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soobnny · 1 year

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don’t be a stranger — han jisung.

trope. friends to lovers. college au. u live in the same apartment floor. fluff. part 2 to meet odd.

synopsis. you really need to stop meeting han jisung under odd circumstances or alternatively, i accidentally locked myself out of my apartment and you’re offering that i sleep at yours for the night?

word count. 4.3k words

warnings. mentions of that sex-addict neighbor from the first part, mentions of killing bees, and i think nothing after that except for a few curse words

note. this can definitely stand alone but for it to make more sense, read the first fic here! i’ve finally decided to write a part 2 after popular demand, i hope this was ok!

A lot has changed since that night at the rundown convenience store with Han Jisung.

For one, your shared neighbor had moved out after the person living in front of her finally had enough of her. Guess they had more courage to confront the problem than you and Jisung combined.

This meant that the solace of your dorm was finally yours again, and you couldn’t be happier for the return of silence and comfort. Since then, you’ve officially said goodbye to Seungmin’s couch and your noise canceling headphones.

And Jisung.

With no reason to leave your dorm at ungodly hours in the morning anymore, the chances of seeing each other grew significantly low until you were back to small “hi”s and “hello”s.

Sadly, letting go of that neighbor had apparently been a package deal with lesser opportunities to talk to Jisung too.

You hate to admit your disappointment in your lack of interaction after that night. While only a month has gone by, that’s still 30 whole days without that shift in your interaction that you thought you’d bear witness to. That night you’d spent with him was a moment you enjoyed and cherished, and you would’ve hoped he felt the same way.

Similarly, Jisung’s been dejected at the lack of you in his life. He bares no shame in admitting that he had, not once, not even twice, but tried multiple times to gather enough courage to knock at your door just to ask you how you’ve been and if you’d like to hangout with him again — sometimes with a tub of ice cream, sometimes with a cup of coffee he had made for you prior.

Like today.

Han Jisung finds his fist ghosting over your door, hot cup of coffee in hand. Knock, just knock on their door, it’s not that hard. Why is it so hard for him?

He stands there for 2 minutes, studying every fragment of wood on your door.

In that time, he overthinks his actions — do you even drink coffee? Maybe the cup he had prepared wasn’t your preference? He should’ve just gotten the same brand of ice cream you shared that night. Did you want to talk to him again?

Cursing to himself, he trashes the cup yet again after having fallen prisoner to his social awkwardness.

Han Jisung has always had trouble making any type of first move. Truthfully, he was only ever able to gather enough courage to ask you out on that walk because the glint in your eyes was so bright after having laughed with him over your shared situation.

And maybe because he was a little sleep-deprived and you looked really pretty sitting next to him, and you were talking to him like you’ve known each other forever.

Something so humanizing tends to bring people together in weird ways, and that’s what had happened that night.

Now, however, with no reason to spend time with you, Jisung has trouble wondering if you had the same eagerness to talk to him again.

Do male leads in romantic comedies also have a hard time talking like he does? He supposes he could always ask Changbin even if he’d be teased and laughed at in good spirit.

Han Jisung would brave through it if it meant getting useful advice to speak to you again.

For now, with the trashed coffee cup, he retreats back to his own room.

Perhaps he could try again tomorrow.

Jisung recognizes your voice just as the elevator doors open.

He had just gotten back to your apartment after another late night session at the gym with Changbin and Chan — it was their only shared time together, so workouts were always scheduled at night.

With a gym bag slung over his shoulder, he’s about to turn the corner to where your rooms are when he hears you.

Your voice has always been recognizable to him, but this time something else was laced with the way you’re speaking. It isn’t hard to place it as stress, which makes the boy peek in curiosity and concern.

“Seungmin, pick up. Seungmin, pick up. Seungmin! Thank god. Are you at your dorm right now?”

There’s muffled sounds at the end of the line, but your stress seems to grow more and more as the conversation continues. It’s evident in the way your grip tightens around your phone, and you’re pacing back and forth hurriedly, and the way your hand repeatedly moves to run through your hair.

Turns out, Seungmin isn’t at his dorm. He’s gone home for the long weekend, but he tells you Jeongin might be there.

He’ll have to get back to you on that in a couple hours though because Jeongin has a night lecture, and Seungmin can only contact him after that.

Maybe you could kill a few hours in the main lobby – it wasn’t like you were new to that.

Hanging up, you jump back when you see Jisung standing at the end of the hallway, waving shyly at you and bowing in apology.

“Sorry, I must’ve looked like a creep just standing there. I didn’t wanna disrupt the conversation by passing by… I swear, I’m not a creep.”

With a boyish smile, he continues. “I purposefully didn’t pass by because it felt serious. Just in case I ruin the mood by passing by.”

You laugh. “No, it’s okay. You just scared me. How have you been, Jisung?”

Jisung.

He wants you to call him Hannie again.

Still, despite the downgrade in nicknames, he thanks Whomever is Above for the opportunity to talk to you again, even if it was just for a few minutes outside your apartment room.

“I’m great! Just got back from the gym.” He gestures at his bag abashedly, biting down at his lips to control his overenthusiastic tone when talking to you before looking back at you. “Though, I should really ask how you are. You sounded pretty stressed just now.”

“Ah, I was being silly and accidentally locked myself out of my apartment. And I can’t get the spare key from the landlord until tomorrow at earliest. And Seungmin isn’t at his apartment right now, so it’s a whole disaster.”

It’s easy to talk to Jisung about your problems. You feel the same sentiment that nothing ever sounds crazy to Jisung, and it certainly helps that you’ve been through hell and back together trying to survive your previously shared neighbor.

Being locked out of your apartment was basically nothing in comparison to sharing ice cream at the main lobby because your neighbor enjoys having really loud sex.

On the other hand, Jisung has his own conflict in his head.

He’s going over whether it was appropriate or not to invite you over. He could feel his heart pounding straight out of his chest, similar to how it feels when his knuckles are ghosting over your door in attempt of a knock.

“Well… if you really had no other option. You know, my apartment’s just there. And open… for you to stay at, if you want. If you really had no other option, since it’ll be more convenient to you. I’m sorry, is this weird? I’m sorry, forget I said anything.”

Han Jisung is stuttering over his words as he speaks to you, but you think you get the gist of what he’s trying to offer. “No, it’s okay! I wouldn’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable since it’s your space.”

You think he’s feeling pressured to offer since you had shared your problem with him, but you don’t know he’s more than willing to help you out. While Jisung prefers his solitude, he thinks a change of pace for the night wouldn’t hurt.

“I wouldn’t be uncomfortable at all. Actually, maybe YOU would feel uncomfortable, but if you aren’t then it’s really fine!” Then, it’s that boyish smile again and the shy scratching of the nape of his neck and the gentle rock back and forth.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Positive!”

He ushers you towards his door, repeatedly telling you that it was no problem for him. And just when he’s about to let you in, he falters.

“Oh… actually.” Jisung remains standing in front of his door, unmoving, hand with his keys hovering over the doorknob. “Can you give me a minute?”

“Uh, sure!” You smile at him sweetly, and then he pushes his key into the keyhole, angling the door just enough so you can’t see anything before slipping into his room.

And then a string of curses follows, and a few stumbling?

His footsteps are loud as he rushes around his room, picking up every piece of clothing and dunking them into his laundry bin. His heart drops to his stomach when he catches his boxers lying on the ground, thankful he had come to his senses before letting you come in blindly.

Close one.

With the wrappers of food thrown out and his dirty clothes back in the hamper, Jisung feels more comfortable letting you in. Reopening the door again, he peeks out to check if you’re still there. “Hi.”

“Hi.” You tilt your head, smiling at the sheer cuteness of Han Jisung and his poked out head from the door and the small ‘hi’ he had addressed to you paired with the cutest smile that accentuates his round cheeks.

“It might be a little messy right now, I hope you don’t mind.” He pouts, opening the door enough to let you in, hands behind his back as he scans your reaction nervously.

His apartment space wasn’t any different than yours, probably the same size, but the way he had decorated his living space was so potently Han Jisung – like a room captured directly from his image. It’s not the neatest, but by all means, it wasn’t messy at all. It was a little chaotic in the way it’s decorated, and there’s a whole mini studio setup in the corner of his room, but it all felt like he had taken a piece of his home and brought it with him in this apartment.

What’s even more adorable is the obviousness of the rushed cleaning that had happened minutes prior. You can see some random things poorly hidden around the house, but you’re too busy feeling flustered to think about it much.

“Oh, it looks so home-y. It feels very you.”

A familiar heat climbs onto Jisung’s features at the compliment that slips out of your mouth so easily, and he suddenly feels more proud of his decorating.

He hadn’t always been the most confident in his living space, only inviting his closest friends over because his place was always deemed the most messy of them all possibly due to his chaotic decorating (and because he liked to keep his things lying around where it’s easier to access – to his downfall as he always forgets where he had put his things later on).

But, the small genuine compliment from you had lifted his worries and now he feels he should invite his friends more often.

“Do you want some water? I’ll get you a glass.” As he navigates through the kitchen, you politely settle yourself on his couch and continue to look around at the artwork littering his walls. It’s signed “Hwang Hyunjin” at the bottom, and they’re absolutely beautiful.

Sounds familiar, you think.

“What did you eat for dinner?”

You snap out of your reverie at his question.

“Actually… I haven’t eaten dinner yet.”

“What?” He rushes over to you with the glass of water, looking at you with wide eyes. All you can do is smile at him sheepishly. “You haven’t eaten yet? Why? Were you busy today?”

“I was probably just gonna eat some instant ramen when I arrived.”

Although he does the same, he can’t help but scold you. “Eat your meals well, you have to eat a lot. Come on, I’ll order us some food.”

“Do you have any recommendations?” You scoot closer to where he’s seated, peeking at his phone as he scrolls through food applications to order for you.

“Hmm.. if you mix seaweed soup in rice and have it with radish kimchi, it’ll fill you up well.” He thinks with a lot of consideration, running over all the options that could replenish your hunger, and ultimately deciding on what he’s been loving lately.

“Let’s have that then.”

You nod your head, and move to return the empty glass of water in his kitchen. Jisung instantly misses your warmth from when you were inches beside him on the couch.

You’re driving him insane.

You drive him a little more insane when you don’t return from the kitchen right away. He makes his way to where you’re standing, but it seems that you’re staring at nothing in particular. With the empty glass on the counter, Jisung doesn’t understand why you’re just staring at the wall in horror.

“(Name)? What’s wrong?”

Your head snaps to the direction of Jisung’s voice. He’s looking at you with curiosity, and you can feel the heat radiating from your face. “I just realized I don’t have any clothes with me.”

“Oh! Don’t worry. You can just wear some of mine.”

Fuck, you feel so embarrassed, but Jisung is making it seem like it’s nothing – like he’s doing you a simple favor, and not the complexity entangled in staying at his for the night. Comfort is unknowingly wrapped around you in everything that Han Jisung does.

“Okay, I laid out some clothes in the bathroom. Just there.” He points at a door before directing his eyes back at you. “You can go take a shower if you’d like, while we wait for the food.”

You nod, thanking him again, but he simply brushes you off with that bright smile. He even hands you an extra toothbrush from his cabinets.

Jisung doesn’t know how he acted so nonchalant while lending you his clothes, because right now, as you emerge from the bathroom with a towel in hand, drying your hair, he feels like he’s about to explode at the sight of you in his clothes.

He knows his face is fully red right now. There’s no way to fight in, not when his shirt and sweatpants were practically swallowing you whole. He feels something akin to when you had messily eaten your ice cream on the walk back home from the convenience store, and he finds himself mumbling to himself. “Cute.”

“How do I look?” You laugh, flailing your limbs around to show the excess of material moving past your feet, and how his sleeves are down to your elbows. Before he has the chance to stutter over his own words in an attempt of a compliment, his phone begins to buzz.

“Must be the food.” He says, and you move to help him grab the takeout containers from outside. Settling them on the table, you move to grab your wallet from your bag.

Jisung blames it on his exhaustion from the gym, but a schoolboy giggle escapes him before he can hold it back the moment he spots the keychain he had won you a month ago still attached to your wallet.

“Don’t worry. I’ve already paid.” He moves to shove your wallet back down from your bag, and he feels himself physically malfunction when you pout up at him. “That’s not fair. Next time, I’m paying, okay?”

Next time.

Han Jisung cannot count the number of times you have made his heart do a backflip.

Over dinner, you talk about a multitude of topics – never running out of things to say. You realize it’s always been like this with him. You always have a lot to talk about, and you don’t feel scared or nervous to talk about anything.

Similarly, Jisung’s feeling giddy at how he feels he can tell you anything, so he does. He likes the laughter and giggles he elicits from you everytime he tells you a funny story. He also likes your efforts to pitch in with your own stories, feeling lucky you’re entrusting him with pieces of your life like that.

“Actually, in 6th grade, I was kind of a bully. I was kind of mean… but I was only mean because there was this girl who was SUPER mean to Seungmin so I had to get back at her.”

“Hmm?” He pushes you to continue your story, looking at you attentively as he chews on his food, following along your every word.

“So what I would do is, I’d step on bees right. I’m so sorry to the bees, I was young and naive. But, I stepped on them and I’d pick them up and put them in a plastic bag, right?” You smile mischievously, recounting the story in your head.

“Don’t tell me.” Jisung dramatically gasps, pointing a chopstick at you.

“Oh, but I did. I put the plastic bag in her locker! Yeah, I was kind of a psycho.”

He laughs, the wholehearted, head thrown back, thigh slapping kind of laugh as he looks at you in disbelief. But your story warms him – to know that even when you were still so young, you had already gone through extreme lengths to protect the people close to you.

In exchange for your story, he tells his own too. He recounts a story of when he had eaten spicy yuptteok without realizing it.

“I learned about the spiciness of life that day. Now, I’m scared of spicy food.”

He allows himself a quick glance at you from time to time whenever the familiar sound of a throaty laughter is bubbling from you, just before he finishes his story. Nothing feels more accomplishing than your genuine reactions and opinions to his stories.

You listen to him. You listen to every single word without fail.

You still listen an hour later while you’re seated on the couch, exchanging stories with each other.

Though, it’s interrupted for a moment when your phone begins to ring, and Seungmin’s face pops up on the screen. He must have an update on Jeongin already as it had been hours past the last time you had ringed him.

Swiping the call button, you answer with the intent to tell him that your living situation for the night has been solved.

“Jeongin’s at the dorm now, if you’re not already sleeping outside your apartment door.” Seungmin is so unserious in the way he says this so nonchalantly, like he has no remorse if you were out on the streets.

You know better though.

“It’s alright. I’ve sorted it out! Thanks again Seungmo.”

“Oh? Where are you staying? Is it safe?” His concern peeks out just a little bit at your words, and he proceeds to tell you it really isn’t a problem if you crashed at their dorms again. Besides, you could sleep on his bed this time, instead of that couch you hate so much.

Seungmin makes another mental note to replace his couch the next time you lock yourself out of your apartment.

“It’s safe, so don’t worry.”

“I’m not worrying.”

“Sure you aren’t.” You giggle.

Then, he hangs up.

You wonder what Seungmin would say if he found out you were at Jisung’s — not that you could ever willingly admit that out loud without stuttering and blushing an intense amount. He’d definitely say something stupid, so you’re almost thankful he doesn’t push at the topic of where you’re staying too much.

You value that he trusts you.

The rest of the night, you and Jisung stay on the couch, unmoving from your positions. Sometimes, you’d chat about stupid things, sometimes you’d scroll through Youtube videos on his laptop – pranks gone wrong, puppies, banned commercials, random videos from years ago.

He’s convinced he could talk all night just to make you keep laughing, and everytime you do laugh, he’s hit with just how beautiful you are, and he feels his heart explode every single time. He can certainly get used to that sound.

It feels so easy with you. Talking, laughing, everything feels so easy with you to the point where it’s scary. What was going to happen after tonight? Would you go back to merely acknowledging each other in the hallways? Would it take another odd circumstance to cross your paths again? Would you stop directing your laughter to his stories? Would all of that have to disappear again?

“Jisung? You okay there?” He blinks out of his own thoughts, looking at you intently before realizing the video you had been viewing had long ended and he was simply staring at a blank screen.

“Just thinking about those poor bees.” He lies straight through his teeth.

“You are so mean.” You hit him playfully, and he grabs your elbow before you can hit him again, laughing down at you. His breath hitches at the sudden close proximity, and he’s letting out nervous coughs while extracting his hand back to himself.

And then you yawn, and Han Jisung feels himself melt into a puddle.

“We should probably head to bed. Take my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.” He helps you up from the couch, ghosting his arm on the small of your back in case you stumble in your sleepiness.

“It’s your apartment, I can’t kick you out of your bed like that.” You shake your head, planting your feet on the ground so he can’t move you.

“It’s really fine.”

“You’re not changing my mind, Han Jisung. Plus, you couldn’t possibly fit comfortably on this tiny couch. I’d fit right in.”

He sighs in defeat, mumbling a ‘fine’ which makes you grin.

“Let me get you some pillows and a blanket.”

The moment feels strangely intimate as he carefully places some of his pillows and a warm comforter on the couch to make sure you’re comfortable for the night. His eyes are slightly droopy from the exhaustion, but he’s determined in his task.

Han Jisung has definitely taken firm root in your heart, and you hope he stays around in your life forever.

“Do you need anything else?” He had taken it upon himself to tuck you in, and he feels the same suffocating feeling on his chest when you smile up at him in thanks, accompanied by a shake of your head.

He thinks he has a good idea what this feeling is.

“Okay. Goodnight.” Your heart just about melts in your chest at his words. You’ve never heard him speak so softly before with his eyes a little hooded and a gentle smile on his face, with his heart on his sleeve like that for you.

“Goodnight, Hannie.”

Jisung turns off the lights and almost falls when retreating to his own room at the mention of your old nickname for him. It’s a shame you can’t see the lovesick smile he has on his face while regaining his balance.

You don’t recognize where you are at first when you wake up.

When the sunlight hits your face enough to pull your eyelids open, you’re thinking – this definitely doesn;t look like my room.

Stirring slightly, a yawn leaves your lips as you sit up to try and process everything that had transpired the night before. When you remember Jisung and his gentle smile and his crinkled eyes, you almost fall off the couch.

“Good morning!” Your eyes meet his cheery ones, drinking in the details of his features; messy hair that suggests he’s also just gotten out of bed, slightly puffy eyes, clothes from the night prior.

“Good morning.” You peel yourself off of the comforter, walking with him to the kitchen to drink a glass of water.

“How was your sleep last night? Hopefully it’s better than sleeping on your friend’s couch?”

He remembers, and something about that has you biting back a goofy smile this early in the morning.

“It was great. Thanks again for letting me sleep here for the night.” He simply nods his head, eyes still trained on you.

Han Jisung is acting a little strange this morning. While he’s normally this bright and active, it feels like it’s being amplified. He keeps looking at you, in every little thing that you do, and then he looks away when you try to catch his gaze. It feels like he wants to say something, even until you’re bidding him goodbye and thanking him again.

“I’ll return your clothes once I get it in the laundry.” You smile, and he nods his head, but he’s still tapping his foot on the ground excessively fast, bouncing on his feet and walking with you to accompany you outside.

“We seriously have to stop meeting under these weird circumstances.”

Laughing to try and cover up the fact that he can barely pay attention to what you’re saying, he opens the door for you. But can he really allow you to slip through his fingers again?

“Maybe we can meet again soon… tomorrow? For coffee? Under more normal circumstances?” Jisung tries to sound as casual as he possibly can. If you knew better, you’d know he was feeling his most nervous right now – even more nervous than when he had to pass a demo for his classes.

To his luck, you don’t notice the nervous quiver in his voice.

You stop in your tracks at his words, turning to look at him with a smile. The poor boy is falling deeper and deeper, and it’s definitely too late to pull him back up now.

“I’d like that.” You bite down at your lips, glancing up at him with a slight hesitation.

And then you kiss his cheek, and Han Jisung would throw himself out of his window if he could at this moment, running down the streets and screaming in victory.

Instead, he places his hand on his cheek, mouth slightly agape as he stares at your retreating figure.

“Don’t be a stranger, Han Jisung!”

He won’t be.

You’ve reminded him again and again that life and love is here for him to live it, and that’s exactly what he’s going to do.

Starting tomorrow. With coffee. And hopefully another kiss on the cheek by the end of the day.

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cinnamon chocolate sunshine places exist less appear forgotten released realized hard squeezing unable castle towers oddly our capital call eternalia heard shangri-la lost cities you’d stories rarely ridiculous things elves burst quiet gentle breeze brushing soft murmur traffic hammering unspoken very silence rising tiptoes view streets ghost town building towered others stones emeralds banner flying tribunal progress everyone’s watching proceedings council basically royalty holds broken law they’re deal laws well shook wrap cringing question funniest glared funny regained control try cling remaining strands sanity sun casting ray onto leaping hitched ride headed impossible infinite travel haven’t theory relativity stumped dumbest i’ve albert einstein huh dumb argue confident unnerving harder waited feather sensation dryer scattering directions until rubber band later shivering ocean whipping glowed carved moonlight failed passed bring herself true science book read confused observed ‘hey learned smug grin best minds begin comprehend complexities reality elves’ ahead slowest trump proper education shoulders sagged sank four scenery blurred whether tears entire lie nudged hey fault believed taught i’d done works bells chimed large gateway floor-length velvet capes draped tunics emerged followed creatures marching military formation rocky pants muscles prominently flat noses coarse gray pleated folds armadillo goblins signed treaty hating trembling dressed forbidden lumenaria worlds gnomes dwarves ogres trolls mentioning focused motioned farther squatting betrayed ancient councillors intelligent rule planning war ancients violence disappeared forbid any contact devices working defend race famine problems chilled frigid wind licking who’d known must’ve after eventually evolved myths simple yes peeked glowing crucial identity clicked spinning thousand loud clang gate stepped shadows sleek cobalt home jolted mom bus bland boring stole incredible blinding swept smoky fresh surprised recognized plain square houses narrow tree-lined house ask lived coughed handle putting pollutes planet these aren’t normal chemical smells usually wildfires smell barbecue melting cotton candy burn rain arsonists admitted pocket hoping notice dad wants knows neither important meant mystery he’s happy careful please shown today thank act family doesn’t suspect squared courage telepaths special ability rarer ones thirteen six months corrected liking youngest manifest start reverberated scanned positive waking hospital moment forget hooked kinds machines hovering shouting barely separate hold happening group adults haunted worry brows narrowed doing extra private keep wall weak hated bossed answering concerned action worked imagining stretching shadow mine blurted pale process hardest worries live fumbled answers long trouble knees link amazing will tomorrow panicked battered cluttered living phone she’s receiver having reeled daggers calling wandering worried police sorry stammered convincing horrible liar scared mom’s anger concern nervously curly guy realizing lies based freaking walked trolley train teacher guard ugh complained closing adult rubbed wrinkle appeared stressed upset safe stand weirdo understood dangers teased tormented bullied deflate wish trailed close rest sister slipped pin painful tight hug welcome honey dinner ten amy upstairs kitchen unease twist stomach worn linoleum pastel tacky knickknacks ordinary glittering kissed cheek shabby briefcase table how’s soybean wink baby apparently pronouncing thousands times lid simmering pots garlic cream filled handed silverware turn crackin’ scooted plopped usual chair nine role mastered opposite lower average grades popularity sisters wondered definitely powers lowered breathing: inhale exhale repeat care nickname dizzy must lay should eat skipping acting fettuccine night favorite rich sauce sudden nausea tug eyelashes chewed bite swallow fork official thanks great homework sprinted bed hiss shattered marty pounding fluffy cat sitting tail slunk settling lap marty’s purring

confront downstairs settle explained blonde chubby brunette screamed throbbed deeper ripped apart blinked related change lots adopted poked brought e l fudges plate cookies milk getting sick palm fever tired cookie stumbled routine crawled blankets wrapping pillow dreams kissing tucked tradition breathe ella yep elephant stuffed sleep tonight um guys hugged tighter hours labor endured switched birth daughter doubt wondering anymore dreamed keebler perfected recipes liked oreos drown vat fudge woke overrated morning quick shower jeans shirt buttery yellow stripes item closet self-conscious wear gold flecks admit clipped toyed lip gloss snuck check crept yard blinking stuck contained next-door neighbor perch middle lawn forkle rearranging garden tableaux nosy checking effect beady bored hers loved sentences complaining 911 obligated gnome fraction inch gives headaches yapping interrupted ball fur streaked barking spandex jogging shorts chased grabbing dog leash clumsy lunge kneeled stroking wild-eyed panting creature drew growled strained mad sister’s hates displaying several halfmoon wounds bleeding scar suppose willing carry blocks seems winked piercing certainly yelled jogger guy’s louder chaos wonder grab drag should’ve trick react stopping tracks side man straightened height quite intimidating ordered glowered promised snorted grumbling moving explaining whenever appearance waiting incident eyewitnesses frustrating confusing bell rang lurking scream demanded loudly heads bad flashing cocky rush blush unanswered tries creepy snatch slow replayed scene remember growling forkle’s quietly quieter we’ll we’d eyeing suspected impending mischief leap english ditch yesterday strangle pull disappearing fail willingly use telepathy brushed whispering pushed further test tested permission assignment frustrated matters invading offense scrunch nod movement nearby oak drowned could’ve sworn jogger’s campus gestured tree either imagine adjusted shouldn’t anyway who’s committee sidelong heat breaking automatically furious enjoyed caused determines grinned future shield surveyed surroundings metal nearly everglen leading doors absorbs directly likes privacy stressful doubted king kong faint click swung inward striking clearing growing midnight cape fastened clasp diamond-encrusted wings lean vibrant resemblance alden introduced bow curtsy shake greet shy pleasure prominent kidding unusual flush smiled embarrassed fire alden’s injury muttered son shared kidnapping considering such might’ve paranoid has touch rude assure love kidnapper searched reassure kindness agree placed gently jacket ticked indeed fascinating sounding triumphant perfectly specifically nexus forgot covered dug cuff coat clamped bracelet wrist twisting fit snug comfortable accessory single jewel rectangle symbols letters spelled gibberish odd decorate finality safety precaution break particles carried concentration circumstances bare early fools overestimate skills fade cautious answered lose yourself able fully reform pulls forever goose bumps dimple cleared throat prefer reproving send mission collect long-lost guests wiped blooming red pink purple rainbow perfume flowers dizzying testing qualify foxfire paused fungus insulted prestigious academy named represents glow darkened comes ‘fungus’ strongest talent kiss goodbye excuse proud attend accomplishment earliest levels develops abilities continue studies elvin sneak work knowingly chills mixed night’s troubling revelation sickening councillor bronte difficult impress feels upbringing lack disqualify surprises existed miffed votes squat brown-skinned huge tended fairy tale plants slantways shuffled carrying basket twinkling fruit guessing pictured men hats statues servants stare choose safer gardens enjoy privileged taste gnomish produce lunch treat dig slimy tubers slugs hoped menu peeled meadow elegant manor entirely intricately numerous turrets gables rose tower resembled lighthouse braided foyer prism widest hallway fountains spouted streams colored water hall dead-ended encrusted jeweled mosaic

diamond unicorns amethyst spoke wealth squeezed formal dining sheer silk curtains drawing chandelier waterfall shimmering crystals platters fancy goblets figures jewel-encrusted circlets plush thronelike chairs surrounding curtsied necks clasps keys horribly underdressed fabrics except disguise kenric oralie football player toothy princess rosy ringlets met smallest cropped features finger pairs floor laughter squirmed joined pleased shape it’ll transformed noticing autorepeat: scooting oralie’s one’s died yet hurt immortal trace sorrow bodies aging reach adulthood wrinkles belongs yourselves guest uncovered grimace strips glop goop tasted juiciest cheeseburger stuff mashed carnissa root umber leaf tastes chicken animals tone ate toxic waste squirming grimaced vegetarians horror vegetables cheeseburgers tells swallowed mouthful thud discussing openly respond kenric’s jaws dry remembering warnings stay begun eight pass mentioned learn relax bronte’s icy gust common announced jaw flushing chagrined incredulous impenetrable key sentence ‘almost breached guilt conscience sounds infallible thinks likely exceptionally lift weight telekinesis recovering embarrassment shrank goblet accident raised lifting invisible scoffed unimpressed limitations unlike physical confidence clue giving blew pretending imaginary extend sharper worth saucers applauded excellent praise couple glasses determined stronger ounce core empty collective gasp including breathed celebrate cramped strain knocking thunderous collision open-mouthed shock hollered sealed clapped language guys’ enlightened leaped instinctive interesting babbling teasing noisy gripped ‘soybean’ mispronouncing blushed chuckled beside dusting waved insisted sighed suldreen stretch line rare species bird puzzle solve uncomfortable coincidence convince decision barked shoving moonlarks vote otherwise fight favor final fragile lovely empath emotions extended grasped delicate fear confusion sincerity describe azure settles revisited till adjust invoke demand probe planned arranged quinlin busy decipher fun training looks iffy ‘bothered’ dad��s reluctant emptiness exploded choked saving colder implications ditched stall punishment atlantis nowhere patch white-capped waves signs seagulls screech poop hardly continent tide pool triangular slip slick shoes match gown begged status noble members nobility offices empire waist beaded neckline dress costume seeing clothes: tunic embroidery edges pockets sewn sleeves exact size sit boots completed thankfully knowing biana comparison changing subject ledge engineered catastrophe compartment revealing bottles label bottle whirlpool uncorked flung blast whipped faces roar churning ladies suggested worse gulped maelstrom beneath salty sprayed jump push count dignity drowning flailing idiot formed tunnel dipping weaving craziest waterslide starting launched vortex sponge licked toe pack kittens minus kitten sprang cushion smoothed wet incoming rocketed slightly squishy packed sand gleaming metropolis dome beyond soared skyline bathing radiating spires network canals interconnected arched bridges pictures venice modern clean despite bottom underwater muted hum background seashell ear build stores power precisely amount changes plated reflect firelight illuminate sink wandered shops renaissance fair women’s gowns shifted advertised two-for-one specials bottled lightning fast approval spyball applications strolled hybrid chicken-lizard invented main canal hailed carriages floating almond-shaped boat rows high-backed benches elbow-length steered bench reins skimming surface eight-foot-long scorpion deadly pincers reared curled sting eurypterid stroked shiny shell eurypterid’s slice emitting low hissing petted harmless carriage quinlin’s yours fiber mutant insect doom probed gritted pressing hideous sonden’s office thrashed heebie-jeebies commute while secure needs protection file highly classified business district windows tracing bearing names treasury registry interspeciesial services unreadable random strings runes nonsense writing

alphabet clueless chin jumble nah affected gap kid option country tests dropping member broad kelp ornamentation precise read: sonden: chief mentalist cube swiped elbow ping assurances humiliating bypassed receptionist dim damp stone desk dark-skinned chin-length seat ceremony unique understatement squirm handing lick dna unsanitary tiniest hologram center: rotating unearthly breathing prentice sacrificed double helixes sacrifice reasons fears hundred seventy-eight murmured began pacing invaded she’ll greatest keeper older midstep record share trained charge protecting currently hidden karaoke game sing off-key notes clearly eavesdropping strip slid winding stairway climbed oval footage brush projected chill aerial southern california lines circle area images deepened valleys ruled reflections note interrupting communicate waving warn turning overreacting glancing shuddered desperate kidnapper’s threatened easily implied nameless faceless entity quickly threatening authorities would’ve shivered accelerant chemicals leads lighting spilling oil blowing investigate council’s position here: takes visit babysitter decent equally spying steam secrecy existence discovered hoax search updated slight bypassing distracted evillooking matches keepers lagoon glint shimmery dunes lake west shore statue topped hollow iridescent film shimmered loop apparatus resemble bubble lifted clung shrieking levitate forming touching bubble’s rumble coming geyser shoot eleven crash below bobbed where’s scary pure joy popped whisked glaring gates flash strode olive contrast youth shone nerve summoning personal shorter intimidated difference sooner exiled clench fists backward tiergan aware opinion summoned convinced tiergan’s fierce crumbled crossing expert inventory widening whatever foxfire’s newest mentor puppy officially weirding becomes provide retired given persuaded return resentment mixture surprise hone assistance reasonable restrictions pretend opportunity silencing bet terrible mood mumbling mostly irresponsible manage choice benefit stares notify dame alina returning kept bruise meantime session listed remedial schedule lessons dummies correct assumption warmed tuesday brilliant panel everglen’s grounds sessions study student subjects one-on-one nerves one-onone succeed mention level grade relearning self-doubt heavier fragmented disappear explanation aside pleasant dis arguing overstuffed armchairs woman squealed snickered wife della pinched gesturing dear vanishers smiling musical hint della’s beauty tossed pursed heart-shaped parents’ combined gangly troll interceded borrow errands frumpy files requested denied request approve grady edaline case torn radiant parcels strobe unwrapped packages clasped cord neck choker pendant elf-y anytime fund’s activated fund register money standard dollars lusters laughing luster dollar crinkled ew insult afford differently limited seventy eighty makes sad curved window overlooking silvery floor-to-ceiling aquarium wingback facing piled books scrolls anxiety remind stacks newspapers circled crossed news removed drawer theories irritation super stuttered discuss faced solution allow ours they’ve effective immediately too-simple accept kick constant discovery longer unbearable loneliness friends grasping overwhelm areas access severely restricted dead deciding gravestones became vivid: grave tearstained draw suffer struck complicated relocated jobs erase tear obvious believing shutting function erased armchair scrubbed forbade sob occurred risking twenty alert plans clothes sees wiping focus bent unshed horrors cringed buried trembled bouncing busted eavesdrop grounded hugging worrying pouted pettiness bratty obnoxious pain-in-the-butt embrace struggles play daughters mouths senses hook hurry daze rememorize room: dusty available quilt mother tripped furry crouching releasing pathetic meow disk sleeping gas release drugging physically ill backpack slung giggled elizabeth clutching anywhere couch fingered ordering thirty crumpled burying recognize crouched smearing drool snot drugged sobs

overcame jerk washers bags regret bear slept finish hawaiian family’s limp determination taken fourteen cried assured stranglehold haunting gets hope personally oversee relocation flared wrung guardians title selected enthusiasm strangers elwin’s blue-crystaled temptation shiver raked bones orphan conservatory lead backyard security choosing saved ache suffering gift raise ended abandoned wipe elwin physician medical hate doctors brave regular nightmares brief stays struggled dragging direction drop free implying biana’s glare escape punch bathed gigantic glued cushioned cot syringe goes fidget spectacles scientist snapped painless orb flasher manipulate skilled orem vacker show eclipse biggest celebrations traditions damage permanent tensed food chance innocent cells dashing depending orbs squinting lenses stunningly lit dramatic expecting toxins research rifled satchel vials liquids major detox braced medicine syrups nectar unknown fruits tingly drink youth legends enzymes essential health refreshing downed contents gulp drank medicines list follow-up checkup whistled sometimes heated lame stinky stegosaurus shame horrified production wimp doctor phobia jumping needle strap bunch shots allergic how’d concrete nine-one-one unconscious genes kicking trigger bedroom canopied chandeliers room’s gotten deserve ruined chanting mantra shut pajamas tuck asleep belonging alive twenty-five catch breakfast clock shop furniture detoxes materializing clutched ghostly exotic heartbreaker fitted glamorous shopping explosion behold wardrobe outfits extras pick beat-up sparkly casual packing leaked days unpack hungry knotted sadly dampened preserve havenfield exciting jolie deny loss wonderful booming fenced-in pastures spread scrambled versions rehabilitation centers sanctuary protected trap nessie artist endangered gorillas lions mammoths extinct thriving herd woolly colonies saber-toothed tigers slack exists rob qualities provides thrive feeding hunt diet steep cliffs caves flower-lined using ropes lasso lizard neon beast protest drama queen husky male commanded beast’s heave feat twice snaarrll bucked guardian lunged tangled writhed losing balance verdi tyrannosaurus comments meeting jaculus winged serpent feeds support contain bloodsucking snake claws snout tremble lowering fangs glinted slobber motioning glimpse dinosaur-riding chiseled feather-covered james bond robin hood balding relate handsome feathery banged pet rub rex’s stayed docile unblinking separated verdi’s wound plugged slime death rot tuna fish combination kelpie dung bites jar swear edaline’s grady’s wary compared palatial estate mansion standards columns cupola roof entryway central upper floors cascaded ceiling wispy fabric turquoise amber curls similar circles fluff presentable rex picking playing rodeo cowboy nope wash staircase sadness lingered tea mallowmelt insist gooey cake fresh-baked chip soaked ice frosting butterscotch dripping hasty slices served nook grazing linens painted china homesick woken lushberry juice pop possessed conjurer form teleporting objects coolest unfortunately scraggly slurps burps letting friend’s ached grieve fished imparter simply strangled pounded reassuring deafening third star-shaped dangled glittery weaved carpet scent canopy occupied dressing bookshelves brightly volumes bathroom bathtub swimming biting awesome assumed jolie’s tour awkward delicious soupy pizza unpacking wrinkled scrapbook wherever welled remnants dried sixteen sunrise streaks blending mirror darken awake finishing hovered doorway interrupt riser shades clap bruises conjured bowl spoon banana bread tempted impose sloppy handwriting upside symbol corner: bird’s beak tickled babble scare extremely documents cipher moisture particularly believable prescribed drawn eager fidgeting ruffles simplest bought hi kesler groaned island mysterium identical mold vendors spices sweets buzzed crowded sidewalks working-class social rank ‘talent simpler correspondingly unfair born lesser lives type designed village avoiding whispers ruewen pretended different

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morganbritton132 · 1 year

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how do people react to eddie's tiktok about the threats to steve? obviously a lot of people would be horrified and support eddie, but do you think anyone would be mad at him for cancelling so last minute? and what do eddie and steve do about the threats?

There’s a wide variety of reactions, but there’s a lot of support.

The other members of Corroded Coffin were among the first and the loudest to give their support to Eddie. It’s not just that Eddie won’t be in attendance at their meet-and-greet or that he won’t play the show, the whole band cancels. They do this together or not at all. When you attack one of them, you attack all of them and Steve is one of them.

There are celebrities and influencers that come out in support and talk about their experience with hate mail and pushy fans, and some even talk about how their significant other were bullied off social media by fans. And there are fans that give their support.

Eddie doesn’t give a ton of information about what kind of threats they’re getting, but he gives enough to put the pieces together that it’s Steve getting them. A lot of Eddie’s fans remember the video of Steve crying at the neurologist and they feel protective of him. That was such an invasion of privacy and to have someone threatening you on top of that, it’s just too much.

Fans post videos on Tiktok and Youtube, and they make Twitter threads about toxic fandoms and toxic fans, and they talk about how Steve is just a normal guy that didn’t sign up for any of this. Quite literally. He doesn’t even have a Tiktok account. He’s not posting the videos he’s in.

And of course, there are people who are pissed off and there are people that understand but are disappointed. They feel like they’re being punished for someone else’s actions and they make videos about it, and Eddie responds.

He asks, “Tell me how you make yourself leave town when you don’t know if someone is going to try to kill your loved ones? Make that make sense to me.”

He responds to another Tiktok saying, “He didn’t even tell me. He’s been suffering through this shit on his own for months because he didn’t want me to lose this. He didn’t want me to lose Tiktok or concerts, or having a good experience with fans. He didn’t want to ruin that, and some – fucking asshole thought that there was something so egregiously wrong with someone as loving and caring as that, that they wrote a fucking letter to a middle school about how he should kill himself.”

Eddie responds to another, “All of this because he – he – he what? He turned my music down in the car? He doesn’t go to all my shows or – or because he didn’t want to go on a date once after he has a seizure? Sorry that the guy with the fucking head injury sometimes has the symptoms of a fucking head injury.”

Eddie responds, “During the worst time of my life, he saved me. He didn’t even know me, but he saved me and he never expected anything in return, and I can’t even make this better for him. I don’t know how.”

Steve doesn’t want to do anything about the letters that Eddie taped back together. He doesn’t want to take them to the police where they’ll tell them that there’s nothing they can do about it. He doesn’t want to hire a bodyguard or get a new security system, and he doesn’t want to move. He already got kicked out of one house, he’s not letting someone else kick him out of this one.

Steve doesn’t want to do anything, but Eddie can’t do nothing so he goes to the police. He’s famous now – a lot more famous than he was the last time he dealt with the Chicago PD – and they’re helpful. The woman he talks to is sympathetic, though there isn’t much they can do without any identifying marks. There’s no name, no return address, nothing that would lead them to the writer.

But they take his name and make copies of the letters, and they open a file.

It’s not a lot, but it’s enough for Eddie not feel so useless.

#honestly I don’t really know what you do in this kind of situation #I got another ask similar to this that I’m going to try to respond to tomorrow #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

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how about bitchy reader who is a germaphobe but the second eddie gets sick she will do anything to make him feel better & take care of him.

but god forbid anyone looked her way while they had even a sniffle. she'd cause havoc

HEHE I LOVE THIS

Baby Eddie gets very special treatment

Merry Christmas 🎄

Y/N was disgusted by people and by germs. She tried to be friendly but it never worked out. She hated being touched by everyone. Except Eddie, quite literally the only person on the planet that was allowed to breathe in her direction.

When new people see how she is with Eddie, they believe she's affectionate. She's always holding on his body, kissing his skin and wrapping herself in him. Steve made the mistake of going in for a hug when he first met her. He got a punch to the stomach and a loud "GET OFF OF ME!" Quickly learning, Eddie is the only one who can touch her.

When Dustin came to school with a horrible cold and sat right next to her. The glare she gave could have killed him. He sniffled and coughed, she jumped out of her seat and threw herself in Eddie's lap. His arms wrapping around her fast.

"Dustin that's disgusting" she snapped

"I can't help being sick!" He argued, blowing his nose into a napkin

"just stay away!"

Robin had a horrible flu, all her friends gathered at her house to bring her soap, tissues, and lots of liquids

Y/N only went because Eddie said he wanted to go. Holding his hand as she hid in the back.

"you guys are so nice" Robin awed. Her sick voice cracking, making Y/N shiver

"is there vomit in that bucket?" Y/N gagged out

Robin nodded with a small smile, "I can't make it to the bathroom"

"that's so gross! You have to at least try. Or at least clean the bucket after!" Y/N voiced out, a displeased look on her face. Getting glares from the group.

"baby. Let's step outside" Eddie said softly, kissing her cheek and bringing her out the door.

"cancelled hellfire tonight because everyone came down with a very bad cold" Eddie said disappointed as he threw himself on his bed. Cuddling next to his girlfriend.

"I'm sorry baby. Did you wash all your game pieces with sanitizer?"

"no"

"EDDIE!"

And that's how Eddie got himself sick

Walking into lunch with his head pounding and sniffles

"oh no. Are you sick?" Dustin asked, his own voice weak and cracky

"yes. Thanks to all of you" he said as he sat at the lunch table

"Is that why Y/N is nowhere to be seen?' Gareth joked

"haha yeah. If Eddie's sick she won't be near him for weeks" Dustin added on

"okay baby, they don't have the cherry cough drops you like so you have to have the strawberry. No whining" Y/N barged into the lunchroom. Dropping down a bag of cough drops

"fine" Eddie huffed, ripping open the bag and taking out a cough drop

"here are tissues. I'll run to the store after school and get you soup" She said, pecking his cheek, leaving the lunchroom fast

"did she?"

"she did!"

"he's sick!"

The table gasped out in surprise

"what?" Eddie asked, sucking on the nasty strawberry flavored cough drops

"she touched you" Dustin said in shock

"um yeah?"

"but you're sick. She doesn't like sick people" Gareth said

"yeah but she loves me" Eddie said with a smirk

One thing Eddie was good at was soaking in all the special attention his girlfriend gave him when he was sick.

"here's your soup" she said softly, placing it on his bedside

"can you feed me?" He smiled, his puppy eyes looking up at her

"you don't need to be fed!" She laughed, but still grabbing the bowl and sitting next to him.

As every day passed all of Eddie's friends couldn't believe how well she took care of Eddie. No care that he was sick. Always coughing, sneezing and sniffling. And she was right there on his lap. Handing him another tissue.

Playing with his hair as he slept on the couch, his feet on Dustin's lap as the gang watched a movie. Eddie's drool hitting her knee but no care in the world as she kissed his cheek.

"I get punched for a hug, and Eddie gets kissed while he quite literally covers her in his own spit" Steve huffed out

"eh she's in love. It's cute" Nancy said with a smile. Quietly laughing as Eddie snored into the air, even more drool landing on her lap. Her hands twirling his curls as she slowly began to fall asleep herself.

Dustin felt a sneeze coming, quickly sneezing in his elbow, that was closest to Y/N and Eddie.

"EW DUSTIN!"

"I CAN'T HELP IT!"

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roxxeatzgravel · 11 months

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OKAY!!!!

Goldenpunk (aka Hobie x Pavitr) HCs cause I can

Hobie is a SKINNY MF (slightly from malnutrition) he’s also very light and is 6 foot something

Pavitr is pretty toned for a 16 year old and is avarage height

Hobie is a Transmasculine Enby (he/they/it he/him pref)

Pavitr is a Nonbinary Demiboy (he/him)

Pavitr when sleeping takes up a LOT of space and Hobie takes up very little so they’re perfect

THEY ARE TFT (both nonbinary)

Pavitr is Bi while Hobie is Gay

Hobie wasn’t able to afford top surgery so he got it done for free in a sketchy back alley and also cause fuck capitalism

Hobie is AFAB and has been on testosterone for 2 years (which once again he gets in a sketchy ass alley once again also cause fuck capitalism)

Pavitr is AFAB nuff said

I was informed that GRLwood is cancelled for completely fair reasons (one of the members is a sexual abuser) so i simply removed this HC

Hobie is fairly strong for such a skinny guy

Hobie doesn’t like his mom a lot

Pavitr misses his mom and thinks she would think he is a disappointment

They’re inlove

Hobie has a soft spot for stray animals of any kind so do with that HC what you will

The first time they met Hobie tried to murder Pavitr out of instinct and instinct alone

Pavitr sometimes helps Hobie with his hair but he really loves running his fingers through hobies hair same with hobie

Hobie HATES cold weather

Pavitr will complain if it’s a little too hot

Sometimes Hobie will just crash through Pavitrs window and Pavitrs basically numb to it at this point

Mentioned in the previous post but Hobie wears lipstick and is heavily affectionate so….it didn’t take a lot of people long to figure out they were going steady

Hobie constantly uses the term Necking instead of Make out cause Miguel hates it and he loves to make Miguel mad

I call the ship Chai Tea sometimes ( Chai = pavitr Tea = Hobie) just cause it feels right in my bones

Pavitrs aunt maya loves Hobie just she’s a little suspicious about the fact he’s British, not to mention she makes a FUCK ton of jokes about Hobie stealing pavitr like the british stole India's history which slay girlboss

Pavitr makes a lot of jokes about Hobie being British too

Hobie wrote an entire song about wanting to kiss Pavitr and it took Pavitr two years to figure out

Miguel hates their constant PDA so Hobie calls him Homophobic (and also a nonce)

Jess thinks that it’s sweet that they’re so affectionate with each other

Miguel will piss off Hobie and hobies like “aight OI PAVITR LETS GO NECK IN MIGUELS OFFICE”

Pavitr likes Hobies accent a lot

Same with Hobie

Hobies 17 and Pavitr is 16 but Hobie is older by 3 months

Hobie is easily flustered he just is good at hiding it

slightly angsty one but Hobie (when they were first developing crushes on each other) was terrified that pavitr would either get killed because of him or pavitr would turn out to be homophobic, this caused him to have a breakdown in the middle of a fight

Hobie and Sunspider are best friends cause WLW and NWLNW solidarity

Sometimes Gwen and Hobie hang out in Pavitrs universe but Hobie hangs out there all the time

They like to have really meaningful conversations while beating up facists

Both of them hate facists

On Hobies back there is a tatto (which he shouldnt fuckin have but once again sketchy ass alley and fuck capitalism) that says Stay woke as a reference to something said in the black community years back to fight against police brutality

stole this one from @toshkakoshka and made some adjustments but Hobie and Pavtir have matching henna designs of each others spider symbol

aunt maya did it for them

hobie will NEVER admit but he is a HUGE snuggler (also he'll never admit hes a fan of weezer)

Hobie is the parent of the friend group.

THEY ARE Black lab and golden retriver

After quitting Hobies watch slowly stops working so he started collecting small pieces of tech that were given to him by gwen and other friends who think miguel should pull the stick outta his ass and just let miles join *cough cough* sunspider *cough cough* so hobie makes the first version of the watch that gwen was given near the end of the movie, this first version has a time limit so when ever Hobie wants to go hang out with pravitr, miles or gwen (usually pravitr) he has to stay vigilent so he doesn't fucking die

and because of this and being homeless he rarely gets sleep

Pavitr and Hobie are either roughhousing when ever theyre around each other or Being a lovey dovey couple cause the fucks refuse to separate

Pavitrs type in men is tall guys with piercings and who dress androgynous his type in girls is usually gals who are the same height as him who are smart, have short hair, and can rock both the fem and masc style

Pavitrs and his Gf spilt up because they both realized they were going complete separate ways in life (she never wanted to have kids and Pav wanted kids one day) so they spilt but they are very very good friends still and are slightly queer platonic (Hobie is completely comfortable with this)

once Hobie shaved his head and when i tell you pavitr had Bisexual panic i mean it

even if the relationship was only platonic Hobie would still be heavily affectionate to Pav since thats his way of showing people he cares about them

Pav can be VERY bitey at times this annoys everyone except Hobie

Hobie writes cheesy ass love songs then plays them for pav but he never finishes them

Pavitr needs reminders that Hobie still wants to pursue a romantic relationship with him (similar to me lmao) Hobie is completely fine with this and reminds Pav when ever he needs to

Pav is a ACCIDENTAL shirt thief he forgets to give them back (same lol)

Aunt maya loves the entire group (even though they make her life slightly harder) and calls them little nicknames in arabic

here are the nicknames (Sry for the butchering im using google translate) Miles = العنكبوت الصغير Hobie = بريطاني gwen = فتاة ذكية and finally Pav = حمار (pavs is a tad mean but hes okay with it)

Hobie only lets the friend group call him Spider-punk, with anyone else? ON SIGHT ASS BEATING

Hobie AND Pav have abandonment issues just in two different fonts

Hobies gender envy sums up to Demonic shit and beings

Pav (by other people) has been described to be as loyal as a dog which can bite him in the ass based on the people hes friends with

heres a Gwen x Miles HC for your troubles, Gwen did the kiss thing except She stuck Miles to the ceiling and took off his mask to kiss him

Sun spider started teasing Pav about his and Hobies relationship kinda being like romeo and juilette after Hobie quit, just for shits and giggles (Pav didnt mind at all)

Charlotte calls Hobie hobo or faggot and Hobie calls her Slag or Dyke (They are NMLNM and NWLNW solidarity)

so a common interaction between the two would go like "sup fag" "hey dyke" then the two laugh about it

Hobie and Gwen have set a building on fire together like besties do

Miles asked Hobie if he liked Gwen and Hobie laughed and just said "Im gay bruv"

Gwen and Hobie (at first) COULD NOT handle eating in Pavs universe

Pavitr (when kissing) bites for some fucking reason he doesnt even understand the reason he has the impulse to bite his romantic partners

Sometimes Hobie just screams for no reason other than "fuck you miguel"

Hobie thinks we should get rid of the pride parades and just have riots (he has a bit of a point)

sometimes hobie will just carry people like they're wet cats (its mainly charlotte)

Charlotte and Pavitr had a Greece moment in which was of course ruined by Miguel

Basically SunSpider wanted all the deets about Pavitr and Hobie

Hobie calls Pavitr Pavi and Pavitr calls Hobie Hobs (sometimes)

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walnutcookie · 3 months

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sir i humbly request rambles about misfortune and more cappuccino hcs

perhaps some body horror doodles as well if you feel comfortable

i adore this au please spill your guts to me and i will feed on the titbits i find

also may i make fanart of this misfortune au thing (sorry not sure what to call it)

misfortune moment PART THREE!!!! ramble under cut :]

part one here

part two here

rbs ok!

misfortune knows exactly how to inflict the most amount of misery in someone.

heres the thing. if it just kept beating its host while theyre down, the host would eventually grow a tolerance to the pain and simply become numb. that means that it cant get any more misery out of its host and it would have to find another one.

So! it allows the host some joy. In cappuccinos case, it primarily involves his vacations :]c before she actually knows what causes all of the bad things in his life she just knew that Everything was always bad and miserable unless she was relaxing. while she was working, things would constantly injure her, nothing would stay organized, and bad things just kept happening one after another, but on vacation everything seemed to be just fine!! Great even! shes just able to surf or relax or nap and just ENJOY things instead of being hit by falling lights and bookshelves. even though every car shes ever been in has crashed hes always been safe on planes. of course its not all sunshine and rainbows because she can hardly even enjoy the break when he cant stop thinking about how AWFUL its going to be to go back to work

BUT!! the point is that her days off are like the ONLY times that he finds peace. Which is partially why hes so eager to catch another break!!! misfortune lets her have these lovely days but also uses it as an opportunity to make bad things happen during/right before her breaks so that theyre cancelled or cut short and shes filled with disappointment<3

this is also why it let langue into cappuccinos life ! of course it could EASILY just kill them but cappuccino was already getting a little too miserable and was far too adjusted to all of the bad luck in his life already so langue was the perfect solution to that problem. And also created misery all on their own like the longing cappuccino feels before they actually get together. And now that cappuccino has langue in her life and theyre someone who makes her so happy misfortune is able to cause harm to them/mess with cappuccino's plans of meeting them and just cause more distress :]c

of course that plan backfired when langue managed to weaken it and make cappuccino's life decent enough to the point it was forced to leave OOPS!!!!

but yeah ,,, i dont know i just love messing with this thang. too much misfortune is bad because then the host will adapt so it has to be a little lenient so the person doesnt feel completely and utterly hopeless >:] and in the event that the host does become useless to it then it simply posesses them to commit crimes and just cause misery to other people than the host before exiting the body and leaving it to bleed out and die

OKAY WHOOPEEE thats all i have to talk about right now i hope this is at least somewhat cohesive im kindof tired right now . BUT WOO RAVEN TIME!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK IT WAS SO SO FUN TO DRAW ANS ANSWER /GEN AGHH hope you enjoy the drawings as much as i enjoyed making them X] ill likely put them in a seperate post since im really proud of the first one and i kind of want it to be in a post of its own agahsbfkhf

ALSO IVE ALREADY ANSWERED THIS BUT YESS ABSOLUTELY !!! I WOJLD ABSPLUTELY LOVE TO SEE FANART AUAGHHFF <333 YOU ARE SO SWEET !!!

if anyone has any further questions/comments feel free to shoot me an ask ! X]

#cappuccino cookie #cookie run #cookie run au #my art #🎉 rambles #tw blood #tw body horror #blood #body horror

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wutwutno1 · 3 months

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J nomming a tiny Doll who accidentally shrunk herself during the skirmish between her, J, and Tessa. OMG what if Tessa fed Doll to J??

J doesn't really like Doll.

When J first met Doll with Tessa, J knew there was something off about the little red-eyed drone with purple hair.

Doll came off as aggressive and overconfident. J heard about how Doll methodically killed people for what J believed to be an inefficient and wasteful plan to kill her friend, V. However, as much as J didn't like her, Tessa loved Doll, viewing her as if she was one of her own drones like J, V, and N.

So right now, J was waiting for Doll to come back. It was extra cold this night and it showed on Tessa, who was shivering even through her specialized space suit.

"Bloody hell. It's cold out here, J. We probably should've waited in the ship." Tessa spoke through gritted teeth. J looked over at her while sitting on a post. "Well Doll said she would be back tonight with the key, and to meet her right here. So, I don't see any other option." Tessa sighed and began to pace, trying to keep up her blood flow. "I know that. How are you not freezing J? I thought drones could feel and react to temperature like humans." J smiled as she responded with, "We do, I also just so happen to be constantly overheating, so it kinda cancels out."

A few feet away from the pair came a ball of red lightning, signifying Doll's return. Tessa and J watched on as the lightning dissipated and revealed Doll. However, she was only about the size of J's hand. Doll stood there shocked while Tessa and J watched on agape.

"Что за—?" ("What the—?") Doll began when she was immediately cut off by Tessa, "Oh my god! Doll, you're so cute!"

Tessa reached down and picked up the mini Doll, who squirmed in her hand. "эй! Отпусти меня! Отпусти меня!" ("Hey! Let me go! Let me go!") J looks over Tessa's shoulder at Doll.

"How did this happen?" J questions. "Незначительный просчет." ("Minor miscalculation.") Tessa opens her palm flat, allowing Doll to sit down and breathe more comfortably. Tessa asks, "Doll, did ya get the key?"

"Да, да. У меня дурацкая проблема с ключом." ("Yes yes. I got the stupid key bug thing.") Doll then reaches into her dress and pulls out the keybug, the only problem is that it's much too small.

"Huh. Must've gotten shrunk when she did, ey J?" J nods and looks back at Doll. "Can you unshrink, or something? That bug needs to be normal."

"Думаю, да. Мне просто нужно больше масла для телепортации. А пока я—" ("I think so. I just need more oil to teleport with. Until then I—") Doll then breaks out into a shiver, the abnormaly cold air mixed with her extra small size finally catching up with her. "Боже, как холодно." ("Jeeze, it's cold.") "Oh dear, you poor thing. We'll get you warmed up, right J?" Tessa turned to J, who looked slightly disappointed at the events unfolding. "Of course, boss." Tessa looked down at the borrower-sized drone in her hand and placed a hand on her chin. "Of course, we need to figure out a way how. What to do..."

J began thinking. She didn't like Doll, but Tessa did. So she couldn't do anything to hurt Doll, but this could be her only chance to get revenge on behalf of V. Honestly, she could forgive all of that if Doll didn't do the one thing the workaholic bootlicker J considered unforgivable; messing up her job.

J began to grin, figuring out the perfect punishment while still looking like she was helping. Something that even Tessa could get behind.

"Hey Tessa, I have an idea." J spoke in a sickly sweet voice, however Tessa didn't seem to notice. "Yes, J? What is it?" J sat down on her post, grinning ear to ear. "I'm constantly overheating, right? So I was thinking we could put her inside of me somehow, like..." J paused for a second before snapping her fingers. She placed one hand over her abdomen and pointed at it with the other, "my stomach!" "Подожди, что?" ("Wait, what?")

Tessa barely gave it two thoughts before nodding her head. "Good idea J! Let's do it!" Tessa picked up Doll by the back of her shirt and began to carry her over to J. Doll began to squirm and panic.

"Подожди! Подожди! Не скармливай меня ей! Я не еда! Я не конфета!" ("Wait! Wait! Don't feed me to her! I'm not food! I'm not candy!") "J, can you translate? I don't understand Russian. She seems to be freaking out." J's grin grew wider as she now had full control over the situation.

"Oh, she's just begging for warmth. She only looks scared 'cause she's cold!" Tessa stands about a foot away from J, looking down at her. "Well okay! Open up!" J did as she was told, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out, giving Tessa and Doll a clear view of the back of her mouth and the top of her throat. "нет! Нет! Остановись!» Остановись!" ("No! No! Stop! Stop!")

Tessa slowly slid the squirming worker drone into J's mouth, the latter closing her mouth behind Doll softly onto Tessa's fingers. Tessa let go of Doll, who began to struggle harder inside J's mouth. Doll's voice muffled to the point of being unintelligible as Tessa slid her fingers out of J's mouth.

"Ew, J!" Tessa squealed playfully, whipping what little saliva got on her glove off.

Inside J's mouth, Doll was freaking out. She squirmed and struggled. Doll clutched onto J's tongue in the hope that it would prevent her from being swallowed. Doll felt her legs get pulled inside J's powerful throat, the tugging slowly pealing Doll off J's tongue.

" Подожди! Остановись!» Выплюнь меня!" ("Wait! Stop! Spit me out!") Doll cried out as her arms let go of J's tongue. She grasped desperately, but with one last gulp, J swallowed Doll whole squirming and fighting all the way down into her stomach.

"Gulp!" Tessa traced Doll's descent down J's throat with her finger until she reached J's chest. "Did you just say gulp, J?" Tessa giggled as J smiled, "Hey, you were the one who deleted gulp.mp3."

Tessa began to laugh audibly when she stood up. "Fair. I wonder how Doll's doing in there." J patted her stomach and grinned, "Oh, she's having the time of her life."

Inside of J, Doll was not having the time of her life. She lay in the soft plush of J's gut, getting churned and pushed with her arms crossed and a pout on her face. Doll couldn't do anything at the moment but take it. She didn't have the oil level to use her Absolute Solver, her squirms and fighting only got absorbed by the thick plush that surrounded J's stomach, and her yelling probably couldn't be heard by Tessa, and even if it could, Tessa still couldn't understand Doll.

Doll was had, and she knew it. Her only choice now was to wait for J to let her out. She knew J wouldn't digest her. She had the key and was the only one who could unshrink it. However, another thought came into her mind. She realized that J's stomach was actually kind of nice. The warmth was perfect, especially after what she had just experienced outside. The churning and the soft contractions of the belly walls worked to massage the stress in her over-tensed joints.

Doll didn't have anything to worry about in J's belly. For the first time in what felt like forever, Doll relaxed.

"Righy-O, J. Let's get back to the ship and warm up. We can get Doll the oil she needs in a bit." Tessa stood up and stretched. She patted her sheath and holster, making sure her weapons were secured, and turned around, only to come face-to-face with an emo worker drone with N and V behind her, all standing in a fight pose.

"Huh—?"

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Sorry if my translation is off. I don't speak, nor understand Russian, but I wanted to try to write it in. Any help in fixing translation errors will be much appreciated.

#murder drones #murder noms #vore writing #sfw vore #murder drones doll #g/t vore #murder drones j #murder drones tessa #unwilling prey #unwilling vore #unwilling to willing #soft vore #safe vore #good intentions #bad intentions

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neon-lights-and-glitter · 1 year

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Fight The Feeling Prologue-2 Like on a date? Yeah, like a date.

Summary- Jack surprises you with a trip to the Bahamas as your first date where you have your first kiss.

Word Count- 3k

With you and Jack both being busy, the next time you saw each other was a couple weeks later when you both happened to be in the same city. You had the day off except for a flight you had to catch later in the day and Jack had a last-minute studio session and he invited you to join him. You agreed, telling him you could only stay a couple hours before you had to leave.

Though this was the first time you’ve seen each other, you two had talked frequently, sending each other texts throughout the day every day since you met, and the occasional facetime when you both had time. You had talked to Urban too, but like you had told Jack the night at the hotel, Urban wasn’t really your type. Though you hadn’t told Urban that, you didn’t flirt with him like you did Jack, you just hoped he got the hint eventually. You still wanted to be friends with Urban, you just never saw yourself being with him in that way.

You never really thought your relationship with Jack would go very far either, you were both extremely busy, and sure you could make time for a relationship, but you weren’t sure if Jack wanted that with you. You thought maybe he did, if you were just a hookup, he would have tried to hook up with you the night you stayed in his hotel, but he didn’t. As much as you liked Jack, you didn’t want to get your hopes up and end up disappointed.

Jack didn’t have many people at the studio with him, and luckily, he had already gotten whatever he needed to be done before you showed up, because Jack’s, and Urban’s, attention went directly to you. Everyone in the room noticed but no one commented on it until you walked out of the room for a moment.

“Who is that?” Clay asked Jack and Urban.

“I told you its Y/N. I introduced her to everyone when she got here.” Jack said and Clay shook his head.

“I know that I mean who is she to you guys, I’ve never seen you two so into someone.”

“We’re just friends.” Urban said.

“Yeah, I’m just friends with her too.” Jack insisted.

“Yeah, we’ll see how long that lasts.” Clay said. “For one of you.” He added underneath his breath.

“I heard that.” Jack said.

“Kind of meant for you to. Watching you two fight for a girl’s attention is quite entertaining, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen it before.”

“We don’t need to fight over her attention, I talked to her first so Jack should let me have a chance first.” Urban argued.

“You only talked to her first because I was distracted. We’ve been over this.” Jack argued back.

“Yeah, this will be entertaining for me.” Clay said, laughing softly. “If I had to bet on it, my money would be on Jack, she doesn’t seem as interested in you Urb.” Clay said before turning back to his laptop as you walked back into the room.

You stayed for a couple more hours before you had to leave for the airport. Jack offered to walk you out to the car that was picking you up.

“When do you go back home?” Jack asked you.

“I fly home Thursday, why?” You asked, turning towards him.

“Can you fly back here instead?” Jack asked. “I have the weekend off, I’d like to take you out, if you want to, of course.”

“Like on a date?” You asked, smiling softly up at him.

“Yeah, like on a date.” Jack smiled.

“I’d like that. I can change my flight.” You told Jack.

“Good, I was going to be sad if you said no..” Jack laughed softly.

“It’s just a good thing I have the weekend off too otherwise I would have had to. I’m pretty sure Claire would kill me if I canceled something this last minute for a date.” You joked, making Jack laugh as the car pulled up.

“Let me plan something, and then I’ll give you the details as soon as I know them myself. Keep your weekend free, I have an idea.” Jack said and you laughed softly, nodding.

“Okay, I’ll see you in a couple of days then.” You said. You and Jack hugged goodbye before you left.

You let Claire know to get your flights changed and the next day you got a text from Jack with an address.

“Let me know where you’re staying, I’ll pick you up Friday around noon.” Jack sent. Of course, the first thing you did when you received the address is look it up. The only place that came up was the airport.

“Jack, you know you sent the address of the airport, right?” You texted back.

“I know.” Jack responded.

“What are you planning?” You asked and within seconds you were receiving a facetime call which you answered immediately.

“You know how you said your favorite place you’ve been was the Bahamas?” Jack asked and you gasped.

“Jack. Are you serious?” You asked and Jack laughed softly, nodding.

“I am. It was supposed to be a surprise, but I wasn’t sure if it would be creepy asking you to get on a plane not knowing where you’re going as a first date.

“Now I know why you told me to keep my whole weekend free. You didn’t have to do that, I would have been completely fine with just hanging out or going to dinner.” You told him and he laughed softly.

“Well, we can go to dinner, in the Bahamas.” Jack said.

“Fair point.” You laughed softly.

“I know it’s a lot for a first date, but I thought since we’re both busy, it would be nice to take a weekend and just relax.” Jack explained. You could tell in the short few weeks you had been talking that Jack spent a lot of time on work, so it meant a lot to you that the time he did have off, he wanted to spend with you.

“Our first date wasn’t the night we met?” You asked and Jack shook his head.

“Nope, neither of us planned that.” Jack said.

“We hung out all night, ordered pizza and I stayed in your room even though it would have taken me 2 minutes to go back to my own room, kind of seems like a date to me.” You teased Jack.

“Did I say it was a date?” Jack asked.

“No.”

“Did you say it was a date?” He asked.

“I just did.”

“Nope, that doesn’t count. So, it wasn’t a date.”

“Fine, if you think so.” You teasingly rolled your eyes, making Jack laugh.

“I do think so. Plus, if that’s your standard for dates, then I need to work on getting your expectations up.” Jack teased.

“It’s not that, I just don’t expect anything big, especially for a second date.” You said and Jack raised his eyebrow, making you laugh. “First date. Happy?” You teased and Jack nodded.

“I just want to show you that I like you. I don’t want to just hook up with you and never see you again. I don’t even want there to be an expectation that we hook up this weekend. I just want you to feel special.” Jack said and you smiled softly.

“I like you too, you know that. Honestly, you making time to facetime me every day, even though you’re busy and working, makes me feel special already.” You admitted, making Jack smile.

“I’m glad it does.”

“I’ll send you the address of my hotel in a little bit, but you don’t have to pick me up, I can just meet you at the airport if you want.” You told him and Jack shook his head.

“Nope, I’ll pick you up.” Jack insisted and you nodded.

“If you insist.”

“I do insist. When do you land?” Jack asked.

“Like, midnight. I already have a ride back to the hotel before you offer.” You said and Jack nodded.

“That might have been where I was going.” Jack laughed softly. “I have to go, but I’ll call you later.” Jack told you and you nodded, both of you saying goodbye before you hung up.

Almost exactly Friday at noon, you heard a knock on your hotel room door. You smiled, assuming it was Jack, and you answered the door.

“Hi.” You smiled, Jack smiling back.

“Hi.” He reached out to hug you and you hugged him back. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

“Are you ready?” Jack asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah, I’m ready. Let me grab my bags.” You said and held the door open so Jack could step inside for a minute.

“I’ll get them.” Jack offered and you let him, because if there was anything you learned about Jack, it was that if he offered to do something, he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Also, your bags were heavy.

You and Jack ended up in the backseat of a car, Jack’s driver driving you to the airport.

“This isn’t too much for a first date, right?” Jack asked, looking over at you.

“No, I don’t think so. I mean, I can’t believe you did all of this, but I don’t think it’s too much.” You said and Jack sighed in relief.

“Good. I’ve just never met a girl I like as much as I like you, I don’t want to scare you off.” Jack said.

“You haven’t scared me off, if you had, I wouldn’t be going on a trip to the Bahamas with you. You’re closer to scaring off my best friend Madison then me. She had me give her everything, hotel, your name, your phone number, practically everything I know about you. Plus, it’s a second date anyways.” You laughed softly.

“Damn, that’s smart, all I got from Urban was a “don’t do anything I wouldn’t do”. It’s a first date, but I’ll let it slide.” Jack said, laughing softly.

“And what wouldn’t Urban do?” You asked and Jack thought.

“Honestly, I feel like there isn’t much he wouldn’t do, so that’s not great advice.” Jack said, making both of you laugh.

Once you arrived at the airport, Jack’s driver got your bags out of the back while the two of you got out of the car. You both thanked the driver before you both got led onto the plane, sitting down next to each other.

“Oh, I made dinner reservations for about two hours after we land.” Jack told you.

“Jack, you can’t just throw something like that at me without notice.” You half joked and Jack laughed softly.

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing fancy. It’s just at some random restaurant I found near the resort. I did get us a private room though.”

“I’m not sure if I can believe you when you say it’s not fancy.” You teased Jack.

“It might be a little fancy, but you don’t have to dress up, I promise.” Jack reassured you.

One flight, some random conversations, and a car ride to the resort later, and you and Jack were in your room. You both got ready for dinner, neither of you dressed up, but you did put on something fancier than the sweatpants you had on for the flight.

“Ready?” Jack asked, offering you his hand.

“Yeah, I am.” You smiled at him, taking his hand as you stood up from the couch. Jack led you out of the room and down to the lobby. Jack had already called a car, so you didn’t have to wait to be picked up.

During your date, you and Jack continued to get to know each other. You felt like you got to know each other from your facetime calls and texts, but this was different. It felt a lot more comfortable than the night you met.

You ended up being at dinner a lot longer then either of you expected, you talked about where you grew up, what got Jack into rapping, what got you into modeling, your families, your childhoods, what you wanted for your futures, any random topic you could think of.

Once you left the restaurant, you and Jack decided to walk back to the resort instead of getting a car. You walked down the sidewalk, your hand holding Jack’s.

“We should get ice cream.” You suggested as you walked past an ice cream shop, Jack nodded.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” Jack agreed, and laughed softly as you smiled excitedly, pulling him gently towards the store, Jack followed close behind you. You stood in line, Jack standing behind you as you slightly leaned into his chest. Jack wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on the top of your head. After a minute you turned in his arms, so you were facing him, the two of you making small talk.

“Sorry to interrupt, but you guys are adorable.” The couple that was behind you said, they were about your age. You both hoped that they didn’t recognize who either of you were, and luckily, they didn’t, or at least if they did, they didn’t say act like it.

“Oh, no problem. Thank you.” You said, and Jack smiled softly at you.

“How long have you been together?” One of the asked, both of you awkwardly laughing.

“Oh, we’re not really together.” You said.

“It’s our first date.” Jack clarified.

“Well, you two would make a cute couple.” They said before it was your turn to order. Jack let you order first, and then he placed his order. You tried to pay, but Jack didn’t let you.

Once you both got your ice cream you walked back to the resort, ending up on the beach that the resort was located on. You sat in the sand as you finished your ice cream, finding a random trash can nearby to throw your trash away before you ended up back at the same spot you were sitting at before. You were telling Jack about where you had gone to in the Bahamas previously.

Despite Jack paying attention to what you were saying, but he couldn’t help but let his eyes fall to your lips before moving back to your eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” Jack asked and you nodded, smiling softly at him.

Before you could say anything, Jack was leaning over and kissing you gently. You deepened the kiss after a moment, loosely wrapping your arms around Jack’s neck. Jack let his hands rest on your waist. Jack gently led you to his lap and you followed his lead until you were practically straddling his hips. Jack pulled away first, both of you taking a second to catch your breath.

“I wanted to do that all night.” Jack admitted, blushing lightly, leaving his hands on your waist.

“And I wanted you to do that all night.” You said, letting one of your hands move to the ends of Jack’s hair, running your fingers through his hair.

“I didn’t want to do this on the first night, and I know it might be a little soon, but I don’t want to wait. Will you officially be my girlfriend?” Jack asked, and you nodded.

“Of course, I will Jack. I’ve been yours since I agreed to go on this trip with you.” You said.

“I just wasn’t sure, after the ice cream shop, you know?” Jack said and you nodded.

“I just wasn’t sure if they knew who we were, and we hadn’t talked about it ourselves. I like privacy, and I know you do too, so I just didn’t want to risk it.” You explained.

“I get it, I’m not mad.” Jack reassured you. “You’re right, I do like keeping things private. You just scared me with your answer.” Jack laughed softly.

“I mean it, I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t already yours.” You said.

“I wouldn’t be here either if I wasn’t yours. I wouldn’t put this much effort into someone I’m not seriously interested in. You just happen to be someone I am seriously interested in.” Jack said, making you smile, kissing his lips softly before you pulled away.

“I really like you, just don’t make me regret it.” You said. You had told Jack previously about getting your heartbroken in a relationship before him.

“I won’t I promise. I really like you too.” Jack said, kissing you again.

The rest of the weekend was spent mostly at the beach together. While you both loved the trips you had to take for your work, you both admitted that the weekend trip to the Bahamas was the most fun you’ve had on a trip.

You spent the weekend completely ignoring anything except each other. Though you did send a few texts to Madison because if you didn’t, she would have started to panic. Luckily for the both of you, no one you interacted with recognized you because neither of you thought about the rumors that would start if someone had and you both wanted to avoid any rumors.

You and Jack got to know each other on a deeper level then you had before since a majority of your contact previously had been texts and facetime calls. What started as a crazy idea for Jack and a trip with someone who you liked but you weren’t sure your relationship would lead anywhere, ended as something special for you and Jack. Even though it might have been too early for either of you to admit it, you both fell in love on the trip.

When it was time to leave, neither of you wanted to. You both could have stayed there forever, but unfortunately Jack had to work. You had a couple more days off though, so you flew back with him and stayed with Jack for a couple more days.

Tag list @jackharloww @harlowcomehome @nattinatalia @hoodharlow @itsyagirljaz @heavyhitterheaux @harlowsbby @awhore4moree

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader

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yellowloid · 10 months

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i think one of the main problems of tumblr (and fandom culture, and the internet in general) is that people tend to forget as human beings we are made of multitudes. nothing is ever just black or white - there are infinite shades of grey in between and that is the very thing that makes us, well, human.

sometimes people have contrasting opinions within themselves and - guess what - even contrasting feelings. sometimes people feel strongly about stuff and that is okay. you can love something/someone so much and at the same time find yourself disappointed by something related to it/them. that happens. it's okay.

i'm not gonna talk about what's going on on twitter because tbh i haven't checked so i have no idea wtf they're on about there, but i want to focus on our little tumblr community - which is so special because of the fact that it is (mostly) conflict-free, and if there's something we share it's a kind of visceral love for the boys that i'm sure everyone here can understand.

this is not an indirect @ anyone in particular, but i've seen some posts going around talking about all the negativity on the dash after last night, and i wanted to share my two cents on that.

we all love them. we all fucking love them so much and we know every time they set foot on stage we're guaranteed to be blown away by how fucking good and special and talented they are. they know how to deliver a spectacular performance (even in emergency situations like yesterday, with alex's laryngitis which is definitely far from gone) and they know how to keep the audience's attention fixed on them. they're a special kind of hypnotising, and every show is unique in and of itself *because* of their incredible presence, regardless of what setlist they might give us.

we all know that, and yesterday's show was no exception. it was amazing, powerful and breathtaking like every show they deliver. mindblowing, as always. as simple as that.

and that's exactly what can turn disappointing real quick. they know how fucking good they are. they know how much potential they have, and that all this tour they've been using up to 10% of said potential. they're incredibly talented and smart, and still decide to stick to their comfort zone every. single. night. with few exceptions, obviously, and mostly never from the album they're supposed to be touring. that's what upsets people here - the fact that they're letting their own HUGE potential go to waste.

glastonbury is a milestone. they had nothing to prove, of course, having headlined it already and more than once in the past. everyone knows what they're capable of. but glastonbury is special, too, and instead if felt like just another random show they could then go and tick off their list. done, next. rinse and repeat.

and of course we also all know it was an emergency. alex has been straining his voice for a long time now - the three consecutive london gigs were the breaking point, and i'm so glad they took a bit of time to let him rest, despite the fact that they probably hated having to cancel the dublin show. but they couldn't ditch glasto, and so they showed up and they did a fucking amazing job. alex sounded so good and i think i can speak for all of us when i say i was so incredibly relieved to see he was okay. i was shaking and biting my nails worried sick about him for DAYS up to the moment they appeared on stage and seeing him get up there and kill it with a fucking crazy performance, putting in all that effort and dedication despite the fact that he's no doubt still recovering (no way his laryngitis is 100% gone, and i hope he gets some more rest because he needs it) made me so proud of him, so fucking happy and proud and i couldn't really love him more. i love him so much, i love them all so much and i know everyone here also does. no one here is blaming it on him for whatever happened yesterday. we're all just fucking glad and grateful he could show up in the first place. he's the most special most talented most beautiful little guy ever and we all love and cherish him so much it hurts. and he did so fucking well, as always. i hope he knows that, and i hope he knows he's allowed to be sick and he's not to blame for anything. i would personally fight anyone who dared say anything bad about him because no one fuck's with tumblr's most beautiful most precious babygirlboy. no one!!!!!

having said that, big changes in the setlist - especially a live debut of hello you or other new songs - were highly unlikely and we all knew that. they probably wouldn't have had the chance to rehearse due to alex's sickness. and that's okay! sure everyone would love to see those songs finally make their grand debut. but that can wait, because alex's health is more important.

and let's face it. i don't think it's that big of a reach to say that even if alex hadn't been sick, the setlist wouldn't have changed that much anyway. there's songs that simply cannot be scrapped, songs to which they're particularly attached and songs to which average fans are also particularly attached. then there's songs that have been on rotation, and songs that have finally already made a comeback during the sheffield shows. taking away all that, the songs that have an actual real possibility of coming back aren't that many - as much as it hurts me to say it, they won't be playing secret door or piledriver waltz or batphone or whatever more niche song anytime soon. and we know that, no one *really* expects them to. because they have to gather to the general crowd, and as repetitive as their current setlist might be, it works. could house more new songs - they skipped big ideas? and songs such as mr schwartz and iaqwitia haven't made a comeback in such a long while... but still. it's bomb. it works, and it works fucking well.

however, there were other changes that could have been made to make glasto special - changes that wouldn't have been a risk to alex's health; small things that could have made a difference, even a tiny one. @mrschwartz said it perfectly in her tags (i hope it's okay to show these sbfksjf i just think you put it into words really well):

it WAS a win. the sole fact of headlining glasto, in and of itself, is a win. a big fucking one at that. and little changes could have been made to make it memorable - to make it stand out when compared to every other gig they played this tour. there definitely were highlights - not only with alex's antics but also lyrically, with the jet skis/iwby/star treatment moment, which was OUTSTANDING - but for the rest nothing really spoke GLASTONBURY. nothing else *really* stood out, and that's a shame.

(not even gonna touch on the miles thing because yeah we all know they probably wanted to do it but couldn't for some reason; it's pretty clear rn that him showing up in london was to make up for him not being able to be there yesterday; we all had our suspicions and they were right. still bummed tho because them playing glasto together is a tradition!)

but considered all that, it is what it is. no one is gonna go around unstanning them because of last night. if anything, when they pull this shit they just make us want to follow them even more, to see what they'll be up to in the next shows. what aces they have up their sleeves - because we know just as well as they know that they have many. they're just too comfortable in their routine to pull them all out, and hopefully sometime in the near future we'll get to see more of what they can really do.

again, it was an amazing show. my heart was beating so fast and i kept grinning like an idiot at the screen, just because they were there. just because they showed up in the first place, with their talent and beauty and power and insane energy. just because i love them so much i can't even begin to explain it.

and i was a bit disappointed, too. because we know how much potential they have. because if they can put up an amazing show like that using only a crumble of that potential, we can only imagine how insanely spectacular of a performance they could deliver if they used even a little bit more of it.

but they refuse to, and that's what can be upsetting. but it doesn't take away the love we have for them. the two things can coexist, and they don't take away from each other. if anything, i woke up this morning with even more love for them than i did yesterday, exactly because they frustrate me with how legendary they are, and how bad i want them to show that to the whole world.

i love them, i'm disappointed, and that's not gonna stop me from loving them even more.

#i'm sorry i just had to put this all out i'm too opinionated to keep it all inskxsnxksncjsjd #also sorry if this is very rambly but hopefully you get what i mean. contrasting feelings are valid!#sending y'all kissies bc we all deserve kissies no matter what. no hard feelings! xx #arctic monkeys #glasto 2023 #ramblings

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Hi ❤️ I haven't gotten into star trek yet but I'm really curious because of your gifs, what's the situation with that young/rush pairing? 👀 They always look like they're trying really hard not to make out lol

Hi anon! I was heading for a bed right now, but this ask appeared and it made me giggle <3 yeah, they do look like that

Just to point out one thing, Young and Rush are from Stargate franchise, mainly Stargate Universe tv series, star trek is a whole different story, with its own characters who always look like they're trying really hard not to make out lol

If you have not seen star trek, go watch. If you have not seen stargate? do the same lol those are like magnum opuses of sci fi television, you won't be disappointed, but I suggest to watch sg1 first to know wtf is happening in stargate universe sometimes

I won't lie, stargate universe is not an easy to watch show, it's quite fucked up, sometimes boring, sometimes cool and interesting, as any other show, but as I said, you have to accept the fact that it's a mess of a show, the illogical behavior of characters, etc, and you will really enjoy it. Well, I enjoy rewatching it cos I found two disaster men having chemistry on screen fun and I want them either kill or fuck each other. My fun time includes imagining them in the worst bdsm relationship that you can come up with... yeah i said that

Anyway, my gifs did that before, made some people believe the ship exists, like madam spellman or swan queen, but those who trusted my gifs were disappointed that those were not canon <3 So nope, nothing even close to making out there T-T unfortunately, because I would pay to watch it

however

they do get close, very close sometimes

you will get killing part from kill or fuck, yay <3 they are the worst, like these characters have more or less normal relationship with everybody else on the ship, well, at least one of them, the other is hated by entire universe and yet he does not have anything even close to what these two have with each other with anybodyelse, whatever it is, nobody gets under their skin as one another, I know I am seeing what I wanna see, but they do look so obsessed with one another

they feel like those people who will do something out of spite just to annoy the other one

their "relationship" is a wild ride, you go from suspicious people who are forced to work with each other to actual attempts of murder

you just put two wild animals in closed space and watch them rip each other's throats and that's young and rush and you watch them fight with each other cos they don't know how to communicate with each other any other way

but they are also sad, very sad, pathetic men and you will enjoy watching them suffer and you will want to give them a hug and a blanket but they will probably fuck it up too and fight for our entertainment, but it gets better by the end and then the show was cancelled so that's it

#ask #Anonymous #do i wanna tag it with the show tag now #that's actually not all but just watch it #i just gif the parts with young and rush cos they are my favs #and they took over my life right now #so you will see more #and the more i will gif the more you see how fucked up their relationship are :D #shipping ships that actually have some love there and don't try to kill each other? pfftttt where's fun in that #honestly they can work together i'm just exaggerating :D #they are fine #they are not but they try #just see it on your own #and now im going to sleep #young x rush #sgu #stargate universe

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The Lifeaters (II.8)

VIII. Guilty

MASTERLIST

Chapter Summary: All eyes turn to you

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Cursing, magical objects, Mugglephobia, classism, charms and curses, people getting petrified, might miss some warnings

Wordcount: 2,2 k

Notes: Just get swimming… I’m thinking about making edits in tiktok, that’s how far I’ve come with this story… Considering I very much dislike video editing

It was bad

You knew because Snape had personally escorted you back to the common room after the canceled game, he looked exceptionally gloomy, extremely serious, more than normal. He didn’t even have to raise his voice, he only stood there, in the middle of the common room, and it was mere seconds before everyone quieted down so he could tell you lot about what he needed to.

“Because of the recent events, the school had thought it prudent to impose strict rules, in benefit of your safety”, said Professor Snape. He took a parchment with official stationary and read it outloud, “All students will return to their house common room by six o’clock every evening. All students will be escorted to each lesson by a teacher. No exceptions. Quidditch is canceled for the remaining of the school year, as other activities in big groups, and after six o’clock”, he said and then he lowered the parchment

Many hands were raised, many had questions, everyone started speaking, you, mainly, and Draco, whining about Quidditch being canceled, you only got to play one game on your very first year as a chaser with your very new broom, and next year you were going to get challenged again, and you didn’t think it was fair, wouldn’t it be good to be in a place with a lot of people? more witnesses? they wouldn’t dare attacking someone in a place filled with people, wouldn’t they?

“If the attacks don’t stop, you will go home, I advise you… if you know something, come forwards, to me”, he said slowly

“Would they close the school?”, someone asked

“Indeed”, he said slowly, he then searched among the crowd, “head boy, head girl, prefects follow me”, and then he dramatically turned and left, followed by the top students in your house, as it was already around 5.30, you couldn’t leave the room again and you were content with finishing the day early. The common room get cleared except for your closest friends, to your surprise, even Flint stayed around

“They wouldn’t close the school”, muttered Matthew, and for the very first time, you thought you saw a hint of fear in those dark eyes of his, “would they?”

“No if they find the wacko who is doing this”, muttered Theo

“Nobody is dead yet”, Draco said like he was disappointed, “people will be un-petrified”

“Yet! you said it”, mocked Flint, “it’s just a matter of time”

“But this… person or thing… Why is petrifying people if the objective is to kill them?”, asked Pansy, “I don’t understand”

“We don’t even know what is this monster, perhaps it can only petrified people”

“Some monster”, mocked Matthew

“What is going to happen when they close Hogwarts?”, asked Daphne

“If…”, corrected Draco

“If they close Hogwarts, they will send me to Beauxbatons”, you whispered, Draco looked at you

“I’ll be send to Dumstrang”, he said back

“Are they going to have space for all of us?”, asked Pansy

“How are you going to get in?”, mocked Matthew

“My family is one of the founders, and… they have had a space for me in it since I was born, basically”, you muttered, “You can’t imagine my grandfather’s face when they told him I was coming here instead”

“So you can hook us all up”, said Theo with a soft smile

“They won’t close this thing”, muttered Draco

“How do you know?”, you asked, he only winked at you.

“My father is one of the governors of the school, he won’t let this place shut down, although, he can totally blame it on Dumbledore, get him sacked!”, he mocked

“Maybe he can get a Slytherin as headmaster”, muttered Daphne with a soft smile

“GUYS!”, Blaise entered the room almost running, “It’s Granger!”

“WHAT?”, Draco asked, a smile showing up on his lips

“She is the one that has been petrified!”, he said, “she is the last victim, alongside a Prefect from Ravenclaw”. You looked at Draco who looked like Christmas had come again.

Blaise knew everything about everyone, maybe it was because of his calm demeanor, he was silent, and sneaky, he knew a lot of things, if something was going on in the castle, he knew at least to some extent what was going on.

“Two more”

“They are definitely closing this joint”

Nothing could spoil Draco’s mood, or Matthew’s or Vince’s or Greg’s

You had to admit it was empowering to walk at his side, through the corridors, everyone would move out of your way and look at you fearfully

At the both of you

Rumor was spreading that Potter could not possibly be the heir of Slytherin, since Granger was one of his best friends, and also, because no one in the Slytherin house had been attacked….

Well, except for you

Even though you weren't really attacked and nobody found out so… maybe that is why you weren’t attacked, because you were a pure-blooded Slytherin

Were you?

And a couple of weeks later, Draco was jumping with joy

You asked him of course what was that about, but he just said that he had a surprise for all of you, and tomorrow they were going to figure out what.

It was a long night, you were very curious, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that Draco wouldn’t share things anymore

He had caught on that you were not as enthusiastic about this whole situation like he was, in fact, you were clearly scared and concerned, unlike all of them Slytherins

He would reassure you constantly, that you were not in danger and everything was going to pass, but you really didn’t see how that was going to be possible/ Draco told you to… “have faith?” What was that supposed to mean?

It was a long night, you could barely sleep, or not at all.

And the very next day, Draco was jumping with joy through breakfast, but in the teacher’s high table, no one was smiling, nobody. You could feel it in the air, that there was something bad going on, besides the attacks

And then, when everyone was sitting on the table… Draco told the lot of you, the entire table, what had transpired last night

Uncle Lucius had come to Hogwarts, late at night, as a governor, in representation of the other governors, and asked for Dumbledore to step away from the school, for an indefinite time, he had almost been sacked, he was in the very steps to being so.

Also, Hagrid…

Hagrid was a suspect of opening the chamber of secrets

Nobody knew why, but he was sent to Azkaban. They must have known something terrible

“That oaf isn’t the heir of Slytherin!”, mocked Malfoy, as you were at the end of the day, in the common room drinking pumpkin juice and hanging out

“Maybe he did it by accident”, you suggested, “you know how much he loves animals, maybe one of those animals broke loose and…”

“Not even he could be that thick”, muttered Theodore

Granger petrified, Hagrid sacked, Dumbledore suspended… It was a good week for Slytherin in everyone’s book.

You realized that Draco had become more… sensitive… when you were near, as you didn't like it when he spoke like that, but you still could hear him express his disappointment that the monster hadn't “finish their job”

Classes were now almost boring because Granger wasn’t there incessantly raising her hand to answer whatever question the professor was asking

Potter and Weasley looked like Christmas hadn't come at all

So you guessed that Potter wasn’t the heir of Slytherin, he couldn't possibly have petrified Granger, right? Because nobody believed that Hagrid was the one who did all of this, well, nothing but uncle Lucius’ friend Cornelius Fudge

Why him though? if they send him to Azkaban they must have a good reason to.

You could barely focus on class, thinking about what was going on, it was even harder with Draco, in potions, as he couldn’t stop boasting about what had happened with Dunbledore and Hagrid

“I always knew it was going to be my father to get rid of Dumbledore”, he whispered to Vince and Greg, not caring of who was listening, that by now, it was the entire class, “I told you he thinks he is the worst headmaster the school’s ever had. Maybe we’ll get a decent Headmaster now. Someone who won’t want the Chamber of secrets closed. McGonagall won’t last long, she is only feeling in”

You knew he was boasting because Potter and Weasley were there, he had told you these things personally, thanks to the chamber and said monster, you pure-blooded witches and wizards were on top of the world.

That is when Professor Snape walked by.

“Sir”, Draco called for him, “Sir, why don’t you apply for the headmaster’s job?”

He was the head professor of your House, and even though he was very strict and severe, you admired him and his mastery in potions

But him as a headmaster looked like something out of a nightmare, like he would turn this into some version of Azkaban, you didn’t imagine events. Quidditch games and fun activities or feast with him on the helm of these huge ship

“Now now Malfoy”, muttered professor Snape, he was almost smiling, “professor Dumbledore had only been suspended by the governors, I dare say he’ll be back with us soon enough”

“Yeah right”, boasted Draco, “I expect you’d have Father’s vote, sir, if you wanted to apply for the job, I’ll tell father you’re the best teacher here, sir”

Again… a Hogwarts run by Snape sounded like a nightmare, but again you didn’t know anyone else to take the mantle, Dumbledore might be Gryffindor coded but… at least he was cheerful, you believed that Mandrakes would take the lead in a more entertaining way if given the opportunity, instead of professor Mcgonaggal

But Snape smiled, actually smirked… and you started day-dreaming about Headmaster Snape, perhaps it wouldn’t be that bad.

“I’m quite surprised the Mudbloods haven’t all packed their bags by now”, he went on, “bet you five galleons the next one dues. Pity it isn’t Granger”

You trembled at the mere thought, trying to concentrate on the potion in front of you

The very next weeks went by a blur

A certain monotony had spread in Hogwarts, nobody was supposed to be outside, or alone, you moved in groups, you were even escorted to the bathroom

You didn’t dare to tell anyone what you thought you saw in the bathroom at Christmas, you had nothing of value to tell anyway, you had convinced yourself you imagined it

Were you spared because of your blood status? Because you were a Basili…

And then… you knew, you gasped loudly and everyone looked at you, surprised

“What?”, Draco asked, raising his head from the book on astrology he was studying, but you shook your head, coming back to your senses.

“I just remember something”, you muttered, “homework”

“Yeah, we still have to study for those exams!”, said Draco, closing the heavy book

Did you cracked it? could it be?

Next weeks went by so slowly, there was no fun, only study and learning, which before it was fine, but now it isn't. Even Astronomy had canceled its late nights, and now it was in daytime, which made no sense, because you couldn’t see the stars or anything really.

So you only depended on the books and illustrations

Professor Sprout was very cheery, apparently Mandrakes were sneaking into each other's pots so that meant they were almost ready to be chopped up and…

You still thought that was insanity

Draco however, seemed to enjoy the chaos and terror

And you couldn’t help but… liking it too

Nobody had died, right? and this feeling about needing to stick together with your friends, and having to be in the common room with the rest of your house, hanging out, you felt guilty of how much you were enjoying it

Even Marcus, and Adrian stick around you and Draco, didn't leave you because the season was abruptly cut short, instead choosing to even talk to you!

You were over the moon

The Gryffindors though seemed to be in an awful mood, when you heard Lockheart that it was all going to be alright, people will be un-petrified and the guilty part had been caught

Potter however, you had heard him defend Hagrid publicly, saying that there was no way that he was the one who opened the chamber of secrets

You didn’t believe it either

He didn’t struck you as a bad person, in fact, you liked him -a thing you couldn’t admit to Draco even if you were being tortured-, from your experience with him in the forbidden forest… he was kinda nice, he had talked you out of your fears about the headless troll, and he had somewhat protected you in there.

But if he was taken to Azkaban, it meant he was guilty, nobody was taken to Azkaban with mere suspicions, they had to have something big against him.

You didn't know what to think anymore

#misguidedlifeaters #harry potter #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #hp fanfic #draco malfoy #matthew gaunt #mattheo riddle

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