#and i'd just have to reply 'Yeah but my head was bitten off by the creature'

[whatawonderart]

i had a slightly insane dream last night where my head was bitten off by a creature and it started piloting me like a mech

[hatkuu]

loosely based drabble ficlet off of this @inkyquince reblog (the tags inspired me ahah)

m!kylar x gn! reader

tw: discussions of marriage, (it's kylar), it's smut turned fluff... yeah.

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"N-No- (Name), you- you don't h-have to--"

"Kylar. I want to do this."

He chews his bottom lip between his teeth, swallowing heavy as you toy with the fabric of his school shorts. Kylar whimpers as your hands graze against his swollen hard on, gasping when you smile up at him and press your cheek against his clothed cock. Your hands snake across the expanse of his thighs, laying dormant as Kylar trembles, hands twitching eagerly above you.

"You did such a good job protecting me, you know?" You press a loving kiss to him, your eyelashes fluttering against the fabric of his shorts like butterflies on heliotropium. "I really appreciate you... I want to show you how much you mean to me--"

"I really appreciate you too!" Kylar blurts out, blushing profusely, grabbing you under your armpits and lifting you up as if you were a kitten rather than his lover. "I want to-- I want to keep you safe and, and if you'd let me, I'd take you a-away from this town I--" Kylar stops himself, beathing deep to compose himself for you. "I want to make you the happiest in the world-- and I-- I'll do whatever you want me to!" You pout at Kylar, your cheeks just as flushed as his own. Nevertheless, you still lean into his touch, absorbing all the meaning of his words.

"This was supposed to be about you-- not about making me happy!"

Kylar smiles bashfully, his hands sliding from your armpits to your waist as he guides you towards himself in a passionate embrace. His head falls forward into the crux of your neck and you feel the ghost of a smile still upon his lips. Dark tressles of hair brush against your skin, all you can smell is the uniquely spicey scent of Kylar and the new rose-scented shampoo you coaxed him into using. It's nice. He's started taking your self-care advice more. His nails are cleaner, less bitten down by anxiety and overthinking. His skin is clearer, less dry and scabbed over. His eyebags, still prominent, have faded to a pale green rather than the sickly purple they once were. You return his embrace, slowly tracing your fingers in small repetitive circles across his back. Kylar hums appreciatively, nuzzling further into your neck, softly pressing a thankful kiss against your skin. He murmurs against your skin, though you don't catch the words.

"Hmm?"

You wordlessly ask, still tracing soft circles against the clothed skin of his back.

"I'm going to marry you," Kylar replies, oh so casually against you, pressing another kiss to your jaw. Though, this kiss is far less gentle than the last. It's lovingly possessive, and you can feel the remnants of his saliva against your jaw when he parts from you. You look to meet his gaze. His eyes are consumed with so many emotions, something you cannot translate for the life of you. A light, shiny sheen of sweat coats his forehead, his hair sticking to it at haphazard angles. You reach for it, gently pushing the hairs back for him. Kylar's gaze never falters. "You'll be my spouse-- and, and we'll just have eachother and--"

"Yeah? We can if you'd like to."

Kylar smiles even wider, the possessiveness morphing into unbridled, overwhelming joy. "R-Really? You-- You want to get married?"

You hum affirmatively, leaning forward to press a kiss against his forehead.

"Kylar..."

His breath hitches as you breath his name from your perfect lips. You utter it like a prayer, like something worth saying. Kylar groans, unashamed at the pleasure that wracks his body. You feel so, so good. He never wants to let you go.

"...Don't you think we should... consummate our marriage?"

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Bitten

Pairing: Vampire!Shanks x AFAB!reader

Warnings: NSFW, biting, this got graphic fast, doggie, oral (fem receiving) P in V, fingering, cum drinking, squirting, feeding, groping, aftercare, overstimulation,

It was the night of the full moon, and it wasn't just any full moon, it was a blood moon. Most of the red hair pirates had gone to bed, in fear of a superstition that the blood moon was an ill omen that brought out the monsters in men's hearts. Only you, Shanks and Benn were awake past lights out to view the celestial spectacle.

"Careful there sweetheart, you might not want to lean on the railing right now. One stray wave, and you'll go straight into the drink." Benn rumbled from his lounge chair on by the mast.

You stood up straight and grumbled, "I've fallen overboard before, and you didn't have a problem bringing me back up."

"Yeah, but that was during the daytime when we could see, if you fall in and don't come up then you are as good as gone." Benn retorted, flicking the ash off the tip of his cigarette into the breeze. "And when the rest of the crew was awake to help."

You rolled your eyes playfully, "fine, fine," and strolled over and plopped down on the couch Shanks was sitting on. The red head wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled your back against his side. Shanks kissed the crown of your head and mumbled, "wise choice love, we wouldn't want to wake the crew, or worst lose you."

Your hands gripped his forearm as you got into a comfortable position. The warmth of his body seeped into your skin as you relaxed against him.

"If you were gone, I'd have to find someone else to tease for my amusement." Shanks added, before his lips danced over your neck. A shrill squeak ripped from your throat at the tickling feeling, you tried to escape him, but the tightly muscled arm around you just tightened.

"Benn! Help me." You whined, "Your boss is being mean to me."

"You're fine, he doesn't bite... Well t least not often," Benn replied, leaning back in his chair and taking a drag off the cigarette held between his fingers.

You glared at him out of the corner of your eye and growled, "he might not, but I do." You twisted behind you and sink your teeth in Shanks's neck. The tall man groaned, "oh fuck, darling." His hand slide down and squeezed your breast, making you moan around the mouthful of his hot skin. His breath fanned over your shoulder as a chuckle rumbled in his chest, "I didn't know you liked biting, I must admit that I usually prefer to be the one doing the biting, but don't mind indulging you."

"If you two are going to go any further, fuck off to your own room, and let me enjoy this night by myself." Benn growled.

Shanks chuckled, "so you don't want to watch? How unlike you, but fine." He shifted his hold around you and picked you up. Purely out of spite you refused to release your bite, as he carried you below deck. He kicked open the door to his room, the carmine colored moon light poured in from the large bay windows, making your partner's usually very cozy room quite eerie. As he made his way over to the large bed in the center of the room, the smell of your captain flooded your nose making you quite giddy. Shanks plopped both of you down onto his plush bed. "Are you gonna let go, love?" Shanks huffed, dragging you to the head of the bed. When you didn't let go, Shanks's hand dove up your shirt, and he yanked on your nipple. The yelp he pulled from you allowed him to pull away, he reared up and sat on his heels. His brown eyes took in your form, before focusing on your chest. He pushed your shirt up until it bunched at your collar bone and circled his thumb in a soothing manner over the bud he had been rough with.

"There we go, now my turn." Shanks purred before diving at your chest, nipping and sucking at the skin around your areola. His stubble leaving a pleasant burning sensation in his wake that made heat pool between. You gasped and squirmed, trying to rub your thighs together for some relief when Shanks pried your legs apart and laid himself between them. "Oh no, no, no, you don't get to pleasure yourself, only I get that honor." Shanks whispered as he rested his chest against yours, sinking you deeper into the crimson covers of his bed. He hummed in amusement as he trailed his nose from your chest up to your neck and his hand gripped your wrist and pinned it above your head.

"Shanks, please kiss me." You panted, while trying to tilt your hips, so you could grind against his stomach.

The look he gave you was almost feral, but he made no move to kiss you. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you..." He said, suddenly quite serious, all traces of lust gone from his voice. "Bust I'm worried it might scare you off."

You scoffed, "darling, I've seen you behead a man, there are very few things that you could tell me that would scare me off."

"Even if I told you I'm not human anymore?" He asked, "and that I need something besides normal food to survive?"

You frowned, and searched his eyes only to find that no deceit in them. "What do you need to survive?"

A hesitance overtook your brave companion, giving him pause before he responded, "blood."

"I still love you even if you are a vampire, because you're still you..." you cooed, finger combing his hair back with your free hand, before adding, "wait is that right, you're a vampire?"

He let out a relieved shuddering breath, and nodded his head.

"But why tell me about this now?" You asked, "are you hungry, is that it?"

Shanks shook his head momentarily before cocking it to the side and replying, "Well, I ate on the island, but I'm still feeling a little peckish. And while normally I would ignore it, this blood moon is making it hard to ignore."

You giggled, "So what you're telling me is you want a dessert, baby?"

He grinned and pressed a kiss to the column of your throat, as he replied, "absolutely, and I figured you would be delectable."

"Perhaps, but don't you think I'd be even better after a few orgasms? When my blood would be a cocktail of hormones?" You sighed, trailing your fingers from his hair, down to his jaw, and lifting his chin to make him look at you. As he gazed up at you his pupils widened before narrowing into a slit like a cat's eyes and red flooded his iris.

A low growl rumble shook his chest, making your own rib cage vibrate. "I don't know, but I'd love to try it out."

"Then get to work," You commanded softly, and pecked a gentle kiss onto his chapped lips.

Shanks lunged forward, slamming his kips to yours while his hand gripped the collar of your shirt and tore it down the middle. And before you could complain he huffed, "relax, I'll buy you new ones," before parting your lips with his tongue.

You slid your trousers off for him because you did not want them ripped. "No panties or bra tonight? What a naughty thing you are." Shanks quipped as he pulled away, to undress himself. You decided then to tease him, and dipped your hand between your legs, running your fingers through your folds and around your clit. He hungrily watched you lift your hand to show him how wet they were. He stumbled over his pants crawling back on the bed, trying to get back on the bed. Shanks kicked them off as he shoved your fingers into his mouth. Laving his hot tongue around each digit to suck them clean.

You used your other hand to take a handful of his hair and guide his head between your legs. Shanks did not need any more encouragement to latch his mouth onto your clit, sucking like his life depended on it. When you gasped out his name, he moved down to your sopping cunt, and lapped up as much of your slick as possible. His tongue greedily dipping inside you, sucking gently as your walls to drink up more of what you had to offer. Shanks's eyes remained locked on your face the entire time, making sure you could see him swallowing.

As his jaw grew tired, he pulled away, and replaced his mouth with his hand. Stroking your clit with rough pad of his thumb while his long fingers scissored and curled inside of you. Shanks watched you with rapt attention as he wound the coil in your stomach tighter and tighter. "Come on, come on, give me something to drink love." He barked, while you bucked up into his hand.

"It's close!... But not enough. I need both!" You cried, digging your nails into the wooden head of the bed.

A rough growl bubbled in his throat, before he latched his mouth over your clit and shook his head while thrusting his fingers into the spongy wall that always made your toes curl. The coil in you suddenly snapped, but pressure kept building inside you. You wailed out as every nerve in you sang in pleasure, bucking your hips uncontrollably until the pressure in you burst, all over Shanks's face. He quickly cupped his mouth over your cunt as you squirted, gulping down your cum like he hadn't drunk in a month.

When your head stopped spinning, allowing you to regain awareness, Shanks was kissing his way up your belly. He hummed, "And now for the main course," and suddenly the world spun around you, and you were now face down in his sheets. His big hands gripped your hips, and he hauled you, so you were ass up. Shanks guided his fat cock between your folds, and stroked himself to make sure he was well lubricated. He ignored your pleas of urgency, as he gripped the base of his dick and slapped the sticky head against your clit. "Patience love, wouldn't want to hurt you one accident." He purred, before pushing himself inside. The stretch made you gasp his name, and arch your back for him more.

"Go ahead and set the pace darling," Shank ordered, hands gripping your hips and urging you backwards. And set the pace you did, leaning back on your knees and putting your back into slapping your hips against his. He eventually started to meet you halfway, with thrusts of his own. It didn't take him long to pull another explosive orgasm out of you, one that didn't stop. Each one of his thrusts had you gushing and clenching around him. You were absolutely cock drunk, and unable to do more than let him use you like a cock sleeve, and babble things like declarations of love and praise him for how good he was fucking you. Which shifted as his thrusts grew sloppier, to please for him to fill you with his cum.

Your cries were cut off when he wrapped his hand around your neck, and he hauled you up on your knees. Each thrust was harder than the last, as he got closer to his own orgasm. Finally, cumming when his fangs sinking into the soft flesh of your neck as he released his load deep inside you. Your eyes rolled back, and you came again, as you felt his warmth spread in what you could swear was your womb. His hips still pumping into you, to milk what was left of his orgasm. You could hear him gulping down your blood, as you rode out the aftershocks of pleasure that wracked your body. When Shanks felt full, he pulled away and let you go, unaware how lost in the sauce you were. That is until he watched you fall forward, into the puddle of your own cum that had formed on his sheets. He smirked as you slowly slid off his cock, and cum around nothing, releasing a gush of fluid and cum.

"Are you good?" He asked, sliding his hand up your back in what he thought was a soothing manner. Only for you to arch away from his touch with a whine. "Was it that good?"

"Yes, and I'm still sensitive." You panted, trying to crawl away from him.

Shanks pulled you back under him, and pushed away the damp hair that stuck to your forehead. "is there anything I can do for you?"

"Water." You groaned hoarsely, "Fuck my mouth is dry."

"I imagine, I'll be right back" Shanks chuckled.

"Put on pants!"

"No."

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[the1975attheirverybest]

Halla, I get that you have to deal with lots of naysayers but wow… that was really not necessary. I'd actually be the first one who’d agree that most of the items in the house set bear specific meaning but, as my reply clearly showed, I'd already looked into the books a bit because I had the very same idea as you. Shocker, I know — there are others who think about those things!! That is why I had the link at the ready btw. I’ve just not found any deep/ convincing connections to the themes yet but I'm open to change my opinion if you find any. I also suggested that they picked the books for family connections/ sentimental reasons. I didn’t say "not that deep". And concerning Faust - I actually studied this play at university (in Germany btw) and teach it every year so that lecture wasn’t needed. I am perfectly aware that it’s about "selling your soul to the devil" duh. The themes that I named are perfectly correct. (ofc there's still more than that…) I'd normally be really excited to read your thoughts/ discuss how those themes relate to ATVB/ SATVB (and yeah, there’s plenty of cool things to talk about) but now I'm not that keen anymore. I get that I am just some rando on anon and maybe I didn’t express myself that well but you really didn’t have to bite my head off.

Excuse me? “Bite your head off” because I said to each their own??? What the fuck, man?

Just how stupid do you think I am? This is why I honestly should get off this fuckin app at this point. It’s not worth it trying to have a conversation with anyone anymore cuz all people want to do is be like you’re wrong and I’m right and how dare you even question me.

Idk you mentioned you’re a German teacher yeah? So i would imagine that as a teacher you are familiar with a middle ground??? That’s something we have in common. Teaching I mean. It’s all about synthesis of ideas. At least mine is. And when we have evidence that a) Patricia has helped to provide specific things to make the set look a certain way but also b) that books on the shelves are specific to Matty (he’s read infinite jest at least 3 times; the song “surrounded by heads and bodies” comes from a sentence in chapter 1 of infinite jest; he mentions David foster Wallace in 2020

In the video where he cries about not being able to perform cuz of Covid, I could keep fucking going but you get my point). Then the logical thing to conclude, as a teacher, is that both positions are valid? This is, after all, the 1975. So, while yes they’d build a set around a certain aesthetic, they’d also never not personalize it because the core of their work is about personal involvement???

I don’t know why any of that would threaten you and make you feel like he bitten your head off but that sounds like your problem not mine. Idk what you think you’re doing here but I don’t appreciate it.

Sorry I bit your head off or whatever.

Alright that’s it I’m done here.

I think I had the right idea the other day when I said that I will only use this blog to post fics from now on. Let me return to that.

Hope this helps. Peace.

[mediciean]

UNDERESTIMATE chapter 2

The first week of school was hell.

Maybe I'm overthinking, and maybe I'm just not used to it since summer break but it feels as if I'm in jail every time I walk through my school doors.

Here I am now, doodling on my notebook cover. I had drowned out whatever Ms Porter was saying and instead started day dreaming about finally graduating and leaving this place.

Thankfully, they haven't pounded us with homework so I was free mostly during class. However, I still had a lengthy schedule that included extracurricular activities, one of those being gym. So when the bell rang to sixth period I knew exactly where I was headed.

A large thump is hit against my shoulder, I turn my head around to see Tristan walking with his friends. His eyes dull and his lips downturned. This is how it has been this week. He acts like he hates me.

He won't even acknowledge my existence.

When I get to gym the coach immediately states we'll be running laps. Just my luck! See the thing with locs, they're heavy and when you're exercising they get hot. So the last thing you wanted was to run with waist length locs that sweat your scalp out. However, there wasn't like I had a choice so I swallowed my nerves and my pride and pulled my hair up into a tight low bun.

The run began and I was behind everyone. I tried my best to keep up but it was only a matter of time before my legs couldn't take it anymore.

"Hey! Fellow slow runner?", A voice comes from behind me as I was trying to catch my breath.

"Huh?", I pant before looking up to see another girl, light skin with full lips and sister locs smiling down on me, also trying to catch her breath, "Oh yeah I've never been good at running.. or exercising.. or anything athletic".

We laugh together as she runs beside me, the rest of the class far ahead of us.

"Same here. I don't even know why I chose gym. Maybe I was missing a credit or something", she laughs, "I'm Vanessa".

"Esmé", I reply back with a smile, "I don't think I've seen you around here before?".

"That's a pretty name. I'm new. My dad's an entrepreneur and an engineer so we move around a lot. Hopefully we don't leave during the school year like last time, I'd really like to graduate on time".

"Oh I see! So you must see a lot of different cities and stuff", I exclaim, Vanessa nodding with a grin.

"More like different countries. I'm originally from Canada but the best place to live in? Gotta be London".

"London?", she's been to London?! Now that's crazy, "Let me guess you're an expert tea drinker", I ask with a butchered English accent.

"Well I'll have you know, darling, that tea enthusiasts have nothing on the gallons I drank that year", she replies in an equally butchered English accent that causes both of us to laugh.

But we're rudely cut off by our coach screeching a whistle from the bleachers and screaming, "Come on ladies! Move it move it move it!".

"Uh oh coach might make us to sit up's if we don't catch up", I joke, Vanessa giggling with a nod.

"Yea you're right. Hey weird question though, do you happen to sit with anyone at lunch?".

I sigh and shake my head, "Unfortunately no. Besides the Lord. I am a complete and utter loser with no friends".

"Well.. so am I! Wanna be complete and utter losers with no friends together?".

A smile spreads on my face and in that moment I knew; I had just found my new best friend.

The rest of gym passed by more smoothly now that I actually had someone to talk to. Vanessa was sweet and kind, she told me about her adventures in different parts of the world. Like learning to skydive in Florida. Or petting animals in Alaska. It was shocking to hear just how many places she had lived in. 

We were now walking side by side to lunch, Vanessa telling me a story on the time she had gotten bitten by a rattlesnake and they rushed to the hospital.

"What did it feel like?", I ask, astonished.

"It hurt like I don't know what", she giggles, "But after a while the pain kinda went away and it just went numb. Thank God a clinic was on the other side of the road I don't know what would've happened if it wasn't".

We made it to the lunch room where we grabbed our trays and took our seats at one of the tables.

"Enough about me, let's move on to you. Where do you plan on attending college?", Vanessa asks with genuine interest that catches me off guard.

Truth was the idea of college wasn't exactly appealing. But I knew that if I wanted to leave this town and finally be free from the past it would have to be my only option. I brought a cold fry to my mouth and chew it slowly, "Maybe somewhere overseas. I'd love to be around the ocean".

"Oh yeah the ocean is beautiful", the woman sighs as she lays her head in an open palm, "You'll love it, the smell, the look the— woah.. who is that?". Suddenly Vanessa's eyes widen and her body perks up as the culprit of who sparks her interest walks across our table.

My eyebrows furrow as I watched Tristan walk with his group of boys who were laughing and slapping one another on the back. Tristan being the only one to have a straight face even when his friend told him to "lighten up".

"That's Tristan", I mumble, picking up my fork and playing with my Mac and cheese.

"Girl he is fine. Did you see those eyes? I wonder if they're real".

They are. I shrug and take a slow sip of my chocolate milk, "He's okay I guess".

Vanessa turns to be with a gasp escaping her lips, "Oh is he your ex or something? I'm sorry—".

"No no", I quickly usher while waving my hands back and forth, "It's not like that. We.. we used to know each other.. when we were kids".

"Ah I see", Vanessa replies, "Sucks though, you two would make cute couple".

Ha. Yea right.

Tristan couldn't stand me.

But I guess I couldn't blame him.

After school Vanessa gave me her number before promptly and sort-of scarily demanding that I call her. I promised her I would as we separated our ways. The walk to the parking lot was hefty so I slung my bag over my shoulder as I made my way towards Justin's car.

That is until I stopped in my tracks upon seeing a familiar face leaning against my step-brother's car.

When I met eyes with Tristan it was as if my heart began to beat out of my chest. Time seemed to move in slow motion as his mouth dropped open before shutting tightly and looking away. But just as soon as the butterflies came I immediately felt a sense of hatred as Justin came around the car.

"Are you coming or not?! I have to drop you off, we have to study", he exclaims before throwing an arm over Tristan.

I stared at the boys for a while before chucking angrily and rolling my eyes, "Yeah no", I turn on my heel and walk away.

"Wait— where are you going, Esmé?!", Justin called behind me but I promptly ignored him.

Just my luck. So now he's friends with Justin. He hates me and now he's friends with my MORTAL enemy.

Just. My. Luck.

I had made it about a few feet from the school when I felt the hot air from an engine graze my leg. It didn't take long for me to realize that Justin had drove beside me on the road and began to roll his window down.

"Yo get in the car", he states but I only cross my arms over my chest harder.

"Leave me alone".

"Esmé cut it out, I told dad I'd bring you home before 5".

"Leave me alone, Justin".

"Dude—

"I said LEAVE ME ALONE!", I scream, catching Justin and Tristan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, off gaurd, "I'm walking to work!".

"Geez, fine".

After my outburst I guessed Justin had taken the hint because his car came to an abrupt halt. Both the boys watching me swiftly walk away till I turned the corner, completely out of sight.

"Lord give me strength", I sniffle as I aggressively wipe away the tears that spilled from the feelings of dread filling me instantly. I knew Tristan wouldn't be able to forgive me but seeing him now, seeing how much he despised me, it was definitely hurting more than I thought it would.

We used to be so close.

Him, Eli, and I.

[soggykookiesandcream]

𝕟𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕣 - 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟠

Jungkook was done dressing her with brand new clothes. He had already ordered a ton of clothes for Lia. He wasn't going to stop at clothes. She was going to have everything she wanted lying down at her feet.

"I miss you so much," he kisses the back of her hand, "I'm never letting you go again. You're gonna be stuck with me forever."

Hoseok lightly knocks before walking in, "How is she?"

"I think she's turned back fully," he pushes a strand of her hair behind her ear, "I hope she'll be okay."

"I think she needs a doctor, Jungkook," Hoseok sighs, "Let me call our doctor."

"Alright," Jungkook nods without taking his eyes off her. He's observed her plenty in the three years he kept her but not in her human form. He's seen her tear a human apart, he's seen her lose her little zombie mind trying to get to him. 

"What are you gonna tell her?" Hoseok asks softly, "She's not gonna be happy."

"I- I don't know," Jungkook sighs, "I never really thought about that."

"You don't know how she's gonna wake up, Jungkook," he replies, "She's been a mindless zombie for three years. What if she's lost her memories or something?"

"I hope not," he purses his lips, "I really hope not. I don't know what I'd do..."

"Maybe it'd be good?" Hoseok says, "You could start anew... She'll... She'll never know."

"But our memories," he closes his eyes, "All that- She won't have them and she won't love me."

"You think she still loves you?" Hoseok whispers.

"Maybe not but," Jungkook sighs, "She knows me. We'll be able to heal together."

"The doctor's here. We should let him look at her," he informs and steps out of the room.

"You're gonna be just fine," Jungkook places a firm kiss on her forehead and follows Hoseok.

45 minutes later...

"I still can't believe the vaccination can turn people back," the doctor shakes his head in disbelief, "This is a game-changing discovery-"

"I'm glad Jungkook tried it," Hoseok smiles patting Jungkook's back.

"I'm just glad that she's gonna be fine," Jungkook sniffs wiping his tears.

"Yeah but be careful," the doctor nods, "She's fragile and needs time to recover."

"I'll take care of her," he nods with a smile.

"I'll take my leave now," the doctor smiles, "Don't forget to get the second dosage of the vaccine soon, eh?"

"Yeah, of course," Hoseok shakes his hand and walks him out.

Jungkook hears shuffling inside the room and he rushes in to see Lia up and trying to get out of bed.

"LIA!" He rushes to her side, "Oh my God, Lia. Stay in bed, please."

"What-" Lia whispers before holding pressing her palm to her head, "What's going on-"

"It's okay," Jungkook chants over and over again, "Everything's okay. Just stay in bed. You're fine."

"Jungkook?" Lia asks and Jungkook clenches his eyes shut. It's been a while since he last heard her say his name.

"Yes, baby," he whispers, "Your Jungkook."

"I thought-" 

"Just lie down please," he begs holding onto her hand, "Please."

She nods softly before lying back down. Her breathing seemed very erratic and panicked. 

"Baby," Jungkook coos, "Please, breathe. I'll explain everything once you're calm and well-rested. Okay?"

"O-okay," she replies trying to breathe.

"Yes, cupcake," he smiles softly, "Just like that. Slow."

"Am I dead?" She asks softly.

"What?" He chuckles, "No, you're not dead, sugar. You're alive. Very alive."

"Then wha-" She swallows with her dry throat, the sting her throat making her cough, "I need water."

"I'll get it," Jungkook shoots up from beside her and pours her a glass of water, "Here you go, cupcake. Slow."

She swallows the glass of water in a second and motions for another glass. After downing about four and a half glasses of water she sits up slowly.

"You can lay down," he says, "You don't have to get up."

"No- I feel better," she sighs, "I feel better."

"Are you hungry-"

"Jungkook," she interrupts him, "Are we gonna pretend like I wasn't bitten by a zombie a while ago?"

Does she think it was a while ago? Oh god, she doesn't know that three years have passed by.

"Why am I still human, Jungkook?" She asks shivering, "Did you find a way to cure me?"

I did. He thought. I did but it was an accident. I didn't even know she was going to turn back.

"Jungkook, answer me!" She raises her voice, "What happened?"

"I- You were bitten," he recollects the moment from three years ago.

"And?" She encourages him to go on.

"You turned into a zombie," he states softly. 

"Why am I human, Jungkook?" She asks, "What did you do?"

"I- How long do you think it's been since the bite?" He asks as his eyes well up with tears.

"I don't know," she shakes her head, "A few hours? Maybe a day or two. Why?"

Few hours. She thinks it's been around a few hours to a day or two.

"Jungkook?"

"It's been three years."

820 WORDS

[fakeloveaskblog]

(Hi, me again.)

Okay Remus, the address is *insert address*. I’ll go and keep an eye on Oswald to make sure he doesn’t show up. I’ll warn you if he starts get close and stall him as long as I can. Call me if you need anything.

I’ll teleport to where Oswald is and invisibility watch him.

Glow Eyes

A shudder went through Remus' entire body ending in him closing his eyes and letting out a long sigh as his shoulders relaxed.

"...it's not the same adress" He mumbled out with his eyes still closed "I don’t know what I'd done if it was the same...if...I think I would implode and die and blood and bits and pieces everywhere-"

"It's not the same place" Janus said in a calm tone to stop him from spiraling into what ifs "You know that now. Full certainty"

"Yeah.....yeah"

He dragged his hands through his hair before his fingers went down his face, pulling at the edges of his eyes till the red underlinings stuck out. There was a trembling in his legs that he tried not to think about.

"I gotta get my sketchbook an-and my..." His words trailed off as he abruptly started to look around the room as if he had only just now remembered where he was.

Janus had to quickly look up where the adress actually was and how they could get to it because Remus just staggered out of the apartment, pale and wide eyed, and started walking out towards who knows where.

He quietly followed after Janus along with Remy when they actually seemed to know where they should go. He stayed worryingly silent while waiting for the bus.

Remus motioned for Remy to sit beside him on the bus. Janus took the seat directly behind them and started to mumble on about a murder mystery riddle they’d read about. It was mostly to see if their friend wanted to be distracted from whatever he was thinking about or if he wanted to be left alone.

At first Remus replied but the conversation quickly fizzled out. Only leaving him to ask every now and again how long time it was left until they were supposed to get off.

A cough came from the older lady on the bus and the muffled sound of a teen or two tapping on their phones could be heard. The bus driver was talking on the phone with someone but no one had the energy to listen in.

Remy glanced over and noticed Remus trembling lip, the way he was staring down into the ground to try and hold back tears. They slipped their hand over to his while moving to meet his eyes.

“it’s not fair” Was all he said.

He curled up against them and let them hold him close. Remy put their chin against the top of his head and closed their eyes “It’s not fair. I know. I know”

To Janus’ surprise Remus moved his hand so they could hold it. He squeezed their fingers tight like a lifeline. Every single one of his fingernails had been bitten down to the skin.

--

The busstop they got off on laid right next to a tiny supermarket. Half of the store’s neon sign letters had stopped working. Remus hadn’t let go of Janus’ hand even as they began walking to whatever direction they were pointing too. They really didn’t mind.

Without really thinking of it they started to hold on tightly to him as well when they realized the apartment should be right around the corner.

“We don’t have to do this” Janus reminded.

Remus just nodded a little while continuing to walk.

“Well...Either way you’re not alone”

It was just a small nudge but Remus bonked the side of his head against Janus’.

They turned past the corner of one of the apartment houses and found themself on a road. On one side the apartment houses continued, on the other larger suburban like houses were built. The apartments weren’t anything to fnuss about, they were definitely larger than the one Janus rented. There were a few parking spaces for cars right alongside the road. It was late enough so a few of the cars had parked at home for the day but another few were still missing.

With a knot in his stomach Janus looked down at the adress showing on his phone and realized which of the apartments, along with the empty car space, belonged to Oswald.

He parsed his lips to tell Remus but he didn’t have to. Remus was already staring up at the windows. His hand let go of Janus’ as his fingers seemingly went numb.

“I bought him that lamp” 

Janus followed his eyes and looked up to see a lamp shining a dim orange from one of the windows. The lamp was even from down there noticebly cheap, probably from a second hand shop, but it was made to look like a silly fish. A wide silly fish smile and all.

They looked back to Remus and for less than a second they saw dozens of emotions flash across his face. Anger, grief, shame. Undescribable emotions. Before his face went stale. His brows furrowed into a focused look as he started to rumage around in his bag.

Obviously it took a while to paint things. Especially if it was an oil painting. So Remus didn’t have time to make the full painting right now. He was going to take photos and sketch though.

He got sort of the same look as when he was hyperfixating on something, but any ounce of joy was gone. He formed his fingers into a frame and started to check for the right angle.

--

Oswald had been assigned to close the aquarium for the day. He was cleaning up the last fish tank while telling the soon to be sleeping fish about how fucking annoying the customers had been today.

When he turned around he tried to hit the trail of snails following him with a broom but the snails dodged out of the way as always. Last week he’d tried to burn one of the snails but it’d only resulted in his fire alarm going off. He had blamed it on the next door neighbor smoking.

Even though he knew no one else was there he still glanced around before blowing a goodnight kiss to his favorite octopus.

He grabbed the aquarium keys and went to lock the entrance for the day before heading to his car. The army of tiny snails slided along after him.

[channoticedmeuwu]

𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 | 𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

p : doyoung × fem!reader | g : fluff, humor, student!doyoung, strangers to lovers!au | w : none but doyoung is stupid and a blushy mess

a/n : BAHAHAHAHA OML DOYOUNG KISS ME SHHHHHHH

she didn't know him. of course not, he was just an ordinary student who took the train home.

he didn't know her, either. she was just a passenger who took the train home, too.

so what was so special about this one boy, who sometimes sat and sometimes stood, holding a hardcover novel in his hands?

loose rimless glasses were always perched on his nose bridge as he dozed off, head drooping as the evening sunlight shone from the windows and onto his cheeks. only ever so once in a blue moon, he'd stay awake, staring at her feet as he chewed on a pencil. she knew his name. you'd think she was someone strange for that, but no, his nametag read his name perfectly.

kim doyoung.

that evening was different than usual, however. his stop was always before hers. so when she saw his stand and leave, forgetting the black novel on his empty seat, she grabbed it and went after him.

funny, she'd miss the train home. but she didn't seem to care.

she yelled an "excuse me!" and a "you forgot something!" but, he didn't seem to hear her.

so she stood and yelled, "Kim Doyoung!"

doyoung stood tall and still in his place, and slowly turned around, confusion on his features. she skipped towards him, "you left this behind."

He tilted his head and took the book out of her hands, his fingers turning weak at the contact.

"uh, thank you," he sounded rather awkward. Was he blushing? "how— how did you know my name?"

"your name tag," she pointed at his chest with a warm smile, and doyoung bit his tongue. Stupid.

"you should go," he managed, "you'll miss the train."

y/n turned around to see the final passengers boarding. She sighed, scratching her head. "oh, it's no big deal. I'll just take a walk home."

"you'll— you'll walk?"

"yeah, why not?"

"oh, uh, just asking."

awkward silence.

"would you perhaps like to, uh, walk with me home?"

she tilted her head. His lips were bitten and red, his glasses seemed crooked and his hair seemed messy. Maybe he was in a hurry today. But if so, why would he still offer to walk her home?

"sure," she smiled, and he silently pressed his lips together in nervousness, "I'm kinda hungry, what about you?"

"I, uh, have an apple."

"great!"

"rotting apple."

silence once more. you dumbass, doyoung squeezed his fingers around the book in his hand, you absolute dumbass!

"uh, I think I have some spare change—"

"mm." doyoung, you're such a dumbass.

"you down for some instant ramen?"

"mm." she's talking so don't blow this up.

"doyoung?"

"wha— huh?" fuck, you blew it!

she laughed at him. "I said, do you want some instant ramen? There's a shop right there."

"yeah, uh, sure!" doyoung, you absolute nerd

"you're not a nerd, doyoung."

"yeah, yeah— wait what?!"

she was giving him a smirk, "you do realize you said that out loud, right?"

he stood there, staring at her face with a stupid blush creeping on his cheeks. So does that mean she's been listening to him speaking this whole time!?

"c'mon," she said as he followed her to the store, head hanging in embarrassment, "tell me which flavour you'd like."

this was going to be a long walk home.

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[abbatoirablaze]

Bunk Mates, Chapter 5

Word Count:  2.2k

Warnings:  implied smut, mentions of a severed toe, mentions of drug usage, mentions of someone biting another/injuring someone while on drugs.

What the hell do you mean he's in the ER?"

"Well long story short he got bit by some chick who was rolling hard as hell on ecstasy."

"You're kidding me," I groaned, rubbing my temples.  My anxiety felt like it was running into overtime as I held my phone out in disbelief, "Andy why would you let that happen?"

"It wasn't intentional," he said quickly, "Listen, I told the nurses you're on your way and can drive him home after he gets discharged."

"I can't believe you Myawani."

"I can't wait for him," Andy said defensively, "Cap told me to call you because you're off tonight, and you could look after him. The rest of us are heading out to the park because some guy lost his toe. We're closing in on the open time left to get him to the hospital so they can reattach it."

"Okay," I sighed heavily.  I looked back to my date, knowing that this was going to be cut short, "I'll be there soon."

I hung my cell up, and finished off my glass of wine.  He bit his lip, but the look on his face said that he was aware that our date was over, "everything okay?"

"Yeah," I sighed, "listen, I'm really sorry, but I have to cut tonight short. One of the guys called, and apparently the super blue blood moons made it just crazy enough that one of them are in the ER, and I have to pick him up."

"Oh," he muttered. Then he shook his head, "yeah. I can understand that. I mean I can imagine if Salazar or one of the other guys called me up. I'd have to go too."

"I really enjoyed tonight, Brad," I smiled, standing up. He followed my actions as I hugged him. When I pulled away, I kissed him on the cheek, "maybe we-"

"Can I see you again?"

I smiled, "Yeah.  I’d really like to see you again."

"Cool."

"And who would have thought that getting some coffee spilled on you a few weeks ago would have led to something so nice as a night like tonight."

"This is true," he replied. I made my way to the front door, and he watched to make sure I got to my car safely, "I'll text you."

"Can't wait," I giggled unable to hold back my excitement that I would get to see the sweet officer again, "have a good night, Brad."

"You too, Alex."

"And I was all woaahhhh," he laughed like a maniac, “It was wild!”

"Ike?"

He stopped talking. His eyes lit up as he saw me, "Woah. Alli."

He rushed me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Ike are you okay?" I asked, pulling away from him. His shirt was ripped down the middle, and his hand had been bandaged up, "What happened to you."

"Miss Boykins?" A nurse asked. I nodded, "Ike here has been bitten by someone who was high on ecstasy. She had so much in her system, that when she bit Mr. Crystal, it entered his bloodstream. Mr. Crystal is on the tail end of it, so he should be fine, but we need to release him to your custody, as Mr. Myawani left."

"Yeah, yeah," I nodded, taking the information in, "okay.  Do you know how much longer it should last?"

“He should be fine by the morning,” She nodded softly, “but if he’s still like this, bring him back in, alright?”

Ike watched me, completely mesmerized as the nurse handed me a board to sign off on his release.

"Alli."

"Yeah?"

"I thought I was a werewolf," he said, shaking his head, "Andy made me think that we were gonna die."

"Ike you're fine."

He waited until the nurse left, and he took my hand, "I'm so glad I didn't die, or turn into a werewolf."

"Werewolves don't exist buddy," I laughed as I patted his hand, "but I'm glad you're okay too."

"You look so pretty tonight," he smiled as I began leading him from the room and down towards the exits, "has anyone told you that?"

"My date."

He stopped and his weight caused me to pull back. I looked back as it forced me to turn around.

"You were on a date?" he asked, his brows furrowing as he watched me, "I thought you and Lopez broke up after he was mean to Andy."

"I did," I admitted, "but I met this one guy over coffee, and well, he asked me to come over and have drinks with him.  He made me dinner."

"Oh."

"You okay bud?" I asked, taking a few steps towards him.

He sighed, "yeah. I guess."

"What's wrong Ike?"

"It's nothing," he said, shrugging me off. He let go of my hand and we both walked back to my car in silence, "do you mind if we don't go back to my place? My brother's visiting me and said that I should stay away if I'm on something."

"Okay," I agreed, "did you want to come to my place? I only live a few minutes from here."

He nodded and I drove off to my house. True to my word, I pulled into the driveway six minutes later. Ike was just staring around, "you live here?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "I had some money saved up from the military and stuff, so I figured I would buy a house. Just moved in the day after that training day at the station."

"I thought you said you had an apartment."

"I used to live in the dorms at the academy," I replied, getting out of the car, "you know, from when I was an academy trainer.  Never memorized the address of it though…"

"Yeah," he nodded, not entirely paying attention, “that’s cool.”

"I have to admit though, I still haven't done much as far as moving in," I admitted, opening the door. The bare living room stared back at me, and I made my way upstairs towards my bedroom, "is it okay if we share my bed? I haven't been able to go furniture shopping yet."

"Yeah," he smiled. When he saw my bedroom his jaw dropped, "oh my god, it's so messy."

My jaw dropped to reflect his, "what?"

"Your bed isn't made at all."

"Well, no," I laughed, "I didn't exactly plan on having company over and in my bed."

"We're making it," he replied. He walked past me and started stripping the bed until it was down to the mattress, "where's your sheets?"

I laughed, walking over to the closet as I grabbed them for him, "you're silly."

"Come on," he laughed, "you're making the bed too."

He stretched out the sheet and began putting it on one of the ends, as I joined on the other. I couldn't help but laugh at Ike as he tried to concentrate on tucking everything in perfectly, "Ike it doesn't have to be perfect."

He ignored my comment and began grabbing at the pillows. I walked past him, and grabbed the third one, then smacked him across the back with it. He turned to me, "what'd you do that for?"

"Come on," I giggled. I playfully hit him with it in the stomach and bit my lip, "making a bed isn't like being in the military Ike. What happened to the giggly fun Ike at the hospital?"

He thought for a minute before dropping the pillows, and he came towards me. I giggled, running away from him, but he caught me at the door. I could hear his throaty chuckle as he picked me up from behind and playfully threw me down on the bed. I threw my pillow at him and jumped up so that I had the high ground.

He tackled me back onto the bed, but instead of tickling me or something else, I felt his lips meet my own.

A shockwave ran through my entire body as our lips synched up. Instinctively my hands went up to his neck and began to get tangled in his hair. I felt one of his hands run up my thigh and stop on my hip as it massaged me there. The other hand was holding himself up.

I was the first to break our kiss. His eyes were still closed, but his lips were beginning to get puffy from our mini make out session.

"Ike."

His eyes opened again, and there was something there that I had seen once before with him. It reminded me of when he'd taken me home from the club.

Lust. 

Everything was sore in the best of ways. I snuggled deeper into Ike's side as I re-imagined what we'd done last night. I kissed his neck a little when I heard him beginning to wake up, "good morning."

"mmm," he moaned as I nibbled on a spot on his neck, "don't stop...feels so good."

He loosened his grip on me slightly so that we were looking each other in the eyes. I smiled, "hey there."

"hey," he replied, making sure our bodes were close. He pulled me to him until our bodies touched again, "I uh, really enjoyed last night...and this morning."

"You and I both."

He smiled. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he did the same to my waist, "do you think this is odd since we are co-workers and share a bunk?"

"No," I said, shaking my head, "do you?"

"It doesn't feel odd," he responded, "it feels kinda right...like it was meant to be or something."

I raised myself up, just to kiss him gently. He smiled into the kiss, even as I pulled away.

"You are too cute, Ike Crystal."

"I really like you, Alli."

His hands left my waist as he put them on either side of my face and pulled us together again. I fell into the kiss and allowed myself to relax.

He was right.  Everything felt right.  I felt happy.

"Alli."

I nodded, my eyes fluttering open. He was hovering above me. "yes?"

"Can I?"

I nodded, and he kissed me once more, before trailing a line down my neck, all the way to my belly button. His mustache tickled my inner thigh as I felt him spreading my legs.

"You sure you want to go home?" I asked, giggling as Ike pulled his boxers back on, "I mean...I wouldn't mind if you wanted to stay a little bit longer."

"I gotta get home," he said sadly, "who knows what Mike is doing there. Last time I left him alone for a weekend I had a girl stalk me for a month. She didn't believe me when I said I had a twin named Mike. She thought she slept with me."

"You mean your brother brought a girl to your place, said he was you, and slept with her, then left?"

"Yeah," he laughed, "he's crazy sometimes...do you want to meet him? We're both off today so you could hang out and get to know him."

I looked at him hesitantly.  I wasn't too sure about it. From the stories Ike had told me of his twin brother, the guy seemed like a real jerk.

"I don't know Ike."

He looked upset as he crawled back to the bed. He laid beside me, "you don't want to meet my brother?"

"I just know which one is my favorite Crystal," I said, trying to lighten the mood. He smiled at me as I played with his hair, "his name is Ike."

He leaned forward and we kissed again, and I couldn't help but feel on cloud nine. When he pulled away from me, I wanted every part of me to feel close to him again, "well come on then. Come to my place. We can spend the whole day together..."

"Alright, but only if you come to the dance studio with me later," I said swiftly, giving into his demands, "I want to see what you got, Crystal."

"You already saw what I had," he laughed, pulling his pants on. Then he sent me a wink, "and you asked for it two more times this morning."

My jaw dropped, and I rushed to cover my mouth, while also trying to reach across the bed to playfully slap his chest. I missed, and landed on my stomach, right in front of him.

"Well, if you wanted more you could have just asked," he said with a wink, “I’m willing to go for round four.”

"Who is this man, and when did he get so quick witted?" I giggled, getting on my hands and knees. I pulled him to me again, and let my hands run up his chest, and around his neck. Between quick kisses I managed to get out "and how do I keep him?"

"You know," he laughed, pulling away, "I don't know what it is...but after I've had sex, I'm really snappy and on my A-game, you know? It's great."

I fell back onto the bed, laughing.

Oh Ike...

"Come on," he smiled, reaching for me, "let's get dressed and grab some breakfast...I'm starving."

"I'm actually really hungry too," I replied, rolling out of bed. Walking over to my dresser, I grabbed some underwear and a bra, and then headed into my closet. I grabbed some workout clothes, since I knew I was going to be dancing later, and threw them on, "so what are you thinking?"

Ike was staring at me like a deer in the headlights.

"Ike?"

He blushed, "I uh, I just realized that I didn't really look at how amazing your body was...and I..."

"You okay there, big guy?"

"Yeah," he said, gulping down whatever courage he had, "just...didn't...didn't expect...wow, you're really hot." 

Chapter 6

[kyeomunism]

Journal of the Bruised || Sirius Black

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Marauders Era

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: In which Sirius gets fascinated by the spitfire witch after reading her hopes and goals in a research journal.

Warnings: slight wounds, swearing, anxious thoughts, mentions of toxic parents, suggestive flirting, making out, me abusing my prompts I'm supposed to use for twelve different fanfics... (i think that's it, please tell me if I missed something.)

y/h/c=your hair color

y/l/n=your last name

y/n=your name (or just yeen:))

︵‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・༺❀༻・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ︵‿︵‿︵

You carefully step over some gigantic vines as you stroll around the forbidden forest. With a journal on your hand, wand in your pocket, and the bright moonlight over your head, you crouch down to get a closer look at some thorny branches and see a gleaming strand of unicorn hair entangling within it. You carefully save it in your pocket for your potions ingredients collection.

You stand up to get back to the castle without anyone noticing because getting detention would be a blow. You increase your pace, a hoard of centaurs being the least of your woes, considering the distant howls you've been hearing.

Your fear of getting in trouble at Hogwarts is just a result of your parent's high expectations, but you'll risk it for the sake of adding something to your journal. You love going to the woods at night just to pick a rare plant, animal hair, or at lucky nights, beast eggs. The moon is so bright you don't need to pull your wand out to illuminate the path.

Within a heartbeat, a loud thundering howl followed by ground-quaking steps electrify your spine. Instinct tells you to run immediately but the feel of something else's presence just several meters away glues your feet to the ground. You slowly reach for your wand as you turn. There's nothing there, but it feels like you're being watched.

A small rat came running near your direction as you inhale deeply, backing up towards the shadows just in case. A huge stag suddenly appears from where the rat came from, followed by an enthusiastic bear...no wait, you squint hard and could make up a large dog. The howling returns but this time, it's louder and scarier. Shivers overwhelm you as a full size werewolf came out of the shadows. Your free hand fly towards your mouth to stifle your terrified gasp.

You move away but not carefully enough, swearing all of them looked at your direction. The next second, you're running for your life, not daring to look back. All you know is that not only the werewolf is coming your way, but also the stag and the dog, and you don't care why. Nothing else matters as you make efforts not to scream nor show your face. It becomes harder for you through the thorny vines, wincing as the branches sting you.

Nobody can know you've been breaking the rules, not if it means getting many wounds or getting devoured alive. Nobody can know, or else your parents may force you to quit your hobbies and start preparing for work at the ministry. Oh you'd rather be dead than live without your passion.

The fear and panic about your future drives you out of the forest, not realizing until you find yourself catching breaths and applying pressure on wounds. You sit on the ground, listening to the distant howling that nearly became the last thing you heard. You check your pockets, your wand and the unicorn hair is still there.

"Damnit! Where's my journal?" You whisper-shout, bitter expression from your stinging wounds and the years long research now gone. Having the urge to lay there and cry until morning, you have no choice but to sneak back in the castle.

༺∘◦ ❀ ◦∘༻

"Who do you think that bloke was, Prongs?" Sirius asks as they sit beside Remus's hospital wing bed. "Doesn't matter now, does it? Whoever they are, they shouldn't have been idiotic enough to take a walk in the forest during a full moon," James says rather loudly.

"How 'bout you, Moons, who do you bet was it?" Peter pipes up.

"Doesn't matter, I could've killed them, worse, I could've bitten them," Remus says weakly.

Sirius brushes it off with a whole new full-proof plan for the next full moon. Something that Remus doesn't look forward to, but somehow enjoy with his friends' company. The marauders later spends the whole weekday morning in the hospital wing with the food Sirius, James and Peter got from the kitchens. The topics change each moment, until James finds a way to mock Sirius with his failed attempts at flirting with you.

"Just go talk to her!" James says between laughs.

"She doesn't even acknowledge me."

"I don't think so, it was only last quidditch practice when I heard her yell, suck it Black, when you got hit by a bludger." James, Remus and Peter laughs as Sirius's eyes widen.

Before Sirius could retort, "I gotta go prepare for my date with Evans now." James suddenly gets up, hastily messing up his hair and pocketing some sweets as his friends laugh at his ridiculous behavior.

"I'll stay here and finish these," Peter says while munching on some toast.

"I still want to know who's the owner of the journal I found a while ago. You sure you'll be good here, mate?" Sirius asks, to which Remus replies with a nod and goodluck.

༺∘◦ ❀ ◦∘༻

You're trying out spells to hide your puffy eyes from crying throughout dawn, frustratedly healing wounds. You don't want to miss breakfast to avoid suspicion, but it's hard to act normal. You finally look decent enough to your liking, but the potion made from the ingredients in your trunk did not do well on a gash on the back of your right hand, leaving a bruise. You decide to hide it in your Hogwarts robes and eat breakfast quickly.

After breakfast, you find yourself staring at the raven haired boy at the end of the hallway. Not that you expect him to care or notice you, but an inch of hope is still there. His usual unkempt hair that touches his face with such grace is just one of the many things you find attractive about him, but there was something different this time. He was holding a book, a very unusual thing to see since it's weekend.

You gasp as you walk closer in his direction, it's your journal. The thing you poured hardwork on, contains researches, discoveries and a list of dreams that had been ridiculed by your own parents. It was an extension of your soul, and it was being held by the Sirius Black.

He noticed you staring. "What's your deal, y/l/n, did you ran out of ridiculous potions to dye your hair y/h/c?"

You snap back from your thoughts. "Just a near-death experience, Black. And for the record, my hair is naturally y/h/c."

You turn around with a pounding heart. How did he find the journal? Did he read the contents? Was it that embarrassing?

Sirius watched you walk away. What does she mean by near death experience?

He looks at the journal, scans it for the second time since he found it this dawn. It's well-written and perfectly organized. He could swear he had seen the handwriting before, and the initials scribbled at the first page. Sirius decides to follow you to see if his guess is right.

༺∘◦ ❀ ◦∘༻

You sit on a part of the Hogwarts grounds away from other students, having trouble figuring out how did Sirius got your journal.

"You could've just told me this was yours."

You almost got a whiplash with Sirius's voice appearing out of nowhere. You just stared at him, examining his sharp features under the sun.

"What do you want?"

"Do you want this back?" he says, lightly waving the journal in front of you.

With a sigh, you spoke softly, "yeah. Can I have it now?"

"No."

"What?" You ask in disbelief, standing up to look at his silvery eyes.

"No, you have to reach it."

You want to whip out your wand and Accio the journal but Sirius's grin made you reach out as he waves it high above your head.

"What's wrong with your hand?" You freeze and hastily adjust your sleeves to cover it.

"You know what, I'm going back to the castle," you say half-heartedly.

"Who did this to you? I'll hex them."

"A tree branch. I would very much enjoy watching you hex it. You'll look more stupid than you already are."

"As much as I love the idea, let me see your hand first. Sirius's gentle voice almost melted you while reluctantly showing the bruise on the back of your hand. Sirius holds it, muttering an incantation under his breath. The bruise disappears in an instant.

You fill up with sudden gratitude and mixed emotions.

"I owe y—"

"No you don't. I'm doing this because I want to, deal with it. Now, tell me where you hurt yourself. Then I'll let you have your journal back."

"Why do you care anyways? I told you, I got hurt from a tree branch."

"That bruise is a cause of a potion applied on a deep gash lacking the proper incantation. What were you doing in the forbidden forest?"

"Speaking from experiences, are we, Black?" You say, highly amused. "I was just wandering around and dropped it. Are you done?"

"No, I know the easiest kind of lying is when you leave things out of a story. You could've been bitten or got killed. You're lucky Prongs and I saw you first."

You almost choked. "Excuse me? I don't know what you're talking abou—"

"I was there, me and my friends. It's a long story, y/n, so could you start first?" Your cheeks heat up at the sound of Sirius saying your first name.

"I don't think you'll understand, I'm my parent's disappointment, I'm the opposite of what they want me to be. Instead of doing my purpose, I'm out here wasting my time, trying to cope using the dumbest ways possible." You start venting out as you sit on the grass beside him.

"Believe me, I know exactly what that feels like, love." They both mentally freeze as the words slip though his mouth.

"I go through the forest just to write about the things I find there. Something I couldn't get from sitting in the library. That journal contains my hard work."

"I can tell. It's impressive and elaborate."

"Uhm, thanks. Y-you wouldn't tell anyone I was in the forest, would you?" You say hesitantly.

"If I'd tell the professors about your midnight strolls, I might as well be turning the marauders in for expulsion."

"Marauders?"

"It's my turn to explain," Sirius utters with a sigh.

You watch the handsome boy talk about his friends; how they had to transform into Animagi for the sake of keeping their friend's company—which greatly impressed you—and their mischievous whereabouts. You've never heard Sirius speak this gentle.

There so many things you wanted to say, but can't form words. "Sirius..."

His eyes meet yours for the first time you mentioned his name, and it's in a tone that he wouldn't trade for the world.

"...can I visit Remus?" you continue.

He smiles at you—a genuine smile that made your heart leap—and takes you back to the castle without a word. He gives the journal to you on the way.

Your steps are slow and steady, as if the air has never been more comfortable. You finally got to the hospital wing, and see Remus lying in bed, reading a book next to a pile of sweets his friends placed there. He looks at the two of you with a questioning stare.

"Remus, I... I was the person who saw you in the forest. Sirius told me about..."

"I'm sorry."

You felt taken aback with Remus's response.

"No, I should be sorry, I wasn't thinking. I shouldn't have been sneaking around late at night."

"That's actually a difficult habit to stop, y/n. Not that I tried," Sirius pipes up, earning chuckles from you and Remus.

You eventually become good friends with the marauders. Remus is glad you become friends because of his condition, and not inspite of it. Sirius would always ask about your day, which earns a lot of teases from James. You would still walk through the forbidden forest sometimes, but Sirius is always there to accompany you.

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Your NEWTs were coming near and Remus studied with you in the Gryffindor common room. It was late at night and completely silent, except for your small discussions about some topics. Several minutes pass and you find yourself talking about your feelings for Sirius, to which Remus never fail to respond with the best advices.

"Sometimes I wonder if Sirius feels the same..."

"You don't have to wonder," Remus says.

"Why?"

"Because he's right behind you." You almost jump as you hear him speak. "Mind to take a break from studying, y/n?"

You look at Remus, who shrugged with a smile. You get up and take a walk with Sirius. It was a comfortable silence, casually avoiding spots where you know people can see you and get you in detention. Your mind was going places thinking about a possible future with him. You didn't even realize you're in the astronomy tower if it wasn't for the sudden hug if cold air. You watch his eyes sparkle under the stars, standing at the huge overview of the tower.

"You wanna know how I feel about you?" You gulp at the way he broke the silence. You don't think you'll ever be ready to know. Your eyes finally met and it sent your bones to flames.

"I love you, y/n. And I've never felt more sure about anything in the world, fuck that, you are my world." The sincerity in his tone melted your brain, you couldn't string up a word.

"I can't believe we're finally here." Your throat starts to tighten with the struggle of words. "I was so scared to lose you, but I was also scared to say anything."

"Does that mean...?"

"Face first to the point and you still missed it. Of course I love you too, you idiot!"

You laugh as you jump into his arms, he gladly hugs you tight. The warmth and comfort that you felt contrasting to the cold night air felt so right.

"Hogsmeade, this weekend?" He whispers to your ear which sends shivers through your spine.

"Yes, but I don't wanna end up in detention after that."

"That's also a good idea for a first date."

You let go of the hug to look at his face.

"There's a fine line between liking you and wanting to hex you to oblivion."

"And I cross it everytime."

"Oh yes you do."

"You love it though."

"Hmm...yes I do."

With one meaningful look in his face, you press your lips against his. It's soft and gentle, firm and promising. His hand cups your face, thumb caressing your cheek. You wrap your arms around his warm body, feeling his heartbeat under his perfectly chiseled chest. After what seems like a beautiful forever, you pull away. The second you back up, a whistle and cheering made you jump.

"Prongs, Wormtail, what the hell are you doing here?" Sirius called the crackheads by the door.

"We saw you in the map, thought we've come to see the show," James says smugly.

"Want a treacle tart, y/n?" Peter says while holding half a dozen of them.

"No thanks I—"

"Hey, I thought you snuck out to the kitchens to get those for me?" You hear the distant voice of Remus, who clearly made an effort to leave his studies just to get his friends away from trouble.

"Nah Moons, 'tis the best part right here, I wanna know if Sirius messed this up," James continues with such a bright tone.

"Oh sod off, mate!" Sirius laughs as Remus take the two grown children away.

"Where were we?" You coo.

His lips brush yours passionately, like a fiery tease. You barely had a second to react and you already granted his tongue in the seam of your lips. He delved in your mouth, making you breathless. Your arms travels up to tangle around his neck to his luscious black hair. He pulls you even closer and you inhale sharply as his lips form into a smirk. He began peppering your neck with delicate kisses. You can't get enough of it, you let out pleasured tones that feels like godly music to him.

"Please, Siri... I need you."

"Absolutely, love. I will be gentle and make sure you can still walk after."

"I have seen your exes walk, no you won't," you reply. He chuckles between kisses that turned you on even more. The rest of the night will forever be one of the best things you've ever experienced.

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After graduating, you and Sirius joined the Order, fighting with and for each other.

One day, you and Sirius comes home from an Order mission, you have a slight bruise on your hand after falling over once in a duel with a Deatheater.

"What's wrong with your hand?" Sirius asks. Your lips forms a smile at the sudden flashback of his words.

"It's not holding yours," you reply. He lets out a bark of laughter as he checks your hand. His laugh is the nicest thing to watch and listen to.

"Wanna know what's wrong with your hands?" you ask him.

"Hmm?"

"They're not around my neck." Before you even finish the sentence you both are already laughing loudly.

He did fix what's wrong with his hand later that day, which you absolutely love.

You continue writing all your researches on your journal as you participate in the war. It all paid off because of Sirius, despite your parents' disapproval. You're with him and that's all that matters.

You eventually publish several informative books, with Sirius always by your side to support you. You both are proud of the fact that your books became the foundation research for Damocles Belby in creating the wolfsbane potion.

[jimmygibbsjrrr]

I have a lot of thoughts about the Slaters

namely, I've been wonderin why the Fairfield Survivors got thrown off the boat in Death Toll

in this panel of The Sacrifice comic, Francis confirms the fates of three of the rescue vehicles:

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A panel from The Sacrifice: Part 1. Francis is sat in the rescue vehicle from Blood Harvest, speaking to Louis. His dialogue is as follows:

"Louis, I hate to be the one to break this to ya, but we been heading to the safe zone four times now. Helicopter: crashed. Plane: crashed. Boat: kicked us out and left us to die."

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the chopper from No Mercy was confirmed crashed in Crash Course, and as for the plane from Dead Air, it was pretty easy to guess (and would have been confirmed in the cut campaign Dam It).

but the part about the boat? that's the Slaters' boat from Death Toll. this is the first time we learn this information.

so...why? what happened?

(more under the cut, ended up writing wayyyy more than I expected over these past few days and don't wanna clog people's dashes lol)

so. let's take a quick dive into the last chapter of Death Toll, to see what we can discern about the Slaters from their dialogue.

the rescue vehicle in Death Toll is a civilian boat, Saint Lidia II, owned by John and Amanda Slater, a married couple. Amanda is never heard in-game, but John's reactions to her can be heard over the radio.

the Slaters are explicitly looking for "anyone out there with firearms". John later adds that "once you get on this boat? Your job is keeping our asses alive". it appears that their motivation for saving the Survivors is selfish from the get-go.

this is undoubtedly true in Amanda's case, however, some of John's lines betray a more selfless attitude. he will berate Amanda for not "think[ing] about the little guy". he will ask, "So what, then? We leave 'em to die? I can't do that, Amanda." whilst Amanda is thinking purely of their own survival, John still feels compassionate towards his fellow survivors. despite this, he says that "I don't want our first act of kindness to be our last", acknowledging the conflict between his compassion and his self-preservation.

so. these are the Survivor's saviours in Death Toll. a conflicted married couple looking for bodyguards, offering to take the Survivors upriver to a military safe zone in exchange for protection.

as for why they get thrown off the boat...well, the easiest explanation would be Amanda.

but, stay with me here, because I think it's a little more complicated than that.

this boat? fulla tension. there's the obvious tension between the Slaters, who we've established seem to fight and disagree regularly. then there's the inevitable tension between them and the Survivors. I reckon Louis, with his generally positive and friendly attitude, wouldn't have much of a problem with them, might even attempt some friendly conversation or something. however, he's about the only one.

the comic fully establishes Bill as caring about nobody except the Fairfield Survivors - the most obvious evidence of this being the words he lives and dies by, "we look after our own". he isn't particularly interested in other people, unless they can help the group out. and he'd likely recognise the unstable and conditional nature of their rescue. while I'm sure he'd try and keep the peace, in any reasonable disagreement or fight Bill's likely to take his friends' side, and if anyone's getting thrown off the boat Bill is going with them. this goes for the whole group, to be honest; I don't think they'd want to split up at this point.

Francis hates boats, hates water, and can't swim, so (and I'm getting a little speculate-y here) would probably be in an even sourer mood than usual on the journey. being as abrasive as he is, plus this additional stress, it's fully possible he could piss off the Slaters enough to get himself (or all of them) thrown off the boat.

as for Zoey? well, I don't imagine a married couple who constantly argues is gonna sit well with her, considering her backstory. similarly to Francis, the situation they're in would make her far more stressed, making it more likely for her to lash out.

Amanda didn't want to save the Survivors in the first place, so while I think that John wouldn't throw them off the boat without reason, I reckon she could persuade him to throw them off if they 'caused trouble' - and they would get into an argument with her far easier than they would with John.

in short: yeah, I can see them getting thrown off the boat by the Slaters after some huge fight or disagreement. I think that's a reasonable interpretation of canon, and definitely an interesting concept.

...however, I do wonder if this tension would really be enough to destabilise their mutual need, after everything they went through to come together.

which is why I'm going to bring up The Last Stand!

I gotta quickly address something before this segment: yeah, I'm totally aware this campaign isn't canon. this evidence works with the fact that it exists in an 'alternate timeline'. also, I am missing a few citations for this section - if anyone can provide them I'd really appreciate it, but just a disclaimer that I currently can't prove some of the things the wiki claims members of the Last Stand Community Update Team have said. here and here are the wiki pages where I got this information. in short - the above explanation is simpler and more canon compliant, the conclusion I draw at the end of this post is backed by shakier evidence but I believe is more interesting, and you can make of all that what you will.

allegedly, members of the Last Stand Community Update Team confirmed a strongly-suspected fan theory about The Last Stand: that it branches off from Death Toll in some way, in a non-canon alternative timeline. as well as this, they allegedly confirmed that in this alternative timeline, the Survivors still end up in Newburg for Dead Air. even without the confirmation, this remains a solid fan theory, due to the constant references to Riverside and re-use of many of Death Toll's assets.

who rescues the Survivors in The Last Stand? John Slater. no Amanda - just John. despite her lack of voice actress, if she was still present John would give some indication of this at some point. it can be speculated that whatever happened to her contributed to the lack of rescue at the boathouse that forced the Survivors to take an alternative route. either way, he ends up at the lighthouse when the Survivors call for rescue, alone, and picks them up.

and then later...throws them off the boat. into Newburg.

what reason would John have to do that? without Amanda, surely he wouldn't have that push, as he wanted to rescue the Survivors for multiple reasons in the first place. without his constant arguments with Amanda, Zoey wouldn't be nearly as stressed. and between the three of them I'm sure the other Fairfield Survivors would stop Francis from pissing John off enough to get them thrown off the boat. in short, less Amanda = less tension, and no reason for the Survivors getting chucked off the boat.

...right?

I'd like to remind you that a symptom of the Infection is paranoia.

what if, in both The Last Stand and Death Toll, John and Amanda are infected by the Survivors on the way to the military safe zone? after all, the virus is confirmed to occasionally be airborne, and I doubt two civilians have completely effective, sustained protection against that. likely the only reason they hadn't already been Infected is because they got out on the water early on in the pandemic, and hadn't come into contact with anyone else since. it's unlikely that one of them is immune, and even more unlikely that they're both immune (especially considering those with XX chromosomes may be genetically less likely to be carriers). wouldn't Francis have mentioned it if their rescuers turned or were obviously Infected? yes, but it's possible that the airborne strain works slower as well, meaning that the Survivors are thrown off of the boat after the symptoms kick in but before the Slaters fully turn. even Church Guy had at least an hour from being Infected to turning, and he was bitten. Newburg isn't too far from where the Survivors are rescued in Death Toll anyway (the burning city in the background of the finale is Newburg), so the Survivors clearly didn't last long on the boat anyway. as a result, the Survivors wouldn't realise it was the Infection intensifying the Slaters' paranoia - they'd just think the Slaters were being dicks. Francis also explicitly mentions that they were "left to die", implying negativity or even hostility from the Slaters as the Survivors were being thrown off.

so yeah. that's why I think they got thrown off of the boat in Death Toll - a combination of the intense tension between the two parties, and the Slaters falling victim to Infection-induced paranoia. but an explanation minus the Infection is equally as plausible. it all depends on what you find most interesting, I suppose, and both feel like they fit pretty well into the world.

lord this is a long chunk o text. I know most fandoms prefer art and fanfic over this sorta thing, so please let me know in replies or something if you're interested in more stuff like this. also if any of this makes sense because I like to ramble.

oh and if you'd like to use any of my interpretations in fanworks like art or fic, I'd love to see it :)

[deadlyweapon10]

Honey

Paring: Mina Ashido x reader

Synopsis: Where Y/n secretly crushes on her fellow classmate, Mina Ashido.

Words: 3.5k

Earthy warm, rich, with a hint of sour components along with heaviness of a cocoa.

The aroma of a simple yet delectable coffee wafted into the nose of the (hair color) as she inhaled its exotic scent. A warm feeling growing in her stomach region as she sipped said drink from her favorite one-of-a-kind mug.

She snuggled into her jacket as she sat outside on the chair that was placed on the deck. With the sun barely rising, the air was perfectly warm and gentle, flowers beginning to bloom and birds chirping, typical for spring weather.

As she sat there with a smile on her face daydreaming away the sound of a door opening brought her back to reality.

"Jeez it's barley 6:30 and you're already up? You're the opposite of Aizawa-sensei I swear, always up while everyone is asleep! Have you even eaten yet?" Said the red-head as he walked into the view line of the coffee-filled (hair color) as a chuckle escaped past her lips. "We've lived in the dorms for a month and a half and every single time you catch me out here it's always the same questions Kiri."

The gentle blow of a breeze passed by as the sound of a busy buzzing bee was faintly heard.

Kirishima smiled. "Do you have any plans for today? I'm trying to see if Bakubro, Sero and Denki are down to go to the arcade. If you're not doing anything then would you like to go with us?" He asked while sitting on the chair next to her. The girl thought for a few seconds before opening her mouth. "I would but I feel like reading today. Besides I'd rather let "the boys" have their fun and do whatever it is that you do."

The sound of an apple being bitten into broke the silence, crispy yet sweet. The second Kirishima swallowed he started talking yet again. "You know, "

"Hm?"

"Mina is also coming. You should take the chance to confess-"

"EH?! I have no idea what you're talking about Kiri! Where did you get that idea that I like her. No wait more importantly how did you find out? Ahhhh I practically just told you I do-" Having out her mug down minutes ago, the girl who was in the middle of freaking out continued talking in a fast speed as images of said female flashed in her mind, making her stumble around with her words.

The poor girl could feel her heart thump in her chest and felt all warm inside. If there's anything that could get her to react in such a way then it was simply by mentioning her crushes name. Oh how easy it was to get her all worked up.

"Woah woah calm down! Forget I said that alright. But seriously hang out with us, you need to get out more often. I mean how is it that you have such good fashion sense yet you never leave your room unless it's for food or classes?" He spoke while rubbing the back of his neck, a smile plastered on his face. The both of them stood up at the same time with him grabbing the apples core in one hand and the girls mug in the other before handing it to her. She nodded.

As they walked into the building, now dubbed as their home, they walked through the lounge past the dining room and into the kitchen. Clearing his voice while walking to the blue sofa he looked back at her, "We're gonna be leaving at around 12 to get lunch and then to the arcade that's in the mall. See ya." "Alrighty! See you in a bit."

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Having been back in her room for just around two hours gaming on her counsel, she got up and looked at the clock on her pastel (favorite color) wall. 'Mm it's only 9:15. I should go shower now so that I have enough time to dress on my very own existence and to choose an outfit.' That means I have two hours and forty-five minutes, which means at least a good hour and thirty minutes to shower and that leaves me with an hour and fifteen minutes which then means I have a good thirty minutes to think about my life while sitting on the corner of my bed in a robe and forty-five minutes to get ready. Perfect.'

And with that she grabbed her towel, bathrobe, shampoo and conditioner, razor (only if you shave, if not then forget that), body soap, deodorant and comb. Taking a quirk look to see if she has everything, she walked to the bathrooms that she shared with the other girls and instantly began her shower. (If you're african american/any other person I didn't include and you wear a wig then instead of shampoo and conditioner you grabbed a shower cap to protect it. I heard it's not supposed to get wet but correct me if I'm wrong.)

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After her shower she made sure to brush her hair to untangle it before it went back to being straight/wavy/curly. (If you're like me and you have curly hair then obviously you have to put curl smoothies, protection sprays, etc.) and young-life crisis thinking, she began to look through her closet. Before picking out two different options.

(Option 1)

(Option 2)

After a minute on deciding what to wear, Y/n choose the (1/2) option and quickly slipped on the clothes before putting on her shoes. Glancing at the clock and seeing that she only had ten minutes before they were gonna meet up she grabbing her phone along with earbuds/airpods and closed her bedroom door before soon heading towards the elevator.

Scrolling through her phone she clicked a song and began humming along to the lyrics.

By the time she arrived in the lounge, a new song started playing. Looking up she soon spotted the group and started to walk to them when she realized a certain person was missing. "Hey guys where's MinaAAA!" She shrieked as a pair of slim arms wrapped around her body and a head full of pink hair and yellow beady eyes peaked freon behind her. "Hey silly. I'm right here and ready too rumble!"

'Thump.. Thump.. Thump..'

Y/n's heart started to beat like crazy again once her brain processed what just happened. Before she could even talk someone started talking. "Let's get going you extras. I'm hungry and I don't wanna wait around all day." Ah yes, Bakugou. "On it bro." Denki replied as Mina stepped from behind me and walked up to Sero and striked a conversation with him. Speeding up a bit Y/n walked next to Kirishima just in time for Denki to start cracking jokes.

"Hey L/n why do bees have sticky hair?" He asked as Bakugou and Kirishima were listening. "I don't know, why?"  "B-because they use honeycombs!" He shouted as he busted out laughing while Y/n giggled. "How do you idiots find that funny? Is your humor that broken." Bakugou muttered as he turned his attention to Sero's and Mina's conversation.

Feeling sorta left out from the group due to the fact that she doesn't exactly hang out with them as much (except for Mina and Kirishima), she took out her earbuds/airpods and turned on her music again. This time 'it's not u it's me' by Bea Miller and 6lack started playing.

Smiling to herself she began to sway a bit to the music as they neared the mall. As cliche as it sounds, music was always there to comfort Y/n. No matter what would trouble her, she'd always turn to her favorite playlist. Once they all entered the mall and headed straight to the food court she turned off her music and tuned in the the groups conversation.

"Hey L/n," Sero began as the girl turned her head to gaze at him and hummed quickly to show that she was paying attention. "What are you gonna get to eat?" "The only place I ever go to grab my food. I'm gonna head to (restaurant) to grab my usual." Nodding, he soon turned to Mina and quickly talked. "Mina since you said you wanted to try something new to eat you should totally go with L/n." "Holy cow dude! You're totally right." She said as she pumped her fist in the air and walked towards me. "Let's go L/n, I'm super starving." Grabbing my hand she started dragging me. "H-hey broski you're going the wrong way." She chuckled as the Pinkette stopped in her tracks, said a loud "Oops." And took the girl in the right direction. (Is Pinkette a word? Probably not.)

Once both girls ordered their desired meal and sat down, they began to eat in peace for a good few minutes before Mina's phone rang. Smashing the accept call, she out it on speaker. "Whafs uf-" She managed to say as her mouth was filled with food. "Hey Pinky, tell L/n that me and the guys decided to skip the arcade and headed to Game Stop and grabbed the new Cyberpunk game. We're currently on our way to the fast-food place near the school and then we're heading back to the dorms." A loud Denki said, as we heard grunts and insults from Bakugou from their side of the call.

'Wait wouldn't that mean that Mina and I are now alone... Is this considered a date? Of course not. As if she'd even like you.' She thought as she then asked Mina why they suddenly decided to switch their plans so suddenly without saying a word in the first place until now. Without a word the girl hung up the call and continued eating.

"N/n you know that American movie where the princess and prince turn into a frog for the whole movie and then they fall in love and miss then poof, they're human again?" Mina asked breaking the silence that once stood there. "Hm? Oh yeah! 'Princess and the Frog'. I watched it before. Sucks how African Americans finally got recognition from Disney and instead they get bullshit since the two main characters are frogs for three/fourths of the movie!" The (hair color) shouted angrily as she stabbed her food. Laughing at the girls reply, Mina leaned forward in her seat. "You know that dessert they show in the movie a lot? Beignets? I wanna try one so bad." Both girls sat in silence as they got lost in each other's eyes.

'Thump.. Thump.. Thump..'

Feeling her heart flutter, her gaze shifted back to her food. "How about we buy the ingredients and make it? I made it once for a school fair and everyone seemed to like it. Only if you're down of course!" "Wait for real? Like for real real? Big bet let's hurry up and eat!" And with that the Pink haired girl began scarfing down her food, cho.king a few times.

Once they were both done and cleaned up after themselves, both girls left the area and walked to the supermarket. The duo sparking a conversation about their hobbies and interests, soon made it into the supermarket. Walking down aisle after aisle grabbing ingredients left and right, Mina suddenly grabbed Y/n's hand. "Since it's Saturday me and you should totally have a sleepover in my room. Let's go grab more snacks!" And just like before, she dragged you out of the aisle and into the candy and chips one. 'My poor wallet.' Y/n thought as she silently cried. 'Then again if it means I get to hang out with her more ... Ahh! I need to be more social with her. I mean we do talk a lot but I get so freaking flustered and it messes me up. Then again at least I can talk to females unlike Midoriya. Ha in your face!' Feeling pumped the girl grabbed the snacks that were occupying her friends arms, shoved them in the basket and speed walked to the check out line, payed for everything and with both girls holding two bags in each hand they soon began their journey back to the campus dorms.

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Entering the dorms, both females headed straight to their rooms and quickly changed. Mina wearing blue shirts with a yellow shirt while Y/n wore (f/c) satin shorts along with its matching tank top.

Both now in the kitchen with aprons on, they took out the items they brought for the beignets and placed it on the counter. 'MISS YOU!' by CORPSE was blaring from Y/n's phone as she bopped her head and hummed along to the lyrics while she added the warm water, sugar and active yeast in a bowl and whisked it while Mina measured the other ingredients, which Y/n soon regrets for the face that a mess of flour was all over the counter.

After mixing the rest of the ingredients in the watery liquid and letting it set on a lined baking sheet, Mina took out the fryer and added oil so that it could be ready for later. "Hey n/n can I play a song?" "Of course silly. I wanted to change the song anyways." Laughing like a maniac, Mina grabbed the phone and quickly typed away before placing the phone back on the counter.

"Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me

I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed

She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb

In the shape of an "L" on her forehead"

The voice of both Smash Mouth and Mina's rang out in the air as the girl started singing the lyrics. "Heyyy you should sing with me! Come on." She said as she twirled around the kitchen floor. Giggling as she put the bowl filled with the dough in the fridge, she began shouting the lyrics right along with Mina.

"Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming

Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running

Didn't make sense not to live for fun

Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb

So much to do, so much to see

So what's wrong with taking the back streets?

You'll never know if you don't go

You'll never shine if you don't glow"

Now moving her head to the beat, both girls grabbed each other's hands and began dancing like crazy with not a care to the world, swaying their hips side to side as they sang the next verse with all their heart.

"Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play

Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid

And all that glitters is gold

Only shooting stars break the mold"

As they continued singing, they began to clean the dishes and put most of the ingredients they wouldn't be using anymore away and took out a pair of tongs, paper towels, powdered sugar and honey from the cabinets. After a good 30 minutes past Mina turned on the fryer, the familiar 'click' of the knob sounding. Taking out the bowl from the fridge, Y/n placed the soft, glutinous dough on the now flour dusted counter and began following it out with the rolling pin until it was a good quarter inch thick and began to slit the doughy flesh making two inch squares just as Mina grabbed a few pieces and dropped it into the hot oil.

As time went by, they were finally finished frying. All they had left was to dust powdered sugar and drizzle honey to it. The second they did so, they took half the batch with them along with a few drinks and the snacks they brought and went to Mina's room. Closing the door on their way in the brightly pink room, they sat down on the bed and hopped on Mina's laptop to watch 'A Slap On Titan'.

"Armin had broken the silence as the video zoomed to the top of the wall, the starry night sky coming into view. "Do you ever with that humans could photosynthesis?"

Eren surprised with the sudden question, instantly replied. "What? No."

"I do... I think it'd be cool to be a plant." The scene then changed to show the Survey Corps coming back from a mission."

Liquid shooting out of her nose, Mina laughed as she grabbed a tissue and wiped her face, watching as Y/n pressed a pillow against her face to muffle her loud laughter. The now chuckling girl took the pillow from her face and noticed Mina's smile that was directed at her direction. Shooting back a toothy grin, she got lost in her eyes yet again.

'Ah jeez she saw me laugh... She looks so cute.'

"You know the beignets were really good." Mina said as she scooted next to her and leaned her fuzzy head on the girls shoulder. "You think so? I hope the others enjoyed the ones we left for them. I'm so happy we got to spend today together! I would have never expected this to happen ya know?" 'Play it cool Y/n. This is no big deal at all, she's probably just a bit exhausted from all the walking and baking we did earlier. Yeah, that's right-'

"You know, I'm the one who told the boys to leave us alone and to head back to the dorms."

That caught her off guard.

"Excuse me?"

Humming to herself, Mina life's her head slightly to look at the (eye color) girl. "Listen silly, I know when it comes to academics I'm not exactly smart, but when it came to you it was easy to figure you out." Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, she urged the girl to continue talking. "I know you like me." Y/n's breathing stopped for a second, her heart beating rashly against her chest. How was it possible that the girl she's secretly liked from a distance knew? "Listen I-" She was cut off as a pair of soft pink hands covered her mouth.

"Hold up! Hear me out before you start talking. I sorta found out a few weeks back when I overheard you tell Iida about your feelings. Ever since then I confronted him and I made up this plan for both you and I to hang out alone. Like a date but it's not a date since you wouldn't know? Ahh anyways after I came up with the plan I began noticing how you'd act completely normal around the other girls, but when it came to me you'd barley mutter a word, despite you being super-duper confident." Y/n felt herself breathe again as she stared at the girl, her eyes now filled with curiosity and her head amused at the girls statement. She took the words to heart and found it to be true when she said she'd act differently around her. I mean how could she not when her heart would beat fast, her stomach flutter in nervousness and her brain would completely shut down on her.

"So wait... You like me?" She spoke slowly to make sure her voice wouldn't just randomly give up on her. Now sitting up straight, the pink haired girl nodded as she shyly smiled and rubbed the back of her neck. "I do."

'She likes me..'

The second her brain processed the two words, she locked eyes with her and then shut them down before slowly leaning forward. The feeling of her plump, powdered sugar dusted lips faintly against hers before both girls lips soon meshed into one and began harmonizing as if creating a symphony. It felt passionate and intense, yet delicate and sweet.

Sweet like the honey from the beignets they had moments ago. The floral yet earthy taste now onto her very own lips. Deliciously golden and wild. The strong fragrance drifting slowly to her nose, similar to a white dandelion falling slowly to the ground after being blown by the wind on a vibrant, sun-filled day.

They both soon pulled away, gasping a bit for air. Y/n felt her body get warm as she realized what just happened. "I like you, Mina. A lot. And I'm glad you like me too." She finally confessed. "Finally n/n, I've been dying to hear you say that. Now then let me ask you this, will you be my girlfriend?" Mina asked, her eyes shining as bright as a star in the dark. Y/n leaned forward and kissed the girls nose before speaking. "I'll be happy to be called yours," Both girls soon in each other's arms, held one another until she spoke again.

"Out of all the pretty girls in this world, I'm glad to share this space with you."

[one-boring-person]

You Look Nervous.

David (The Lost Boys) x reader

Warnings: Implied sexual content (very much implied) .

Requested by @theeblueehazee : "I have a request if you're still taking them? It's another David request because I'm vampire trash basically lol maybe a story about David really liking or evening the reader, and he wants her to meet the guys. But he's super scared of them embarrassing him in front of her or afraid that they'll scare her, period, because she's a nice but really shy person? So David makes the boys swear to be on their best behaviour but Paul and Marko don't know the meaning of it lol I just love your stories!❤❤

A/N: I'm glad you like my stories! That really makes my day 😅💛 and thank you for requesting! I hope this works for what you had in mind❤

Masterlist

"Stop picking."

I look up at the blonde biker as he reaches a gloved hand over, taking mine in his as he tries to pull my fingers from my sleeves, smiling slightly as he gives me a reassuring look, though there's something off about his behaviour. As usual, he stands leaning against his motorcycle, a cigarette between his lips as he watches the crowd, but his demeanor seems tense, his eyes flicking over the writhing hoard of people almost nervously, neck muscles taut as he cranes his head around, as if looking for something, or someone.

"Sorry." I reply quietly, casting a look over his posture again, my brow wrinkling in confusion.

Noticing my gaze, David fixes his piercing eyes on me, cocking his head a bit as he exhales a breath of smoke, eyebrows drawing together curiously.

"What?"

"Oh, well, you look kinda nervous." I inform him, biting my lip as I turn my gaze away from him, worried that I've brought up something I shouldn't have, my free hand instinctually lifting to my face, where I start to chew on my fingernails, trying not to wince when I accidentally catch one of the already bitten-down ones.

"I do? How come?" The platinum blonde queries, visibly adjusting himself, though this only proves my theory.

I go to reply, only to be cut off by the sound of loud motorcycle engines revving to my right, the blonde to my left tensing again, his jaw clenching barely noticeably as he catches sight of the riders, my own gaze turning to the newcomers. Upon seeing them, my eyes widen, weight shifting inadvertently onto the balls of my feet, as if ready to up and leave.

The closest is a tall, tanned brunette with dark eyes, his expression seemingly neutral as he makes eye contact with me, barely reacting to my presence at all, his quietness as well as the fact he is shirtless beneath his leather jacket slightly unnerving me despite the very brief flash of a smile he sends my way. Just behind him is a shorter blonde with curly hair, a broad smirk plastered across his face as he catches sight of me, his doe eyes boring into me with a mischievous glint, eyebrows raised at my presence. As if mimicking me, he lifts a thumb to his mouth, where he starts biting at it, keeping eye contact the entire time, even as he leans back to speak to the last of them. This one is a lanky Twisted Sister lookalike, his dishevelled hair and choice of attire leading me to think this, though my mind briefly short-circuits when I notice him blatantly raking his eyes over my form, the action drawing a deep blush to my cheeks as I shift again, pulling the sleeves of my jacket over my hands in slight discomfort. Seeing this, David moves so he is standing closer to me, gently pressing his chest against my back reassuringly, his hand at my hip protectively. Looking up into his face, I realise he is carrying an odd expression, as if warning the others of something.

"Damn, who brought the eye candy?" The Twisted Sister lookalike remarks in way of greeting, winking suggestively at me as he dismounts from his bike, lip between his teeth, "I'm Paul, by the way."

Swallowing, I try to fight the rising blush again, leaning back against David as much as possible for support, the solidness of his chest behind me reassuring me a little.

"(Y/n). It's nice to meet you." I make the mistake of offering him my hand to shake, surprised when the other, smaller blonde skips in ahead of Paul, scooping my hand up and lifting it to his lips, which he then uses to press a soft kiss to my knuckles. Shocked, I withdraw my hand quickly, the action far too intimate to have come from a complete stranger. Behind me, I feel David's chest vibrate as he lets out a cautionary growl of sorts, both of the other blondes giggling at this.

"I'm Marko." The short one informs me, taking my hand in his again as he uses it to pull me forwards slightly, Paul quickly slinging an arm around my shoulders as I'm helplessly dragged in towards them. I stiffen as I feel Paul nuzzle at my neck, the blonde deliberately sniffing at me, his breath hot against the skin there, though I don't feel it long, my instincts kicking in as I pull away again, accidentally knocking into Marko, who steadies me against his chest, drawing a surprised squeak from me as he smirks down at me.

"She smells great, where'd you find her?" Paul comments to David, whose jaw is clenched, his muscles rigid as he watches this exchange, reaching out to gently pull me back to him, wrapping an arm around my waist again, fingers pressing into me slightly in anger.

"Aww, come on! We won't bite..." Marko teases, bursting into a fit of giggles with Paul at some inside joke until their companion gives the latter a clip round the ear.

"Hey! I didn't make the joke!" He protests, rubbing his head a bit, clearly a bit disgruntled after this, though his friend can barely control himself.

"Doesn't mean you don't deserve it." The brunette points out, rolling his eyes in exasperation at the other two before turning back to me, "I'm Dwayne. It's nice to finally meet you, (Y/n), we've heard a lot about you."

"Y-You have?" I manage, still a little shaken after my encounter with the Terrible Two, surprised that they've heard about me at all: David doesn't seem like the type to share his feelings, seeing as he's barely told me anything about himself anyway.

"Oh yeah, we've heard all sorts." Marko butts in again, lifting an eyebrow at me as I feel my eyes widen.

"Yeah, David won't shut up about you." Paul chimes in, smirking at the platinum blonde behind me, who quickly tells him to shut up, though using much more colourful language to convey his point.

"L-like what?" Internally, I curse myself for stuttering again, knowing it's not helping my case at all.

Paul goes to respond, a smirk already pasted onto his face, only to be cut off by Dwayne.

"Nothing bad, don't worry." He confirms, looking over my head at David, who appears to send his friend a grateful glance, his icy blue eyes clouded with annoyance at the other two.

"Except that you're a bit quiet which I now see is totally true." Paul butts in again, chuckling and reaching over to tilt my head his way with one finger, admiring the deep red tinge of my cheeks, "You don't have to be. In fact, we know the perfect way to get you more...vocal."

At the insinuation behind his words, I flinch away from him, looking down as Marko and Paul erupt into fits of laughter, the two of them high-fiving each other triumphantly. A sharp crack and a grunt of pain informs me that Dwayne has once again delivered a whack around the back of each of their heads.

"Just shut up, will you? Show some respect." Dwayne scolds them, brow furrowed in irritation.

"Come on, (Y/n), let's go get some food." David finally says, having stayed quiet almost the entire time, except for the noises of anger that he let out every now and then, body becoming tenser and tenser behind me.

"Ok, sure." I agree, going to turn away from the others with a thankful smile at Dwayne, who seems the most controlled of all of them.

"Enjoy your bite to eat! Make sure you get something you can really sink your fangs into!" Marko calls after us, his laughter cut short by a screech of pain, Dwayne having finally stepped in, dragging the two troublemakers off by their ears. Beside me, David visibly stiffens, eyes closing momentarily, though I could've sworn I saw them flash yellow a second ago, the platinum blonde doing his best to remain calm as he directs me someplace else, clearly eager to get away from the others.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n), I wanted you to meet my friends tonight, but I didn't realise they'd behave so badly around you, though I guess I really should've seen it coming." David apologises, taking my hand in his as we walk, giving me a guilty look, "They're good friends when they're not being so inappropriate."

"It's fine, though I think they'll take some getting used to." I reassure him, squeezing his hand gently.

"I guess. That doesn't excuse their behaviour, though." He responds, frowning again, "I'm sorry, I should've warned you."

"About them being so physical, maybe, but not about them being typical friends. I'm sure I'll come to like them in time." I say to him, carefully coming to a halt beside the rear of one of the food stalls lining the Boardwalk, having figured something out, "That's what you were nervous about, wasn't it?"

"Hm? I wasn't nervous." David scoffs, smirking at me.

"You were! You were worried about how I'd react to your friends, weren't you?" I prompt him, crossing my arms over my chest with an unusual confidence I don't often feel.

"Of course I wasn't!" The blonde goes to argue, only to catch sight of my expression, rolling his eyes in defeat, "Fine, I was a bit concerned about how they'd act, and then about what you would think of them, but not a lot!"

"Sure, keep telling yourself that." I tease, squeaking when I suddenly find myself pinned against the wall behind me, his muscular body pressing into mine as he leans in close.

"Say that again, (Y/n)." He growls into my ear, his smooth voice making me shiver in anticipation as his breath fans hotly across my skin.

"Keep telling yourself-" I try to repeat myself, only to let out a quiet gasp of pleasure when he starts kissing at my neck, mouthing at my sweet spot as my hands snake around into his hair, his own gripping my waist, pulling my hips into his.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" David purrs against my jaw as he licks a stripe up the column of my neck, before he presses his lips against mine, deepening the kiss as soon as I reciprocate, knowing I won't be able to reply now, smirking against my lips in triumph.

What I didn't know (and wouldn't know until much later) is that he had made the boys swear to behave, only to feel a surge of possessiveness come over him when he sees Marko and Paul completely disregard their promises, now feeling the need to make it well known who I belong to, even if that means risking my dignity in public.

[amintyworld]

fuck i didn't think this through i gotta get a new ao3 account for it before i can post it uh uh uh i am copy pasting the doc and praying

Ranboo Beloved was going to pass out.

It had been a VERY long evening at the gas station he worked at, and there were still another two hours left until he could go home. Groan. Taking the night shift truly was hell. He mumbled something about minimum wage groggily and grabbed a couple sodas to stuff in the fridge. As he stepped towards the back, he heard a sound from one of the aisles.

‘BANG!’

Ranboo jolted, then flipped around and ducked behind the aisle, dropping the sodas in his panic.

‘It's okay. I’m fine. I probably won’t die. Oh no what if I die. God, if I die, please look after Enderch-‘

“OI! BITCH! LITTLE HELP, HERE?”

He turned slowly into the area, making sure to grab a broom in case he needed self defense, only to see a boy, around his age, blond and covered head to toe in dirt, clutching an alarming amount of chips. “Grab a couple of these, would you.. What’s your name?”

“Oh! It’s.. um.. Ranboo!”

“Cool, now Ranboob, help me out with these crisps, would you?”

“That’s uh, not my name. Do you just want a cart?”

“NO! CARTS ARE FOR THE WEAK !! AND I AM A BIG MAN, I AM SIMPLY TOO POWERFUL FOR WEAK SHIT.”

“I- uh- yeah. Alright. Lemme just grab these and take em to the register..”

“No, Ranboob, you’re a fool. A fool and a coward and morally wrong. See, why would I buy them when I could do this magical little thing called stealing?”

“WHAT?? YOU CAN'T DO THAT,”

The kid (damn, Ranboo still needed to ask for his name) narrowed his eyes. “What, are you a pussy?”

“N- I’m not.. that, but I work here, so I can’t really let you steal.”

Realizing what this meant, the boy dropped the chips, but seemed to be sizing Ranboo up. He paused, then let out a sigh, reluctantly putting a few more back.

Ranboo took a look at the blonde. A real look, not just to be polite. He realized that his shirt was practically swallowing him whole, and his frame was alarmingly bony. Even his raggedy beanie looked too big on him. His blue eyes looked tired, like he hadn't slept in a week. Hmm. Ranboo relinquished the broom and stood up.

“What’s your name?” He asked, grabbing one of the chip packs back from the shelf.

“Tommy Careful Danger Kraken Detective Innit. But you can call me sir.

“What if I called you Tommy?”

“Hmm, tolerable.." the boy said with a half smile. He hopped off the ground where he was. "Alright, see you later, Boob Boy.”

“Boob- I. Okay. Alright-“

As he stuttered, the blonde (Tommy!) started to head out the front. As he passed the cash register, Ranboo hesitated.

“Wait!”

Tommy turned around to face him.

“Whatdayaneed?”

“Do you.. do you want a slushie? On the house?”

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Ranboo Beloved wasn't doing too bad.

It had been a few weeks since that night. He had gotten a raise for ‘preventing’ a shoplifting (little did his manager know), and he’d found a friend in Tommy. He supposed it was his first real one, since toddlers who were related to him didn’t really count. Sorry, Micheal. Speaking of said friend, he was due for a visit. It was about the time of night that he normally dropped by for a free slushie and a fun conversation.

The bell rang from the door across from him. Right on time.

“Tommy! Hey! The usual?”

Tommy entered with grandeur, but seemed to be holding the soor for someone.

"Not yet, big man. I’ve got someone I want you to meet! Tubbo, c’mon, would you? We don’t have all night here,” he yelled, seemingly giving up on holding the door and walking to the register. He grabbed a bar stool to sit on.

As he said it, Ranboo saw someone poke their head out from the door. It seemed to be a kid a bit shorter than Tommy, with choppy bangs that covered his eyes and ears. He slid around the entrance and perched on the stool right before Tommy could sit down.

“You son of a bitch!” Tubbo gave him a shit eating grin in response. “Ranboo, the complete ass right here is Tubbo, he wouldn’t know good manners if they hit him in the face,”

“Says the one who tried to rob my store the first time we met,” Ranboo quipped, quirking an eyebrow up at the blonde.

Tommy shot him a glare, but he was holding back a smile as he replied, “Listen, you bastard, it’s not my fault you have a very robbable store,”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“Exactly what I said, your store is simply weak and easily robbed by big strong men such as myself,”

“Right, which is why I caught you and you immediately gave up,”

“I… you know, you haven’t introduced yourself to Tubbo-“

Ranboo smirked, knowing that he had won. “Hi Tubbo, I’m Ranboo,” he greeted, holding out a hand for the kid to shake.

Tubbo tilted his head at the hand being held up, and promptly chomped down with surprisingly sharp teeth.

“HOLY SH- SHOOT, OW?! DUDE!” Ranboo exclaimed, jerking his now bleeding hand back behind the counter.

“Tubbo, c’mon man, I thought we went over this..” Tommy sighed, glancing at the unhinged boy in question with exasperation. He shrugged in response, seeming to be guilty, but made no move to apologize or help Ranboo grab bandages.

Tommy scratched the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “Soooo, uh, how’s about those slushies, Big R?”

Ranboo sighed. Maybe he should’ve just let Tommy shoplift.

After wrapping his hand up, he grabbed two cups and filled one with Tommy’s usual: half cherry, half coke. When he got to the second, he spun around. “Hey Tubbo, what flavor do you want?’’

Tubbo looked caught off guard at being addressed. “..Surprise me.”

Ranboo grinned. He grabbed the cup, and filled it with his personal favorite: alternating layers of strawberry and lemon-lime. Then he bent over the counter and grabbed the secret ingredient in any good slushie, the tiny umbrella. He gingerly placed it, then popped straws in both of the drinks.

When he slid them to the boys, Tommy squinted at Tubbo’s. “How come Tubbo gets an umbrella? You never gave me one..”

"You never asked!" Ranboo teased, but he still grabbed another and plopped it in the icy mixture, much to the blonde's delight.

They chatted about whatever came to mind, with Tubbo occasionally adding a few words. (He seemed especially interested in hacking and explosions. Concerning, but Ranboo wasn't about to question it.)

After about an hour of goofing off, Tommy and Tubbo decided to say their goodbyes. Ranboo threw their now empty cups into the trash behind him, and they stood up, tidying the area and fixing the barstools. Tommy was the first to speak.

"See you later, Boob Boy! I'd thank you for the slushies, but it's you who should be grateful that you've gotten to spend the evening in my presence,"

Ranboo rolled his eyes, glad that he could tell when Tommy was just being dramatic. He really was grateful under all the fanfare. Probably.

"Yeah yeah, sure. Now get out of here before I have to report a slushie theft. It was nice meeting you, Tubbo."

Tubbo smiled at him, a real smile that didn't make Ranboo scared he was about to be bitten again, and headed out the door with Tommy following behind.

As they left, Ranboo realized that he still had another hour of his shift, and he hadn't even started with the sweeping. Crap.

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"Tubbo, seriously! You could have blown our whole cover!"

Tommy was practically running to keep up with the smaller boy. After an excessively boring bus ride and a mile long hike, they had finally entered the forest. Now, they could talk about things that actually mattered without being seen.

"C'mon bossman, it was funny. Plus, what's the Ranboo guy gonna do? If he's really like you said, then we'll be fine,"

"I know, but STILL! You can't just go around biting people. What if someone else had come in?"

"Alright, alright, I hear you. I'll be more careful next time. How much longer do you wanna keep up the act?"

Tommy let out a sigh. "Not much longer. I think this is it, I really do. Ranboo's a good person, he can help us,"

"If you're sure."

Tommy simply smiled, ever so slightly. He was sure. He hadn't been sure about a human in a very long time, not since.. him. Hopefully Ranboo would be better. No, he would definitely be better. Yeah. For sure.

He didn't have any longer to ponder, though, since they had arrived.

Tubbo glanced back at him. "You ready?"

"Yeah."

With that, the two of them launched off the mossy ground and into the air, with shimmery wings sprouting from their backs. Finally. It was time to go home.

"I do have to admit, though, he makes a pretty good slushie. I liked the lemon lime."

-

it's not the best but like i tried and ill probably do more for it, im excited for when wilbur shows up

AWWWE I love it!!!!

Poor Ranboo has no idea what’s coming kekw-

Also the lil Failed affectionate nip I-

🥺

[seven-oomen]

Hey, it's Elle again! I hope you don't mind me immediately replying and basically spamming your ask box because of it, I'm currently trying to distract myself from boring uni stuff. (And don't worry, I'm alright, my brain just immediately went into overdrive and kept replaying 'oh god I screwed up, how do I fix this, I need to fix it' which is why I felt the need to clarify so quickly.)

I also love Petopher a lot! And that might just be the greatest fic premise I've ever heard, so if you do end up writing it, I'd love to read it.

Exactly! It would've been so amazing. I basically live off of fix it fics at this point, to be honest.

(I figured I'd just reply to the ask from a couple days back about the metas as well, because that was actually also me)

I'm glad the formatting wasn't too horrible to read, I was only just figuring out how the whole ask thing worked.

I'm really sorry to hear you're not feeling well at the moment, and I hope you'll feel a bit better soon. Please don't worry about answering my asks and take all the time that you need!

And yeah, you have already figured me out, because I am a sucker for soft stories, I could literally read them all day, so that one-shot was just perfect.

Thank you so much for the kind offer! I might take you up on it one day, but never feel bad for not replying when you aren't in the head space to deal with it, alright?

Hey Elle, that’s okay I don’t mind at all. I actually smiled this afternoon when you replied quickly. And I get that feeling, it’s taking me a lot of reprogramming to suppress that anxiety, and even then, I have a lot of those moments too. Nothing’s broken, we’re okay, you’re golden <3.

So my Petopher idea is a combination of these two aus:

i don’t think babies are supposed to do that au where our muses are completely clueless about the supernatural world and they adopt/find a baby and as the baby grows it does a bunch of weird things depending on what kind of creature it is omg.  (Werewolf baby, a born one that activated right after being born.)

does the paper boy deliver babies now or what au where our muses get home after a lovely evening or wake up to a baby on their front door with a note saying “i can no longer care for my baby, but i’m sure you two will do a great job.” uh oh what will they do.

So Chris has his adopted pack consisting of Isaac, Allyn, Alysia, Ben, Carina, Donovan, Marilène, Yasiri, and Loïc. Just a bunch of kids who are between the ages of 12 (Loïc) and 21 (Yasiri), all the others are around 15-16 or 18-19, and all of them have been bitten at some point in their lives. They’re living in peace, just chilling on a giant farm in France that Chris bought at some point. He's got more than enough money to sustain all of them and the farm helps out with providing as well as they have a range of crops and livestock. 

Chris has also started a shelter of some sort, one that is known among the supernatural community. Kids of all ages, who have nowhere else to go, still come to him and the pack. They rehabilitate them and get them on their feet and the kids either stay or find a new pack to live with.

The newfound fame is also what leads Peter Hale to them. Peter has left Beacon Hills after the whole Deadpool thing, he never worked with Kate, and now that Malia is safe for the time being he feels the need to leave, grab his remaining millions of money, and settle down somewhere in France. 

He’s looking at castles and whatnot when he picks up on the news of an Argent starting a rehabilitation program for young werewolves. He comes across the farm and shenanigans ensue. 

The pack doesn’t trust Peter, though they are very interested in Peter’s apparent past with their dad Chris. (They were ex-lovers, even Isaac didn’t know that.) But as time progresses Peter becomes a very valuable member of the pack and wins them over. Things with Chris also start heating back up again and neither of the two really know what to do with it. There are still feelings, but so much has happened between them...

And then, someone leaves a werewolf baby on their doorstep. Chris is panicking, Peter’s cradling the baby and being surprisingly nurturing and soft (he’s raised two nieces and a nephew, thank you..), and the pack is so disgruntled that the first week is absolute chaos. And then the baby starts shifting too...

Even Peter knows that’s not normal. This is a kid from an old bloodline. The card the kid came with has no clues whatsoever either.

But even with all of that, there’s something there between Chris and Peter. And while taking care of a newborn and a bunch of teenagers, sparks start flying once more.

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I’m very curious to hear what you think. Would that be a story you would read? How about others? Lemme know! <3

[pink-peony-princess]

Knight to Remember

"Remember when we met?" I murmured, picking at Shawn's scrubs as I lay on his chest. I hadn't been feeling well all day with my monthly cycle so when Shawn had come home he'd sweetly offered to order dinner in and have a movie night, despite having things he probably really needed to do.

"Mmhhh," he responded, hand playing with my hair, massaging my scalp, as he watched the film we'd put on. "I was your knight in shining armour." I could head the playful teasing behind it,but it was true, if he hadn't been there that night,I don't know what would have happened to me.

I could feel the tears welling in my eyes,overflowing and rolling down my cheeks landing on the light blue material attached to Shawn's body.

"Why are you crying baby?" Shawn asked,sitting up. I could see the worry etched into his face as he looked at me.

I shrugged,I didn't know why I was crying. Was it because if my period, was it because I didn't feel well or was it because I would never be able to repay Shawn for what he did for me that night.

...

1 year ago

When I came to, I didn't know where I was, or how long I had been there. What I did know was that I was freezing, and in more pain than I had ever been before. I lay there for what must have been at least a few more minutes before finally building up the courage to open my eyes. When I did, I found myself crumpled at the back of a dark stone alley, but I couldn't remember where exactly I was, or even how I had come to be there.

More than the pain that was now beginning to radiate from every part of my body- my legs, my chest, my head, even my eyes... how can my eyes be hurting? I wondered... I was concerned about the obvious gaps in my memory. Putting this thought aside I tried to take inventory of how bad my injuries were. I tried to wiggle my toes, and was immediately rewarded with a sharp shot of pain that ran straight up my leg, and into my lower back. At least I could feel my legs I thought, mentally sighing.

It was then that it began to rain, blood running from an unknown source into my mouth. I couldn't help but panic at the thought that there was a very real possibility that I may not be found. But how was I going to get someone, anyone for that matter to notice me?

This thought was interrupted by voices, male voices.

"So how was your shift? Mine was crazy, broken bones, crying kids, one of my residents even got bitten by a kid today," one of the men laughed.

"Mine was pretty chilled actually, but I'm not going to lie, I'll be glad to get these scrubs off and switch off 'doctor mode' for a few hours," the other one replied.

Somewhere between the haze of the pain and cold my brain comprehended the fact that this person had just said 'doctor', something which I knew, even with my limited knowledge of medicine- most of which was thanks to Grey's Anatomy- was something I needed right now.

Before I could think, I found myself screaming out for help, granted it was less of a scream and more of a horse grunt, but it got their attention and the two men were soon kneeling beside me. One tall and brunette,with curls the other shorter, but more built with wavy blonde hair.

"Hi honey, my name is Shawn, the brunette one said, and this is Connor, we're doctors at the hospital, we're going to help you okay, but I need you to tell me where it hurts okay" he asked, gently resting a hand on my arm, pulling a bag off his shoulder which I had not noticed.

As Shawn was rummaging around in his bag, Connor, came over to take my hand. "Hi sweetheart, I'm just going to take your pulse, can you remember anything that happened? Where you are or even your name?" he questioned, before going quiet. "Pulse is fast, but irregular, I'm going to go call for an ambulance, and let the guys know we'll be needing their help. We need to get her warmed up too, she's freezing," he spoke, rubbing my arm, before standing and making a call. Probably calling whoever 'the guys' were.

"I'm just going to test a few things before we get you to hospital and I need you to tell me if anything is painful okay?" The man- Shawn asked with a soft smile. I went to nod, but he reached for my head, stopping the action. "Just keep nice and still for us, we don't know what damage you've done, and we don't want to make anything worse. How about thumbs up for yes and thumbs down for no?" he suggested. I went to nod again, but caught myself, and gave him thumbs up instead.

"Okay, so I'm going to shine this light in your eyes," he explained, holding up what I recognised as a pen light from all the medical dramas I watched. "It might be a little bit uncomfortable, but it's important that we check this stuff out, so we know what we're working with," he finished, smiling sympathetically again, in the half light of the dim alley. "Just follow the light, but remember, don't move your head."

I did so, and he was right, it was uncomfortable, but I put up with it.

"The guys said they'll be here in five minutes, and they've put in a trauma call for an eta of twenty minutes." I couldn't help but jump at the voice that was suddenly right next to me. "Sorry darling, didn't mean to startle you," Connor apologised, reaching for my hand, and giving it a squeeze.

"Awesome," Shawn replied, clearly eager to get me to the hospital. "The sooner we can get her in the E.R.,the better, her pupils are uneven and slightly slower than I'd like."

"While we're waiting we may as well do the rest of her vitals. Have you got the rest of your kit? Normally I leave mine in my locker, but I guess it was somewhat of a happy accident I took it with me," Connor smiled down at me, before grabbing a stethoscope out of a bag which I had not noticed he had either. "Before I check your airways, can you remember your name yet? How old you are?"

I thought for a moment, which was much harder work then it should have been. "Grace..." I started, a little unsure.

"Great, well it's lovely to meet you Grace, can you tell me how old you are?"

"Twenty."

"Perfect," he praised. "Well that's a start." he nodded to himself, before moving to put the metal of his stethoscope to my chest. "Sorry hon," he apologised when I shivered from the cold of it.

They were both quiet for a moment, Connor listening to my chest, and Shawn doing something down by my legs. "Her breathing is shallow and uneven, sounds to me like there could be a collapsed lung, but we won't know for sure until we get x-rays," Connor told Shawn, pulling the metal away from my body.

"Grace," Shawn called, "Can you feel this?" he asked. I could feel him running his finger along the bottom of my foot, though I didn't know where my shoe had gone.

"Um, yeah."

"And this?" he continued up my leg, to a point I felt no pain, and then I was in the most pain I had ever been in.

"Ow! Ow! Stop, stop, please!" I begged, tears flooding down my face, as I tried desperately to pull away.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry, I'm all done." he reassured me, moving back to my head, and wiping away the tears that were beginning to soak my clothing with gloved hands. "Connor, she's got a compound fracture to the fibula on her left side. Grace if you had to rate your pain, one being nothing, and ten being unbearable what would you say?" he asked.

"Ten," I whispered, trying to compose myself, before anyone else saw me crying.

"We'll get Brian to check it out when they get here, I can hear them now." Shawn was right, I could hear a faint siren in the distance which rose to an incessant blaring as an ambulance pulled up.

"Hi guys, what have we got?" I heard a new voice ask. They sounded cheerful, and oddly calm. Basically, everything that I wasn't at that moment.

"This is Grace, she's twenty, we found her here, she has no memory of what happened. She's got a slight concussion, with a suspected partially collapsed lung, compound fracture to the fibula- left leg and possible broken ribs. Possible internal bleeding as well, pain rating ten out of ten." Shawn recalled quickly.

"Hi Grace, my name's Brian," the man spoke appearing above my head. "And this guy here is Dave," he added, pointing to another person with tan skin, several tattoos and dark hair. "We're doctors at the hospital and we work with these two guys that you already know." As Brian explained, Dave got up, only to appear seconds later with a massive bag, and a board.

It was at this point that I was starting to become drowsy, which Shawn quickly noticed, tapping my face lightly to get a response. "Grace, we need you to stay awake okay, I know it's hard, but it's important you try. Dave has the spinal board so what we're going to do is splint this leg and then get you onto the board."

I didn't' respond, tiredness sweeping over me like a thick fog. From then on everything was hazy. I could hear the odd thing, but it was like I was under water.

...

When I woke, it was to bright lights and a painful swaying motion. I tried to shift, to alleviate some of my discomfort, but was meet with a hard, cold surface under me.

"Welcome back, we were starting to get worried there, we'll be about five minutes, and then hopefully we'll be able to get you slightly more comfortable." Shawn spoke from a seat at head of the bed I was laying on.

"Let's run some pain meds," I heard someone request, Dave I thought.

"On it," Brian spoke, from where he sat next to me. "Grace, I'm going to put an I.V. in okay, it'll just be a sharp scratch and then it's over,yeah?" he tried to appease me. I wasn't aware of it immediately, but I must have started to hyperventilate, because I found myself getting dizzy, and suddenly Connor was taking a mask off that one of them must have put on me while I was out.

"Just take deep breaths, Brian's a pro okay?" he smiled, taking my hand in a silent act of comfort.

Connor was right,Brian was a pro and soon enough I found some of the pain drifting away.

...

When we got to the hospital, I was metwith more bright lights, and lots of noise. No one ever tells you how loud a hospital emergency department is, and at that point in time, all I wanted to do was sleep!

After several random people, nurses I think had finished hooking me up to monitors, and had changed me into a gown- an embarrassing process in which I'm sure I managed to flash all four of the doctors, Connor insisted on getting x-rays and an MRI and CT scan, to look at the break in my leg. I hadn't seen it, but twenty minutes after the scans had come back declaring I had no life-threatening brain damage, Shawn came to inform me that it would indeed need surgery, which only caused more tears.

He was quick to assure me that he would be there throughout the whole process, something which I found mildly panic relieving, but it didn't change the fact that I was still having to go into surgery. Why was medicine so much less glamourous and fun in real life than on T.V? I wondered as he started attaching me to electrodes,"For an ECG," he explained when I looked at him questioningly from my stagnant position on the bed.

I did find a small ray of hope in the deluge of bad news, in that I didn't have any spinal damage, which meant I could have the stupid collar taken off, and be removed from the back board.

"Do you want the good news or the bad news first?" Dave asked, coming to stand next to the bed after Shawn and Connor had managed to get me back onto the normal bed, somehow doing so without causing me additional pain.

"Ummm?" I started, before laughing meaning that I dissolved into a fit of coughing, resulting in an intense burning throughout my chest.

"Just take a few breaths, no rush," Brian spoke, picking up my hand, taking my pulse again, as Shawn listened to my breathing again.

"Okay, there's definitely some damage, but it should repair itself in time. The important thing will be rest."

"Grace are you feeling light-headed at all?" Brian asked, a slight frown on his face, as he dropped my hand and turned to look at the monitor.

"No,why?" I asked.

"Because your pulse is fast, and your blood-pressure is high, nothing to worry about, probably just the stress of the situation, but we need to keep an eye on it is all."

"Oh okay,"

"So back to what we were saying before," Connor started. "Good news is, there's no signs of internal bleeding on any of the scans, but your leg on the other hand is a little more complicated, you'll probably need plates, and physio for sure."

"How long will it take to heal?" I asked, feeling dread bubbling up to the surface of my thinking.

"It really depends, on a couple of things. How bad it is, what your pain levels are like with the physio, and so on. But roughly, at least six months." He broke to me slowly, looking at me with sympathy in his eyes.

After that it was all a bit of a blur, the stress of the event finally starting to catch up with me. I woke up some time after the surgery, in a cast and traction, something which I was not happy with... especially when I realised that it meant that I would be relying on bed pans and sponge baths for the foreseeable future.

The coming days were easier, except for a particularly bad reaction to a pain killer Shawn gave me on the second night, which caused nasty bed spins, with vomiting thrown in. Luckily for me, he was a pro at dealing with things like this, and it was nothing out of the ordinary for a normal shift as an Intensive Care physician he reassured me, as my face burned in embarrassment when the nurse had to change my gown, due to sick getting on it. It was the absolute last thing I would have wanted to happen in front of someone like Shawn. When I'd first come in,I hadn't realised just how good looking he was, but oh my god, was he gorgeous, tall and muscular with curls that seemed to fall perfectly- a few resting on his forehead despite him constantly pushing them back. He was sweet too, always going out of his way to make sure I was okay, that I was as comfortable as I could be.

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They pieced together when I was in surgery, that I had definitely been involved in a hit and run, something which they had concluded in my initial assessment unbeknownst to me when they found a series of tyre marks across my abdomen. They were sure to tell me just how lucky I was to get away with the injuries I did. I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry at this, and so ended up doing some of both.

Each day was easier than the last, and my mood was raised when my parents arrived, from arrived in Toronto all the way from Sydney, my home, which I had remembered after the concussion had subsided.

Eventually I could start rehabilitation, having to relearn how to use my leg, something which wasn't always easy, but they guys were always there to support me, and would supple a constant stream on bad jokes to keep my mind off the pain.

When it came to leaving day, as excited as I was I was also sad, I had formed bonds with these guys, especially Shawn, and they had literally given me my life back, something which I would also be grateful for. Little did I know that just over a year later I'd be laying on Shawn's chest as comfortable as could be, having been dating for a bit over nine months.

...

Present day

"Why are you crying Gracie?" he asked again, wiping away a tear with the pad of his thumb.

"I'm just so tired," I sniffled,hugging him more, craving the comfort and warmth he provided.

"How about a bath and an early night?" he suggested.

"Will you join?" I pleaded with my best puppy dog eyes.

He sighed, he hated baths and I knew it, but I needed him with me tonight, I was feeling emotional and vulnerable and he was the only one that could make it better.

"Only because it's you Princess," he smiled, shaking his head, before bending down and attaching his lips to mine in a long tender kiss.

"Love you," I smiled as he wrapped his arms around me again, creating the cacoon of warmth that I loved so much.

"Love you more."