#i want to add like. idk. a gust of wind or something

[placentafluid]

put behind you any thoughts of home; that place of broken promises

[bp-zb1fics]

Can you do "cuddles and kisses with lee jeonghyeon", i'm glad if u do something suggestive like lap sitting maybe?? thank youu!!

Ridiculous but you're mine~

pairing: leejeong x reader

genre: fluff, suggestive themes (pls see tags!)

tw/tags: flirting, kisses, making out, hand-holding, lap sitting, non-explicit/implied s*x acts, korean pet names, leejeong being the biggest simp and pretending to hate it (spoiler: he doesn't)

wc: 1592

summary: jeonghyeon values a lot of things but he’ll make an exception for you

a/n Hi anon~ I may have gotten a little carried away with the suggestive part but I hope it's somewhat similar to what you had in mind and it's not too much. Kind of played with a different format writing this fic, idk if it works or not but I am very proud of how it turned out. Any readers for this, please, please do let me know what you think and if I should add additional tags to this, ty!

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Jeonghyeon wasn’t a touchy person. Not at all. No thank you.

He’ll accept skinship if he’s feeling indulgent, he’ll freely offer a hug if someone needs it but aside from that, he generally likes to keep his personal space, well personal. 

Until you, that is. 

You don’t even need to do anything. It’s a little infuriating actually. 

You look at him and his brain completely short-circuits.

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“Leejeong-yah~”

He really regrets letting Mun Junghyun tell you about their “leejeong, mungjung cross.” God, that was embarrassing. And it was even more embarrassing because of how cute you thought it was and how cute he thought you were and now he has the displeasure of becoming even more flustered by his own damn name.

“Hmm?”

He’s putting his socks on, getting ready to go out because you wanted sushi and god forbid Jeonghyeon doesn’t give you what you want. It’s a little chilly so he throws on the black hoodie that you like because of how soft it is. 

He reaches for his earrings and his eyes meet yours in the mirror as he looks up to put them on. Jeonghyeon nearly drops the damned earrings. 

Don’t ask him to explain why. Literally no thoughts, head empty. He’s only beginning to recover when you walk over and give him a back hug, burying your face to the fabric of the hoodie while he just stands there, frozen like the idiot he is.

“Wahh so soft.” Your voice is muffled but Jeonghyeon is desperately fighting back the blush that threatens to bloom on his cheeks.

“We should go.” He manages to get out, glad that his voice didn’t crack.

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You hold his hand and any rational thought is reduced to ash.

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As soon as you get outside, the cold hits and Jeonghyeon immediately shoves his hands into his hoodie pocket. Before he can check on you, you’re already linking your arm with his and sliding your hand into your own pocket. Seriously, how can his heart take this?

“Are you cold?”

You shake your head, bouncing up and down a little. It’s very cute and really not great for his health.

“Sushi, let’s get sushi~”

You make your way to the restaurant. Jeonghyeon can’t help but look at you, glancing around occasionally to make sure you were following the right directions but eyes always coming back to you. And he can’t help but wonder what he had done right for the universe to decide to send you his way. Someone who loved him with all his scrappy imperfections and flaws.

Suddenly a gust of cold wind tickles the back of your necks and you yelp, one hand slipping out of your pocket and into his. Jeonghyeon freezes as you wiggle your fingers between his, pressing yourself closer like you want to sink into his side.

“It’s cold.”

You say in the way of justification, not like he even needs one. For the rest of the way, you walk like that and he can only ever feel your hand in his.

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You pout, just a little, and whatever values he has, personal, moral, family values, all out the window.

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The restaurant is a sushi train. You’re directed to a booth and left alone with a tablet in case you wanted to order something that wasn’t on the train.

Jeonghyeon begins taking plates. And it was only after you had a sizable serving in front of you that he realised he took all your favourites. Really, when did he become like this? When did it become an instant serotonin boost to see your face light up like that? 

“Leejeong say ahhh~”

He mindlessly opens his mouth and lets you feed him. It’s good. Any food that’s given by you is automatically better than any other food. He’s never been one for public displays but you look at him expectantly, your bottom lip protruding ever so slightly.

It’s like he’s been hypnotised, carefully picking up a piece and feeding it to you. And no, he’ll never admit to anyone how endearing it is to watch you eat, your cheeks puffing out as you chew.

He’s a weak, weak man. And it’s all your fault, seriously it is.

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It’s ridiculous. 

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You stumble back home, bellies full. Kicking your shoes off, you tug him towards the couch and switch on that one drama you insist he watch with you. Both of you started off seated. He sits cross legged while you tuck your feet to the side, his arm resting around your shoulder.

It’s not a new drama you’re watching. No, it's one of those that you like to come back to, one of those you watch without needing to think too hard or wonder what to expect. 

Junhyeon sighs as you lean against him, comfortably pressing against his side. He watches you fondly as you mimic the dialogue on screen, the audio almost like white noise at this point. Suddenly you’re reaching up, fingers skimming feather-light across his jawline leaving little sparks in their wake.

“So handsome~” You murmur, letting your thumb ghost below his bottom lip. Jeonghyeon’s breath stutters. 

“My Leejeongie, naekko!”

He’s going to die. You’re going to kill him. Belatedly, he realises that you’re just imitating the drama. Still, his stupid heart is ready to pound its way out of his chest. Before he can think twice, he gently grabs your hand in his and presses a kiss to your knuckles. You go quiet. Before he can drop your hand, you pull yourself closer, nudging at him until you’re kneel-sitting between his thighs, his legs stretched out on the couch. 

You drop his hand in favour of resting your palms on his shoulders to balance yourself. His arms are limp by his sides. Jeonghyeon almost stops breathing as you lean forward, your noses nearly touching, trying to keep his cool. You peck the corner of his mouth. He’s an absolute goner at this point. 

For the next few minutes, he lets you litter kisses all over his face, sweet on his forehead, making his cheeks flush hot, his teeth clenching as your lips brush a trail along his jaw. You chip away at his sanity every time you bring your lips to his and pause just before they touch, leaving his mouth a little more dry every time. The last straw is when you bite playfully at his collarbones, giggling at the look of utter distress that washes over his face as you tease up his neck. By the time your lips once again ghost against the corners of his, his hands grab needily at your waist.

“Dammit aegiya, please.”

Jeonghyeon breathes out shakily and you flash him a coy little smile that does bad, bad things to his heart before you finally kiss him. 

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God, you’re ridiculous. 

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Jeonghyeon can’t stop kissing you. 

His teeth scrape slightly against your bottom lip and you gasp. Your tongue flicks out to drag across the roof of his mouth and something so good just bursts in his brain. Hands squeeze your waist again, you squeak and they stroke your sides as if to soothe, sliding down to rest on your thighs. You shift, gripping to the front of your boyfriend’s hoodie and just like that, you’re fully on his lap, straddling him.

If nothing, Jeonghyeon only gets needier.

He’s mouthing at your neck, tongue teasing mindless patterns at the places he knows are sensitive. The little noises that escape you set off tiny firecrackers in his head. Your hands clench uselessly before finding their way to his hair and tugging. Heat blooms at the pit of his stomach and he bites a little harder than he meant to. The strangled noise that it draws from you is delicious and your hips jerk forward, creating friction that has him groaning. His mind is empty, save for the thought of you, how desperate he is for you.

Fingers slip under this hoodie to fidget with the waistband of his pants, every touch against bare skin has him inhaling sharply, his eyes dark and pupils blown out, staring at you in a way that has heat coursing through your whole body. He’s become bold enough to rest his palms over your ass, slipping them into your back pockets and squeezing. Your hands go a little lower and he bites back a curse, resting his forehead on your shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. Any sense of composure is tossed aside, neither of you bothering to see where it’s gone.

It’s all shaky breathing, gasps swallowed up by lips on lips, fabric rustling and the desperate repetition of each other’s name like a plea to the universe to mould your bodies together so that you’d never be apart from each other.

Jeonghyeon’s basking in the afterglow, both of you struggling to catch your breaths. He’s as boneless as you are, languidly draping yourself on top of him, sprawling almost, limbs loose and liquid-like. You giggle and that’s when he notices the drama still playing in the background.

Hands reach for his own, and he swears he can see the stars in your eyes. You’re absolutely going to be the end of him. His heart and his mind and his body and his soul, dangling into the precipice that is you. It’s absolutely idiotic, letting himself drop in so deep, not caring about when he’ll have to hit the ground, running.

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And yet, he’s the one who’s ridiculous enough to fall for you, over and over and over again.

[natashasnoodle]

Hey! How are you doing? And i hope you’re enjoying your Halloween!

Idk if you’re taking requests but if u can, can u do a sweet comfort fluffy fic with nat x f!reader plz?

Where reader never really knew what it felt like to be in love with anyone let alone be loved and wanted especially with physical touches like hugs and kisses from a partner since reader was never given any growing up? Bonus points if you add in either reader’s unsent love letters to nat or nat’s mr.pig stuffie lol(you can pick either one for bonus points or not it’s up to you)

5am | Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Masterlist | N.R Masterlist

Words: 1.4k

Hey hun! I'm doing good thank you, hope you are doing well yourself :) Let's just pretend this didn't take me from October to get round to writing I am so sorry 😭

Triggers: insomnia

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Sitting on a stool at the kitchen island in the compound, you sighed, fingertips circling the rim of your cup of coffee that had long gone cold. 

4am in the compound was a lonely place. Lonelier than normal. Though the feeling of isolation and solitude had become a somewhat comfort to you. Growing up in an emotionally stunted and unavailable household meant you struggled with many social interactions that seemingly came easy to your peers. 

The empty kitchen provided you with a feeling of calm in an otherwise chaotic life that you lead. Insomnia commonly kept you awake, and so you often found yourself thinking the night away at the kitchen counter. 

With shadows stretching and dancing around the walls in synchrony, the harsh light from the moon pouring in through gaps in the closed blinds, and the whistling of the wind through the many vents that kept the giant compound well-ventilated, the kitchen at such an early hour would seem like a nightmare to some. 

Not to you.

At first, you had found it unsettling, to say the least, but over the many months that you had resorted to using the room as a hideout, it had become a place of serenity by association. 

When kept up at night, you liked to just sit and think, and over time the various stimulants in the room meant that you were able to do your greatest thinking whilst in their presence. Psychology is a funny thing.

Your thoughts were mostly plagued by your shortcomings in life. How even though you had now been in a relationship with Natasha for four months, four great months, you still felt as though you were letting her down.

Physical affection is something that you had always craved, but your upbringing didn’t allow you to learn the cues that you thought you needed. As a touch-starved person, having no clue when to initiate a hug, or know when the person wants to hold hands was hard, never mind the more intimate touches that usually came with a relationship. 

Natasha was your ultimate comfort in life, and yet she was also your greatest fear. 

She was always incredibly patient with you. But you still felt like you were letting her down.

Letting Natasha down was something that you never wanted to do.

Ever.

A sigh escaped your parted lips as you let your eyes flutter shut, your body shutting down from exhaustion, but your mind still as wide awake as ever. Then a particularly strong gust of wind from the outside world travelled through the metal labyrinth above your head, pulling you out of your thoughts.

A reminder that it was now 5am and you still hadn’t slept. 

Your head fell into your hands as you pushed the undrunk coffee away. You just wanted to sleep.

“Y/n?”, a familiar voice along with the blaring overhead light being turned on made you jump out of your skin. Swiftly, you turned in your chair to face your girlfriend, who was standing with her hand still on the light switch, sporting gym attire. 

Her day was starting and yours had not yet ended. 

“Hey, Nat”, your weary voice painted a frown on her face, and immediately your chest constricted, you didn’t want her to be worried about you. 

You didn’t want her to view you as high maintenance. 

“Sweetheart, I thought you said your sleep had been getting better”, she pouted slightly whilst making her way over to you and taking a seat on the stool next to yours, scrunching her nose at the sight of the coffee. “Caffeine certainly isn’t going to help”, her tone was a bit harsh, but she meant well when she moved the cup further out of your grasp.

Wincing you looked up at her, her eyes softening immediately. “I never drink it, I just like the smell”, you gave her a half smile, one that she tried to return but it just ended up being a sad smile instead. “And I wasn’t lying, it had been a bit better than normal, just having a bit of a rough patch with it over the last few days”, you shrugged. 

You struggled to decipher Nat’s expression. The way that she was looking at you was new. It wasn’t pity like you had been expecting. She looked rather helpless, the way her eyes were trained on your facial features, tracking every movement, every muscle twitch, her tense posture showing just how out of her depth she was. 

For the first time ever, you had seen Natasha Romanoff looking helpless. 

Swallowing thickly, you looked down again and picked at the already damaged skin around your cuticles. “Hey, don’t”, Nat whispered as she placed her hands atop yours, your breath hitching at the contact. 

Your gaze met Natasha’s, whose eyes were sparkling with adoration, and a whole lot of worry mixed in there. “What can I do to help you?”.

Holding back tears at how gentle she was being with you, you shook your head, “I don’t want to bother you, hun, you’re in your gym clothes so you have training, right?”.

Nat shook her head with a small smile, “You are my top priority, so, what can I do to help you right now?”. 

Exhaling shakily, you spoke with your voice small, scared to request it. “Can I just have a hug?”. The crack in your voice made Nat’s heart shatter as she nodded frantically, and scooped you up into her arms, your body shaking as cries escaped you. 

“Shh, shh it’s okay. I know, it sucks. But I’ll always be here to give you a hug, okay? Always, I promise”. 

You nodded against her shoulder as your grip on each other tightened. “I just want to sleep”, you cried, Nat’s heart once again breaking. If she could take it all away for you she would in an instant. 

“Let’s get you to bed, yeah? We can go to my room, and I can stay with you until you sleep”.

Looking up at your girlfriend you shook your head, “You just woke up though”.

“I know”, she gave you a dopey grin, “But like I said, you’re my top priority, plus it gives me an excuse to get some cuddles in”. 

Guilt coursed through you, you hadn’t been enough for her.

“I’m sorry that I never initiate anything like that, it’s… it’s not that I don’t want to I just struggle I don’t know why”.

Nat’s face dropped, “No, I get it it’s okay, I’m more than happy to initiate for the both of us if that’s what you need”. When your face still looked wary, she placed a kiss on the tip of your nose, a smile easily breaking out on your face. “I love you”.

“I love you too”, you replied before you let out a huge yawn. 

“Yup, bedtime”, Nat concluded and looped her arms under your thighs to pick you up. In your sleep-deprived state, you didn’t comprehend what was going on, at all, so you looked around in confusion at the sudden height change as Nat started walking before it finally clicked in your head. 

Now feeling safe, you nuzzled your face into the crook of Nat’s neck, her heart melting into a puddle. 

It didn’t take long to reach Nat’s room, who gently placed you down under the covers of her bed before placing a kiss on your temple and moving away. She chuckled at the involuntary whine that you let out as you reached your arms out to her. “I’ll be two seconds I’m just putting a looser shirt on”, she explained.

You let out a hum of understanding as your eyes drifted closed, being with the person who made you feel safe was allowing your brain to relax more than it had in a while. 

When the bed dipped next to you, your eyes fluttered open as you felt yourself being manoeuvred into Nat’s hold, her grip loose but firm enough for your sleepy figure to feel anchored. It was nice.

Her hand gently rubbed up and down on your back as you again moved your face into the crook of her neck, her chin resting on the top of your head. “Sleep, sweetheart, I’ll be here when you wake up”, she promised.

The tiniest of smiles rested on your face as you soaked up all of the affection, allowing your eyes to close again, safe in the arms of your favourite person.

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[caffeine-high]

Carente, Estrangeiro and Parasita da Culpa for the ask game 👀👀

Carente- Which is your favourite relationship (platonic OR romantic) and why?

oh gods.. os cinco (unhealthily co-dependent qpr). just, them<<33 they're so stupid, i love them!! they're my favourite!!

I love liz & thiago (platonic). they mean so much to each other, they are each other's anchors and also each other's gust of wind. thiago very specifically is liz' moral compass, but both are worse off without the other. these two need to be together or at least in close enough proximity that they can see each other otherwise they just loose all control and braincells (primary example osnf ep 7, but so many more), tho having them together does not necessarily mean they will be smart, just mildly less stupid

Estrangeiro- Favourite mistranslation?

:o there are soo many! gonna give you a collection, and also give some when answering tim cz i love all of them equally and cant chose

luciano's magic penis

the two states of being

the Sin Box™

classy capitalisation there

Parasita da Culpa- Which moment or concept would you change if you could, and how?

well i have quite some feelings regarding player agency in desconjuração but that’s not as fun.. I would have loved it if Equipe E could all still transform into their Luzidios form, regardless of whether they will end up going with death as their affinity or not

I think i may want to change how sanity works in the rpg, like i dont have that much experience with it in play ofc, but it seems weird to me how you gain sanity the more NEX you get? to me something like call of cthulhu's sanity score would make more sense, and then maybe add a bonus to the rolls when you gain NEX? idk tho

[ivyginkgo]

Coconut Island Date (CN Server)

🍁I’ve already post the phone call and this is the date, hope you loves it~🍁

*Part 1*

As soon as I got out the taxi, the rushing sea breeze greet me with a moist breath. 

I involuntary stop and take a deep breath.

Gavin : What are you doing?

Gavin's voice pierce into ears, he look at me with a bit of doubt, a gust of sea breeze blew through his forehead, looking a little messy. 

I stood up on tiptoe to help him smooth out his unruly hair and explained with a smile.

Y/N : I am feeling the breath of this island! 

Y/N : I've heard a saying before... 

Y/N : When you first step into a city and take your first breath of air, that's the impression leaves on you.

Gavin was thoughtful, glanced at the city that was unfolding in front of us, and turned to ask me.

Gavin : So do you feel the smell of the city now? What is it like?

I drag Gavin to the street full of coconut trees in front of me.

Y/N : It's the smell of coconut and sea breeze! 

Y/N : How about you? What do you feel?

When Gavin heard my words, he close his eyes and take a deep breath, and when he open his eyes to look at me again, his eyes were clear.

Gavin : It is a kind of... It makes people feel very relax.

He think about it and add another sentence.

Gavin : I think about to do nothing with you, just lie in the sun like this.

My heart slightly move, and couldn't help but twitch my eyes.

Y/N : Coincidentally, I thought so too.

We walk through the street while on our conversation, I notice that there were many small pink electric motorcycles neatly placed on the corner of the street.

Next to the small electric motorcycle is a stall with a label that says : Self-service motorcycle rental.

Y/N : Gavin, look at there! I didn't expect it, even the small electric motorcycles can be rented out by themselves!

A couple just stopped in front of the self-service stall to do some research and scan a small electric motorcycle.

They drove past us talking and laughing, and their words were scattered in the wind and blown to my ears.

Girl : It's so happy to ride a small electric motorcycle around the island hahaha!

Boy : There's something more happier, baby! I'll take you to the sea now...

The girl's words made me feel a little bit moved, but then I thought that our trip was not purely for vacation, there was one more thing to do first.

Seeing their figures riding away, I hesitated for a moment, I want to turn around and ask Gavin's thoughts. 

But when I turned my head, Gavin had already rent the electric motorcycle neatly.

Y/N : ?

He even put on a pink helmet, and ride the bike slowly and stop, turning his head to look at me.

Gavin : Why a silly expression? Get in the bike.

Gavin : Oh yeah, do you know where is Teacher Gong's current address? *Idk what he means with said 傻傻 (so i translate it to its meaning, silly) *

Seeing his bright eyes and the pink helmet pressing down on his hair reflect arbitrary colors in the sunlight, I couldn't help laughing. 

I got into the motorcyle and hug his waist tightly.

Y/N : Of course, follow my instructions, Sir Gavin.

*Part 2*

Not long ago, I heard that Teacher Gong came to this island for a half-year teaching exchange. 

I saw the photo he posted in the circle of friends, it was a sunset by the sea, with the caption "the most beautiful sunset". 

It just so happened that Gavin and I were planning a short trip. When looking at Teacher Gong's circle of friends, he thought for a moment, and a decision was made.

Gavin : Why don't we set our travel destination here? 

Gavin : You look like that you like the scenery in this photo too. 

Gavin : Let's go see it together, and visit the teacher after a long absence.

MC : Okay!

After get off from the pink electric motorcycle, I quickly found a light green building according to the address given by Teacher Gong. 

After I decided to come to the island, I called Teacher Gong and made an appointment to visit. 

Standing at the door, I ring the doorbell. 

The door open quickly, revealing Teacher Gong's familiar face. Gavin and I were both stun when we see his appearance. 

Teacher Gong wears a shirt with a coconut tree pattern, hot pants, and even light-colored sunglasses. Compare with the serious image before, he seems to be twenty years younger now.

Teacher Gong : Coming? Come in. Come in. Come in.

He warmly greet us to enter the door, and after entering the door, Gavin put the special products of Lian Yu City on the table. 

Teacher Gong bring Qing Bu Liang from the kitchen and see us bring the specialty, smile and shake his head. (note : Ching bo leung (清补凉/Qing Bu Liang) is a sweet, cold soup of Chinese origin and commonly served in Cantonese cuisine, Hainanese cuisine and Guangxi cuisine)

Teacher Gong : You are here to vacation, why did you bring me specialties.

Teacher Gong : Then my host has only homemade Qing Bu Liang to entertain you. 

Teacher Gong : Try it, this is what my local neighbor taught me. 

Teacher Gong : It doesn't taste the same as those tourist attractions.

I still amaze at the change in Teacher Gong's style, but Gavin quickly adapt to it, take two spoon Qing Bu Liang, and nod.

Gavin : Well, it does taste good. 

Gavin : But I didn't expect you to come here to learn and communicate, the changes will be so great.

Teacher Gong laugh, and pat Gavin's shoulder.

Teacher Gong : You and Y/N have not change very much. It seems that both of you very busy working in Lian Yu City.

I scratch my head embarrassedly, and Gavin nod to admit it.

Gavin : Yes, there have been a lot of things going on recently, and we also had a hard time getting together for a vacation.

Teacher Gong : I still need to relax more. I came to study and communicate this time, and I followed the daily routine of the local people.

Teacher Gong : You can also feel the sea breeze when commuting to get off work, not to mention how comfortable it is. 

Teacher Gong : I feel that my mentality has become a lot younger, and I want to come here to settle down after retirement.

Y/N : Then maybe wait until the next time we come to see you, you will be more younger again.

I put down the spoon and laugh jokingly.

Teacher Gong : You can also come and live here in the future. You won't be bored here.

Teacher Gong said, and sigh

Teacher Gong : In this era, being able to live slowly has become a luxury and pleasure.

When I heard this, I tilted my head, smile and look at Gavin, then bump into his arm.

Y/N : I can. 

Y/N : But... Is Officer Gavin willing to come and settle on the island with me?

Gavin answered without hesitation.

Gavin : As long as it is with you, it's okay to go anywhere.

Teacher Gong : Gosh.. I'm still at here, how can you guys become lovey dovey in front of your teacher *He use 撒狗粮 idiom that means (lovers) that show their romance in the presence of singles*

I was a little embarrassed by the teasing of Teacher Gong, and my face was red.

Y/N : *cough*, by the way, we have something else to ask you here. 

Y/N : Where was the "most beautiful sunset photo" you posted on your Moments? 

Y/N : I checked the travel guide before I came, but couldn't find the exact same angle.

Teacher Gong : Ah about that, it was filmed in a restaurant in Lu Hui Tou (鹿回头). But it's not that the angle is good, it's just good luck at the time. 

Teacher Gong : Just captured such a beautiful sunset.

I nod and write down the address Teacher Gong said in the memo. 

After a few more chats, Teacher Gong said that he would go to school later. After the meeting, we said goodbye to him.

When walking out of the small building, Gavin glance at the sky and turn to ask me

Gavin : Now that you have the address, do you want to go to that restaurant now?

*Part 3*

It was still a little hot when we came, but it was much cooler at four or five in the afternoon. 

The palm tree leaves on both sides of the road were rustle by the wind, and the foggy blue sky envelope the whole person. 

Gavin bow his head and carefully strap on my helmet, slender fingers stroking my cheek lightly. 

I look up at him slightly, thinking about what Teacher Gong had just said, and asked.

Y/N: Gavin, what do you think it will be like when we all retire in fifty years?

Gavin : How did you come to think so far?

As he asked, he turned his eyes to me, blinking lightly.

Y/N: I couldn't help but think about it because I saw that Teacher Gong was already planning to retire. 

Y/N : I'm thinking, will we find a way to be young again like Teacher Gong?

Gavin : Yes. Even if we all retire and become old grandparents, I will ride Sparky and take you for a ride. 

Gavin : Just like now. 

Gavin answered neatly, as if not bother at all, I nod approvingly, suddenly think of something, and sigh sadly.

Y/N : But at that time, given our physical condition, it should be easy to catch a cold when the cold wind blows. After returning home, we would definitely drink medicine with a bitter face.

I hug his lean waist and sigh softly. 

Gavin think for a moment, then cup my face, look me in the eyes and answered seriously.

Gavin : I'll keep exercising every day, and my physical fitness should be ok in 50 years. 

Gavin : If you're worry about getting a cold, I'll let the wind down a bit. 

Gavin : Don't worry, as the Officer Gavin of Y/N, I will definitely protect your right to "laugh freely".

Gavin : Anytime.

I was amuse by his answer and couldn't help nodding solemnly.

Y/N: Hmm! Officer Gavin is right.

Gavin stare at me and suddenly pick me up and put me in the back seat of the motorcycle.

Y/N: Huh?

As I look around, I see Gavin's wanton bright eyes, and a tone with a slight desire to win.

Gavin : So with me here, I have to have a good time today.

I couldn't help laughing and hug his waist in the cool wind. 

No matter when, this person in front of me is always trying to make me happy.

When we arrive at Lu Hui Tou, we quickly found the restaurant recommend by Teacher Gong. 

The smell of steaming grilled meat was rushing towards me along with the humid evening wind, and the tempting aroma made me hungry. 

Sadly, the restaurant appeared to be full. 

Growl~... 

Maybe the barbecue was too tempting, and my stomach groaned in response. I was a little embarrassed when I suddenly heard another "Growl~..." next to me. 

I was stunned for a second, then couldn't help but burst into laughter. Turning to look at Gavin, he looked at me calmly and innocently.

Gavin: From landing to now, I only ate a bowl of Qing Bu Liang at Teacher Gong's house to refresh and nourish. 

It's time to be hungry.

But the restaurant in front of you looks like there will be no vacancies for a while. 

Just when I was thinking about coming back tomorrow and finding another place to eat, Gavin suddenly took my hand and walked in the opposite direction.

Y/N: Huh? Where are you going?

Gavin didn't speak, just lead me forward mysteriously. 

As we got closer, through a large coconut grove, I could vaguely hear the roar of the crowd in the distance. 

Pushing aside the last leaf in front of my eyes, my vision suddenly became clear, and I immediately see a large stretch of sandy beach unfolding in front of me. 

The heat of the bonfire hit me with the laughter of the crowd, and there seem to be plenty of vacancies around. 

There are many stalls selling things scatter on the beach, and the clamor is one after another. 

Gavin turn his head to look at me, and behind him a large fiery cloud show a bright red color, which made his eyebrows fly and his eyes clear.

Gavin: I stumble upon this place when I was just going up the mountain. 

Gavin : At that time, I thought, if it is too late to go to Lu Hui Tou, I will bring you here. 

Gavin : Maybe you will see a more beautiful sunset color than Teacher Gong's photo.

Gavin :  Y/N, this is the Plan B I have prepared for you.

*Part 4*

We sit down by a campfire and order the specialty seafood grill and mulled wine. 

The sky was getting darker, and Lu Feng felt a little chilly. Some locals sang old and light-hearted songs in the Li language. 

Along with the singing, people stand up and dance around the bonfire. 

I was also blown away by the vibe, clapping hands with Gavin and humming. 

The dancers are all dressed in local clothes, and the brightly colored stripes look like blooming flowers in the twilight. 

I look around, and sure enough, I saw someone standing next to me selling beach-inspired clothes and accessories. 

With a move in my heart, I take Gavin and walk briskly to the booth.

Y/N: Let's take a look too!

Standing in front of the booth, I saw a shirt with a wide neckline and no buttons at a glance. I felt a little bad in my heart, and I picked it up with a smile.

Y/N : Gavin, do you want to try this one?

Gavin's eyes fell on the collar of his shirt, he frowned in disgust, and was about to speak when the stall owner spoke first.

Stall owner: The beauty of the eyes is so good! 

Stall owner: This handsome guy is handsome and has a good figure, so it is suitable to wear this kind of clothes to show such a perfect figure!

Stall owner: The handsome guy must be the most handsome guy on this beach! 

Y/N : Yes yes yes! I agree!

I nod in agreement, and Gavin glance at me to see my smiling eyes. 

And then... he simply replace it neatly. 

Looking at the beach trendy guy with beautiful abdominal muscles in front of me, I immediately gave a thumbs up and turn around excitedly to choose accessories for him. 

While I was happily browsing various colorful bracelets, I suddenly felt a chill in my neck.

Y/N: Huh?

I touch my neck suspiciously, and found that it was a string of colorful and very exaggerated colored stone necklaces. 

Gavin looked at it for a moment, and I saw that he had a wicked smile in his eyes, but he nodded indifferently.

Gavin: Well, you look good on it.

Stall owner: The handsome guy has good eyesight, and the beautiful woman also looks good. Wearing this kind of colored stone necklace is absolutely amazing!

Stall owner:  It’s so beautiful! It’s a match made in heaven with this handsome guy.

Y/N : ……

In the face of the enthusiastic praise of the stall owner, I had to swallow the words silently and wear it hard. 

When i was turned around, i saw that the corner of Gavin's mouth was slightly bent. 

After paying, Gavin and I went back to the campfire, and as soon as we sat down, I heard the guests screaming in small voices. 

I looked in the direction of their eyes and couldn't help but whispered "Wow".

Beneath the orange sky, in the distance a pale blue fluorescent light rose and fell with the tide, glistening on the sea. 

Layer after layer, like a mysterious ocean visitor.

Y/N : Gavin, look, it's so beautiful! 

Y/N : This is the legendary "blue tears"! 

Y/N : I heard that "blue tears" are the light emitted by sea fireflies being beaten by the waves, and they rarely appear. 

Y/N : It seems that our luck today is not bad. Although we missed the scenery of Lu Hui Tou, we got "blue tears".

Gavin was sitting by the bonfire, looking at me happy with his face up, suddenly reaching out and wrapping me in his arms.

Gavin: Did you know that if the wind is strong enough, these "blue tears" can float in the air?

I shake my head and see the little smugness in Gavin's eyes.

Gavin: Then you can see it now.                       

He raise his eyebrows slightly, and I turn my head to look at the sudden exclamations of tourists around me, and I was so amaze that I was speechless. 

At sunset, the sunset glow spreads over the entire sky, and the evening wind whips up the waves, making the blue sea fireflies sparkle in the air.

Gavin : This is my sunset for you. It belongs to us. 

Gavin : Do you think it looks good?

It was as if there was a swimming fish jumping out of the sea in my heart, and when I see the boundless blue for the first time, I was excited and shocked. 

I nod vigorously, nestle in his arms, and bent my eyes to see the beautiful sunset woven for me by the people around me.

Y/N : Of course it looks good, it's unique to me.

Suddenly a gust of sea breeze blew my hair and blocked my vision. 

I was about to find a hairpin to pin it, but suddenly Gavin picked up a frangipani flower on the beach beside me. 

He pick one and pin it to my ear to suppress the flying strands of hair for me. 

After doing all this, his eyes still stay on my face, I with a little shyly, and asked with a light cough.

Y/N: Gavin, what are you doing?

Gavin: I heard that frangipani is the most famous flower here, and it blooms from spring to winter. 

Gavin : I actually want to do this when I first got here.

Then Gavin, like what I taught him in the morning, gently smell the fresh seaside air, and his voice was a little lazy.

Gavin: I want to pin a frangipani for you, and I want to take you to sit on the beach and feel the evening breeze. 

Gavin : Experience all the most beautiful scenery on this small island and see it all.

I look up and saw the orange sunset in his eyes, I remembered what Teacher Gong said, and I thought with hindsight... 

Now I don't have to do anything, I'm already very happy. 

Even after a few decades, I will probably be able to recall this sweet feeling. 

With that in mind, I also reached out and made a wreath with frangipani.

Gavin kept staring at my movements, and when I made it up, I leaned over with a smile and put the wreath on his head. 

The pale yellow flowers bloomed sweetly and pressed against Gavin's light brown hair, looking warm and lovely.

Y/N : That's right, since I have to wear flowers, how can I wear them alone~ 

Y/N : We both wear frangipani, and when I recall it later, I will laugh and comment...

I lower my tone, imitating the voice of my grandmother.

Y/N : We are so stupid when we are young, but we are so cute.

Hearing what I said, Gavin hold my hand loosely and look at the sea level in the distance. 

The tide is still pounding the shoreline with perseverance, the night has risen, and everything looks hazy and dreamy.

Gavin: In my memory, the girl who made a wreath for me is the cutest. 

Gavin : And not just now, even fifty years from now, you'll be just as lovely. 

Gavin : Nothing will change.

Thank you for everyone that waiting for this translate, I'll do better next time, this is my first time for translating, so sorry for some words. 🙏🏻

[bilbao-song]

hi it's jeffrey anon returning from my hiatus once again (apologies for adding to your mountain of messages in advance adhdgf), i just wanted to ask if you heard about jeffrey getting inducted into the songwriters hall of fame yesterday?? im so proud of him and so happy he's getting more recognition for his work. it's always exciting hearing news about him bc of his habit of just dropping music and disappearing every few years lol

hello!!!!!! i’ve missed you 🦐

anyway YES i’m very happy for our mutual Boy. :’) very very well deserved and in general it’s just always a pleasure to see him(!!!), especially since it’s been 91 years (close approximation). i hope we will be seeing more of him soon!!! i’ve seen basically all the photos from the event but i haven’t had a chance to listen to the videos w audio yet lmao. soon tho because i desperately need that serotonin

on the other hand!!! not to turn this into a negative lmao but! holy shit some people have been so obnoxious about all of this!!!!!!! i’ve been spying on everyone via my fake facebook account (and general lurking elsewhere) and people are like……..overanalyzing his appearance to a truly bizarre extent lmao. like. he looks more or less the same as he has for like ten years and some of these ppl are freaking out as if they truly believe that something is wrong with him and idk i just find it a bit oddly condescending and presumptuous? like, a) i know a guy who’s like 92 and looks as if a strong gust of wind would end him who’s out living a very full and exciting life, so how about we stop trying to baselessly diagnose a reasonably healthy looking 75 yr old with random ailments based on a slightly subpar set of photos in which he’s just not smiling like a cartoon character. and b) don’t u think he’s like, an intelligent person who’s aware of what goes on within his own life. like fellas if he was doing that badly do u really think they would have hauled him to new york city just for like, torture purposes. he’s obviously perfectly cognizant so the wildly displaced concern some of these people are rambling about at length seems borderline insulting. idk

idk this feels like a mass hallucination or something. like, i have no secret special intel obviously but i DO spend a somewhat embarrassing amount of time looking at him and he looks and generally seems perfectly normal to me lmfao. OH WELL i’ll just add this shitshow to my long list of community grievances <3

[the-mighty-mittens]

You know what time it is

It's "Mittens is obsessed with a new thing so here's a ton of incorrect quotes" time

Omori edition

Aubrey: I've met a lot of pricks in my time, but you, Kel, are a fucking cactus.

Sunny: Wow, I feel happy and I’m having so much fun! 

Sunny: 

Sunny: *narrows eyes* Something’s wrong here.

Basil: Oh and for your information, I don't have an ego. 

Basil: My facebook photo is a landscape.

Basil, acting tough: You guys don't want to mess with me. 

Hero: Yeah, Basil will straight up cry in public. Don't try them. 

Basil: Exactly, I will straight up- 

Basil: 

Basil, tearing up: Hero, why would you say that?!

Kel on Monday: *glues a dime to the sidewalk* Heh heh heh. 

Kel on Wednesday: *walking down the street* Ooh hey! A dime!

Basil: Do you guys ever have a civilized conversation that doesn't require insulting each other every time you get a chance? 

Aubrey: No. 

Kel: No. 

Basil: Didn't think so.

Kel: Hey Sunny, do you have any hobbies? 

Sunny: Swimming.. 

Kel: Really? That’s cool. I never expected you to- 

Sunny: In a pool of self hatred and regret.

*Everyone is playing a board game together* 

Sunny: I will put 'A' down to make 'A'. 

Basil: I will add onto your 'A' to make 'AT'. 

Aubrey: I will add onto your 'AT' to make 'RAT'. 

Hero: I will add onto your 'RAT' to make 'BIOSTRATAGRAPHIC'. 

Aubrey: *flips the board*

Kel, to Hero: I mean, I get complimented all the time- 

Aubrey: *starts cackling* 

Kel: I do! 

Aubrey: *laughs harder*

Sunny: Can I get a waffle? 

Kel and Aubrey: *fighting and yelling at each other* 

Sunny: Can I p l e a s e get a waffle?

Sunny: What can therapy do for me that screaming in my car for 30 minutes can’t?

Kel: Can you be quiet?! I'm trying to think. 

Aubrey: Don't worry. Doing anything for the first time is difficult.

Sunny: Sorry I can’t be emotionally vulnerable with you it’d ruin the mystery.

Kel: I'm not that stupid! 

Hero: Kel, you literally ate the wax from a babybel. 

Kel: SUNNY TOLD ME IT WAS EDIBLE!

Sunny: If a demon possessed me, I’d just be like, “Okay, take it from here, good luck man.”

Sunny: You know I think my life has value. 

Hero: Who are you and what have you done with Sunny?!

Aubrey: Hey, are you okay? 

Basil: Yeah. 

Aubrey: You don't look okay... 

Basil: Then stop looking.

Kel: Fruits that do not live up to their names; passionfruit, grapefruit, honeydew and dragonfruit. 

Kel: Fruits that do live up to their names? 

Kel: Orange.

Basil: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life. 

Aubrey: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind? 

Basil: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die. 

Sunny: Edible.

Basil: I am Basil, I speak for the trees. Chop them down and I snap your knees.

(Idk if this one works I just wanted Kel to say viva la Pluto XD) 

Kel, to Aubrey: One universe, nine planets, seven seas, seven continents, and I had the unfortunate luck of meeting you. 

Basil: Hey, that’s not very nice- 

Aubrey: There are only eight planets, you uncultured swine! 

Kel: VIVA LA PLUTO, FUCK YOU!

Sunny: I feel like I can be myself around you. 

Kel: You’re weird and quiet around me. 

Sunny: Yes.

Basil: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait. 

Sunny: You and me! 

Basil: *tearing up* Ok.

Basil: Please, Sunny, after everything we’ve been through together. You can’t do this. 

Basil: I’m sorry Sunny. 

Basil: I’m begging you. Don’t do it. 

Sunny: It has to be done. 

Basil: 

Sunny: 

Basil: 

Sunny: *Places +4* Uno.

Kel: I failed my safety training course today. 

Hero: Why, what happened? 

Kel: Well one of the questions was "In case of a fire, what steps would you take?" 

Hero: And? 

Kel: Well apparently "FUCKING LARGE ONES" isn't an acceptable answer.

Hero: Kel is restricted to decaf for the rest of this adventure.

Kel: My knee just cracked so loudly that I half expect it to glow in the dark tonight.

[astrojoy]

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👁👁 HECK YES !

ur an amazing person so I want to add you to this bloggers list even though you sent it to me

👈😏👈 💖💖💖💖 thank you for being my friend!! You are really determined when you set your mind to something (like the car) and never lose hope! Plus I love that you are so generous 🥺 it's hard to find such a beautiful thing be common in this world nowadays 🫂

I have such a list but I an only pick 10 🥺

@coconuts-coco

@medusa12346

@angelxrue

@notanastrologer

@hillarysss

@neptuniant

@rattaemin

@the-cosmic-gentle-giant

@guxciestone

@venusfun

@virghogh

I wanted to add all of you because even if some of us don't interact as much I really appreciate your content, dedication and hardwork. Not only that but I love your blogs because of your big hearts and kindness you hold. You aren't rude. You aren't selfish. You aren't drama induced. You are sweet emotional people who are gentle to others! I also added you to the this list because I personally really enjoy chill people and I get those vibes from ya 😎 @rattaemin you are like a chaotic chill tho 🤣🤣

Some simple aesthetic I get from each of your blogs

@coconuts-coco - Wine sits beside you as you look out your window into the valley. The vast mountains, river, echos of flock. As you hold a bundle of sage you hear a woman's voice just a bit of ways outside your window. You open it and the fresh smell of baked goods fill the air. "S----- I brought some muffins from the local bakery! Care to take a picnic with me?"

@medusa12346 - In a golden palace near the bath as you do your skincare and brush your hair. A very lavish/Venusian/Peaceful vibe. You seem to carry the weight of others worries on your shoulders, yet the grace of a princess. As if the princess was training to be lady-like with a book weighted on her head. Except your weight is much more

@angelxrue - Going to the theater and realizing there are other cool things to do so you go to the mall for clothes shopping. Once you get there you realize it gets late. Almost everyone has left yet the mall hasn't closed yet. You're alone walking the vast halls and going now an escalator all alone

@notanastrologer - In a college library alone, flipping through all of your many textbooks as you look out the window towards the forest nearby. Should I stay or get some fresh air? Suddenly the sky starts thundering and the power in the college goes out. You are left with a candle. What choice do I have?

@hillarysss - Walking through a forest wearing your finest clothes and sitting with some fairies to have a chat. You remind them of the many stars up above and the life of peace and love. Their own little friend who acts more like an elf than the others that roam the forest (for some reason I think of Cleopatra when I see your name tho ngl and idk why 😃)

@neptuniant - Sitting by yourself in a cozy looking room. The sun seems to cover up with clouds as the sky mourns on its foggy day. The rain is a drizzle. You have nothing to do but many plans to set. The future is yours, grasp it don't fret!

@rattaemin - Making memes and giggling towards yourself. You need another thing to pass time, why not go to the arcade? Grab some food and a drink! (I got the quick flash/vision of a black dress, idk what that means but take it as you will/symbolism or not)

@the-cosmic-gentle-giant - leaves flow with the gust of wind. It seems to be spring again. Walking through the field of flowers, your heart takes you towards a tower. Deer, Fairies and a Unicorn are at peace in the field, they have nothing to fear, no need to yield

@guxciestone - R&B music plays in the distant background. Late 80's + early 90's seem to fill the air. Your mom cooks in the kitchen of the background as you sing quietly to yourself while writing down what you're going to do tomorrow. Indie clothes in the closet and main character magic at her desk (Replay + Butterfly by Zendaya came to mind and idk why. The vibe I think 😎)

@venusfun - You walk down a perfectly clean sidewalk. A greenhouse glows in the distance and birds fly to the exquisite birdbaths. You are now in the middle of a garden of statues. Next on the list is the Garden of Eden

@virghogh - An aesthetic room sits around you. Kpop albums neatly placed in order. A star gazing area at your window with a telescope is placed. However when you look through it you don't see stars, planets, asteroids.. You see yourself- Oh it's your reflection! You forgot to open the window silly!

[living-scrap]

I’m honestly so bewildered rn. Like wow. Like. I rarely see ANY blue exorcist fics let alone x male readers. I... could I plz request a Rin x male reader where we just hang out and goof around at his place during a sleepover? The night is peaceful and cold while we run around Rin’s huge almost desolate place throwing pillows at each other while Yukio is very tired of the ruckus we’re making lmao. Maybe you could add in some other characters like Shiemi just to make this a lil more wholesome maybe?? Idk, this isn’t very romantic for a x reader(there’s definitely some cute lovey chemistry in the air tho),and I’m kinda fine with that cuz I just want to hang out and live my life with this guy,like I love him.deadass.

Young,dumb and in love.

Shivering as you clutched your pillow. The walk to the boy’s dorm wasn’t far but it sure felt like it. Raising your hand to knock the door quickly opened revealing a confused yukio. ‘Hey yukio!’ You waved with a small smile,still slightly shivering. ‘YN? What are you doing here so late?!’ He yelled as he ushered you inside into the somewhat warmth.

‘Did rin not tell you? I’m sleeping over!’ You beamed at the boy who only shook his head in disappointment. You turned your head as you saw rin fumbling down the stairs,rushing down to greet you. ‘YN! You made it’ he smiled as he grabbed your shoulders. ‘YN also says he’s,sleeping over?’ Yukio cooed at rin in a sarcastic tone,clearly pissed that he wasn’t told about the sleepover. ‘Yeah,I forgot to tell you.’ Rin shrugged.

He quickly pulled you by your wrist upstairs,with a obviously tired yuki following. Stopping at his and yukio shared room he opened the door,proudly showing it off. ‘Welcome to our humble..Adobe?’ He sounded confused about his word choice but quickly shook it off. ‘So,where will I sleep? Where will shiemi sleep?’ You asked,as you looked around. Rin tilted his head as yukio’s jaw dropped. ‘Shiemi is coming?!’ They yelled at you in unison. Dropping your pillow in surprise you bent over to pick it back up before pointing to the blue haired boy.

‘He told me she was.’ You mumbled. Rin jumped when he realized yukio’s deathly glare. ‘Sh-she can sleep in a separate room?..’ Rin attempted to make things better,but only added fuel to the fire. Yukio huffed,calming himself down. ‘There’s four bunks for a reason. If she wants she can sleep on the top bed of mine.’ Rin and you quickly nodded,agreeing with the younger brother.

‘YN,let’s go to the roof. Right about now it should look really pretty outside!’ He grabbed your wrist,and looked up at you. Your heartbeat felt like it got faster as your face became slightly warm. Dismissing the feeling you nodded. ‘Yeah!’ Rin grinned as he began to drag you out of the room and up the stairs. You could swear,the whole time he practically dragged you upstairs was similar to heaven. How he kept looking back and smiling at you was the best part.

As soon as he opened the door you were both hit with a gust of wind,causing a giggle to slip out of your mouth. Rin felt his face slightly heat up but also,dismissed the feeling. ‘Woah..look at that!’ Rin pointed at the sunset,how the color of the lights matched. The Shadows were shorter now,making everything seem bigger. ‘It’s beautifully’ mumbling as you walked closer to the edge,enjoying the view. It all went away as soon as you were hit by another cold wind,making you shiver.

Rin took notice of your shivering. He was thinking he could do something nice and you appreciate it,or he could do something nice and you’d hate it. He sighed,pushing the bad thoughts to the side. Taking off his jacket he placed it on your shoulders,covering your arms. He could practically feel the tension in the air,he thinks he either fucked up your friendship or possibly caused the start of something new. Looking to the floor as your face flushed. ‘Thank you,Rin.’ He only grinned as he pat your shoulder. ‘Your welcome.’

Both of you jumped,startled by the sound of the door slamming open. ‘Rin,shiemi is here!’ Yukio yelled. ‘K!’ Rin yelled back as he turned. He took your hand this time,instead of your wrist and began to walk to the door back inside. You smiled as you saw shiemi,twisting her foot and waiting. ‘Shiemi!’ You yelled as you ran with open arms,she jumped when she heard you yelling her name but quickly opened her arms when she saw it was you.

She quickly engulfed you in a hug before pulling away and waving at Rin with a smile. Yukio clapped once ‘alright,I’m going to sleep.’ He turned and walked back to his dorm with all three following behind. Rin quickly grabbed your hand once again,hoping nobody would see.

‘Shiemi I love your pants- they look so comfortable where did you get them?’ You asked. They looked fuzzy and very baggy,which was the most comfortable thing you could possibly sleep in. She smiled sweetly before answering: ‘from this little shop not far from here,I think it’s called city market?’ You beamed ‘thank you! Me and Rin have to check it out sometime’ you tugged on rins hand,pulling his attention to you. ‘Right,Rin?’ He only nodded,completely confused on what was going on.

Sitting on the bed thinking for something to do. ‘What are we going to do now?’ You cooed as you laid back. Before you knew it you were hit with a pillow. Quickly jolting up you saw Rin snickering,without second thought you hit him with one back. Suddenly you were being attacked from your side,looking over you saw shiemi giggling as she hit you with her own pillow. Hitting her back she only laughed louder. The sounds of clashing pillows and laughter filled the room but it all game to a sudden stop when yukio groaned.

‘It’s 11pm! Go to sleep!’ Yukio yelled,but was quickly shut up as shiemi hit him with a pillow. She stood with proudly as she grinned. ‘So that’s how it is huh?’ Yukio playfully sneered as he put on his glasses. He quickly grabbed a pillow and hit shiemi back before hitting Rin as well. His eyes landed on you causing a panicked yell to escape your throat as you attempted to run. But you were Quickly hit by his pillow.

Rin easily got revenge for you as he smacked his brother with a pillow. Laughs and giggles continued to fill the room as everyone attacked Yukio. It somehow ended up with you still standing as everyone laid tiredly on the floor or their beds for the night. Beaming pridefully you puffed out your chest: ‘I’m the king of the pillows!’ Everyone bursted into laughter. You only pouted in response.

Everyone was tired,Yukio had fallen asleep on his bed while shiemi was wrapped up in her blanket on hers. but you and Rin hadn’t reached your limit,so you settled on watching a movie on your phone.

Both of you were huddled in a singular cover and eating some popcorn ukobach had made for you both. Leaning your head until in hit rins shoulder,you felt him tense but after a minute he had calmed down,rather enjoying the act. Over time he’d gotten sleepy as decided to lean his head on top of yours. Both of you just huddling in the warmth of the cover and one another.

What a great sleepover.

[acciofanfics]

Spell It Out (Oliver Wood x Reader)

Request: could you do an oliver wood x female reader where they’re like friends and she’s really little (like thin and short and she’s insecure abt it by the thinks it’s cute) so he’s like kinda protective over her but she’s oblivious and idk maybe like he gets jealous or something (?) idk u can make the plot but they get together in the end and maybe it’s a lil steamy (?) thanks sm!!! i love ur writing 🥺

Pairing: Oliver Wood x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Heavily implied smut and maybe language? I’ll say language to be safe.

Word Count: 1652

A/N: I hope this is what you wanted! I really struggled with thinking I wrote Oliver too OOC. That being said... I apologize if this is too OOC >.< As always here’s a reminder that requests are still open! - S 

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Oliver Wood took quidditch quite serious, and would never fault anyone else for doing so. His chest swelled with pride when he found his team already on the pitch practicing, before their scheduled time. Maybe it was that they’d be playing Slytherin next week that had them finally taking the game as seriously as he did (they were Gryffindor’s biggest rival). His chest deflated when he saw (Y/N) playing keeper. How could they let her play?!

It wasn’t that he didn’t like (Y/N), they were good friends. Fred and George often said it was quite obvious he fancied her. Maybe, that’s why he had such a problem with it, quidditch could be a dangerous game! Of course it wasn’t against the rules for students not on the quidditch team to play around on the pitch and fly, but it should’ve been... at least for her. His first game on the team he took a Bludger to the head 2 minutes in and was out for a week!

Oliver found himself just watching for a bit; annoyed but distracted, he was fond of her smile and the wind catching her hair. Well, he was fond of it until Fred was hovering beside her, both laughing as her smile grew. Oliver couldn’t hear what they were saying so he had to make it up in his head and he was irritated that Fred had the nerve to suggest such. Oliver was quite glad he heard George yell and break his trance, “MUM’S HERE NO MORE FUN AND GAMES!”

Oliver tried to seem normal, as they all settled down and got ready for practice. He brushed off a friendly greeting from (Y/N) and tried to ignore the thoughts of her all together while she put the broom away. It wasn’t going to be the easiest task, given the fact that she usually settled in the stands to watch them practice.

It was a brutal practice... he had the tendency to do that: take out his frustrations on the pitch. It was pretty obvious that he was having an off day, but the team knew it was best to just suffer through it and hope next practice he would be in a better mood. Poor Fred seemed to get the brunt of the abuse.

(Y/N) was a bit concerned. It’d been awhile since she’d seen Oliver work himself and them this hard and that was after a particularly hard run in with Marcus Flint. (Y/N) just worked on her potions homework and waited for practice to end. It ran longer than usual, and her worry only grew when she didn’t see Oliver exit the locker room with the rest of the guys. She waited a few minutes before deciding to just walk right in.

“Oliver, you still in here?”

Oliver’s eyes widened at her intrusion, he’d just gotten out of the showers and wore only a towel around his waist, “Bloody hell, (Y/N)! Just barge right on in, will ya?”

She rolled her eyes at his tone. “What’s wrong with you today?”

He thought about responding with a simple: nothing, but they knew each other too well for that. It wouldn’t work. “Why were you out there playing today?”

“Is that what you’re mad about? We were just messing around, practice hadn’t even started yet. It was just a warm up.”

“Yeah, but you shouldn’t have been warming up with them.” Oliver approached her and as he sized her up, he really didn’t feel like he was being silly. She stood a good head or two (maybe three) shorter than him, and all around the girl was just tiny. A good gust of wind could’ve knocked her right off that broom, “You could’ve gotten hurt.”

(Y/N) was used to this, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating. She wasn’t a child, even though everyone seemed to think she was. It was rather disheartening actually to be treated like this by him... she wondered if she was a bit taller and a little more filled out if this was the conversation they’d be having while he stood before her basically naked. “Oh, sorry. I thought something was actually wrong, I wouldn’t have bothered had I known you were just being a git. It’s not different than you playing! You could get hurt, in fact out of the 2 of us you’re the one with more quidditch related injuries.”

Oliver ignored her, they wouldn’t reach an agreement on the subject anyhow. He decided to go in on something else bothering him, “What are you doing here anyways? I figured you’d be back in the common room with Fred or whatever.”

Fred? He was two years younger than her (granted you definitely wouldn’t realize that by looking at them) and sure he flirted with her. It was Fred, he was flirty and goofy. It was the boy’s personality and had nothing to do with anything. “Honestly, Oliver you are too much sometimes! You’re going to act like I’m a child and then turn around and act jealous in the same breath?”

Did she really think he viewed her as a child? That wasn’t it at all. Maybe he needed to get over himself and finally come clean. “I don’t look at you like you’re a kid... and you call me thick.”

“Okay,” Sarcasm dripped from her tongue, “You act like I can’t do anything for myself, you’re mean to any guy that pays me any mind, you hardly let me carry my books for myself!”

“And there’s no other explanation for that?” Oliver’s eyes widened in disbelief when she didn’t speak up. He’d called her thick as a joke, but maybe... “Oi! Just make me spell it out, why don’t you? I fancy you, (Y/N)!”

Oliver Wood just confessed attraction to her. Was it some sort of joke? (Y/N) obviously had a crush on him, plenty of girls in their year did. She felt a little silly for being so oblivious, but most guys adopted her as a little sister of sorts. She’d had a few boyfriends here and there, but it wasn’t like they were lining up for her. And there she stood shocked and confused, “If this is a joke it’s not very funny.”

Oliver chuckled at the girl, she was still there so that must’ve been a good sign. “I’m not joking.”

“Why would fancy me? You guys said I looked like a first year yesterday.” She crossed her arms. Of course she wanted Oliver to like her, but something didn’t seem to add up.

“That one was a joke! And I didn’t say anything I just laughed,” He defended himself, but he supposed that didn’t make him sound much better. “I like your size... I think it’s cute.”

Honestly, (Y/N) had grown tired of being called ‘cute’, but she didn’t mind it that much when he said it. There was only one logical response to this in her mind (although there probably were a few more ways in all actuality). She grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to one of the benches where she promptly stood on top of one. Oliver smiled a bit, catching onto her plan, "You know you could've just asked me and I would-"

(Y/N) cut him off, he was being annoying anyhow. Her lips crashed against his and Oliver immediately a wave of relief crash over him. The doubt that had still lingered in his mind was long gone and all that he could focus on was what happening. He'd held the desire to kiss the girl in front of him for so long and now that he could feel her lips against his, he didn't want to feel anything else.

(Y/N) placed her hands on his chest, firm and still damp (up until that moment she'd somehow forgotten about the lack of clothing he was wearing). She knew this was highly inapproptiate and if McGonagall had any idea what her two students were currently up to she'd have their heads.... or at least a month of detention and quite a few house points. Call it teenage rebellion or maybe just lust, but it only fueled the desire to keep going. Oliver felt the same and pulled her flush against him, his hands felt so large against her clothed body that she shuddered to think what they might feel like against her skin.

For a first kiss, it was quite efficient, their mouths moved in tandom like they like dance partners that had been working together for years. Before she even really aware of what she was doing, (Y/N) found herself shedding her clothes (Oliver helping her out), it wasn't long at all before she'd practically caught up with the boy. She stood before him in nothing but her knickers, and perhaps she might've felt a little embarrassed baring herself in front of one of her closest friends, but Oliver didn't give her much of chance to even think those silly thoughts before his hands and lips were exploring her body.

How they’d gone all this time without each other seemed like a mystery that couldn’t be solved at the moment. Oliver lifted her up, a task easily accomplished given her stature and his training, and instinctively (Y/N) wrapped herself around searching for stability that she easily found. She arched herself into him involuntarily when her back hit the cold wall; the action earning a groan from Oliver.

Fred and George waited and watched from behind the stands. When (Y/N) and Oliver both exited the locker room hand in hand and foolish grins on their faces, their faces lit up. Oh the material they’d have to torment them! Honestly they hoped the couple wouldn’t even bother trying to deny it, they didn’t seem to bother trying to cover it up, or at least the twins assumed by the state of their hair. “Georgie, you owe me a galleon!”

[greatcheesiness]

Hope: MSBY

Synopsis: In which a shooting star decided to make their prayers come true…

Characters: Atsumu/Sakusa/Hinata/Bokuto/Child! Y/n (little cameo) They’re all the same age except Y/n.

Genre: Angst, hopeful, Sad, a bit haunting at the end idk how that happened, mysterious, fate

W.c: 2k9

Moral of the story: Don’t think like this kids. Life is very valuable tsk.

[a/n] pfft I’m back y’all. Y’all missed me? Lmao no one asked. I have arrived with another short piece to satisfy your masochistic selves. I had no Wi-Fi and I thought I wasn’t gonna live a normal life. I was also a lazy bean who promised to work out but ended up eating Danish bread. They’re really good ngl. I did not proofread this so I am sorry for the errors. Sleep deprived again. I didn’t proofread this, sorry.

edit: this is a repost. I don’t think this was sent properly.

Little sparks emerged from the blazing mixture of red and orange. The colour of fiery and passion. But in the middle, there was a vibrant colour of yellow. Even if a person is angry and the things they do will not go as passionate, there’s always a little bit of hope. That was what Sakusa interpreted as he observed the fire. The ashy smoke floated upward into the sky and turned invisible where they will not be seen again. That is what they want, right? Just to die out...

“I’m going to find some more wood,” Bokuto said out of the blue and stood up from the barky log he just sat on. Hinata got a fright that he almost fell off of his side of the log. Bokuto then ran towards the darkened woods. Hinata’s eyes widened. He scuttled backwards and jogged into the woods, just to make sure he doesn’t wander off. Just to make sure he’s safe.

“Kotaro, wait up!” he shouted and the woods mimicked his voice of worry. It was a cold night. A blanket of navy covered the sky with a sprinkle of shimmering stars.

“I hope they don’t get lost. I heard that this is the largest forest in our area or perhaps the whole country,” the blonde head muttered. His fingers fiddling on to silver key necklace dearest to his heart. It was a gift given by his grandma just the day before her decease. That day felt like the day he lost a true friend. Sakusa stared into the sky. To become one of those shiny sequences high up the vast navy.

Small, slender, slim sticks were thrown into the fire by Atsumu. His eyes granted no mercy as he stared at them burning in the little hell he created. Sakusa could see the reflection of the fire in his chocolate eyes. Knowing the reason, he sighed. It conveyed his feelings. His pent up fury.

The long silence was interrupted by a trivial question. “Have you ever thought of what you want to become as you grow older?” Atsumu wondered. He had never really heard or knew much about Sakusa despite having each other’s presence in existence for a while. He blinked, his long lashes brushed through the air. “I don’t know,” he simply replied. His voice so curt that Atsumu’s feelings were hurt. He clutched his heart with a pain expression to emphasise the dramatic. “Omi kun, y’know that’s not the answer I want,” he whined at him. There he goes again, Sakusa thought.  

Atsumu hummed as he looked at the fire “Y’know.., it has always been my dream to become an astronaut. What do ya think Omi kun?” Sakusa scrunched his face at the thought. “What should I think??” The only responsive thought he had for that confession was that it was unbelievable to be true. He thought he wanted to become a volleyball player and join the national team. Maybe get the hot girlfriend of his dreams while he’s at it. But an astronaut? Does he even have the grad-?

“Haha if only I had the grades. I can see it right through you Omi kun,” he smirked as he pointed the stick at him held by his fingers. “To bad I’m not a smartass like my twin brother. Such a nerd without glasses,” he murmured at the mentions of his twin.

“Achieving high grades doesn’t make you a stereotypical ne-“

“I said what I said, Omi kun. I said what I said”

Sakusa stayed quiet after that. He had nothing else to add after that mild conversation. His eyes lingered at the book lying on the grassy ground. Atsumu’s five year old diary. To this day, he still remembered the contents inked in those pages. Hinata and Bokuto saw them as well. He pitied Atsumu, but dared not to speak a word of it. In that diary, Atsumu undergone what you call affliction. Even now, it still disturbed them.

Beside them, they set up a telescope that they had recently bought. They got it after dodging that expensive price. Bokuto’s bargaining skills were useful. The trees waved side to side with the gusting wind. Sakusa’s dark curls wavered. They’ve always wanted to see the stars together. Earlier this day, they heard from the news that there was going to be a shooting star passing earth. It was very exciting as no one would ever expect to see something like this in their time of life.

There was a lot of things around their temporary property. Tents set up, sleeping bags, coats, stocks of food and drinks, you name it. They fully decided that they would never ever come back home. All of them hated where they came from. It just wasn’t for them.

At around five or six in the evening, the four of them were in school cleaning up toilets and classrooms. This was Sakusa’s nightmare. His duty was in the boys’ toilet. All the grime, stench, dirtiness tainted each cubicle he entered. He felt like regurgitating, but if he was going to faint, at least faint outside the bathroom. Nonetheless, he pushed through this hell and managed it somehow.

Suddenly, a burning smell wavered through the air and entered his nostrils, sending him to alarm. He rushed out of the boys’ bathrooms. His eye’s enlarged at the sight of flames eating the corridors. His mouth gaped as he stood petrified. What in the world?

Someone grabbed his wrist and pulled him away from danger. Sakusa turned around to see it was Bokuto. His heart was racing as he tried to process what the fuck just occurred. “Kotaro, what on earth is going on?!” He didn’t answer for a while until they’ve reached outside the burning school.

“It was Atsumu’s doing. He threw a cigarette in the bin and the bin caught on fire!” Bokuto used his arms to demonstrate the fire. Sakusa glared at Atsumu and grabbed him by the collar. “I know you hate this fucking place, but did you have to fucking burn down the school!?” Atsumu shoved him away from him. “So what if I fucking did?!” Sakusa’s eyes were filled with anger. Who goes to this extent from hatred? Especially from a teenager.

“You… YOU BASTARD!” he cursed at his selfishness. A punch swung onto Atsumu’s face and he fell to the ground in an instant. The blond head swiped the blood off his busted lips and gave him a deadly glare. Oh if looks could kill…He collided into Sakusa causing him to cough out his saliva. Therefore, a dog fight transpired between them. Sakusa had no care for the dirt sticking on to him as his only goal was to knock some god damn sense into Atsumu’s brain.

Hinata panicked and attempts to pull Atsumu away while Bokuto did the same for Sakusa. “Look we tried to extinguish it with a fire extinguisher! But it…it just wouldn’t work at all!” Hinata explained while he still held onto Atsumu. Sakusa’s brows furrowed. “Then what the fuck did you do then?” All three of them looked at each other. “We ditched it,” Bokuto shrugged his shoulders “It would go out”

Sakusa groaned in his clammy palms. Oh my fucking god…Since this happened, what’s gonna happen to them? Will they all get in to trouble? Obviously. Should they just mention that it was Atsumu’s fault and he shall bear the consequence? Or should all of them step out and stay along with the blond retard? Everyone remained quiet. Sirens were heard and police cars and fire brigade were approaching their way.

“Do you just want to go home and pack our stuffs secretly? We can buy that telescope we all wanted and watch the shooting star that’s coming tonight….”

And that’s how they ended up here, in the meadow deep into the woods where no one will find them. If they decided to give up on them, just like how the others would. Sakusa admitted that it was a beautiful scenery. Atsumu and he didn’t fight anymore. What’s done has been done. Everything happens for a reason.

Hinata and Bokuto arrived with more sticks cradled in their arms. They were dropped onto the beryl green grass. After that, Hinata plopped down and his chest heaving up and down “Oi no more. I’m tired from running around,” he waved his hand at him without looking at Bokuto. The owl-like man plastered a huge grin on his face “You lack strength, Chibi chan. C’mon toughen up those muscles,” Bokuto wacked his shoulders that sent Chibi forward. They laughed. Only the corner of Sakusa’s lips curved.

Boys in pain come together to diminish those pains.

A spark occurred in the middle of the dark sky. Hinata noticed this first and mirthfully swore “Guys I see it!” All of them ran to the telescope, even having little arguments of who should go first. It ended up being Atsumu. The rest of them quietened down and all they could do was admire. It was absolutely spectacular without a doubt. Not only was one shooting star but there a shower of them. A celebration perhaps?

“There’s so many of them! We should make a wish,” Hinata encouraged. All of them clasped their hands together with their eyes closed. Sakusa joined and he wished that he would have a happy life. That was all he wanted.  

“Atsumu…”

“……”

“Atsumu… is that other shooting star approaching us or am I losing my mind?” Hinata asked worriedly. His knees shook like jelly. “Atsumu...” His body quivered with uncontrollable nervousness. Atsumu didn’t say anything back but gulped. “Well aren’t you going to answer us?” Bokuto asked with a lump in his throat.

Sakusa gazed up, following the track of the star before it split into two after crashing a certain part of the atmosphere. He knew. Everyone knew, that it was bound to reach them any minute.

“Will be able to get out of here in time?” Bokuto asked fretfully, brushing his hands through his grey strands. It wouldn’t be called a shooting star anymore. It was meteorite. The little thing drew closer and closer each time they blinked.

They just knew they wouldn’t make it out in time…

Atsumu sighed. “I’m staying here. I have nothing in this world to live for,” he gazed up and muttered as salty essence well up his chocolate eyes. He said it quietly, yet it was enough to be understood. He walked around a log and sat down with his head hung low. It was getting closer. Hinata swiftly sat beside him with his arms wrapped around him. His eyes closed “I’m staying with you. Staying with you until the end. Who knows we might end up somewhere beautiful. A magical land called Us”

When he said those words, a tear rolled down from Sakusa’s glistening ebony orbs. All of them wanted that. For a long time. A magical land called Us. This world gave them so much pain to the point that they had to imagine a wonderful world.

Bokuto, who used to use happiness to shield his sadness, embraced the both of them. The three of them cuddled. Some sniffles and sobs were heard from their trembling lips. Sakusa patted the left side of his chest. He was breathing quite heavily. This was most emotion he had ever displayed.  All of them turned their heads to face him. Atsumu’s arm stretched out. He smiled wearily “Come with us”

A lot of thought rushed through his mind. His head went racing. Was this the right choice? Was this what he wanted? What he if he still want to liv-

Before he could move a muscle, a bright, yellowish light flared behind them. His eyes reflected the light. Everything happened so fast and after that, they…. vanished. Long forgotten in this world.

 -

 “A lot of things have happened during this week. Firstly, the “shooting star” also known as a meteorite, crashed in the meadow of (xxx) wood, the largest in this country. No one has expected this phenomenon to split into two and destroy so much nature. Even almost damaging some parts of nearby towns. Another talked about topic, is the burned down school at (xxx) province with four boys that attended that school, missing…”

 The little girl watched the enormous meteorite from afar. “Wah it’s huge,” she said as she dangled her tiny little legs. An ice cream was in her hands as she watched the workers inspecting the rock. Maybe they could extract minerals and become filthy rich. She took a lick of the ice cream. The wind was howling that evening. She enjoyed a vanilla ice cream during cold season.

“Y/n, come here!”

Her mother yelled. Y/n shouldn’t be out in the open. It was too dangerous, who knows what will happen. Y/n stood up from the edge of a cliff and admired the amber sky before realizing her ice cream dropped to the ground. Her mouth gaped in disbelief. She paid for that using her own money by collecting reusable garbage for hours. She exhaled and tossed the cone away.

“Y/n!”

“I’m coming mom. I’m coming,” she called back. She dusted her hands off her skirt and jogged on. There was a valley close by so she needed to be cautious otherwise she might roll off the cliff and that wouldn’t be good. However, as she took another step, her foot slipped and her face fell flat on the ground. Blood dripped down from her nostrils. “Great…”

Luckily for her, she had an extra packet of tissue deep in her pocket. She took a tissue out and wiped the blood off that dried. All of a sudden, from the corner of her eyes, she caught something shining in the grass. Curiosity aroused her and she moved closer to the object. Mother told her that she shouldn’t take or even touch something that’s not hers. It could bring bad luck.

Y/n didn’t remember her mother’s words when she picked it up. It was a silver necklace that took the shape of a key. “Wow…” she mumbled. It had a simple design to it, yet to her it was the most beautiful thing she had seen that day. The wind blew even harder as the wind whistled.

“Y/n! If you don’t come this instant, I will leave you here,” her mother called out for what seemed like the last time. Y/n shoved the object into her pocket and rushed to her parent. She shuddered. How cold was it? She wrapped her arms around her and rubbed for heat.

“Y/n, what happened to your nose?”

“I just fell”

“That’s karma for not listening to me for the first time. I just fell”

“MOM”

 -

 So this was what the afterlife looked like? It looked the same as their world, yet maybe more magical. In this world, there was only the four of them and no one else. It had everything they needed. It was tranquilized. The trees consisted of wisteria. All of their stuff that they had with them before their very last breaths was placed exactly the same way, same place. However, the boys weren’t there.

A burning door stood in the middle of the meadow. All of them watched it, sitting down with bittersweet smiles on their faces. Was it worth it after all? Atsumu was the first one to hop off his position and run out into the wild. His appearance changed. He took the form of a little boy and had a book about stars in his hands. Ten years of age. The last time he felt a sense of happiness before all crashed down. Hinata turned back to a fifteen year old and Bokuto, a twelve year old. It made Sakusa feel old. He remained the same after all their transformations. A seventeen year old.

The last time he felt happy was just a few months ago. Despite that, he never really intended to die. It was just a last minute wish he made that he regretted. He believed to have many things to do on his bucket list. It was too late somehow and he thought that this new life wasn’t bad after all. He could maybe tick them all of in this afterlife.

From the corner of his eye, he spotted a necklace. His brows furrowed at it and he leaned forward to capture it. Now it laid on his palm and began his inspection. It was an open door with no handle… He gulped. What was the meaning of this? If he was being honest, Atsumu didn’t have his grandma’s necklace with him. He started connecting the dots.

The fire stopped burning the door. He looked up and moved backwards. It was dark and the atmosphere couldn’t be anymore spookier. He whimpered and started to shake.

A little girl clad in a ripped strawberry dress. Her shoes dirtied. Her skin pale as snow. Her hair in a dishevelled state and her eyes were the worst. They were fully pitch black. And before Sakusa knew it, he ran as fast as he could and…

…never turned back.

The shooting star, after all, just granted their wishes. Without them knowing the consequences…

[sadlittlenerdking]

Oh, Brother

The Magicians

Summary: Todd is Eliot’s younger brother. 

Word count: idk im at work and i wrote this up on my lunch loll

He finds the letter when he wakes up. It’s lying on the pillow beside them, almost like an omen waiting to be noticed. He blinks at it from across his pillow for a long moment, before sitting up and sliding out from under the blanket. Taking a deep breath, he tosses his legs over the side of the bed and brings his palms to rub the sleep from his eyes. The letter practically calls to him, but he stands up and walks out of the room. He knows he won’t hear any voices when he walks down the hall. A letter on the pillow is always bad news. It means he’s alone again. He takes the hall to the stairs, and the stairs to the kitchen to fix himself a cup of coffee. The letter can wait. He sits at the bar in the kitchen. At least here when he looks out over the kitchen, clutching the coffee cup close to his chest, while he feet dangle over the side of the chair, he isn’t faced with an empty house. The steam floats up, fills his lungs with sweet, sugary warmth, and he lets his eyes fall closed. His jaw clenches unconsciously. They left him again.

He opens his eyes and sighs into the cup, before gently setting in on the counter. He knew he should have stayed and listened to their plan. What if something went wrong? What if—he shakes the thought from his head. Nothing happened. They all came back alive last time, they will this time. He’s just so sick of waking up and never knowing if his brother is alive. It was bad enough bad home. Somehow this is worse. More intense and all consuming than worrying that their father had smothered Eliot in his sleep. His lower lip trembles as he pulls his shirt sleeves down to cover his hands, and shoves off the chair. There’s a slight sting when he hops down onto the floor, but it fades as he walks back up to his room. Who was he kidding? He’s too curious. Too scared, to ignore the letter. That doesn’t stop him from lingering in the hallway, though. Just in front of his own door, that had shut behind him. He reaches out with a shaking hand and gently pushes it open. Stares at the letter from the doorway. It’s definitely Eliot’s script across the face of the folded paper. He’d written his name, as if anyone else would wonder into Todd’s room and read it. He swallows thickly, and pass across the room. He reaches out, hesitating for only a moment, before snatching the paper up from the bed and moving to sit on the edge to read it. “Todd, Quentin’s going to do something stupid. I can’t let him. You know I can’t. For the first time since we came here, I don’t think I can guarantee I’ll be able to protect you. I don’t know what’s going to happen. I don’t even know if it’ll work, but I have to try. I can’t leave him there. You don’t need to worry. Fogg’ll protect you. He has some plan he won’t tell me about. I don’t know. I don’t know if I’ll make it back this time. If I’m being honest, if I can’t get Quentin to come with me, I don’t know if I’ll want to. I know it’s not fair to you. I brought you into his. I thought I was protecting you. Thought I was doing the right thing. I’m not sure anymore. All I know is you’re my little brother, and keeping you out of this is the only way I can ensure—“ Todd stops reading, drops the letter between his legs, let’s it flutter to the ground. This isn’t one of the ‘I’ll see you later don’t fuck shit up’ letters. This is a goodbye letter. He glances down at it, where’s its lying between his socked feet. Eliot had signed it with, I love you. They’re not the type of brothers that even think about breaking the L word. They barely even hug.  Todd might throw up. Foggs name glares up at him, too. And Todd feels something in him snap, as he reaches down to violently snatch the letter back up. Fuck goodbye. He’s stood by and smiled every time Eliots said goodbye. Played along with all his plans. 

So what if Todd doesn’t have magic? So the fuck what. He’s been here just as long as Eliot. Seen all the crazy shit, and the magificent shit--all the kinds of shit, he’s seen it! He’s-- He’s not going to stand by and let Eliot—what, exactly? Is he going to get himself killed? This letter might be worse than the one that almost looked like a fucking suicide note when they first disappeared to Fillory. He doesn’t even bother getting dressed, storming through the cottage in his Hufflepuff pajama pants and flannel shirt. Takes the long way to Fogg’s office, cold morning dew seeping up into the fabric of his socks, and up the back of his pant legs. By the time he gets there, his feet squelch with every step. “We need to talk,” he demands, without preamble as he shoves past the door and into the office. But Fogg looks like he’s been expecting him, because he’s sitting at his desk with two cups of steaming cups of coffee—one pale with creamer and the sickly sweet scent of four spoonfuls of sugar, the other black. “Ten minutes early, Todd. I’m almost impressed.” He stops. “What—“ Fogg actually smiles at him, though it seems pained, as he motions at the chair. “Sit down.” “What’s going on?” Fogg let’s out one of his standard, long suffering sighs and nods to the desk again. “We’ve got a lot to discuss and not a lot of time to do it. Sit down.” “How did you—“ Suddenly, the smile stops, and Fogg does one of those hand dance things everyone does to get magic to work, and Todd’s zipping across the room and plopping down into the chair. He huffs, crossing his arms. “Rude.” Unsmiling, Fogg picks up his cup of coffee. “Don’t you want some coffee with that sugar?” Todd bites.  Fogg glares at him from over the rim of the cup. “Your brother’s in danger,” says, before taking a sip. Swallowing, he adds, as he sets the cup down, “And you’re the only one who can help him. So unless you want him and all his friends to die, you’ll sit there silently and listen to what I tell you.” Todd inhales quickly, nodding. So it was a goodbye letter, then. The rage seems to evaporate right then and there without any notice or warning. Sweeps out of him like a gust of wind. His chest feels cold and aching. 

This is it, then. 

This is the time Eliot doesn’t come back.  “What happened?” He asks, soft, slightly breathless.  Fogg rolls his eyes and glares down at the cup on the table. “He messed with forces he had no right to.” Swallowing, Todd looks down at his lap. That sounds like Eliot, alright. He wrings his hands. “And--how am I—“ “Magic is being tracked,” Fogg interrupts, and Todd looks back up, meeting Fogg’s steely gaze. “You’re not magic. You’re not being tracked.” Todd nods, once. Okay. But. “Is he okay?” “For now.”

For now means not for long. It means there’s no time. It means-- “Then we’d better get started.” Fuck Eliot’s goodbyes and secrets and games. Fuck his letters. Fuck standing on the sidelines while everyone he knows gets caught up in deadly disaster after deadly disaster. Eliots played hero (badly) for long enough. Todd gets to risk his life for his family, too. Eliot can be the one that wakes up to a letter full of bad news next time. And he will. Because magic or no magic, whatever mess his brothers gotten himself into, Todd’s going to save him. And then he’s gonna smile his trademark smile when he punches him in the face for being an idiot. (And then try not to burst into tears when he finally hugs him again.) 

[tenaciousarcadeexpert]

Just the Wind

Note: A special Halloween oneshot featuring the BAU babies. Enjoy 

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Special thanks to @princesswagger15​ for helping me with some of the dialogue.

   The team decided to set up camp inside an old, worn out mansion after a bet made between the team members on who can stay the whole night without leaving. Rossi decides to join in just in case the gang decided to fight each other again. Just then, Hotch and Matt head off to fetch some firewood while the others continue to set up some sleeping bags. Due to Garcia leaving the door open, a strong gust of wind swept inside the dreary living room.

“My god, it’s so windy outside.” JJ said.

“Tell me about it, was it always like this here?” Luke asked.  “Wellllllllllllllllllllllll.” Reid said.

“Don’ttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt.”   “Oh come on, just think about it. We’re inside a house where seven people were murdered and the killer was never found. Some say that killer just.........vanished.” “V-vanished?” Garcia whimpered.

“This isn’t funny Reid, just stop.” Derek begged. Still, Reid continued.

“Legends say that you could still hear the cries of the victims just before they die as the spirit of the killer continues to lurk near the mansion, waiting for its next victim.”

Just then, the gang were suddenly startled by Elle, who wore a monster mask, much to their dismay.

“Really Elle?” Kate asked.  “Oh come on, it was funny.” She chuckled as she pulled off the mask. “I got you guys good, don’t I.” She then high fives Reid. “Yeah, you did, both of you.” Derek responds.

   Just then, they heard the door creak as it sways back and forth.

“Okay guys, you already got us.” Emily sassed.

Elle raised an eyebrow. “We’re not doing anything.” “Really? Then what was tha-” They were suddenly startled as they hear the door closed shut.

“Oh.” Garcia clutched her chest. “It was just the door.” Suddenly, they heard a couple of inconspicuous noises coming from outside. “Okay, now that wasn’t the door.” “Relax Garcia. I’m sure it was just nothing.” Luke reassured her, only to cling onto her as he hears something hitting outside the mansion. Hearing that the sounds were getting louder, the team realized that something was up.

“Okay, this isn’t funny anymore.” Tara stammered.

“Yeah, I don’t like the feeling of this.” Kate adds.

“Relax guys.” Reid soothed. "M-maybe it's just the wind"

“Oh hell no. Don’t do that Reid.” Derek snarled.

Emily then glares at Reid. “Just the wind? Just......the.......wind? Did you just say just the wind?”

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...........................nope?”

Reid suddenly gasped as Emily grabs him by the shirt. “It's never just the wind!”

“I’M SO SO SO SO SORRY OKAY?!! PLEASE STOP!” He begged.

“Okay guys, calm down. Let's not panic, I'm sure Hotch and Matt are outside and they'll be back here soon okay.” JJ reassured, despite the fact that her hands were starting to shake.

“But JJ, he said its just the wind?! WHY?!” Tara replies.

She shrugged her shoulders. “Idk, but maybe he's right, and if not, it could be Matt and Hotch coming back with some firewood.

"It better be.”

 Fifteen minutes have passed and still, Hotch and Matt have yet to return as Kate looked down on her watch. “My god, they've been gone for awhile.”

“Oh no.” JJ gasped. “You don’t think they...”

"Okay, that’s it, we gonna die, we're all gonna die!” Garcia panicked.

Elle then grabbed Garcia by the arms. “Calm down Garcia, we’re not gonna die. I’m sure it’s just-” She was suddenly interrupted by a large tree branch that breaks down from outside, prompting her, Garcia and the others to scream.

"WE'RE GONNA FUCKING DIE!” Reid yells.

“FUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK” Tara blurted.

"Let's not panic, let's not pani-” JJ tried to reassure the others, but to no avail as she too starts to panic.  

“Don't worry guys, I'll protect you. I've been the quarterback of my football team for three years.” Derek said as he leaps in front of the door.

“MAN FUCK ALL DAT! YOU'RE A FUCKING QUARTERBACK SO WHAT! THAT’S A FUCKING KILLER COMING TO RIP US UP INTO LITTLE PIECES!” Emily yelled.

“I'VE ALSO BEEN IN THE WRESTLING TEAM FOR 2 YEARS 2 YEARS!!!!!!”

"WRESTLING??!?! OH GOD KILL US NOW!”

Just then, they hear the door slowly creak open. The team suddenly shouts out in fear as a shadowy figure emerges from out the door. Just when the figure walks in, Derek tackles the person.

“Run for it guys, save yourselves!” He shouts as he pins the person to the ground.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT.” Elle blurted.

Before the gang could do anything else, they then saw another person walk in, prompting the girls to grab a broomstick to attack the figure while Luke and Reid cling on to each other.

“AHH SHIT BRO STOP!” One of the guys shouts.

“Oww!” Another person blurted.

Just then, JJ stopped as she recognized those voices. “Wait, wait wait! Pull down the broomstick.”

They suddenly stop as JJ grabs a flashlight to see to see that the figures were actually Hotch and Matt.

"Hotch? Is that you?” Garcia asked. Hotch rubbed his head. “Yeah, and DAMN! AT LEAST I DON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT YOU GUYS BEING ALONE!”

“Oh uh, sorry about that.” Emily replied as she and the girls drop the broomstick. 

Derek then looked down to see Matt wrapped up in his arms. “Oooohhh, sorry about that.”

"At least give us a warning, my god.” Matt groaned as Derek pulled him up, rubbing himself and his back.

“What, I see dark figures coming for me and my friends and i cant see their face what would you d-” Just then Rossi returned to see the commotion that had just happened while he was away.

“What the hell happened here? What kind of fuckery is this?!”

 “We sorta mistaken Hotch and Matt for.............monsters.” Garcia responds. The team then gave Rossi awkward smiles as he squeezed the bridge of his nose.

“Monst- what are you all five years old?! Do you need me to check under your beds at night too?”

“N-no?” Elle stuttered. He rubbed his face. “Oh Christ what the hell?! I don’t even know anymore.”

“It's okay Rossi, Matt and I are fine now. It was just hard to see in the dark.” Hotch said.

”Well, I’m glad you two are okay. As for the others.....I think hey all have something to say.” ”Sorry Hotch and Matt.” They all respond.

”It’s okay.” Hotch replies.

”Yeah.” Matt adds. “See, so it wasn't the wind hehe?” Reid awkwardly respond.

Emily, Elle and Derek gave Reid some subtle death glares.

Garcia turned to Reid. “Reid?”

"Garcia?”

"I’d run if I were you, like now bro.”

“I-” He then attempts to run off from Emily, Elle and Derek, only for 

Rossi to grab him by the back of his sweater as he looks at the team.

“Hey, hey, hey guys. Calm down. It was just a mistake. The last thing I’d want is for all of you to fight like kindergartners.”

"Yeah guys its all fine.” Tara reassured them.

“Yeah, leave Reid alone.” Matt adds.

"Yea leave me alone.” Reid sassed as he stares at Elle.

Derek, Emily and Elle all sigh. “Sorry Reid.”

”It’s okay.” He replied. "Good, and I think after the shit storm that just happened, you guys could use something to eat. Rossi then unloads boxes of pizza.

“Yay pizza!” Garcia and the others cheered with a sigh of relief as they all gather in their sleeping bags as Rossi closed the door, handing out slices of pizza along the way.

[thegoldenyears-memories]

    I’D DO ANYTHING FOR YOU, a mary & jonathan mix.

𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒊’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔. 𝒊’𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕

                                                             ( listen / download )

01. NO SOUND BUT THE WIND de editors ( i'll help you carry the load, i'll carry you in my arms. the kiss of the snow, the crescent moon above us, our blood is cold and we're alone, but i'm alone with you. help me to carry the fire, we will keep it alight together. if i say shut your eyes, if i say look away, bury your face in my shoulder, think of a birthday. the things you put in your head, they will stay here forever. our blood is cold and we're alone, love, but i'm alone with you. )

02. MIRACLE de chvrches ( we're looking for angels in the darkest of skies, saying that we wanted more. i feel like i'm falling, but i'm trying to fly, where does all the good go? we're looking for answers in the highest of highs, but will we ever, ever know? and i need you to know i'm not asking for a miracle, but if love is enough, could you let it show? ask for forever when the end is in sight, showing what you want to. we're looking for the light in an ocean of night, but will we ever see it through? )

03. MERCURY de sleeping at last ( rows of houses sound asleep. only street lights notice me. i am desperate, if nothing else, in a holding pattern to find myself. i talk in circles, i watch for signals, for a clue. how to feel different, how to feel new, like science fiction bending truth. no one can unring this bell, unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new. god knows, i am dissonance, waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune. i'll go anywhere you want, anywhere you want, anywhere you want me. )

04. TIME AFTER TIME de iron & wine ( if you're lost, you can look and you will find me, time after time. if you fall, i will catch you, i'll be waiting, time after time. after my picture fades and darkness has turned to gray, watching through windows, you're wondering if i'm ok. secrets stolen from deep inside, the drum beats out of time. )

05. INTERTWINED de dodie ( skin, heat, hair in your mouth, feet touching feet. oh you and i, safe from the world, though the world will try. oh, i'm afraid of the things in my brain, but we can stay here and laugh away the fear. numb, fine, you create a rarity of my genuine smile. so breathe, breathe with me. can you drink all my thoughts? 'cause i can't stand them. intertwined, free, i've pinned each and every hope on you, i hope that you don't bleed with me. )

06. KIND & GENEROUS de natalie merchant ( you've been so kind and generous, i don't know how you keep on giving. for your kindness i'm in debt to you, for your selflessness, my admiration, and for everything you've done. you know i'm bound...  i'm bound to thank you for it. and i never could have come this far without you, so for everything you've done, you know i'm bound...  i'm bound to thank you for it. i want to thank you for so many gifts you gave with love and tenderness, i want to thank you. i want to thank you for your generosity. the love and the honesty that you gave me. i want to thank you, show my gratitude, my love and my respect for you, i want to thank you. )

07. SUTTER AND AMY de rob simonsen ( instrumental )

08. THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD de editors ( baby, there's no need to fear, baby, there's no need to cry. you fuse my broken bones back together and then lift the weight of the world from my shoulders again. you touch my face, god whispers in my ears. there are tears in my eyes, love replaces fear. every little piece in your life will add up to one. every little piece in your life, will mean something to someone. )

09. SAFE & SOUND de taylor swift ft. the civil wars ( i remember tears streaming down your face when i said, "i'll never let you go." when all those shadows almost killed your light. i remember you said, "don't leave me here alone," but all that's dead and gone and passed tonight. just close your eyes, the sun is going down. you'll be alright, no one can hurt you now. come morning light, you and i'll be safe and sound. don't you dare look out your window, darling, everything's on fire. the war outside our door keeps raging on. )

10. CHASING CARS de snow patrol ( if i lay here, if i just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world? forget what we're told, before we get too old. show me a garden that's bursting into life. let's waste time chasing cars around our heads. i need your grace to remind me to find my own. )

11. FEELS LIKE THE END de mikky ekko ( sleep with the lights off when you're alone, silence so mighty you go deaf. bombs are going off inside your chest. i know you wanted to be loved,  but you're bleeding left alone... so, so, so alone... singing where does time go from here? it feels like the end. darkness swallows a dying star, makes no difference what you're running from. the voices follow you, voices follow you into the dark... singing where does time go from here? it feels like the end. )

╰  ❄  feliz navidad y año nuevo, sara.

—; de: andy ( @littlehestia )

—; para: sara ( @macdxnaldmary )

Holis, soy yo. Ay, ¿por qué todos los mixes de amistad que hago siempre me quedan tan románticos? AHAHAHAHA, oops, ni modo. Ahhhhhhhhh, espero que te guste este mix que hice de nuestros bebés. Quizá te preguntes, o quizá no, porque es tan cortito si mis mixes suelen ser gigantes; simplemente no veía a Mary y Jonathan teniendo un mix super largo, idk why?? Me parecía que necesitaban un mix chiquito, como que tenía más sentido, no sé, son de esas cosas de la vida que ni yo misma entiendo, pero las hago. Es pequeño, con mucho amor, y rosita <3. Quise meter no sólo su amistad hermosa, también la percepción de ambos sobre la guerra, y Jonathan cuidando a su Mary de colección, porque es de colección 8D. Ahhhhh, la cosa es que hice un mix muy warm porque ellos son muy warm <333, y el título tbh no sabía que poner, así que dejé que mi Jonathan interior escogiera y aquí estamos :3. Espero lo disfrutes mucho, pal <333.

Gracias por siempre ser taaaan bonita, por darme tramas dolorosas y bellas, por tus personajes hermosos y por, no sé, estar aquí, me caes re bien uwu. Me alegra mucho siempre verte por el dash :’) y que estés dispuesta a hacer plots de todo tipo conmigo. Also mención especial a la amistad de Aurora y Zoe porque las amo mucho <333. Ahhhhhhh, en fin, ten unas felices y bonitas fiestas, bebé. Que este año sea muy bueno contigo y todo lo que necesites venga en tu camino. Te quiero muuuuuuucho, gracias por tanto <333. 

Con cariño,

                                                     — andy. 🎅

[askullinajar]

The Shattered Frame (Part 5/7)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Fic info: this is a sequel to my previous fic, The Living Ghost so go read that or this won’t make sense. Rating: General. Pairings: Lucy/Lockwood, Holly/Rani. Ao3 link: here.

A cluster of hauntings in a decrepit manor and the dripping spectre of a woman dressed all in black hits a little too close to home for Lockwood & Co’s newest member.

WARNING: There’s some detail about near-drowning at the start. Idk if anyone will be affected by that, but if you are, I won’t be offended if you skip it. Just Ctrl + F your way to ‘strong hands’. Happy reading, everyone!

Part 5 – An Icy Swim

The cold hit me all at once, seeping into my clothes, biting into my skin. My heart raced, blood rushed in my ears, I almost gasped for air in my blind panic. As a reflex, I thrashed around, frantically trying to get back to the surface, but I’d fallen in at an odd angle and struggled to contort my body the right way around.

After a terrifying few seconds, I managed to force my way to the surface, but I barely had time to gasp for air, and to see Lockwood being blasted back from the pool with Elizabeth reaching out for him, before the water churned around me and dragged me under again.

Lockwood. He needed help. I needed to help him.

I kicked my legs frantically, trying to fight against the heavy equipment on my belt that was pulling me down, but my hefty boots weighed my legs down. That, the numbing cold, the ghost lock creeping into my heart… it all made my movements sluggish.

I reached out and grasped at the edge of the pool, but my hands slid on the slimy tiles. My lungs screamed for oxygen. I tried to keep a grip on the edge of the pool, tried to gather enough strength to haul myself up.

Distantly, I heard people shouting. I recognised my friends’ voices; George and Kipps, then Holly and Skully. They’d help Lockwood. He’d be okay.

My head pounded painfully, my chest burned. I was cold, so cold. And tired.

I couldn’t stifle my reflexes anymore. I gasped for air, and water rushed into my lungs in its place. My fingers slipped from the tiles…

Then strong hands grabbed my arms and hauled me out of the water.

I sat there, on the wet grass, pressed up against Lockwood’s chest and coughing water up.

“Lucy? Lucy, are you alright?”

I gasped for air between coughing fits, and each breath seemed to rip my throat apart on the way down. I clutched at the arm Lockwood had around my torso for support, shivering violently. He was staring at me, eyes wide and frantic.

“Oh, I’m just dandy,” I croaked out at last, though I guess I didn’t convince him because he removed his coat and wrapped it tightly around me.

The others stood nearby, looking terrified as they gazed down at me.

“What happened?” I said.

“We got here just as it… Elizabeth was about to touch Lockwood,” Holly said. “Skully sort of…blasted her away.”

I looked over at my friend. He seemed pale and was staring into space with hollow eyes.

George seemed to have noticed, too. “Alright there, Skully? You look like –”

“If you say like I’ve seen a ghost, I’m cutting you,” Skully said, looking up abruptly to shoot George a glare.

“Jeez, why’re you so tetchy?” George said, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

“Maybe because my best friend nearly drowned!”

“Oh, so now you care about people?”

“Lucy? Sure. If you wanted to take a dip in the pool, however –”

“Stop it!” I shouted. “Both of you, stop it! You’ll only make her stronger if you fight.”

“Maybe we should just call it a night,” Kipps suggested.

“No,” I said. “We can get this place cleared tonight, I know we can. I’m not letting that bitch hang around, so she can try and drown anyone else.”

“Lucy, you’re soaking wet and freezing,” Holly tried to reason. “You need to warm up or you’ll catch a cold. Or worse.”

“There’s a fireplace in the living room, we should be able to start a fire,” said Lockwood. “At least stay there and warm up while the rest of us handle this.”

I didn’t want to agree with him – I wanted to track that ghost’s source down and snuff it out for good – but I guess I wouldn’t be much use in the state I was in, so I nodded.

Holly still looked concerned. “It’ll take forever for your clothes to dry. You could still get sick.”

“I’ll dry her off first,” said Skully.

George raised an eyebrow at him. “And how d’you plan on doing that?”

Skully cracked his knuckles. “I have my ways. Luce, see that porch railing? Go hang onto it as tight as you can.”

It was with great apprehension that I slipped out of Lockwood’s coat and approached the railing, but I was desperate to warm up; my sopping clothes weighed me down and I was numb all over. I wrapped my stiff fingers as tight as I could around the railing.

“Ready?” said Skully.

“No.”

The gust of psychic wind nearly sent me flying, but I held on even tighter and squeezed my eyes closed. My hair whipped painfully against my face, my clothes flapped harshly around me. It wasn’t nearly as cold as most ghostly winds, I’d give him that, but still far from pleasant, and when it finally died down, I glared daggers at Skully.

“I h-h-hate y-you,” I said as my teeth chattered together and I shivered violently.

“You’re welcome,” said Skully, as Lockwood came over and wrapped his coat back around me. I was still freezing, but at least my clothes were now relatively dry, if completely wrinkled.

I sat, cross-legged, in the centre of the iron chain in the living room while the others ran around collecting firewood and building a fire. I don’t know how she’d managed to find them, but Holly bundled me up in several moth-eaten blankets, so Lockwood could have his coat back.

“Try not to smother her, Hol,” George said, snickering as Holly continued to fuss over me, pouring me mugs of boiling tea from our thermoses. I didn’t mind so much; with the roaring fire, the piles of blankets, and the warm cup of tea in my hands, feeling was finally starting to return to my body. It hurt like hell, but at least it was something.

Lockwood eyed Skully, who was still seeming a little off; he hadn’t insulted George in a whole ten minutes, it was kind of disconcerting. Lockwood clapped a hand on his shoulder. “How about you stay here and keep an eye on Lucy. Make sure she stays out of trouble.”

Skully shrugged. “I mean, I’ll try, but I can’t promise anything.”

I shot both of them an unimpressed look.

Lockwood came over to where I was sitting and knelt in front of me. “You sure you’re okay, Luce? You gave me a fright there.”

I smiled at him. “I’m fine. Had to add nearly drowning to my list of near-death experiences at some point, I guess.” I didn’t tell him that my lungs still burned. That I could still feel the water pressing in on me.

Lockwood laughed, but it was short and sounded forced. “I’d rather you stopped having any near-death experiences at all.”

“Yeah, well, join the club.”

Lockwood just looked at me for a moment, his brows pulled slightly together, and his mouth tugged up a little at the corners. I wish I knew what he was thinking. Then he leant forwards and pressed his lips to my forehead.

“We’ll get this place sorted out. Stay safe, Lucy.”

“You too, Anthony.”

His cheeks got a faint pink dusting at that, and I committed that look to memory. Then I watched as he, George, Kipps, and Holly ventured back out of the living room to confront the Visitors, leaving me alone with Skully.

He walked forwards and sat beside me in the iron circle. I unwrapped the top blanket layer and draped it over both our shoulders.

“You okay?” I said.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You just seem a little off, that’s all. Do you wanna talk about it?”

I was met with silence. I took that as a no and looked back at the fire.

“My family are only a few hours away from here,” I said, changing the subject. “I’m half tempted to pay a visit.”

“Why don’t you?”

I shrugged. “My sisters are all scattered. I don’t really get along with my mum. I could always just visit Mary, I suppose.”

“She your favourite?”

I glanced over at him. “Didn’t you have a favourite sibling?”

There was a pause, then, “My twin, I guess.”

I nearly spat out the tea I’d been sipping on. “Twin?! There was more than one of you in the world?!”

He rolled his eyes. “Twin sister.”

“Marginally better, I suppose,” I conceded. “Which one of you was born first?”

He huffed. “She was. But that made me the incredible seventh child, so can’t complain much.”

I frowned. “I’m a seventh child. Why’s that so special?”

“Not heard all the folklore around seventh children?” he said. “Why d’you think your Talents are so strong? Why d’you think Bickerstaff hired me?”

I shrugged it off, though I had been wondering why my Talent had been doing the opposite of fading as I got older. “What was your sister like?”

He shrugged. “Stubborn, bit of a temper, wanted people to think she was all strong and mature but she was actually a huge dork.”

The description sounded like someone I knew, but I couldn’t quite think who. “She sounds cool.”

He picked at a loose thread in the blanket. “Yeah, she was.”

He seemed uncomfortable with the conversation, so I let the matter drop. I shuffled closer and rested my head on his shoulder.

“You’re being soppy again,” he told me.

“I nearly froze to death. I need the warmth.”

“I don’t know how much warmth you’re gonna get from a half-dead guy.”

“Shut up and let me be soppy.”

We sat in companionable silence for a while, watching the flames dance and listening to the wood crackle. I could hear a few distant sounds – water dripping, faint voices – but no Visitors bothered us in the living room.

“Thanks for saving Lockwood, by the way,” I said, after a while.

“You would’ve killed me if I didn’t,” Skully replied.

“True, but we both know that’s not why. You’re becoming best buds.”

Skully scoffed. “Sure. I’ll be the best man at your wedding.”

I ignored the way my heart jolted at the thought of marrying Lockwood one day. “Shut up,” I told him. “Besides, you can’t do that when you’re giving me away.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Am I, now?”

“I mean, my dad’s dead. I don’t have any uncles or brothers or anything. You’ll have to do.”

“Charming.”

We heard a crash come from downstairs. I sat bolt upright, listening. I heard a scream – Kipps, I think – followed by a shout from Lockwood, then, faintly, the gush of water.

I lurched to my feet and grabbed my discarded rapier.

“Lucy,” Skully warned. “You need to rest. They can handle it.” But I was already charging out of the door, towards the stairs to the basement.

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[riisinaakka]

Tagged by @flintbysilver, thank you <3

Rules: complete the survey and say who tagged you in the beginning. when you’re finished, tag people to do this survey. have fun and enjoy!

1: Are you named after someone? My name rhymes with my sibling and apparently my grandmother had a friend with the same name and my parents liked it. It used to be ”an old name” but there has been a big boom in recent years. Now it's annoyingly common with babies and dogs(?!). Not nice to hear people calling it in highpitched or scolding tone in public places... But it is a nice and strong name in the end.

2: When was the last time you cried? Last week.

3: Do you like your handwriting? Not really. It's ok, but usually a bit too rushed. I really should train my lettering in my doodles, too...

4: What is your favourite lunch meat? I had to google this just in case it meant something specific but idk. I like smoked meat. Chicken is good too.

5: Do you have kids? Pfffft, no.

6: If you were another person, would you be friends with you? Uhh.. if I had a change to spend more time and get to know each other then yeah, probably. I am usually very awkward and reserved at first so.. maybe having something to do together is the fastest way to approach? After that I am quite chatty and fun company. In a long term I am not very good at keeping in touch with people though... * ashamed *

7: Do you use sarcasm? occasionally

8: Do you still have your tonsils? Yes. Is it really that common to get them removed..?

9: Would you bungee jump? Hmm. Yes, that would be cool, but it might take some time to actually do it.

10: What is your favourite kind of cereal? I cannot remember the last time I had cereals.. probably something that isn't too sweet.

11: Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? If they were tight, then yes xD

12: Do you think you’re a strong person? Physically? Average. Mentally? It depends. Usually I am quite eager to flee but occasionally I surprise myself and even the others around me.

13: What is your favourite ice cream? Ever, ever? Nougat or ”the queen ice cream” (kuningatarjäätelö in Finnish) that is vanilla ice cream with raspberry and blueberry sauce

14: What is the first thing you notice about people? Posture in a distance, like how they carry themselves and what kind of shape they sort of have in the universe, lol. In close proximity it's the eyes and possible smile.

15: What is the least favourite physical thing you like about yourself? Hmm...I've got a flat butt and I dislike the back of my neck. Sometimes I am needlessly ashamed of my fingers because they are not pretty and delicate but strong and a bit wonky.

16: What colour pants and shoes are you wearing now? Black trousers and since I am at home, no shoes. I am wearing my selfmade woollen socks.

17: What are you listening to right now? The soundtrack of the Hamilton musical (again)

18: If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Something dark green and murky

19: Favourite smell? When it's -15C and there's a faint smoke (campfire) coming from somewhere, the fresh moist air of spring (and rain), dry saw dust, crushed needles of pine and spruce, that smell of lingonberry and sea-buckthorn when you faceplant in a forest (and before you remember all the spiders), books, ink in magazines, lilac tree, fresh cinnamon rolls, freshly cut grass and petrol, some fabric softeners...

20: Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? My friend who just moved out of town.

21: Favorite sport to watch? Sport animes :D

22: Hair color? Something like ash brown with highlights. Hints of copper still lingering (planning to add more warmth at some point again).

23: Eye color? Blue-green with central heterochromia

24: Do you wear contacts? Usually when I am attending a party.

25: Favourite food to eat? Idk, pizza.

26: Scary movies or comedy? Ööööö....not really that much of a fan of scary movies (I get easily startled and feel slightly paranoid afterwards). If the humour in a comedy is bad then I am not interested in that one either.

27: Last movie you watched? Rogue One in a movie theatre, Vadelmavenepakolainen (Raspberry Boat Refugee) in tv.

28: What color of shirt are you wearing? Black.

29: Summer or winter? I am a spring person, but between summer and winter....uuuh. Summer after all. Winters are too dark, eventhough the heat in summer is annoying too.

30: Hugs or kisses? hugs

31: What book are you currently reading?  Mainly Black Sails fanfics atm.. :D hmmm I started Reader, I Married Him, although I am not very impressed yet and forgot it for weeks. I am about to start reading Management by Sauron next.

32: Who do you miss right now? Some friends and my family.

33: What is on your mouse pad?  a kanji of ”love”, it’s an old gift

34: What is the last TV program you watched? Recent episodes of Black Sails, Poldark, Skam.

35: What is the best sound? Comfortable silence, not ”the deafening one”. cat's purr, birdsongs, ocean waves, soft laugh.. Oh yeah and strong wind gusts like, the swishing of foliage in trees, flapping of fabric (sails)...

36: Rolling stones or The Beatles? I can't really think of anything about this matter atm.

37: What is the furthest you have ever travelled? From Finland to Italy.

38: Do you have a special talent? Hmm...I can stand on my toes, is that special? like just the three biggest toes on both legs are touching the ground, ankles straight, no support and even the the balls of my feet are in the air too.

39: Where were you born? Close to where I currently live...

Tagging: No pressure, do this if you want to! Even without getting tagged :) @insomniac-dragon, @murmuringday, @lokatress, @kirsui, @raddigested, @jul-likes-magpies, @kurjakakara (I think quite many of my BS mutuals have already done this though?).