomics with Professor Mori. Bokuto was scouted play volleyball professionally, popping in and out of Tokyo to visit you two. At some point along the way and a slew of confusing budding emotions later, the three of you dove head first into a lovingly symbiotic relationship. It was hard when each of your schedules were chaotic, but worked out for the best as you all strove for your own goals while cheering each other on.

  You grabbed your bag of random things including underwear, extra clothes, and some money.  You never knew with the two of them what may happen and you learned from one wild trip to Osaka that Bokuto’s sense of direction was about as bad as you’d think it’d be.

  Half jogging, you rolled your eyes to the red corvette. Kuroo loved that thing way too much. Through the window, you could see Bokuto lean across the console to open the back driver-side door for you. The grin he wore could’ve fueled the sun itself, “BABE! LIGHT OF MY LIFE! EDGE-LINE STRAIGHT SHOT! WER’RE GOING ON AN ADVENTURE,” His muscular arm stretched to you, calloused hands reaching for you to grab.

  He pulled you you between the seats for a  bear hug, wide chest nearly eating you whole. He was as toasty as always. Or maybe it was just your cheeks. Either way, you were happy to see him, “Missed you, Bo! Sorry for missing the texts.”

  “You were asleep weren’t ya?” Kuroo turned in the driver side, a hand finding its place at the crown of your hair. The lazy pique of his own lop-sided smile greeted your playful glare, which melted into a nod and a sigh. The look he gave softened at the navy-coated aura rolling off you in waves. He stroked your hair once, poking your cheek as his hand passed it, “You’re here. ‘s all that matters. Now, Hoots over here can shut up about your nose, which is… a little fucked up, wow.”

  “You don’t say?” Your expression dead-panned as Bokuto pulled back from you to examine the swollen cartilage. While you wanted them to see the game, you were absolutely glad that they didn’t. Bokuto would have barreled down the bleachers had he seen your wipe out in person. Actually, you recalled a snap from Atsumu; the camera pointed to the tile of a locker room, Bokuto’s howling in the background with a simple caption of ‘You good?’  

  Pulling away from the ace, you sat back into the middle seat, arms resting on the leather between the passenger and driver sides. Kuroo drove with his hands low on the wheel, long digits thwacking the steering wheel to a silent beat. You glanced between the two, suspicious of their matching expressions. You dared ask, “Why’s it so quiet?”

  “Are you saying-“ Kuroo began.

  “-you want some tuunesss?” Bokuto ended giddily.

  He readily tapped a button on his phone, shielding the screen from you protectively. Kuroo’s gaze darted between the dash screen and the road, waiting for whatever shitpost song Bokuto most definitely was about to put on.

  “Guys… what are you-“

  A record scratch.

  I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me.

  “You’re fucking kidding me! Turn it up, turn it up!” Your hand bulleted to the volume, body squeezing past the two to crank up Cascada’s Everytime We Touch until the windows rattled. Kuroo and Bokuto shared a knowing, toothy smirk. Bingo.

  “Forgive me, my weakness, but I don't know why

Without you, it's hard to survive!”

  Duetting with the utmost of dramatics, you and Bokuto reached for some imaginary lover escaping in the distance, opposite hand grasping near your hearts. Kuroo snickered, forever and always amused at how weirdly in-sync the two of you could be. Watching both of you thrash wildly together was probably the most endearing thing he’s seen all day.

  The silveret pumped his fists as you both scream-sang the modern masterpiece. His large hands enveloped yours with enough theatrics to shake the emotion into the chorus:  

  “'Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling

And every time we kiss, I swear I could fly

Can't you feel my heart beat fast? I want this to last

Need you by my side

'Cause every time we touch, I feel the static

And every time we kiss, I reach for the sky

Can't you hear my heart beat so? I can't let you go

Want you in my life!”

  The palm of your hands smacked into their biceps at the last lines, letting the 2000’s synth twinkle into your veins. The vibes in this vehicle were immaculate. Waves that crashed over you, drowning you earlier in the day, receded, leaving sun-warmed sands to dance across. The ones who paved the way were a sarcastic cat and overzealous owl.

  The song was coming to an end and you excitedly whipped between the two, “What’s next?! What’s the playlist?! Link it to me? Please?” You bat your eyelashes at them, Kuroo nudging his chin to the other. The ace hurriedly clicked a few buttons and opened a few apps, radiating delight itself, “Done!” Your phone buzzed with Bokuto’s link. The title of the playlist popped up, overpouring unadulterated admiration into your heart until it warmed up to your cheeks.

  Tunes To Cheer Our Best Babe Up To.

 It was silly, but on brand for the two. All of the songs were added within the last three hours by both boys. Each one of them an absolute banger.

  It was Kuroo’s idea in the beginning. He remembered all the times in high school you’d cry after an exam, near inconsolable until he’d loan you his headphones. Just a few months ago, he caught you throwing it back to the beat of some pop classic after you failed your first semester’s final exams. There’s a video of it somewhere, but he won’t admit to the sin. You know it because you can hear him hyena-laugh in the hallway every so often as Bad Boy riots in the background.

  Bokuto, with all the brilliantly rambunctious enthusiasm the world could give a single human being, added in every song he already had in his likes. All of which he sung with you on every trip until your voices hurt. He even added Mr. Brightside, reminding you of the time he screamed so loud during the chorus that he sounded like a donkey the rest of the day and into his next match. To this very day, the infamous ‘O ᴼO ᵒn ᵉ  TᵒOᵘCʰ’ could be heard in the locker rooms by each teammate in unison.

  You paused as the next song hit, mouth abruptly shutting as the two in the front recited, word-for-word,

  “Man, fuck.”

“What's wrong Bo?”

“Man, these kids, man, talkin' shit, makin' me feel bad.”

“Man, fuck them kids, bro! Look around, hoots, look at life!”

“Man, you're right”

“Mmm, you see? You see this fine bitch right over here?” Kuroo’s long fingers pinched your cheek at the red light, laughing as you jokingly smacked it away.

“Yeah, woah...” Bokuto beamed at you.

“You see these trees man? You see this water?” You snorted as Kuroo’s hand waved to four-way intersection.

“I guess it is okay.”

“Come on, man, you got so much more to appreciate, man.”

“Man you know what, y-you're right...” The words, lyrics or otherwise, still brought a childish scrunch to the ace’s handsome face.

“You damn right I'm right,” Kuroo smirked, taking even the smallest bit of delight out of his perfected timing, “I can't remember a time I was god-damn wrong.”

“Man, thanks, Demon Cat.”

“Hey man, that's what I'm here for.”

  Bokuto, half-joke-half-serious punched Kuroo’s bicep, eliciting a feral smirk as they went into the chorus. Bo’s arms crossed as he shook his shoulders to the beat. Kuroo threw down at the next red light, clapping to each beat. Just as the bass shook your heart in its chest, both players head-banged with all their might, car jerking with the force. You feared for the steering wheel and the threat of an airbag going off when both boys slam-drummed the vehicle’s surface. The sight of the two of them going absolutely feral elicited the brightest cackle from your belly.

  They really knew how to turn your shittiest days into your new favorites. And you’d definitely be revisiting this playlist.

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[ficlet, bagginshield] thorin and messrs fundinson (bridgerton au)

After the ball at Long Cleeve Hall, Thorin returns to the smial he has rented in Bywater. It is one of the few bigger-folk-sized smials available in this part of the Shire, for although the numerous cultures of Middle-earth are largely at peace and happy to intermingle, the Shire is still known to be less hospitable to long-term foreign residents.

Even Erebor is a little more accommodating, and that is saying something considering the entire kingdom is within a Mountain. 

He is greeted, upon his return, by his valet Dwalin. Dwalin takes his coat and gloves, and Thorin immediately wraps himself in his favourite blue brocade robe before heading to the parlour for a glass of brandy. 

“How was the dance?” wonders a voice from behind one of the fireplace screens. Smials, like the halls of Erebor themselves, are rather cool due to the insulation from the earthen walls, which means an old Dwarf like his advisor Balin needs to spend a great deal of time in front of the fireplace warming up his joints.

Thorin chuckles, taking a seat on the settee opposite his advisor and old friend. “Eventful,” he says. “A couple announced their engagement, and someone fell into the punch.”

“How in Mahal’s halls did that happen?” wonders Balin, swirling around his own brandy in its glass. Thorin takes a sip of his, smiling. 

“I was not there to witness it,” he admits. “I spent a good deal of the dance out in the gardens. The flowers were incredible, though I could not begin to tell you what any of them are.”

“I thought the point of going to a Shire dance was to dance,” remarks Dwalin as he enters the parlour as well, this time with tea for the three of them. Thorin removes the stock and cravat at his neck with a relieved sigh. 

“I did dance,” he says. “Eventually.” 

“Oh?” Balin raises an eyebrow, his gaze sliding to the latest copy of Lord Stormcrow’s Society Digest on the table beside him. Thorin resists the urge to seize the gossip-rag and toss it into the fire.

Dwalin asks the question on behalf of his brother. “With who?”

“With Mr Baggins,” replies Thorin. Unwittingly, he remembers their first meeting at the Party Field Dance, as well as their second meeting at Bag End with Gandalf chaperoning the two of them. Mr Baggins had looked wonderful at both events in his fashionably-cut coats and brocade waistcoats with golden buttons. And at this latest ball in Long Cleeve he had looked quite dashing in red and gold. 

“The Golden Hare?” wonders Balin, tapping the gossip pamphlet with a knowing twinkle in his eye. “And how did you secure yourself such a treasure?”

“Brother, you speak as if our King is incapable of finding a spouse,” teases Dwalin as he pours the two of them their tea. Not as well or as gracefully as how Mr Rison pours tea back in Erebor, of course, but Thorin isn’t going to complain about that.

“I daresay the two of you have that much in common,” muses Balin as he lightly fans himself with the pamphlet. Dwalin moves to add another screen between him and the fire. “Lord Stormcrow has noted that Mr Baggins has rejected several potential matches in the past. Not unlike our King.”

“Thank Mahal for Dwarvish sensibilities,” remarks Thorin drily. “The last thing I would want is to accept a proposal out of pity rather than love.”

“Or alliance rather than love,” chips in Balin. “Speaking of alliance, the House of Ur is offering a separate mansion in the Blue Mountains for the hunt, since they know Dís will be joining you there with Fíli and Kíli.”

In these long years of peace and prosperity, the roads between the Kingdoms of Middle-earth have grown strong and well-travelled. The trip between Erebor and the Blue Mountains, a journey that used to take several months and was fraught with danger from Orc bandits in mountain passes and Spider ambushes in Greenwood, now takes but a month or two on the Great East Road in one’s fastest coach.

“I presume Prime Minister Dáin will handle Erebor in our absence,” says Thorin, with another sip of brandy. 

“He will, though he urges your safe and speedy return before the snows come,” says Balin. “I’ve been replying to his ravens with reports of your movements, of course, but these days I find my job has been taken from me somewhat by Lord Stormcrow.”

Thorin scowls. “Do not send such pernicious lies to him.”

Balin chuckles. “Stormcrow doesn’t know you, Thorin,” he points out. “But he does pass judgement on your actions. So if you don’t act so cold...”

“I have a plan for that,” replies Thorin. “In fact, that is where Mr Baggins comes in. We have an agreement to spend this season in each other’s company.”

Dwalin’s brows furrow. “Odd way to say that you are courting him,” he remarks.

“We are not courting,” replies Thorin. “Rather, we are only giving others the appearance of a courtship.”

“To what end?” wonders Dwalin.

“To the softening of my image for my goodwill trip through Eriador?”

“And what’s in it for Mr Baggins?” asks Balin.

“To ward off unworthy suitors.”

Both of the Fundinson brothers snort at that. “I fear you may have just doomed the Golden Hare to another failed social season, Your Majesty,” remarks Balin drily. “No suitors would dare rival a King.”

“Mr Baggins’s One may,” replies Thorin.

Balin and Dwalin exchange a glance. “Thorin,” says Balin after a moment, his advisor voice pointedly soft and gentle. “I know your intentions are good, but... matters of the heart often hang upon a knife’s edge. If you stray but a little...”

“I will not fall,” insists Thorin. “Love is a madness that I cannot afford to experience.”

“Cannot afford to, or are scared of?” wonders Balin. 

Thorin does not dignify that with an answer. “All that is required of me is to send flowers to Mr Baggins’s residence, walk with him every day, and dance with him twice at every ball. It is completely doable without feelings becoming entangled in it. Doubly so when Mr Baggins has a chaperone present.”

Balin sighs at that, looking over at his brother. Dwalin says nothing, only refilling his own cup of tea. Thorin pours the contents of his own teacup into his brandy, and downs the whole thing without a second thought. 

“I can only advise you on your actions, Your Majesty,” says Balin after a moment. “So all I can say to this is... be careful.”

[cressida-cowper]

something rotten is a good musical (there’s definitely not a bootleg lurking around on youtube and it’s definitely not called tap dancing eggs the musical) i also love shrek and legally blonde bc i’m basic and also spring awakening for when i’m feeling ✨angsty✨ooohh and all of the starkid musicals (start with twisted, then firebringer then tgwdlm and black friday and then go forth as you desire). burlesque isn’t really a musical but it has cher in it so i would also reccommend that lmao

most of them should be available in some form online somewhere but i’m not sure where ur from/what you have available but i hope you find something you like from this list!

thanks so much!! and i missed seeing you on my dash!! (shrek and legally blonde are musicals?) lots of things are blocked from my region on youtube, though, so we’ll see ig

[caligobeltrao]

I for one would love 2 hear ur thoughts on the hannibal novel 👀👀 - bloodybrahms ☺

ahhh thank you BB!! <3 I’m gonna throw it under a cut bc I know people aren’t gonna want my ramblings clogging up their dash lol. 

Edit after I’ve written it: Holy shit this turned into a monster but tbf I did say I was going to rant. I think I miss writing college essays...

Also, I would like to note bc I’m about to bitch, I do still love Hannibal and Clarice and all of the franchise. Hell, I even love book Hannibal because I’m garbage and want to be special. So yeah. It’s a fond bitching. 

Okay where to fuckin begin man... This novel was a fucking Shit Show, my dudes. It was like baby’s first fanfiction. 

Let’s just jump in, shall we? 

So by now, having read both Red Dragon and Silence of the Lambs, I know Harris injects of lot of sexual shit into his novels, fine whatever, but the amount of pedophilia is insane. Like, Red Dragon with the grandmother threatening to cut his dick off by holding it in between scissors????? And then we have Mason Verger, worst human on the planet. Like jfc I’ll go into him specifically more later but just. Men. Why does it always have to be sexual. 

Like that time Clarice wasn’t wearing a bra and she wanted to prove to Paul Krendler she wasn’t wearing a wire so she flashed him her tits?? Unnecessary, Harris. Bullshit on all counts. 

Next, poor Ardelia Mapp. So he clearly wrote out her accent in Silence, which frankly reads racist since to me it seemed like he did it every time a character of color was met but he didn’t for Clarice’s Southern accent except for this book when she was talking to Ardelia. Now, that’d be a cool way to show how close they are, sure, but it just... She didn’t show up enough to warrant that reaction from me, plus all the other casually racist shit he throws in. 

Ardelia’s literally there as the wise Black best friend to help Clarice along. She doesn’t feel like her own character, she’s only there in conjunction with her, or doing something for her. She was the fucking valedictorian for Christ fucking sake, she also works at the Bureau but if her department was mentioned it was only once in passing. She was not a full character which fucking blows because she could’ve been so cool. 

And real quick before I forget, I hate how she’s treated in the end. I do like she gets a reference and that brainwashed Clarice sent her an emerald ring and a note saying she was okay, but Ardelia was abandoned by her best friend (that she had lived with) with not even a phone call and they will never see each other again and I think Ardelia knows it. It sucks and I’m heartbroken for this woman. 

I’m gonna touch a little bit on the racism too. Now I’m white and not the most qualified to talk about this shit, but I do wanna mention it because it makes me mad. There’s just so many unnecessary slurs, any POC is more of a background helper character to Clarice than anything or a foil. 

For example, Evelda Drumgo. She starts us off. Badass Black woman who runs a drug cartel. She chooses to shoot at Clarice and risk her baby’s life, and we have Clarice wash the baby off and save his life. Then Evelda’s mother is written as irrational when she slaps Clarice for visiting the baby in the hospital; I get Clarice’s impulse, but that woman just lost her daughter because Clarice killed her. I would’ve slapped Clarice too, even if it was a totally justifiable shot. 

The baby himself is used as a foil throughout other parts, most notably to me when Clarice goes to visit Mason the first time. There are two Black boys from a foster home playing in a room with a camera so Mason can watch them, and it shakes Clarice up a lil bit because of the baby, but it says she’s getting more used to it.

Now this is half and half well written and shoddy to me. It’d be a cool moment, if the whole incident wasn’t nearly completely forgotten for the rest of the book shortly afterword. It could show growth, if Clarice had any growth to show. 

And then the Romani people who are literally just used and thrown away. Sickening. Also very broadly used the stereotypes we hear which Sucks; the three we meet in any sort of depth are pickpockets, one was already in jail and Pazzi used his leverage as a police officer to get her to do what he wanted and threatened to have her baby taken away from her permanently, like it was just bad. And then the man got killed. Pazzi let him bleed out. Asshole. 

The slurs. I could take out all of them and pretty much have the same damn thing. Like I get showing negative aspects of characters and just because a character’s racist doesn’t mean the author is, but with the characters already being as shitty as they are, fully didn’t need it to make them worse. Entirely unnecessary. Racism or the character being racist has no impact on the plot is the major thing, I think. And you can replace that with anything along those lines, like sexist, homophobic, transphobic. It didn’t impact the plot, they can still be shitty, you just don’t need to use them. 

This also goes in reference to Margot being a lesbian. And the transphobia holy shit, it was disgusting. Harris had Clarice think something so cruel and unnecessary it’s like my guy why was that even remotely something we needed to hear. We didn’t. I wanted to stop reading because that’s not my Clarice, first and foremost, and second, this is supposed to be the character we LIKE. And now I don’t like ANYBODY in this damn book. 

And he treats Margot like shit too, and Barney. 

Their friendship was beautiful and great and finally for once something nice was happening in Margot’s life and I was happy reading it, and then FOR SOME REASON Margot goes to shower in the same room as Barney after a workout, which makes no sense, and then Barney tries to force a kiss on her (and he was hard, Harris made that very clear) and she had been sexually assaulted by Mason her brother and ruin the whole damn thing and none of it would have changed any other piece of the novel if you removed it!!!!!!!!! Entirely unnecessary!!!!!! And Barney had the gall to say well I couldn’t help myself like none of that was realistic in the slightest, she never would have went in the same room to shower with him. 

Something you need to do is basically get some suspension of disbelief from your reader and maintain and stretch that as you go, right? Well mine was gone at that moment.

Also side note Margot is basically just there to show how shitty Mason is for the umpteenth time. Her whole thing is lesbian sexual assault victim.

Also heavily implied she was a lesbian because of the sexual assault. And we rarely see Judy, her girlfriend, so. Bad. Bad all around. 

Circling back around to Clarice and how disappointing she is in the books as compared to the movies. Well, Clarice is also a poorly written character. She’s 1000x better in the movie. Hell, she’s even better in this book than she was in Silence, but that’s not fucking hard. 

Pretty much all the characters are so flat they don’t even classify as two dimensional. 

Like sure, maybe we wanna say Clarice didn’t really solve much in the first book and was just handed everything because she was a trainee and that’s what Hannibal wanted. 

Like if you remember the John Mulaney sketch of Delta Airlines where he’s just going “Okay!” and running to the next place he’s told, that’s Clarice. 

Okay so why does she get goaded into all this shit now? She should know better. She should know how to handle herself better. Like she messes up basic fucking shit like clearing a room before untying Hannibal, which was stupid, she seems oblivious to some of the politics at work even though she’s been in the FBI for like 7 years now, she would at least have more fucking contacts than Brigham who died in the beginning and Jack Crawford who died at the end by rolling over in his bed to his dead wife’s side and Ardelia who would be near the same level as Clarice I guess but I still don’t know her damn department???? Like you fucking network. 

Plus after her final fall from grace with the FBI, we meet or are told of random side characters that go no where and do nothing just to say “hey look at my special little girl, everyone likes her and looks up to her!!” Why? Because she caught Buffalo Bill 7 years ago and then never got a promotion or even worked with the BAU? Again, it does not make sense. People may pity her? But a random girl in the lab wouldn’t be fangirling. Starling herself said her career had gone nowhere because of the politics and not sleeping with Paul. You need to show me why she’s likable in her actions not others words. 

We spend more time away from her than with her anyways but Jesus. 

AND HER IN THE ENDING. She was fucking BRAINWASHED????? Bull FUCKING SHIT. He completely ruined anything he even remotely might’ve had in this cluster fuck of a novel. 

Case in point, difference from the movie, Hannibal spends weeks (possibly? it’s left purposefully vague and I’m guessing that’s because Harris didn’t know the ins and outs and wanted his novel done) meticulously brainwashing Clarice, he had stolen her father’s bones and she’s so far gone at that point she doesn’t care, and the whole scene where Paul is getting his brain eaten? Yeah, she happily indulges and when he insults her, she asks Hannibal for more. Fuck you, Thomas Harris. 

And Hannibal’s a Gary Stu, fucking fight me. 

In the movie he either is or he’s tap dancing on that line, don’t get me wrong, but in the novels it’s insufferable because it doesn’t seem earned. The pigs didn’t attack him because they didn’t smell fear on him. No. He’s easily able to drug and brainwash Clarice and take her as his lover. No. Go away. He’s so smart and one step ahead and can manipulate anyone and everyone into doing what he wants and blah blah blah shut up! A character being perfect isn’t interesting even if he’s evil!! We all know he’s never truly in danger because of how Harris writes him and that’s boring!! 

And I personally have a pet peeve where the villain is described as a monster or unstoppable. That’s boring and I no longer care about your story. I know 9 times out of 10 your main character is going to find a bullshit way around the impossible and kill it. Or it’s just like a default personality and nothing else is added to it. And that’s Hannibal. 

I’m on Hannibal Rising now and, spoiler alert, he’s very bland as a character. (Also Harris switched some details in the novel which kinda annoys me like get your own canon right my man but whatever.) The plot itself is pretty fun? I guess? Like there’s action and stuff and I’m enjoying that. But it’s the same set up where Harris’s Gary Stu always wins, like he was 13 in the book when he killed the butcher. Let. Your. Characters. Lose. 

Also even more racist shit but what did I expect really. 

Anyways, I have no idea who I’m supposed to root for in the novel because all the characters are just kinda shitty. It really just boils down to Harris not showing any redeeming qualities or actions from any of his characters. I liked Margot for a while out of spite but she never really went anywhere and the way she killed Mason (btw she sodomized him with a cattle prod to get his semen bc side plot and then stuffed his Moray eel down his throat and somehow I still don’t think that’s the worst part of the novel) just. No thanks really. 

All the random little side plots were also pretty not great. How many time does Harris have to say Pazzi of the Pazzis? Like I fucking get what you’re going for, even if I hadn’t watched the movie I’d be like, “Oh this dude’s gonna get hung outta that window, dope,” the literal first time. Stop treating your readers like idiots. 

And then Margot’s side plot was that the will their father left said she needed a biological heir to inherit because he was pissed she’s gay and we needed the homophobia I guess, so Mason got everything, and she was helping him with the Hannibal shit because he’s pretty incapacitated duh, and in return he would give her his jizz so Judy could be artificially inseminated and they could have a child and get some of her inheritance. I don’t care. It was all very gross, and Mason kept saying shit like suck me off you’ve done it before, I won’t be able to feel it anyway, maybe Judy’ll suck me off you think she’d like that. It’s all gross. 

And I guess this is a good a time as any to finally start on Mason. So a great rule of writing to make everything work better and give your story more depth is to give everyone both positive and negative traits right, even and especially the bad guys? Like, rules can always be broken if you’re a good enough writer, but I believe I have established that Harris isn’t quite there yet, to put it nicer than I have. 

Mason is one bad trait after another. It’s like when Harris was bored of constantly writing about plain ole pedophilia, he threw a dart at a board of horrible things and landed on topics such as: pedophilia but make it incest, extreme sadism, sadism but against children now, and good old fashioned racism! Fucking Cordell was supposed to collect the children’s tears after Mason would make them cry and put them in martinis for him. Realism went out the goddamn door real fast with this novel y’all. Like a fucking Scooby Doo villain over here. 

And he loves talking about being a sadistic pedophile, he will literally not shut up about it to Clarice when she first gets there telling her about his trip to Africa and this portable guillotine he has and just. I get it was probably like trying to make her uncomfortable on purpose because he’s a Freak, but it went way too far if only because it was annoying, not even uncomfortable for me as a reader. I was bored real quick. Get to the shit I actually wanna know. 

And it sucks because of the weird, over-the-top way of how he died, I got zero satisfaction from his death. I couldn’t even be like, “Well at least Margot got her revenge,” because that’s not how she originally wanted to kill him!!! She wanted someone else to extract his semen for the insemination but couldn’t find anybody to do it for her, and then Hannibal, whilst tied up, said use a cattle prod and you won’t have to touch him and when you kill him you can blame it on me, and I’m pretty sure even if she hit his prostate right every time and he COULD cum from that alone in addition to how his body is Fucked Up now, it would’ve been a lengthy, gross, and re-traumatizing experience for her because all she wanted to do was avoid seeing and touching her brother’s private parts again, which I think is a totally fair and rational desire. 

So I have to live with the fact that she was desperate enough to not lose the house and business because of her homophobic father to go through her childhood trauma again. There’s no place in this book that has a somewhat positive conclusion. 

Even the very last bit where Barney has a girlfriend and a ton of cash from Margot, all he wants to do is see every Vermeer in the world right? Well, because Hannibal and Clarice are in Buenos Aires where one of them is on display, Barney gets spooked and has him and his girlfriend leave before he can see it and it ends that bit with he never got to see it ever so he didn’t even complete his dream!!! 

Also for good measure, Harris throws in that Hannibal and Clarice enjoy having sex regularly. For no reason. Just letting us know. 

I know this seemed like just a bitch fest, because it was, but I kinda sorta enjoyed it? It kept my attention at the very least. It’s really disappointing because like I said, I love the movies, all of them, and have since I was little. To see the original not stand up to that image in my mind is a little heartbreaking. Especially Clarice. She was a strong female role model to me, but turns out she’s... just kinda there. And her ending is that of her no longer being herself and getting that agency taken away from her. 

There is a reference to her waking up from a sleep, if she is asleep (that’s kind of how he worded it), that kinda let us draw our conclusions on whether she was just brainwashed into being good for him or if she was willingly going along with this and was in love with him I guess and it felt like a slap in the face. She turned from a hardworking, modest country girl working her way up to the FBI into a female Hannibal. Which on the surface sounds kinda cool because we love luxe serial killers, but that’s not what she wanted or who she was set up to be. And to insinuate that she would even remotely consider choosing that path for herself is at its best an insult to her and at its worst a complete erasure of her background, what little character Harris did set up. It also completely erases my own connections to her, as a girl from a small town myself who has bigger dreams than this and also... a good, strong set of morals. He just tossed that out the window. 

Obviously if you’re on this blog, you like slasher x reader shit, and this is a novel with a slasher x a person, right? So why am I so mad about it? Because the whole point of this blog and reader insert fanfiction in general is that you are taken as you are and loved wholly as yourself and that you are worthy of that love (in a fictional setting, not really loving people who are like this, which I think we understand but I want to clarify). She was not taken as she was. He is not in love with her, she is not in love with him. She was transformed into what he wanted out of her. He couldn’t get her to be Mischa, his first plan, so he made her like himself. And the fact that he was so easily able to do it makes me upset, and even more so is that it’s not written like it’s weird or wrong. It’s written like they’re in love and this is a good thing. 

He may have been going for the classic “everyone is capable of doing bad things” stuff we see a lot, but we got that from Margot already. And Barney, for stealing Lecter’s stuff and selling it. And Paul, and the entire FBI for turning on Clarice, and the kidnappers, and Pazzi, and random shitty side characters. And none of it was particularly well written or made some sort of strong statement. It just was. And that’s not a good enough basis for a novel. 

Anyways, if you made it this far holy shit you’re a saint and I love you, let’s be friends?? <3 Have a good day y’all, thank you BB for giving me permission to ramble. 

[the-quiet-winds]

Turn Me Inside Out, Turn Me Upside Down

“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

“Maybe I should take your coffee, then.”

Anna narrows her eyes. “Do it and you lose the hand.”

“Oh?” Aragon raises her eyebrows challengingly. 

“You can’t take this coffee,” Anna says. She takes a long swig of the drink. “If you so much as touch my mug, you’ll regret it.”

A playful light dances across Catherine’s irises. “Like...this?”

Before Anna can react, Catherine’s hand darts across the counter and taps the side of the mug, the click of her nails resonating through the otherwise fairly quiet living space.

Anna looks horrified and offended, comically at the same time. There’s the faintest hint of mirth in the crease of her forehead that shows it’s all farce, but Aragon smirks.

She reaches over to touch the mug again, this time pulling it completely out of Anna’s hands. 

“Hey!” Anna whines. “I want that!”

There’s a playfulness in Aragon’s eyes, one Anna had never seen before. Still, she wants her coffee. 

She lunges for it, causing Aragon to pull it out of her reach.

“Bollocks, Catherine!” She exclaims, although her eyes sparkle to reflect Catherine’s own. 

Catherine laughs. “You really do only drink coffee and say bad words, huh.”

“I warned you.”

With another soft chuckle, Catherine returns the drink to its rightful owner. Grateful, Anna takes a sip of her (luckily still hot) coffee. 

“Say, Catherine?”

“Hm?”

“Since you’ve already tormented me this morning,” Anna jests, “what are the odds of some banana bread?”

Catherine grins, slightly lopsided. “You’re in luck.”

She climbs off the couch and moves to the kitchen, where, as fate would have it, a slightly-overripe bunch of bananas waits on the counter.

Anna is beaming with excitement - Catherine’s banana bread was one of her favorite foods in the world.

The first time she had eaten it, she had all but devoured the entire loaf single-handedly. Her mouth nearly waters at the thought, and, as she sits down at the island to wait, she’s nearly deliriously happy.

Catherine chuckles at the sight. ‘Accidentally’, she jostles the bag of chocolate chips, snapping Anna out of her fantastical state and causing her to flush with embarrassment. 

They make small talk, well, just general chit-chat, as Aragon prepares the dough. She pretends not to notice Anna’s swift hand reaching to steal a chocolate chip every few minutes, and pulls the mum-patented, “if you eat them now, there won’t be as many in the bread!”

Anna just smiles cheekily, and it warms Catherine’s heart to see her so relaxed and free.

She spoons the dough into a dish and pops it in the oven, and the disappointment is evident in Anna’s face as she watches Catherine set the timer to twenty-five minutes.

However, Anna can’t say she was expecting Catherine to take her arm and pull her to the couch, much less shifting so they were flush against each other. 

But, despite the unusual nature of the situation, Anna can’t help but lean into it, resting her head lightly against Aragon’s shoulder as an arm wraps gently around her own.

A tiny laugh echos in the back of her head - this is must be what Katherine sees during her cuddles with Jane.

Tiny tremors shudder through Catherine, and Anna once again blushes as she realizes that she must have said that out loud. 

“Your hugs are good too,” Anna promises quickly, somewhat shyly. She feels the soft press of lips against the top of her head.

“I love you too, Anna.”

Afterwards, they sit in silence, almost purely uninterrupted, until the oven timer beeps. Catherine finds herself chuckling as Anna quickly untangles herself and makes a mad dash for the kitchen, sliding along the floor in her socks as she goes.

Aragon removes the bread from the oven and sets it out to cool. She turns to see Anna grabbing plates and napkins for them both and bringing them to the counter, as well as, smiling excitedly, handing Catherine the required bread knife.

Once the bread has sufficiently cooled, she cuts a sizable piece for Anna and a slightly smaller one for herself. The bread is barely on the plate before Anna is grabbing her free hand and dragging her to sit at the island. 

There’s a small, victorious grin on Catherine’s lips as she watches how Anna digs into her bread.

“What?” Anna asks when she notices, barely a moment or two later.

Catherine laughs softly. “Three things.”

Anna raises her eyebrows. “What?” She repeats.

“Now you do three things.” Catherine’s grin grows. “Say bad words, drink coffee, and devour my banana bread.”

Anna, behind the crumbs on her lips and tiny smear of chocolate next to the crease of her mouth, can’t help but smile too.

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hello, i saw ur skz scenarios, which are very cute. i wanted to know if i can get one with hyunjin where ure both in college and ure crushing on him. if its not too much to ask can it be like the uni experiences u see on tv or in movies with lit parties and stuff? thank u!

Hello, anonie!!! I know this might be kinda late - I’ve been busy - but here it is! I really hope you enjoy it! It was a lot of fun to write this!

Admin Rex

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Listen: you came to this party because you knew two of the party hosts own the cutest dogs. Also maybe because Changbin insisted you go to socialize and have fun because you both haven’t seen some of your friends in so long, and he didn’t want to go without you. You had told him that it was okay, that he could go to see his friends. Still, Changbin can be very persuasive when he wants to - his puppy eyes always got you no matter how adamant you were to deny him something. You’d already begun relenting when Changbin pulled his phone out and scrolled through an Instagram feed full of pictures of the same two dogs, one of them being Chan’s dog Berry. At that point, you knew there was no refusing. Your best friend had ensured you that the dogs would be there, you could play with them when you went.

Currently, you were groaning internally at the loud music. Its bass thrummed constantly through your chest and the sound rattled in your skull. Normally, you’d enjoy the hectic atmosphere, but you were running on pure determination at this point. Maintaining passing marks in all of your classes and keeping in touch with your friends was draining, to say the least. That was also on top of your job. You’ve been at the party for an hour and a half, and you already managed to lose Changbin. Not to mention you hadn’t even seen the dogs. You were headed to the kitchen to find something to snack on when someone grabbed your shoulder. When you turned to face the person, your scowl transformed into a bright smile, “Chan! It’s so great to see you!” The blond grinned, dimples on full display, before pulling you along with him. He leaned closer so you could hear him, “Changbin said you came for the dogs.” You pulled away to give him the most hopeful look you could muster. He laughed and pulled you along towards the stairs you really couldn’t bring yourself to go up without permission.

When you entered the first room on the left, you were relieved. It was much more quiet in here, despite the thrumming that was ever present in the walls of the house. There were a few friends you knew - Changbin, Felix, Jisung, Woojin, and Minho - and two others you didn’t. You noted Jeongin wasn’t present, which your protective heart told you was for the best. After greeting everyone with a small smile, you couldn’t help but drop down to greet Berry and the other dog, who’d come over to sniff at you. You cooed quietly at Berry before turning to the other, “Who must you be?” You weren’t really expecting an answer. You were surprised when a soft voice replied, “That’s Kkami.” You look up at the speaker. He almost comes off as intimidating, but you catch the friendly gleam in his eyes and know that he’s probably incredibly nice. You grinned at him before turning back to Kkami, “Well, Kkami, you’re very cute. Almost cuter than Berry over there.” At that, Chan squawks a “Hey, don’t say that about my child!” from the bed you’re leaning against. You laugh, surprised once again to hear the boy from earlier joining you. 

He smiles softly before waving his hand in greeting, “I’m Hyunjin! Kkami’s proud parent.” You smile, opening your mouth to respond before being cut off, “Y/N! Save me!” Jisung practically jumps over you before crash landing on the bed behind you, gasping dramatically as he rolls and collides with the wall. Changbin follows him seconds later, grumbling about how his phone is not something to be tossed around. Chan is quick to scoop Berry away from the mess that is Jisung and Changbin. You grin sheepishly at Hyunjin’s wide eyes and stare at each other before breaking out in giggles. Hyunjin straightens up before gesturing to the person sitting beside him. The other boy was in a deep conversation with Felix and Minho, Hyunjin introduces him as his best friend Seungmin. You get a feeling that Jeongin would get along well with said boy, if his mischievous grin was anything to go by.

You spend the rest of the night cackling with your friends at stupid jokes and sad attempts at playing video games together. You would suggest playing a board game, but you’d hate to almost dissolve friendships. The music is still thumping loudly by the time you decide that you should probably return home. When you gather your belongings up, you’re joined by Changbin and Seungmin, who apparently lives near to you and your best friend. The three of you decide to split the cost of a ride. 

The next time you see Hyunjin, it was during a break you had between your classes. He had approached you with a warm smile and food in his hands. Eager to get your mind off of your math calculations, you waved him over. You ended up talking with him about your classes, and he told you about his. You learned that he’s majoring in dance, which you think is fitting because just seeing Hyunjin walk gives you the impression of a dancer. You told him about your major, but didn’t spend too much time on it as you just wanted a break from anything related to academics. 

Over the next few days, you had to turn in a total of 6 assignments, one of which was an essay. At this point, there was a slight lull in the workload for all of your classes and Changbin somehow knew. “(Y/N), please? Chan, Felix, and Jisung will be there! Even Minho and Woojin! Maybe Jeongin, too?” Changbin was currently trying to talk you into going to another party on Saturday. As if you both hadn’t attended the one two weeks prior. You were pretty set on staying home this time. Changbin couldn’t bribe you with Berry this time. Chan said you were welcome to visit Berry anytime.

You shook your head at him. You had a full day of classes and just wanted to sleep at this point. Changbin pouted at you. Before he could use his special power, you pushed his head down into his history textbook before gathering your notes into your arms and hopping out of the chair, dashing down the library stairs. Changbin texted you seconds later about how you’re so mean to him and that he was going to tell Woojin - a threat that scared you only a little. You weren’t really paying attention to where you were heading because you were texting Changbin back. Before you could even hit send, you rammed right into someone’s back. Changbin received a text that just said oh dont cry you big bafkjdskkldjs. You only had a few seconds to lament the message before hearing your name being exclaimed. “Oh, (Y/N), are you okay? I really hope your nose is fine, you were walking really fast!” You rubbed slightly at the end of your nose before absentmindedly nodding. You noticed you must have wandered to the nearest restaurant without paying much attention. Makes sense, you hadn’t eaten yet.

You ignored the burning in your cheeks, chalking it up to being embarrassed about running straight into another person. Your phone vibrated a few more times before ceasing all together, and you knew Changbin had given up on you while you were busy picking up a few loose papers that had slipped from your hands. Hyunjin smiled at you when you were finished hastily stuffing the notebook into your school bag. Hyunjin’s smile, you note, is incredibly cute. His smile really shows genuine glee at seeing his friends, and you’re suddenly glad Changbin dragged you to that party. You don’t stop spacing out until Hyunjin’s smile droops, “Hey, are you hurt?”At the concern lacing his voice, you quickly shake your head, “No, no, I’m fine. Just. Thinking.” You smile wide at him, grinning more when Hyunjin nods and returns your smile. You look down at your shoes, not really knowing what to do now. You’d just met Hyunjin, and you really didn’t know what to say. You’d barely had any time to get to know him, aside from the time you hung out between your classes, which wasn’t much time, to be honest. Hyunjin sighed, a little hum coming for him before he clapped, “You came to eat, right? Why don’t we eat together? Seungmin’s still in class, and I’m a little hungry. We haven’t really talked much, either, so now would be a good time!”

You’re a little surprised. You thought that maybe Hyunjin didn’t want to eat with you. You don’t share any classes with him, and you’re positive that you aren’t majoring in the same thing. You nod anyway, not wanting to miss a chance to talk to Hyunjin. He smiled, and you’re once again amazed by how genuinely happy he looks. He begins to walk and pauses to wait until you’re in stride next to him. You both choose some food to eat before settling yourselves in a booth that is tucked against a window. About half way through your meal, you glance out the window and scowl when you see Changbin looking at his phone while attempting to stuff his textbook into his bag. Seconds later, your own phone vibrates with a new text. You remember that you never checked the last texts from him and take a moment to do so.

big bafkjdskkldjs???

whats that?

are you ok?

(Y/N)??

youre a big bafkjdskkldjs you know that

fine ignore me

The next message is the one that he just sent, which just says “youre eating right now arent you im coming your way.” You should’ve known he was going to know where to check to find you, especially since he knows you normally eat here after your Thursday classes. You sigh before smiling at Hyunjin who smiles back. You tap out that you’re not eating and that you’re studying at home. You knew Changbin wouldn’t believe you, but there’s nothing wrong with hoping. A minute later, Changbin approaches the table you’re seated at with Hyunjin, who surprisingly doesn’t look surprised to see your best friend there. Changbin looks down at your food before swiping some of it, “I see you ditched and replaced me.”

You stifle a sigh, as Hyunjin protests, explaining that he just wanted to get to know everyone better, including Changbin. That is how you ended up sitting squished between the window and Changbin. Across from you, Hyunjin is smiling softly. Somehow, you’re not sure how or when, Minho ended up sitting with you as well. He brought news of the party that Changbin had been trying to convince you to go to with him. Minho declared he’d be going, and Changbin already wanted to go. He turned to Hyunjin, who shrugged in agreement to go. When Minho turned to you for an answer, you felt like you had to nod - you could hardly say no to Minho. The fact that Hyunjin was going didn’t help. “Jeongin better not be going this time around, either.” You mumbled, and Minho smiled and explained that he’s busy with his own classes and the like.

When Saturday finally decides to roll around, you’re feeling less tired. You’d been able to rest and relax. (You believe that texting Hyunjin as much as you had been contributed, but you wouldn’t tell Changbin this.) Honestly, you were looking forward to seeing your friends, but not the party. Sometimes, the music was a great distraction from your studies, but it was also hard to talk to anyone over the noise. You and Changbin arrived to the house hosting the party. Honestly, you didn’t even know the host. You wandered around a bit, after separating to search for your friends. You first ran into Felix who was playing darts with Minho. They had terrifying accuracy. The next person you encountered was Hyunjin who was mingling with a few others. You waved to Kang Chanhee and Heo Hyunjoon, some of the only other people you recognized, aside from your friend group. Hyunjin beamed at you, as you came to stand between him and Chanhee. You talked with them a bit before they decided to join the mass of other bodies for dancing. You easily agreed, not wanting to be showed up, as you were quite confident in dancing. You were finally feeling your body loosen up as you challenged Hyunjoon.

Eventually, you left the “dance floor” - if a section of uncarpeted living room could be called one - to find something to drink, hopefully something like soda. When you returned from your search, you couldn’t help but feel captivated by the way Hyunjin moved to the music. Saying he was a good dancer was a severe understatement. He looked like he loved and lived to dance, which made sense, given his major. You stared at him a little longer before your eyes locked onto someone else. You speedily walked, “Jeongin! What are you doing here?” He explained he finished studying early, and only dropped by to greet everyone. You offered to walk him back home, which he insisted you didn’t have to, that he wasn’t even that much younger than you, but you honestly wanted to leave the party and you’d love to just talk to the younger. As you walked out to the sidewalk, the front door swung open, and Hyunjin looked surprised to see you leaving, “Going home?”

You smiled at him. His cheeks were pink from dancing the way he was, which made him look cuter than he already did. You motion to Jeongin, who looked between you and Hyunjin, “Not really. I’m taking him back home, then I might head home.” Hyunjin’s eyes flickered to Jeongin, who stared back just as challengingly, before walking down to stand beside you, “Could I come along?” You agree easily. During the walk to Jeongin’s house, you introduced the two and felt proud to see how well they got along. They acted very similar to brothers, if you were being honest. It brought a wide smile to your face. When Mrs. Yang opened the door, her eyes lit up at the sight of her son. She thanked you and Hyunjin for walking with him, before offering to let you come in, which you refused. 

At this point, you felt awkward trying to head home and basically ditch Hyunjin, so you decided to ask him if he wanted ice cream from a nearby convenience store. He agreed ecstatically - which, cute - and you explained that you would be paying for the snacks, no buts. He laughed at you, eyes growing soft. You and Hyunjin chose a few different flavors before deciding to just sit at a table set up outside the door. It was quiet for a few seconds before Hyunjin spoke up, “You’re good at dancing, (Y/N).” You look up at him and nod slightly, mostly as a way to thank him for saying that. You wait for a few seconds, “And, you’re amazing at dancing. I figured that you were good, but - wow. I’ve known Chanhee for a long time, and you really gave him a run for his money.” Hyunjin smiles, almost shyly. You let the lull in the conversation drag on for a bit. You watched as Hyunjin looked like he wanted to say something, but was hesitating. “Hyunjin? Something on your mind?” 

He took a deep breath before exhaling slowly, “I’ve kind of got a bit on my mind. Nothing bad! Just.” He laughed a little. You could tell he really didn’t seem like he wanted to talk about it, so you left it alone. You continued scooping little spoonfuls of your ice cream out of the small container. The silence was getting a bit stifling, but you really didn’t know what to say to Hyunjin. It’s not that you didn’t like him - in fact, you really liked him - but he just seemed preoccupied with his thoughts. He finally set down the little ice cream container and spoon. You raised a brow at him, “Hyunjin, are you sure you’re okay?”

He nodded before looking directly at you, “(Y/N), I think I really, really like you.” He looked so serious as he said it, but you could tell that he was really nervous about his confession. Honestly, you weren’t that surprised, but you were pretty stunned. You thought that this would be like all the other crushes you had that you didn’t act on. To say you were happy was an understatement. Unfortunately, all you could say with your brain freeze was a small “Thanks.” When you processed what you’d replied with and Hyunjin’s dazed - almost disappointed - expression, you scrambled to clarify. You quickly grabbed his hand, which was retreating from the table, “Wait, no, that’s not what I wanted to say! I had a brain freeze, like, wow, someone I really like just confessed to me! And, I really was going to say that I really, really like you, too, but - ” You stopped when Hyunjin started to laugh, the one that was thoroughly amused and so soft sounding at the same time. You paused, before pulling your hand away.

When he stopped laughing, Hyunjin smiled at you again, all kind and soft. You smiled back, despite the burning of your face. Neither of you said anything for a while. The only noise were leaves blowing in the Autumn breeze, occasional cars going by, and the sound of the few customers that visited the convenience store. “Are you free after class on Wednesday?” You asked tentatively. Hyunjin looked up, surprise showing a bit on his face. It took him a few seconds to nod, but when he did, he looked captivating with his small, shy smile.

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→ slow dance. ← @orbitcd​ said: u gonna say no to a slow dance w ur bf will?

     Just short of a miracle, really. Somehow, Dantalion’s convinced the young noble to join him. Adamantly, William has claimed his reputation relies on a proper public image. Thus, he’s declined to take Dan to a few charity events and his school’s winter gala. However, a visit to Hell is another story entirely. That, and it’s a lie to say Will wants to decline all these opportunities. In truth, he simply holds his future dear to his heart. He can only hope Dan understands what it means to become England’s youngest Prime Minister.

     A visit to Hell on the solstice, and it’s another happening. Every famous name lines the hall’s of Camio’s palace as he sits on the throne. Even William recognizes how dashing he looks (or rather how sparkling the crown looks). A variety of people take to the ballroom, heels tapping away in merriment. And now, Dan’s invited Will to join him. Boyishly, he goes wide-eyed as Hell’s Duke offers a gloved hand. Hesitantly, William extends his own and lifts from his seat. All in one breath, he’s swung to the Dan floor at what Will deems an unfounded pace. However, he does his best to keep up. One hand rests in Dan’s, while the other curves against Dan’s side. The heat to his cheeks must be telling of how out of his realm this feels. He’s only ever danced with ladies, and that was mostly for practice. Will’s never had to perform in this manner.

     But the harp plays a tune that some might label as divine, and the mood’s so jolly that he won’t dare be the person to spoil it. And the look to Dantalion’s eyes is so pure, William can’t help but feel the butterflies in his stomach. Ridiculous as it may be, he finds himself enjoying the moment. So much so that he presses his forehead against Dan’s chest to hide the embarrassment he feels as the rhythm carries them away with it. 

     " You’re not upset, are you? ” He mutters, lips brushing against the fabric of Dan’s shirt. It makes no difference, how softly he speaks, as Will’s grown accustomed to Dan’s sensitive hearing. “ That we can’t do these things in public? ”