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thecharacterchronicler · 7 months

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Like An Evening Sky || Ominis Gaunt X Reader || Smut

Outline: You ask Ominis to be your date for the ball and he feels sorry that he can’t see how beautiful you are... So you help him get a much more detailed and intimate idea of what you look like.

Word Count: 2’624

Warnings: friends to lovers, explicit smut.

For the past few months, all you heard about was that the Yule Ball was coming up. Students were excitedly - and constantly - chatting about it, planning their outfits or gossiping about who will be accompanying who, it pretty much was the event of the year for those who were old enough to attend.

You had been thinking about it too, of course, but more cautiously than the others. You usually dodged the persistent questions of your friends, asking who you were hoping would ask you or why you had refused to go with Leander, which might have been your only chance of having a date.

Now a few days before the event, you still weren’t sure if you’d bother attending, even though you had promised Natsai that you’d at least dress up and go to enjoy the buffet with her.

The library was quiet, with the faint sounds of whispers and pages being turned around you, you thought that you would have felt at peace, sheltered from the buzzing energy of other students preparing for the dance, but you found yourself mulling over it way more than you wanted. The main cause of your growing frustration happened to be sitting right across from you, focused on reading an ancient book with the help of his wand.

Ominis probably was the only last year student who didn’t mention the Yule Ball coming up once. Or if he did, he never talked about it with you. Which made it even more annoying than his apparent lack of interest in it. Ominis was supposed to be your friend, your best friend even, and yet you had no idea if he was planning to go and who he had asked on a date. And to make the matter worse, he didn’t seem to care about who you were planning to go with either.

“Ominis ?” You whispered, finally gathering the courage to satisfy your curiosity, even if it meant potentially feeling very upset because of his answers.

“Yes ?” His wand stopped following the sentences in his book and his pale eyes lifted to look in your direction, showing you that you had his full attention.

“Are you going to the ball ?” You asked, nervously doodling with your quill at the top of the parchment you were writing on.

“I… No, I don’t think so. Are you ?” He replied, his voice hesitant, making you wonder if he was hiding soemething from you or if he really hadn’t given the ball a single thought until today.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, faking a detached tone. “But if you want to go, maybe we could go together ?”

You saw his eyes widen in surprise, a faint pink blush bringing color to his usually pale face.

“Uh, I guess we can… If you want.” He agreed and you let out a relieved sigh that you were sure he unmistakably noticed.

“Very well.” You said, loudly gathering your things and standing up from your seat. “Ill see you later.”

And with that, you rushed out of the library, hiding your silly smile behind your books and leaving him to study by himself, still a bit confused by your attitude.

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You spent the evening before the ball in your dorm with Natsai, nervously getting ready, trying on the dress she had convinced you to buy during your last shopping trip to Hogsmead and getting your hair up in a sophisticated updo.

Natsai didn’t pester you about your date as much as you had expected her to. When you had told her and Garreth that you had asked Ominis, neither of them seemed surprised by your choice, only by the fact that neither of you had asked each other before. Was it so obvious to everyone that you had a crush on your best friend ? And did they think he liked you back ? Because frankly, even though he had agreed to accompany you tonight, you still weren’t sure if he was doing it for the sake of your friendship or because he was hoping for something more.

You walked to the temporary ballroom with your classmates, already hearing the music seeping through the closed doors and the laughters of students resonating against the walls. Up in the stairs, you spotted a group of first years, peeking from behind the railing with curious eyes. You smiled to yourself, remembering when you were their age, dreaming about attending this event too.

“I guess we’ll see you inside.” Natsai said, bringing your attention back to your trio. You followed her gaze to the opposite hallway, immediately noticing the handsome man standing there, in a immaculate white suit. You heart leaped in your chest. Ominis really was here and he was waiting for you.

Garreth and Natsai left you, arm in arm, as they entered the party. You took a deep breath and joined Ominis, as happy to see him as it was making you nervous.

“Good evening.” You greeted, once standing in front of him. “That suit looks very nice on you.”

He gave you a polite smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, a twinge of sadness passing on his face.

“And I’m sure you look beautiful too tonight… Not that you don’t look nice on other days, I’m sure you do… What I’m saying is that you must have put in some big efforts to look even better and err… Forget it.”

You laughed, finding it cute how flustered he got with his attempt to compliment you. It was pretty unusual to see him lack self confidence and not express himself in perfect, almost diplomatic sentences. You thanked him anyway and looped your arm with his, guiding him to the ballroom.

You stood in awe at the entrance for a moment, amazed by how beautiful it looked inside. The room had been decorated in a winter theme, the snow falling from the enchanted sky above and the flickering of all the candles around making it look like you had stepped into a fairytale. You turned to Ominis, wondering if he was impressed too but the lack of reaction on his face reminded you that he couldn’t see how breathtaking it all was.

Students were dancing, others were excitedly chatting in groups and a few others were hanging by the buffet of sweets and various options of beverages. You found some of your classmates, talked and laughed together and shared a few dances with Ominis, who seemed to enjoy himself. Mostly.

But after two hours at the ball, alternating between dancing and filling your mouth with candies you never tried before, your date’s behavior changed, becoming a bit more distant and less talktative.

“Are you feeling unwell ?” You asked him, worried by how distraught he suddenly seemed.

“No… Yes.” He admitted, reluctantly. “All those people around, the music, the chatter… It’s a bit much for me too keep up with.”

“Oh, of course.” You nodded, only now understanding that he must feel overwhelmed by it all, his senses so much more sensitive than yours to compensate for his lost vision. He probably knew he’d end up feeling this way if he attended the ball, which explained why he had been trying to avoid it but he had agreed to go with you because he was a good friend and you felt awfully guilty about it now. “Let’s go outside.”

With your arm looped with his again, you guided him out of the ballroom and into the quiet gardens of the castle. The stars were brightly shining in the night sky and although the air was a bit chilly, it felt nice to escape the warmth and humidity of the party for a while.

You walked to an alcove, where you both sat on a stone bench, sheltered by the cold winter breeze and far away enough from the doors to only hear faint music reaching your ears.

“That’s much better, thank you.” Ominis said, looking indeed relived but sadness remained in his expression. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to ruin your night. It’s alright if you’d rather go back inside and dance with someone else while I take a break here.”

“Don’t be silly, you’re not ruining anything and I’d much rather stay with you, I don’t care that much about dancing or partying anyway.”

“You don’t ?” He asked, confused again. “Why did you ask me to attend with you then ?”

“Because it sounded nice to spend some more time with you.” You replied, honestly. It had been a while you hadn’t been just the two of you together , maybe because he had been avoiding talks about the Yule Ball and therefor avoiding you and your friends as well.

“With me ?” He repeated, as if he couldn’t quite believe you. “Why would you want to have me as a date ? I’m not exactly a social butterfly and I can’t appreciate how lovely you must look tonight. I heard Leander and Garreth whispering about you earlier, they said you were the most beautiful girl in there but me ? I have no idea what you look like, not tonight, not at all.”

“I’m sorry Ominis, I didn’t know it mattered to you.”

“It doesn’t, not really. I think you’re amazing because of who you are, not what you look like… I just think it’s a shame you look so beautiful and I don’t get to enjoy it like the others do. Especially tonight, you probably have a nice hairdo and you must be wearing a gorgeous dress but it’s all the same to me.”

“Very well then.” You stood up and placed yourself in front of him, reaching for his hand and bringing it to your waist.

“What… What are you up to ?” He asked, barely daring to touch you, even with your permission.

“I want to show you what I look like, in a way that works for you.” You explained, gently moving his hand to the front of your dress so that he could feel the pearls sewn on the fabric underneath his fingers.

He seemed to understand what you were expecting of him and soon, his curiosity took over his cautionary nature. He followed the pearls from your hips up to your stomach, really feeling the different textures he touched.

“Your dress is soft.” He stated, moving upwards until he reached the opening of the low neckline. He tentatively stroked your bare skin there with two fingers, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips as he did. “But it isn’t as soft as your skin.”

“It’s… A dark blue dress.” You told him, wondering if he even knew what this color looked like. Maybe it didn’t matter, but you felt compelled to say something, anything, just to encourage him to keep going.

“Like an evening sky.”

You took a step closer, standing between his legs and his other hand joined his exploration of your body. He traced the outline of your silhouette, going from your hips all the way up your sides and softly grazing your cleveage. Your breath caught in your throat at the more intimate touches which caused him to stop them.

“No, keep going. Please.” You whispered, your voice guiding his eyes to yours. With his face lifted up to you, as you stood over him, you could easily reach for his blond hair and push back the stray piece falling on his forehead.

He listened, his hands resuming their wandering up your body, caressing your chest before heading downwards, back to your hips, and then to your thighs, noticing and taking in all the curves and lines of your body.

In the darkness of this starry winter night, with nothing but the light of the moon to illuminate his white form, you dared do the one thing he never found the courage to do himself and leaned over to plant a kiss on his lips.

The kiss was just as soft and gentle as his touch once his surprise faded and he pulled you even closer. You heard him whisper your name as you both came up for air, so you kissed him once more to show him that you were still there with him.

That second kiss seemed to ingnite a forgotten passion inside him, his lips pressing harder on yours as he pulled you once more, but with much more strength than before. You landed on his lap and you felt his arms around your waist securing you on top of him.

It was your turn to whisper his name, as his hand grew a lot more confident in the way it roamed over your body. After a few more feverish kisses, he pulled the fabric of your dress up your legs. You shivered at the feeling of the cold night air on your previously covered skin but the way his fingers now danced over your bare skin instantly warmed you up.

“Are we all alone ?” Ominis asked, between two breathless kisses.

You looked around, checking your surroundings as well as you could from your seat on his lap, under the alcove you had find refuge in.

“I think so… Why ?” The question had escaped your lips before you even realized it, causing an amused smile to appear on Ominis’s face.

“Because if I manage to get some satisfied sounds out of you, I want to be the only one to hear them.” He said, his good manners and cautious vocabulary long gone. His answer sent a wave of intense heat through your body, burning your cheeks.

He moved his hand under your dress, reaching for your underwear and interrupting his caress just shy of the hem. “May I ?”

“Please.” You begged, spreading your legs slightly further apart to grant him better access to your center.

He kissed you at the same time that his fingers moved inside your panties, exploring the most intimate part of your body with eagerness. He slipped between your folds, easily finding your clit and gently rubbing it between his fingers, making you exhale in shocked pleasure. You closed your arms around his shoulders, burying your face against him as he kept playing with you, your need for relief slowly but surely increasing with each of his movements.

You were pretty sure that it couldn’t get any better than that, with his palm adding pressure to your entrance while his fingers were expertly torturing your clit but he proved you wrong as soon as he pushed one of his elegant fingers inside of you.

You closed your eyes, surprised by the intensity you felt in the pit of your stomach as he reverently moved it back and forth inside you. You were getting used to the sensation, and your body was too judging by how it was becoming increasingly easier for his finger to glide in and out of your body.

Then, he added a finger to the one already there and your body shook with pleasure. You moaned quietly against him, which seemed to encourage him to thrust his fingers into you even deeper, with rapid movements you could barely keep track of.

“Ominis.” You whimpered, against his neck, feeling his grip on you tighten to hold you in place on top of him. A few more seconds and the dam inside you broke, flooding your whole body in numb pleasure. You put a hand on top of where his still was, to stop the motions that you couldn’t take anymore and he understood, putting your panties as they were and gently kissing your forehead as you still tried to catch your breath.

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smeddiemunson · 2 years

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(part 1 here)

After they narrowly escape being fucked up by what Eddie had planned for them (a goblin ambush they were completely underprepared for), the Hellfire members took their sweet time in clearing up after themselves; an unspoken agreement between the older members to hang around long enough to see just how Eddie behaves around Steve.

Gareth didn’t think Dustin had figured it out. He just connected dots he doesn’t know are on the same playing board, Eddie’s mystery crush and Steve’s favourite song nothing more than a coincidence. Or at least Gareth hoped that’s how it’s playing out, he knew it took a lot, more than his posturing would ever imply, for Eddie to reveal his big secret to the band. He didn’t want Eddie to have to confront that again until he felt ready, even if it is just to some kids.

Jeff was kneeling on the floor, reaching under the table where he pretended to drop a bag of dice when Steve began to make his way down the stairs.

Over his shoulder he called out, “Thank you, Mrs Wheeler!”

Jeff didn’t see the way Eddie perked up just at the sound of his voice, but Gareth and Grant certainly did.

“Are you flirting with Mrs Wheeler again, Stevie?” Eddie teased, ignoring the way Mike retched and groaned about it being gross.

‘Stevie?’ Gareth mouthed to Grant, who just shrugged. Nicknames are a dime a dozen when Eddie decides he likes a person. Gareth had been Gare-Bear for as long as he’d known him, Jeff was Jeffy, and Grant got to be ad-Grant-age. Stevie was a bit different, Stevie was close, affectionate in a way that the nicknames that usually spilled from Eddie’s lips weren’t.

This was maybe worse than they thought.

The last crush Eddie had was there and gone almost in a blink of an eye. Connor from his home room who doodled stick figure drawings of their teachers to pass to Eddie every morning until the jocks got to him and Eddie was cast aside again. But for two precious weeks, Eddie was happy, nice, and didn’t freak when Grant snapped a guitar string that meant they couldn’t practise until he got his hands on a replacement.

This was wholly different. Steve didn’t even bat an eyelash at the affectionate tone, in fact, Gareth thought he saw a faint pinkness colour his cheeks; though he didn’t know if it was just the heat of the basement that did it.

“Convincing her you haven’t yet corrupted her children more like,” Steve laughed.

Jeff, who had now appeared from under the table, made a half aborted motion towards Mike that only Gareth and Grant could see from their side of the table. There was no question that Eddie had sunk his claws into Wheeler and the boy was fully corrupted. If they didn’t know better, they could’ve confused Mike for Eddie’s brother, the resemblance now so uncanny.

Eddie smiled. A real one that took up his whole face and made his eyes sparkle.

Definitely worse than they thought.

Steve turned to the kids. “Henderson, you’re with me. Byers you’re with Eddie. Sinclair, I trust you can walk next door without supervision?” He glanced at his watch while Lucas nodded as if this weren’t the first time he’d been questioned in such a way. “And we’ve got thirty minutes until curfew so get moving.”

The kids, naturally grumbled but they didn’t argue, which was yet another weird thing for the Corroded Coffin boys to experience. Those kids argued with everything.

“Oh hey, Ed, Argyle is getting in late Friday night so pool party at mine on Saturday. You in?” Steve dug his hands into the front pockets of his jeans, trying to act casual, as if he didn’t care about Eddie’s answer. But it was clear as day to Gareth, who didn’t even know him, that Steve really really cared.

Eddie’s face fell. “Sorry, band practice on Saturday. We’ve got a show coming up so…”

Gareth jumped in before he had to watch either of them start crying. “You can go after, Eddie. My mom’ll kill me if we spend all day in the garage anyway.”

Steve’s face lit up like it was Christmas morning.

Now Gareth couldn’t be certain, he wasn’t certain about anything in his life except for his love of Iron Maiden and the reality that he was never leaving Hawkins, but he was fairly sure Steve Harrington might just return Eddie’s feelings.

“Awesome! Hey, you guys should come too! It’s only gonna be a small thing: me, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan and his friend Argyle.”

“Um, thanks, but—“ Jeff cut off in his refusal with a groan as Gareth and Grant not so subtly dug their elbows into his stomach.

They were going to have to spend more time in the orbit of Eddie-and-Steve if Gareth was going to be able to figure out if feelings were a two way street. He wasn’t super excited about the prospect of spending all afternoon playing nice with rich kids, but he’d done worse things for the sake of making Eddie happy. He could do this as well.

“We’d love to!” Grant filled in a little too excitedly. Gareth shot him a look that hopefully conveyed his need to calm down.

“Where do you live?”

Steve smiled. “Teddy knows, he’s been enough times. Oh and you’re welcome to crash after, if you want. There’s enough space.”

“Teddy,” Gareth echoed. They all knew about Eddie’s mom’s nickname for him. Eddie’s dead mom’s nickname for him, and the way he never wanted a reminder.

Steve laughed. “Yeah because he’s just so cuddle-able!”

Eddie, through clenched teeth and a bright red blush, hissed. “Shut up.”

Oh and his eyes pleaded with Gareth to let it go, that they wouldn’t talk about it later.

Clue 5. Eddie was completely aware of how smitten he was.

“We’ll be there, Harrington,” Gareth said, the finality on the matter that Jeff would be arguing with him about later.

Steve smiled so wide it was almost blinding. He left with a squeeze to Eddie’s shoulder, hand lingering longer than necessary, and Dustin moaning about why the kids hadn’t been invited to a pool party.

There were two things Gareth knew for sure. One: Eddie wasn’t just crushing on Steve Harrington, he was well on his way to being in love with him. Two: Steve was either just the chillest guy alive (unlikely) or he returned Eddie’s feelings.

Either way, Gareth had some meddling to do.

(part 3)

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #my fic #gareth emerson #corroded coffin #this is getting away from me #if you asked to be tagged in part 2 i'm very sorry i haven't done that #it was really hard to keep track of and i didn't want to accidentally leave someone out

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munsonsprincess11111 · 8 months

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Don't fuck with Eddie's girl

Eddie munson x reader

Summary: Eddie's friends start to get annoyed at your presence and say something when he's not around. You become distant and Eddie realises thinking he's dine something.

You go walking to the hellfire lunch table as you normally do. Eddie's not there yet but you assume you can sit and wait for him until he does. But then.

"I just wish she would sit somewhere else. She's always up his ass you know. Like it's gotta drive Eddie crazy." Jeff says everyone nodding.

Your face drops and your lost for words. Eyes welling with tears you turn away and head to the exit. "Guess I'll sit somewhere else" You mumble to yourself as the tears start to spill. You walk to the back of the school and sit there.

Eddie approaches the hellfire table. "HELLO ladies" he greets rhe boys and there girlfriends. They all mumble a response. "Where y/n?" HE askes noticing you not being sat there.

Everyone at the table looks at one and other shrugging. Eddie sits in his seat and starts to eat. He's concerned your not at the lunch table yet. And even more concerned when the bell rings and your no where to be seen.

2 days later Eddie hadn't seen you. You hadn't called. And when he called you one of your parents answered saying you was busy.

He walked into art class and you was sat at the back of the class. Relief washed over him knowing you was OK. But worry built back up as he realised u was in school and avoiding HIM. there seat next to you was open. So he walked over and stood next to the seat.

"Can I sit?" HE asked. You looked up at him looking a bit stunned and nodded going back to your sketch book.

Eddie sat down placing his bag beside him looking around the classroom. Leg bouncing. You look over at him and seem him looking away from you. You nod to yourself sighing going back to your work.

"What ya sketching?" Eddie askes starring ahead of him. You turn your head and looking at him stuttering over your words stopping then speaking.

"M not to sure j-just some doodles." You replied suckung your lips in continuing drawing. Eddie looks over at your sketch book seeing loads of different doodles. One catches his eye in particular.

You'd drew his guitar small amongst your doodles with a ringed hand around the neck of the guitar. Eddie sat up in his seat leaning over a bit. "That's good" he says pointing at the guitar. You smile Smally at him and nod continuing.

"You OK?" HE askes biting his lip. All you do is nod. Eddie glances at you feeling anxious crossing his arms over his chest.

"Good. Kinda felt like you were avoiding me." Eddie said still biting his lip. When you froze that gave Eddie his answer. Eddie nodded "thought so." HE says nodding. You try to speak but fail feeling s rush of emotions go over you.

Eddie gets out his own sketch pad and flips threw to an empty page and starts drawing. "Ed?" You say quietly looking at your lap. "Mhm." HE answers paying you no attention.

"M sorry." You look over at him and say. He ignores you. "I thought..." You say stopping yourself.

"You thought what y/n" he says putting his pencil down looking at you. He never called you y/n only nicknames.

"I thought i was annoying you snd you'd like some space." You say looking him in the eyes. He spits out a laugh.

"Whyd ya think that?" HE askes.

"I was walking over to the table and I heard Jeff say that m always stuck up your ass and it probably annoys you. So I avoided you and the guys to let you all breath." You spill out eyes welling with tears. Eddie looks confused.

"Did they actually fucking say that." HE says more a statement then question. You nod anyway biting your lip. "OH babe." HE says putting his arms around you hugging you. You melt at his touch and tears spill out your eyes.

"You don't annoy me ever. I love when your around I've felt fucking lost with ya. Mk. Talk to me if this happens again yeah. I'll fix it. Don't cry." Eddie whispers kissing your head.

You nod and put a hand on his arm needing to hold him.

"I love you." HE kisses your head saying.

"I love you too." You mumble into his arm.

Eddie was gonna deal with this. Them boys wouldn't know what hit them.

You and Eddie walk to the lunch hall him holding your hand and you standing next to him as you both approach the hellfire table.

"Look who i found." Eddie motions to you as you arrive at the table.

"OH hey y/n" Jeff mumbles.

"Who said what. N I don't want this Bullshit 'what are you talking about' who said fucking what when they thought no one could hear them last Wednesday lunch time." Eddie said leaving in the table looking at the boys in anger.

The boys looked at eavhother remembering the conversation.

"Jeff said that y/ns stuck up your ass and it's annoying." Dustin blurts. Everyone groans at the boy.

"Shut up." Eddie half yells. Jeff's girlfriend looks at Jeff and then to Eddie.

"Let me get this clear k? This is my girlfriend. None of yours. If I wanna spend time with her. I fucking will. She's not up my ass. If anything I'm up hers let's be honest here. Ever. EVER. talk bad about my girl again not only will I kill your character off in the most brutal way. I'm gonna beat the shit out of you. We crystal clear or want me to say it again cause ya get one warning." Eddie says with a smile on his face.

Your stood behind him a bit stunned yourself. Everyone nods and mumbles an agreement.

"Good right." Eddie stands up clapping pulling out the chair next to him. "M'lady." HE gestures for you to sit down. You sit and Eddie sits next to you hand going to your thigh. Everyone at the table is silent. "We gonna sit in silence or talk about something interesting?" Eddie askes raising his eyebrows.

Gareth breaks the ice talking about his new girlfriend. Everyone talks normally other then Jeff who's still on edge.

"Your kinda hot when you get angry." You whisper to Eddie.

"Yeah?" HE askes smirking. You nod also smirking.

"Wanna skip the rest of school and go have some good ol' make up sex..." You whisper in his ear.

He nods quick and picks up his bag and tin box. Grabbing your bag and your hand pulling you with him. But you stop and look at Eddie. "Wow Eddie your so up my ass I can say anything snd your off god so annoying." You say cockily looking at the table. Jeff slides down in his seat.

"Wrapped around my middle finger." You say to Jeff giving Jim thr middle finger before Eddie's gagging you away very horny. Gareth and Dustin are cackling watching Jeff shrivel up.

Gareth says through his laughs. "Don't fuck with munsons girl dude he will fucking destroy you."

You and Eddie run down the halls hand in hand to his van praying not to gwt caught. You make it to the ban and hw pins you to the side door. Kissing you deep and passionately.

"God I've fuckin missed you." HE says kissing you hands on your hips.

"Missed you too." You smile kissing him

"Good now get in the fuckung van so we can go to the trailer. Like I said I've missed you." HE says swatting your butt. You smirk at him getting in the van.

"I love you my beautiful girl."

"I love you too my handsome boy"

#eddie m #eddie munson thoughts #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x yn #eddie smut #eddie x reader #eddie x you #rockstar eddie munson #eddie my beloved #eddie stranger things

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dendro-bunny · 7 months

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Deepspace

Rafayel x Reader

Genre: hurt to comfort, angst to fluff, suggestive on all boys

Synopsis: Being around you is his favorite part of the day… Yet he called you clingy and annoying… so you gave him space…

Warning: break downs, feeling less than, depression, misunderstanding, anxiety, delusion (the part where he’s hoping you’re in a certain part of the house)

(A/n): I like hurting feelings :) but I also like making them aaalllllll better <3 I WRITE SO MUCH LORD HELP ME! THE OTHER BOYS WILL BE IN DIFFERENT PARTS! Also may continue each part with a spicy part 😋

Part 1.5 , part 2, part 2.5, part 3, part 3.5

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Rafayel (frustration blinded him)

You sit at the bottom of the ladder your artist is sitting at the top of. His legs dangle ever so slightly in front of you. You watch his fingers do meticulous strokes on the canvas.

Your fingers fiddle with the cuffs of his pants. You have a few markers you’re making doodles with on his pants leg. You occasionally comment on the colors he puts on the canvas. Saying how pretty the contrast is, or how much it brings the piece together. Only encouraging words.

You’ve probably been sitting like this for 4 hours, you start to feel hungry realizing you missed lunch and so has Rafayel. So you get up and walk to the kitchen to make some food.

“Hey bae you hungry?” You raise your voice slightly from the kitchen.

“Not hungry.” He replies hurriedly.

You peak your head out the door way from the kitchen. “You sure?” You get a ‘mhm’ back and sigh. You make food for the both of you and you put his in the air fryer.

You walk over with your food in hand and rest your head on his thigh. He moves his thigh so you aren’t resting on him anymore. You blink at him in confusion.

You see his face is contorted in concentration and every few seconds he lets out huffs of frustration. You wait a moment eating more of your food before trying to sit at the bottom of the ladder again. You feel his foot nudge you off.

“Babe… I wanna sit next to you…” you frown deeply at his huff.

“Look I just need one moment of space, can you not be so clingy for 5 seconds.” You hear him mutter under breath. The part that shocks you is what he mutters after.

“Honestly kind of annoying. Don’t you have other things to do than bothering me?” He mutters this, not even sparing you a glance. If he had he would see the hurt on your face. The betrayal in your eyes. The quiver of your bottom lip you have to bite to keep yourself grounded.

“Oh… sorry… your food is in the air fryer.” You back away. You give him the space he wants. So much space you leave the apartment. After gathering your things. You know he’ll be working on that picture for the next few days. Best to give him his space right?

Maybe you were being annoying and clingy. You mean you’ve been so close to him for the last couple of days. Barely separating long enough to use the bathroom.

Maybe you were a bit annoying constantly distracting him from paintings. He’s always said you were the only one that he would let distract him during those times. But maybe he was just hiding his annoyance.

The silence in the room is deafening. Your chimes of support and jokes leaves rafayel in a choking silence. He looks to where you last were. You’re not there. Immediately his inspiration flees. The once languid hand holding his brush falls limp against his leg. Shoulders slumping and a pout on his face.

“Babe?!” He waits for a response. 1. 2. 3. Beats go past nothing. He gets down from his ladder and heads to the kitchen. Maybe you’re too busy stuffing your face to answer him. As he enters the kitchen he smells the food you’d prepared for him.

As he opens the air fryer he sees the old dish your grandmother taught you. The most amazing lobster rolls he ever tasted. He hadn’t realized how hungry he was till he look at the plate. So much love and effort was put into the dish. He felt bad for destroying it in a few bites. He really has to find you now he has to thank you for making such delicious food for him.

You really are the best girlfriend he could ever ask for. The best girlfriends get tired easy from being so great! You must be in his bed! The only reasonable place left for you to be! When he walks into his room however it’s unsettlingly tidy and untouched. His face turns to a pout. He storms around his studio looking for you. Turing the place upside down. When he concludes you left, get checks his camera system for when you left.

2 hours ago. He sees you walk into entrance and crouch down. Your shoulders shake as you weep. For 3 minutes you stay like that. When you stand you don’t bother to wipe your eyes. You just hop on your motorcycle and ride off.

His heart sinks. What happened, he genuinely doesn’t remember. He spends a few minutes thinking and comes up with nothing. Why can’t he remember what happened. He shoots you a text… he gets no immediate response. So he texts again, and again, and again.

Rafayel [14:30] :

-Can’t believe you just left me all alone! 😭

Rafayel [14:35]:

-it’s fine I forgive you!

-Especially since you made me such delicious lobster!

-You know you should tell me when you leave though!

Rafayel [14:50]:

-you know I’m not upset…

-why aren’t you answering?!

-Are you ok?!

-Babe?!

You [21:30]:

-sorry was on an urgent mission.

-The wander cut off the service in the area.

-You’re welcome for the lobster.

-Heading to bed now good night.

Rafayel looks at his phone is disbelief. The entire time he was waiting he’s just been staring at the sea. Waiting to see if a message in a bottle would wash up on shore. And hopefully the message was from you. Dramatic he knows. But he feels lost. Without you next to him he can’t concentrate on anything else but you.

The message is as dry as it gets. No emojis, no hearts, no feelings. And you’re going to bed… without him?! He responds with ‘oh ok… good night my muse… sleep well I love you.’ With a few hearts and kissy faces… nothing back.

You stare at the last message. Your emotions are mixed, you feel guilty but upset, sad but on edge. Was he manipulating you? How does he not know how you feel? How could be blatantly ignore what he said?!

You know it’s petty and immature. Maybe it’s best you guys have some space. You make a promise to yourself to keep your interactions short for the next week.

And you do rather well… for 3 days. His texts get more and more frequent and he seems worried in them all. Yet you don’t respond, well only a few times. Declining dates and things of the sort. The fourth day you get no messages or call. It isn’t until Thomas calls you this fourth day pleading you to go talk to Rafayel and get him to hurry on his painting. Since it’s the centerpiece at the hunter association’s gala. You think that when you get there it’ll be the same song and dance as always. Listening to him whine about much there is something missing and having to go on a wild goose chase.

When you open the door. You find the place in a worst state than normal. Yeah sure it’s messy sometimes but this time there are sketches and concepts and creations just sparred around. When you pick one up, it’s of you a sketch of your smile. Then one of you laughing, then one of you 3 days ago outside his door.

“RAFAYEL?!” You begin to panic. Unsure of how his headspace may be.

You hear a crash, then shatter of glass. You turn and see Rafayel hunched over a table with the glass on the floor adjacent to him. His knuckles white from gripping the table. The shaking of his shoulders, you’re unsure of from rage or sadness, is prevalent. It isn’t till he lets out a choked sob do you know why he is shaking.

“Rafayel… babe?” Your voice barely above a whisper. You watch his head snap up at your voice. His face puffy and red. Eyes sore from tears. When he speaks his voice is hoarse. “(Y/N)? You’re here?” He larches forward slowly afraid you’ll disappear. “Wh- why?” His voice breaks as more tears begin to fall.

“Thomas… called me. Are you ok? What happened. I was worried when you stopped texting but I assumed you were busy!” You begin to lead him to the couch clearing off papers and sketch books. (All full of you btw)

“Thomas… you answer Thomas’ calls? But not mine?! Why?! Why did you just leave?! What happened?! What did I do to you that made you break down in my front garden!?” You look shocked at his outburst and look away taking your bottom lip between your teeth.

“You don’t remember?” He shakes his head no. From the slight gesture you can tell he got dizzy. He hasn’t eaten you can tell by the way you see his veins strain to pump blood through his body.

“4 days ago… you rejected my affection. And when I said I wanted to be close to you. You called me clingy and annoying. After I made food for us…” you sigh and look at him. You see he’s deep in thought trying to recount those memories.

“These past days… I’ve just been trying to give you space, to complete the painting. And your texts made me think you didn’t care about what you said so-“ you get cut off by a strong embrace. Whimpers and sobs are muffled by your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry. I didn’t remember… I was zoned out so hard I forgot who you were. In my mind in that moment you weren’t you. I guess I was so frustrated cause the piece just wasn’t working. Idk who my mind made you to be but that’s not how I think of you. You’re the only person in the entire world I’d let even be around me while I paint.” He takes your hands and presses soft kisses to them. “I’m so sorry I made you feel less than utterly precious. You are my priceless conch, whose voice is a song I’d listen to on repeat. My actions can’t and won’t just be excused and I don’t deserve forgiveness for making you cry.”

You kiss his hands and get him to stop talking. “My artist… my lemurian… my Rafayel. I do forgive you. You said yourself you were frustrated and that’s a valid emotion. But my emotions are valid to. I know I wasn’t being mature giving you the cold shoulder. I was just angry and hurt that I thought you forgot but you really didn’t remember. I’m sorry Yel’… I love you more than anything, and I never meant for this to happen. You gesture to the room and the state of his home.

You embrace him this time. Stroking his hair and shedding tears with him. Soon he looks up at you with puffy doe eyes. “Can we get something to eat… I haven’t eaten anything since the lobster rolls.” Your eyes widen.

“Raf! Seriously?!” The gasp and shriek make his head spin. He gives a nod shyly.

You hop up and head to the kitchen. Making water and food for him. You feel arms wrap around you as you cook. Soft kisses are peppered against your neck, as rafayel inhales your sent. “I missed you… oh, what did Thomas call you for?”

You turn to face him. “He wanted to make sure you got to center piece for the gala done… is it?”

You see him bite his lip and give a guilty smile. “Noooo… I’ve been busy… crying… you know cause my muse wasn’t around to give me inspiration.” He teases and laughs weakly as you give an offended scoff.

“I have some inspiration right now but I don’t think I could even lift a pencil right now.” He leans fully on your shoulder. Basking in your warmth as a yawn rips its way out of him.

He’s at peace. How could he not be, his muse is back in his arms.

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Bro… 4am thoughts be hitting different. But I wrote so much that it extended to a couple of days. Fun fact I was gonna do the other two as well but there was too much BUT RAFAYEL WILL HAVE A SMUT CONTINUATION OF THIS AND SO WILL THE OTHER BOYS!

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Changes pt 2

Ellie Williams x female reader !

A/n: it's here at last ... I hope you all enjoy it I honestly don't have much to say but, pt 3 ? Also this whole idea was inspired by a show slightly, if you can guess what it is down below I'll give you a kiss 😁!!

Summary: Ellies the bad girl in the school but she takes a liking to the reader, everyone's worried but the reader somehow changes her for the better ... or does she ?

Warnings: drinking, smoking, the mention of drugs like once. Swearing ? Mentions of anxiety and a beginning panic attack ! Think that's all :)

Masterlist || pt 1 ! Pt 3 !

A few weeks had past, and your bond with Ellie grew even stronger. You spent most of your time with her, although that wasn't very liked by the people around you. "She's gunna hurt you Y/n." Your roommate, Angela warns for what felt like the hundredth time. You know you should probably listen, but maybe Ellie just hasn't been around the right sort of people. Maybe she's changed. You were convinced that's what it was. As you started to get to know Ellie you learnt she was actually quite smart. She knew so much, but she constantly turned up late to classes. Never paid attention. You were confused as to why, she was so talented and bright, why would anyone throw something like that away.

You were currently walking down the halls on your way to your favorite place, yes ofcourse the library. It was like your home away from home. As you walk in you spot Ellie sitting there, doing her usual dribbles and doodles. "Whatcha doin there?" You beam at her as you sit down in a chair close to hers. She looks up at you and gives you a smile. "Just sketching, nothing exciting." She continues to look at you as you get a few things out. "How's the book?" She asks, setting a pencil she held on the table infront of you both. "Its the best, I've been reading it non-stop." You smile more at the question. She just smiles at your smile. "Told you, it's such a good read." A silence filled the air, not an awkward one, or a comfortable one. Just a silence, one that was as if there was something still to be said. You could feel it, so you look up at her. She was just looking at you, admiringly. But for some reason she stops, clearing her throat a little bit and getting back to her drawing. Odd? Maybe a little.

Ellie knew she wasn't the relationship type. She knew she wasn't classed as 'good' she knew she flunked on many things. She knew this. So why does it feel like she's feeling something for you. That never happens, she uses people- as bad as that sounds she won't sugar coat it, she knows she's done wrong. Is she going to do it to you too? She had no idea and the thought honestly frightened her, she's never felt this way for anyone in her life. She needed to put those thoughts aside she couldn't fall. But oh how beautiful she thought you were. Your hair looked so well taken care of, perfect features. Not too much makeup just light amounts, your pretty skin and how soft it genuinely looked. Minding your own business as you read, focusing on what it is you're reading. She couldn't, this isn't good. Especially when she has no faith in herself to not hurt you. But she couldn't give it up, she wanted to be in your presence you were so sweet and inviting it made her feel warm.

She had to not give into all these feelings at all. "Ellie?" You tilt your head slightly to get a better look at her face. You two were currently in her room working on something that was assigned to the both of you. She wasn't paying attention which you found out was normal for her to tube out and go into her little land. "Yeah sorry, just thinking." You slowly nod, continuing to speak about the project. She let's out a sigh. "I'm sorry am I boring you?" You let out a light hearted giggle as you say that, she begins to get defensive. Worried she had hurt you in some way. "No no no, ofcourse not! The complete opposite. Sorry I'm just a bit tired." She admits. You still laugh a tiny bit. "I'm just being silly Els." She swallows. That name that you acquired recently, makes her insane.

But definitely in a good way, she loves it. Was she a fool for you or something. You go to speak again, but shut your mouth. It had been dawning on you, the question you wanted to ask so badly. So you just come out and ask. "Why are you always ditching classes, why aren't you applying yourself?" She looks directly at you as you say this. She just shrugs. "You're incredibly smart Ellie. I don't know why you're-" You continue, although she shuts it down. "I really don't want to talk about this." She blurts, making you shut up for a sec. "Yeah no ofcourse." Awkward silence, but she breaks it with yet another sigh. "I'm sorry that was harsh." You just shake your head. "No no, I shouldn't of been nosey, it's not my business." You give her a tiny smile. Yet again. More silence.

"Right well, we shou-" "you want a smoke?" You were stunned by the question. You watch as she gets up. It was a little upsetting to see her not care about this project. "Elli-" She turns around. "Oh yeah no ofcourse, I shouldn't of asked." "El-" But she wasn't done. "That was a silly question, you don't seem like the type to do th-" "ELLIE." The room went quiet, she just looks at you. "Will you just shut up for a second." You laugh slightly. "Why are you avoiding this project?" She shrugs. She really likes doing that, huh. "I dunno, it's stupid." You furrow your brows slightly. "But this would be so easy for you Els." Theres that name again. She begins to smoke whatever the fuck she is smoking, seemingly to ignore you. You roll your eyes a tiny bit, closing the books that you had in your grasp, while going to get up, and walk over to her. She watches you, continuing to smoke. However she wasn't expecting your next move.

You get on your tiptoes and snatch it out her hand. "Hey!" She stands up properly. You keep ahold of it. "I'll give it back once you do some of this work!" You laugh a bit. She looks at you. With a 'be so serious' look. "Like I can't just snatch it right back." She walks towards you slowly, making you back up. "Well I won't let ya." She lets out her own laugh. "Did you forget your hight?" You glare at her. "I am not, that short." She raises a brow, getting closer to you going to try grab it, but you swiftly move your arm so she can't. "I may be tiny but I'm smart." She goes to try again. "Yeah well so am I." Again, she tries and fails. "Well if you're so smart use it for the project." She completely ignores that deciding to bend down and put you over her shoulder. You let out a small screech, going to grip the cig a bit tighter so it doesn't fall.

She drops you on her bed being careful still, making you bounce slightly on the mattress. She goes for the cig now that you are more grounded, but yet again you move it so she couldn't. You let out a giggle at how difficult she's finding this. "Not funny, you." She tries. Again. You laugh more at her poor attempts. "Right that's it." She pins your arms down as you try get out of her grasp, but before she could do all that you put it in your mouth having it rest there. "Gunna have to unpin my arms if you want it." You mumble still having it against your lips. "You're trouble huh." You let out another laugh. She goes to unpin one of your arms and when she does you quickly grab te cigarette from your mouth and hold it above you.

You could see the slight frustration in her eyes, you try hard not to let another laugh slip. "Gimmie it." "Do the work." She stares at you for a moment. "Oh you wanna play games?" She wastes no time into tickling you. One thing she didn't know but definitely was going to find out is that you were incredibly ticklish. Your eyes widen. "No no noooo." She doesn't listen, continuing the assault to your sides, you squirm trying to escape it. "Ellie!" You let out constant giggles. She smirks seeing you weren't paying attention and snatching the cigarette right back into her grasp, sticking it back into her mouth. But she didn't stop tickling you. "Say you're sorry Missy!" You laugh more. "Hell no!" Shes close to you. "Then the tickling shall continue." You keep laughing and honestly. Ellie enjoys this.

She really enjoyed your laugh, she loved to hear it. The fact she could make you laugh so easily made her heart happy. She's never seen anyone else make you laugh like she has, and sometimes she doesn't even try. But she manages to always pull a laugh or giggle from your lips. "Ellie pleaseee." She shakes her head. "Stand down!" You laugh. "Fine fine I surrender, I'm sorry!" You're still laughing even when she's stopped. But like most times silence overcame this scene. It was never an awkward one though. You look at each other. "Can we do some of the project now." You ask her. She stays quiet for a bit. Pondering. "Come on Ellie, it's not much and it's not like you'd struggle or anything-" you cut your sentence short. You hadn't realized how close you two were, she's most definitely noticing this too. You swallow keeping the eye contact going.

But she takes the cigarette out, turns her head and blows some smoke, beginning to get off of you. "Can I ask you something?" You sit up a bit once shes off, nodding. "Yeah ofcourse." You were intrigued. "What do people tell you about me?" You look at her, wondering how to go about this. "They just tell me to be careful and such." Now you shrug, sitting up more into a criss cross position. "Can I ask a question now?" She looks at you and nods. "Why do they tell me that. What's so bad that you've done." That silence was upon the room again. Another famous Ellie sigh. "I'm not a completely great person, maybe I'm working on it I dunno. But I don't date. I can't it's just not in me." You listen to all she has to say. "Why?" Usually people who asked such questions would get shut down by her. But she genuinely wanted to tell you, she loved the way you'd listen, to anyone. The way you'd take in every detail of information. "I'm not too sure."

She sits on the bed with you. "I just don't know if I can bring myself to being committed to anyone. You know?" You nod, taking in what she has to say. "I dunno, maybe I haven't found the right person." You keep looking at her. "Hmm, maybe." Silence. "You think you ever could?" She sighs a tiny bit. "I could do, no way of truly telling until the time actually comes." "Noted." For the first time ever with you two, there was a slight awkwardness in the air. You wanted to say something to fix it but you just stay silent. "What about you?" You became confused by the question. "What about, me?" You inquire. "Yeah, you been with people? You a relationship kinda girl?" You laugh a tiny bit at the question. "I've been in a few, nothing serious but I definitely am a relationship girl." She nods, going to take one last drag of her cig, going to put it out in an ashtray on her windowsill.

It was a few days later, you were currently on your way to your dorm, Angie was out for the night so you had a hot date with your blankets and your book. As you were strolling down the halls you caught sight of a friend in your class, you smile at him. "Hey, kenny!" You say with joy. He returns the smile, coming over to you. "Hey Y/n, what you got planned for tonight?" "I'm going to relax, read and eat." You smile more. "How about you? Anything exciting?" He shrugs. "Probably going to chill also, or go to a party." You nod, knowing he was probably confused on why you were staying inside on a Friday night, you didn't really know each other very well so you aren't surprised if he is. "You keep to yourself alot huh?" You nod proud. "Sure do, keeps me sane." He laughs a tiny bit. "Well I mean not completely to yourself." You furrow your brows. "What do you mean?" He pauses for a sec, looking at you. "I see you with Williams alot." "Oh yeah, she's cool to hang out with." He doesn't say anything immediately.

"What are you two? Like fuck buddies or something?" More confusion. "Excuse me?" You laugh slightly. "Well I never see her with many people unless she's fucking them soo." You stare at him. "Do people think that? Like about me and her" He shrugs. "I know I do, maybe others. But what are you two?" Why was he so intrigued by it. You knew she didn't have a great rep but seriously? "Well shes a good friend." He thinks for a moment. "She don't have many of those." You were baffled by this man and what he had to say. "I guess you just truly don't know her then." You don't know why you felt so irritated by this, but you go to leave. "Don't start anything with her, you're too pure for her antics." You stop in your tracks, going to turn back around. "And don't judge a book by its cover." You simply state. "Bit hard when that cover hasn't had the best past." You sigh. "People change." "Not Williams. Trust me we all thought that once, there's no changing her-" you go to cut him off.

"What are you talking about." He looks at you as if he was the one confused now. "You don't know?" You shake your head. "This has happened before, she almost dated this girl who thought would change her, she shitted big time on her. She doesn't even go here anymore and it was all because of Williams." You didn't want to believe that, it sounded horrible. "I'm sure she didn't leave just because of that." There was a tiny pause. "Nope, definitely was. She broke that poor girls heart. Couldn't even bring herself to come back, so she moved. I'm just trying to save you from-" you shut that down immediately. "I can handle myself, thank you though. But I don't need you telling me this." He shrugs. "Alright, just letting you know before you get too far gone with her." And that was that you both turned to leave. Did everyone just hate this girl? How could almost the whole school be so against her. You try to ignore all of this, wanting to go read, that is until you get a text.

-Hey, you busy tonight?

Speak of the devil. It was Ellie. You couldn't help but smile at your phone.

-I was going to have a night of reading, but you're more than welcome to join me, my roommate isn't going to be there so it'd be nice and quiet.

-how could i possibly decline that generous offer ;) see you soon?

-bring a book! 🤓

-holding one right now 📖

You smile more, making your way to your door and grabbing the keys to unlock it. You were brought to your senses when you could smell what seemed to be vanilla, you knew it was Angies perfume, she would always wear it whenever she'd go see her boyfriend. It always made you smile when she'd go on dates, she'd be so genuinely happy to get dressed up, telling you how amazing he was and how happy he made her. It was nice to hear. You set your things down on the couch, heading into your room to grab some blankets and such, making a space on the couch for them. You were soon startled when you hear a knock on the door, to it being opened. "Hello hello hello." Ellie says coming in. "Oh hey, I was just getting the couch nice." She closes the door behind her. "What book did you bring?" You ask, looking over at her. "I- honestly have no clue just picked up something random." She states, coming over to the couch and sitting down. "Good day?" She leans back into the cushions, kicking her feet up on the coffee table.

"Yeah pretty good, bit slow but it got there in the end. And you?" Coming over to sit down next to her, bringing the blankets up your body. "Pretty much the same." You couldn't help but laugh. "What's so hilarious." She smiles ever so slightly. "I dunno, I just assume they're boring because you don't do anything." She raises a brow. "Not true. I have so much fun." "Oh yeah? What do you do that's so fun?" You open your book up, taking the Bookmark out preparing to read once you were done with the conversation. "I go on a secret mission, shhhh I can't talk about it." You laugh and roll your eyes. "You're so incredibly goofy." She smiles more. "You love it." Your smile softened a bit, you truly did. You loved how she would be so silly, especially since you didn't get to see that side of her until you were alone together. You avert your eyes over to the words on the page, beginning to read your book. She does the same opening up the random book to start.

After a little bit, you wanted to just talk. As you're still looking at your book you speak up. "I had a weird interaction today." She looks up, and at you. "Oh?" You do the same, nodding. "Got told to stay away from you, again." She lets out a sigh. "I'm sorry people are bombarding you with that-" But you just shake your head. "Trust me it's fine, it doesn't bother me. What gets to me is how hung up they are on the topic." You truly couldn't wrap your brain around it. "He told me about this girl you had almost gotten into a relationship wi-" "he?" She stops your words. You look at her as she does so. "Yeah?" She furrows her brows more. "Who is this guy?" "His names Kenny, you know him?" She rolls her eyes. "Who doesn't know him, he's always in people's faces." You keep looking at her as she speaks, when a sudden sigh comes out.

"The reason he told you that was because he was super close to her. He got furious at me when the whole thing happened and it eventually turned into a huge fight. Silly, drunken fight." This makes you raise your brows. "Oh my God." "It was all okay, no one got badly hurt but it happened, I moved on. Clearly he hasn't." You think for a moment, wondering if you should ask what you wanted to or stay in your lane and just keep quiet. She noticed your silence. "What're you thinking 'bout pretty girl?" Trying to ignore how happy that name made your heart, you push all the fear away and just ask. "What did you even do to her." Ellie goes quiet tho as if she didn't want to talk about it. "I- uhm just forget that sorry." You bite your lip feeling awful for even bringing it up. She puts a reassuring hand on your knee. "I don't mind. It's ok, I promise just caught me a little off guard is all." Listening to what she says, you nod. "I was never really present in the relationship, sort of a bit closed off. It wasn't even a relationship really, more of a- I dunno. We got on very well but at the same time I don't think she understood me truly. She was a great person, I honestly thought she was going to be my very first girlfriend." You cut her off. "Wait wait so you haven't dated anyone at ALL?" You knew she struggled to be in relationships.

But to have never been in some sort of one before, shocks you. "Never ever?" She lets out a breath. "Okay, sorry continue." You hear a tiny laugh come from her, making you smile a bit. "Anyway, I just couldn't do it. I knew I felt something but not enough to commit to anything serious like I knew she wanted. But I couldn't bring myself to let her go for so long. When one night she asked me, and I froze. I stood there trying to find some words to tell her nicely that I couldn't." Ellie stops for a second, which worried you. "Oh God, what did you do." There was silence. "I told her she wasn't relationship worthy.." Your mouth opens slightly. "Jesus Ellie." "I know, I'm not proud of it I'm really not. Especially her face after, I felt so bad deep inside but I think I made things worse with my dry facial expressions.." shocked would be an understatement. You had no idea how to respond. "No one knows that. Your actually the first person who knows the true story. The rest just made up silly rumors of how it ended, she left soon after so no one really knows the full story but me."

Still not knowing what to say you move your gaze to her. "Please say somethin." She says awkwardly. "You're not the best with words are you?" You let out a tiny giggle. She scratches her neck. "Is it obvious?" You shake your head slightly, with a roll of your eyes. "Dumbie." That silence you two always came across, occurs. You love it, it was comforting if you were quite honest. "We aren't doing much reading." She pipes up, making you look at her. "We aren't are we." You laugh a bit, setting it down and going to stand. "Where are you off to?" Honestly you didn't know, but you felt like putting music on. "Going to get my speaker, I always put on some music when Angela is out." Ellie learns more about you everyday. "What kind of music. Some heavy metal shit." Another laugh escapes you. "What do you take me for?" "I dunno, you surprise me very often." You had the speaker in hand, setting it down on the coffee table. "Honestly, if I like a song I like it, I don't have a specific type." She smiles. "Well said." You turn your head, looking at her. "And you?" She thinks for a sec, letting out a hum in thought. "Well as long as it's not some yehaw shit." This makes you laugh, harder than you have before. "Really? Now that's something I would've thought you'd like." She scoffs, throwing one of the pillows that were rested on the couch at your face.

But you catch it quickly. "Ugh, rude." Throwing it back at her she just laughs. You grab your phone and play your Playlist, sitting back down in the position you were in before. "So, loves to read, doesn't like heavy metal, is very ticklish." The last one makes you pinch her shoulder, resulting in her holding her arm with dramatics. "What else am I going to find out about you." You think for a moment. "I guess you'll have to wait and see." She tilts her head. "You a party person?" Honestly you had no idea, you hadn't been to the kind of party she's talking about in your entire life, so how could you tell if you liked them or not. "Can't judge when I've never been to one." Now it was her who was gobsmacked. "Never, ever?" She quotes you from before. "Shut up. I find fun in other things." She looks offended. "I've been to some pretty wicked parties ma'am." You roll your eyes. "You love doing that too, don't you?" She points at your face. "What? Roll my eyes?" She nods. "They'll get stuck like that if you aren't careful." She says, seeming serious but you knew she was being a dickhead.

"Oh Har Har." "No need to fake laugh around me. We all know how hard I can make you laugh." You raise a brow. "Oh really?" She nods. "Yes really, I'm the master." She notices the look on your face and smiles wickedly. "Challenge accepted." "Wait-" But she pounces on you, going straight to tickling you. You try to push her off, giggling as you do so. "Ok ok stop, point proven." Shes now laughing too, but they both die down as your eyes meet. As corny as that sounds its true, you two were currently so close to one another. You could feel the coolish air from her nose. Then something just clicks in her brain and. "Y/n." You keep the eye contact. "Mhmmmm." "I think I like you." You let out another giggle. "You think?" The look that's on her face makes you giggle more. "No like I know I do.." There was a long pause which made Ellie worry. "Is this the first time you've ever said that to someone." She nods reluctantly. You soon become more serious. "Like actually like me?" You sit up, staring at her at the confession. "I've never said that to a girl before. Never."

Looking down, you take in this information. "I think I like you too Els." You let a small smile slip but she just playfully rolls her eyes. "So what now then?" That, she hadn't thought too far into. But as she wonders what this could become those bad thoughts of hurting you cross her mind, usually she wouldn't care. Horrible as that is she never did care. Maybe you truly are changing her. And what she does next truly shocks the crap out of you. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

You had said yes. Ofcourse you were thinking of those thoughts too, but you had hope she wouldn't, consider yourself stupid? Maybe. You just wanted to live in the moment, if anything keeping it a secret was the most hardest thing throughout this all. The first time you and Ellie kissed you were just hanging out in your room, Angie was home and she had come in without knocking, thank goodness she saw nothing. You've also gotten closer with Jesse and Dina, they were so kind. You were sitting with them and Ellie one day having some food in the small Cafe they have down there. "I'm just going to get some more of that Cake, you want any?" She looks at you, you just shake your head no. As she goes to leave tho, Dina turns to you. "She has this new glow to her." A hum leaves your lips as you eat. "Maybe being around you is changing her." She continues. "If so can you like stay forever." Jesse then speaks. It made you laugh slightly. "I'm not going anywhere." They look at eachother. "Well that's if she doesn't do anything stupid." Damn, even her close friends have no hope in her. You'd be lying If you said that didn't worry you much.

More time passes and it's getting harder to keep the secret, you didn't really care for what anyone else had to say about it, but you sure did worry about Angie, Dina, and Jesse. You had bonded with all of them so well you didn't want them to hate you entirely. Today, you weren't as careful. You were currently hanging out with Dina and Jesse in your room, chilling. When you hear a knock at the door. "Hold up let me just get that." As you get up to go see who it was, you forgot to close your bedroom door. You open it, but before you can process anything you're being kissed, you froze. "Hey baby." Ellie then says after pulling away, gently grabbing the flesh of your ass. Open, your mouth was open in shock. "BABY?" You then heard Dina screech, coming out of your bedroom along with Jesse. "Uh oh-" Ellie then says, removing her hand. You swallow as you turn around slowly. "Ermmm." They were shocked. "Ain't no way." Dina continues. You were stumped. What were you suppose to say? "Really Ellie, another poor heart?" Ellie furrows her brows.

She was going to say something but you step in. "Hey, that's not entirely true. How do you know she will do that, she can change you kno-" Dina shakes her head. "She's not changing Y/n, she will hurt you." Ellie scoffs. "Right here you know." Dina looks at her. "Don't even think about hurting her, Ellie. Come on Jesse." They both go to leave. "We warned you." She says to you. You just stay quiet, watching as they go. Silence was left in the room. "I'm sorry I should've said something-" Ellie shakes her head. "Don't be, seriously. What's done is done it's not your fault, promise." She says, putting her hands on your shoulders then moving them to your cheeks. You nod slightly. "Well, do you think they hate us now?" She laughs a tad. "You? Never. Me? Always. But it's understandable so I can't blame them." You look down, it sadden you how they saw her, you knew she hadn't been so great in the past- but that was in the past. Right? She makes you look at her again, putting her thumb and index against your chin. "Don't worry about them or anything else yeah? That shouldn't be a concern." You nod at her words, getting on your tiptoes to kiss her. "Anyways are you hungry?" You asked as you make your way into the small kitchen you and Angie had.

Ellie shakes her head. "Well, not for food." She shrugs while having a sly smirk on her face, that makes you grab a piece of bread that was sitting on the counter and throw it at her. Which earns a chuckle from her lips. "You're gross." She holds her hands up. "Whattt can't admire my yummy girlfriend?" You roll your eyes. "Far from that-" "Ay! Dont talk about my girlfriend like that thank you very much." This only makes you laugh now, making her smile too. "Well, I'm going to have a snack because I'm quite hungry." You state, going over to grab something to munch on. You then feel hands on your waist, and a chin on your shoulder. "May I help you." She just shakes her head, soon after hiding it in your neck. "Nurp, comfy." That warmed your heart, she was such a sweet person. As you were fixing up some food you felt warm soft lips on your neck, so delicate and gentle. It made you close your eyes relishing in the tenderness. "You smell so good." She blurts out, keeping the warm kisses going. You hum in response. "You smell so.. bad." She pinches your waist making you giggle. "Ow!" "I don't smell bad, take that back!"

You only giggle more. "You smell like cigarettes." She gasps. "You've told me you love the way I smell! Liar!" You roll your eyes, but she swiftly turns you around in her arms, grabbing your face and squishing your cheeks. "Els-" She stares into your soul, making you laugh out. "What on earth are you doing?" "Shhh, making your eyes stay like the way they did since you love doing that so much." She continues to do whatever with her eyes. "Oh my god." You proceed to shove her off of you, but her grip tightens. "You're such an idiot." She smiles. "Yeah well I'm your idiot, so suck it up buttercup." She kisses your nose and loosens her grip, going to lean against the counter. "You really do look great today. Just thought I'd remind you." You smile sweetly at her. "You look pretty beautiful yourself." Shes now smiling too. "Im the pertyest." You laugh at the way she said it, making her smile grow. She could never get over how pretty your laugh was. It was her favorite thing, ever.

It had been a few months or so since you and Ellie first got together, maybe a bit longer but who's counting you. Currently you were making your way to her dorm, like most Friday nights. Knocking on the door to be greeted by your beautiful girlfriends green eyes. "Hey baby." You smile, and so does she. "Hello Ms thing. Come in come in." She moves out the way so you can enter, going straight to the couch and making yourself comfortable. "What have we got planned tonight?" You ask. You two usually always did a special something on a Friday night. Her roommate was out on most of them so you'd come over to Ellies. "Well I know how you feel about parties, and if you don't want to we can chill out here for the night, but there's one a few dorms down." You ponder this idea, and honestly, why not. You figure it'll be fun especially with Ellie and how enjoyable she could make anything be. "Sounds like a plan." She raises her brows, genuinely happy you agreed. "Awesome, I'm getting changed because I just came straight here from my last class." She mentions going to go do that.

You do a double take. "You? In class?" She scoffs. "Shut up." Which makes you smile. "Noo, it's great i'm glad." She shortly comes back out. "Your sarcasm is lovely." She sarcastically replies. "You ready?" You nod at her question. "Sure am."

The music was booming, so many crowds of people. The smell of alcohol and potentially what you assumed was drugs. Pleasant. "Oh this ones going to be a good one I can feel it." Ellie says looking around, scoping everything out. "You're so silly." "Come on let's get a drink." You follow but she knows you don't drink. "I'll be the sober help." She looks at you. "Not even one love?" Her question makes you shake your head as she puts a hand on your shoulder. "Alright, just make sure you're comfortable yeah?" She says before giving you a kiss. You smile at her words, beginning to feel weirdly anxious about the night, and you had no idea why.

People were everywhere it was all quite alot to take in. As you were sitting on Ellies lap you noticed how drunk she was. It was different seeing her like this. "Mmm I want another." She would slur. Making you let out a light giggle. "You're so gone Els-" "your laughs so pretty, makes my heart warm." She suddenly says. You smile more at her. "Well that's very kind of you." After a little you let out a sigh, you felt like you weren't being fun right now, you didn't want to disappoint Ellie but you had so much anxiety currently, and you had no idea on how to stop it. "Can you pretty please get me another drink my beautiful girlfriend." She taps your side, holding up her empty cup. You smile at how precious she was right now. "Sure can." You take it from her going to get off and head over to the drinks. As you're over there you feel someone next to you. "Here with Williams?" It was Kenny. You look at him. "Is that illegal?" He stares at you. "Are you dating her?" You huff. "What even is it to you Kenny?" He shakes his head. "Youre going to get hurt." "Im doing just fine thanks." You turn to leave, back to Ellie. "Here you go." You say a little dryly. "Thank youu." She muddles her words, grabbing it off of you. You sit back down in her lap. "Was he hassling you?" You hear her ask. "Who, Kenny? Nothing I can't handle my love." You reassure her, although you think it was slightly getting to you. She just nods in return.

The night went on, and your chest still had that same feeling, your anxiety was increasing. You wanted to have fun with your girlfriend and friends but you just couldn't seem to relax. It made you more anxious that Ellie wasn't with it. You're starting to think its childhood trauma that's making you feel this way, you didn't know how to just shut this weird feeling off. "You alright mama?" Ellie asks, rubbing your shoulder, still drunk as anything. You just nod and bite your lip, chewing that silky skin off nervously. "I'm just going to go for a pee." You tell her, getting up and heading to wherever the bathroom is. Once you find it you head in, going to the sink to splash water on your face in hopes it'd calm you down just a little bit. "You're fine, Y/n just take a breath and relax. Everything's fine." You say to your reflection. You leave, entering the booming party once again, going over to where Ellie was last seen but she's not there, odd. Making your way around you try to find her, hoping she's alright and she hasn't got into something bad, knowing how some idiots can be with drinks. As you make your way around the room your heart completely sinks to the floor, you stand there unable to move.

All your emotions crashing down on you. Shock being the main one, then anger. You truly couldn't believe any of it, was it some silly nightmare? There Ellie was just stuck to some girl. Kissing her. After that shock wears off you felt your anxiety push your anger into motion, moving your feet over to her. You make a cough noise, seeing her pull back from it turning slightly. She may of been drunk but she knew exactly what had happened. "Fuck-" She says under her breath. "Wait baby no i-" You grab her drink and chuck it in her face. "No." You point at her, the girl silently sneaking off. "Ellie what the actual fuck." She just stares at you. Now you feel your tears now they start to come, and her heart breaks. Tears spill at the sight you just witnessed, she's never seen you cry before. You're always so cheerful. So it truly ruins her. "Y/n no no please-" "After everything we've been through, after what you told me. They were wrong. You cant change for anyone. I should've listened to them." She immediately shakes her head. "Don't say that please- it was an accident fuck- she just-" But you shove the cup into her chest. "Shut up Ellie." And she does but she needed to tell you how sorry she was.

After a second of standing there you couldn't look at her anymore. "Wait-" She pleads as you begin to walk off, getting lost in the crowd of people, it was such a huge room you had no idea where you were even heading. The anxiety approaches again, all you wanted was to get back to the comfort of your own room. Your tears still dripping slightly, fogging your vision. You plop down on a random sofa, feeling a panic attack arise. Which freaks you out as you haven't had one of those in many years. You try to even out your breathing, which you managed to do. But everything was so overwhelming. Someone sits next to you, and great it was none other than Kenny. "Did she do something." You sigh. "Good God Kenny. Please just stop." He scoffs. "So im right, correct? Fucking Williams." You turn your head away, just wanting to get out of this unfamiliar place. He places a hand on your leg, making you stiffen. "I'm sorry she did, you never should deserve something like that." This makes you turn your attention to him. "She always steals the girls I like. And ruins their lives." Your eyes widen. "Wha-" "I could treat you so much better." He says. You were baffled by this. "Kenny what are you even-" When you couldn't think this night could get worse, it does. He goes to try and kiss you but you dodge it immediately, standing to your feet. "Kenny no- im really not interested." He begins to stand too. "That's what she said." You smelt it on his breath. "Kenny you're drunk, I think you need some water-"

He shakes his head getting close to you again, your overwhelming anxiousness comes back again, especially once you see him flush to the floor. Your attention is now on Ellie who punched the living shit out of him. "Ellie what the fu-" "He touched you!" You facepalm. "Good God I have nowhere near enough energy for this shit." The night couldn't get any worse as Kenny stands back up, the two drunk as anything. "You bitch." He goes to swing at her but she moves. "Fight round two then, you fucker." She begins it all. You don't even know what to do anymore. "You're both children." You state, going to try find the exit. You had to get back, this night was all too much. But Ellie notices you leaving, so she goes after you. "Wait no- please let me explain!" She grabs your arm but you yank it. "No Ellie. Don't ever touch or even speak to me again." "They weren't right, you have changed me i swear to you!" You shake your head. "Once a dick. Always a dick. You. Have. Not. Changed." You spat.

#elliewilliams #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader

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TROUBLEMAKING

genre. fluff. warnings. ryo and his endless pranks. pairing. ryo x fem!reader. wc. 684. request. requested by @blue-jisungs, here. a/n. ryo being a little shit 24/7 was actually such a plot twist (by tws) for me when watching more nct wish content lmao but he's so cute for it he drives the older members crazy 😭😭

“Where’d the light pink go? I swear I had it next to the eraser…”

Ryo had to fight back a mischievous grin at your confusion. The pink coloured pencil was tucked safely in his back pocket, but you didn’t need to know that. He had felt a bit bored today, and the desire to pull a small prank on you had developed in almost an instant.

Sure, drawing with you was relaxing and all. Ryo loved to see what you would create. He always got giggly when you decided to draw him. You were quite good at drawing, often leaving your boyfriend in admiration, falling even more in love with you just from the sight of your doodles. But he was in the mood for a little chaos. Peacefully drawing with his girlfriend seemed insipid.

“Maybe it’s still in the case?” Ryo suggested innocently, humming along to the music you had put on. He was awfully good at looking like an angel who could absolutely do nothing wrong, but in reality, he fit the description of a little troublemaking demon. You didn’t think anything of it, picking up a slightly darker shade of pink for now.

“I’m going to go use the bathroom real quick.” You told your boyfriend after another 10 minutes. He nodded at you, his brain scheming something new as he watched you drop your sketchbook on the floor and walk out of the room. Without a second wasted, he grabbed the paper and a red coloured pencil.

By the time you were walking back into the room, you could immediately feel that something was off. One glance at your drawing made your head snap over to your boyfriend’s figure, innocently erasing some pencil marks on his paper.

“What happened to my drawing, Ryo?”

The boy shrugged, blinking up at you with wide eyes. You caught the slight smirk he was holding back, though. Picking up the drawing, now adorned with red devil horns and a ferocious dragon in the corner terrorising your peaceful countryside landscape, you glared at your boyfriend. Ryo couldn’t help but giggle a bit at your look, knowing that he couldn’t deny his involvement.

“I just made it a bit more interesting!” Ryo declared.

You stared at him then back at the paper. The drawing had been going so well. The trees and flowers you had added were some of the best you had ever done, and your perspective on the little farmhouse had finally looked accurate. You usually struggled the most with perspective and angles, and you were devastated at seeing the messy red pencil marks all over your perfect drawing. A frown started to form on your face and your lip jutted out in a pout.

“It was one of my best drawings…” You sunk to the floor, shoulders sagging in defeat. You wouldn’t cry over it, but the disappointment and frustration you felt was overwhelming. Ryo held almost all of your admiration, but times like these made you wonder why he was doing this to you.

“I’m sorry- I should’ve asked before ruining it.” Ryo said softly, scooting closer to you on the floor. “Do you want to ruin mine in return?”

You looked up at Ryo’s drawing that he offered you, a small smile slowly replacing your pout. He had drawn a portrait of you. It wasn’t the best ever, but it was adorable. He had added a bunch of hearts around you and text on your shirt that said ‘best girlfriend in the world’.

“No, I’m not mean like you.” You teased, now showing him a bright smile.

Ryo pouted, “I won’t do it again. I promise!”

Your eyes narrowed at him, “You would without even thinking twice.”

He grinned, “Guilty.”

Though you had already forgiven him for ruining your drawing, that didn’t stop you from reminding him about it throughout the day in order to get free kisses. He knew exactly what you were doing— using his guilt for your own benefit— but he obliged in your want for kisses without complaining. Kissing you was always a win in his book.

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TAKE CARE OF YOU (SAM X LITTLE! READER)

WORD COUNT: 813

Authors Note: This is my first time writing! I made it for fun so sorry if it isn't perfect 😖

Warning(s): Sam cusses like once lol

It was friday, and even though it was only 2nd period, the day had been extremely stressful. First, you didn’t hear your alarm go off, so you had less than 10 minutes to get ready and leave. Then, you spilled water on your shirt on the way to 1st period, and by the time you cleaned up yourself and the floor, the bell had rang and you were late. Finally, by the time you got to class, you realized there was a test, a test you didn’t study for. So here you are in 2nd period: Stressed, tired, annoyed, and upset. Fortunately though, your friend Sam was in that class to cheer you up. As usual, he wasn’t doing any work, just leaned back in his chair and reading a new comic he bought at Frog’s Comic Shop.

“You know, I’d allow you to borrow any of my comics if you were ever interested in reading them.” Sam looks at you, smiling and closing his comic book to pay attention to you. “Mhm..” You reply, mustering up a smile and a slight nod. You weren’t really in the mood for conversation. You were nervous. In the privacy of your home, you usually regressed to combat stress, and it was always voluntary. So when you felt yourself slipping, you were confused and nervous. You had never regressed involuntarily before, and what made it worse was that it was in front of Sam. What would he think? Would he make fun of you? These thoughts were running around your mind when you finally hear a familiar voice snap you out of it. “Hey… is everything ok?” Sam speaks up, tilting his head that has a concerned expression on it. He rests his hand on your back and leans in a little closer. “Just… stressful day… n… noth…” You try to speak, but everytime you do your voice starts slipping into your little voice. You try to stop it but your brain does it anyway. You regressed. He giggles at you. “Are you regressing?” He asks, his contaigious smile flashing his teeth at you. Your eyes grow wide. He knows what age regression is? He tells by your facial expression that you are and laughs. “I do that shit all the time!” He admits. You just look at him im awe, some because of his response, some because toddler brain. He grabs your hand and holds it. “Hey… you can regress in front of me… its okay.” He tells you, his voice gentle.

The bell rings and it’s now free period. “Do you have anywhere to go?” Sam asks, picking up his stuff and throwing his backpack on. “Nuh uh.” You reply, also picking up your stuff. “Then you should hang out with me, I’ll take care of you.” He takes your hand and leads you out of the classroom. He takes you out to the courtyard and you both sit under a tree. It’s spring in Santa Carla, so it’s very bright and sunny outside. Sam reaches in his bag and pulls out a pink marker. He always had different stationary stuff in his bag to doodle with in class instead of pay attention. “Gimmie your arm cutie.” He uses a petname on you and you cant help but smile and giggle at him. You give him your arm and he starts to draw on it. He draws hearts, stars, and, of course, the superman symbol. You watch him, kicking your legs and mindlessly chewing on your thumb. You quietly babble and giggle to yourself, to nothing and everything at all. Sam stops and looks up at you, giggling with you. “How old are you silly?” He asks, taking the thumb out of your mouth. “Uhhh…” You reply, smiling and shrugging your shoulders. He giggles are your response. “Well you're definitely too little to be at such a grown up school!” He teases, making you just giggle more. “Someone got attacked by the giggle monster today didn’t they?” he coos at you. ”Nuh uh!!” You protest, but your uncontrollable giggling just proves his point. He goes back to drawing on your arm until you slowly unregress. It’s about 5 minutes until next period.

“Hey, sam… thank you…” You tell him. He stops drawing on you and looks up, realizing you aren’t regressed anymore. “Of course! I would want someone else to do the same if I regressed at school!” He replies, smiling and putting up the marker, your arm now covered in drawings. “So… you regress?” You ask. “Yeah, for fun, but I’ve never accidentally regressed like you just did.” You both stand up and gather your things. “Well, if you ever did I’d take care of you.” You smile at him, hearing the bell ring.

“Thank you, cutie.”

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There's Doodles of Rams in the Margins - Enemies to lovers!Jschlatt x F!Reader (pt.3)

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Plot: You and Schlatt make some ground rules for your time together. Later that night you and Shae go for a girls night out before she moves out for good. While out, the drama-loving Shae schemes a way for you to catch Hasan's attention. Warnings: Drinking Word Count: 2804

A/n: Admittedly a bit of a lame chapter, mostly setting things up for the future. Not much Schlatt yet, but it's a slow burn so that's to be expected. Sorry it took so long, hectic life and Wilbur being an awful person made me need to replan some plot points that I was going to set up.

“Yeah, see you later man.” Schlatt called out to Ted, who was seated in his truck with Shae, before closing the front door. Now that he was alone Schlatt let out a sigh, taking off his Yankees cap to run his hand through his wavy brown hair before placing it back on. He’d have to remember to get a haircut soon, although he was wary of trusting a new barber. Aside from the humming of the AC, the apartment was silent. Being alone in unfamiliar territory left Schlatt with an overwhelming feeling of emptiness. He had no one to perform for, and that alone made him feel uncomfortable. No longer wearing the social mask of Schlatt, he was now just simply Jay. Although it was his identity since birth, it somehow felt foreign to him, making him feel uncomfortably naked and vulnerable even without anyone around. Shae and Ted would return in a few hours, and Y/n… he didn’t know her well enough to give an approximation, nor did he know (or really care all too much) where she went to at all. The apartment had three bedrooms, with his bedroom taking over the spare room/office Y/n and Shae had previously set up. It would take Shae another day to move her current bedroom into Ted’s apartment, allowing her presence to act as a buffer between Schlatt and Y/n as they acclimated to each other. Although Shae and Ted didn’t admit it outright, Schlatt knew they were prolonging her move to keep an eye on him and Y/n. Admittedly, they were right to. Schlatt couldn’t deny that he and Y/n would butt heads even worse than before the second they were left alone. An orange, furry form called out for attention as it winded itself between Schlatt’s legs, pushing its body against his legs. Schlatt crouched down to rub the cat’s head, feeling a bit more at peace as his fingers ran through the soft fur. “It’s weird being in a new place, huh Jambo?” His voice was soft. Shae had assured him that Y/n was also a cat person, although he couldn't have cared less if she wasn’t. Jambo and his other cat, Mister, were so loveable that she would have to adapt even if she were allergic. Schlatt couldn’t put a finger on why Y/n bothered him so much, after all he knew nothing about her. Deep down he knew that a part of it was his own feelings of embarrassment and stubbornness that came with their altercation the other night, but that wasn’t all. There was her alleged association with Hasan, as well as something else. He had no words to describe the sensation, but when he thought of her he felt some deep, confusing feeling he couldn’t shake that tormented him. He was at least glad Y/n was beautiful (although he would deny it to everyone else). It made being around her not a wholly unpleasant experience, although that way of thinking made him feel like a pig.

Schlatt stopped petting Jambo, standing up and brushing the cat hair off of his clothing as he took in his surroundings more clearly without anyone to bother him. The apartment was nicely decorated at least. Shae had good taste. Ted had all the furniture he needed so Schlatt and Y/n got to keep the majority of the things in the apartment. Although money was no issue for him, he was happy he didn’t have to go on a spending spree to redecorate the place, especially since he’d annoyingly have to factor in Y/n’s tastes if he did. Schlatt gave Mister a small scratch under his chin as he passed by where the black cat laid on his cat tree, heading into the living room. He was thankful that the apartment, although small, was the upper level of the house rather than the basement unit. He was able to place the cat tree by the large windows to allow the little guys to appreciate the sun. Schlatt had just seated himself on the loveseat when the front door opened to reveal Y/n. She didn’t seem to notice him as she placed down her shopping bag then kicked off her heels and neatly placed them on the shoe rack before heading to the kitchen. He opened up twitter on his phone and scrolled while simultaneously keeping an eye on the woman across the open-concept living area. She was dressed nicely as if she stopped by the office, and had a slightly glum look to her which piqued his curiosity. Schlatt recognized he was being nosy, but with his twitter timeline being fairly dead he decided that he didn’t care that he was.

Y/n grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and leaned against the counter as she gulped the liquid down, taking a few moments of staring off lost in thought before she seemed to notice Schlatt. “Where’s Shae?” Y/n tightened the cap on her water bottle and fiddled with the clip in her hair. Although she seemed to be attempting to be civil, her distaste for him was evident in her tense body language and short question.

“Her and Ted are moving some more stuff to his place,” Schlatt kept his reply curt, switching from Twitter to Instagram on his phone. “They’ll be back in a few hours.” Y/n let out a hum as she scanned the common area, seeming to take in the few additions Schlatt had brought over. “Nice cats, what are their names?” She spoke as her eyes landed on the cat tree where Jambo had joined Mister. “The orange one is Jambo, the black one is Mister,” He said simply, putting down his phone. Instagram was also boring. He felt a compulsive itch to check Tiktok, but he was currently on a quest to try and curb that addiction. “Cute,” Her simple reply launched the two into a tense quiet for a few minutes as she checked her phone and Schlatt stared at the two cats dozing off in the sun. The sound of her placing it down on the counter moved his attention back to her before she spoke up again. “Look, if we’re going to live together we need some rules.” “Rules?” He scoffed. “We’re adults. Just stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours.” Y/n rolled her eyes. “No dates over unless we let eachother know in advance, be quiet on weeknights because unlike you I have a real job, and clean up after yourself.” She proposed. Although she was being reasonable, for some inexplicable reason Schlatt felt annoyed by what he perceived as her being bossy. “Fine by me. I think our rooms are far enough apart that me streaming late won’t be an issue.” Schlatt thought for a moment. “I’ve got some rules too. If I tell you I’m streaming or recording, don’t bother me unless it’s an emergency, and even then only call or text me. The last thing I need is someone to think we’re together. And don’t go around telling people I’m your roommate. You can tell our mutual friends or a partner, sure, but no one else.” It wasn’t that Schlatt didn’t trust Y/n. Even though he didn’t like her he didn’t take her as someone who would gossip, despite her working for a magazine. Even if she was the type to do so, he couldn’t deny that she was smart enough to know she was only screwing over herself if word got out about him living with her. Schlatt wasn’t worried about her causing issues in that sense, it was simply a precaution he had to take as someone with a large following so he would have some semblance of peace of mind. “It’s not like living with you is something worth bragging about. That’s fine.” Y/n agreed. “Is that all?” “I’ll let you know if anything comes up.” He shrugged. “Fine with me.” Y/n replied shortly, picking up her phone and quickly typing away. With a stretch and a yawn, she wordlessly left the kitchen and presumably headed to her bedroom. Schlatt let out a sigh and relaxed slightly as soon as she disappeared down the hallway, not looking forward to the awkward tension that would permeate their every interaction for as long as they lived together. –

You looked into the floor length mirror in the club bathroom, your makeup covered face staring back at you. With Shae moving out officially in the morning, the two of you decided that tonight was the perfect time to try out a night at a club Shae had been dying to go to. Your hands went to your hair and ruffled it, giving it a stylishly messy look. “So, Hasan,” Shae gave you a playful grin, fixing her lipstick beside you. “You texted him right? How’d that go?” “No response yet,” You shrugged. “I’m wondering if I got the wrong number or if he was only into me because he was drunk.” Weirdly enough, since you didn’t usually care, the subject had been nagging at you all day.

“That’s odd,” Shae frowned, “He doesn’t seem like the type to ghost. Whatever, it’s his loss. You’re hot, especially tonight.” “I don’t really care, it’s whatever. It’s not like we talked for more than five minutes anyways. It’s not like I’m invested in him.” Although your words were true, you couldn’t help feeling a sharp, incessant sting of rejection and humiliation. Shae picked up on your feelings quickly. “We’re gonna take such hot photos tonight, he’s going to text you and then you can ghost him instead!” She pulled out her phone and swiped to her camera app. “Hell yeah!” A drunk, eavesdropping girl cheered in agreement from one of the stalls. Shae pulled you in close to her vanilla scented body before you could protest, quickly snapping a few quick pictures in the mirror and turning the screen to you for approval, which you gave with a nod and a hum after a few seconds of inspecting them. Even if you personally didn’t care enough to want to go to such lengths for a man’s attention, you couldn’t resist giving into your vanity sometimes and “There. They’re on my story and I tagged you. I’m gonna get Ted to repost it on his story so Hasan sees it and tries to get all over you.” She spoke as she texted someone, presumably Ted. You were flattered and amused by all the effort she put in but felt bad that it was going towards a guy you were ambivalent about. “He doesn’t really matter that much to me, Shae.” “I figured but it doesn’t matter. Scheming is fun for me regardless.” She tucked her phone away into her purse. “Now come on. You owe me a drink, remember?” You let out a laugh as Shae gripped your hand so she wouldn’t lose you and dragged you out of the bathroom and back into the club. The beat that thumped throughout the club crashed into your body like a wall. You gave Shae’s hand a quick squeeze as the two of you weaved between groups of people towards the bar, reflexively muttering apologies that those around you likely couldn’t hear above the music as the two of you forged a path to your destination. You pulled a wad of cash out of your purse and held it in a way that made it visible to a bartender once you reached the bar counter. The green paper attracted service to the two of you quickly, and before you knew it the money had exchanged hands, leaving you with four shots and two cocktails. “Cheers,” You and Shae lightly tapped the first of your plastic shot glasses together before downing them and the second set with a practiced ease. Although the shots of tequila went down smooth, you still made a face at the taste. No matter how often you drank, you had not yet grown accustomed to how American alcohol tasted slightly off compared to what you had grown used to in your home country, Canada. Your hand grew wet from the condensation coating the glass as you grabbed your cocktail and sipped at it to wash down the taste. You leaned in close to Shae’s ear once she grabbed her cup. “Wanna dance?” As soon as you received a nod in response, you grabbed her hand and led her back into the deep jungle of sweaty, dancing bodies. Your other hand clutched your drink from the top of your cup, your palm blocking the opening to be safe from anything that could be slipped into it.

While the night carried on into a blur of dancing, laughter, and shots, the subject of Hasan eventually slipped from your mind. It wasn’t until you felt a quick vibration from your purse that you were reminded of his existence. Your drunken legs wobbled a bit as you walked outside the club for some fresh air assisted by Shae. Her inebriated giggle was barely audible above the club’s pounding bass, and you felt her head rest on your shoulder as you quickly checked your phone once outside. A few screenshots of Shae’s story throughout the night – including a screenshot of a video in which you danced on a VIP table while being cheered on by a bachelorette party – greeted you once you opened up the notification from Hasan. [Hasan]: I didn’t know you were such a party girl [Hasan]: You looked very tame when we met “No! You’ve gotta respond!” Shae protested quickly when you moved to turn off your phone and put it back into your purse. “Why? I thought the point was that I leave him on read now? Uno reverse or something,” You replied, staring at the screen as another text came through. [Hasan]: Don’t get me wrong, I’m not judging. It’s hot tbh. “Besides, he texts like a Candian highschool hockey player fuckboy,” You continued with a small laugh. “Can he be any more obvious?” Shae took her head off your shoulder and grabbed the sides of your arms, spinning you to face her and make eye contact. “Y/n, I love you, but have you looked at him! Do you really wanna pass up adding him to the roster?” She shot you a silencing glare before you could respond with a ‘yes’. “I’m just saying, it can’t hurt to have him in your back pocket. Play into whatever game he’s trying to drag you into and switch it up on him, y’know?” She continued, her words making sense to your impulsive, drunken mind.

“I guess you’re right. He is hot,” You hummed in agreement, your fingers tapping on the keyboard as you typed out your response. You paid special attention to the spelling, respelling some words once or twice to not make a fool of yourself.

[Y/n]: Too bad you were busy earlier lol [Y/n]: You could have come with

[Hasan]: Next time. [Hasan]: Do you two need a ride home?

“Say yes, say yes!” Shae squealed quickly, reading the texts beside you.

“Why? Ted said he’d pick us up and we’ve got about an hour before the club closes for the night, I’m not going to cut our big night out short for a guy,” You replied, disgusted by the thought of doing such a thing. “Especially not for a guy I hardly know. Not only is it shitty, I don’t know if he’s safe.”

“He’s safe, I’ve gone out with him and Ted a few times before,” Shae shut down your concern quickly, and you were inclined to trust her judgement. “And as much as I love spending time with you Y/n, the best gift you could give me is something to gossip with you about. Besides, think of it as research for your column. That’s starting up again, like, in the morning, right?”

You’ve always had a hard time saying no to Shae. It wasn’t that she was manipulative or that there was a power imbalance. She was just so good at making anything sound appealing to you, especially when you both were intoxicated.

“But it would be rude to cancel on Ted,” You reasoned.

“Ted’ll appreciate the gossip too. C’mon, I bet you’d rather get a ride in Hasan’s car than Ted’s truck.”

“If you’re sure Ted wont mind…” You hummed, tapping the phone screen to wake it up from its sleep and typing out a reply to Hasan while Shae presumably messaged Ted.

[Y/n]: lol we were actually thinking of heading out now if you wouldn’t mind [Y/n]: Need the address?

[Hasan]: I recognize the place from the pictures [Hasan]: Omw

Tags: @ghostyoongs @isolawildest @elisa20beth

#jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #schlatt #schlatt x reader #jschlatt fanfic

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Courting Gifts: Part 2

Hi all! Here is part 2! I also noticed some grammar mistakes in part 1, I am sorry!!! I get so confused with the verb tensing. 😭💖

Ori: Love letters are the perfect way for Ori to express his feelings. His love for you would be like that of a first love where you'd doodle hearts around each other's names or pass notes in class. Ori would do exactly that. He would write you love letters, poetry, and songs and even draw little pictures of you while you weren't looking. Needless to say, he is head over heels for you. Ori might also be a bit shy saying these things out loud, especially since Dori and Nori might be listening in, so he pours his heart into his writing instead.

Dori: The art book says that Nori and Ori are the most important things in Dori's life. So, for you to be courted by Dori means you must've won his brothers over. He is a family man, so if you love him, you must love his brothers...that's the deal. When he knew you were the one, he would slowly start to collect things from your time with them. When you came over to bake, he kept a recipe card. When you attended a festival with the family and gave each of the brothers a flower crown, he kept his. When you decorated their house for a surprise birthday, he saved the paper stars you hung. He would keep all these little memories in a box, so when he is ready to ask you to court him, he will give you basically a time capsule of your life with the Ri brothers.

Nori: Nori is kinda the opposite of Dori. His life has always been unstable, constantly moving, and a little more detached from family. Nori often jokes that he's never in the same place twice, but this lifestyle makes finding the right courting gift challenging. After some thought, he decided on a red hair ribbon. The color red symbolizes love as well as sacrifice. Nori wants to ensure that even if he is on the road, everyone knows how much he loves you and would sacrifice for you. And when the ribbon is tied, it turns into a knot, which means strength and eternity. Nori knows life can be hard, so he wants you to remember how strong you guys are together…. How intertwined your lives have become, and how he'll always be there for you—perhaps for eternity?

side notes: I couldn't find a red ribbon, so we will have to go with a green one lol

Thorin: Thorin would court you with his ring. He would've had this ring with him since the beginning. It has been with him through all his hardships and serves as a reminder of his family, people, and strength. I could see Thorin taking the time to watch you first to make sure you truly felt the same way, had the same values, and were ready to embrace the responsibilities and challenges of being by his side. Then for months, he would carve out time to meet up with you, do acts of service, and send you little gifts to show you his interest. When the moment is right, Thorin will give you the ring. He's entrusting you with something incredibly precious, something that has been dear to him for so long. By offering his ring, he's giving his greatest gift to his greatest treasure—you.

Fíli - Fili is loyal, adventurous, and quick to recognize when something - or someone - is truly special. *wink wink* So he knew when he was going to "Pop the question" to you, it needed to be equally memorable. Instead of focusing on an object, Fíli would give you a place/ memory as a courting gift. He would take you on a short journey before stopping at a "random" spot, perhaps under a tree. He would ask, "Do you know where we are?" Of course, you wouldn't know, and he'd smile and say, "This is the first place we met." Then, taking your hand, he'd show you a heart carved into the tree with both of your names. Fili would tell you that he carved it the first time he met you because he knew you were the one.

Side note: I couldn't find a tree being carved 😭

Kíli: Kili knows what it's like to not fit in. As a dwarf who doesn't quite have the standard dwarven features, he's faced his share of ridicule. People look at him differently; some whisper that he might tarnish the Durin name. It hurts him deeply, and knowing that you were coming into the family—whether you're a dwarf, elf, human, or otherwise—he wants to make sure that you felt welcomed. He doesn't want you to experience the same feelings of being an outsider that he has. To make you feel at home, Kíli gives you his family brooch. It bears the Durin crest and has been passed down through generations. I can see him carefully polishing it, replacing the diamonds and jewels, and spending hours making sure it's perfect. He wants you to know how much he loves you.

Bilbo: Hobbits are exceptional gardeners and have a deep love for nature. They find ways to live in harmony with the earth and really respect it. Bilbo feels the same way, so giving you something from nature would fit perfectly with his values. More specifically, Bilbo would want to give you tree leaves. They represent home, love, and comfort. I imagine him secretly collecting leaves and pressing them in his book for you. When the time came for him to court you, he would give you these beautifully pressed leaves. They would come from trees all around—those near Erebor, by Rivendell, and finally, from the tree he lives under. These leaves would symbolize the adventures you've both been on, the journey you're about to embark on, and the life you share now. For Bilbo, nothing is more important than cherishing those beautiful moments together.

Side note: I found a bunch of GIFs for this one, but I fell in love with this one the most...and I kinda of think it would be cool if Bilbo also did this...like making pottery with the imprint of the leaves

#the hobbit #thorins company #balin #dwalin #bifur #bofur #bombur #gloin #oin #ori #dori #nori #fili #fili and kili #kili #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #courting

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notrecommendedforlife-blog · 9 months

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the stars where we’re livin’

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

It took a week for Clay to finally calm down enough to return to their pod

(Clay takes care of Branch AU)

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

Chapter 1: Returning Home

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

First chapter of this story! I’m going to be posting it on ao3 under the same name <3

(also @elijah-doodle :P)

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

After spending the week at a friend's pod, Clay was calm enough to return home.

Upon entering the pod, he was shocked to see his Grandma sitting on the couch looking haggard and tired; her mint hair in disarray, deep bags under her eyes, and a frown pulling at the corners of her mouth.

“Grandma?” Clay hesitantly whispers, flinching back when she springs up at his voice. He’s even more shocked when tears fill her eyes as she rushes forward to pull him into a hug.

“Clay, baby- my baby,” Grandma Ro murmurs into his hair, squeezing him as close as she can. Feeling the way she shakes, Clay wraps his arms around her.

Soon, she leans back, keeping one paw on his shoulder while the other cups his face. Mint eyes check him over, tears steadily falling down her face. She lets out a relieved sob, causing him to panic and throw his arms back around her, which prompts Grandma Ro to let out all of the tears she’s been trying to hold back.

Eventually, the sobs come to a gradual stop and, even though Clay feels uncomfortable with all the moisture accumulating in his hair, Clay guides her back to the couch. Grandma Ro keeps her paws wrapped tightly around one of Clay’s own like she’s afraid to let go.

“I’m sorry I was gone for so long,” Clay says, unsure where to go after that.

Usually, when he and his brothers have huge fights that lead to them walking out of the pod, Clay will spend a day or two at a friend's. But this time, with the first show of the tour, the “Perfect Family Harmony”, quitting the band, and a bunch of tiny stuff that piled up over time, Clay felt like he was too wound up to return home - worried he’d lash out even more.

Clay takes a deep breath, keeping his focus on the small stain on his wristband, then tries to explain all that to Grandma Ro, “I swear, I meant to come back sooner, but I- it just-“ He cuts himself off when one of Grandma Ro’s paws cups his cheek, tilting his head up to look at her tear-filled eyes.

“Oh, sunshine, I’m just glad you’re here.”

His brows scrunch together in confusion, there’s definitely something more to those words.

“Roro?”

His Grandma sighs, removing her paw from his face to run through her hair, “I thought it was just another one of your fights and everyone would be back in a few days,” She starts, Clay’s shoulders slowly coming up to his ears as dread builds in his chest, “Meadow told me that you were staying with her and Karma, so I knew you were somewhere safe, but no one could find your brothers.”

The building dread falls into his stomach before trying to claw out of him through his throat.

She takes a deep breath, just like Clay had to earlier, “Astrantia asked around, and some Trolls say they saw John, Spruce, and Floyd escaping after the show.”

Clay pulls his paw away, curling into himself, his breath coming and leaving him too fast.

His brothers are gone? They actually left?

Okay, Clay doesn’t want to continue being in the band, but that doesn’t mean he wants his brothers gone.

And sure, he’s thought about escaping the Tree before- but not without them!

The fact that John, Spruce, and Floyd actually left-

Clay jumps up from the couch, his breath coming even faster, “B- Branch- Where’s Branch?”

Grandma Ro said no one could find his brothers - it was only until the Head Guard asked around that some Trolls say they saw three of them escape - but she never mentioned Branch.

Is Branch just wandering around after the fight? Looking for them?

What if he lost his glasses? What if he’s hurt? What if a Bergen finds him? What if-

“Clay?”

The voice, and two small arms wrapping around his leg, bring him back to himself.

Clay’s paws are clenched at the roots of his hair, a dull pain thrumming through his head and fists, his tail is curled tightly around his leg, tears are streaming down his face, and his chest aches with each rapid breath he takes in.

Clay looks down at the voice, releasing his hair, he scoops up the Trolling and collapses onto his knees. He sobs into Branch’s hair, just like his Grandma did to him minutes ago.

Grandma Ro kneels beside him, making sure to give him space until he says otherwise.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

Clay’s back!

Grandma said Clay was still in the Tree, but Branch was worried his big brother was still upset he ruined the show- but he’s back!

That means there’s a chance Johnny and Spruce might come back too! And Floyd already promised he’d come back!

Branch wraps his arms around Clay’s neck, nuzzling against his jaw and trying to mimic the comforting coos and trills Grandma had been making to Branch all week.

Even as he tries to comfort his big brother, Branch can’t help but wag his tail in joy.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

#dreamworks trolls #trolls band together #trolls clay #trolls branch #the stars where we livin'#tswwl #notrecommendedforlife-blog

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scryarchives · 1 year

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𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 ��𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 - 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟓

seeing that they aren't that different, a middle ground started to form.

masterlist | previous , next !

–pairings: jaime reyes x oc

– warning: fluff, canon divergent, blue beetle movie spoilers

– author’s note: kay so idk if i actually posted the last chapter as a photo post and it'd be so embarrassing if i did, but here's this mess of a chapter :') . fun fact, i also made a bunch of little doodles of drea hehe!! disclaimer: i don't speak Spanish, Nahuatl or Tamil so please do correct me if i am wrong! read more under the cut! :)

“What the heck, Jaime?!”

Milagro’s voice rang through his head, guilt slowly seeping into his stomach, his conscience reminding him that this was definitely not how he should’ve treated guests, or friends of his sister, in this case.

But she was no ordinary guest.

“Drea?” Jaime knocked as soon as he was out of his family’s view.

Clutter was all he heard from within the locked room, a frown appearing on his face as the water from the tap turned off instantly. In the next minute, Drea’s voice responded, muffled through the door.

“Yeah, uh, give me a minute.”

And so he waited, his back resting against the hallway until the click of the lock pulled him out of the trance, the male standing up straighter unconsciously.

“Sorry, you can use it now,” His guest muttered, pulling the bathroom door shut behind her.

His eyes widened at the faint red patch on Drea’s face and the paint was off, but a shade of pink remained. Simply, he assumed that she must’ve scrubbed a little too hard to remove the pigment from her tan skin.

He felt strange with suddenly becoming so observant, but the shakiness in her voice was enough to give away how she was feeling. Her gaze was downcast, and her breathing slowed, her nails picking at the skin of her fingertips.

Before anything else was said, she began to walk away, and Jaime’s arm darted to her forearm, Drea’s eyes snapping up to meet his in fear and confusion. The remorse that rose in his stomach lurched into his throat, realising that he never wanted to be the cause of anyone’s fear… even for her.

“No, I just… I want to talk.”

He saw the hesitance in her eyes, and his hand dropped from her forearm instantly.

“Jaime, I’m not really in the mood–”

“I know that my behaviour towards you tonight has been extremely uncalled for, but I would really, really appreciate it if we could talk,” He interrupted, hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Then I’m out of your hair when we’re done.”

Contemplating, she pursed her lips, teeth biting her cheeks in thought. After what felt like forever, she sighed in exhaustion, nodding reluctantly.

“Okay, fine. But I prefer if we discuss it in private, I wouldn’t want to make your family uncomfortable with… whatever it is you want to talk about,” She huffed, her hand running through her ebony waves.

“If I get any sense that this conversation isn’t pleasant, and it’s just one more way for you to prove that I’m not welcome, I’m walking out.”

Quickly, Jaime nodded, hand darting to the back of his neck, scratching the nape nervously.

“Yep… It’s fair enough,” He muttered before flicking his head in an unspecific direction. “Come on, I got a place for us to talk.”

For the voice to cause him all of this trouble, Khaji-Da was awfully silent throughout the entire interaction, watching Jaime clean up the mess the voice in his head caused with all the little doubts it stirred up.

Despite it all, Jaime was secretly thankful that he didn’t have to deal with the mess he almost caused to his sister’s friendship while silencing the alien’s voice simultaneously, and if anything, now would be the worst time for Khaji to step in.

He glanced back, seeing his neighbour stare at the darkened horizon in awe, her gaze fixated on the neon lights that came from the heart of the city. The corners of her mouth were upturned in the slightest that Jaime almost had to squint to spot it.

“The view you have here, it’s… wow.”

“Yeah, it’s something alright.”

A smile of his own grew, recalling all the times he would run up here when life got a little too tough. His mind darted to his late father, his throat closing up at the fondest of memories he shared, from the biggest of hugs, that were filled with pride and love, to his final heart-to-heart in the garden.

Quickly, Jaime cleared his throat, cutting everything off before it could spill over, like a glass filled to the brim with emotion. He turned to face Drea, the girl humming before sitting herself by his side.

“Uh… What’s up?” He asked a nervous smile on his face only to be replied with an expression that screamed ‘are-you-serious’ plastered across the woman’s face.

“Okay, that was actually pretty obvious,” Jaime sighed, Drea, crossing her legs as she shrugged.

“Just get to the point, Jaime.”

“Right.”

Taking in a deep breath, Jaime quickly exhaled, hands clasped as the woman across him rested her chin in her hand, elbow jutting into her thigh.

“You’re not human, are you?”

Instantly, she perked up, head leaving her hands and the panic in her eyes briefly returned before vanishing. A smile filled with false disbelief spread across her face, eyes suddenly unable to stay in contact with his.

“What? That’s insane, who told you that?”

“I know you’re lying,” Jaime let out softly. “Drea, I studied pre-law. I know when people are lying.”

His brows furrowed deeper, annoyance running through him as the alien in his head started to appear, suggesting various methods of torture to get a confession out of his neighbour. A grumble of annoyance escaped him as the said woman started up her ramble once more.

“And what does that have to do with anything? I mean that’s the most random thing I’ve ever heard. Me? Not being human? That’s… that’s wild–”

“Drea, I know you’re not human, and that’s because you saved me today!” Jaime snapped, and the frustration that bubbled within him finally exploded.

Silence replaced the once-tense atmosphere, and Drea’s eyes slowly morphed from confusion to a dawning of realisation. As the fact that he had practically revealed himself slowly began to hit, Jaime’s eyes widened in panic, waving his hands before him.

“I-I mean, of course, you would’ve saved me, I was in the city today,” A nervous smile grew on his lips.

“No way. By the time I got there, the streets were practically clear and a wreck, and the only person I saved was–”

“Blue Beetle,” Jaime sighed, a sly smile growing on his own. “But on the upside, I got a confession out of you.”

“Excuse me? You just revealed yourself to be Blue Beetle in front of me too!”

Drea raised an eyebrow, arms crossed as Jaime froze up, hands rushing to slap the woman’s mouth shut. A hiss escaped him, eyes filled with worry. He glanced around left and right, glad to find that there was no one around.

“Don’t say it so loud– I admit it but just… quiet about it. Please?”

His eyes begged for mercy, hand still clasped over her mouth. Slowly she sighed, her own appendages wrapping around Jaime’s wrists. She pulled his hands away, passing a reassuring glance to the man.

“Jaime, it’s chill. I promise to not get you in trouble, but you gotta promise to do the same for me.”

Instantly, Drea lifted her finger up, her pinky hooking around Jaime’s. Initially frowning, Jaime soon interlocked pinkies and then nodded in agreement.

He glanced down at their joining point, the thumb of his hand brushing against the tiles of his roof. The stone tiles suddenly felt so cold against the warmth of her hands, and his hoodie just felt that little bit weaker against the cold of the night.

“A little cliché, but hey, whatever works for you,”

“Real classy, Jaime,” She huffed, pulling her hand away from his.

Instantly, he missed the warmth, the cold feeling much more severe than it did before they touched.

“You’re really warm,” He blurted, face flushing as soon as his mind processed what he’d said. “I mean, personality-wise. Definitely.”

“Spectacular rescue, Jaime,” He hissed in his mind, Khaji-Da’s silence feeling too loud for him to bear.

“Oh… okay, thanks, I guess,” She chuckled, her smile dropping briefly. “But I am warmer because one of my moms is a fire alien. You’re free to ask, just don’t blurt it out. Or I will hunt you down.”

He let out a laugh, a smile breaking out on his face, and it felt like his humour was contagious. Her smile slowly returned, joining him in their little duet of joy.

And there they sat for the next minute, wind ruffling their dark locks as they came to a mutual understanding, calm falling over their once-chaotic misunderstanding.

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toothpastecanyon · 6 months

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Hi! I’d like to start with the fact that your writing is PHENOMENAL, the way every first chapter is designed to grab the readers attention, with a mystery or a cozy little opening, establishing where the character is in life and their motives, or a sneak peek at the problem the characters must overcome.

I’m really bad at articulating my thoughts, but ur characters are really well written and I’d like to make more fanart of them, but I’m not quite sure what they look like.

(The only fics of your la that i KNOW you wrote are Unto Dust, and The Comfort of Agony (both of which are really good btw, I also love how you write existing characters, and your portrayal of them(especially Lucy Ann))

Anyway, because there are so many interpretations of species used in TAU, I got a little mixed up on what the non-human characters look like.

Darceus- in Lucy Ann and the Lunch Bunch, there is a Kitsune named Felicity, who is described as “looking a kind of like a human, and kind of like a fox” which my interpretation of is shown below. I forgot that that isn’t typical for kitsune characters in tau (even though she’s the only one since yours) and drew her in a similar way. ( also, are there any distinctive features on her nieces?) btw the LION idea is phenomenal, also do you think she has a mane? They’re fun to draw.

June- how big is she? I assumed she was the size of a human based on her interactions, but then I realized she might be looking down of people because she can fly. But then I remembered that it says she walks around. So then I confused myself. Also, skin tone, hair color/texture, eyes?

Beatrice- SHE IS SO WELL WRITTEN I felt genuinely angry while reading her meeting with Lucy Ann (in a good way) and she seems like someone you would meet in real life, totally obnoxious! Also, I don’t really know how TAU elves usually look so, idk anything about her skin tone or hair or eyes.

Here are pictures of my doodles in case you want to take a look, try to ignore the paper texture please.

Also, an old picture of Felicity:

Sorry if any of this is worded weird, im not that good at talking, but could you please give a solid description of the major/cool characters in Unto Dust?

(And in case I didn’t say it before, the Comfort of Agony is SO WELL WRITTEN there is too much for me to say about it!)

Oh wow, this is all so kind of you to say! Thank you so much - I'm so glad to hear you enjoy my writing, and I love the sketches you've done! You already have a lot of great designs and the characters look super expressive!

It's really exciting to be asked more of what my characters look like and I'll give you the best description I can, but I do want to note I often don't have a clear idea of what my characters look like - I like that writing lets a reader come up with their own spins on what a character looks like! So while I'm adding my own interpretation of my characters here, if you have a different idea you think works better or just looks cooler to you, I say go for it!

I'll organise my thoughts by each character:

Darceus: I was definitely inspired by @feferipeixes' character Felicity to make a kitsune character! I really like the mane idea you have going in your sketches, and female lions do occasionally grow manes! I like the way you've drawn her formal attire, with the nine tails spread out behind her like a sort of cape! You really brought her to life!

I probably still imagine her with a fox's colouration - I liked the lion imagery to evoke the broader facial features and just overall stockier build than an average kitsune.

The nieces: They're probably both young adults of average height. I don't have a clear idea of what they look like, but it might be fun to draw them as a different type or species of fox - silver foxes look really pretty with distinctive markings! They probably have less tails than Darceus, maybe three or so.

June: I definitely had the idea of her being average sized - I think writing it from Lucy Ann's perspective makes her seem taller as a lot of characters have to look down on her (sorry Lucy Ann!). I really like the wings you drew for her! She's a middle-aged lady with a little grey in her red hair, and probably likes wearing a lot of running gear - gotta train for that 10K!

Beatrice: I really like the long ears you've given her, that looks super distinctive! The loose t-shirt is really good. I probably imagine her with more of a pear shaped build with dark brown eyes and hair. If she does magic like in her appearances with Noie I like to think it'd look a lot how Mod V's elf OC Florian does it.

Also I definitely am looking for Lucy Ann to start wearing a glove! I'm not sure whether it would be fun to have it be a red glove to match the rest of her outfit, or if it's black or some other clashing colour to illustrate how she sees it as something unwanted and forced upon her.

That's all I can think of, but if you'd like anything more specific I'd be more than happy to help! Thank you again for this ask and your awesome sketches - if you end up drawing anything else I'd really love to see it!

Have a great day! :D

#transcendence au #lucy ann #this made my day!#toothasks #beatrice delion #worldbuilding #Dinner Crew

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matchacowbee · 1 year

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here’s my ddlc tickle fic i wrote…I’ve been working on this all dayyyy idk ig I’m just in a ddlc mood lol I hope you enjoy it’s kinda long and I got lazy towards the end ><

Sayori cheer up!

Lee Sayori Ler everyone else

cw: bad self talk/minor swears

Sayori isn’t feeling too good about life, and the girls try to cheer her up

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Sayori looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. A sad, tired, and puffy eyed girl looked back at her. She tried smiling at herself to try and make it seem like she hadn’t been crying all night, but nothing seemed to work.

The literature club was about to begin and she didn’t want to walk in and have the others notice her appearance and worry. She never wanted to be a burden to the others, but more than often, she felt that she was.

Sayori then splashed cold water on her face and thought to herself;

“Alright, let’s go to the club. It’ll be okay” She sighs, and walks down the hall.

The literature club was about to start and only three of the members were in the room. Yuri was silently reading in her seat, and Natsuki was doodling little cats in the margins of her poem sheet.

Monika glanced over at the clock as she wondered where Sayori was. She usually didn’t come in this late. Plus she was the Vice President. Her and Monika would often prepare the club together before the others got here.

Suddenly the door to the classroom slowly opened and Sayori popped her head through. Monika sighs with a breath of relief.

Natsuki looks over and grins at her. “Wow you got here later than me, slowpoke!”

Yuri gives her a little wave, and then returns her gaze to her novel.

“Hi guys!! Super duper sorry I’m late. I had to talk to my last period teacher.” Sayori exclaims. She looks at the others with a smile but it wasn’t genuine.

Monika walks over to greet her.

“Great! We can get started with activities now.” Monika says with a smile.

As Sayori sits down in a desk next to Natsuki, Monika heads to the front of the classroom to address the others.

“So last meeting, we all agreed on to write a poem that reflects the ideas of love. Does anyone want to present first?”

Shit.

That was the one thing Sayori forgot. A poem. Probably the most important thing to bring to a literature club. Sayori was often forgetful, but last night sure did not help. She was so worked up and upset she ended up going to bed without writing anything. Her smile fades as Monikas words drowned out from her mind.

Sayori’s thoughts of anger and depression started to swarm her mind again.

“Goddamnit, you couldn’t even write a poem? It’s the most important thing for club! Stupid stupid stu-“

A voice cut her thoughts off.

“Sayori?” Monika says

“Are you okay? I asked if you wanted to go first.”

She jolts up, looking around the room. The three girls looked back at her with confused and concerned faces.

Sayori fidgets with her hands and looks down at her desk.

“I um, forgot to write a poem” She says quietly.

Monika looks at her friend. Her demeanor today was much more sad and gloomy than her usual bubbly self. Something was up.

“That’s alright, sometimes we all forget to write our poems.” Monika says. Which was only half true, since Sayori was usually the only one who did forget to write.

Sayori stands up from her desk.

“Sorry I’m going to go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.”

She rushes out the room and hurries down the hall.

As she leaves, Monika looks at the other two girls with a worried face.

Yuri perks up “There’s something off about her today. I hope she’s alright.”

“Agreed.” Monika replies.

“I wish we could help her out.”

Natsuki looks up at the two. “I have an idea we could try”

The three huddle together and listen to Natsukis proposal.

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Meanwhile, Sayori faces herself in the bathroom mirror once again. Only this time, tears streamed down her face.

She sniffled and wiped her tears away.

“Why do I have to be so stupid?”

She takes a quick breather and leaves the bathroom to head back to the club.

Sayori walks back into the classroom and is immediately greeted by a hug from Natsuki. The sudden force from her almost knocks Sayori off her feet but stumbles to hold on to the shorter girl.

Then Sayori feels a much more gentle embrace from behind, and it’s Yuri.

Monika walks over and smiles, also getting in the group hug.

“Woah, what’s this about?” Sayori asks, while being held in the middle of the hug.

“We just wanna let you know that we love you” Yuri says bashfully.

“And we don’t care if you write a poem or not!” Natsuki exclaims.

“However you’re feeling, just remember that we will always be there for you.” Monika says.

Sayori is a little bewildered. She looks down at the floor for a minute. “But guys, you really don’t have to worry… I’m totally fine-“

Suddenly, Yuri has both of Sayori’s arms held by her own, essentially taking Sayori in her grip.

Sayori gasps and struggles to try to free herself in the hug, but she can’t move.

Natsuki then pounces into a tickle hug, and scribbles her fingers on Sayori’s sides.

Sayori is caught off guard and squirms around. Monika then moves to one side of Sayori and gently scritches underneath one of her underarms.

“g-gahaAhaHahAH! W-haHat arehe you guhuys doing?” Sayori says with a fit of giggles “Thahahat tickles!!”

Natsuki looks up at her with a smirk, “We’re gonna tickle you until you tell us what’s up!”

Sayori shakes her head and shuts her eyes. “NahAhHa! N-NothingheHe is up!”

The three other girls looked at eachother and nodded their heads.

Suddenly, the tickles intensified. Fingers shot up into Sayori’s underarms, and danced around her ribs. Her giggles turned to bubbly laughter. Without her blazer being buttoned, she didn’t have a layer to protect herself from the hands of her friends.

Sayori’s knees shook as her tickle spots were being attacked. Soon, she collapsed on the floor, sending Nat and Yuri down with her.

Sayori fell into Yuris lap, as Natsuki sat in front of her. Monika knelt down and stared at Sayori with a concerned look.

“You don’t really have to tell us what’s up, but we wanted to see you smile.. a real smile”

Yuri nestled her head into Sayori’s neck and nodded silently. Natsuki gave Sayori pokes to her ribs and giggled at her flinches to the sensation.

Sayori giggled as she felt Yuri’s breath on her neck, and Natsuki poked all over her ribs. Sayori looked down without meeting any of the other girls gaze. She thought to herself, her friends really did care about her. She silently giggled but refused to give them a smile.

“Cmon Sayori! Let’s see that smile!” Natsuki says, now pulling up Sayori’s sweater vest and shoving her hands under to meet her bare skin. She spidered her blunt fingernails on Sayori’s stomach.

“N-nahagha noo!” Sayori said

Yuri then brought her hands to Sayori’s sides and gave her extremely light tickles. Yuris nails were well manicured and the touch to her skin was mere torture.

With Yuri behind her attacking her sides, and Natsuki in front getting her ribs and stomach, she could only take so much more. She tried squirming out of Yuri’s grip and out from under Natsuki, but she couldn’t escape.

Suddenly Sayori’s giggles turned to laughter as she felt hands tickling her knees. Monika sat behind Natsuki, spidering on the tops of her knees.

“GaHAhHa!! STOPAGAHAHA!! STAHAHAP!!”

“Wow you’re so ticklish here Sayori!” Monika teased.

Sayori’s eyes were screwed shut and she thrashed against her friends.

The three others all looked down at the girl. A big goofy smile was plastered on her face, with blushing cheeks. Giggles pouring out her mouth as they tickled her.

Their touch slowed down as they allowed her to steady her breathing.

“Ehehehe…you.. you guys are sohoho mean” Sayori says with a weary smile.

She twitched at the tickly feeling still lingering on her body. She looked at her friends, who all stared down at her with kind smiles. The whole time they had tried to make her feel better, because they cared so much about her. Tears began to swell up in the corners of her eyes.

“Ahh! She’s crying, tickle her again!” Natsuki said, as she dug into Sayori’s sides.

Sayori sits up and squirms around while Natsuki tickles her midsection.

“n-nahahgah no!! theyehehre tears of joy!”

“Oh..” Natsuki pulls back her hands and stopped teasing the other girl.

They all now sat in a circle in the front of the room. Sayori looks at the rest of them and smiles genuinely.

“Thank you guys, I feel a whole lot better” Sayori says

The rest all nod and smile.

“Natsuki told us that you needed some cheer up tickles” Yuri spoke up

“Yup, all her idea” Monika mentions. Natsuki smiles pridefully.

“Really? Well then I’ll definitely have to get you back Natsuki” Sayori then wiggles her fingers at Natsuki, which makes her blush and look away. Sayori giggles at her reaction.

“We’re just glad you’re feeling better.. you know that you can talk to us about anything right?” Monika asks

Sayori looks at her, and then glances down at her lap.“I know, it’s just hard for me to talk to you guys about my feelings.”

“I love you guys so much”

Yuri, Monika, and Natsuki looks at her.

“We love you too Sayori”

#doki doki literature club tickle #ddlc tickle fic #ddlc tickles #Lee!sayori #ahh I’ve been working on this all day

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