#I dunno I just wrote this out of nowhere

[rosesradio]

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[bokutosbiceps]

battle scars

monkey d luffy x afab!reader | fluff + smut | ~900 words

warnings: suggestive themes + smut throughout !!

a/n: okay, many people were involved in the birth of this fic !! so this was inspired by the art below...first @usoppsstar because she sent me the art that inspired this, + of course @luffysprincess because she made the beautiful art that inspired this !! also i wrote this whole thing in 20 min on the toilet hehe

ps. i've got permission from this genius artist to repost her art + write about it 😁 

18+ MDNI

you winced at the soreness in between your thighs as you tried to sit up, blinking in the morning sunlight. you look over toward luffy’s side of the bed and notice he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes and moaning quietly. he has his back completely turned toward the sunlight, almost shying away from it.

he was always a baby in the mornings.

you giggle and sit up, ignoring the small twinges of pain from deep within your core and draping yourself over your lover boy’s shoulders. 

“mornin’, sugar.” he says sweetly, his voice a bit deeper than usual due to misuse while he slept. he takes one of your wrists in his hands and turns it over to place a kiss to the inside of it. he's sleepy–he's always even more affectionate than usual when he's sleepy.

“not a good morning?” you tease, running your hand down his back and breathing in his scent. you immediately withdraw your hand when he hisses in pain. “what's wrong?”

“i dunno, my back, like…it felt…it stung when ya did that!” luffy doesn't shy away from your touch, but he stretches his neck to see his back.

you both see them at the same time, the small scratches adorning his back like bloody, crusty constellations.

you gasp in complete horror while luffy gasps in utter excitement.

“woah! are these from last night? did you do this?” luffy jumps up and runs to the thin body length mirror usopp had fashioned for you in the captain’s quarters. he stands facing away from the mirror and twists his body, butt naked, in the most unnatural way only a man made of rubber could. 

he starts to grin wildly and lets a few chuckles escape his lips. you, extremely embarrassed and horrified, hide your face in your palms. you couldn't believe you'd made luffy bleed.

how the hell did you manage to scratch hard enough to tear rubber skin?

you can remember, and you've been reminded by your soreness this morning, how good you'd been fucked last night. how luffy's cock had kissed and bullied your cervix for multiple rounds. how luffy’s stamina had always surprised you but something had come over him last night and he needed to feel all of you, multiple times, till he'd passed out.

“luffy, i’m–” you're about to apologize but are interrupted by luffy’s loud and boisterous laughter.

“they're like battle scars! awesome!” luffy is overjoyed and his eyes are squeezed shut to make room for the large grin that spreads across his face. he stares at the small scratches along his scapulae, his traps, his lats, and further down his back for just a little while longer before he bounds over to the bed and pounces on you. there's a smug grin on his face. “guess i made ya feel that good last night, hmm?”

you blush and move to cover your cheeks with your hands but luffy is much quicker than you and grabs your hands, pinning them above your head. you had nowhere to hide from his amusement.

“why are you so embarrassed?” luffy asks gently, using his hand not occupied by your wrists to trace his thumb over your warm cheeks. he's still smiling, but it's softer now, desperately wanting for you to talk to him and not feel guilty.

“i didn't mean to hurt you…” you say slowly, looking away from luffy’s stare. he takes your chin in his thumb and index and pulls your face to him, pressing a warm and gentle kiss to your lips.

“ya didn't hurt me!” luffy says once he's pulled away from you, he's smiling. you feel a bit better at seeing luffy's honest joy, knowing that you couldn't possibly physically hurt the newest emperor of the sea with mere scratches. you sigh and smile back at him.

“okay! i'm glad then.” you crane your neck to press your lips to his once more. “and yes, you fucked me really good last night, captain.”

you catch a mischievous glint flash in luffy’s eyes and watch as he moves his hand in between your legs and separates them by spreading his fingers wide. he tightens his grip on your wrists and uses his other hand to hook each of your legs around his hips. he presses himself into the apex of your thighs and you can feel how he's already straining and raring to go.

“yeah?” luffy breathes as he skims his teeth and tongue over the side of your neck, leaving a trail of saliva down to your chest. “let's go at it again then.”

luffy starts to rock his hips back and forth, rubbing his erection against the inside of your thigh. you press your thighs together, providing something tight and warm for luffy to drag his cock through. he lets out a small whine and hunches over you, littering your chest with butterfly kisses and small patches of his drool.

“breakfast!” luffy’s ears perk up at sanji’s voice, his lips hands and dick abruptly abandoning your body.

“meet me back in here after breakfast, ‘kay?” luffy says, pressing a kiss to your temple and grinning before he jumps up off of the bed and over to where his clothes from last night lay on the floor.

you huff, feeling the whiplash from how he'd just been fucking your thighs then how he'd suddenly left you completely cold and bare. you watch him tug his shorts up his hips and grab his straw hat from the ring beside the door.

“put on a shirt!” you yell after him.

“nope! i'm showing off my battle scars!” luffy whoops as he rushes out of the captain's quarters toward the kitchen, licking his lips in anticipation for both breakfast and the activities that will follow.

taglist: @kingofthe-egirls | @ohmaswife | @bowsa-jr | @pileofmush | @anemptypuddingcup | those already tagged in the a/n !!

[wonwussy]

Impatience Never Pays

pairing; mingyu x female reader

genre; SMUT SMUT SMUT

notes/warnings; MINORS DO NOT ENTER DO NOT PASS GO DO NOT COLLECT 200 GET THE FUCK OUT thank you; masturbation (f), restraints, whiny pathetic gyu, sub!gyu, domme!reader, pet names (pup/puppy), ma'am is used, does this count as cuckholding?, does it even count as exhibitionism or voyeurism?, i dunno i guess that's it

word count; 1.3k approx.

when inspiration hits outta nowhere, ya gotta take what you can and run with it. i wrote this in less time than it took for the entirety of the evita movie soundtrack to play. Thank you to @the-boy-meets-evil for reading it over for me! I like your brain. And you.

He had been impatient. Nearly begging all day for you, for your touch. You told him he had to wait. You were working, and that required your attention. Even warned him that if he didn’t, he’d be punished. Instead of listening, he sent you pictures. Showing you himself in various stages of undress, how hard you had made him at the mere thought of you, his fangs showing as smirked at you from his reflection. He knew what he was doing.

And now, as Mingyu sits up against the headboard, he knows he has to be punished for his actions. He watches you, nearly shaking with anticipation, as you cross over to the head of the bed. While the only thing he wears is his soft blue leather collar, you’re still fully dressed. His tongue swipes across his lips as you take his wrist, and hold it against the corner of the headboard, his eyes trained on your every move.

You don’t say anything as you tie his wrist to the corner, smirking crookedly as he tugs at the black silken rope. You round the bed to the other side, and repeat the action, before moving to stand at the foot of the bed. “Mingyu, what did I ask you to do today?” you ask finally, your fingers moving to the button on your pants.

His eyes are fixed on your hands, causing you to still them as you wait for his answer. He pulls in a slow breath and raises his gaze to your face, his cock twitching slightly against his thigh. “To be patient,” he replies quietly, fighting to keep his eyes from going back to your hands as they work your slacks down your legs.

You sigh as you kick your pants aside, tipping your head to the side. “All you had to do. Instead, you couldn’t wait.” You pause as you pull your shirt over your head and let it drop to the floor from your fingers. “Did you play with yourself too, little pup?” you ask him, almost mockingly as your bottom lip sticks out.

Mingyu’s bottom lip gets caught between his teeth, thinking for a split second to lie to you. Though, he knows you’ll know if he does, so he nods a little. “Yes. I couldn’t help it. I was so hard, and wanting you so badly. I just needed relief. I couldn’t wait for you to get home,” he confesses, and you can hear the slight whine in his voice.

You tsk as you unhook your bra and drop it, this time his eyes going straight to your chest as he admires you. You smile as you notice him doing so, reaching up to cup your breasts. “Poor puppy. Couldn’t keep his hands to himself, or from sending me such lewd pictures. Trying to tease me and work me up.” You pinch your nipples, before you smooth your hands over your stomach and to the waistband of your panties. “It worked, you know. My panties were soaked most of the afternoon,” you tell him as your panties slide down your legs.

He watches as you step out from them and climb onto the end of the bed, kneeling as you face him on the mattress. He tries not to look too pleased at your words, though you can see the pride there. His wrists pull gently at the ties, adjusting himself as his cock grows harder at the sight of you. “Baby, you had me worked up all day,” he replies.

You raise your eyebrows at him as you spread your knees a little, sitting back on your heels. “Baby? Now, little pup, that’s not how we address me, is it?”

His heart jumps, and he shakes his head. “No, ma’am. I’m sorry,” he says quietly.

You nod at him and smile. “That’s my puppy. Good boy,” you praise. You fall silent as you let your hands wander over your body, your eyes fixed on him watching you. Your mouth falls open slightly as your fingers find your clit, letting your fingertips brush it lightly.

Mingyu swallows as his eyes are trained on your hands, a quiet whimper escaping his lips. “Please, ma’am. Let me touch you,” he pleads, his hands squeezing into fists as he resists pulling the ties again.

You shake your head as one hand finds your breasts again, the other teasing your entrance. “No, little pup. Because you had some fun already, it’s my turn. You have to sit and watch me.” You breathe out a soft sigh as one of your fingers enters you. “It’s too bad. I really would have liked your fingers in me more.”

He groans loudly, his cock fully hard against him, and shifts again as he strains his wrists. “Oh god, ma’am. Please. Please let me help. I want to feel you,” he whines.

You don’t reply as you slip another finger inside yourself, your thumb brushing your clit lightly. Another smirk tugs at the corners of your lips as your fingers become soaked, the sound of your wetness filling the room. You can hear more whines pull from Mingyu at your actions, and it spurs you on more.

You shift a little so he can see your pussy better, watch you finger yourself closer to your orgasm. “Oh, Mingyu. I bet your cock would fill me up so much better than my fingers. Do you want to fill me up? Fuck me until you’ve got nothing left?” you ask, your fingers moving faster inside as you stroke yourself.

He nods furiously, wishing he could break the headboard to free himself. He wants to get to you, to fuck you into the mattress, fill you up like you want. “Please, baby. Please untie me so I can fuck you. I promise to be good. Let me fill you up, please. Fuck, baby. Please?” he begs as he watches you, licking his lips in hunger.

You let out a loud moan as he begs, your eyes finally closing as you can feel yourself reach your high. He whines as you pinch your nipple again, sending a shock through your body as your orgasm hits at the same time. Your moans are loud as you keep your fingers moving inside yourself, riding out the waves of your orgasm in front of him.

To him it seems like minutes as he watches you come down, your fingers finally slipping from you, pre-cum leaking from his tip against his thigh. “Fuck, baby. You’re so beautiful. That was… fuck,” he mutters through a groan.

You smirk as your eyes open and find him, looking almost pathetic as he aches to touch you. You let out a breath and crawl up the bed so you’re between his legs. You reach up to tuck one finger under his collar and tug him closer to you. “Do you want a taste?” you ask, your voice quiet.

He nods excitedly, his mouth dropping open almost obediently as he waits. He loves the taste of you, so if he can’t touch you, tasting you will be good enough right now.

You smirk as you bring your cum soaked fingers up to his lips, stopping just short before you put them against his tongue. You lean forward and whisper in his ear, your lips brushing against him. “Sorry. Only good puppies get treats.” You lean back and move off the bed, sucking your own fingers as you face him. “Naughty ones have to sit and think about what they did,” you add as you step backwards towards the door. “I’m going to shower. I’ll be back when I’m finished.”

He blinks in surprise at your actions, watching in disbelief as you exit to the bathroom. It takes him a few seconds before he snaps out of it, furrowing his brow as he tugs against the ties again. “Wait, come back here!”

[phant0mth1ef]

chapter 9: mannn

looking down the table at the crowded bar, your eyes landed on a familiar head of blonde hair. one you knew all too well as you’d downed the rest of your martini.

the bags under your eyes were prominently on display as you’d been unable to get a good night’s sleep since the night you’d both shared in your bed.

truth be told, you did always sleep better whenever he was around.

he’d spotted you when he first walked in, you’d been with your bandmates as you all took turns taking shots. but now as the night was winding down, your friends were nowhere to be found. likely off dancing with someone, or in kyouka and denki’s case, dancing with each other.

they’d never confirmed it, but you knew they were sleeping together.

bakugou took a look at you, you’d looked so defeated as you sat there waiting for another drink.

with a sigh, he rose from his bar stool as he made his way over to you just in time to tell the bartender to cut you off. it was obvious you’d had one drink too many.

“the fuck are you doing?” you’d looked up, his vermillion eyes staring back at you.

they’d always find a way to make you melt at his feet, no matter how upset you were with him.

“what’re you doing here?” you mumbled as you diverted your gaze, staring back at the granite countertop.

your words were nearly slurring together, and your hair was a frizzy mess. yet in this very moment, he’d only thought about how pretty you’d looked.

“i dunno. just thinking about how you wrote a whole song about me. you creep.” you snorted, and he was positive you were drunk.

you wouldn’t be having this interaction with him if you had been in your right mind.

“haha. very funny.” his face never changing from his blank expression.

“but seriously. what’re you doing here?”

“i literally slept with someone and he left me a note saying it was a mistake. i think that constitutes me being at the bar. just leave me alone, katsuki.” ah. there you were.

“i can’t just leave you drunk and alone.”

“you’ve left me alone before.”

the two of you sat in silence as he contemplated his next move.

“come on. i’ll take you home.” his hand reached for your wrist, but you’d quickly retracted your arm.

“i’m not leaving with you.” you spat.

“at least let me walk you home then if you don’t trust me.”

“no. fuck you.” his hand wrapped around your wrist again, his grip strong as he tugged you off your seat.

“katsuki, what the fuck?! let go of me!” you’d protested as he dragged you outside the bar, the fresh air invading your lungs as you’d been able to see him in decent lighting for the first time that night.

-

he’d done it. he’d really done it.

he’d dragged you all the way to your apartment, and by now you’d almost sobered up fully as you’d handed him your keys.

about halfway into the walk was when you’d given up, his physical strength outmatched yours. the walk was silent the whole way, and you couldn’t believe how he was acting right now.

truth be told, he couldn’t either. some could say it was liquid courage. some could say it was just the type of person he was.

he’d walked you to your bedroom. waited for you to comfortably get in bed as he made sure you were okay.

“..” the silence enveloped the both of you.

“stay. please, ‘suki.” you’d mumbled, and he wasn’t sure he’d heard you right.

this wasn’t right. whatever you had been both doing. it wasn’t right. and yet he’d stayed until he heard your breathing even out, and snuck out of your room quietly.

your head was pounding the next morning, and the only words you could muster out was “mann.. not again.”

-

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[arabe11as]

Talk Tonight

i wrote this while listening to Talk Tonight by Oasis🫡

Warnings: Anxiety, panic attacks, emotional distress, hurt/comfort, fluff

You were on your way to a mutual friend's party, which was quite far from where you lived. You thought Alex was going, but he canceled at the last minute. At first, you were fine with it—though you had to admit, he was kind of your anchor at parties.

Your friend drove, and during the ride, everything felt okay. But as you reached the door, your confidence wavered. You grabbed your friend's hand and paused.

"Wait... uh, how many people are here?" you stuttered.

"A lot. Why?" she chuckled.

"I dunno... I'm kinda shaky," you muttered.

"Oh, c'mon, Y/N, let's just go in." She sighed, knocking on the door before you could protest any further. The girl who answered greeted your friend warmly, barely glancing your way, throwing a quick smile before disappearing back inside.

As soon as you entered, your friend got pulled into a conversation, drifting toward the crowd, leaving you standing in the kitchen, feeling oddly out of place. You leaned against the counter, scanning the room for familiar faces, but everyone seemed engrossed in their own little circles. The hum of laughter and conversation buzzed around you, but it felt distant, like you were watching everything through glass.

You fiddled with your phone for a minute, opening apps only to close them again. Your fingers traced the edge of a plastic cup someone had left behind. You glanced at the drink, debating whether to pour yourself something, but the thought of mingling just made your chest tighten.

In the next room, you could hear your friend's laughter, high-pitched and carefree. You thought about joining her, but the idea of slipping into those social circles, smiling, making small talk—it felt like too much. Instead, you stayed rooted in place, staring blankly at the assortment of snacks laid out on the table, wondering how long you had to stay before it was socially acceptable to leave.

A few people walked past, offering polite nods or quick glances, but no one stopped to talk. You took a deep breath, letting the isolation sink in. Maybe coming without Alex hadn’t been such a good idea after all.

You'd been there for about an hour, your anxiety ebbing and flowing like a tide. Some moments, you'd manage to distract yourself by scrolling through your phone or sipping a drink, but then it would hit you again—the buzzing in your chest, the tightening in your throat. Eventually, you had enough. You needed out.

You weaved through the rooms, scanning the faces, hoping to catch a glimpse of your friend. No sign of her anywhere. You tried not to panic, but as you checked the living room, the back patio, even the bathroom, she was nowhere to be found.

Frustration bubbling up, you approached the host, trying to keep your voice steady. "Hey, uh, have you seen my friend?"

The host blinked, as if it took her a second to register who you were talking about. "Oh, yeah," she said casually, "I think she left, like, ten minutes ago."

It took a second for her words to sink in. "Wait... she left?"

"Yeah," she shrugged, clearly not grasping the gravity of it.

Your stomach dropped. Anger surged through you, mixing with the anxiety already gnawing at your nerves. She left. She left you here, stranded, without even a text or a heads-up. You pulled your phone from your pocket, but no new messages, no missed calls—nothing.

You glanced around the party, the noise, the unfamiliar faces all blurring together. You were alone.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you muttered under your breath, quickening your pace as you found the nearest bathroom and locked the door behind you. Leaning against the sink, you tried to steady your breathing, but the panic was already setting in. The thought of being stranded hit you like a wave, and the reality sank in—it was too late for a train, and a taxi was out of the question. You felt trapped, no way home, no friend in sight.

You slid down onto the bathroom floor, knees tucked up to your chest, trying desperately to calm down, but your mind wouldn’t stop racing. You fumbled with your phone, staring blankly at the screen. And then, suddenly, it rang. Alex's name lit up.

“Oh, please no,” you groaned, not wanting to deal with this right now. But you couldn’t ignore it forever.

You took a few more deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heart, and swiped to answer. “Hey,” you said, your voice shakier than you hoped.

“Hiya, love! How’s the party?” Alex's usual playful tone came through the line.

You hesitated, scrambling for something to say. “It’s, um… yeah, it’s fine,” you lied, your voice barely convincing even to yourself.

There was a pause, and when he spoke again, his tone had shifted. “Y/N? Are you okay?” The concern in his voice cut through your anxiety like a knife, making it all feel too real.

You swallowed hard, staring at the tile floor, not sure how to admit you were a mess without completely losing it. “I... I don’t know, Alex. I’m kind of stranded, and my friend bailed. I don't know what to do.”

“Listen, I’ll come get you,” Alex said, his voice firm.

“No, Al—it's too far, you can’t…” you sighed, rubbing your temples. The last thing you wanted was to inconvenience him.

“Yes, I can, and I will. I’m already out the door,” he replied, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You exhaled, leaning your head back against the wall. “Oh, Alex…”

“I’ll see you in a bit, okay? I’ll text you when I’m outside, love,” he said, then hung up before you could protest again.

You sat there, the silence of the bathroom somehow louder than the party outside. Time seemed to crawl, each minute stretching longer than the last.

Guilt started creeping in—the drive wasn’t exactly short, and he didn’t even hesitate. You stared at your phone, waiting for his text, thinking about how much of a hassle this was for him. The longer you waited, the more you regretted calling him, but it was too late now. He was already on his way.

Eventually, your phone buzzed with a text. He was here. You braced yourself, practically bolting outside, scanning the area for him. But there was no sign of Alex, and a wave of panic started to rise in your chest. You felt yourself beginning to hyperventilate.

Then, suddenly, you turned and came face to face with him. You yelped, startled by the surprise.

“Aye, you alright?” he asked, a cigarette dangling from his fingers as he rubbed your shoulder.

You exhaled a sigh of relief you didn’t even realize you were holding. Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close. He stumbled back, caught off guard, but then he enveloped you in his embrace, his arms tightening around your waist.

“I’m here,” he whispered softly, as if sensing the weight of your anxiety. He stamped out his cigarette, then draped his leather jacket around your shoulders, the fabric warm and familiar.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said, guiding you toward his car, his grip steady and reassuring. You felt his presence anchoring you, the chaos of the party fading away as he held on tightly, leading you toward the calm you desperately needed.

He walked you to his car and opened the passenger door. Sliding into the seat, you felt your anxiety begin to lift. He settled into the driver’s side, glancing over at you.

"Am I taking you home?" he asked, and you gave a polite, half-hearted smile, nodding.

"Or... you could stay with me tonight?" His tone was casual, but you turned to him, checking if he was serious.

"Yeah, I'd prefer that," you said, a real smile breaking through this time. He nodded, starting the engine, and the car hummed to life as he drove away.

The warmth of his jacket enveloped you, and the steady rhythm of the car combined with the soothing scent of his cologne lulled you into a peaceful sleep. As you leaned against the window, the world outside blurred into a soft haze.

Alex glanced over, unable to suppress a smile as the glow of a streetlight passed over your face. Your features were relaxed, your eyelids gently fluttering in a dream. He admired how serene you looked, the tension from earlier melting away, replaced by the soft curve of your lips.

With every stoplight, he stole glances, grateful for the moment. It felt like a quiet bubble in the chaos of the night, one that wrapped around both of you. He softly brushed a strand of hair from your face, careful not to wake you, and his heart swelled at the sight of you so vulnerable and at peace.

He turned his focus back to the road, the hum of the tires on road soothing in its own right.

The car came to a gentle stop, and Alex quietly slipped out before opening your door. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, and you stirred awake, blinking in the dim light.

"Hi," you whispered, your voice groggy.

"Hi, pretty girl," he smiled, helping you out of the car, his hands steady on your waist as you stumbled slightly in your sleepy daze. He kept his arm around you as he guided you toward his flat, his touch gentle and reassuring.

Once inside, the warmth of his place contrasted with the chill outside. He disappeared for a moment, returning with a t-shirt. "Here," he said softly, handing it to you. "You can change in the bathroom if you want."

You nodded and slipped away, the quiet hum of your anxiety finally starting to fade. Changing into the soft fabric of his shirt felt like shedding the tension of the night. As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you realized that being here, with Alex, was grounding you more than you expected.

When you came out of the bathroom, you found him waiting, but now only wearing a pair of checkered pajama bottoms, his chest bare. He turned to you immediately. "You alright?" he asked, concern in his eyes. "Do you want to talk?"

You shook your head. "No, it's okay. I just..." You sighed. "I’m sorry, Alex. I feel bad for making you drive all that way."

He frowned, stepping closer. "Stop apologizing. I’d drive across the country if you needed me."

His words brought warmth to your chest. "You don’t have to sleep on the sofa, you know," you murmured gently. "Stay. Please."

His face softened into a smile. "Alright," he said quietly, slipping into bed beside you. The two of you lay there, backs turned, trying to settle into sleep, but something didn’t feel right. The space between you felt like a wall you didn’t want.

After a few minutes, you whispered, "Alex? Are you awake?"

"Yeah," he answered softly, immediately turning to face you. You turned too, both of you lying on your sides, eyes meeting in the low light.

“what were you doing tonight?” you asked, your voice lighter now.

He chuckled. "Oh, just recording some songs."

You grinned. "Writing more love songs, huh?"

He laughed, and the sound of it made you smile even wider. "Well, someone’s gotta do it."

You both dissolved into quiet giggles, the kind that come when you’re both too tired to stop. The ease between you was comforting, like a bubble that kept the rest of the world out.

But after a moment, his voice grew more serious. "Are you really okay though? Why were you so upset earlier?"

You swallowed, turning your gaze down, trying to brush it off. "It’s nothing, really."

"Y/N," he pressed gently. "Talk to me."

After a beat, you sighed. "It’s just… my anxiety. It’s been bad lately."

He reached out, brushing his thumb over your hand. "Is it better now?"

"I don’t know," you admitted, your voice small. "I’m not sure."

His eyes softened, and he scooted a little closer, his presence offering quiet reassurance. "Well, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere," he said softly. His hand gently squeezed yours, a silent promise.

A tear slipped from your eye, and before you could wipe it away, Alex noticed. “Hey,” he said softly, pulling you closer. He gently laid you on his chest, his hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on your back.

“Tell me what’s on your mind,” he whispered, his voice calm and patient.

You hesitated for a moment before muttering, “I… I don’t wanna be like this forever.”

He frowned slightly, his voice quiet but steady. “Like what?”

“I dunno,” you whispered, the words feeling heavy as they left your mouth. You didn’t know how to explain the ache that had been sitting in your chest for so long, the constant battle with your own mind.

Alex kissed your forehead, a tender gesture that seemed to wrap you in safety. “You won’t be,” he said softly. The warmth of his chest and the gentle rhythm of his hand on your back made your eyelids grow heavy. Before you knew it, the comfort of his presence lulled you to sleep, your body finally letting go of the weight you'd been carrying.

[bluebunnysart]

Fanart of my own fanfiction (Chimera Teto x Android Miku)

Good news! When I woke up and looked at my art again today, I liked it, so here's the uncolored version! I trust you tumblr people, so here you go! You may view. This technically means I've drawn UTAU Teto (here) and SynthV Teto, but I really want to color this and take my time doing so, so here are the lines before it turns into something else hahaha 😂😂😂 Read More for the stuff I wanted to write last night but was too tired to (also the art time lapse)

I showed like two WIPs of different ideas on Twitter but none of them were this LOL (just goes to show how much I wanna draw and see of these two specifically) but the reason I decided to go with this is 'cuz that fanfic I wrote in like one day really got me excited and it made me really want to draw them as I was imagining more stuff about them. Here I'll talk about what I had in mind

I love chimera Teto, especially her majestic wings, and what I drew here is basically inspired by that! Teto's basically the only "living, sentient" thing around Miku so far (I dunno how to approach adding more creatures just yet), which makes Miku extra interested in her. But basically Miku likes Teto's wings and tail too and is very fascinated by them.

I had an idea where Miku is just holding or playing with Teto's tail out of nowhere and complimenting the heck out of her, and that was condensed into this piece. It was too crowded on Miku's side to have Teto's tail there as well, but the reason Teto's embarrassed (tsundere is nice, aint it xD) is 'cuz Miku is indeed praising the heck out of her. Calling her cute and saying how cool her wings are and whatnot.

The dialogue kinda goes like, "Your wings are so cool! And I really like how expressive your tail is! I wonder what I would do with a tail. It's so cute! Actually, now that I think about it, all of you is really cute!!" (Teto, embarrassed: "Stop talking now.") wwww

Miku does have a kinda tail actually! It's the chain on top of her skirt. As an android, I was thinking it works as sort of a battery plug or USB or something. I can show off more of that later (since it's really small here lol) but she can use it to receive electricity and recharge herself, I guess~. (Note to self: make it bigger?)

I haven't shown off much of my art style, but most (normal) characters usually don't have pupils. (See: this Teto, who's a living breathing creature.) As a result, I decided to give Miku pupils (kinda robot-like) to make her seem like more of a robot. She also wears the thing (headphones) over her ears, of course, which I can also use to make her seem more robot-like. There's no green flashing of code in her eyes right now but I might draw that sometime too, after my loads of other ideas...

Teto's wings aren't fragile. They're probably firm, hard, and could even be scaly/rough (up to my own whims or the reader's own preference). Her letting Miku touch her (wings) is probably a huge display of trust/confidence. Teto's wings are strong enough to carry her far distances and even allow her to fly in bad weather, I think. It's up to Teto herself how much energy/desire she has to do things like that though.

This is mentioned in the fic too, but Teto probably folds her wings a lot so they don't get in the way. She's kinda like a bird. I think her silhouette against the sun or moon, with full wingspan, is probably majestic (I'm imagining the Batman symbol for some reason lol). I know some people color Teto's wings as purple, but I specified black in my fic to match her tail. ^^

In order for her wings to breathe, there are probably holes in the back of her outfit to accommodate them, but they're only big enough for the wings (ellipses/ovals probably): she either tears/cuts holes into the shirts she wears for her wings or they already fit her wings so there's no problem. I wonder if Teto made her UTAU outfit herself in this setting. xD (A girl has to pass the time SOMEHOW plus she's probably at least a little bit handy when it comes to clothes and stuff (survival).)

If, while I'm coloring, I need to make adjustments to the seating and lineart and all that, I will, but I figured I'd show off what made me stay up 'til 5 AM last night and then get embarrassed to post 'cuz I thought I wasn't finished yet. I woke up and I liked it, so I'm just gonna put it in this here blog. c:

I don't know how to color, so coloring will be a trip 😂

[jamminlocks]

Special Pudding {Osamu M. x Reader}

Tags: F/M, Food, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Soft Miya Osamu, confession, one shot, not beta read, pretty much idiots in love word count: 2,987 Summary: In summer days, you decided to make chocolate pudding for yourself. Not really trying to hide it. By chance, Osamu spots you eating some. The moment he had that first spoonful in his mouth, Osamu has liked your chocolate pudding since and from then on wants more. A/N: idk i just wrote this for fun edit: fixed some stuff [ao3]

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"Is that pudding?" Osamu asks, pointing at the moist container in your hands. It is, indeed, pudding. Not just any pudding, not pudding that's bought in the store, or something your parents made, It is your pudding, chocolate pudding. In the past weeks, you have been obsessively trying your hand in making some for yourself, mostly to stave off the summer heat. After many attempts, this was the best one. For a split second, you hesitated answering him, not wanting to share your hard earned work. Then, the thought of wow-ing Osamu with your new found specialty dessert pops up. 

"Yeah, I made it. You want some?" You offer it to him. He stares at it, undecided and unimpressed.

"I dunno... it looks kinda bad."

"Oh c'mon! Since when did you pass the offering of free food?" you argue, scooping a spoon of the pudding and holding it up for Osamu. He suspiciously looks at you, more to just get an annoyed reaction. The spoon is taken from your hand and he slides it in his mouth. Once the spoon is gone, his jaw moves in a steady motion. Eyes close, focusing on the tastes. A small smile creeps on each corner of his mouth.

“See? I made good pudding.” 

"Free food? More like a free sample if you're just gonna let me have one spoon." he digs the spoon into the pudding. Now, you are annoyed, "just a second ago you basically called it weird looking."

"And I'm coming back for another bite. Take it as a compliment."

You roll your eyes. "Fine, you can have more, here."

He also holds of the container of pudding, not tugging it away from you, taking one spoon after another. It's the first time you let Osamu eat anything you made and you are very, very glad that he likes it. Happy as you are, the pudding is already half empty and you've barely dug in yourself. Osamu is using your spoon after all.

"Hurry up! I wanna eat"

A muffled sound of reluctant agreement slips out of hus mouth, but he takes another spoonful before he returns it to you.

“Got anymore?”

“Last one. Sorry”

Osamu frowns as he watches you eat, like a child denied a cone of ice cream. It's clear that he'll be waiting for you to get enough then get some more again. You couldn't laugh properly, only chuckling with your mouth stuffed and closed. “Next time, when I make one I’ll save some for you.”

"Yeah?"

"Sure, why not?"

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As you spend more time experimenting and trying new recipes of desserts, you keep coming back to the chocolate pudding, youre practically perfecting it. Osamu always wants some when you tell him. A tupperware of pudding would be saved for him and you'd give it to him. He'd return it by the end of the week. The fastest was the day after you gave it to him. You often wondered if he even shares it with Atsumu and you hoped he did. Nothing wrong with someone else enjoying your food. That was until the blond twin ran up to you out of nowhere with furious determination.

 "WHY DIDN'T CHA TELL ME THAT YER GIVING 'SAMU PUDDING??" he asked accusingly. Somewhat offended.

You squint, "wait, doesn't he share with you?"

"NO! He's been hiding it behind other stuff in the–"

"THAT'S 'CAUSE YA ALWAYS STEAL THE STUFF I BUY AND EAT THE FIRST THING YA SEE IN THE REFRIGERATOR!!" Osamu comes running up behind his brother. Roping him into light wrestling.

"THAT'S NOT TRUE," Atsumu claims but his voice falters with each movement.

"LIER!!! STOP BOTHERING HER ‘BOUT THIS!” The fight goes on. It's relatively tame compared to their other fights. You aren’t too worried about anything getting serious. Backing up a little to avoid any elbows and fist coming your way, you patiently wait for the brothers to cool down on their own. 

“YOUR A GREEDY LITTLE SHIT THAT EATS FOOD THAT AIN’T YERS!”

"SAYS THE BASTARD WHO’S BEEN HOGGING AN ENTIRE CONTAINER OF PUDDING ALL TO YERSELF!"

But it seems the two are nowhere stopping from this. There is too much destructive energy emanating from them. You made a gable on your safety by placing a hand on each brother’s shoulder then pushing them apart.

"OKAY! OKAY! THE BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!" they hesitantly stop, still scowling and sneering at each other with their eyes.

“Would you both quit it if I just made you two then? One for each of you.”

They are silent, more to give the other a cold shoulder than not having an answer. Atsumu pouts, crossing his arms, “sure. But I still can’t believe you were only giving him this entire time.”

“Well, sorry about that.” you said, actually feeling bad about leaving him out of it.

“Don’t. He’s a big pig”

“WHY YA LIL-”

You give them a harsh slap on their shoulders.

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On the occasions that the twins know you were making your chocolate pudding, you save two tupperwares for them. It was extra work but if it’ll keep them from complaining, that's extra peace of mind in your life. You are quite delighted that Atsumu enjoys it too. But, if you aren't assuming too much, Osamu seems to like it more. You aren’t surprised. Twins still have their own separate set of preferences. It's just that Osamu liking it more always makes your chest flutter. It’s embarrassing, you’d rather he not notice when you try to hold back a big smile.

Eventually, you began to grow tired of the sweet dessert and decided to stop for a while. You still loved it, but having too much too often wears off its specialness. It wasn’t really a big deal, that was until Osamu out of nowhere leaned his chin over your shoulder, arms around your waist, and asked, "Hey, when are ya gonna make chocolate pudding again?"

It confuses you, not really considering that he would notice that you’ve stopped. You put some thought into it. Will you make it? Not really in a mood for pudding, although you don’t mind if Osamu is asking. “It's almost winter and you still want some?”

“I mean, can I?” he said, uncharacteristically shy of him. It's kinda cute. But, you're not letting yourself be fooled if this is his way of persuading you. "You're gonna pay for half of the ingredients if you want me to make some.”

In an instant, he straightens up. Swirling you to face him and he looks at you with at most seriousness. “How much?”

You laugh, ruffling up hus gray hair for fun. "Come with me later to buy them. We can sort it out then”

His eyes practically glowed at your answers. And he does go with you to the market the day after, carrying the basket of ingredients as you pick and choose.

“Do ya really need this much when ya make yer pudding?” 

“Yeah, I’m making it for Atsumu too.” The smile on his face disappears at the mention of his brother. He must really not like sharing his food with Atsumu. But its not like he needs to. After all, they get their own.  He said, much like suggesting a bad idea he knows you'll deny, “Can you, like, not?”

“Don’t be like that. You two will fight again.”

Osamu knows you had a point. Still, he isn’t on board with it, glaring at the floor. The part of your heart that has a soft spot for the mellower twin weavers. “How about this, you get more cream on top than him. Sounds good?”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah, I can do that. It will cost you more though”

His arm wraps around your shoulder as you two walk through the milk aisle together, holding the basket on the other hand. “Fine by me.”

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For the next few years, your chocolate pudding has been in his top 20 in the desserts category, which means a lot since the guy can't seem to choose a single favorite food if anyone were to ask him. When the opportunity opens itself, he asks you to make some. Despite your differing schedules, very often, if not all the time, you do follow through. When you can't, he gets sad, which is adorable of him.

So, it's practically a given whenever you visit, there's a chance you have some with you. However, not once has he ever questioned why you do it without asking anything in exchange. The answer is always that it's not like it's an official service of yours. It was enough that he paid more than half the price. Plus, he is your friend, nothing wrong with doing favors for a friend. Though all of that is true, you just like how happy and satisfied he is with your pudding every time he takes a bite. And, well, you just really like Osamu and spending time with him.

This time around, the occasion is MSBY Jackals having a match in Hyogo. In celebration that Atsumu is in town, the team will have dinner in Onigiri Miya. At Atsumu’s request, you bring your chocolate pudding and he’s paying for it. Lucky for him, you are free that week. Osamu, on the other hand, took the chance to ask for more.g

"Could you make me extra pudding too?" He asks while you are on a call with him and it makes you laugh. "You missed my chocolate pudding that much?" 

"It's hard not to miss good food" he states. 

Out right implying that your dessert is one of his many likes is a sentiment you'll hold on to. You endearingly sigh to him through your phone. "Alright. That does mean you'll pay for your portion."

"Alright," he said, satisfied. Static sounds of clanking blurs his voice. "Don't tell 'Tsumu, by the way."

"Sure. But, don't get mad at me if he finds out, though."

"Never had been, have I?"

"That's true."

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The celebration comes and by the end of the night the chocolate pudding was as good as gone. A hit among the players. Their captain took three servings, so does Bokuto. When you offer one to their aloof member, Sakusa, it takes a bit of convincing. In the end, he eats some, giving you a mere 'its good', which is a big deal according to Atsumu. Hinata was lucky to get the last serving. You didn't even get a bite of your efforts, so it was a good thing that Osamu requested more. As promised, you didn't tell Atsumu of the extra stash of pudding you and Osamu hid. Once the restaurant closes and Atsumu is long gone with the rest of his team, you and Osamu head back to his place to eat the hidden treasure to end the night..

Fresh from the cool fridge, you both take your own servings of the chocolatey treat. Osamu is as happy as ever with each spoon of pudding he places in his mouth.

"didn't you eat a lot of this already? I'm surprised you could stuff yourself more with that," you point your spoon to him.

"Nothing wrong with extra dessert"

"You sure you won't get your stomach hurting?"

He laughs, a low rumble on his chest. "What am I, a kid?" Osamu doesn't give you the chance to answer, shifting his attention to the dessert at his hands, reveling at its taste. 

"I might just kiss you for how good these puddings always are."

"Haha, sure," you say. Not fully registering what he just said, what you just said. Once it settles in, your skin spikes up into a panic, doing your best to not look at him and shoving a spoon in your mouth. Why did you say that? Why did he say that? That was definitely a joke.

"For real? I can?" He asks, clear and genuine.

The sirens are wailing at you to 'play it cool'. It's just a teeny-tiny kiss. You've had friends kiss your cheeks before. Osamu won't be any different. You may like him but he is still your friend too.

"Yeeeeeeahhh. Suuuuuuure," voice slightly stilted, waving a hand to downplay the situation. Just you merely entertaining the notion. In the grand tapestry that is your friendship, it's just a small thing that won't cause an unraveling. You close your eyes. No way you are looking at him. Placing a finger over your cheek, you say, "right over he-"

Osamu pecks you right on the lips. Your body stiffen up. The stickiness of the small bit of cream lingers. Without much of a big reaction from him, he says "Thank you for the pudding" and returns to focus on staring down on the pudding to scoop another spoonful.

"wah- why'd you do that" you ask, breathless from a single peck that barely lasted a second.

"Ya said I can, didn't ya?"

"ye. YEAH. BUT-" you're at a loss for words. everything is mixing up at a blender's speed. Confusion. Giddiness. Flabbergasted. Embarrassment. And you're quaking like a blender too. The only thing that's keeping you from losing sanity is Osamu's slowly blushing cheeks, proof that he is affected by it too. How is he so nonchalant about this, though? You place the serving of pudding over the kitchen table to save it from your slipping grip.

Taking another spoon of pudding in his mouth. He hums the way he always does when he likes the food he is eating. You could only stare, still confused. "This is so good," his words slightly garbled. Osamu turns to you, assessing your expression. Then, he dives back to kiss again before you can do anything. Just as quick as the first, like he is testing your lips. The softness of his gesture somewhat tickles you. “Really good.”

“Hey!” you try to catch his attention. “Why’d you– how are you–” words come out as blubbering and disjointed. Face heating up with each tumble your tongue takes. You don’t understand how unfazed he is right now, having just kissed you twice. Is it not a big deal to him? Is he toying with you? The initial startling fades as your mind ponders the sad possibility. Osamu is quick to notice your silence, setting his pudding down beside yours.

 “Oh, are ya mad?” He said with sincere concern, bumping his arms to you as a means to comfort. What exactly do you say to him? Should you get mad? You sigh, 

“I’m– It’s because– Are you just messing with me, Osamu?”

“A lil bit.” he admits, though not seeing it as big of a crime as you do.  

“It's just ‘cause ya said I can, so I…” He strays, placing his rough hand at the swell of your cheek, bringing you to face him. You can see that he’s searching for his words too. Thumb brushing you with a new warmth he has never done before. “And I’ve really wanted to do that for a while now.”

Not able to wrap your head around his confession, doubt lumped up in your voice, you ask “you have?”

Osamu removes his hand away from your cheek. Straightening himself up to face you. He takes your hand, cupping it between both of his own, as if giving you a secret you can’t see just yet. Gentleness in his eyes with a tender smile. He shares his truth. "I like ya for a long while now.”

It's a sweet and honest truth. It all bubbles up into you breathily laughing, leaning your head on his shoulder as he keeps you balanced. The scent of rice still clings to his black uniform. He hums along with you.

You say, "couldn't you have said that first?"

"uh," he laughs softly. "Sorry. Guess I got too excited." The tension in the kitchen dissipates with each laugh. Osamu takes your pudding from the table, scooping in it with his spoon. You are still at the height of his confession to point out that it's your pudding he is about to eat from. He raised the spoon to your mouth.

"Eat up. to calm ya nerves a bit."

You can only oblige. The sweetness is soothing, cleansing away any remaining nervousness you had. Osamu is careful to slide it off your lips before digging it in your pudding again.

“Atta girl,” he purrs, brushing your hair behind your ear as you slowly chew. It's new, this kind of affection coming from him, but you welcome it nonetheless.

You have something to say before he leans in again. "WAI-" is all you could muster as his lips are on yours for the third time, a little longer, a lot firmer. Fingers on your chin. He eases you into a slow kiss. Three kisses and an indirect one. He really is taking his shots.

When you pull away, you lightly burst out “seriously??” 

Osamu chuckles, pulling away to take both puddings on each hand and handing yours to you. “Sorry, you taste good too,” he said. This time placing a peck on your cheek. 

"C'mon, finish it up before it melts."

The two of you eat together in comfortable silence. A new feeling lingers in the air. A sense of rose tranquility. You could get used to this.

“So,” you start, taking another bite. “What do we do now?” Osamu inches closer to your side, enjoying this new kind of company from you.

“Am I yours?”

You pretend to ponder, just to draw out your answer.

“I guess so.”

“Is that a yes?”

You take your chance to place a kiss on his cheek. This time, He’s the one caught off guard, smiling at you as he wipes the small bit of stickiness off. 

“Yeah,” you said. 

Wrapping an arm around your waist, Osamu places a hand on your hip to pull you closer to him. 

“Stay over for tonight, why don’t ya?”

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A/N: i'll edit this in a little bit

[lvieee]

shen ricky bf headcannons

-cringe pick up lines “are you a fruit? bcs ur watermelon” 我的美人 wo de mei ren, means my beautiful person. and you would be like “what??” then he has to explain it to u. found it on tiktok lol and it reminded me of him.

-i think he would be the type to get jelly pretty easily but hides it and doesn’t want to admit it, but you know him too well. “whatchu mean im jealous, im not.” he says with the pouty face. “rickyyy he’s just a friend.” “hm”

-would turn into a tomato if u hug him out of nowhere. he was on his phone waiting for you to finish whatever you were doing outside your house when you come up to him from behind and wrap your hands around his waist. “you scared me.” “aww ur blushing”he says nothing then just takes your hand and brings u with him while trying to hide his smile.

-loves it when you send him memes you find. i also think he would unfollow meme accounts he used to follow so he doesn’t see the memes before you send it to him iygwim. found this on ig

-melts when u give him the puppy eyes.

-buys you things he thinks will suit you. bracelets,earrings,necklaces

-keeps your favorite snacks with him. you were feeling down and not talking then he just gives u snacks and not say anything, you instantly feel much better.

-guitaristricky! would learn your favorite songs on the guitar so he can record them and send it to u.

-melts when you call him by his chinese name. “what did u just call me ?” “nothing” you say while smiling. he says nothing but just looks at you and smirks (IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT BUT I HOPE U GET WIM)

-longdistancebfricky! would stay up late to talk to you, and listen to you ramble about your day.

-would send you selfies of him when he’s bored/when he misses u.

-would buy you things randomly.

-would write letters for youu. (IDK HE LOOKS LIKE THE TYPE TO WRITE LETTERS)

-would learn about things you like so he would understand when you talk about it, and also so you two can do it together

- would take you out on night drives. you were on bed doing nothing while u received a text from your boyfriend “im downstairs” u we’re confused bcs yall didn’t make plans earlier. “wanna get your fav food?” and after that he would just drive around with no destination and blast music in his car lol.

note: first time doing this lol, dunno if i’ll ever write again but i hope you enjoy what i wrote haha. do correct me if i make any mistakes hehe. stay hydrated everyone !!

[tiredcatboysinc]

The icing on the cake

Dude, what do you mean I wrote all of this in one day huh wuh =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇)

ao3

“Hey, what’s your favorite flavor?” “In what context? .3.”

“Cake.”

“Vanilla :3”

“Okay.”

Those messages had been sent over a week ago by now, and Allan’s question is still plaguing your thoughts. Why did he need your favorite cake flavor..? Nothing was coming up… Your birthday wasn’t until a few more months… Hmm… Augh!! What could this little critter need with your favorite cake flavor???

Well, it was obvious he was planning something. How do you know? Because Allan normally texts you every morning, 8 am sharp. But now, he’s been faltering… Sometimes messaging at 8:05 or even 8:20. Something was up, and you would figure it out one way or another!!

So, first things first… You can’t directly ask Allan, no, no, no!! That’s too direct, and there's no way if he was planning something he’d tell you. No, Allan was cautious… but not cautious enough. You knew he’d have had to have told someone in the office, if not directly then they’d overheard his insane rambling. 

You hum, leaning over the table in the breakroom. Your elbow rested on the hard surface, digging into the material as you thought. Your mouth quirked unevenly, brows furrowing in frustration. Who to ask first…

“Hey, whatcha doin’ man?” Charlie questions as he saunters into the breakroom, looking as nonchalant as ever. Quickly, you shot up from your seat. As you slammed a hand down you pointed at Charlie, causing him to flinch slightly. “MR. DOMPLER!” You shout, eyes ecstatic in hope. Charlie looks around nervously, chuckling softly at your antics. 

“Uh, yeah? What’s up?” He sits at the table, leaning in the chair as you lower your arm. Swiftly, you whip your phone from your pocket to show him the messages. Pointing to Allan’s text you begin to question him, “WHERE WERE YOU ON THIS TIME AND DATE????” You blink rapidly as you point to the date of the messages. Charlie furrows his brow, scratching at his neck as he cranes his head back in thought. He pops his lips, clicking his tongue as he grumbles. 

“Uhhh, fuck… Dude, I dunno… Probably at home drinking… or smoking, one or the other.” He chuckles, turning back to you. Squinting your eyes at him suspiciously at him you hum, pursing your lips. “A likely story… Then you wouldn’t know why Allan wants my favorite cake flavor, would you???” You accuse him, widening your eyes and blinking rapidly. 

Charlie scoffs in mock offense, smiling playfully and furrowing his brows. He waves his hand dismissively, chuckling. “Whaat? Me, know anything ever? Nah, man…” He pauses, “Though, speaking hypothetically… If I did know something… I’d say go and ask Glep.” He chuckles as a broad smile cracks over his face. You lean back, crossing your arms over your chest in thought. A hum of satisfaction leaves your lips, a small smile quirking upon them.

“Hmm… Okay then!” You chirped, taking your leave from the breakroom. Charlie sighed, letting a chuckle of amusement choke from his throat. “God, those two are so fucking in love…”

Glep was somewhere, and nowhere at the same time. How did that make sense? You didn’t know, but Glep always found their ways… They were slippery and hard to get ahold of when you needed them, of course, when they weren’t needed you could find them anywhere you looked. Right now was not the latter, Glep was nowhere to be found and you were positively stumped. 

You grumbled in annoyance, deciding to give u your hunting and think your impulsive plan a once over… Maybe Allan wasn’t doing anything, maybe he had been asking out of curiosity. However, that didn’t explain the late texts. It also didn’t explain anything really… Allan doesn’t ask just for asking, he asks for purposes. You run your hands over your face, rubbing harshly at your temples. Come one brain, do some thinking here… 

…

…….

AUGH!!! Dammit!! Damn that critter!! There’s no reason he would get you cake!! Nothing is coming up, is there??? Nothing that you can think of…

Vrttt.. Vrtt…

Your phone buzzes softly in your pocket, catching you off guard for a split second. You fumble to grab it from its confines, swiping it open to see a text from the critter himself…

“Are you at the office?”

“Yeah”

“Okay.”

You wait for a second, a minute, and another minute, but no more texts come. Urgh, fuck, Allan!! Why did you have to be such a dry-ass texter??? A sigh of disappointment looms in the air as you return to the breakroom, Charlie now nowhere to be seen and Glep still unable to be found. You grumble with aggravation, the dread of having to wait for Allan seeping into your skin. 

Fuck it, you might as well just doomscroll for a while… And so you did. You scrolled for no more than a few minutes before the door was opened, Allan pushing it open with his forearm. He held a small cake in his hands, no more than enough for one or maybe two people. Your brows furrow, confusion now set into your expression.

“Hey,” Allan clears his throat, “Uh… This isn’t what I’d normally do, but here.” He walks over and places the cake in front of you. Once more he clears his throat, his hands now empty he fidgets with his tie. You look between the cake and Allan, a soft blush creeping onto your cheeks. The cake was professionally decorated, with beautiful yet small designs laid over the icing with fondue. In the center was text written in icing, the font bordering on cursive. It asked a simple question, ‘Dinner?’ 

You look back to Allan, looking as if he’d just asked you to marry him. Softly, you begin to smile. 

“Yeah, I’d love that actually.”

[emarttt]

Just thought of a quick headcanon bc of hermione and Harry's interaction about Romilda and her "potential" love potion and it made me think of a headcanon with Ominis trying to be a mom as he’s told to be (plz be nice it’s my first writing in English ^^):

*Ominis and you were at the library, searching for an old book about ancient runes, you, sitting with a pretty huge pile next to you while your friend was standing, a little book written in braille in the hand*

Ominis : You know, I was thinking about something lately with all latest events but you really should be careful with who you're talking to...

Y/N : It really comes from nowhere… Why's that?

Ominis : For god sake... Come closer.

You executed yourself, coming closer as the Slytherin step forward, knowing where you were due to your clothes’ friction. When he suddenly put a finger on your nose, probably thinking this was your mouth

Y/N : Why are you touching my no-

Ominis : Shhhhh !

Without even moving, he made silence reign between you two, letting you be more confused than ever.

Ominis : Look behind me, you see him?

Y/N : Yeah, that's Gareth Weasley and so what?

The boy let a long sigh get out of his slight mouth.

Ominis : You're really never pay attention... I told you to listen !

Y/N : No, you put your goddamn finger on my nose

Ominis : Stop talking about that ! If you had paid attention, you would've understood what he was saying! He told the guy next to him he was looking to ask you on a date

You actually needed time to process. Letting your eyes slowly following your head as you admired a bit more the Gryffondor. He was definitely not bad looking with his curled up red hair and all those subtle freckles. Always kinda mesmerised by the young man, you answered :

Y/N : What? You mean… for real ?

Ominis : Did you really see me joking around a lot since we first met? It’s Sebastian role to be the stupid one here. Yes for real, I’m surprised you don’t believe it yourself actually

Y/N : What do you mean?

Ominis : Come on … since you arrived everyone seems to be interested in you, it's like they know there’s something special about you and I won't be surprised if some would like to take advantage of it.

Y/N : But, Ominis, I am special and- *OW*! … Sorry…

And he slapped you with the tiny book he was holding since, feeling now a soft pain in your shoulder as you giggled a bit, seeing the natural bored Ominis for the real first time.

Y/N : Didn't know you could aim correctly

Ominis : It's not because I'm blind that I can't hit idiots.

Wrote this at two am yesterday, dunno if it’s good or bad but anyway imagine Ominis being a bit protective bc he’s :

1. Actually jealous but shows it with restraint

2. Trying to catch up Sebastian behaviour who’s been a dick with you (and let you think he’s not into you)

3. Just being a protective mom

I like all three possibilities lmao

[letterstoear]

Their reactions to a racoon in their bed

Characters: Vil, Epel, Jack, Kalim, Jamil

Notes: I honestly dunno why I wrote this, but here it is.

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Vil: 

👑Screams his little heart out 

👑After screaming he just sits there wondering why a racoon in my bed is there!

👑 Takes him a few moments to collect himself before he gets out of bed to return the beast 

👑He’s not about to chuck it out the window, but he will consider if someone placed it there

👑 A revenge scheme? Perhaps Epel, Rook, Neige? Had someone been keeping it as a pet 

👑Whatever the case is he’s taking that raccoon out of his bed 

👑Spends the rest of the night working out his horrors, cleans his sheets, checks every nook and cranny of his room

👑Where did that raccoon come from? 

Epel: 

🍎IS immediately like Yes! Let me sleep with you fine creature that appeared out of nowhere 

🍎 Examines the little guy to see if he’s injured or something 

🍎Low key thinks it's just a dream or something tho 

🍎Wakes up to his surprise that the racoon is still there beside him

🍎Is like wow, I got myself a new friend, I gotta hide you from Vil, cause ain’t no way he gonna let me keep him

🍎And Epel is right, cause Vil is like return him to the outdoors 

🍎A teary goodbye 

Jack: 

🐺 Double checks his bed because he feels something rummaging in his bed

🐺 Shocked to see a racoon, but is like well, I guess this is life

🐺Just rolls with it because he’s had worse 

🐺In the morning he gives it a five-star treatment before letting it go 

🐺Imagine the surprise on everyone’s face when they see Jack taking care of a racoon he found in his bed 

🐺Got heads turning from everyone 

🐺Only reason he doesn’t keep it is because he wants it to be free 

Kalim: 

☀️Freedom…, um excuse me me, no, you’re my new friend 

☀️Behold, Kalim’s new friend

☀️Only the best treatment for the best 

☀️Gets incredibly excited from the raccoon appearing in his bed because he thinks he’s got something like Silver’s ability to attract animals 

☀️In reality the racoon just wandered into their dorm by accident 

☀️Gives Jamil a headache from wanting to take care of the raccoon, but manages to successfully to put the racoon back in the woods 

☀️Another teary eye goodbye 

Jamil: 

🐍 Get that thing away from him as far as he can go, it is covered in sand

🐍 Scares him to death because of how unexpecting it was 

🐍 Feels it touching his face and wakes up to it 

🐍 At first, he’s like Kalim is this your new pet, but is relieved to know that it’s not 

🐍 Kinda just moves it off his bed then continues to sleep; this has to be a dream, right? 

🐍When he wakes up to see that it’s now on his bed and beside him, boy is just not right in the head 

🐍 Is more than happy to put it back where it belongs properly 

[corkinavoid]

*deep breath in*

Hi, I'm Cork, and today I got an eye injury, so I am now, officially, a pirate. Albeit temporarily. Got the eyepatch and all that crap. More on that later.

Info post

about all my writing progress for anyone wondering and for myself to keep track of stuff. Also, some rambling.

Fiance to a Star - ⅘ done with translating second chapter, also doing moodboards and soundtracks for all of the chapters currently because visuals. Gotta find the right library music. Fuck, translating is hard, why did I write it in Russian, I'm so stupid.

Married to Winter - 8.5 chapters written, editing for the second chapter will be done on Thursday, and I'm posting it on Friday. Need to rewrite chapter 9 probably, it's not working the way I want it to. Currently inspired, so maybe will write more chapters for it. Do I want to add soundtracks? I mean, I do, but do I have the brain capacity and mental strength to do so?

Multiverse Police - on hold, out of ideas, nothing is working. Will come back to it later.

Changeling AU - also on hold, but it's mostly done in my opinion, so any additions will be sporadic.

You Should Ask Danny - editing chapters 6 and 7, chapter 8 is written, but I really don't like it. Might put this on hold after posting chapter 7, but I have a whole list of ideas for it. Maybe I should just delete chapter 8 completely and write something else? I mean, why not, but then I feel like the idea is good, I just can't write it the way I want it.

Mercenary Danny - ugh, I want to write the Christmas date so bad, but it requires writing a scene with so many characters! Fenton family is big, and I want Vlad to be there, which is another can of worms because I suck at writing middle-aged men. Can I just write him as a pretentious vampire wannabe and be done with it? But no, that will ruin his characterization.

Haunted Family - done, fuck it, I lost all the motivation for it.

Demon Babysitter - still on hold, but probably also done.

Now, to the unposted wips that are sitting in my googledocs:

One Night Stand Gone Wrong - 10 fucking chapters written and I- fuck I just wanted some simple short DarkHumor (Dick/Dan) one-shot, how did it come to this, honestly. But guess what, I'm writing chapter 11 even if it kills me, I have an idea for Tim/Danny in there. I'll be posting that, um, later. One day. I still need to reread it and maybe rewrite some stuff, it's just a bunch of word vomiting right now.

Road Trip - 4.5 chapters written, and it's going literally nowhere. Is this a pun? Maybe. Should I just post 4 chapters of it and be done with it? The story is done, more or less. Or, I could just fit all 4 chapters into one, make it a one-shot, and call it a day, what a good idea!

Bad GIW - ugh, I can't. 3.5 chapters written and I stopped liking the idea completely. It will never be finished. Should I post works that I don't plan on finishing ever?

Living Weapon Danny - same thing as Bad GIW, I wrote 2 chapters and abandoned it. Fuck I'm bad at writing angst, I just- can't. I want to. But I can't.

Masters Gala - I still love the idea, but damn, writing Vlad is hard. Also, writing galas is hard. Also, writing kids is hard! Maybe I should rethink it and make them not kids but teens? But I still need plot for it, holy fuck, how do you write plot for a gala? Should I just, I dunno, put a heist in there? A haunted mansion horror story? A murder mystery? I'm still debating on whether to put Al Ghul Twins or Dead Serious in there because I can't do both for ethical reasons. I mean, I can, but I bet a lot of people will find it messed up. It's not even incest if they are not related neither biologically nor legally nor by their upbringing. Is it? Fuck, I don't know.

Lastly, about being a pirate. TW: eye injury, a lot of cursing included because I'm m a d

So a fucking mad girl hit me in the eye with one of those wooden stir sticks. Because her coffee was too hot. Bitch you ordered a hot fucking drink what did you expect? Mind you it was not burning hot, I held the cup before she did, it was alright, and okay, I get that people can have different perceptions of temperature and heat tolerance, maybe it was too hot for her but who in their right mind stabs people in the face for their drink being too hot, what the fuck

Anyway, I've got the eye checked out - and it's not covered by insurance which is another reason I'm mad as fuck - and it's okay. Mostly. I can't open my eye because it hurts like hell, and i have to do eyedrops and wear an eyepatch for a while, but it's gonna be alright in a few days, so I'm fine.

Is the fact I can only see with one eye gonna stop me from writing? Fat chance.

[drc00l4tt4]

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Fun Fact: The average person would walk past a murderer ~36 times in their lifetime.

🔥 vil-the-fallen Follow

I like how this is called a "fun" fact.

☕ the-muffin-man Follow

It's fun because they didn't decide to murder you. ♡

👑 ruler-of-everything Follow

I doth extend mine hand akin to a mob boss, granting thee leave to kiss yon ring. Yet, as thou draw'st nigh, thou shalt discern 'tis none other than a glowing spider ring, won in the arcade's games of chance.

🔥 vil-the-fallen Follow

* pretends to kiss it but i eat the spider very discreetly but you notice anyway because my mouth is glowing from the inside *

👑 ruler-of-everything Follow

Thou disrespect me.. Thou hath devoured mine eerie spider ring, purchased at the cost of fifty tickets from the Funtime Arcade and Pizzeria.. Squire, smite him with the sticky hand

🩹 surviving-thriving Follow

What are the healthiest teas?

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Honesty, Integrity, and Loyalty. - S

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Can you all ever just give a normal answer

🐎 yee-haw Follow

You : * eats 100 ears of corn in 2 hours * I am the corn king! I cannot be outcorned!

Me : * eats 101 ears of corn in 10 minutes * Just another day in th'corn fields

⭐ sunshine-lollipops Follow

What?

🐎 yee-haw Follow

I dunno. I woke up at 6am, wrote this, then went back t'sleep.

🔥 vil-the-fallen Follow

Romeo, Romeo

Where the fuck is you, Romeo

👑 ruler-of-everything Follow

FIE upon thee! The original line in Romeo and Juliet doth read, 'Wherefore art thou,' and mayhap, were thou to cease thy presumptuousness, thou wouldst know that 'wherefore' doth NOT, IN ANY FUCKING MANNER, SIGNIFY 'WHERE.' 'WHEREFORE' DOTH SIGNIFY 'WHY.'

SHE DOTH INQUIRE WHY HIS NAME IS ROMEO. CURSE ALL OF YOU! CURSE ALL OF YOU VIGOROUSLY! I DO HOLD SHAKESPEARE IN THE UTMOST OF SERIOUS REGARD!

🔥 vil-the-fallen Follow

Romeo, Romeo

Why the fuck is you, Romeo

🍎 sunshine-princie Follow

Gonna go stand in a creek, do you guys need anything?

📰 tired-principal Follow

#Yeah I need you to find a leaf #and gently set it in the water #and watch it solemnly as it floats away

🍎 sunshine-princie Follow

Finally. A reasonable request.

👑 ruler-of-everything Follow

Hell? Empty. All the devils? Here.

👑 ruler-of-everything Follow

Oh by the damn'd, this jest was not of the ribald "dick? out" variety; 'twas but a quote from Shakespeare. Abstain from vulgarity.

💣 ur-fav-villain Follow

Hell : Empty

Devils : Here

Dick : Out

💣 ur-fav-villain Follow

It's what Shakespeare would've wanted

🌌 i-am-nowhere Follow

Can we stop shipping real people. Can we not do that anymore ever.

👑 ruler-of-everything Follow

Upon my last inquiry, such an act was termed "human trafficking", a deed most foul in the eyes of the law.

👑 ruler-of-everything Follow

I may have just received word that this text post doth not concern that matter in the slightest.

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@ ruler-of-everything why do you talk like that?

👑 ruler-of-everything Follow

Dost thou wish for me to converse in the vulgar tongue of modern, simplified speech?

👻 died-2019 Follow

Can you even do that?

👑 ruler-of-everything Follow

I can, yes.

You think I read how you all talk and I don't know how to replicate it? What kind of fool do you take me for?

💣 ur-fav-villain Follow

#Ghost why did you modernize him. Why did you do that. #What did you gain from this cursed media. #Shame on you.

[just-a-carrot]

Hello Carrot!

Ok so I was the anonymous poly asker but since I wanna draw some of the Au’s I yapped about I don’t see a reason to ask anonymously anymore.

that and I was originally soo terrified of asking a question cause I’ve been in many many toxic fandoms (I had to be hyped up to even originally ask my question )

First of all, this fandom has been one of the nicest and most respectful fan bases I’ve ever encountered.

Second, Ow was one of the first media’s to ever make me shed a tear I honestly loved everything about Ow (I also developed I mini obsession with Jerry, that and I sounded like an absolute crazy person playing the game while on call with friends and during arc 5 I out of nowhere yelled “NO MOTHER JERRY”)

But the reason I wrote Is because I got an Au idea and ist been plaguing my mind all day.

Basically at the end of every arc Iggy wished for smt and the two that stuck with me where the wish he never existed and the wanting to make his friends happy one.

And in the Au that popped up he kinda gets that wish with everyone waking up back at home with like a déjà vu feeling and since I think bucks ended up there too ig the reason she goes to wonderland is to save their kid.

They all end up in Wonderland at the same time with the feeling of wanting to find smt and end up hearing a conversation of one of the bunny soldiers scolding someone for exploring all by himself and that dinner would be soon.

Fast forward and their at the town and find the younger versions of Bucks and Gidget and they offer to take them “home” witch is similar to Gidget’s house in arc 5 but with the downstairs area being filled with toys and plushies with caretaker bunnies running around and the upstairs being more nicer and put together kinda like an apartment

They they end up meeting Iggy who’s like also kind of a caretaker with him occasionally joining the kids for dinner or to play games with them on their request (which refers slightly back to the wanting to make all his friends happy wish)

But the others want him back of course, which would lead to like a minor conflict of him not wanting to leave the kids but also wanting to make Wonderland safer because it was not safe when he first entered etc.

I’d dunno how I’d end it might make a comic about it cause I feel like there’s some potential in the Au I’ll have to see.

BTW SOO SORRY IT BECAME THIS LONG !!

I’ll most likely take a brake of asking questions (and also learn to yapp less) to focus more on drawing Ow stuff until I get a good grip on how to draw everyone.

Again soo sorry for yapping this much 

ahhhhhh i'm sorry you felt nervous!! i get it though it's really hard for me too to reach out or message someone / send in an ask, etc.

i never mind long asks! though i don't always know how to respond very well all the time lkdjfad so you'll have to sometimes forgive me. and hahaha i'm really glad you liked jerry!!

that sounds really interesting. like an AU where somehow the kid versions of them are also there in wonderland or something?? unless i'm misunderstanding. admittedly the "make my friends happy" wish was the wish he made AS a kid (and why he's now stuck in loops trying to make them all happy, except that he can't), but i could see like, some interesting possibilities where it somehow becomes even more morphed and convoluted with the different versions or something, perhaps if like, there just get to be too many different timelines so they all start to converge perhaps. i've never thought about something like that before

a version of wonderland that's NOT all messed up even when they're adults would be particularly interesting to explore. well, i suppose that's what bucks, gidget, and orlam experienced at first when they first went in LOL

[isa-ghost]

hey it's the anon who asked what dr*m did,

I decided to do my own research (mainly cause I was curious) but... I can't find much? let me rephrase it - I did find the allegations from 6ish months ago, that he's going to court with one(?) of them, but that's... all? I didn't find the court's verdict, confirmations, or him admitting either... and any post or video I find has both the OP and the comments mostly on his side and believing that it's either not true or true but not grooming, even people who say they're not his fans or don't even like him.

so Im not sure if the confirmation didn't reach youtube or if I'm searching wrong or something?

but honestly while researching I realized that I cant stand him lmao, gotta agree with some comments I read - he made a mistake by showing more of his personality online, looks like any time he can handle a situation wrong/respond wrong he does it

so dunno, guess I didnt find the confirmation but at least now I don't find his old minecraft videos interesting anymore so theres that

Yeah he can't act properly to save his fucking life

Also I think most of the threads on Twitter and stuff that have all the proof he's guilty/etc is probably long buried, unfortunately. You could probably try to ask around saying you're trying to get the whole picture but tbh it's not a huge deal if you can't. You can try searching my blog but Tumblr sucks with that shit. The fact that this and his other controversies have been buried and lost to the void of the internet is typical white boy with a monstrously big platform shit so I'm not surprised. I never heard any details about court (prob for legal reasons) or a conviction either. All I know is there was screenshot proof from the victim that they talked, and Dr*m confirmed the screenshots were real but didn't say anything about other details. But those details literally can't be false if the screenshots & the shit said in them are true.

Anyway, as far as his other bullshit goes:

People found old kkk meme edits on his yt account through the wayback machine. More than once if I'm not mistaken

He has a history of defending himself using the r slur

He cheated "on accident" in a speedrun (the least important thing ever but everyone always brings it up)

He claimed he was going to donate all proceeds during pride month to lgbt+ charities & he'd do charity streams all month but never did

He defended himself about replying to haters, which would send thousands of his toxic stans after the person getting them doxxed/death threats/etc and he refused to address that it was irresponsible of him bc he was too entitled to immaturely clap back at the antis. Even other ccs, like B/itzel called him out about shit related to how he uses his platform irresponsibly & he unfollowed & shaded them like a bitch baby

The whole "accidental" copycat shit with QSMP/USMP and basically softcore stalking Q/uackity online.

His "apologies" for all of the above fucking sucked in multiple ways. And that's just 2021-Now shit I can remember off the top of my head, I lost my Twitter in May last year so now I get my info from people's posts about it on here or links to tweets.

Everyone largely suspects he spontaneously reignited d/smp lore & started the finale to cover up the groomer thing bc he has a history of doing smth "new and cool" every time he causes drama to divert attention and avoid accountability.

He's also suspected of suddenly rewriting the d/smp finale to paint his Irredeemable Abuser Villain Up Until The Last Stream as a sympathetic poor baby out of nowhere and wrote that his victim, c!Tommy apologized to him, which sends a HORRIBLE message about abusive relationships. T/ommy and T/ubbo have both subtly mentioned not liking the finale and that Dr*m had AWFUL communication during the last like 6+ months of the smp.

He also suddenly showed up in T/ubbo's chat lurking while T/ubbo happened to be mentioning he'd do his own research on the grooming situation instead of blindly siding with Dr*m and it was some shit out of a horror movie is2g, he suddenly dmed T/ubbo out of nowhere during it on discord saying they'd talk about it after T/ubbo wasn't streaming. Basically sounds like he was gonna bias T/ubbo about his innocence. Like he hadn't been in chat all stream long but SUDDENLY he was there the second the topic came up. But the d/smp ccs also can't say anything about the situation since it's a legal matter, so a handful of ccs have just stated/implied they don't support him other ways

He only quit MCC bc he threw a tantrum about how he couldn't practice for it but now that MCC island exists, people were getting better than him. He's habitually a sore loser about that kinda shit

He's got that whole weird "is he, isn't he" bullshit going on about him being lgbt. I personally think he's just catering to his stupid d/n/f shippers bc they like to truth their relationship & sexuality all the time and he's never explicitly said he's bi or smth. He's just vaguely been like "yeeeaahhhh I mostly like girls like 99% but maaaayyybeee I like guys idkkkk. 🤪" But he's also done that multiple times so who tf knows. I'm not gonna fully dismiss him & I understand no one including me is entitled to his specific sexuality, but he has garbage credibility on like everything so I'm neutral on the matter and find it hard to believe him

Not directly him related, but his stans went on a long and horrifying witch hunt on Twitter during the kkk ordeal doxxing, death threatening & harassing ENTIRE mcyt subtwts who spoke out against him and called him out on his racism, performative activism, shitty apology, etc. For example, I was part of S/neeg's subtwt and all my mutuals and me had to go private to avoid getting doxxed. It felt like being raided in some dystopian ass horror film. Entire subtwts were going private, panicking, paranoid they'd get outed & stalked & harassed by people just for condemning racism, raising Black voices, etc. It was borderline traumatic to some people, I know people who lost sleep over it bc they were so afraid.

That's all I can think of off the top of my head but the end of 2021 to early 2022 was a fucking nightmare between him being an immature entitled piece of shit and his stans blindly defending him and going out of their way to endanger people who rightfully opposed him.

[massivedrickhead]

Bechloe Week Day 8: "Why didn't you say anything?" "You needed me to be okay."

Words: 3314

Notes: You can't give me a prompt like that and expect me not to write a bunch of angst. I also can't resist using a zombie au any chance I get, so naturally that setting is involved too.

This was the first one I wrote for Bechloe week this year and it was the one I was most excited about, but I feel like I might have ruined it by getting too in depth witht he universe. I dunno, I feel like I liked it better when it was in my head.

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Chloe opened her eyes with a groan, her hand coming up to gingerly touch the back of her head that had hit the ground moments ago.

“Are you okay?” Beca asked, looking up from where she’d been staring at her hand, flexing it and wincing slightly.

“Yeah,” Chloe said. “Yeah, I think so. Jesus, it just came out of nowhere, did you get it?”

Beca nodded, gesturing to the creature at her feet that gave it’s last dying twitch.

She pulled the blue and yellow bandanna that had been tied around her wrist and began wapping it tightly around her hand.

“Are you okay?” Chloe asked, wincing as she touched her head again. “What happened?”

“My gun backfired,” Beca said, “it hurts like a bitch. Can you stand?”

“I think so,” Chloe said, holding out a hand so Beca could pull her to her feet. There was a spike of pain as soon as she put weight on it, but she bit down hard on her lip and swallowed the yelp that threatened to come out. She figured she must have twisted it when she was knocked off her feet.

“You good?” Beca asked. “Your head’s okay?”

“I’m fine,” Chloe said. “But it’ll be getting dark soon, I think we should find somewhere to hide out for the night.”

Chloe hated the dark at the best of times, but being out of the safety of their home like this was another thing entirely. They were completely out in the open. Completely exposed. It made Chloe shiver just to think about it. She also wasn’t sure how fast she’d be able to walk on this ankle, and she didn’t want to slow them down if they ended up needing to run.

“We’re only a few hours away from home,” Beca said, looking down at her watch. “We should keep moving.”

“Okay,” Chloe said, trusting that Beca knew what she was doing. She’d never lead them astray before, and Chloe knew she wouldn’t this time. 

They walked in relative silence for hours. Both on high-alert, guns at the ready, ears straining for any sound that didn’t come from them.

The pain throbbing in Chloe’s ankle meant she didn’t notice Beca constantly checking her watch. She was too focused on putting one foot in front of the other to see the sheen of sweat on Beca’s head, or the way that her pace was beginning to slow.

“You’re limping,” Beca said. She sounded tired, but Chloe knew that she probably was. They were both tired, both hot, both scared. 

“I’m fine,” Chloe replied. 

Beca checked her watch and sighed. “Would you be able to run if you needed to?” She asked.

“Of course,” Chloe replied.

“Please don’t lie to me,” Beca said.

Chloe looked across at her. “I can run on my ankle,” she said. “It hurts like hell, but I can run on it.”

Beca nodded. “Good.”

“Can you shoot with that hand?” Chloe asked.

Beca looked down at it. Blood had soaked through the bandage, dark lines had begun creeping up her wrist.

“I can try,” she said, trying to wiggle her fingers but finding herself unable to. She let her hand drop to her side, hoping Chloe hadn’t noticed.

She would need her gun anymore soon anyway.

They kept walking until they were finally in sight of the small compound where they lived, and Chloe felt herself relax. She’d be home soon. They’d both be home soon. Aubrey could check out her ankle, and Beca’s hand, and they’d get patched up and everything would be fine.

They were near enough to the fence now that the guard dogs had noticed their approach. They came bounding up to the fence, and Chloe smiled in anticipation of their happy barks and wagging tails. They were always so pleased to see her.

As soon as they caught their scent, the dogs began growling, their hackles raised and teeth bared.

Chloe frowned. “Weird,” she said. “What do you think’s gotten into them?” She asked, turning to look at Beca.

Beca looked worse. Much worse. She was scarily pale, her eyes bloodshot, the veins beneath her skin becoming more prominent. 

A cold shiver ran up Chloe’s back, and she swallowed hard.

“Beca?”

“I love you, Chloe,” Beca said, her voice on the verge of slurring. “You know that right?”

“Beca, what happened?”

“P-please say it back,” Beca said. “I n-need to hear it one last time.”

“You’re scaring me,” Chloe said, eyes filling with tears. “Baby, please tell me what’s going on?” 

Beca shook her head, and she took a stumbling step backwards, away from Chloe. “Y-you should go ahead,” she said. She sounded so different that if Chloe hadn’t been watching her say the words, she would have thought it was someone else. It was as if each word was a struggle. As if she was having to pull them from somewhere. From something that wanted to take them away. “Go. Run. Don’t look b-back.”

Chloe’s heart was racing now as she grabbed hold of Beca’s hand and pulled the bloody bandana away.

She saw a bite, a perfect crescent of teeth marks, and her whole world ended.

“No,” she said, her voice a little over a whisper. “No!”

“Y-you n-need to leave,” Beca said. “R-run.”

Blood had started to drip from her nose, but her hands were shaking too much to wipe it away. 

The dogs were going crazy now. Their barking bordering on frenzied as they climbed over each other, desperate to break free from the fence and kill this creature that threatened them.

“Why… Why didn’t you say anything?” Chloe said, tears spilling down her cheeks.

Beca looked at her, and now the blood was dripping from her ears. Red tears ran down her cheeks.

The blue eyes Chloe had fallen in love with were almost gone. Soon they’d be the same milky white as all the other monsters out there.

“You n-needed me to b-be okay,” Beca said. “And I n-needed to get you home.” Beca’s knees gave way as the infection began taking over her motor functions. It was spreading through her like a fire. It lit up each of her nerve endings causing pain she’d never experienced before, burning through every vein and artery that held her together. Deep within her she felt something different.

A hunger. 

A primal, feral, hunger.

“I still need you to be okay,” Chloe sobbed, dropping to her knees beside Beca. “I can’t do this without you, I love you!”

“R-run,” Beca managed to choke out, her mouth beginning to open and close as if she had no choice in it. She was so hungry. “Get. Away. From. Me.” Her voice was more like a growl now. She had never been this hungry. She had never smelt anything so good. God, she wanted to eat this thing in front of her. She wanted to eat it so bad, and it wasn’t making any effort to run away.

“Chloe!” A voice boomed from behind them. “Get away from it!”

Beca’s head snapped towards the sound of the voice.

“Chloe!” The voice said again. It was Aubrey’s voice, Chloe realised, and she turned to see her standing a few feet away, her gun pointed at Beca.

Or the thing that had been Beca.

It let out a growl and lunged for Chloe, its jaw clenching and unclenching, mouth opening and closing as it fought for a bite - a taste - of Chloe.

Before it could sink its teeth into her neck, a shot rang out, and the dead weight of what had once been Chloe’s girlfriend slumped on top of her.

Chloe isn’t sure what happened next, but over the weeks and months that followed, Aubrey filled her in. 

Other people had run through the gate to see what had caused the commotion, and they saw one of their own lying on their back with a bullet hole in their head. Pale eyes staring up at a sky they couldn’t see.

The dogs were no longer barking but howling, mournfully so, but they still didn’t drown out the noise coming from Chloe.

Aubrey, with help from Stacie, had half-carried her back through the compound while she desperately fought them to be able to return to Beca’s side.

“She’s dead,” Aubrey had said, struggling to keep her grip on Chloe’s arm. “She’s gone, Chloe. You need to calm down or you’re going to get yourself shot.”

“So shoot me,” Chloe had sobbed, the fight in her finally dying as she sank to her knees. “I don’t want to do this without her.”

Aubrey didn’t respond to that, and she and Stacie managed to get her into the infirmary. She didn’t fight them while they checked her for bites, and when Aubrey lightly prodded her now very swollen ankle she didn’t flinch.

Stacie took the padded cuffs that were attached to the bed and began fastening them around Chloe’s wrists, apologising as she did. Chloe didn’t acknowledge her. 

“Do we need to do this?” Aubrey asked, wiping away the tears that she had finally allowed herself to shed. 

“You know the rules,” Stacie said. “Twelve hours under surveillance, just in case.”

“Aubrey, Stacie,” Flo had burst into the infirmary, out of breath and in a panic. “They’re going to throw Beca in the pit.”

This got Chloe’s attention.

“No,” she said, tugging at her restraints now. “No, you can’t let them!”

“Are you armed?” Aubrey asked Flo.

“Always,” Flo said, lifting her shirt to reveal the gun tucked in her waistband.

“Watch Chloe,” Aubrey said. “Come on, Stacie.”

The pair ran back out of the infirmary and towards the compound gates where a crowd was still gathering.

“Put her down!” Stacie yelled as they broke through and reached the place where Beca had died.

“Bosses orders,” Bumper said, his hands tucked underneath Beca’s arms as he lifted her up. “Can’t leave it out here it’ll just attract more of them, it goes in the pit.”

“That’s Beca you’re talking about,” Aubrey said. “She’s one of us.”

“Was Beca,” he said. “Was one of us. Now it’s just another dead idiot, stupid enough to get bitt-”

He was cut off by Stacie’s fist connecting with his jaw, and he staggered back, dropping Beca to the ground.

Guns were drawn in seconds.

“She gets a funeral,” Aubrey said. “How many times did she save your sorry ass when we were all out there?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Bumper said. “Rules are rules.”

“You didn’t say that when it was Amy,” Stacie said, taking a step closer, her gun raised higher as she stepped protectively in front of Beca. 

“Don’t,” he said, arms shaking as he pointed his own gun at her. “That was different. She took herself out before she turned. She did what you’re supposed to do. That… thing you’re protecting was a coward.”

“Not another word,” Stacie said. “Or I swear to god, Bumper I will shoot you where you fucking stand.”

“I think that’s quite enough,” a voice said from behind them. They turned and saw Gail, the leader of their compound, walking towards them. 

“Please,” Aubrey said to her, lowering her gun. “She should have a funeral. Chloe needs to be able to say goodbye.”

“No,” Gail said, simply. “I’m sure you’re an excellent shot, Aubrey, but the only real way to make sure these things stay dead is to burn them and do it quickly.”

“But… the pit? She deserves better than the pit.”

Gail shrugged. “I don’t know that it deserves anything. It isn’t Beca anymore, it’s a dead host. A husk. Have a funeral if you need to, but it won’t be with a body.”

“Then let us take her,” Stacie said. “Her family. If she’s going to be taken to the pit, it should be done by people who loved her.”

Bumper scoffed. “Fine by me.”

“As long as it’s done tonight, I don’t care who does it,” Gail said. “And if any of you ever cause a scene like this again, you’ll be out of here, mark my words.” She turned and left, and Bumper followed, barging into Stacie’s shoulder as he stormed past.

The crowd began to follow, until just Aubrey and Stacie were left.

“Are we actually taking her to the pit?” Aubrey asked.

“Fuck no,” Stacie said. 

The pit was exactly as horrible as it sounded.

A pit in the ground where bodies of creatures were dumped and burned. 

It was a way of lighting big fires that attracted minimal attention and it served as a trap to other creatures. They would consume their own if they needed, and a dead creature would often attract others to come feed on it. This way, when they came to investigate the smell, they would end up in the pit themselves, becoming trapped on the charred and jagged bones beneath them. Once a day the pit was checked, and any that had fallen in would be burned too. 

It was a useful place, but it was a place that none of them had ever wanted to end up. 

It was hard enough throwing in the anonymous dead creatures that occasionally stumbled across their compound, but when it was one of their own? 

Neither of them could imagine throwing Beca’s body down there, watching it land amongst the blackened bones before it eventually joined them.

Stacie picked up the backpack of firewood, matches, and kindling that Bumper had left and she put it on.

“Get her legs,” Stacie said, her hands hooking under Beca’s arms.

“Hands behind her head,” Aubrey said.

“I know how to do it,” Stacie replied, adjusting so her elbows went under Beca’s arms, and her hands interlocked against the back of Beca’s skull. That way, if Aubrey hadn’t hit her in the right spot and she came back, she wouldn’t be able to bite Stacie as easily. “Get her legs,” Stacie said again.

Aubrey did as she was told, and the pair carried her away from the main area of the compound and towards the pit.

Rather than throwing her in however, they kept walking until they were out of sight of the compound, far enough away that no one would stumble upon her bones when they were done.

“Here looks good,” Stacie said, and they gently lay Beca down.

“If Gail finds out, we’re done for,” Aubrey said.

“I know,” Stacie replied.

Using the wood in the backpack, and whatever they could salvage from the pit, they built a small wooden pyre.

They worked in silence until it was done, one of them always watching the other’s back, gun’s at the ready.

When the fire was lit, they took a step back.

“Why… Why did she wait so long?” Aubrey asked Stacie as they watched their old friend disappear behind a wall of fire and smoke. “She always said… We’ve all always said that if we got bit, we wouldn’t wait and turn. There were bullets in her gun. In Chloe’s gun. Why did she wait?”

The decision to shoot had been an instinct for Aubrey. She didn’t know who she was shooting at. She had heard the dogs, had seen Chloe sobbing on the ground, and then had seen the creature lunge for her. She didn’t know it was Beca until after. 

“Because Chloe wouldn’t have made it back if Beca had died,” Stacie said, her own jaw clenched as she tried her best not to cry. 

“Chloe’s incredibly capable out there. She sprained her ankle, but she would have-”

“That isn’t what I meant,” Stacie said, cutting her off. “They were in love, ‘Bree. Do you think Chloe would have been able to get home after seeing Beca die? Do you think she’d have been able to stand, and walk however many hours they were away without falling apart?”

“I don’t know,” Aubrey said with a sigh, wiping away the tears on her cheeks.

“I’m not saying Chloe isn’t capable,” Stacie said. “I’m not saying she needed Beca to get her home. I’m saying when you lose the person you love… I think she’d have given up. And I think Beca would have done the same if Chloe had been the one to die.”

“I wish this hadn’t happened,” Aubrey said. “I wish she was still here. And I wish… I wish it wasn’t me who shot her.”

“You saved Chloe’s life,” Stacie said. “It wasn’t Beca anymore.”

“Well, Chloe might not thank me for that,” Aubrey said.

“Maybe not,” Stacie countered. “But just because she wants to die, doesn’t mean we have to let her.”

Aubrey’s hand found Stacie’s and she squeezed. 

“If I die, you aren’t allowed to give up,” Aubrey said. “You aren’t allowed to follow me.”

Stacie squeezed her hand back. “You can’t boss me around from beyond the grave, Posen.”

They let out a small laugh, which died quickly as the fire before them crackled.

It had begun to die out. Soon there would be nothing left of the thing that had been Beca Mitchell.

“It’s getting dark,” Stacie said. “We should head back, this fire won’t be enough to keep them back, soon.”

“Yeah,” Aubrey said, wiping her eyes. “Goodbye, Beca. I’m… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

They walked back to the compound in silence, the smell of smoke clinging to their clothes.

If they turned back to look, they’d have seen the silhouettes of the creatures begin shambling towards the dying embers of the fire, looking to see if there was anything left for them.

As they reached the gate,  the dogs began running up to sniff at them through the chain link fence.

The dogs’ tails wagged happily, and Aubrey and Stacie were allowed entry into the town. 

Chloe was as curled on her side as she was able to be when they made it back to the infirmary.

“You did it,” Chloe said, not turning to look at them when they entered the room. “I can smell it on you.”

Aubrey looked around before she spoke. “Not the pit,” she said, quietly. “I promise.”

Chloe sniffed and nodded. “Thank you.”

“I can take over from here Flo,” Aubrey said. 

“Actually I’d rather you didn’t,” Chloe said, her voice hollow. “I’m sure in a few days I’ll thank you for saving my life, but right now I can’t even look at you.”

“Chloe, that isn’t fair,” Stacie said.

“No,” Chloe replied. “Nothing about this is fucking fair.”

“What was I supposed to do, Chloe? Let her bite you?”

“Maybe,” Chloe said. “At least we’d have been together then.”

“One lover consuming another like that, it isn’t as romantic as you think,” Flo said. Chloe looked at her. They all remembered the story of her parents, and how she’d ended up coming to the compound alone. “Beca did what she did to save you, right? She could have saved herself some pain, and ended it before she turned, but she wanted to get you home safe. It would be a cruel way to repay her by throwing your life away like that.”

Chloe swallowed and tears spilled down her cheeks again. “I miss her,” she said, her voice wobbling. “I’m sorry, ‘Bree.”

“I know,” Aubrey said. “I’m sorry too.”

“I don’t know how to do this without her,” she said. “I don’t think I want to do this without her.”

“She wouldn’t want you to give up,” Stacie said. “So you have to try. You have to let us help you try.”

Chloe nodded, and tried to wipe her eyes, but the cuffs wouldn’t stretch that far. 

“How many hours until I can get out of these?”

Aubrey checked her watch. “About eight.”

“Will you be here when they come off?” Chloe asked. Aubrey nodded and took a seat at her bedside. “Good. I’m really going to need a hug.”