#omg what am i supposed to name this drabble

[devilmademewriteit]

completely inspired by a gif set u reblogged. Javi helping you into a bullet proof/tactical vest. you’re scared and he just says a gentle “arms up” as he secures the velcro. he’s scared as well, doesn’t wanna lose you, doesn’t want you to get hurt. but it’s like the fear, the adrenaline, has your emotions haywire and you look into his eyes as he takes hold of your hand so gently and tells you that you’re gonna be okay, and you just want to kiss him, and he wants to kiss you too, but then it’s time to go, and he tells you “later”

IDK WHAT THIS IS LMFAO Javi brings the slut outta me

you’ve inspired me anon here is a TINY FIC/DRABBLE YEEEEEEEE

pairing: javier peña x fem!afab!reader

warnings: fem!afab!reader; use of pet name ‘sweetheart’; canon-typical allusions to violence; language; ANGSTY POO

omg I can’t believe there’s no smut. GUYS I WROTE SOMETHING WITHOUT SMUT. I loooove writing my javi tho so while im busting my ass working on Salvatore part 3 feel so free to leave me lil thingies like this.

-em<3

—

“Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have, but—”

It was never supposed to be like this.

It was just a summer job — something safe, boring, admin and agendas and addendums. Should’ve known better, taking a government job in the world’s most dangerous city.

She should’ve known better, taking a government job in the world’s most dangerous city. Shit. My chest feels like it’s on fire, burnin’ through kerosene.

Is she gonna clock how unsteady I am?

Javi’s footsteps echo down the nearby hallway; you recognize them immediately, and their slanted, hard-right-drag-left rhythm. He comes lumbering through the door, cradling tactical gear between his big, bulging biceps. God, you’d had… thoughts about those biceps.

Even now, with the embassy under cartel-siege, it’s oh-so-hard to push away the x-rated daydreams swirling inside your stress-addled mind.

And he doesn’t look scared.

Fuck, she looks so scared.

“Here,” he says, extending the protective vest towards you. Gingerly peeling your hips off of the desk at your back, you extend your fingers to greet and grab at the rough, thick canvas. The sheer weight of it makes your heart lurch into your throat. Neither one of you lowers your hands.

The dark-green-death-sweater you’d seen him wear so many times, cursing yourself for registering, for caring about what it meant.

That it meant Peña — schmoozing, cocky, effortlessly crude Javier Peña — was going into the field.

So neither of you let go.

The stupid vest had always served as a kind of divining rod, leading you both to the real source of your constant bickering, your irritation and the look of mutual, unabashed worry you had shared as a soldier came bursting into the office, panting in tune with the sirens, carrying news of the currently unfolding attack.

Caring without meaning to.

Giving a shit without wanting to.

“I-“ you swallow, trailing off, cursing the swelling bubble forming at neck-breaking speed inside your throat, “I don’t know what to do with this.”

Of course she doesn’t. That one’s on me. ‘Thing like her should never have to wear one of these.

Shouldn’t even have to see one of these.

“S’okay,” he mutters, taking the burden of the gear into his hands, brow furrowing into a look of delicate responsibility. “Turn around.”

Under different circumstances, those words might’ve (embarrassingly enough) enticed a very different feeling from you.

Now, they were simply effective.

Acceding, you rotate, painfully slowly as every hair along your spine lifts, one after the other. Peña shuffles, adjusting both himself and the gear to stand close — too close — behind you.

“Arms up, sweetheart.”

You listen, dragging your arms up into the static air, trying to ignore the soft edge in his voice. It reminds you of something.

Something like resistance.

Stifled want.

Desire with a sock shoved down its bone-dry throat.

And it’s so level, so calm. How is he so calm?

Can she tell I’m totally freaking out?

Your shoulders sag under the weight of the vest. Jesus. It’s so much heavier than you’d imagined. Not quite as heavy as the feeling of doom settling over you, grief from the naive sense of safety you’d walked into work with.

Just this morning.

Javi busies himself with the Velcro, uncharacteristically silent. His knuckles brush the insides of your wrists, and you try to resist it — God, you really do — but all efforts to keep those prickling tears at bay are undertaken in vain.

You quiver slightly, face burning in shame.

Is she shaking?

Gentle, unusually gentle when his fingers wrap around your upper arm, spinning you around to face him once more.

“Look at me.”

You do. His shadowed eyes swim, dance, rage with experience, and you’re left envious, wishing that you’d hardened yourself to the world in the same way. How many times had this man woken up, driven to work, drunk his morning coffee and smoked his morning smoke, accepting that it could be his last?

Knowing Peña, he probably found ways not to think about it.

For sure, he didn’t think about it.

But you did.

Every time that vest came out.

“Everything’s gonna be fine, alright?”

It’s an almost whisper, a mere brush of air against your brow. His own creases in earnestness as he utters the pledge.

“How can you do this for a living?”

You don’t mean for it to come out so rough and jagged, hissing for help like a neglected kettle on the stove. Javi offers you a smile of understanding as though remembering his own first time.

Then, before either of you can stop it, he places the flat of his palm to your cheek.

And you can’t keep from noticing how easily the calloused pad of his thumb molds to your complying skin.

“You get used to it,” he returns, and every word is coated, soaked in the sad, tragic truth. “Though this part’s always hard.”

Nothing exists beyond the smell of tobacco on his breath and the total absorption in his eyes. You’re sure the latter is mirrored in your own, too.

Timid, uneasy, begging him to ease the discomfort for you. “What part is this?”

The part where I lie to you. The part where I bubble-wrap the only thing in this country worth protecting into a shitty, almost useless accessory of war.

The part where I remember—

Is it the part where we remember how easily we could lose each other?

And we don’t even have each other, for God’s sake. Lookin’ up at me as if she can trust me, and the only thing I’ve been able to trust for years is that the moment will come, that moment where it all just gets to be too much and fuck—is this it? Maybe—

This is the part where we—

Kiss her, God, I just wanna fuckin’ kiss her—

Kiss?

“Peña! Time to move!”

Murphy’s voice slices — easily — through the tentative moment of uncertainty. It erodes the softness of Javi’s features into that familiar, hardened stone.

His hand drops from your face, but the tracings linger.

If you couldn’t trust the world outside, maybe you could trust Javi inside. Maybe he’d learned to live without something to lean on, but you weren’t yet prepared to go on—

She doesn’t know how much I fuckin’ need her. Or how many times I’ve tried to say it—and in so many ways—but every time I open my goddamn mouth it just comes out… wrong. Like it’s not enough. Like it’s not true that I can finally fuckin’ breathe when she’s… just… existing around me. Like losing her wouldn’t mean goin’ on—

Faithlessly. Radically accepting the confusing, overwhelming uncertainty of the world.

He clears his throat.

“I’ll see you after.”

Your gaze tumbles down, averting the twinge of dishonesty in his own at his promise.

“Yeah—yeah, see you after.”

He backs away without turning. For a moment, you think he’s gearing up to say something. Something like he always says, like, don’t be a fuckin’ idiot, or use your head or maybe even a smile, sweetheart.

But he doesn’t. He just shakes his head, his dark hair tumbling around and exaggerating his hesitation. Although it hurts, you force yourself to watch as he walks away. How he bows his crown, brings a hand up to anxiously rub at the side of his jaw, the roundness of his shoulder responding and near-bulging under the blue cotton.

Admittedly, a kiss from Javier Peña would’ve been nice.

But to be cradled between those arms, wrapped up in him instead of the goddamn tactical gear squeezing, robbing the air from your lungs…

That would’ve been it.

When this is all over, you think to yourself.

And as Javi greets Steve, apologizing for the delay, the hand squeezing his gun feels strangely empty, haunted by the novelty of touching your burning skin.

When this is all over, he thinks to himself.

Anyways, isn’t that what faith is? Making plans for later, as if anyone’s ‘later’ is promised, a guarantee? As if either of you could count on tomorrow?

Yeah, that’s gotta be it.

Joining the gaggle of scared, hopeless government employees, desperate for reassurance, for the realization blooming inside the depths of your knowing; you pause, letting it hit you, translating it into words…

“—I have it.”

—

[lelengerine]

hi omg I'm so glad you're back I love love ur works!!! I was wondering if u could do an arranged marriage au with jaemin for ur drabble event? I love ur blog sm!! 🥹🫶

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pairing | prince!jaemin x princess!reader

genre | royalty + arranged marriage au, reader thinks she’s hallucinating at one point, jaemin uses nickname (princess) on reader, lmk if i missed anything !!

wc | 0.9k

notes | ahh thank u for the kind words anonie <3 i added in the royalty au just to push the idea a little hehe hope u dont mind !! also i apologize for the drabble reqs being tended to so slowly,, i had an event over the weekend but i’ll be working on the rest of them now :D likes, rbs, and feedback on this is highly appreciated :]

this is part of my drabble req event here!

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the banquet hall filled with people waltzing about is also the place you stand in, the sight of the cheery crowd unable to lift your own mood.

a feast had been prepared in your name by your father, the king. letters filled with news he wished to share flew across the country, landing in the palms of esteemed guests who were carefully chosen to attend.

and though the event was meant for you, every minuscule detail was akin to a bleak forest in your eyes — a place filled with more unknowns than none.

the sharp clink of a glass garners your attention back to your father, a miraculous smile displayed on his lips, the happiest you’ve ever seen him be.

“at last, the time has come where the news i am to share may finally spread to every soul in the kingdom.” he begins proudly, gesturing you to come forward into the spotlight alongside him. “my lovely child is to be wed to the neighboring kingdom, and a new era of peace will be witnessed by all.”

a mix of gasps and cheers emerge from the crowd, yet their reactions were rather lackluster in comparison to your features frozen in place as if time had stopped, all except your lips that quiver at your father’s statement.

you turn away from the crowd, an empty laugh resounding out of your chest. “f-father? surely, this is all a jest?”

“peace will never be something to fool around with, dear. you, amongst all others, should know this by now.” your father speaks to you lowly, the look in his eyes relaying all that is needed to be said. “sacrifices are key to this nation. you are soon to be their queen, you understand where i’m coming from, yes?”

the sheer bewilderment in your mind leads you to nod your head almost instantaneously like an order had just been placed, yet your heart seems to sink further into a place out of your reach.

“who?” is all you weakly utter, defeated by the king’s resolve for a united peace between kingdoms.

“ah, i actually invited over the young man you are to wed. i supposed you ought to know who you’ll be spending a lifetime with, after all.” the words he tells you are all void of empathy, and you’re not sure if that breaks the little spirit left in you.

his gaze then lands on a servant who seems to already know what to do just from a simple motion. you stand in silence beside your father, waiting for the feeling of dread to pass you by, but it never does, and you're greeted by a voice instead.

a new figure stands before you, hair neatly styled with gel, yet the sleekness of his current appearance doesn’t hide the youthful gleam in his eyes. in fact, that very characteristic strikes you familiar, but you can’t pinpoint when you’ve seen it before.

“greetings, princess. my name is na jaemin.” he bows politely, and the name brings back memories in waves that flood your mind.

the na jaemin? the jaemin that picked flowers with you in the royal garden when you used to sneak out of tutoring sessions? the jaemin who offered you baked tarts when he so happened to find you sobbing in the corner of your room? the na jaemin who spoke to you with the gentlest of smiles?

“it seems you haven’t forgotten me yet, i hope?” he chuckles, and you’re not sure how to respond just yet.

all this time you believed he was one of the royal gardeners who eventually quit because you stopped seeing him around, yet here he was as the prince of another kingdom?

this can’t be right, he couldn’t be the one standing in front of you this very instance. you couldn’t even formulate the questions that float in your mind, struggling to catch each word and piece them together.

instead you take a step back, pausing momentarily before rushing towards the nearest exit, cursing the heavens for making you wear dainty heels that do absolutely nothing but hinder your movement. the peaceful gardens around you replace the overbearing grandeur of the banquet hall, creating a sense of eagerness in you that doesn’t let it take long for you to stagger in step, spraining your ankle in the process.

sure, there was a slight wince in each step now, but at least you were out of the grand hall that appeared more overwhelming to you than not. you manage to find a stone bench nearby, taking a seat to check on your injury.

“i thought i’d find you here.” the same person you’ve tried running away from manages to catch up with you — albeit it wasn’t too difficult in the first place — with a solemn expression on his face. “let me take a look.”

you’re apprehensive to take up his offer, but he kneels down before you could even agree on it to assess the damage inflicted upon your ankle. “it doesn’t look too bad. you’ll be alright in no time, princess-”

“why are you helping me?” you cut him off, gazing further past the gardens, anywhere but at him, and he takes note of it.

“because you’re to be my wife.” jaemin’s response is expected, yet it leaves you with disappointment.

“the title is but meaningless anyways.” you murmur softly as the sight you’ve been scanning slowly makes its way to where he’s tending to your ankle. “it’s not like you love me.”

his ministrations come to a pause at your words, head peering up to meet your gaze with a smile that you've unknowingly been wanting to properly see again in so long. “but i did, and i still do.”

[pupkashi]

Some drabble ideas cause why not :

- His s/o buying super expensive stuff for Satoru

- Imagine how he would react the first time you call him by pet name (or surname like 'Toru or 'Ru🥰🥺)

- Taking a nape w him

- How he would react the first time he sees u on ur periods, and how he'll treats you

- Where he likes to being kissed/touched

All these for Gojo cause we'll never have enough of him (and I love the way you write him<3)

anon u are an absolute genius ✍🏼✍🏼✍🏼 also I’m in tears bc of ur compliment i am gonna print this and hang it on a wall <3 also got a bit carried away w some of these 🤭

okay but 1) he would definitely love whatever u get him but scold you because he wants you to save ur money and spend it on urself but on the inside he is cheering and giddy because omg did you save up for a gift just for him :’ ))

rest are under the cut <3

2) i think he’d freeze a bit when you first call him toru and just drop everything and look u in the eye and make you say it again because his heart just burst and the only way he’d continue to live is hearing u say that again, after that he doesn’t respond to gojo coming from you anymore sometimes he’ll even ignore you calling him satoru because he wants you to call him ‘toru or the pet names you call him like angel, honey or sweetheart (which started because you said he eats so much sweets his heart might as well be a conversation heart)

3) i headcanon that satoru is the worst to nap with and i will die on that hill,, he will spend the entire time you’re supposed to be napping giggling and being overly affectionate, then when you say you have to go do whatever it is you gotta do he pulls you down and says ‘really this time’ so u set a timer and then when the timer goes off he just shuts it off and coaxes u back to sleep until you wake up naturally two or three hours later and his excuse is “how am i supposed to live myself knowing my lover is tired? you need rest I’m doing you a favor <;3”

4) not the best when he first finds out ngl 😭 i feel like he’d be weary around you at first because doesn’t wanna put you in a bad mood but then you cry because you think hated you and then as time goes on he figures out when to be clingy and when to give you space ,,, will buy you those plushies that you can heat up from cramps and lots and lots of pain killers ,, will make you tea to help with cramps ‘i saw a video saying this tea with honey is really good for cramps so i made you some :3’ ,, definitely indulges allllllll of your cravings especially those that also satiate his sweet tooth ,, overall very caring and i will def make a headcanon abt this on its own 😭😭

5) i am a firm believer that gojo loves, adores even, nose kisses !!!! a small smile on his face and he has to stop himself from practically squealing when you lean over and press a soft kiss to the tip of his nose <333 >.< loves when you kiss his forehead too or his knuckles when they’re a little red or bruised after a bad fight, specially after you’ve just finished wiping the blood away and wrapping them :((( ,,, he loves when you touch / play with the hair at the nape of his neck, he just feels so close to you and so relaxed and god he never wants to leave your arms </3 also loves when you scratch his back before going to sleep or when you squeeze his thigh when he’s sitting next to you also secretly loves when u smack his butt when he’s bent over doing or getting something but he will never tell u that ,, loves loves loves !!! when you touch his abs or chest,, his confidence will just shoot through the roof when your hands begin wandering down his abdomen during a make out or cuddle session, never failing to smirk and say ‘like what you feel’ to which you’d either indulge him or scoff and roll your eyes, pulling your hand away only for him to whine and put your hand back saying ‘okay okay I’m sorry please don’t stop’ ,,,, lord have mercy

[the-puniisher]

grgrgehrgrg okay so like

college au shit... like. majors and roomies and shenanigans...

❝COLLEGE AU❞

I am CRAZY for college AU's.. LETS GOOO!!! After writing this all up I might make some drabbles based off of it...

❝VASH❞

Majors in Conservation/Research, studies Anthropology, the history of humans and their development.

Top of his class, the nice kid that's always offering tutoring to his classmates.

Dating Nick, always talking him up at any point in time. When people see Nick for the first time they're like "wtf.. this is your guy??" looking up and down a greaseball of a man. Vash is like omg.. yes.. isn't he wonderful.. as he permeates cigarette smoke.

THE definition of broke college student. He has $5 to his name after nessesities.

Absolute soft spot for anything living, has taken in a few strays into his dorm room. Nick is absolutely against taking in animals because Vash doesn't even have enough money to feed himself, and animals can be given to shelters. Nick always lectures him but doesn't have the heart to take the cats away from him... and he started to like them, too.

Obligatory plants around the room, loves to take care of things.

Absolute party pooper, prefers to study in the library alone than go to parties.

Hides behind bookshelves in the library to avoid Knives, how the hell is he supposed to study when his brother won't shut the fuck up about how proud he is of him for studying, anyways?

❝WOLFWOOD❞

Majors in Philosophy/Religious Studies.

Loves Philosophy/Religious Studies OUTSIDE of school, but the second he has to read the bible for class he wants to commit several sins.

Absolutely sick of studying, always hosting room parties.

Undefeated keg stand pro.

SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS. Drinks the hardest ass liquor.

Dorm room is a fucking man cave. Curtains always drawn, lights always off. Dude hisses when you open his door. Clothes all over the floor, bed unmade.

Last to his classes, bedhead and pajamas. Who the hell gives a damn about keeping up appearances, anyways?

Walks with Livio to shared classes, always late and always together. They scheme shit like "Okay you walk in first and I'll walk in a few minutes later so it's not noticable." (Everyone always knew, they're inseparable.)

Shares a room with Livio.

❝MERYL❞

Majors in Journalism.

Absolute teachers pet. Knows all of the hard shit that she realistically won't use in her future career.

Girlfriends with Milly... She is the book smart to Milly's street smart. The brains to her brawn, if you will.

Always hounding everyone to study, but is the first to get wasted at parties.

Known for being a vommitter at parties.

Minimalistic and very clean dorm room. Whenever the gang hangs out or has sleepovers, it's usually there because it's the cleanest and has the most room.

She's always taking polaroid pictures of the group, hanging them up on her walls.

❝MILLY❞

Majors in Mechanics.

Criticized for being in "a man's field" but can do more than the men in her classes can.

Girlfriends with Meryl.

If anyone in the friend group needs to figure out how to do an oil change or jumpstart a car, she's your gal.

The sober friend, takes care of Meryl at parties.

Dorm room is a stuffie paradise, she has tens of plushes that each have names and backstories. She can tell you the year she got them and why. Silly names like shmoopkins..

❝KNIVES❞

Majors in Psychology with Botany on the side.

"Ugh.. I don't do parties." Goes to the library to study because he's above everyone, spots Vash and gives him a proud lecture about how he's being responsible and studying.. And not wasting his time with those losers..

The mom friend. Not in the sense that he cares, but is the one who sits back while everyone goofs off like "What the fuck are you doing."

Very punctual with top marks. Always early to class, fully prepared, reads in his free time. Probably never uses his phone.

Poor eyesight, takes the fucking grandpa glasses out to read or use his phone. "Hey Nai, look at this!" He slowly pulls his glasses out and squints at your phone.

Phone kept in one of those wallet phone cases for convenience.

Dorm room adorned with plants everywhere.

Also prefers to stay sober. Absolutely hates that he and Vash are the same because he can't excuse his brothers behavior with "He's drunk, he's not thinking right."

His room smells and looks like bleach... But he also uses citrus scents. He is a complete germaphobe and refuses to let ANYONE enter his room because they would tarnish it.

Has a roomba named "Vacuum" to keep his company because at least he knows it cleans and doesn't get everything dirty. Paces and rants to it like it's sentient, but gets sad when he remembers it can't speak to him and soon enough he needs to talk to real people.

Absolutely hates the friend group but has no one else, dropping them all would leave him with no one.

❝LIVIO❞

Majors in Childcare/Social Services.

Has been at Nick's hip his entire life, wanting to follow in his footsteps. Nick has to very sternly remind him to "be his own man" and "walk his own path" hence why he isn't also majoring in Philosophy.

At parties Livio tries to drink the same alcohol as Nick, but one shot makes him pass out.

Also a lover of stuffies, he and Milly often make them have playdates.

Lowest marks of the friend group, but way too stubborn to ask for help.

Best cook of the group, loves to cook and take care of everyone.

People often confide in him because of his gentle nature, he has a big soft spot for people.

Shares a dorm room with Nick, they cuddled to fall asleep growing up together, so they can't sleep away from each other.

Room reeks of cigarettes and axe.

[itadorey]

BAEEEEEE… happy 700!!! i’m so excited for you and wish we become mooties sooner, since i’ve always just admired you from afar (girl who has read play pretend over and over until it was engraved into my brain) BUT ANYWAYS! let me participate hehe.. req-ing a fluffy gojo + glue by beabadoobee <3

ahhh thank you so much!! and omg no ur so sweet i'm glad you really liked play pretend wow ty ty for your kind words <3 and here's your drabble :)

EVENT LINK!

you turn around when someone slips into the seat to your left, coming face to face with gojo satoru as he sends you a little smile.

"hey."

you greet him with a nod, picking up your drink and taking a sip as he huffs in annoyance at your silence. he reaches over, plucking the glass from your hand and taking a drink before making a disgusted face and sliding the glass back your way.

"gojo, you already know that you don't like what i drink," you say exasperatedly, making a big show of wiping the rim before raising it to your lips once again. he pouts at your actions as he leans closer, resting his head on your shoulder as you half-heartedly try to push him off.

your breath catches in your throat when you feel his hair brushing against your neck, and you do your best to ignore the tickling sensation as you push the menu towards him. he slides it out from under your hand to his side of the table, grabbing your left hand with is right in the process.

"gojo, let go," you say, rolling your eyes fondly as he simply intertwines his fingers with yours. the menu lays forgotten as he brings your hand up to his lips, his lips ghosting over your knuckles as he finally raises his head to look at you.

"gojo," you warn, feeling the heat creep up your neck as he presses a loud kiss to the back of your hand. "the waiter will be back soon. just choose something to eat. please."

"gojo, gojo, gojo," he repeats, his tone changing in an attempt to imitate the way you say his name. "stop calling me that."

"that's your name," you say dryly, avoiding his gaze when he presses a kiss to your wrist, in the exact spot where he can feel your pulse. "what else am i supposed to call you?"

"hmmm, i dunno," gojo says, pretending to think before giving you an annoyed glance. "what about satoru?"

"i think i like gojo a little better," you tease, watching the way his expression changes as he attempts to give you a sultry look. the key word being "attempts".

"if you like it so much then i think it should be your name as well," he says smoothly, eyes shining bright as he looks at you over his sunglasses. you're unable to hold back your laughter at his actions, and you finally give in and squeeze his hand as you kiss his cheek.

"it already is, you dumbass," you say softly, watching as gojo's face lights up at your words.

"you're right," he says happily, a goofy grin spreading across his face as he places your hands on the table. his fingers toy with the ring on your finger, spinning it idly as he stares at it. "i'm the luckiest man alive. i still can't believe you said yes."

you smile as you lean against him, looking up at him and observing the soft expression on his face.

"i can."

[wavesmp3]

shawna!!! i picked up “the sea is yours to take” and genuinely so In love with your world building! can i know how you plotted the story out or how this world even emerged :OO

omg genuinely so excited to answer this ask, like you have no idea. i pulled out my laptop for it hehe

so as a disclaimer i must start by saying that i first started creating this fic and the world around it in 2019 (which can you believe was 5 years ago lol) AND i haven't really revisited all my notes since i was working heavily on this world in 2020 AND my notebook with all the details and brainstorming i did is at my parents' house and therefore do not have access to for the time being...

all of this to say that i am a little muddy on all of the nitty gritty details, but we continue forward nonetheless!

so as i said the initial idea that turned into this world came to me in the summer of 2019 in a silent chapel in the form of this drabble

(which, a note on the silent chapel part lol, i'm not a very religious person and i had never been to one before that but i think going to a place like that and thinking of the drabble there is why the piece has a strong emphasis on religion and like religious institutions, a lot of which was inspired by catholic ideologies such as the very idea of seven sins and seven gifts. and a lot of the emphasis on the religious beliefs of that world might not be as obvious in 'the sea is yours to take' (tsiytt) but it has more importance in the other installations (read: the world is ours to remake, posted as an original work somewhere on my blog as well as the crown is his to wear which was supposed to be the third and final installation that i never got around to writing rip)

but back to the point -- the drabble kind of set up the main plot which, to put it briefly, is that there is a king who is up to no good so much so that his own son is looking to overthrow him.

(note that the drabble was slightly different when originally posted and had been edited after the fact once i had created the entire world and overarching plot, but it was mainly the same as it stands right now apart from the naming of a couple things. fun fact: the gifts were called the virtues in that drabble)

and from there i kind of let my mind run wild.

i can't remember if i did most of the plotting/creation of that world during 2019 summer or if i did it during 2020 summer, but the main point is that i had almost a full year of just on and off thinking about this piece and this world

so from there (ignoring the timeline of all this world building) it was mainly just figuring out the answers to a whole bunch of questions like: why is the son trying to overthrow the king? what is the 'no good' that the king is up to? why did the prince seek out this other character in the drabble? what does that character know that can be of help? how or why do they specifically know it?

and it continued and continued like that for a long time until i had a pretty good understanding of what i wanted the plot to be. and because of the nature of the overarching plot with the plans to overthrow the king it kind of also did a lot of the world building too. i again had to ask and answer questions like why are all the sins and gifts apart from fortitude dead? why would the nomads know something that the rest of this world doesn't? why have the nomads ceased communication with the rest of this world? and a ton of other questions and answers that literally wouldn't even make sense with what is discussed in tsiytt but kind of helped informed what tsiytt needed to set up for following installations to make sense.

(note: kind of hate the naming of the nomads and the nomads land, it just feels wrong and a bit offensive of a word to use in the context that it is. i was young and really the only thing i was thinking about was the fact that it sounded like no mans land)

anyways this whole lengthy explanation is again just to say that i knew a certain couple of scenes needed to happen to drive the plot forward: like not knowing why fortitude sent the prince away, fortitude killing lord seth, the ending scene, and then a couple others that i won't say because they're probably spoilers.

and from there i just got to add in scenes to build out the love story as well as the characters. i wasn't following a very serious outline (especially when i started to write in may 2020) but rather just following my heart and letting words and scenes come out as i was writing them. but then because i was just thinking about this world and this piece so much i started to think up scenes that i wanted to write that would only happen much later. and so from there i was following a very loose outline. which was really just a whole bunch of bullet points of scenes i wanted to add. like they were so unserious. and to show how unserious, here is a sc i pulled of them (thank you google doc version history)

LOL

anyways i think that's kind of all i have to say right now, but i could really talk about that piece and that world for years, there is so much depth that will unfortunately never leave my little brainstorming notebook. even details like the zalazar river have so much more history and meaning to it than is explored or even brushed on in tsiytt.

i really apologize that this got so long (and if you can believe it, this is me trying to keep it short) and if it makes absolutely no sense. but if you have more questions or things you wanted to discuss or ask pls pls pls go right ahead. my ask box or dms are always open!! i love any excuse to talk about this world and these characters. they're my heart.

[ensnapemysenses]

Picture this, Severus overhears Pansy whispering to Blase and Draco about Snape's daughter and Neville (his daughter's boyfriend) having a child they're babysitting.

Any dad would think "Shit, my daughter is pregnant."

Now, imagine Severus questioning his daughter and Neville only to have his daughter confess that Neville found a baby Niffler alone in the Forbidden Forest and both teenagers decided to adopt it as if they were a married couple and the Niffler was their son, and their daughter shows Snape that at the time he had the Niffler sleeping inside his robes, and in his bag he has many stolen shiny things.

Snape: Now I understand why my shiny things got lost.

yn snape: do you want to carry your grandson?

Snape: shut up

OMG THIS IS HILARIOUS!!!

Little drabble below:

"And just what are you two whispering about?" Snape says sneaking up behind Pansy, Blaise, and Draco, a hand resting on Pansy's shoulder. "Did my daughter's name come out of your mouth followed by the word 'Neville' and 'child'?" His dark narrowed eyes dart between the three of them.

"No! Of course not," the kids all say in agreement, shaking their heads before running away.

"I am going to kill, Longbottom if he got my daughter pregnant," Snape mutters, turning on his heels to hunt down his daughter and find out the truth.

~~~

"Would the two of you care to tell me why I overheard three students from my house talking about babysitting your child?" Snape snarls, his grip on Neville's collar tightening as he lifts him a few inches off the ground.

"Dad, please put Neville down. I will explain everything to you. It's not what you think, I swear!"

Snape glares at his daughter and tries to swallow his anger to give her the benefit of the doubt as he slowly sets Neville down. Neville darts behind Snape's daughter, shaking with fear.

"Please enlighten me on this whole 'child' situation."

"So, the other day Neville was out near the Forbidden Forest looking for a plant and he came across a baby Niffler. We decided to take it in and raise it together. That was what they were talking about," she says sheepishly. "Look, I'll show you." Snape's daughter pulls Neville out from behind her and tells him to open his robes. There, in the inner pocket, is a sleeping baby Niffler. "See," she says, presenting the proof to her dad.

Snape lets out a sigh of relief. "Well, that explains why all of my shiny objects have been going missing, I suppose. However, I don't think it is a good idea you two raise this Niffler alone. I am positive we can find a rescue to take it in, okay?"

"Uh, fine," she huffs. "But first, do you wanna hold your grandchild?"

Snape scowls, "No, thank you. Come on, let's go."

[rangergurlgleek1211]

Happy birthday! How about "bonding over puppies" for a drabble prompt?

Thanks pretendtofly for the birthday wishes❤😘 and the prompt. this was only suppose to be 100-200 word drabbles but ending up being 500 words whoops 😂. I hope you enjoy this fluffy drabble.

Anniversary surprise.

Read on A03 here:

“CARLOS” Tk giggled as Carlos covered his eyes with his hands.

“It’s a surprise”

“You know i hate surprises, come on are we almost there”.

“Only a few more steps” Carlos explained as Tk ungraciously tripped over thin air.

“hey babe, easy” Carlos laughed as he grabbed Tk to steady him.

“I know you're excited, but I don't need another trip to the hospital.”

“I can’t see where we're going, I'm uncoordinated at the best of times even with full vision” Tk laughed.

“Okay were here”

“Finally” Tk exclaims.

“Surprise Babe”

As Carlos removed his hands, Tk stood there looking around in stunned silence.

“Oh my God” Tk looked up at Carlos smiling. In front of them was a wide metal pen filled with puppies. Labradors, Dalmatians, chihuahuas and Austin's own popular breed the blue lacy.

“Happy Anniversary Babe "Carlos whispered before kissing the side of Tk Heads.

Tk is just standing there in shock looking at his fiancé, he’s in heaven. Tk adores all animals but there's just something about a dog that makes a family feel complete.

“Now babe, we can only choose one, I know they're all adorable but I think we should start with one for now.” Carlos laughs.

“Omg i love you” Tk exclaimed, kissing Carlos before running over to the fence and in typical Tk style diving over the fence into the array of puppies. Carlos joining him in a more calm and cautious manner.

By the time Carlos reaches Tk, he is already sitting on the floor with multiple puppies climbing over him to get his attention.

“I’m in heaven Carlos, how am i going to choose just the one” Tk exclaims, laughing as a Labrador licks Tk’s cheek.

“I thought we could choose together, see which one likes us both”

“I think this little monkey is winning” Tk smiled as a small chocolate Labrador was licking Tk’s face all over.

The puppy Labrador pauses his attack on Tk’s face, looking over at Carlos quizzically before looking back at Tk. The Chocolate Lab barked quietly before jumping on Carlos lap who is sitting beside tk.

“I think someone chose us” Tk laughed as Carlos was pushed down by the hyper puppy.

“He or she is just as bad as you are” Carlos exclaimed looking back over at Tk who was smiling at the sight of Carlos and an adorable puppy.

Smiling, Carlos and Tk got up from the pen and went in search of the lady to adopt the chocolate lab. Talking with the adoption lady they find out the puppy is a girl and is ready to go home straight away.

“So what shall we name her babe? '' Carlos asks as they are now sitting in the car with the chocolate lab sitting curled into Tk’s lap.

“What about Aurora? After our favourite night. The night we sat under the stars watching the aurora borealis”.

“Tk I love it, I think it’s perfect” Carlos smiles as he pulls up to a red light. Quickly glancing over at Tk. Carlos leans over to kiss Tk quickly and rubs Aurora’s head.

“Now let's go home and enjoy our new little family” Carlos says as he turns back to the road, heading in the direction of home.

[bloodsweatandpotato]

Day 26

“Why did you save me?”

Fandom: Original work (teeth marks and bubblegum)

Characters: Ethan, Liz

Tw: Discussed death, gore, mercy killing, and zombie-style-cannibalism (I swear this isn’t as bad as it sounds omg the warnings o-o)

Summary: Ethan finally asks Liz why she decided to save him that day. Angst ensues. Also this is an excuse for me to try out a super dialogue-heavy style for a drabble.

“Why?”

“Why what?” She turned to face hum, frowning slightly.

“Why did you save me?”

There was silence for a moment.

Liz spoke up. “Look, I’m only human. What am I supposed to do when I see a dying person?”

“I’m not.”

“What?”

“I’m not human.”

“Oh shut up. Just because you’ve got slightly worse impulse control and a taste for raw meat doesn’t mean you’re a biter.”

Ethan sighed. “Just call them zombies. There’s no need to be all dramatic with the naming.”

“Shut up.”

They lapsed into silence again, staring at the sunset form where they were perched on the rooftop. Liz’s dangled her legs over the edge of the building, unbothered by the fact that they were ten stories up.

Ethan turned to look at her.

“I would’ve died.”

“No shit.”

“I would’ve… become one of those.” He gestured to the street far below, where a small horde of zombies shambled aimlessly.

She sighed, realizing he wasn’t going to drop the conversation. “I know. Don’t you think I know? I knew the risks when I dragged you into that abandoned house, and I knew the risks when I dug into your fucking arm to cut away the infection. I’m not a doctor, okay, but I always wanted to be one.”

She paused for a moment.

“I wanted to be one so that I could help people. Generic, I know. I’ve never been particularly ‘gifted’ in school.” She continued, raising her hands in air quotes. “Which is why I didn’t exactly end up following through with the whole med-school dream. But… I’ve never stopped wanting to help.”

“I could’ve killed you.”

She laughed. “Oh really? If I remember correctly, you were weak as a kitten, and without any weapons, or shoes for that matter.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“I know…” She quieted.

“Nobody would’ve blamed you if you left me to die there. I… I know what I looked like. Hell, my own group turned me away.”

“Shitty group. Don’t think I haven’t seen your scars.”

“I… Yeah…” He admitted. “But still, it doesn’t matter. I was bleeding out of my nose and mouth, and I’m pretty sure my tears went bloody at some point. I was delirious, missing a sizable chunk of my arm, and on death’s doorstep. You couldn’t have really known you could bring me back. I mean, the virus-“

She cut him off. “Okay, you need to shut up. I’m not sure why you’re trying to convince me I should’ve left you for dead. What’s done is done, and for all of the thanks you keep giving me, you don’t sound very grateful right now.”

“I…”

“No, stop. I’m talking. I’ve watched too many people die. Running the risk of sounding like a generic bleeding-heart-zombie-action-hero, I just couldn’t watch another person die in front of me. I’ve stood back, done nothing. I’ve mercy killed, watched the life drain out of the bloodshot eyes of my half-turned friends. I’ve run and killed and fucking ignored the problem until they tried to take a chunk of my face off. And nothing ever gets rid of the guilt. Of the fucking sickness I feel.”

She turned to look him straight in the eye, gaze hard and fire-hot even as tears pricked in the corners of her eyes.

“I couldn’t. Maybe I’m fucking selfish. Maybe it was stupid of me to drag you away and tie you up and force water down your throat and cut and cauterize your bite and boil and heat you until you had a goddamn seizure. Maybe I caused you more pain than your life’s worth. But I would do it again. And again. In a heartbeat I’d do it again.”

She wrenched her gaze away. “Shit.”

Ethan was silent for a moment.

“I… thank you. I don’t know what else to say. I just… you have to know that you didn’t ‘cause me more pain than my life’s worth’. I… to be honest, I don’t remember much of anything after I got bit and before I really woke up.”

He was lying, of course.

He remembered the pain.

The heat.

The terror, and the wishes for everything to end, for himself to just die.

He remembered the hunger and the delirium and the horrible, horrible thoughts that came with the virus, the virus that was being ripped form his mind by the heat of his own sweltering fever.

But he didn’t say any of that.

She hummed in acknowledgment.

He reached out a hand in a clear question.

She grasped his hand.

“Now,” He smiled weakly “if you don’t stop being all broody, I’ll eat your fingers off.”

She gave a tearful smile back. “Well, if you don’t stop trying to convince me I should’ve let you die, I’ll smash your head in with my bat.”

They both laughed.

@whumptober-archive

[rrxnjun]

stress is deff a bitch but i feel like me and stress are the same now so🤡🤡

it's the 20th of august🤭 nooo that's a bit sad that u couldn't add urs but ur still a king for adding three birthdays in there🫡

WELL I HOPE THAT WONT HAPPEN AGAIN!!🤣 whaaattt that's such a long time oh my but the fact that u still had it is jaw dropping tbh

i don't understand why middle aged women have to be so rude sometimes☹️ wait i completely forgot that accents exist oh my god now thats even worse🥲 YEYY U SHOULD ARANGE ONE IN OCTOBER AS WELL COME TO THE 5SOS SHOW WITH ME/j (i'm heartbroken i have no one to go with so i probably can't attend) (i hope this doesn't break ur heart more cuz i saw ur posts about them sorry if it does☹️☹️hope i didn't cross a line with this joke☹️)

NOT TELLING ANYONE🫢 i look up to u for that cuz i'm still pretty much unable to do i suck💔 SO TRUE THE BEST DESCRIPTION I HEARD OF THEM JUST SOME GUYS!! i was so sad when yedam and mashiho left and i understand the soft spot he is such a lovely guy🥹 being a treasure stan is fun and a heartbreak but glad u admit now that ur a teume 🥲😌 ofc ofc we are sharing😵‍💫 HE IS SUCH A MENACE AND ITS SO FUNNY tbh he was the reason why i came back to tumblr cuz i wanted to see more content and things about him then i ran into the same problem as u that there are not that many writers in the fandom here tbh (or i just can't find them)💔 (sooo if u end up writing something for jihoon i will be waiting🫣)

IT SHOULDNT BREAK UR HEART IM SORRY IT WAS A CRY IN A POSITIVE WAY!!! i think it just means u portray emotions well (?) cuz every time there is a good sad scene in movies or books i just have to fight the tears back even when i was in a good mood before💔 AND THANK U FOR BEING AN AMAZING WRITER AND JUST BEING LOVELY AND READING MY LONG ASS REPLIES LMAO U ARE JUST TOO NICE OF A PERSON💖💕💝 (liebestraum anon💕)

omg 20th august is such a good bday to have im noting it down!!! 😌😌

IT IS the fic was originally supposed to be a part of collab but the writer deactivated and cancelled it but when i asked if i can keep the idea they were ok with it!! so yeah hopefully one day 💓

LOOK lets go to the concert together 😭😭 im like,, half serious and half joking 😭😭😭 i keep telling my mum about it and like the bus tickets to budapest are only 7€ and then i can find a cheap hotel and shit and i have money saved for the tickets 😭😭😭 like. budapest is objectively the closest stop to me ((even tho im still salty there is no vienna then i would go for sure) and i wanted to visit anyway 😌 but my mum doesnt wanna go w me and my dad doesnt either and i have no friends that would wanna go w me either and i am not allowed to go alone so. theres that 😭😭 i dont think ill get to go tbh im still kinda heartbroken but oh well its not the first time :// if i didnt live in such a shitty ass place this would all be easier 😭

girl i think its a miracle tbh but i got the names down. thanking my hyperfixation tendencies 💓💓💓 when i saw it i was so shocked tbh and now i keep getting sad mashidam edits on my tiktok fp and living through the pain LMAO. GIRL my crush on jihoon is getting out of control like genuinely what the fuck is happening to me- WHY IS TEUMEBLR SO DRY THO WHERE ARE THE FICS ??? i found like 3 fics and the rest are like 2 years old headcanon posts its such a struggle 😭😭 do i really have to do everything myself on this site.... (dont feed my delusions but give it a few months and if i dont fall out of them i can see myself creating a seperate treasure blog.....got a jihoon drabble idea the other day but. i will contain myself. so far he's the new main side character of the mark fic im writing 🥴)

awh you are too sweet 😭😭😭😭 thank u so so much !!!! this means the whole world to me 💓 once again was happy to hear from u, hope youre doing well ily xx

[makelemonade]

hiii can i please request for scaramouche fluff? where the reader meets him in a video game! then they realize they go to the same school, then after a while they fall in love blah blah and the rest is up to you author :>> make sure to take breaks and drink water!! (omg im very excited for scaramouche in 2.1!!)

scara goes into ur game- i literally dont have a title for this I AM SORRY

Scaramouche x GN!Reader

A/N: god the moment i saw 'scaramouche fluff' i ran to docs to start writing this

Warnings: Swearing (is that even a warning at this point) and kinda OOC Scaramouche. Alternate Universe.

(This is gonna start as small hcs/drabbles then turns into the real thing)

-ok so

-I’ve seen so many fics where we meet scara in a video game

-I’m switching it up a little

-he meets US in OUR video game

-insert scara randomly teleporting to our game and having to get used to living in it

-let’s say the game is a love story- it’s a modern love story game

-yes ik that’s boring but we got Scaramouche

-now it's time for the real thing 😉

~~~

Scaramouche groaned as he hit the ground, his head aching and eyesight blurry. “Where am I?”

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?”

His eyes widened. Why does he know that voice....

He turned around to see someone running up to him and if possible, his eyes widened even more. “What the fuck am I doing in (Insert Game Name that I couldn’t think of)

“What did you say?” You asked as you stopped running, standing in front of him.

“Uh....nothing. Sorry what did you say before?”

“I asked if you were alright!” You said, eyes full of concern. “Didn’t you just fall out of that tree?”

“Tree, what tree?” He asked.

You blinked. “Do you have a concussion? The tree you just fell from, right behind you!”

He turned around to see a pretty tall tree and understood immediately.

Right, this is how the game starts. He thought.

“Do you go to (Name of High School)? Maybe the nurse can check up on you?”

He smiled. If he remembered correctly, In the game, he did go to your high school. He just had to stick along to the story!

He almost snorted- yea hell no would he completely stick along to the story. He will make sure he makes it as chaotic as possible!

“Yea, I do. But really, I don’t need a nurse. I’ll be fine!”

You scoffed, “yea right. You have a big bump on your head, your coming with me...uh, what’s your name?”

“Scaramouche.”

“You sure you go to my high school? I’ve never heard that name before.”

He chuckled, “I’m not well known. No friends, you know?”

You smiled. “Well, allow me to introduce myself! I’m Y/N L/N, and I am now your friend!”

“This is so childish.” He murmured.

“Deal with it. Now, fandango man, lets go see the nurse!” You grabbed his hand and started walking to the school.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Scara-darling it is!”

“Don’t call me that either.”

“Your no fun!”

-back to hcs cuz I suck at writing full stories

-he doesn’t stick to the story line at all, and instead does a bunch of new things

-In the game, he was supposed to fall for all your pranks, and you always shamelessly flirted with him, but not today! He already knew all of the pranks so now he could dodge them!

-and the shameless flirting? Well, let’s say he meets the captain of the volleyball team: Childe, who is your best friend.

-Childe annoys the shit out of him, but he gets advice from him and a volleyball player named Kaeya about flirting.

-next day, he’s a pro flirter.

-he even tries out for the volleyball team! And despite being short, he makes it! (hAikyuu-)

-but he then realized it meant he couldn’t spend as much time with you.

-volleyball practice was during your break, so he couldn’t eat with you anymore.

-so he skips some practices to go see you!

-Childe doesn’t really care, he approves of what’s going on between you and Scara despite you not even knowing about it yet.

-sometimes when walking in the halls, he’ll hold your hand and rub circles in your palm

-but your so dense you still think your just friends

-now, in the game, it’s you who first confesses your feelings at the end

-he’s scared because he didn’t stick to the plot- what if it changed and you don’t like him and your not gonna confess?

-so, he went to the only person he could think of: Rosalyne (Signora)

-she told him everything you liked, and what days your busy and where he should confess

-Monday, under the tree where he first met you and the one he ‘fell from’

-he was nervous, REALLY nervous, and also embarrassed because Childe and Signora were hiding behind said tree so they could hear everything and comfort Scaramouche if anything goes wrong

~~~

Scaramouche felt his heart beat a lot faster when he saw you walking towards him. “They're coming.” He whispered.

“You can do it!” Childe whispered from behind the tree.

“Yea, or we gave you all that advice for nothing!”

His eyes widened at the new voice, “Kaeya what are you doing here?”

“You really think I would miss out on this? Hell no!”

Signora scoffed. “Be quiet their here!”

They went silent and you stood just a few feet away from him. “Hey Scara! What’s up?”

“Y/N...” He walked closer to you, taking ahold of your hands and not letting go of them.

“Hey what’s wrong? Your shaking..” you said, noticing how shaky his hands were while holding yours.

He smiled, “It’s because I’m nervous. Y/N, these past few months have been amazing and...and...fuck I swear I had a whole speech ready.”

He could practically hear Childe facepalming behind the tree and Signora smacking him.

“Listen Y/N, I like you, like a lot, like a lot a lot a lot. Your just so fucking funny and nice and- remember the day you met me, right under this tree? You were so sweet! How could I not like you?”

Your eyes were wide, “You like me?”

“Yes you dumbass! Are you dense or something? I said it like four ti-“ He was cut off when YOU FUCKING KISSED HIM

INSERT SCARA SCREAMING INTERNALLY AND NOT KNOWING WHAT TO DO BUR ENDS UP KISSING YOU BACK

The three behind the tree look to see what was happening, and they all screamed when they saw you and Scara kissing that you both jumped when you heard.

“Seriously?!” Scaramouche scoffed, “We were having a fucking moment!”

-god Childe and Kaeya will never let this go

-they probably recorded the whole thing

[lordmypantsaresocool]

katsuki angst drabble. no comfort cause i like crying.

*********************

you loved katsuki. really you did. he infuriated you at times but he always made up for it with his weird yet sweet gestures and actions. there was a time when you hated him but the moments you had with him were able to melt your icy heart and his cold and rude demeanor.

but it was different this time.

katsuki’s gestures and swoon worthy moments wouln’t be able to get him out of this hole. it was too late. the icy heart he had spent so long trying to melt was once again tossed into the tundra for far too long. and you didn’t know if could ever have it back.

“god!” katsuki screamed. “why can’t you see that i love you, you shitty woman!” his hands were making sparks and he clenched them close when he saw your eyes glaring holes into them. and then to him.

you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, “don’t fucking scream at me right now, bakugo.” your voice was eerily calm, but there was a sense of wavering in them. you had also never called him by anything but his give name, and he realized just then how serious and angry you were. “i can’t see that i love you,” you clenched your jaw. “because you never show it anymore. because you never do your sweet gestures that made me fall for you in the first place. because i never see you anymore! because you’re… you’re not here.”

his heart broke at your vulnerability. at how your own voice cracked at your last sentence.

“you’re never here anymore, bakugo. never come home anymore.” you sniffled, wiping at your nose and sitting down on the couch. “a-and,” you stuttered. “i know you’re stressed and trying to become number one and save everyone, but what am i supposed to do while i wait? im 24, suki. i should be off living my best college post-grad life. starting a new chapter with you. not the memory of you.”

katsuki couldn’t handle your emotions anymore. he couldn’t handle the pain of hearing what you went through while he was trying to get an extra workout or another hour of waiting. of what he put you through for the sake of his goals. “y/n… i-im sorry,” he struggled to get out. “i’ll do better i swear. i’ll be the best fucking boyfriend you’ve ever seen.”

you scoffed, rolling your eyes at him. “you sure about that? cause i remember a very similar promise being made two months ago.”

he clenched his jaw. you were right. you had brought this up with him three times before this argument, but you ended up relenting much easier because he said he’d do better. and you believed in him. you believed in the both of you. and for the week after he did. he made you breakfast in bed before he went to work, came home on time for dinner, talked to you.”until he went back to his heartbreaking routine again. he couldn’t even make up an excuse. it wasn’t in his nature. he had failed you. he didnt like failing.

“just let me have one more chance…”

you closed your eyes again, because after three chances and three arguments, he finally realized the consequences of his mistakes. and that like you, his wavering voice showed the hesitancy in the relationship. that he too was giving up. and it hurt. you knew that no matter what, you’d leave. but still, it hurt knowing that he wasn’t going to fight anymore.

“you’ve had three.” and then you slammed the door on your way out.

***************

bakugo never went after you. he thought it was the decent thing to do. to atleast let you move on. and for him to be able to focus on becoming number one hero too.

sometimes he regrets it. he thinks and looks back on what was and what could’ve been. on the times you spent together as neighbors, how you supported him when he was first starting out as a hero, and when he needed reassurance after the guilt from all might’s retirement. he thinks on how your future might’ve been if he had given a little more to the relationship. on the family you two would create. on all the future dinner dates he missed because he gave too little and took too much.

this was one of those regretful times.

you had uploaded a mirror picture of you and hawks on your bed with a breakfast tray. you were pressed against hawks with a wide smile on your face. his left wing pulled you closer to him and he had a soft smile on his face as he looked at you. hawks looked utterly in love. bakugo could tell just from his expression. he had the same one on after all.

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omg what? longest thing i’ve ever written with just my phone keyboard. my thumbs kinda hurt now lmao. anyways repost and tell me what else i should write y’all.

[june-again]

Do you have any good hq blog recs

no 😤 BUT I do have some FANTASTIC recs!! this ended up as me yelling about my moots for about two hours but it's okay. I tried to include a fic rec with each person because they're all WOW. but it was so hard picking just one in many instances pls (in alphabetical order bc there are many)

@bokubonk - I LITERALLY BINGED A TON OF MAI'S STUFF AT ONE POINT BECAUSE I PHYSICALLY COULD NOT STOP . i have so many recommendations but i have to settle for "your name" with tanaka because h h hhhh she he him tanaka HE WOW CHARACTERIZATION

@/cafemiya - (I'M LITERALLY TOO INTIMIDATED BY HER TO ACTUALLY TAG HER LOL FDSJDKFLSKJ) i swear this WOMAN 😭😭😭 i am in love with her blog and her writing? there's really nothing to say except for WOW🌸 and please go read Romancing because it is one of my favourite fics on the planet &lt;3

@daddyjackfrost - WJOW HANA IS UNMATCHED WHEN IT COMES TO VIVID WRITING VNWENOIFN plus she is very funny and definitely someone i want to just, like, be stuck with for a few hours KJDLFSJLK okay it was hard to pick one but i really liked her claustrophobic s/o drabble and also um. this atsumu fic. but warning there is angst. like a lot of angst. hana defn be queen of angst tho

@fail-big - jenny is so interesting to talk to and her writing reflects what a deep thinker she is. the angst BURNS but it is so well written that it's addicting hhhhhh pls the iwaizumi trilogy "savior of stains" AND OMG fdskjLJLKSFD "goose" WAS ACTUALLY A MASTERPIECE I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW how am i supposed to only pick a few just go read them all guys wow

@floralkawa - okay first off the colours and aesthetic are VERY nice and your tsukishima fic "i love(d) you" brought me spain without the s I LOVE YOUR WRITING YOU ARE SO TALENTED AND LITERALLY THE SWEETEST okey &lt;3

@gummimint - LOVELY RAIN okay yet another insanely aesthetic blog and i am SO EXCITED TO READ "Made With Love" LIKE??!? PRINCE!KAGEYAMA >>>> I AM HERE FOR IT kdfSKJJKFLSD ily

@hajkyyuu - WHOWH AI they are MINDBLOWING i still think about the iwaizumi/ushijima hurt/comfort scenarios a lot ,,, they wrote them so well pls ;_;

@/iwaizoom - (i am yet again too intimidated to tag sdkjflak) jade was one of the first blogs i followed when i got tumblr and i have yet to unfollow her, so that has to say enough about how much i adore her. her fic only one was very nice and made me think a little too much about atsumu. ahhhh >,> (UM SHE JUST POSTED THIS TODAY BUT I'M . I KNOW I'M GOING TO READ THIS SEVERAL TIMES SO AHHH 11:53AM) **please be aware there is some nsfw content

@iwasumi - k if there's one person i have a crush on on this app it's vale SDJKLFKLSD ily and i also might have read 4am more than once because making out with iwaizumi >>>> also you're the funniest human being and it gives me life that you know how sexy u are AND YOUR ART DOn'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON YOUR ART

@kailleiobrien - MY WIFE MY WIFE SHE IS THE REASON I STARTED WRITING FANFICTION AND STILL DO WITHOUT HER IDK WHERE I WOULD BE PLS I <333 okay gonna link "everything is perfect" because everyone deserves a little tanaka fluff

@kei7ime - man chloe's blog's aesthetic >>> okay but top of the castle just. wow. her writing makes me want to cry because it's just NSNDFKKND like i admire her so much how does she </3 how <3

@kirishimas-manly-eyeliner - ellie writes for mha AND hq like another multifandom QUEEN ugh she has the cutest headcanons and i loved her hugs hcs with hinata, bo, + kenma like OW my heart but in a good way (ILY ELLIE YOU BRING ME SO MUCH JOY)

@kutokawa - (HI SORRY FOR TAGGING U ILY NFSDN) okay besides the fact that i am obsessed with how aesthetic her theme is - ALYSSA IS WONDERFUL AND SUCH A TALENTED WRITER AHHH (and Brew-tiful made me malFUNCTION like wow there's oikawa and then there's this oikawa) also koulyssa supremacy, yeah nuff said

@dearkousei - ISAAAAAAAA okay no bc her apocalypse!au with tanaka and even more importantly her comfort scenarios with an s/o with acne... i can't express how much i love her writing and how important it is that y'all go follow her. (edit: she moved accounts)

@lucyheartfilias-wife - MOMO <3 she writes for hq, bnha, AND ft like i admire the ability to be so present in 3 fandoms holy guac and of cOURSE I AM OBSESSED WITH "THE SETTER'S HELP" jklsdKJLFD in all momo's writing is just so vivid and full and wonderful to consume bABY <333 (bye i had to put akaashi's first kiss here too)

@nadisabug - <3 nadia is actually the sweetest human and . there is no fic that compares to her hurt/comfort with tanaka, Hey Stupid, ILY (yes i requested it BUT i was not disappointed yall i have reblogged it at least twice)

@nepenthendline - CHLOE <3 she is also incredibly hard working and definitely someone i look up to a lot like ahhh hfasdlkh she has so many adorable headcanons but of course i have to reccommend the tanaka relationship headcanons because i . might like tanaka a little or something. but there are sO many things. she has written so many things. AHHHHhh ** please be aware there is some nsfw content

@pxnk-velvet - ANGIE ANGIE ANGIE i love her blog the purple and her masterlists and the fanart header 😩😩 my fav has to be her comfort hcs with the karasuno 2nd years like i'm. i have never simped for ennoshita like that bro (AND OF COURSE TANAKA AS ALWAYS). ** please be aware there is some nsfw content

@tsumussweetheart - LEAFY 😩😩 one of the nicest people you'll ever meet and her blogs colours are to die for PLUS EVERY TIME I SEE FUTAKUCHI I THINK OF "Figure 8" I NEVER USED TO SIMP FOR HIM AND NOW -- AHHHH i want to hold his hand

@snoozless - elle is the epitome of the word "kind" like WHO IS SHE THO akdsKLJADS she is so talented at so many things INCLUDING ART AND WRITING GUAC GO READ "BEYOND WORDS" AND "OUT OF ORBIT" WITH AKAASHI THEY'RE BOTH WOW

@theuntamedmulti - NO BC SHE IS SUCH AN INTERESTING PERSON and she simps for aone AND kyoutani WOW she is a queen and. her ukai fic. her UKAI FIC. vivian i love you and please continue to shine &lt;3

that took awhile lol! but I admire every one of these writers so much so I hope you check some out! thank u for this ask hajsjsh sorry I answered sorta late

@ everyone on this list + everyone reading this:

[jingerhead]

For a birthday present to me can you pls write some wholesome twinyard content.

Like hurt/comfort for smth

You're amazing and I love your writing <3

BIRTHDAY?! Omg so many birthdays today, happy birthday to you!! I am 100% happy to give you a little drabble about wholesome twinyards. This is as close I can get to hurt/comfort as I can right now lmao. Thank you so much lovely, I hope you have a good birthday!

~*~

The house seemed to go from quiet to noisy, the cycle constant as Katelyn's labor progressed. Aaron couldn't stop pacing in the living room since she'd kicked him out of the bedroom, telling him that his panic was making her panic and, thus, the baby panic. When she'd decided she wanted to do a home birth Aaron had tried to be supportive, but he was a doctor, and there had to be a reason so many pregnant women went to the hospital to give birth, right?

Katelyn's mother was helping her, along with her friend, a nurse-midwife. And Aaron trusted his wife, he really did, but every terrible scenario kept coming to him, and he was sure he was going to lose his mind if nothing happened for another hour. He couldn't stop thinking about one of the women rushing out, telling him to dial 911, that something bad had happened or that it was too late...

"Katelyn was right," Andrew said from the couch, peeking one eye open to look at Aaron.

"Right about what?" Aaron snapped, continuing to pace. He kept glancing at the bedroom door whenever he could hear Katelyn let out any noise, prepared to rush in and help if he had to.

"You stink up the room with your panic."

"Thanks," Aaron said, continuing his path. He walked until he reached their kitchen island, then turned and walked up to the small fireplace next to the couch his brother was sitting on. Andrew had come over to be support, because Katelyn must've sensed something like this would happen and told Aaron that their baby's uncle being there when she was born was part of their 'birth plan'.

It was fucking strange, but when Aaron had called to awkwardly ask, Andrew hadn't hesitated to book a flight. He'd been living with them for two days now, along with Katelyn's mother. As much as Aaron loved his family, he couldn't wait to have the house alone for just him, Katelyn, and their daughter. Sophia - she had a name, she was on the way. Might as well use it.

As the 'birth plan' could suggest, Sophia was about the most planned baby in existence. They had waited until they had graduated and worked two full years to even begin suggesting kids, and another to get Aaron convinced he wouldn't fuck up parenthood. He knew he had no example of a good parent in his life, and he had been sure he'd end up being just as terrible as all the adults in his life. When it had gotten too bad, Katelyn convinced him to reach out to their family and get more than just her opinion.

Almost annoyingly, it had worked.

Aaron had first called Andrew, explaining the situation as best he could, and Andrew has basically told him to shut up and stop worrying. He'd suggested finding parenting books if Aaron was so nervous to be a dad, and also had the nerve to pass the phone to Josten, who only had to say three words before Aaron was ready to find these books just so he wouldn't have to talk to the man anymore.

But he'd also talked to Wymack, and had a conversation with Nicky. In the end, he and Katelyn made plans for a baby, and she was going to be arriving soon. Any minute, maybe. Aaron had no clue how far along she was in labor.

"I can hear you thinking," Andrew said, bringing Aaron out of his thoughts.

Aaron finally stopped pacing to glare at his brother, who looked like he was about to fall asleep with his head tipped back on the couch. The fact that he could sleep through something like this was almost impressive, and equally unsettling. "What else am I supposed to do?" Aaron asked, running a hand through his hair.

"Calm the fuck down," Andrew suggested. "Sit down."

He didn't want to, but Aaron only challenged Andrew's look for a few seconds, eventually caving and sitting next to his brother. Andrew sat with his arms folded and his head back, eyes still closed. Maybe the fact that he was trying to sleep was because it was currently two in the morning. Aaron couldn't fathom the idea of sleep at the moment.

From the bedroom, Katelyn let out a frustrated yell. Aaron wanted to rush in there, but he knew it wouldn't help, and Andrew opened one eye to watch him, anyways. He started tapping his socked foot on the carpet, needing to do something instead of just sit on the couch. He and Andrew had come a long way since Palmetto, able to confide in each other if needed, but Aaron already knew what Andrew would say if he voiced his worries.

He decided to do it anyway. Just to get it off his chest. "Andrew, what if I do it wrong?" he asked.

Andrew hummed in a bored note, closing his eye again. "Don't think there's a right way to be a parent."

Aaron made a fist, his fingernails digging into his sweaty palms. He'd been thinking this for a while, sure everyone knew, but had never said it out loud. "What if...what if I'm like them?" he asked.

There were too many he had to refer to. Tilda. Luther. Maria. Their ghost of a father. He didn't know which one to choose.

"You won't be," Andrew said, blinking awake and sitting up straighter.

"There's no way to prove that."

"There is."

Aaron looked to his brother, argument on his tongue, but swallowed it back when he saw the far-away look on Andrew's face. He looked at the bedroom door, then back at Aaron. The only thing that filled the silence for a few moments was from the women inside the bedroom, but Aaron heard no cries yet.

"Because you're like this," Andrew said, leaning back again. "You care enough about her to think that in the first place. Do you think any of them ever thought that?"

Aaron slowly shook his head. "No," he admitted.

"Then you'll be fine," Andrew said, much more quietly. "You're not doing it alone."

He wasn't. Aaron took a deep breath and thought the words to himself for a moment, nodding to himself a few times. "Okay."

"Good. Go see your wife."

Aaron nodded and got up, slowly walking towards the bedroom door. He paused with one hand on the door handle, the other raised to knock, and glanced over his shoulder. Despite his relaxed position, Aaron was sure Andrew had some anxiety of his own about the situation. He could never see him and Josten with children of their own, but despite everything about the two of them, he wanted them in his daughter's life.

"You're not bad at this," Aaron decided to say. Andrew shrugged once in response. "And I think you'll be a good uncle."

Andrew blinked, then jerked his chin in a 'go on' gesture. Aaron turned his back and knocked on the door.

[lilacslovers]

💎 Lilac x Gordie {Royalty + Royal Guard AU Fic} Chapter One | The Meeting 💎

aaa i’m so happy! i’ve finished a fic of the first meeting of my s/i and gordie in the royalty au <3

yes it does say chapter one but. idk if this a proper series, its possibly a figurative ‘lets start from chapter one !’ its also just. omg it’s just a chapter like. not even a drabble. just a whole chapter HSJSND

but i truly hope you guys enjoy this! :0 (fic is in the keep reading !! ^^)

•••

The dark oak-stained carriage rattled around Lilac with every prance of Rapidash transporting it, the tight space and cool, pillowy seats barely making up for the sheer cold she was moving into.

In her gloved hands lied a handwritten letter from the Royals in Circhester; a neat cursive paragraph requesting her and her other guard apprentices to protect their home. After all, they would need good protection to hide their most precious jewels in the family, and they required the best of the best. In a way, it flattered Lilac to know they wanted her to assist them.

She folded the letter back into her sac tied at her waist, cuddling into her cape in shock from the sudden Circhesterian chill; she wasn’t too far from the castle now, and wished that they could’ve made her Royal Guard uniform more cozy inside. Perhaps they considered this weather late spring or summer temperatures...

Off guard, the shrill of Rapidash’s cry as it finally came to a halt nearly catapulted her into the rock-hard wood in front of her. She gasped in relief to have caught herself in time, straightening herself to correct such unawareness.

A crunch came from the snow as she dropped down from her carriage, a bag with her necessities slinged over her armoured shoulder. Walking to the near entrance, she turned to the coachman.

“Brr, it’s quite cold around here! You better stay safe in that house, Lilac!” he said, smiling cheerfully.

“Thank you, coachman.” she replied, turning next to the Rapidash, stroking its soft mane.

“And thank you, Rapidash.” she grinned at the Pokémon, in which it whinnied gleefully in response.

Walking across the tiled road to Circhester Castle, the snowy bushes brushed up against her, gorgeously grown flowers to withstand the eternal cold peeked their heads out of the fluffy hedges. Already employed guards outside were gossiping to each other about the family; perhaps they were new guards, like herself. Lilac halted, gaining the attention of the two guards at the grand door they stood up against.

Lilac decided to break the tension between them.

“I am incredibly sorry to interrupt. I am Lilac. I am here to sign myself into the occupation of Guard. I have a letter from the castle itself if you were to want it-“

Before her quiet voice were to finish her sentence, the doors loudly creaked open, revealing the Queen herself; the entrance surprised all three of the guards, yet they all retained the same serious face to show their composure. The Queen gave Lilac a stern look...

“Oh!” came the cheery exclamation of the Queen Melony, holding her hand to her face. “Welcome, dear! I suppose you must be the new Indoor Guard, correct?”

“I- um,” Lilac mumbled, clearing her throat to free the words she had before being surprised. “Yes, your Majesty. I have brought your letter. It is an honour to work with you.”

“Come inside!” invited the Queen. “‘Tis warmer in here, after all! I’ll show you to your position here in the castle.”

“Ah, thank you, your Majesty.”

•••

The warmth of the castle quickly defrosted Lilac’s freezing arms, and the sudden relaxation couldn’t help but make her stare in wonder at the details within: the castle walls were extremely high, regal tapestries hung. Across the tapestries came multiple family portraits from popular artists, and looking closely at the painting would reveal details drawn ever so to-the-point, it made Lilac ponder how someone could even make such a realistic piece in a time limit...

“Oh, I must say,” the Queen began to state. “My children can be quite the troublemakers, hoho... My youngest, a daughter and three sons, I believe they sometimes choose whom they like to see more often, more with my sons, I think. But... my oldest...”

She stopped in her tracks, and so did Lilac.

“... Well, he’s heir to the Throne, now. He possibly cannot choose who he works with, hoho!”

“I see, your Majesty.” Lilac lightly smiled to match the emotion of the Queen’s conversation. “I shall wish the Prince congratulations on being first to the Throne.”

“Oh, he would simply love that,” the Queen chortled. “He is quite the sensible man. I do hope he is excited to rule... I’ve had quite the years around here.”

It was hard for Lilac to decipher who this Prince was; after all, the long generations of family portraits across the wall couldn’t help Lilac’s imagination at all.

Queen Melony pointed to a space by a door, where Lilac stationed herself onto.

“Perfect! Your routine will to be to guard at this area, as well as to watch the household members around here if needed.

You will also patrol around here with other guards around 12 to 1 o’clock PM. Is that understood?”

“Yes, your Majesty.” Lilac agreed, straightening herself stoically. The Queen promptly smiled, and as she went out of sight, another guard poked their head out from the corner.

“Psst, hey. New guard.” they squeaked.

Lilac made eye contact with the other new guard.

“Have you seen Prince Gordie yet?”

“Who?”

“Prince Gordie!” another guard peeped. “C’mon, ‘who?’ Like, the Prince that is, like, constantly just... around? And cool?”

“I really don’t mean to be out of the loop, but...” Lilac held her chin to think. “I haven’t heard anything about any Prince Gordie... All I heard back from my town was when the Queen of Circhester came to visit, and when she did, it was never a ‘visit’ visit, only a ‘come to check out the best carriages’ visit.”

“Oh my Arceus, the Prince...!” yet another guard joined the conversation. “He looked shortly at me once. I just... I felt so seen...”

Oh, brother. Lilac looked away, until the commotion of the group caught her attention once again.

“Ah, look, there he comes...!”

A man came from the depths of the hallway, and suddenly it felt like everything was going slower - or perhaps Lilac was imagining things...

The man had his soft hair tied into a well-kept short ponytatail, as well as his soft and cute lapis eyes kept relaxed and sensual.

He walked with such confidence only a prince could ever have, his cape drifting gently across the satin carpets below. A slight jingling sound came from his minimalistic, yet beautiful necklace around his collar, the pendant resting on his chest where his relaxed blouse shaped the area around such jewellery.

His shoes lightly skipped across the satin carpets to not make even one noise, yet his heels made an dull tap that satisfyingly echoed across the area.

Whatever decent vision Lilac had of the Prince completely went from her mind; the Prince of Circhester, in her eyes, was indeed quite more handsome than she thought.

The guards squealed in delight, making all sorts of gestures to make Prince Gordie look over.

“Gordie! Could you please have a quick discussion with us? We need to talk to you about something?”

... And suddenly, all light the Prince had in his eyes disappeared as soon as he looked at them.

“... Gordie?” his deep, muttering voice repeated, his eyebrows furrowed. Lilac could see the optimism drain from the group, herself shivering along with them even if not involved.

“Never, in all my life, have I heard a stranger call me only by my first name. From what I recall, my title here is ‘Prince Gordie of Circhester’. Is that correct?” his angered voice paused for a while to let the guards rapidly nod their heads, truly attempting to not get into trouble.

“Yes. Now, all I want to hear from you few now is to refer to me as ‘Prince Gordie’. If you cannot, then ‘your Highness’, but if you can’t even manage a formal tone with a prince, you shall expect to be evicted from this castle. Is that understood?”

The guards nodded once again, mumbling out a few ‘Understood, Prince Gordie’s out from their held breath.

“Now. Don’t you have some patrolling to do? It is, after all, 12 o’clock. Go.”

The guards scurried away slowly, cowering from the unfortunate interaction.

Lilac, afraid herself of getting into an altercation, began to steadily inch her way around one corner.

“Please wait.” the Prince interrupted in a much normal, albeit naturally deep tone. Lilac hastily straightened her back once again, turned to face him.

“I did not mean you, I apologise for any confusion.” he stated, grinning. “It’s not actually 12, I just wanted them to leave, hehe.”

“My complete mistake, your Highness.” Lilac replied. “That is quite a tactic to make somebody leave, it’s certainly impressive, your Highness.”

“Hm,” Prince Gordie hummed, taking his chin with one hand. “Tell me, what is your name?”

Lilac paused, finding herself quite confounded at his question; oftentimes, asking for a guard’s name would be informal, as was taught in training.

“Ah, um, if you want it, It’s Lilac, your Highness.”

“Lilac, eh?” Prince Gordie grinned to himself. “A fitting, lovely name for a lovely guard.”

Lilac’s heart struck from the compliment, trying not to show any emotion upon her face, but the Prince began to speak again.

“I must go. I have quite a lot of errands to do.” he sighed, flicking his hair away from his vision.

“But, I do hope to see you again... Lilac.”

Prince Gordie gave a wave as he walked back out of the corridor, Lilac waving goodbye at the same time. As soon as he went completely, she faced the brick wall, intensely pondering the peculiar conversation she had had...

Surely...? Surely, he wasn’t trying to get her into trouble...? But, why would he take interest of only getting her name? Perhaps he was... No, absolutely not, Princes don’t form relationships with their servants...!

Unless, Prince Gordie wanted to?

Nevertheless, Lilac herself had duties to do. But, as she began to walk away, she couldn’t help but think as she rested her palm on her blushing cheek...

[daveeddiggsit]

If you do decide to do spooky drabbles, can write about moving in to your new home and realizing ghost!thom still lives there? He's not trying to get you to leave. He just hasn't had company in so long

omg i am absolutely in love with this idea! such potential for plot lol i had a lot of fun writing this. it ended up being way longer than anticipated.

You sigh, completely spent from your long day of unpacking. Moving into your new apartment has been exhausting to say the absolute least. Your back aches, your legs are extremely sore… and to be completely frank, all you want is to pass out on the mattress you’ve just finished setting up.

Unfortunately, someone… or something has different plans.

When you go to turn off your lamp table and head to sleep, an annoying tapping sound keeps repeating itself over and over again.  You’re not sure what it was until you look over to your window to see that it is open and the wind is blowing your curtains against your dresser.

Weird. You distinctly remember closing it 15 minutes ago… 

You must be more tired than you think. Sighing loudly, you turn your lamp back on and climb out of bed to close it, making sure to lock it tightly this time.

When you turn back around, you’re met with the sight of a man who seems to be around your age.

“I was doin’ ya a favor, darling, you should have left it open. 've heard it gets hot in here at night.” His voice is deep, yet soft at the same time, but his tone is nonchalant. He’s leaning back (or at least he seems to be) against a wall with his arms crossed in the corner of your bedroom, wearing a white sweater and a dark pair of pants.

His sudden presence absolutely terrifies you. 

“What are you doing here, you sicko? You think it’s cool to prey on girls and sneak into their room?!” You yell, trying to sound as strong as possible, but with a random, possibly crazy and dangerous intruder in your home, it’s difficult to keep your voice completely leveled. “Get out of my room! Get out of my home!”

It’s his turn to look surprised. With widened eyes and raised eyebrows, the man stares at you in shock. “Wait a minute, you can see me?”

While still terrified of the man in front of you, you let your anger and annoyance take the reins for a bit. “Yeah, dumbass. You’re not invisible, you know. You aren’t as stealthy as you think.”

He pushes himself off the wall so that he stands upright. “You can hear me, too?”

Ignoring him, your eyes search around the room for your phone. It’s on the bedside table right next to where he’s standing. Damn, calling the cops won’t be an option.

“Listen, I don’t have much here, okay? I just moved in, I’m running low on funds at the moment, I gave all my cash to the movers. Take what you want. Just… please don’t hurt me.” Your voice wavers slightly, but you remain strong as you search for a weapon nearby. Unfortunately, anything weapon-like is still in the many boxes that litter your room.

You stay frozen for a few more seconds before you jump into action, going on the offensive to drive whoever that man is out of your new home. Grabbing the closest thing to you, which is one of your new fluffy pillows that you just bought for the move in, you chuck it in the man’s direction… but it goes straight through him and hits the wall behind him.

Taking a small step forward, the man puts his hands up in a surrender position. “Hey, woah there, miss, calm down, alright? I’m not gonna hurt you. ‘M not robbin’ the place, I promise.”

You give him a puzzled, yet still frightened expression. “T-then what are you doing here? Who… what… are you? Why did the pillow…?”

He takes another step forward, this time with his hands up in a surrender position. He’s cautious with his next words. “I live here — well… I’m stuck here. It’s a long story. Just… don’t be afraid.” When you shrink back as he moves closer to you again, he continues to speak and try to calm you down. “It’ll be alright. Really, I just wanna talk, sweetheart. Relax.”

“Don’t call me ‘sweetheart,’ I don’t even know you.” You say cautiously, backing up until your back hits the wall behind you. A few feet separate you two from each other. “Also, excuse me if I seem a bit tense at the fact that there is a random man inside of my room telling me not to be afraid…”

It isn’t until now that you realize that he’s actually quite attractive. His curls frame his face perfectly and his facial hair seems to be perfectly groomed, cut at just the perfect length. His brown eyes, although dull and somewhat empty are kind as they look down at you.

You don’t let that faze you, though.

“I suppose I should introduce myself, then.” He says with a wide grin before he sends you a small wave. “My name is Thomas Jefferson, and I’m not a man. Well — I am… I mean, I was, but not anymore. I, um… I— my… body died in this place years ago and my soul is trapped here.”

Thomas stumbles over his words and it seems that it’s a struggle for him to speak on that topic. However, that doesn’t stop you from being surprised at his claim.

He continues after you’re silent for a few seconds. “It’s been years since I’ve talked to someone. Actually, I haven’t spoken with anyone since… it happened. I, uh… understand if you don’t wanna speak to me, but… it’s nice to have a conversation with someone again.”

His soul is trapped here? In your home? He’s a spirit?

You shake your head slowly. “...but you look so real. How does that work?”

Thomas shrugs. “‘M not sure. None of the other tenants could ever see or hear me. I’m pretty sure you’re just special.” A small grin pulls at his lips. “So, what’d’ya say, sweetheart? You believe in ghosts?”

“I…” You trail off, staring at him. While only a few feet away, you can see him more detailed than you could before. You notice that his skin color is slightly greyed and there is no life that illuminates his eyes, but that doesn’t make him any less attractive. “I’m really the only one who can see you?” You ask, your gaze drifting back up to his.

“I guess so,” he says softly. “Like I said, I think you’re special.”

“I guess I am.” You murmur, looking away to sort out your thoughts. It’s a lot to take in, but you’re not entirely spooked (not anymore, at least) at the fact that you’re conversing with a… ghost in your room in the middle of a Saturday night.

“So, your name is Thomas?”

He nods, happy to hear his name come off somebody else’s tongue after years of not being acknowledged. His smile is small as he lets out a soft, “yeah.”

“Well,” you sigh, looking back at him. “If I’m going to be seeing a lot of you, then I should probably introduce myself, too. My name is Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.”