#Lo-Gas Eat

[williammarksommer]

Lo-Gas Eat

Lost Highway series

Hasselblad 500c/m

Kodak Ektar 100iso

[becausebuckley]

michelle's buddie fic recs: week 7!

in which i handed in a thesis proposal, caught a cold, and read some lovely fics... it's been a wild week lol

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading! some might also contain spoilers for season 8.

if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!

baby that's why i fell into you | playinginthunderstorms/@playinginthunderstorms | 1.7k | GA

Eddie has amnesia, Buck struggles. genuinely one of the best love confessions i've read in ages <3 this had me smiling so much!!

call me what you will | ameliahart | 5.9k | E

A  continuation of 8x06 where Buck pouts, Eddie feels joy, and they fuck about it. genuinely i will eat up any and all post-8x06 fics and this is no exception... love the eddie characterisation here!!

faded from the winter | Daisies_and_Briars/@cal-daisies-and-briars | 9.9k | T

Eddie struggles to bounce back after the shooting. Buck starts leaving him with his service dog, Cranberry. cranberry fic!! i love this series so so much <3 especially love the eddiemaddie friendship in this one!

golden morning sunbeams | Buddiesmutslut/@buddiesmutslut | 10.3k | GA

As Eddie is debating his move to Texas, a few texts from his son in the middle of the day set him on a course to getting everything he's been wanting. such a fascinating look at the whole chris in texas/helena and ramon doing whatever the fuck it is that they're doing plot! so good!! and buck here is just <3

hopeless, breathless, burning slow | mostardent/@laracrofted | 14.9k | M

After the coma, Buck struggles to feel real and unofficially moves in with Eddie. there's some gorgeous gorgeous imagery in this one <3 one of the best post-coma fics ever!!

let me give you my life | paleredheadinascifi | 6.4k | T

another take on what happened after the couch scene. Eddie *wants*. They're both brave about it. they're so brave about it <3 wonderful fic!!

slaughterhouse | kithmet/@kithmet | 21.3k | E

Eddie announces he’s leaving. Buck, naturally, begins a slow descent to madness. such a stunning fic it genuinely left me speechless... the most beautiful codependent freak4freak buddie <3 an immediate bookmark for sure!!

take two falls out of three | doitgently/@doitbuckley | 16.3k | M

Eddie tries to go to Texas. What do you get when you cross a man and an eighteen-wheeler truck? such a fantastic look at chris and eddie's relationship <3 beautiful writing!!

the moon like a spotlight | dykeries/@buddiesbian | 4.7k | E

Three months after Eddie moves to El Paso, Buck comes to visit. this is sappy and soft and also funny (the starnaming!!) and just so very perfect <3

the rainbows we chase | timeshareindestin/@timeshareindestin | 5.8k | M

buck accidentally makes an appointment for their first kiss. the proposals!! i love the proposals!! love is stored in the calendar indeed <3 so so good!

too far from the sun | idiotsinkdaisies/@idiotsinkdaisies | 9k | M

Where Eddie Diaz spends time in El Paso, and handles it fine. Buck is back in Los Angeles, and Eddie does not feel the hundreds of miles between them like a physical ache. (He might be lying to himself.) blanket rec for an author whose work i've been LOVING this week!! this one has the most stunning writting and eddie characterisation and i love it so much <3

u/fuckley's reddit post history. | dylaesthetics | 7.9k | M

the emotional rollercoaster of Buck’s Reddit posts throughout the history of knowing Eddie. this is such a brilliantly formatted fic!! i read this on a cold dark bus back home and it was exactly what i needed <3

what if all i need is you | serenelystrange/@serenelystrange | 3k | GA

“Eddie doesn’t even like men,” Buck says with a frown. “I asked.” “Of course you did,” Chim says, dropping his head into his hand with a murmured whisper of *Jesus Christ*. another blanket rec for an author who's been posting some truly brilliant works <3 this one is soft and fun and has such lovely firefam interactions!!

with a little water and a little bit of sunlight | teaspoonmoon/@young-waverer | 4.7k | T

The one where it's not Homes.com but it's also not porn on the iPad. such a lovely alternate ipad-scene <3 so sweet!! i love the dialogue here especially!

[cranberryjuice-posts]

Abby Anderson head-cannons/ relationship HC’s

An: this is like my modern Hc! Only the cannon in game apocalypse version

Tw: nsfw towards the end

Humble about her title in the WLF

Goes to the gym twice a day, once in the morning once at night plus gas break days once or twice a week

High Proteine girly

Knows Damn well that the gay girls at the WLF thirst over her

COUGH lesbian COUGH

Will keep Alice after hours sometimes just because

It’s literally cannon her and manny have competitions for who do what in the apartment

Is a perfectionist

If your in a relationship she’ll take you to the gym and make you try to lift her weights

Actually really likes to cook

If she wasn’t a solider she would of became a medic like her father

Has a shitty green thumb, can not keep a plant alive if her life depended on it

Speaks Spanish to a small degree bc of manny

Once her and manny had hooked up with the same girl — NOT TOGETHER I meant like Abby hooked up with someone THAT FUCKING SCIENTIST first then manny ended up hooking up with the same woman later on down the line.

Makes the worst jokes ever but ppl laugh bc their to scared to offend her

Street smart not book smart

When fall comes around mannys dad still celebrates dia de los Muertos, being that manny and Abby are close manny invited Abby one year to celebrate with them and they made an ofrenda for Abby’s father

Relationship wise she’s actually really caring

You and Abby met most likely in the WLF, whether it’s from you helping her on an assignment, nursing her to health in the infirmary or her helping you with the animals you two just met at the WLF while helping one another

You of-course had heard of Abby multiple times but you.. this was Abby’s first time meeting or hearing abt you and shit she knew she was heads over heels in the first moment you met

Abby spent months deciding over if you were actually into her or not — one night after you two got drunk together Abby confessed and one thing let to another you two decided to plan a date

Abby freaked out like actually leg shaking anxious breath worried if she would fuck up.

She did, the day of the date she had bailed on you due to being put on an imporant assigment by Isaac

After wards she found you had a small argument with you before finally kissing you

That’s how you two ended up together

(I’m writing a fic abt this btw wait for that coming soon 😈🙏🙏🙏🙏)

She’s the type to find you souvenirs while she’s out patrolling

Will make deals with the gardeners to get you a bouquet of flowers

Every Saturday she kicks manny out and sets up the apartment so you two can have a date, doesn’t matter if your fighting and not on speaking terms you two always have the date Abby makes sure, once you Didn’t show up and Abby actually picked you up- threw you over her shoulder and carried you to the apartment

Most ppl when they write smut for Abby is alays like she’s fucking the ever living daylights out of you and calling you names but personally I don’t think Abby would do that (not that’s there’s anything wrong with those fanfics I eat that shit up everytime)

I think Abby is more of a soft lover. She takes her time and whispers sweet nothings, she’ll tell you how perfect you are and how you were blessed by the goddess of love herself

She can get a little rough though, she’s the type to while nuckles deep into you she’ll praise you for how well your doing

She’s a switch, she loves to make you feel good but also wants to be told how much you love her and her body esp her muscles

Abby’s not submissive though it’s just not her style

Went into an abandoned mall once and found a Spencer’s that’s where she managed to find a strap on

She doesn’t really like to use it since in her opinion it takes away from the experience, she doesn’t really like the fact that you want to get off on something that isn’t her

Would never let you use the strap on her tho lmao

Once Owen had drunkly said something to insult you and Abby decked him right then and there mel and manny made her apologize the next day

Insanely protective of you like I said previously she would deck Owen for just insulting you (I also don’t like Owen bc he sucks for cheating on my babe Mel)

If you two argue which is rare Abby’s stubborn but after a while she’ll force you to talk to her. She’s also gonna make you come to an agreement with her and actually communicate how you feel

GODDAMN ABBYS ASS IS FAT sorry I’m watching the remastered version of tlou2 while writing this 😭

Abby’s heavy on communication like she refuses to let one of you go to bed angry

She swears that your the most beautiful person she’s ever met

Abby will go on rants about her dad and tell you silly stories

Your the most important person to Abby and she makes that very clear— if you do patrols she refuses to let you do dangerous patrols only east already cleared areas or only if your with her so she can protect you

Deep down Abby’s scared to loose you like she lost her dad

Every night before she lets you go back to your apartment to sleep or if your sleeping over Abby will give you soft kisses and tell you how much she loves you before letting you go

That’s its 😝

[kylestfs]

Hey, I would love to get the Tesla model X. Always been my dream to get a Tesla so appreciate your offer on giving cars for free. I'm from France so i hope it'll ok for the shipping and everything. How does it work by the way? I heard you needed a decscription of my body, guess to make sure it was really me you hand the car to. I'm french, 28 years old, always been single, pretty hairy body and some muscle definition (still working on it). Hope you have everything you need.

The Tesla model X…a typical influencer car for a typical influencer TikTok boy, always flexing your Los Angeles house that you share with all the other TikTok bros, dancing and lip-sincing for a living, and obviously…showing off your himbo body! Although you definetly don’t have the smarts, you’ve found the perfect job.

STATISTICS :

Identity :

Name : Blake

Age : 21

IQ : 65

Personality : Always flexing, hungry for attention and recognition, dumb, very childish and overall loud and annoying.

Sexuality : Bisexual

Body :

Body type : Himbo

Overall attractiveness : 8.5/10

Private’s size : 4 inches hard.

Rear end size : Big, fat, giggly and doughy buns, begging to be moved with different tiktok dances and trends, and obviously be filled.

Overall B.O : 6/10 - Not too strong, your pits do have quite a sweaty, unwashed smell. Same thing for your feet, but they’re not overly offensive. Just enough to be noticed when we get close to you, and to comment on why you don’t wear any deodorant. You obviously don’t even care, I mean, you do but you’re so dumb you always forget to even think about wearing any.

Gassiness : 8/10 - Always eating the infamous In-N-Out from California gets you very gassy, burps and farts included. Your gas smells rancid, like pure rotten eggs.

Muscles : 8/10 Nice, himbo-like muscles.

[maleyanderecafe]

I Can Die for You (Manga)

Created by: Saori

Genre: Shoujo/Comedy

This is another one that I typesetted and is actually @meo-eirui's baby (as in she translated it). This one is just starting out, but is relatively light. It's in the same ballpark as Kurosaki-san no Ichizuna Ai ga Tomaranai in that it is a relationship with a teacher and a student (so an adult and a minor), though again, I think it does it tastefully enough that it's not too weird(well, mostly), at least in the context of the story. This is a pairing of a light yandere and a jirai kei type of character, though it is mostly pretty light hearted as of now. Currently there is two chapters out, though we will be updating weekly until the story is finished. . If you like our stuff, please donate to us on Ko-fi for more yandere stuff.

The story starts out with Nemu waiting on Christmas Eve for her boyfriend to come and visit her. While waiting she spots another man waiting for his love to come as well. However, as hour pass by, she and this other guy wait in the cold until finally their lovers come to visit. However, we find out that for both of them, they were essentially broken up with and didn't want to see them again, thus ditching them entirely. Nemu then invites this other guy to come and eat with him, feeling that she has a sort of comradery with him given they both waited in the snow for about ten hours. Nemu and Rindou then both complain about how they were too much for the other person with Nemu being a Jirai Kei (a landmine girl) and Rindou being yandere light. They both have similar ideas in terms of what they want in a relationship (like having only their love as their only contact, having a gps tracker on their phone and having the lovers prioritize only their lover), and Nemu feels really touched that she's found a kindred soul in this way. After spending too much time eating, the two aren't able to exchange contacts because their phones are dead, though Nemu hopes to see him in the future. A couple of months later, Nemu ends up dating another guy to stop the loneliness, though it's clear that she's still thinking about Rindou. This leads to the breakup of her current boyfriend, though lo and behold, her new teacher is Rindou which she cheers about immediately. Of course, Rindou doesn't respond, which leads her confused and she goes to look for him after. She finds out that indeed, this is the Rindou that she met on Christmas, and even asks him out, though Rindou refuses because he can't date someone who switches up with other guys so easily. The chapter ends with Nemu declaring she won't give up.

In the second chapter, Nemu continues the attack on trying to ask Rindou out, though she keeps on failing regardless and ends up being kicked out of class for interrupting too much. This leads to her writing a bunch of letters and whatnot declaring her love for Rindou. During this time, one of her ex's, Keito, comes to ask to be together again as the two only split up because of his parents. Despite this, Nemu continues to refuse him, both finding him annoying and finding that this will interfere with Rindou's perception of Nemu. Eventually Keito pulls up the attention that dating Rindou would cause him to go to jail given that she's a minor and he's an adult, causing Nemu to start to worry and be less aggressive in trying to pursue Rindou. Eventually, this excessive worry causes Nemu to cause an accident during Chemistry class where Rindou brings her to the nurse to take care of her. Nemu confesses that she stopped trying to be so aggressive once she found out that she could cause Rindou to get fired, though Rindou simply laughs at this stating that he wouldn't even care if he got fired if he was a teacher or even arrested, though once again, the chapter ends with Rindou rejecting her advances because she has ten exs.

This one is kind of strange because technically Rindou isn't really a yandere for Nemu, or at least doesn't have interest in having a relationship with her not because of the age difference (which well, manga logic) but rather because of her tendency to jump from guy to guy. We do see him show tendencies for his ex though, given that, like Nemu, he waited in the snow for three hours, was about to propose to her after only three months of dating and would have likely killed (or otherwise hurt himself) if not for Nemu's interference. Generally yanderes don't really jump from person to person, they tend to have one person who they are ride or die for, but this isn't really the case. Currently we don't have all the chapters translated (because I can't read Japanese) but we can assume that as the story goes on he does become more like how he was with his old partner to match with Nemu, given that it's going in the direction of the two being endgame. I think that they match pretty well and I'm a sucker for couples like menhara x yandere or in this case jirai kei x yandere since they often are able to match each other's energy. Meru is really spreading the word here with this kind of thing lol. It will be interesting to see how this series goes since it does have such a unique coupling.

Nemu is go getter from the beginning and I can always appreciate a proactive MC. It is kind of refreshing seeing a lead that is going after the yandere rather than the other way around, since usually the yanderes are the ones who pursue their love interest. I don't really know too much about Jirai Kei other than the general outfits that they wear, but at least from what I can tell they do tend to be very explosive in their emotions while still having a specific type of fashion that they have as well. I'm not really sure if Jirai Keis are types that tend to be more assertive in what they want, but in any case it is fun seeing Nemu's personality and seeing how much she loves the yandere side to Rindou. It does make me wonder if there's maybe too many series we do where there's a happy ending with the yandere and their lover but, that's an issue for another time.

The next chapter seems to be more about Keito and his relationship with Nemu, which I'm sure will somehow give me second male lead syndrome, but I guess we'll see how that goes. In any case, if you are interested in this series, please feel free to check it out. We'll be trying to post on Fridays on Mangadex, so keep an eye out.

[pinkcottonlatte]

ＳＯＯＢＩＮᵳᵢ𝓬 ᵣₑ𝓬ₛ

⦾ Ｓｅｒｉｅｓ

⁃ in between by @crystalsoobin (on going, smau, fake dating trope, university au, romance, crack, swearing)

⁃ here I come by @ijhyo (complete, college au, mystery, thriller, escape room, angst, horror, humour, swearing , injuries, character death, mentions of blood , stabbing, knives)

⁃ Lover = Lo$er by @wildernessuntothemselves (complete, sub!soobin, dom!reader, foodplay, mommy kink, breeding kink)

⁃ such a brat by @bb-eilish (complete, student!soobin, Blowjob, face fucking, kissing, swearing, dirty talk, pet names, Dom!Soobin, Sub!Reader, slight nipple play, creampie, cum eating)

⁃ a taste of something new by @jjunis (complete, smau with written chapters, fluff, angst, fake dating, strangers to friends to lovers, swearing, suggestive parts, mentions of sex)

⁃ best friends by @yeppeudau (on going, high school au, enemies to lovers, fake dating, smau+written, fluff, crack, angst, slow-burn)

⁃ lonely hearts by @beom1e (complete, ot5, mostly Choi line, humour, fluff, angst band! txt, cursing, talk of death/killing, details of kissing, use of magic)

⁃ the naked neighbour by @ah-ga-seven (complete, Smut, Comedy, Fluff, lighthearted Angst)

⦾ Ｏｎｅ ｓｈｏｔｓ

⁃ oblivious by @rosewould (friends to lovers, smut, fluff)

⁃ slut by @rosewould (angst & smut, non-idol au)

⁃ bunny!soobin x fox!reader by @hyewka (sub!soobin on top, softdom!reader, overstim, pet names, titty sucking, size kink, breeding kink, insecure soob + praise kink, established relationship, dry humping, possessive soobin)

⁃ all one shots of @cheolhub

⁃ why’d you only call me when you’re high? by @yvesjun (fluff, angst, college!au, friends to lovers, stoner!au)

⁃ perv!soobin by @wildernessuntothemselves (nipple sucking, humping)

⁃ bunny!hybrid soobin by @wildernessuntothemselves (bunny hybrid!soobin, puma hybrid!reader, dom!reader, sub!soobin)

⁃ glasses by @bb-eilish (dry humping, kissing, curse words, unprotected sex, established relationship, dirty talk, pet names, slight cum eating, dom/sub themes, slight edging)

⁃ jealous!soobin by @bb-eilish (dom!soobin/sub!reader, slapping, face fucking, bj, dirty talk, pet names, degradation, jealousy, fluffy ending)

⁃ rough night with soobin by @gyuubear (dacryphilia, unprotected sex, rough sex, handcuffs, sadism, explicit language, spit kink, dirty talk, choking kink, dom!soobin)

⁃ 11:38 pm by @loveliestfelix (angst)

⁃ somewhere only we know by @loveliestfelix (fluff,angst)

⁃ what the body wants by @koqabear (sci-fi au, Smuggling and many more illegal activities, mentions of food, discrimination against humans, human trafficking, freeze branding, mentions of sex work/ free use workers, brief scene of assault, mentions of needles, drugging, forced/ accidental bond, tentacles, aphrodisiacs, possessiveness)

⁃ my life in your hands by @koqabear (enemies au, smut, mentions of alcohol, guns, death, violence, blood, injuries, pet names)

⁃ all fics of @bugsbinnie

⁃ no peace by @yeonjunsbxtch (exes to lovers, angst, smut, slight fluff, Breakups, heartache, passionate sex, dry humping, kissing, overstimulation, swear words, pet names, alcohol consumption, unprotective sex, mental health, slight restraint, cockwarming)

⁃ alone time by @chyjunnie (smut, masturbation)

⁃ missed your touch by @02chois (exes to lovers, porn with plot, profanity, light size kink, soft dom! soobin, sub! reader, usage of pet names)

⁃ Untitled by @vvaebae (smut)

⁃ Jealous! Soobin by @lovesick-mind (smut)

⁃ Good boy~ by @slumberdreams (porn w/o plot, reader has tits, use of sex toys, kissing, edging, blowjob, grinding, clit stimulation, teasing, cum, breast/milk kink, pet names, mommy kink, praising)

⁃ a normal October night by @beomeli (non idol!soobin, Angst, unrequited love, heartbreak)

⁃ Untitled (baby fever) by @hyukasmiles (NSFW // breeding kink // mating press)

[hollywoodroses]

Hi hi! I’ve loved reading all your fics so far (I binged the GN’R and Dave Mustaine ones)

Could I request a fluffy Izzy/reader fic where the reader is who Izzy went back to Indiana for when he was trying to get sober and the reader is helping him through withdrawals and such

🤍

thank you so much! I love that you enjoyed reading my stories. ❤️ I hope you like this one.

a/n: Izzy and the reader were dating before he went to LA, they kept in touch though his whole career by writing letters to each other

no warnings, just fluffy romance.

home

Lafayette, Indiana - November 1991

The greyhound bus stops at the City Bus Centre in Lafayette. You wait outside as people exit the bus, you are waiting for your boyfriend who recently quit his band, the famous guns n’ roses rock band of the 1980’s heavy metal scene in Los Angeles.

It doesn’t take Izzy long to leave the bus and see you smile. He walks up to you with a duffel bag and his guitar in hand. You can’t help but run though the crowd towards him to give him a hug that you felt was long overdue.

“I missed you baby.” You hear yourself whisper to him.

He smiles at you with tired eyes. You knew of his history with drugs and alcohol. You rushed to take him home with you.

During the drive home, you noticed Izzy get the chills. It didn’t seem too cold outside so it was odd. You stop at a gas station and get a blanket from the trunk of your car to wrap him in it. You got back in your car and rushed home as your worry for him grew.

Once you arrive home, you open the car door for Izzy and he can’t help but fall into your arms with fatigue. You let him lean on your side as you both walk up to the front door of your house. When you walk in, Izzy falls into the couch and lights a cigarette to help keep himself warm [a/n: I don’t smoke but this is what i imagine, that it keeps people warm.]

You walk over to the kitchen and start making Izzy a meal. You also knew how little access he had to food due to his bad habits, which included overspending his money. You make a bowl of chicken noodle soup and a grilled cheese sandwich for him while you settle with a cup of tea.

Izzy says “thank you” as you give him his meal. You drink your tea as the television plays mtv quietly in the middle of the room. surprisingly the latest news of Izzy quitting gnr was playing during a segment of mtv-news. Izzy laughs softly as the reporter questions Axl of why Izzy left the group.

When both you and Izzy are finished eating, you walk him to your bedroom as the effects of his drug detox was getting stronger. He felt feverish, so you watch in sadness as he strips naked in-front of you. You get into bed with him as you slowly fall asleep together.

A few hours pass by and suddenly Izzy jumps out of bed and runs to the bathroom. He lifts up the toilet seat and throws-up his previous meal. You follow fast behind him and rub his back as he lets everything out. You turn on the shower, push him inside and join him. Washing his body of all the cool damp sweat. He relaxes in your arms as you bathe him in cool water.

This goes on for a few weeks until one day in December, Izzy wakes you up with breakfast in bed. He made you chai-spiced pancakes with whipped butter and bourbon style maple syrup with fruit and coffee. You were shocked at how beautiful the plate looked. You had no idea Izzy could cook, you just assumed he ate Taco Bell and McDonald’s when he had money he made from his band.

“I’m so glad you are home.” You softly say to him.

Izzy just smiles and kisses you on your forehead.

You couldn’t contain your excitement as you finally realized Christmas was coming soon. The first Christmas since 1984 that you would spend with the one man that meant the world to you. It would definitely not be the last Christmas together. Unbeknownst to you, Izzy would be planning a surprise of his own. His marriage proposal to you.

the end

[whereserpentswalk]

They say there's a city, somewhere in the US, nobody is allowed to know exactly where, where nobody lives. It could be in any state, some people say it's between Philadelphia and New York along the roads of New Jersey, some people say it's out in the Californian desert in the shadow of Los Angelos, others say it's out in the fields of Illinois south of Chicago. Maybe it's in all of them, maybe there are many, maybe they move.

People have driven through it. They're not allowed to say that they did but some of them do. It looks like a normal city at first, not particularly interesting, very modern in all the worst ways, with an endless sprawl and built up downtown, no way to walk anywhere and no public transportation, it would be a small unremarkable city if not for the emptiness. If you're there during the day there just aren't any people, there at all. If you look closely, you'll notice there aren't any animals or plants either, the lawns are Astroturf, and the trees are plastic, rats and birds and crawling bugs know well to avoid it. Even the cryptids and vampires and flying saucers know to steer clear of it. Only humans lack the instincts to avoid it.

Most who come by it just drive through it, maybe it'll seem off, but most forget it, cities built like that are rather empty anywhere. But if you have to get out it becomes so much worse. You'll step into a gas station, or a store, or fast-food place. And you'll just be faced with nothing. Oh, everything they need to have in there is there, it's perfect, everything is so very clean, and well stocked, it's the perfect model location. But there's nobody there, there's nobody anywhere. You can go anywhere there, from the Starbucks to the 7-11, and it'll be the perfect model that even a ceo would be proud of, like an ad, like a stock photo, everything in it's perfectly regulated place, it's just empty. The only thing everything is missing is people. It's not abandoned, just empty.

Now, fewer have been there at night, so we cannot be sure of this, but there are of course theories. Some say, that when it gets dark, truly dark, when there's no sun at all, under the starless sky of a country filled with light, the residents come out of their homes. They may look human at first, but the smell, the blank eyes, the pale skin, will make it clear they are not. The living dead, in every house there's at least one, and most houses have more, zombie husbands and wives with their 2.5 zombie children. They're not slobbering monsters though, they may be zombies, but they're civilized zombies, and at night they go about their business, copying the human world perfectly.

Undead businessmen will get in their cars and drive to their offices, typing random nonsense on their computers, and going to meaningless meetings, with their zombie bosses yell at them. Zombie housewives will expressionlessly take their children to school, where they'll sit as their zombie teachers babble word salad, something that almost sounds like human speech but has no meaningful words, at them, pretending to teach them something humans would learn. And zombie service workers will happily go to their jobs as cashiers, exchanging money they could never know the amount of, for good and/or services, and in their restaurants making food for customers to look at, and sit with, and pretend to eat, even though they of course cannot it. It's all unconfirmable, but it's at least been officially denied. And of course, for those foolish enough to stay the night there, the town will find itself with new residents.

And some even say the zombie's necromancer is somewhere in the city. Perhaps she's a lich now, having built up the city from a small town of zombies decades ago, now living somewhere at the center of the city, pickled in a glass tank, or siting on a throne of humming wires and tubes all grey and shriveled. Or perhaps she has passed on the torch, and it's now her granddaughter or great granddaughter, watching over the city, making sure it runs perfectly, sitting there in secret with a little black dress and sunglasses and a black hat over her golden hair, somewhere in the endless sprawl, making sure her children are all well behaved and functioning properly. It's normal to wonder why she does this. They say a witch's or warlock's mind is unknowable but it's safe to speculate. Some people think she's building an army, but there are faster ways to do that, ways that don't require an entire city. Some say she makes money off of it somehow, but I know enough about these things to know she can't. Personally, I think she was just trying to create her idea of the perfect city, a place with no social problems, a little lobotomized utopia in the void.

[wenwenbittercake]

Chapter 2: In the lion’s den (Sukuna x reader x Uraume) 🦌🔥🦌🔥🦌🔥🦌

(Sorry for late update and oh boy this one is a lot. I hope you guys enjoy. A little bit of Uraume x reader there so beware 🤭🤭

chapter 1 : The hunter's Prey

Warning: blood, killing, cannibalism, public embarrassment. Also, in this fanfic i use he/him to call Uraume since before his reincarnation he was male. If it is an issue please tell me. Art by : woshihedawei on twt )

“My lord, I greet you well from your ga-“  words of the followers were cut short from the sight.

There, on lord Sukuna’s right shoulder is a woman, no a doe? Her lower half is of a doe’s and her upper body is of a woman. Her face was concealed by her long black hair. Sukuna holds her like a sack of grains with little to no care. He grins in triumph as he held the woman on his shoulder. On of his large arm, holds her by his waist so she wouldn’t slip off. A part of him wonders if she’s dead. Her body weight almost feels as if she’s dead however, occasional muscle spasms of the doe woman assure him that she’s much alive but unconscious. As he walks into the mansion, passing by cult followers, they all awe at the sight, most of the servants stopping on their tracks to do so. Sukuna scoffs at their reaction. As if their lord isn’t a 4 eyed beast with a mouth on his stomach. Not to mention the extra limbs he possesses. He walks through maze like wooden corridors of the mansion. His looming shadow stretched across the wooden paper sliding doors, shifting and bending with each step along the corridor. Making his way to the person he wants to meet the most.

  Uraume as usual, preparing recipes with the help of ten other servants in the kitchen area of the mansion for Sukuna when he brought in his recent prey. Without even turning around, his ears picked up on the familiar sound of heavy footsteps on wood and-

“URAUMEEEE”

Uraume, with a sigh, stop their task in hand. Turning their attention to Sukuna with his head low.

“It seems my lord had a splendid hunt from your tone my lo-“ “THUD” Uraume eyes widen to the object that dropped on to the butcher block.

Everyone in the kitchen stop what they’re doing, turning their attention to the matter that drop on to the butcher block. Just a breath away from gasp. Uraume stop them with a stern glare, making every servant in the kitchen scurry out. Only after the last servant leave and the sound of the sliding door shutting is heard, Uraume grope the skin of it, examining it like a slab of meat. After all, in Uraume’s eyes, man or animal, both are just a slab of meat for them.

“My lord, would you prefer grilled deer meat or human sashimi for your feast?”

Sukuna’s roaring laugh filled the kitchen, threatening to shake the very roof of the kitchen down as he grabs his jaw and stomach to control his laughs.

“You are a great jest Uraume, truly. However, this doe is not for eating.” With an odd gentleness, Sukuna carefully tucks the inky strands of hair that covers Y/N’s face with his fingernails, making sure his sharp nails don’t graze on her pale milky skin.  Revealing her unconscious beauty. Even with doe like features on her facial features, her beauty still radiates from wild grace and human elegance. “Take her to the courtesans' quarters. See that she is made presentable. I wish to see her dance at tonight’s feast.” Sukuna claw like fingers, drift from playing with Y/N’s soft doe ears to her soft cheeks, squeezing them, making her unconscious self-pout. This causes the forever tormenting, lord Sukuna to slip an amused smile. Oh how easy it is for you to amuse him.

  “Splash!” Y/N gasp awake to the sudden feeling of cold water being splash over her head. Making her gasp for air and cough on water. She hurriedly pushes her hair out of her face to assist the surroundings. You are in a pool of water. No, you are in a tub. A wooden one and the water is cold. You hug your knees in your chest, almost in a defensive effort. The action causes you to let out a pained whimper, realizing the blood that is oozing out of your wound making the once clear water, slightly red.

“Don’t strain yourself.” A cold voice appears behind you, making you sit upright in alarm. The man emerges from behind you.

He walks to the end of the tub with a bucket in hand which he drops it to the corner of the room. You take in your surround to realize you are in a dimly lit, four walled room. The walls made of sliding bamboo paper door, and you can make out the sounds of shifting feet right outside the doors. The man seems to notice your attention as he mutters,

“Ignore them, their miniscule brains cannot comprehend your existence.” His words cold and unempathetic. Almost in a condescending tone.

You realize not only his words are cold when his pale hand reach into the water, pulling out the leg that is injured out of the water in a rough manner, causing you to let out a yelp. You try to straggle out of his icy fingers, but his fingers tighten on your ankle the more you struggle.

“Halt! I wish to not repeat my words.” His tone sharp and clear, making you stop on your tracks.

You can only shiver as your body is awkwardly out of the water with his freezing grip tight around your ankle. You can see the man fiddle out something from his pouch around his waist. He retrieves a needle out with a thread connecting it. You almost pull away but the man just gives you a sharp glare, making you stop from you notion.

“Hold still, your wound needs to be closed.” With that the man carefully starts to stitch your open wound on your thigh.

  You grip on the edge of the wooden tub from the pain and to hold yourself steady from being in an awkward position in the tub. Thankfully, the man has no sadistic tendencies as he treats your wound as fast as possible with more care than you would ever put to yourself. You feel conflicted by his hash treatment earlier, opposing the tenderness he has shown when he treats your wound. He gently places your leg back in the water after he’s done with sewing your wound. He wordless baths you with a washcloth. Not a single emotion exposed from the man as you watch curiously at him washing your body. As he scrubs your arms, you can’t help but noticed how masculine and feminine he looks. His white hair and lashes somewhat resemble snow. Soft snow you use to roll around on the forest clearing with your friends. You can remember how soft and cold it felt, you can almost feel it.

Uraume flinch at the feeling of the woman’s soft fingers threading through his air. It was so light, but he felt it. He flinches; a shade of vulnerability crosses his face. His eyes wide, mirroring of the woman’s.

“Please refrain from touching me.”

You kept your head low as the man now you know as Uraume instructed you to. The heavy material of the kimono stuck to your fur and the length of it tangles with your hooves. It hot and uncomfortable, making you internally groan in frustration. Your hooves clatter as you walk down the dark wooden corridor lead by Uraume. The corridors only lit faintly by the yellow candles lights illuminating from the rooms on the other side of the paper sliding doors. You can hear the distance booming laughter of men and instruments playing. The music and the laughter all mix in a concoction of chaos. The closer you get to the source of the noises, the harder it gets for you to breathe, the tighter the kimono starts to get. Your labored breath starts to quicken. Beads of sweat starts to form on your peach fuzz temple as you stand in front of the door, where you assume lord Sukuna would be. The lord Uraume said you must entertain. Wait why must you entertain him?

“Do as he command you to. Don’t question, don’t resist if you value your life.” The thought left you when you feel the cold touch of Uraume’s hand over your shoulder.

A part of him feels bad for this woman, seeing how she’s already trembling even before seeing his lord. However, the twisted part of him want to see if he can make her tremble more. His icy fingers drift from the tight hold of her shoulder to slowly drifting down to feel the smooth texture of her kimono sleeves with just the tip of his fingers. Not feeling her skin until just for a brief moment. Just for a few seconds. Uraume holds the back of your heated hand in a feather light touch.

So brief that you thought you imagine it. Before you could think more of the matter. Uraume sharply make his presence known.

“My lord…The doe has arrived.”

The voices and the music inside silence as if they never existed.

“Come in.” The familiar voice make you froze in your place. Your eyes widen. You’ve heard of this voice before. Before you can question more, the sliding doors open and your horrors greet you.

Sukuna’s eyes lighten with delight at the sight of his doe. Her beautiful fur hidden under all those fabrics, much to his disappointment. However, soft patches of fur peeks out of her nape and the doe like features of on her facial features are enough to please Sukuna for now.

“Come my dear, do not be afraid.” Sukuna said with a knowing grin.

Y/N hasn’t registered the jest which edge the sadistic part of Sukuna further. The room full of follower’s eyes follow to lord Sukuna before traveling to Y/N’s face before back to Sukuna. Only when he slips a smirk does everyone in the room start to laugh maniacally to the point where it looks like an act. Y/N grimace at the sight. She doesn’t dare to step into what looks to be a big hall, lit with bright candle lights and suffocating incense, but in actuality, a lion’s den that she might not be able to crawl out of. Y/N took a step back, wanting to run back down to hall and jump out any window she could find but her efforts were stopped by Uraume’s firm hand against her back pushing her in. She looks back to him with betrayed eyes only for Uraume to slide the door shut on her face.

“Feast your eyes upon my finest prize as of late. She may wear the skin of a woman, but beneath all that cloth, she is naught but a deer. Tell me, do you find it so hard to believe?" Sukuna’s deep voice crackle the air into silence. The followers stop their laughter in an instant like puppets on a string.

"My lord, how could such a thing be? Do you mean to test our wit with this riddle?" “Oh you will see, such thing could be possible.” Sukuna’s eyes darken with malicious intent. He grins from these lips and from the mouth of his stomach, exposing those familiar beastly sharp teeth. All Y/N could do is shiver in her sport, not daring to move an inch. "Come forth, stand before me. Let me take in the whole of you." Sukuna’s eyes follow as you move forward.

Your hooves clatter on the tatami mats as you step forward into the middle of the room. You gaze on the floor, not daring to look up.  How room feels almost hotter now. The hot candles and the obnoxious smell of incense intensify as you approach lord Sukuna. It’s making you lightheaded. You did lose a lot of blood earlier, making you weaker than you actually are, and all of this is making you feel like you are trapped in hell fire of sorts.

“Strip”

The word snaps you out of your daze notions. You look confuse, almost not understanding why you must take off these fabrics when Uraume had carefully put on me with great efforts.

"Remove your kimono. I would have our guest witness the deer that lies beneath your guise."

At that moment, you don’t feel uncomfortable. The shame of nudity is something unfamiliar to you. You live in the wild with nothing. So, as every living creature you’ve met. So, when you slip off the kimono, you felt nothing of shame just fear from not knowing what is going on. Finally, when all the confining fabrics of the kimono drop to the floor. You almost felt free as the cool air touched your bare skin. Freedom that’s short lived as soon as the eyes of the followers’ stare at you. Their inappropriate eyes stare at you like an object, not a living being that can feel their stares. Only then, you experience the shame of nudity for the first time. The discomfort starts to seep into your skin.  Your arms cradle your chest, your hands gripping your shoulders tight to bring in some comfort. Your legs threaten to buckle and fall. Your eyes widen in confusion and fear at this foreign feeling.

"Gaze upon her, isn’t she exotic?" Sukuna could barely contain his excitement as he watches his doe squirm on her hooves. She’s trembling and he can see it, yet he makes no attempt to consol her. “Your grace, you have done exceedingly well in your hunt. Truly, you possess an unmatched eye for discovering treasures even in the most untamed of places." One of the follows said in awe. Sukuna just scoffs. He rather not hears the praise of his cult following right now. Now his interest is held to this poor doe. "Come now, I know creatures like you are fond of jumping around, aren’t you? Go on, hop.” Sukuna purposely lowers his tone as if to tease a child but in the context of the situation. It only sound of ridicule over Y/N.

 Y/N through teary eyes, not knowing what is going on, she does as what Uraume told her to do. Listen to lord Sukuna if she wants to live. She hops. A small leap to her side. When her hooves land on the mat. Sukuna starts to laugh in triumph.

“More, go on, hop around more.” Sukuna rumbles out through his cackling laugh. Every follower around him starts to laugh along with him. Making a fool out of y/n.

Tears start to fall down your cheek. You don’t know what’s going on nor know why they are making you do this. All of this is strange, odd and unnaturally cruel. With shaky legs, you hop, with every hop, more laughter from the crowd comes out, the louder Sukuna gets.

“Go on, hop like a little fool you are.” The last jib causes you to fall on the tatami mat with a thud. You last hop makes your legs unable to hold yourself up under the sheer pressure of embarrassment and shame.

You huddle on the floor, holding you knee and you face in your lap, closing your eyes, you wish to disappear. This is not real. This is not real. I am not here I am not here I don’t exist This is not real A glimpse of concern morphs onto Sukuna’s face when his doe falls. He slights get up from his lean back sitting position. Something that the followers fail to notice since they are too entrance in the doe.

“Lord her fur, can we touch it?” “Yes lord can we?”

The followers are not even looking at Sukuna when making such request as they are too entrance in the doe. Sukuna face morph into disgust at the sight of perversions shown on the followers’ behaviour. Some of them even started to crawl closer to his doe from where they sat on the floor. Sukuna felt immense disgust at the sight. Roaches…Disgusting roaches that he could squash in less than a second.

“I hereby forbid any human in the 100-meter radius from moving until say the word now.”

Y/N eyes finally open when she heard those words. First, she realizes the silence, that unnatural silence. Did those men leave? She timidly looks up, slowly from her position. The sight causes her to let out a gasp. There, in front her, men just a few inches from her, in a position of trying to reach to her. However something is freezing them in place, she doesn’t know what but it’s unnatural. Their face quivering in fear, eyes wide open. Her gaze quickly shifts to Sukuna when he got up from where he sat. He stretches and yawn, his muscles rippling, seen from how he wears only one sleeve of the kimono and the other arm off, showing off his two powerful right arms and the slit along his stomach. Markings tatters his expose body with ink. He strides towards her, much to her horror, he steps on to the frozen followers of his, crushing them under his feet, literally. Blood splatters across the floor with every steps. It oozes along the tatami mat until it reaches your fingers that you planted on the mat. It stains your pale soft hands that never do no harm. With Sukuna’s final steps, the splatter of blood reaches your face. You felt the warm liquid on your cheek and jaw, but you don’t dare to look down. Your eyes strain on lord Sukuna’s face. Much to his delight. He gets down on one knee, to see you eye to eye.  His piercing gaze meet your eye before it travels down to your lips. His calloused thumb reaches up, swiping the droplets of blood that landed on your lips, causing a rouge smear along your lower lips.

Sukuna smirk at that sight, oh how he wishes to paint you red in that moment. Instead, he holds a firm grip on your jaw with his thick hand. He leans real close to you, enough that you could feel his warm breath against your face and his 4 eyes staring down at you. Your lips just mere inches from his. Then...

“Now”

(Thank you for your support from my Chapter 1 post. It really means a lot to me. Thank you everyone.  Again, I apologize for any grammatical error as English isn’t my first language. If you are confused why I use ‘you’ and ‘she/her’ to acknowledge reader sometimes is because when I use ‘you’, it is meant to be personal and to show the perspective of reader however when I use ‘she/her’ this is to show reader in the perspective of others. That’s all I hope you guys enjoyed and stay tune for the next ones) @paradisestarfishh

[tokyo-terror]

GENERAL RELATIONSHIP HCS P.2 !

characters: los vaqueros + könig & horangi

alejandro vargas:

☆ very passionate about everything he does, which can make him come off as very aggressive. that being said he's a softie !!! 🙏 almost instantly when first talking to you he starts using the car scene voice when talking to you

☆ religiously tries to fold every piece of clothing in the military style, and gets upset when folding new things that won't fold properly. very strict about color mixing, so he just ends up taking any chore that has to do with laundry when he gets back from deployments

☆ takes any chance to talk about how proud he is of los vaqueros, and wants you to meet rudy when the relationship starts getting serious. has rudy drive you places when he cant, you end up paying for gas because you feel bad.

☆ big soccer fan (rudy caused this), piles soccer memorabilia onto shelves and cabinets. spends quite a bit of his time rearranging it with you, asking for opinions on if he should arrange it by years, rarity, etc. gets you jerseys :) (will not be pleased if you don't like the same soccer team as him)

rodolfo parra:

☆ definition of designated driver, nice clean car with constant familiar air fresheners that he routinely changes out. kicks alejandro out of shotgun every time he sees you, has pillows and blankets in the back for everytime you want to take a nap during a long drive

☆ certified wine drinker, has a soft spot for The White Mom (franzia sunset blush ‼️). occasionally allows himself more expensive wine if he's going out with you, will limit and pace himself throughout the night though so you can enjoy yourself

☆ not a spoon user, if he's able to grab it with a tortilla then he's doing it. accidentally burns many of them though because he leaves them on the stove too long while trying to watch you cook, he cannot cook all that well

☆ sprawler 100%, sleeps like a starfish and expects you to also sleep like a starfish or get off the bed (/hj </3). he accidentally kicked you off the bed once and wouldn't stop apologizing until a week later you elbowed him in the face while asleep, you guys keep count of the sleep fights you have (he lets you say you win)

könig:

☆ big boy, big heart 🫶 he's constantly worrying about if he's too much to handle with his anxiety. though he doesn't show it, he finds himself getting unnerved when at home without any distraction from it. ends up picking up many little hobbies with you to keep himself from spiraling

☆ uses his height to put things on the top shelves so you ask for help, denies it vehemently even though he despises certain things only you eat. only to find it on the very top cabinet, laughs when you attempt to get it before asking him

☆ long scalding showers, if his skin isn't bright red by the time he's done then he didn't shower properly (by his standards). runs naturally colder than most so he enjoys the warmth of the shower and the steam afterward. likes having you wash his hair even though it's impractical to bend himself in half for it, the hot water and fingers in his hair is bliss

☆ regularly gets prescribed muscle relaxers when he's on leave because he has muscle spasms, he usually waits till the very last second when the spasms turn from slightly painful to not being able to walk. self-medicates by you massaging the areas until they relax, complains that the medicine doesn't work as well as you do after.

kim "horangi" hong-jin:

☆ old habits die hard. he's the biggest spender out of all the boys, he's always coming home with new stuff outside of the grocery list when he convinces you to let him shop. only difference is that he can pay it now, and he finally has somebody to show the things he buys.

☆ finds anything tiger related very amusing, he ends up drawing little tigers on all loose papers. little comics of tigers with different patterns and masks are very common to find, and he will lightheartedly not be happy if you question who the tigers with little heart tails are supposed to be

☆ bad habit of leaving lights on when he leaves rooms, he always has to double check before you guys go out to see if he turned off all the lights. if he didn't then he always grabs a water bottle for you, if he remembered to turn them off then he walks back to the car patting himself on the back

☆ prefers handholding over kissing in the beginning, as he's scared that his scars will deter you away from him. as time goes on he becomes very affectionate with kissing your head or hands, though he tries to deny ever doing anything

[max1461]

In reference to this.

Ok, here's the breakdown. Languages will be color coded as follows: English, Spanish, Japanese, Sanskrit, Latin. The rule is: every phrase must be formed by a structurally valid syntactic rule in some language. So, for instance, English transitive VPs have the shape V NP. This means I can pick an English V and a valid NP from any language and mix them together, and that will be valid (in this game). I could say "I eat el burrito", because "el burrito" is a valid Spanish NP, and "eat" is an English verb. Etc. Mix and match languages, but always keep the tree coherent!

Anyway:

boku wa es posible hablar en nihongo to supeingo no kongou. konna kongou de los idiomas sukoshi difícil da kedo omoshiroi ne

"For me it's possible to speak in a mixture of Spanish and Japanese. This mixture of languages is a little bit difficult, but it's entertaining isn't it?"

probablemente riyuu wa (boku ni totte) japones y supeingo no fonología es muy similar, soshite kongou suru no ga natural...

"Probably the reason is that (to me) Japanese and Spanish phonology is very similar, so mixing them is natural..."

saṃskṛtam mo iretai kedo mi capacidad saṃskṛtasya tarinai ndarou

"I would like to add Sanskrit too, but my ability in Sanskrit isn't sufficient I don't think"

Estne Nīlus in Iaponia? Nīlus in Iaponia ja nai. Nīlus afurika ni aru.

"Is the Nile in Japan? The Nile is not in Japan. The Nile is in Africa."

(This is a reference to Lingua Latina by Hans Ørberg, and also probably the most complicated thing I can actually say in Latin)

@hacvek says: marius et ludovicus in iaponia sunt desu

"Mario and Luigi are are [sic] in Japan."

I say:

sore nōn tadashii! kono gēmu no rūru wa, todos los phrases must be produced aru gengo no valid syntactic rule wo tsukatte! "marius et ludovicus in iaponia sunt" VP (o TP?) est! nihongo ni wa [CP -> VP desu] grammatical ja nai yo! es shinpuru!

"marius et ludovicus iaponia ni iru" toka no hou ga bueno.

"That's not right! The rule of this game is that all the phrases must be produced using a valid syntactic rule from some language. 'Marius et ludovicus in iaponia sunt' is a VP (or TP?). In Japanese, [CP -> VP desu] is not grammatical! It's simple!

'Marius et ludovicus iaponia ni iru' or something would be better."

morphology de 'sobur omoshiravir darou... maryaśca lvigyō nihoni...

"It would be interesting play [sic] with morphology too... Mario and Luigi are in Japan..."

Here I'm trying, (and maybe succeeding?) to apply Sanskrit nominal morphology and sandhi rules to Japanese. Like, "omoshiroi" is an adjective, so it gets a Sanskrit case ending (in this case the nominative -ḥ). But then sandhi applies, and that -ḥ becomes -r due to the following voiced consonant, plus the sequence /oi/ becomes [avi]. Mutatis mutandis for the rest of these.

@fieldsplitting says: mundus super marii mittsu no bubun ni omnia divisimasu: marius to ludovicusque bufo

"The world of Mario divides a whole [sic] in three parts: Mario and Luigi and Toad."

I say: mahat sugaviḥ

"Greatly amazing"

(attempted Sanskritification of "meccha sugoi")

Second-to-last one ni mondai ga aru; "morphology de 'sobutum omoshiravir darou" sería correcto ndarou.

"There is a problem in the second-to-last one; 'morphology de 'sobutum omoshiravir darou' would be correct I think."

(I messed up the Sanskrit part the first time)

Anyway, there are almost certainly errors in this that I didn't catch. First because I'm not very good and Sanskrit and really not very good at Latin, and second because this is just kind of hard to do in general. But like I said, it is fun! Anyway, feel free to point out any errors if you see them.

[silvermaplealder]

Follow the Leader: Chapter 1

I wrote this because I love body-switching trope stories and I decided to share this one.

Story Summary: David switches bodies with a stranger, Michael Emerson, after a motorcycle accident. Michael has to take on the role of a vampire gang leader while David has to adapt to a domestic human life until they can figure out how to change back.

Chapter Summary: David has to deal with the stresses of being the lead vampire of his pack. There is more to making life run smoothly as a vampire besides existing and looking cool

Word Count: 3165

David stood just outside the cave, taking a drag of his cigarette. His eyes scanned the horizon, watching the last rays of the sun disappear beyond the water. Food, he thought to himself. Fuck, we need gas… he adjusted his gaze to his hands as he mentally listed off the chores for today. Eating, refueling, mending part of his jacket. The list went on and on. 

The thing about being the leader of his crew was having to keep track of everything happening. His boys were demanding when it came to lifestyles. He had to keep track of getting fuel and repairs for the bikes. He had to keep up with all of their little hobbies. Buying the cigarettes for himself, the weed that they shared, the alcohol, the art supplies for Marko, the list never ended. 

Being a vampire came with a lot of responsibilities.

He finished his cigarette and headed back into the cave. The other three boys were finally awake. When the bleach blonde arrived, the boys sat up and gave him their attention. “Breakfast?” Marko asked immediately. 

“Yes. There were a couple of those assholes from the other day-” David began. 

“Dewy and Martin, right?” Paul cut in quickly. 

David inclined his head. “Yes. I expect we’ll find them on the boardwalk. They’re our target tonight.” 

“What about that chick Donna?” Marko asked. 

David shook his head. “No, not yet. Later this week.” 

“But what if I’m still hungry?” the youngest whined. 

The leader sighed softly, looking over the curly haired vampire. He hated having to ration food. It wasn’t fair. “We can grab a snack on the boardwalk later,” David promised. “Let’s head out.” 

The crew followed David obediently to the bikes. The vampires mounted the motorcycles and headed to town. 

How’d the stalking go last night? David telepathically asked Dwayne over the sounds of their engines. 

Just fine. Dewy and Martin should be heading to the arcade tonight if nothing’s changed, Dwayne responded. 

Good. Let’s hope they’re there. David led the pack straight into town towards the main parking lot of the boardwalk. 

We could go after Donna as a plan B, Dwayne responded as they rolled up to park their bikes. It’s Tuesday and last I checked she had a spinning class that ends at nine.  

David sat back on his bike as he cut the engine. He fished a pocket watch out of his coat to check the time. Then we don’t have much time. Those brats better be at the arcade. David was quick to lead the way onto the boardwalk. He couldn’t risk missing out on the potential meals. Grabbing someone random was always a huge risk. 

The pack of vampires stalked down the boardwalk. David kept his eyes ahead of him, never faltering from the entrance to the arcade. He brought the rest of the pack up behind him as he slipped into the largest arcade on the boardwalk. Fan out, let’s find them, he demanded. 

The vampires scattered quickly. David’s eyes were as sharp as a hawk’s. He scanned the tourists, searching for the two late teens who had harassed Paul almost three weeks ago. The teens were quickly added to their menu, but David didn’t want to snatch them right away. They were young and foolish. Someone would be looking for them if they didn’t come home. But he waited and watched. Last week, Dewy got kicked out of his family’s house for attacking his younger sister. Martin was housing him at his folk’s house, but Martin’s family was away in Los Angeles this week. Two boys, all alone. No one would know they’re gone for days. 

The bleach blonde carefully admired the people he passed. He felt compelled to start stalking them. Tourists were so curious to him. He loved following them and figuring out their lives. He’d watch them from the windows of the hotels. He’d follow them on the rooftops across town. He’d listen in on their conversations and find out who they were and what they did. There were plenty of perfect meals wandering the boardwalk. He just had to find the right one and strike when the time was right. 

Found them! Paul’s voice cut through the leader’s skull. 

David sensed his companion and snaked through the crowd. The four vampires surrounded the teens without their knowledge. David’s eyes scouted through the crowd. The arcade was busy this evening. He could start a scene and provoke the teens into a fight. But then security would be called and tourists would remember their faces. Loss of good prey. 

Marko, Dwayne, wait outside by the river. Paul and I will lure them there. Dwayne and Marko were quick to follow his orders. David liked to keep Marko out of potentially heated encounters since the young vampire had a temper. 

The bleach blonde approached the teens. “Well,” he stated, alerting them to his presence. “Dooby, right?” His tone was drenched in mockery. 

The hot headed Dewy whirled around on David. It took him a moment to recognize the older boy and his companion that he saw a few weeks back. “Oh, it’s you,” Dewy remarked. The teen looked David over before giving a sneer. “Couldn’t find anything else besides your grandmother’s dress to wear today?”  

David gave a small mockery laugh. “It’s called having class, kid. Something you’ll never have.” The vampire looked the brat’s outfit over. He lashed out a hand and snatched the boy’s chain around his neck. He yanked it off harshly, resulting in hatred flashing across the kid’s face. “Only dogs wear chains,” David teased. 

“Oh you’re on pal,” the boy hissed. 

David turned on his heel and shoved through the arcade. Get to the edge of the boardwalk, and quickly, David instructed. 

Paul nodded and quickly disappeared among the crowd. 

The boys weren’t interested in his taller companion. Dewy and Martin stayed on David’s heels as the vampire brought the two straight out of the arcade building. He paused just enough to rile up Dewy enough to lunge for him. David sidestepped the teen and then ran towards the river. 

Paul stalked just out of sight. He followed the chase past the roller coaster and down towards the river. Dwayne and Marko stood their ground in the darkness, waiting for the ambush.  

David brought the teens towards the river bank and paused. He looked over to Paul who came behind the boys. “You want this piece of junk so bad?” David taunted. He tossed it over their heads to Paul. “Then come get it.” 

Dewy shoved the bleach blonde backwards. David took a short stumble back and scanned the surroundings. The boys turned to Paul who stood his ground with the necklace held over his head. 

No watchful eyes. The coast was clear. Go. Feast.  

Marko and Dwayne were quick to swoop in from the shadows. Paul threw the chain to the ground before latching onto one of the teens. 

The three vampires tore the boys apart before they could make a sound. David kept a few steps back to watch his pack feed. The scent of blood forced his fangs to slide out. His stomach cramped in hunger, but he kept his distance. Marko pulled at one of the boys, trying to get more than his fair fill. Dwayne and Paul shared a glance but they tugged the second boy closer to them. 

David turned away from the carnage to get away from the blood. When the boys were finished they washed up in the river. Marko splashed Paul with some of the water, causing the two of them to start wrestling playfully. 

“Aren’t you going to eat?” Dwayne whispered to David softly. 

David glanced over to the playing blondes. He exhaled. “I’ll grab a snack later. You’ve seen how Marko gets when he’s still hungry. I can handle my hunger.” 

“That’s fair,” Dwayne commented. 

David let the dark haired vampire break the two fighting blondes apart while he turned his attention to the bodies. He scooped them up easily and admired the work that his boys did. Teeth and claw marks all over their bodies. David grabbed at Dewy’s arm with his teeth trying to get a taste of his blood. There wasn’t much left, but he managed to get a couple swallows in. He took to the sky and dumped the bodies into the ocean. 

He rejoined the other vampires on the boardwalk. The three of them anxiously waited for their leader to return. The second he did, Paul headbutted the bleach blonde playfully. David grunted and Marko gave the taller vampire a smack. The two of them started nudging each other until David clicked his tongue for them to cut it out. 

“David, can we go back to the arcade?” Marko begged. 

“Got no money for arcade tonight, boys,” he replied. “Why don't you and Paul put those quick fingers to work and snatch some cash, hm? Bring me back a pack of cigs.” The blonde vampires playfully saluted their leader before charging off into the sea of people. “How's Veronica?” He asked to his last companion. 

Dwayne shrugged. “Haven't seen her in a week or so. Not since Tony showed up not long ago.” 

“Put them on the menu for tomorrow,” David ordered. “Get an idea for where they'll be.” 

Dwayne nodded. “You want to come with?” He offered. 

David pulled out a cigarette and lit it carefully. “I wish, but I have to meet with Max. We'll all catch up at the bikes later. We'll need to fuel up and then we can get back to the nest. Hopefully the blonde terrors can get a good stash tonight. We could use the money.” 

Dwayne gently put his hand on David's shoulder. David leaned into the touch to show his appreciation. “I'll bring you home something to eat,” he promised. David gave him a warm smile. He trusted Dwayne picking something safe for him. Dwayne was always his rock. The man could steady David through any storm. “Got my eye on this kid down by the docks. No family. No friends. Real loner.” 

“You're quite the hunter,” David praised. “Tell you what. Let me finish up with Max and then I'll meet you by the docks. We can grab the kid and then stalk Veronica.” 

David made quick work of his chores knowing that he'd get something to eat when he was finished. As Max's oldest boy, David took the role of being second in command. He met with Max regularly to discuss the town and what plans they had for it. Max wanted to expand his reach into the local government whereas David wanted more freedom. Max didn't mind what the boys did, as long as it kept the city on their toes, but didn't have the locals with torches and pitchforks searching for them. Max liked the uneasiness of the town. He could use fear to control the local population. And since David and his crew were the root of the fear that drove this town wild, Max had more control than anyone realized. 

After their meeting, David returned to the docks to meet Dwayne. The poor man's boat dock, as the boys took to calling the smaller one, had fishing boats and was the main launch for canoes, kayaks, and other small boats. For the rich who had nice luxury boats, they were stored on a separate dock with security cameras and a regular patrolling guard. 

But on this dock, a young boy sat at the edge of the dock. David had seen him before but sorted him into a “starvation” category on his menu. The boy was barely in his early teens, but clearly running on his own. Scars coated his visible skin showing signs of abuse over many years. 

The boys didn't typically eat kids. Kids didn't have nearly as much blood as their adult counterparts. They weren't as filling and oftentimes would only result in angry parents. Of course during the off season all humans were game, size and age no longer mattered. But when the summer was full swing and thousands of new meat hit the streets each night, there was no need to feed on the young. 

But tonight David's hunger was gnawing at him hard. The kid had no one to go home to. No one to love him. The vampire saw it more as a mercy killing. 

Dwayne watched as his leader swooped down onto the child and quickly ended him. There was no fight. David knew when it was appropriate to play with his food and when he just had to go for the kill. When he was finished, the two vampires returned to their bikes to refuel and regroup with Paul and Marko. 

David and Dwayne sat on their bikes in the parking lot as the blondes came barrelling from the boardwalk. David held his hand out as Marko dropped a pack of cigarettes in it. It wasn't a brand that he preferred, but it didn't matter when it was given to him. He examined the pack seeing that they must have lifted it from someone's pocket. “Good work boys,” he praised, resulting in a happy noise from the smallest. 

“Got two hundred dollars today, David!” Paul bounced over to his bike excitedly. 

David gave him a warm smile. “That's very good. Why don't you two grab some gas on the way back and meet Dwayne and I at the nest later? We're stalking tonight.” 

“Can we come?” Marko pleaded. He gave David his big, puppy dog eyes. 

David propped his wrists up on his handlebars. He liked having the younger two learn hunting skills, but they tended to get in the way. “If you want to do some stalking, why don't you two check out that motel on Edmund? Watch the residents and see if you can get a running list of who's there and who'd make a good meal.” 

“Got it!” Paul cheered. 

“Remember, it has to be low profile. Figure out their check out date so we can figure out when to grab them.” David started up his engine. “No snacking.” 

The blondes, given their new orders, excitedly got onto their bikes and headed off to complete them. The motel on Edmund was a good mark for fresh blood, but it wasn't in the best shape so the place was never fully booked. Even with it's low prices, people liked to avoid it. It was a common motel to hide from one's spouse while hooking up, or a cheap place for drunken men to bring women they met at the bar. But every once and a while, a good meal would stay for a few days.  

David pulled out of the parking lot with Dwayne at his side. They had to make sure dinner was still on for tomorrow. 

Veronica lived outside of town. Dwayne had met her several times on the boardwalk. She was young and excited to get his attention. But it turned out she had a fiance. While Dwayne was looking for an easy mark, it got easier knowing that the fiance returned and was pissed at the situation. Tensions aside, the two lived together in a small home with next to no neighbors. Tony was her high school sweetheart, but she started to see other men on the side while Tony would go on “business trips”. 

Tonight, neither were home. David and Dwayne parked their bikes down the street and flew to the house. David picked the back door open and they started pawing through the place. David only cared about finding a schedule or calendar that would have their plans safely jotted down. And it didn't take him long to find one. He found a small notebook at the kitchen table. “They're having dinner with some friends tonight,” he commented. “Must be out late.” He flipped through the handheld planner. 

Dwayne stalked around the house. “Washer and dryer here,” he commented. 

“Great, it's about time we did laundry,” David grumbled. He hated domestic duties, but when you're a stinky vampire you have to maintain a healthy relationship with hygiene to keep living alongside humans. “They've got no plans for tomorrow. We can swing by after dark.” 

“Sounds good.” Dwayne continued to go through the house, examining all the knickknacks that he considered taking.

David left the planner on the table as he found it. “Let's go back.” He waited for Dwayne at the back door. 

It took the brunette vampire an extra minute before he returned to his leader. In his hand was a little trinket. “What's this?” He asked, passing it to David. 

The bleach blonde took the spherical trinket from him and examined it. “No idea.” He couldn't read the engraved words on the little bell-like thing. David played with it in between his fingers before sliding it into his pocket. 

The two vampires turned back to their bikes and began to head home. They took the winding back roads at a speed no human should. The two teased each other with a little race. 

Nothing got them more competitive than a race. 

David swerved onto a side road, cranking up his speed to try and cut off Dwayne up ahead. Adrenaline raced through his body as the boys couldn't see each other and tell who was winning. David didn't want to lose. He was the leader and he had to prove his mettle. 

He popped back up onto the main road. Dwayne wasn't ahead of him, though he could hear the engine of the other bike. He turned his head over his shoulder, barely seeing the headlight of his companion through the winding trees. 

He looked behind him for a fraction of a second too long. He snapped his attention back in front of him when movement caught his eye. 

Movement from an SUV. 

The vampire was blinded by the headlights of the vehicle. His vampire eyes were too sensitive to such lights in the darkness. His entire world went bright white. He was so overwhelmed with the race that he hadn't heard the sound of the car coming towards him. He tried to close his eyes and use his other senses, but it was too late. 

He instinctively swerved, but the SUV collided with his back tire. The vampire was thrown from his bike, crashing down onto the asphalt. For any human it would have been severed limbs and instant death. 

David couldn't feel anything, but he knew he wasn't dead. He wanted to open his eyes and get up, but he couldn't feel where his arms were. He knew for certain he hit his head and that his senses were gone for a duration of time. The only thing he could do was lay there and wait. There was no pain though. Maybe it was shock but he knew that consciousness was slipping away and fast. 

[steddieunderdogfics]

for challenge monday 'fics with playlist' i'd like to rec three incredible fics

'Tooth and Nail' by ParadimeShifts

'Take the Money and Run' by thisapplepielife

and 'I wore his jacket for the longest time' by Legitcookie & sidekick_hero

Tooth and Nail by ParadimeShifts

Listen to the official playlist here!

@paradimeshifts7

Rating: Explicit

113,060 words, 7/7 chapters

Archive Warning: Creator chose not to use

Tags: Band Fic, Mentions of Suicide and Suicidal Ideation, Drug Use, Background Drumcheer, Background Byler, Slow Burn, i can’t help it - it’s all I know, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, The comfort will come TRUST ME, Rockstar Eddie Munson, Musician Steve Harrington, I’ll have the Robin and Steve codependency special please, Smut, Rough Sex, Eddie/Gareth but it’s so fucked up and sad, Happy ending guaranteed I PROMISE, But they’re going to be awful to each other for a while, The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known, Please read the tags my sweets — I’ll update them, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Face Slapping, Addiction, Angst with a Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, Light BDSM, Dacryphilia, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex

Summary:

Eddie told himself that he was done, because he wouldn’t survive another heartbreak at that boy’s hands. But he really, really needs someone to open for them on tour. Steve Harrington had waltzed into his life, sucked him in like a siren and fucking eviscerated him with soft touches. And maybe it wasn’t his fault, but Eddie would never forgive him all the same. He’d nursed his Harrington hangover for years, and he’s not about to hand over his sobriety chip just because the guy's got a busted foot and a very apparent issue with alcohol. Not when it had taken work to get Steve out of his system the first time. Steve thinks of long summer evenings beating the heat in his pool, of the stick-and-poke tattoo he’s got on his ankle and chicken scratch handwriting on legal paper. He’s getting caught in the slipstream of his own shattered expectations, and it’s dangerous to cling when the branch is failing, but he thinks he can’t help it. He has a fist full of letters by the time he arrives in Los Angeles, but the Eddie Munson he knew is nowhere to be found. Left to make sense of this new version of the friend he once bared his soul to, Steve’s just trying not to fall off the fucking deep end again.

Take the Money and Run by thisapplepielife

Listen to the official playlist here!

@thisapplepielife

Rating: Explicit

143,931 words, 22/22 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Alternate Universe - Future, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Recreational Drug Use, Eddie Munson Lives, Hurt/Comfort, Not Canon Compliant, Post-Season/Series 04, Alternate Universe - Road Trip, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Cover Art, Canon-Typical Violence, Period-Typical Homophobia, Friends to Lovers, Getting to Know Each Other, Road Trips, Internalized Homophobia, Slow Burn, Falling In Love, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington, Switching, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, optional future epilogue with kids, can be read without the epilogue

Summary:

“Rules. Like, there’ll be no eating in my car. You’re not driving my car. No heavy metal,” Steve keeps listing, “you’re not picking up women and fucking them in m-” “I'll try to control myself,” Eddie interrupts with a quip, a smirk. Fucking girls in Steve’s car, or anywhere else for that matter, isn’t going to be an issue, unless something pretty fundamental shifts in him. Steve continues, completely ignoring Eddie, “You’ll wipe your feet. You’re not dragging dirt all over my car. No hitchhikers. No cutesy road games. No smoking in the car. I’m not paying for all the gas.” “Ass, gas or grass, got it,” Eddie says, like he's taking this very seriously. He is not taking this seriously. Or: Road trip!

I wore his jacket for the longest time by Legitcookie and sidekick_hero

Listen to the official playlist here!

@legitcookie and @sidekick-hero

Rating: Explicit

58,311 words, 6/6 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Good Parent Joyce Byers, Starting Over, Pining, Lovers to Friends, Friends to Lovers, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Praise Kink, Unsafe Sex, Bottom Steve Harrington, Top Eddie Munson, Blow Jobs, Frottage, Tattoos, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, thigh riding

Summary:

Steve has made some bad choices in the past, choices that have cost him his marriage, and even worse than that, Eddie. The man he didn't realize he was in love with until it was too late. Now Steve must pick up the pieces of his life and figure out how to become the man he wants to be. It's a story about love lost and love found, about the importance of friendship and family, and most of all, about second chances and how it's never too late to change.

@sidekick-hero also recommends this fic, adding: "I would love to rec a labor of love from Legitcockie and me, 'I wore your jacket for the longest time' with a wonderful playlist by yournowheregirl 💜"

Thanks for the recs!

These recs are a part of Challenge Monday. The challenge this week was Fics with playlists.

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[ohsoyouti]

TIARA P.

PART 1: THE BASICS

* What is your full name?

tiara nicole pierce.

* Where and when were you born?

atlanta, ga.

* Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)

jane and tyrone pierce. jane is a stay at home mom. tyrone owns a trucking company.

* Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?

yes, one sister. she's younger and cool.

* Where do you live now, and with whom?

los angeles and alone.

* Describe the place and the person/people.

a townhome with 4 bedrooms.

* What is your occupation?

influencer soon to be podcaster.

* Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.

5'5, blonde hair, bra length naturally, black, brown eyes sometimes hazel. my style is just unique, wear whatever i want. a red dragon tattoo, tattoo on my hand and that's it. scar on the back of my thigh.

* To which social class do you belong?

upper class.

* Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?

allergy to shellfish but still eat it. right side of the body is weaker.

* Are you right- or left-handed?

left handed.

* What does your voice sound like?

southern accent.

* What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?

don't make me act crazy.

* What do you have in your pockets?

lip gloss and gum.

* Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?

smacking my lips and rolling my eyes.

PART 2: GROWING UP

* How would you describe your childhood in general?

it was a nice childhood and very calm for her. she grew up in the suburbs.

* What is your earliest memory?

when I fell off the slide when I was in 2nd grade.

* How much schooling have you had?

high school.

* Did you enjoy school?

no.

* Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?

from my mom.

* While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.

just my mom. she was independent and a boss even tho she stayed at home she was very aware of her privilege to not have to work.

* While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?

loved everyone in my family.

* As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

an actress.

* As a child, what were your favorite activities?

running around and volleyball.

* As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?

just loud.

* As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like?

yes very popular. my friends were Jade and she was my best friend.

* When and with whom was your first kiss?

in 2nd grade with a boy I liked.

* Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?

no. when I was 19.

PART 3: PAST INFLUENCES

* What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?

making my first hundred thousand.

* Who has had the most influence on you?

my sister.

* What do you consider your greatest achievement?

gaining followers.

* What is your greatest regret?

not being able to pass my drivers test the first time which wasted my parents money.

* What is the most evil thing you have ever done?

bleached someone's mamas clothes.

* Do you have a criminal record of any kind?

no.

* When was the time you were the most frightened?

when my car was stolen and I was someone unknown.

* What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?

peed on myself after the club.

* If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?

giving people the time of the day.

* What is your best memory?

taking my sister shopping with no limit.

* What is your worst memory?

when my sister broke her leg.

[kissitbttr]

idc cheerleader!yn is indonesian coded because i say so or atleast half indo. i bet she curses frat!mig out in indo bc shes so girlboss slay pussy qween RAHHHH 🇮🇩🇮🇩🇮🇩🇮🇩🇮🇩🇮🇩🇮🇩🇮🇩🇮🇩🇮🇩

ANON YOUR BRAINNNNNN

she definitely will omg why didn’t i think of this!?

this is for all my indo girliessss (AND MALAY)

—

‘gak pernah lo mikirin perasaan gua jing?!’

miguel backtracks, swallowing a harsh gulp as he stares at you with wide eyes. you’re standing before him, eyebrows crossed, arms over your chest

the moment you’re switching to your native language. he knows he’s really screwed

‘baby calm down—‘

‘gak usah nyuruh gue santai! apaan maksud lo? udah ketiga kalinya lo ini batalin dinner date kita, mig! gua ngerti lo sibuk tapi ga gini juga lah!’

okay, so he definitely picked out the word ‘dinner date’ meaning that you’re upset about him cancelling. which is understandable then,

‘muñeca i’m so sorry, b-but I don’t know what you’re saying! please talk english to me’

you look at him as if he’s crazy,

‘belajar bahasa gue makanya!’ with that you turn around and stomp upstairs to his room, ‘makan tai!’ you call out before slamming the door behind,

damn he really needs to pick up a dictionary about now

-

‘gak pernah lo mikirin perasaan gua jing? - you never think about how i feel, you fuck?!

‘gak usah nyuruh gue santai! apaan maksud lo? udah ketiga kalinya lo ini batalin dinner date kita, mig! gua ngerti lo sibuk tapi ga gini juga lah!’ - don’t tell me to calm down! what do you mean by that?! this is the third time you cancelled our dinner date, mig! I understand you’re busy but don’t do me like this!

‘belajar bahasa gue makanya’ - ‘learn about my language then!’

‘makan tai!’ - ‘eat shit!’

(I would add more but indonesian curse words are so brutal man😭)

[gojocp]

love story

cw: fluff, i love wolf, sneaking out featuring: wolf keum

a/n: i've been obsessed with weak hero lately, i keep rereading it and wolf is SO FUNNY LMAO LIKE BRO DOES NOT GAF ABT ANYTHING also this song is SOO GOOD, and idk how phones ring. lmk how this is!! (he's prob so ooc, whateverr)

"romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone. i'll be waiting, all that's left to do is run." ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

brrrring brrrrring.... brrrrring brrrring

'incoming call: wolf'

"hello?" you answer, tiredly. "are you asleep?" he asks. "i was, not anymore. why? what's up?" you respond, rubbing the sleep from your eye. "look out your window." he answers, flatly.

you do as he says, and lo and behold, he's standing outside, waving his arm. "come down, i'll catch you." he says into the phone. "wolf, it's twelve in the morning, what makes you think i'm gonna jump out of my window in my pajama's, just because you asked me to?" you question. "i'll buy icecream." he says. "give me two minutes, let me change." you respond. "i'll be waiting."

'call ended.' .・。.・゜✭・.

"can't i just go from the front door?" you ask, too scared to jump out the window. "what if you're parents wake up?" he asks. "oh yeah."

"i'm too scared! go get a ladder or something." you say. "(y/n), i promise i will catch you. just trust me." he says with his arms out. "...okay." you say hesitantly, slightly closing the window behind you.

you leap out the window and he wraps his arms around you, safely placing you on the ground. "you're fine, see?" "yeah, let's go."

wolf moves his motorcycle down the street, not wanting to wake your parents, and turns it on, helping you sit and placing a helmet on your head. "please drive slowly." you say, wrapping your arms around him and holding on tightly. "yeah, whatever." he responds, rolling his eyes and taking off.

after driving for about 20 minutes, you ask, "where are we even going?" "i don't know..? somewhere.." he responds. 'somewhere we can be alone.' "wow, thank's for really narrowing it down." you say, sarcasm evident in your voice. "and what about my icecream?" you question, remembering his promise. "there's a gas station nearby, we'll get it from there." he says. .・。.・゜✭・.

"which one do you want?" he asks. "i'm stuck between these two." you say, holding up two flavours of icecream. "pick a number, one or two." you continue. "one." he responds quickly. "no but i want the second one... yeah! i'm choosing this." you say, holding up the second option. "okay.." he says, with a breathy laugh. "which one are you getting?" you ask. "this." he responds, grabbing a random one and heading towards the check-out. .・。.・゜✭・.

wolf parks his motorcycle and takes a seat next to you on the bench, watching as you happily eat the icecream. "is yours any good?" you ask, noticing he barely ate any. "it's okay." he responds.

"can i try some?" you ask, staring him with the best puppy eyes you could muster. you place your own on the bench as he hands his over to you. "oo, it's good." you say, taking a spoonful. "i don't like it, you can finish it." he says, flatly. "really? then, have some of mine." you add, handing your own to him.

he eyes it for a second before taking small scoop. and he must like it, because you notice something light up in his eyes as he gives you a look, asking for more. "it's good." "you can finish the rest." you offer.

he nods and finishes the rest in two spoonfulls. tossing the container and spoon into a nearby garbage can. he watches you carefully, taking in your features in reactions, trying to figure out if you actually like the icecream or if you're just saying you do. when he concludes you're enjoying it, he smiles softly and looks away, observing something else.

this action, however, doesn't go unnoticed by you, as it makes your heart grow warm.

after you finish your icecream, wolf tosses it for you and you both sit in silence. "i'm so tired!!" you whine, yawning as you break the silence. "wanna head back?" he asks, glancing at you. "nah, let's stay for a few minutes." you respond, leaning your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around his. in return, he leans his head ontop of your own and crosses his arms. .・。.・゜✭・.

as you return home, you can't help but feel a little dissapointed that your date was coming to an end. when you reach your window, you wrap your arms around wolf's neck and place a kiss on the cheek. "thank you wolf, i had fun." you say, pulling away to look at him as he wraps his arms around your waist. "go inside." he says, but not before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on your lips. his own way of saying "i had fun too."

he boosts you up with his hands and watches as you safely climb into the window. "goodnight! get home safe!" you call out softly from the window, hoping he hears. he raises his hand as a wave and walks off after you close the window.

ding!!

you look at your phone as you recieve a text.

wolf: gn.