#They're so into each other in this AU it's actually sickening

[demaparbat-hp]

Post-blood fears

[fallstreakfeathers]

Hi hi!!! I love your headcanons so much, they're all well thought out. Even the funny ones! Do you have any headcanons for your pet au fanfics?

Oh?

Uh

Actually. I did not have any particular headcanons to be honest

But I'll throw these out for thoughts:

- demons are seen as high end pets and slaves (pretty usual for the au), but are usually shockingly affordable with the exception of 'pure' bloodlines that track directly back to Muzan (the kizuki in particular). A high end demon like Upper 6 could cost several grand to own.

- Muzan was defeated, permanently weakened, and given the option to release his demons from his will, kill them all, or be killed. He then went into hiding, hoping for a day when he's strong enough to gather his army again. He also altered the demons to give them the ability to reproduce with each other. Because many demons end up killed and can no longer be created via Muzans blood, they would go extinct otherwise and Muzan needs his demons to exist if he ever has hope of regaining power.

- demons have adapted to be able to handle a bit of sunlight, though prolonged or heavy exposure sickens them quickly, and kills them. They cannot regenerate in sunlight at all. Wisteria will still halt their regerative abilities and kill them.

- demons no longer eat human meat, unless it's given to them or they happen to be the extraordinarily rare 'wild' demon. 'Wild' demons, who have escaped human enslavement, are generally killed upon capture. 'Domesticated' demons can eat any variety of raw or lightly cooked meats, but human blood can be used for extra nutrition and is purchased from special donation markets where humans are paid quite well to give their blood

- because muzan was adamant about insuring the species survival, demons go into a 'rut' period of about a week to two weeks where they are much more likely to seek someone to mate with. Humans have figured out how to use hormone injections to stop it from happening or even to force a demon to enter their rut. This period is exclusively referred to as Rut, not heat.

Each of the clones handle it in different ways in my au.

For example. Sekido claims to be unable to go into rut, but the truth is that he is so stressed about his brothers and whether they're even alive that his hormones are imbalanced and prevent it. If he knows they're alive, or better yet, if they happen to be with him and safe, he may be able to enter this period but he's so good at hiding it that you're likely just gonna think he's particularly grumpy that week. At least until he's suddenly getting you involved with his needs.

- urogi is actually impressively in control of himself, at least until you give the ok to go further than snuggling in his nest. Then he's a beast. Lasts about a week but goes into rut the most. Please prepare to lose all the soft things in your home because he WILL steal them for his compulsory nesting. Aside from that, he seems affected the least. He's still a happy, sweet demon, and he mostly just wants to cuddle and be close to his favorite person.

- Karaku is terrified. He hasn't had a natural rut in a long time, so when he finally feels safe enough that his hormones level out and he enters one, he freaks out. He associates these feelings with horrific things thanks to his abusers, so he tends to get fearfully aggressive towards anyone who approaches him- even his own brothers. Do NOT try to touch him, he will panic and think he's right back 'THERE'. If he, by some miracle, comes to you for any physical attention, keep your hands strictly above his waist.

Eventually, he will allow Sekido close to guard him from any potential harm as he hides in his room. Bring him extra blankets. He likes being hidden in soft, warm things. The better he can hide, the less frightened he will be.

If you need to ask him something, have Sekido ask for you so that his poor brother doesn't feel like your presence is in the room.

How you treat Karaku during his rut will make or break the little trust he has in you.

- Aizetsu's previous owners always had these sessions blocked via drugs, so he's actually never gone into rut before and doesn't know how to handle it. Like Karaku, he hides. He is embarrassed easier than normal during his rut and honestly just needs a gentle hand.

[chihirolovebot]

idk if it’s ever been talked abt before but i was suddenly gripped by physicist in the love hotel thoughts like. what would be their ideal??? what would go down???

the love hotel is actually an insane concept but now i can’t help but think about it with physicist (and physouma, of course)

phys in the love hotel .... i dont think ive talked abt it before ? at least not at length . probably bc the love hotel is Slightly Weird to me , even if u hc the characters as adults which i do, there's still like . shinguuji, shirogane and iruma's which are just certified dr freakishness all over.

HOWEVER i think ive said before im a big fan of some of them. i love ouma's for character reasons and bc when i played the game i was a much bigger saiouma shipper than i am now ( not that i dont ship them anymore they just dont take up as much space in my head + i prefer kiiruma lol ) . i loved amami's , kiibo's, harukawa's, and momota's too :3

PHYS THOUGH . ok lets think. lets ponder together. we r those monkeys holding hands and spinning rly fast in a circle. you mentioned with physouma BUT i wanna quickly explore what a canonverse phys kamasutra event would look like, which would be with saihara.

i think it would be one of the events that kinda . border on romantic ? but is never explicit. definitely one of the more wholesome ones that would maybe revolve around them bonding or opening up to each other and ends with some slight physical touch ( which is sort of a big thing for phys ) like them resting their head on saihara's shoulder or them cuddling up in bed together and falling asleep. i think that could be kinda cute :3 as for the 'ideal' saihara would play for phys i can imagine it being maybe a childhood friend or a classmate they've known for a while, so they dont have to do the building blocks of building intimacy or small talk . which makes them anxious.

OKAY PHYSOUMA TIME. claps hands. the 'ideal' ouma would be playing would probably look different, since it's implied a big part of phys's initial attraction to him is trying to solve what makes his brain tick. they're a lot like saihara in that sense , and i feel like their love hotel event would take a similar form to the saiouma event in the game, with ouma playing like a phantom thief and saihara as a detective . very classic. but phys doesn't suit the role of a detective , exactly...

ok angsty thought . it's been mentioned that phys has passed through a few orphanages and foster homes so what if ouma as their ideal was another kid there . one who was super mysterious at first but is implied through phys's dialogue to have gradually opened up, and is now at the point where they have a fully trusting relationship. like phys makes comments on 'i'm so glad you opened up to me eventually' and 'i feel like getting to know you was such a puzzle... but i'm glad i stuck with it in the end! because it was worth it, for you.' AHHGHGHH sticking my head into a drain and screaming so my agony is reverberated throughout the entire street. just . so much emphasis on how phys's ideal for ouma is one where he trusts them entirely and their relationship is based on open and equal communication.

i can also see phys confessing and that being like the central kind of .plot point for lack of a better word. like the whole thing is kinda building up to it and ouma's getting progressively more nervous as he realises what they're getting at. i think he would try to evade it at first , do his normal tricks, but it risks the dream ending because phys's ideal of ouma is one that Doesn't Do That. so he very uncertainly relents and allows them to express how they feel . and at this point he's all I've Made A Big Mistake because its gotten way too emotional and intimate and theyre looking at him for an answer and it feels so real .

would he confess back or let the dream end . i guess it depends on how far in the story we are . sickening as it is. in a non killing game au i think he would confess . i think far enough into the story he also would , knowing that he cant and wont in real life because of what he plans to do in chapter 5 . but who knows ! who knows.

[tillthelandslide]

Insufferable Arsehole Part 8 - When We Are Together - Instagram AU, Matty Healy Series

A/n: hiya my loves. Just wanted to say thank you to everyone who is continuing to read this series, it means a lot to me... This series is and always will be my baby, I'll be posting what I have slowly and then the first half on this series will be finished, I will be finishing it completely as and when it comes to me so keep an eye out if you're interested:)

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thisislou:

thisislou they think they're so cool @bedforddanes @trumanblack

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fan1 look at those likes! She famous famous

trumanblack excuse me but we are cool

-> thisislou sure Matthew 😉

-> trumanblack I hate you

-> thisislou don't lie, we both know you never hated me 😚

-> trumanblack na I'm obsessed with you 🥰

-> 75fan @trumanblack @thisislou WHAT DOES THIS MEANNNN

bedforddanes75 you're basically our photographer now

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-> rass1975 I'll be your reference for this

-> thisislou thanks boo 😘😂

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trumanblack at least we didn't smoke.... p.s we literally paid a pap to give us this picture

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fan1 omg is this Lou!!!

thisislou so good at following the rules aren't we?

-> trumanblack that we are baby ❤️

bedforddanes75 this is sickening... I preferred it when you hated each other... jk

-> thisislou we can go back to that if you'd like?

-> bedforddanes75 actually I change my mind... You were both more unbearable back then

mynamesmia this explains where you both disappeared to

-> thisislou excuse me I think you were a bit too busy to notice 👀

rass1975 oi oi

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trumanblack as seen on my phone screen @thisislou

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thisislou adore you ❤️ we cute bby

-> trumanblack that we are

rassthe1975 the best couple truly

bedforddanes75 my best friends ❤️

mynamesmia cuties

75fan I'm crying 😭 this has made my year

loufanpage I'm so happy. Thank you Matty for loving our girl the way she deserves

1975adam ❤️❤️

fan1 it's real 🥹 I'm so happy I might cry

thisislou and trumanblack

thisislou thank you for being patient with us 🖤 I love you @trumanblack

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trumanblack lucky to have you by my side 🖤 I love you

-> thisislou I love you ❣️

fan1 " but you... It was different with you" 😭 is this a new song maybe?

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loufanpage I've never been so happy

75fan omg 🥹 this makes me so happy, honestly no one better for our Matty

mynamesmia happy for you sis... Better give her back though @trumanblack

-> trumanblack no promises

rosetintedglasses okay but... Cute

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-> rosetintedglasses don't ruin it ratty

cami_in_camo happy for you ❣️

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rass1975 my people ❣️

loufan is that the rat from that gay band?

-> trumanblack yes that would be me

-> thisislou but you're my rat baby @trumanblack

[lovesongrecs]

god. okay, so my mutual on twt was kind enough to link me the fic she'd posted she'd been reading for sillies and shitposts but i, ever the depraved shinestar, was HOOKED on the little snippet of the end of chapter 2. it felt like the walls were closing in on me when i realized i had just inadvertently gotten scammed (in the best way possible, ofc!) because... 🫠 no smut. just unbridled edging. like omg... all that built up tension... the anticipation i had for what i thought would be the most nastiest, toe-curling smut i'd ever lay eyes on in my entire life... taken away from me within seconds. anyways, that was my fault for not peeping the lack of smut tags on ao3. nevertheless, i was absolutely enthralled by the plot progression so i continued reading and i am so so So glad i did.

my mind is all over the place... where do i even begin 😭 i quite literally just finished reading the latest chapter and. There's just so fucking much i feel just as overwhelmed as mc because... what the fuck!! like actually, what the fuck 😭😭 everyone in atz and itz need to perish omfg it does not cost us anything to be kind to each other... greek life shouldn't ever be this serious, but then again, they're mostly all filthy rich freaks who'll make dollars while the rest of us work our asses off to make dimes. such a sick world we live in... can't even escape the horrors of capitalistic greed in a frat!atz au...

but it's this greed that makes everything so interesting! the amount of layers to the plot is so sickening, i'm appalled by the reminder that this is just fanfiction and not the script of the next hit show everyone and their mom is raving about. i mean, hello? the character depth? the backstories? the way every single relationship between the characters is so intricately intertwined with another that just the slightest altercation between people tangled in this little web could (and did) set everything off? i need to figure out how to get you into the writer's room because this is insane. even just the mystery behind everyone's motives and end goals? this kind of talent is so rare that i find such immense pleasure in being able to pick it apart and put it back together in the form of a silly little review for the author to read. you all deserve to know just how in love i am with your mind!!

the way you write is impeccable. i don't ever use that word because, i'll be honest, i'm a little picky with my compliments! but i feel like you really deserve to hear that after the absolute whirlwind you just spun me through. from dialogue and nicknames for mc that are so specific to a single character, to the deliberately placed actions between them that give this sense of realism, and the endless detail used to create the setting you've envisioned for a scene... talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference, put it in a blender, shit on it, vomit on it, eat it, give birth to it – or whatever lady gaga said. everything fits together so perfectly and flows so seamlessly it imitates the state of being when you're completely, utterly immersed in a story it feels like you're actually there. this is such an important thing for me as someone who has grown up reading all sorts of literature. a fic i've read and reblogged in passing will eventually lose itself in my memory but a fic from a writer, whose voice and style is so strong it transports me into an alternate reality, will live with me forever.

i'm forever praying that there will be better days (and friends, god does she need better fucking friends) ahead for mc because so far... it's not looking too good for her. just when she thinks she can trust and open up to someone, they're already five steps ahead with their plan for her certain demise. i mean, come onnnn 😭 it's one thing to hook up with someone at a frat party, but to secretly pray on her downfall is just ridiculous. you're supposed to be sleazy, not a conniving little bitch in cahoots with this mysterious hbic, who's in close contact with the president of the sorority the girl you just slept with belongs to, and making a pledge go through the wackiest initiation for some undisclosed reason... literally what goes on anymore omfg like even the confrontation with wooyoung and hongjoong kicking him OUT of the frat? mina lying about her brother's whereabouts and creating such an elaborate sob story just to keep a two-timing jackass (according to vice president of all jackasses, apparently) who doesn't even want her? all while one of the sisters is literally fucking missing and no one has any information about her whereabouts? this b-plot is DISGUSTINGGGGGG (compliment 🙂‍↕️💗) – like it's actually so fucking ridiculous how the universe is just playing in mc's face right now... i'd have been in jail by now after putting every single one of those snakes in a saw trap. i can't even wrap my head around what seonghwa could possibly want out of this, who hbic is (i'm thinking mina or isla...), or... anything, really. i'm so shaken up with how everything's unfolding, but it makes me all the more excited for the next chapter 🫶🏼

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That one fucked you over last year, this one is fucking you over this year, you had no idea she was involved with him, someone over here has been lying to you, you didn't mean to end up in that ones bed, he told you he loved you... Does anyone even trust anyone anymore?

[one] - 'i can do it with a broken heart' ~ taylor swift

[two] - 'we can't be friends (wait for your love)' ~ ariana grande

[three] - 'tell ur girlfriend' ~ lay bankz

[four] - 'nonsense' ~ sabrina carpenter

[five] - ‘teenage dirtbag’ ~ wheatus

[six] - 'because i liked a boy' ~ sabrina carpenter

[seven] - ‘no church in the wild’ ~ jay-z/ye

[eight] -

~ more to come ~

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[moonmoonthecrabking]

so like i don’t want to give too much away bc i’m writing it and so… yeah BUT here’s some rtc superhero au Content. all content is now under ⚔ when all else is lost the future still remains our own ⚔ (YES it's names after a eurovision song lyric what're you gonna do) so it’s clear it’s my version and i’m not attributing someone else’s ideas to me!!! and if you want to backread, please look at that tag bc all the info is on there!!!

so the “duos” are: noel and ocean (heroes), constance and mischa (villains), and savannah potts (she’s mtf) and penny (they’re enablers and they’re dating and they Do Not Have Powers (wink))

it’s set in new york!! noel ocean and savannah are in their second year at hunter college, and bc of plot reasons they may not be the only characters who join (i’m going to make sure that one never does tho!!)

ocean and noel have known each other since middle school, but they sorta really hated each other until junior year when ocean accidentally discovered her powers. noel was like ‘fine i’ve gotta help this bitch’ and while they do have some of that hostility from canon, by now they can have deep conversations and are sorta each other’s most trusted friend. also they grew up in montour county in pennsylvania idk why i know this or if it even makes sense but here ya go.

constance and mischa work at the cafe together!! constance’s family doesn’t own it this time but she’s been working there since her sophomore year of high school and she does genuinely love working in hospitality but there are some customers who make her want to slap a bitch. mischa sorta just… fell into working there when his mum sent him over last year?? so he’s doing that and he also got a job working at the gym (not definitive yet) bc my guy has super strength and he’s allowed to play rap music. (the way this works is that constance has seniority so she has a higher hourly wage, higher tips from regulars/people who haven’t been there for a while, and way more hours as opposed to mischa. although he has been getting more than when he started it has been a year)

savannah and penny have been together for like… 9 months and they are already engaged actually. like literally engaged they're just like "when you know you know" gag me with a spoon. these whores (affectionate) cannot keep their hands off each other they are sickening and they always hang out at the cafe. penny isn't at uni but she is there a lot to hang out with savannah. they met in a writing group, emailed for like three days straight, and went on a date soon after.

the group comes together in the civilian world really through savannah. she and ocean have a physics unit together and they end up being friends through a group (duo) project!! she's a new york native so she's been going to the cafe for like ever and knows constance super well by this point. ocean crushes on constance (but she doesn't know that yet). so then noel, ocean, savannah, and penny become a friend group so that works out. they chill at the cafe semi-frequently but also. they're broke sometimes. and they get cheaper items so they can give constance a 100% tip. in a cruel twist of fate (aka me), noel always has classes while mischa is working at the cafe, so they never actually meet until the fic. but ocean, savannah, and penny see mischa a bunch. in the fic they eventually ask constance and mischa to hang out like outside the cafe and join their friend group (the reason they didn't before is because they are awkward fuckers).

i know this isn't a lot about the whole... superhero content of the superhero au but it's relevant to *me*

tagging PeoplE: @luckynature (no i have not finished either chapter yet but i will in fact message you with the link when i do) @jaize-spaize @ivorypiano @thisistheroomofthedead @myperfecttalia

[riskypeaches]

2,365 Days

2,365 days. That’s how long it took you to realize that you were in love with Han Jisung. It took him another 36 to realize that he never stopped.

Pairing: Han Jisung/reader, female reader.

Word Count: 2.1k 

Genre: Romance, college au, idiots in love, slight angst, angst with a happy ending, childhood best friends to lovers au.

Warnings: Excessive usage of italics and Y/N because that’s how I roll. Also profanity, I like to cuss. 

Bits and pieces of a story idea I had for Han. Events happen chronologically, but a fair amount of time is skipped before and after each bit. Heavily inspired by the song Jenny (I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship), go ahead and take a listen!

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“Two thousand, three hundred and sixty-five days!”, you shouted. 

Jisung stopped in his tracks, furrowing his eyebrows. “Y/N, what are you on about?”.

“Two thousand, three hundred and sixty-five days”, you stated again. “That’s- that’s how long it took me to realize I was in love with you”.

His mouth parted in shock at your confession. “Look, Y/N-”, he started but you cut him off. 

“I don’t want to hear it!”, you said furiously shaking your head. “I know it’s stupid! I am never going to be over how stupid it was that I could be in love with someone for that long and not realize it until a couple weeks ago!”. 

He took a step forward reaching out to put a hand on your shoulder. On any other day you would have gladly accepted the comfort, but the look in his eyes in that moment sickened you. In all the years you had known him, he had never once looked at you like that. And you fucking hated it. 

All you could see was pity. 

You dodged his hand, instead letting your own arms wrap around your front. You didn’t want comfort from him, not right now at least. All his touch did was make you hurt. 

“The worst part about this is that I think you used to be in love with me too”, you murmured, shrinking into yourself. “And I’m- I’m so sorry I never realized it until now because I think… I think I could have saved you a lot of pain if I just took one fucking look at what was right in front of me”. 

“Y/N…”, he said looking at you with a pained expression. 

“Jisung I’m sorry, I really am. I know you’re with someone right now. I’m not trying to- steal you from them or something I just…”, you trailed off. 

“You just what?”, he said. 

“I just!”, you said looking at the ceiling to hold back your tears. Pressing the heel of your hands into your eyes you took deep steadying breaths. 

“Jisung, I want you to be happy. I really do. And if that girl makes you happy then- that’s enough for me! I just… needed to give my best friend an explanation instead of dropping off the face of the earth”. 

“Dropping off…?” he said, beginning to look vaguely panicked. “Where are you going?”. 

“I’m just going home!”, you said waving your hands back and forth in a placating manner. “For… a couple of months at least”.

“Y/N. You haven’t been back home since the day we graduated high school”. 

“I know”, you whispered looking at the floor. “I just need time to myself right now. These feelings are all new and I… I know I can’t be a good friend to you right now. Seeing you, being with you it just- hurts. I’m not the best friend you deserve right now”. 

Jisung made a pained noise in the back of his throat and stepped in closer towards you. “I’m not mad at you! You don’t need to leave, if that’s what you’re afraid of”, he said placing his hands on your shoulders. 

“No that’s not it Jisung”, you said gently brushing off his hands. “I just- for me to be a good friend, the one who can support you and the relationship you’ve found yourself in, I need time to get over these feelings. And I know that’s something I can’t do right now. So, I’m going home”. 

Jisung sighed heavily, running his hands through his hair. Taking another look at you he seemed to decide that you were being serious and dropped onto your couch in defeat. 

“You’re not… you’re not leaving right?”, he said head hanging down to his knees. “You’re coming back?”.

You gave a half hearted laugh and collapsed next to him. 

“Han Jisung, just because the unfortunate side effects of the human condition cause me to have feelings for you that does not mean that you are ever going to be able to get rid of me”. 

He gave a chuckle in response, still refusing to lift his head up. You tried to ignore the fact that he was sniffling through giggles. For his sake. 

You gently nudged his shoulder with your own. 

“I’ve known you for almost 7 years now. You’re stuck with me for life”. 

He laughed fully this time, trying to subtly wipe at his eyes. “Kylie”, he said tilting his head at you and giving you a watery smile. “What do you think about her?”. 

You gave him your own watery smile in return, “I really like her”, you said. 

And it was the truth.

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Something was off, Jisung thought. In fact, something was off about this entire week. 

His grades we’re up, better than they ever had been, he was dating an amazing girl, he had a steady job so… life is good. 

Life was good, right?

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“Are you done moping yet?”, Chan said casually sipping at his soda. 

“Moping?”, I asked. “I’m not moping”. 

Chan rolled his eyes throwing another french fry into his mouth. “You clearly are. But, if we’re still in the denial stage that’s fine. We can just talk about… uh”, chan said nibbling at his fry thoughtfully. “Oh!”, he shouted suddenly. “Professor Brewer’s paper! Why don’t we work on it now? What are you doing for the prompt?”. 

I sighed and rested my head on my palm. “I already finished it”, I grumbled twirling my soda straw aimlessly. 

Chan’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull. “You fucking what?!”, he said choking on his soda. 

“Shit dude are you ok?”, I said patting at his back. He waved me off, spluttering an “I’m ok” back. 

“You WHAT”, he said after regaining his breath. 

I shrank back in my seat. “I er- already finished it?”, I said nervously.

“Han”, Chan deadpanned. “We have 4 days left until that paper is due”. 

I furrowed my eyebrows at him. “4 days isn’t that long you know, I have other classes too. Besides, don’t you always finish your assignments the day they're assigned?”. 

He waved me off leaning back in his seat. “Yeah I do, but that’s not the point”. 

“I’m sorry… then what exactly is the point then?”, I asked steadily growing more confused. 

“The point is! You never even bother to look at your assignments until the day they’re due!”, Chan said exasperatedly. 

I eyed him warily. “Why are you getting so worked up about this?”.

“Because!”, he all but shouted. “You’re an idiot!”. 

“Hey!”, I said. “Just because you’re my hyung doesn’t mean you can just call me stupid!”, I huffed crossing my arms at him. “I’ll have you know I have a 3.8 this quarter”. 

“Exactly”, Chan groaned while slowly dragging a hand across his face. 

“What the hell are you on about?”, I said genuinely starting to become annoyed with the conversation. 

“Hannie”, he said sighing. “The only reason you have such good grades this quarter is because you’re not following Y/N around like a lost puppy”. 

My heart panged at the mention of her name. “I don’t know what you're talking about”, I breathed. 

“Yes you do”, he said with a stern look in his eyes. “You have shitty grades every quarter because all you ever want to do is spend time with her. The only reason you get by is because she chews your ass out when she finds out you’ve been slacking”. 

“Nope”, I shook my head adamantly. “I still don’t know what you’re talking about. I have a girlfriend, everything’s just fine”.

“Ok the fact that you brought that up when I wasn’t even talking about your girlfriend makes me feel like there’s more to unpack there but… baby steps. We’ll come back to that”

Chan looked at me with an expectant look in his eyes, as if waiting for me to say something. I shrugged helplessly at him, not knowing what he wanted from me. 

He sighed heavily through his nose before apparently giving up on what he’d been waiting for. 

“Hannie…”, he said gently. Chan carefully put his hand on my shoulder and looked at me with sympathetic look in his eyes. “You miss her”. 

I could feel my heartbeat pounding in my ears. “No I don’t”, I said shaking my head at him. 

“Han, you’ve spent nearly every single day with Y/N since you guys we’re 13. You can’t expect me to believe- actually you can’t expect yourself to believe that you don’t miss her”. 

“Not true”, I muttered. “When we were in school she went back in the summers to visit her family”.

“Fine then- you spent everyday with her albeit 2 months out of the year. That’s not even true for the past 3 years! She hasn’t been back these summers, she stayed with you”. 

I sighed heavily, sliding even further down my seat. “What do you want me to do?”, I mumbled miserably. 

“I want you to stop being an idiot and acknowledge that you're upset, and that you have been for the past month”.

“Because Y/N’s gone?”, I asked slowly. 

“Because Y/N’s gone.”, Chan affirmed. 

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“Jisung?”, you asked incredulously. “How the hell did you get here? Why the hell are you here?”.

Jisung was near hyperventilating at this point, he felt that his lungs might collapse from the sheer stress of the situation. 

Alright, alright. Calm down. Just remember what Chan and Changbin told you in the car ride over this is fine everything’s fine. 

“I broke up with Kylie!”, I blurted out. 

Everything was not fucking fine. 

You crossed your arms and gave him a stern look. “Han Jisung I had to suffer through weeks of you non-stop talking about that girl. You better have not just broken up with her I swear to god-”

“She doesn’t make me cheesecake!”, I shouted cutting off her rant. 

She looked even more confused than when she first realized I was standing in her grandparent’s yard. “Jisung what on earth are you talking about?”, she said. 

What on earth indeed.

“I’m sure if it's really that big of a problem”, she said utterly perplexed. “She could just learn how to make one dude?”. 

“Even if she did, it wouldn’t be your cheesecake!”, I said desperately. 

“...what?”. 

“It wouldn’t be the same as the ones you make me and- she doesn’t stay up with me all night trying to help me figure out rhymes for my lyrics even though you know you can’t rap for shit. And sure, she can skateboard and that’s pretty cool but she’s not the dumbass who thought launching herself off an out of control board was a great idea and face planted in the middle of four way traffic-”. 

“Hey!”, she huffed indignantly. 

I ignored her, continuing to roll right through my rant. 

“And she doesn’t snore like a fucking buzzsaw, which would be so cute if it didn’t sound so god damn concerning. And she doesn’t watch romance movies with me even though you absolutely despise them and-”, I said stopping abruptly. 

“And?”, she asked softly. 

“And I don’t love her”, I breathed feeling the tips of my ears turn red. “Not the way that I love you”. 

“Oh”, she said. 

I laughed at her dumbfounded expression. “It took me 36 days and 2 hyungs to realize I was still in love with you and all you have to say in response is ‘oh’?”. 

She huffed at me in annoyance. “I spilled my guts out to you a month ago, what the hell else do you want?! Some kind of blood oath??”. 

“If that’s what it takes for you to tell me you love me right now then yeah, I think that’s fair”. 

“You should have asked for that a whole fucking month ago!”, she said stamping her foot in annoyance. 

“Hey! You may have had to wait a month but I had to wait 6 whole fucking years before you even acknowledged that you liked me!”. 

“I hate you”. 

“Oh you do? Well I could just- get back in Chan’s car then. Drive back to school”, I teased. 

“Han Jisung I swear to god I will throw this fucking shovel at you”. 

I laughed wholeheartedly, head tilting towards the sky. “Ok ok, I’m sorry. I get it. No leaving allowed, now will you get over here and kiss me already?”. 

“No!” she yelped, turning red. 

“6 years Y/N, I’m a desperate man”. 

“If you don’t shut up I swear to god-”.

[dragon-kazansky]

Made with love | Helmut Zemo

Chef Zemo AU! 👨‍🍳

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

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Part 7

You knock on the hotel door twice, firmly. Wanda opened the door swiftly. She had been waiting. You were grinning as you entered the room and all kinds of thoughts were running through her head.

"What happened?"

She follows you over to the beds and watches as you sit down, scrambling to take off your shoes and sit back against the headboard. She got comfortable on her own bed again, having been sat there watching TV while she waited for you.

"We kissed."

The squeal that she made did not sound even remotely human. There was a huge grin on her face as she leaned forward. Wanda to hear every detail.

"What happened? Tell me!"

"Well, we got to The Iron Grill. Helmut was a perfect gentleman, pulling out my seat for me. Stark made a speech that I couldn't care less about, and then out cane the food. It was a taste testing session, basically."

"Taste testing?"

"Yeah, their were samples of every main course meal on his menu. We're talking about two dozen tables each sampling the same things. Then he brought out deserts for us to pick from. Helmut and I chose one each and sampled each others deserts just to try. Honestly, the sweets were the best part. The menu was otherwise standard and not all that interesting."

"Then there can't possibly be anything to worry about," she tilts her head at you.

"Well, about that..."

Her brow furrows as she looks at you. A sudden dread filled her as she waited for your words. Something was very early wrong here.

"Tony Stark had us back at the end when it was all over. He wanted to buy Escorpión Morado from Helmut, claiming he might as well do it now before it fails. He said he would buy it anyway, renovate it to accompany The Iron Grill."

"What? The audacity of that man! What did Zemo do?"

"Well, he got angry, of course! The biggest insult that could be offered was just spoken. You can't just buy Helmut's family business and think that's OK! I stepped in before Stark could any more damage, I defended Helmut ad his restaurant. Then we left. Helmut pulled me to the side and looked at me like I was the only other person in the world. He kissed me and told me to stay

"He is so in love with you."

You chuckle softly.

"What are you going to do?"

You look Wanda on the eye, smiling.

"I'm going to stay."

She leaps off the bed and collides into you, arms wrapping around you as you both both laugh. Wanda is so happy for you. She's so proud of you.

The next morning, over breakfast, Wanda tells you about some of the places she had found for you. She has meant it when she said she would look for somewhere for you.

You were glad she did.

You spent most of the day looking at the places she had found. It was quite fun looking around the apartments with her.

Lunch time rolled around and of course you both headed to your favourite spot. The doors were open and waiting for you.

Helmut was at the bar, talking to Sam, but they both stopped when they saw someone entering.

Suddenly, no one else mattered. You both looked at each other and smiled. Wanda tries not to make a fuss, but she was ecstatic to see her best friend hopelessly in love with the chef in front of them.

Helmut walks around the bar and comes to stand in front of you.

"Hello."

"Hello."

You both just smile at each. His hands reach out for yours and he brings them to his lips, kissing them both.

Helmut wasn't going to hold back.

"How are you?" You ask, very much aware of the other people in the room watching.

"I'm good, I promise."

"Good."

You lift one hand to the side of his face and caress his cheek softly. He melts into your touch, holding your hand there.

Wanda coughs into her fist.

You both drop your hands and turn to her. Sam also looking rather smug from behind the bar.

"What can I get for you?" Helmut asks, making his way back to Sam's side. Wanda and yourself sit at the bar.

"Surprise us," you say, smiling.

Helmut chuckles and nods. He looks at you for a moment before disappearing into the kitchen.

Wanda and Sam share a look.

Sam fixes you both a drink.

"So, what have you two been up to then?"

"We were looking at apartments," Wanda tells him.

"Apartments? You're thinking of moving here?"

"I am, yeah," you say, smiling down at the counter.

"Zemo really got through to you, didn't he?" He grins.

You glance up at him.

"Yes, he did. I think... I think he needs me, now more than ever. His pride and joy is being threatened and we have to do something to save it."

"No wonder he's so in love with you," Sam chuckles.

The more they say it, the more embarrassing it becomes, but also, the more true it feels.

Helmut returns with two dishes in hand, he places them down in front of you and comes to stand opposite you.

"Enjoy," he whispers, voice a little raspy, and most definitely sexy. Did he do that on purpose?

You glance at him before tucking in.

"Thank you."

As always the food is delicious.

Wanda and Sam end up conversing with each other as you and Helmut get lost in your own conversation. He can see only you when you're in the room.

"Wanda and I were looking at apartments," you tell him.

Helmut's smile seems to grow.

"You're going to stay?"

"Yes."

He leans over the bar and captures your lips in a fierce kiss. You smile into it, no longer caring about Wanda sitting right beside you.

You're so very happy!

"Then don't look any further," Helmut says, pulling away, but not too far away. He wanted to remain close to you.

"Why?"

"Because you could come live with me. I don't live far. My place is big enough for the two of us."

"Are you asking me to move in with you?"

"Only if you're comfortable doing so. I don't mean to move things along so quickly, but I have a spare room you can have."

You glance at Wanda.

She nods rather quickly.

Your eyes meet with Helmut's again and you smile.

"Alright."

Just when he thinks you can't make him any happier, you do. He kisses you again. You're laughing softly as you kiss him back, reaching for his hands that were resting on either side of your face.

"I must be the luckiest man alive."

You chuckle, lowering his hands and smiling at him.

"I would say I'm the lucky one."

"You two are so cute, its sickening," Wanda grins.

Both yourself and Zemo laugh. He stands upright, the distance between you feeling large now.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this," you say, going back to your unfinished meal.

"I'm glad you are," Zemo smiles.

"I'll make sure they move in quickly," Wanda chimes in.

"Enough about me, what are we going to do about Stark?" You look at Zemo.

"What can I do? He is sure he is going to be a success here and that I will fall. Everything my father created will just fade into nothing and I'll have to go elsewhere. I'll work for Stark when Hell freezes over," he sighs.

"Then, we have to do something big."

"Like what?" Wanda asks, looking at you.

"What if we give Escorpión Morado a make over of our own? Reinvent the menu, have a grand opening of our own. Remind people that this place is here."

Helmut looks at you at so softly.

"You would help me do that?"

"Of course! I need time to become a citizen of Sokovia, but then I'm all yours!" You smile at him.

"All mine?"

"...yes."

If it weren't for Wanda and Sam looking at him, he would kissed you again.

"Then we better get started," Wanda said, pulling out her phone.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking up what we have to do to make you a citizen. You'll move in with tall, dark, and handsome chef over here, work in the beat restaurant in the country, and live happily ever after!" She grins.

"This isn't a fairytale, Wanda," you laugh.

"It's much better than that," Helmut said, looking at you with big soft eyes.

"I'm really doing this."

"Yes, you are."

You smile at him.

For the rest if your stay in Sokovia, you visit the restaurant every day. Helmut shows you where his apartment is, letting you look around. It's very him. Wanda gets all the details you'll need for moving here, and before you know it, you're standing outside the airport with Zemo's arms around you.

"Next time you come back, you'll be here to stay."

"Yes. Just like you asked me to," you say, softly in his ear.

"Don't keep me waiting too long."

"I won't. I'll be back before you know it."

You pull away from one another to look at each other. He has this huge goofy grin on his face as he looks at you.

"I want to tell you something, but I don't know if it's the time to say it," he says, almost whispering.

"What is it?"

He licks his bottom lip, seemingly quite nervous. His eyes flicker between yours, trying to make up his mind on if he should say it or not.

He's going to say it.

"I love you."

You smile.

You kiss him, hands tugging at his collar to bring him to you. His hands settle on you as he kisses you back just as urgently.

"I love you too," you say, breaking away from him.

"We to go!" Wanda calls from behind you.

"I'll see you soon," you tell him.

"I'll be waiting for you!"

You regretfully let go of him and grab your bags. Helmut watches you as you wall with Wanda into the airport. He hates seeing you leave again, but knows that when you come back, you'll be coming back to him, to stay.

You blow a kiss at him before you disappear from sight.

He smiles.

Things feel like they're turning out for the better, and he feels over the moon.

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[gloriousmonsters]

Top fives way for XiSuYao to work out?

ooh, nice one. I get a little chatty explaining each option so I stuck 'em under the cut after the first one :D

1. the 'accidental homewrecker'

assumed xiyao base, canon diverges with jgy escaping to dongying successfully - lxc spends a few years brooding, eventually discovers he can't, after all, be Cool and Normal about the person he loves being evil and gone and whatnot, and so quits his job and heads to dongying to find jgy/answers/the will to live. when he finds jgy, he's willing to talk and try and explain himself, nice. he's also cohabiting with sms and they are definitely fucking, less nice. sms is clearly pissed at him showing up, and jgy is... enigmatic. lxc stays the night and then just kind of winds up staying. there's off-kilter domesticity and seething drama and lots of poorly negotiated and communicated about sex. eventually, everyone relaxes just a little, start to grudgingly accept each other, and things just settle into a new normal. probably one of the chillest paths despite all the 'prestige movie where people scream at each other' energy simmering in the background

2. the 'grudging necromancy roadtrip'

if there's one thing songxuexiao has taught us, it's that there's no get-along shirt like your mutual lover's death. I have a chunk of au in the works where lxc resurrects sms in order to enlist his help in freeing + resurrecting jgy, but this could also be an au where sms somehow survived 🤷‍♂️. I like the resurrection angle because it makes everything Worse. regardless; a scenario where sms and lxc grudgingly work together to try and get jgy out of the coffin & return him to life, and in the process are forced to actually talk and Perceive each other for the first time in years. they're both bitterly jealous of what the other had with jgy and in the process of comprehending it start to see the good about each other. this is more focused on the sms/lxc leg of it but jgy's still very present and would ideally, eventually be returned, so i'm counting it

3. the 'bad end in a dating sim vibes' aka the 'this dove is pining for the fjords' option

okay, this isn't so much working as it is - i mean, if your definition of 'working' extends to 'when you kick whatever's malfunctioning a few times until it starts behaving' - look, I just like to sometimes think about a dark xisuyao take on an AU where jgy & sms's burial mounds plot works. jgy respects lxc stating that he never wants to see or speak to him again by, well, sticking him in a nice isolated prison house and never visiting him, which starts to drive lxc a bit off the deep end. sms eventually starts visiting him, originally to gloat but then partly because he's concerned about lxc clearly being suicidal (also still to gloat, he's only human, but really. yikes). this turns into jgy (mainly through sms) trying to coax/seduce lxc into joining him in Jinlintai again. this is both made less and more effective by the fact sms is never passing up an opportunity to flaunt the fact that he has jgy's favor now, ifyougetwhatimean, you know, since YOU didn't want to stay with him - but honestly, sms would also love lxc to come out of prison seclusion and into bed. and well, in this scenario, lxc - out of a mixture of desperate loneliness, excessive rationalization of terrible things, and some miserable horniness for spice - eventually does.

4. the 'hey babe i want to try something new tonight ;)'

this is more 'temporarily working' unless you finagle an au where canon events don't happen, but I'm obsessed with the idea of, during the timeskip, jgy and lxc getting into a relationship, having some exploratory kinky sex, and jgy, after a while, finding a way to work sms into it because he really doesn't want to have a secret affair but he also really wants to fuck sms. and possibly see lxc and sms fuck 👀. lxc and sms both participate with the anticipation it'll go badly, and are both sickened horrified disappointed etc to discover that they're very sexually compatible. the threesome sex is amazing. jgy keeps on suggesting doing it again and they can't really protest. they might actually have to start talking at parties if this keeps up, if only to coordinate nights. honestly I just love thinking about lxc and sms being incredibly grumpy about actually enjoying the set-up while jgy sits in the back going 'all according to keikaku'.

5. the 'wartime summer romance: trio edition: drama!!' one

this one is the least developed but I love the idea of some scenario where sms, having just been kicked out of/fled/etc the Lan Sect, encounters Meng Yao right around the time he picks Lan Xichen up, and pitches in to help save him (partly because he's hoping that if he helps save LXC's life maybe whatever questionable thing he did will be made up for) and the on-the-run romance becomes a confused three-way affair. lxc is starry-eyed over both the courageous young bookkeeper and soft-spoken outer disciple that saved him, sms has been crushing on lxc for years and is conflicted over something happening now but doesn't have the will to stop it or tell lxc about whatever shit he did, my has forged instant 'one foot in one foot out of the cultivation world' solidarity with sms and they're planning a summer wedding; and he is, of course, VERY into lxc as well, and basically they have an intense stupid teen romance until they hit civilization and things start to fall apart. sms' Whatever He Did (dependent on canon source) comes to light & lxc is betrayed, the three of them split up as lxc heads back to the Lan & my goes to spy on the Wen, etc...

...I kind of love the potential of this take because while it's more a beginning, than a 'working out', it opens the door to xisuyao feeling like a more. cohesive triad than any other take. I feel like lxc's relationship with jgy would be a little more wary, coming off his feelings of personal betrayal around sms, but he can't fully disregard or forget sms either - and things are further complicated by him being suspicious that sms had told jgy the truth, in the past, and jgy had chosen to conceal it as well... yeah, overall this is cheating because it's more scenario than endgame, but lbr, I was running out of ending ideas and this scenario compels me. 🤷‍♂️

now who wants to get in the xisuyao canoe with me

[eatsbop]

@kaasjee Grandchild. I don't know how lmao but I found some weird crumbs

A.

Let's have an AU where we pretend that because their dad is such an asshole, Dowoon and Yeonwoo were separated at an early age due their parents' marriage annulment.

Custody of Yeonwoo was awarded to their mom and Dowoon's to their dad. After Dowoon's death, Yeonwoo returned to SK (because he was somewhere, maybe living next door from me lmao) to say goodbye to his bro and maybe (definitely) kick some delinquents' asses but when he was about to do that he witnessed an act of juvenile delinquency that is Seong Taehoon embodiment of depression and chaos trying to commit mass murder.

It's up to Yeonwoo to save his brother's only friend from topping the 9 o'clock news as SK's Next Top Murderer.

B.

Or alternatively, take all those then do a sudden swerve and this time Yeonwoo actually hates Taehoon because he's the harbinger of his brother's misfortune and ruin. But how can soft Yeonwoo hate someone so pitiful (and ready to dip any minute) for more than week?

He actually can't. (Besides no one can hate Taehoon more than Taehoon hates himself.)

Or you know, after Yeonwoo Liberation, Taehoon and Yeonwoo became friends (Taehoon somehow managed not to mention Dowoon's name every 2 seconds, he just acted hard pressed over something so Yeonwoo's oblivious of his brother and Taehoon's friendship in the past).. and then one day they met at the columbarium.

"You're visiting someone, Taehoon-ssi?"

*regular Taehoon cheerful passive aggressiveness* "No, ye? Whachathink, nerd-ssi? I came to bury myself?"

"Why are you.. the way you are.."

*scoff, ear blushing* "I'm here to visit my best friend."

*Yeonwoo sad smile* "I'm here to visit my brother.."

*sad moment of silence, Taehoon tries to crack a joke, they keep walking, bantering while they do, they ultimately reached their destination, they're visiting the same person*

C.

Or maybe what I want the most is Dowoon alive so an AU where Yeonwoo is trying to save his brother.. because THIS 14 FEET SENTIENT TOWER OF SENSELESS VIOLENCE CAN'T POSSIBLY BE A GOOD INFLUENCE TO MY BROTHER- oh shit they're hugging why are they hugging why AND RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE INTERSECTION.

Or Yeonwoo basically just stalking Dowoon and trying to figure out why he picked Taehoon over their "well-meaning" father.. and Dowoon and Taehoon putting on a show because this nerdy younger brother gives the most hilarious reactions.. and just, you know? They can, why not.

Them having a fun time, and pranking Yeonwoo who's affronted by how shameless they are.

"It's just a prank! Come on, Yeonwooyah!"

"WAS IT, HYUNGNIM. WAS IT. THEN WHY ARE YOU STILL HOLDING HANDS?!"

*Taehoon eyeroll* "I got another hand, wanna hold it?"

Also the thought of Taehoon and Yeonwoo being younger than Dowoon is nice because I too want to herd leopards.

D.

Or maybe Dowoon and Yeonwoo are half brothers and after what happened (he magically survived ssshhh all is self indulgent, I'm here to have a good time), Dowoon started living with his mom and her new family. But then he noticed the situation his half brother is in and just ?? For real, Mom? How do you keep finding guys like my dad?

"Taehoon-ah, help me. My little bro.."

"Just 1080 the old guy. Why-"

"TAEHOON-AH."

So they somehow managed to drag Yeonwoo (after Taehoon beat him up "You asked me to do it!" "NO, I asked you to help me! Oh, no! His nose is bleeding!" "Mine too! He punched me!" "OH NO! Is your fist alright, Yeonwooyah?!" "HEY YOU, DIPSHIT-") and stash him at Yoo Hobin Co. HQ (cause where else can you find all the beef brained shenanigans applied in real life?) to give him a taste of freedom.

Anyway, Yoo Hobin and company thought they were only helping their sweet dude Dowoon babysit his brother.. but what in shit is this obtuse love triangle?

Basically Dowoon and Taehoon started trying to one up each other.

"Come along, little Yeonwoo. I'll show you something fun."

"Don't listen to him, Yeonwooyah, I got something better."

And so on and so on until they're throwing hissy fits at each other.

"Wow, Lee Dowoon! You seriously stole Jihyeok's scooter and rode it with your little bro when you have zero experience driving?!"

"I borrowed it and Jihyeokssi taught us-"

"YA? He's such a good teacher that's why your arm is broken! Good going! That's your definition of fun?! Cracking your head on the pavement?! Well, you missed why don't you go for another spin?!"

"Look, I understand where you're coming from but you don't have to yell at me.. I'm just standing here."

"Oh? Sorry. I thought I'd need to raise my volume to get through your numbskull!"

...

"What did you do to my brother, why is his hair purple?!"

"Dude, yours is brown. What got your panties in a twist.. chill."

"You know this is natural! Do you have any idea how sickening purple would look paired with his uniform?!"

"Exactly! I wanna know how far he can pull it off. Wait, were you yelling at me?!"

And day by day Yeonwoo gets more confused. He decided he needs to put an end to these weird outdoor life lessons.

"Uh, Hyung.. I appreciate what you and boyfriend are trying to do but.. I'm worried this would cause a rift in your relationship if-"

"Who's my what?.."

"Your.. boyfriend? Taehoon?"

"AJAHSHSJSJ NO. WAIT. HE'S NOT. THERE'S A BIG MISUNDERSTANDING HERE."

So Yeonwoo thought to himself, okay change of plans. Lessons will continue but this time he's teaching this two. Because, you know? Yeonwoo cannot accept this level of stupid. And perhaps he wants to get even? Lol

"So.. he's not your boyfriend?"

"LMAO WHERE DID THAT EVEN COME FROM. YOU SO FUNNY YEONWOOYAH."

"Okay. Got it. So, can I take him?"

Dowoon stopped laughing and Imma stop here too cause I'm confused too. What's going on here.

Here are a bunch of nonsense, Kassy. No brain cell was harmed during the typing of all these letters. In fact, all my brain cells ain't even bother with me.

[paversandplatters]

||𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚙|| (3/20)

Apocalypse! Au (TW! Minor gore and cussing)

Reader x multiple

Chapter 3: A Site to Behold

Nick manages a slow shake of his head as she looks up at the railings of the church choir loft, it’s about 20 feet above them. She reaches for the knife at her hip, pulling the bloodstain instrument from her belt keeping it at the ready. With a few hand signals motioning to follow.

With some great reluctance they begin to ascend the stairs with her cringing slightly as each wooden step creaks softly in protest. Once at the top she realizes that there are three doors two on the left hand wall, both a women's and men’s restroom and at the very end of the narrow walk way is a door slightly ajar leading into what they can assume is storage. With bated breath she listens silently noting that the sound seems to be coming from the women's restroom. loud rattling and scraping of metal against the floor, heavy footsteps marching back and forth; faster and not as clumsily as the cadavers below them were. Chains, she realizes, it sounds like chains.

With a few hand waves they position themselves around the doorway with their backs against the wall she reaches for the handle of the door slowly pushing it open. The rattling of chains and footsteps stop in time with the dull whine the door makes- silence returns. Heart pounding in her ears, she glances towards Nick and George seeing how both are white knuckling their guns In anticipation of the worst.

A moment passes ...

Then another ...

Nothing.

Not a sound.

They glanced between each other- a conversation carries on silently. Who is going to look in? Though the question isn't left unanswered for very long before she takes the first step to move into the doorway, craning her neck to peek at what hellish creature maybe waiting there.

Her breath is caught mid step,She'd been expecting this but somehow the site still caught her off guard. Perhaps it's just the sheer towering height of the thing stood there in the middle of the room- it's figure outlined in the dull orange morning light that’s managed to seep through the cracks and opening of the boarded up window in this dirty abandoned restroom... Or maybe that it’s the bulky metal chains connected to each appendage. Each end of chain is anchored to different areas of the room some to the ceiling, other to the walls and the floor very obviously meant to restrict the movement of this thing. But the most striking feature was the large circular mask on its face bearing no features save a simple smiley face. Much like the biters downstairs a large crudely made cage framed his head connecting to a heavy and equally crudely made metal collar around its neck.

She's frozen, examining the creature before her. The very presence of this thing is almost overwhelmingly terrifying. It's just standing there stock-still faced in the vague direction of the door, covered head to toe in caked blood and dirt. She almost doesn't notice it at first but… it’s shoulders are rising and falling in a slow rhythm. It's breathing. It’s ALIVE.

“Holy shit!”

She must have been caught in her trance too long as Nick’s reaction not only makes her jump but also the person before them suddenly starts to move and reel backwards, thrashing violently like a wild predatory animal trying to escape its bindings. He’s backed himself into a a corner pulling on the chain hard enough she sure his wrists have to have taken some sort damage but he makes no reaction to such. Nick unconsciously stumbles back crashing into George sending them both onto their asses, George whines at the Jostling of his still unattended wounds.

“Nick what the fuck-“ The thought is suddenly cut off as he catches site of the thing before them.

“What isI the fuck is that?!”

George squeals out now three shades paler, be it from the shock or loss of blood. Nick is the first to level his gun at the figure. Instinct takes over as she knocks the gun from his hand the single round missing its target and lodging itself into the rafters above.

“WAIT!” The proclamation is met with two very confused faces.

“He's alive! don't shoot hold your fire.” She doesn't so much ask, as much demands. They exchange a look of complete disbelief, truthfully she knows they can’t be blamed.

“Just hold on they're still alive and obviously being kept here forcibly.” she clarifies. The ominously large figure pauses in its violent thrashing to turn an look in her direction or well the direction of her voice. Can this thing even see? The tension in his posture is enough to let her know he still hasn't let his guard down but is obviously listening to her words. Lord only knows what he's seen and experienced in the time that he’s been shackled here.

Cautiously she steps forward.

“You are alive aren’t you…?” It takes a moment but she’s answered with a curt nod.

“Why are you being kept here…” nothing happens for a long moment before he shrugs. She moves to take another step.

“Can you speak…?” The knife in her hand is still raised and ready. A glance behind her assures that her two companions are poised and ready for back up.

Again he doesn’t speak but his body language tenses a bit more but he doesn't make a move to oppose her coming closer. Boots thump softly against the floor, his breathing sounds labored now, likely exhausted.

“You’re injured aren’t you..?” The massive figure takes a moment to tilt his head questioningly before nodding.

“I can help, I won’t hurt you unless you hurt me… understand?”

Another nod. Good this makes this much less complicated. When her hand finds his arm, it’s quickly yanked from her grip drawn backward away from her in protest.

“Woah hold on big guy it’s just me, I have to check you over… make sure you’re not infected or something. “

He slowly stills, allowing her hand to rest on his forearm.

She begins to narrate her next steps as she moves her hands to grab the bottom of his shirt. there's too much blood, dirt and grime on the garment to be able to tell the extent of the wounds there. The shirt ends up being peeled off, having been stuck to the skin with now long coagulated clumps of blood. It reveals a long gash that starts at the bottom of his ribcage curved down to just under his left hip. She has no idea how he still holding together- from the looks of it his guts should be spilling out onto the floor. She’s not sure whether or not to call this a miracle or some hellish punishment he’s meant to endure. Continuing on to check him over, there are numerous blossoming bruises and welts, all in different stages of healing. she swears she that one of his ribs is poking out at an odd angle. The more she inspects the more it sickens her to look at.

“You’ve really been through hell haven't you..” there is no response to her words.

“He’s clean. No bites just fucked up.” She calls out confirming her findings to party waiting in the doorway.

“That thing is really alive…?” the Brit mutters out still looking on with complete shock still settled into his features.

“So now what? He must have been chained for a reason, are you just gonna let him out..?” Nick questions voice obviously portraying his concern. Again she doesn’t blame him, there’s no evidence to suggest any of this is a good idea.

“He could’ve killed me already if he wanted… besides he knows he’s out numbered..”

“What- you’re not actually going to- y/n no absolutely not!” George squawks protest.

“I can’t just leave him here.” Y/n confirms, hands already in her pocket fishing for the one of the most invaluable items she owns: a hair pin.

“He could be a murder for all you know!”

“Like we aren’t..?” She mutters back. In the two years the worlds gone to shit, survival comes at any cost- even at the expense of other people lives. It’s a harsh reality sure, but what other choice is there? You do what you can to keep moving, if you’re lucky you find a party that’s willing to move with you for the sake of safety in numbers and a common goal. George of all people should be aware of that more than anything…

With out any further words of protest, she produces the pin from her pocket setting to work on freeing his arms and legs first. He keeps to himself but begins to tremble slightly. It’s takes some time and finessing, but shackles clatters to the ground one by one. The only thing that remains on his person is the cage and mask on his head.

“You’re too tall, lean down so I can get that stupid thing off you.”

He bows his head almost eagerly, nearly folding himself in half trying to grant her as much access as possible. The angle is awkward, making the task that much harder, none the less after a few minutes of fidgeting the collar pops open. Just as soon as it does his hands fly to his neck, desperate to remove the cage. He tosses it aside, and frantically his hands reach to the back of his head pulling the straps of the mask still stuck on his face. With sheer brute force it’s pulled free, joining the cage at the other end of the room.

Suddenly she’s met with wild green eyes that peek out under from long wavy dirty blonde hair. Just barely, able to make the faint marking of freckles on his face before he turns quickly to stare down at the two men guarding the doorway. The cloth gag in his mouth is pulled free as if were made of paper.

His voice rings out raw and cracked.

“they’ll be back soon.”

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[ co-written with @that-non-binary-yeet ]

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fandom: boku no hero academia

genres: angst, drama, darkfic, villain au

warnings: none for now

word count: 1.8k

a/n: hey bitches, pretty sure we wrote this in the span of 6 hours all together or something so here it is :D I'm actually so excited to post this cause it's my first time creating something with this talented mf (@that-non-binary-yeet) and they're so good at writing so go follow them. anyway, I hope you guys like it :')

prologue ii || prologue iii || prologue iv

It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. He was supposed to be the next number one hero, the one that always had a smile on his face. He was supposed to be All Might’s successor, the poster child for hope & peace and all that bullshit; that was his dream. At least that’s what he thought his dream was. Nothing is set in stone: plans change all the time. After all, the world isn't as predictable as we’d like to think it is.

Izuku Midoriya: UA traitor, a mole for the League of Villains. Who would’ve thought? Unsuspecting, kind, always willing to help, the very last person you would’ve dreamt of to drive a knife right through the backs of every hero.

Looking back on it, it made him laugh, maybe even grimace a little too. He was so naive, too willing to take each and every person’s words as truths. Now, the thought was almost sickening: ‘becoming a hero’ he couldn’t believe that used to be his goal. Never again would that thought cross his mind. He couldn’t afford to have something as childish as that holding him back. The people from his past were of no use to him if their ideals weren’t aligned with his.

They were all deluded, delusional, even, to think that the heroes were there to help them. Deku scoffed, the memory of his first doubts about their ‘protectors’ surfacing in his mind.

= 5 months prior =

“What do you have to lose Deku?”

Blood stained the soles of his shoes, heavy breaths filling in the near-deafening silence. It was supposed to be a training camp for the class, an opportunity to develop their quirks and learn from one another. As fate would have it, things were never as simple as that for the students of UA. Bakugo had been taken, Deku separated from his classmates; everything was falling apart too fast for them to fix. Nothing was working and everyone was becoming desperate.

Muttering to himself wasn’t getting him anywhere, and it certainly wasn’t going to help him find Bakugo. He felt like he was running in circles, pretending he was getting somewhere for a fleeting moment before finding himself back in the same spot he was in only seconds before.

“Focus, Izuku,” he muttered, his frustration increasing. It was only a matter of time before someone came across them. The League always seemed to be one step ahead of them, no matter how many shortcuts they took. It was like playing a two-person game at an arcade, except the villains had all the cheat codes.

‘Get in their heads, Izuku, think how they think’

His time was running out - Bakugos time was running out. He was wasting valuable time trying to find the safest way to possibly get him back. He racked his brain for what seemed like ages when a dangerous thought pushed its way through.

‘If the villains aren’t playing by the rules, then why should I? They’re not hesitating to do whatever it takes to secure their victory, so I should do the same. Right?’

Izuku nearly got mental whiplash. ‘What kind of hero thinks that? We’re taught to rescue and save people in the least risky way possible, not… that.’

He scolded himself, the thought lingering in the back of his mind even as he pushed them to the side. It felt illegal to even think about risking the lives of so many others just to save one person.

“Oh, I can smell the innocence all the way from over here,” a cold voice laughed. “So naive to think that there’s an easy way out.”

He knew. He didn’t have to turn around to see who it was: he’d recognize that voice from anywhere.

“Shigiraki,” Izuku greeted him, his voice stony. It took all of Deku’s strength to keep his body from shaking, sensing the villain getting closer with each breath he took.

“How nice to see you again. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Not long enough for my taste, but it’ll do,” he responded, his words dripping with venom.

“You’re scared shitless right now, aren’t you?” he snickered. “You’re doing a pretty poor job of hiding it.”

“Cut the bullshit, Shigiraki. What do you want?” There was no point in small talk. His friend was in danger and he didn’t have the luxury of wasting time.

“Someone’s up past their bedtime,” Shigiraki jeered. Izuku’s throat tightened, trying to swallow the anger that was rising quicker than he would have liked.

“I don’t have the time for this so either you hand over Kacchan or go waste someone else's time.”

“Ah, but that is where you’re wrong, young Midoriya.” This caught his attention. “I have a proposition for you.”

“Unless it’s Katsuki, there’s nothing you could offer me that I would want.”

“You may be right,” he shrugged, “but, maybe you should listen before giving your final answer.”

He took a step closer to the hero-in-training, waiting for his response.

“Fine. I’ll bite,” he snapped. Finally, for the first time in their conversation, Deku’s eyes met with piercing red ones.

“Wise decision.” he sneered. Midoriya kept his mouth shut, waiting expectantly for the offer. He was well aware that the longer he waited, the more danger his friends could be in, and the harder it would be to get Bakugo back.

“The League is looking for new blood. New faces.”

The words that left Tomura’s mouth were not the ones that Deku had expected. “Why should I care? They’ll be nothing more than new weeds I’ll be unrooting anyway,” he assured coldly.

“I don't think you’re hearing what I’m saying,” Shigiraki agitated, his patience wearing thin. He stared down Deku, their gazes locking. “We want you to join the League.”

There was a moment where his words hung heavily in the air. A second later, a clear laugh broke the eerie quietness around them.

Izuku laughed, a real, full laugh. His nerves dissipated, even if it was only for a second, as he listened to Shigiraki.

“You’ve got to be kidding me? Join you?” He breathed out in disbelief. “You do know I’m going to a school dedicated to training the next generation of heroes, right?”

“That’s exactly why we need you; you’re on the inside,” Shigiraki spoke, a small smirk beginning to form on his lips. “You’re the last person they would suspect.”

Though he tried to hide it, Izuku was terrified with the way his mind lingered on the offer for a few seconds too long. There was no immediate “no!” that was waiting to tumble off his lips, no dramatic exclamation of rejection.

“You’re disgusting,” Izuku spat, his hesitation leaving a bad taste in his mouth.

‘What the hell was that Izuku?’

Shirigiaki chuckled, noticing the pause in the young boy’s response. This was going to be easier than he anticipated.

“You know how corrupt hero society is: the rankings, the social aspect, all of that bullshit. They claim to be there to help the citizens of Japan, but the majority of them care more about what plaque their names can get on, what billboards their faces can be plastered to. You’ve seen it first hand, so why aid the initiative? Why stay and watch the inevitable downfall of the heroes? You and I both know that they’re no match for us. We’re always one step ahead of you, no matter how hard you try. Why not join the rest of us in trying to tear down the same hierarchy that planted that doubt into your head, the doubt that you couldn’t become a hero? Why feed into that when you can show them you can be so much more by joining me?”

“That’s bullshit,” Deku hissed. The heroes were created to keep the peace, to make the world a safer place. Going against them would only send the world into chaos, and who would want that? “The heroes were put in place to help people, unlike you,” he retorted, spitting out the last word like poison in his mouth.

“You’re blinded by false hope, Midoryia,” Shigiraki laughed. “You’re following everyone else's lead, never taking a second to consider what you think, what you want.”

“You don't know what I want.”

“I know enough to know you hate people who abuse their power, who use it to their advantage, to scare people into submission. How is that any different than what the heroes do to everyone? Don’t they use their power to keep everyone in line?”

“It’s- it’s different,” Izuku protested. Was it? The voice in the back of his mind nagged at him, planting a seed of doubt.

“Different how? Because they're ‘good’? It’s all perspective,” he countered.

“They- they are good, you’re the villain, not them.” Deku insisted, saying it in an attempt to convince himself more than anything.

The villain scoffed. “No, that’s the lie you’ve been told your whole life, it’s what you’ve been conditioned to believe.”

Deku was frustrated with himself, frustrated that he was even entertaining such a conversation in the first place. How could he claim to be a hero when he could see where Shigiraki was coming from? He grew up idolizing heroes, never once questioning their authority until this very moment.

Was it all a lie? Everything?

Tomura broke the silence, his rough voice cutting through; “I figured as much.”

“Figured what?” Izuku questioned.

“That you’ll need time to make up your mind, of course.”

“You’re a fool if you think I would ever consider.”

Shigiraki smiled wickedly. “If I’m not mistaken, you already have, haven’t you?”

“No, I haven’t,” he lied. It took all of Midoriya’s strength to keep from letting his words falter.

“You’re lying, Midoryia. I can see it in your eyes. You’ve considered it, thought it out. It’ll take time for you to see the truth, to see that we are right, but you will see it.”

Izuku held his breath, not trusting himself to speak.

“We are not demanding an answer right now. We’ll give you a month to think it over, and hopefully, you will accept my offer and join us.”

It was do or die. He was going into the deal completely blind. Izuku was unaware of the consequences he would face if he didn’t agree, yet he also wasn't ready to find out.

“Fine.”

‘Keep him on the line, keep him on the line. Let him think he’s in control.’

Shigiraki’s calm demeanour broke, his facial features contorting in shock. “Fine?”

“You heard me. I’ll think about it. If I find more pros than cons then there's no reason to not accept.”

Deku made sure to keep his voice even, despite how it threatened to shake with every word.

Shigaraki’s crooked smirk grew ever so slightly. “Easier to convince you than I originally thought.”

“You haven’t convinced me, I said I’d think it over.”

“Fair enough,” he acknowledged. “We’ll be awaiting your answer expectantly, Deku. Until then, I can only hope that we will be on the same side of this war when we encounter each other again.”

The blue-haired villain melted back into the shadows, the forest swallowing his figure. Izuku finally let himself take a shaky breath. Was he actually considering this? He wasn’t sure. It felt like he was having an internal war with himself, his conscience being the battlefield: no matter what conclusion he came to, neither option seemed to be the right one.

[obscureoperations]

I had an idea for a Martin x Scream crossover. (Diclaimer I have not watched scream yet so all of my info is coming second hand from the fanfics I've read)

But like, Martin shows up their school (they're in high school right? God I really need to watch this fuckin movie lmao) as a new student and of course Billy and Stu immediately notice something different about him.

Could you imagine billy and stu doing their whole routine with their victim only to rush into the room for the final blow and find Martin there already chowing down. All three of then are just like 👁 👄 👁.

Or like they're both trying to stalk their victim and accidentally hide in the same bush so they're just silently whisper-arguing to each other like "bro wtf are you doing here?!?!" "I could ask you the same thing!!!!"

Idk I think it's really funny in my head.

-Gotta admit, I haven’t watched any of the Scream movies myself.. Billy and Stu tho.. Both some very interesting lads. I’ve seen clips on Youtube, they’re most likely still in high school, I struggle to put Martin somewhere in the mix.

In an AU where the two would meet, I definitely see it in a college town type of environment. The Duo already knew that that it wont be long till they dominated the town, but they just had to work out certain kinks. One of them seemed to be the problem that most of their pre determined victims always ended up dead, way sooner than either of them could set a hand on them. There were already newspaper clippings all across town.

Missing reports and obituaries all line up with whomever they were stalking at that time. Someone seemed to be one step ahead. It wasn’t possible. they were so smart...the perfect duo! Billy was the first one to notice, and spot the strange boy from across town. He becomes almost obsessed,as though Martin was competing with them for some type of award. Class clown..most likely to succeed. Why weren’t their names in the papers?!

He would do the research, find out where exactly where Martin lived. Who was his part of his family and where they worked. They would repeatedly smoke bomb Cuda’s shop. Once Billy discovered Martin didn’t even go to the same school, it was over. He had to get rid of him, Stu was not convinced. After all there was no such thing as vampires. But as Billy assured, Martin was surely one of them.

 Billy would continue to plan as he always did, Stu a few paces behind.  Everything comes to a head when the two of them decide to stalk Jenny Caruthers. She was the head of the School’s hurdling team, she just happened to attend too many parties. The dean always made a point to put high recommendations in her file. If only she decided to focus.

Billy was anxious as the two of them settled in her driveway, the kill wouldn’t be remotely hard. Various students began to stumble from the driveway yelling jeers and puking onto the lawn. He could already feel the warmth of those track star guts spilling all over his wrists. The heat..the warmth.. the indiscretion. If only her parents could see her when he was through

After about an our, Billy Shoves Stu gesturing for them to go in. An odd sort of snap and gurgle averts their attention to the back yard. 

The lawns were well maintained and landscaped. An almost brand new television rests broken in shards buried in one of the hedges. The slurping sounds become more severe, Stu can vaguely make out a set of glowing eyes.

“Shit..hold on man!” 

His fingers dig into the brunettes wrists. Billy was already lunging forward, knife between his teeth. He falls back against his friend with a muttered curse as the knife falls from his lips. 

“Shhh... look..” Stu prompts, silently begging his friend not to protest. For once, can he set his ego aside? Something was wrong here, Stu had that familiar uneasy feeling settling into the bottom of his chest.  

As the two boys peek cautiously around the corner they can see the silhouette of a shirtless man. His face was buried against the ground, the wet gurgling sounds were bordering on obscene. It was almost like listening to someone trying to slurp up spaghettio’s through a straw. Almost inhuman, they could both hear the sound of teeth scraping bone until--

The man finally lifts his head, moonlight bathed across his exposed torso. Blood drips from his lips in crimson rivulets, in a flicker of movement, glowing eyes point towards the moon-- they were almost a sickening shade of yellow. Stu’s nails dig into Billy’s wrist.

“Dude.. m-maybe we should come back tomorrow...” He whispers. On the inside he wanted to be sick. He watched as the ‘man’ arranges the corpse’s limbs, pinning them to the ground ah he dives in.

With another snap and disgusting gurgle, Stu practically pukes into his hand. The crunching... why was their crunching?!

“Hey! Asshole!” Billy springs the two of them forward. Stu clutches the handle of the knife so tightly it nearly slips from his sweaty grip. 

The shape bounds forward over the fence at an almost preternatural speed. No revving up, or using the ground for momentum. Gone, just like that.

The only reminder of there being an actual person next to the corpse was a heap of clothes. All black, some of it caked in dried blood.  Billy continues to inspect the remains if the girl, allowing a lifeless hand  to flop onto her chest.

“Impressive.” 

“W-whatt?” Stu manages to pant, eyes still glued to he wire fence. It continued to shift and creak under the breeze, he could hear faint rustling in the distance.

“That was--”  Billy lifts the arm of the girl until the resounding snap caused him to drop it.

There was an almost unreadable expression on the brunette’s face as he moves some of the hair away from his eyes. 

“We gotta find him. I think I know who he is..”

~

[jimjamthehorrorman]

"Texas Hold Em'"

(PART TWO of the "Unconditional Love" fic. In this AU, the boys are all alive, modern setting and not cannibals. Just a bunch of eccentric boys with secrets. Hope you enjoy!)

Early morning, a tinge of blue coats the walls like thick paint. You forgot to close the curtains, but this isn't your house, so how would you remember so easily? You wonder if your dog is having a good time lazying up the house with your friend who came to pupsit. But you have other things to worry about, she's in good hands.

The guest room at the boys farm was empty other than an uncomfortable old futon, some strange bone art (as you know, Nubbins and Bubba are quite the taxidermy artists) and the subtle smell of a "cinnamon clove" candle on the dresser that really ties it all together.

The sound of a rooster crowing next to the window reminds you..

"The boys are up already. Today I finally get to meet the notorious 'Chop Top'" you thought to yourself, struggling to get the heavy flannel sheets off so you can get dressed. "first day as a farmhand, that's a step up from gas station attendant."

When Drayton saw how easily you got along with the boys, he realized that you could be a good addition to the farm. Obviously you wouldn't live there full time. You've got your own home and your own life seperate from them, but something draws you there when you have free time. Actually, someone.

Stomping down the hall, you hear boots already mud clodden. Speak of the devil, he knocks at the door frame with a gentle thud. He groans in a way that almost sounds like "are you up?" You see his eye barely peak through the gap in the door.

"I'm getting dressed, Bubba!" You shout, grasping at the sheets to cover yourself. You hear the sound of his heels turning and a slight jog that turns into some thudding and stomping again. He must have been embarrassed because he turned heel, ran, stumbled and hit the lamp in the hall on his way out.

"BUBBA YOU FOOL, YOU DAMNED NEAR BROKE GRANDMA'S GOOD LAMP!"

Drayton's up.

"GODDAMNIT BOY, GO ON OUT AND GET THE TRACTOR STARTED!"

You hope to yourself he isn't like that with you. Poor Bubba.

"You about ready in there Y/N? We've got to get some work done and then we'll get breakfast made." He took a totally different tone with you. It's almost sickening that he can be so nice to you and so mean to his brothers, but you can't complain because he'll do his best to hold his tongue with you around.

"I'll be out in just a few, Drayton! I'm putting my boots on now!"

He chuckled on his way down the hall.

"Chop Top's back from the VA Hospital, so be prepared. He's crazier than any of us." You can't tell if he's joking or dead serious.

You meet Nubbins at the door.

"Hey! Hey Y/N! Bubba wants you to meet the animals and his favorite are the birds! They're so nice, really good tempered! The ducks are his favorite but I think the chickens are mine!"

"Alright! We'll go check them out together, they have to be fed anyways right?"

"Oh yeah! And they eat real good too! Hungry little things!"

He prances down the lane towards a little crooked shack, Bubba's standing outside the door putting buckets of water and feed out for the birds. He just can't stop wearing that pretty mask and suit. He knows how much you like it and you haven't seen the other mask since the day you met. He's dressed to impress and he's going to get his dress boots dirty, you just KNOW it.

The sun's come up as you were coming down the lane and Nubbins, running in his standard silly formation, makes it to the door and slams it open, letting out all the chickens to Bubba's dismay. He hadn't finished putting everything down and now he has to get his shoes muddy to get back to the other side.

He looks to Nubbins and groans loudly, putting his hand up to his masked face. Shaking his head, he walks around the muddy nasty pen and finishes his job. As soon as he sees you he perks up, running out the pen and nearly ripping his good coat on the wire fence.

"Good morning big guy! Thanks for the privacy this morning!" You laugh as you watch his cheeks redden from under the mask. "It's alright you didn't know I was changing. Anything exciting planned for this afternoon?"

He points toward the gate at the end of the midpoint in the driveway, a truck is making it's way out toward the road and you see Drayton, his mouth running like he's cursing his whole way out. His window is closed but you feel for the poor soul on the other end of the phone.

Nubbins runs up and grabs you by the shoulder. "He's going to get Chop Top from the bus station in town! They finally got him out, he's going to get him and we'll have a great time, a hell of a time!"

You've heard wild stories about this guy, and you weren't sure how to feel about him but certainly he would come to be as close to you as the other boys.

Bubba and Nubbins finish doing their jobs while you get some Alfalfa treats for the cattle out back. Who knew these hefty old things were like big dogs themselves? The one with the biggest horns you knew to be "Dolly" the longhorn named by Drayton and his favorite. You give her a couple extra treats for good measure.

It's only been about fifteen minutes since Drayton left, and based on Nubbins' watch, he wouldn't be back for another 45. Now's your chance to get even closer to Bubba. He doesn't talk much but there's a spark and he for sure likes you.

More of an action than words guy, that boy.

"Hubba Bubba, look at you all fancy!" You smile at him, he's got his sleeves rolled up to the elbow, his pant legs rolled to the knee and he's slinging a 50 lb bag of cracked corn into the feeder. He looks down at you, giving you a once over before wiping corn dust off of his tie and jacket. "I'm done with my jobs if you want to go on a walk!"

Bubba giggles to himself before putting the burlap sack on the pile and walking up to you, excited to spend time with you, knowing soon you two can have a snack at the barn.

"So, do you like living on the farm?"

He nods, he loves it here with all the animals, you can tell. He scratches his chin under the mask. He must get hot wearing those all the time and shaves quite often so it must get itchy.

Walking down a hill toward the barn you pass a beaten up old shed. Getting too close to the door he grabs your hand and snags you in close to him. He's shaking his head no.

"What's wrong with the shed, Bub?"

He looks uncomfortable and points to the barn.

"Okay okay, we'll keep moving." You give him a pat on the lower back and keep walking before giving one hesitant glance back at the shed. What's in there and why is he not letting you in? Weird.

Halfway to the barn you realize you're still holding Bubba's hand. He's tangled his fingers up in yours and you feel him gently trailing his thumb around on your hand. He looks down at you every once in a while just to be sure you're comfortable. He's nervous and it's easy to tell.

You try your best to reassure him by doing the same and smiling back each time. He lets out a relieved sigh as you make it to the barn. A decrepit old metal barn from the 50s filled to the top on one side with square bales of hay and the other side a little table with five chairs and a couple of empty stalls sit. The barn is open on both sides other than the back, a torn up old screen sways back and forth in the wind, like a piece of paper held on with tape. Bubba retracts from your hand to pull down some bales with ease, stacking them into something roughly resembling a couch.

He flops down on them with only a slight rustle of the hay, obviously more comfortable than the little rusty metal ones at the table. He sits up and pats the bale beside him. You walk over and flop next to him, looking around to see that Nubbins is nowhere close by, you wrap your hand around his and lean into him. Between the heavy overalls you have on guarding you from the itchy hay and this space heater of a man, you're warm and comfy. Bubba gazes down at you and envelops you in his arms. He too is very comfortable.

---

"I think they're in the house, I couldn't really tell you!"

You hear Nubbins in the distance, it sounds like he's yelling to Drayton and Chop Top but you can't be sure.

They can't possibly be back yet unless...

Bubba's asleep. You were asleep. How long have you been out? How long have they been home? Is Nubbins covering for you?

"Well tell them if you see them before us that Chop Top and I are making lunch and they'll be too late if they don't get themselves up here!" Drayton sounded like he was content for the moment but if you didn't get to the house soon you'd be in big trouble. Footsteps trail around the back of the barn, Nubbins peaks in and whispers loudly to the both of you.

"Get yourselves together love birds! Drayton's gonna whoop my ass if you two don't get in this house soon. It'll be real bad! So hurry on up!" He blows a raspberry at the now awake Bubba who groans at the thought. You look up to see the bottom of his mask has rolled up to reveal a normal looking chin and mouth, a freshly shaven face is hidden by the mask every day and you don't get to see it so this is a glance you didn't expect. As he starts to roll down his mask, you grab his hand. He looks at you scared and worried.

"I'm not going to take it off" you smile at him and he calms, holding onto your hands. "I just want to try something and you have to tell me if you're uncomfortable okay? I won't ever try to make you uncomfortable."

Bubba nods at you, his left hand trailing up your arm, resting on the nape of your neck where he can run his fingers along your hairline. As you lean in for a kiss, he closes the gap. Your lips touch and he pulls you in closer, holding you in his arms.

Bliss. You may have been kissed before, but he was a whole other ballgame. He had never kissed before and there was a level of touch starvation that he was trying to cope with upon this embrace. He was holding you and being held by you at the same time and he was beyond happiness.

Bubba's depraved lips were soft as silk and cherry flavored as they grazed over yours, his cologne thick but not overpowering smelt of burning oak wood in a crackling fireplace. The only fire here is one of desire and soon you would both be burning. His hands crept up and down your back and hips, trailing over your hands and back to your hair. Soon enough you felt smooth shaven skin and soft pillowy lips crawling down your chin and neck, circling your shoulder. You were completely and utterly surrendered and victim to his tender embrace.

*horribly obnoxious phone ringing*

Bubba breathed hard letting you go, a sigh escaping his lips as he pulled his mask down again. You reach into your pocket and pick up the phone. Of course, Drayton was getting finicky.

"Where are you kids? Your jobs couldn't have taken that long!"

"Sorry Drayton we'll be right there!" He hung up and you could see the dissapointment in Bubba's eyes. You were dissapointed too but relieved because you weren't sure how far that could have gone. "Sorry Bubba, Drayton wants us at the house."

He grunted as he stood up, helping you up after him. He held your hand as you walked back to the house. You didn't get a snack, instead you got a whole lot of a hot take.

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The birds squawked and cooed softly as you passed by, echoing the same calmness that filled the breeze. In that breeze came the smell of lunch: a mixture of fried eggs, bacon, fried apples, little crunchy potatoes and fresh squeezed orange juice. The taste of cherry carmex chap stick still lay thick on your lips as Bubba walked beside you.

It was going to be the best job you could ever have dreamed of.

[gokailyger84]

(werewolf au) brian and dan are having a night out somewhere. suddenly they're approached by some weirdos who mean trouble, maybe violence. brian feels the need to protect dan so willingly transforms, acting as both as sort of a guard dog and an attack dog for dan in the moment. there are bites and claw slashes and beatings (from the others) until b successfully fends them off. they're both shaken, and later once back stay by each other's side but dan wants brian in human form for added comfort

Dan stretched his arms up high above his head.

“Fuck man! That was so much fun!”

Bri/an smile, glancing up at his partner.

“Glad you had a good time.”  

Dan wrapped an arm around Bri/an’s shoulder, pulling him closeand pressing a kiss to his forehead, causing Bri/an to blush.

“Of course I had a good time.  The company was an importantfactor too.”

Bri/an playfully rolled his eyes and nudged Dan off of him.  Danlet him.

He knew Bri/an still had trouble accepting his affection, now thathe was showing it more outside of full moon nights.  

While Dan knew of Bri/an’s feelings and he knew of Dan’s, theywere taking things very slowly.  

Bri/an still had a lot of internal issues and Dan didn’t want tooverwhelm him.  He would remain patient.  Knowing Bri/anwas more than worth waiting for.  

Even if he didn’t think so himself.

It was a nice surprise when Bri/an worked up the courage to askhim out on a date.  Taking Dan to dinner and surprising him withtickets to a sold out Phil Collins concert.  

Now, they were on their way back to Bri/an’s car, which wasseveral blocks away, due to lack of parking in the area of the venue.

But the walk was nice.  The night sky clear.  A crescentmoon hung low amongst the street lights and a cool breeze taking theedge off the L.A. summer heat.

Bri/an and Dan walked together in companionable silence.  Theirarms occasionally brushing against each other.  

Dan was staring off into the distance, while Bri/an was thinkingof how to invite Dan to stay the night at his place.  Usuallythe only times he stayed over were the full moon nights.  Thistime he didn’t have that excuse.

Bri/an just wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to ask, since theywere taking the dating thing slowly and Bri/an’s anxiety couldspike at the worst of times but he really liked being with Dan.  

Besides it wasn’t like anything would happen.  

He knew Dan would never push him to do something he wasn’t readyfor.  At most, Bri/an just wanted to be held.  

The same way Dan would hold him when he was in wolf form.  

A muffled gasp, pulled Bri/an from his thoughts.  His hearinghaving improved greatly, due to his condition slowly merging with hishuman form.

Looking over in Dan’s direction, Bri/an froze, seeing Danstaring back at him with wide, fear-filled eyes.  

A man stood behind Dan, holding one of his arms behind his back atan awkward angle and a hand covering his mouth.  

Two more men stood on either side.  Both grinning cruelly atBri/an.  Their grips tightening around the knives they held inhis direction.

“Looks like we hit the jackpot boys.”  The man holdingDan said.

The man to the left nodded.

“Yeah, we saw you two being all lovey dovey.  It wassickening.“

“Kinda makes ya feel a little jealous, actually.  Butnot all of us can have a sugar daddy, can we?”  The manholding Dan sneered.

Bri/an felt his eye twitch in annoyance.  

It wasn’t the first time someone assumed as much of his andDan’s friendship and partnership.

“What do you want?”  Bri/an calmly asked, all the whiletrying to suppress the growing anger bubbling deep within him.

“Danny trouble!  Help Danny!”

“Shut up!  We have to be careful!”

“Let me!  Save Danny!  No coward!”

Suddenly, Bri/an found himself slamming into a brick wall.  Hecried out  in surprise as he hit the ground hard.

Dan let out a muffled yell, struggling against his captors.

Shaking his head, Bri/an glared up at the man standing above him. The one who had just punched him in the head, while he wasdistracted.

“It’d be wise not to space out with your fuck toy’s safetyon the line.”  

Bri/an climbed back to his feet, grunting out a half apology andreaching for his wallet.  

“You know what?”  The man holding Dan said.  Bri/anlooked up at him suspiciously.

“Fuck the money.  I think I’d rather keep this one.”

Dan’s eyes widened further as Bri/an felt his blood run cold.

“I think you’re right.  Having our own fuck toy sounds ahell of a lot more fun than buying more booze.” One of the othermen said as he walked over, grabbed Dan’s crotch and squeezed, causing him to wince in pain.

Bri/an’s eyes widened.

"STOP IT!!!”

One of the men laughed, looking at Dan.

“Uh oh.  Looks like daddy didn’t like that.”  Hesaid.  

“Yeah, maybe we should fuck him right here.  Let the oldguy watch.”  

The man holding Dan, grabbed him by the hair, yanking his headback, causing Dan to cry out in pain.

Bri/an felt something within him snap.

“LET OUT!!!”

Bri/an’s teeth clenched tightly.  

He dropped to all fours.  

His body pulsing as it grew larger.

The sounds of fabric ripping, filling the night air.

“WHAT THE FUCK!!!”

“OH MY GOD!!!”

What normally took several minutes, only lasted a few seconds asBri/an let out a bone-chilling howl.

The men had no time to react before having their vision filledwith a six foot, extremely angry wolf.

Bri/an clamped his jaws down into the soft flesh of one of themen’s forearm, ignoring the pained screams of his victim.  

Seeing movement out of the corner of his eye, Bri/an released hishold and lunge at the man coming at him with his knife swinging.

Bri/an managed to dodge most of the attacks but he could feel thesting from the ones he didn’t.

He didn’t let that slow him down, though.  Ripping andtearing into the man.  His cries falling on deaf ears.

“Fuck this, man!”

Bri/an looked up to see the man holding Dan, backing away slowly.

Snarling as he glared at the one threatening Danny.

Bri/an stalked closer.  

The man looked around nervously, seeing his comrades groaning inpain on the ground.  There would be no help from them.

“Let my Danny go!”  Bri/an growled out.

The man gasped in surprise, hearing the, once human, wolf nowspeaking to him.  He backed up another step and moved his handfrom covering Dan’s mouth, down to his neck and began to squeeze.  

Bri/an’s growling increased in volume, his ears flat against theback of his head, tail held high.

“Let go or I kill.”  Bri/an warned, taking another stepforward.

Sweat began to trail down the man’s face as he weighed hisoptions.

With a frustrated shout, he roughly shoved Dan into Bri/an’sdirection and took off at a run back down the alleyway, leaving hisinjured comrades behind.

Bri/an quickly stood up on his hind legs and caught Dan’sstumbling form, stabilizing him.

Taking a quick glance over Dan and seeing that he was okay, Bri/anmoved to go after the retreating man.

A hand tightening around his arm stopped him.

“Bri/an, don’t!  Fuck him.  He’s not worth it.”

Bri/an stared at Dan for a moment before nodding and wrapping hisarms around him, pulling him close.

“Okay.  No go.  Danny safe. What matters.”

Dan let out a shaky breath, burying his face into Bri/an’s fur.

“Let’s go home.”  He said.

“Yes.  Go home.”  Bri/an agreed.

Pulling from the comfort of Dan’s arms, Bri/an walked over tothe pile that was his shredded clothes.  He winced, clutchinghis bleeding side as he tried to bend down and pick up his wallet andkeys.

“I got it Bri/an. Just take it easy.”  Dan said, pickingup the items and clothes.

Bri/an nodded, lowering himself to all fours. He slowly followedDan out of the alley and back onto the main sidewalk.

Once they reached Bri/an’s car without further incident, Danhelped Bri/an into the passengers seat.  

After climbing into the drivers side and turning the engine on,Dan cast Bri/an a worried look, seeing the bloody matted areas of furon his body.

“Will you be okay, Bri?  That’s…a lot of blood.”

Bri/an just nodded, as he closed his eyes and willed himself tochange.  

Dan kept his eyes firmly fixed on Bri/an.  Watching as hisbody shifted and morphed from wolf to human.

Letting out a tired sigh, Bri/an grabbed a torn piece of his shirtto cover himself with, then let his body sag back into the car seat.

Satisfied seeing Bri/an’s now fully healed body, Dan pulled outof the parking lot and began the drive home.

He ignored just how tightly his hands were gripping the steeringwheel.

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Dan ran out of his house and opened the passenger door.  

“Here you go, Bri/an.”  He said.

He bent down helping Bri/an out of the car, glancing aroundquickly to make sure no one was watching, and wrapping a robe aroundhis nude body.

They slowly made their way to the front door, Bri/an stumblingseveral times, Dan the only force keeping him from falling.

Shutting and locking the door behind them, Dan led them into hisbedroom.   Bending down, Dan lifted  Bri/an up and placedhim onto the bed.  He then went to his dresser and pulled out apair of boxers and helped Bri/an put them on.

Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, Dan reached out a hand andgently caressed the side of Bri/an’s face.  Bri/an groanedsoftly, leaning into the touch.

“Are you okay, Bri?”  

Bri/an slowly opened his eyes and looked up at Dan.  His lipsquirked up into a small smile.  

“Yeah.  Fine.  Just tired.  Never changed thatfast before.”  He said.

Dan let out a shaky laugh, shaking his head.

“That was amazing.  Never seen you so angry before.”

“Wasn’t just me.”  Bri/an said.  He took Dan’shand and placed it onto his bare chest directly over his heart.  

Dan leaned down, pressing his forehead against Bri/an’s andclosed his eyes.

Bri/an frowned.  He could feel slight tremors.

Dan was shaking.

“Fuck.”  Dan swore.

His other hand coming up and tightly gripping Bri/an’s shoulder. 

“I was so scared…so fucking scared.  They wanted…weregoing to…”  

Bri/an took a deep breath and with what little strength he hadleft, wrapped his arms around Dan and pulled him onto the bed next tohim.  

Dan immediately pressed into Bri/an’s side, tangling their legstogether and burying his head into Bri/an’s neck.  

“Bri/an.”  He choked out.

“It’s okay.”  Bri/an said, running his hands throughDan’s hair.  

“You’re safe.  You’re safe.  I’m here.”  

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”  Dan sobbed.

“Bri/an, don’t let go!  Please don’t let me go!”

Bri/an tightened his hold, ignoring the tears welling up in hiseyes.

“I won’t. Never. I swear it.”  Bri/an whispered,pressing a kiss onto Dan’s forehead, wiping away the tears.

“We’ve got you.” He said, giving Dan’s cheek a gentlelick.

“Always.”

“Yes, always.”