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divinesyn · 10 months ago

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hihi 🤗

ive been thinking abt jealous winter who fucks you when your asleep because she was upset you hung out with your friend without telling her, and waking up to her straddling your stomand, riding you with an anger face (but she looks so cute)

hi anon! so sorry this took so long, but your mind is... 😩

-x-

brief: After what you assumed to be a harmless night out it seems your girlfriend doesn't have the nerve to tell you otherwise... Not to your face at least. pairing: fem!reader x winter genre: smut with some plot i guess...

this was definitely not proofread.......... i kept writing chunks of this late at night before i slept so ill probably check back and proof it later :)

-x-

One could say that Minjeong was a woman of actions rather than words. Except that doesn't really apply to you since you have been completely oblivious to said actions.

The excessive pouting

The impatient tapping of fingers on the couch armrests

The constantly furrowed brows

Is she stupid?

Minjeong huffed as her eyes scanned you above the edge of her phone, lazily perched on the couch as you hurriedly adjusted your earrings as they tangled into your hair amidst the rush. The corporate wear that was on you roughly forty-five minutes ago was replaced with a black, sinfully - as Minjeong puts it briefly - tight dress that had your girlfriend sinking her teeth just slightly deeper into her bottom lip. As soon as you crossed into your shared apartment, phone held to your ear with an awkwardly shrugged shoulder as you excitedly conversed with whoever was on the line, Minjeong was not content with the barely there peck you gave before you rushed into the bedroom.

And she was definitely not happy with the way you looked when you exited.

Heavier, evening-ready makeup now adorning your features in the best way possible has your girlfriend pouting, still lost in what you were doing and who you were going out with to warrant your absolute best. Phone now nestled in the simple leather clutch in your hand you flash a smile to Minjeong, heels thudding against the floor as you approach her.

'Going out, home late. Talk to you about it later!'

Rosy lips press against Minjeong's as she simply hums in response.

Oblivious as always you step out of the door Minjeong finally decides to speak.

'Who are you going out wi-'

The door closes before she can finish her sentence eyes rolling as she sighs. Shoulders shrugging as she continues to idly scroll on her phone.

She'll figure it out, she guesses.

-x-

Eyes that were eagerly eating up the sight of you sitting cross-legged suddenly narrow at the sight of a familiar face that has their body posing dangerously close to yours.

Of course, in your eyes, it really was just a harmless photo, taken in the interior of a modern restaurant several blocks away from your apartment. Glass of wine in hand you're pressed into the side of none other than your high school best friend.

Ning Yizhou.

Having met during your international schooling days in China you two were practically inseparable, especially seeing as you two both ended up working in Seoul. However, seeing as Yizhou frequently worked abroad you two barely saw each other after you graduated from university seeing as you joined graduate programs within competitor companies no less.

Minjeong has heard countless stories even being indulged in your drunkenly recalled university stories where you and Yizhou may have hooked up before, but she never thought anything of it and has always enjoyed being in her company when you three - sometimes four, with the occasional visit of Yizhou's partner Aeri - were together if she was back in the city. A flicker of jealousy teased Minjeongs chest as she tapped through your Instagram story as you grinned happily beside Yizhou, looking so frustratingly good. As much as she would like to fight the envy she knew that beneath the surface the emotions that were swirling were unable to be suppressed as they brewed into something much, much more.

It wasn't until you came back slightly tipsy and undeniably too tired to do anything else, that when you blindly fumbled your way into the bedroom pressing against your girlfriend's body with a heaved sigh that Minjeong really did think you were completely oblivious to the storm that was was her.

-x-

You couldn't tell if it was the alcohol that was still buzzing in your system or the sleepy haze that clouded your eyes but as you wearily blinked up to what appeared to be your girlfriend straddling you your head can only cock to the side.

'Jeong..?'

The weight that was on your lap was undoubtedly real and you begin to push yourself up, only to be firmly pressed back down onto the sheets below.

'Stay.'

Brows furrowed you open your mouth to speak once more.

'What-'

A warm mouth encloses yours as you rouse from your weary state suddenly aware of the way the material of your dress has been hiked up to your waist, just above your belly button with an all too familiar heat pressed against your stomach.

Pulling away from the kiss you can't help but huff.

'Baby-' Feeling her subtly grind onto your skin your teeth grit 'Fuck, you're so wet'

Your eyes return to her face, barely illuminated by the ambient glow of the street lights several floors below. Minjeong's face was flushed a rosy hue that definitely contrasted the pissed look on her face.

'D-Did I do something wrong?'

Scoffing Minjeong stills herself, as her hands perch on your shoulders you feel the sting of nails pressing into your flesh.

'How come you didn't tell me you were going out with Yizhou?' Minjeong replies with a venomous husk. 'Dressed up all nice, wearing this of all things.'

Her words are accentuated by the trailing of her palms down your exposed shoulders to the sides of your waist as Minjeong's eyes shamelessly stare down your body, gripping at the offending material of your dress as she stretches it away from your skin with the playful intention to rip it.

'Don't even think about it.'

The black fabric snaps back to your body as her eyes flicker up to yours. You'd almost feel threatened save for the innocent - if you could even say that - pout that plastered her face.

'Didn't even pay attention to me when you came back from work...' Is mumbled under her breath and you quirked a brow. You resist the urge to chuckle and instead become hyper-aware of the heat that radiated between the thighs that were hovering above your stomach and those urges are quickly replaced with a different kind.

Planting your hands on her waist you press her down firmly, providing the friction she seemed to so desperately crave as her hips rut instinctively against you with a gasp.

'You're soaked through your panties, baby...' You can't help the salacious grin as you watch Minjeong's head jerk back.

'Y/N...'

'Sad that unnie had to rush off? Couldn't give Minjeongie any attention right?'

Reaching underneath the oversized t-shirt you hum at the feeling of warm skin, gripping at the soft flesh of Minjeong's chest as nimble fingers pinched and flicked at her nipples.

This won't do is what you think as you finally find yourself snapped out of the sleepy haze quickly retracting your hands - much to Minjeong's dismay - as you flip your positions, watching bleached blonde hair sprawling on the sheets and a flushed Minjeong gazing up in surprise.

You idly reach down to caress the pale skin of her outer thigh watching with restraint as she squirmed at your touch with a helpless whine.

'So whiny tonight baby,' You rasp 'C'mon tell unnie what you want.'

'I-I don't know.' She responds, averting her gaze from yours.

Your free hand grips at her chin as you force her head to face yours.

'Look at me when I speak baby,' This time you can't help but chuckle as your girlfriend pouts once more 'What? You were so confident before, where did it all go?'

As you playfully snap the waistband of her panties Minjeong stays silent. Unamused to say the least, your body hinges forward as your breath fans across her ear.

'Don't start something you can't finish baby girl.'

Wordlessly you tug at the hem of her t-shirt urging her to remove it. Sitting upright you watch as a blur of white is strewn across the dark pit of your bedroom floor you smile in appreciation at newly exposed skin, head lowering back down once again.

Lips latching to the flawless expanse of her neck your tongue laps at the skin before teeth sink down enough to have Minjeong yelping. Soothing the reddening skin with a kiss, you continue to tease between her thighs away from where she needs you most.

'Now, are you going to tell me what you want?'

'Between my legs, please unnie...' Minjeong finally hushes out, the tiny breaths she was taking driving you closer to your intentions of ruining her.

'Between your legs? But I'm already here?' You respond, with a playful slap on the skin of her thighs. 'You need to be more specific than that.'

Fingers dip below the material of her panties before retreating up, only to rub at the clothed area of Minjeong's pussy teasing close to her aching clit.

'F-fuck... Need you there!' She gasps as your thumb swipes across the swollen nub 'Need your fingers in my pussy, or your mouth, just something unnie please!'

'Only because you said please'

One arm wrapped around her waist you pepper feathery light kisses across her chest, the other hand pulling the damp cotton to the side with two slender fingers plunging into tight, wet heat.

'Ah! Y/N please... more'

Setting a gradual pace, your lips inch towards a perky nipple enveloping it with the warmth of your mouth. You feel Minjeong's skin press further into yours with a whimper as her hips rocked gratefully into your fingers. Releasing her nipple with a pop you contently watch the blissed expression on Minjeong's face as her lips part with breathy moans, eyes fluttering shut. Feeling her clench around you has you groaning at the wetness that was forming between your own thighs but you ignore it for the sake of your girlfriend.

'Finally happy? Unnie is giving you the attention you wanted so bad.'

As she opens her eyes to your wicked grin you don't miss the glassy stare that is returned to you and the fucked out look drives your fingers to curl against a spot that has her biting her lip.

'Feels so good unnie'

Thumb rubbing at her precious clit, Minjeong's walls clench pathetically around your fingers as she moans your name at the relentless pace you filled her.

'God you're clenching. You know this pussy belongs to me don't you baby? Or were you trying to get me to fuck you so bad because you were getting jealous at the thought of Yizhou and I doing this instead?'

Minjeong knew you were only teasing but those words further fueled the fire that was raging in the pit of her stomach but she wouldn't dare to admit that. Though her body openly betrayed her as her hips jerked up in response, tongue cheekily poking out between gritted teeth.

'Only yours y/n. Yours only!'

'If you were mine baby you'd cum wouldn't you?' You continue to plant open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone, admiring the smattering of red and purple that contrasted against her pale skin. 'You'd cum all over unnies fingers like a good girl right?'

You can't even register what she responds with as it comes out as a choked, broken sob as her thighs tremble violently as her cunt clenches around your fingers. The jerking of her hips becomes stuttered as she rides the waves of her high, matching the rhythm you set. Fixated on the sight of her coming undone you slip out of her heat, lazily rubbing at her clit.

'Mmm... no more please...'

Heeding to her words you bring drenched digits up, tapping at her lips.

'Open.'

Minjeong's lips engulf your fingers with a warm tongue lapping languidly at the taste of herself with a content sigh. Releasing your hand with a lewd pop, she's quick to chase with your mouth. Indulging in the taste of her your tongues gently press against one another as you reluctantly pull away.

Feeling the curl of her lips just as your lips part Minjeong reverses your positions once more for the night with a giggle, it feels like deja vu though the only difference was the fact Minjeong's head was hovering above your core with a disgustingly smug grin.

'I'd say back to where I started... But I figured we can skip a few steps.'

-x-

#aespa x reader #aespa x fem reader #aespa winter #aespa smut #anon ask #kpop smut #aespa minjeong #aespa imagines #winter x reader #kim minjeong x reader #aespa

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spacebaby1 · 5 months ago

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Helloooo May I request a law x any gender reader fic/headcanons where reader is also a survivor of the Amber led poisoning and WAS one of law’s friends from school (they weren’t close close friends). Reader managed to escape in time and somehow found a devil fruit that could also help her with the disease but it left her marks in her body which she is insecure abt (like faint white spots over her body and face.

Thank you and have a good day!

I love it when y'all request to write for Law Trafalgar! Enjoy! This hit home to me as girl with surgery marks left behind😩

Sitting in the small library table with medical books all over the table and almost hiding you behind then you searched for the solution. For the last few years of your life, you kept searching for a cure, a solution to why your devil fruit powers were limited and didn't help you recover fully.

The disease killed all of your loved ones. You weren't even sure how you got out alive because the only thing you remembered was passing on the school grounds and waking up in another village. Turns out a couple had found you, and someone took you out of the whole disaster. A fisherman had sold the devil fruit to your new guardians in exchange for a lot of gold promising them your recovery in return; which was absolutely true. You had gained your health back, well, part of it. Even though the illness was gone. Some marks were left behind for the world to always turn their head around to look at you. They weren't that bad, but they felt like a burden you had to carry. It was hard to figure out if the people looking at you on the streets were just looking or they were looking at your marks. Even if they were just on the left side of your face, you had learned to hide them; with your hair mostly or a scarf or a hat.

But you needed them gone only to come to no end with your research. With a sigh, you shut the last book, running your hands through your hair before getting up and returning the books to their shelves. The small island you had travelled to was a quite one, occasionally some rocky pirate would find their way there for food and supplies without causing trouble; you had once run into the most known pirate none other than Shanks himself. You had completely forgotten how to breathe because you had only seen him in the newspaper or his bounty poster, and seeing him in person was shocking, other than the fact that you feared pirates.

You sighed as you entered the small cafe and ordered a hot tea before sitting in the back and grabbing the newspaper to read before heading home. You flipped the pages, and your eyes caught a glimpse of a familiar someone. It was a bounty poster. Your eyes widened, and you burnt your lips with your tea as you read the name over and over.

Trafalgar Law

The heart pirate?

It said that he could be heading east from polestar island; that's where the small island was. You gasped, standing up and grabbing your things before heading back to the library. Asking the lady there for any papers related to pirates or the heart pirate crew you gathered them and finally were sure that your long lost friend from childhood was a famous pirate. There wasn't much information about him other than his unique ship and crew. Later that night, you were walking home with that newspaper in your hand; the island was lively at night because of all the singing and partying at the bar from the drunk pirates. You stopped in track when you noticed the new ship, and it looked different than the others. A lady who worked at the bar had just come out from the backdoor and saw you. She waved, and you smiled at her, "they never stop partying." She spoke, and you nodded, " I can hear them from all the way down the road." She laughed, "there are new ones, and they seem less lively, but I think they will not stay long -"

"The heart pirate crew?" You asked clinching on the newspaper hopefully to see Law. She shrugged, "Not sure, but they do seem different. Anyways, you're welcome to join the party, I'll head back inside." You waited a few minutes after the lady went back in. You didn't know why, but the thought of walking in and the possibility of seeing Law was driving your heart insane. It wasn't like you two were best friends, but you were classmates and "friends" when you were in school, everyone is your friend. Law wasn't the friendliest with a lot of the students, but he was always nice to you and would help you with your homework. The thought of him being alive and safe after everything that happened made your eyes tear up; you did think about him often after you survived and the guilt of him dying made you have nightmares sometimes, you never forgot about him because he was still your friend. Slowly making your way towards the bar, you stopped and backed away just standing there, not knowing what to do. Just then, someone exited the doors and stood to the side. You could recognise the hat from anywhere. You breath hitched when you saw him, for a second he looked at you then away probably not recognising you in the dim street lights, he looked around before making his way towards the door and just when he was about to enter- "Pookie Head!" You called out; a nickname you gave him when you were little because you kept teasing him about his hat having spots that reminded you of your dresses, the polkadot dresses that you owned as a kid. Law stopped in his track, hand on the bar door, you let out a sigh you weren't sure that you were holding. His eyes widened at the familiarity with that silly nickname. No one else called him that name except for you. He turned around with wide eyes staring at you and dropped his katana that he was holding over his shoulder. "N-nice hat." You felt a tear slip on your cheek as you chuckled. "Y/N-YA?" He asked, rushing towards you, not caring about his katana. You weren't expecting him to fully embrace tightly so much so that you almost fell backwards.

The hug was enough for him to know that it was indeed you. He recognised your aura immediately as he wrapped his arms around you. "You're alive. You're alive." He kept mumbling to himself. "So are you, I missed you, thought I'll never see you again." You were laughing but started to cry as you held onto him because the memories of everyone; you family, your friends came rushing to you and that horrific day. "I was so s-scared." You cried, and he caressed your hair, "I know, I know. But -" He pulled back cold hands cupping your face, "you're okay? You're-how-i mean- h-how did you - " he went to remove your hair from the left side of your face, but you stopped him, placing your hand on his and shaking your head. "D-Don't look at me. The marks never left." You said, looking down and hiding your face behind your hair. "Don't hide from me, I spent my whole life thinking you're d-," he sighed, not able to say the word.

Gently, he cupped your face, "Look up at me, let me see you." You sighed and looked up as he gently and carefully pushed your hair behind your ear. He smiled at you. "You're still as gorgeous as the day I saw you last." You couldn't hold your tears and tried to look away, but he stopped you, "hey, hey. I promise you I'm being honest. It's not bad, not as bad as you think it is. Just let me look at you, please." You looked down, "I tried everything b-but I get rid of them, I can't look at myself without reminding myself that I'm always there between all my friends a-and they're dead but I'm not." You cried it was true; every time you'd walk past the mirror, it only reminded you of the reflection of that day, and it was agonising. "But how did you survive?" You asked him between sobs, and you saw the hurt look on Law's face, "Cora-San, he died to save me. He put his life to get me the devil fruit." Your eyes widened, "d-devil fruit? That's what I ate, and it healed me but not the spots and marks. I-I just can't figure it out how to use it. Sometimes, I'll heal others and myself randomly, but I don't know how to use it. I'm a complete idiot, I didn't even know that you can't swim if you're a devil fruit eater." You said that last part with a confused look that you always had when you couldn't do your homework as a kid and it reminded Law of the old days and how used to think that pouty look was funny evertime you pulled it unintentionally.

He chuckled resting his hand on your head, "you've never been much of a swimmer and you fear the ocean." You smiled blinking the tears, "you still remember that I fear the ocean?"

He smiled at you, "I never forgot anything about you." He cupped your face, "You look tired, are you okay? Is it gone? The disease?" You nodded, rubbing your eyes. You didn't realise how tired you looked after spending hours and hours to find a cure for your marks. He sighed at the tired look of your before pulling you in a hug and you felt your eyes heavy with sleep, "you know I can help you with removing them, I'm sure I can if that's what you want." You looked up at him, "you would do that for me?" He nodded with a smile, "I don't see the difference in it because you're always beautiful to me, but if it makes you happy, I can figure it out if you want." You nodded happily because you did feel proud of surviving that horrible day, but you always wanted to for once look in the mirror and not remember the past just for that night. You rested your face on his chest and closed your eyes, falling asleep in his arms immediately; he's always been your safe haven.

The next morning, he had already warned his crew mates to not just burst into the surgery room because he wasn't sure if you wanted anyone to look at your face or make you uncomfortable. You sat there watching him go through his notes with the katana in hand before he forwarded it towards you to examine but you pulled your knees to your chest with a frightened look on your face, "Why is that huge katana in front of me? You're not gonna slice my face, are you?" He couldn't help but chuckle at your question before shaking his head and explaining to you the procedure to which you replied in an "ohh, okay." You just sat there with eyes closed, and he examined you. And when he figured it out, he explained to you that it would be an easy surgery and that you won't even feel it. He laid your head on the bed carefully, still holding your hand because he could see how much you were shaking. "Don't worry, I will not let anything happen to you. Okay?" You nodded, "good girl. I need Sachi to help me here. Is it okay if I bring him in?" You nodded again with a small smile. After Law was ready to start the surgery you still couldn't calm down, sachi offered his hand, "hey, you can hold on to my hand and squeeze it like a stress toy if you'd like. I've been told I'm a very calm machine." Law eyed him, "Sachi!" You laughed before holding Sachi's hand and closing your eyes, "thank you, sachi." He just chuckled.

No matter how hard you helf Sachi's hand he didn't even yelp but kept trying to calm you down by rubbing his thumb on your wrist and just like Law promised you didn't feel a thing not before falling asleep because of the peng and not after waking up to find Law standing by your bed as you slowly opened your eyes. "Hey, are you feeling okay?" You nodded sleepy, "I don't feel any pain." He smiled, "it's all done now. You won't feel any pain." You to find Sachi, and he waved at you to which you waved at him half asleep before turning towards Law reaching your hand for him which he immediately held, "What's wrong?" He asked. "C-Can I see?" You asked in a low sleepy voice. He nodded, helping you sit before handing you a small mirror. You blinked the blurry vision away and finally saw your reflection. The marks were gone, you didn't feel like the bad memories rushing in as you looked at your face, tears filled your eyes and you sniffled before reaching for Law and hugging his side, "T-thank you, Pookie Head." He laughed at the nickname before hugging you, "I'll do anything for my sweet girl, anything." Sachi got up, "Okay, I need to go." He said before rushing out. Meanwhile, you hugged Law and cried happy tears after so many years.

#one peice #one piece headcanons #one piece imagine #angst #law trafalgar #trafalgar one piece #one piece corazon #corazon and law #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar d water law #one piece law #trafalgar law #law op #law trafalgar x autistic reader #law trafalgar x you

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ovaruling · 2 years ago

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i know everyone’s tired of me talking abt this but bc i’m on the subject now—once more on cosmetic surgery complications: let me clarify what i mean when i have said in the past “it’s rarely if ever a matter of ‘if’”—when you see “after” pictures on a cosmetic surgeon’s website, do you ever see ones that are “2 years after,” “5 years after,” “10 years after”? how often have you seen or spoken to a woman 20 years after her cosmetic surgery? do you think the surgeons do?

no. you know why? because, unless you’re getting more surgery, you stop mattering to that surgeon after your last post-op appointment. they do not give a shit about your long-term results. when you call in 2 years later, wondering why you’re experiencing xyz difficulty—guess how much they’re going to care? at most, if they even TAKE your call, they’ll tell you to go see your primary care provider.

most people have no way of knowing when their surgery is going to start causing problems. it might be a year. it might be 2. it might be 5. it might be 10. it might be 15. it could be 30. but trust me, you do not undergo major traumatic surgery to your body and get away with absolutely zero consequences.

i’m tired of people thinking they’ve got an argument when they tell me, “but EYE had xyz surgery, and i’m fine!”

tell that to the women en masse removing their breast implants due to complications that didn’t arise until years later. tell that to the women who are trying to remove gluteal implants and reverse gluteal injections because 5 years later and they’re showing signs of inflammation and infection (Blac Chyna, most recently). to women like me who’ve had nerve damage and spinal damage and muscle damage and infections and autoimmune conditions develop out of thin air after having that last post-op appointment.

i think a large number of we women who have had major cosmetic surgery are mentally unwell to begin with—or else we wouldn’t have gotten surgeries. but what i want to focus on is that we have grown up, as girls, being taught to ignore our discomfort, to minimize our pain, to get over our illnesses. i cannot in good conscience discount this phenomenon when i take into account why it is that YOUR surgery went so perfectly.

are you really recovered? or are you just ignoring the side-effects? did you already make up your mind that you’d bear the hardships of major surgery for the visual you wanted?

have you ever actually taken a moment to think about what you went through to have this surgery? have you forced yourself to adapt to the discomforts, just brushing them off as understandable collateral for something far more valuable to you (how you look)? how did the anesthesia affect you? how long were you on the table? how did your body respond to being given what it thinks is a mortally deep wound for no reason? how much pain medication did you need after? could you go to the bathroom by yourself? could you walk? how’s your scar tissue? is it still there, years later? what about your scars? have you lost sensation at the surgical site? is it still numb, years later? can you brace your core anymore? can you lift your arms above your head? how long? can you twist at the waist? what about your organs? did they suffer strain? what about your circulation? and can you draw in a truly deep breath after your breast surgery? how’s your oxygen intake after your elective rhinoplasty? or after your breast augmentation? have you felt any tingling numbness or dead zones or back pain after your BBL? or have you even thought about that? about any of this? stomach- and side-sleepers who’ve gotten breast augmentations, are you feeling rested these days?

how many of us have brainwashed ourselves into thinking we aren’t experiencing any unusual level of pain? how many women have died because of their practiced ability to shrug off extreme inflammation as “regular wear and tear”?

and you’re trying to tell me there’s NO chance of you or your tiktok faves having suffered even 1% of a change to your health after undergoing a major surgery?

no one knows it better than i do. you can lie to everyone else who’s never had cosmetic surgery, but you can’t lie to me. i know what you went through. and you don’t have to lie just to preserve your integrity.

i know women go through hell for this. and if they have, they need to pay attention to their bodies and watch for signs of long-term damage. or else you are also going to risk waking up one day and going, “hm. weird that i can’t feel my clitoris anymore. wonder why. it’s not like anything’s ever happened to—oh, wait.”

no one tells you what it all looks like 5-10+ years down the road. all you’re thinking about is the next year, at most. you aren’t thinking about lifelong consequences. you aren’t thinking about being 60, telling your doctor you had a tummy tuck when you were 27 or extreme liposuction at 18. you aren’t thinking about it. and that’s my whole fucking point, because neither was i.

#anti cosmetic surgery #gonna start tagging these for organization

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darkgaia2 · 2 years ago

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my spark gender analysis

im projecting a lot of feelings onto him so BE NICEYS TO MEEE but to me shes very like. ftmtf. and so on. shes very flip floppy abt it all. its important to me that she essentially looks and stays the same bc i honestly dont think shed like. change her presentation at all after going Oh Maybe Im A Woman Also. i wouldnt say shes bigender to be jonest but also she could be. its just that like. gender changes very very slowly over time to where i dont think shed consider herself bigender at all. just like. i was once a woman and then a man and now im a woman again. lol wild. i think a lot of her feelings are very much like. influenced on like. so so this is getting into A LITTLE formie society analysis now but formie society does seem pretty Gender Roles Heavy. which like. i think spark going from woman -> male (good god the axiom verge soundtrack bangs SORRY) is like. a rejection of that being imposed on her for the time being. repulsed at the idea of being a girl in the way that society views women. and so very much later on she comes back to the idea of it and lets herself play with it and explore being a woman in a way thats entirely defined by her. which is really important! but i think this journey is also pretty.. rough on her bc like. spark does not read like someone that likes change . this is me looking at a character thats meant to be a very grounded and real character and taking that to a semi extreme and going If Fark Is All About Change And Growth Then Spark Is None Of That. so then the idea of like her having to change anything or even that she Does change as a person is like. kind of scary! its really hard!

which is another reason why honestly she just doesnt change anything abt how she presents herself. bc she doesnt. want to change anymore than she has? and also like. part of being a woman for her is exploring that in a very gnc way. so part of being a woman is being a man to her. ig this makes her bigender but also im like . eh. SHRUGS. its complicated and weird. her gender is extremely personal and private and shes very closed off but thats kind of just how she is and she does love being a woman while still being a man. i feel like im getting a little incoherent. whatever! but yeah :^) my thoughts. shes just very very private abt this part of her. im mainly using she/her for this for her bc like im just exploring a very private aspect of her. i think the only person thatd know abt any of this would be fark both bc 1) hes very very special and extremely trusted and 2) ok im gonna be honest i like to think this part is discovered via kink. so like . ill leave that there i think. but . yeah. MY THOTS!

#art #stej #read my spark gender thoughts.. ihave many #i was gonna elaborate earlier but i had to go into work and finish closing so!

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ao3feed-johnnylawrence · 2 years ago

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24/80

by Strawberry0Milks

"You guys think something's going on with Johnny?" He asks, and Ali laughs out loud. She smiles at him, one of those strange smiles as if she isn't quite sure what he's talking about, but it still warms him a little anyways

"Johnny? The guy always has something going on," Susan says, shrugging her padded shoulders and throwing a brown curl behind her ear "daddy must've taken his audi again. God forbid."

Words: 4238, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Karate Kid (Movies), Cobra Kai (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Daniel LaRusso, Johnny Lawrence, Ali Mills, Bobby Brown, Jimmy (Karate Kid), Susan (Karate Kid), Original Cobra Kai Students, and also mr miyagi

Relationships: Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence

Additional Tags: Post canon tkk1, johnny lawrence has internalized homophobia, smut in the first chapter oops, slight blood kink, Daniel is sort of mentally ill, he feels bad abt All valley, johnnys been really repressed & horny for him this entire time, Blowjobs, partys, face fucking, possible later smut, not really blackmailing but also a little bit, daniels not that mean he just doesn’t get it, johnny Lawrence’s shit ass step dad, I’m bad at tagging, basically they fuck and Johnnys like no way man I’m not gay, But he is, and Daniel is like insatiable

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/45087886

#lawrusso #johnny lawrence #cobra kai #karate kid #ao3feed

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eddiebun · 3 years ago

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hi baby, the finale of st4 vol 2 literally killed me i sobbed for HOURS today.. :( WHY WOULD THEY KILL OFF THE MOST INTERESTING BEST CHARACTER i hate this. anyway, i hope ur doing well and i have a blurb for u abt our cutie eddie (bc he IS alive). basically crybaby!bimbo!reader x eddie munson where like he accidentally makes her cry or something and he tries to comfort her? maybe he teases her or smth in front of his friends and they are dating and.. idk i just hope ur doing well! MWAH <3

TRUING NOT TO THINK ABOUT IT OR ILL CRY. ilysm mwahmwahwamnwahh

bimbo!crybaby!reader x bf!eddie, angsty, fluff??

“no, y/n is hardly ever present, always off in her own little head most of the time.” eddie laugh, glancing over at you at his side, seeing your bottom lip jutted out in concentration as you swiped your fingers back and forth four bottles of nail polish, contemplating which to use.

eddie was taking you out on a date later, and of course, you wanted your nails to match the cute outfit you begged him to buy you last weekend, and he folded, he always did for you.

“see?” eddie nodded his head in your direction, everyone around you laughing and you shot your head up in curiosity.

“welcome back to reality, sweetheart.” you heard your boyfriend coo, coming up to pat the top of your head.

you blinked a couple times, not understanding but you didn’t care all that much, you had more important things to worry about.

“which is better, the peachy pink, baby pink, the neon or the hot pink?” you looked up at him through your pretty lashes, awaiting your boyfriends input.

eddie glanced down at the bottles on the table and shrugged, “all looks the same to me.” he leaned in closer to look at the colors.

he glanced back up and saw the apparent displeasure on your face from his lack of interest.

“it’s not the same at all.” you told him, pursing your lips together.

“it’s just paint or whatever,” eddie chuckled, making the whole table laugh, clearly in agreement with him, “it doesn’t matter, can’t you just join in the conversation for once and worry about stuff like that at home?” he asked, the table suddenly going a little more quiet because owch, that one was harsh.

and he knew he messed up, before he even saw your eyes gloss over, tears bubbling and bottom lip quivering, “t-that was mean..” you sniffled out, feeling your whole body burning up in embarrassment and upset.

and the tears didn’t stop, eddie panicking a little— he was used to you being sensitive, crying and being emotional, it wasn’t a bad thing but you were right, what he said was mean and now he made you cry in front of everyone.

“hey, hey.. i’m sorry, i didn’t— i didn’t mean that.” he grimaced before clearing his throat and standing up, “c’mon.” he held his hand out.

you didn’t take it, but you did stand up and you walked out of the cafeteria, knowing eddie was following behind.

you got into an empty classroom, sniffling against the back of your hand and comfortingly squeezing your arm.

“baby, it does matter, i shouldn’t of dismiss you like that or talked to you like that, i didn’t mean it.” eddie stood in front of you, rocking back and forth on his feet and breathing out shakily.

“i’m so sorry angel..” he said quietly.

you hiccuped in between soft sobs, lipgloss smudged and some mascara markings on your under eyes as you looked up at your boyfriend, “please don’t talk to me like that. i join in b-but i don’t wanna be laughed at for not liking the same things all the time but i still get laughed at when i’m just doing my own thing, that’s not fair.” you frowned.

“you’re right, it shouldn’t be like that— fuck, i’m so sorry. i’ll make sure you never feel like that again, i’ll make it more comfortable for you, i love you so much, just the way you are and i know you’re so brave hanging out with us freaks,” he chuckled, “i’m so happy you are who you are, i don’t want it any other way.” he sighs, fingers tangling with yours as he pulled you against his chest and smothered you in kisses over every inch of your face.

“i— love— you— so— much.” he said, each word in between a firm kiss, feeling awful but promising himself he’d make you feel much more comfortable and he never wanted to make you cry again.

“just don’t want you to feel like you’re too good for me and wonder off one day, i need you.” he cupped your face.

“i need you more, stupid.” you sniffled.

#fairy drabbles 🤍#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie

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neko-rogers · 4 years ago

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hey!! I’m not sure if your inbox is still open but I thought I’d send this just in case! what would you think abt a dark!peter who’s obsessed w s/o and offers to have her stay with him during like the stay-at-home pet of covid so she’s not alone then when it’s lifted he’s like lol you’re not leaving. sorry that’s kinda long and super specific. i absolutely love your writing though!!💗

Jamie All Over

words: 2,040 (no, i should be sorry bc this was chaotic)

tags: didn’t expect it to be this LONG, manipulative!peter parker, grooming, overprotectiveness, slight mentions of sex, don’t expect too much lmao its a headcanon

a/n: hi babe! i wasn’t entirely sure if you wanted this as a one shot (but if u do let me know!)

so you’re pretty unaware of every move peter is trying to do with you, you know? you were not really sure if it was a kind gesture, as the gentleman he seemed to be, or was it just a special treatment

ever since second year and until now as both of you were on your fourth year, he was consistent with his efforts

these moves were moments like when he would carry your books to your next class or confidently invite you to a study ‘date’ at the library after – often times he tells that his friends were invited, but would never show up later on

sometimes he would bring you lunch. you tried to turn it down kindly, but he insists that it was purposely packed as an extra for when he stays late around the university.

it was a lie though. anyone could tell by the way it was prepared looking very appetizing and tasted just as amazing at it was presented.

and as peter had mentioned that he lived alone, you also assumed he was the one to make his meals. you were so sure he doesn’t pack for an extra and intentionally wants to impress you with his skills.

“hey, y/n!,” he calls, “look this eggroll has a cute design!”

he honestly was an epitome of a walking sunshine. his smile seemed so pure and you never felt any ill-intent for every gesture he had done for you

his friends seemed very welcoming the moment he introduced you to his group

you got along with ned who seemed to be just as joyful and funny as peter. meanwhile mj was a bit more of a tough cookie, nevertheless you both eventually got a long better than you expected

however, it came to one point wherein your own group of friends started being disheartened with your lack of communication

“you’ve been spending more time with that parker boy, huh?” “yeah, kinda?” “are you two like... dating?” “oh no! no... no... nooo!”

the moment they frowned at you was then that you realized and felt a little more guilty. you always remembered that friends were supposed to be friends despite the lack of time and effort, right?

somehow you tried to compensate for the lack of time with your friends. but every minute you spend felt more awkward than before

they weren’t sharing the same vibe with you and you were starting to question if it had been always like it – were you only adjusting to them?

you reached out for peter, considering that he became one of the closest and trusted people around the university. plus, he seemed to have genuinely great friends

“do you feel happy when you’re spending time with them?”

“well i used to but recently–”

“then you should stop being friends with them.”

you were upset for a second. the way he instantly told you that cutting ties with them would be the (only) option

he sounded serious on the other end of the line and you were just speechless for a moment. the dead air between lines was evident, but you didn’t know what to say

“sorry,” peter makes up, “i didn’t mean to sound too serious. i just don’t like people who are rude, especially to you.”

“oh, it’s fine. i totally get it.” you felt a batch of butterflies around your stomach. someone actually cared for you!!!

the moment you didn’t hesitate on losing your friendship with your past friends and moved on with joining peter’s group, things felt lighter.

somehow you felt more expressive than you realized. they were open to your ideas and thoughts, just as you were with them. you felt super comfortable and realized that you weren’t holding back on anything anymore

that’s why you had expected your winter break to be better than your past ones

everyone agreed to skate around the ice rink in rockefeller for christmas. along with it, also spending new year’s eve at the time square

news flash: you finally had the cliche new year’s eve kiss, with none other than peter parker!!! hooray!!!

for anyone who had common sense, your feelings for peter had accentuated. you weren’t denying it either, and the boy wasn’t oblivious to it too

he was just so irresistible and kind to you, like, all the time – to surreal, honestly

you felt and KNEW you were spoiled with peter (and his friends, who liked to spend time with you outside too, just not as much as him)

just as you were planning your spring break activities, it had to be postponed for another time

a lockdown had to be implemented around the country as it was under the state of a pandemic

mj and ned told the group that they’ll be with their families since lectures had to be concluded for the mean time

you planned to do the same, but you expected that this situation wouldn’t last long. so you chose to stay in your dorm rather than return to your hometown

completely sucks since you not only don’t get to hang out with your friends, but you weren’t able to see anyone in person...

until you got a text from peter

he was literally inviting you over his apartment since he explained that he wasn’t returning home either

you practically rushed to pack a small amount of clothes for a sleepover whilst not forgetting to wear a mask (bc it’s fucking important ok)

you arrived at his address and a big warm hug ensues

his unit was so tidy and you were convinced he did it to impress you

peter was so happy to see you, acknowledging that you’re also spending a few nights with him

the nights mostly consisted of eating snacks and binge watching movies

however during one of those nights, both of you got a bonus – making out on his couch and further, completely forgetting the television

making out with peter wasn’t awkward at all. most of the time he was the one in control, which you didn’t mind

his hands treated you so gently but the way he teased you made you crave for more than what he was offering

a lot of whining, swearing, and begging – you weren’t aware but he was enjoying it a lot

on his side, he did praise you from time to time, but most of it consisted of raw tension and actions. the room was full of grunts and short breaths

just want to include how sexy peter would be while he moans all over you. like his whole sunshine personality just drained away the moment he places his hands on either sides of your waist

the next day you felt like a princess even though you know it shouldn’t be???

apparently peter prepared breakfast for you and you felt embarrassed walking around his place only in the shirt you wore yesterday and underwear

just when you thought the extra lunch he packs for you was already amazing, the breakfast he prepared whilst being fresh and hot was just incredible

“you really like it?”

“of course! you really have to teach me to cook sometimes”

peter laughs and jokes, “yeah, don’t worry. i feel like we’ve got a lot of time ahead.”

ok fast forward to a few more days when you were beginning to feel like a freeloader. he lets you borrow a few of his clothes as yours were in the laundry

by the time you wanted to stop by your place, peter started to be more... clingy

at first he didn’t want you to go but after a few more debates, he felt defeated and instead insisted on going with you

eventually you caved and let him. it wasn’t that bad either, he talked to you about a lot of things on the way leaving you entertained the whole walk without realizing how far it had been

he helped you ‘pack’ more stuff so you wouldn’t be going back and forth from his place and yours. you felt like you were going out of town for a month with the amount of clothes and products

both of you returned to his place around late afternoon. you felt pretty tired and didn’t hesitate to pass out on the living room couch

when you woke up you sensed that you were in peter’s bedroom, meaning he carried and tucked you during the night

plus! an arm was wrapped around your midriff and you could feel peter’s breathing against your side

you closed your eyes and appreciated the moment. it was cute and made butterflies flutter around your stomach, and you tried not to move much to not wake him up

anyways apparently the pandemic lasted longer, and more serious, than expected (fuck the government and their incompetency)

you spent more time with peter and was thankful that you didn’t spend this quarantine alone

within a blink of an eye, a month and a half already had passed. you couldn’t deny that most, or all, days have been unproductive

eat, cook, watch tv, cuddle, fuck, repeatedly get spoiled??? yeah sounds like the dream

weird though because you haven’t completely brought up to peter if you’re actually in a relationship with him. oh no were you just friends with (a lot) of benefits??

but you also felt like it wasn’t the time to bring it up. neither of you were saying anything so it was best to let it be for the fear that things might go downhill from there

anyways this continued for more weeks, especially since the ‘stay-at-home’ policy was deemed necessary

you started to help him do errands around the apartment just to feel like you weren’t an actual freeloader – but it wasn’t a surprise when he kept insisting that you should relax

more cute moments

more sexy times

and more cuddles during night (peter’s grip became tighter every night, but you shrugged it off assuming that it was just you getting homesick and overthinking)

ok but when you brought up being homesick and mentioned that you planned peter wasn’t entirely happy about it

the way he acted wasn’t just clingy. he insisted that he’d be the one to go and that you were staying

“ok but i’m not a dog, peter?” “i know, honey, but it’s too dangerous outside. i wouldn’t want you to be at risk.” “i wear a mask?? i follow health protocols?? i’ll be fine??” “you don’t understand–”

oh god he was becoming controlling

you tried not to argue anymore, rather ignoring and pushing past him to proceed to the door

and peter instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist and prevented you from walking further

there was a lot of struggling, but you didn’t know he was this strong. literally what the hell.

you tried to scream too but he pretty much threatened you to your core

“let’s talk this out,” he grunts as he secures his grip around you

“the hell? let me go!”

things got more complicated. he did convince you to talk with him (by means of tying your arms and legs to incapacitate you from running and righting)

it was a nightmare. he was really soft and sweet with you, even getting teary eyed after stating, “i only want what’s best for you... for us”

however you could sense the manipulativeness through it despite being making everything else look convincing

“trust me, sweetie, i wouldn’t want to hurt you. it would crush me” “please don’t cry. i’m only protecting you” “people are disgusting, they don’t deserve an angel like you” “don’t worry, i can protect you”

it terrified you to your nerves, sending shivers across your spine

at first you didn’t realize it, but eventually after days of being trapped, you figured he had been grooming you the whole time

he tried to make you dependent of him and somehow he did a fine job. just not enough to completely exploit you

though, it made you question what would have been better in your situation: being conscious of his sly nature with the hope of escaping or being unaware and completely wrapped around his finger whereas letting him continue how greatly he had been caring for you?

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transfemlogan · 2 years ago

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im new-ish here so sorry if this is an obvious question, but do you have trans headcanons for any of the other sides? 👀

HIII I have a million trans hcs always do not worry. I love talking abt trans sides

NOTE: i do bring up how i think some sides might not use prns or use neo prns or whatever, but i do still refer 2 them w/ he/him prns bcuz i might not have a set of prns i think theyd use. (Ex. I think roman uses neoprns, but I don't know which ones / my hc changes so I use he/him in this post. If that makes sense)

THIS GOT SUPER LONG SO IM PUTTING IT UNDER A READMORE !!!

I really like the concept of virgil being trans but not using a narrow label to describe himself. So rather than him identifying as a trans man or a trans woman or non binary, he just identifies as Transgender (or queer!). He doesnt use a specific label

I just feel like he either has so much anxiety abt his gender identity, he just doesnt focus on it at all & doesnt try 2 figure it out OR he has SO much anxiety abt his gender identity, he tries too hard 2 figure it out & has like a million labels he uses. No inbetween.

Roman TOTALLY hoards gender i bet that guy has like 300 genders & he doesnt stop getting more. I think Roman is just a very big hoarder of xenogenders & neo prns & even names. Like he gets a new name every month & with 3 new sets of prns. I feel like he has to scrutinise his gender & what it means 2 him & stuff bcuz he is the most insecure person on earth.

Patton & Janus 2 me r super chill abt their gender identity but in different ways

I tend 2 hc trans Patton as a gnc trans man. I think Pattons chill in the way that he knows what he is & he isnt worried too much abt if he "fits" that label. Like he 100% wears skirts & dresses & does his make up & does common "feminine" things, maybe still uses she/her prns, but isn't bothered abt whether or not that makes him a "real trans man." I bet this guy has ZERO gender dysphoria.

Patton sees someone talking abt what being a trans man "actually is" & hes like "i dont feel that way at all... oh well!" & moves on w/ his life. He is not worried at ALL. He is confident & happy w/ his identity. He ALSO def uses they/them prns (he/she/they patton REAL trust me)

Janus is also chill, but in the way that if he sees a label that fits him better he just changes to it without question. I dont have a stagnant trans label I give 2 Janus, i jump around a lot. I view Janus as like, "oh. I use the label (for example) demiboy, but I actually think trans masc agender fits me better. So i'm using that now" & then later is like "you know what? I think genderfluid fits me better, ill use that one instead" like he isnt freaking out if he relates to a different label or thinks hes something else. He's shrugging his shoulders & moving the fuck on. He also totally might use neoprns, i think he is a neoprn enjoyer. Janus changes his name 24/7, not due 2 gender rzns, but bcuz he is running from the police /j

REMUS IS DEF A NONBINARY PERSON. I cannot see remus as having a binary gender. This guy is genderqueer genderfreak agender gendervoid ANY OF IT. ALL OF IT !! Remus doesn't have a gender, but he definitely has a dead guy stored in the trunk of his car. He's too busy throwing bricks at people & going dumpster driving to have a binary gender. Roman took all the gender in the womb /j

Remus def doesn't use he/him or she/her prns but he either uses a set of neoprns OR doesn't use any prns at all.

And lastly, Logan, because u said "hcs for any of the other sides" which I am assuming means u already know what I tend to hc him as BUT!!! while I might change labels 4 Logan, I do tend 2 hc her as a she/her femme transfem genderfluid man. BUT i also really like genderqueer or xenogender user Logan!! I think Logan uses older terms 2 describe himself. Like rather than calling himself transgender, he prefers the term transsexual. He also 100% does so much research into trans history (OFC all the sides do but I think logan likes it in an autistic way) which is why he uses older terms.

ALSO LOGANS TOTALLY AUTIGENDER? I think he def has ASD & it affects the way he views his gender. Not in a "i dont get societal views about gender, so I don't understand my gender" but in a "i dont get societal views abt gender, so I understand my gender very well" (aka im projecting on2 logan) if that makes any amount of sense. Its more abt the fact that he wants to understand why people view gender a certain way & learning the "rules" around gender & making his own, rather than not understanding & rejecting the concept (which both r ok). He is a rule follower & a schedule needer what else can i say.

AND !!! JUST BECAUSE I CAN !!! I think the orange side is also very autistic but on the opposite spectrum from Logan (I JUST FEEL IN MY HEART THAT HES AUTISTIC. I KNOW IVE NEVER MET HIM BUT HES AUTISTIC TO ME. I can SENSE it.)

He 100% doesn't get the concept of gender so he rejects it completely. He doesn't get the "rules" & doesnt want to know them. Whether this means he is on the binary or nonbinary IDK i just know this man wants 2 fist fight the concept of gender.

#THIS WAS SOO FUN THANK U ANON. I LOVE TALKING ABT TRANS SIDES #ask #sanders sides #<- main tags bcuz i want other ppl 2 rblg & talk abt their trans hcs

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xingqiu-irl · 3 years ago

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i really really like chibedo aaaaaa they're so cute

i keep daydreaming about them in my genshin hs au ahahshdh

like albedo has like no friends and is quiet and childe is like. popular. and in a class they have assigned seats next to each other or smthn and childe keeps trying to talk to albedo but albedo is still quiet, but everyday chulde learns just a bit more about albedo and before he even knows it they're good friends; albedo's only other friend is sucrose and even then they're not the closest? so childe is like “woo im your second ever friend!!” and albedo is just like. yeah, sure ok.”

most of the time during their conversations childe does the speaking, but sometimes albedo will chime in with their own stuff. it's only really when the two are alone does albedo speak a lot, and most of the time it's rambling about things they're learning. childe finds it all the more intriguing, how they can ramble on and on about things they've studied and things they're learning and how childe could find it all so interesting. childe wasn't stupid, not by a long shot, but he never found science or math or anything “stem” related all that interesting. yet when albedo just went on and on about those subjects— he’d listen on so intently. and albedo would always help out childe if he needed it, always make sure he was passing his classes just fine while not being too hard on him.

they met when they were juniors, and got close. they stayed just as close around the summer too. if you saw childe, albedo was probably with him. if you saw albedo in the halls, guess who was right next to them? childe. it wasn't often you'd see them separated. and it wasn't often you'd see anything but a neutral expression on albedos face except when they were talking to childe, where a small smile always seemed to creep onto their lips. the duo didn't have arguments or fights ever— sometimes it seemed like they never even had disagreements. albedo was never one to share their opinions on anything and even when childe said his opinions it was like they always agreed.

senior year was a little different though. they both were a little busier, trying to plan out what they'd do after high school. albedo seemed to have it cut out clear, even with certain universities offering them scholarships. they knew what they wanted to do, who they wanted to be, and yet childe had barely any idea of what he wanted to do. there were so many options and he just didnt know—late one night while he was over at albedos, just sort of idly sitting on their bed while albedo quietly read something next to him, leaning into his side ever so slightly, childe let out a breathy sigh. his gaze fixated on the ground, “how did you figure out what you'd wanted to do for the rest of your life?” was all childe asked. and a few moments later he felt albedo sit up a bit more, no longer leaning into his side and leaving a bit of warmth there. his blue eyes glanced towards the other, his gaze still fixated downwards. albedo gave a light shrug, not saying a word for a few moments, “I don't know. I suppose I've only ever been good in two fields, so I went with my best one. I didn't have much of another choice really.”

ah. that didn't help much at all did it? childe didn't really have something he excelled in like albedo. he wasn't good at one particular field like albedo. he didn't have his life set out and planned for him like albedo. and in that moment, maybe he felt just a slight tinge of resentment and jealousy. albedo already knew what they wanted to do, who they wanted to be, exactly how to get there- and it was all just practically handed to them because they were always good in that subject. they were too good in every subject. childe sighed, clearing his throat afterwards. “right, that makes sense,” childe mumbled, quieter than usual. quieter than albedo's ever heard. “im sorta jealous of you, ahah. you have your life set out, planned, handed to you even. i have no clue what i want to do, im not particularly the best at anything.” childe added an awkward chuckle at the end, slightly embarrassed.

“jealous?” albedo questioned, their head turning to fully look at childe, a brief quirked. they almost seemed upset at the implication that childe of all people was jealous of them. “youre great at many things, childe. you have some traits i wish i had. you're charismatic, charming even. you can make friends, talk to people like it's nothing? I can't, childe. you don't have to be absolutely sure on your life just yet, alright? please, don't be jealous of me.” albedo narrowed their eyes, and the two were making eye contact. childe blinked, and he felt for maybe the first time in his life something he'd label as actual love.

and over the months he only felt his love grow stronger. every time albedo would place a hand on his back, every time albedo would say something reassuring, the times they'd stay up way late at night just talking about whatever came up, it made childe pin all the more harder. albedo would spare a glance while they were sitting in class. childe could feel his heart skip a beat or something, and he tried paying attention but he just couldn't stop thinking about the other. these emotions, feelings, christ they were going to be the death of him, huh?

he'd invited albedo to hangout somewhere outside of their home. usually if he wanted to hangout with albedo it'd have to be at albedo's house. but now here they were, late at night in some random park. it was dimly lit, as the only real lighting came from unevenly spaced lamp posts you'd see every once in a while in the park and the street lamps from the road. it was just bright enough for childe to make out albedos features, all of their wonderful features. he stared, stared for far longer than he should've, than he was allowed to. albedo glanced over, moving a piece of hair just slightly out of their eyes. “is something wrong?” albedo questioned, though it was quiet, their voice as soft as ever.

“no, im just... admiring you,” childe let out with a awkward laugh following it, “youre amazing, albedo, i really like you,” childe confessed with a small sigh and another awkward chuckle. he'd hoped albedo understood what he meant, that this wasn't platonic. childe already felt like his face was burning up after confessing now, and he might just die if he had to elaborate.

albedo stared at childe, their face blank and mouth slightly ajar. they tried to find the words, to find what to say. their expression morphed into a perplexed one. emotions was certainly not something they were good at childe could seem so in touch with his emotions. albedo was not. they rarely tried to express how they felt, yet childe could surely express himself so casually. albedo didnt know what to say, how to feel, surely they felt the same way but they really weren't sure they could put it into proper words. “give me some time to think.” that's what albedo said. truthfully, they knew it wasn't the thing to say, they knew they felt the exact same way childe did. but now they had to figure out how to put that into words. childe looked disappointed. albedo internally sighed. they hated seeing childe upset, and now they were the reason. great. well now albedo would have to say something, to fix the situation. “er... i didn't know what to say, sorry,” they began, “i feel the same way, i think,” they looked down. staring at the ground, face far more red than it's ever been.

they didn't know what to do. neither did childe. but for now the just remained quiet. childe broke the silence, “uh, let's figure things out tomorrow, ill walk you home.” childe offered, grinning and trying to lighten the mood up a bit. albedo glanced up, making brief eye contact and nodding. they knew tomorrow was certainly going to be something. but for now, they could just enjoy the few moments left they had tonight with childe.

ok yeah i got really carried away on what was supposed to be a short au desc but, it's ok! ehhehsbxb i just thought this was cute and ive been daydreaming abt it all day so i thought i might as well ramble on tumblr sjdbfbdb

#long post #xingqiu.txt #chibedo #tartaglia #childe #albedo #genshin impact albedo #genshin albedo #genshin impact childe #genshin childe #xingqius aus.exe #aaaaa i love them #childe x albedo #albedo x childe

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blairsanne · 3 years ago

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In the Cards (12)

Big Wolf on Campus fanfic. Merton x OC. [Tommy also gets some pairings.]

Chapter Summary: Tommy can't de-wolf due to an illness, so Kalida and Merton skip school to care for him. Merton and Kalida later go on a date and when Kali gets home, she gets stern talking to from Uncle Bob.

Chapter 12: Truant

Merton sat at his desk, doing a final readover of his biology report.

Finding no errors, he pressed Print and flipped back over to MSN. To his disappointment, neither Tommy nor Kalida were online. A chat window popped up.

Margaret of Mertonia: hi Merton! ʍ€яţ๏ɲ [Boo back.]: Hey. ʍ€яţ๏ɲ [Boo back.]: How's your night going? Margaret of Mertonia: great! just watched that movie u recommended :3 ʍ€яţ๏ɲ [Boo back.]: Did you like it? Margaret of Mertonia: yeah but vampires are still cooler than werewolves ʍ€яţ๏ɲ [Boo back.]: I guess we'll have to agree to disagree on that one. Margaret of Mertonia: I dont get why u like them so much Margaret of Mertonia: they just get furry and go crazy Margaret of Mertonia: vampires live forever and are super strong and misunderstood ʍ€яţ๏ɲ [Boo back.]: I think you have a romantic view of vampires. Margaret of Mertonia: thats the great thing abt monsters tho is they can be whatever u want ʍ€яţ๏ɲ [Boo back.]: I guess I want werewolves to be good :P Margaret of Mertonia: but good werewolves are so goofy ʍ€яţ๏ɲ [Boo back.]: Maybe. Maybe I like goofy. ;) Margaret of Mertonia: haha that sounds like u ʍ€яţ๏ɲ [Boo back.]: Are you saying I'm goofy? ʍ€яţ๏ɲ [Boo back.]: I'm wounded. Margaret of Mertonia: i didnt mean it in a bad way tho ʍ€яţ๏ɲ [Boo back.]: Sure you didn't. Whatever you say. ;)

Merton was pulled out of the conversation by a knock at his back door.

ʍ€яţ๏ɲ [Boo back.]: brb

He opened the door and grinned widely, shoving his hands in his back pockets.

"Hey Kalida. What brings you over?" She fidgeted. "I wanted to run something by you… You can say no." He let out a small laugh. "Alright. Come on in." He moved back to motion her inside. "Can I offer you anything? A chilled Yoohoo?"

She shrugged. "I'm okay. We just had dinner." She wandered over to his couch and hesitated. "Can I sit?" "Of course." He climbed over the back of the couch and sat to face her. He could read the nerves in her body language, but he was just happy to see her. "You're welcome here whenever, you know." She smiled softly and looked away, tucking hair behind her ear. "Okay, cool."

"So, what's up?" "I've um… I've had some time to think about what happened with Mark." "Oh." His face fell into a concerned expression. "How are you doing?" She shrugged her shoulders. "I guess I'm okay. It was a weird experience." "Yeah, you've, uh, been through a few of those lately." She let out a hollow laugh. "Weirdly enough, I think the other timeline was worse than Mark."

"Wait, really?" Merton scrunched his face in confusion. "Yeah, I… I can't stop thinking about it. About how you got hurt." "But I didn't." He forced a smile. "I'm fine." "I know, but… You did. You died." She moved her trembling hand to her lap. "I was right there, and I couldn't do anything."

"Kalida…" Merton leaned forward and put a hand on her shoulder. "I don't know what it was like for you, but… It's okay now. I'm alright." She looked up at him as he rubbed her shoulder reassuringly. "I'm right here with you." She forced a smile, not wanting him to worry about her. "Yeah. You're right."

He tilted his head. "Are you okay?" She made an uncomfortable noise, looking away. "I'm fine. I just… What happened then, and what happened with Mark…. They were both bad, but they're just two totally different things."

He pulled his hand back, giving her space. "I know. I just thought… What he did to you… It's kind of like an invasion of privacy, or like a possession, I guess." "I think it was more like being drunk or something than being possessed. Plus, it was just-" she stopped herself, blushing as she looked away. "I mean, since it was with you, it wasn't so… Um… Like, bad…"

Merton raised his eyebrows. "Oh, uh… good…" He swallowed and picked at the chipping nail polish on his thumb. "Th-thanks, by the way. For… noticing it was weird, I guess, or not taking advantage-" "I don't think that's something you should thank me for." Merton interrupted. "If you care about someone, it should be natural to notice when they're not being themselves, or not to… Um…" He rubbed the back of his neck, unsure how to phrase his sentiment. "You know, it wouldn't be right, in that situation, to do something…"

She pulled her knees up against her chest. "Have you ever? I mean, gone all the way, with… anyone?" Merton cleared his throat, the awkwardness thick between them as they both avoided eye contact. I can't really lie about this. "I, uh. No, I have not." She nodded to herself. I feel like I shouldn't be so relieved…

"Have… you… ever?" "N-no. Not yet. I mean," She glanced his way and their eyes locked. "I'd like to." Merton stared back at her, mind going blank. "Eventually," she added. She broke eye contact and stared at his coffee table. "Right." He rubbed his hands on his pants. "I would also like to, eventually…" A tense silence fell between them.

Finally, Kalida took a deep breath. "Anyway, I came here because I was thinking about how a couple times, now, I've been in the camper and there's been a monster…" Merton shook his head slightly, trying to be normal. "Right…?" "Um, so, I was thinking, you know, maybe it would be good to have some weapons in there. Just in case something came up again-" "Oh, that's a great idea!"

She looked over at him, forcing a smile. "Only I don't have any, so…" He raised a brow, smirking slightly. "So you want to borrow some of mine?" "Yeah." She gestured, then started rambling. "But only if it's okay with you, because I don't want to mooch. Or if it's easier, you could help me get some of my own-"

"Kali, it's fine." He held his hands up. "It's smart to have a stash in Betsy. Then if something comes up, we don't necessarily have to head back to the Lair." "Okay." She tucked her hair behind her ear again. "If you're sure." "Yeah, it's no problem." He got up and walked over to a cabinet on his wall. He opened the door to reveal several axes and swords, and a variety of other weapons. "What do you think would be handy in there?"

She got up and made her way over. It was a different assortment than he'd had in the other reality; none of these were purely decorative. "I guess just something you don't need a lot of training in to use effectively?"

He rubbed his chin, studying the arsenal. "Hmm…" "Or maybe one I can't hurt myself with?" "Technically any weapon is dangerous." He pulled a rapier from its hook, then an axe and a crossbow. He turned to her with soft concern. "Promise to be careful if you use them." "I'll try not to break them, I promise." "No, I mean, don't hurt yourself. We're not… professionals." He gave a crooked smile. "Also, technically not all of these are legal to just have hanging around." She put her hand over his. "I promise."

---

Merton stood beside the camper while Kalida stashed the weapons inside.

When she came back out, she stood in front of him with her hands behind her back. "Thanks again." "No problem. I'm just glad I could be useful to you." She laughed. "What does that mean?" He shrugged. "You know, just... that it's nice to feel needed."

Her voice was a little too earnest when she replied. "I need you." He made a small noise, tongue-tied again at her choice of wording. "I-I mean, you're…" She blushed and looked to the side. "You're one of my best friends, and in the trio you're like the brain-"

"Actually, that reminds me." Kalida looked over at him, sucking in a breath. Merton licked his lips and pushed his hands into his back pockets. "I wanted to ask you- Since we haven't really- That is-" He cleared his throat. "Could I take you to dinner sometime?"

"Like a date?" He winced. "Yeeeeeah…?" Kalida broke out into a broad smile. "Of course." Merton lit up, grinning. "Great." "Great." They stared at each other, both unsure what to say. In unison, they broke the tension with an awkward laugh.

Kalida motioned to the driver side door. "I should probably get home. I have to finish my lab report for chem." "Right, school night." Merton gestured. "Don't want to keep you too late." "Right." She shifted her weight to her other foot. "Would it be weird to kiss you now?"

"Well, weird is relative. Technically we've already done more before so-" Merton was interrupted by her sudden kiss. He closed his eyes and kissed back. He leaned down slightly to make it easier for her, putting his hand on her shoulder.

When she broke the kiss, she gazed up at him. "Goodnight Merton." "Night Kali." He smiled down at her sweetly. She slowly backed away and climbed up into the camper.

He stood in the alley and watched as she drove off. When she was out of sight he let out a squeal, pumping his fist as he walked back inside.

---

When Kalida got home, she headed straight to her room with every intention to finish her homework. Sitting at the desk in her room, she pulled her textbook and lab notes out and looked them over. She found herself tapping her pencil against the pages and wiggling her feet, unable to focus.

I'll just make some tea. Then I'll be able to concentrate better.

She made her way down to the kitchen and flicked the kettle on. She stood at the counter, staring at the tea bag in her mug as she waited for the water to boil, but her mind was elsewhere. She kept thinking about how Merton had finally asked her out again.

I wonder where we'll go? And when? Is he a fancy restaurant kind of guy? Or maybe a packed meal up at the lookout…

Tommy entered the kitchen and pulled a carton of milk out of the fridge. He couldn't help but notice Kalida's far-off look. She was chewing her lip and smiling to herself, tapping her socked foot erratically against the kitchen tile.

"What's got you so excited?"

"Hm?" She started, glancing over at Tommy as though she'd been caught doing something. She forced a laugh, playing it off. "W-what do you mean? I'm just waiting for the water." Tommy raised a brow, an amused smile playing on his lips. "Uh-huh…" He poured the milk into a tall glass. "Must be some good tea you're making."

She let out a small snort. "Can't I just be in a good mood?" "Sure, sure." He put the milk away. "And I'm sure it has nothing to do with a certain pale loner you snuck off to visit after dinner." She gawked. "Did you talk to him or something?" Tommy tapped his nose and winked. "Wolf life." She rolled her eyes. "Well that's an invasion of privacy." He laughed, then chugged the glass of milk.

The kettle clicked off and she poured the hot water into her mug. "So what happened?" Kalida glanced at Tommy, then back at her tea. She moved the tea bag around in a circle to stir the water. "I borrowed some weapons from him." He raised a brow, not convinced. "That's it?" She tried to hide her grin. "And he asked me out to dinner."

He chuckled. "So you two are finally gonna have your first real date." He wagged his eyebrows at her. "Nice." She turned to face him. "It's not weird? I mean, I'm not saying you get a vote-" "As long as you can keep your hands off each other when we're all hanging out, I'm all for it." "Yeah?" She blew on her drink. He shrugged. "It's nice to see you guys so happy."

She thought back to the other reality, where Tommy had been with that Stacey girl. "How about you? Are you looking for a steady girlfriend?"

Tommy rubbed the back of his neck, but thought about it seriously. "It would be nice. But the chances of me being able to get close enough with someone, to let them know... y'know…" He gestured wolf ears. "It's just not something I can do right now."

Her shoulders slumped slightly. "I think you'll find someone eventually, though." Tommy shrugged. "It's not a big deal." "But still. I'm sure the right person is out there." Tommy forced a light-hearted smile. "I guess we'll see."

---

The night air was cold and wet.

Kalida railed against Tommy's chest, struggling in an attempt to break free.

"We have to go." "Let go of me!" She screamed in his ear as he lifted her over his shoulder, pounding his back with balled fists. He adjusted his grip, the rifle in his hands pressing against her legs as he struggled to keep her in his grip.

"MERTON!" She stared at the lifeless body fading into the distance on the road behind them. The dark hid his features, creeping in around her until it consumed everything.

---

Kalida woke with a start, clutching her chest as she grounded herself back into reality.

It didn't happen, it's not real.

She'd had a similar dream every night or so since being in the other reality. Sometimes she was fighting the monster. Sometimes Tommy was carrying her away. The outcome was always the same, though; Merton's body lying lifeless on the road.

She wiped the cold sweat from her brow and checked the time.

Three minutes before the alarm.

She clicked it off and got up, dragging herself into the bathroom to take a shower.

---

When she was finally ready to head downstairs to eat breakfast, she realized that Tommy's bedroom door was still closed.

Did he sleep in? She knocked gently. "Tommy?"

She heard a loud groan. "Kali, come in here."

She opened the door slowly, feeling awkward. "You sound like cr-whoa." She shut the door behind her quickly, speaking in a shouted whisper. "You're wolfed out!"

Tommy was staring groggily up at her from his bed, shirt soaked in sweat. His blanket had been kicked to the floor. The fur on his face was matted and messy, and his skin was discolored.

She knelt by the edge of the bed. "Are you okay? You look ill." "I feel so gross, Kal…" he whined. "I can't go to school like this." "Okay, fair. But you need to," she gestured at the top of her head. "Put the ears away? What if your parents come home and see you? Or Dean?" "Dean's not gonna come in here…" He rolled onto his side, wincing. "I can't go back to normal." "What do you mean you can't?" He pouted up at her. "I have to relax, and I can't relax… Merton knows…"

She nodded, patting his shoulder. "Okay. I'll call Merton. You just try to rest for a bit, okay?"

---

Kalida tapped her foot impatiently as the line buzzed. "Hello?" A young female voice answered. "Hi. Becky? It's Kalida Dawkins." "Oh. Um. Hi." "Hey. Is Merton still there?" "Lemme check." There was a scraping sound as Becky put the mouthpiece against her hand before yelling, "FREAKER! PHONE!"

She heard another line pick up, and a male voice answered. "Hello?" "Merton! Hey. It's Kali." "Oh, hey." She could hear the smile in his voice. "One sec." His voice was muffled. "HANG UP THE PHONE, BECKY!" Kalida heard the other line click off.

"Sorry about that. To what do I owe the pleasure of speaking with you this fine morning?" "It's Tommy. He's sick, can't get out of bed." "Did you try calling Sally?" "I can't. He's," she lowered her voice. "Wolfed out."

"Oh!" Merton made a humming sound. "Okay, I'll be right over. Call the school and say you're both sick - but pretend to be Sally, they won't let you out if you call in as yourself. I've tried." She tried not to laugh. "Okay, will do." "See you in a few." "Thanks." "Of course."

---

Kalida led Merton up the stairs. "Has he ever been sick like this? Since he got bit I mean?" "Not that I know of." She knocked on Tommy's door. "Can we come in?" "Yeah," he groaned.

She opened the door and led Merton in, closing it behind them despite only Dean being home.

Merton sat on the edge of Tommy's bed and gave him a pitying look. "Aww. Is Tommy not feeling good?" he felt Tommy's forehead with the back of his hand and frowned.

"Don't make me bite you," Tommy grumbled. "Been there, done that." He opened his coffin bag up and pulled out a thermometer. "Say ahh." Tommy grimaced. "Is that thing clean?" Merton put a hand over his heart and closed his eyes. "Thoroughly sanitized, and never used rectally." Tommy gave him a dubious look but relented. Holding the thermometer beneath his tongue, he layed back on his pillow.

Merton looked over at Kalida. "Could you go get a cool, damp cloth? I think we'll need to get his temperature down." "Sure. Just a sec." She left the room, closing the door behind her.

Merton took the thermometer out of Tommy's mouth when it beeped. "Like I thought. A mild fever." He pulled two pill bottles out of his bag. "Have you taken anything yet?" "No. I didn't want to get up."

Kalida came back with a bowl of ice water and a damp cloth. "Here." She set them down on the nightstand and gave Tommy a concerned look. "Fever?" His eyes barely focused on her. "Yeah."

Merton took the cloth and carefully placed it on his forehead. "Nothing too concerning. Just gotta get you to de-wolf before your parents get home. I'm sure you'll be back to yourself in no time." He looked over at Kalida. "Sorry to make you the errand girl, but do you think you could get something for him to take some pills with? A drink and a little snack?"

"Oh," she nodded. "Easy. Be right back."

---

Kalida spread peanut butter in a thick layer over the soft white bread.

Dean called from the living room. "Kali, you making snacks?" "Uhh, not really. Just grabbing something for Tommy." "You guys have a Pro-D Day?" "Uhh, something like that, yeah…" She grimaced, feeling bad for lying to her cousin. It would be bad if he called Sally or Bob home, though.

"I'm gonna take a little nappy-poo. Lemme know when you're making lunch!" "You got it, Dean!"

---

"I'm not hungry." Tommy pushed Merton's face away with his paw.

Merton shook his head, snorting. "You can't just take ibuprofen on an empty stomach, though. Besides, it's peanut butter. You love peanut butter."

Tommy grumbled. "Please, Tommy, we just want you to get better," Kalida made puppy eyes at him. He sighed and begrudgingly took the sandwich from Merton. He ate it slowly, making faces with every bite. Halfway through, he abandoned it on the night stand.

"Y'know, Tommy," Merton snarked. "We both skipped school to take care of you, and you're being real baby about it." "Oh no, I ruined your perfect attendance." Tommy rolled his eyes. Merton raised a brow. "It might not matter to you, but some of us actually care about our grades."

Tommy glanced over at Kalida, then back at Merton. "Good thing you two nerds are smart enough to catch up." Merton held his finger up. "For the last time, Tommy. I am not a nerd, I am a goth." "And I'm a werewolf who can't even be sick at home without worrying about being found out."

Kalida hovered near the bed, wringing her hands. She turned her attention to Merton. "Is he going to be okay? Get de-wolfed before they get back?"

Merton nodded, looking unconcerned. "I'm sure once the muscle pain subsides, he'll be able to relax enough to de-wolf." He refreshed the towel on Tommy's head. "You just gotta calm down, okay, Tommy? Remember those haikus we practice."

Tommy closed his eyes. "The wind feels so nice…" he mumbled. Merton rolled his eyes. "Close enough." "I have some relaxing music on my ipod," Kalida suggested. "That might help. They say music soothes the savage beast."

Kali winced. "That's a misquotation, actually. The line from The Mourning Bride is actually 'Music has charms to soothe a savage breast.'" "Oh. Really? Why didn't I know that?" Merton frowned, then shook his head. "But regardless, music does help calm him down, so it's worth a shot."

---

Kalida rubbed her arm as Merton shut Tommy's door behind him. She whispered to him, "Is it really okay that he hasn't de-wolfed?"

Merton flashed her a reassuring crooked smile. "I'm sure after he finishes his nap, he'll feel a lot better. The fever wasn't that bad." She nodded at her room. "Let's go in here so we don't wake him." "S-sure."

Merton followed her and sat on the edge of her mattress. Her room smelled sweet in comparison to Tommy's, maybe a bit floral. He rubbed his palms on his lap as he looked around. Small desk with a computer and pile of homework. Vanity with makeup, hair stuff, jewellery. Dresser, closed closet doors.

She sat down next to him, then flopped onto her back, staring up at the ceiling with a sigh. "I feel so nervous." "Tell me about it…" Merton mumbled. You're in the-girl-you-like's bedroom. On the bed with her. Sure, she'd been in his room several times, even in and on his bed, but never while he was on the bed with her. And not since that conversation about going all the way.

"Could you imagine if Sally saw him like that?" She whistled. "What would he do without us, eh?"

Merton snorted. Of course she was thinking about Tommy. He glanced over at her. "I guess he's lucky to have us."

She let out a small laugh, visibly relaxing. "Yeah. Doctor Dingle to the rescue." She grinned at him. "You knew just what to do, like it was obvious." Merton shrugged. "I had to babysit Becky a few times when she was sick. It's not a big deal."

She propped herself up on her elbows. "It must be nice to have siblings." Merton scoffed. "Nice? She's lucky I don't wring her little-" He made a gesture for strangling. Kalida stifled a laugh. "Yeah, I can tell you guys really love each other, though."

Merton's face softened. "Well, she's still my baby sister, even if she is hellspawn." "What does that make you?" He gawked, holding a hand to his chest. "Did I just go from Doctor to Hellspawn?" She laughed. "Just curious what the family tree looked like." He flopped down on his stomach beside her. "I have a detailed record in the Lair if you ever need to see it." "Mmm, sounds thrilling."

The two shared a tense gaze as the reality of them lying on her bed set in between them.

Merton licked his lips. He saw her eyes flit between his own and his lips. He scooched over, propping himself up beside her, then leaned in to kiss her tentatively.

She shifted slightly beneath him, moving closer. She couldn't help but think back to the night in the lair when she'd been under the effects of Lilin energy. In comparison, these kisses were overly cautious.

Merton was careful not to touch her as he hovered barely-over her on the firm mattress. He shivered when she put a hand on the base of his skull, pulling him down with her as she laid back. Holding himself over her now, his hands on either side of her head, he pulled back to catch his breath. He didn't know what she was expecting, but barring their previous tryst - thank you, Markus - this was the most he'd done with a girl.

She bit her lip while he stared down at her. Was she being too forward? Maybe he didn't want to get all worked up while his friend was in the other room?

She leaned up and rubbed her nose against his affectionately, closing her eyes. He smiled and rubbed his nose against hers in reply, more at ease. He kissed her more forcefully, letting himself enjoy the burning desire it caused inside him. Her fingers rested on his chest, pulling gently on his shirt as they continued to make out.

Suddenly she pushed him away, looking over at the open door of her bedroom. "Did you hear that?"

Merton sat up and listened. They both heard the front door close.

"Crap," she whispered. "One of them came home." She scrambled off the bed and closed her bedroom door. She checked the time. 12:15. Merton stood awkwardly beside her bed, and whispered back. "What if they come in here?"

"Why would they come in here?" But she heard the familiar squeak of the bottom steps. She pulled Merton toward the closet with her and shut the door.

Alone in the dark, cramped space, Merton wrapped his arms around her. Leaning against his chest, she could hear his heart pounding. Or maybe it was hers.

"Hello? Is someone up here?" Sally's voice called out at the end of the hall.

"Do you think she heard us?" Kalida whispered. Merton whispered back. "Maybe. Do you think Tommy's back to normal yet?"

Sally's slow steps made the hallway floor creak. Kalida imagined Sally opening the door to Tommy's room, only to find a werewolf in his bed. Would she accept that her son was a monster? She'd freak out. I need to distract her.

"I have an idea. Stay hidden."

Before Merton could reply, Kalida left the closet and grabbed her homework off her desk. She rushed out into the hallway, eliciting a yelp from Sally.

"Kalida! You scared me half to death!" "Oh. Hey Aunt Sally. Sorry." She winced and stood between her aunt and Tommy's door. "What are you doing home in the middle of the day?"

She rolled her eyes and shook her head with a self-deprecating smile. "I was working on Chem last night and ended up leaving my books in my room by accident. Just stopped by on lunch period to grab them." She held her notebook and textbook up as proof.

Sally let out a small sigh. "I heard someone moving about up here and I thought we were getting broken into." Kalida forced a laugh. "Luckily, no." She followed Sally down the hall and to the main floor. "I didn't know you came home for lunch."

"I don't normally, but I've got an interview out at the farm this afternoon, so I came back for rain boots." She rolled her eyes and slipped her boots on.

Kalida sat on the bench and tied on a pair of cheap black Chuck Taylor knockoffs. "Well, have fun with that. I should jet, gotta get back before class starts."

Sally followed her out, locking the front door. "Kalida, dear, wait." Kali hesitated, halfway down the stoop. "What is it?" Sally put her hands on Kalida's shoulders. "I just wanted to say, you're really doing great. With school, and even being a good friend to Tommy. It doesn't go unnoticed." "Aww, Aunt Sally…" she looked away, feeling a twinge of guilt. Afterall, she was skipping school, lying, and hiding a boy in her room.

---

Merton stood in the dark closet by himself until he heard the front door locking. He let out a held breath, then pushed open the door.

I wonder how long she'll be gone for? They hadn't exactly talked over her plan before he was left alone in her bedroom. He looked around. He didn't want to wake up Tommy, but at the same time, he didn't want to be caught in Kalida's room by Tommy's parents. He quietly closed her bedroom door, then sat down at her desk. He pushed the power button on her monitor.

It blinked on to reveal a screensaver of rotating photos. Kalida and her Canadian friends. Kalida's parents. Some children Merton didn't recognize. Merton and Tommy making faces.

Merton smiled softly and shook the mouse. A password prompt blinked onto the screen.

What would her password be? He tried his own. "That would be too easy."

KalidaDownSouth. No. GranvilleGang. No. FutureMrsDingle. No. Maybe that was wishful thinking.

He sighed, thinking back on when her friends had come to visit. NerdClubRepresent. The password screen cleared to reveal a cluttered desktop. Her background was a collage of Spuffy screen captures. He let out a small laugh. "She really is a nerd."

He clicked open a folder titled "Pictures". Inside were over a dozen other folders - some were dated, some were names of tv shows and movies. She had an entire folder of pictures of Harry Potter fanart. Most of them were of people at various events that he didn't recognize; friends, family.

He closed that folder and scanned the other folders on her desktop. Fanfics. Music. Road Trip.

He opened the Road Trip folder. The folder was mainly a jumble of images of different quality of landmarks. He double-clicked the Word document at the top titled Route Plan.

It was a detailed route - complete with screen-captured map images, tourist attractions, campsites, gas station locations, Walmart locations, everything - from Pleasantville all the way up to British Columbia.

He thought back to her conversation with him about running away in her camper. He hadn't taken it too seriously at the time, but now he felt a twist of concern. He opened a browser window and quickly emailed himself a copy. Just in case.

---

In an attempt to be convincing, Kalida had driven in the direction of the school. However, along the way, she'd gotten lost in the routine and ended up driving all the way there.

Technically I could go to class… That's what I'm supposed to be doing today.

She sat in the parking lot a moment mulling it over, but concluded it would be best to return to the house. She had left Merton there, after all, and she had no idea if Tommy was back to normal. Plus technically I called us in sick.

Remembering her conversation with Dean, she decided to make a quick stop at the Hungry Bucket on the way home.

---

Merton took the thermometer out of Tommy's mouth and smiled at the results. "I knew a rest would help."

Tommy sat up, de-wolfed and looking healthier. He motioned to his dresser. "Hey Merton, can you pass me a clean shirt? Top drawer." "Sure thing." He dug around in Tommy's dresser and pulled out an orange t-shirt. "This okay?" "Yeah, whatever's fine." He caught the shirt when Merton lobbed it - with vague accuracy - then pulled his sweat-soaked one off and tossed it back.

Merton grimaced and held the damp thing gingerly and carefully placed it in Tommy's hamper. "Thanks for that." Tommy laughed. "You think that's bad, stay away from the locker room after practice." Merton wheezed. "Right, like I'd go to the jock den when they're all hopped up and aggressive. Likely." Tommy frowned. "They're not that bad. Most of the guys are good people."

He perched himself on the footboard facing Tommy, his feet on the mattress. "I realize you forget this, Tom, but I don't exactly fit in with your friends." Tommy shrugged. "They're just my teammates. You and Kal are my real friends."

"Your pack?" Merton grinned. Tommy sighed. "She told you I said that?" He laughed. "I think it's cute." He rolled his eyes. "Cute, great."

"Hey, speaking of Kali…" "She already told me you asked her out." "No." He held his hands out. "I mean. Yes. I did. But that wasn't what I was going to say." Tommy raised a brow.

"You know, before… How she said something about taking off in her camper?" Tommy nodded thinking back. "Something about living in Walmart parking lots?" "Right. Well, when I was on her computer, I saw that she'd made up an actual route plan all the way up to Canada."

Tommy shrugged. "Could be old. Or maybe she's planning on driving up in the summer or something." "I-is she moving back to Canada when she graduates?" Tommy frowned. "I dunno. We never talk about that." The two shared a long look.

"Is it selfish to want her to stay?" Merton asked. Tommy ran a hand through his hair, sighing. "She's gonna do what she wants anyway. You know Kali." "One time, a while back, we talked about going to school in Europe." "Europe?" "They have that occult school in Germany. I could probably get in."

Tommy rubbed his arm. "Why don't you just ask Kali what she's planning?" "And say what, I was snooping on your computer?" "Were you?" "M-maybe a little." He gave a wincing grin. "Kinda maybe guessed her password and took a look when she wasn't there." "Yeah, maybe don't tell her you did that." Tommy gave Merton an unimpressed look. "Might not go over well." "Heh."

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When Kalida pulled back up to the house, she prayed that Bob and Sally came home at their usual times, and didn't think much of seeing Betsy in the driveway.

She entered the living room and held a bag up to Dean. "Lunch delivery." "Is that the rapturous smell of fried chicken?" Dean was overcome with emotion. "You b-beautiful creature. Thank you." "Technically Sally asked me not to bring you these anymore, so keep it on the down-low, cuz." Kalida winked. "Oh-ho, not a problem." "Kay. I'll be upstairs. Enjoy." Dean dug into the bag excitedly as she left the room.

Once upstairs, she entered her room and looked around with confusion. "Merton?" Tommy's door opened and Merton stood in the doorway, smiling over at her. "The baby calmed down."

She laughed and joined him across the hall. She was relieved to see that Tommy had de-wolfed and was sitting up in bed, propped against pillows.

"I brought lunch. Tommy let out a pleased groan as he took a box of fried chicken from her. "You are a good person." "You Dawkins boys should be the mascots for the Bucket," she laughed. "But I'm glad you got your appetite back."

Merton nodded. "I took his temperature. His fever is gone. Should be back to normal tomorrow." "Then we can all go to school." She sat on the corner of his bed and pulled out a nugget box for Merton. Merton smirked as he took it from her. "Yes, your favourite." She rolled her eyes. "Nerrrrrd." Tommy whispered, then filled his mouth with chicken and avoided eye contact.

She tilted her head and gawked at him. "I have gone to a lot of trouble for you today, y'know. I lied to the school, I missed all my classes, I lied to your mom, I bought us all lunch-"

"I love you, Kali…" Tommy made puppy eyes at her as he continued to eat. "That's better." She took a chicken wrap out of the bag for herself.

Merton settled on the floor in a cross-legged position and started eating. He tried to sound casual, but avoided eye contact. "Assuming our wolf crisis has been averted, would you want to go out tonight, Kal?" "Oh, um, yeah, tonight would work fine." Tommy noted the rosiness in both of their cheeks. "Aww, I'm being ditched?" he teased. Kalida threw a french fry at him, but he just caught it and ate it, winking at her.

"Well I don't really want to share Merton with you," she shrugged. "Why not?" Tommy whined. "I saw him first." "Pretty sure I kissed him first though, so…" "Are you, though?" Tommy smirked and leaned toward her. "I've spent the night more than you have." Kalida narrowed her eyes and looked between them both. "That is true…" Tommy snorted. Merton grinned, tilting his head. "I feel so loved."

---

They spent the next few hours chatting and playing cards on Tommy's bed.

Around the time that school would have ended, Merton slid off the mattress and stretched. "I should probably head home." "Already?" Kalida pouted. "Bob and Sally won't be home for another hour or so." "I figured this would give us time to get ready for tonight." He grabbed his bag from the floor.

Tommy rubbed his hands together raising a brow. "Oh, so it's the kind of date you have to get ready for." Kalida instinctively smacked at him, her focus still on Merton. "Oh, okay. What's the dress code?" Merton scrunched his face and tilted his head to the side as he thought. "Nicer than school, but not formal?" Kalida mimed a gun with her fingers and made a clicking sound. "Got it." She slid off the bed herself. "I'll show you out."

Tommy nodded up at Merton. "Merton. Thanks for coming over today." Merton grinned widely, making a shooing motion with his hands. "Ah, it's not big deal." "Nah, man, you did me a solid. I appreciate it." He held a fist out. Merton met Tommy's fist with his own, and then they both mimed an explosion, eliciting a giggle from Merton.

Kalida followed him out into the hallway and down the carpeted stairs. She stood beside the door as he pulled his shoes back on. Merton cleared his throat as he tied his laces. "So, can I pick you up at like five?" "Yeah." She licked her lips. "Sounds great." "Great." He stood and hesitated in front of her. "Then, I guess I'll see you then." She nodded, smiling. "See you soon."

He turned and opened the front door, skipping down the steps. "Merton, wait!" She leaned over the rail of the porch. "Thanks again for coming today. I didn't know what to do." Merton shrugged, smiling up at her from the driveway. "Happy to help." She waved him off. "See you later!"

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Kalida dabbed clear gloss over her lips, then checked herself in the mirror. She'd chosen a long-sleeved, casual maroon cocktail dress and paired it with black tights and ankle boots. Her long brown hair was slightly curled, and her makeup was smokier than usual.

That's not overdoing it, right? She examined her face, sneering at the bumps of skin where she was starting to break out. "Cause I totally wanted zits on a first date."

When the doorbell rang, she grabbed her purse from the floor and rushed down the hall. When she got down the stairs, she saw Tommy and Merton talking in hushed tones in the foyer with smiles on their faces.

Merton got distracted by the sight of Kalida at the foot of the stairs. His skin thrummed with excitement as she walked over. She looks like that to go out with me.

Tommy glanced between the two, immediately the third wheel. "Well, have fun guys." He winked at Kalida. "Try not to stay out too late." She stuck her tongue out at him. "Make sure to study before bed." He smacked her with his elbow on the way past, then waved his hand over his shoulder at Merton. "See ya!" With that, he was halfway up the stairs.

Merton cleared his throat. "Shall we?" Kalida nodded. "Let's."

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Kalida looked out the window of the hearse, noting that they were taking the road out of town. As they passed by the area where they'd been attacked by the scorpion man, she took in a sharp breath and looked over to Merton.

"So where are we headed?" He grinned. "There's this great little Italian place in Muellenburg that my family sometimes goes to. I got us a private booth." "Oh, that sounds nice." "I figured even if you didn't want their pasta dishes, pizza's always a safe bet. And they have other stuff." She laughed. "I'm not that picky of an eater, I'm sure it's great." He grinned. "Great."

They chased the setting sun down the highway between towns.

Kalida laid back against the seat, relaxing a bit. "It's nice to get out of town, sometimes." Merton swallowed, remembering her route plan. "You're a bit of a vagabond, I guess." "What?" She thought a moment. "Am I?" "Well, sure… You're always going camping, for example."

She hummed. "I guess. I think I like to remind myself that the world is bigger than my little circle. When things get too stressful, it's nice to think that I'm choosing to stay in a place, rather than stuck in a place."

"Do you ever feel stuck here?" "I did at first. My hands were sort of tied." She looked over at Merton with a grin. "But I'm enjoying it now." "Even with demons and werewolves bugging you?" he teased. "Well, they're not the only ones I spend my time with." He felt a bit of color rising in his cheeks and forced a laugh. "I guess that's true."

A silence fell between them again as she messed with the radio.

"There's a lot of world I haven't seen yet, though," she commented lightly. "I'd really like to travel in Europe, and maybe see the rest of North America. The States is such a big place, and I've never been to eastern Canada." Her voice turned wistful. "In the Maritimes everyone has crazy accents, and they've got harbour towns and lighthouses. I've always wanted to see it."

Merton chuckled. "Like I said, you're a vagabond." "No, that's not it! Isn't a vagabond someone who doesn't have a home? I want a home, too. I just want to vacation a lot. I want to see a lot of things and learn about the big weird world we live in." He nodded, mulling it over. "I think I follow." She stuck her tongue out at him. "Don't you?"

"I guess…" He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. "I think I'd be happy anyplace, if I have my friends and my hobbies to keep busy with." "So I can just stash you in the back and drive Betsy around," she laughed.

"Oh, so in your imagined future, I'd be allowed in your camper?" "Yeah, why not?" "You never let anyone in there." "Oh." She tapped her chin. "I guess I haven't." "For all I know, you're hiding some terrible secrets in there." "Right, I might be one of the monsters you fight." "I think I'd make an exception for you." "Oh? You'd have a monster girlfriend?" She laughed. "How reckless of you." "It wouldn't be the first time," he muttered.

"Wait, what?" Merton winced. "Let's just say I've had… a less than perfect track record when choosing dates." "Gosh, well, no pressure on me to break the combo," she laughed. "How about you?" "Can't say I've ever dated a monster. At least not that I know of, anyway." "But you've had boyfriends before?"

She shrugged. "I've dated guys, but nothing serious. Things didn't work out for one reason or another. Normal stuff." Merton made a small sound. He wondered if she considered them something serious or not. Kalida wasn't sure what to make of Merton's silence. "I guess that's good, because it would have sucked to move away from someone I was in love with."

"Like Isaac?" "What?" "I was wondering what your relationship with him was." "Um… friends?" "But you kissed him, right?" "He kissed me. And I turned him down. Because I like you." "R-right."

"Let's not get weird about other people, okay? I like you, I'm not gonna do anything with someone else. That's not who I am." "Sorry." Merton shook the idea from his head. "You're right. Let's just have a good date."

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When they got to the restaurant, Kalida looked around with mild surprise. It was a low-ceilinged first floor in an old building, with support pillars breaking up the tables. Along each side wall were private booths. When they were seated, the waiter lit a tealight and left them to ponder the menu.

"It's nice in here," she said quietly. Merton smiled to himself. So far so good. "I recommend their lasagna," he offered, looking over the large menu. "I'm not really in to red sauce, though." "Ah, the wholesome tomato, so unappreciated." She kicked his toe lightly with her foot. "I just prefer white sauce." "A boon to the dairy industry." She snorted.

After a moment she shut her menu. "So what are you getting?" He slowly shut the menu. "The lasagna." He shrugged and tilted his head to the side. "I'm a creature of habit."

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As they waited for their food to arrive, they talked about various things. Kalida told him stories of her time in Canada, and he told her about things he and Tommy had fought. By the time their food came, they were holding hands across the table, lost in conversation.

Merton perked up, pulling his hand back as the waiter put his plate down. A small casserole dish was bubbling with cheese beside two pieces of garlic bread.

Kalida's order was a bowl of tortellini covered in Alfredo sauce. When the waiter left, she stabbed a tortellini onto her fork and blew on it carefully.

Merton dug right in, closing his eyes as he savoured the first bite. He let out a quiet, happy sigh. "Must be pretty good." He nodded, grinning at her. "It is." "You should gimme a bite." She stabbed another pasta and held it out to him. "Trade." "Oh, okay." Merton hastily scooped up a forkful of his lasagna and held it out toward her. They both leaned over and carefully fed the other.

Kalida considered the flavour. "It's good. For lasagna." Merton laughed, covering his mouth as he finished swallowing. "For lasagna. High praise." "From me it is." "What if I made you a lasagna?" "Lasagna Mertonia? I'd eat it." "Maybe I'll start practicing." She snorted. "It'll be the official dish of your people." "Yeah, me and Margaret can have a feast." "Margaret and I." Merton held a finger up to accept her correction. "Margaret and I can have a feast."

"So Tommy and I are cut, then?" "I don't think either of you have adopted the flag of Mertonia or pledged allegiance to its King." "You have like a ceremony fleshed out for that, or…?" Merton narrowed his eyes. "I really should." "Well, what if I just pledged allegiance right now?" "I would find that amenable." "Thank you, Your Highness."

Merton laughed, taking a bite of his garlic bread. "If I'm the King, I guess that would make you Queen Consort now." Kalida posed and flipped her hair. "I move up the ranks quickly."

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After dinner, they took a walk along a lit path beside the river.

Holding Merton's hand, Kalida leaned against him. "Thanks for tonight, it's been really nice." "I aim to please." "I don't know how to one-up you now." "Oh, so it's a competition?" "Yep, that's right. If I win best-date, I become King." He laughed. "I don't think I agree to those terms." "But see, you will, if I one-up you. You'll be so impressed you won't be able to argue my logic." "Ahh, persuasion." "I can be very persuasive." "Oh, I'm well aware." "See, you just thought we were on a date, but I'm actually after your crown." "I had no idea." She shrugged. "I'm sly like a fox." He laughed. "It's a good thing I don't know what you're up to. I'd have to stop you." She grinned. "It's a secret to everybody."

They stopped under a lamp. "Maybe we should head back to the hearse." Merton suggested. "It's getting cold." She moved to stand in front of him, one hand still firmly holding his. "So warm me up." He let out a small laugh, but leaned down and kissed her forehead. "We're in public, though, so I can't do what I'd like to."

Her face flushed a pinkish red. "O-oh." She pulled him back toward the parking lot. "Then let's get back." He walked along with her, thinking that it was nice to have a girl who wasn't a monster actually interested in him.

Kalida wondered what Merton had meant about not being able to do what he wanted to. Was he just teasing her, or did he want to do something in the car? She tried not to feel nervous. She felt the heat in her cheeks. I guess he succeeded in warming me up, though.

When they got back up to the street, Merton squeezed her hand and pointed over to a café. "Want to get something to drink on the way home?" "Oh, okay. That sounds nice."

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Kalida sipped at her London fog as Merton pulled out onto the highway.

"I think Tommy really appreciated you coming over today." Merton let out a dismissive snort. "No big." "Nah, I could tell. He asked for you specifically, even if he was a big baby about it once you arrived." "I'm just glad he didn't get seen. I'm not sure Mayor Bob could handle his son being deviant." "Yeah I can see that."

"One time he actually spearheaded an angry mob trying to hunt down the Pleasantville Werewolf. It was bad." "Oh, wow." Kalida gawked. "That must have sucked for Tommy. Your own dad trying to hunt you." "It was fine, though. They stopped looking for him." He waited a beat. "Obviously." She laughed. "I don't imagine they were especially well equipped for werewolf hunting anyway." "Luckily not. Tommy's infamy is mostly considered urban legend." "Our very own sasquatch."

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They spent the ride discussing mythical creatures around the world – the Loch Ness monster, selkies, and more.

When Merton pulled up in front of the Dawkins residence, he cut the engine and looked over at her in the din. "Thanks for coming out with me. I had a great time." She took off her seatbelt and slid closer to him on the bench seat. "Me too. It was kind of romantic."

They turned to face each other.

"Thanks for giving me a second chance." Merton rubbed his arm. "I know I kind of blew it the first time-" "Don't-" she put her hands up. "Just never mind all that." She tilted her head at him. "Thanks for giving me a second chance too."

Merton leaned in hesitantly and Kalida kissed him before he could kiss her.

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When Kalida stepped inside the Dawkins house, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Ignoring it, she slipped off her boots and made to go upstairs.

"Kalida, can you join us in the kitchen, please?" She heard her uncle's voice call from the other room. "Sure!" She put down her purse and made her way through the livingroom - past Dean, who was absorbed in a Brady Bunch marathon - to the kitchen.

Bob and Sally sat at the dining table, and looked over at her with stern expressions.

Bob spoke. "I feel like we've been very clear about our expectations, Kalida." She shifted her weight, the glow of the evening lost. "If you can't respect our rules-" "Bob," Sally put her hand on her husband's arm to temper him. She turned to Kalida. "We're just very disappointed that you would lie to us. And we're worried about you, dear. Heavens knows what trouble you might be getting up to."

Kalida blinked and stared back at them in stunned confusion. "S-sorry, what?" Bob frowned. "The school left a message on our machine. A student in our household missed a class. Ring any bells?"

She felt tongue-tied. She couldn't deny that she'd skipped her classes - but at the same time, she didn't have a story prepared to explain why. "Uh, I…" her voice died in her throat.

"I had a feeling you wouldn't stay in line for long. All that hippie stuff you're into," he pointed. Kalida could feel the sting of tears in her eyes as she stood, defenseless, before her uncle.

"You're just like that whackadoo mother of yours, thinking you can just ignore the rules, do whatever you like! Well not in this house, and not in this country. If you're going to disrespect Sally and I, I see no reason for us to continue to allow you to-"

A frustrated voice interjected. "Would you lay off?"

They all turned to see Tommy standing in the doorway behind Kalida.

Bob held a hand up dismissively. "This doesn't concern you." Tommy stepped into the room and in front of Kalida, blocking her defensively. "I'm sick of you being such a hardass to Kalida all the time."

"Language!" Sally gaped. "I don't care!" Tommy gestured in frustration. "Ever since she moved here, Dad's been giving her a hard time about everything. She gets better grades than I do, and studying with her has brought my GPA way up. She's always helping me with the chores, and she never complains. And she follows all of your rules. Why are you always ragging on her?"

"I don't think truancy is something to dismiss." "Dad! It wasn't Kali that skipped class!" Bob frowned. "What are you saying, Thomas?" Kalida put a hand on Tommy's arm and murmured. "Tommy…" It didn't feel right to let him take the blame.

Tommy took a deep breath. "I wasn't feeling well, so instead of going to bio, I caught a ride home with a friend. It was me that skipped class, not her." Sally looked between the two teens, seeming unsure.

Tommy continued. "You're just so convinced that she's a problem that you didn't even consider that it might be me, did you? Even though she's a better teenager than I am. I mean, if she isn't living up to your expectations, how could I?" There was real frustration and exasperation in his voice.

Kalida looked up at him with wet eyes, still mostly behind him. Is that really how you feel, Tommy? Bob deflated somewhat and looked off to the side. "I think you should get to bed. I expect both of you to be at all of your classes tomorrow."

Tommy inhaled sharply and whipped around, wrapping a protective arm around Kalida. She looked up to see his eyes glowing a faint yellow. He let out a thrumming growl as he lead her out of the room and up the stairs.

When they got to her bedroom, he followed her in and shut the door. He sat down on the plush carpet and leaned his head back against the door.

She stood at the foot of her bed, fists clenched. She tried to keep her voice soft. "Tommy, are you alright?" His eyes were closed, but he let out a brief snort at her question. "I'm just trying to calm down so I don't wolf out." "I-it's okay if you do, it's just us in here." "It's easier to not do it at all than to de-wolf after I get worked up." He opened his eyes and stared her down. "Thanks, though."

She nodded, then averted her gaze. He was emitting a strangely aggressive energy, and she felt like prey with no recourse. "You didn't have to do that… I would have just accepted getting grounded or-"

"No." His voice was a deep growl. "I'm sick of him harassing you. I should have said something earlier. I feel like I've been watching him bully you for months and I just-" He took in another sharp inhale and tried to slow his breathing.

A tense silence fell between them for a few long moments.

When he spoke again, his voice was softer, apologetic. "I'm sorry I snapped. And I'm sorry it took so long to say something. I knew it wasn't okay, that he was making you feel unwelcome."

Kalida stepped over to him and sat on the floor before him. "A bit. But I don't blame you for that at all. It's just Uncle Bob. I get that he doesn't like my mom." "He shouldn't take it out on you, though." She shrugged. "It doesn't matter. I know where I belong." Tommy looked over at her with concern. He felt a pang of anxiety. "And where is that?" She took one of his hands in her own and tilted her head at him. "With my pack." Tommy squeezed her small hand tightly. "You're not gonna disappear on me?" "That would be a cool super power to have," she teased.

His expression remained serious. "Hey, Kal… After you graduate, where are you gonna live?" She blinked. "I… I don't really know yet. I guess it depends on where I end up going to school." Tommy nodded solemnly. "Yeah. Of course."

Kalida studied Tommy's morose face. She shook his hand. "Where should we go?" Tommy forced a smile. "With grades like yours, you can probably go anywhere." "So why don't we see where you get accepted first, before I make any decisions? It would be better if I knew someone there."

He felt like she was just saying those things to make him feel better. He took his hand back. "Yeah, I guess it's still early."

She nodded, looking down. "To be honest, I'm not sure what to do." Tommy studied her face but didn't reply.

"When I first moved here, my plan was just to go home after grad. My friends up north aren't going to the same schools, but they'd all be in the same area. If I moved up there, I could see them any time." "...I guess you have a whole life up there." "I did." She pulled her knees up against her chest. "I had a solid plan for my life. I knew what I wanted to study, and what job I wanted. I had a social life." She forced a sardonic smile. "When dad took that job, it felt like the end of the world." Tommy looked away, frowning.

"In a way, I guess it was. Now I know about werewolves, and demons," she gestured. "How do you go back to a normal life? I don't want to just leave you and Merton to deal with all of that by yourselves." "Don't stay here just to fight monsters." "That's… not what I'm trying to say." She ran her hand through her long hair. "I just don't have a plan, for once. I have no idea what I'm doing once we graduate."

"Well… what do you want to do?" "That's just it. I don't know." She shrugged. "I don't really know who I am anymore. Everything changed all of a sudden."

"Yeah, I know that feeling."

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Chapter 13 here.

Chapters: 1&2, 3&4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17

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wxlfstxrx · 5 years ago

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Your O'Knutzy writing is my favourite thing! I feel like Logan is very clingly...wanna write me so cute/soft headcanons abt it? Or when they boys are sick?:))))

hey hey, so i.... deviated... from the prompt I’M SORRY. like i was writing sick logan and somehow i couldn’t channel the clingy whiny part of him. maybe bc i get all awkward, guys-i’m-fine-stop-fussing when i’m sick sooooooo. honestly ngl this took a while to write, it’s been a rough two or so days and i’m just exhausted at the moment. it’s far from how i wanted it to be, but it’s bugging me and i want to post it, so here it is. hope you like it anyway! characters by @lumosinlove.

Logan wakes up one Sunday morning, head pounding and freezing his butt off. He has no idea what time it is, and he tries to open his eyes to check the time on his phone screen, but the moment he even tries to move, it feels like he’s going to throw up.

His whole body hurts and he’s sweating under the covers, but he simply cannot find the energy to throw them off him.

Exhausted, he lets himself drift off into unconsciousness again, until he’s woken up by knocking on his door some time later. He groans, pulling his pillow over his head and hoping that whoever it is will stop fuelling his raging migraine.

When he hears Dumo’s worried voice, however, he sighs and musters up enough energy to yell a very hoarse and scratchy come in that makes him sound like a crying horse.

Dumo nudges the door open with his hip and enters the basement, holding a tray with a bowl of soup and a glass of water with some pills in his hands. “How are you feeling, mon fils?” He asks softly as he approaches Logan’s bed.

“How—” Logan’s voice cracks and he coughs. “How did you know?”

“Well, five out of seven people in this house are currently down with the flu, and it’s currently eleven in the morning but you’re still not up yet. Wasn’t hard to figure that you’d be the sixth,” He shrugs, placing the tray on the cramped nightstand by his bed. He sits on the edge of the bed, and Logan scoots closer under the covers so Dumo can press the back of his hand to his forehead.

“Merde, you’re burning up. Do you want me to bring down some painkillers for you?” Dumo asks, frowning as he combs Logan’s long brown fringe back, away from his sweaty forehead.

“Yeah, that sounds good. Thanks, Dumo,” Logan rasps out, choking at the end as he dissolves into another round of coughs.

Dumo tuts, shaking his head worriedly as he clasps a hand on Logan’s shoulder before standing up. He mumbles to himself in French while he lets himself out of the room, and Logan buries himself further under the covers.

He wakes up again when a warm hand brushes his face, tracing across his cheekbone. He frowns and crinkles his nose, making an incoherent sound as he sniffles, trying to clear his blocked nose.

“Hey, did I wake you up?” A quiet voice asks apologetically, and Logan instinctively leans into the touch. Leo.

“Mmmm, but s’ok,” Logan whispers, his hand emerging from under the duvet to close around Leo’s wrist.

“How’re you feeling?” A second voice pitches in.

“What do you think?” He scoffs, turning his head for a moment so he can sneeze into his elbow.

“Ooh, someone’s moody,” Finn’s grinning face comes into focus as Logan blinks a few times, letting his eyes adjust to the light. He scowls, and Finn’s gaze softens. “Aww, I’m just teasing you, babe. C’mon, can you sit up?”

Leo slides a hand under Logan’s back and helps him shift into a sitting position, propped up against the headboard with the pillows cushioning his back. Finn picks up the bowl of soup and crosses over to the other side of the bed, carefully climbing onto the mattress and planting himself beside Logan, cross legged and facing him.

He gives the soup a few good stirs with the spoon in his hand, squints at the bowl, and frowns. “It got cold.”

Without another word, he gets up and stalks out of the room.

Logan blinks. “I could’ve just drank that. I wouldn’t have minded.”

Leo’s mouth quirks in a lopsided grin. “You know what he’s like. A complete baby at times, but he’s such a mom when it comes to things like this.”

Logan manages a weak laugh, which tapers off into a dry cough. “Fuck, I hate being sick.”

Leo grabs the glass of water and brings it up to Logan’s lips, and he closes his fingers around the glass, taking a few big gulps, letting out a satisfied ahhh when he drains the glass within the span of several seconds.

“Dumo called you two over?” He asks, frowning slightly.

“Mmhm, texted us saying you were ill, that the whole family’s ill, actually—” Leo tosses him a sympathetic look. “But yeah, Dumo’s alone in this, even Celeste can barely get out of bed, so we’re his reinforcements.”

He grins, and turns around as Finn re-enters the room with the same bowl of soup, now piping hot.

“Right, ‘m back, went to reheat the soup, Dumo’s a mess up there, with the kids just, y’know,” Finn rambles absentmindedly as he climbs back onto the bed, the soup sloshing dangerously close to the rim of the bowl.

“I swear, if you spill that…”

“I won’t, now stop talking and drink this,” Finn chides without malice. He scoops a spoonful of the scalding soup, lifts it to his mouth to blow on it gently, and turns his wrist so he can direct the spoon to hover right in front of Logan’s face.

“I— I can do it myself, Harz,” Logan splutters.

“I’m sure you can, babe, I’d be worried if you couldn’t. Now hurry up before I actually do spill this.”

Logan sighs and parts his lips, letting Finn tip the spoonful into his mouth. He sighs, closing his eyes as he feels the warm liquid slide down his throat, and he instantly feels a lot less groggy.

Finn insists on feeding him the whole bowl of soup, whereas Leo helps to bring in a cold, damp cloth from the bathroom to press against Logan’s forehead.

“Mes amours, I’ll be fine,” Logan awkwardly chuckles and rubs the back of his neck, not used to having people fuss over him like this.

Leo gives him a strange look, and Finn grins. “You’re blushing! How adorable. I never thought I’d see the day where you’re embarrassed by people taking care of you.”

“No, I’m not,” Logan says indignantly, but Finn bursts out into laughter.

“You so are. I love this, oh my god.”

“Fuck you,” Logan rasps out, and does a weird, painful combination of a sneeze and a cough.

“Okay, okay, let’s get some rest, hmm? But,” Leo points a finger at him. “Medicine first.”

Damn it.

Logan was hoping that they’d forget about it. He slowly slides downwards, further under the covers, and looks away when Leo holds out the pills in his hand.

“Wha— C’mon, babe,” Leo’s free hand attempts, and fails, to tug the covers off of Logan. “You’re not gonna recover if you don’t take your meds.”

“Don’t wanna,” Logan replies, voice muffled by the duvet covering his mouth.

“Is it the pills?” Finn frowns. “You still don’t take pills after all these years?”

Logan glares at Finn, who looks genuinely surprised for a moment, before he schools his expression, giving the brunette a small smile.

“Okay, okay,” He holds his hands up in front of him in surrender. “Hey, Peanut, give me those. I’ll be back.”

Leo hands Finn the pills, and the redhead leaves the room once again, Leo staring at the door closing.

He slides his hand beneath the duvet and locates Logan’s hand. He laces their fingers together, resting over Logan’s heart and he smiles at him tenderly.

“S’ok, mon chou,” He squeezes Logan’s hand, and he melts at how loving and caring his two boys are towards him. He lets himself snuggle closer to Leo, and Leo runs a hand through Logan’s hair soothingly, helping to ease his headache into a dull throb.

When Finn comes back into the room, grinning like the cheshire cat, Logan can’t help himself.

“What the fuck?” He croaks out.

“Is he allowed to eat that?” Leo asks, startled.

“Yeah, ice cream’s actually good for when you’re sick,” Finn answers, giving them a smug grin. He climbs back onto the bed, beside Logan, and hands him the bowl.

Logan eyes the two scoops of dark chocolate ice cream warily. “Where’re the pills, Harz?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Finn retorts with an exaggerated wink.

“You know,” Leo’s hand freezes and he leans closer to Logan’s ear. “You need to take your meds if you wanna be strong again, hmm? You’ll definitely need your strength for what I’ve planned for you.”

Logan shivers as Leo’s breath tickles his ear and the hand closed around his moves lower, trailing lightly across his abdomen.

“Playing dirty, eh, Peanut?”

“Oh, I’ll show you dirty,” Leo licks his lips, voice low and tone teasing.

Finn clears his throat and nods his head towards the bowl still in Logan’s hand.

“You’re gonna make me finish this, aren’t you?” Logan sighs defeatedly, rubbing his face against the sleeve of his hoodie wearily.

Finn does a mock bow, which looks ridiculous considering he’s seated down, body half twisted to face him. “Any time now, Your Highness.”

Logan rolls his eyes, but lets go of Leo’s hand to pick up the spoon. He tries his best not to think about the pills buried somewhere within the scoops of ice cream, and he shovels spoonful after spoonful into his mouth while leaning against Leo’s side.

He reckons he tasted the bitterness of the pills at some points, but overall he has to admit that it’s better than he expected. Finn looks like a proud mom when Logan finishes the final scoop and leans his head back against Leo’s shoulder, his eyes fluttering shut.

Leo pulls the empty bowl out of Logan’s hands and turns around to place them on the nightstand.

“How’re you feeling, baby?” Finn whispers, moving closer so he can wrap an arm around Logan’s shoulders.

Logan just nods and hums a noncommittal response, full and warm and satisfied. He feels Leo adjusting his position so they’re lying side by side on the bed, Logan in Finn’s arms and Leo spooning him from the back.

“Thank you,” he murmurs into Finn’s chest, feeling his mind drift in and out of focus once again.

A soft kiss is pressed onto the top of his head, and he mentally thanks Dumo for calling his boys, his perfect boys, over to the house. He feels much better now; his head has almost completely stopped pounding, he’s stopped sweating through his hoodie, and he feels loved.

Logan falls right back asleep with a smile on his face, not even stirring when the door creaks open and Marc stumbles in, piling on top of the boys, right between him and Finn. He definitely doesn’t stir when Dumo stands in the doorway with his phone out to snap a picture of the four boys huddled together on the bed, tired beyond belief, but with the biggest smile he’s ever had all day.

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