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depravity-n-savagery · 2 years

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Tongues of Worship

♡ Pairing: Eddie Munson x (fem)Reader

♡ Summary: Eddie offers to help you sleep during a thunderstorm, but you get the idea to switch roles and take the lead for a change 😏. You like sub!Eddie a lot more than you expected to.~

♡ CW: P in V, smut, teasing, 'Goddess' and 'good boy' being used, sub!Eddie/dom!Reader, unprotected sex, slight edging, corruption kink if you squint.

🛑18+ MINORS DNI🛑

♡ Word Count: 2.5k

♡ A/N: This is the 1st fic I'm posting on here! 😁 I'm crawling my way out of writer's block, so be gentle with me. Let me know what you think, and even give me some recommendations for what to write next. 💌

The crackle of lightning and thunder outside is what rudely snatched you from your sleep. A lazy groan slipping through your lips as what was one the best dreams you've had all week, fades out into the waking world. Even if you tried to go back to sleep now, the dream wouldn't resurface. It was you, your boyfriend, and his gang of D&D buddies all sharing a picnic table. Their expressions studying you with curiosity, but mostly approval as Eddie finally introduces you as his girl.

His girl.

You wanted more than anything to go public with your relationship. God forbid you actually do what a normal girlfriend would do. Stroll across that damned school cafeteria and plop yourself into that gorgeous man's lap like it was your personal throne. The gaggle of assholes at Jason's table would have a field day, and for a moment you could see yourself reveling in it. Maybe even flipping him the bird like you've - and a few other people - always wanted to. Still, reality had to crash the party and remind you of who Jason was. Who he knew. The second he catches wind of you in any way associating with the likes of 'The Freak', he would march straight to your parents at the next church service. Even with the underage drinking and shenanigans he got up to, it would pale in comparison to you dating the apparent cult leader of Hawkins High School. Your parents, if they didn't suffer a heart attack on the spot, would lock you down and snuff out whatever freedom you had until you got the financial freedom to live on your own. Or worse, they could disown you altogether. Cut off the rotten branch and spare their perfectly managed family tree of religious restriction and bullshit. It was all a bunch of bullshit.

Little did they know, you had fallen off of the religious route years ago. It was a secret you were fed up with keeping. Hiding the music and band shirts Eddie gave you, stashing your not-so-modest clothes, keeping your grades high enough to get you into a college far away from them. Far away from him…

"Hey. You alright, Princess?"

The object of your desire stirred in bed beside you, lifting his frizzed mass of hair up from the pillow. It was too dark in his bedroom for you to see his face, but you could hear the concern in his voice. "The storm wake you up?" He half grumbled, pulling himself out of sleep's grip to reach for your cheek. You leaned into his touch, welcoming the comfort it brought. The coolness of his rings against the nervous sweat you were unaware you broke out in. It was worth lying to your parents about staying the night at a friend's house, just to feel the heat of his touch.

"Yeah… I can't fall back to sleep."

"Mhmm." Strong arms snaked around your waist and pulled you against his bare chest. His face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, snuggling into you like a security blanket. He definitely inhaled the lingering scent of your favorite shampoo, and the mix of your joint sweat after several rounds of extracurricular activity. "I got a way to fix that."

You could feel the smirk on his lips against your skin, transforming into the first of many peppered kisses along your neck and collarbone. Each one made it harder to focus on the troubling thoughts that clouded your mind. An expert when it came to your pleasure, he knew just where to touch you. Mapped out the spots that made you gasp and tangle your fingers in his curls - like the kiss he had just placed over the fresh bruise he sucked into the soft skin above your breast. Unlike your romp a few hours ago, he was taking his sweet time with you. Taking in the little reactions he could draw out of you. It made his dick twitch, knowing every sound was just for him. Nobody could please you the way he can. Seeing how he took your virginity, nobody else even stood a chance.

Tonight, however, you felt differently. Not a change in opinion when it came to his skills in the bedroom. Never that. You were doubting your own abilities. Did you please him? Sure, he would tell you how great you felt around him when he was buried inside you, and he would always reach his climax when you slept together but… that didn't say much. Time after time he took the lead, and you sort of just fell into the role of letting him have his way with you. Offering no resistance when he insisted that it was okay, since you didn't have as much experience. Well, fuck that. Only way to get experience is to put in the work. So, much to Eddie's dismay, you pulled away and unlatched his lips from the next mark he was working into your shoulder.

"Wha-" You interrupted his question with a soft hush, flipping over to straddle him and settle down on his clothed crotch. By now your eyes were adjusting to the darkness again, giving you a rewarding glimpse of him. One eyebrow hiked up in curious anticipation, the way you've seen him wait for you to make a move when he attempts to teach you how to play D&D.

"I love listening to you talk, but I need you to shut up right now." His eyelids fluttered, taken aback by your words and the way you stirred your hips. Holy shit, those sweatpants he wore didn't put much fabric between the two of you. You were already bare below the waist, sleeping in nothing else besides one of his shirts. His cock situated perfectly between your folds, hardening while you practically stroked him with your hips. Oh if he wasn't fully awake before, he surely was now. There had to be a damp spot forming where you sat, as the harder he got, the more pressure you felt against your clit.

'You'll be paying for this later' was written all over his face, fighting to mask how much you were getting to him. The storm hid the drumming of his heart, pounding away as he lifted his hips ever so slightly to be closer to the junction between your thighs. He could fucking feel you, pussy clenching and dribbling your arousal, soaking the crotch of his pants. "Y/N…" He warned, straining to keep control. His tongue jutted out to wet his lips before he spoke again. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out if you keep this up."

"Don't threaten me with a good time." You purred, bucking into him again. This time he couldn't hold back the hiss, sucking in air through his teeth. Another brick to contribute in building your castle of confidence.

This was a turn of events for Munson - being the one on his back desperately writhing and searching for a crumb of friction where he needed it most. Those pretty features softening piece by piece while his dominance was taking a backseat. Something about it turned him on more than he expected. Mixed with a sense of pride, seeing you come into your own and knowing he had a hand in getting you there. His pride would be next on the list of things given up tonight, as a request - meant to be a command, but you weren't that confident yet - was spoken out into the darkness.

"Tell me what you want.. p-please." Was that too demanding? Too soft? Uggh, he made it seem so easy when he was in charge. Unknown to you, that little request stirred his desperation for you and had his cock leaking precum. His adam's apple bobbed, swallowing down a whimper that was rising in his throat. Calloused fingertips squeezing and kneading your pillowy thighs. It was driving him mad, all the ways he wanted to take you. Lustful images flashing across his mind of you, bent beneath him with your back arched, ass bouncing back on him so hard the slapping sounds echoed throughout his trailer.

"You. Fucking hell, babygirl, I want out of these pants and in that wet little pussy." Deciding to give you more bang for your buck, in the hopes of ending his suffering quicker, he laid it on thick. "Pleeease. I need it."

Sweet, sweet heaven to your ears. The rhythmic winding of your hips stuttered, affected by the head of his cock spasming against your sensitive nub. He had to be doing that on purpose somehow. Every helpless moan and huff from him made your walls clench and ache for him to fill you. Getting off on ruining him without even fucking him yet. Maybe he really had corrupted you.

Riding a brand new high, your very first power trip, you wanted to bring him to the edge. So you rose up enough to dip your fingers under the waistband of his pants and lower them until his cock sprang free. Of course he was commando. You purposely didn't allow him to completely remove them, forcing his legs to be slightly restricted in movement. The second he tried to shimmy the unwanted material further down his legs you lowered down again, spreading your slick along his length. Working him from tip to base. He was so big, the head peeked out enough for you to see it as you situated yourself on his crotch, fully sitting down again. A fresh drop of precum forming and making a mess in his happy trail.

As expected, Eddie cursed and whined beneath you, grasping at your hips to try and shift you where he wanted you. No such luck. Instead, you took his hands and guided them to the hem of his shirt on you. "Make yourself useful." It was your turn to smirk.

The shirt was gone and tossed so fast you'd think it was on fire. It would match how hot he was to the touch, now that you were skin to skin. His mouth hung open, husk in his voice as he carried your name on his tongue mixed with unintelligible pleas. Your own breathing was shaky and uneven. Resuming your previous task of grinding back and forth along the full length of his cock, creating a lewd squelch when you reached the head. You let it get dangerously close to your entrance, daring him to slip in, just to back up again.

That familiar knot began building in your abdomen, quickening your pace. Eddie knew the signs all too well. Keep this up any longer, and you were bound to bring yourself to orgasm just like this. "Come onnn, baby. Pleeease." He was ready to snap, dripping his words in as much seduction as he could muster. "It would feel so. Much. Better. If you came with me inside you." He bucked his hips upward to emphasize each word, sending an electric current right through you. An opening. Bingo.

When you didn't respond he continued his acts of sabotage, staring right into your eyes. "I can make you cum harder. You want that, don't you Princess?"

It was becoming difficult to concentrate on his torture when he looked at you like that. Held you in a gaze that made you feel like the sexiest woman in the world, and he was the only one who could fuck that belief into you. If you were a Goddess in this headspace, he was your most devoted follower. All he wanted was to worship at your core till you were screaming his praises.

His thumb sneaked its way to your clit, rubbing mercilessly. Your body went rigid, mewling and stuttering. "Eddie! W-W-Wait!!"

There was no stopping him now. He saw a way to get the upper hand, and you played into it so nicely. "Don't you deserve to be made into the prettiest little fuck toy, Goddess?" He was singing your praises alright, but there was poison beneath them. The hand that wasn't between your legs grasped onto your ass, pulling you into his motions. Right where he wanted you all along. "I think you deserve to come as much as possible. Don't you agree?"

Ohhh no. No no nononono-

"I don't uhm, I-" The words lined up in your head flew right out the window, the moment Eddie guided you back far enough to slide right onto his cock. With all the mess from your slick it was effortless. He made sure to bury himself inside until he bottomed out, holding you down with a vice grip on your hips. White blurred the corners of your vision, showing you stars and a glimpse of heaven. Just for Eddie to drag you back down to sin.

You were allowed a second to adjust, and even that was generous. The girth of him was enough to knock the wind out of you. Humbling you back into your soft origins. There was no taking this back now, and honestly you didn't want to. Each assertive thrust freed you from your nerves. Freed you from your stress. Freed you from your mind in general. He stripped you bare to the essentials, and rebuilt you with affirmations that were…unconventional, but effective. Being in charge was fun for the moment, but this was where you belonged. At his mercy.

"This is what you needed huh, Goddess? A good boy to remind you how precious you are?"

"Yes, oh fuck don't stop!" Crying out in response, you folded forward to capture his lips while he fucked up into you. A mess of hot breath and sloppy tongue. You couldn't keep your mouth closed to save your life. He freed up his left hand and brought it to your throat, lifting your head up enough to look into his eyes.

"You're so perfect." He huffed out, his pace unsteady but harsh and deep. "I know you're close. Come for me.. Tell me how much my Goddess loves being fucked like this." There was a need for response in his urgent thrusts. You questioned if it was possible to bruise on the inside. "Tell me."

There it was again. Heaven making its way to your eyes, and this time Eddie could see it. Pupils blown and blissed out with heavy lids. "I love it, I love you, I love- AUGHH!!" The dam within you broke and took you with it. Ruined, and spilling out till it dripped down his balls and onto the sheets.

Eddie's thrusts slowed to a rolling of the hips and finally halted, giving you a chance to catch your breath. Wait a minute. You still felt him inside of you, rock hard. He didn't climax with you. Didn't soften one bit. You raised your head up and swallowed when you saw the sadistic glint in his eyes.

"That was only the first of many, Goddess." He mocked you playfully, but made it clear that you weren't getting sleep any time soon. "Now… let's work on the rest."

♡ A/N: I'm still figuring out how to work certain things on here. Making tweaks and improvements. Requests are welcomed! Thanks for reading ✨️

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vivitalks · 1 year

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15 questions for 15 mutuals

hey so @girls-and-honey tagged me in this a month ago and i forgot about it til now!! thanks for the tag g :)

Are you named after anyone? yup! my great grandpa ralph. “but how do you get raviv from ralph-” no idea, take it up with my folks.

When was the last time you cried? four hours ago when i finished rewatching the good place. that finale will never not get me.

Do you have kids? god no can you imagine lmao

Do you use sarcasm a lot? PFFFT i didnt see this question when i answered the last one i swear. and i want to say i don’t use sarcasm a lot so much as just like. deadpan commitment to the bit.

What's the first thing you notice about people? hmmmmm im gonna say hair. i think i always notice people’s hair, followed by outfit.

What's your eye color? hazel ish? one is more brown than the other

Scary movies or happy endings? happy endings by a gazillion miles. both because i love happy endings and because i hate scary movies

Any special talents? i don’t know what counts as a special talent. i can recite the entire best song ever by 1d music video by heart does that count?

Where were you born? hadassah hospital, jerusalem, israel

What are your hobbies? anytime anyone asks me about my hobbies i immediately forget everything ive ever done. i play guitar, i write a lottt of fanfiction, i write music (...sometimes...), i like to follow baseball, i like watching tv, i’m really interested in A/V tech, uhhh, i’m in acappella in college so that’s a big thing with me, i love listening to music and going to concerts, i don’t think i’m really answering the question correctly but that’s some stuff about me. OH and currently im really into playing stardew valley

Do you have any pets? yes!! i have a perfect boy named samson. he is the best boy in the universe.

What sports do you play/have played? as a kid i played lots of different sports for like one season each (tennis, soccer, ice skating, softball) but i did gymnastics for like five years when i was younger. currently though i do no sports, although i work out regularly. i like watching baseball but i don’t like playing it.

How tall are you? 5′4 if you believe!

Favorite subjects in school? english, psychology, and ive unfortunately developed a slight enjoyment of philosophy simply because i love to talk in class and philosophy classes are all talking

Dream job? i don’t think im the type to have a dream job anymore, but the job that i would really enjoy having i think is being a roadie for a band i really like. yknow. being the person who sets up and tears down the tech. i think that would be rad as hell.

i don’t know if i even have 15 mutuals but here are the people i can think of @annabelle--cane @futureempressoftheuniverse @iwriteshakespeareanninsults @4thbrighteststar @rotten-candie have fun besties and if anyone who sees this wants to do it then consider yourself tagged and say it’s from me xo

#tag games #this was fun i havent done a tag game on here in a minute i feel like #thanks girls-and-honey !!!!!#stuff #stuff about me

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docrotten · 2 years

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[Horror News] THE CROW, MONSTERS OF METAL, WINNIE THE POOH BLOOD & HONEY, and more…

Welcome to HORROR NEWS RADIO for SEPTEMBER 5, 2022.

JOIN US FOR casting news for THE CROW and FIRST OMEN, along with trailer news for SLAYERS and WINNIE THE POOH: Blood & Honey. All this, and more, coming up next…

I am your host Doc Rotten and this is HNR, the official GRUESOME MAGAZINE HORROR NEWS podcast. Back with me again are the scariest, goriest, bloodiest co-hosts on the 'Net.

Dave Dreher, the lead news writer at Gruesome Magazine

Crystal Cleveland, the Livin6dead6irl

UPCOMING FILMS

NETFLIX confirms an October 5, 2022, debut date for John Lee Hancock's adaptation of Stephen King's MR. HARRIGAN'S PHONE

Mr. Harrigan’s Phone is from the latest collection of novellas “If It Bleeds” from Stephen King, about a young boy living in a small town, who befriends an older, reclusive billionaire. The two form a bond over books and an iPhone, but when the man passes away, the boy discovers that not everything dead is gone, and finds himself able to communicate with his friend from the grave through the iPhone that was buried with him.

DIRECTOR: John Lee Hancock WRITER: John Lee Hancock CAST: Donald Sutherland, Jaeden Martell, Joe Tippett

https://deadline.com/2022/08/netflix-fall-release-dates-2022-knives-out-2-1235102815/

Jason (Guns Akimbo) Howden's adaptation of his comic MONSTERS OF METAL is heading to theaters Frankenstein’s monster (named Frank) and his bandmates Medusa, Jack O’Lantern, Werewolf and the Bride have spent the last few centuries squatting in Dracula’s castle – unbeknown to their slumbering host. But after a band rehearsal gets out of hand and wakes the fearsome vamp, the group gets booted from the castle and are forced to hit the road. As Frank and the band take their act on tour, they find themselves fighting off crazed groupies, monster hunters and fellow crypt creatures in a darkly comic tale that puts the death in “death metal.”

https://deadline.com/2022/09/guns-akimbo-director-jason-howden-prepping-monsters-of-metal-comic-book-pic-1235105385/

Director Patrick Brice and screenwriter Blair Butler are bringing HOME BEFORE DARK to the big screen for SONY

https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/movies/movie-news/sony-home-before-dark-director-writer-1235208160/

CASTING NEWS

Danny Huston and Bill Skarsgard star in Rupert Sanders' reboot of THE CROW. Rupert Sanders is directing the feature which is now weeks-deep in production in the Czech Republic.

https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/movies/movie-news/danny-huston-the-crow-bill-skarsgard-1235203490/

Nell Tiger Free (Servant) attached to FIRST OMEN for 20th Century

https://deadline.com/2022/08/servant-star-nell-tiger-free-omen-prequel-first-omen-20th-century-1235103698/

R.L. Stine's ZOMBIE TOWN adds Dan Aykroyd and Chevy Chase tp the cast now shooting in Ontario, also stars Henry Czerny and co-teen leads Marlon Kazadi and Madi Monroe. The ensemble cast also includes Scott Thompson and Bruce McCulloch of the Canadian comedy show Kids in the Hall. Canadian animator Peter Lepeniotis will direct Zombie Town.

https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/movies/movie-news/dan-aykroyd-chevy-chase-zombie-town-rl-stine-1235206863/

Rising star Sydney Sweeney will lead and produce - along with Brad Fuller - THE REGISTRATION The Night House writers Ben Collins and Luke Piotrowski are adapting the script.

https://deadline.com/2022/08/sydney-sweeney-brad-fuller-sony-registration-1235102178/

TRAILERS

WINNIE THE POOH: Blood & Honey

It follows Pooh and Piglet as they go on a rampage after Christopher Robin abandons them for college. Directed by: Rhys Waterfield Writing Credits " A.A. Milne Characters from the book by: Rhys Waterfield Cast: Natasha Tosini, Amber Doig-Thorne, May Kelly, Maria Taylor, Craig David Dowsett (Pooh Bear), Richard D. Myers, Nikolai Leon, Chris Cordell (Piglet)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L-IFS_upGGU

SLAYERS

A group of superstar influencers are drawn to a reclusive billionaire's mansion only to find themselves trapped in the lair of an evil vampire. The only way out is to be saved by a famous online gamer and an old school vampire hunter. Directed by: K. Asher Levin Writing Credits: Zack Imbrogno, K. Asher Levin

Cast: Thomas Jane, Kara Hayward, Jack Donnelly, Lydia Hearst, Malin Akerman, Abigail Breslin https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RhtKPrQTGP8

DON'T LOOK AT THE DEMON

A team of paranormal investigators head for the highlands of Fraser's Hill, Malaysia, to probe a series of alleged disturbances at a house with a dark past.

Directed by: Brando Lee Written by: Brando Lee, Alfie Palermo Cast: Harris Dickinson, Fiona Dourif, Malin Crépin, Randy Wayne, Jordan Belfi

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Dda63FuCNk

THE VISITOR

After a series of tragedies, Robert moves with his wife back to her childhood home. After he discovers an old portrait of a man who looks like him, he goes down a rabbit hole to discover the identity of this mysterious doppelganger. Director: Justin P. Lange Writers: Simon Boyes, Adam Mason Cast: Finn Jones, Jessica McNamee, Donna Biscoe

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QuNAnj3x4f8

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wrienne · 3 years

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My Cheating Amnesic Fiancé

Chapter 3: First Impression

Dead silence.

The only thing reminding you that you were still alive or that time hadn’t somehow ceased was the furious beating of your heart. And of course, the fact that you could feel your face growing rapidly redder.

Life wouldn’t let you get away with such embarrassment. It was too cruel for that.

“Jungkook, isn’t she that family friend of yours?”

The guy who spoke and finally broke the spell keeping everyone paralyzed was about the same height as Jungkook. You couldn’t see his hair or much of his face, but you recognized him due to his low voice, which had enthralled a whole stadium of people just an hour and a half ago with a heart-achingly painful song. “V”, you think he had introduced himself as, sometime during the beginning of the concert.

“She is?”

The second speaker was the tallest among the group. He unhooked one side of his mouth mask from behind his left ear, revealing all of his face. You recognized him, he was the leader of the group: Rap Monster. He scratched his cheek and looked at you like you were a particularly difficult quiz.

“Oh yeah, I’ve seen her face before, in the news.”

The third speaker was the shortest among the group. He had instinctively stepped forward as soon as Jungkook had cursed at you, but now relaxed. You couldn’t tell who it was but judging by his light voice, you had an idea.

Someone snapped his fingers and pulled down his mouth mask so that it bunched up beneath his chin, revealing a pointy nose and high cheekbones. “That’s right, whenever the two of you meet, you always occupy the headline of Star News.” You knew who it was, but you didn’t remember his name. Something about hope, you recalled. “Your name was…”

“(Y/F/N).” A guy almost as tall as Rap Monster chimed in. He was the only one without a mouth mask and you recognized him instantly as Jin - he had blown kisses into Min-Ji’s camera. “I knew I spotted you in the audience. You were almost in the front, right? Together with the girls with the big camera?”

Se-Eun, Min-Ji and Yeon-Woo would be overjoyed when you told them that Jin remembered them. Or well, if you were even able to. You couldn’t wrap your head around the notion that Jungkook was the visibly angry one - he looked ready to murder someone. That was supposed to be your role.

“Damn it,” Jungkook muttered, his eyes still locked onto you. “Why are you here?”

You couldn’t respond. You saw a coat too tiny and frilly to possibly fit him in the nook of his arm and a tiny, light blue designer bag dangling from his shoulder. In one of his hands, he held his phone, in the other, two plastic bottles of water.

He wasn’t wearing the engagement band.

The golden ring almost felt like it scorched the skin on your finger. You were tempted to yank it off and hurl it at his stupid face.

“Why are you cursing her out?” V asked after another moment of silence. He didn’t sound accusatory or hostile, simply deeply perplexed. You realized that he had understood that something was off with the whole situation, although he hadn’t been able to put his finger on it yet.

“Oh, so she’s the heiress of Phoenix Inc.? Honey, I thought she was a coordi-unnie!”

Up until then, Yi-Jae had remained quiet. But the way her voice wandered through her words made you frown. Why did she sound almost too innocent?

Jungkook’s eyes softened a notch when he glanced at her. You had never thought you would say or even think it but the way his gaze melted at the sight of her made you nauseous. How long had they been together? How long had he lied to your parents?

And if he loved someone else, why did he remain engaged to you?

“No,” he replied in a clipped tone. “(Y/N), if we could speak in private for a moment?”

It took you a beat before you realized everyone waited for your answer. “Okay,” you mumbled.

“We’ll wait in the car,” Rap Monster said as he patted Jungkook on the shoulder twice.

Yi-Jae left your side and hurried to Jungkook. He handed her the coat, the bag and the water, and she returned his jacket. Almost intuitively, he bent down to let her peck him on the cheek and briefly hugged her hand before letting go.

Strangely, it ached in your chest.

She put on her coat, which had a hoodie attached to it, and concealed her face and hair furthermore underneath a cap and a mouth mask. Two security guards escorted her down the hall whence you and she had arrived, most likely taking her to the other side of the stadium. Her eyes flitted over to you briefly with a curious look in them as she passed.

She had known. You were sure of it. She had played you, not the other way.

Well, at least you weren’t feeling bad for having tried to exploit her anymore.

A few security guards escorted Rap Monster and the others out of the building, together with what you guessed were the remaining staff. Someone you hadn’t noticed up until then found your gaze. His slim, dark eyes were expressionless above the white mouth mask he wore, but a shiver traveled down your spine when you realized he hadn’t spoken even once. He had simply observed. He was the seventh member of BTS, and though you couldn’t remember his name, you remembered his bone-chilling, second solo performance with a song in a completely different style than the rest of the concert. His words had felt like they physically pierced into you.

There were a few shouts and excited yelling as soon as the door to the outside opened. The guy broke away from your gaze and slipped out just after Rap Monster.

Then there would be only you two.

It took about ten minutes for the guards to shoo away the fans and allow all of the staff to leave. Ten minutes were too slight of a time frame for you to ready yourself in a confrontation against Jungkook. You stared into the worn rubber floor all that time while trying to find the right questions.

Since when? How?

Why?

As soon as the door shut and everyone was out, Jungkook stalked toward you. You glanced up just as he stopped at half an arm’s length away from you. His face was make-up free and the tips of his hair that poked out from underneath his cap were wet. He wore an unreadable expression as he crossed his arms and looked down at you. That’s when you realized he was significantly taller than you.

When had he grown up so fast?

“Why are you here?”

“I was invited by Se-Eun,” you said stiffly.

Jungkook’s eyebrows knitted together. “And it didn’t occur to you to say no?”

“Briefly,” you replied through your teeth. You couldn’t believe him. What did he have for a reason to be so angry with you? He was the wrongdoer! “But since I’ve never been to one of your concerts, I thought: ‘I might as well.' I didn’t exactly expect to run into your girlfriend in the bathroom.”

His lips twitched but he didn’t seem to be able to muster a response. His brown eyes simply held yours, cold and unrelenting.

That was enough of an answer.

“Glad to finally meet her, though,” you said and smiled, even though it pained you. “How long were you expecting to keep us apart? Up until the marriage? Or even after it?”

“Hush,” he whispered, while looking suspiciously about. “I thought we agreed on never to mention it unless we were absolutely certain nobody could hear.”

“I thought we agreed that you and I would have to marry,” you said venomously. “That’s a two-man show in this country, at least the last time I checked. Does she know about us?”

He pressed his lips tightly together as he found your eyes again. You had always secretly admired the length and fluttery softness of his eyelashes, but now even that detail disgusted you. You were almost tempted to demand that he shouldn’t look at you, but you didn’t want to let him get away from replying.

“No,” he finally said. “She-- Everyone thinks we’re merely family friends.”

“Well,” you began, feeling colder than you had all evening. “Starting from today, that won't be a lie any longer.”

Jungkook frowned and for the first time in years, you saw something akin to fear in his brown eyes. “What do you mean?”

You tore off your ring and held it up before his eyes. “I’m breaking off our engagement. I don’t-- won’t get married to a cheater-scumbag like you. You can live happily ever after with someone else, like Park Yi-Jae. Smile, Jungkook - you’ll finally be rid of me.”

“No.”

His tone was hard, his eyes were harder still. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“I don’t think it’s up to you to decide,” you said in the sweetest voice you could muster. “As soon as I tell my mom and dad--”

“Please, you can’t.”

If you hadn’t known him better, you could have sworn a hint of desperation crept into his words just then. Even his face was convincing. But you knew, Jeon Jungkook was never despairing. He was rude, cold and uncaring of you. You could now also add “rotten liar” to the list and perhaps even “false”. He wasn’t the type of person to experience misery at you leaving him.

Right?

“You can’t break the engagement, (Y/N),” he pleaded. “Please.”

For a moment, you simply looked at Jungkook. You had spent years celebrating holidays and events with him and his parents. What would happen if you broke the engagement?

Your dad had a soft heart, and he would most likely still try to keep in touch with Jungkook’s parents. It was your mother that would cause trouble. Big trouble.

But who could blame her? Your parents and his had planned you and Jungkook's marriage practically for decades.

“I think you forced that decision for me when you chose to get romantic with another girl,” you said, surprising even yourself with how hurt you sounded.“I’m calling it off. You and I will never get married.”

You dropped the ring and began turning around when he grabbed your wrist. You glared at him over your shoulder. “Let go.”

“Not until I've had my say,” Jungkook said. “Please, (Y/N), just listen to me for a minute.”

You checked your phone. 23.11. Se-Eun and the others had waited more than half an hour for you. Were they even still outside?

Taking your silence as a cue to speak, Jungkook slowly released your wrist. “It wasn’t my intention to fall in love with her. It just happened. You can't really blame that on me.”

“You must think I'm way stupider than I am,” you hissed. You couldn't deny how much his words pained you. “Did you memorize the script of some romantic drama? Do you even hear yourself?”

He blew out a long breath through his nostrils and took off his cap to rake his fingers through his damp hair. You recognized this behavior: he was getting really frustrated. But why?

“How long have you and I known each other?” you went on when he remained silent. “How long have we known we would have to marry? I mean, I know that neither of us particularly like the other, but I at least thought we would be able to make this work. Wasn't that what you promised my parents and yours? What you and I promised each other?”

“I… I can explain,” he managed, his gaze turning sorrowful. “I just... I need some time.”

“You need time?” you exclaimed incredulously. “You know what,” you began as you backed away from him. “I don't even want to know. Live happily ever after with her or whoever else, I don't care. I'm out.”

“Are you crying?”

“No, I'm not,” you said as you instantly touched the corners of your eyes. To your dismay, your fingers came away wet. “Stay away from me, Jungkook,” you added as he started following you. “I don't really want to see you. In fact, I'm certain I never want to see your face again.”

“That’ll be difficult considering I'm an idol."

“Don't try to sound smart. You know what I mean.” You turned away from him and started walking. “I never want to see you again, Jeon Jungkook.”

#bts fanfiction #ao3 #wrienne #MCAF

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that-was-anticlimactic · 3 years

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interests tag

i was tagged by @capt-snoozles es and @sheimagineddragons :)

MUSIC

Fave genre?

theatre !!! i listen solely to theatre and cartoon music [i.e. mlp songs, steven uiverse sings, etc...]

Fave artist?

uhhh my favorite musical is aladdin and my 1.5 favorite is a chorus line and my second favorite is come from away if those count haha

Fave song?

always: high adventure from aladdin broadway | idk why, but this song always helps me calm and down and take a breath and ground myself no matter what i’m feeling.

at the moment: safer from the musical first date

Most listened song recently?

nothing left to lose from the tangled series but like... the danish version...

and i listen to chant from hadestown a lot too oops

Song currently stuck in your head?

heroes on fire from kipo and the age of wonderbeasts

5 fave lyrics?

"it’s addictive the minute you let yourself think / the things that i say just might matter to someone” - you matter to me, waitress

"only one dad / only inspiring one son / edward, you’re done / writing your perfect tale / telling the perfect tale / it was a perfect tale” - what’s next, big fish

"but wishes are dreams and dreams are pretend / so science and reason win out in the end / science says you’re dead and gone forever / reason says i’m talking to the air / but something in my heart / some secret hidden part / illogically insists that you are there / somewhere” - if i believed - twisted

"and though the people around me / their mouths are still moving / the words they are forming / cannot reach me anymore / and it is quiet / and i am warm / like i’ve sailed / into the eye of the storm” - quiet, matilda

"i’m the son of poseidon / i never asked to be / but i’m the son of poseidon / now face the tide / inside of me” - son of poseidon, the lightning thief

[bonus] “i love a lilting line of lyrical alliteration / who doesn’t love alliteration?” - i love the way, something rotten

BOOKS

Fave book genre?

uhhh i don’t think i have a specific genre, but anything that talks about the morality because i love that kind of analysis

Fave writer?

uhhh it changes, but i usually say chris colfer or edgar allen poe

Fave book?

the land of stories, chris colfer / an author’s odyssey, chris colfer

the lost hero, rick riordan [look it’s my favorite one...]

murder on the orient express, agatha christie

heart of redness, zakes mda

king lear, shakespeare

Fave book series?

the land of stories series by chris colfer :)

Comfort book?

angels at the table - debbie macomber

Perfect book to read on a rainy day?

how to speak dragonese, cressida cowell

Fave characters?

goldilocks / conner bailey, land of stories series

piper mclean, heroes of olympus

camicazi, how to train your dragon series

ron weasley, harry potter series [love ron, not the author tho]

matilda, matilda

5 quotes from your fave book that you know by heart?

"be brave, children. courage is the one thing no one can ever take away from you” - land of stories

"there’s no such thing as im-POSSIBLE, hiccup, only im-PROBABLE. the only thing that limits us are the limits of our imagination” - how to train your dragon

“i like it when somebody gets excited about something. it's nice” - catcher in the rye

“self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting” - henry v

“do you think, because i am poor, obscure, plain, and little, i am soulless and heartless? you think wrong! — i have as much soul as you, — and full as much heart! and if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, i should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you” - jane eyre

“so matilda’s strong young mind continued to grow, nurtured by the voices of all those authors who had sent their books out into the world like ships on the sea. these books gave matilda a hopeful and comforting message: you are not alone.” - matilda

TV AND MOVIES

Fave tv/movie genre?

uhh pretty much any cartoon tbh

Fave movie?

the my little pony movie (2017)

the lego ninjago movie (2017)

finding neverland

coraline

Comfort movie?

the my little pony movie (2017) [once watched it six times in one day]

the friendship games

Movie you watch every year?

the my little pony movie (2017) [i watch it once a month over zoom with my internet friend shannon]

Fave tv show?

the hollow

avatar: the last airbender

kipo and the age of wonderbeasts

lego ninjago: masters of spinjitzu

my little pony: friendship is magic

miraculous: tales of ladybug and chat noir

psych

Comfort tv show?

the hollow [specifically s2 ep6, dead end]

Most rewatched tv show?

the hollow

my little pony: friendship is magic

miraculous: tales of ladybug and chat noir

5 fave characters?

sokka sokka sokka sokka sokka, atla

vanessa, the hollow

cole brookestone, ninjago

nino lahiffe, mlb

benson, kipo and the age of wonderbeasts

varrick or bumi ii, legend of korra

hehe this took awhile, but this was fun :)))

okay so uhh, imma tag [with no obligations so sorry if you were already tagged], my fellow thespians @bisexuallsokka and @bobisahandsomeskull as well as @leesbian42 and @fixationsbigandsmall

#corey rambles:)#tag game #twas fun hehe #i have a lot of feelings

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bruh-haikyuu · 4 years

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A miya osamu scenario where he’s having a quality time together with fem s/o in a quiet little coffee shop 💕💕💕 Thaaaaanks

A/N: miya osamu. your hand in marriage. now. ALSO SPOILERS IF YOU HAVENT READ UP TO CHAPTER 378 OF THE MANGA.

apricate. | miya osamu

word count: 2040

warnings: MANGA SPOILERS, slight hints of sexual content

(v.) to bask in the sun

The silver band wrapped around your left ring finger glittered warmly at the amber beam of light streaming from the tiny shop’s window. From behind the mosaic counter adorning the back of the cafe, the aroma of caffeine and freshly baked fruit tarts poured between the tables in the room. At this hour of the day, the establishment was unusually quiet, but you weren’t exactly complaining about that—

“Osamu, I wanna go home.”

You were almost apologetic that your husband was into his third sigh of the day. At some point of time, you would be the reason behind his slowly settling wrinkles. “Y/N, it’s only been 5 minutes since we’ve sat down.”

It wasn’t like he could blame you for it. You weren’t just upset, you were distressed. A parent to three rambunctious children, and you had left them with the family shop on their own. Though it was only for the day—and seeing that they had demanded that the both of you “go and enjoy your day off”—you didn’t get much of a wink of leisure.

“A-Are you sure it’s alright to leave Setsuko to take care of her younger siblings?” you rattled, a soft image of your precious ten-year old daughter forming in your head. “Oooh… what if Eiji causes her too much trouble and insists that he keeps workin’ instead of eatin’ ? And ‘Samu, did you remember to tell her where Kaori’s diapers are kept? M-maybe, I should call her just to check…”

As you unclasped your purse to look for your cell phone, your face paled at its obvious absence from where it should’ve been. When you looked up to meet Osamu’s lax face, his expression had said it all.

Raising your “missing” phone in his hand, he crossed his arms and shot you a smirk that said: I took precautions.

“Y’know, if Secchan’s been pesterin’ us to get out of the house for so long, she knows exactly what you’d do to her if we came back to the house up in flames. Plus, Eiji and I had a talk the other day about over-workin’ himself, so rest assured, he ain’t going to be doing that for a loooong, long time… And yes. I did tell Setsuko that Kao-chan’s nappies are on the bottom drawer of her room. ‘S all good. Anything else, Miya Y/N-san?”

Now it was your turn to sigh. “They’re my children, ‘Samu. Can’t help it.”

“Hey, I’m also a part of the family. Why ain’t I stuck on your mind all the time too, huh?” he said gruffly, a tone reserved to cheer you up whenever you needed it.

That’s right, you could never help it. They were your babies, the angels that were growing up too fast for your liking. It felt like it was just yesterday that your firstborn Setsuko, now at a double-digit age, was curled in your arms. Practically attached at your hip 24/7. The moment she’d bashfully asked you to stop plaiting her hair for her, you swore you could hear your heart shatter.

Moreover, it didn’t help that eight-year old Eiji (despite still being pegged as a “Mama’s boy”) was becoming more and more of a carbon copy of his father—too hard-working, but too oblivious. You weren’t one to scold your children about their grades, but with Eiji’s frightful progress at school, the lingering thought of your son saying that he’d consider dropping out of school to “be an adult” so Osamu would let him work full-time at the shop hindered you from any good night’s sleep.

But Kaori… Oh, your darling treasure Miya Kaori. Just a year old, fresh from your womb. Like so, “Kao-chan” was the apple of your older children’s eyes and the jewel of her father’s heart. The lone salvation of your livelihood was her innocent youth and you were desperately begging the gods to keep it that way. As soon as Kaori would start tying her own shoelaces and everything, you were sure you were going to turn into stone.

Your knees bumping under the picturesque, wrought iron table, Osamu gave you an endearing smile. “Relax. We have Fuji-san to keep an eye on ‘em in the shop, right? That guy’s got more nerves than his own body. If we’re worried about anythin’, it’s that the kids would get bored with him telling them to sit still.”

Your mind drifted to the thought of the young but unusually high-strung college student who’d been working part-time at the onigiri shop for two years. Osamu did make a point though. The bespectacled Fujiwara Chiaki was probably more dedicated to working than your own husband—a trait that he had likely passed on to your only son Eiji. The idea was concerning, but not to the extent where your head throbbed from it.

“They say if you think too much, you’ll grow old faster,” Osamu poked teasingly, while pushing a plate of a fragrant confectionary towards you. “You didn’t even notice that I’d brought back your favorite cheesecake.”

At the mention of the dessert, your eyes shot downwards to the platter. It looked just as sweet and luscious as it always did. From the first time you had it in high school as a “thank-you gift” from Osamu for helping him study for his exams, down to your wedding party where your friends had surprised you with an entire tower of it. You were sure Osamu would’ve been sick of tasting the velvety cream for 20 years and counting, but there was another suspicion you had that he’d feel gratified whenever he got it for you.

Holding out a forkful of cake, he said smugly at your twinkling gaze. “Open sesame, Y/N-chan.”

You didn’t hesitate for a second. When was the last time you got to enjoy yourself without any sniffles or pleading demands from your children? They’d inherited you and their father’s affinity for eating after all; a meal would never go untouched when it came to the Miya household. And if you’d brought this cake home, you know they’d bulldoze it down before you could grab a slice for yourself.

“So good…” you murmured, savoring the lightness of the dessert. Tangy and tethering on the border of being sweet and too sweet, this was indefinitely your next favorite thing after your family.

Osamu chuckled as you ate, tucking the loose strands of hair behind your ear. “Ain’t this getting too sugary for you? Y’know, I only gave you this the first time because I’d felt my teeth would fall out if I ate a bite of it.”

“You practically bribed me with it so I’d date you. If you think about it, you used this to bribe me into a lot of things!” your pout did not mask your amusement at all.

“Like how I used this so you’d finally catch a break from coddlin’ Secchan and have a better ‘time’ with your lovin’ husband? I’d say that it was a profitable compromise, my dear.”

You scoffed. “Profitable until you learn that having a second child was harder that you’d thought. How’d it feel tryin’ to feed Eiji the first time, huh?”

“It was a coincidence that Eiji just had to be a picky child growing up,” he shrugged. “Should I point out that you made it harder with spoilin’ him rotten, Mama Miya?”

You gave him your best, dramatized expression of offense. Oh, two could play this game. “Excuse you, Papa Miya. But who was the one who bought Setsuko an entire 50,000 yen-pretend kitchen as soon as she gave them one small tug on the sleeve?”

“C’mon, Y/N, you knew if I could afford it I’d buy it for her, no questions asked! The face she pulled when we brought it home could add ten years to my lifespan. There’s no way I would want to miss it,” his cheeks flared a vivid crimson. Hiding a snicker, you wondered how long it had been since you’d last seen that look on him.

“Miya Setsuko, the heiress of Onigiri Miya, already interested in the way of the stove at four years old! I couldn’t believe it. Ain’t she pretty darn cute in that apron we got in the set? Nah… that’s probably because Secchan’s pretty darn cute herself…” He was rambling now, eyes glossed over at the image of his daughter. Six years ago, she’d happily hopped into his lap when he’d finished tying up the frilly, daffodil-yellow apron, and gave him a hug that nearly pushed him to tears. Oh, how you wished you were there to see it.

“Osamu… Your gap moe* is showin’.”

“Oh, hush!” he spat, averting his gaze from yours as your leaned back on your chair, nearly doubling over in laughter. Though part of his face was covered by the large, ornate coffee mug, you knew he was smiling through and through.

The soft tinkling of the fake crystal chandeliers in your wake, your insides felt tingly in a way you haven’t felt for so long. What felt like hours, you spent talking with your husband about your little family, the shop, his brother (though this was quickly interrupted by another conversation about what Kaori’s first word would be), and all the things you’d never had the time to talk about since you were both so busy. It was just like high school all over again, only less melodramatic and more… wrinkly. But just as colorful as it always had been.

However, when Osamu fell silent, you knew something had gone terribly wrong. Setting down your fork, you leaned over the small table to observe his wallowing features.

“Osamu, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

As if he was being forced to shove an entire rock down his throat, he whispered, “… I miss ‘em.”

You stared at him, then did a double take. “S-sorry, say that again? Didn’t hear you.”

With reddened cheeks, he repeated himself anyway. “ I miss ‘em! All this talk about the kids… I know it’s only been a couple of hours but I miss Secchan already! M-my baby. My princess. Y-you know what it’s like, right, Y/N?”

You felt like a colossal force had lifted from your back. Grabbing your husband’s shoulders from across the table, you shook him while exclaiming, “Me too! I miss ‘em too! God, the entire time I was wishing I was feedin’ this cake to Eiji instead of myself. The way his cheeks puff up when he chews something… I have to see it…! And especially—”

“Kao-chan.”

“Kaori.”

And just as the planets aligned, your cell phone that had been sitting in Osamu’s coat the entire time rang. Taking it out of his pocket, he showed you the screen, displaying the name of the caller. Fujiwara Chiaki.

With your husband pressed close to your side, both cramped on one dainty seat of the cafe’s chair, you listened closely to the other side of the phone. “Hello? Fujiwara-kun?”

Chiaki’s meek but strangely jovial voice responded through the speakers. “Ah, Y/N-san, you picked up. The children wanted to speak with you about something. I think you’ll like this—”

“Chiakiii! You’re takin’ too long on the phone~ Hi, Mama! Can Papa hear me too?!”

Looking at your husband, you exchanged a smile. Eiji. Leaning his head on your shoulder, he cooed at your son. “I’m right here, Eiji.”

“Great! Because we have some ultra, big, super, important news to tell you—!”

A pop, a crackle and Eiji’s exuberant voice turned into Setsuko’s huffy, light one. “Eiji, Mama and Papa put me in charge so I’m gonna tell ‘em! …Mama, Mama, Mama, you won’t believe what happened!”

“Oh? What happened, Setsuko?” you giggled, heart softening at the lilt of your daughter’s voice.

“Kao-chan said her first word today!”

Literally swiping the phone from your grasps, Osamu, practically gleaming from the announcement, excitedly quivered as he spoke. “R-really? She did that, Secchan? What did she say? Was it ‘Papa’ or ‘Mama’?”

“Hmm… I think it was—”

“Second thought, don’t tell us. I want to see and hear it for myself.”

That was your cue. Unravelling your right arm into the air, you shot the waitress your biggest smile. “Check, please!”

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Glossary:

gap moe - when someone does something that is the complete opposite of their habits

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #miya osamu #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu imagine #miya osamu scenario #inarizaki x reader #sfw #osamu x reader #bruh haikyuu writing

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illuminatingnun · 3 years

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Tag 9 people to learn about their interests!

Tagged by @the---hermit. Thank you!

MUSIC

Favourite genre?

I grew up on rock and metal, so.... but fell in love with medieval and psychedelic music. So there's that to it.

Favourite song?

Ooof, that's hard to choose. I think Queen of All Time (Red Giant) by Egypt has it all.

Most listened song recently?

I think that would be Zlatohlav by Tomáš Kočko & Orchestra

Song stuck in your head?

Agni Parthene.

5 fave lyrics?

In flight with the son of Icarus bowed down at the feet of Orion The sky built a shrine above my head asleep in the arms of a giant (Egypt - Queen of All Time (Red Giant))

The world we're in is broken and you're the magic potion / Like the hail in the morn' I'll sing you a song While the mead I make can brew for you (King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard - Honey)

Na krídlach divých včiel, Leskne sa v slnku jasný cieľ, V ústach sa mieša pot a prach, Ja naposledy prekročím prah. (On wild bees' wings, In the Sun the clera aim shines, In the mouth, sweat and dust blend together, For the last time I step over the treshold.) (Jana Kirschner - Na krídlach divých včiel (on the wings of wild bees))

Už ťa cítim, keď sa blížiš, voniaš ako v mlieku med Už ťa cítim, keď ma chytíš, do srdca cvála jed A nie je to zlé, a nie je to zlé.... (I already feel you, when you come near, you smell like honey in milk I already feel you, when you touch me, the poison gallops to my heart And it is not wrong, it is not wrong...) (HEX - Keď sme sami (When we're alone))

Położę się z Tobą gdzieś w owsie, czy życie, i miłość trwać będzie, choć skończy się życie. I oddam Ci całe me ciało spróchniałe. Zmysłowe piszczele i szczere golenie. (I will lie down with you somewhere in the oats or ryes And love will happen though life will end And I will give you my whole rotten body Sensual shins and plain shanks) (Żywiołak - Dens makabreska)

BOOKS

Favourite book genre?

There's a special place in my heart for a good high-fantasy, always was and always will be. But it's hard to narrow it down - I simply read books I enjoy. Which means, sometimes there's going to be a good occupation-era drama.

Favourite writer?

For all my love to Neil Gaiman and Ladislav Mňačko, Lenona Štiblaríková just gets it. I don't know, it may be because I see myself in her characters, but I truly do enjoy the genlte sarcasm of her wrintings.

Favourite book?

Jozova Hanule. I don't know where to start. It was written by Květa Legátová, is a stand-alone novel taking part in a compilation of stories taking time and place during the occupation at the czecho-slovak frontier. (I was really thinking about putting Smrť sa volá Engelchen (Death is called Engelchen) by L. Mňačko, and....now that I look at it. They have a rather similar vibe, but Jozova Hanule is a lot kinder.) It tells us the story of a nurse named Eliška (she later takes on the name Hanule) and her patient Joza. We have arranged marriage, their growing up together, the most beautiful love story I can dream of and just. Ah.

Favourite book series?

The Kingkiller chornicles and the Inkworld. And, obviously, The Witcher and all and every book and bookseries about Rogan the Black by Juraj Červenák. And while we're with him, then also Cpt. Stein and notary Barbarič.

Comfort book?

Bratislavská bludička by Lenona Štiblaríková, by all means. It's the epithome of chill for me. This, The Hobbit and Jozova Hanule always have my back.

Perfect book to read on a rainy day?

Hm. La sombra del viento. It just fits.

Favourite character?

To keep it simple, Joza from Jozova Hanule. The gentle giant, simple yet kind man. Just like Hanula, I was waiting for the moment he would break this charm around him - and he did, in a way. The only violence we see from him is when he's protecting others (his mother always tod him that he is too stong, so he can't beat others back - and this had made him into kinder man than any other in the village). I will, till the death of me, talk about the moment he was telling his wife-to-be stories to take the pressure off, and about the scene with the lamp. THE LAMP!! Or when she had thorns in her legs and he was doing his best to take them painlessly out. Just. I cry every time.

5 favourite quotes from your favourite book(s) that you know be heart?

Slovo! (Slovo.) The meat is burning. (Zlato Arkony I - Juraj Červenák)

Tehus anthausa eha! (The Name of the Wind - Patrick Rothfuss)

as it is, I am in another country and far from my library, so this will have to suffice.

TV AND MOVIES

Favourite tv/movie genre?

No idea, nothing concrete, but historical, fantasy and scifi are alwasy a good way to go.

Favourite movie?

Alien and The 13th Warrior. But it's hard to choose, if there are gems such as Pacho, hybský zbojník (Pacho, Hybe's highwayman) or Občanský prukaz (Identity Card).

Comfort movie?

Hm. Depends. 13th warrior and Howl's Moving Castle are on the top of that list. Oh, And Then We Danced.

Movie you watch every year?

Pelíšky (Cozy dens). Brotherhood of the Wolf. Millenial Bee.

Favourite TV show?

Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency and Ragnarok.

Most rewatched TV show?

Sense8.

5 fave characters?

Herger from The 13th warrior (I swear I will read the book soon), Merab from And then we danced, Paul from The half of it, Aki from AO: The last hunter and Bilbo.

As I don't know many ppl in this community, consider yourself tagged if you want :)

#tagged #kávičkovanie #the---hermit #this was fun i just didnt know what to say #anyway rukybozkávam for the 13th warrior/eaters of the dead - it has been my favourite for YEARS and only now I found out its based off of #a book.............and now i want to rewatch Želary (which is the movie adaptation of Jozova Hanule and it should be on netflix so)#(highly recommend)

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hairasuntouchedaspartoftheamazon · 4 years

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I feel like the SPN fandom as a whole, especially the fantastic people who make vids, songfics and aesthetics, are missing out on the near-perfection that is The Gaslight Anthem. GA is a rock band from New Jersey, and basically all their songs have this vibe of “I’m a little sad, could kill you, miss when we were younger, and I want to be loud”. I’m also of the belief that a decent amount of their songs fit SPN perfectly.

Examples(I also highly recommend listening to all of these, they’re great):

American Slang(Highly appropriate in my opinion):

“And they cut me to ribbons and taught me to drive, I got my name tattooed inside of my arm. And I called for my father but my father had died! While you told us fortunes, in American Slang”

“And here’s where we died that time last year, and where the angels and devils meet, and you can dance with the Queen if you need, and she will always keep her cards, close to her heart.”

“....and I called for my father but my father had died! And we called for our mothers but our mothers had died, and you told us fortunes in American Slang”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oAqbnTKQBIY&list=OLAK5uy_np5CJdYInsAeogm56OsGNqLq0j1eBBzaI

Boxer:

“You got your pride and your prose, tucked just like a tommy gun somewhere in the smoke just in case you need it son, I heard it’s been a ride rougher than the last one, what’d you use to say, oh the harder they come”

“You took it all gracefully on the chin, knowing that the beatings had to someday end, we found the bandages inside the band, and the stitches on the radio, and there was something that was holding you down, and there were whispers that were driving you crazy and now you hunt the heart of this town, remember when I knew a boxer baby”

“And your tattooed knuckles oh how they grind down, try to be a man tough just like your father, try to settle down, more like a calm down remember them songs and the reasons we were singing for”

“And he, he says he just doesn’t miss her and he, hey says it’s somewhere in his framework, but I have heard you never really lose it do ya, do ya?”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DYMeWEGTOxA&list=OLAK5uy_np5CJdYInsAeogm56OsGNqLq0j1eBBzaI&index=7

Bring It On:

“...Blue eyes and spitfire, I saw you walking back and forth, about another boy, thinking that you may wanna leave, so give me the fevers that just won’t break, and give me the children you don’t wanna raise, and tell me about the Cool, he sings to you those songs, if it’s better than my love, bring it on”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J-ZN7NyPfb4&list=OLAK5uy_np5CJdYInsAeogm56OsGNqLq0j1eBBzaI&index=3

We Did It When We Were Young:

“There are no reasons to believe, I buried my faith in another plot,Where your heart and your claws will not find, And I don't feel you or recall, I put your bones out in the yard, For someone else to be called and caught by” “And I cannot hold a candle for every pretty gun,We were strangers many hours and I missed you for so long, When we were liars, lovers in combat, Faded like your name on those jeans that I burned” “But I am older now, And we did it when we were young, I am older now, And we did it when we were young”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vw8WPJHajEY&list=OLAK5uy_np5CJdYInsAeogm56OsGNqLq0j1eBBzaI&index=10

Old Haunts:

“And all along you knew my story, didn't you? And all night long I carried yours, Your blood was mixed with wine and robbery, baby, And left us always wanting more” “So don't sing me your songs about the good times, Those days are gone and you should just let them go, And god help the man who says "If you'd have known me when..." Old haunts are for forgotten ghosts” “Cherry Bomb, your love is surgery, Removing what you don't regard, And every breath felt like a funeral, baby, While you were packing up your car” “And with the window down, I hear you're tired now, You borrowed everything and wore all your old welcomes out, Well, shame on you, my love, you sold your youth away, Memories for sinking ships that never would be saved”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eoDKQT7vXNA&list=OLAK5uy_np5CJdYInsAeogm56OsGNqLq0j1eBBzaI&index=8

The Spirit of Jazz:

“The Cool is dead, baby, go on to sleep, Rest your weary head and love a better me, And in the morning we'll start over again,That's how they do it up on the screen” “Was I good to you, the wife of my youth? Not another soul could love you like my rotten bones do, So I will wait on the edges in between, These New York streets where you and I would meet” “For twenty-nine years we loved that line, And I would take it easy if I had your mind, But I'm a cannonball to a house on fire, And you're slow like Motown soul” “So what now, lover with your long black hair?, If I cut you open, baby, I can repair, Bandage your wounds with the salt on my tongue, And I'm the only one around here”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q9KOUAmZ12w&list=OLAK5uy_np5CJdYInsAeogm56OsGNqLq0j1eBBzaI&index=9

Wherefore Art Thou Elvis?(Tell me that this isn’t the Sam Winchester song, I dare you):

“I cut my teeth on the stone of a teenage romance, I was the salt of the earth, I was hard, The last of the independents” “And in the breath from my chest I was blowing kerosene, My lips and fingertips were stone, I wore my heart on my jeans, I sang the blues like the dogs left too long in the street, I still sing the blues with the dogs” “And I got half a mind to let it all burn up in this fire, I've had burning through my veins since I first learned to cry, I'd watch this whole night come down and never miss her again,I never felt right and never fit in walkin' in my own skin” “Now I got scars like the number of stars, My mind's full of vipers, I got the dust of the desert in my bones, Comin' through the amplifiers, And in the minor chord fall and the fourth and the fifth, It's a broken Hallelujah and a pain in my fist, I wash my hands like the man with the blood on his teeth, Over and over without relief” “Walkin' in my old man shoes, with my scientist heart, I got a fever and a beaker and a shot in the dark, I need a Cadillac ride, I need a soft summer night, Say a prayer for my soul, Señorita”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPdCP5f_gmk

High Lonesome:

“And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand, I always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis, And in my head there's all these classic cars and outlaw cowboy bands, I always kinda sorta wished I was someone else” “There was "Southern Accents" on the radio as I drove home, And at night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet, It's a pretty good song, baby you know the rest Baby, you know the rest”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UErXgvNV3lw

’59 Sound:

“Well I wonder which song they're gonna play when we go, I hope it's something quiet and minor and peaceful and slow, When we float out into the ether into the everlasting arms, I hope we don't hear Marley's chains we forged in life, 'Cause the chains I've been hearin' now for most of my life” “Did you hear the '59 sound, Coming through on Grandmama's radio? Did you hear the rattlin' chains, In the hospital walls? Did you hear the old gospel choir When they came to carry you over?Did you hear your favorite song, One last time?”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zw3w1iKiq8M

Mulholland Drive:

“Did you sleep last night and do you remember dreams? Do I ever cross your mind and do you ever think of me? When you think about your life are there things you would reverse? I still remember holding you, just out of sight of her, In the deep, dark parking lot pressed up against my car, With your hands around my neck I felt the pounding of your heart, And the summer night was giving in to the lure of Autumn’s sway, I can’t seem to forget that night or how I heard you say, ohh and I’d just die if you ever took your love away”

“And I can still recall the hour when you first let down your walls, I thought I might've died right there floating up above it all, But it scared you love, to need someone, so you killed it all instead”

“And did you miss me when I'm gone? And the simple things we used to rely on? Who came to wipe your tears away? Who came to bring back your dignity baby? And who came to drive you around this town, Like I used to drive you all around with the radio on”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eR4-F-P-Y6Q

Film Noir:

“I'm all washed out by the side of the road, Broken bones Matilda left a note and a rose, Sayin', "Baby honey child, I've loved you so long, But you deserve much better than me."” “So I'm just burnin' all around all the miles in the road, And I'm never goin' back and I'm never goin' home, I've been gone too long, I've been less right than wrong, I lost so much blood in the fallin' out” “And I lit a fire that wouldn't go out, Until it consumed the walls and roof of this house, Until all I remember was burnin' away, And all I remember, you burned it away” “See, for ten long years I've been hustlin' around, Tryin' to wash the sins and the sweat from my brow, Just tryin' to find a better life for me and my own, Just some rest for these tired workin' fingers” “But nobody never gonna tell you the way, You gotta figure it out boys and suffer the rain, And the fools in the night and the heat of the day, When all you ever really wanted was for someone to understand”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8KS9Cz1HgVs

She Loves You(this just gives me lowkey Destiel vibes):

“And if all was well, And your heart could find the words, Would we be for better baby, Would we be for worse, And if there was a way, To navigate your seas, If tonight my true love (Dared belong to me)”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WHYY-_3Ft84

Boomboxes and Dictionaries:

“I took a drive today, I thought about you, I thought about a friend who passed And how much we just went through” “I saw the sun shine off the hood of a Cadillac, I thought about some things I said, And some I would take back, I thought about how fortunate I feel to be alive” “And if you're scared of the future tonight, We'll just take it each hour one at a time, It's a pretty good night for a drive, So dry up those eyes, dry up those eyes” “Because the radio will still play loud, Songs that we heard as our guards came down, Like in the summertime when we first met, I'll never forget, and don't you forget, These nights are still ours” “We should remember to slow down more often, And maybe we will, Now here's a lot of good things coming our way right now, A lot of bad has passed, But we survived the breakdowns, All is forgiven, water under bridges now”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V9zYLE6Em7U

Drive:

“In my head I am already gone, Side roads boarded up, decisions decided on, But in my nights there are restless hours, When 3 AM comes down and nothing else comes up “And the only thing we know, Is it's getting dark and we'd better go, And the only thing we see, Are the despairs of the day, And if you're too tired, Go to sleep my brothers, I, And if you're too tired, Go to sleep my brothers, I'm all right to drive” “And in my heart I'm the weary kind, I'm much tired to cry, Though it's sad enough for tears, It's been try, fail, try for years, And when the next year comes along, I don't know if I'll be home, I don't know if we'll survive”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ClWHlXWSG9M

Biloxi Parrish(This is totally a Cas song):

“I've been fumbling with your heart strings, And that's good enough for me, And if I've rained on one of your hours, Then I know I must been working,Try it on for size my darling, See what a man you can make of me, I will eventually haunt you, And you'll eventually be my queen” “And I'll be with you through,The dark so that you do not, Go through the dark alone, Or on your own” “I've been down Biloxi Parish, And that's all the same for me, I found that nothing truly matters That you cannot find for free, I love you more than can I tell you, When you pass through from this world, I hope you ask to take me with you, Or that I won't have to wait too long, But until then I'll be with you through the dark, Yes, until then I'll be with you through the dark” “And who else can say that about you, baby, Who else can say that about you, now, And who else can take all your blood and your curses, Nobody I seen you hanging around" “And all of our heroes were failures or ghosts, Burned out in brilliant explosions alone, And all of the blood and the sweat that they gave, Well, we took it all and we threw it away”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2RSKSYIXKY

Here Comes My Man:

“And how much time do you think that we have? If I wanted to, I could start over again, Let the good night decide who she wants me to find, And I'll never let you drop another tear in my eye, Singing oh sha-la-la, oh sha-la-la, Listen honey here comes my man”

“So I packed up my things and I faced up my doubts, You know I think I will grow my hair back out, Nevermind what you think, Nevermind what you like, I'll take it out to the streets for somebody else to admire”

“Maybe time will tell you, Why I got so much hell to sell you, Please, please understand me, Oh you can't just dance around me, Maybe your work will love you, When I'm just not there to hold you, Maybe your pride can be your companion, Oh but I just won't be there to stand for it, Not one more minute will I stand for it”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nBkfHv6kc5o

Blue Jeans and White T-Shirts:

“We are the boys from Little Eden, We are the heart of Saturday night, We drink from the fountains off the fireworks, Sweat and bone for a better life”

“Still we sing with our heroes, 33 rounds per minute, We're never going home until the sun says we're finished, I'll love you forever if I ever love at all, Wild hearts, blue jeans, & white t-shirts” “Some things baby never told you, Some things papa done ain't right, Spent a lifetime just to get over, You always said my mama tried”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u3sQsWuDHrw

#SPN #supernatural #song lyrics #The Gaslight Anthem #gaslight anthem #these are perfect #have I gone overboard?#possibly #winchesters #dean winchester #sam winchester #destiel #castiel #@occamshipper #i know you make vids #save

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V, #14 😈

Dark OC Asks

14. What is your OC's "villain song"?

now there is at least two answers for this, i have many many thoughts on the topics and i hope i can get em all out lmao

IM BETTER

i LOVE a good joker arc, some defining moment in a characters life that just breaks or changes them in some way, this doesn't fully happen for v but she stands on the precipice plenty of times.

namely the vdb debacle and when she gains control of the blackwall via songbird. (there might be more but it's been a minute since i properly played)

now what do these two instances have in common? netrunning/ hacking. this song (and others like it) always get me thinking about v getting lost in the power she holds with her quickhacks.

a cyberdeck wasn't even her first choice, she wanted berserk in combination with gorilla arms but viktor refuses to install them for her. she could go to a different ripper to get them obviously but he's the only doc she trusts and who won't rat her out to the authorities for having cracked soft. (this explanation is a bit underbaked i will admit) she also knows he's lowkey right, she cannot be trusted with that kind of chrome.

now one could argue that being able to kill people via command does more damage than a pissed off ape but maybe she can control herself better than vik gives her credit for. or maybe he's not too familiar with netrunning/ hacking.

there is also the aspect of v knowing exactly what happens when she uses a hack, she wrote the code herself. (i'm not saying she invented them but they are her own versions, either written from scratch or modified some way)

my favourite example for this is the suicide quickhack: v takes control of the target for a few moments, she has to raise the gun, she has to pull the trigger, she has to leave the person's consciousness before they die but not too early or they will flinch away at the last moment. she doesn't die if she stays too long but the repercussions can be dire anyway: she passes out, there is psychological damage etc. if the target is right and she executes it well it can be pretty fun though, sort of like playing russian roulette but without dying.

but to get back on topic: i LOVE the mental image of her just standing in the middle of a bunch of enemies, activating overclock to wreak havoc on them AND herself.

i also enjoy copy-paste - she makes herself an easy target for another runner just to pull this out of her sleeve and fuck them over so much more, she simply IS better.

this mindset is also reflected in her aversion to chrome, she doesn't need it or rather she doesn't want it. she is better than them, she is built different. now that is simply not true, she can tell herself that lie as often as she likes but she needs cyberware to keep up. (i actually have a background story for this, maybe i will even write it one day)

so she slowly begins to betray herself: she replaces her glass eye with kiroshis, she installs extra ram, she gets the reinforced tendons. these changes come slowly and her body is still mostly ganic by the end of the game but in quiet moments she hates herself for caving in and for enjoying it.

ultimately: power corrupts, nobody is immune to that.

EAT THE CHILDREN

any otep song tbh, since it's the band i chose to use for rotten (her band) and v turns into the worst version of herself when she's on stage. it's one of the reasons she decided to end the band in the first place, though everyone involved just thinks she was being asshole (they ain't wrong)

her whole band era was a double edged sword, on one hand she finally had a voice and was adored by some but at the same time she had never been more miserable. their songs are filled with her traumas and that puts her back into a powerless position, add the adrenaline of being on stage and you get a truly volatile concoction.

#sammy says shit #thank u bestie :3c #oc:v #i hope this made sense lmao #also im giving myself a tap on the shoulder for not talking about johnny :]#obviously he plays a part in this but.... this felt better #also also i dont think i got all of the thoughts out but i didnt want to stray too far

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The dead don't change

Ao3 x

”Big, beautiful, dead eyes!”

Flynn kept reminding her that the boys weren’t alive but having them around all the time made it was too easy to forget. She was used to being with them and they were good to her. They were her boys, energetic and real and so important that they felt alive. The studio was full of noise and life when they fooled around and she hasn’t laughed this much in a year so Julie wasn’t about to question her band. The boys were good for her and she loved them all too much to care about whether they have a heartbeat or not.

Julie watched Luke play, passion burning through him, and saw a person she wanted to be with. She would forever be grateful for him to push her back to making music and she loved the way he matched her passion. They worked well together and Julie couldn’t deny that the big eyes and beautiful smile made her heart flutter. He bounced and laughed and cried, is that not alive enough?

Julie watched Alex move to the beat, pace around the studio, and smile bright enough to light up the room. The balancing act to the other two running around without thinking but just as silly and strange. She wished she could hug him but Alex made her laugh and she saw a dear friend, someone she can trust no matter what.

Julie watched Reggie move around the kitchen, chatting with her dad who didn’t know what was happening. She saw him on stage, constantly moving and singing and smiling, the same energy he always had bursting out of him. Reggie would be inside their house more than the others, subtly helping Ray find his keys and watching as Carlos played video games and sees her brother, an odd boy with heart of gold.

Was that not all that counts? She couldn’t touch them, but they felt alive and free.

LA summer was warm enough that the coldness in the studio was a relief and Julie didn’t think about it much in the beginning. The cold chilling her bones is drowned out by the adrenaline and happiness to be with her band so she ignored it. Flynn commented on it as she stepped in to help Julie clean some of the stuff they could get rid of. Her frown stayed on as she shivered, hugging herself to keep warm.

“Your ghost boys are efficient AC”, she muttered, and Julie bit back a sharp comment. Flynn didn’t know them as she did, and it probably felt weird to her. Julie had started to wear thicker sweaters during writing but she always warmed up when she was singing and playing so what did it matter? The boys weren’t here now so it wasn’t that bad, residual cold patches she barely noticed and Flynn didn’t bring it up again.

It was harder to explain to her dad why the house sometimes felt freezing even when sunlight was streaming through the window, normally heating up the house. It fuelled Carlos’s ghost theory but Ray shook it off as some weird natural thing so Julie stayed quiet, got more blankets, and moved on.

We don’t feel cold anymore was all Alex had to say, shrugging it off when Julie mentioned it. If Alex, the most anxious of them all didn’t care Julie knew it wasn’t that important. She didn’t want to annoy them by pushing it, they had felt a bit distant lately.

“What’s up with that smell?” Carlos scrunched his nose when he leaned in the studio. Julie frowns, not understanding what he was talking about. It was a little stuffy but she had been here all week and didn’t notice anything special.

“What smell?” Her brother pushes inside and makes a face.

“It stinks, is there a dead animal or something?”

Rude, Reggie comments, and Julie thinks it’s a joke. There was a sharp edge that makes her stop but then Reggie is grinning again and she sighs in relief. Of course he’s just joking, Carlos wasn’t even talking about them. She should smell if there was something rotting here, maybe it was supposed to be a prank or something. Just in case Julie made a note to put on perfume to school, Flynn had been making a face too sometimes when she came over, especially if she borrowed clothes from one of the boys. It made sense, the 25 years of dust would have a weird scent to them and Carlos was known to exaggerate.

“You’re just imagining something but I’ll look around later”, she promises. Maybe there was a rat or something, she could ask the boys to check around while she had dinner. She forgot about it by the time they sat to eat and Carlos spilled juice over his food. Julie thought she felt something cold brush against her but Julie didn’t see the boys. Ray shook his head fondly when Carlos tried to argue that he didn’t even touch his glass when it fell.

She gets air fresheners for the studio just in case.

III

They were starting to forget more and more. At first, she didn’t even think about it, because as frustrating as it could be these were teenage boys and she was willing to bet at least one of them had ADHD so she wasn’t going to be a dick about it.

Wasn’t there a song we were supposed to finish today? Luke appears and Julie shivers from the cold radiating from him. She didn’t know what he was talking about, they finished one song yesterday and there wasn’t anything else waiting. Luke just stares when she says this, only nodding when she says the name of the song.

It had become more difficult to write with him. Julie figured he was in some writer's block, not so full of new ideas anymore and she noticed he was repeating things from his old songs. Maybe a break would do them good, clear their minds, and prepare to write some more. She hadn’t had much time to herself either, always at least one of the boys was around to keep her company. Luke agreed without a fight to take a few days off and relax.

The next day Luke was back in her room, with an old song from his notebook that he wanted to finish, not seeming to recall their talk at all.

The whole school is talking about Carrie disappearing suddenly. Her presence had been less oppressive lately that Julie didn’t even realize until Flynn slid next to her to say she wasn’t in school and apparently wasn’t coming back. Julie sits next to Kayla during English and the member of now-disbanded Dirty Candi whispers that Trevor suddenly wanted to move and he whisked Carrie away to the East coast without a day’s warning.

“Carrie has been worried about him, he was acting super weird. I don’t think she minded the move, she was starting to hate that house. I bet it was some gas leak making them see stuff.” The girl said, shivering from the thought.

“See stuff?” Julie feels a heavy weight on her chest. They agreed not to haunt Trevor anymore and she trusted her boys. They wouldn’t do that behind her back.

“Yeah, or like suddenly they would hear music, lights turning off and doors won’t open. Weird stuff like that, she was starting to freak out.” Julie didn’t know what to say, just hummed in agreement when Kayla talked about how scary it sounded. According to Kayla they got to Miami and had no trouble, but neither of them was in any rush to visit LA.

Julie wanted to ask but she remembered how angry Luke was, they all were, when they found out about Trevor stealing their music. Kayla was probably right anyway, gas leaks happened all the time and it would explain the strange experiences.

Ray is staring at the computer, looking at a video of their latest performance. They got Finally Free on their channel too, and they had all been excited about the number of views it’s reached. She hadn’t read any comments yet, but both Julie and Flynn kept a close eye on how popular it was, getting more attention than Great did.

“Are you moving to a different style soon?” Ray asks and Julie leans over his shoulder to watch too.

“Not really, how come?” Ray points at Alex, who does look paler than usual. Julie can’t point out what it is but there is something different about all of the boys, making them appear washed out. Their clothes weren’t bright like usual and something about the movements seemed too familiar, like repeating their old performances.

“Just noticed there’s a difference with the looks.”

It was probably just her bright purple outfit that makes them look more colorless. Julie was so bright and moved a lot so it made them look static in comparison, she should make sure not to repeat that. She was the lead singer but she didn’t want to stand out this much.

Julie tried to get them to move on. She thought they could clean out some of the clutter that doesn’t have much personal value, to talk to their parents, and start to look forward. It wasn’t healthy to repeat the same patterns and a small change in the environment shouldn’t be such a big thing but it escalated into a real argument.

The windows exploded from an invisible force that pushed her on the ground when all three protested, heated in their wish to stay here like they always had.

Sitting on the floor with dust around her she looks, really looks at the three boys she loved. For the first time, she sees their grey skin, notices the rotten smell drifting with the coldness that makes her tremble while the light flickers and casts dark shadows on their faces.

Alex, eyes gone hazy grey all over with just a shadow of pupils left.

Reggie, with a trickle of blood on his chin to match the flannel around his waist.

Luke, with grey skin and a furious face.

Her ghost band, more dead than she realized.

#what I did today instead of studying like I was supposed to✌#also one day I will have patience to edit my fics #but today is not that day #jatp #julie and the phantoms #julie molina #fic #mild horror

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E.V.O.L Chapter 3- Living Dead

Chapter Summary: After a bit of a rough morning, Virgil decides to visit the grave of his long dead best friend... Meanwhile, Patton has finally graduated and is ready to take on his first assignment as a newly appointed cupid!

Warnings: Beginnings of Yandere like behavior, stalking, watching other’s without them knowing, wounds, stabbing, blood.

Pairings: One-sided moxiety.

Word Count: 4k+

Chapter followed by Author’s Note then Tag List under the read more:

Everyday I feel the same.

Stuck, and I can never change.

Sucked into a black balloon.

Spat into an empty room.

The next day Virgil found himself waking before even the roosters themselves would have crowed.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes and cursing his wishy washy biological clock, he wondered if it was too early to grab a bite of breakfast. He had missed dinner the previous day, after all, having been too tired from being forced to socialize for so long with someone so new. His parents would probably understand if they caught him. They always did.

He shrugged and slung one of his lighter weighted blankets over his shoulders before taking a few shaky steps away from his bed. His legs felt like jello, making it tempting to just go back to the safety of his little nest and spend all day inside of his room. But the obnoxious rumbling of his ungrateful stomach made that nearly impossible. So to the kitchen it was instead.

Virge tried his best not to step on any creaky floorboards on his way out of his room and down the stairs. If his parents weren’t already awake, then he certainly didn’t want to be the loud, fumbling asshole that actually woke them up. Heaven knows they deserved all the rest they could get. They did so much for him. And for the whole neighborhood, for that matter.

Wonder if there’s any of those blueberry bagels left. He pondered as he descended the final step.

He went past the living room and into the kitchen, where upon after he entered, Virgil was immediately met with his answer.

“You’re up early, V.” Talyn said around a mouthful of their buttery bagel, “Can’t sleep?”

“More like slept too much.” Virgil corrected as he joined them at the breakfast bar.

Talyn was a Banshee, a wailing ghost that had the ability to warn others of approaching death.Though, they usually used their glorious screeching voice for the screamo parts of their band’s songs instead. Once in a blue moon however, especially back when Virgil had done something particularly rebellious when he was a teenager, he had had the pleasure of witnessing firsthand the more negative side to their voice. Between his maddy’s booming voice and the sad puppy dog eyes his pops had sent his way-it was easy to see why his version of a ‘rebellious phase’ had been cut short.

“I’d chastise you for your poor sleeping habits but I’m honestly not one to speak myself.”

“You’re a ghost, you don’t even need to sleep.”

“And yet here we are.” They waved the hand holding the bagel, sending some crumbs flying, “With me taking afternoon naps and staying up all night like a heathen.”

“God, same.”

“We’ve rubbed off on you too much, little one.” Talyn chuckled, putting a hand on his shoulder, “Me and Joan. Why don’t you take after your papa more too?”

“Pops is too sunshiney for me, maddy. I’m half convinced he’s made of literal sunbeams at this point.” Virgil sneered out with a fond undertone as he gently lathered butter on his own bagel, “I’m more of a punk moonchild, ya’ know?”

Maddy was the affectionate nickname he had given Talyn as a kid. He was pleased to later find out that, unlike with dammy, other kids sometimes used maddy for their nonbinary parents too.

His maddy chuckled at that, patted his shoulder, then returned to devouring their own breakfast. They both sat in a comfortable, companionable silence for a while as they finished up their food and took in the morning sights through the wide kitchen window. Then as the birds started up their autumn songs and the sun started it’s slow trek over the horizon, they both got up to put away their trash and tidy their mess. As he was putting his blanket over the couch for later cuddling-while-watching-tv purposes, Virgil’s eyes unfortunately happened to land on the calendar hanging next to the entryway. The sight of a certain circled reminder of a date he had been trying to forget caused a past pain to resurface just as hot and stabbing as the first time it had ever appeared in his heart.

He reentered the kitchen with a familiar, haunting grimace. Talyn sent him a fleeting confused look before it morphed into one of understanding instead.

“It’s next week, isn’t it?” They breathed softly, “The anniversary.” Their tone held an unnecessary weight of guilt. For even though they were a Banshee, they had not been able to foresee that death. The most important one. The one that had hurt their child so much at such a young age.

“Yeah,” Virgil choked out, tears threatening to brim his eyes, “If...I’m being honest...I’m not sure if I can make it, this year.”

“Well maybe…” They bit their lip and shifted on their feet nervously, “Maybe you can just go now? It might be less pressure, if it’s not the day of.”

“I-I don’t know, maddy. I’m still kind of worn out from yesterday.”

“Ah, the matchmaker meeting. I almost forgot about that.” Talyn moved to lean back on the counter, “How did that go?”

Virge sucked in a breath, blinked away the wetness of his eyes, and thanked whatever higher power may be for the change of topic. “Terrible, I hate socializing. Also it felt like I was being hounded by a teacher with how many questions I was being asked.”

“He needs to ask questions, dear. How else would he know what you like?” They sent him a sympathetic smile that didn’t quite meet their eyes. The mood of the room was still soured by the date hanging ominously on the wall. Taunting them both with it’s ever approaching red circle.

“What I would like is to not have to go to these meetings at all.” Virgil whined. He hopped up to sit cross legged on the countertop beside his maddy. “Why’d you and dammy even talk to him anyways? I thought pops was just going through one of his romance craze phases again, but…”

“But, we all agreed it’s what’s best for you. It’s not healthy to only ever hang out with your family. You need to spread your wings, sweet little baby boy.”

“Ew, baby talk.” Virgil mimed throwing up before crossing his arms and pouting. “Why’s it gotta be some stupid dramatically set up romcom though? Can’t I just go to an online group chat for depressed-emos-anonymous or something?”

Talyn did a laugh somewhere between a giggle and a chortle at that. They playfully swiped at his shoulder. “No, you idiot. Just listen to your parents, okay? It’s time. Way past time, actually…”

“Time to what? Get some?”

“Find someone to love. Someone to...give your feelings too.”

“I give mushy lovey dovey stuff to y’all all the time!”

“Not like that, V. To…” They tapped a frustrated rhythm onto the countertop with their long, pointed nails. “To obsess over. To be attracted to and fawn over. Stuff like that.”

“To bone.”

“Virgil!”

“What? That’s the only difference, ain’t it?” He sighed as he leaned over to place his head on their shoulder. “Why can’t platonic love be enough? I've been doing just fine with just that…”

“Honey…” They let out a sigh of their own before running a reassuring hand through his hair. “That may have been enough until now, but trust me you need this.” The soothing touch of their petting almost calmed him, until- “We need this.” They ended in a strained whisper, yet unfortunately still loud enough for him to hear.

Virgil jolted away from Talyn and off the counter as if he’d been burned. “What? You’re...You’re all trying to pawn me off or something? Finally tired of me being a fucking mooch?”

“No, no- Little one, that’s not what I-”

“Well if I’m such a leech, maybe I will go hang out in the graveyard with the rest of the rotten worms.”

The tears that had pricked at his eyes earlier decided to return, yet once more he held back the flow of the damn. His eyes reddened with the strain of the repression. Still, he refused to cry around others. Weakness was an ugly shade of color to wear. He wanted to toss out all of his flaws from the closet of his inner self and go shopping for better traits. But maybe, he couldn’t help but think...he was the one that needed to be tossed out right along with them.

Got bubble wrap around my heart.

Waiting for my life to start.

But everyday it never comes.

Permanently at square one.

“Tell the others I’ll be at the church.” He snapped instead as he rounded the corner and stomped up the stairs. He no longer cared if he woke anyone else up. His body was brimming with aggravated energy and his mind was swirling with all the possible negative implications of those few simple whispered words.

The day had barely begun and he already had a massive headache.

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After having haphazardly thrown on the nearest clean clothes he could find and all but running out of his house and into the nearly empty street, save for a lone old maid that was bird watching on a nearby bench, he began to make his way over to the cemetery.

On his way there he stopped by Fauna's Florals to pick up a small bouquet of soft and pale yellow roses, the flower of friendship, because that's what he had been to him- the truest friend he would probably ever have. Besides his family, of course, though they were kind of obligated to hang out with him. And he was beginning to wonder if even that reliable, familial obligation had started outstaying it’s welcome.

Miss Fauna, having noticed his red rimmed eyes, had given him a sympathetic smile and a pat on his hand as she handed over the bouquet. He shied away from the unwanted contact and thanked her in a small voice. It was the loudest one he could muster at the time.

When it's late at night-ight,

I'm so dissatisfied-ied.

The weight of an empty life-ife,

Will lessen in the moonlight.

In the light,

In the light,-light,-light.

Shooting Star Cemetery was luckily located in the next street over, making it an easy and short walk. Yet not nearly a long enough a walk to clear his head any from the raging storm it currently housed inside. The graves were all well kept and neatly aligned. The landscaping was done with care and sheer professionalism. The overall atmosphere was more bright and welcoming than one would expect a place housing the dead could ever be.

Virgil moved past the groundskeeper with quick steps, not wanting to have to engage in any conversation with the man whose smile always seemed to stretch too far over his face and whose eyes appeared to linger on his form for too long. Especially not today of all days. He thought as the conversation from earlier resurfaced in his mind. Fresh and unwanted.

His feet took him to his destination almost on autopilot. He had been visiting this particular grave at least once a year for almost seventeen years now. Of course it would be practically hardwired into his system at this point.

“Hey, buddy.” He called out wearily as he approached. Virge leaned over to place the bouquet of yellow roses directly in front of the ivory gravestone before stepping back to sit on the grass across from it.

The stone was the lightest of the ones in its row, almost basking it in an ethereal spotlight. The carvings of angels, ribbons, and roses around it’s surface only accentuated the holy glow. In the dead center, carved in looping and elegant cursive writing, was the epitaph.

It read,

“Patton Sangster:

A young Cherub bright and fair,

Taken from this world too soon.

Now he is way up there,

Dancing between the Sun and the Moon.”

Definitely more fancy and vague than most of the epitaphs around here. Virgil mused, Then again Mrs. Songster was always the poetic dreamer type.

While on the other hand, if he had a gravestone, it would probably say something like "Here lies Virgil Spurling: What an idiot" or "Virgil Spurling: Died of Depression and General Dumbassery".

He let out a long sigh and curled his legs underneath him while crossing his arms. “You wouldn’t believe the week I’ve had, Pat.” He began, “I think my parents have lost their ever loving marbles. Don’t get me wrong or anything- I love them a bunch. But I just don’t...I just don’t get why they’re doing this, ya’ know?”

“They’re insisting I see this stupid matchmaking witch doctor guy, who probably thinks I’m a loser by the way-he seemed kinda stuck up and I kept making a fool of myself as per usual. And like they want me to get hitched to some dude ASAP I guess so I can ‘spread my wings’? Whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean?”

He started waving his arms around to accentuate his ranting, ”But a part of me can’t help but think they’re just trying to get rid of me. Just pawn me off to a random guy so I can be out of their hair! But they...They’ve never said or done anything like that before...They’ve always been so nice to me and so supportive and so loving so I just don’t…”

Now, in the sanctum of this empty cemetery and the equally emptily promised presence of his only friend, he finally let the tears fall quietly and slowly down his ever reddening cheeks. “I just don’t get it anymore, Patton. Nothing makes sense. It hasn’t for a long time now. Ever since...ever since high school, really. And I just…”

“I just wish you were still here.” He hissed into the morning air as he closed his eyes and let his eyes finish emptying themselves so he could hopefully return home with them dry and pretend that they had never been crying in the first place.

From several yards away the groundskeeper stole glances at the strange visitor as he worked his usual surveyal of the grounds. However, his gleaming, unwelcome eyes were not the only pair that happened to be following Virgil that day.

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Patton Sangster, newly appointed cupid under Eros, had just finished the last of his angelic training and was lined up with the rest of the lucky graduates about to receive their first heavenly assignments.

Finally! He cheered in his head. A chance to prove that all of his training wasn't for nothing. He may be light hearted, but he certainly wouldn't take his heavenly duties lightly. He would prove without a doubt that being soft hearted didn’t mean he was weak. Far from it in fact. He considered the overflowing love he had in his heart to be his greatest and most cherished source of strength.

Little did the little cupid know just yet, but that unbridled and passionate love of others would soon be his very downfall.

I'm living dead, dead, dead, dead.

Only alive-live-live-live.

When I pretend-tend-tend-tend.

That I have died, died, died, died, died, died.

An elder, more experienced cupid passed back and forth in front of the recruits with a golden clipboard they had summoned. Odiel, patron cupid of dark love ballads, was surprisingly the one giving the assignments to the newbies this year. He listed off each angel and their assignment with a resigned sigh and dramatic flip of the page. He went through many graduates before finally getting to Patton, which had caused the poor angel to bounce nervously on his feet.

"Patton Sangster?"

"Yes, that's me!" He nodded eagerly with a dazzling grin.

"Hm." His superior clicked his tongue before looking at his clipboard. "No official angel name given yet. No patron title earned yet."

Patton's eager expression flickered, a brief frown gracing his features before they turned back into his patton-ted steadfast smile.

"We'll just assign you to your old hometown during life, then. And see where it goes from there."

Patton gasped, bringing his hands up to cup his face. "Heartwish City?!"

Odiel pauses for a moment to check another page on their clipboard. "...Yes."

"Yay! Oh, I can't wait to see everyone again! And help them out!"

"Mhmm. Well, you will have to wait a bit more. There's still orientation to get through."

"Oh, of course." His smile turns more nervous, "Yes, sir."

And with that, the rest of the graduates were assigned before they all headed over to the orientation stadium.

The clouds are thicker and fluffier around the stadium, which is covered in red, pink, and white decorations and gold trimmings. Eros himself stands on a stage floating gently above them. Some of his more well known cupids fly beside him and his effervescent presence. They give the awaiting crowd reminders of what-to-do's and what-not-to-do's before Eros finally speaks.

"Today is the day you truly become cupids. Go forth and spread love, devotion and admiration wherever you may fly to. Prove your loyalty both to me and to my almighty mother Aphrodite. Be the best angel you can be." He intones in a booming voice accompanied by grand hand gestures. He then bows his head toward the crowd of new cupids in respect and waves them off, officially dismissing them to their new posts.

Patton, having been absolutely jittery with excitement throughout the whole orientation, immediately flaps his small, pink and blue hummingbird like wings and takes off into the early morning sky.

His flight time is shortened by both his familiarity with the destination and his newly appointed status. So much so that to any outside spectator, he would have arrived there in the bat of an eyelash.

As he glided over his old town, he spotted several people he once new. Miss Fauna was putting up a new display in front of her flower shop. Tia and Ana were putting up an ad for their speciality tea of the day. Dr Picani was leaving the Blue Fairy Therapy building while glancing at his watch. And many, many more lovely and well missed faces.

But the one he had missed most of all was currently over at the Shooting Star Cemetery, sitting criss-crossed applesauce right in front of his grave.

Sure, he hadn't seen them in over seventeen years, not since their childhood together. But he would be able to recognize that pale face and protective spirit anywhere! This was his best friend we were talking about, after all. And Patton never took his friendships lightly. So he did a spiraling turn in the air to change directions for this newfound destination. He could worry about his other duties later, he had a dear friend to visit!

He hovered over the cemetery like an excited bee hovering over a group of flowers, staying close to the sparse clouds strewn about the glorious sunrise. Not only had Virgil grown up healthily, but he had even remembered him! And was currently paying respects to his grave, apparently. He leaned forward and focused his hearing on the sounds happening down below him.

"You wouldn't believe the week I've had, Pat." Oh dear, what could have happened? Is whatever it was the reason he was visiting? "I think my parents have lost their ever loving marbles. Don’t get me wrong or anything- I love them a bunch. But I just don’t...I just don’t get why they’re doing this, ya’ know?”

What could they have possibly done? Patton remembered Virgil's parents, three queer platonic partners who had always adored their son. They were loved by the whole neighborhood and Patton himself had also enjoyed their company whenever he had visited Virgil's house for playdates and sleepovers. He couldn't imagine them ever doing anything to harm their beloved child! But, if they had hurt Virgil somehow…

“They’re insisting I see this stupid matchmaking witch doctor guy," Ohhh! A matchmaker, huh? Virgie really had grown up! It seemed like just yesterday the two of them were talking about the other boys possibly having cooties during recess. "Who probably thinks I’m a loser by the way-he seemed kinda stuck up and I kept making a fool of myself as per usual." Well that didn't seem very nice of whoever this matchmaker fellow was. Patton would never think of his assignments as losers...everyone was equally deserving of love after all!

"And like they want me to get hitched to some dude ASAP I guess so I can ‘spread my wings’? Whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean?” Wait just a minute...Matchmaker...Wings...Patton was a cupid now! Duh. The solution was obvious!

Patton puffed up his chest and fluttered his wings excitedly. He could be Virgil's new, better matchmaker. And nothing would make Pat more happy than having his childhood friend being his first assignment as an official cupid. It was all falling into place so well, almost like destiny! But Virgil was talking again now, so Patton tuned back in.

”But a part of me can’t help but think they’re just trying to get rid of me. Just pawn me off to a random guy so I can be out of their hair! But they...They’ve never said or done anything like that before...They’ve always been so nice to me and so supportive and so loving so I just don’t…”

Ahhh, this was all Virgie's anxiety getting to him again. He had always been a worrywart, even back when they were kids. He guessed some things never changed, not even when it had been so many years. Back then, Patton had always tried to ease his worries and be the most supportive friend he could be. But even at his best and most empathetic, he had been far too young to quite comprehend the full depths of Virgil's emotions.

He looked back at Virgil only to find tears running down his cheeks now, marring his dark eyeshadow. Oh dear sweet Aphrodite- he was crying! “I just don’t get it anymore, Patton. Nothing makes sense. It hasn’t for a long time now. Ever since...ever since high school, really. And I just…”

Highschool? What had happened in high school? Did someone hurt his dearest friend while he wasn't there to protect him? Patton leaned even more forward and gripped the clouds nervously.

“I just wish you were still here.”

Patton froze. Only holy magic and his grip on the clouds keeping him in the air.

I lay back in a glittering mist,

And I, I think of all the men I, I could have kissed.

I haven't lived my life, I haven't lived love,

It's just a bird's eye view from, from up above.

A part of him wished he was still there too. And that same part of him wished he had been there beside Virgil through it all. Had been there in highschool to prevent whatever it was that had hurt his Virgie. Had been there to tell that rude matchmaker off for him. Had been there to give him a lesson in proper etiquette and respect towards his clients. Had been there to help his parents find a better matchmaker. And even to help Virgil pick only the best partner for a great guy like him.

He released a breath he didn't even know he was holding in the first place. But he was here now! And he could help him now!

Now filled to the brim with determination- He hurriedly fumbled to summon his bow and quiver, which he had been storing in his Grace, and pulled out a red romantic arrow from the bag. In his haste, however, he had nicked the side of his arm with the tip of it. He paused to look at the offending wound, wondering if a nick was considered the same thing as a pierce. It wasn't, right? He didn't remember them saying anything about scratches while in the heavenly academy. Oh well, it was probably nothing to worry about! It hadn't come anywhere near his heart, after all.

Besides, Patton had much more pressing matters to attend to. And a heart that needed a connection only he could create was waiting for him. A connection that would transcend the very heavens themselves! Pat would definitely find Virgil a beloved partner that could kiss his many worries away. Many, many kisses. Kisses for that kissable mouth...and soothing voice...and soft looking cheeks…and pale, elegant hands...

Patton shook his head furiously to rid himself of those lucrative thoughts. Sure, Virgil had grown up handsomely, yeah. But this was Patton's best friend he was talking about! How could he be thinking such scandalous and traitorous things? Besides, he had chosen Virgil for his very first assignment. He had to be more professional than that! He had to prove himself a worthy cupid both to Eros himself and to his fellow angels.

He moved to expertly draw his bow, with the same arrow that had previously drawn his blood, poised in the direction of the huddled figure below him. Just as he was about to finally fire, however…He heard it.

"Patton." Just a whisper. A whimper through tears. Just a mumble amidst other unintelligible cries of sorrow.

And yet it felt like a shout. A cry for help. A plea for him. It rang through Patton's ears with the force of a hurricane and knocked him off of his balance.

The arrow cracked and twisted off it's place on the bow and turned to stab through his heart.

He choked on the blood that had bubbled up into his throat and desperately pawed at the arrow lodged accidentally into his most valuable organ.

The words of one of his superior angels and teacher, Balladeil, flared up into his mind. A cupid was not meant to take a cupid's arrow. A cupid's arrow was not made to be used on a cupid.

"Oh Eros!" He cried "Oh no!"

He grabbed at the arrow and started yanking on it. Trying to pull it out of his chest. But it was being stubborn, latching onto his Grace and using that to keep ahold of him. More blood gushed from the wound only to be consumed by his Grace as it tried to heal him from the intrusion. Tears started pouring from Patton's eyes to match Virgil's.

Then, before he knew it, the arrow had melted into his heart and merged into his Grace. And the connection had been completed.

Patton stared dumbfoundedly at the clean space where it used to be for several solid minutes. The wounds were completely healed now and the blood was all gone. It was too late. He had been too late. He had failed.

He took a shaky breath and moved to collect his bow and quiver.

He stored them carefully back into his Grace.

He looked back down at Virgil, who was getting up from the ground now.

He flew slowly over the graveyard as Virgil walked hurriedly past the leering groundskeeper.

He followed Virgil silently all the way back to his home, often passing by a strange crow that happened to be on the same flight path as him.

He watched over Virgil for the rest of the day and way on into that night.

Did I really deserve it?

It happens when you're hurting.

And cut me at the surface,

Of my heart.

Of my heart-heart-heart.

A/N: Patton, you darling idiot. You would have been fine if you weren’t so clumsy. X3 Anyways, hope y’all enjoyed! The next fic I’ll post will be that Creativitwins one shot I mentioned earlier. And then it’ll be right back into the E.V.O.L au! ;3

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Plots. Prompts. AUs. Tropes. What have you.

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Please know this: These will be updated from time to time! Many of these plots I’ve worked hard on and am eager to try out. Yes, a lot of them are romantic or darkly romantic -- sorry. Most of these can be altered to fit whatever we want. Some of them will be pretty hard to RP, I recognize. Whoops! Plenty of these can be really angsty, dark, and well -- hopefully we can have some fun with that.

Plots.

“Take it Back” // Pink Floyd Post-Apocalyptic AU Ten or so years after the Zombie Outbreak.

“The Scout.”

1.) Muse A is from a well secured township and is sent to scout as to why its sister location has gone radio silent. They run into Muse B on the way. Do they work together and travel to the sister location or is Muse B the reason the sister location is down?

1.2) If Muse B is the cause of the fall of the sister location, why? What were the reasons? What happened behind closed doors of that township?

“Supplies.”

2.) Muse A is on a supply run and runs into Muse B. Do they decide to band together for survival or do they fight for the supplies Muse A has found? 2.1.) Muse A is on a supply run and runs into Muse B. Muse B is wounded and Muse A manages to rescue and heal Muse B. Do they stick together afterwards or does Muse B skip town?

2.2) Muse B tells Muse A of their plans to go to a place that is claimed to be some sort of sanctuary by someone on the radio they’ve found. Muse A decides to accompany Muse B. Is it truly sanctuary or is there something rotten afoot?

“Provisions.”

3.) Muse B is caught by Muse A for hoarding rations and keeping more than their fair share. In a desperate attempt to keep Muse A from outing them and potentially being ejected from the group, Muse B confides in them that they’re pregnant and unsure of how they’re going to be able to survive with a child and so have kept extras for future use.

3.1) Muse A decides to kick it up a notch and has quickly placed themselves at Muse A’s side and vows to fulfill whatever roles Muse B needs, spouse, parent, provider, etc.

“Just a peek.” Life Could Be A Dream // The Crew-Cuts

1.) Muse B gets a furtive glance of the future. They see a fulfilling, wonderful life with Muse A -- kids, house, stability, true love, real happiness. Do they want it? Is this something they’ve dreamt of? Is it something they want with Muse A? Or is it something they never considered before? Something they never wanted at all? Do they pursue it or do they fight it?

1.2) Muse B and Muse A do not get along or are enemies. What changes in Muse B’s behaviour after seeing the vision or do they maintain their stance?

1.3) Muse B got the vision wrong -- and it is not their future with Muse A but instead Muse C’s. Do they attempt to take it for themselves or let it go?

“Pack it up.” Send Me On My Way // Rusted Root

1.) The muses have to live with each other for some reason or another despite not liking each other. They’ve got to make it work. The apartment is cramped with only one bathroom. It’s up to them to make it into a cozy home. The muses must decorate and furnish their new apartment. To the shopping centers they go! 1.2) Muse A has been standoffish, cold towards Muse B for whatever reasons until they see Muse B do mundane, domestic, pedestrian things and finds themselves quickly falling for them. 1.3) Muse B has been nursing a crush on Muse A but due to Muse A’s standoffish nature towards them, they never let their feelings be known.

“If you go, I’ll stay. If you come back, I’ll be right here.” Where’s My Love // SYML Reincarnation!AU

1.) The muses have spent every lifetime together, whether they know it or not. From their first incarnation, throughout every era, they have found each other, fought for each other, and loved each other. They’ve belonged together in any form. This time, it’s different… Muse A remembers all their past lives with Muse B. They know that they’re missing Muse B in this lifetime -- where are they?

1.2) Muse B is with someone else and it’s up to Muse A to win them back. Do they tell them of their past lives? How are they going to get the love of their lives back to where they belong: with them?

“Funnel cake madness.” Younger // Tony Anderson

1.) The muses go to the carnival! Rides, food, fireworks, and showing off at the games to win each other stuffed animals.

“Someone to stay.” Amnesia!AU Crimson and Clover // Tommy James and the Shondells

1.) Muse A suffers from amnesia and must rely on Muse B for just about everything.

1.2) Dark! Muse A actually doesn’t know Muse B and Muse B chooses to falsify memories and a whole life together with Muse A.

“absentia” The Night We Met // Lord Huron

1.) Muse A suddenly vanishes but no one is talking about it. Muse B is absolutely panicked over this as Muse A is special to them. But no one even recalls Muse A and think Muse B is losing it. Was Muse A even real or were they someone Muse B created to deal with trauma? Looking through photos and videos, there is no Muse A. When Muse B is about to accept that Muse A was never real… they find an old wallet photo of Muse A and Muse B together.

1.2) Muse B has a choice. Show others of this proof of Muse A or keep it hidden. Who is in on Muse A’s vanishing and erasure of their life? How will Muse B get them back? How far will they go to reclaim what’s theirs?

“Operation: Romance their pants off.” Fake Date!AU Tonight You Belong To Me // Patience and Prudence

1.) Muse A goes to Muse B to help them woo Muse C. Muse B is secretly in love with Muse A but they just want them to be happy, so they suck it up, and help Muse A.

1.2) Muse A decides the best way to get Muse C’s attention is through jealousy and convinces Muse B to fake date them.

1.3) Eventually it comes to light as to what Muse A is up to. Muse A made a move on Muse C and Muse C wants to know why Muse A is trying to cheat on Muse B. Muse A fesses up to what’s been happening and Muse C laughs it off and accidentally outs Muse B’s romantic feelings towards Muse A.

1.4) OR -- Muse A begins developing feelings for Muse B as they fake date and they have to figure out a way to stop fake-dating and start real-dating.

“Oh, god. It’s you.” Mr. Sandman // SYML

1.) Muse B does a summoning spell to locate their one true love. Muse A appears. These two do not get along. Confusion is had.

1.2) Muse A wants to know what the spell was. Muse B refuses to say.

1.3) Bonus. Muse B has done the spell wrong and now Muse A cannot go too far from them, forcing them to live together, work together, etc. Muse B starts to see why they’re their true love in the pedestrian, domestic, everyday things they witness Muse A doing.

“Second chances.” Mona

1.) After a one night stand, Mona doesn’t think she’s going to see Muse B ever again -- until she finds out she’s pregnant. Having fertility issues, she sees this as a second chance and seeks out Muse B to tell them she is keeping the offspring whether they want to be a part of it or not.

1.2) Muse B wants to be a part of the pregnancy and the child’s life, and so Mona moves in with them to give the relationship a shot, platonic or otherwise.

“The Guy in the American Flag Onesie.” Josette

1.) Freshly new to this dimension, Jo attempts to settle into a typical terran life. But she’s no idea who all these heroes are. Watching the news at a diner, she cracks a joke about not knowing who Captain America is.

1.2) Overhearing this, someone sits down across from her, and tells her just who Captain America is -- from Steve Rogers himself.

AUs.

Grease Arranged Marriage Mermaid Fake Date Bodyguard Fake Engagement Love Potion Undercover Couple Wrongfully Convicted/Hiding from the Law College High School Soulmates [ fave ] Zombie Reincarnation Amnesia Time Traveling Roommates Forced Roommates Suddenly Parents Royalty (Victorian, Elizabethan, Medieval, Modern, etc) Spies Assassins Werewolf/Vampire ABO Yandere

Pairings.

Bad Guy/Good Girl Good Guy/Bad Girl Bad Guy/Bad Girl Neighbors Friends to lovers Friends with benefits to lovers Love at first sight Enemies to lovers Hero/Villain Hero/Civilian Hero/Antihero Villain/Civilian Teacher/Student Age Gap [legal!] Supernatural Creature/Human Supernatural Creature/Supernatural Creature Friends to enemies to lovers

Prompts // Tropes.

Friends to enemies to lovers.

Magic Made Me Do It!

reverse fake dating: very in love couple has to pretend they’re not actually together.

Seasonal Things: Carving pumpkins, going on hayrides, going to haunted houses, trick ‘r treating, gift shopping, skiing, camping, hanging up Christmas lights, etc.

Mutual Pining. [ fave ]

The hero and villain falling in love.

Slowburn. [ f a v e ]

soft/hard: basically where one character is cold, ruthless, driven, and other is kind, forgiving, and gentle. Just complete opposites. How the cold one can be merciless to everyone else except the one person they love and how fiercely loyal and loving they are towards that person. On the flip side, the soft person soothes the cold one and has a way to make them feel truly happy, truly at peace for the first time in their lives. [ f a v e ]

Grungy, rogue, uncivilized Muse A and the proper, tidy, law-abiding Muse B falling in love with one another.

Opposites attract.

Blind dates.

Age differences.

Height differences.

You bonded with my kid and now we’re kind of a couple. [ fave ] // my kid adopted the quiet loner at the park and now I kinda have a boyfriend. [ fave ]

Mistaken identity. Shy muse and outgoing muse.

Songs.

I Found // Amber Run Into Dust // Mazzy Star Take it Back // Pink Floyd Coming Back to Life // Pink Floyd High Hopes // Pink Floyd Show Me Love // Laura Mvula Your Way Is The Way Home // Tired Pony Younger // Tony Anderson Tonight You Belong To Me // Patience and Prudence Mr. Sandman // SYML Where is my love? // SYML Body // SYML Life Could Be A Dream // The Crew-Cuts Be My Baby // The Ronettes yes to heaven // Lana Del Rey Crimson and Clover // Tommy James and the Shondells Crazy On You // Heart The Night We Met // Lord Huron Send Me On My Way // Rusted Root Where Is My Mind? // Pixies Someone to Stay // Vancouver Sleep Clinic Night Moves // Bob Seger Nights In White Satin // The Moody Blues Bad Blood // Neil Sedaka & Elton John Rocket Man // Elton John To Build a Home // The Cinematic Orchestra You // The Pretty Reckless I'm On Fire // Bruce Springsteen When the Night is Over // Lord Huron Hurts Like Hell // Fleurie

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stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale · 5 years

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with you [1/6]

Summary: Clementine pops the question.

Preview:

Mitch frowns, holding up the ring, “Then, why the stupid ring? It doesn’t mean anything. Wearing this and saying you’re married doesn’t change anything, so why bother?”

“It means something to me, okay?” Clementine snaps. “I don’t care if it’s ‘not a thing’ anymore. Is it so wrong that maybe I want to try and give him something that most of us thought was long dead? That I want something like that?” She snatches the ring away from him. “Yesterday, AJ found a wedding photo that belonged to this walker couple, and Louis explained what it meant and I just… I haven’t been able to get it out of my head. I didn’t ask you to understand what I want to do. I asked you if you could adjust the ring for me.”

Mitch eyes her quietly. Then, he straightens up. “Fine,” he says, holding out his hand, “I’ll fix your fucking ring.”

Warnings: There’s a little dirty talk but it’s just Mitch, no actual sexual content, just some good ‘ol smooching. Ruby’s a fucking sweetheart. Mitch is Clem’s tsundere best friend. Violet’s pretty angsty. Nightmares occur. This is long, sorry.

Author’s Note: Hey so episode 3 has killed me and I’m coping by writing some overly gushy Clouis even though I should be finishing up the final part of my Aasim story but it’s fine. I got this asks months ago requesting some married!clouis where Louis proposes to Clem, but then I thought, “Know what’s even better?? Clementine proposing to Louis” because my boy needs some real love and I’m a ho for this concept.

Also, Mitch is alive in this because fuck Lilly I miss my boy my fic my rules

---

It was back in the train station that the thought ever crossed her mind. Which is actually kind of strange to think about, Clementine realizes as she examines the small box in her hand.

She feels Louis shift beside her, turning over to sleep on his side facing her. She sits at the edge of the bed, peering over her shoulder at him. He’s quiet tonight with a calm face. He nuzzles closer into his pillow as his near silent sigh escapes his lips.

Clementine smiles to herself. She opens the box, setting the lid on her desk and pulls out two freshly polished rings. She lets the larger one fall down her pointer finger as she examines it, twisting it around until she finds the detail she’s looking for, and she smiles again.

Then, she turns to the sleeping boy beside her. One arm is tucked under his pillow while the other rests close to his chest. Clementine holds her breath as she carefully, gently pulls his hand closer to her. He doesn’t move or wake.

She easily slips the band onto his ring finger and lets out her breath.

It actually fits. Not too loose, not too tight, but snug enough that it’ll only come off with a little force. And it does. She slides the ring off and places it back in the box. Her heart beats loud in her chest and she recognizes the fluttering and tightening in her gut.

Tomorrow evening.

It’s so close.

And to think had AJ not rummaged through that walker’s pockets, she probably wouldn’t be holding this box in her hands.

---

Two Weeks Earlier...

A supply run to the train station was a spur of the moment thing when the three of them were out hunting. They’d only caught three full-grown rabbits when Louis mentioned that it wasn’t too far away. AJ had been all for the idea, and Clementine figured it wouldn’t be so awful to go back and collect anything they might’ve missed from their previous trip.

Up ahead, but not too far, Louis is telling some crazy, exaggerated story that left AJ hanging onto every single word.

Clementine spots a walker from the corner of her eye lingering in the trees, it’s head twitching with interest at the sound of Louis’ laughter. It’s the first one they’ve spotted in the time they’ve traveled, likely due to James doing his part of their arrangement.

They’ve worked out a decent system; anywhere they plan to hunt or scavenge, they let James know in advance so he can gather and lead stray walkers away, making trips a lot easier and a lot quicker. In exchange, he’s welcome to come and stay in a room and eat with them whenever he wants. He didn’t often stay many nights in a row, but Clementine’s just glad to see him opening up with the others and making friends.

Clementine picks up a large rock and chucks it. The walker follows the noise.

The decrepit train station is empty. When they enter, there sat the dead couple, slumped over and still tied to their chairs. Everything looks the same as they left it last. They gather as much as they can, like leftover food and duct tape and a few bandages.

“Oh-ho!” Louis calls out from behind the counter. “Looks like I found your secret stash.”

Clem quirks a brow and leans over the counter to peer down at him. He flashes her a bright smile and waves a beaten up chocolate bar.

“Seriously?” When she tries to reach for it, he teasingly jerks it away.

“I don’t think so, darling,” he pockets the bar. “Gotta save stuff like that for a special occasion.”

“Special occasion,” she scoffs. “Like?”

“Like when it’s your birthday, or if it’s someone else’s birthday and you forgot to get them a present,” Louis then glances away, “or, y’know, for date night.”

“Date night, huh?” Clementine smirks.

“Woah...”

From behind her, Clementine hears AJ shuffling around the dead couple. He’s unfolding something small and gray curiously. Upon a closer look, Clementine can tell it’s a wallet, and from it, AJ pulls out a five-dollar bill to study it.

“Look at that,” Louis approaches the boy, “looks like dinner’s on AJ.”

“Huh?”

Louis takes the wallet and pulls out some credit cards. “By the looks of it, we’re getting a three-course meal.”

“With extra dessert,” Clementine smiles.

AJ looks between the two of them, clearly confused. “I don’t get it.”

“Money,” he explains. When he turns it around, something falls out and Louis pauses. “...Huh.” He bends down to pick it up. He flips it around and a smile tugs at his lips.

“What is it?” AJ asked.

Louis motions to the couple. “It’s, uhm... their wedding photo.” He hands it over to AJ.

“Wedding photo?” AJ studies the picture. Clementine moves around them to look as well.

It’s jarring, the idea that the young couple are the same people as the decaying bodies in the chairs before them. They’re both so clean and happy with wide smiles.

The woman’s beautiful, Clementine thinks, with her hair pulled back into a bun of curls and her cheeks a pretty pink. Her dress is white with glittering details, and her diamond ring is visible on her hand resting against her husband's chest.

“They look...” AJ’s mouth twists as he searches for the right word.

“Happy?” Louis offers.

“Well, yeah, they’re smiling, but...” AJ looks at the dead bodies. “I don’t know. It’s weird. Why’re they dressed like that?”

Louis laughs. “Well, little dude, back before the walkers came, people used to get married. It was a pretty big deal, and when they did, they’d have a wedding. Think of it like a huge party with lots and lots of people to celebrate the couple getting married.”

“Okay, but,” AJ says, “but what does it mean? To be married?”

“Uh, well,” Louis scratches his neck, “it’s what people used to do to prove they really loved each other, I guess. It was, like, a big step to take to marry someone and call them your wife, or your husband.”

“And anyone can do it? Even me?” asks AJ. “I can get married?”

Clementine smiles, and says, “You’re a little young for that right now.”

AJ frowns and crosses his arms. “How old do I gotta be?”

“Well, there isn’t really a set age, I guess-”

“And I can marry who I want?”

“Yes, but,” Clementine shoots Louis, who’s completely amused by the conversation, a glance as if looking for help with an explanation, “it’s not really something people do anymore.”

“Why not? I mean, you just throw a party, right? And I can marry whoever I love? Like you, right?”

At that, Louis laughs. Clementine sighs. “Uh...”

“Well, little dude, marriage wasn’t for that kind of love,” Louis says, “it’s a bit more complicated than that.” He puts the picture back into the wallet and tucks it back into the dead man’s pocket. “These two didn’t love each other like you and Clem do. They got married because...” Louis’ smile almost turns sad, “they were in love, as a couple.”

“Oh...” AJ thinks, “oh, like, a kissing love.”

“A kissing love,” Louis agrees. He winks at Clementine, and her heart flutters.

“Like you and Clem?”

Blood rushes to Clementine’s cheeks as a loud, nervous laugh escapes Louis.

Before AJ can ask his next question, there’s a soft bang against the door. The conversation’s forgotten as they get low and carefully maneuver close to the door. AJ peeks out the window.

“Monster.”

Clementine nods. They all stand, relaxing a little. The door’s closed so one walker isn’t a threat.

Louis hauls a large bag over his shoulder. “Well, I think we’ve gotten all we can get,” he says, “should head back before dark.”

Clementine nods. “Right.”

But, she doesn’t move. She watches Louis and AJ leave, and hears the walker being dealt with. Clementine turns back to the couple, her eyes glancing down at the man’s rotten hand.

He still has his ring on.

“Clem?”

“...Coming.”

---

It stuck with her the rest of the day. From when they entered the gates of the school again and all throughout dinner.

Marriage wasn’t something she ever thought of. Sure, there had been that dumb “marry, ‘flip’, kill” question that seemed to come up during their card games, and sure, from all the groups she’d been in, some have had married couples.

Like Kenny and Katjaa.

Like Christa and Omid.

Like David and Kate.

...Like Rebecca and Alvin.

And before the walkers, her parents had been married. Happily married. She didn’t remember a lot about them, but there were things that stood out in her brain when she concentrated her thoughts.

Like how her father would always kiss her mother’s cheek before going to work and after coming home. It didn’t matter if she was cooking, or still in bed, or working on a project, or on the phone, he always kissed her, like it was some unspoken rule.

And how they laughed together. Her father had this deep, rumbling voice that practically shook the house when he laughed, and his laugh only made her mother laugh harder.

And the cute names they called each other. Honeybun. That’s what her father called her mother. Honeybun.

But, marriage wasn’t something that stuck in her brain, not something she actively thought about. However, seeing that wedding photo, the couple who died together tied to those chairs, and actually talking about it, hearing Louis talk about it... it stuck with her.

AJ had let the conversation go after Louis moved onto another topic. She knew that he was trying to avoid the obvious question on AJ’s mind.

“Like you and Clem?”

Like Louis and her...

“Yoo-hoo?”

A hand waves in front of her face. She blinks and turns to Louis. They’re on the outside couch sitting in front of a fire. His arm rests comfortably behind her.

He grins. “Where’d you go?”

“Nowhere.”

“You went somewhere.”

Clementine sighs. “Just thinking, I guess.”

“You got watch, Lou,” Ruby says, approaching them. “You and Aasim.”

“Aw, seriously?” Louis sighs before grinning. “Hey, wanna switch? I can take your morning shift and you can go with Aasim tonight?”

“Nope,” Ruby shook her head and points back at the tower. “Get goin.’“

Louis slouches, mumbling quietly, “I tried, my dude...” Clementine rolls her eyes and elbows him.

“Don’t keep him waiting.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Louis stands, reaching his arms high over his head to stretch out his body. He lets out a satisfied groan as his arms fall back to his sides. “I’ll be there in a second.”

Ruby nods and walks off.

His foot taps hers. “Guess I’ll see you tonight,” he says. Then, he leans forward. His fingers caress her jawline as he lightly pulls her towards him and places a soft kiss on her cheek. “I’ll try not to wake you.”

“Goodnight,” is all she can muster up to say.

“Goodnight, darling.” He leaves her with a smile.

And as she watches him walk away, it occurs to her with a single, strange thought.

I want to marry that boy.

---

Clementine tries to fall asleep, but she’s restless. She doesn’t know how long she’s laid there, but no position, no angle allows sleep to take her.

AJ snores quietly in his bed on the other side of the room. Louis still won’t be back for a few hours.

So, she gets up and leaves. As she’s quietly closing the door behind her, she hears footsteps. Instinctively, she turns to see who it is.

Violet keeps her eyes forward as she walks down the hall, not giving Clementine any acknowledgment.

It’d been awful between the two of them ever since the delta fight two years ago. She couldn’t even breathe in Violet’s direction without getting ‘fuck you’ eyes, and talking was completely out of question. Not that Clementine didn’t still try, but it seems that Violet’s determined to keep herself in the shadows of the school, only talking to Tenn and Louis, and on rare occasions Ruby, Omar, and Aasim.

Louis once tried to help them patch things up. It didn’t go over well.

What else could she do, though? Clementine can’t force their friendship back together. Not after everything.

Clementine tries to put it out of her mind as she moves down the opposite direction. Down by the entrance doors, she finds Ruby grimacing at something in her hands.

“Hi, Ruby,” she greets.

“Oh, hi, Clem,” Ruby smiles. “Thought you went off ‘ta bed?”

“Can’t sleep.”

Ruby nods understandingly. “Well, you wanna help me fix Willy’s shirt?” she holds up a dirty blue shirt with a tear along the side. “Got it caught again and didn’t bother stopin’ to untangle himself.”

“Of course.”

Clementine kept the shirt still and flattened out while Ruby went to work.

“Wish that runt would be more careful,” murmurs Ruby, “always tearing his clothes up. What’ll happen if he ruins all of ‘em? That boy’ll be in nothin’ but rags.”

“You could have him sew his own stuff.”

Ruby scoffs. “Yeah, right.”

Clementine watches her steady hand as she sews in a comfortable silence. Being around Ruby like this is peaceful. The two had gotten close over the years, and for that, she’s grateful. She adores Ruby.

Clementine glances around and decides to just go for it while it was just the two of them. ”Hey, Ruby, can I ask you a personal question?”

“Sure, hon,” Ruby smiles. “What’s on yer mind?”

“Uh, well...” Clementine starts. “Have you... ever liked someone?” Ruby stops her needlework and perks a brow. “Like, had a crush?”

The redness on Ruby’s cheeks brighten. “I-uh- what in the world are ya asking me that for?”

“Just curious if anyone ever caught your fancy,” Clementine replies. She didn’t think the question would actually make Ruby flustered.

Ruby pokes herself with the needle, hissing a cuss.

“Well,” she says, “hate ta disappoint you, but no.”

“Never?”

Ruby shakes her head. “Nu-uh.”

Clementine thinks back to Aasim and Louis’ constant teasing of the poor boy.

“You don’t like anyone here like that? Not even a little?”

Ruby hesitates. “No.” She finishes sewing up the shirt and holds it up in front of her. “Why the sudden question?” she asks.

“I don’t know,” Clementine answers honestly.

Ruby shifts her weight onto one foot and scratches at her arm. After an awkward silence. “Well... alright, can ya keep a secret?”

Clementine perks up. “Yes.”

Ruby shakes her head. “Don’t get excited. He, uh, he’s not real.”

“What?”

Ruby’s blush deepens. “Sometime, after all the adults left, I had a hard time sleepin’ at night. Ms. Martin was startin’ ta worry ‘bout me. She told me I should try readin’, and I remember tellin’ her how stupid that was. But...” Ruby sighs, “I still let her read ta me before bed one night. A love story called ‘The Woodsman.’ Well, kinda a love story. She read it so well and,” she grins, “I guess I kinda fell in love with Milo.”

Clementine smiles back. “And, why’s that?”

“Milo’s this handsome woodsman doin’ everythin’ he can to help support him and his family, right. He’s kind, like, genuine kind. And the way he describes and talks about Abigail just is enough ta melt your heart. Or make ya cry.”

“Do they end up together?” asks Clementine.

Ruby shakes her head. “No. Ya see, Abigail’s taken and forced ta live on top this big ‘ol mountain by this old, ugly witch as punishment fer Milo killin’ one of her wolves.” She runs her fingers over the fresh stitching in Willy’s shirt and sighs. “Milo tries and tries again ta climb the mountain and save her, but every time he gets a little bit closer, he slips and tumbles down.”

“Shit,” Clementine says.

“Everything he does, he does it fer her. To free her of that witch’s cruelty. And the crazy part’s that he doesn’t even know if she loves him back. He don’t care if she does or not, he keeps climbin’ anyway and it eventually kills him,” Ruby shakes her head. “Never makes it back to Abigail.”

“That’s...” Clementine frowns, “awful.”

“Can’t tell ya how many times that part’s made me cry,” Ruby laughs, “and it’s even worse ‘cause as he’s laying at the bottom dyin’ he still thinkin’ ‘bout how only he knows she’s up there and only he can save her and... he dies. He dies and becomes a star.”

“A star?”

“In the sky. High up there and he watches and protects her from the witch until eventually, Abigail dies, too.”

“And becomes a star, too, right?”

Ruby nods. “Right.” She wipes at her eyes with the back of her hand. “Guess I always liked the idea of someone lovin’ me that much, enough ta fall down a mountain over and over again just ta save me. It’s silly, ‘cause I know someone like that doesn’t exist, but… thinkin’ they do still helps me sleep at night.” She begins to fold up the shirt. “After we lost Ms. Martin, I went through some of her things and found the book. Can’t tell ya how many times I’ve read it.” Ruby gives her a sheepish grin. “Huh… never told that ta anyone before.”

“That’s...” Clementine reaches out and touches Ruby’s shoulder, “really sweet, actually.”

“Don’t tell anyone,” Ruby smirks. “Don’t want anyone ta think I’m too soft.”

Clementine laughs. “I promise.”

Ruby yawns then, and says, “Well, sorry I blabbered so much. Think it’s time I hit the hay. Thanks fer helpin’ me and... fer listenin.’”

“It sounds like a good read,” Clementine says.

“I’d let you borrow it if ya want.”

“I think I’d like that.”

Ruby beams at her, smile wide across her face. She gathers all her things and is just about to walk back to her room when Clementine stops her.

“Ruby?”

“Hm?”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“Don’t hafta,” Ruby says. “Just ‘cause I shared, I mean.”

Clementine shakes her head. “I know.”

“Well, alright, then.”

Clementine hesitates, and in a whisper, she says, “I think I’m in love with Louis.”

Ruby laughs. “Oh, hon, that ain’t no secret,” she grins, “it’s all over yer face when yer together. His, too.”

“No, I mean...I’m in love with him.” Clementine meets Ruby’s eye. “If Louis were cursed by some witch and put on top of a mountain, I’d never stop climbing to get him back.”

Ruby’s grin falters as her eyes widen a bit with shock at the realization of Clementine’s words. “Oh...”

“Is that crazy?”

“No,” Ruby walks toward her, reaching down to grab her hands. “Not at all.”

“Really?”

“Really,” Ruby says firmly. “In fact, you should tell him that.”

“Yeah?” Clementine smirks. “’Hey, Louis, by the way, if you ever happen to get cursed and kidnapped by a witch I promise to save you.’”

That makes Ruby giggle. “Well, if any one of us were ta get cursed...” The two laugh together. Ruby lets go of her hands. “Serious, though? Tell him you love him. Ya never know in this world... don’t want any more regrets than we already got.”

“I know. Believe me, I know.”

---

Clementine’s still awake when Louis sneaks in. He tries his best to be quiet, tiptoeing around before slowly sliding into bed with her with a huff.

Clem lifts her head off the pillow. “Hey,” she whispers.

“Shit didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t,” she sighs. “Been in and out.”

Louis scoots closer to her so that her chin presses against his shoulder. He entwines their fingers and brings their hands to rest against his chest. He’s freezing from being outside.

“How was watch?” she asks.

“Same ‘ol, same ‘ol,” he replies. “Convinced Aasim to play go-fish with a twist ‘til he got mad,” he yawns, “and threatened to throw my deck away.”

Clementine smirks. “Sounds about right.” She gets comfortable, pressing her body against his side. He kisses the back of her hand. She sees his eyes fluttering shut as the day's exhaustion catches up with him.

“How’s your night?” he asks.

“Good, but better now.” She watches the corner of his mouth twitch into a grin.

Clementine watches their hands raise and fall with every breath he takes, and soon he’s fast asleep. His heartbeat is soft against her hand. She keeps herself awake a little while longer to make sure he remains peaceful. And he does.

As she runs her thumb over his, she wonders if the couple if the train station were holding hands when they died. She wonders what their last kiss was like, what their final words to each other were. She wonders if there were a lot of things left unspoken, things that wanted to be said, needed to be said.

She squeezes his hand and allows her eyes to rest.

---

In the morning, Clementine’s determined to find James.

She sneaks out, leaving Louis in bed. AJ’s already up, walking around on patrol. She makes sure to tell the others she’s going out to find James, making up an excuse, saying she’s worried that he hasn’t been back in a week.

AJ insists that he go with her, but Clem manages to convince him that she’ll just walk the perimeter since that’s usually where James sticks around. That calms him down, but he still mumbles about never going alone. So, Clementine takes Rosie with her. After all, Rosie could use the walk.

After she’s left, she wanders around to his usual spots close to the school, letting Rosie sniff around and chew up some sticks. She eventually finds him near his barn full of walkers.

When he sees her, he slips his mask off. “Clementine,” he greets softly. Rosie comes up to him and licks his hand. He softly pats her head. “Ah, Rosie.”

“James, you’re okay.”

“Yes,” he says. “You were worried?”

“Just haven’t seen you in a while. Wanted to check up on you.”

He smiles. “You’re very kind,” he says. He stands from the log he’s sitting on and says, “It’s been peaceful out here. And cool. Sleeping outdoors when it’s like this always makes me feel good.”

“I can see that. Just, don’t forget to check in with us, okay? Willy’s been asking about you.”

That makes James smile.

Clementine crosses her arms and takes a breath to steady her quick pulse. “Actually, there's another reason I wanted to find you.”

“Oh?” he asks. “What is it?”

“Well, uhm,” Clementine looks up at the barn. It’s faint, but she can hear them shuffling around and groaning inside. “Of the walkers you’ve found, do any of them happen to be wearing a ring?”

James cocks his head to the side. “That’s a strange question.”

“I know,” Clementine admits.

“What do you need a ring for?”

Clementine doesn’t reply. She tries to think of an excuse, to hide her true intentions, but her mind’s suddenly gone blank.

“Clementine?”

“I just... need a ring. Nothing fancy.”

James doesn’t push. He slips his mask on and as he walks over to the barn, he says, “I’ll look.”

He’s inside for a long time. Long enough that Clementine starts to get anxious. She wanders about, kicking at rocks and watching for stray walkers. She throws a stick for Rosie a few times.

Eventually, he does come out, and Clementine is right there, eager to see his findings.

James shakes his head. “Sorry.”

She gives a disappointed sigh.

She was hoping that she wouldn’t have to go back to the train station. It’s out of the way, and with only Rosie...

Actually...

“That’s okay,” she says. “Mind tagging along with me, then?”

“Where?”

“There’s a train station a little ways away,” she explains. “There’s a ring there.”

He’s curious, but again, he doesn’t push. “Okay.”

They don’t speak much as they walk. Clementine’s a little glad, it gives her a moment to really think about what she’s doing.

It’s odd that she’s considering the “feelings” of the dead walkers left in the train station, but she keeps telling herself they’re dead, they don’t need their wedding rings anymore. If anything, they'd be glad their rings could be used again for their intended purpose, right?

Then again, the couple had made a request to be left alone, one that Clementine didn’t honor. Perhaps they wouldn’t be too thrilled with her stealing from them after all.

The area around the train station is clear, just like it was yesterday. Once inside, they approach the couple. Clementine bends down and slips the gold ring off the male walker’s finger, wiping it off on her jacket. She studies it, and something occurs to her.

What if it doesn’t fit?

She slips it onto her ring finger. It’s a little loose. When she looks at it, she realizes it might even be too small for Louis. His hands are bigger than hers and if it’s only a little loose on her...

She turns back to James. “Try this on.”

“Uhm, what?” He blinks down at her.

“Your hands are bigger. I just need to see if it’ll fit.”

James’ eyes dart between her and the ring. “Clementine... you- you’re not... uhm, asking...”

She stares at his suddenly terrified face and it hits her. “No! No, I’m not- no!”

“I-It’s just, um, Tennessee once told me-”

“I’m not proposing to you!” She exclaims that way louder than she probably should have. This causes Rosie to bark.

James visibly relaxes. “Oh,” he says, “then why do you need me to wear it?”

“Because I...” Clem lowers her head, weighing her options here. She decides that James is trustworthy and that the truth is the best answer. “Because you have bigger hands than me and... I need to see if this will fit Louis.”

The surprise is clear in his expression even though his face is covered by his mask.

“I see,” he says. “When did this happen?”

“Nothing’s ‘happened,’ really. Not yet.”

“He asked you...?”

“No,” Clem shakes her head. “He... actually has no idea about this.”

James smiles slightly. “Oh.”

“So,” Clementine’s face is warm when she offers him the ring. “Will you just try it on?”

James takes the ring, but when he tries to slip it on, it barely goes past the mid-knuckle. “Seems he has smaller hands than me,” he says, referring to the walker.

“Shit. It probably won’t fit Louis then, either.”

Well, there went her plan.

“Keep it anyway,” James hands it back to her, “in case you can’t find anything else. I’ll keep an eye out for any walkers I come across, see what I can collect.”

“Thank you.”

An awkward silence falls over them, so Clem decides to check the lady walker, only to find her ring missing.

“Well... I might need not any rings. After all, it’s the thought that counts, right?” she half-jokes.

“Giving up so quick is unlike you,” says James. “His hands aren’t mine. It might fit.”

“I guess.”

“At least keep it as a symbol of what you’re asking. It’ll mean a lot to him, regardless.”

Clementine runs a finger over the smooth band. It almost feels heavy, not physically, but with all the intentions behind it.

“Did you ever think about these things with Charlie?”

“...At one time, yes.” He says nothing more.

With the ring in her possession, Clementine leaves the couple behind once more.

She fumbles with the ring secured in her pocket. “Maybe there’s a way to change it? Stretch it, maybe?”

“I wouldn’t know,” James says. “Maybe ask Mitch. He has plenty of tools. Maybe he could help.”

Clementine hadn’t thought of that.

Their tool collection doubled after they took down the raiders and stole most of their supplies. Plenty of things used for building or repairing or breaking things down. Mitch and Willy were thrilled when they dragged it all back to the school. They kept most of it hidden away in the basement. Maybe they did have something that could help.

---

James comes back with her to the school. Once they��re through the gates, he takes off his mask and is nearly run into by Willy and AJ.

“James!”

“You’re back!”

“Good to see you’re not dead,” Mitch says, approaching and knocking James’ shoulder with his fist.

“Yes,” James replies awkwardly, rubbing at his arm where Mitch punched him.

Ruby comes over to greet them, too.

“James, you hungry? I can have Omar whip you up something.”

“No, thank you, I’m alright-”

Willy grabs a hold of his arm and drags James over to one of the tables. “C’mon! Look what I did to this crossbow!”

“It’s super cool!” AJ exclaims.

“Oh-okay!”

Clementine grins before turning to Mitch and Ruby.

“He stayin’ a while this time?” she asks.

“I don’t know,” replies Clementine. “Hopefully.”

“Louis was asking for you earlier,” Mitch says. “Something about tuning the piano or some shit.”

Clementine smiles. ‘Tuning the piano’ meant piano lessons. He’d been teaching her to play for a few months now, insisting she learns so they can do duets together. She isn’t great, but she’s improving.

Ruby giggles at the expression Clementine’s face. She snaps out of it and says, “Okay, I will go find him.”

Mitch rolls his eyes and walks away.

Before Clementine can call after him, Ruby says, “I left ‘The Woodsman’ in yer room fer ya.”

“Thanks,” she says. “Can’t wait to read it.”

“Enjoy tuning the piano,” Ruby smiles before walking off.

Clementine decides that Louis can wait a little longer. She spots Mitch over on the couch, sharpening his knife with some handheld tool.

“Hey,” she greets. He barely looks up from his work.

“What’s up?”

“I need your help with something.”

“Oh, do you?” he says flatly.

“Yes,” Clementine frowns. “In the basement.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

Mitch examines his freshly sharpened knife. “...Fine. I was going down there anyway.” He tucks his weapon away and moves over to the basement doors. Clementine follows close behind. Mitch yanks open the doors with a grunt, and as they go down the stairs, he asks, “What’ja need?”

They stop at one of the work desks. Clem pulls out the ring. “Is there anyway you can make this bigger?”

Mitch stares at the ring with a deadpan expression.

“Serious?”

“Is that a no?” Clementine asks.

Mitch snatches the ring out of her hand. “Make it bigger?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“That’s for me to know.”

He shoots her another look. He taps the ring on the desk a few times then examines it again. Then, he bites it.

“Look, if you can’t do anything, just say so,” Clementine says, annoyed.

Mitch quirks a brow at her. “Fine,” he leans against the counter, holding the ring up, “I’ll see what I can do… if you tell me what it’s for.”

Clementine’s insides tighten. She knows he won’t give in, as stubborn as he tends to be, and if she wants his help, she’d have to give in. Not point in fighting.

“Fine, fuck it,” she says. “You’re going to find out anyway, might as well tell you now.” She crosses her arms and leans against the table as well. “But, you gotta keep it to yourself, at least for right now. Got it?”

“Fine.”

“It’s for Louis.”

“Louis?”

“Yeah, I’m…” she closes her eyes and takes a breath, “I’m asking him to marry me.”

Wow, saying it out loud is… strange.

When Mitch doesn’t say anything, she looks up at him. His expression is almost funny.

“...Why?” he finally asks.

Clementine shrugs, saying, “Because I love him.”

“Gross.”

She elbows him.

“Wait, you’re asking him to marry you? You know that’s not even a thing anymore, right?” Mitch asks. “That shit doesn’t matter.”

“Maybe not to everyone, and, honestly, it didn’t matter to me either until now,” she explains. “And it’s not a big deal, I just… want to let him know how I feel and I need a ring to give to him.”

“So, what? You’re gonna have a wedding?”

“I-I don’t know,” she admits.”I haven’t thought that far ahead yet.”

Mitch’s brows furrow as he eyes her and Clementine can see the gears turning in his head. She figured he wouldn’t understand what she wants to do, or that he’d call her an idiot, or-

“Are you doing this so you two can fuck?” Mitch asks bluntly.

It feels like her heart stops in her chest as her eyes pop wide open. “Excuse me?”

“You don’t gotta be married to screw around. I’m not saying that you should or anything, though. These walls are fucking thin,” Mitch explains.

Clementine’s mouth moves but no words came out. She shakes her head. “No, that’s not- we’re not- just-”

“Y’know,” Mitch ignores her stuttering, “My grams used to tell us we’d go to Hell if we had sex before we were married and all kinds of stupid shit. Yet, here we are, literally living in hell, and I doubt it’s because some idiots fucked before someone ‘officially’ declared them married,” Mitch says.

“That’s not why I’m doing this!” Clementine manages. “That’s not even- It’s not your business, anyway!”

Mitch frowns, holding up the ring, “Then, why the stupid ring? It doesn’t mean anything. Wearing this and saying you’re married doesn’t change anything, so why bother?”

Mitch eyes her quietly. Then, he straightens up. “Fine,” he says, holding out his hand, “I’ll fix your fucking ring.”

She hesitates but hands it back in his palm. Then, he searches around in one of the drawers and pulls out some string. “Gimme your hand,” he demands.

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

She does so, and he wraps the string around her ring finger. He pinches it and slides it off, then cuts it with his knife. He gives her the rest of the string. “Measure his finger and get back to me.”

“Uhm?”

“Do it when he’s asleep or something.”

Clementine watches as he starts darting around, pulling tools off shelves and digging around in drawers, muttering to himself. When he notices she’s still standing there, he says, “Don’t you gotta meet your husband-to-be?”

Shit, she almost forgot.

“Right, the piano,” she says.

Then, Mitch tenses. “Wait…” his face twists in disgust, “Oh, God, is ‘tuning the piano’ code for...?”

It takes her a second to get what he’s talking about.

“Mitch, I will stab you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I don’t wanna hear about it anyway,” he waves her off. “Go do your gross stuff.”

She leaves the basement flustered and ready to strangle Mitch. She takes a deep breath to calm herself and looks around for AJ. He’s still over sitting with James, Willy and Tenn. Determining he’s in good hands, she goes into the school.

---

A week passes before she's able to figure out how to measure Louis' finger.

She comes in after her night shift to see him and AJ still awake and reading a book together. She recognizes the cover as the one Ruby gave her.

"That was so cool!" AJ exclaims. "That wolf came outta nowhere and swish! Off goes its head!"

Louis laughs as AJ chops his hands through the air and jumps off the bed.

"Shouldn't you be asleep?" Clementine asks.

AJ freezes. "Oh, I couldn't sleep."

"I thought maybe a story would calm him down but it seems that backfired," Louis explains. He closes the book and sets it on the nightstand. This causes AJ to pout.

"C'mon, one more chapter?"

"Sorry, little dude, it's time to get some shut eye."

"But, I'm not tired!"

"We can read some more tomorrow night, okay?"

"Promise?" AJ holds out his pinky, expression serious. Louis hooks their pinkies together.

"Promise."

Then, AJ turns to Clementine. "I'm still not tired, though. Can I go check and see if Tenn's still awake? I'll go on patrol if he's not."

Clementine sighs. "Fine, just don't cause too much trouble."

"I won't!"

He grabs his box of crayons off his desk and hurries out the door.

Louis slips off his jacket and flops down onto their bed. "Now that the small child is gone, and we're alone..." he trails off. Clementine feels her pulse quicken at the suggestive look on his face, but then rolls her eyes when he pulls out his deck of cards from his pocket. “How about we play a game?”

“Another card game, hm?”

“Don’t sound so thrilled,” he laughs. He shuffles through his deck, flipping and rearranging them. She joins him on the bed, sitting across from him with her legs crossed. She reaches over and plucks the deck out of his hands.

“How about we mix it up?” She sets the cards on the table.

"What did you have in mind?” he asks.

She smirks. “Close your eyes.”

Louis raises a curious brow up at her. “Don’t think I’ve heard of that one.”

“Just do it,” she says.

“And what happens when I do?”

“You’ll have to close them and see.”

She can see his confidence starting to bend, but he rearranges his position on the bed to be more comfortable and clears his throat to try and hide it. Then, he closes his eyes.

“Keep them closed,” she says. “And no peeking.”

“A little peeking?”

“Nope,” she pinches his arm. “Peek and you lose.” She keeps an eye on his somewhat nervous face as she grabs his hand with the palm facing upwards.

“Uh, remind me,” he blurts out, “what-uh, what are the rules of this game, exactly?”

“You keep your eyes closed,” she says. She uses her pointer finger to trace an L on his palm. Almost immediately, he closes his fist and jerks it away. He covers up a laugh with a cough.

“What-!?”

“Eyes closed!” Clem presses her other hand over his eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to spell something out on your hand,” she explains, “and when I’m done you tell me what it is. And you can’t look or pull away.”

“Seriously?” he asks. “Do you have any idea how much that tickles?”

“Well, I didn’t think you were ticklish,” she teases.

“I’m not!” he objects.

She grabs his hand again. “I’ll give you an easy one to start, okay?”

She tries to move as little as possible to pull the string out of her pocket. She traces the L again. His fingers twitch and he grows tense with keeping the laughter bottled up inside him. She carefully spells the rest of his name as well as wraps the string lightly around his ring finger before quickly pulling it off.

“Don’t open them,” she says.

When she’s done, he pulls away again and rubs his hands together. He keeps his eyes closed.

“What did I spell?” she asks him. She ties the string at the measurement mark.

“Louis.”

“Are you sure?” she teases.

“I think I know how to spell my own name, thank you,” he says. “Even with whatever sneaky finger trick you’re trying to pull.”

“Well, I guess you win.”

“Can I open my eyes now?”

“No.”

“What? Isn’t it your turn?”

“Nope.”

“Darling, I’m starting to think this game’s a little rigged.”

Clementine takes a moment to glance over his face. His brows are knitted with concentration, and she can tell he’s biting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. She pockets the sting and reaches for his hand again. She absently traces the lines along his palm. His hand twitches again.

“Okay, that’s not even a word,” he complains.

She brings his hand up and kisses his knuckles.

Then, she leans over and kisses his chin, then his cheek. His breath stops before coming out shaky. She kisses his jaw. She lets go of his hand and runs her fingers over the thin fabric of his shirt. They move to his collarbone and his neck. She presses her thumb lightly against his pulse point. It beats hard. His skin is warm.

He carefully grabs her waist.

She traces a heart over his chest.

He tightens his grip on her.

And she finally presses her lips to his with a satisfied sigh.

---

The world’s a blur when her eyes flutter open.

She feels relaxed, calm as she weaves in and out of dreamless sleep. The body wrapped around her is warm, tight... and trembling?

And suddenly, she’s cold and awake, and Louis is gasping for air.

Fear runs through her veins as she jolts up. Louis has his head tucked between his knees, shaking and trying to breathe. All that escapes his lungs are short puffs. Her hands are on him immediately, pulling him close even when he flinches away.

“No-” he whimpers.

“Louis,” she whispers, pushing his dreads away from his face, “it’s okay, it’s me.”

He shakes his head. “Shit-” he sobs. He cries are muffled by his arm but Clementine can see how red and wet his eyes are. “-I’m sorry-” she hears him cry, “-I’m sorry, I’m sorry-”

She holds him tight against her.

He’d been sleeping so calmly these past few weeks. But, even so, the nightmares always back. They always did for her, too. But, that’s where she and Louis differed. Clementine’s nightmares have become a natural, accepted part of her life. She knows there’s no escape from them.

But Louis… even now, two years later, he still dreams of that woman. Shit, Clementine couldn’t even remember her name or what she looked like, but she knew Louis did. Her name engraved itself into his brain the moment he heard Minerva’s distressed cry at seeing her fall over dead.

She’s tried telling him over and over again that what he did was self-defense, that if he hadn’t done what he did, that woman wouldn’t have hesitated to kill him. Fuck, that woman wouldn’t have hesitated to cut off his hand had AJ not attacked her. In her mind, Louis had no reason to feel so horrified, so ashamed.

“-I didn’t mean to-”

But he did feel those things and she wouldn’t ever ignore that. She wouldn’t ever belittle that.

So, she holds him and let him quietly weep until he physically can’t anymore. She rubs his back and his arms to try and calm his shaking. She whispers comforting words into his ear and kisses his temple, his cheek. She wipes the cold sweat off his brow.

And when they wake up tomorrow morning, she doesn’t say anything.

She watches him move about the room, gathering up his boots and sitting on the bed. He laces them up and rests his elbows on his knees. She doesn’t need to see his face to tell he’s exhausted.

“Clementine?” he whispers.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

And like that, any doubts about what she wants are gone.

“I love you, too.”

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